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[suspenseful music playing]

- Okay. What was her name again?

- Miranda Croft. I googled it.

But that name has 23 million hits alone.

I have Google alerts set up

for Alexander Sokolov, Unisphere...

That's not gonna be a huge red flag

if anyone ever checks

your search history?

Okay, look, all we need is

for this receptionist at Unisphere...

- Sabrina.

- ...to tell the FBI what she told you.

Okay, what can I do?

Please, just let me be

the lawyer now, okay?

[Annie] I will talk to Sabrina,

and then we will go to the FBI together

with this Miranda information.

[Miranda] Move out of the way.

By the time you get back from Rome,

things might look very different, okay?

All right, thank you. I love you.

[people shouting indistinctly]

[theme music playing]

[airplane swooshes]

[soft music playing]

[Shane] So I begged the pilot

to climb to 40,000,

because that's what she's doing.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasps]

Oh, that was a fun reaction.

So, are you planning on doing

the initial descent announcement

sometime before we land?

Okay, you know what? This...

I'm the one who's annoyed at you.

Let's not forget that, Megan.

Oh, right, you mean,

when I called you out of concern,

and you lamented

about your theoretical life

spiraling into some crazy shit,

and then you hung up on me?

Yeah, I forgot all about that.

[clears throat]

[speaking Italian]

[upbeat music playing]

[cellphone chimes]

Why'd you turn the lights off?

I just got an alert

about your memorial service.

[gasps] Oh.

It's at your family's house

in Westchester.

It just feels so sad.

Well, people gotta grieve.

You can turn the lamp off again

if that helps. I don't mind.

- [Shane] Cassie!

- Yeah.

What time are we going to La Discoteca?

'Cause we are definitely going

to La Discoteca.

Oh, yes.

Guys, I'm not gonna go out tonight.

I'm a little bit tired. I just...

Wait, what are you talking about?

This is Rome. We are in Rome!

This new trend of you

not going out is poor.

You are trending poorly, my friend.

I don't blame you.

I'm just gonna drop something off

with a friend

and then grab some dinner.

- Sorry, do you have a friend in Rome?

- That's none of your business.

So, Cassie,

since you're not going with Shane

to that noisy, sweaty La Discoteca...

Oh, my God, it's amazing

how lame it sounds when she says it.

All right, guys, seriously, have fun.

I just really wanna be alone tonight.

Okay?

[melancholy music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Cassie.

[chuckles]

- The usual, yes?

- Yes.

Of course.

I didn't think you'd be in Rome

this month.

I usually get at least a text.

I know, I was...

I should have, but I've been really busy

and very distracted, and...

But I'm here now.

I was thinking maybe you could

walk me back to my hotel,

like the "friend" part

of "friends with benefits."

Adults can be friends

and sleep together

without the cute name.

Cassie. Cassie.

You said that you were

staying in tonight,

you big, fat liar.

- Hi.

- Who's your friend?

- [Megan] Best friend.

Megan Briscoe,

and this is my second glass of wine.

Actually, it's my third.

That is quite a large glass.

- Pleasure to meet you, Megan.

- Yes, thank you.

Oh, okay. This... I'm interrupting.

No, it's fine.

Okay. It's kind of good 'cause

I wanted to talk to you anyway.

Cassie...

Cassie, I know you would be surprised

to hear this, but...

I don't have a lot of friends.

I'm surprised to hear you say that.

[Megan] Yeah, so...

I don't want you to be mad at me

over this FBI thing, you know.

Yeah, you know, that...

that wasn't great.

And I'm so sorry.

It won't happen again. I promise you.

And the calls... I know I call a lot.

It's okay.

[Megan] No, it's not.

I want you to know

that I'm here for you, you know.

You're so glamorous.

And I'm just...

[sighs]

Just want more than Oyster Bay.

[chuckles]

Okay, first of all, I'm not glamourous.

- Okay?

- [Megan] Yeah.

Anyway, I'm sorry. It's just...

I've been keeping so many secrets,

it's good to talk to somebody

about other things.

What do you mean, secrets?

You are so bellissima.

Sabrina Oznowich?

Hi, I'm Annie Mouradian.

I'm a lawyer with Davis & Carlisle.

Good for you.

Sorry, I really need to get home.

No, yeah. No, of course.

Look, I just have a quick question

about a conversation

that you had with Alessandra Ricci

over drinks.

I don't know her.

She looks fun, though,

in a sorority kind of way.

That's an oddly keen observation.

Look, when you guys had drinks,

did you discuss a woman

named Miranda Croft?

But I just said a couple of seconds ago

that we didn't get drinks.

Right, yeah, you said that.

Uh...

Look, Sabrina, you seem sweet.

It's a very bad idea to lie to me.

Wait. I mean... I mean I do know her.

And she had an emotional meltdown

and broke an extremely important

piece of art in the office.

But I never had drinks with her,

and I don't know this... Miranda.

Is there anything else?

Cool. Okay.

Cobblestones are very pretty

I don't know. [laughs]

Cobblestones

Thank you for walking us back.

Hey, it's the hotel.

Oh, this is so much better

than the opera, Cassie.

I think you're a little drunk-y.

I could be drunk.

You have no idea what I can be.

So, now,

lovely, behaved woman,

take your butt to bed.

Bye. Ciao.

Ciao.

[Cassie] Ciao.

Okay. [laughs]

Be careful.

[Megan] I got it. Buonanotte!

I guess Megan

kind of hijacked our night.

Yes.

Although I think it might be better.

Better for your best friend?

Okay, she's not my best friend.

Never mind.

You know... I thought I was

in a place where we would...

do what we normally do... but...

I don't know.

I guess I met someone.

[speaking foreign language]

You're fun,

kind and... beautiful woman.

It had to happen one day. [chuckles]

Cassie, I'm...

[speaking foreign language]

Ciao.

[soft music playing]

Any siblings?

- Yes. Older brother.

- Nice.

Lives in Denver with his family.

Denver.

You?

Only child.

Don't say you can tell.

Everyone always says they can tell.

I hate it.

No, no, no, no. I just think you act

the way you do because you're rich.

What?

I would never say that to your face.

That would be so rude.

I wish that I had siblings,

someone else for my mother

to focus her energy on.

Would've been great.

Yeah, she's controlling.

God, she hated my last girlfriend.

I'm sorry, is that a challenge,

or you just dropping a hint

that you're single?

[soft music playing]

What is it about you?

I was thinking the same thing about you.

Also, I'd own your mom.

[cellphone rings]

Annie, hi, I know you're working.

I am home.

Rome was so weird and frustrating.

Can you please call me back immediately?

I've gotta know what's going on

with the...

Miranda thing, okay?

Love you, bye.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hello?

[water running]

- Oh!

- Shit.

Who are you? What are you doing

in the shower? Where's Annie?

[Max] She's getting fresh bagels.

I'm Max.

- Okay.

- I'm Annie's boyfriend. Max.

I'm not usually this naked.

You're Cassie, right?

Yeah, but, no.

Annie doesn't have a boyfriend, so...

Right, because of her weird rule

about no labels in relationships?

No, she just doesn't have a boyfriend.

She does. She helped me out

with some legal issues,

and we got close.

Legal issues? What?

I'm good with technology,

and rich people are kind of... not.

Generally extortion.

You staying for breakfast?

'Cause she's only getting two bagels.

Okay, I am so confused by what is...

[Annie] Okay, they didn't have chive,

but I got scallion,

which is basically...

What happened?

I just met your naked boyfriend, Max.

Yeah, no, I don't have a boyfriend.

Okay, yeah, sure.

Label thing. What can I do?

Okay, listen,

I'm in major crisis mode right now,

but I do need to circle back

and ask about this mysterious boyfriend

I've never heard of.

- Yeah, that's Max.

- Yeah.

He's not my boyfriend,

and that, I feel like that kind of

wraps up that discussion.

Now, can you just tell me

what is going on

and why are you here?

Listen, when I got back

to my apartment today,

my door was open.

Cas, I told you not to leave

that fucking key above your doorway.

No, this is not related.

That's just my hide-a-key.

No one knows where that is.

It is zero percent a hidden key

when half of Lower Manhattan

knows where it is, so...

Okay. I am fucking serious.

This was scary.

Someone rummaged through my stuff.

Okay. Things were moved just a little,

but I could tell that it was...

Wait, so someone

broke into your apartment?

Yes.

Listen, could it be Miranda?

I know that sounds insane,

but could she have followed me here

from Bangkok?

And she's trying to send me

some terrifying message?

- Who's Miranda? Is that your stalker?

- Yeah, shutting it down back there.

- Thank you.

- Have you spoken to Sabrina?

I need to know, because her story

is gonna start getting me off the hook.

So Sabrina claims

that she's literally never heard

of anyone named Miranda.

What? Oh, my God.

No way. She's lying!

Look, you gotta call the FBI.

They need to question her about this.

She has to tell them the truth, right?

[phone rings]

- Van White.

- This is Annie Mouradian,

- Cassie Bowden's lawyer.

- Yeah.

We believe Sabrina Oznowich

from Unisphere Capital

has some information

about this Miranda woman

and her relationship to Alex Sokolov.

Oh, we spoke to Miss Oznowich.

Nothing of note.

Certainly nothing about

this supposed Miranda person.

But if I was Miss Bowden's lawyer,

I'd be scrambling

for alternative theories now too.

Can you hold on for just a sec?

[Van] Are you kidding me?

That's not really how...

- What are they saying?

- Nothing.

- Annie.

- Shut up.

[phone ringing]

- Kendrick.

- It's Annie.

Uh, what's the latest on the Sokolov

Bangkok murder case?

Annie, you can't just call me up.

Does your cousin's

tenuous drug-related legal charge

still require a lawyer, though, or...

Bangkok PD found a shattered bottle.

They think it's the murder weapon.

They're gonna reconstruct it,

see if they can pull prints.

We'll get back to you.

Hey. What?

Um...

So they think they found

the murder weapon.

Oh, my God. The bottle. Of course.

Of course, they found it.

Oh, my God. Shit. I've seen Dateline.

They zero in on one person,

that person is me. I'm going to jail.

- [Annie] You're not going to jail.

- Yes, I'm definitely going to jail.

You're not gonna go to jail.

Stop watching Dateline.

Look, I'm gonna report the break-in,

and we'll see where that gets us.

And... you're gonna stay here

for a little bit, okay? Just to be safe.

Okay, thank you.

Look, I'm gonna... I'm just...

I'm gonna look into Miranda

and Unisphere,

and I'm just gonna keep digging.

And... it's...

It's gonna be fine.

[suspenseful music playing]

Annie's trying, but no one's

gonna believe me. I am so fucked.

No, no, no, no. Stop this. Stop this.

You can still find Miranda, right?

It just got a bit more complicated.

Okay, but why is Sabrina acting

like this?

If you dated her,

then someone has to know...

Okay, check this out.

[Alex] I wish that I had siblings,

someone else for my mother

to focus her energy on.

Would've been great.

Yeah, she's controlling.

God, she hated my last girlfriend.

So my dating life was difficult.

Thanks for the reminder.

How's this helping?

Okay, if your last girlfriend

was Miranda,

that means your mom

can confirm she's real.

How are you gonna get to my mom?

- Hey.

- Hi.

Thank you for coming such last minute.

You look fantastic.

I think emotional support

looks good on me.

It does. Here.

Should we talk about the hat?

- What?

- It's a net.

Just trying to be respectful

or something.

How did your friend die?

I... He...

Oh, I'm not supposed to ask that.

- It's okay.

- I'm so sorry.

I've actually never been

to one of these.

So that's new territory for me.

It's okay. You're perfect.

Thank you for coming with me.

- Of course.

- That's all that matters.

- [cellphone ringing]

- Sorry, give me a second.

Buckley.

Hey.

Hey. How's it going?

Yeah, I don't remember

putting your number in my phone.

I did it.

I mean, you asked me to.

At the bar the other night.

Okay, yeah.

That sounds like me actually.

[Buckley] Cool.

Look, so I was just wondering

if you maybe wanted

to meet up at some point today

if you're free.

Um...

You know I'd love to,

but I have a training session at work,

water landings and stuff.

It's a whole ordeal.

Can we raincheck on that idea?

Yeah, totally.

Just don't drown or anything.

Ha-ha.

[chuckles] Bye.

I'd love to know more

about the water landings.

[chuckles] Look, he's super sweet.

I just don't want to get...

Whatever, don't judge me today.

I can't.

- Should we catch a train?

- Let's go.

Okay. Are there boys on the train?

Julian?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Hi.

A lot of these people came in after me.

Is my drink ready?

- What was the name?

- Megan.

Are you sure it's not Mel Ann?

Thank you.

- Always a pleasure to see you.

- Same here.

I'm sorry. This is so exciting.

Corporate espionage. I know.

Now, did you get the flash drives?

I did indeed. All untraceable.

Untraceable for Long Island, that is.

Wonderful.

So, you'll just download the files

we've requested

off your husband's computer

and pass the flash drive

along to Mr. Hak.

Oh.

Well, why can't I just hand them over

to you?

[speaking foreign language]

That's a beautiful idiom,

but it's not an answer.

Are you having reservations?

It is a shame the way that company

treats your husband.

They just don't appreciate him, do they?

Mr. Ro, I don't have any issues with...

borrowing files

from my husband's company.

I mean, it's just

a facial recognition thing, right?

I mean, it's not like it's a big secret.

I just don't think I could do it today.

No, don't do that to yourself,

Mrs. Briscoe.

You are more than capable.

Are you sure that no one

is going to find out?

Absolutely.

What's the worst that could happen?

If somehow things did get sticky,

my company in Seoul will step in

and help your husband,

your entire family.

Because you are very special to us.

Thank you.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I am going to text my husband

and ask him

to bring home his work computer

so I can bid on a jadeite piece

for my kitchen.

That will definitely work.

Fuck!

What did the bad computer do now?

Looking into Alex Sokolov

and Unisphere and...

I mean, the place is fucking...

It's squeaky clean.

It's like "save the dolphins" clean.

The scrubbed image is fucking suspect.

I mean, there's only

so much that I can find.

You know, legally speaking, so...

Oh. Yeah.

This sounds hard for you.

- That's really hard.

- [Annie] Yeah.

Maybe you need a massage.

I'm not flirting with you right now.

But if you were flirting,

we'd both be flirting.

I'm talking about hacking.

I'm talking about hacking. Okay?

Oh!

Uh... Which I obviously cannot,

um, condone,

um, or even, you know,

know anything about because...

[clears throat] Hypothetically,

if I were to, you know...

just accidentally drop

this piece of paper on the floor.

Then you'd be a litterbug.

It's not okay.

So if you,

obviously without my knowledge

or express permission,

hypothetically were to then,

you know, pick it up

and look into what was written on it,

how long would that take?

Probably 20 minutes.

Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure.

Cool, cool, cool.

- What?

- [Cassie] That's weird.

That guy was just on the train

with us, and now he's here.

We were just on the train

and now we're here, so how's that weird?

Also, he wants me, so there's that.

[Van] Are you fucking kidding me?

Who goes to the memorial service

for a guy they slept with one time,

in a foreign country?

Kim, when you hear galloping,

you think horses, not zebras.

Why would you think that's a thing

to say to me right now?

Because sometimes the right answer

is the obvious one...

that's walking into that house

right now in a stupid little hat.

We're doing the leg work.

This is under Thai jurisdiction,

and we're gonna need

more than your galloping

to extradite a US citizen.

Okay.

How about the housekeeper's statement

from Bangkok

that Bowden was still in the room

the next morning?

And another employee saw her

passed out on a bench

on another floor at the same time.

Is she magic?

Maybe.

I'm sorry, what was that?

When we find out she killed him...

I'm gonna do a little dance.

Oh, good for you. That sounds fun.

Honey...

did you bring me to 3C's funeral?

Um, actually, it's a memorial.

I think they do that

when there's no body.

That is not relevant.

Let me explain something.

How could you not tell me

that we were coming here?

Okay, I...

I thought you would say no,

and I needed someone to come with me.

You thought right!

Cassie, I will not be rubbing

shoulders with actual grieving...

- These people are grieving.

- I'm sorry.

I will not rub shoulders

with actual grieving people

like a sad tourist.

What I will do is leave you

standing here with him.

Think about your life choices.

I need a drink.

Do they have drinks at memorials?

Oh, my God.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

Excuse me, have you seen

Janet Sokolov anywhere? Is she...

No.

[Alex] Bet everyone here has a ton of

stories about me if you're curious.

Nope.

I am curious.

Alex, please.

Focus. I need to find your mom.

If I dated Miranda,

there should be dozens

of people here who know her.

So why would you bother my mom

at my memorial service?

There are 500 people here.

I'm supposed to walk up

to each one and say,

"Hey, do you know Miranda?"

Good point. It is a big house.

Am I crazy?

I mean, who invites somebody

to a memorial service as a plus one?

[chuckles] It's just...

Yeah, bitches, am I right?

What did you say?

Tell you something.

We don't call women bitches, okay?

That is a phrase used

for delinquent fuck boys

and sometimes male politicians.

She is my friend.

She's confused.

What's your name?

- Michael.

With an M or...

- Michael.

Yeah. It's nice to see you.

[Megan] Bill?

Bill, honey, are you there?

[suspenseful music playing]

Honey.

Stupid fucking dog.

Dearest friends,

family and colleagues,

your presence here

means the world to Janet and me.

The first time Alex

beat me in a game of chess,

he was so surprised, he...

he assumed we'd made a mistake.

[phone rings]

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I... Sorry. Sorry.

Very sorry. Fuck.

Uh, as I was saying, I...

I told him on that day...

that it was his turn to start...

to start teaching me.

[phone rings]

I... Excuse me. I know, I apologize.

I'm so sorry.

Why are you calling me over and over?

You need to come over right now.

I can't. I'm at a spin class.

What the fuck are you doing

in Westchester?

Oh, my God.

Okay, I'm at Alex Sokolov's memorial.

Jesus. Okay.

Cas, the Sokolovs own Unisphere.

Like the whole fucking thing, okay?

Max did some digging,

and he had to dig very deep.

Okay, well, did he find anything

about Miranda?

No, look...

I need you to listen to me, okay?

The Sokolovs are laundering money

for some very scary people.

I shouldn't say this,

but some of these people are my clients,

and when they need to,

they get very very very violent.

Do you understand me?

I need you to leave that house

right now.

Okay. I hear you. I hear you.

You're worried about scary people,

but if I don't find Miranda,

I will never sleep in my place again

if I'm not arrested.

Cas, please,

just get out of that fucking house.

Okay, whatever. I'm sorry.

- I love you. I have to go.

- [Annie] Cas...

Motherfucker.

She fucking dies, I'm gonna kill her.

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone buzzes]

[phone buzzes]

Hey, it's Cassie.

I'll probably call you back.

Hey, Cassie. It's me, Megan Briscoe.

I don't know why I said that.

Of course, you know who it is.

Listen, um...

Are we still bid buddies?

Because I really need to get on

that Tokyo-Seoul route next month.

So if you don't wanna go to Asia,

let me know.

I can always ask Jada.

Call me back. Bye.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Alex] Is this your father's wake?

What? What are you doing here?

You can't be here.

It is, isn't it?

Look at you. You're so young.

What? That's not how this works. You...

- Get out of my childhood memories.

- Whoa! Whoa!

I don't think of those things

so you can't think of those things!

Cassie, I didn't ask to be there.

It wasn't volitional.

So what were you doing there?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

How about that?

[gasping]

Jesus Christ.

What are you looking for?

A beer? But aren't you, like, 10?

Oh, my God, lay off.

It's a light beer, okay?

It's practically flavored

sparkling water by adult standards.

- Your brother has the right idea.

- Yeah, well, you've never met him.

[heavy breathing]

Excuse me.

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasps]

[shrieks]

I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.

Fuck off, Alex.

My dad used to only give me beer.

That was my first sip of hard alcohol.

I... My God, I'm so...

I didn't mean to intrude.

Then, don't.

We can stand here quietly.

At least, I know I can.

You know, I only met Alex briefly but...

I've never known anyone like him.

He was generous.

More generous than I ever am.

Who knows where he got that?

I used to think he was born

into the wrong family

or some nurse switched him at birth.

You know that can happen.

I used to think that of me

and my brother growing up.

We should not have been

in the same family.

But... I guess you can't choose

those things.

Janet, you have a call... upstairs.

I'm so sorry to do this right now,

but I have to ask you a question.

- It's about Alex's last girlfriend.

- What about Fiona?

Sorry, Fiona?

I don't...

No, no, I'm talking about Miranda.

Miranda Croft?

What an absurd...

My son never dated Miranda Croft.

Where did you get that...

Never mention that name to me again.

So you were never even together?

Or my mom's lying.

Did you see her face?

She's telling the truth.

If you never even dated Miranda, then...

what the fuck is going on?

[dramatic music playing]

[man] There's another issue...

[Janet] I can't speak

to those particular concerns,

but I was just accosted

by a strange woman

asking questions about Miranda.

Whatever else is going on,

I will not let Victor, Miranda,

or anyone else at Lionfish

use my dead son as a scapegoat.

Where are the Lionfish files

that Alex left here?

I shredded the documents

in your office this morning.

All right, let's go back down.

Hey, it's Cassie.

I'll probably call you back.

Straight to voicemail. Fuck.

You're acting like she's about

to be killed or something.

That's not helping. That's...

Look, I told her to call me in an hour,

and it has been way longer than an hour.

And, you know, if she says

the wrong thing

to the wrong person there,

then that... Fuck.

Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna, um...

Yeah, I can just call

one of our clients,

and I can ask them to just

put in a call to the Sokolovs,

just in case like, "Cassie Bowden,

harmless flight attendant,

"fixated on Alex, isn't that cute?"

And my boss is just gonna be furious,

but I can help, so...

She might be totally fine.

You really wanna go out on a limb

for her?

I mean, she's my best friend,

Max, so yes.

Best friend. Cassie.

We basically live together,

and I just met Cassie,

so she can't really be your best friend.

I'm sorry, you live here?

All my stuff's here, so...

Okay, so the totality of the things

that you own

are a toothbrush, two t-shirts

and a computer?

You know, I'm ready to unpack

your commitment issues

whenever you feel like it's that time.

Look, if you wanna talk about Cassie,

we can talk about Cassie.

It's like, people have different

types of friendships.

I don't care how it looks.

I'm making the call.

Give it to us.

- Bowden's behavior has been erratic.

- Erratic, how?

She's been drinking heavily,

she's made herself

a recurring public spectacle,

and she destroyed

a tower of cucumber sandwiches.

Oh, I did see her go upstairs

with Janet Sokolov.

Maybe she did know Alex before.

Can someone kindly explain to me

why a federal battalion is camped

outside my house taking photographs?

We didn't mean any disrespect.

We're just trying to do our job.

And I'm trying to find out

why your pre-owned sedan

is leaking oil on my immaculate drive.

Oh, do you think I should wait and ask

at your son's memorial service?

That's how we communicate, right?

Now, I'll invite you all to leave.

Do you know a Cassandra Bowden?

If I were a paper shredder...

first thing I'd do...

is I'd probably stop talking to myself.

[suspenseful music playing]

Alex.

Whoa.

Most people get pictures.

- I have paintings.

- [Cassie] Yeah.

A lot of them.

Okay, focus, come on, paper shredder.

Fuck.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, my God, fuck.

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Sokolov, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I got a little bit turned around

when I walked...

[Edward] You're a friend of Alex's?

I'm actually not...

I'm not really a friend, just a...

I actually only knew him for a day.

Twelve hours, really.

Actually, just one evening.

But that evening was spent having...

Making love twice.

There's the infinity pool,

so actually three times.

[Edward]

I'm sure you can see yourself out.

Yep.

Here we are again.

Would you care to explain

why you're in my house?

Don't mind her, dear.

She's just one of Alex's

good-time girls.

[Janet] Don't be stupid, Edward.

This girl was enquiring about Miranda.

Now she's upstairs snooping around.

Okay, I actually have legitimate reasons

for both of those things.

Yes, you're one

of Victor's incompetent field mice.

Victor? Who? I...

Oh, cut the theatrics.

No, I'm a flight attendant.

Really, I'm...

Yeah, in the... I have a badge.

I could show you.

It's got a little plastic thing,

but it...

Sorry, let me just grab it out of my...

You really don't know

what you've walked into, do you?

Wait.

So your family's terrifying.

Maybe they're better

when their son didn't just die.

Okay, they're not hanging out

in libraries with guns

because their son just died.

Sorry, Alex.

Those are your parents.

You worked at Unisphere.

Are you associated with these people?

It seems as if you're free to leave.

Unless you'd prefer to stay.

[clears throat] I don't...

I don't even know how this happened.

I am so sorry for your loss, really.

Come on, let's go.

- Just... Quiet.

- Ow!

Pull my arm out of its socket.

What is wrong with you?

Where are we going?

I didn't even wanna come here

in the first place.

Please, I saw you liaisoning

with the cater-waiter.

- I think you're okay.

- Liaisoning...

That's a word, liaisoning?

That's a lot of judgment

coming from a person

who just crashed a memorial service.

What are you doing? What is this?

This is a bag of trash.

- Yes.

- You're a trash lady?

- You're hoarding.

- Shut up. Quiet.

What are you doing? Yes, I liaised

with a man named Michael,

a beautiful cater-waiter

who's taking me to tacos

in Bushwick on Saturday.

I don't know where Bushwick is,

but it's gonna be fucking magical.

- I'll tell you that!

- Magical taco Bushwick connection! Wow!

Maybe that's what happened

with you and 3C

in your magical night in Bangkok

that you keep saying didn't happen.

Is there some other reason

that we're here,

fully fucking interloping

on his actual grieving family?

- Shane.

- You wanted to go, I'm going.

- Shane.

- Get into it.

[Cassie] I am sorry.

Okay, you're right.

You're absolutely fucking right.

I shouldn't have come here.

I shouldn't have brought you here.

I thought it was the right thing

to do, okay?

I thought it was important. I did.

I thought it was important, okay?

I wanted to clear my...

I wanted to clear my head

of this horrible horrible tragedy,

but I didn't do that.

I just made a fucking fool of myself

in there 'cause I'm a mess.

I'm a fucking mess. I'm sorry.

Look, it doesn't matter.

No one in there even knows

who you are, so let's just go.

It's fine.

It's not the end of the world.

Listen, you cannot tell anyone

that I came here, okay?

It's fucking crazy. I know that now.

I'm sorry.

I can keep a secret, Cassie.

Let's go. Come on.

- Okay.

- What?

She's alive. Okay.

- Okay.

- Great.

- I'm gonna just murder her myself

when I get... the chance.

It's just, she stops answering my calls

and my text messages, and she scares

the fucking shit out of me.

Okay. So was that...

the favor you called in even necessary?

Yeah. I mean,

she got out in one piece, so...

- Fuck, I don't know. Maybe, but...

- It's great.

It's great. You pulled some strings,

and you bailed out a friend.

Good job, and your reward is some ramen.

- Great.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Max, that call that I made...

My boss is literally gonna have

my head on a stick.

I would be more worried

about my payment.

- Your payment?

- My payment.

For what?

I believe I...

I believe I sent you an invoice

for investigative services rendered.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

And I would like to be paid.

Okay. How would you like

to take your payment?

Well, I worked for like 20 minutes.

I'm trying to think what you could do

for like 20 minutes.

What I could do for 20... That's...

Twenty whole minutes.

Twenty whole minutes. I don't know.

What could it be?

We're gonna figure it out.

Let's brainstorm over ramen.

[suspenseful music playing]

Sir, where is the bar cart

on this train?

Sorry, it's not that kind of train.

"It's not that kind of train."

Hi.

- I'm Miranda.

- Miranda.

Fuck.

[closing theme music playing]