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Previously on You:

It's been three days since the disappearance of Natalie Engler.

- Falco. - We found the ring.

Okay.

Love, this is my son, Theo.

Didn't know you had a son.

I'm still very unclear as to why you decided to volunteer here.

I'm at the hospital. Henry has the measles.

- Who do you think it was? - Not closed yet, are you?

Can't tell you how sorry we are for exposing Henry.

We hope you won't hold it against us.

- Hey, Gil. - Yep?

Well, this came sooner than expected.

The proverbial paint is hardly dry.

Breathing.

It's more than I can say for Natalie. Meaning, you did the right thing.

Controlled your impulses.

So I won't be frustrated with you, Love. No.

This is growth,

and it's important I show you I recognize it...

No. Appreciate it.

I'll set aside the fact that we're using our son's baby monitor as surveillance.

It's twisted but smart.

Hey, Gil. Hey, buddy.

Hey there.

Hey.

She hit me.

I'm so sorry.

"Slipped and hit your head" is off the table.

Your wife. She knocked me out.

Can't say it was a shock.

I was shocked.

I said, "Gil? Nice guy Gil?"

'Course she told me what you said.

Not that it justified what she did. The thing is, if you could have seen...

what she went through in the hospital with our baby...

Here.

Still, she should not have done this.

That's for sure.

It's a proofing room. Something about temperature and humidity.

Keeps the dough from getting a tough skin. I'm not sure I understand any of it.

That's Margaret with her gardening.

Seeds and soil pH and...

Friendly chatter's a reflex with this guy.

You may have assaulted the one person who might give us a pass for this.

Love and I are very embarrassed.

Is there any chance we could keep this between us?

We will not tell a soul how you recklessly endangered our son.

- I don't know I would put it like that. - No? How?

Well, it's just... No judgment.

But to dose an infant with chemicals we know nothing about?

- I mean, I call that reckless. - Hmm.

Actually, your son has naturally gained immunity, so...

I'd say it was beneficial.

You know what? I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, I get carried away. - No, no, no.

You might be right, yeah.

- Our child is fine. - Yeah.

Here.

Here, let me help you up.

Ooh.

So, what do you say, bygones?

Okay.

Sure. Bygones.

He's lying.

- Are you absolutely sure? - I'm cool!

I'm cool. Let me out, please?

No doubt. He'll go straight to the police.

- Fuck. - Guys, let's be grown-ups about this!

- Now what? - Come on!

Here we go. Coming in hot, Henry. Hey.

Got to bank to the left. Here. Open. There we go.

Peek in our window, you see your typical suburban family

having a typical morning.

You know, it can be blissful...

watching our son discover the pleasures of sweet potatoes.

All I really need.

I did have a thought.

Mutually-assured destruction.

Get something that he doesn't want anyone else to know about

and he can't expose us.

- He opens his mouth, we open ours. - Worked for me once before.

It would have, Benji.

- He may look like a choirboy... - So did Dahmer.

A plan in place, a Monday's worth of returns.

I got lots of time to learn what Gil's hiding behind the Mr. Rogers persona.

Okay. All right. So Google out of my boss's eagle-eyeline.

Kids are gonna commit hara-kiri.

No child sacrifice in the library, please.

Gil is MIA. He was our reader today,

and I told Lansing I'd run the boys to the dentist.

- He did not just say "Gil." - That's so not like Gil.

He's their favorite. Man's a saint.

Except for that one dark thing about him that Dante knows?

You know better than that. Not even the saints were saints.

Hey, sorry. I couldn't help but overhear.

- I could read to the kids. - I've got it.

Okay.

Joe Goldberg? Hi. Did I know you work here?

Did I know you had your breasts enhanced in 2017?

Vlogged your recovery from Adderall addiction?

Brother's a roadie for 5 Seconds of Summer?

Cool to post this?

This is stupid!

Hey, hello? Hey!

- Hey, you... - I could have one of everything.

Well, I wouldn't tell.

But my ass would.

God, I envy you, Love.

I have so many photo shoots, next thing you know,

people will be calling me "brave" and then unfollowing

'cause I'm no longer aspirational.

Mind if I post this?

Oh.

Perfect. Okay, ciao.

Ciao.

- Fuck. - Love, listen.

That ring, it was supposed to look like she left it there,

then moved on, but of course they want to look there.

- What if we missed something else? - We control what we can.

We keep up appearances.

We volunteer to help with the search.

- God. - It's gonna be okay.

Okay.

I'll see you at home.

A man in a cage is a problem.

Few hundred citizens combing the woods

where we buried and exhumed Natalie Engler?

Full-stop crisis.

I don't understand why I would go to this!

- Theo, can you be reasonable? - You can't make me volunteer!

- That's implied in the word "volunteer"... - Theo! Keep your voice down.

Dad, they're making you look pathetic.

I am not going.

When you're ready to talk like a person above the age of 6, I'll be inside.

Hey, was the idea to be so loud, the whole neighborhood could hear?

'Cause that was gauche. You sounded like a brat.

You little peeping Tom. You spying on me?

What's up with all the dad theatrics?

Um...

So, apparently, Sherry Conrad and her creepy little squad

are teaming up with the cops to go search some state park

to, like, I don't know, find Natalie out there stacking rocks?

You don't want to join?

I've been waiting for this opportunity to join a cabal

of soulless, bulimic yoga moms. I think it's my calling.

They're convinced that he killed her.

I don't want him helping the villagers sharpen their pitchforks.

You should go. Optics are a thing. If you don't go, both of you look bad.

Hey, hey, hey.

I will be your search buddy. Hmm?

Tie my shoes and everything?

If necessary.

Brat.

Hey, you should get this fixed by the way.

This "Hands Across Madre Linda" exercise in the woods

has me dangerously distracted.

What if we did leave something for John and Betty Volunteer to find?

But we weren't careless, were we?

Focus! One thing at a time.

Need to find Gil's fatal flaw.

"Geology rocks." "Schist happens."

If I've mined anything, it's that "Rock Star" Professor Gil Brigham

has a taste for geologist humor.

Once taught at Burgess College in Columbus, Ohio.

Left in his second year. In October. Hmm.

It's abrupt.

Did he transgress with a co-ed?

"Sophomore Burgess student victim of campus attack."

Could it be...?

Hmm.

Four hours in and the only fault I can find

is Gil's sense of humor.

Spotless academic career, church, a dedication to his kids so deep

he may be the inspiration for those World's Greatest Dad mugs.

Never misses a game, a birthday...

Look, he volunteers at the children's ward...

And shit! The library.

Better account for today.

Sorry to miss today. A little work crisis.

Sorry to disappoint the kids.

- Who are we stalking? - Hey.

- No, no, I'm just... - You seen Peer Gynt?

Yes. In that I stole it for Ellie.

Yeah, I may have taken it home for a read.

You took a 2500-dollar book that isn't supposed to leave?

You know how when you know a rule exists,

but you don't think it applies to you

because you're quick and careful, and you work here.

For those of us who didn't grow up with first editions for coasters...

I'm sorry, you think that I come from money?

Look what you've done to me, Love. I smell like the rich now.

Just let me say this.

There were no first editions on the shelves growing up

because there were no... shelves.

- Right. You were poor. - Practically homeless.

A bookstore owner took me in and let me work for free,

and I slept in a cage in his basement.

No, wait. Marienne, hang on. Wait, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Stop. That crossed the line. It was an exaggeration.

We straddled the poverty line my entire childhood,

and I escaped with books.

I learned all about them,

like you wanna know everything about that one beautiful thing.

It saves your miserable life.

So I...

I misjudged a little, maybe.

Generally, my favorite apologies are stiff and grudging...

Fair.

I'm sorry.

Ah...

And I guess I might have to like you after all, Goldberg.

- Perish the thought. - Hmm.

Since we're friends now, what else did you take?

A Dickens, a Shelley, a signed early Strand.

- Nothing. - Mm-hm.

Make sure that's still true when I look real hard tomorrow.

Okay?

- Thought we had a deal! - We did. I'm sorry.

You know, you can't keep me in here like some animal.

People know that I was coming here. So you can let me out or the police can.

- When they come looking... - No one's gonna save you. We...

We already made excuses on your behalf.

Uh...

I'm sorry, Gil. I want to let you out, man.

I won't tell a soul.

I promise.

I told you, we can keep this between us.

Say...

we knew something about you.

Something you really don't want anyone to know.

Right, I see.

Okay, I keep your secret, you keep mine.

And this time, you'll keep your end of the deal?

Yes.

Okay. Okay.

Just... Give me a minute to think.

I got it!

Okay, listen.

Couple years back, our church group went to a festival for Christ in Vegas.

Christ? Vegas? Strong starter ingredients.

We raised funds for the Santoses,

who'd lost their home to a fire.

And now, there's this woman, Cheryl.

Christ. Vegas. Cheryl.

Real, you know, fun-lover. You know the type.

Anyway, everyone else had gone to bed,

but she and I have a little more in our tanks.

So...

So we take the 600 dollars that we'd raised, and...

A room with a pile of blow and a dominatrix dressed as a nun.

Why didn't I start here this morning?

We put it all on red.

And lost.

That sucks. Then what?

Then we had to recoup it from our own savings that Monday.

- That's it? - "That's it?"

- We gambled and lost the Santoses' money. - And you returned it... It was a Monday?

Yeah, but we lied.

You know, we were selfish.

If people knew that, are you kidding me?

Okay.

Okay, fine. I slept with her.

I did.

Real rough-style too.

- Can you define "rough style"? - You know, when...

I'm trying to give you something.

- Got to do better, Gil. - Fuck!

Fuck.

So I managed to rolling-pin the only saint in Madre Linda?

Not even the saints are saints.

But, look, I... I don't know.

My mom's taking Henry tomorrow.

- With everything... - It's a good idea.

"Committee to Find Natalie Engler"

is organizing a search party in Redwood State Park, which is Natalie's...

Better give her a frozen one.

In case of an earthquake, right? Or...

we're taken in for questioning.

Joe?

- Tell me not to panic. - There's nothing for them to find.

What if they do?

What if they get a search warrant or they start looking around?

"What's in this basement?"

Why is it feeling like this has become my fault?

It's your fault your mommy left you here, Goldberg.

We need to get rid of Gil.

We can't have this hanging over our heads.

I know.

Okay, so we built the cage so that we could stop and think.

What if we've done that and now...?

- What? And now what? - What you gonna do, Goldberg?

He's gonna cry.

Just like he cries for his mommy in bed very night.

We didn't want... to do this.

- We did this to protect our family. - It had to be done.

You were protecting me. You're a good boy, Joey.

What if the only option is for Gil to...?

She's not coming for you.

No one is coming to save you.

Yeah.

Give me a better idea.

- I can't believe you're saying this. - I'm just asking questions.

You're saying, "I don't know."

You hit him and put him in a cage when we could've...

- Sued him. - The cage was your idea.

- No, no, no. We are not going to... - How...?

You are not making me kill anyone!

We are not doing that to our son.

I shouldn't.

Not exactly getting my run in down here.

Used to be my son Alan and I got out there every morning.

Before he went off to Dartmouth.

- He'd get a kick out of this. - He would?

Come on. His pops knocked down a peg?

You know...

sons and their fathers.

Yeah, I'm new to it.

You kidding? This idea that you have to mold them

into a good strong man...

How'd you?

Mm.

I came to realize it's a lot simpler than I was making it.

Here's what you do as a parent:

You keep them healthy and safe and be a good person.

That's it. Protect, be good, get out of the way.

To be honest, I'm jealous.

You have it all ahead of you.

Hey, um...

whatever happens here, I just hope I get to see them again.

...hoping we can buy another 30 acres of this wonderful property on the coast

that apparently gets this great fog Pinot thrives in.

Sweetie, hand me those fleece-y p.j.'s in case it's cold.

Butt Paste. He's been a bit red lately. So I'm gonna...

Worried? If you think this vineyard business

is going to jeopardize the bakery, it's the opposite.

- This is how empires are born. - Yeah, it's actually not that. I, um...

Does Dad still have that guy Cy?

Probably has that little snake digging into me right now.

Why, what's up?

I know it was something.

Oh, it's no big. I just...

I got a weird vibe from the guy I rent the bakery from.

I wanna make sure he's legit. I don't want to put in all of this work

just to have the property seized by the IRS.

I'll get you his number.

I did something you're not gonna be totally... psyched about.

Try me.

My mom...

gave me a number for a guy that my dad uses to look into people.

You involved your family?

I didn't tell them anything. Okay?

I contacted him directly. I didn't tell him why. He's discreet.

- You're mad at me anyway. - I'm not mad. I'm worried.

I'm worried.

- That we can't deal with this? - That you'll hate me

if we don't do it the right way.

The look on your face when you said you thought Henry would be hurt if...

I'm sorry. I...

I scared you.

No.

Joe...

it broke my heart.

I see how hard you're trying to be a good dad.

You're scared one little move is gonna magically fuck it all up.

No, I know it's not magic because I saw it growing up, how...

What kids are exposed to sticks. Fucks them up for life.

You've been through a lot. You're not fucked up for life.

I know.

But I don't wanna roll the dice with Henry.

I... You know I understand.

I think about it with Forty. If he'd grown up differently, maybe...

I get it.

I'm just...

trying to fix this.

Hey.

I love you.

Hey, Cy. No, of course I'm not busy. What is it?

Really?

Oh, that's rich.

I cheated to get my son into Dartmouth? Why?

Alan is a stellar student. Not the world's best test-taker...

Dartmouth received perfect test scores from your son.

No. He got in on his GPA, his essay and community service.

And his perfect SAT score. And there's also...

Yeah, all-American water polo until a career-ending injury.

- That isn't my son's transcript. - No? 'Cause there's also this.

That's 50 K you donated to a Bennett's Fund

to help underprivileged kids have a shot at college.

- You're good at this. - What's that got to do with anything?

There is no Bennett's Fund. Or there is, but for kids like Alan.

Disturbingly good.

That's 25,000 to a Frye family

whose all-star cheerleader Vicky graduated with Alan.

What? Did they agree to vouch they build houses in Haiti or some shit?

Wait, wait, wait.

- Wait a second. - What?

You had no idea, did you?

Why...?

Why would my wife...?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Alan.

Not again.

He promised he would be good.

This is worse than some college scandal.

Alan did something to this Vicky.

It was a payoff.

His beloved Alan is a very bad young man who hurts girls.

It was Alan in Ohio, right?

The girl who was attacked...

sexually assaulted.

The reason you left.

And he did it again.

I believed that it was just a onetime mistake.

I made my mistakes at that age, so I...

I did nothing.

Now another girl got hurt.

I made poor Margaret feel like she had to do all this.

Gil said fatherhood was just about protecting them

and getting out of the way,

but that's clearly not enough to keep his son from going wrong.

Which is terrifying but also exactly what we needed

to get Gil to play ball.

Our next move is to propose his imminent relocation from Madre Linda.

Too bad for Ellie, my boss busted me, so this book's back to the library.

I'll try again.

Now, as for Gil, I wonder if he's marinated long enough.

What? No. No, no, no.

Oh, my God!

Get it off. Get it off him.

- Get it off him! - I'm trying!

I'm trying. I'm trying.

Joe, we can't just sit here all night.

I... I need you to talk to me.

We need to do something about this. We need to come up with some plan.

Joe, I really need you to listen to me.

Joe.

Joseph Quinn-Goldberg!

Hey.

This is not our fault.

He did this.

It was his decision.

We did everything to keep our promise.

Why the fuck did he have to...

kill himself? Oh, my God.

He's already ruined his family.

Fuck.

The search is starting soon.

Okay, okay.

I will make an appearance for us.

And then I will be back as soon as I can. Okay?

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

Joe.

I have a plan.

In case you find something.

Hi, can you guys hear me okay? Hi.

Okay. Fine.

Thank you all for showing up.

If I may say on behalf of Natalie's beautiful family,

we are so grateful

to each and every one of you.

Natalie is a fixture of Madre Linda.

We need her,

and now she needs us.

So good luck out there and...

Sorry.

Hashtag, "Natalie, come home."

The story you came up with, Love, is fit for a steamy psychodrama.

Gil Brigham, Madre Linda's answer to Ned Flanders,

had a secret.

But it was when you used the phrase "two birds, one stone"

that I saw your true brilliance.

Two bodies, one story, if we get this part right.

And we will. I will.

I have to.

It's on me to protect you and Henry.

There's no one else who will.

Here are your flags. Drop them as you go.

Hi, Matthew.

Hello.

- How are you holding up? - Hmm.

I never really know how to answer that question

when I'm out searching for my wife.

It's your... I'm sorry. I was just... I just wanted to know...

I'm sorry this is happening.

I really am.

Well, I guess I have you to thank.

For getting Theodore to come. He told me you talked to him.

- He called you a kind person. - I barely said anything. I just...

He seems like a good kid.

Excuse me.

Yo, why is everyone so scared of Sherry Conrad?

She is fucking pathetic, right?

I hear that her husband,

he has to take pharmaceutical molly just so he can get it up for her.

Yeah.

Oh, and please tell me you saw that speech, right?

I have to pee. Be right back.

Okay.

Awful, you know?

But if I was married to a robot like Matthew Engler,

probably disappear too.

- Did you forget your bullhorn, Sherry? - Theo!

If you have a theory, make sure everyone hears it.

Everyone knows what you're doing.

You're trying to cash in on someone else's tragedy,

- so you can sell your vegan panties... - Hey! Theo!

And get all these likes on Instagram.

Count to ten, okay? Relax.

Hey, Sherry, are you okay?

He's having a very hard day. He doesn't mean it.

Right, Theo?

You've done so much.

How about we just get back to it?

- Thank you. - Of course.

Let's go.

- So that happened. - "A hard day"?

Fucking seriously?

Does it hurt, Joe?

No idea why they did this to you?

It doesn't matter.

Counselors say I'm a lost cause. I heard them.

Hey, no, no.

No kid is a lost cause.

Especially not you.

You know, if I were to adopt, I would want an older kid.

You know why? Because... you know who they are.

The whole messy truth.

And that's beautiful and worthwhile.

And exactly what I would want in my life.

No matter what happened in the past,

someone out there will want you too. You're a good kid.

Excuse me, sir.

You calling Uber?

It's gonna rain. Get in.

Is that your best friend Sherry?

You know, it is really hard to stay mad

at the one person that I can actually stand talking to.

Hmm. Stepdad still a brick wall?

He's got a lot going on.

But he's not a murderer.

Hey, how did you deal with it?

Like...

all the attention and the rubbernecking?

- You mean, about my brother? - Yeah.

- I read the Vanity Fair article, so... - Mm-hm.

He insisted that I cut his hair because I was the only one that did it right.

And he loved the Ninja Turtle movie.

Uh, he always wanted to fast-forward where the red one got hurt

because it made him too sad.

The shit that doesn't sell magazines.

The part where he was a whole fucking human being.

The big,

beautiful, sensitive fucking heart.

He was the only person who ever really knew me.

You know...

publicity...

it has a way of flattening.

Flattening you and the people you love into types.

And it's really hard because nobody will ever let you forget what happened.

Yeah.

Rain snuck up on us.

If it clears up soon, we'll send people back out.

You can be honest. Today accomplished absolutely nothing.

Besides something exciting for the social media feeds

of people that barely knew my wife.

The search was always a long shot,

and you had no belief whatsoever we'd find anything. None.

I've seen everything up to this point, okay?

And, yes, usually, you're right.

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I mean, if we did find something...

It would probably be something that indicated she's not alive anymore.

I know this is hard.

And I'd just say to you, let us keep working.

Dearest Megy,

my heart aches as I write this.

You stood by me in spite of my flaws

and Lord knows you don't deserve what I've done to you.

I strayed. No excuse.

Idiot me thought Natalie could provide something I was missing.

When it became clear she'd never belong exclusively to me,

I lost control.

I do not know what came over me.

Next thing I knew, I was standing there, with an ax, her body on the ground.

And when I put her in the ocean,

I felt like I was possessed by someone else.

But I am guilty all the same, and I can't live with what I've done.

I'm sorry I hurt you. And I'm sorry you found me like this.

I failed all of you. But especially Alan.

Didn't want to see in him what I saw in myself.

Maybe you can mold him into a better man.

Tell him and the girls I love them.

And know that I love you, Megy.

More than you'll ever know.

Forgive me,

Your Gily.

Yeah, well, someone wrote a think piece about my parents' divorce.

Yeah.

It was about the first wives of tech superstars

and how Silicon Valley discards women.

Thought that was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Yeah, look at you now. Got a family tragedy all your own.

I'm not trying to sound flip. It's just...

- Welcome to the club. - Mm. Do I get a gift bag?

Or does terrible family tragedy make people more fuckable?

'Cause... Could really use a silver lining.

Um...

In my experience, yes, but...

you end up resenting the people who think that fucking you

was somehow gonna make them more interesting.

Like it's gonna rub off on them or something.

Don't let people like that define you.

Find the people that get you.

Lean on them.

Forty... My brother, he never really...

got that.

So how do you know who those people are?

You just do.

Um...

- Don't do that. - Yep.

Oh, shit. I got a text from my dad.

Whoa. They think they found something.

They think they might have just found a murder weapon.

Morning, everybody.

I'm Detective Falco with the Madre Linda Police Department.

There's been a development in the Natalie Engler investigation.

New evidence points to a suspect in her disappearance

- and potentially her murder. - We are hardly criminal masterminds.

Gily?

I got your text, honey.

I don't know why you insisted on the kids staying with my mother.

But sometimes all it takes is a good story.

Make it solid, sexy, relatable.

Give them just enough evidence.

It has come to our attention that Mrs. Engler

was involved in an extramarital relationship

with Madre Linda resident Gil Brigham,

a professor at Stanford University.

In a letter, Mr. Brigham confessed he murdered Mrs. Engler and disposed...

And the town of Madre Linda settles into begrudging acceptance

that the sordid tale of suburban ennui, sex and murder

has come to an end

'cause, well, what bored suburbanite isn't gonna buy that?

We did it, Love.

Let's be honest, rebuilding the cage was crazy.

Could've really backfired. And yet it worked.

We slowed down.

Reflected.

Responded.

Proved we're a team. For Henry.

You look terrible, Herr Gynt.

Oh.

- Sorry, a lot of long nights. - Yeah, it's fine.

Dante was an absolute liability when their younger was small.

Just forgot the Dewey Decimal System,

despite it literally being printed on every aisle, in Braille.

She's being nice to me.

Weird to think disclosing one's shit childhood could do that.

Hers must not have been exactly roses either.

You have a kid, right?

- Mm-hm. - How do you balance it?

She's with her dad these days.

And she throws that away. Curious.

Guess I don't need to ask if you've heard

about the whole awful Gil Brigham thing.

Yeah. Yeah, it's terrible.

Truly.

Does mean we need a new reader.

- You still interested? - Sure.

- Of course. - Great.

Oh, and I have a new rec for you.

David Copperfield.

You know, hardscrabble orphan down on his luck.

Figured you could relate.

She's teasing me, isn't she?

- Ha. - Anyway, if you wanted to apply

your wizard-level book repair skills, have at it.

It's almost like you're flirting with me?

No. No, you wouldn't. Well, not consciously.

This necklace thing, nervous habit?

Why would you be nervous unless...? It couldn't be about me. Could it?

You okay there, Joe?

Oh, shit. What was I just doing?

- I'm totally fine. - Great.

I cannot be thinking about you like this. No.

No, no, no. This is bad.