♪♪
Dory, could you not scrub
so hard?
You're gonna take
the paint off the door.
Yeah, that's the point.
No.
The point is to take
the blood paint off the door.
Not the door paint
off the door.
We should have gotten
some sandpaper.
Okay, look,
I'll go to the store.
I'll go get some sandpaper.
No, no, no, no, no.
Don't go. No.
You can't leave me here
with "murderer" on our door.
Dory, I don't think
anyone's gonna wander up here,
see "urder" on the door
and think,
"I actually think these
people killed someone."
-Whoa! Oh!
-Aah!
Oh, sorry.
I scared myself.
[ Laughing ] Yeah.
Hi.
Um, can we help you
with something?
Yes. I'm sorry.
I, um -- I'm looking for
Dory Sief in apartment 4.
I think
you might be her.
Yeah.
That -- That's me, yeah.
I'm Detective Joy Hartman.
I'm...
I'd love to ask you a couple
questions, if that's okay.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah.
Cool.
Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Don't...
Don't mind all this.
This is, um...
We have some new
religious tenants,
and they've been slapping
rituals on all the doors, and...
We're not offended.
That's good of you.
♪ Obedear, the sky is low ♪
♪ Watch fluent seamen
rig their rudders ♪
Oh, wow.
What a lovely home
you guys have.
-Oh, thanks.
-Thank you.
Yeah.
-Yeah.
So, uh, yeah.
W-What is this concerning?
Um, I understand
you were acquainted
with a man
named Keith Powell.
Yes, I was.
Yeah.
Um, Drew, do you wanna
get us some tea?
Yeah, absolutely.
Oh, maybe something
with not too much caffeine?
-I'll see if I have that.
-Thank you.
Here. Have a seat.
Thank you.
So, um, I'm not sure
if you're aware,
but Keith Powell
passed away,
and we have reason to suspect
he may have been murdered.
I do know that, actually.
Um, well, something
you should know is that,
um, he and I had a --
a very brief, um,
sexual relationship.
And it caused Drew and I
to, um, break up.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
But I appreciate you
sharing it with me.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Hey.
Sorry. I just, um...
Do you know how long
this is gonna take?
Our friend is in a play
this afternoon,
and we really don't
want to miss it.
Oh, fun!
What's the play?
Um, "LaBianca,"
it's called.
Like the murders.
We just really, um,
would like to be on time.
Okay. Well, I'll, um --
I'll make this quick.
[ Knocking ]
Oh, sorry.
I can come back later.
Oh, no. It's fine.
I'm on mute.
I just have to stay
on the line and say
"Great job, everybody"
every five minutes.
No.
I'll turn them down.
Oh. Okay.
Um...
So, you know
that the work that you do
really means a lot to me.
And I would be
very disappointed
if I wasn't treated,
um, seriously.
Lovely.
I think that's
a fantastic sentiment,
and I'll always remember it.
Well,
I-I just want you to know
that I-I'm very passionate
and dedicated.
The same goes for me.
Mary, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I really am getting the feeling
that you're not hearing me.
Well, it sounds to me
that you're saying
that you want me
to communicate with you
in a way that makes
you feel respected.
Right?
Yes.
I think we're both
on the same page.
Okay. Um, yeah.
That's -- That's it.
Th-- Thank you.
Glad you got what
you needed to hear.
Great job, everybody.
Good stuff.
I love it
when the clouds do that.
Sorry, sir?
Oh, no.
I'm just leaving
a recovery center,
re-entering the world,
and noticing the clouds
in an altogether new way,
so...
Congratulations.
[ Chuckles ]
Can I ask what
brought you there?
Uh, you can, yes.
When I first arrived,
I believed I was traumatized
by a recent tragedy.
But now I see I was
withholding a much deeper
and more fascinating
truth from myself.
How long
were you there for?
A little under two days.
Thanks for the water.
I don't have
any water in my car.
And that's when
I discovered, um,
that he had been lying about
working with Chantal's family,
so I got weirded out,
and I started to
distance myself from him.
So then why did he
purchase airline tickets
for the both of you
to go to Miami?
Well...he was obsessed
with the beach.
And I think he thought
that's, uh, where Chantal was
and wanted us to go together.
But, you know, at that time,
I had already, um,
a-ascertained that Chantal
was hiding away
in a motel in New Hampshire.
How did you know
from just the poem
that she was
in that particular motel?
Well, it was
pretty suggestive.
Could you give me
an example?
Um...
"Somewhere between
Massachusetts and Maine.
Where the apple orchards
turn into highways,
from heaven looking down,
the roads look just like
two hands clasped."
So we just, uh, kind of messed
around on Google Maps for --
for a couple afternoons
and, uh...
Mm-hmm.
...we found her,
which was nuts.
So, let me ask you.
Um, what are your
thoughts on Chantal?
She's great.
She's a bit needy.
Right.
Well...
this Julian Marcus person,
he seems to think
that she's a liar.
Do you think she would
lie about her abuse?
[ Whistles ]
Oh, man.
As a man, I don't think
I have the right
to answer that question,
so...
Right.
And -- And, personally, um,
I always choose
to believe the victim.
To the best
of your knowledge,
was Keith involved
in anything shady?
Was there anything or anyone
that stood out to you?
No. I mean, he would --
He would reference,
you know, lots of things,
but nothing really, like,
stuck out to me, you know.
I mean, he was a P.I., right?
So...
Right, but, um, when I spoke
with his ex-wife, Deb,
she said that you mentioned
a man named Fat Franky.
And she said that you
thought Fat Franky
might be a danger
to Keith.
Fat Franky?
Yeah. Yes.
Uh, yeah.
I-I did say that to her.
Um...
It was a name
that came up more than once,
so it made me think
that, you know,
maybe something was going on.
Or, you know, maybe it wasn't.
But I-I did.
I did say that to her, yes.
Okay.
Well, um, what did Keith
say about Fat Franky?
You know, I do remember him
on the phone once,
and -- and he said
something like, you know,
"Fat Franky's, you know,
the real danger."
You know --
something like that.
It was a small moment,
but I did -- I did clock it.
Right. Right.
You know, uh, Fat Franky,
it sounds like, uh --
sounds like a made-up name,
doesn't it?
I mean, um, you'd think
these, uh -- these mob guys,
they'd be a little bit
more creative.
♪♪
[ Laughs ] Yeah.
Okay. Here you go.
Oh.
Oh, are you sure
this is caffeine-free?
I think
this might be green tea.
I can -- I can feel my neck
rattling against my skull.
Oh.
You know, it might be
green tea. I'm sorry.
I'll, uh,
keep it over here.
Let me know if you
want it or anything.
Thank you.
Sorry. That was stupid.
So, Dory...
Mm?
...um, did Keith ever give you
the key to his apartment?
No.
How about the log-in
to his e-mail?
No.
He wasn't the kind of guy
who would, you know,
give out
information like that...
especially not to me.
So, um, I had a question
for you, Drew.
Um, when did you first
become aware of Keith Powell?
Uh...recently, for sure.
When exactly?
It must have probably been
on the New Hampshire trip.
Probably when
we found Chantal
was when I became aware
of him. Yeah.
Okay. So that would have
been on the 26th. Right?
Uh, yeah. I suppose so.
I suppose so, probably.
So the same day
he was murdered.
Oh, uh, it could
have been later.
Yeah.
As Dory knows, I'm just not
at all good at dates or names
or faces or actors
or, God, movies.
Just, oh, I can't tell
if what's the movie is the title
or the title is the movie,
or do you name the movie
or what is...
Movies these days,
in general --
I don't even know
what those are.
[ Breathes deeply ]
Oh, man.
I'm just not good at stuff.
I'm not good at, uh.
remembering.
Mm.
♪♪
[ Breathes deeply ]
Wow.
You look rested.
[ Chuckles ]
Thank you.
I feel phenomenal.
That's so great.
That's all we want to hear.
Oh. I really feel like
I owe you guys an apology.
I want you to feel that
you can trust me, of course.
Thank you.
I mean, I think
what's important to us
is that we were able to
provide you with the help
that you needed.
Mm-hmm.
And, you know,
this book is so real.
And we were thinking,
"What if you were able to
incorporate your breakdown,
for lack of a better word,
into the narrative?" Right?
I think that would be
such a giving storyline.
You know, I learned
a lot at Hallways.
And I really realized
I just want to be honest.
And I want to be honest
about this book.
-Yeah.
-So here's the truth.
[ Breathes deeply ]
I don't want to work.
I don't like working.
Working sucks.
[ Laughs ]
Sorry. What?
Yeah, no.
Yeah, yeah.
At first, I thought
it was writer's block,
but then, later, I realized
it's actually just
the discomfort of hard work.
Okay. Uh, yeah.
I mean, you know,
who likes to work?
You know?
Not me.
You know, no one likes to,
but we have to.
It's just kind of what you
got to do in life, is work.
Mnh-mnh. Mm. No, not for me.
Not for me at all.
I mean, I have a lot of stuff
I want to say in my lifetime.
But I've realized
that I want to find
the easiest way
to say it.
Okay. Well, we'll find
a ghostwriter.
I think
that's what we'll do.
-That's easy.
-Yeah, we can do --
Nia, you're not listening
to me.
Working feels bad,
and I don't ever want to work
one more day
in my entire life.
[ Breathes deeply ]
Oh, my God.
It feels so good
to say that.
[ Laughs ]
Did Keith ever mention
Montreal to you?
No.
No, he never mentioned
anything about Canada to me.
[ Knock on door ]
Uh, yeah. Excuse me.
I'll, um...
Yeah, I'll get the door.
It's probably just
the super or somethin'.
Or it could be a package
'cause we get FedEx here, so...
-Drew, just get the door.
-Totally.
Yeah, I'll get the door.
I-I just want to say.
I'm not normally trying
to guess who's at the door,
so you don't have to write
that down or anything.
Just get it, Drew. Yeah.
Get the door, yeah.
[ Laughs ]
I'll get the door.
Oh, no.
Okay? You got to get out
of here. We have company.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I just wanted to borrow
a small cup of sugar.
A small cup of sugar?
No.
April, you cannot borrow
a small cup of...
-Um, hi.
-Hi.
-Uh, I love your badge.
-Oh, thank you.
Are you a cop?
I'm a detective.
Oh.
Fun. April,
maybe you could go now.
Oh, you guys
got my flowers.
Oh.
Was there
a special occasion?
Kind of.
[ Chuckles ]
Do you like them?
Yeah, we love them.
They're beautiful.
Oh, you guys should
probably clean your door.
Oh. Also, could you guys
keep it down when you fight?
I can hear
literally everything.
Okay.
Well, nice meeting you.
You too.
I'm sure
I'll see you around here.
Oh, okay.
-Bye, cop.
-Bye.
It's so nice that you
know your neighbors.
Yeah.
[ Door closes ]
It was so nice meeting you.
You too.
Yeah. Get home safe
or wherever you're headed.
Yeah.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! [ Sighs ]
April sent the flowers.
April knows that
I killed somebody,
and that cop's
gonna catch us.
And who's Fat Franky?!
It's just some stupid name
I made up to Keith's ex-wife!
Wait. What if that cop's
downstairs right now,
talking to April?
♪♪
[ Knocking rhythmically ]
Um, April?
Hi.
It's, uh, Drew and Dory.
From upstairs.
Hello?
April!
Open up the goddamn door!
You hear me?!
Open up the fucking door!
Stop fucking with us!
[ Laughs ]
What?
Sorry, I --
I just forgot how crazy
you can get sometimes.
These hipster kids did it!
They are full of shit,
and they're hiding something.
I mean, there's, like,
too many coincidences.
Oh, and you know
what else I noticed?
That both of them
are scared of me,
and that means something.
I don't think I've been here
since that one-woman show
about Sylvia Plath.
Did you see it?
Sarah Jessica Parker
has the dog.
-Do you know who Sylvia was?
-Aaron Eckhart --
-Elliott. Elliott.
-Hi.
-Hey.
-So, it's April.
April's the one
who sent the flowers,
and she's the one who wrote
on the wall. It's April.
I think she overheard us
fighting in the apartment
that night.
Okay. So, um, hi.
This is Portia's godfather,
Bing, and his twink, Jason.
So maybe let's save it
for another time.
Okay. Hi.
It's nice to meet you.
And lovely to meet you, too.
Excuse us for a sec.
We need to tell Portia.
-Okay, well, she's backstage,
obviously,
and, no, we don't.
It can wait. Okay?
Remember what happens when
we push our friends too far?
They have
full mental breakdowns.
Well, it's time for me
to adjust my catheter
and get a vodka tonic.
Let's go, Jason.
-See you guys inside.
Nice to meet you.
I really think we should go and
see if April's hanging around.
No. Okay? We are gonna
watch our best friend
on the first day
of previews for her play.
I can't sit through
a play right now.
Dory!
Be a human being.
Um, I'm sorry.
Can someone help me
replace the water cooler?
I'm missing half the bones
in my left wrist.
-Yeah. I can help you.
-No, not you.
I'm sorry. I know
that's rude, but not you.
Rene, I can help you,
if you want.
Yeah.
I get it. It's hard.
Oh, you're the best.
You know what we should do?
We should find Tom.
Tom usually helps me
with this.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
[ Cellphone whooshes ]
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
[ Cellphone whooshes ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Whispering ] Julian!
[ Foot stomps ]
[ Steph screaming ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
It's your turn, Leslie.
Oh.
I-I don't know.
She looks dead to me.
Let's do this,
homecoming queen.
The family needs this.
[ Ominous music plays ]
♪♪
[ Screaming ]
♪♪
[ Laughs ]
She's so cute!
[ Wailing ]
[ Laughs ]
Shh!
[ Screaming ]
No-o-o!
I didn't want to do this!
Do you people hear me?!
I said,
"I didn't want to do it!"
♪♪
Why?!
Oh, God!
No!
[ Gasps ]
♪♪
[ Breathing shakily ]
♪♪
[ Gasps ]
-No!
Why?
[ Sobbing ]
Why?!
-[ Breathes sharply ]
-Dory, are you okay?
Portia: Oh, no!
I didn't want to do this!
Do you hear me?!
Sorry. Sorry.
Why?!
Hey, Joy. I got a woman here,
says you met with her.
She's got something
to tell you.
-Okay.
-Excuse me, handsome.
Can we ladies
have some privacy?
What was your name?
Lou.
Thank you, Lou.
Goodbye, Lou.
Hi.
Hey.
We met before.
Absolutely.
I'm Crystal.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good to see you again.
Deb's friend.
I wondered, could I just have
a moment of your time?
Absolutely. Of course, yeah.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
All right.
If I tell you something,
you can't ask
where I got it from.
Okay.
Because it came
from my brothers
and their lives are
hard enough as it is.
I get it. Of course.
I think I know
who Fat Franky is.
Who is he?
Frank Medici.
So, apparently,
there are five fat losers
who go by "Fat Franky,"
but listen to this.
Frank Medici does business
in Canada,
where Keith was killed.
He helps ferry people
across the border,
whatever it is.
Criminals.
All right.
I want you to find
Fat Franky.
And when you do,
I want you to shoot him
in the heart.
He broke
Deb's daughter's heart.
A heart for a heart.
You hear me?
I have Tums.
Do you want Tums?
No.
I'm okay.
It's all right.
We'll just tell her
you saw the whole thing.
She won't know
the difference.
Okay, here she is.
[ Cheers and applause ]
-All right!
-Yeah!
Hi.
Thank you.
Aah!
Ladies and gentlemen,
presenting North Star.
Together: [ Chanting ]
North Star! North Star!
Gather 'round.
Get your autograph.
Hey. Who's that?
I think
that's the director.
Well, that seems
inappropriate.
-Sociopath.
-This is crazy.
My cheeks hurt from smiling.
Aah!
[ Laughs ]
-Okay. Enough, enough, enough.
You.
Oh, my God, you.
How are you so good?
Really?
Oh, my God.
How did you get this way?
Did you like it?
You liked it?
That was good?
I love you.
David?
What are you doing here?!
There she is!
Portia!
Hi!
Oh, I'm so proud of you.
I'm so happy you're here.
-You were amazing!
-Oh, you were so great, Porsh.
-Guys.
-Yeah, that was so cool.
You killed.
-Drewski.
Oh, you guys,
it really just --
It means so much
that you came.
-Yeah. Of course.
-Of course.
We would never miss it.
So, Porsh...
-Good job, Portia.
Hi.
Porsh.
The cops are onto us.
Okay?
And our downstairs neighbor
just revealed herself
as having been the one
sending the threats,
so we got to handle this,
and we got to handle this now.
No!
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪ Crashed a show ♪
♪ She let me in the back row ♪