[sirens blaring]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[body thuds]
[high-pitched whirs
and beeps]
- Max, come on!
Max!
- You couldn't just invent
a narrative about me.
You're doing it
to yourself as well.
♪ ♪
- [exhales]
♪ ♪
[phones ringing]
- Annie.
Annie, is Max okay?
I know you're probably mad.
But seriously, is--is he okay?
- We were only trying to--
- We?
We?
Okay.
Uh, where are your injuries?
Oh, none.
You don't have any.
Great, okay.
I told you you could leave.
- Annie, please,
you gotta listen to me.
Alex stole a ton of money
from Lionfish
and from his own clients.
And my picture was
on their computer
and so was Miranda's
but it said that her name
was Elena--
- Then maybe it wasn't her.
- No.
- Can--can you hear yourself
right now, Cassie?
You've--you've totally lost it.
- No, li--
- You've--
- Listen to me.
Max literally saved my life.
He pushed me out
of the way of a--
- So I just got a call
from a friend
at the local precinct,
and he told me that they're
holding a 17-year-old girl
who just learned
a pretty fucked-up lesson
in driving while high.
So no one was chasing you,
and there's no conspiracy.
- No, that's impossible.
That's not what that was--
- Oh, really?
Because that's the part
of the story
that sounds insane.
- Annie, please.
This is way bigger
than any of us even thought.
- So, uh, in the entire history
of our friendship--
is that what we're calling it?
- What?
- Are we calling it
a friendship?
Anyway, uh, in all that time,
you've never seen me mad.
So I'd back the fuck off
if I were you.
[vending machine beeping,
whirring]
[tense music]
- Did they find
a flash drive?
Listen--it's
a "Hello Kitty" flash drive.
Max had it in his pocket.
It was really small.
But it has all
the information you need.
There is proof on there,
I swear.
- As long as you swear,
Cassie.
[indistinct chatter]
- Annie.
Annie!
Wait.
Where is Max?
- Surgery.
Do you understand the severity
of this situation?
- Yes.
I'm sorry.
I didn't seem them
wheel him out, okay?
But--where are his clothes?
Wh--he put the flash drive
in his back pocket.
I watched him do it,
So can you check th--
Yeah, okay.
♪ ♪
- There's nothing.
- Okay, yeah, um...
- There's nothing?
See?
- He did.
He put it in--
- There's nothing, no.
You don't have any proof,
Cassie.
All you have are impossible
stories about stalkers
and women on trains
and rich parents with guns.
- You're the one who told me
about the Sokolovs, okay?
And the proof you need is on
the "Hello Kitty" flash drive.
- Don't you dare say
fucking "Hello Kitty" to me
one more time,
I swear to God.
There is no drive, Cassie.
- We were trying to help you,
okay?
We were trying
to get information
that didn't come from you
because you said
the FBI was on--
- Oh, you were concerned
about me!
- Yeah!
- Oh, my God.
Okay.
That's great.
Ask me about my day.
So I can tell you
about the fucking hell
that I went through for you
before I even found out
about Max.
- I don't--what?
- Ask me.
- What are you talking about?
- Do you know what?
Just shut up.
- You just told me to ask you!
- Shut up!
[distant phone ringing]
Okay.
Um...
So Max is very injured.
And all you can
talk about is you.
- That's not true.
I did CPR.
I called 911.
- Oh, my God.
Congratulations, Cassie,
for being a human
and doing the right thing.
That's amazing.
- What else was
I supposed to do?
I am sorry.
I did not mean
for him to get hurt.
- I'm done.
- Annie.
- Get your shit out
of my house.
I'm done.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
[door creaks, thuds]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- [sighs]
f
♪ ♪
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- Cassie?
Uh, it's pretty late.
- Oh, God.
[laughs]
Sorry.
I didn't even realize
how late it was.
Um...I--so--
I just thought we should,
like, connect more.
- I'm sorry.
Are you asking me to, like,
hang out with you?
- We should--we should
do something, you know?
- Yeah, I'll see you
on the Rome flight.
- Wait.
The Rome flight?
What?
- In two days?
Girl, you are such a mess.
- God.
[phone buzzing]
f
♪ ♪
- You got Shane.
Leave a message.
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- Hi, Cassie.
- Hey, Megan.
Whatcha doing?
[whooshes]
- Are you gonna call
every person you know?
Are you pathologically
incapable of being alone?
- Are you?
I do not wanna be
in this room, okay?
I wanna be in the real world
with my real friends.
- Well, good luck with that.
You've alienated
everyone in your life.
- Yeah, you're crazy.
My friends love me.
- [scoffs]
- I was thinking--
do you wanna go get oysters?
Just me and you,
like a little--
a little girl's oyster night.
- You okay?
- Yes.
I'm totally fine.
In fact, I'm really good.
I'm sorry.
This is, like,
super last minute.
But, um, you always say
we don't hang out enough.
So I thought, what--
let's hang out, right?
- Okay, Cassie.
We're both adults.
And I can tell the difference
between real excited
and fake excited.
So what do you need?
- Why do you always think
something is wrong?
- Well, maybe it's because
it feels like
you only call me
when you need something.
- Does it really?
That's interesting.
Because I thought you wanted me
to call you more.
You know, the way
you call me all the time,
leaving me so many messages.
- Cassie, I already apologized
for calling so often.
- You even left me a message
in Korean.
Yeah.
So you're leaving me messages
in other languages,
but I just wanna
simply call you
but I guess I can't do that,
so.
- Korean message?
How?
- Yeah.
You and some guy.
Talking.
I don't--
- Uh, you know what?
It was actually Bill and I.
Yes.
Yes, we had this, um,
weird sex thing.
And it's just
totally embarrassing.
So could you just
delete that for me?
- Nah.
I think I'm gonna keep it.
I'm gonna keep it for fun.
Gonna translate it later
when I feel like it.
- [laughs nervously]
That--no, no.
No.
Uh, you know what?
Where are you?
I-I'll meet you
for that drink.
- You know what?
Nope.
I'm over it.
Vibe ruined.
You ruined it.
I should've--
should've fucking known.
- Eh, Cassie?
C--
Cassie!
- [sighs]
[tense music]
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- ♪ I need ♪
♪ I need you ♪
♪ I-I-I-I-I need-- ♪
[intriguing music]
- Hi.
- Well, that was
a quick answer.
- Are you lonely?
Do you wanna see me?
- Yes, and absolutely yes.
♪ ♪
All right.
See you at my place.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[dramatic music]
No, no, no, no, no.
I do not wanna be in this room.
I am leaving!
[whooshing]
[dramatic music]
Uh...
That's never happened before.
- Cassie...
You gotta stop lying
to yourself.
- No.
No, no, no, no.
You--you stay in there.
[door rattling]
And I-I'm gonna--
I'm gonna stay out here.
- So here's what
we're gonna do.
We're just gonna talk this
through like rational adults.
f
[glitching]
♪ ♪
You can't ignore me, Cassie.
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- I'm hungry.
Do you wanna get breakfast?
- Excuse me.
Hi.
Can we get some more
bottomless mimosas please?
- Yeah.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Can we keep those?
- [laughs]
You know what?
I can't see the bottom of this.
This is, in fact, bottomless.
- You know
what's also bottomless?
- What?
[chair creaks]
Hm.
What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
[giggles]
- Hi, everyone.
- Oh, she--she didn't like
what she saw.
- Come here.
- Yes.
- [clears throat dramatically]
So unfortunately,
we have this weird policy
where we require people
to stay fully clothed.
[laughter]
You need to pay and go.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- So Cassie went to Alex's
apartment, then came here.
- That's right.
I saw the guy she was with
pick the lock to get in.
- Why is an empty warehouse
so important?
- Maybe they stole
all the stuff.
You know, if they had access
to a big truck maybe.
- If they had a big truck,
you would've seen it
when you were following her.
- Isn't it time
for your next shift?
[tense music]
- [sighs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[car door opens]
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone ringing,
vibrating]
- What?
- Uh, what's with
the federal raid of Lionfish?
- Well, thanks
to the blonde woman,
they had to clean
everything out overnight.
Hold on.
How the fuck do you know
about that?
- Because I'm watching
it happen.
- God damn it.
You told Victor
you were back in London.
Why are you in New York?
And why does everyone have
to listen to him
except for you?
- I just need
to clean things up
before Victor realizes
I'm not in London.
Kay?
- [laughs]
Good luck with that.
- Oh, come on.
Outside of this,
we're friends.
Jesus, I even let you
take care of my cat.
- For two years.
It's not your cat anymore.
It's my cat
that I never wanted
just like these
fuckin' phone calls.
- Yeah, okay.
Listen.
If Victor asks,
I just need you to tell him
that you've seen me in London.
Okay?
- Would you do that for me?
- I'll pay you.
Cash.
f
- Fine.
Fine.
A few more days.
But that is it.
♪ ♪
- Feed my cat.
[rock music playing]
- Ooh, hey, girl!
- Hi, Mick!
[laughter]
Hey, babe.
Hey, can we get two please?
- Of course.
- You a regular or?
- Uh, you know, just a little.
[Dolly Parton's
"Here You Come Again"]
- [gasps]
Ooh.
- You know I love this song.
- [laughs]
I know you do, Cassie.
- It's my favorite.
- What song is this?
Cassie and jukebox:
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ ♪
- You know the words too.
Sing it.
Cassie, Buckley:
♪ To get myself together ♪
♪ You waltz right
through the door ♪
♪ Just like
you've done before ♪
♪ And I wrap my heart ♪
[music warping]
♪ Around your little finger ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just when I'm about
to make it work without you ♪
♪ You look into my eyes ♪
[dramatic music overlapping]
♪ And lie your pretty lies ♪
[distorted music]
♪ And pretty soon
I'm wondering ♪
♪ How I came to doubt you ♪
- Cassie...
[glitching]
Ca-Ca-Ca-Cas--
- This is not funny.
The hell are you doing?
[dramatic music]
- ♪ Just leave it up to you
and in a little while ♪
♪ You're messin' up my mind ♪
♪ And fillin' up my senses ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪
- [gasps]
[glitching]
- Cassie!
- [breathing heavily]
- ♪ Lookin' better
than a body has a right to ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ That all I really know
is here you come again ♪
- Hey.
Hey.
Let's go sit over there.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- We never go into the city
on our weekly dates.
This is fun, huh?
- Mom, where are we going?
- Oh, I gotta make
a quick stop.
But I thought that we could go
to Big Gay Ice Cream.
Hm?
Sound fun?
- Yeah, I guess.
Stop where though?
- Oh, uh,
Cassie has something of mine
that I need to pick up.
And she's not answering
any of texts, so...
- Oh, my God.
Can't this this wait until--
I don't know--
I'm not involved?
- Sorry.
I need this right now
so please get over it.
- Cassie.
Cassie is the absolute worst.
Why do you even like her?
- Uh, 'cause
she's my best friend.
Thank you.
- It's kind of sad
how you think this, like,
party monster girl
is your best friend.
- Well, you know what?
I like her, okay?
She does whatever she wants
and revels in it,
and people love her.
And Eli, that is--
f
I just hope that you
never have to experience
feeling unseen or unwanted
in your life, okay?
[classic rock music playing
over radio]
'Cause if someone was
to make you feel that way,
it's just terrible.
[typing on phone]
Are you even listening to me?
- I found Cassie.
- What?
- Here she is.
At a bar singing Dolly Parton
songs 28 minutes ago.
- [laughs]
That is genius.
How did you do that?
- So we're going to a bar.
Cool.
- [laughing]
No.
I'm going to a bar.
You are going to wait
in the car, young man.
- Oh, come on.
[high-pitched ringing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [echoing]
Cassie?
[glitching]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Cassie!
[high-pitched ringing]
- [giggles]
♪ ♪
- Um...
Behind you, do you see
that guy over there?
- Uh...yeah.
The one with the checkered tie?
- Okay.
You can see him too?
- Yeah.
- Okay, good, 'cause, um...
He's been following me.
This is not the first time.
- So you've--you've got
a stalker?
[laughs]
Brag.
- Thing is--
hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Hm?
- [whispers]
I think he's an assassin.
- Wait.
Is this--
is this some sort
of fantasy role play thing
or something?
- Okay.
Fuck it.
You know what?
I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna ask him.
I can't take this anymore.
- Wait--ask to see his, uh--
his passport.
Or--or his license to kill.
[laughs]
[sighs]
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, hey.
Are you stalking me?
Are you trying to kill me?
Because I know
all about Lionfish.
And I know
you've been following me
so what's up with that?
Hm?
♪ ♪
Wait a minute.
Are you FBI?
Oh.
Just tell me you're FBI,
and then I'll leave you alone.
I would love that because
that would mean I was safe!
I--okay.
This is good.
♪ ♪
Wink.
Just give me, like, a--
Just give me a wink
and then I'll know.
Then I'll know.
It's like a sign.
♪ ♪
Okay.
That was not a wink
but it was something.
[whispers]
You're FBI.
- Nah, I'm just--
- Yeah.
I knew it.
- You're nuts, lady.
♪ ♪
Drinks?
- Fresh drinks!
- Okay.
Move it over, buddy.
- Hey.
Come on in.
- Okay.
- So?
- What?
- How'd it go
with your stalker?
- Oh.
Oh, no, no, no.
Everything's totally fine.
It's no big deal.
It's the FBI.
They're watching me.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- I-I mean, I didn't know
I was dating someone
who was so important.
- Are we dating now?
Is that what we're doing?
- Yeah.
Okay, okay.
What if I, um--
what if I say we should
just run away together?
Just--just run away
from everything right now?
What would you say?
- Um, that's...
[laughter]
It's a good question.
I'm gonna--I'm gonna
think about that answer.
And I'm gonna come back...
- Okay.
- And I'm gonna tell you.
- Okay.
I'll tell you my answer
when you get back.
[indistinct chatter]
f
[poignant music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
Oh, my God.
This is such bullshit!
- You can't run away from me.
I'm in your head.
It's just me and the mess.
- Fine--that's fine.
You--you can be here.
But I don't wanna be
in this room.
I thought I made that
pretty clear
when I physically
ran out the door.
- Well, I don't know,
but unlike everyone else,
you can't seem
to get rid of me.
- Well, you said no one would
wanna spend time with me.
- Ah.
- You were wrong.
- Sure.
It's been a great night and day
with dead cat guy.
I was obviously talking
about people who know you.
- Oh, great.
Please.
Share your wisdom please.
- I'm not telling you anything
you don't know, Cassie.
You get it?
I'm telling you
that even though
your life is
in real danger,
your only wish
is that anybody--
literally anybody
had answered your call
because Annie cut you off.
♪ ♪
That's just sad.
- It's not--Annie and I--
we'll--we'll make up.
We'll be fine.
We're always fine.
- She's done.
I saw it.
I was there.
- No.
No.
I'll prove you wrong.
- Hasn't happened yet.
[tense music]
[whooshes]
- [inhales]
♪ ♪
[whispers]
You're the worst.
♪ ♪
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Sorry I had you wait out here,
but I found Cassie,
got what I wanted--
- Cool.
Whatever, Mom.
- Well, thank you
for your help.
[car clicks]
- Hey.
Hey.
I gotta go fix things
with my girlfriend, Annie,
like, right now.
- Oh, yeah.
She's your lawyer friend.
Right?
- Yeah.
Come on.
We're leaving.
Where's my phone?
- Okay.
- Are you sitting on it?
- No.
- Where is it?
- [laughs]
It's on the fucking floor.
[laughter]
I mean...
- Wait.
Where are you taking me?
- Do you really care
where I'm taking you?
- No.
I would go anywhere with you.
- Good.
That's what I thought.
Let's go.
[rock music playing
on the jukebox]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Oh!
- [chokes]
♪ ♪
- You didn't mention Bowden
brought up Lionfish
when you interviewed.
- Are those my notes?
- It's your field report.
- It didn't really register.
- Is it completely lost on you
that the warehouse
we were standing in earlier
is leased to Lionfish?
- How am I supposed to know
that one of the crazy things
she's said is even
tangentially relevant?
- Bowden was in that warehouse.
And at Unisphere
and at the Sokolov's.
And all those things,
she's linking in her statement.
- Try this.
Bowden and Sokolov
knew each other in New York.
So they were flirting
on the plane
because they were
already involved.
Something went bad in Bangkok
during their marathon
love fest.
She snapped.
She killed him.
And everything she's been doing
since that moment
has been cleaning up any proof
that they knew each other
before the flight.
- What about
everything she said
outside of Sabrina
Oznowich's apartment?
- If you wanna look into her
crazy statement, then great!
That sounds like
a really fun project for you.
I'm staying focused on Bowden.
- Being your partner is really
infuriating sometimes.
[door creaks, keys jingle]
- Come on.
- Wow.
[intriguing music]
So...
Do you always hang out
in your friends' apartments
when they're not home?
- No.
They gotta come home
sometime, right?
- [laughs]
- Here.
You take that one.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
[door opens, closes]
- [whispers]
She's home.
- Holy fuck.
- Hi.
- Are you for real?
- I--we need to talk.
And this was the only way
it was gonna happen.
I had to come here.
- Who's this?
- Yes.
This is, um--this is Buckley.
He is a guy that I am...
- Buckley.
- No, you're right.
You gotta go.
Yeah.
You gotta leave for a second.
- But we just got here.
- I know.
He's gonna leave.
- Okay.
Nice to meet you.
- He's leaving.
- I'll be right here.
- Yeah.
Okay.
- Yeah.
You should leave.
- Annie, I am so truly sorry
about what happened.
You have to know that.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, no.
You said that already.
And I got it.
And I want you to leave.
- Any time you and I get bad,
we always--we always--
we fix this.
- Okay, so the man
that I love--
Fucking fuck.
Yep, okay.
Uh...
[laughs]
The man that I love
is laying in a hospital bed
and it's your fault so.
- You love him?
- No, no, no.
This is not with this is.
It's not a sharing moment.
Um...
I'm really sick of having
to excuse you and forgive you
'cause I'm not the answer,
Cass,
to whatever crazy thing it is
that you're trying to drown out
with, like, partying
and booze and Buckleys.
And what the fuck
kind of name is Buckley?
- It's a family name, he's--
- Okay.
Can you go away?
- Hold on.
Let me get this--
Let me get this straight.
You're sick of forgiving me?
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
- How about me
having to forgive you?
- [laughs]
I'm sorry.
What?
- I have forgiven you
for so much shit.
It's--I mean, let's think.
This--oh, yes!
Our trip in Cabo
when I fell asleep in the bar,
and you left me there!
Yes? Yeah.
That was--
how about, um,
the trip to Palm Springs?
That bed--remember--
you broke the bed
and then you blamed it on me?
- Mm-hmm.
- I paid for it.
Like, what was--what was that?
- Okay, so, Cassie,
you got Max hit by a car.
- I know.
I know.
I--
It's hor--I feel horrible
about it.
- Uh-huh.
- I'd never--
but friends, you know, we--
we mess up,
and then we forgive each other.
And I am only asking
for just one more--
- Okay, you know what, Cassie?
Let's just be honest.
Our friendship doesn't work.
It just doesn't work, so...
- You want--you want honesty?
So I-I come to you
as a friend, right?
And I tell you--you want me
to tell you things.
And I tell you
someone's stalking me.
And you didn't believe me.
What do I do with that?
What about your honesty, Annie?
Huh?
I still don't know
what the fuck you do for work
and why you have a creepy
third cell phone from 2004.
And I didn't even
know Max existed!
[tense music]
- Y-yeah, you're right.
- Yeah.
What?
- You're right.
That's--maybe, um...
maybe our friendship
only works because, uh...
we don't show each other
the messy bits.
You never had
to call me a liar
and I never had
to call you a drunk
but that's what we are, Cass.
♪ ♪
- I am not a drunk.
- You can barely
stand up straight.
- If you wanna
call me names
and not believe
what I tell you,
that's fine.
But you--you are not
better than me.
- I didn't say that I was--
I just called myself a liar.
God--
Okay.
You know what?
Um...
So I don't have
the emotional bandwidth
to fight with you today,
'cause I'm a little tapped out.
So I'm done.
And, um...
I'm gonna need you to get
your puppy from the hallway
and, uh, leave please.
- Wow.
Wow.
Wow!
Kay.
[solemn piano music]
You know what, Annie?
You know what?
I did not think this
would go like this.
- Did your plan go wrong?
I'm so sorry.
My heart breaks for you, Cass.
Grow the fuck up, okay?
♪ ♪
- You know,
you're gonna feel really bad
when I wind up dead.
♪ ♪
Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go do something crazy.
- Yeah!
Crazy.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[car horn blares]
[indistinct chatter]
- What the--the hell is this?
They think this is funny?
What--
[chain jingles]
This pony is
completely chained up here.
It's fucking animal abuse.
- Right.
It's not a real pony.
- Symbolism?
Ever heard of it?
I don't like
what this represents.
- The world is
a messed up place.
Hey.
But what if--
what if we set him free?
[glitching]
[laughter]
And we're back!
- Look, I-I get
that you're in denial
but do you realize
what you are about to do
in broad daylight?
- Do you know why Buckley
is so much better than you?
Because he--he wants me
to be me, you know?
- [scoffs]
- He doesn't, like,
judge me or...
He doesn't question
every fucking move I make!
[whoosh,
high pitched ringing]
- Yeah, what do you mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You wanted
to do something crazy.
- Yes!
- Let's set him free!
- What do you mean?
What do you mean?
- Just help me, help me,
help me, come on, come on.
- Shh. No, we can't.
- If we get bogged down
in logistics,
we'll never do it.
Just do it.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
Too hard.
- Just--
[pony rumbling]
- [yelps]
- You're about to steal a ride
that's designed for children!
- Okay.
You know what?
I got a--I'm gonna
tell you a thing.
You ready to hear a thing?
- Yes.
- Here it is.
I am not gonna always think
about you.
Okay?
I feel like I should
but I'm not going to
because I can't.
Because if I keep thinking
about you,
I'm gonna go--
I'm gonna go insane.
Do you want me to go insane?
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
[whooshes]
f
- [whispers]
Let's go.
- Um...
[laughs]
- Let's go.
Let's go.
- Wait, what are you--
- Just go!
- Oh, my God.
[laughing]
[glass shatters]
[whooshes]
Hurry!
Hurry up.
- Wait, wait, hold on.
- Hey!
- Oh, my God.
Oh, fuck.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go!
[glass shattering]
[pony thuds, glass shatters]
- [yelps]
- Wha!
Shh.
- [laughs]
- What the--
- Look at his dumb face.
- I am so sorry.
I have--
I didn't mean to...
- It was--it was--
- Hey.
They stole my horse!
- No.
- No, no.
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Fuck!
Fuck.
We are justice!
- Hell yeah!
[engine turning over]
[siren blares]
[engine revving]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
[knocking]
- Um, Annie?
How's Max?
- Jessica, um...
He's fine.
Uh...
He's fine.
You got my message.
Thanks for coming.
I just didn't wanna be gone
for too long
in case, um...
In case I don't know.
[laughs]
- Oh, um...
I brought you something
you can't kill.
I mean, uh,
something that won't die.
Oh, my God.
I just didn't think
you'd want flowers or anything.
- It's fine.
Thank you, Jessica.
It's fine.
[clears throat]
Please take this
to give to Diana.
It's my...
letter of resignation
from Davis & Carlisle.
- Oh, wow.
Why?
Sorry, I mean,
shouldn't you give it
to her yourself?
- No.
Yeah, no.
If I go in there,
she'll convince me to stay
because I, um, want to.
Uh, but I realize
that I can't, so.
- I don't understand.
Is it the firm?
I mean, you're so good.
[phone ringing]
- This is cute.
Um...
Your name isn't Jessica, is it?
- It's Jennifer, actually.
- Right.
That's--
[groans]
Cassie was right.
Wow, I fucking hate that.
Um...
Why would let me
call you Jessica?
You know what?
Don't answer that.
Just--you shouldn't let people
tell you who you are.
Um...like, for instance,
my name's actually
pronounced Ah-nie.
Um, it's Armenian.
But when I was little,
kids, uh, just started
calling me Annie
and so my name
just kind of changed.
- Oh.
Do you not like Annie?
- Look--what people call you
is important, okay?
Like, I don't know.
Say they call you
an ace lawyer.
And one day, you--
f
You just fucking
withhold discovery.
Uh, or start meeting
with clients in meat lockers.
And then suddenly a woman
eating a rare steak
is just, like, asking you
to murder a man.
And that happens.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
Um...
Wow.
Sorry.
That, um...
[laughs]
Please just don't let people
like Diana or like me,
um, tell you who you are.
Okay?
- I don't think
I can just become a Jessica,
but I'll miss working for you.
And I'll give this to Diana.
f
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- [through car radio]
Breathing is so important.
We can forget
to be present
and just experience
this moment.
This now.
- Oh, shit.
- It's happening to you.
[dramatic sting]
- [grunts]
[both grunting]
- [gasps]
[dramatic music]
- [yelps]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
[body squelches]
- It can seem elusive...
- Fuck you.
- That are beyond
your control.
Every breath becomes
a wave of comfort
washing over you washing over
your present circumstances.
You have the power to stop--
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
[camera shutter clicking]
[tense music]
[door creaks, slams]
[keys jingling]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- You're doing it right now,
you know?
You don't even realize it.
♪ ♪
[distorted voice]
You don't even realize it.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[distorted, glitching]
You don't even realize it.
- Why is it changing?
- Let's go.
He's not coming.
- Yes, he is.
- He's probably
getting drunk somewhere.
- Shut up, Davey.
- If he cared, he'd be here.
- He just doesn't care
about you
because all you do is complain.
In fact, he hates you.
And so do I.
[dramatic music]
- Stop!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[droning]
[laughter]
[glitching]
[cheers and applause]
[laughter]
[glitching]
- Whoo.
- Hand cake.
- Stop.
- [laughing]
- Don't do that.
- What's going on
with your memory?
- No, you're doing this to me.
Stop doing this to me.
- Whatever this is,
you're doing it.
- Double fist!
- Dad.
- Come on.
- You're gonna ruin it.
- Come at me.
- Dad--
[laughter]
- What's wrong with you?
- Come on!
We were playing around.
It was an accident.
You two are so uptight.
- And you're too full of beer
to know what you're doing,
Hank.
Jesus.
- Get up.
You're not hurt.
- [cries]
- Get the hell up.
[cracks beer]
[laughter]
- Why did that change?
- I think this
is what really happened.
- No.
This is not what happened.
We were having fun.
It was--okay.
That was my fault.
I started that.
I don't wanna see this!
- What the hell is that noise?
[car horn blaring]
- [breathing heavily]
[distorted laughing]
- No.
[laughter]
- This is what really happened.
- Hi.
- She's just a child, Hank.
You act like she's
your drinking buddy.
- I'd drink with my son
if he wasn't such a little fag.
[distorted voice]
Little fag.
[glitching]
- Ugh.
God!
[gasping]
No, no, no.
[sobbing]
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[inhales]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[cell phone ringtone playing]
[line ringing]
- Hello?
- This is a collect call
from the 120th Street
Correctional Facility
in New York.
To accept, say "Accept."
- Uh, I'll accept.
Cassie?
- [sighs]
Uh, hey.
This is my--my one phone call.
So...
- I'm your phone call?
- Yeah.
- Wait, uh--isn't there
someone closer
that you could--like Annie?
- No.
I'm just, um...
I just need to talk
to you real quick.
Don't worry.
- Well--
f
I wish I could, like,
I wish I didn't have to w--
are you all right?
- I'm fine.
- Cassie, you're not fine.
This is not
a fine phone call.
- So here's the thing, um...
[emotional music]
All these years, I thought
you were so crazy.
Like, I--I treated you
like you were crazy, you know?
Your version of our childhood
was just so unreal.
Like it was--
it was not real to me.
♪ ♪
And I-I can't change
what Dad did, you know,
and how he acted but, um...
I think I was part of it.
And I was so wrong.
I was so wrong.
I am so, so, so sorry,
you know?
I'm starting to think
that it was kind of my fault.
- No.
- And I'm so sorry.
- No.
I never...
I never thought that.
- I just remember
Dad being so good.
♪ ♪
I really wanted him
to be good.
- I know.
We all do what we can to...
To--listen.
Do you, um...
Do you wanna tell me
what's going on?
Because I know
something is going on.
Just so maybe I can help.
- No.
Just, you know, ruining my life
one person a time.
I can't drag you into that.
- You can.
You can, yes.
You can drag me into this
'cause what's the point
of having a big brother
if, you know--
gotta be good for something.
- I just have to figure
some stuff out.
Really.
It's gonna be okay.
- Right.
Cassie...
♪ ♪
[sighs]
You know I love you.
♪ ♪
- It's not okay
how Dad treated you.
- I know.
I know.
But it's not okay
how he treated you either.
- [gasps]
[whispers]
Yeah.
Okay. I gotta go now.
I love you.
I gotta--I gotta go now.
[breathing deeply]
[birds chirping]
- You know, I didn't realize
when you joined the swim team,
it meant that I would be
waking up with you.
[both laugh]
Thank you for that.
- [sips drink]
- Here.
I made this for you.
- Thanks.
- And don't chug it all at once
or else you'll be bouncing
off the walls, okay?
- Ma, for what it's worth,
I actually had fun playing
detective with you yesterday.
You can be, uh, pretty cool.
Sometimes.
- Good luck today.
- Thanks.
- No.
- What are you doing
up so early?
- Ah--oh, there's some
computer issue at work.
They need me now.
- Oh.
[tense music]
Right now?
- Yes, right now.
- What comp--
- No.
I don't know.
I'll call you later.
- Okay.
- I love you, baby.
- Love you too.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Bowden.
Wake up.
You posted bail.
- I--really?
[keys jingle]
Who--who posted it?
Was it the, um--Buckley,
that guy I came in with,
the B--
I don't even fucking know
his last name.
- No.
He's still being held.
- Uh...
- Get up.
Let's go.
Whole world's waiting.
- [groans]
[car horns blaring]
Oh.
[groans]
[intriguing music]
Ugh.
[dramatic music]
- We need to talk.
[Dolly Parton's
"Here You Come Again"]
- ♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I've begun
to get myself together ♪
♪ You waltz right
in the door ♪
♪ Just like you've
done before ♪
♪ And wrap my heart
'round your little finger ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I'm about
to make it work without you ♪
♪ You look into my eyes
and lie those pretty lies ♪
♪ And pretty soon
I'm wondering ♪
♪ How I came to doubt you ♪
♪ All you gotta do
is smile that smile ♪
♪ And there go
all my defenses ♪
♪ Just leave it up to you
and in a little while ♪
♪ You're messin'
up my mind ♪