CLAIRE: I just feel like they worry about me,
but they don't see me or know me,
and they're never gonna love me as much as they loved her.
That fucker has all the answers
to every question in my life.
I'm going to get him to tell me them.
Thank you for tonight.
[dramatic music]
ALISON: Tyler, no.
SARA: It needs to stop.
If you having feelings for me,
then you need to just come out and say it.
What would Clive think if he knew?
CLIVE: Bery. BERY: We've been in touch.
He sent me something. I think you should read it.
♪ ♪
CLAIRE: His friend gave him a letter,
which has to be from Edwin.
You got fired,
and you got me fucking fired, too.
DRAKKON: Accelerator!
But, yes, I can increase the power
of any electrical device to evil proportions!
CARTOON CHARACTER: Stealing again, Drakkon?
What ever happened to inventing your own stuff?
DRAKKON: It's called abstract--
Oh, get on with it.
CARTOON CHARACTER: How about you get on with it?
DRAKKON: No, it's not the time to question the nature
of our relationship.
CARTOON CHARACTER: Okay, fine,
but I am not doing this for you.
I'm doing this for me.
[suspenseful music plays]
[all screaming and grunting]
Booyah.
[ray gun firing]
Whoa!
♪ ♪
[shouts]
BILL: Man.
No.
That's not acceptable.
I need you to do your jobs.
Every single person on the island,
in the States, in your fucking agency
thinks this is a cover-up.
So find the damn proof!
[scoffs]
It was a bogus timeline from a corrupt detective
who had to just resign, for fuck's sake.
I got to bury my daughter in an hour.
Don't tell me to calm down.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
CLAIRE: Mama.
MIA: [sniffling]
You need to get dressed for the funeral.
We should probably take those out.
CLAIRE: [whimpers] MIA: I know, sweetie. I know.
But you're so brave.
Almost done with this one.
It really hurts. MIA: I know, honey.
I--
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[distant siren wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[car horn honking]
♪ ♪
[line trilling]
♪ ♪
[phone vibrates]
- What? - Oh, my God, I got you.
SUNITA: I need you to stop calling me.
CLAIRE: Look, I feel so terrible.
Okay, yeah, I promise, I'm gonna make it up to you.
SUNITA: How?
You gonna pay off my student loans, my rent?
Are you gonna get me another job
that actually gives me enough time to work on my screenplay
and is ten minutes from where I live?
Oh, and offers health insurance?
Didn't think so.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm... I'm a fuckup.
I-I got carried away. I know that, and--
SUNITA: You know what? Just stop.
I'm done. This is exactly like last time.
You're not eating. You're not sleeping.
You're like a walking time bomb.
And you know what, Em?
I'm sorry that your sister died,
and I'm sorry that you ran into the guy who killed her,
but you need to get some fucking help,
because at this point, you've become a stalker.
CLAIRE: I know. I'm sorry. I'm gonna stop so soon.
It's just--I need to know what's in that letter.
I'm outside his apartment now.
I just need to figure out how to get inside.
Oh, my God, Emily, do you fucking hear yourself?
CLAIRE: Sunita, please-- [phone beeps]
Fuck.
♪ ♪
GOGO: [groaning]
PERSON: Hey.
You dead?
Just checking.
PERSON: Yeah, I tried to come.
Yeah, I'm saving everything.
Farhad's an asshole. I hate all these guys.
I got to find a new place.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[baby crying]
♪ ♪
[person shouting]
♪ ♪
[keys jingling]
♪ ♪
[lock clicks]
♪ ♪
[softly] Fuck, fuck, fuck.
[indistinct chatter] PAUL: I don't know.
You want a-a breakfast eggroll? JAMIE: Oh, there you are.
Brett and I got in a huge fight last night.
He apologized. I said, "Fine.
As penance, you're gonna watch the kids all day."
GREG: Yeah. JAMIE: I'm gonna hang
and gossip with my gays." [laughter]
EDWIN: Morning, miss.
TYLER: Hey, Alison.
What was that about?
Oh, it turns out Tyler's a closeted douche.
- What's a douche? - A word you shouldn't say.
Mm, dork but slimier.
I thought that was going well.
Yes, well, I have only known him for six days, so...
I think we will all get over it.
I'm gonna go take a walk.
[upbeat tropical music playing]
EDWIN: Hey, guys.
Des, you got one for me?
[chuckles]
What's up your ass today, man?
♪ ♪
BERY: Gogo, come here.
Stephen saw Julian out last night with another man.
He minutes working here be numbered.
Poor Julian, just being himself.
Serves he right. He's so obvious.
[scoffs] Well, now you're gonna end up
having to carry all his slack today.
♪ ♪
SINGER: [through headphones] ♪ I wanted to be like you ♪
♪ I wanted every-- ♪
BIGGIE: ♪ I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause ♪
♪ I love it when you call me Big Poppa ♪
♪ Throw your hands in the air-- ♪
EDWIN: Hello, hello, Miss.
ALISON: Hi. EDWIN: [chuckles]
Here you are again.
Since when you listen to music like that?
BIGGIE: ♪ I love it when you call me Big Poppa ♪
ALISON: I love hip-hop.
Where he from, then?
Since you're such a big fan, right?
He from New York,
the greatest city in the world, your home.
You know, I have a cousin who live there.
He live in Queensbridge.
You ever been Queensbridge?
Maybe, yeah. I-I think so.
It's cool.
Ever since he moved there, I knew I could do it, too.
What's it like?
It's amazing.
I mean, I live more, like, city-adjacent,
but I-I take the train in all the time for the culture...
nightlife.
It's fun.
You like culture?
I do. G--
- [chuckles] - I love theatre
and restaurants... - Mm.
And traveling.
Mm, one sunny resort after another.
That's not true! [laughter]
We went to Rome last year.
[both chuckling]
Okay.
You know, this island, we have culture, you know?
We have culture. We have tradition.
We have everything as old and as deep as Italy.
You have never even left the hotel.
Show me, then. I--
I would love to see what your island has to offer.
I-I want to experience all of it.
Ooh, all of it?
Yeah, it'd be cool to lime with you after work.
Hmm.
Oh, you want to lime?
You want to become like a native now, right?
Tell you what, Miss.
I don't think you can handle it.
Well, how can I convince you?
Mm, um...
I can't. - No ideas?
EDWIN: No, no, no, no, no.
Why don't you-- Give it--give it a go.
Why don't you try?
[soft music]
[panting]
Oh, hey. [door closes]
Don't you have that deposition? What are you doing back?
It's 10:00 a.m. Why aren't you at work?
I, um... [sighs]
I got fired.
You got fired?
When?
Last night.
Why'd you get fired?
Well, I, uh, didn't hand the cut in on time.
I got sidetracked.
JOSH: [sighs]
CLAIRE: Josh.
Are you seeing someone?
CLAIRE: What?
I ran into him, you know, the cab driver,
the one who walked you to the door.
Saw him at the restaurant where you bought the, uh...
the plantains.
CLAIRE: You think I'm--
I'm having an affair with a cab driver,
because, what, we both like plantains?
Don't do that.
You've been lying to me...
for so long,
and I've tried to let you sort it all out on your own,
but, um-- but I can't take it anymore.
Josh, Josh, please.
Josh, I need you!
Yes, I haven't been letting you in, but I want to.
I want to tell you everything.
Okay?
I will tell you everything.
Tonight.
We're supposed to have dinner with your parents tonight.
Oh, fuck!
Josh, stop, please.
Look at me.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I would never-- never cheat on you...
Ever.
♪ ♪
I promise.
I love you.
♪ ♪
[door closes]
♪ ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
SUSAN: Mia.
Hi. - Hi, Susan.
Oh, it's-- it's so good to see you.
And, Clairey, look how big you've gotten.
[chuckles] I'm just here stocking up.
Molly's home from her first year of school.
Oh, Molly. How is she?
She--she was just devastated
to hear about Alison, Mia.
We--we all were.
If you need anything, we're here for you.
Just call.
I really appreciate that.
Thank you, and I will.
It was nice to see you, Susan. - You too.
MIA: Okay.
[sighs] Okay.
[scanner beeping]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
MIA: [softly] Okay. It's okay.
[beeping continues]
BILL: Have you read the coroner's report?
No. So... [sighs]
So do the background checks again.
No, I-I won't accept that.
I will-- I will never accept that.
♪ ♪
How many times do I have to go through this with you guys?
It's--it's been six fucking months.
Fuck!
♪ ♪
Grocery store? MIA: Yeah.
I talked to my sister.
[sighs]
She offered to take Claire to Paris for the month.
Mm, no.
I want her here with us.
MIA: I-- Bill, the fucking tabloids,
the TV--
she can't keep hearing this stuff about her sister.
BILL: Her sister's dead, Mia.
There's nothing we can do to change that.
MIA: Her tic's getting worse.
She's just a little girl, and we have to protect her.
♪ ♪
CLAIRE: That is so fun.
MIA: Ooh.
Oh, hey!
You seem energized.
Good walk?
ALISON: Great walk. MIA: Oh, good.
Listen...
they're organizing a really big scavenger hunt later.
Should I sign us up?
No, I'm in the mood
for something a little more exciting.
MIA: Okay, well, what were you thinking, sweetie?
I think we should go off the resort.
MIA: Well...
I could see if they have those whale-watching tours.
You remember the one we did in Saint Martin?
CLAIRE: I love whales! ALISON: No.
No, it needs to be specific to the indigenous culture.
CLAIRE: What's that?
ALISON: I'll be right back. I have an idea.
MIA: Just so you know,
I'm never letting you go to college.
[laughter]
EDWIN: Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm,
Gogo, why you--why you shaking up drinks, man?
Your head up you ass? Julian been fired.
EDWIN: For what? - You know for what.
EDWIN: Oh, can't keep the cocks out of he mouth?
But, shit, Go, we a man down--
Oh, no, we an anti-man down.
Gogo, should I get the beer myself?
GOGO: No, no. - I can see it.
EDWIN: Des, Des, come give Gogo a hand, come.
DESMOND: I'll give you some more.
EDWIN: He be slammed here. Come give a hand.
I gonna give two hands, because Gogo be my friend.
Okay, good for you.
You see, I be a true friend to he.
Are you high?
You okay?
I still feel like a prick. OLIVIA: You'll bounce back.
I mean, find someone who's-- like, who gets you, you know,
and just, like, wants to be around you and stuff.
TYLER: I apologized.
I didn't mean to--
It's not even about you, you know.
Edwin just makes for a better story for Alison...
to take back to Princeton with her.
- Wait, what? - What?
Alison's with Edwin?
I don't-- I don't think I said that.
I, uh, um...
Okay. Tyler, I'm so sorry. I--
Just--if anybody asks, I didn't say anything, okay?
BERY: I can't believe you got my doing this.
DESMOND: Sorry.
BERY: You know I'm a babysitter, right?
DESMOND: Yeah. No, Stephen need to pay us more.
[both chuckle]
Look, um, Bery... BERY: [chuckles]
DESMOND: Um, can I talk to you about Edwin?
BERY: Yeah, sure. DESMOND: [grunts]
ALISON: Hey, Desmond-- [sighs]
My family and I would love to see more of the island.
DESMOND: Oh, sure.
You want to do, like, a snorkeling excursion
or a ziplining tour or someth--
ALISON: No, something not silly and touristy.
Like, do you have something more authentic?
Ah, perhaps, like a restaurant for dinner?
I have the perfect place. Look, my friend Jeanne run it.
All the local people frequent there.
ALISON: Yes, amazing. DESMOND: You know?
I'll sort out all the transportation for you,
and you just need to be there, yeah?
7:00? DESMOND: 7:00 works fine.
Thank you. Bye.
DESMOND: [sighs]
BERY: What did you want to talk to me about?
Um...
[sighs]
You ever notice anything between Edwin and Sara?
Like--like, maybe he have feelings for her?
No. No way.
DESMOND: Yeah, it's just I...
I saw something yesterday, and it made me feel so weird.
Sara's with Keithley,
and Edwin would not do that to Gogo.
They be best mates.
[scoffs] What be wrong with you?
DESMOND: [grunts] - You owe me after this.
DESMOND: Yes, ma'am. BERY: Thank you.
[siren wailing, horn honking]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[door bells jingle]
♪ ♪
[person speaking native language on TV]
♪ ♪
GOGO: [sighs]
♪ ♪
Ben.
Who did it? Who ransacked my room?
It was Farhad. GOGO: Why?
He thinks you stole his money.
What money?
BEN: Cash under his bed.
He was saving for his mother's surgery.
I wouldn't take that.
He says you did, and he's looking for payback,
so be careful.
Seriously, Clive...
he's not in his right head over this.
♪ ♪
[perfume sprays]
[door opens] - Oh, hey.
[door closes] You're here. Um...
They're on their way over.
What?
So, uh...
you've been, uh, hanging out with Clive Richardson?
It's not-- JOSH: Don't.
No more lying.
Just got off the phone with Sunita--I know everything.
Okay, Josh.
I didn't mean to lie to you.
I just didn't know how...
how to tell you--
That you have been sitting down to dinner
with the man who killed your sister?
You realize how dangerous that is?
What the fuck are you thinking?
This is why I didn't say anything,
because I knew you would overreact!
I knew you would try and stop me!
Of course I would try to stop you.
Anybody in their right mind would try to stop you!
Oh, so I'm not in my right mind?
I didn't say that. [doorbell buzzes]
CLAIRE: [breathes sharply]
[sighs]
My parents.
JOSH: Look, if...
Don't worry--I'm not gonna say anything to them.
Just...
they can't know about any of this...
[plastic bag rustles] Obviously.
I don't want to go out to dinner.
ALISON: Come on, Clairey, it'll be so fun.
We'll learn all about how people live here firsthand.
But what if the goat woman's there?
ALISON: No, the goat woman lives on Faraway Cay...
nowhere near where we're going. [hair dryer whirring]
I think I just want to stay here
and have chicken fingers again.
Claire, you're being a baby.
Maybe we should just have dinner here, Al, yeah?
Silver lining-- less chance of food poisoning.
Do you hear how gross you sound?
MIA: Al, calm down. It's not that big of a deal.
ALISON: It's "Alison," and it is a big deal,
and you guys don't do her any favors
when you baby her like this.
Your life is going to be extremely boring
if all you do is sit in pools, eating chicken fingers.
[door opens, closes]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
DESMOND: Guys, look, just come this way.
Guys, come this way for the real plantains, yes?
My friend Ramon here--he's gonna show you a fine time.
It's gonna be lovely, man. EDWIN: [scoffs, chuckles]
The queen from the land Westchester
finally leave the hotel in a giant resort bus.
That's some real island culture there, huh?
Good job, miss. [laughs]
Big man.
Oh, Miss Alison, right on time.
Hey, um...
Claire, my sister, she's--she's not feeling well,
so we're gonna have to sit this one out.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
PAUL: Ugh, finally, a moment away from Jamie.
I can't help it. It's like I enjoy her
and all her neuroses.
We came on this trip
so that we could spend more time together,
but we've barely had a meal just the two of us.
GREG: Hey, I have an idea.
Yesterday that hot bartender, Julian,
told me about a little place on the island.
PAUL: Mm-hmm.
You maybe want to get a little naughty tonight?
Could be an adventure.
Huh? - I say hell yes.
GREG: Yes, adventure time!
To adventure time. - Let's do it. To adventure.
I love you. GREG: Love you.
DESMOND: [spits, snorts]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
[exhales deeply]
♪ ♪
Let me ask you a question, yeah?
Let me ask you a question. What do Goges mean to you?
What the fuck kind of question is that, then?
I'm onto you, mate.
What the--what the fuck, Des?
STEPHEN: Chitchat time is over.
We're a man down.
♪ ♪
EDWIN: Stephen want to know where I go,
tell him I had enough for today.
But, Edwin, it's a madhouse.
EDWIN: Gogo, I got shit to take care of.
I should just Sharpie
"clueless white woman" on my forehead.
Stop. You're amazing.
No one thinks that of you, and especially Edwin, right?
Um, shit, okay.
Hey, so you're gonna be really mad at me,
and I'm--ugh, I'm so sorry,
but, um, uh, before,
I did something kind of terrible.
I told Tyler about the whole Edwin situation.
I'm really sorry. - Is he pissed?
He's pissed, right? OLIVIA: A little bit.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Can we have a sec?
Yeah, yeah. Um, I'll go.
TYLER: Hey.
Hey.
Can I, uh, ask you a question?
Are you and Edwin, like, serious?
I'm here for, like, one more day.
No.
But are you sleeping with him?
That's none of your business.
I'm sorry. It's just...
I'm trying to understand.
I'm not.
Okay? I'm not.
Okay.
But///
are you going to?
I know how that sounds.
But I'm asking as a friend.
[chuckling] Okay.
"A friend."
Why the fuck do you think you're so special?
Edwin hooks up with another girl
every set of vacationers, so, like...
you're just his white girl of the week.
That's not true.
TYLER: [scoffs] Have you asked him?
♪ ♪
ALISON: [sobbing] [door closes]
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
[breathes deeply]
[toilet flushes]
Oh, I'm so sorry.
This is so embarrassing. [sniffles]
You okay?
ALISON: Can I ask you a question?
Am I generic?
I'm sorry. You know...
You don't know me,
but I am...
For the record.
But I-I've--
I've watched you, and I...
I can see...
You're the kind of person who commands attention.
You know? You--you...
you've got o-opinions, brains.
You're special.
You think that?
[chuckles] [softly] Thank you.
You're really nice. [chuckles, sniffles]
You're gonna be a great mom.
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[door opens, closes]
BILL: So tell us more. How was the food?
CLAIRE: Aunt Cynthia made me eat a snail.
I hated it. BILL: [laughing]
And the Louvre?
CLAIRE: It was crowded and noisy.
BILL: [chuckles] CLAIRE: And I missed you.
MIA: Oh, we missed you, too, honey.
What do you want for dinner? I can make tacos.
BILL: Ooh, Taco Tuesday. Hmm? [both chuckle]
You seem different from before.
MIA: Well, honey,
we're...
trying to...
be better.
But are you better? BILL: Oh, Clairey.
It's called "faking it till you make it."
We're gonna try and be okay, and eventually we will be.
You'll see.
MIA: Daddy and I were talking...
and we were thinking that it could be fun
for the three of us to make a fresh start.
What do you mean?
What do you think about us moving somewhere...
a place like California?
But why?
Well, we think it might be a good idea
to go somewhere where...
Where people won't always bring up--
Where we won't always be reminded
of the terrible thing that happened to Alison.
But, hey, hey, hey...
only if you want to, okay, honey?
You don't want to remember Alison?
Oh, no, of course we do. Of course.
But it's also important that we not be sad all the time.
And, you know...
I was thinking that I might try gardening,
and your dad was thinking he might change his job
and try teaching.
And you know what?
You could try new things, too.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
JOSH: As you can see, we still need some pictures hung,
got to get some plants, but we're gettin' there.
We're doin' it. MIA: Oh.
I mean, honey, you weren't kidding.
I mean, your-- well, your shower is actually
in your kitchen. [laughter]
- Yeah. - It's adorable.
I mean, we had a place like this, Bill--
Lower East Side, very Bohemian.
BILL: Well, if roaches are Bohemian.
[laughs]
But, seriously...
I mean, look at you two--
creating a home, building a life, it's--it's--
it's pretty spectacular. - It really is.
BILL: Yeah, and after that rough patch, Em,
the way you came through it, we're just--
[inhales deeply] We're so proud of you.
And you're really on your way now.
First stop, Flatbush, Next stop, Oscars?
[chuckles] Cheers.
Hey, I'll drink to that.
Right. [glasses clinking]
Hey, sorry we didn't have time to cook.
No, please, no worries. You're both busy worker bees.
What's a New York visit without Chinese takeout anyway?
JOSH: Right. [music plays loudly outside]
Sorry, that-- ugh, it gets kind of crazy
out there sometimes.
MIA: Um... [clears throat]
This is a-a Caribbean neighborhood, yes?
- Yes. - Hmm, how's that?
Is that a good idea?
No, probably not.
[dramatic music]
[chuckles nervously] [car horn honks outside]
♪ ♪
Also, I'm not a worker bee anymore.
I got fired.
Let me grab those. [chair scrapes]
♪ ♪
JOSH: Em?
What are you doing? CLAIRE: Nothing.
Fired? W-w-why? BILL: Okay.
W-when--when?
L-let's not freak out. Things happen, right?
Uh, I got fired yesterday. I guess wasn't doing so well.
Did you talk to Dr. Norton about this?
No, I stopped going to Dr. Norton.
Wait, what? You-- I mean, wasn't she helping?
I don't need to go to therapy
to fix what's wrong with me.
I need to fucking know what happened to my sister.
BILL: Okay. Emily--
You two just gave up on getting answers.
- We did that for you. - Bullshit!
No, we--we did that
because it was making us crazy, okay?
And it would've made you crazy, too.
Don't you see how what you did
made me so much crazier?
All this pretending, pretending that I was perfect,
that we were perfect-- - Hey, don't you dare...
- Bill, Bill-- - Judge us.
- Bill! - You have no idea--
Yes, I do, because I was in that same pain, too,
but I couldn't talk about it!
I couldn't talk about it
because you wouldn't let me talk about it!
MIA: Stop it!
And I won't fucking do it anymore!
- Stop it! - I won't pretend!
I won't do it!
♪ ♪
MIA: Oh, my God.
Oh. BILL: Hey.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
MIA: Daddy and I spoke to your new principal.
And, honey, I think you are going to love this school.
♪ ♪
You okay?
Will you sign me up for Girl Scouts?
Absolutely.
Yeah.
And I think I'm gonna join the soccer team.
BILL: Soccer.
Oh, that sounds amazing.
And, also, I've been thinking.
In California, I want to be called by my middle name.
Emily.
♪ ♪
That's got a cool ring. MIA: [chuckles]
♪ ♪
[knock at door, door opens]
JOSH: They're gone.
They, uh--they're really heartbroken, worried.
[scoffs]
I can't believe you.
Those poor people-- they didn't deserve that.
They're your parents.
Josh, if you could look cancer in the eye
and ask, "Why my sister?
Why did you pick her?"
Wouldn't you?
Some things are inexplicable.
This isn't.
It's impossible to make sense of murder, Em.
No amount of information will ever be enough,
and what you're doing now, it's unsafe.
I got into the man's cab, Josh...
Like it was fate.
I need to keep doing this, for her.
I'm so close.
You're not yourself.
You're stressed. You need to sleep.
This is me.
This is me,
and I'm so sick of pretending like it's not.
I need to go for a walk. [door closes]
Hey.
DANA: Hey.
What--
Snagged her cardigan at dinner,
and I am already hard.
No, I suffered through the Sally scandal.
I watched you get demoted for sending dick pics
to a coworker.
I--
I ju--I just wanted to nip this one in the bud, you know?
Refocus your attentions on me. [chuckles]
I-I can't do this anymore, Ethan.
It's gross.
Whatever. She's a bitch.
She's a child.
- Oh, f-- - You--
Grow the fuck up, Ethan.
♪ ♪
What are you doing here?
I hear you and Edwin the other night.
You said he have feelings for you.
I need to know if it true. SARA: It is not your business.
I just gonna tell Gogo what I hear.
The love of he life and he best friend.
SARA: It is not what you think.
♪ ♪
PAUL: Secret gay fuck spot?
Aren't we too old for this?
GREG: Oh, come on.
It's so magical. Look at the stars.
PAUL: I feel like this is how new STDs get started.
GREG: Oh, Jesus Christ, will you stop?
This is an adventure. It's supposed to be fun.
Remember that, um, hot-rock, scented-oil massage
at Parrot Caye? GREG: Mm.
That's what I meant by adventure.
GREG: [gasps] Oh, what do we have here?
- Oh, shit. - Well, well, well...
Someone's gettin' it.
PAUL: Hello.
[scoffs] Damn.
PERSON: [grunts]
[branch snaps]
PAUL: Oh, shit, go.
Baby, come on.
GREG: [laughing] PAUL: Run, run.
♪ ♪
We deserve everything that be coming our way.
We deserve it.
♪ ♪
FARHAD: Where is it, your motherfucker?
[slams door] Where is my money?
♪ ♪
Yo, motherfucker, where's my money?
GOGO: I didn't take it.
FARHAD: Where you going? Where you going?
Yo, give me back my fucking money, man!
GOGO: I didn't take your fucking money!
FARHAD: Where's my money?
You're the only one who knew where it was.
You're the only one who knew where it was,
and you fucking took it!
♪ ♪
Don't walk away from me!
Where you going? Where the fuck is my money?
♪ ♪
I didn't take it!
Oh, yeah, who else, then? Of course it was you.
I need that money.
I'm warning you, man.
Once a criminal, always a criminal.
What was that?
I know about you being locked up on that island.
For drugs, right?
But I heard you did something a lot worse.
♪ ♪
[blows landing, people grunting]
♪ ♪
GOGO: [groaning, breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily] No.
No, no.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
[breathing heavily]
Please!
I'm so sorry.
CHILD: Woof.