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A doctor known in the community
for her charitable work

drove into a group of pedestrians
at a local fruit market,

killing three and injuring five.

After long shifts, the doctor
occasionally napped

in the on-call room before driving home.

On this particular day, she didn't.

She was on her way
to her daughter's birthday party

and fell asleep at the wheel.

She didn't make it to the party that day,

nor did she celebrate
her daughter's birthday ever again.

That day became a different kind
of anniversary.

One that the doctor didn't wish
to commemorate.

Three pilots were inside a small aircraft

that flew too close to a ski lift.

There was heavy fog that day,
affecting visibility.

They did not see the gondolas
carrying skiers up and down the mountain,

and the plane's right wing
cut into the steel cables.

The cable car fell 264 feet,

instantly killing all 20
of its passengers.

Later, one of the pilots tried to
reach out to the families of the victims,

but nobody returned his calls.

A 12-year-old boy caused his twin brother

to incur a C7 spinal injury

that left him paralyzed
from the neck down.

Despite their mother's warnings
to stop roughhousing,

the boys' play
was nothing out of the ordinary.

The coffee table he fell on
had always been there.

The twins were identical,
but from that point forward,

there was nothing identical
about their lives.

These stories always focus on the victim.

The person responsible for the calamity
is never mentioned.

No one wants to hear about the kid
who paralyzed his own brother,

or the driver who fell asleep
at the wheel,

or the pilots that took down
that cable car.

But I want to know about the perpetrators.

It all just happened so fast.

I want to know about the people
who caused the tragedies.

The people like me.

Are they ever forgiven?

Do they ever move on?

Not a moment goes by where
I'm not thinking about what I've done.

Not a moment goes by
where I'm not thinking about you.

About what you're doing.

How you're doing.

And how you go on living

when I've completely shattered your life.

I spoke
with the florist earlier.

All the arrangements are confirmed,

and they'll be getting delivered
first thing tomorrow.

If you'll just make sure someone's there
in the morning to meet them.

Oh, and did you talk to the venue
about hanging that banner?

Yes. As long as we keep it away
from the exits, we should be just fine.

Terrific.

And here's the final menu
for you to review.

Well, Anthony's supposed to be the best.

So, may I ask,
what brought you to Hong Kong?

Oh, my husband's company
promoted him abroad.

- Typical, right?
- Oh.

And do you work?

I did.

I do.

I'm not a housewife.

Sorry, I... I wasn't implying that...

I'm sorry. It's a touchy thing for me.

I do landscape architecture.
I design gardens for people.

Hard to do here, though.
No one has any land.

Well, that's Hong Kong.

What a sweet boy.

You know, I have a nephew around his age,

and I could never get him
to sit that still.

So, um... what do you think?

He's a great kid.

I meant the menu.

Oh. Um...

- It's fine.
- Are you done? I want to go home.

Almost. We just have
a couple more things to go over, okay?

- Just a few more minutes, honey.
- Ugh.

Wow,
your daughter's gorgeous.

She looks so much like you.

Is it just these two you have?

Margaret?

Can I see the final guest list, please?

Yeah, of-of course.

I don't have it printed,
but you can see it on my iPad here.

These are all the people
who have confirmed.

Sometimes, there's no-shows last minute

but I don't think that'll happen here.

It's a lot of people.

Uh,
if you think this is a lot,

you should've seen the wedding
we threw last week.

Half the city was there.

Look, it's always intimidating
to throw a big party,

but my team will be here to support
you guys in whatever you need.

We've thrown a million parties,
and trust me,

you have the best venue in the city.

Although, it's definitely better to have
more than less at this space

because too few people
can feel a little sad.

Anyways, it's your husband's 50th.

That's something worth celebrating,
and once all the planning's behind you,

you're just going to have a great time.

I hope you're right.

It's going to be
a beautiful party.

- We should go home.
- Okay.

Let's go, Daisy.

Aw, what a beautiful drawing.

That must be you
and your sister and your mom.

- And who is that?
- That's Gus.

Who's Gus?

Daisy, let's go.

I'm sorry, we have to go.

- Thank you. Let's go.
- Sure.

Bye.

- Why not?
- Because it's your project.

Auntie Hilary, hold the door.

- Wait. Just wait. Don't run.
- Hold the door, please.

Guys, guys, what did I j...

Did you, um...

get the invitation
to Clarke's birthday tomorrow?

Uh... uh, yeah. W... Uh, we can't make it.

We-we have plans.

But, please, give Clarke our best.

Understand.

I know things have been...

Um...

It's just I would...

I...

It'd mean a lot if you came.

I'll-I'll talk to David.

Essie, we're home.

- Hi, Essie.
- Hello.

- Hey. Hello, sweetheart.
- Grandma. Grandpa.

- You got so big.
- Sorry, they just got here.

- I was trying to be nice.
- Daisy.

- Hi, Grandpa.
- I thought you guys

were gonna relax at the hotel today.

We got bored and wanted to see the kids.

- Where's Uncle Peter?
- He's asleep. He has jet lag.

- I'm starving.
- I made some fresh fruits.

- Ooh, mango.
- Awesome.

Hold on, go wash your hands.

Essie, make sure they wash their hands
when they come home.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thanks, Essie.

Why are you letting her watch
such terrible stuff?

Well, she's obsessed with the news.
There's nothing I can do about it.

Jing, did you move my cups?

I moved them to the cabinet.
It makes more sense that way.

I really don't know if this party
is a good idea. It's too sad.

- I agree.
- Well...

we're just trying to create
a sense of normalcy around here.

But, Margaret, your life is not normal
anymore. Why pretend that it is?

Don't eat all the mango, Daisy.

Hey, who wants to play a game?

- Grandma, but we were watching TV.
- Let's play a game.

Hey, Mom?

Can I have some chocolate milk?

Um...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure.

Okay.

- Uh, Philip?
- Yeah?

Who...

Who is this in this drawing?

Oh, that's Jesus.

Jesus? Why are you drawing Jesus?

I don't want you
to draw him anymore, okay?

All right, Mom.

Hey, baby.

Come here.

I love you very much.

You know that, right?

Yeah. I love you, too.

Go get the chocolate milk.

Thank you, Mom.

May God bless you
and keep you safe

each and every day.

The Lord be with you.

And also with you.

Know that God's presence
and God's love

surround you.

God's mercy
endures forever.

Like a mother hen,

God shelters you beneath her wings.

Almighty and ever-living God,

in your tender love for the human race,
you sent your son,

Jesus,

who, when he walked on the Earth,

was as fully human
as anyone in this place.

He struggled as we do.

He experienced grief

and fear.

You've been a bad girl,
haven't you, Bunny?

I've been very, very bad.

You deserve to be punished.

Punish me, Dirk.

- Hit me.
- Hit you, what?

Hit me, please, Dirk.

Harder. Come on, harder.

See you later, Bunny.

- I said see you later.
- Okay.

What kind of name is Dirk anyway?

It's a white man's name, like Chet

or Tucker or Skeet or David.

You know, Koreans have
pretty weird names, too,

like Yuri and... Yuki

- and Suki.
- Those are Japanese names.

Actually, no, I knew
a Korean girl named Suki.

I'm sure you did.

See you later, Dirk.

Bye.

How much?

60.

Here.

Thank you.

Does this bus pass Temple Street?

Knock it off.
Let's get off at the next stop.

Did we get on the wrong bus?

I don't think so.

Young lady.

Does this bus stop at Temple Street?

I'm Korean.

Does it stop there?

She's Korean.

Korean?

She doesn't speak Cantonese?

I guess not.

She said she's Korean.

Hey, Puri, have you
picked up the dry cleaning yet?

I need it for the party tonight.

Sam's picking it up now.

Oh, and, Puri,

has Pinot been barking a lot?

Yes, ma'am. It is barking all morning.

Ah, thank you.

- Mercy, aw.
- Hi, Philena.

I didn't think
you could make it.

- Sit, sit, sit.
- Oh, thanks.

You guys know my friend Mercy, right?

Hi. I'm Lucia. We haven't met.

- Hi.
- So, Mercy, what do you do?

I'm a friend of Philena's.

And I also do a bunch of other things.

Um, I used to write for Hong Kong Post,
before it closed,

and then I, uh, I was a hostess,
but my boss was super harass-y, so I quit.

Um, and then there was this rich kid
that I was tutoring,

but the mom was psycho, so she fired me,

and then now I'm just working
a bunch of catering gigs.

Sounds... eclectic.

You want champagne?

- Um, actually, could I get a French 75?
- Sure.

- Mmm.
- Oh, my God, I love a French 75.

- That's such a great idea.
- That has champagne in it, right?

And gin and lemon.

Oh, my God, that sounds fantastic.
Can I have one of those, too?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Um, make that three.
- Sure.

Thank you.

How do you know so much about cocktails?

Oh...

She used to drink so much in college.

We used to drink so much.

No, I know, but you're the one
with the crazy stories.

- I heard some things.
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, I promise I didn't tell her. Shh.

- Philena.
- What?!

Let me help you with that.

Are you excited about the party?

I guess.

You just
try to have a good time, okay?

How about we do French braids?

I'm not six, Mom.

I'll just wear my new headband.

Okay.

Wow.

Great dress.

How do you feel?

Uh... old.

Well, you look good.

You okay?

Do you think your parents are right?

About the party?

Should we have waited?

Dr. Stein said
we need to live life, right?

It's the only way...
one foot in front of the other.

We can't think of it
as a betrayal to Gus...

- Mom!
- Mom!

- Mom! Mom!
- Mom!

- Stop it! No!
- Mom!

- Stop it! Stop!
- Mom, she never lets me watch my shows!

- Stop! Stop it!
- Phil, honey, you got to get dressed.

We're gonna be late. Give it to me.

...been stuck
in an agonizing wait for answers.

- But, Mom, I'm already ready!
- Come on.

- This is stressful enough as it is.
- I'm trying to watch.

- Hey. I got it.
- Come on. Here.

- They still haven't found the plane.
- I got it.

Actually, I got it.
Here. Come on, let's go.

- But they're gonna find it, right?
- I don't know. They're looking for it.

I'm sure they'll find it.
Let's go. Come on.

We will not accept
the fate of our loved ones is final.

That's the hardest part.
It's the... it's the not knowing.

It's absolute torture.

The last clue...

- Social media nowadays. Crazy.
- I'm surprised she's, like, not on it.

- It's wild.
- She's not. She's not.

Excuse me. Who is Dirk?

Oh, that's not his real name.
It's kind of an inside joke.

- Wait. Who is this guy?
- Dirk.

What's his real name?

- He's a guy.
- White guy?

- Figures.
- Don't be such a hypocrite, Shellac.

You've definitely dated white guys before.

- Mm.
- Been on a few dates. That's different.

This isn't serious, either.

- We're just having fun.
- Okay.

Sorry. I have to leave you guys.

What? Already?

Can't keep Dirk waiting.

Mercy, I can't believe
you're not telling me who this guy is.

He better be hot.

Mm, trust me.

- Oh. Oh, no, she didn't.
- I'll call you later.

I want to know everything.
That's so weird.

She never mentioned this guy.
I wonder who it is.

What are you looking at?

Christopher's dog
has been barking incessantly.

Fuck.

Hey. What are you doing?

Uh, is that what you're wearing?

Who cares what I'm wearing?

Honey, I think it's a little late to worry
about what people think of me.

Nobody thinks anything of you.

- What?
- The woman in 304 was staring at me again.

Tilda?

You're being paranoid.

Hey, how was your day off?

Hey, what day off?

I worked seven days in a row,
not including today.

And my whole body hurts,
and I had a few drinks

that basically cost me
an entire day's salary.

- That still needs caviar. Yeah.
- Okay.

Salmon tartare?

Salmon tartare?

- Salmon tartare?
- Hello?

Hello. What is it?

Um... s-salmon tartare.

What about this cracker?
Do you know if it contains gluten?

Um, it's a wonton crisp,
so, yeah, it's made of flour.

Oh.

Mmm.

Are you sure
you want to go to this thing?

I don't know. What Margaret did
to you was really fucked up,

but we were so close, and now
we can't even be in the same room?

It's just not worth the stress
that they live in the same building,

and I'm tired of trying
to avoid them all the time.

What?

You reek of alcohol.

I had a beer.

Geez, it's a party, isn't it?
I've just got a head start.

You promised you'd stop, David.

If you hadn't been drinking
that night, then maybe...

Then maybe what?

I just mean, if you hadn't lied
about where you'd been,

if you'd told the truth
from the beginning...

- So now it's my fault, is it?
- No.

Of course not. I just wish that...

Let's just drop it, okay?
I-I don't want to fight.

You know what?
You're right. I'm tired of lying.

I can't do this anymore.

Sam, can you pull over, please?

- What? What are you doing?
- Sam, stop the car.

- No, do not stop the car, Sam.
- Please let me out.

- I can't do this anymore.
- Do what?

- What are you talking about?
- Please, Sam. Please.

I'm begging you.
Can you stop the car, please?

- No, don't you dare, Sam.
- Stop the car.

David, you can't do this.
What about the party?

They are expecting us!

What are you doing? Keep driving!

David, do not make me go
to that party alone.

Then don't go. Don't go.

I'll just make an appearance,
and I'll just meet you at home, okay?

Wait. Where-where are you going?
What time will you be back?

Happy birthday, Clarke.

Thanks. Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

I'm starving.

You want to get more food?

- The food is terrible.
- It's not terrible, Mom.

The only thing
that is okay is the shrimp cocktail.

Remember the food
at our 25th anniversary, Andy?

Oh, that was delicious. The best.

See? If you guys came home to throw the
party, we could've hired the same caterer.

- Mom, not now.
- What?

I didn't say move back for good. I...

But we all know
that's what you meant.

If that's what I meant to say,
I would've just said that.

You've said it plenty of times, Jing.

- Honey.
- Guys, please.

I didn't fly all the way from Philadelphia

just to listen to you guys argue
like this.

- Hey, can we not do this here, please?
- Yes, we'll discuss it when we get home.

There's nothing to discuss.
We're not leaving Hong Kong.

Yuck. Disgusting.

Then don't eat it.

But I'm too hungry.

Let's go find you some shrimp cocktail.

She's relentless.

I think... with everything
that's happened,

they just want the kids to be home,
have some balance.

This is their home. I...

Sorry, Peter. I didn't mean
to snap at you.

No, it's okay. I'm just gonna go...
find some shrimp cocktail.

Hey, they're only here a few more days.

It's fine. It's not them. It's just, uh...

The kids are having a nice time.

Yeah.

You okay, champ?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I can't stop thinking about that drawing.

It's just a drawing.

I don't understand why
he would have Jesus in his head.

- We're not religious. I...
- Maybe-maybe Brian told him.

The Mahoneys? They're Buddhist.

So maybe it was one of his other friends.

It could have been anybody.
What does it matter?

- But...
- I-I don't understand

why you're harping on this right now.

We're here at our party
with all our friends.

You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay. Hey, will you please
just try to have a good time?

Yes. I promise.

Love you.

All right.

- Did you come straight from work?
- What?

No, this...

I was nervous getting ready.

Just didn't know what the vibe
was gonna be.

Like, if it was gonna be
a celebration or what.

- It's a birthday party.
- Yeah, well...

You know what I'm talking about.

Oh, look. There she is.

I don't know how she's doing it,
keeping it together like that?

If anything like that happened to me...

I'd kill myself.

It's 2014.
How the hell can they lose a plane?

The ocean's large. It's massive.

Chicken dumpling?

It's so scary that
you can go missing like that.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. What is that?

I'm good, thanks.

Oh, is that chocolate milk?

Margaret. Margaret, hi.

I just wanted to say thank you
for having me at the party. I, uh...

Margaret.

Oh, there you are.
Do you have any more of those, um...

those, um... what did you call them?

Anyone seen Margaret?

Mercy.

Margaret. There you are.

- Margaret?
- Why is she here?

Who? Who?

Mercy. What is she doing here?

I mean, all your friends are here.

- No need...
- She's not a friend!

Well, we need to get you
on stage for speeches.

Clarke really, really needs you.

Thank you all for being here.

It means a lot for us to see you all.

I-I know we haven't seen many
of you in a while and, um...

Maybe it feels strange for us
to be even having a party, but...

but more than... but more than
celebrating my old age, uh...

...we wanted to take this opportunity

to say thank you to all of you

for supporting us this past year,

over what has been and will probably be
the most difficult time of our lives.

Poor Margaret seems out of it.

I'm sure she's highly medicated.

There's a million cases like theirs.

The only reason this case
got so much attention

is because they're both so photogenic.

I mean, no one wants to say it,
but... but we all know.

I'm gonna go.

What? Already?

It's just too hard seeing her like this.

Every flower has meant so much.

I don't know why
they're still in Hong Kong.

I mean, they should just go home.

I'm sorry. Um...

When the life we knew
became completely unrecognizable.

And the last thing I'll say is, um...

We love you, Gus.

We miss you so much, buddy.

Wherever you are.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

- I saw her. She's here.
- Who?

- What?
- Mercy.

- Mercy is here.
- What are you talking about?

Come here. Come-come here, baby.

Why would she do this to us?

- Why?
- Okay, okay, okay. Just relax.

You've had enough. Just relax.

- It's not the fucking champagne.
- All right, let's sit down. Let's sit down.

- Clarke, Clarke.
- Let's just sit down.

She's here. At our party.

- She's not here.
- Now.

- I saw...
- She's not here.

I'm not crazy. You know, I'm...

Margaret. Margaret.

Why? Why are you here...

I'm sorry? What?

It's okay. It's okay. Come on.

Margaret. Margaret.

Excuse us, everybody.

- That doesn't make any sense. Why would she be here?
- Mom. Stop.

I know it doesn't make sense, Jing,
but I saw her.

I saw her, all right? She was here.

- I...
- Margaret?

- Hilary.
- Is everything okay?

You came. I didn't think you were coming.

- Yeah, I just...
- We need to go home.

- Can you call us a cab?
- Just take the car. We'll call another one.

- Uh, no, you take them, take them home.
- No, no, no.

- Can I go with you?
- Um, sure.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. Thanks, Hil.
- Uh, S-Sam's just outside.

Let's go.

I saw her. I did.

I did. I saw her.

Didn't I? Didn't I?

God.

Do you think I'm losing my mind?

Hey. No.

- Do you think I'm crazy?
- No.

- What?
- Did you really attack a waitress?

Oh!

Sorry.

Yes, in the middle of the party.

Maybe I am seeing ghosts.

No. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

No one should ever have to go through
what you're going through.

I'm starving.

- That food was inedible.
- It was terrible.

I didn't want to say anything.
I'm sorry.

It was so bad, I couldn't eat a thing.

I had a breadstick.

- ...always went.
- When was the last time we were here?

- Mm, was it with the girls?
- Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mm. No.
- No, I think it was.

- No, it was after that.
- When?

It was after the Cecily Brown exhibit.

- That was the last time?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, that's right.

That was so long ago.

- I know.
- Remember that White Cube guy?

- He kept following us around?
- He was madly in love with you.

- No. Come on.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

He was following you like a puppy.

- He'd barely graduated high school.
- Aww.

He looked like Ryan Gosling.

Good memories.

What?

I think my marriage is over.

I'm sorry.

Do you ever imagine yourself
living a completely different life,

being a completely different person?

All the time.

I love my family, but I have
this growing desire to leave them.

I got an apartment in Kowloon.

I just sometimes want
to be alone, you know?

Where I'm not somebody's wife,
not somebody's mother.

Where I'm not defined by tragedy

and not reminded that I'm the mother
of two children instead of three.

You'll always be his mother, Margaret.

You sang karaoke to this.

I did.

Your striptease.

What?

What happened?

What?

Take me to the market.

Please.

It's time to go.

It's okay. It's okay.

What's happening?

I don't know.

Hil? What-what...

- Margaret.
- What?

- Margaret, calm down.
- Is it...

- No, stop.
- Is it my kids?

Stop. Stop.

Just stay in the car.
I'll figure out what's going on.

What is it? What happened?

- What...
- My neighbor. It's my neighbor.

They found him in his apartment.

He's dead.

Oh, thank God.

Thanks for coming tonight.

I know you wanted your marriage
to work, but the truth is...

no relationship can sustain
the kind of lies David was telling.

You think you know everything, Margaret,

but you don't.

Ma'am? You're home.

Can I get you anything?

No, that's okay. Thank you, Puri.

- Has David been home?
- No, ma'am.

Okay. Thank you.

You can go back to bed.

Okay, ma'am.

I can't believe he just died.

Yeah.

He was old.

I never really asked,
it's been kind of a big night.

How long do you think
before we find out?

So where'd you guys go?

You mentioned driving right home.

Why didn't you call?

Philip?

Philip, what are you doing?