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[both moaning]
- Jenny, wow.
[both laugh]
[exhales, chuckles]
- I wish we had more time. - Yeah, me too.
[both moaning]
- [giggles]
Well, I better go or I'm gonna be late.
- Come on, stay.
[both moan]
Paul, I can't.
I'm gonna miss my flight. I'm serious.
- Stay with me.
I'll make it worth your while. I promise.
- [moans]
I know you will, but I can't, sweetie.
- [groans, chuckles]
- I'm gonna go hop in the shower.
- Mm, can I join you?
[both giggling]
[exhales]
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
- So I'll be back next weekend. [keyboard clacking]
[chuckles]
- Wow. You look beautiful.
- [chuckles] I'll miss you.
- Yeah, I'll miss you too.
- [clears throat] - Oh.
[both chuckling] I'm sorry.
- [exhales]
- Have a good flight.
- Thanks, babe. I'll see you soon.
[gasps quietly]
- I really enjoy our time together.
- You know I can't get enough of you.
I'll be back soon. I promise.
- I can't wait.
- [grunting]
[tense music]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[exhales slowly]
[door clicks open, shuts]
- Yes, I have the money. Yes, it went fine.
Doesn't it always? So this is the last one, right?
Okay, yes. Thank you.
Thank you for every-- [distant clanging]
Huh?
N-no, it's nothing. I just--it's nothing.
Um, thank you. I have to go.
Hello? Is someone there?
Hello? [speaking foreign language]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sighs] Sorry I'm late. Let's head home.
[airstair whirs, clicks close]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- To my beautiful daughter, Lauren.
- [chuckles]
- No matter how far and wide your travels may take you,
always remember that you have
a loving family for you here at home.
Your mother would have been very proud of you today.
- Thank you, Dad.
I love you too. [chuckles]
- [clears throat]
- Ah, nope, no way. - Oh, come on, Dad.
- One sip won't hurt. - All right, one sip.
- Yes!
Oh, no. Gross, gross.
- So you know, um, where you're flying first?
- I find out tomorrow.
Um, I put bids in for New York, Los Angeles, even Paris.
Um, it's pretty competitive, though.
- Oh, yeah, I get it. Pointing out the exits,
serving pretzels. It's cutthroat.
- Oh, shut up, brat. - What about you, Chris?
What's next for you?
- I have a year of classes left ahead of me,
so I'll be handling books.
- Yeah, and once Chris graduates,
I'll have saved up a little bit of money,
and we'll be able to apply for grad school together abroad.
- Well, sounds like you guys
got this whole future thing figured out.
- [chuckles]
Oh, hey, Ashley,
I want to introduce you to my family.
- Hey, family. [laughter]
- This is Ashley.
She's saving up for grad school too.
She's a fashion designer.
We sat next to each other on the first day,
and we've been inseparable ever since.
- [chuckles] - She's my rock.
- Oh, please, I would have dropped out, like, five times
if you weren't there to keep me sane.
[laughter]
Hey, fellow flight attendant,
are you ready to fly out tomorrow?
- Ooh.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
It is my pleasure to welcome you aboard
Sky South Airlines flight to...
Paris, France. [laughter]
- There are two exits in the front of the aircraft--
- Two window exits above the wings--
- And two exits in the rear of the aircraft and...
both: Keep in mind the closest usable exit
may be located behind you.
[laughter]
- That's great. Congratulations to you both.
- I'm so excited.
Who knows where we could be off to first, right?
- Mm-hmm.
[jet engines roaring]
- Ugh, this sucks. Detroit, really?
- Hey, it's not all that bad.
I think our first flight went pretty well.
- Yeah, that's because you didn't have
Boozy McBoozeFace in your section.
The guy kept ordering a bunch of little mini rums
and got real handsy with me.
I wanted to put his head through both the windows.
- Ugh, I'm sorry. - Yeah.
- Hey, it sounds like we could both use some coffee.
- Oh, yes.
Hi.
Can I please do, um, a iced coffee,
one pump caramel and one pump mocha,
and she's gonna do a caffè mocha
with, just, like, a little bit of cinnamon please.
Thank you.
- Hi, sweetie. Is this your first time flying?
Well, you and Mr. Monkey are gonna love it.
- Lauren, coffee. - Oh, thank you.
[inspiring ambient music]
- Thank you.
- That's pretty cool, huh?
- [sighs] What? - I don't know.
I was just thinking about how when I was a little girl
and I would go on business trips with my dad.
- Mm, and you caught the bug? - Yeah.
I mean, I loved flying.
Just--I wanted to see the world.
- Mm. - [giggles]
♪ ♪
Oh, no. She left Mr. Monkey.
Hold this for me? Two minutes.
- Lauren, no, you're gonna miss the hotel shuttle.
- I'll catch the next one.
♪ ♪
Hi. You can't forget Mr. Monkey.
Aww. Have a safe flight, sweetie.
Bye.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [screams]
[distant horns honking]
[cell phone buzzing]
- Hello? - Hey, girl.
I just talked to the super cute shuttle driver,
and he said that he just ran his last trip for tonight,
so you're gonna have to catch an Uber.
- What? I mean, he can't just come back?
- Well, I almost had him convinced,
but the manager of this crappy place
just took away his keys.
[giggles]
Oh, and he did mention
that you have to go across the street
to the parking garage for the Uber pickup area.
- Okay. I'll see you soon, hopefully.
- Mm-kay. Bye, boo.
- [muffled screaming]
[tense music]
[grunting]
[screams]
[banging] [groaning]
♪ ♪
[car horn honks]
- Hi, I'm sorry. Can I help you?
- I didn't mean to startle you.
It's just I'm worried about you.
You shouldn't be out here by yourself.
- Right?
I was starting to feel a little nervous.
I--I thought I heard something strange coming from over there.
- Are you headed home?
- Actually, I just missed the last shuttle to my hotel.
I was about to call an Uber.
- I was waiting for someone who didn't show, so I'm free.
Let me give you a ride.
- Oh, um, no, thank you.
I just--I couldn't inconvenience you like that.
- Oh, come on, us trolley dollies
have to stick together, right?
- Well, um, if you're sure
I wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience.
- Oh, come on, it'd give me somebody to talk to on the ride.
Put your stuff in the back.
- Okay.
[trunk closes]
[door opening]
[exhales]
[car engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Um, I think that was the turn for the Aero Lodge.
- Yeah, we're not going to your hotel.
We're going to my hotel.
Oh, it's nothing like that. I just--I know the manager,
and I'm gonna get you set up in a nice suite.
- What airline do you work for?
- Oh, well, that's a very fun story,
and I'm gonna tell it over drinks, on me.
- [chuckles]
[jazz music]
♪ ♪
- I used to be just like you.
Overworked, underappreciated, and dirt poor.
Thanks, Mikey. Keep the change.
But those days seem to be behind me.
- I can see that. What changed?
- I met a man, but not like that.
Um, no, not a kept woman, far from it.
We're, uh, business partners.
- Must be some business. - We like to think so.
It's a private airline.
- I heard those jobs are hard to come by.
- Well, they can be if you're an average woman,
but you don't strike me as average.
- [chuckles]
- And our company is far from average.
Franklin's philosophy was to keep a small base
of the most discerning clients.
We don't go looking for them. They come looking for us.
- How do you manage that?
- Every one of our flight attendants
is also a concierge,
extending not just to the flight
but the entire trip abroad.
- A concierge?
So you, like, help them with dinner reservations?
- You make sure the clients are happy and comfortable,
whatever they need,
and they're very generous if treated right.
Like, some girls are asked to go on destination dates.
- Destination dates? You mean, like--
- I think you know what I mean.
So are you ready to go to the next level,
or are you happy where you're at?
- [exhales]
Thank you,
but I don't think my boyfriend
would appreciate me
going on destination dates with other men.
- Fair enough.
Let me share a piece of advice.
What men don't know can't hurt you.
I'll give you my number in case you change your mind.
♪ ♪
[soft mysterious music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
Of course,
because why wouldn't there be free breakfast in bed?
♪ ♪
- Wait, so she's this jet-setting madam
for these rich guys? I don't get it.
- She seemed pretty legit.
She even asked if I was interested in joining.
- Well? - Well what?
- Are you interested in joining?
- No, I'm not interested. Are you kidding me?
Besides, I'm about to hear back on my bid for the Paris route.
- I know, I know. It's just, you know,
if it doesn't work out, I wouldn't judge you.
Getting paid that kind of money to go on a few dates
just doesn't seem like a bad deal.
- You can't be serious. - Come on.
Maybe even those rich guys are cute.
- Oh, yeah? Just like your shuttle driver?
- Ah, a man in every port.
[laughs] [cell phones buzz, chime]
- Oh, I bet that's our schedules.
- Let's see what fabulous routes
I will be going on.
What the hell? They cut my schedule in half.
- Mine too.
- "Due to a competitive landscape,
we'll be phasing out some routes,"
blah, blah, blah. I mean,
how am I gonna pay my rent?
- Come on. We have to start boarding soon.
Chris, you home?
You would not believe the day I just had.
[woman shouts]
Chris?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[woman moans] Oh, my God.
What the hell?
[shouts] Chris.
- I thought you came back tomorrow!
- Get out!
- Look, she doesn't mean anything to me.
I love you. Look at me!
- Don't touch me!
Are you kidding me? [door closes]
You've been cheating on me this whole time?
- Well, you're never here!
- Oh, so it's my fault because I have a damn job?
- If you just calm down and think for a second--
- Oh, my God.
You did not just say that! Get out.
- No.
- What do you mean, no? Get out of my apartment!
- My parents signed the lease when we didn't have the credit,
so technically it's my apartment,
so why don't you get your things and get the hell out?
- Fine. - Mm-hmm.
- Have a nice life.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
[sniffs]
[sighs]
[shuddering]
♪ ♪
[crying]
♪ ♪
- Lauren?
- Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you.
- No, it's okay. - What are these?
- That's--that's nothing. Don't--don't worry about that.
But what are you doing here so late, honey?
- Um, Chris and I--
- Oh, hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- No, it's not, and we're over, and I have nowhere to go.
- Oh, come on. Don't be silly.
You have somewhere to go. Here.
- Are you sure? 'Cause I feel bad.
- Yeah. I mean, if anything,
you'd be doing me a favor.
You could help me translate teenage girl.
- [laughs]
- Let's get you set up in your old room.
- [chuckles] - I'm gonna grab your bags.
♪ ♪
- You know we could just kill him.
Seriously, we could just go down to the store.
We'll get some plastic tarp, some duct tape,
a nice variety of sharp knives.
We'll just head on over there, and we'll kill him.
It'll make you feel a lot better.
Look, you just gotta forget about him, okay?
He's a creep,
and you're better off without him.
- Yeah, I guess.
[chuckles sadly] It just sucks,
and with work and these schedule cuts, it's just--
- Too much?
It's always gonna be too much, sweetie, till it isn't.
Besides, your dad'll take care of you
until you can get back on your feet.
- No, I know.
It's just my dad hasn't been the same
since my mom died.
Insurance didn't cover a lot of the treatment,
and...
it was really bad towards the end.
[cell phone buzzes, chimes]
♪ ♪
- What is it?
- "We regret to inform you that..."
They denied my bid for the Paris route.
- Oh, honey.
Those routes always go to the dinosaurs.
Rachel said that it took her ten years
to get the Paris route.
I mean, we're just too young and cute.
It's gonna end up taking us years.
What is that? Is that--you kept it.
You kept it. I knew it.
So what are you thinking?
- I'm thinking I'm tired of being a victim.
Our bosses, our boyfriends,
all these men think that they can just use us up
and then throw us out
once they've gotten what they wanted.
I'm thinking maybe it's time we get what we want.
- So you're gonna call her.
- Yeah.
- Hell, count me in. - You sure?
- Let's take these rich idiots for all they're worth.
- Okay.
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
- Welcome, girls. This is your captain, Shane,
and you must be Ashley.
Lauren, she's even more gorgeous than you said.
- Oh, someone who knows how to treat a girl.
[laughter]
- Shall we get this bird in the air?
- Ladies. - Thank you.
♪ ♪
[jet engines roaring]
- Thank you, Lizzie.
Girls, can we get you something to drink?
- Oh, um, can I have a glass of white wine, please?
- Could I do a vodka martini, extra olives, extra dirty?
Like, extra, extra.
- Sorry, she's picky.
- No, I like a woman who knows what she wants.
- See? Amen to that.
Now, uh, where exactly are we going?
- Ah, sorry for the secrecy.
Franklin is a very private man,
very generous and very private.
So sit back, relax,
and just enjoy being on this side of the aisle.
- To being on this side of the aisle.
♪ ♪
- How rich is this guy?
- [chuckles] You're about to find out.
- Let's do this.
♪ ♪
[hawk squawking]
- This way, ladies.
- [whispering] I can't believe someone lives here.
- I could live here.
- [breathing deeply]
[door clicks open, closes]
- Dad, did you take your meds?
[pen scratches]
- Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes, yes, I'm sure.
I have lung cancer, not dementia, damn it.
[knocking] [grunts]
Well, answer the door.
Hannah, love, you've made it.
- Oh, Franklin, darling.
[both chuckling]
Girls, go ahead and have a seat.
- Please, come in.
[kisses]
So you must be Ashley. Oh, just lovely.
[laughing]
And you must be Lauren.
Just as beautiful as Hannah says.
- [chuckles]
I always do right by you, dear.
- Well, there was that one time. - [laughing]
[door slams]
- [sighs] That's my son, Eric.
He means well, but, uh--
- Oh, I feel the same way about my sister.
- Ah, yes, Shannon, correct?
- That's right.
Franklin, you seem to know a lot about us,
but we don't know a single thing about you.
That hardly seems fair, does it?
- [laughs]
No. No, no, it doesn't, does it?
You have brought me a real firecracker here, Hannah.
Are you half as feisty as this one, Ashley?
- Oh, yeah. I'm a total bitch.
- [laughs] Splendid.
All right, then, tell me, what would you like to know?
- Well, Ashley and I were wondering
how someone gets into your type of work.
- Hmm. [grunts]
[inspiring ambient music]
This was my father's retirement gift.
He was an aeronautical engineer.
Flying has always been in my family's blood.
He gave 40 years of his life to the same company,
and when they laid him off,
they gave him this. Not much else.
That's why I keep this trophy,
to remind me of the reward a lack of ambition brings.
[thud]
So--[clears throat] I saved enough
to found my own private airline,
and soon I recognized that the wealthy men
I was flying all around the world
needed more than just transportation.
They needed companionship.
And while society may perhaps
deem what we do a crime,
it is a victimless one.
I personally make sure of that.
I have created a safe, empowering,
and lucrative environment for our employees,
the ranks of which
I would very much like you girls to join.
[chuckles]
I think that you're go-- [coughs]
I think--
[hacking loudly]
Oh--oh, apologies for that.
I'm, uh--I'm battling a bit of a cold.
[chuckles]
But I would very much like you
to get started straight away.
I've arranged for your new uniforms.
They're waiting for you downstairs, mm-hmm.
- All right, girls, I'll show you the way.
Uh, Franklin, any news on Jenny?
- No, I'm afraid not.
I'll--I'll let you know if I hear anything.
[door closes]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- I need you to keep an eye on these new girls.
And Hannah, too. Especially Hannah.
♪ ♪
- Hey, I'm not crazy.
That was kind of intense, right?
- Which part?
Tragic back story man or his creepy son?
- The story and the way the son was staring at us.
It just all feels kinda crazy.
- Mm, but when you're rich,
it's actually just called "eccentric,"
and as long as his checks don't bounce,
he can tell me whatever story he wants.
Okay, what do you think?
- Ooh, that's way too sexy. - Perfect.
Well, I think this deserves a toast.
Where do you think Daddy keeps the booze?
- Oh, you girls look beautiful,
and, uh, the bar is downstairs. Help yourself.
- I'll be back.
- Hmm.
What's wrong?
- I don't know. I'm just--
- Nervous?
- Yeah.
- Lauren, yeah, these guys are really rich,
but they want you,
and that gives you power over them.
You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do.
You don't owe them anything.
Just be your brilliant, sparkly self
and try to have a good time.
- You're right.
Thank you, and thank you so much for this opportunity.
I'm not gonna let you down.
- You're brave.
What you did in Franklin's office,
there's not a lot of people with the spine
to stand up to him. You know what that tells me?
- What? - I made the right choice.
[footsteps receding]
- What do you think your guy will look like?
- I don't know.
- Well, you're not curious? - Of course I'm curious.
We'll find out soon. [car approaching]
- Yeah, but what if they're, like, really gross?
Like, what if they're old enough to be your granddad?
Oh, here they come.
- Okay. [engine shuts off]
You must be Ashley.
I'm Harold. It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Pleasure's all mine. - Oh, no,
I think there'll be plenty of pleasure for the both of us.
- [chuckles, inhales excitedly]
- Hi, there. Thomas.
- Hi, Thomas. I'm Lauren.
I'm looking forward to my flight to Paris with you.
- Well, that makes two of us. After you.
- 'Cause otherwise everything goes haywire.
- Yeah, no, no, fantastic, you know?
- They're hot. They're both, like, really hot.
- Can we please try to pretend like you're a professional?
- Oh, come on. Look at him.
Pretend like you don't want a piece of that.
Honestly, we should be paying them.
- [shushes] They might hear you.
- Oh, whatever. Thank you.
Let's do this. [glasses clink]
The 18-year, neat.
Fine choice, if I do say so myself.
- Thank you. What about you?
- What about me?
- Where's your drink?
- [scoffs]
- Come on. We've got ten hours in the air.
This would be a hell of a lot more fun
if you were under the influence.
- You know, you should listen to my business partner.
He's an expert on the matter.
Why don't you grab some drinks and join us?
[upbeat electronic music]
♪ ♪
[cash register dings]
♪
[both laugh]
Oh, man, looks like Harold might have finally bit off
more than he can chew.
[both laughing]
Your friend is, uh--is not shy.
- No, that's definitely not a word
I'd use to describe her.
- You're different though.
- Am I being too shy?
- No, no, that's not it.
- I'm just nervous.
- I noticed. But can I tell you a secret?
So am I.
- No, you're teasing me.
- Honest. I mean, don't get me wrong.
I'm having a great time with you, but all this,
it just seems so weird, right?
- It does, doesn't it? - Right?
This whole world, to some guys,
it comes so natural.
It's exactly what they want, but--
[laughing]
but for me it--you know,
sometimes it feels like it's what I'm supposed to want,
like I'm trying to meet someone else's idea
of who I'm supposed to be, you know?
- What do you actually want?
- That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?
I haven't quite figured that out yet.
- Yeah. - But I hope to.
- That's really brave of you to admit that.
Not many men would.
- Is it brave, or is it crazy? - Yeah, or that.
I'll make you a deal.
For the rest of the trip,
I promise to stop being so nervous
if you promise to stop caring so much
about what other people think.
Deal?
- Yes. - [yelps]
[thuds] [laughs]
I'm okay. [laughing]
- Oh.
♪ ♪
[jet engines roaring]
- [speaking French]
What do you mean, the meeting is canceled?
I just flew halfway around the world.
- Well, looks like I gotta smooth a few things over
with Harold, and, uh, some clients,
but would you like to join me for dinner tonight?
- Sure. Um, what do you have in mind?
- It's your pick, concierge. - [chuckles]
- Oh, and, uh, just a heads-up.
I had a couple of things sent to your room.
Just text me.
Let me know where to meet you tonight.
- Get it, girl. - You're so gross.
- Yeah.
Uh, Harold's meeting got canceled,
so he's just gonna go ahead and buy me some things instead.
You, uh, cool to get to the hotel on your own?
- Yeah, I'll be fine. Are you gonna be okay?
- I'll get by. - Okay.
- [giggles]
[door creaks]
[soft compelling music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
Oh, my God.
"Hope you can find something you like, Thomas."
[chuckles]
That won't be a problem.
♪ ♪
[giggles]
- [coughing]
[knocking]
Uh, come. [sniffles]
[groans]
- You wanted to see me?
- Oh, Hannah. Yes, come.
Come closer.
[sighs]
So how did things go today?
- Ah, as well as can be expected.
- Mm. [chuckling]
And, uh, how are our new girls faring?
- So far, so good.
- Um, keep an eye on that Lauren.
Uh, she intrigues me
and reminds me of someone I know.
[laughing]
[coughing]
[groaning]
[breathing deeply]
- I'm worried about you.
- I'm so lucky to have you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Someone who I can trust to look after the girls
and everything else after I'm gone.
- [shushes]
[both laughing]
Well, what kind of talk is that?
You're not going anywhere,
not if I have anything to say about it.
- [groans]
- How about you get some rest?
- No, I--
Uh... - Uh-huh.
- Uh... - Yeah.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- [laughing]
- [gasps]
Eric, why am I not surprised
to find you here lurking in the dark?
- What did the old man want with you?
- Why don't you just ask him?
Or maybe you can just keep eavesdropping
and have better luck next time.
- Hannah? - Yes?
- I wouldn't talk to me that way.
I am gonna be your boss one day.
- Hmm. I wouldn't be so sure.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[car engines revving]
[soft music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hi. - Hi.
- Wow, you--you look, uh-- - Oh, this old thing?
I just found it laying around my room.
- [laughing]
Uh...
Can I take your coat? - Yeah.
Thank you.
I don't think I've had someone do that for me in... ever.
- Well, clearly you've been hanging around
with the wrong kind of men.
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Did I hit a little too close to home?
I'm sorry. I--I--
I mean, seriously, if you don't mind me saying,
whoever he is, screw him.
He's not worth your anger or your regret.
- Thank you.
Recently I had this ex who...
You know what?
Never mind. You're right.
He's not worth it.
What about you?
Do you have any first-date- inappropriate baggage
you'd like to trudge out next?
- Nah.
No, I'm--I'm the opposite, really.
You have to have had a real relationship
in order to have relationship baggage.
I travel so much for work, it keeps me so busy,
[laughing] it's...
it's not a great formula for a healthy relationship.
- That's fair. It must get lonely.
- Yeah. Oh, champagne?
- Mm-hmm. - Bonjour.
[speaking in French]
Is there anything else you would like to start?
- [speaking in French]
- I didn't know you spoke French.
Have you--have you spent much time here?
- No, um, actually,
this is my first time outside of the U.S.
- Oh.
- I've always loved French culture and the language.
I'm actually really happy
that I finally get to put it to good use.
I've always dreamed of exploring Europe
and, um, experiencing everything,
so I think I'm gonna learn German or Dutch next.
- Wow.
Wow, you just--you're full of surprises.
You know, I have to say,
you're not like the women that I'm used to.
[chuckles]
You know, most of them are more interested
in collecting designer shoes than languages.
- That's not fair. - Oh, no, I--I'm sorry.
I didn't--I didn't mean-- - I like shoes too.
[both laughing]
- Oh, that's so funny.
[both laughing]
Oh, so I had a great time with you tonight.
- You know what? I did too.
- Yeah?
My apartment isn't too far from here.
Would you maybe want to come up for a nightcap?
[upbeat seductive music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
[giggles]
[moans]
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
♪
[moans]
♪ ♪
- You okay? Did I do something?
- Oh, no, no, no, it's not you. It's just--
- Okay.
- I just--it's--you know,
it's so soon, and it's my first flight.
- Well, yeah, it's--it's okay.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to.
- No, I'm so sorry.
You were incredible tonight.
- No, it's--it's fine.
You don't--you don't have to explain anything.
It's okay.
You're safe.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Do you, um...
Just want to lay here for a while?
Is that okay?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Is this okay?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
[breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[door slams] - [gasps]
Oh.
Oh, it's--what's--what's the--
what's there?
Uh--oh.
- Just came to check on you. - Oh, God.
Oh, I'm fine.
Or at least I was.
[breathing heavily]
I'm tired. Let--let an old man sleep.
- Not too tired to have
late-night meetings with Hannah though.
- Is that what this is about?
I--I wanted to hear about the day's business.
You know, if--if you paid more attention to such details,
then perhaps you could update me instead.
- Maybe I would if you actually gave me any real responsibility
or trusted me with anything important.
- Er--Eric, please. - Dad, you're not well.
Hannah, these other women,
they're taking advantage of your generosity,
and you're letting them walk all over you.
- [exhales sharply]
- Let me take care of you.
Let me take care of everything, the business you built.
We could be making so much more money...
- Oh, no, no--
- If you just stopped babying these women
and listened to me.
- Eric.
[chuckling] Oh, my son.
It's not all about the money.
Look, God...
I love you, but if you don't see that,
you'll never take over my business.
You s--you simply don't have the mind nor the heart for it.
When I'm gone,
I've decided Hannah will fill my place,
and you will support her in every way you can.
- Is--is this some kind of a joke?
- Look, perhaps when you-- if you put your mind to it--
- No, I--
[dark music]
I have given you everything!
I--I have spent my entire life
trying to be like you, trying to earn your respect.
- And all that has done is kept you
from becoming your own man, a good man.
Instead you've simply hidden in my shadow,
and for that part, I know I bear some responsibility,
and I hate myself for it.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you.
- Oh, please.
You care more about your damn whores
than you've ever cared about your own son!
And you know what? That's your weakness.
You talk about ambition,
but you can't see what's truly important
standing right in front of you, but I can!
Remember Jenny?
She was stealing from you.
It was only a matter of time before she betrayed you,
so I--I took care of her for you.
- You--[stammers] I don't--
you murdered her?
- I took initiative!
I--I have only ever wanted what was best for you.
- Eric, what have you done? - Dad, please.
- No, stay away from me. Stay away from me!
[coughing]
I need the--I need-- I can't--I can't breathe.
I can't--Eric, I can't breathe.
Give me the--give me, give me, give me--
- [shushes] - No, no, no. No.
- [shushes]
It's all right.
[shushes]
- [muffled shouting]
- It's all right.
[whispering] It's all right. [soft compelling music]
♪ ♪
- [groans softly]
♪ ♪
"Thank you for an incredible night.
P.S. enjoy the gifts." That's sweet.
♪ ♪
[gasps] Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
- So he just gave you all that stuff,
and you didn't even sleep with him?
- He was honestly, like, really sweet.
- Yeah, I'm getting diabetes just hearing about it.
Well, meanwhile, I'm walking kinda funny,
and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep.
- Mm, yeah, life is really hard.
- You know what? It's just--
it's just not all that bad, you know what I mean?
Oh, you know why?
Because I'm rich, bitch.
[both laughing]
- Franklin, are you in here? Franklin!
Oh, Franklin! Wake up.
Somebody help me!
Oh, wake--oh, my God.
Oh, God. You're so cold.
[breathing heavily]
Yeah, yes, we, um--I need you to send an ambulance.
He's not breathing. Please, as soon as possible.
Baby? Baby, hold on.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Hey.
Thank you for coming.
- Hi. I'm--I'm so sorry.
- Come here, have a seat.
With Franklin gone, his son is now in charge,
and I'm expecting a smooth transition,
but Eric's not the same kind of man his father was.
- What does that mean? - Well, for you,
I hope nothing.
I just need you to be aware these are troubled times,
so keep an eye out, and I'll do the same.
- Okay.
I--is there anything I can do? - No, oh, sorry.
Just focus on your flight tomorrow.
I've heard nothing but good things from Thomas.
But tomorrow is Berlin,
and every client presents a new challenge.
- Yeah. I can believe that.
Hey, I really am sorry about Franklin.
I wish I would've gotten the chance to know him better.
- He really liked you, and I can see why.
Get some rest.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
- That portfolio is absolute garbage.
Like, what was he thinking?
So I turned it around, implemented my solutions,
and it ended up coming in at 7 1/2% above projections.
It just--he couldn't see it, but to me it was so...
♪ ♪
Well, the night is young.
Shall we go back to my hotel for a drink?
- It's getting kinda late, don't you think?
- Well, I--
- I hope to spend time with you again in the future.
- Please, don't go. Did--did I say something wrong?
I know I can be a little stiff on dates.
It's something I wanna fix about myself.
- No, Jonas, there's nothing to fix about yourself.
You're a wonderful man,
and I had an incredible night with you tonight.
Shouldn't that make us both feel good?
- You know, you're right. I had a great time too.
[rain pattering]
Here.
Hope to see you again next time?
- Of course, next time. Good night.
Not bad, Lauren. Not bad.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Your 18-year.
Your martini.
Your Manhattan.
Your gin and tonic.
[all shouting]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, you hit it again. - Okay.
[laughs]
- Whoa!
- Yeah. - [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Cool.
- Three, two, one. Surprise!
[laughs] It's yours.
- That's the biggest TV I've ever seen in my life.
♪ ♪
- I had a wonderful time with you.
I had a wonderful time with you.
I hope to see you again soon.
♪ ♪
- Do you want to take a picture?
- Yeah. I've never seen one.
- Yeah? Let's take a picture.
[camera shutter clicks] - [laughs]
Okay.
Wow.
Mm-hmm.
[kisses]
♪ ♪
- So wait, you're telling me after all this time,
you haven't slept with any of your guys?
- Nope.
- Not a single one? - It's not a big deal.
I mean, we don't have to sleep with them.
- It's encouraged.
- You should try it sometime. [car approaching]
- No, thanks.
I'm actually perfectly happy having a little extra fun,
especially when it means I get to go home
and sleep on a big pile of cash. [car doors closing]
- Ashley, my darling.
- Harold. Back for more, I see.
- I could not get enough. - Mm.
- Hi, Paul. My name is Lauren.
It's a pleasure to have you on our flight.
Make sure to let me know if there's absolutely anything
I can do for you.
- Mm, sounds good to me.
I might just take you up on that, Lauren.
- [chuckles]
[jet engines roaring]
So there we are in the middle of the desert,
our limo broken down with a trunk full of coke
when all of a sudden this police officer--
[cell phone buzzes] Hold on.
[sighs] I need to take this.
- No problem.
- What's going on?
Okay, so handle it.
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
See something you like? - [chuckles]
- Sorry about that. Work crap.
Money never sleeps, right?
- Yeah, that's what they say. - [chuckles]
Speaking of which, I'm beat.
Want to head back to the, uh, hotel?
- Sure, whatever you'd like.
- Did I tell you you look beautiful tonight?
It's like, did you see that guy in the hockey suit?
- Yes. [chuckling]
- And, uh, this is me.
Come on in.
I've got a ridiculous bottle of tequila
for us from Guadalajara.
- That sounds lovely, but it's getting late.
I think I'm just gonna head back to my hotel room.
- What? Come on.
It's barely midnight. Have a drink with me.
- Thank you, but I really am tired.
I had a wonderful night with you.
I hope to see you again soon.
Whoa, easy, slugger. I said no.
- You know how much I'm paying by the hour for you,
and you won't even give me a damn kiss?
Come here.
- [grunts]
Stop! You're hurting me!
- I'm kidding. - Let go of me.
- I'm kidding. Just calm down, okay?
I was kidding. Wow, you really need to relax.
Come on in, have one drink with me.
Come on. Let me make it up to you.
Come on.
- Ow! - Come here.
- [grunting] [blow lands]
- [groans] You bitch!
[blow lands] - Ow!
- [groaning]
Just wait a minute!
Wait a minute, you bitch!
- [panting]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
Lauren. Lauren. Lauren, come on.
Don't be like this. Let's talk about it.
I'm sorry, okay?
Open this damn door right now, you stupid bitch!
Open this damn door right now!
You bitch! [pounding]
Open this damn door!
- [crying] [phone trilling]
[cell phone buzzing]
- Well, hi, Lauren.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.
What's happened?
Okay. [shushes]
You know, just stay exactly where you are.
Do not leave your room,
and I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?
Bye.
[phone trilling]
Jake, hi. Is your jet prepped?
Yeah, I'm gonna call in that favor.
Thanks. Bye.
- [exhales]
[breathing erratically]
[knocking]
- Lauren, it's Hannah.
- One second. [exhales]
- Oh, hi, honey.
Oh, it's okay. It's okay.
- I'm so glad you're here. - It's okay.
It's okay. I got you.
- I mean, just-- it all happened so fast,
and he was on top of me, and I couldn't breathe.
- Okay, breathe. It's okay.
Have a seat. Have a seat.
You're okay. You're safe now.
I'm so sorry that that happened to you.
I mean, Paul's never been one of my favorites,
but if I thought that he was capable of this,
I never would have sent you here with him.
You know that.
- Yeah.
[sniffles] - Aw.
Look, this should never happen again,
but if it does,
I want you to have this.
I always carried it strapped to my thigh,
and I only ever had to take it out once.
I never had to use it, and I hope you won't either,
but there's nobody out here protecting us,
so we have to protect ourselves, right?
- Right.
- There.
When we get home,
why don't you take a couple days off,
spend some time with your family?
- Okay.
You know, you could have just sent someone else
or arranged a flight.
Why did you come all the way here?
- 'Cause no one was there when I needed them to be...
And I wanted this to be different.
- Thank you.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- I'm so sorry that happened to you.
I--I can't believe that asshole did that to you.
I can see why you needed some time off.
- Yeah.
I mean, honestly, when I first accepted this job,
that's kind of what I was expecting.
Meeting nice guys like you kinda threw me off.
- Well, if I ever see that piece of garbage,
I'm gonna--I'm-- I don't even know what.
I'm--he's not gonna like it.
- Has anyone ever told you you're cute
when you're protective? - I'm serious.
What if you would've gotten hurt?
What if it would have gone further?
- But I didn't. I'm okay.
- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay, and you're sweet.
Now on to happier things. I got you something.
- What? You got me something?
You didn't have to get me anything.
- Just be handsome and grateful.
[fiddle music playing]
[both chuckling]
♪ ♪
- Wow. [chuckles]
Wow, uh, to remind me of your profession?
- No, you dork.
To commemorate where we first met.
- Well, you're sweet. I--I love them.
I really like you, Lauren.
I'm hoping you feel the same way about me.
♪ ♪
And the silence is kinda scary.
- No, I'm sorry.
I've just been thinking
about this moment for such a long time.
I was afraid I was just being
a silly little girl with a crush.
I had no idea this could be real.
[upbeat sultry music]
♪ ♪
- You're incredible. - So are you.
- I don't want to see anybody else.
- I don't want to see anybody else either.
Um, I'll talk to Hannah, my boss, and, um,
I'll figure something out.
- Yeah? - Yeah, it'll be fine.
- Wow.
Well, if, uh--if you're gonna be sacrificing
your income to be with me, then maybe I can help.
- No, I couldn't ask you to do that.
- No, I want to.
Let me help take care of your family.
I'll pay for your sister's school,
talk to some of my business partners,
push through some of your dad's designs.
- You would really do that for me?
- Yeah, of course.
I know it's soon, but, uh...
I think I'm falling in love with you.
- I think I'm falling in love with you too.
♪ ♪
[exhales sharply]
[phone trilling]
[cell phone buzzing]
- Well, hi, Lauren.
How is the rest and relaxation treating you?
- Um, it's--it's been good. Really good.
But I have something I need to ask you about.
- Okay, honey. What's wrong?
- No, nothing's wrong.
Quite the opposite, actually. I think I'm in love.
[giggles]
- Oh, really? Who is it?
- One of my clients.
- Oh, honey. - I--I know how that sounds.
I do, but he's different.
I don't know. I mean, who knows?
Maybe you're right and this is gonna be a horrible mistake,
but he's a good man.
I know that,
and I really want to see where this goes,
and that means I probably shouldn't be going
on these dates with other guys, right?
- I guess not.
Does that mean you're quitting? - I'd rather not.
I mean, if I could just be
a regular flight attendant for you,
a concierge and a tour guide,
just without any of the other stuff.
- Mm, yeah, I don't know if that's gonna work.
[exhales sharply]
I mean, Eric is usually
quite difficult about this kind of thing,
but you know what? Let me talk to him.
- Thank you so much, for everything.
- Mm-hmm. Bye.
[soft dramatic music]
[knocking]
- Enter.
- Eric.
- Oh, it's you. What do you want?
- Well, there's been a development
that you should be aware of.
Our girl Lauren would like to take a step back.
- Lauren? What?
No.
She's one of our biggest earners.
Figure out a way to make it work.
- Well, I don't think it's possible.
She's fallen in love
and does not want to see the rest of her clients.
- Does it look like I care about love?
Entice her, scare her, I don't care.
Whatever you have to do, okay?
- No.
- No?
- Mm-mm.
- What do you mean, no?
- Lauren is not a slave.
She's her own person. She wants out, she wants out.
I'm not gonna let you bully her
into doing something she doesn't want to do.
- You won't let me? Wow.
Okay.
Let me make something abundantly clear to you.
I am in charge.
These girls, they're not your friends
or your sad surrogate daughters.
They are assets. Tools.
Valuable tools with one purpose:
to make me money.
My father may have treated them like princesses,
but they aren't. They are property, and they c--
- Oh, I wouldn't go there. - Ah, ah!
I am not finished.
You, too, are a valuable tool.
I didn't keep you around for your shining personality.
I expect you to manage these girls,
or I will kick you to the curb like the trash that you are.
- Listen, you son of a bitch-- - No!
You listen to me!
You have your orders. Carry them out.
Otherwise, Lauren may no longer be valuable to me,
and she may have an unfortunate accident,
just like Jenny.
- Jenny. - Mm-hmm.
- You're evil. - No, I know she was keeping
the company's cut for weeks,
saving up,
trying to get ahead before she could quit,
and I know you were covering for her.
Now, the only reason I didn't rat you out to my father before
is 'cause I know he would never have taken my word over yours.
Since Jenny wanted out and Jenny was stealing from us
and Jenny would have sold us out to the Feds
or worse when she ran out of money,
Jenny was dealt with!
Now go handle Lauren or she will be dealt with too.
- No.
I cannot let you continue to abuse these girls.
- [chuckles]
What are you going to do about it?
- You were so worried about Jenny going to the police.
I could bury you.
- Be very careful, Hannah.
There are some lines you cannot uncross.
- No, you be very careful, Eric.
Maybe you should sit here at your daddy's desk
and think about what he would want you to do for once,
because yes, he's already gone,
but it's not too late to prove
that you weren't a total embarrassment to him.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[breathing heavily]
You should have done as you were told.
[grunts]
- Hannah said she'd talk to Eric,
but that was a couple days ago, and I still haven't heard back.
- Hmm. [cell phone buzzing]
- Oh, maybe that's her.
Uh, it's Eric.
- That's weird. Well, are you gonna answer it?
- I--I guess I should.
Hi, Eric. What's up?
- Lauren, I hate to do this to you,
but I need you and Ashley in Paris ASAP.
- Oh, um, has Hannah talked to you recently, by chance?
- Yeah, she said you wanted to take a step back.
- Yes, um, would that be okay?
- Listen, we're in a real sling over here,
and it would be a huge help if you could just
take a few extra flights while we figure it out, okay?
- Oh, okay. Um...
That seems fair.
- Great. Bye.
[phone beeps]
- I guess we're going to Paris.
- Isn't it weird that Boss Man's calling us about that?
I mean, isn't that Hannah's job?
Hmm.
- Hi. I just got to my hotel.
I'm so excited to see you.
- Yeah, I'm excited to see you too.
I miss you.
Uh, so when should I expect you?
- Um, I'm just gonna do a few more flights
because Hannah's been so good to me,
and I don't wanna leave anyone here in a bind,
but I'm only working tonight,
so maybe I can come over tomorrow?
- Yeah, okay. Uh, yeah, well, I...
I sense some wine and chocolate in your future.
- Sounds perfect. Okay, um, I gotta go.
I love you.
- I love you too. Be safe.
- Bye.
[chuckles]
[pounding at door]
- Hi, Lauren. If you're watching this,
then there are some things you need to hear
because if this has been delivered to you,
then I'm probably dead.
I have been growing more and more worried about Eric.
He is a time bomb waiting to blow.
He's begun hurting girls and I think even worse.
Another girl named Jenny, just like you,
wanted to get out, and she's disappeared.
He may have killed her,
so if I'm gone, you are not safe.
You need to do whatever Eric says.
Just pretend however you can,
and collect as much information
about him as you can get
and take it to the cops and put him away.
It's the only way that you and your family will be safe.
I'm really sorry that this is all landing on you,
but I believe in you.
You're really like the daughter that I never had,
or maybe even like the daughter I could have had
if I'd made some different choices.
Be strong,
be careful,
and know that I'm thinking about you.
[kisses and blows]
- [exhales sharply]
[laptop closes]
[breathing heavily]
[cell phone trilling]
- Hi, Thomas? I--
something terrible has happened.
Please call me back.
[pounding at door]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Who is it?
- [silly voice] Your worst nightmare.
Whoa! Calm down, Zorro.
- Get in here.
There's something you need to see.
- Be careful and know that I'm thinking about you.
- This is a joke, right?
Please tell me that this is a freaking joke.
- This would be a pretty sick one if it was,
but I--I really don't think it is.
- Why would you even show me something like that?
I mean, I--I have a lot of things to do before I die.
- We have to do something. He killed Hannah.
I mean, he probably killed Franklin.
One of us could be next, or one of the other girls.
We aren't safe. We--we have to take him down.
- Take him down?
Take him down? No.
No, no, no. - Look, all we have to do
is just get some evidence on him.
- Yeah? How?
- I have an idea.
- You want me to do what?
- You will be completely safe.
We just need your help in case something happens here.
- This is what you've been actually doing this whole time?
I mean, I never thought
that you would do something like this.
- Shannon, I know.
I didn't--I didn't want you to see me like this
or think of me like this, but you saw the video.
This is serious. Will you help us?
- [exhales sharply]
[tense music]
- Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay.
I can help.
Let me put you on speaker phone.
Yeah, um, let me send you this link.
Okay. [cell phone buzzing]
Download this app onto your phones.
You sync up and done.
Okay, as long as you have this open,
your cells will record everything you hear.
They'll save it locally and then stream it
all to my laptop too.
I'll be able to listen and save everything here.
- Shouldn't we talk to Thomas?
This seems like something that he should know about.
- He isn't answering his phone.
Besides, our dates for tonight are already set.
We can't bail or we'll look suspicious.
We just need Harold or Jonas to spill some dirt on Eric.
- Well, like what? - Maybe ask about other dates.
Uh, that girl Jenny that disappeared?
Maybe they know something,
anything you can use as evidence.
- And then we'll go to the cops,
he'll go to jail,
and we'll never have to worry about him again, okay?
- Okay.
- My dear, you're too kind.
- No, you are.
Thank you for taking me to this place.
You have exquisite taste.
- You know my secret.
Flattery will get you everywhere,
and I love this place.
I never get to come here for my business meetings,
but when out for pleasure...
- To being out for pleasure.
- Ugh, gross.
[inhales and exhales sharply]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Paul. Hi.
I'm sorry. I just--
I was expecting somebody else.
- Yeah, Harold had to fly home last-minute,
and I just happened to be in town.
Lucky for both of us, huh?
- [chuckles] Yeah.
Um, it's just, um,
I heard about what happened with you and Lauren.
- Listen, we--we both had a lot to drink that night,
and it was all just a big misunderstanding.
Let me come in, and I'll explain.
- No, I don't think that's such a--
- No, no, no, hold on.
Hear me out, okay? I really need to clear the air.
- So how did you come to know about our service?
- Oh, that's, uh--do you really want to hear about all that?
- Don't you enjoy getting to know each other better?
I'm curious about how a man of your stature operates.
- Well, in that case,
I'm actually an old friend of Eric's.
Met him in boarding school when we were just kids.
- He is doing a great job
of taking over for poor Franklin.
He does seem kind of mysterious though,
don't you think?
- Eric, mysterious? I--I don't know.
- Oh. Not even a little bit?
I do love a good mystery.
- [sighs] Well, I have heard things.
- What sorts of things?
- Uh, let's just say I wouldn't be surprised
if he's gotten his hands dirty.
He runs with a rough crowd
and doesn't take fondly of disloyalty.
- Do you think he'd ever get violent?
- Maybe, but I'm sure he's got people who would.
[cell phone buzzing]
- Oh, I--I'm so sorry. This--this might be important.
- Yeah, of course. Go right ahead.
- Shannon, what's going on?
- You need to get to Ashley's hotel room right now.
- What's wrong? - Ashley's date is Paul.
He figured her out. He's--
- Come here, you stupid bitch. - No!
Stop!
- It sounds like he's gonna kill her.
You have to stop him.
- I'm coming.
[suspenseful music]
- Bitch. [grunting]
- [gagging]
- I'll kill you, you bitch.
- Get off! - [grunts]
- [coughing] - You!
[blow lands] - [grunts]
- I'm gonna do to you what I should have done last time.
- Please. - Thanks for the second chance.
- [grunts]
- [gasps] - [coughs]
Are you okay? - Yeah, I think so.
Are you? - Yeah.
I don't--I don't feel s--
- Ashley? Ashley!
Ashley, wake up!
What do I do?
[phone trilling] Please, please, please, please.
Thomas! Thomas, Thomas, I need help!
[gasping]
- What the hell-- what the hell happened?
- He's dead, and she's not waking up.
Eric, he killed somebody, and maybe a few people,
and we were trying to prove it, but--
- Whoa, whoa, wait, Er--Eric killed who?
What are you talking about?
- We were recording evidence on our phones,
and Shannon was listening.
She--she has a copy too, and then this happened.
What are we gonna do? Do we call the cops?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, we don't call the cops.
We don't call the cops, okay?
Just let me think about this for a second.
- He's dead! - Don't worry about that.
I know a guy that can take care of that.
Okay, first we need to get her to a hospital.
[sirens blaring]
♪ ♪
Okay.
All right, don't worry about her.
She's gonna be safe here, okay?
As soon as she's fit to travel,
I'm gonna get her on a flight home.
- Thank you.
I'm so sorry for bringing you into this.
- No, hey, hey, there's none of that, okay?
We gonna get through this together,
but right now we gotta move fast.
We gotta get you out of the country.
You could still be in danger, okay?
I have a friend of mine who's a pilot.
He's ready to go right now.
- Okay. [sighs] Okay.
[car engine turning over]
[car engine rumbling]
[brake clicking, engine shuts off]
- Okay.
- So this pilot, do you trust him?
- With my life.
- Okay, and what about that thing you said in the hotel?
I mean, you have a guy that can take care of it?
What does that mean exactly?
- Oh, exactly what it sounds like.
[laughs]
You should have done as you were told
'cause now we have to take care of it instead.
- Thomas, we need to go.
Thomas, it's a trap. We need to--
- It's okay. It's okay.
- You knew? - I'm sorry.
- Why?
- Eric and I have been best friends
since boarding school. We grew up together.
I couldn't just stand by and watch his life get ruined.
- Don't touch me! - Just--okay, it's okay.
Lauren, it's okay. Just listen to me, okay?
Everything was happening really fast.
That's why I brought you here,
so we could talk and figure this out.
No one's gonna hurt you.
- Liar! - No--hey, hey, man!
You said you wouldn't hurt her!
- I lied. - You said you wouldn't hurt--
this is not what we talked about.
I came to you with this because I trusted--
- Grow up, Thomas!
Your little girlfriend was gonna put me in jail.
You think I was gonna let that happen?
Oh.
Can't forget about these, now, can I?
I heard about your little recordings,
and don't worry.
I know you have backups at Daddy's house,
so I sent Carl over there,
and I told him not to hurt your family
as long as they cooperate, so who knows?
[dog barking in the distance]
[engine shutting off]
♪ ♪
[gun cocking]
♪ ♪
- Thomas, please. You don't have to do this.
- Thomas is going to do what's best for him
and not let a silly infatuation ruin his life.
Isn't that right, Thomas?
- Eric, come on. You proved your point, okay?
You have the recordings. She's scared.
Just let her go. - Sorry, pal.
Real life doesn't work that way,
and it's about time you learned that.
Say hello to Hannah for me. - No!
[gunshot]
- Thomas! - Lauren! Lauren, run!
Run! - No!
[gunshot]
- No, no, no!
- [breathing heavily]
[TV playing]
- Passing it quickly over to the right,
dribbling up to the side corner...
[cheers and applause]
He takes a shot, begins and in the air,
drives down the lane.
Beautiful pass to the big man underneath.
[TV continues indistinctly]
[cell phone buzzing]
[gunshot]
[both grunting]
- Oh, Dad, please pick up.
Dad?
[both grunting]
[gunshot]
- [groaning]
- No, no, no. - Oh, my God.
- Oh, shoot. Shoot.
No. Please.
[both groaning]
What were you-- what were you thinking?
She's dead! It's all your fault!
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- Dad?
Dad!
[gunshot] [screams]
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
- Nice try, but your time is up.
[both grunting]
[blow lands]
[both grunting]
- [gasping]
- [grunts] [blow lands]
- [groans] [both breathing heavily]
- Dad! Dad!
- Get the gun! get the gun!
- Okay.
[both breathing heavily]
- God, I gave you opportunity.
I gave you more money than you could spend.
I gave you everything, and what did you do for me?
Betray me?
God, you're all the same,
a bunch of ungrateful, worthless little whores,
and it all ends here.
Any last words?
- Say hello to Hannah for me.
[slicing] - [grunting]
- [breathing heavily]
- [groaning]
[squelching]
[gasping]
- [breathing heavily]
Thomas!
Oh, my God!
- No, no, Lauren, you gotta go. - No, no, no.
- You can't be here. Eric--
- Eric's dead. Eric's dead.
This looks really bad.
We need to get you to a hospital.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go.
- Oh, wait, wait. Just give me--
just give me a minute. Just give me a minute.
[both breathing heavily]
Okay.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean-- I didn't mean for this.
- None of that matters now, okay?
- I was just trying to do the right thing.
- [softly] I know.
- If things were different...
I think I could have made you happy.
[gasping sharply]
- You did.
[crying]
♪ ♪
[overlapping chatter] - Yeah?
Really? All day? - This smells really good.
- Well, let's hope so. - [laughing] Yeah.
[overlapping chatter]
- Oof. - Yeah.
- That's tough to do. - I know.
- Literally tough. - I don't know how they do it.
- Bon appétit.
- Oh, wow. That looks incredible.
- This is bouillabaisse,
one of Marseille's signature dishes.
- Oh. - It smells fishy.
- That's because it is fish, you dingus.
Now dig in.
So how's Stanford?
- It's great. Hot.
- Hot? That's it?
Glad you're getting the most out of your time there.
- How's school here? - It's been incredible.
I mean, getting to know about art and culture
right in the heart of it, it's been a dream come true.
Oh, and Ashley has some good news of her own.
- Yes, I'm getting my masters in fashion design, bitches.
Just got accepted,
so now all I have to do is, you know,
learn the language before classes start,
which shouldn't be too hard.
[laughter]
- Congratulations, Ashley. - Yes, us American girls
are totally gonna kill it this year.
Marseilles won't know what hit them.
- Mm-hmm. Hear, hear.
To family and to getting what we want, our way.
[all chuckling]
Hey, pass me more of that bread.
- Don't eat all the bread, weirdo.
Save some for the rest of us.
- That's bad for you anyway.
- Stop. Dad, tell her to stop it.
- Listen to your sister, Shannon.
[laughter]
[uplifting music]
♪ ♪