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Who is she? What did you tell me?

A business associate

might stop by later tonight

to chat about our meeting tomorrow.

Her name is Miranda, just in case.

Just in case what?

If the lady shows up,

it's not a weird threesome plot

or anything.

Okay, if my business associate

shows up, it is.

Miranda.

- Miranda.

Miss Bowden, you with us?

I'm sorry.

These flights make me really tired.

I think I should get some sleep.

Of course. You go get some rest.

We're waiting on some information

from the Bangkok police anyway.

Surveillance videos from the hotel,

that sort of thing.

If you show up on those videos,

we'll need to speak with you again,

'cause that would be strange, right?

Okay, so, when you guys

were in the room,

- what did they say? Did they talk--

- No, no, no.

We're not supposed to talk about it.

That's what they requested.

Clearly, we have to talk about it.

The FBI is frightening, okay?

And they are very serious.

Just can't stop thinking

about how awful it is that that guy

in 3C died.

Cassie, weigh in.

Come on, guys, it is shocking,

but people get murdered every day. So...

Sorry. I don't... That's awful.

I don't know why I said that.

I'm really tired. I'm overly tired.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Okay, you two are a very special

episode right now,

so I'm gonna go

to the little boy's room.

Cassie, whatever you have going on,

shake it off.

- See you tomorrow night for oysters?

- I love oysters.

It's a good thing you live

in Oyster Bay. See you two later.

Hey, hey. Wait. Just so you know,

I didn't tell the FBI anything

about the thing that we talked about.

That you went out with 3C.

Okay, I never told you

I went out with 3C,

- so I'm glad you didn't.

- Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.

- You didn't?

Anyway, don't be mad,

but I might have implied

just a tiny bit

that you were flirting some

and that I might have seen him

slip you his business card,

but that's it.

Are you kidding me?

Your gossip isn't gonna match up

with the story I told them.

Story? What story?

- Whatever! The truth!

- That you were flirting. So what?

That's not going to get you

into any trouble.

I'm flying to Rome in two days, okay?

Can we just agree

to leave this terrible crazy thing

in Bangkok behind?

Can we do that, please?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

New route, new me.

New route, new me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Who are you? Who the fuck are you?

Oh, my... Fuck!

One, don't pick up the phone

Yeah, right now! You can do this!

Push it to the limit! Let's go!

Winners never quit!

Twenty seconds!

How's spinning in place gonna help?

Oh, my God. Damn it,

whatever Megan said to the FBI

is way more than she admitted to me,

and she likes to talk.

Plus, I basically lied to them, so...

I like Megan.

Why is our night together

such a blur?

- Alcohol?

- Got to remember something useful

about Miranda,

so I can actually find her.

Alex, she was with us that night.

She's got to get me some answers

before the FBI slaps me in handcuffs.

Sidebar, what are you wearing?

This is for a spin class. What?

If you're gonna be here,

could you try being more helpful?

Wait, am I gonna be here?

What am I even doing here?

Why this place? What...

These questions feel important.

No, just we're finding Miranda

and getting some answers,

that's what feels important

right now.

God, why didn't you tell me

more about her?

Like what? Bizarre hobbies?

Her ring size? A post office box?

What do you mean? I didn't know

you had to track her down

after my brutal murder.

Okay, that's fair.

Look, at least acknowledge

that having dead me

in your head is strange.

Why am I here?

Look, I woke up

next to your dead body

and totally freaked out. Okay?

That's your answer. Can we get back

to the mystery woman, please?

Fine, what did I actually tell you

about her?

Nothing, really. Just that you guys

were business associates.

And you still have

my business card in your wallet?

Wait. Yes. I could go to your office.

- Yeah.

- She worked with you.

They'll know her there.

Maybe she could help me

- fill in some of these blanks.

- Yes.

The rest of your life

starts today.

It's a rabbit.

The artist is a client.

The piece is called

Heroism in the Face

of the Modern World

and All of Its Very Many Hardships.

Wow, that's a lot.

Don't tell anyone, but I think

that is such a pompous name for that.

Yeah, I agree.

Miss Ricci.

You here to see Alex Sokolov?

Yes.

You can call me Alessandra.

What a lovely name.

- Thanks.

And you are a client of Alex's?

Yes, I met...

I was recommended to him by a friend.

That same friend knows Miranda.

Does she work here,

by any chance, or...

Sorry, do you know Miranda?

Sabrina.

- No... Yeah, no.

Miss Ricci.

I'm Jean Miller with human resources.

Could we speak

in the conference room?

Yeah.

He's dead? That's so awful.

Poor Alex.

We bonded over Russian literature.

That surprises me.

He always struck me

as more of an outdoor sports

or sailing type of man.

He can't read on a boat?

He can't do anything anymore,

so I suppose it's a moot point.

Now, you mentioned a Miranda.

Yeah. Alex had talked about

a business associate in Bangkok.

We had some mutual friends.

I thought maybe

she worked for Unisphere.

I don't know of anyone.

Do you have a last name?

Do you need her for some reason?

No. He just talked about her

in passing.

I really don't wanna overstep.

May I ask, Alessandra, what exactly

is your investment with Unisphere?

This woman is on to you, right?

Her face barely moves.

Who could tell?

But it doesn't feel right,

and your hands are shaking.

This is obviously part

of a much bigger nervous breakdown.

Please help me.

Okay. I have to ask you

a really embarrassing question.

What is a hedge fund?

Yeah, that's the thing.

Nobody really knows.

Really?

Yeah, that's how I get away

with things.

That makes me feel so much better.

No, seriously, people just invest

with me, and I invest their money.

So you just take people's money

and move it around.

Most of my clients are invested

in one of our funds.

Stalwarts account.

I'm invested

in the Stalwarts account.

Can you wait here for just a moment?

I'll get a manager.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Miss Ricci, these men would like

to have a quick word!

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I have a another appointment.

Miss Ricci!

Miss Ricci,

did you get everything you needed?

Yeah, no, I'm totally fine.

Thank you so... Oh, shit!

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

You can bill me. Okay. I'm sorry.

Would you please...

No.

Fuck.

Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

- Hello.

- Miss Bowden.

Special Agent White with the FBI.

Could you come in for another chat?

Coffee's on us.

No. Yes, yeah, of course.

Is everything okay?

How's 10:00 a.m. tomorrow?

If you've retained counsel,

feel free to bring them.

Was I supposed to retain counsel?

Perfect answer.

Looking forward to it.

Getting an early start today.

I'm all for it.

- What can I get for you?

- Don't tempt me.

Actually, could I...

Can I ask you a favor?

So, I was in here two nights ago

with my coworker, Cassie,

and she just got fired,

and I was like...

I thought we'd just get her drunk,

commiserate and all that,

and you know what she ended up doing?

She insisted on buying.

Right? She just lost her job.

What is she thinking?

So, do you think there's any way

that you could refund her

and let me pay?

I just want to do something nice

for her.

We're not supposed to do that

after the fact.

You know what?

Maybe you could bend the rules

just this once.

Okay.

No Cassie.

But we do have a Cassandra Bowden.

There she is. That's her. Yep.

Thank you. You are my hero.

So... that is everything.

No, no... Yeah, no. I got it.

I got, yeah. I got it all.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I mean, physically, I'm good,

but mentally, I...

I keep seeing his body up here.

I get it.

- So, it's really...

No, of course. I'm sorry. I just...

I asked if you're okay, and you just

experienced severe trauma,

so, of course, you're not okay.

No, I'm mostly...

Right now... I'm pretty good.

- Okay. Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Then, Cas, I have to ask you this.

Why the fuck

did you clean everything up?

I... I don't know.

I was talking to you on the phone,

and Amanda Knox

just came into my head.

I'm sorry, that fucked-up phone call

was from the crime scene.

I know. Oh, God.

I keep having...

Okay. Jesus.

- Oh, my God.

Cassie, it's okay.

- Oh, my God.

- Okay, Cas, you're okay.

- Oh, my God.

Take a deep breath.

And then... You're okay.

- No, I'm gonna have a panic...

- You're not having a panic attack.

- I'm having a panic.

- Jessica!

Who are you? Who is that?

You're calling your assistant?

That's Jennifer.

- How would you know that?

- Yep.

Jessica, grab Cassie a Topo Chico

from the back of the fridge.

It's Jennifer. Wait, Topo Chico?

You have those on hand for me?

I love you.

They're for me,

'cause why would they be for you?

'Cause you've never been here.

Are you okay now?

Should I cancel your drink order?

I'm okay.

Okay, so you mentioned

that there was another woman.

Miranda.

And she could help us if we...

Alex had mentioned

she was a business associate, so...

But it was weird, because when

I went to his office this morning,

everyone had this very...

You went to his... Cas... Oh, my God.

Cassie, that looks so bad.

Why the fuck would you go there?

No, don't tell me.

Don't tell me why you'd go there.

I can think of 700 well-intentioned

but unwise reasons

why you would have done that.

Okay, the fucking FBI asked

if I had a lawyer,

- and I didn't know what to do.

- I'm your lawyer, obviously!

I was hoping you would say that.

Thank you.

I know you never do pro-bono.

So what can I... How can I--

Cassie, I'm your best friend.

I'm not gonna take your money.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm gonna see what I can

find out about this Miranda person,

and I'm gonna look

into Thai extradition laws.

- Annie.

It's gonna be fine.

And this meeting tomorrow

with the FBI,

we're going to go there together,

and we're going to see

what they have on you.

I was supposed to start

this Rome route,

but I'm definitely not going.

You are definitely going.

You have to keep working.

The last thing you need right now

is to get fired. It's gonna be fine.

You just need to get some rest. Okay?

I'm gonna get some rest.

You're gonna meet me

tomorrow morning.

- I'm gonna meet you tomorrow morning.

- And you're not gonna be late.

And I'm not gonna be late.

So, actually not late.

And I'm not gonna be fucking late.

Get some rest. For real.

Seriously! Fuck.

Cassie.

Megan, hi. Listen,

that is not me in the photo, okay?

Didn't we agree to leave

this whole thing in Bangkok?

That was you

I was speaking to, right?

Of course, it was me.

What is that noise?

I'm at a bar right now.

I'm getting drinks.

I know I probably shouldn't be,

but I'm not open to your feedback

at the moment.

The FBI reached out to me again.

I missed their call, and I haven't

called them back yet, but--

So, they reached out to you, too.

That's good.

No, they wanted

more information about you.

- What?

- They probably want information

on all of us, right? I mean...

Did they say anything about me?

No, wait, hold on, they specifically

said they have questions about me?

Wait, hold on.

I think Bill just came home.

- Hey, hon, hi.

- Hey.

I'm just on the phone here

with Cassie. I'll be a minute.

Cassie's the one that slept

with that dead Russian guy, right?

- No, I didn't.

- Christ, Bill, please,

just go upstairs.

I'll be up in a minute.

- Megan.

- Cassie, that was Bill being Bill.

- You know him.

- Why would you say that?

Is that what you said to the FBI too?

No. Come on, Cassie.

That photo on the Internet...

Seriously, it looks just like you.

Can we just--

You know what? Honestly,

if that was me in the photo,

you know what?

Then I guess my life would be

free-falling down an insane pit

of traumatic shit.

So I guess I go out to a very,

very loud place to drown out

all the crazy stuff

that's going on in my head,

and you could bet

that it would feel fucking crazy.

But... it's not me in the picture.

Cassie. I just...

If there's anything

that I can do to help...

Megan, please stop helping, okay?

- Thank you.

I'm--

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Cassie, you're here.

I am. Sorry, I needed that.

That was mine, but it's okay.

I thought you were too tired

for oyster night.

Shane said you were

too tired for oyster night.

- Yeah. What happened to your hand?

- Nothing. It's no big deal. Nothing.

You invited Jada. Yay!

That's fun. 'Cause in a second,

Jada's gonna pull me outside

and say, "You invited Cassie."

You invited Cassie?

Just like that.

You implied you weren't coming.

I just have a little thing

in the morning.

It's no big deal.

I need to shut my brain off

for a few hours.

Why don't you just

let me look at that for a sec?

Oh, my God. Were you in a fight?

- Okay, no.

- Did you take someone down?

No, I cut it on some glasses.

It was the dumbest thing ever.

I don't remember getting the flyer

that Cassie drinks free

all night at this place.

Hey, next round's on me.

How about that? Pitchers.

Let's go to that place

we went to last weekend

- where we met those two boys.

- No.

- Yes.

- No, he blocked me on Grindr.

- What?

- What's Grindr?

Do they not have Grindr

in New Jersey?

They have everything New York has

in New Jersey.

Where is Shane?

He always invites me to things

and then disappears, literally...

He's having so much fun. Look at him.

Cassie, get us more drinks.

You get us more drinks.

- No, girl, you still owe me.

- Why?

- Munich.

- What happened in Munich?

Hello, you threw your shoe

at the bartender,

and then you got us kicked out.

You said it was instincts.

- Fine.

- Two. Two!

Thank you. Sorry.

Excuse me, but...

- Hi.

Hi. Two drinks. That's ambitious.

This is for my friend,

but to be honest with you,

she is not a friend,

so do you wanna be my friend?

This is how you pick up guys, isn't it?

With this elaborate ruse?

It's really not that elaborate,

so, cheers.

Cheers.

All right,

I have a confession to make.

- What?

- I noticed you earlier in the bar.

Not in a creepy way.

Wow, that sounded creepy.

Are you stalking me?

Don't take any pictures.

It's very hot in here.

I'm a little bit sweaty.

I think you look great.

I'm Buckley, by the way.

Buckley? What kind of name is that?

It's actually my grandfather's name,

but...

Okay, Buckley. I'm Cassie.

Cassie, nice to meet you.

Two giant vodka shots! Please. Two.

What? Do you have to work

or something tomorrow?

I'm an unemployed actor, so no,

my schedule is pretty open.

- Oh, that's good.

Okay, wait, sorry, I have...

Wait, it's my brother!

Just hold one second. Hi, Davey!

Hey, I was just checking to see,

do you think we need reservations

for dinner at that sushi restaurant?

Okay, I cannot hear you.

I cannot hear him.

Sounds like she's at a bar.

I know, it's very loud.

- I'm in a bar.

- Tell him you'll call him back.

Yeah, I should probably hang up

and call him back.

I can--

Okay, I'm gonna call him back.

Okay, bye.

Oh, my God. I...

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I've just been having

these weird thoughts

keep coming to my... I don't...

You wanna dance? Let's dance.

- Let's go that way.

- Yeah.

Baby, I don't need you

I just wanna freak you

I heard you a freak, too

What's two plus two?

Four, three, two

Boys

Boys

Boys

Make a girl go crazy

Four, three, two

Boys

Boys

Four, three, two

Boys

Sorry.

Make a girl go crazy

Four, three, two

Boys

Boys

Boys

Four, three, two

Boys

Boys

Boys

Make a girl go crazy

Four, three, two

Boys

Boys

Boys

Make a girl go crazy

Hey.

- What's going on?

- You're late.

And you promised

you weren't gonna be late.

- Okay.

- And you smell like booze.

I guess you didn't get the rest

that I told you to get.

Okay, listen,

my apartment was so quiet.

I'm sorry, I had to get out of there.

I really... I showered,

and I drank so much mouthwash.

I promise.

Okay. So, I have this niece at NYU,

and she goes to fraternity parties,

and she has it just

a little more together than you do.

Okay, I've met Stacey.

Give it time. Seriously.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have drank.

You're right.

That was so fucking stupid,

and I really should not have

gone home with that guy.

Okay, focus.

- This lead agent, Kim Hammond.

- Yeah, yeah.

She seems like a nice lady.

She's not a nice lady.

She's not your friend.

The FBI knife goes in very slow.

They want you to fuck up.

So we wanna know

what they know, right?

- Just don't fucking lie.

- Of course.

If you get tripped up,

you can just take the Fifth.

- You've heard of that, right?

- Take the Fifth?

What? I'm not a fucking mob wife.

No, 'cause that would be

so much easier.

Do you have any idea

how many mob wives

are just roaming free

on Staten Island

rocking knock-off Fendi

because of me?

Wives, plural?

Okay, so the only problem is

that the FBI might be doing

what I'm doing,

fishing, in which case,

if you take the Fifth,

that's a pretty big red flag, so...

- Take the Fifth or not? Which one?

- Okay, stop spinning,

and look at me

before you answer anything.

And if I smile, you tell the truth,

and if I nod, you take the Fifth.

We got the hotel camera footage

from the Makara Prince.

Great. Show me the flight attendant.

What the...

What is this?

That's the footage.

That's not the footage.

What the fuck?

Six hours before Alex's death,

everything goes out.

It's a solid 12 hours of nothing

but worthless static.

Apparently,

their system's less than reliable.

Yeah, or someone killed the feed.

Or the Thai police thought that

whatever those cameras picked up

didn't reflect well on Thailand.

- Fuck.

- Overconfidence.

So unlike you, Van.

No, I...

I brought Bowden in again

'cause I thought there'd be

something on those videos.

She's here with her lawyer.

She knows more

than she's saying, Kim. It's obvious.

What else can we throw at her?

There's gotta be something.

Did any of the details

of the physical evidence

- come back yet?

- No, I told you,

it's all slowed up

because it has to go through State.

Look, you brought her down here.

We've got the photos.

Let's take a run at her,

see if she tries to flee again.

It's nice to see you again,

Miss Bowden.

- I'm glad you could make it in.

- Yeah.

Yeah, my dad always said,

"You should be the fix,

not the hitch."

See, I appreciate that wisdom.

- He also hated the police, so it's--

Yes, I guess that's enough

with the pleasantries.

I concur.

- Miss Mouradian, is it?

- Yeah, that's close enough.

We appreciate you coming in,

and your client

deciding to cooperate.

We find it helps these meetings

go a little bit more smoothly.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, I cut it on some glass.

Super careless.

Miss Bowden, when you were

spending so much time

with Alex Sokolov on the flight,

did he ever mention to you anything...

What? What do you mean?

What's so much time?

She told you

he was in her section, that's all.

Did Alex Sokolov ever mention

any concern for his personal safety?

No, not at all.

If he did, I would've told you

in our first interview

in that creepy room at JFK.

When you did speak,

did he tell you where he was staying?

Everyone knows that. It was online.

But what I'm asking

is if he told your client. Got it?

I'm sorry, I have to plead the Fifth.

Are you serious?

Miss Bowden, you and your lawyer said

that you wanted to help.

She said she was willing to help,

yeah, I'm just here.

Do you honestly think that we...

or the Bangkok Police,

for that matter,

really think that you did this?

I assume that question is rhetorical.

No, it's a real question.

Because I'm very much hoping to keep

someone else from ending up dead.

- Like this.

It's okay. Here we go again.

It's just dead me.

The FBI not believing you.

Déjà vu.

Special Agent White,

I sincerely doubt

that you're allowed to be

exposing these images,

and even if you are,

are you fucking serious?

This easier to look at?

Oh, God.

It's a bad picture, but that's you.

Or this? Is that you?

Oh, shit! Oh, my God.

It's a new one.

It's different hair,

but this one taken yesterday

at Alex Sokolov's workplace,

it looks a lot like you, too.

The Fifth.

It's okay. Maybe they can help.

Who knows?

If you don't try,

you'll never find out.

- I went to his workplace...

...'cause I wanted to pay

my respects or something.

I wasn't thinking. I don't know. I...

It's okay, Cassie.

Okay, fine, fine, fine.

I met Alex on the plane,

we had dinner in Bangkok,

and then we went back

to his hotel room.

We had sex in his bedroom

and the bathroom.

We had sex a lot of places,

and there were little towels

that were shaped like elephants,

and a giant infinity pool,

and this hotel waiter came in.

He gave us very strong liquor.

We got extremely drunk.

But when I left the next morning,

he was very, very alive.

I would like to take a moment

with my client, please.

What about Miranda?

Sorry, there was someone else there.

A woman. Her name was Miranda.

She was friends with Alex.

She left early, but she was there.

What else can you tell us

about this woman?

I don't know,

because I can't fucking remember her,

but she was there, I am telling you.

Cas, stop talking.

You have to believe me.

Cas!

Why did you do that?

Be where you are.

Know that it's enough...

Why the fuck

did you just do that?

If you weren't a suspect before,

you sure as hell are now.

Oh, please.

You know it's me in the picture.

They know it's me in the picture.

Fuck, people in space know

it's me in the picture.

No, they do not!

We do not know what they know, babe!

- That's why we were in there.

- Listen to me.

They probably already have

my fingerprints

and my fucking lip gloss

that I left at the crime scene

when I tried to clean things up.

Know that it's enough.

Everything passes.

Now they just think I'm a crazy,

drunk flight attendant. Not a killer.

Okay, to them, you can be both,

and we're lucky that

they even let you walk out of there.

Cas, I am watching you make

some really not good decisions.

- What were you thinking?

- You know what I was thinking?

I was thinking,

"I hope Alex wasn't awake,

and I really hope

he didn't feel anything

when they came and slit his throat."

Motherfucker. Cassie!

There is only this moment

as you find the calm

to appreciate it.

Look at her.

She does not give one shit.

You haven't been able to smoke

in a bar in 20 years.

She has seen some things.

I wanna know what she's seen.

No, you don't.

- You got me day drinking.

- I know.

All right, when you psychotically

embraced honesty

just now with the FBI,

you didn't mention

that you left the hotel room.

- I don't even really know if I did.

- Okay, yes, but if you did,

that could theoretically have been

when someone else might've

come in and killed him.

Okay, but I...

If you're right about that,

about the time that Alex died...

that means I was so fucked up

that I got back into bed

with a dead man.

It's kind of the only thing that

explains why you're not dead, too.

Oh, my God.

That's just sad. That's bad, right?

On a personal level,

that is just bad.

You were blackout drunk,

and that could've...

It could happen to anyone.

No, it couldn't have

happened to anybody.

This doesn't happen to anybody, okay?

I don't want to be this person.

If you got in bed with him

after he was...

- Dead?

- Yes, okay. If that is, in fact,

what happened,

it's a thing that happened, you know.

And it doesn't define you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I just...

Why didn't you take the Fifth?

I don't get it. I nodded.

I know that you saw him,

but we have that whole thing.

I was like, "I'm gonna nod."

And you were like, "Okay."

Okay, listen. Can I fix this?

Just... If I had information

that I could trade with them,

or, I mean, I'm starting

to get these memories,

so we could go back in there,

have another conversation,

- we could figure this... You need--

- Okay, you need to simmer down.

You're doing that thing where you get

obsessive, and you spin out.

Annie, I have to get obsessive

about this.

I am your lawyer.

I will be obsessive about this.

I will figure out a strategy.

You go be a flight attendant,

go home, pack in your little

Marie Kondo way,

take your flight to...

- Rome.

There is nothing

that you can do here.

Do you understand me?

Lunch by yourself on the street?

Okay, so you're upset with me.

No, Van, I just like these hotdogs,

and everything doesn't revolve

around you.

But since you brought it up,

I am disappointed

with your aggressive attitude

during that interview and generally.

Wait, generally?

Slapping down those photos

of Alex Sokolov's bloody corpse?

Oh, come on.

Someone seems to like

my aggressive attitude and tactics,

because I've been here

half as long as you,

and we have the same job.

Is that right?

Not to put too fine a point on it,

but yes, I think that's right,

and those pictures rattled Bowden

into changing her story.

Okay, real talk?

Always.

I like you, Van, but you have to know

that you fit the FBI's male, pale,

and Yale culture to a tee.

Hell, you probably had

a lacrosse scholarship.

And that's all fine for you,

but I am a Black woman in a job

that can still feel

very much like a boys' club.

So even though I served in the Navy,

even though I have an outstanding

tenure as a federal agent,

I could never get away

with the kind of brash bullshit

that you don't even think

twice about,

because you don't have to think

twice about it.

So tell me one more time

how your attitude

is why we have the same job.

- I hear you.

- Good.

But I still think

we should've arrested Bowden

for lying to us in the first place.

Then her attorney gets into

getting her statement thrown out

due to diminished capacity. No.

Fair enough. You could definitely

smell the alcohol on her.

Why deal with that?

We have more resources

at our disposal.

What are you thinking?

Come on. You really think

that flying to Rome

is just gonna magically

make all this go away?

Just stop, okay?

I have to trust Annie.

Plus, I've hit a dead end anyway.

Annie doesn't have

all the information you do.

She wasn't there

with you at Unisphere.

Yeah, because that went so well.

Will you please just let me get back

to my normal life?

You mean, normal like the rabbits?

'Cause I really wanna talk

about the rabbits

you saw when you were

running out of that building.

You saw that?

Why the fuck can you see that?

I don't know.

- Trauma?

- No.

It's not...

No. I...

I broke a rabbit. It was a statue.

This very large,

expensive statue of a rabbit.

That's why I was thinking about it,

and I probably ruined that poor,

very nice receptionist's week.

I'm not sure how nice she was.

No, she was fine. She just made

a face when I brought up...

Miranda.

Oh, my God, wait, she made this

"kill me now" face

when I mentioned her.

Oh, my God.

What was her name? Maybe she...

What was her name?

Sabrina! Sabrina, yes,

maybe she can help me

get out of this.

Right. Wait, what about your flight?

I can do both, I think. I don't know.

I actually don't know what I'm doing.

I think I can do both.

Just for the record,

I still wanna talk about the rabbits.

Fuck off.

Okay, we have to find

a better way to communicate

'cause this is not working for me.

"As ever, I'm loneliness

and ready maybe for weeping,

or whether perhaps

there's a witness."

Okay, I'm trying to concentrate.

I have a flight in three hours,

and you're quoting poetry to me?

Can you try to be a little helpful?

Okay, I also brought these.

But I've never been

on a stakeout before,

so might be a bit overkill.

Great. So, I'm losing my mind.

That's great.

Okay, listen, that receptionist

at Unisphere,

she knows way more about Miranda

than she's acting like.

I've gotta talk to her,

although she probably thinks

I'm fucking insane,

because obviously I am.

Hey, Davey. I know I owe you a call.

I'm sorry. It's just been nuts.

Yeah, sounds like your pretty busy.

Yep, that's me.

But look, I'm answering.

- What's going on?

- Okay, not to be dramatic,

but I just had this feeling

that maybe... that this trip...

is a bad idea.

Davey, oh, my God, I'm sorry I missed

your call or your many, many calls,

but I've been

a little bit crazy, all right?

It's not about the phone calls.

I'm OCD, and I'm a jerk sometimes,

but I'm not petty.

Okay, then, what the hell

is the problem?

It's just, we're not kids anymore.

It just seems like you...

Not you, but your lifestyle, just...

might be a little too intense for us.

Maybe you're being nice,

which is making things

a little unclear.

How many drinks have you had today?

That's more direct.

Bet it's more than three.

- I...

More than four?

Am I wrong?

I'm not?

Are you okay?

Because I need to know...

before you are around my girls.

Yes.

Yes, of course, I'm okay.

Just come to New York.

Bring your beautiful family,

and I will be present...

and alert, and it is gonna be fine.

It's gonna be more than fine.

It's gonna be fantastic.

Okay.

Okay, good.

I love you.

Love you too.

Listen, I'm gonna see you

in a couple days, okay?

I promise you, it's gonna be

amazing for all of us.

Okay. Bye.

Vodka on the rocks, please?

Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Sabrina, right?

I came in the office the other day

and broke everything.

That's me.

- Oh, yeah.

- I just wanna--

Yeah, I'm sorry, we can't answer

questions about work,

if that's what you're here for.

Okay. No, that's okay.

Can you just wait a second?

Can I explain myself for one second?

I can't say anything about work.

I totally understand.

I saw you walking in.

I wanted to come in and apologize.

I'm... Please, just one second?

- Sure, yeah.

- Okay, I left in an emotional huff.

I'm so embarrassed,

but they mentioned...

They said that Alex had died

out of nowhere,

and it was a horrible moment,

and I'm sorry

if it got you in trouble,

or I wanted to maybe buy you a drink.

Alex was so great.

- Yes.

- His death was a real blow.

I understand that.

Look, could we...

How about we cheers to Alex, maybe?

Sure.

- Cheers.

- Okay, good.

- Your... Do you need to get that?

Nope.

Hey, it's Cassie.

I'll probably call you back.

You're 15 minutes late, Mason.

Shit, Mrs. Briscoe.

We had a customer. What can I do?

Don't swear. Do you have them?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

None of these flash drives

got scanned into inventory.

Guess they "got lost" or something.

Nice.

- What are these, again?

- They're drugs.

I don't know, just take them.

Find out. Have fun.

But don't take them

all at once, okay?

Because if you die,

your mother's gonna kill me,

and I don't want a double funeral

with a boy named Mason.

That's really dark, Mrs. Briscoe.

Fucking kid.

- Cheers!

Sorry, I just spilled all over you.

- That was me.

- No, it's me.

- What was I talking about?

- We were talking about--

Yeah. I was talking about the rabbit.

They keep

that rabbit sculpture there,

but no one will admit

it's a goddamn rabbit.

- Oh, my God, I broke it.

- I'm so glad you broke it.

That was so embarrassing.

Oh, my gosh.

They're the worst there.

But Alex is really nice.

Uh, hey, you know,

about Alex, actually...

Never mind, I don't want

to upset you more

than you are about that, so...

Oh, no, Alessandra. You're great.

You can ask me anything. Ask me.

Okay, okay.

Do you remember I mentioned

a Miranda to you,

and your face went crazy?

- Miranda Croft?

- Who?

Miranda Croft. Oh, my God.

She's the worst.

I hate her. Sorry if she's like

your best friend or anything.

What? No, no, no,

I actually barely know her,

- but do you know her really well, or...

- Mm-hmm.

I used to cover

Alex's desk sometimes,

and then Miranda would call in.

I cannot believe he was dating her.

Were you dating this Miranda person

while we were in Bangkok?

Sounds like it.

I really don't want you to be a liar.

Wow, I didn't know

he was seeing someone.

I pick up on those things.

I'm smart like that.

And I eavesdrop on a lot of calls.

But anyway,

I think he broke it off recently.

There it is. See?

- That's good.

- Yeah, no, that makes sense.

- Right, that definitely makes sense.

- But when they were together,

she would call in,

screaming, volatile...

- What?

- She's violent.

You must be exaggerating a little.

She must have some good qualities.

- Tell me more.

- Okay.

I'm not saying stalker, but stalker.

Oh, my God.

Sounds like Miranda's

not gonna be very helpful.

It sounds like...

She killed you.