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I cannot catch a break,

and I'm literally losing my mind.

I'm totally the exact person that you should come to.

Cassie.

You need to get the fuck out of here,

and I will handle it.

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

I work with Cassie.

The FBI has told me I need to call them

if you come back.

I have to protect our family.

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

We're gonna go,

and we're gonna get the View-Master.

Hey, Mom.

Do you know what a relief it was to leave here?

Cassie... I love you,

but I don't like you.

I know that the ring is important to you,

and so it's important to me.

And then I saw an internal memo

for a person of interest in connection with

the recent CIA-related murders.

A blonde woman, slim build,

travels internationally. Sound familiar?

One of the slides on the View-Master,

If we can find this boat, maybe we can

get ahead of this whole thing.

Listen.

Silent all the way to the marina,

and now she finally speaks.

I didn't know what to say. I just--

Thank you for picking me up and driving.

I thought to myself, "Hmm, Shane.

You'd better show up."

But also you outed me as a CIA agent,

to my boyfriend while you were drunk.

Oh, my God. That was so bad...

And then there's this whole Megan thing.

But I don't think that you deserve

to be framed for murder, so...

Listen, I'm not talking because...

my entire family--well...

what's left of it just, like, imploded

like a dying star overnight,

and now I'm back in this nightmare,

but hurting you is, like, the worst part of all of it.

I do appreciate your apology.

- Okay? - Oh, thank you.

Come on--what? What, what, what?

I did some digging.

A lot of digging, and I found out

that everyone who has died

has had contact with Will,

the mark who was killed in Berlin.

Okay, well, Benjamin is the one

that tells me where to go, so...

Mr. Berry fought to be your handler.

That's Benjamin's errand boy.

There's times I want to burn the whole shit down.

Do you think he fought for me to be an asset

so that he could, like, pin all this shit on me?

Like, building some sort of fucked up case against me?

Why would I kill these people?

What would my motive even be?

Honestly, I have no clue.

Okay, so Max tracked down the registration number.

What the hell is a slip?

Slips are parking spots for boats.

Okay, so...

Wait, wait.

This is the one. This is the one.

That's the same registration number from the View-Master.

- What? - Shh.

Mmm! Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Wow.

Don't touch anything.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

I'm--Oh, my God, I know that guy.

That's--that's--that's-- that's the cloudy--

That's the cloudy eye guy. He works with Benjamin.

- I saw him in Berlin. - Wait, wait, wait.

- He was in Berlin? - Yes!

I need to call the police.

It means they were killed within the last six hours.

Okay, but maybe there's like, a...surveillance

around here that can help us figure out what happened?

No, no, no. See...

CIA falls under US Code Title 50.

That's tracking people with drones,

That's hunting down North Korean spies on airlines.

Not this. This is the police.

- Okay? - Okay.

we gotta handle this correctly.

This can't be about you right now.

♪ You probably think this song is about you ♪

♪ You're so vain

♪ I'll bet you think this song is about you ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you ♪

♪ You had me several years ago ♪

♪ When I was still quite naive ♪

I care. What do you mean? I'm trying to stop all this.

All you care about is yourself.

"Oh, my God, someone's trying to frame me!"

You won't shut up about it.

No, no, I can stop this.

I can make sure no one else dies.

because you're so stupid you can't figure out

a few clues on a View-Master?

Oh, my God. Are these people dead 'cause of me?

They're dead 'cause of me, aren't they?

- They're dead 'cause of me. - No, no, Cassie.

- Cassie, no. - Oh, my God.

Oh! Fuck.

That is my other red glove.

That's my red glove from Berlin!

That is mine. Oh, my God!

- This is mine! - No, stop, Cassie!

Don't touch anything!

Drop the glove.

- Dot Karlson's office. - Hi, this is Cassie Bowden.

This is an emergency.

Can you please put Dot on right now?

It's urgent. This is Cassie Bowden.

Please put Dot on now.

Unfortunately, Ms. Karlson is speaking

with several of her colleagues from Langley.

But I'm happy to connect you with Mr. Berry.

No! No. No, no, thank you.

Just, uh, please tell her to call me immediately.

Thank you.

You should have a heavier coat.

Hello, Mrs. Briscoe.

I'm impressed you evaded us for so long.

But here you are,

watching your son Eli.

He always takes this bus after work.

He's been so sad since he quit the swim team.

Shame.

I for one thought he had real talent in the pool.

How do you know all that?

Your interests are my interests.

It would be so tragic if I had to

give my superiors his schedule.

So you'll come with me and

hand over any flash drives you kept.

We can't risk traceable content

exposing our entire network here in the US.

Entire network?

An exclusive club of people like yourself,

helping my country.

Easy to join...

but no exit policy.

Okay.

Okay, okay, fine.

If I give you everything, will this be done?

I'll give you everything I have, okay?

Any kind of evidence that could be used against you.

Okay? I just...

Please, I just ask that you just leave my son out of this.

The best I can do is... we'll see.

It's in the bag.

Ooh! Jesus.

Oh! My God.

Okay.

Oh, my God! Cassie? Hi!

Jenny, what are-- What are you doing here?

I'm trying to get the scoop for my podcast.

I heard there was a murder on my police scanner.

187--that's the code.

The scanner was a little expensive, but so worth it.

Plus I can always write it off. Anyway,

I heard the call go out, and I'm always up for an adventure.

- My boyfriend always says-- - Okay, no. Stop.

Stop. Listen.

Listen, there-- real people died today.

No, no, no, and you're being smiley and happy,

and talking about adventure and clickbait,

but it's wrong.

I wish you a really healthy recovery,

but you need to get some perspective

on what's going on here.

O-kay. Well, I'm here,

and I'm taking this seriously, Cassie.

Can we do that? Can you do that?

If you don't want to talk to me, fine, but you're not the boss

of crime scenes that don't even involve you.

You're right. You're right. Sorry.

I didn't expect to see you.

I didn't mean for this to be a thing.

You know, you're lecturing me.

Again. And I, like, really looked up to you.

Like, I wanted to learn from you and be like you,

but all you ever do is show up and talk down to me.

I--

Wait...

What are you even doing here?

You want to answer that?

And then Weird Jenny showed up.

She came to, like, murder-podcast

the fucking dead bodies, so we left.

Okay, so you brought Shane along

on your, uh, nautical murder mystery adventure.

I mean, no offense, but, is it wise

to be bringing coworkers along on shit like this?

Oh, well, he's more than a flight attendant. I mean,

he's not really--he's...

Cassie. Cassie. No. No.

He's CIA. He's a CIA agent.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Whoa. For real? I'm sorry.

They're the last people I tell. I promise.

- I'm sorry. - Can we get to work, people?

- Where is the View-Master? - It's right here.

It's right here. Here. Here you go.

This is not scary.

I'm sorry that's not scary enough for you.

Here's what I'm thinking, and you, Cassie, should sit down.

- Just, go! Tell me. - Okay.

Every person that has died

has been associated with Will,

and every photo

How many slides are left in here?

- One. - Right. And the only way

that someone can successfully frame you

is if you're dead, Cassie.

So I think this last slide is

where the double plans to kill you.

♪ I--I--I-- I need ♪

-♪ I need you ♪ - This is a really good time

Whoa...

Um, she's gonna go in the bathroom.

It's where everything important and secret

happens in this house.

♪ Two of hearts ♪

- Megan? - Listen, Cassie.

I have a North Korean in my trunk

and I'm on the move so I need your help.

Why do you have a North Korean in your trunk?

Where was I supposed to put him?

Now, I was going through his phone,

and he had information about me from Hak,

- the guy we stabbed in Iceland? - No, no, there's no "we."

There's no "we." Miranda stabbed him.

And they also had a head's up

about a certain CIA officer that was tracking me.

His name was Shane Evans.

was talking about Hak, so, I need from you

and please tell me the truth!

Did Shane follow you to Iceland

because he was after me?

That was not my fault. Listen, he already--

he already knew about Iceland.

He was--he--

Okay.

I need you to, um,

I don't know, um,

broker a meeting with Shane,

because I have evidence to trade.

- Megan, he's not a-- - Cassie!

My life is in crisis!

I am sorry. Please, for me, talk to Shane.

All right, because I am headed

to Newark right now, and--

Oh, my God.

- Yes? - Ma'am,

No. No, I--No, I'm okay,

but that's very nice. Thank you, officer.

Then are you aware that it is illegal to drive or park

in the breakdown lane in New Jersey?

Really?

No, no, I--I-- I had no I--

You know, I'll just go, okay?

- I'll just-- - Ma'am, hold on.

Mm-hmm?

Sure.

Um, you know what,

I would've never pulled over if I--if I thought

it was illegal, you know?

Sorry.

Um...

You know what? I can't seem to find my license.

I must've left it at home.

I'm really sorry.

I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.

Okay.

Fuck.

Oh, you have kids?

I--

just, you have See's Candies.

Sorry, it gives me PTSD.

I--I sold them for my son's swim team.

Yeah, somehow Mom always seems to have to find the time, right?

They're for my son's school field trip

to Washington, DC.

There's always a trip to DC.

Tell me about it.

You know, I used to joke to my husband

that the principal at Eli's school

got kickbacks from the candy lobbies.

I'm just happy that I didn't eat

all of them 'cause they're so good.

- Oh, no. - Yeah, so now I'm stuck

- playing Willy Wonka. - Well, kids. I mean...

We'll do anything for them, right?

That's the whole thing.

The whole being-a-mom thing, right?

I'd give anything to be able to go back home again

to a pile of his dirty laundry.

Or his bathroom looking like a monsoon just hit it.

Sorry.

You two aren't on good terms?

Well, I was actually, um,

on my way to make things right.

But if I miss my plane...

I won't be able to try, so...

I know this may seem odd, but...

if you could find it in your heart

I'll buy every single See's Candy you have.

Not a bribe. Okay, it's kinda like a bribe, but,

maybe you could see it like a gesture

from one mom to another?

- Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to-- - Please?

Promise me you'll refrain from parking

in the breakdown lane in the future.

Yes.

Hey.

Just making sure you're okay.

As okay as possible.

Okay, I'm coming in.

Cool, great.

We're in the bathtub.

Okay.

Okay, I'm obviously supposed to die soon, right?

Like, that's where... all the arrows are pointing.

I can't get those dead bodies out of my mind.

I mean, just seeing them. And I...

had a really horrible,

horrible conversation with my mother.

Um...

- Wow. - Want to know the worst part?

She looked me in the eye and she said,

"I don't like you."

After all this time, I'm starting to think

maybe she's right.

I don't really like me, either.

Yeah, what?! Yes?

Sorry. I--I think I got something.

Okay, so here's the last slide.

but then I realized it's the same kind of plastic

they would use for seats on a ride,

which would explain why it's seemingly up in the air.

Like a ride at an amusement park?

Yes, and then I was thinking

why is there ocean water under it?

An amusement park ride on a pier.

Okay, well, the only one is obviously Santa Monica Pier.

- It has rides. - Yeah, but we don't know when.

Well, it has to be today, right?

- I'm sorry, what? - Whatever has to happen

at the pier has to happen today.

Tomorrow it closes for an entire month of refurbishing,

completely shut off to the public.

so given that and the way the killings have been accelerating,

that would make today the most likely day.

I can make you an algorithm--

Max, we understand it.

What is that?

Max, you're literally unfurling the plot

for us as we speak. Can you please focus?

There's something up there. Right?

- Uh... - Whoa!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, please don't tell me that is some sort of

bloody knife in my house?!

I didn't know what it was!

Oh, my God, that woman was in my house!

Somebody jimmied the back door.

Great, well, a bloody knife in your home

is pretty fucking incriminating.

Jesus Christ, is there literally anyone else I can talk to?

Oh, don't worry. I'm here to support your plan.

Go to the pier.

I can be nice sometimes.

Okay, you're holding a knife,

and you seem different. What is happening?

Oh, see, no, no. This is my knife,

But you should grab a weapon, too, so you feel safe.

Okay, that's actually a good idea,

but I don't trust this whole new you situation.

- No, mm-mm. - Cassie.

Stop asking questions and go to the pier.

Go to the fucking pier!

I mean, it's like a suicide run.

Fuck you.

You know why "fuck you" is all you can throw at me?

Because I'm right. You're a broken, self-absorbed,

piece of shit who deserves to die.

- Right, right now. - Okay, Cass? Cassie?

and you are the next person that is supposed to die

I mean, bloody knife in your house

like, ten fucking steps ahead of us.

- Hello? - You just went and touched that.

Cassie?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't need a box cutter, 'cause you not going anywhere.

so the whole world knows I'm gonna do that, so let's go.

What, you guys are just gonna appear looking for a blonde?

- in California. - No, not this one, okay?

- She looks exactly like me. - Look, I'm going to do

everything that I can to protect you,

I'm gonna--I promise I'm gonna be good.

- Yes, yes. - Taking one car or two?

You two are not going anywhere! Stay put!

I'm sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry. Okay.

It's not a fifth grade field trip.

Okay, I totally understand now

why Cassie never listened to me

when I told her not to do anything.

Yeah. We're still going, though, right?

- I'll drive. - Okay.

Okay, listen, I need you to be

That is not high alert!

Okay, listen, um, I--I--Before we do this,

I need to ask you something.

Okay, this is probably not the time for that.

Hypothetically, if, uh, Megan were to,

I don't know, get back in the States somehow,

would you agree to--

Put Megan in a federal prison for life? Yes.

- Hear her out? - No, listen.

I cannot search and keep track of you at the same time.

Stay at this bench.

- Don't move. - This bench? Where it says

"No stopping any time" in front of everyone?

If you see the double you text me.

- Obviously. Okay. - I'll be here.

Also, you just low-key admitted

to helping a known traitor get back into the country,

so we're gonna unpack that at the next party.

Okay, Megan, God damn it.

Davey?

What? I don't...

Shit.

Uh...

Fuck.

Shit.

Cassie's gonna be so fucking pissed at us for coming here.

She'll get over it. Also, if we actually stop

this crazy person, I'm getting myself a churro.

Max, I will buy you every single churro in Los Angeles

if you find this woman before someone else dies.

Ooh!

We're having fun now.

There is no "we."

People die every day, Cassie.

Why are you letting it get under your skin?

Oh, because you're the one

♪ I--I--I--I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

- Hello? Dot? - I saw that you called.

Cassie, I wanted to thank you

for all of the evidence you reported

and more importantly, for trusting me

with such a sensitive matter.

We're putting together a task force

to investigate the murders. I'll be running point.

Wait, what's the noise in the background?

I'm at Santa Monica Pier.

The double is here.

What are you doing there, Cassie?

If you're correct, this is not safe for you

and you need to leave. And if you see Mr. Berry

do not engage.

I am on my way to you now.

Wait, wait, is Benjamin the--

Shit.

Cassie.

Excuse me! Excuse me. Excuse me.

Coming through! Sorry! Excuse me! Excuse me!

Move! Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry. Can I---

Can I get through this?

I'm sorry, can I get through here?

Hi, sorry.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! Sorry.

Can I get on this ride?

Thank you.

Shit!

Team Home Invasion is right behind us.

- But what are they doing here? - I don't know. Looking for us?

We took their shit and called the cops on them.

It's probably not a friendly visit.

Glad we made their kill list.

Sorry. Yeah.

What are we supposed to do? We can't just like...

I don't know, start a life

and just grow old together and just never come out.

Great, totally. We have to fight back.

Except, you know, they're murderous bounty hunters

- and we're us, so... - Right.

- Look, I have the taser - Whoa.

that we stole from them.

What are we gonna do that requires a taser?

with, like, a very large swing

Okay.

What I'm about to say is very stupid

and idiotic and extremely risky and dangerous

and we should never do anything like this ever again.

Um, that said...

here's my idea.

Mr. Berry.

You shouldn't be here, Mr. Evans.

Honestly, I was hoping that you wouldn't be here.

But after everything that Cassie found out,

I pretty much knew you would.

What do you think you're doing here?

You should not be here.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Come with me.

What the fuck's going on here?

Oh! Oh.

It's only a little bit out of order.

You're on a carnival ride while your friend is dying?

You are helpless. Although people have been dying

because of you since you were a little girl.

Your mom won't even forgive you.

Who the fuck would forgive you?

You should've died in that truck with your dad.

You little--

Okay, what is going on?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

That is not my mom.

It's the closest you get to her.

Mom?

Really not sure what I'm supposed to do here.

Um, Mom, I'm not...

sure what's...

Oh, I'm not sure about much of anything right now.

Except so much time wasted.

And you need to stop breaking your own heart.

That's all I want.

You want me to apologize to you.

Oh...

I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive you yet.

You can't control how I feel, Cassie,

no matter how much you want to.

You're powerless to make me forgive you, Cassie.

You're powerless when someone puts a drink in your hand.

You're powerless to pull yourself together.

Hell, you're powerless to get off this Ferris wheel.

Honey...

you can't do anything but accept it.

What is going on?

Cassie...

I love you.

And I wouldn't be saying it in here

if it didn't already exist out there.

Just be patient with others.

With me, if you can.

And with yourself.

So your girl ran away and left you to take the heat?

- Smart. - You have no idea how smart.

See, I'm convinced that you two want to die.

Because you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?

Listen, Max, fair is fair, right?

No. Okay--

Zap her! The other cartridge! Zap her!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Jesus.

That was badass!

- Max... I'm so sorry. - Hey...

I'm so sorry. I will never make you be

- That was so fucking stupid. - Hey, no, hey, hey.

I trusted you, and you trusted yourself,

and it worked.

No, I know, but there are, like,

you know, safer fucking ways

to learn big life lessons, and--and--

- what was I thinking? - It worked! It worked.

Whoo!

So now we're, uh... we're officially engaged?

Cassie.

Grace.

Oh, my God, this was you.

It was you the whole time. Holy shit!

Let's go.

I want to go again.

I really want to go again.

Okay, double trouble, take a seat.

Jesus, this is fucked.

I fucking knew it was you.

I knew it was you. I didn't want it to be,

but I fucking knew it.

So what, do you just

and then go murder a bunch of people?

I don't want to be doing any of this.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.

Benjamin Berry, no one.

No one can make you do something

that you don't want to do.

- Benjamin Berry? - Yes! Yeah!

He definitely can't make me do anything.

I just stabbed him.

Wait, what...

Okay, um...

I--I thought you were wor...

Jesus, Cassie, I'm a trained killer.

You're a flight attendant with a box cutter.

and both of us being on here together

really fucks the whole plan.

- It's not great. - Oh, God.

I told you, this is not my very fucking favorite thing to do.

- Okay? Any of it. - Oh, okay, just--okay.

I genuinely liked you.

It's so much bigger than you or me.

Okay, Grace, please, listen.

You told me that when my life was falling apart

to come to you. Well, my world is falling apart

so please, please put that gun down.

I am begging you, please do not shoot that gun.

I wanted out of the army.

Like, at all costs, 'cause I hated what they made me do.

- What? - And now I'm doing

I'm killing people for someone else.

It's just such a fucking trap.

Well, why me? Why me? Why did you--

Why did you plant that View-Master?

What View-Master? What are you talking about?

Look, if it was up to me, then neither of us

would be here right now. Now who am I

now that I spend my time dressed up like you?

Where can I go? Nowhere!

Okay, yes, you can. There's always a way out.

I killed people.

When this ride is over, I'm going to prison.

The worst part, I never had a choice.

Okay, okay, listen to me.

Just tell me who is making you do this.

You do have a choice right now.

You do have a choice.

Okay, Grace, listen to me. Just listen to me.

No--