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♪♪♪

Oh, my God.

Fuck, Cass?

Cass, fuck, are you okay?

Are you hurt?
Are you--

- [groggy] Mm-mm.
- Oh.

Okay. Um...

Uh, we're gonna
need a minute

or, um, many minutes,

and, uh,
maybe very strong coffee.

Coffee. Coffees.
Okay.

God.
Okay, Annie, listen to me.

I do not need the
why-are-you-fucked-up face

that you're making.
I just--

Please don't.
I can't do it right now.

Okay, well,
you can't see my face

'cause your eyes are closed,

so you don't know
what my face looks like.

Okay, can we just maybe
skip to the

you're-disappointed-in-me
conversation

'cause that's
what I deserve right now.

And I--that's just--please,
just get there and move on.

I know, how about
we let me decide

what's going on
in my own brain.

- Annie.
- Mm-hmm.

I need you to get out
of my house.

- No.
- Get out!

- No.
- I'm not fucking around!

Get out of my house now!

ANNIE:
I'm not going anywhere.

[tearfully]
I thought if I quit drinking,

all my problems would go away
but they're all still here.

[Cassie sniffles]

And I just ended up
drunk on a beach.

Okay. Well, that explains
why you're all sandy.

So, mystery solved there.

[sniffles, sighs]

Okay, look, you fell off
the fucking wagon.

That happened.
Now what?

You know what? I'm gonna make
a list of all of the things

that you can do.

Okay.

Wow.

There's a lot of
Imperial Atlantic pens, Cassie.

Are we stealing pens again?

I don't deserve
to joke around right now.

Jesus fucking Christ, Cass.

No one expects perfection.
Okay, you made it a year.

That's huge.

I did not make it a year.

I've been lying.

I've slipped many times.

- Did you hear what I said?
- Mm-hmm.

I heard you.

Okay, so, uh, number one,
tell the truth about drinking.

Number two, clean up your...

super fucked
and trashed apartment.

Number three,
trust your best friend, Annie.

What else?

Guess I have to...

apologize to Marco
for being horrible.

Yes.

There's also this whole
person-impersonating-you-

and-doing-criminal-shit thing.

Well, see,
there are other people

that can solve crimes,
not just me.

I'm not a CIA agent.
I'm not real.

I need to just focus
on being sober.

I can't do this anymore.

Okay. That's huge.

Decide to make
a huge life change.

I mean, that's a lot more than
I can say for myself right now.

What do you mean?

After everything last year,
I, um, just--

fuck, I just don't
trust myself anymore.

I don't know,
I'm constantly afraid

I'm gonna make
the wrong choice,

you know, like about
the job and Max and, um, just...

everything.

Um, but, you know,

I'm looking around
this apartment right now

and thinking that we do not
need to be talking about me.

Annie,
you're the best person I know.

You're the best
in the whole world.

I mean, just go
with your gut always.

Life advice from someone
who just kissed

their entire security deposit
goodbye.

[groans weakly]

I really fucked up.

[woman laughing]

"Oh, Annie,
you're such a good person."

What happened to you?

Okay, "What happened to you?"

Aren't you supposed to be
all nice and kind

and "perfect like me"?

Oh, "All perfect like me."

No, that idealistic bitch
is dead.

See, every time you ignore her,
she feels more and more useless.

and so now I get to be
the nightmare that you need.

See, when you wipe away
all the lies

and the bullshit excuses,

I'm what's left.

This is what you look like.

God, if I were you,
I'd wish I was dead.

[grumbles softly]

Okay, I would like to sleep
for like a thousand hours.

Oh, my God, what time is it?

I'm supposed to fly back
to New York with Davey today.

I'm doing the--the clean out
my mom's house, you know,

and doing
the weird forgiveness letter...

- The thing for your dad?
- Yes.

But I can't go, right?
I can't do that now.

You absolutely can go.
You should go.

It's gonna be super cathartic.

No, I smell like
the floor of a bar.

Well, that's correct. Yeah.

But look, Cass,
this is good, okay?

If you aren't here, the double
can't pin anything on you

and investigators
can investigate

and you can just go
have some time and be Cassie.

I'm way too hung over to even
think about that right now.

- [knock on door]
- Cassie, this is Benjamin Berry.

That's my handler.
What the fuck is he doing here?

Is that
the one you slept with?

There's only one
that I slept with.

Okay, okay. Shh, shh.
Okay. Okay.

You need to get the fuck out
of here and I will handle him.

Oh, I left my car at the beach.

- Get a fucking Uber, Cassie.
- Sorry.

- Okay, but you can't--
- Go!

Okay, I'm going out
of the back.

Fuck. Okay.

[knocking on door]

Wow.

Well, um, excuse me.

You can't just come
into someone else's home.

- Who the fuck are you?
- My name is Benjamin Berry.

I work with Cassie.

- Is she here?
- No, she's not here.

Um, and you can't just,
like, come over

in the middle of the night
to discuss "airline" business.

I thought she lived alone.

Oh, you thought she lived alone?
That's interesting. Okay.

Well, you guys must be
very close as colleagues,

if you're so intimate
with her living arrangements.

Do you have some sort of ID
or badge that could verify

who you are as a human?

- No.
- Okay.

But there was an incident
at work, and I thought I'd--

[back door closes]

So...are we done?

♪♪♪

[theme music playing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ I--I--I--
I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I--I--I-- ♪

Hey, Rick,
are you looking for Davey?

Uh, no, actually I was calling
to talk to you

to make sure you're okay.

Oh, that's so sweet,
but what do you mean?

Oh, maybe
I'm not supposed to know.

Sorry.
But when Davey said

he was extending his trip
in L.A. longer again,

he dropped some hints
that you were really

going through some stuff.

CASSIE: Is that what he--
what he told you?

I just wanted you to know
that the girls and I,

we're here for you, too...

in spirit.

- Thank you.
- Okay, well, uh...talk soon.

[sighs]

[seat squeaking]

And you packed
your letter, right?

Do you need me to go over it
or maybe proofread it for you?

Okay, stop.

I don't need you
to proofread my letter.

It's fine.
It's not a school project.

Come on. Come on.

Bro, really, it's clean.

And you're good to go
to Mom's after, right?

I guess.
I'm fine going to Mom's

to clear out
whatever she needs cleared out

as long as she's not there
like we talked about.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
We've gone over this.

She's away at
her meditation retreat.

[snickers]
I mean, that's hilarious, right?

Someone should tell her
it's not working.

How would you know?

You talk to her
once a year at Christmas.

Just--Would it be so bad
if you two just, you know,

sat together and talked?

Oh, Davey, can we please
not talk about Mom right now?

Come on.
Like, that's like way too much.

- You can't fix everything.
- Okay.

[Cassie sighs]

OVER PA: Flight attendants,
doors for departure,

cross-check and all call.

[clears throat]

Okay, so we are boarded
and strapped in

and pretty much stuck together
for the next six hours,

so you cannot get mad at me.

Uh, I drank last night

and it's not the first time
I've slipped

and I couldn't sit here
and not tell you

'cause I just can't do that
and I'd feel like shit about it.

And that's what happened,
and I'm sorry.

The fact that you waited
till the doors were closed

really...

Are you all right?

No.

But I'm not gonna drink again.

At least I'm not gonna
drink right now.

Why?

We shouldn't be
going on this tri--

Why are we going on this trip?

Well,
according to FAA regulations,

we can't exactly
change our mind.

And, um...

I don't know,
fuck, maybe...

maybe it's gonna be good
for me, you know,

like, clearing out
our childhood stuff,

throwing things away.

It's like a... new start,

clean slate,
I don't fucking know.

Something like that--Carol...

- Whoa. Yay. Hi.
- Hi.

I'm like your lucky rabbit's
foot following you around.

[chuckles]
No, you're not lucky.

You're a bad penny.

You're also in C and E.

You need to be
in your ticketed seats.

There's no one in this seat.

Sir, do not--do not
raise your voice at me.

I am not your adversary.

Okay. Carol. Jesus.

By the way, this is the reason
we don't invite you to brunch.

[mouthing]
I hate you.

It's--I'm just--

It's frustrating, you know.
It's heartbreaking.

You just threw away
all that work.

Everything you're feeling
and everything you're saying

is right.

So...

FLIGHT ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

this Imperial Atlantic flight
to New York's

John F. Kennedy Airport
will be departing shortly.

[sighs] Come here.

Baby!

You sent me a note
with a customer.

Oh, he doesn't know who I am.

Are you even allowed
to be here right now?

Yes. Of course I am.

That's why I came to see you.

Baby.

Can I give you a hug, please?

[tearfully] Oh. Eli.

Oh, my God,
I missed you so much.

- You have no idea.
- Yes, I do.

Mwah, mwah, mwah! [laughs]

How'd you, uh--
how'd you know I worked here?

Oh, I stopped by
your swim practice

and your friend Jake told me
you were here.

- You talked to Jake?
- Yeah.

- Fuck.
- Eli. Language.

- Sorry.
- And don't worry, okay?

I bribed him
and I threatened him.

Jesus. Um...Okay.

I mean, I quit the swim team
so I could pick up

an extra shift at work.

Why?

Listen, don't worry about it,
okay?

I'm gonna stop by the house
and I'm gonna talk to Dad,

and we're gonna figure
all of this out.

Dad...had to sell the house.

To pay the legal bills.

Lost his job.

I didn't know.

Are you gonna disappear again?

Absolutely not. Okay?

- I promise.
- Okay.

- Can I get another hug?
- Yeah, Mom.

ELI: Missed you.

[teary laughter]

♪♪♪

Hey, dummy. It's too late.

He's already dead.

[shaker clattering]

Hey. While you're here,

why don't you do
something useful

and dig a fucking hole
for yourself?

Take the fucking shovel.

- DAVEY: You all right?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

"Dad,

"you taught me
how to make eggs

"and how to start a campfire...
[sniffles]

"and how to hunt.

"You were fun and funny.

"You were my best friend
in the whole world.

"You were also an alcoholic.
[sniffles]

"You introduced me to drinking

"and it made me feel
so special.

"Then you died.

"And all I had left of you
was the alcohol.

"That's the only part
I had to remember you.

"So here I am as an adult...

"an alcoholic adult...

reading a letter
in a fucking graveyard."

Fuck.

"Your little girl turned out
just like you,

"and I hate that.

"I hate it.

"You kept going back
to drinking,

"and so, I do, too.

"And it makes me hate myself.

"I forgive you for hurting me,

"forgive you for hurting Davey,

"and I forgive you
for hurting Mom.

"I love you,

"but I will not be you.

"I will not be you.

Goodbye."

I think we should probably go
before I drink the gasoline

out of the car.

Then let's go.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

You should try the tea.

Hmm, tea?

Uh, yeah, it's, um, fennel.

I don't know,
the stupid fucking package

said that it was good
for calming the nerves, so...

Oh, we're tea people now, huh?

I don't know.
I just thought,

after the whole
breaking and entering thing

and then,
you know, finding Cass

in full-blown
"Brokedown Palace" mode

that, um,
I'd give calm nerves a shot.

Yeah. She's got some stuff
to figure out.

So, not for nothing,

but, um, I kind of feel like

we have some stuff
we need to figure out, too.

I... I--Yeah, I'm--

I'm sorry
I lost my temper in the car.

I really am.

But can we focus
on the Diazes for a sec?

There's a lot of info
on this laptop

and I'm just really trying
to get through it.

These people
are a piece of work.

I mean, different identities,
different appearances,

multiple addresses,
multiple records

of people they've tortured.

There's nothing here that pins
'em down to who they really are.

They're just fucking ghosts
and we fucked with them.

So, it's kind of the part
we need to know.

Wow.

Well, no matter how bad
a person I think I am,

I guess there's always
gonna be some insane couple

out there kidnapping and
torturing people

to make me feel
better about myself.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

You're not a bad person.

Yeah. Um, okay.

It's just...

I need you to know that I know

that the ring
is important to you.

- [door creaking]
- And so, it's important to me

and that's why
I was wearing it. Um...

So, yeah, that.

I loved that
you were wearing it.

I love you.

And the other stuff,
that's just...

that's just stuff
we're gonna figure out.

Sure. And, you know,

like my, um,
crippling indecisiveness

isn't...about you.

You know, it's not about,
um, you.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay, um...

I'm done talking about
feelings now, so, um...

Yeah,
can we change the subject?

No, I love this awkward side
to you. This is beautiful.

Um, I love that you can
go fuck yourself.

Um, so...

I am gonna
go cook us lunch

in that, uh, kitchen,

where people make food,
um, or dinner,

you know, depending on how long
that takes. We'll see.

But you can't cook.

You want to take that back?

I mean, you don't often cook.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- It's fucking on.
- Can't wait.

Yeah, I'm gonna blow your mind
with what I'm about to cook.

My stomach is awaiting.

- It's, "Mm-mm."
- Yeah, better be.

♪♪♪

[cell phone ringing]

Contact name and ID number?

Evans, 11-7-53.

Hold for connection.

Mr. Berry.

People are waiting for answers

because the optics aren't good.
The optics.

So I'm looking for answers,
not for the fucking optics,

but for the families
of our colleagues

who were murdered on US soil.

So how
is the investigation going?

Do you have any leads?

Yeah, I'm actually circling
a person of interest right now.

So, you're sleeping here,
but you're not actually

getting anything done.

Nothing work-related, anyway.

I don't know
what you're implying,

but I am doing my job.

You're on thin ice, Mr. Berry.

Look, if you're emotionally
compromised,

we can provide access
to counselors for you.

Dot, I really appreciate that.

Thank you so much.

But please don't give me
the counselor speech

like I'm some new recruit.

Then stop behaving like one,

or I'm noting it
in your record.

Oh, and about Cassie Bowden?

Leave it alone.

Call me when you land?

I love you.

We have a lot to think about.

Justin, I was going
to tell you, I swear to God.

It's not even about you
not telling me that

you're, like,
frickin' Jason Bourne.

It's that all of a sudden,
I'm deep in a relationship

with a dude who could
like...die. Okay?

I am gonna try not to die.

[chuckles]

I'm sorry.

[cell phone buzzing]

Shane Evans.

Agent Evans, it's Benjamin Berry
in the LA office.

You were Cassie Bowden's
recruiting agent.

Do you know her personally?

Yeah, well, she's not
my favorite person

in the world right now,
but yes, I--I--I know her.

Are you aware of her
involvement

with any radicalized
political groups?

Of course not. No, no.

No. Why would I know that?
No.

So, her history suggests
she's prone

to mental illness,
substance abuse.

I'm asking because
she's an unusual

and unpredictable person.

Well, now that we've established
that Cassie is...different,

I can't provide any further
illumination into her character.

- Listen, I gotta run.
- Evans.

[phone button beeps]

Max...

pull yourself away
from your laptop

and come eat your words
along with this epic meal

that I prepared for us.

It's sort of
too late for lunch,

and it's too early for dinner.
So, is this supper?

Did I make supper?

- Hey.
- Success.

Babe, um...

Okay, I said pull yourself
away from your laptop,

not pull your laptop
into our first

horrifyingly domestic
moment together.

This is not good.

Okay, I certainly know you're
not talking about this

epic meal that I slaved over.

It's Cassie.

Cool.
That's my least favorite answer,

so what does that mean?

The Diazes were sending
progress reports

with, like, stalker-level info

on Cassie to some Korean group.

They have her flight
itinerary to New York,

information on Davey, and
an address for a Lisa Bowden?

Fuck. Cassie was stopping
by her mom's house.

♪♪♪

- CASSIE: Great.
- DAVEY: You know,

how about
a root beer float?

I've been craving
a root beer float.

You know, kind of like
we used to do, you know?

A little root beer,
a little ice cream, come on.

Stop talking about
root beer floats.

We'll get one later, okay?
Seriously.

- No, you can't...
- Let's go.

You know how completely useless

I am when I'm hungry.
So, let's just--

You know what?
I'm just gonna come back.

I'm gonna do this
by myself sometime.

- I'll take care of it.
- Davey, stop, listen to me.

It's okay, it's okay.
I am fine.

I'm fine, I'm fine,
and you're--you're fine.

We're both fine, and, you know,

I'm at least
functional enough

to deal with this right now.

This whole starting-over trip

has really been
a punch in the face.

Yeah, well, it wasn't supposed
to be a starting-over trip.

That's what... Ugh! God!
That's what I'm saying.

I'm sorry,
and I just would like

for one thing
to go as planned, you know?

No weird surprises.

Oh...

DAVEY: Hey, Mom.

Jesus, Davey.

You might have
given me a heads-up.

♪ I--I--I--I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I--I--I--I need ♪

[phone button beeps]

Voicemail.

Cassie, the Diazes are feeding
information about you

to their employers,
and they know where you are.

You need to go
somewhere safe immediately

and you need to call me, okay?

Call me.

[line disconnects]

- She'll call.
- Mm-hmm.

I've got laundry in,
the oven's on and...

This is a mess.

DAVEY: Sorry, Mom.

When I heard you scratching
at the door,

I thought
it was another break-in.

Wait, what?
You had a break-in?

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, 'cause, you know,

they didn't take anything

and just came in
and made a big mess,

and probably just
a bunch of kids.

Yeah, my apartment
got broken in to,

so I... I know the feeling.
It can be really scary.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You had that, you--
you had that break-in, too.

Did they ever find who did it?

Yeah, we did.
We're good friends now.

[quick snort of laughter]

Davey, did Cassie ever
tell you about

her "good friends"
who used to come in here,

lock the door, blast the music?

Always a few bucks
missing from my purse.

Mom, didn't that
happen like twice?

Well, now that
we're all caught up,

what are Cassie and I gonna
talk about

on our Christmas phone call?

Jesus, Mom!

I didn't know about
Davey's little plan

until now, either, okay?

But I'm managing
to not be mean about it.

- [scoffs]
- [oven beeping]

You lied to me.
Are you kidding me?

You give me shit
for lying to you

and then you bring me here
and bombard me with Mom?

This is not good
for my life right now.

- Do you understand?
- I'll talk to her.

Oh, you'll go talk to her?
Oh, that'll make it better.

LISA: Oh, shit.

Mom.

- Mom.
- No.

- DAVEY: Please just--
- LISA: I don't trust her.

DAVEY: I know.

LISA: I'm sorry, I just--

I don't have the emotional space
for her right now.

I--I'm sorry.
I just--I don't.

- You should see the--
- Okay.

So, I'm not just
gonna stand out there

and listen to you guys
talk shit about me.

So here I am,
I'm right here and--

- I'm just gonna--
- No, you're not. You're staying.

[clears throat] Here I am.

I burned
the sweet potato fries.

Okay. Mom. [sighs]

I'm sorry you burned
the sweet potato fries.

Actually, um, no, I'm...

I am sorry for being
a shitty daughter.

How about that?

Especially after Dad died.
It was terrible.

I was a dysfunctional
alcoholic teenager

and I'm the one that stole
money from your purse.

I'm the one that did that,
not my friends. I did that.

I know.

You knew that? You knew that?
She knew that. Okay.

Fuck. All right. Good.

Um, taking responsibility
for my life and my actions

is a big part of my journey now.

So, um, Mom,

I'm so sorry
that I was a sad, angry kid.

I should have been nicer to you.

I should've been kinder.
So, I'm sorry.

Okay.

CASSIE: Okay.

Okay. That's it? [stammers]

Well...

Is that it? Because...

if that is it,
I don't really think

that we are addressing
the issue here.

Okay, well, if you're not gonna
accept my apology,

how are we ever gonna
move on with our lives?

- Your apology?
- Yeah.

For being a kid
in a fucked-up household?

Nobody's mad at you for what
you did when you were little.

Your father died.

Nobody knew what to do.

I could have been better.

Nobody's mad at anybody

for what you did
when you were little.

Okay.

It's what you do
when you're an adult

that matters, all right?

You convinced me to come
and see you in the city.

So I came...

and you forgot about me.

I didn't know where you were.

I didn't know if you were
passed out in an alley

or if you were dead.

I spent those days
with your doorman.

Then you came here,

turned on the burner,
passed out in the living room

and nearly burned
my house down.

- CASSIE: Okay--
- Then,

you go out
and you get a DUI...

- Okay, stop.
- after your father...

- Stop.
- kills himself...

- Stop talking.
- driving drunk...

- Stop talking!
- as a skunk.

I don't want to hear--
Just, I don't--

- You don't what?
- I don't.

You don't want to remember,

you don't want
to talk about it,

you don't want to hear about it.

Why? 'Cause you're just
like your father.

He's sorry.
He was always sorry.

Do you think an apology
is just gonna wax it all away?

I am exhausted!

Let's just cut
to the chase here, okay?

Cassie.

Cassie!

When was your last drink?

Well...

I guess that clears that up.

You know, Mom, there are things
that when you're a kid,

you learn and they get really
lodged in your brain

and it's really hard
to just get rid of them

and turn it off, okay?

I had a lot of years with Dad
learning to do the wrong thing,

and no one really stepped in
to say otherwise.

LISA: Oh, oh, okay.

So this is why
you brought her here?

So she could blame me
for her bullshit?

Davey left you! I stayed!

I might have been an asshole
but I stayed. He left you.

Why is he your favorite?
Why does he have a pass?

Why?

- David is an adult.
- Oh, my...

And that is what
you are supposed to do.

You're supposed to grow.

- You're supposed to learn.
- Really?

And you're supposed to move on.

Well, I am dragging
all this shit with me, okay?

That's what I've been doing.

Mom, I don't blame you.

I don't blame you
for not stopping Dad.

I don't blame you.
I know that you can't do that.

I know that people have
to try and stop themselves.

You cannot force anyone to stop.

Okay, I hid the booze.
I drove you to counseling

and I waited so that
you didn't run out the back.

And I negotiated with the school

so that you could stay
in school.

Now it has been
20 years since then.

Are you just gonna drag
this bullshit around with you

for the rest of your life?

Dad made me feel special.

Okay? Not super fucked up.

That is true, and I know
the more that I--

time that I spent with him
just kept disappointing you.

And that's horrible,
and I'm sorry.

Do you know what a relief
it was to leave here

and not be a constant
disappointment for you?

Do you understand?

To not be a constant
fucking disappoint for you?

So I avoided you.

I still avoid you
and I drank, a lot,

because I love to fucking drink.

And I have clocked every bottle
in this fucking kitchen,

but I'm not touching it,
I'm not drinking it.

I'm doing better,
I'm doing better.

What else do I have to do
to show you

that I'm doing better?

Oh.

- Cassie...
- Hmm.

Honey.

[sobbing]

I love you.

I do.

But I don't like you...

at all.

- Mom.
- David.

Mo--

Now, I'm sure neither one
of you have eaten.

There is food in the fridge.

Just put it in the microwave
and press 2.

Okay?

- [hard slap]
- [gasps]

I'm going to work.

[gasping]

[gasping for breath]

- Eli.
- Hi.

What's the matter,
are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, Dad.
Ah, I'm okay.

Geez, man,
your message scared me.

I know. I know. I'm--
I'm really okay. It's okay.

I just, uh, kind of had to get
you to come down here.

Mom kind of has to stay
off the radar.

Hi, Bill.

Go back to work.

What? No, it's fine. I--

Go back to work.

[sobbing]

Aw!

You're so fucking awesome.

You just can't help yourself,
can you? [scoffs]

Jesus, Megan. Why?

Why did you do this?

I don't think the answer helps.

I asked.

So I'd like an answer.

I wanted to feel special,

to be seen.

I guess I wasn't feeling that
from home,

and--and I'm not blaming
you, Bill. I'm not, okay?

I want to be
super clear about that.

You are the sweetest man ever

and incredibly kind,
but we were on autopilot.

We weren't--
we weren't unhappy.

You weren't unhappy, Bill,
but I was.

You--

And this time being away,
it made me realize

that the only thing that I need,

the only thing
that I want is you and Eli.

The, uh...

The FBI has told me that

I need to call them
if you come back.

- What?
- Or they're gonna prosecute.

And Eli is,
you know, just...

I have to protect our family.

How is it "our family"
without me in it?

I love you.

And if I could start this
whole thing over again, I would.

Oh, baby, at the drop of a hat,
I would.

- But we can't.
- Please.

Please, baby,
listen to me, listen to me.

You don't have to do this.
You don't--Please.

Please. Please.
Just don't--

Bill! Please!

Please!
[gasping]

[engine starts]

[sighs]
What are you doing in here?

What? I'm doing
what we came here to do.

Really?
Fireworks?

You know, I can tell you
as a flight attendant,

they're probably not gonna
allow those on the plane.

Yeah, I don't know why
I stopped loving fireworks.

Oh, I remember.

I remember Dad once had you
hold a Roman candle

and you burned your hand.

Are you just gonna stand there?

I thought you were gonna
help me with this.

Uh, no, that was before
you ambushed me,

so I'm pretty sure
I'm just gonna stand here.

Yeah, I'm gonna
take them with me.

And if the TSA wants
to wrestle me to the ground,

then let them.

- Oh, you're mad at me now.
- I'm not mad.

Oh, okay.

ANNIE: I had one
just like this as a kid.

I had one, too.

Santal 33...

Okay.

I thought it was
another break-in.

♪ I--I--I--I need, I need you ♪

♪ I--I--I--
I need, I need you ♪

Fuck!

Dot, hey.

So, um, I'm sorry,
I owe you a huge explanation.

- Um, here's the thing.
- Look, I'm trusting you here.

I've been digging, and
what you witnessed in Berlin

is connected
to the analysts killed in LA.

And now, to be honest with you,

I'm having real doubts
about our mutual acquaintance,

Mr. Berry.

Wait, no, Benjamin?

He was actually just at my place

with this, like,
cloudy-eye guy from Berlin.

Officer Jones?
That's Benjamin's errand boy.

What?
Wait, you saw him in Berlin?

- Shit.
- He was also at Echo Park Lake.

Okay, we can't talk
about this on the phone.

Can you meet me
in, say, half an hour?

Uh, yeah, no,

I'm actually
in New York till tomorrow.

You need to get back here.
And, Cassie, be careful.

- [line beeps]
- [stammers]

Okay, Annie,
what the fuck--I... I...

DAVEY: Cassie.

There's a car outside
and it's just idling.

All right.

- Oh. We gotta go now.
- What?

Just--We got to go right now.
Let's go.

- What?
- Let's go. Come on.

- Shh.
- Where are we going?

- Just be quiet.
- Why?

- Who are those guys?
- Davey, shut up!

DAVEY: What is this?
What's happening?

Okay, so one of my friends
may have sold secrets

to the North Koreans,
and then my other friend

might have killed one
of the North Koreans' friends.

- What?
- Yeah.

Jesus, Cassie,
make better friends.

Oh, my God.
Davey, are you okay?

- Yeah.
- Are you sure?

Jesus. Get up!

- Okay. Okay.
- I'm fine. I know where to go.

What do you mean,
you know where to go?

- Follow me!
- Oh, God.

- CASSIE: Where are you going?
- DAVEY: Oh, shit. This way.

What is this place?

How do you even know
about this place?

We used to camp here
for Eagle Scouts.

It was near here
and then I used to sneak here

- to make out with Evan Casters.
- What?

How did you not tell me
about this?

I mean, even for you?
The North Koreans?

Okay, how about the surprise
meetup with Mom?

And hey,
should I mention Rick?

I told Rick that I needed time

because I just didn't want
to go home yet.

Rick and I are taking
some time apart.

- Wait, wait, what?
- You want to know?

My OCD
is getting worse.

And I snapped, okay?
I snapped at Eve.

One morning
she spilled an orange juice

and I screamed at her.

I screamed in her face,
and you should have seen

the look on her face.

So, I came here to LA.

Instead of dealing with
my problems,

I started working
on yours instead.

- So, you happy now?
- No, I'm not exactly happy.

Can we just agree
to not wait

for the other person
to fall apart

- before we help each other out?
- Fine.

- MAN: Miss Bowden.
- Shh!

I apologize if we startled you.

We only want to ask about
our good friend, Mrs. Briscoe.

So, let's chat.

- What do we do?
- Okay, shh.

- What are we gonna do?
- Stay. Stay right there.

- Really, what are you doing?
- [shushes]

- Hold this.
- Why? I don't want this.

Hold it.

I think if we stay here,
we're gonna be sitting ducks.

I got the...

[panting]

If there's gas in this thing,

I think I can
create a diversion.

Maybe Davey's little plan
will go wrong

and it'll kill you.

Problem solved.

[sighs]

- [fire crackling]
- Oh, my God, watch your face.

Watch your face.
Watch your face.

[cracker exploding]

- Oh! Oh, my God.
- Okay, run! Run.

- What?
- Come on, come on.

Davey, calm down. We made it.

- I know.
- Listen, I texted Annie

and so she sent me back
a skull and crossbones,

angry face and prayer hands.

- So we're good.
- Okay.

- You all right?
- Uh, um...

You know,
my problems back home,

they don't seem so bad anymore,
so as soon as we land,

I think I'm gonna book
my return flight

to Denver,
if that's okay with you.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I think I'll be okay
when I get home.

Okay.

LA is now my home.
That's insane.

What is... Does that
have something do with

what North Koreans were after?

Davey, my life is insane.

Not everything is about
the North Koreans.

Keep your voice down.

What's up with the boat
registration numbers?

What?

The boat reg--[scoffs]

When I went on the whale
watching trip with Jenny

and she couldn't stop talking
about her boyfriend,

I went and hung out
on the bridge with the crew,

and I was asking 'em about
the numbers on all the boats.

Boat registration number.

Oh, cool.

♪ I--I--I--
I need, I need you ♪

Just one...um...

Hey, Shane. Hi. Hi.

Are you still mad at me about
the whole Justin thing?

I'm so sorry.

You better be alone right now.

I'm alone, I'm by myself.

You--Cassie, fuck.

Look, I'm gonna put a brief
moratorium on that conversation.

You've got a bigger problem.

Your handler called me today
to quiz me on you,

and I thought to myself,
"Hmm, that's strange."

And then I saw an internal memo
for a person of interest

in connection with the recent
CIA-related murders.

A blond woman, slim build,
travels internationally.

- Sound familiar?
- Mm, yeah.

- That sounds like me. So, yeah.
- Yeah.

That's a big flashing billboard,
"Find Cassie Bowden."

Shane, I'm just glad that you
believe me and what's going on,

but Dot Karlson
wants me home now,

and she knows
I didn't do any of this.

No, the agency
is not your friend right now.

That guy Benjamin
is poisoning the well.

And even if Dot
is in your corner,

you and I need to meet
before you go

anywhere near the CIA.

Okay, one more thing--
one of the slides

on the View-Master, it's--
it's a boat registration number.

Yeah, I just found out.

If we can find this boat,
maybe we can get ahead

of this whole thing.

You know, it's like just when
I think we're on the same page,

you go and say something
even more bonkers.

Have we met?

Okay, I'm gonna
text it to you, okay?

Okay, bye. Bye.

- I don't want to know, do I?
- Nope.

♪♪♪

♪ Your touch
lands like a feather ♪

♪ Digs in like deceit ♪

♪ Ribs cave under pressure,
bury me beneath ♪

♪ 'Cause I still taste
your cigarettes ♪

♪ A puff of smoke,
I hope to catch ♪

♪ By the
broken bottles on my steps ♪

♪ Sorrow spills from your lips ♪

♪ My heart still yearns ♪

♪ You're gonna catch up ♪

♪ But there's no rush... ♪