The Flight Attendant (2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - Funeralia - full transcript
- Okay,
what was her name again?
- Miranda Croft.
Ugh, I Googled it,
but that name has, like,
23 million hits alone.
I have Google alerts set up for
Alexander Sokolov, Unisphere.
- That's not gonna be, like,
a huge red flag
if anyone ever checks
your search history.
Okay, look,
all we need
is for this receptionist
at Unisphere...
- Sabrina.
- To tell the FBI
what she told you.
- Okay, well, what can I do?
- Please, please, just let me
be the lawyer now, okay?
I will talk to Sabrina,
and then we will go
to the FBI together
with this Miranda information.
- Move, move out of the way.
- By the time
you get back from Rome,
things might look
very different, okay?
- All right, thank you.
I love you.
- So I begged the pilot
to climb to 40,000,
because that is what
she's doing.
Like...
- Wow, that was a fun reaction.
So are you planning on doing
the initial descent
announcement
sometime before we land?
- Okay, you know what?
This...
I'm the one
who's annoyed at you.
Let's not forget that, Megan.
- Oh, right.
You mean when I called you
out of concern
and you lamented about
your theoretical life
spiraling into some crazy shit
and then you hung up on me?
Yeah, I forgot all about that.
- Why'd you turn
the lights off?
I just got an alert
about your memorial service.
- It's at your family's house
in Westchester.
It just feels so sad.
- Well, people gotta grieve.
You can turn the lamp off again
if that helps.
I don't mind.
- Cassie!
- Yeah?
- What time are we going
to la discoteca?
'Cause we are definitely
going to la discoteca.
- Ooh, yes.
- Guys, you know what?
I'm not gonna go out tonight.
I'm a little bit tired.
I just...
- Wait, what are you
talking about?
This is Rome. We are in Rome!
- This new trend of you
not going out is poor.
You are trending poorly,
my friend.
- I don't blame you.
I'm just gonna drop
something off with a friend
and then grab some dinner.
- Sorry, do you have
a friend in Rome?
- That's none of your business.
So, Cassie, since you're
not going with Shane
to that noisy, sweaty
la discoteca...
- Oh, my God, it's amazing
how lame it sounds
when she says it.
- All right, guys,
seriously, have fun.
I just really wanna
be alone tonight, okay?
[soft music playing
- Cassie.
Mamma mia.
- The usual, yes?
- Yes.
- Of course.
I didn't think
you'd be in Rome this month.
I usually get at least a text.
- I know; I was... I should have,
but I've been really busy
and very distracted and...
But I'm here now.
I was thinking maybe you could
walk me back to my hotel.
You know, like,
the "friend" part
of "friends with benefits."
- You know,
adults can be friends
and sleep together
without the cute name.
- Cassie?
Cassie, you said
that you were
staying in tonight,
you big, fat liar.
- Hi.
- Who's your friend?
- Best friend.
Megan Briscoe,
and this is my second glass
of wine.
Actually, it's my third.
- That is quite a large glass.
- Pleasure to meet you, Megan.
- Yes, thank you, it's...
Oh, okay.
Oh, this...
I'm interrupting.
- No, it's fine.
- Okay.
It's kind of good, 'cause I
wanted to talk to you anyway.
Cassie.
Cassie, I know you would be
surprised to hear this, but...
I don't have
a lot of friends.
- Wow, I'm surprised
to hear you say that.
- Yeah, so I don't want you
to be mad at me
over this FBI thing, you know?
- Yeah, you know, that...
That wasn't great.
- And I'm so sorry.
It won't happen again.
I promise you.
And the calls...
I know I call a lot.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not.
I just... I want you to know
that I'm here for you,
you know?
You're so glamorous,
and I'm just...
Just want more than Oyster Bay,
you know?
- Okay, first of all,
I am not glamorous, okay?
Yeah.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
It's just, I've been keeping
so many secrets.
It's good to talk to somebody
about other things, you know?
- What do you mean, secrets?
- You are so bellissima.
- Sabrina Oznowich?
Hi, I'm Annie Mouradian.
I'm a lawyer
with Davis & Carlisle.
- Oh, good for you.
Sorry, I really need
to get to home.
- No, yeah... no, of course.
Look, I just have
a quick question
about a conversation
that you had
with Alessandra Ricci
over drinks.
- I don't know her.
She looks fun, though,
in, like, a sorority
kind of way.
- It's an oddly keen
observation.
Look, when you guys
had drinks,
did you discuss a woman
named Miranda Croft?
- But I just said
a couple seconds ago
that we didn't get drinks.
- Right, yeah, you said that.
Look, Sabrina,
you seem sweet.
Um...
it's a very bad idea
to lie to me.
- Wait, I mean...
I mean, I do know her.
I mean, she had
an emotional meltdown
and broke
an extremely important
piece of art in the office.
But I never
had drinks with her,
and I don't know this...
Miranda.
Is there anything else?
Cool, okay.
I don't know.
- Ooh!
- Thank you
for walking us back.
- Hey, it's the hotel.
Oh, this is so much better
than the opera, Cassie.
- I think you're
a little drunk-y.
- I can be drunk.
You have no idea
what I can be.
- No.
Lovely, behaved woman,
take your butt to bed.
Bye.
Ciao.
- Ciao.
- Ciao!
Ciao. Okay.
- Ciao.
Be careful.
- I got it.
Buona notte!
- I guess Megan kind of
hijacked our night, huh?
- Oh, yes.
- Although I think
it might be better.
- Better for your best friend?
- Okay, she's not
my best friend.
Never mind.
Hey.
You know...
I thought I was in a place
where we would
do what we normally do,
but...
I don't know.
I guess I met someone.
- You are a fun, kind,
and... beautiful woman.
It had to happen one day.
Cassie, I'm...
Ciao.
- Any siblings?
- Yes.
Older brother.
- Nice.
- Lives in Denver
with his family.
- Denver, huh.
- You?
- Only child.
Don't say you can tell.
Everyone always says
they can tell.
I hate it.
- No, no, no, no, no.
I just think you act the way
you do because you're rich.
- What?
- I would never say that
to your face.
That would be so rude.
- I wish that I had siblings,
someone else for my mother
to focus her energy on.
Would've been great.
- Yeah, she's...
She's controlling.
- God, she hated
my last girlfriend.
- I'm sorry,
is that a challenge,
or you just dropping a hint
that you're single?
- What is it about you?
- I was thinking
the same thing about you.
Also, I'd own your mom.
Annie, hi.
I know you're working.
I'm home. Rome was so weird
and frustrating.
Can you please
call me back immediately?
I've gotta know
what's going on with the...
Miranda thing, okay?
Love you. Bye.
Hello?
Who are you?
What are you doing
in the shower?
Where's Annie?
- She's getting fresh bagels.
I'm Max.
- Okay.
- I'm Annie's boyfriend, Max.
I'm not usually this naked.
You're Cassie, right?
- Yeah, but no,
Annie doesn't have
a boyfriend, so...
- Right,
because of her weird rule
about no labels
in relationships?
- No, she just doesn't
have a boyfriend.
- She does;
she helped me out
with some, like, legal issues,
and we got close.
- I'm so... legal issues, what?
- I'm good with technology,
and rich people are kind of...
not.
Generally extortion.
You staying for breakfast?
'Cause she's only getting
two bagels.
- Okay, I am so confused
by what is...
- Okay, they didn't have chive,
but I got scallion,
which is, like, basically...
What happened?
- Well, I just met
your naked boyfriend, Max.
- Yeah, no,
I don't have a boyfriend.
- Oh, okay, yeah, sure.
- Label thing.
What can I do?
- Okay, listen, I'm in
major crisis mode right now,
but I do need to circle back
and ask about
this mysterious boyfriend
I've never heard of.
- Yeah, that's Max.
- Yeah.
- He... he's not my boyfriend,
and that...
I feel like that kind of
wraps up that discussion.
Now, can you just
tell me, like,
what is going on
and why are you here?
- Listen, when I got back
to my apartment today,
my door was open.
- Cas, I told you not to leave
that fucking key
above your doorway.
- No, this is not related.
That's just my hide-a-key.
No one knows where that is.
- It is 0% a hidden key
when, like,
half of Lower Manhattan
knows where it is, so...
- Okay, I am fucking serious.
This was scary.
Someone rummaged
through my stuff.
Okay, things were moved
just a little,
but I could tell that it was...
- Wait, so someone, like,
broke into your apartment?
- Yes.
Listen, could it be Miranda?
I know that sounds insane,
but could she have
followed me here from Bangkok
and she's trying to send me
some terrifying message?
- Who's Miranda?
Is that your stalker?
- Yeah, shutting it down
back there. Thank you.
- Okay, listen.
Have you spoken to Sabrina?
I need to know,
because her story
is gonna start getting me
off the hook.
- So Sabrina claims
that she's literally
never heard of anyone
named Miranda.
- What?
Oh, my God.
No way.
She's lying!
Look, you gotta call the FBI.
They need to question her
about this.
She has to tell them
the truth, right?
- Van White.
- This is Annie Mouradian,
Cassie Bowden's lawyer.
- Yeah?
- We believe Sabrina Oznowich
from Unisphere Capital
has some information
about this Miranda woman
and her relationship
to Alex Sokolov.
- Oh, we spoke to Ms. Oznowich.
Nothing of note.
Certainly nothing about
this supposed Miranda person.
But if I was
Ms. Bowden's lawyer,
I'd be scrambling for
alternative theories now too.
- Can you hold on
for just a sec?
- Are you kidding me?
That's not really how...
- What... what are they saying?
- Nothing.
- Annie.
- Shut up.
- Kendrick.
- It's Annie.
What's the latest on the
Sokolov Bangkok murder case?
- Annie, you can't
just call me up.
- Does your cousin's tenuous
drug-related legal charge
still require
a lawyer, though, or...
- Bangkok PD
found a shattered bottle.
They think
it's the murder weapon.
They're gonna reconstruct it,
see if they can
pull prints.
- We'll get back to you.
- Hey.
What?
- Um...
so they think they found
the murder weapon.
- Oh, my God.
The bottle, of course.
Of course they found the...
Oh, my God.
Shit.
I've seen "Dateline."
They zero in on one person.
That person is me.
I'm going to jail.
- You're not going to jail.
- Yes, I am.
I'm definitely going to jail.
- You're not gonna
go to jail.
Um...
stop watching "Dateline."
Look, I'm gonna
report the break-in,
and we'll see
where that gets us.
And, um...
you're gonna stay here
for a little bit, okay?
Just to be safe.
- Okay, thank you.
- Look, I'm gonna...
I'm just gon...
I'm gonna look into
Miranda and Unisphere,
and I'm just gonna
keep digging.
And, um, it's...
It's gonna be fine.
- Annie's trying,
but no one's gonna believe me.
I am so fucked.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop this. Stop this.
You can still
find Miranda, right?
But it's just gotten
a bit more complicated.
- Okay, but why is Sabrina
acting like this?
If you dated her,
then someone has to know...
Okay, check this out.
- I wish that I had siblings,
someone else for my mother
to focus her energy on.
Would've been great.
- Yeah, she's controlling.
- God, she hated
my last girlfriend.
So my dating life
was difficult.
Thanks for the reminder.
How is this helping?
- Okay, if your last girlfriend
was Miranda,
that means your mom
can confirm she's real.
- How are you gonna
get to my mom?
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Thank you for coming
such last-minute.
You look fantastic.
- I think emotional support
looks good on me.
- It does.
Here.
- Should we talk about the hat?
- What?
- It's a net.
- Just trying to be respectful
or something.
- How did your friend die?
- Um, I...
he...
I'm not supposed to ask that.
- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
I've actually never been
to one of these,
so that's new territory for me.
- It's okay.
You're perfect.
Thank you for coming with me.
- Of course.
- That's all that matters. Th...
Sorry, one second.
- Buckley?
Hey.
- Hey, how's it going?
- Yeah, you know,
I don't remember
putting your number
in my phone.
- I did it.
I mean, you asked me to
at the bar the other night.
- Okay, yeah,
that sounds like me, actually.
- Cool.
Look, so I just was wondering
if you maybe wanted to...
meet up at some point today
if you're free.
- You know, I'd love to,
but I have
a training session at work.
Like, water landings and stuff.
It's a whole ordeal.
Can we rain check on that idea?
- Yeah, yeah, totally.
Just don't drown
or anything, okay?
- Ha-ha.
Bye.
- Well, I'd love to know more
about the water landings.
Look, he's super sweet.
I just don't wanna get...
Whatever.
Don't judge me today.
I can't.
- Well, should we
catch a train?
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Are there boys on the train?
[soft pop music playing
- Julian?
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hi, a lot of these people
came in after me.
Is my drink ready?
- What was the name?
- Megan.
- Are you sure
it's not Mel Ann?
- Thank you.
- Always a pleasure to see you.
- Same here.
I'm sorry.
This is so exciting.
Corporate espionage.
- I know. Shh.
- Now, did you get
the flash drives?
- I did indeed.
All untraceable.
Well, untraceable
for Long Island, that is.
- Wonderful.
So you'll just download
the files we've requested
off your husband's computer
and pass the flash drive
along to Mr. Hak.
Well, why can't I just
hand them over to you?
- Well, that's
a beautiful idiom,
but it's not an answer.
- Are you having reservations?
It is a shame the way that
company treats your husband.
They just don't
appreciate him, do they?
- Mr. Ro, I don't have
any issues with...
borrowing files
from my husband's company.
I mean, it's just a facial
recognition thing, right?
I mean, it's not like
it's a big secret.
I just don't think
I can do it today.
- No, don't do that
to yourself, Mrs. Briscoe.
You are more than capable.
- Are you sure that no one
is going to find out?
- Absolutely.
What's the worst
that could happen?
If somehow things
did get sticky,
my company in Seoul will
step in and help your husband,
your entire family.
Because you are
very special to us.
- Thank you.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I am going to text my husband
and ask him to bring home
his work computer
so I can bid on a jadeite piece
for my kitchen.
That will definitely work.
- Fuck!
- Uh-oh, what did
the bad computer do now?
- Looking into Alex Sokolov
and Unisphere and...
I mean, the place is fucking...
It's squeaky-clean.
It's, like,
"save the dolphins" clean.
The scrubbed image
is fucking suspect.
I mean, there's only
so much that I can find.
You know, legally speaking,
so...
Yeah.
That sounds hard for you.
That's really hard.
- Yeah.
- Maybe you need a massage.
- I'm not flirting with you
right now.
- But if you were flirting,
we'd both be flirting.
- I'm talking about hacking.
I'm talking about hacking,
okay?
- Which I obviously
cannot condone
or even, you know,
know anything about because...
Hypothetically,
if I were to, you know,
just accidentally drop this
piece of paper on the floor...
- Then you'd be
a litterbug.
It's not okay.
- So if you,
obviously without
my knowledge
or express permission,
hypothetically were to then,
you know,
pick it up and look into
what was written on it,
how long would that take?
- Probably 20 minutes.
Okay, okay, yeah, sure.
Cool, cool, cool.
- What?
- It's weird.
That guy was just on the train
with us, and now he's here.
- Well, we were just on
the train, and now we're here,
so how is that weird?
- Also, he wants me,
so there's that.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
Who goes to the memorial
service for a guy
they slept with one time
in a foreign country?
Kim, when you hear galloping,
you think horses, not zebras.
- Why would you think that's
a thing to say to me right now?
- 'Cause sometimes the right
answer is the obvious one
that's walking
into that house right now
in a stupid little hat.
- We're doing the legwork.
This is under
Thai jurisdiction.
And we're gonna need
more than your galloping
to extradite a U.S. citizen.
- Okay.
How about the housekeeper's
statement from Bangkok
that Bowden was still
in the room the next morning?
- And another employee
saw her passed out on a bench
on another floor
at the same time.
Is she magic?
- Maybe.
- I'm sorry, what was that?
- When we find out
she killed him,
I'm gonna do a little dance.
- Oh, good for you.
That sounds fun.
- Honey,
did you bring me
to 3C's funeral?
- Actually,
it's a... it's a memorial.
I think they do that
when there's no body.
- That is not relevant.
Let me explain something.
How could you not tell me
that we were coming here?
- Okay, I... I...
I thought you would say no,
and I needed someone
to come with me.
- You thought right.
Cassie, I will not be
rubbing shoulders
with actual grieving pe...
These people are grieving.
- I'm sorry.
- I will not rub shoulders
with actual grieving people
like a sad tourist.
What I will do is leave you
standing here with him.
Think about your life choices.
I need a drink.
Do they have drinks
at memorials?
- Oh, my God.
Excuse me, have you seen
Janet Sokolov anywhere?
Is she...
- No.
- Bet everyone here
is telling stories about me
if you're curious.
- Nope.
- Well, I am curious.
- Alex, please.
Focus.
I need to find your mom.
- If I dated Miranda,
there should be
dozens of people here
who know her.
So why would you bother my mom
at my memorial service?
- There are 500 people here.
I'm supposed to walk up
to each one and say,
"Hey, do you know Miranda?"
- Good point.
It is a big house.
- Am I crazy?
I mean, who invites somebody
to a memorial service
as a plus-one?
It's just...
- Bitches, am I right?
What did you say?
Tell you something.
We don't call women bitches,
okay?
That is a phrased used
for delinquent fuckbois
and sometimes male politicians.
She is my friend.
She's confused.
What's your name?
- Michael.
- Michael?
With an M or...
- Michael.
- Yeah.
- It's nice to see you.
- Bill?
Bill, honey,
are you there?
Honey?
Stupid fucking dog.
- Dearest friends,
family, and colleagues,
your presence here means
the world to Janet and me.
Um...
The first time Alex
beat me in a game of chess,
he was so surprised,
he assumed we'd made a mistake.
- Oh, my God.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I... sorry.
- Sorry.
Sorry, sorry.
As I was saying,
I told him on that day
that it was his turn to start...
To start teaching me.
- Excuse me. I know.
I apo... I apologize.
I'm so, so sorry.
Why are you calling me
over and over?
- You need to come over
right now.
- I can't. I'm at a...
I'm at a spin class.
- What the fuck are you doing
in Westchester?
- Oh, my God.
Okay, I'm...
I'm at Alex Sokolov's memorial.
- Jesus.
Okay, Cass,
the Sokolovs own Unisphere.
Like, the whole fucking thing,
okay?
Max did some digging,
and he had to dig very deep.
- Okay, well, did he find
anything about Miranda?
- No.
Look, I need you
to listen to me, okay?
The Sokolovs
are laundering money
for some very scary people.
I shouldn't say this,
but some of these people
are my clients,
and when they need to,
they get very, very,
very violent.
Do you understand me?
I need you need to leave
that house right now.
- Okay, I hear you.
I hear you.
You're worried
about scary people.
But if I don't find Miranda,
I will never sleep
in my place again...
If I'm not arrested.
- Cass, please,
just get out
of that fucking house.
- Okay, whatever. I'm sorry.
I love you. I have to go.
- Cass...
Motherfucker.
She fucking dies,
I'm gonna kill her.
- Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
- Hey, Cassie.
It's me, Megan Briscoe.
I don't know why I said that.
Of course you know who it is.
Listen, are we still
bid buddies?
Because I really
need to get on that
Tokyo-Seoul route next month.
So if you don't wanna
go to Asia, let me know.
I can always ask Jada.
Call me back.
Bye.
- Is this
your father's wake?
- What are you doing here?
You can't be here.
- It is, isn't it?
Wh...
Look at you.
You're so young.
- What... that's not
how this works.
You... get out of my
childhood memories!
- Whoa, whoa!
- Yeah, I don't think
of those things,
so you can't think
of those things!
- Whoa, whoa, Cassie,
I didn't ask to be there.
It wasn't volitional.
- So what were you doing there?
- I don't know.
Why don't you tell me.
How about that?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- What are you looking for?
- A beer?
But aren't you, like, ten?
- Oh, my God, lay off.
It's a light beer, okay?
It's practically
flavored sparkling water
by adult standards.
- Your brother
has the right idea.
- Yeah, well,
you've never met him.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry!
Oh, my God.
Fuck off, Alex.
My... my dad
only used to give me beer.
That was my first sip
of hard alcohol.
I...
My God, I'm so sor...
I didn't mean to intrude.
- Then don't.
We can stand here quietly.
At least I know I can.
- You know,
I only met Alex briefly, but...
I've never known
anyone like him.
- He was generous.
More generous than I ever am.
Who knows where he got that?
I used to think he was born
into the wrong family
or some nurse
switched him at birth.
You know that can happen.
- I used to think that of me
and my brother growing up.
We should not have been
in the same family.
But I guess you can't
choose those things.
- Janet, you have a call.
Upstairs.
- I'm so sorry
to do this right now,
but I have to ask you
a question.
It's about Alex's
last girlfriend.
- What about Fiona?
- Sorry, Fiona?
I don't...
No, no,
I'm talking about Miranda.
Miranda Croft?
- What an absurd...
My son never dated
Miranda Croft.
Where did you get that...
Never mention that name
to me again.
- So you were never
even together?
- Or my mom's lying.
- Did you see her face?
She's telling the truth.
If you never even
dated Miranda,
then what the fuck is going on?
- I can't speak to those
particular concerns,
but I was just accosted
by a strange woman
asking questions about Miranda.
Whatever else is going on,
I will not let Victor, Miranda,
or anyone else at Lionfish
use my dead son as a scapegoat.
Where are the Lionfish files
that Alex left here?
- I shredded the documents
in your office this morning.
- All right,
let's go back down.
- Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
- Straight to voice mail.
Fuck.
- You're acting like
she's about
to be killed or something.
- That's not helping.
That's, um...
Look, I told her
to call me in an hour,
and it has been way longer
than an hour.
And, you know,
if she says the wrong thing
to the wrong person there,
then that, you know...
That... fuck.
Yeah, you know what?
I'm gonna...
Yeah, I can... I can just call
one of our clients,
and I can ask them to just
put in a call to the Sokolovs,
you know, just in case, like,
"Cassie Bowden,
"harmless flight attendant,
fixated on Alex,
isn't that cute?"
And my boss
is gonna be furious,
but, like, I can help, so...
- She might be totally fine.
- You really wanna
go out on a limb for her?
- I mean, she's my best friend,
Max, so yes.
- Best friend? Cassie?
We basically live together,
and I just met Cassie,
so she can't really be
your best friend.
- I'm, uh... I'm s... I'm sorry,
you live here?
- All my stuff's here, so...
- Oh, okay.
So the totality of the things
that you own are
a toothbrush, two T-shirts,
and a computer?
- You know I'm ready to unpack
your commitment issues
whenever you feel like
it's that time.
- Look, if you wanna
talk about Cassie,
we can talk about Cassie.
It's, like, people have
different types of friendships.
I don't care how it looks.
I'm making the call.
- Give it to us.
- Bowden's behavior
has been erratic.
- Erratic how?
- She's been drinking heavily,
she's made herself
a recurring public spectacle,
and she destroyed a tower
of cucumber sandwiches.
Oh, I did see her go upstairs
with Janet Sokolov.
- Maybe she did
know Alex before.
- Can someone kindly explain
to me why a federal battalion
is camped outside my house
taking photographs?
- We didn't mean
any disrespect.
We're just trying
to do our job.
- And I'm trying to find out
why your pre-owned sedan
is leaking oil
on my immaculate drive.
Oh, do you think I should wait
and ask at your son's
memorial service?
That's how we communicate,
right?
Now, I'll invite you all
to leave.
- Do you know
a Cassandra Bowden?
- Yeah, if I were
a paper shredder,
first thing I'd do
is, I'd probably
stop talking to myself.
Alex.
- Whoa.
Most people get pictures.
I have paintings.
- Yeah. A lot of them.
Okay, focus.
Come on, paper shredder.
Fuck.
Oh, Mr. Sokolov,
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I got a little bit turned
around when I walked upst...
- You're a friend of Alex's?
- I'm actually not...
I'm not really a...
I'm not really a friend,
just a...
I actually only knew him
for a day.
Well, 12 hours, really.
It was actually
just one evening.
But that evening was spent
having se... making love twice.
Well, there's
the infinity pool,
so actually three times.
- I'm sure you can
see yourself out.
- Yup.
- Here we are again.
Would you care to explain
why you're in my house?
- Don't mind her, dear.
She's just one of Alex's
good-time girls.
- Don't be stupid, Edward.
This girl was inquiring
about Miranda.
Now she's upstairs
snooping around.
- I actually have
legitimate reasons
for both of those things.
- Yes.
You're one of Victor's
incompetent field mice.
- Victor? Who?
- Oh, cut the theatrics.
- No, I'm a...
I'm a flight attendant.
Really, I'm... I'm... yeah,
in the... you know.
I have a badge.
I could show you.
It's got a little plastic
thing, but it... sorry.
Let me just grab it out of my...
- You really don't know what
you've walked into, do you?
- Um...
- Wait.
- So your family's terrifying.
- Maybe they're better
when their son didn't just die.
- Okay, they're not hanging out
in libraries with guns
because their son just died,
sorry, Alex.
Those are your parents.
You worked at Unisphere.
Are you associated
with these people?
- It seems as if
you're free to leave.
Unless you prefer to stay.
I don't...
I don't even know
how this happened.
I am so sorry for your loss,
really.
- Come on, let's go.
Just... quiet.
- Gonna pull my arm
out of the socket.
What is wrong with you?
Where are we going?
I didn't even wanna come here
in the first place.
- Oh, please,
I saw you liaisoning
with the cater-waiter;
I think you're okay.
- Liaisoning... liaisoning?
That's a word, "liaisoning"?
That's a lot of judgment
coming from a person
who just crashed
a memorial service.
What are you doing?
What is this?
This is a bag of trash.
You're a trash lady?
- Shut up. Quiet.
- You... you're hoarding?
What are you doing?
Yes, yes, I liaised
with a man named Michael,
a beautiful cater-waiter
who's taking me to tacos
in Bushwick on Saturday.
I don't know where Bushwick is,
but it's gonna be
fucking magical,
I'll tell you that.
- A magical taco
Bushwick connection, wow!
- Maybe that's what happened
with you and 3C
and your magical night
in Bangkok
that you keep saying
didn't happen.
Is there some other reason
that we are here
fully fucking interloping
on his actual grieving family?
- Shane.
- You wanted to go, I'm going.
- Shane.
- Get into it.
- I'm sorry.
Okay, you're right.
You're absolutely
fucking right.
I should not have come here.
I shouldn't have
brought you here.
I just... I thought it was
the right thing to do, okay?
I thought it was important.
I did; I thought it was
important, okay?
I wanted to clear my...
I wanted to clear my head
of this horrible,
horrible tragedy,
but I didn't do that.
I just made a fucking fool
of myself in there
'cause I'm a mess.
I'm a fucking mess.
I'm sorry.
Look, it doesn't matter.
No one in there
even knows who you are,
so let's just go.
It's fine,
It's not the end of the world.
- Listen, you cannot tell
anyone that I came here, okay?
It's fucking crazy.
I know that now.
I'm sorry.
- I can keep a secret, Cassie.
Let's go.
Come on.
- Okay, okay, she's alive.
- What?
- Okay, okay.
- Okay, great.
- I'm gonna just murder her
myself when I get the chance.
It's just like,
she stops answering my calls
and my text messages,
and she scares
the fucking shit out of me.
- Okay.
So was that... well, the favor
you called in even necessary?
- Uh, yeah.
I mean, she got out
in one piece, so...
Fuck, I don't know.
Maybe, but...
- It's great. It's great.
You pulled some strings
and you bailed out a friend.
Good job.
Your reward is some ramen.
- Right.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Max, that call that I made,
my... my boss is literally gonna
have my head on a stick.
- I would be more worried
about my payment.
- Your payment?
- My payment.
- For what?
- I believe I... I believe
I sent you an invoice
for investigative services
rendered.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
And I would like to be paid.
- Okay.
How would you like
to take your payment?
- Well, I worked for, like,
20 minutes.
- I'm trying to think
what you could do for,
like, 20 minutes.
- What I could do for 20...
- 20 whole minutes.
- 20 whole minutes.
I don't know.
What could it be?
- I'm gonna figure it out.
- Let's get some ramen.
- Okay.
- Sir, where is the bar car
on this train?
- Sorry, it's not
that kind of train.
- It's not that kind of train.
- Hi, I'm Miranda.
- Miranda.
- Fuck.
what was her name again?
- Miranda Croft.
Ugh, I Googled it,
but that name has, like,
23 million hits alone.
I have Google alerts set up for
Alexander Sokolov, Unisphere.
- That's not gonna be, like,
a huge red flag
if anyone ever checks
your search history.
Okay, look,
all we need
is for this receptionist
at Unisphere...
- Sabrina.
- To tell the FBI
what she told you.
- Okay, well, what can I do?
- Please, please, just let me
be the lawyer now, okay?
I will talk to Sabrina,
and then we will go
to the FBI together
with this Miranda information.
- Move, move out of the way.
- By the time
you get back from Rome,
things might look
very different, okay?
- All right, thank you.
I love you.
- So I begged the pilot
to climb to 40,000,
because that is what
she's doing.
Like...
- Wow, that was a fun reaction.
So are you planning on doing
the initial descent
announcement
sometime before we land?
- Okay, you know what?
This...
I'm the one
who's annoyed at you.
Let's not forget that, Megan.
- Oh, right.
You mean when I called you
out of concern
and you lamented about
your theoretical life
spiraling into some crazy shit
and then you hung up on me?
Yeah, I forgot all about that.
- Why'd you turn
the lights off?
I just got an alert
about your memorial service.
- It's at your family's house
in Westchester.
It just feels so sad.
- Well, people gotta grieve.
You can turn the lamp off again
if that helps.
I don't mind.
- Cassie!
- Yeah?
- What time are we going
to la discoteca?
'Cause we are definitely
going to la discoteca.
- Ooh, yes.
- Guys, you know what?
I'm not gonna go out tonight.
I'm a little bit tired.
I just...
- Wait, what are you
talking about?
This is Rome. We are in Rome!
- This new trend of you
not going out is poor.
You are trending poorly,
my friend.
- I don't blame you.
I'm just gonna drop
something off with a friend
and then grab some dinner.
- Sorry, do you have
a friend in Rome?
- That's none of your business.
So, Cassie, since you're
not going with Shane
to that noisy, sweaty
la discoteca...
- Oh, my God, it's amazing
how lame it sounds
when she says it.
- All right, guys,
seriously, have fun.
I just really wanna
be alone tonight, okay?
[soft music playing
- Cassie.
Mamma mia.
- The usual, yes?
- Yes.
- Of course.
I didn't think
you'd be in Rome this month.
I usually get at least a text.
- I know; I was... I should have,
but I've been really busy
and very distracted and...
But I'm here now.
I was thinking maybe you could
walk me back to my hotel.
You know, like,
the "friend" part
of "friends with benefits."
- You know,
adults can be friends
and sleep together
without the cute name.
- Cassie?
Cassie, you said
that you were
staying in tonight,
you big, fat liar.
- Hi.
- Who's your friend?
- Best friend.
Megan Briscoe,
and this is my second glass
of wine.
Actually, it's my third.
- That is quite a large glass.
- Pleasure to meet you, Megan.
- Yes, thank you, it's...
Oh, okay.
Oh, this...
I'm interrupting.
- No, it's fine.
- Okay.
It's kind of good, 'cause I
wanted to talk to you anyway.
Cassie.
Cassie, I know you would be
surprised to hear this, but...
I don't have
a lot of friends.
- Wow, I'm surprised
to hear you say that.
- Yeah, so I don't want you
to be mad at me
over this FBI thing, you know?
- Yeah, you know, that...
That wasn't great.
- And I'm so sorry.
It won't happen again.
I promise you.
And the calls...
I know I call a lot.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not.
I just... I want you to know
that I'm here for you,
you know?
You're so glamorous,
and I'm just...
Just want more than Oyster Bay,
you know?
- Okay, first of all,
I am not glamorous, okay?
Yeah.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
It's just, I've been keeping
so many secrets.
It's good to talk to somebody
about other things, you know?
- What do you mean, secrets?
- You are so bellissima.
- Sabrina Oznowich?
Hi, I'm Annie Mouradian.
I'm a lawyer
with Davis & Carlisle.
- Oh, good for you.
Sorry, I really need
to get to home.
- No, yeah... no, of course.
Look, I just have
a quick question
about a conversation
that you had
with Alessandra Ricci
over drinks.
- I don't know her.
She looks fun, though,
in, like, a sorority
kind of way.
- It's an oddly keen
observation.
Look, when you guys
had drinks,
did you discuss a woman
named Miranda Croft?
- But I just said
a couple seconds ago
that we didn't get drinks.
- Right, yeah, you said that.
Look, Sabrina,
you seem sweet.
Um...
it's a very bad idea
to lie to me.
- Wait, I mean...
I mean, I do know her.
I mean, she had
an emotional meltdown
and broke
an extremely important
piece of art in the office.
But I never
had drinks with her,
and I don't know this...
Miranda.
Is there anything else?
Cool, okay.
I don't know.
- Ooh!
- Thank you
for walking us back.
- Hey, it's the hotel.
Oh, this is so much better
than the opera, Cassie.
- I think you're
a little drunk-y.
- I can be drunk.
You have no idea
what I can be.
- No.
Lovely, behaved woman,
take your butt to bed.
Bye.
Ciao.
- Ciao.
- Ciao!
Ciao. Okay.
- Ciao.
Be careful.
- I got it.
Buona notte!
- I guess Megan kind of
hijacked our night, huh?
- Oh, yes.
- Although I think
it might be better.
- Better for your best friend?
- Okay, she's not
my best friend.
Never mind.
Hey.
You know...
I thought I was in a place
where we would
do what we normally do,
but...
I don't know.
I guess I met someone.
- You are a fun, kind,
and... beautiful woman.
It had to happen one day.
Cassie, I'm...
Ciao.
- Any siblings?
- Yes.
Older brother.
- Nice.
- Lives in Denver
with his family.
- Denver, huh.
- You?
- Only child.
Don't say you can tell.
Everyone always says
they can tell.
I hate it.
- No, no, no, no, no.
I just think you act the way
you do because you're rich.
- What?
- I would never say that
to your face.
That would be so rude.
- I wish that I had siblings,
someone else for my mother
to focus her energy on.
Would've been great.
- Yeah, she's...
She's controlling.
- God, she hated
my last girlfriend.
- I'm sorry,
is that a challenge,
or you just dropping a hint
that you're single?
- What is it about you?
- I was thinking
the same thing about you.
Also, I'd own your mom.
Annie, hi.
I know you're working.
I'm home. Rome was so weird
and frustrating.
Can you please
call me back immediately?
I've gotta know
what's going on with the...
Miranda thing, okay?
Love you. Bye.
Hello?
Who are you?
What are you doing
in the shower?
Where's Annie?
- She's getting fresh bagels.
I'm Max.
- Okay.
- I'm Annie's boyfriend, Max.
I'm not usually this naked.
You're Cassie, right?
- Yeah, but no,
Annie doesn't have
a boyfriend, so...
- Right,
because of her weird rule
about no labels
in relationships?
- No, she just doesn't
have a boyfriend.
- She does;
she helped me out
with some, like, legal issues,
and we got close.
- I'm so... legal issues, what?
- I'm good with technology,
and rich people are kind of...
not.
Generally extortion.
You staying for breakfast?
'Cause she's only getting
two bagels.
- Okay, I am so confused
by what is...
- Okay, they didn't have chive,
but I got scallion,
which is, like, basically...
What happened?
- Well, I just met
your naked boyfriend, Max.
- Yeah, no,
I don't have a boyfriend.
- Oh, okay, yeah, sure.
- Label thing.
What can I do?
- Okay, listen, I'm in
major crisis mode right now,
but I do need to circle back
and ask about
this mysterious boyfriend
I've never heard of.
- Yeah, that's Max.
- Yeah.
- He... he's not my boyfriend,
and that...
I feel like that kind of
wraps up that discussion.
Now, can you just
tell me, like,
what is going on
and why are you here?
- Listen, when I got back
to my apartment today,
my door was open.
- Cas, I told you not to leave
that fucking key
above your doorway.
- No, this is not related.
That's just my hide-a-key.
No one knows where that is.
- It is 0% a hidden key
when, like,
half of Lower Manhattan
knows where it is, so...
- Okay, I am fucking serious.
This was scary.
Someone rummaged
through my stuff.
Okay, things were moved
just a little,
but I could tell that it was...
- Wait, so someone, like,
broke into your apartment?
- Yes.
Listen, could it be Miranda?
I know that sounds insane,
but could she have
followed me here from Bangkok
and she's trying to send me
some terrifying message?
- Who's Miranda?
Is that your stalker?
- Yeah, shutting it down
back there. Thank you.
- Okay, listen.
Have you spoken to Sabrina?
I need to know,
because her story
is gonna start getting me
off the hook.
- So Sabrina claims
that she's literally
never heard of anyone
named Miranda.
- What?
Oh, my God.
No way.
She's lying!
Look, you gotta call the FBI.
They need to question her
about this.
She has to tell them
the truth, right?
- Van White.
- This is Annie Mouradian,
Cassie Bowden's lawyer.
- Yeah?
- We believe Sabrina Oznowich
from Unisphere Capital
has some information
about this Miranda woman
and her relationship
to Alex Sokolov.
- Oh, we spoke to Ms. Oznowich.
Nothing of note.
Certainly nothing about
this supposed Miranda person.
But if I was
Ms. Bowden's lawyer,
I'd be scrambling for
alternative theories now too.
- Can you hold on
for just a sec?
- Are you kidding me?
That's not really how...
- What... what are they saying?
- Nothing.
- Annie.
- Shut up.
- Kendrick.
- It's Annie.
What's the latest on the
Sokolov Bangkok murder case?
- Annie, you can't
just call me up.
- Does your cousin's tenuous
drug-related legal charge
still require
a lawyer, though, or...
- Bangkok PD
found a shattered bottle.
They think
it's the murder weapon.
They're gonna reconstruct it,
see if they can
pull prints.
- We'll get back to you.
- Hey.
What?
- Um...
so they think they found
the murder weapon.
- Oh, my God.
The bottle, of course.
Of course they found the...
Oh, my God.
Shit.
I've seen "Dateline."
They zero in on one person.
That person is me.
I'm going to jail.
- You're not going to jail.
- Yes, I am.
I'm definitely going to jail.
- You're not gonna
go to jail.
Um...
stop watching "Dateline."
Look, I'm gonna
report the break-in,
and we'll see
where that gets us.
And, um...
you're gonna stay here
for a little bit, okay?
Just to be safe.
- Okay, thank you.
- Look, I'm gonna...
I'm just gon...
I'm gonna look into
Miranda and Unisphere,
and I'm just gonna
keep digging.
And, um, it's...
It's gonna be fine.
- Annie's trying,
but no one's gonna believe me.
I am so fucked.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop this. Stop this.
You can still
find Miranda, right?
But it's just gotten
a bit more complicated.
- Okay, but why is Sabrina
acting like this?
If you dated her,
then someone has to know...
Okay, check this out.
- I wish that I had siblings,
someone else for my mother
to focus her energy on.
Would've been great.
- Yeah, she's controlling.
- God, she hated
my last girlfriend.
So my dating life
was difficult.
Thanks for the reminder.
How is this helping?
- Okay, if your last girlfriend
was Miranda,
that means your mom
can confirm she's real.
- How are you gonna
get to my mom?
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Thank you for coming
such last-minute.
You look fantastic.
- I think emotional support
looks good on me.
- It does.
Here.
- Should we talk about the hat?
- What?
- It's a net.
- Just trying to be respectful
or something.
- How did your friend die?
- Um, I...
he...
I'm not supposed to ask that.
- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
I've actually never been
to one of these,
so that's new territory for me.
- It's okay.
You're perfect.
Thank you for coming with me.
- Of course.
- That's all that matters. Th...
Sorry, one second.
- Buckley?
Hey.
- Hey, how's it going?
- Yeah, you know,
I don't remember
putting your number
in my phone.
- I did it.
I mean, you asked me to
at the bar the other night.
- Okay, yeah,
that sounds like me, actually.
- Cool.
Look, so I just was wondering
if you maybe wanted to...
meet up at some point today
if you're free.
- You know, I'd love to,
but I have
a training session at work.
Like, water landings and stuff.
It's a whole ordeal.
Can we rain check on that idea?
- Yeah, yeah, totally.
Just don't drown
or anything, okay?
- Ha-ha.
Bye.
- Well, I'd love to know more
about the water landings.
Look, he's super sweet.
I just don't wanna get...
Whatever.
Don't judge me today.
I can't.
- Well, should we
catch a train?
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Are there boys on the train?
[soft pop music playing
- Julian?
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hi, a lot of these people
came in after me.
Is my drink ready?
- What was the name?
- Megan.
- Are you sure
it's not Mel Ann?
- Thank you.
- Always a pleasure to see you.
- Same here.
I'm sorry.
This is so exciting.
Corporate espionage.
- I know. Shh.
- Now, did you get
the flash drives?
- I did indeed.
All untraceable.
Well, untraceable
for Long Island, that is.
- Wonderful.
So you'll just download
the files we've requested
off your husband's computer
and pass the flash drive
along to Mr. Hak.
Well, why can't I just
hand them over to you?
- Well, that's
a beautiful idiom,
but it's not an answer.
- Are you having reservations?
It is a shame the way that
company treats your husband.
They just don't
appreciate him, do they?
- Mr. Ro, I don't have
any issues with...
borrowing files
from my husband's company.
I mean, it's just a facial
recognition thing, right?
I mean, it's not like
it's a big secret.
I just don't think
I can do it today.
- No, don't do that
to yourself, Mrs. Briscoe.
You are more than capable.
- Are you sure that no one
is going to find out?
- Absolutely.
What's the worst
that could happen?
If somehow things
did get sticky,
my company in Seoul will
step in and help your husband,
your entire family.
Because you are
very special to us.
- Thank you.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I am going to text my husband
and ask him to bring home
his work computer
so I can bid on a jadeite piece
for my kitchen.
That will definitely work.
- Fuck!
- Uh-oh, what did
the bad computer do now?
- Looking into Alex Sokolov
and Unisphere and...
I mean, the place is fucking...
It's squeaky-clean.
It's, like,
"save the dolphins" clean.
The scrubbed image
is fucking suspect.
I mean, there's only
so much that I can find.
You know, legally speaking,
so...
Yeah.
That sounds hard for you.
That's really hard.
- Yeah.
- Maybe you need a massage.
- I'm not flirting with you
right now.
- But if you were flirting,
we'd both be flirting.
- I'm talking about hacking.
I'm talking about hacking,
okay?
- Which I obviously
cannot condone
or even, you know,
know anything about because...
Hypothetically,
if I were to, you know,
just accidentally drop this
piece of paper on the floor...
- Then you'd be
a litterbug.
It's not okay.
- So if you,
obviously without
my knowledge
or express permission,
hypothetically were to then,
you know,
pick it up and look into
what was written on it,
how long would that take?
- Probably 20 minutes.
Okay, okay, yeah, sure.
Cool, cool, cool.
- What?
- It's weird.
That guy was just on the train
with us, and now he's here.
- Well, we were just on
the train, and now we're here,
so how is that weird?
- Also, he wants me,
so there's that.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
Who goes to the memorial
service for a guy
they slept with one time
in a foreign country?
Kim, when you hear galloping,
you think horses, not zebras.
- Why would you think that's
a thing to say to me right now?
- 'Cause sometimes the right
answer is the obvious one
that's walking
into that house right now
in a stupid little hat.
- We're doing the legwork.
This is under
Thai jurisdiction.
And we're gonna need
more than your galloping
to extradite a U.S. citizen.
- Okay.
How about the housekeeper's
statement from Bangkok
that Bowden was still
in the room the next morning?
- And another employee
saw her passed out on a bench
on another floor
at the same time.
Is she magic?
- Maybe.
- I'm sorry, what was that?
- When we find out
she killed him,
I'm gonna do a little dance.
- Oh, good for you.
That sounds fun.
- Honey,
did you bring me
to 3C's funeral?
- Actually,
it's a... it's a memorial.
I think they do that
when there's no body.
- That is not relevant.
Let me explain something.
How could you not tell me
that we were coming here?
- Okay, I... I...
I thought you would say no,
and I needed someone
to come with me.
- You thought right.
Cassie, I will not be
rubbing shoulders
with actual grieving pe...
These people are grieving.
- I'm sorry.
- I will not rub shoulders
with actual grieving people
like a sad tourist.
What I will do is leave you
standing here with him.
Think about your life choices.
I need a drink.
Do they have drinks
at memorials?
- Oh, my God.
Excuse me, have you seen
Janet Sokolov anywhere?
Is she...
- No.
- Bet everyone here
is telling stories about me
if you're curious.
- Nope.
- Well, I am curious.
- Alex, please.
Focus.
I need to find your mom.
- If I dated Miranda,
there should be
dozens of people here
who know her.
So why would you bother my mom
at my memorial service?
- There are 500 people here.
I'm supposed to walk up
to each one and say,
"Hey, do you know Miranda?"
- Good point.
It is a big house.
- Am I crazy?
I mean, who invites somebody
to a memorial service
as a plus-one?
It's just...
- Bitches, am I right?
What did you say?
Tell you something.
We don't call women bitches,
okay?
That is a phrased used
for delinquent fuckbois
and sometimes male politicians.
She is my friend.
She's confused.
What's your name?
- Michael.
- Michael?
With an M or...
- Michael.
- Yeah.
- It's nice to see you.
- Bill?
Bill, honey,
are you there?
Honey?
Stupid fucking dog.
- Dearest friends,
family, and colleagues,
your presence here means
the world to Janet and me.
Um...
The first time Alex
beat me in a game of chess,
he was so surprised,
he assumed we'd made a mistake.
- Oh, my God.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I... sorry.
- Sorry.
Sorry, sorry.
As I was saying,
I told him on that day
that it was his turn to start...
To start teaching me.
- Excuse me. I know.
I apo... I apologize.
I'm so, so sorry.
Why are you calling me
over and over?
- You need to come over
right now.
- I can't. I'm at a...
I'm at a spin class.
- What the fuck are you doing
in Westchester?
- Oh, my God.
Okay, I'm...
I'm at Alex Sokolov's memorial.
- Jesus.
Okay, Cass,
the Sokolovs own Unisphere.
Like, the whole fucking thing,
okay?
Max did some digging,
and he had to dig very deep.
- Okay, well, did he find
anything about Miranda?
- No.
Look, I need you
to listen to me, okay?
The Sokolovs
are laundering money
for some very scary people.
I shouldn't say this,
but some of these people
are my clients,
and when they need to,
they get very, very,
very violent.
Do you understand me?
I need you need to leave
that house right now.
- Okay, I hear you.
I hear you.
You're worried
about scary people.
But if I don't find Miranda,
I will never sleep
in my place again...
If I'm not arrested.
- Cass, please,
just get out
of that fucking house.
- Okay, whatever. I'm sorry.
I love you. I have to go.
- Cass...
Motherfucker.
She fucking dies,
I'm gonna kill her.
- Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
- Hey, Cassie.
It's me, Megan Briscoe.
I don't know why I said that.
Of course you know who it is.
Listen, are we still
bid buddies?
Because I really
need to get on that
Tokyo-Seoul route next month.
So if you don't wanna
go to Asia, let me know.
I can always ask Jada.
Call me back.
Bye.
- Is this
your father's wake?
- What are you doing here?
You can't be here.
- It is, isn't it?
Wh...
Look at you.
You're so young.
- What... that's not
how this works.
You... get out of my
childhood memories!
- Whoa, whoa!
- Yeah, I don't think
of those things,
so you can't think
of those things!
- Whoa, whoa, Cassie,
I didn't ask to be there.
It wasn't volitional.
- So what were you doing there?
- I don't know.
Why don't you tell me.
How about that?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- What are you looking for?
- A beer?
But aren't you, like, ten?
- Oh, my God, lay off.
It's a light beer, okay?
It's practically
flavored sparkling water
by adult standards.
- Your brother
has the right idea.
- Yeah, well,
you've never met him.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry!
Oh, my God.
Fuck off, Alex.
My... my dad
only used to give me beer.
That was my first sip
of hard alcohol.
I...
My God, I'm so sor...
I didn't mean to intrude.
- Then don't.
We can stand here quietly.
At least I know I can.
- You know,
I only met Alex briefly, but...
I've never known
anyone like him.
- He was generous.
More generous than I ever am.
Who knows where he got that?
I used to think he was born
into the wrong family
or some nurse
switched him at birth.
You know that can happen.
- I used to think that of me
and my brother growing up.
We should not have been
in the same family.
But I guess you can't
choose those things.
- Janet, you have a call.
Upstairs.
- I'm so sorry
to do this right now,
but I have to ask you
a question.
It's about Alex's
last girlfriend.
- What about Fiona?
- Sorry, Fiona?
I don't...
No, no,
I'm talking about Miranda.
Miranda Croft?
- What an absurd...
My son never dated
Miranda Croft.
Where did you get that...
Never mention that name
to me again.
- So you were never
even together?
- Or my mom's lying.
- Did you see her face?
She's telling the truth.
If you never even
dated Miranda,
then what the fuck is going on?
- I can't speak to those
particular concerns,
but I was just accosted
by a strange woman
asking questions about Miranda.
Whatever else is going on,
I will not let Victor, Miranda,
or anyone else at Lionfish
use my dead son as a scapegoat.
Where are the Lionfish files
that Alex left here?
- I shredded the documents
in your office this morning.
- All right,
let's go back down.
- Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
- Straight to voice mail.
Fuck.
- You're acting like
she's about
to be killed or something.
- That's not helping.
That's, um...
Look, I told her
to call me in an hour,
and it has been way longer
than an hour.
And, you know,
if she says the wrong thing
to the wrong person there,
then that, you know...
That... fuck.
Yeah, you know what?
I'm gonna...
Yeah, I can... I can just call
one of our clients,
and I can ask them to just
put in a call to the Sokolovs,
you know, just in case, like,
"Cassie Bowden,
"harmless flight attendant,
fixated on Alex,
isn't that cute?"
And my boss
is gonna be furious,
but, like, I can help, so...
- She might be totally fine.
- You really wanna
go out on a limb for her?
- I mean, she's my best friend,
Max, so yes.
- Best friend? Cassie?
We basically live together,
and I just met Cassie,
so she can't really be
your best friend.
- I'm, uh... I'm s... I'm sorry,
you live here?
- All my stuff's here, so...
- Oh, okay.
So the totality of the things
that you own are
a toothbrush, two T-shirts,
and a computer?
- You know I'm ready to unpack
your commitment issues
whenever you feel like
it's that time.
- Look, if you wanna
talk about Cassie,
we can talk about Cassie.
It's, like, people have
different types of friendships.
I don't care how it looks.
I'm making the call.
- Give it to us.
- Bowden's behavior
has been erratic.
- Erratic how?
- She's been drinking heavily,
she's made herself
a recurring public spectacle,
and she destroyed a tower
of cucumber sandwiches.
Oh, I did see her go upstairs
with Janet Sokolov.
- Maybe she did
know Alex before.
- Can someone kindly explain
to me why a federal battalion
is camped outside my house
taking photographs?
- We didn't mean
any disrespect.
We're just trying
to do our job.
- And I'm trying to find out
why your pre-owned sedan
is leaking oil
on my immaculate drive.
Oh, do you think I should wait
and ask at your son's
memorial service?
That's how we communicate,
right?
Now, I'll invite you all
to leave.
- Do you know
a Cassandra Bowden?
- Yeah, if I were
a paper shredder,
first thing I'd do
is, I'd probably
stop talking to myself.
Alex.
- Whoa.
Most people get pictures.
I have paintings.
- Yeah. A lot of them.
Okay, focus.
Come on, paper shredder.
Fuck.
Oh, Mr. Sokolov,
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I got a little bit turned
around when I walked upst...
- You're a friend of Alex's?
- I'm actually not...
I'm not really a...
I'm not really a friend,
just a...
I actually only knew him
for a day.
Well, 12 hours, really.
It was actually
just one evening.
But that evening was spent
having se... making love twice.
Well, there's
the infinity pool,
so actually three times.
- I'm sure you can
see yourself out.
- Yup.
- Here we are again.
Would you care to explain
why you're in my house?
- Don't mind her, dear.
She's just one of Alex's
good-time girls.
- Don't be stupid, Edward.
This girl was inquiring
about Miranda.
Now she's upstairs
snooping around.
- I actually have
legitimate reasons
for both of those things.
- Yes.
You're one of Victor's
incompetent field mice.
- Victor? Who?
- Oh, cut the theatrics.
- No, I'm a...
I'm a flight attendant.
Really, I'm... I'm... yeah,
in the... you know.
I have a badge.
I could show you.
It's got a little plastic
thing, but it... sorry.
Let me just grab it out of my...
- You really don't know what
you've walked into, do you?
- Um...
- Wait.
- So your family's terrifying.
- Maybe they're better
when their son didn't just die.
- Okay, they're not hanging out
in libraries with guns
because their son just died,
sorry, Alex.
Those are your parents.
You worked at Unisphere.
Are you associated
with these people?
- It seems as if
you're free to leave.
Unless you prefer to stay.
I don't...
I don't even know
how this happened.
I am so sorry for your loss,
really.
- Come on, let's go.
Just... quiet.
- Gonna pull my arm
out of the socket.
What is wrong with you?
Where are we going?
I didn't even wanna come here
in the first place.
- Oh, please,
I saw you liaisoning
with the cater-waiter;
I think you're okay.
- Liaisoning... liaisoning?
That's a word, "liaisoning"?
That's a lot of judgment
coming from a person
who just crashed
a memorial service.
What are you doing?
What is this?
This is a bag of trash.
You're a trash lady?
- Shut up. Quiet.
- You... you're hoarding?
What are you doing?
Yes, yes, I liaised
with a man named Michael,
a beautiful cater-waiter
who's taking me to tacos
in Bushwick on Saturday.
I don't know where Bushwick is,
but it's gonna be
fucking magical,
I'll tell you that.
- A magical taco
Bushwick connection, wow!
- Maybe that's what happened
with you and 3C
and your magical night
in Bangkok
that you keep saying
didn't happen.
Is there some other reason
that we are here
fully fucking interloping
on his actual grieving family?
- Shane.
- You wanted to go, I'm going.
- Shane.
- Get into it.
- I'm sorry.
Okay, you're right.
You're absolutely
fucking right.
I should not have come here.
I shouldn't have
brought you here.
I just... I thought it was
the right thing to do, okay?
I thought it was important.
I did; I thought it was
important, okay?
I wanted to clear my...
I wanted to clear my head
of this horrible,
horrible tragedy,
but I didn't do that.
I just made a fucking fool
of myself in there
'cause I'm a mess.
I'm a fucking mess.
I'm sorry.
Look, it doesn't matter.
No one in there
even knows who you are,
so let's just go.
It's fine,
It's not the end of the world.
- Listen, you cannot tell
anyone that I came here, okay?
It's fucking crazy.
I know that now.
I'm sorry.
- I can keep a secret, Cassie.
Let's go.
Come on.
- Okay, okay, she's alive.
- What?
- Okay, okay.
- Okay, great.
- I'm gonna just murder her
myself when I get the chance.
It's just like,
she stops answering my calls
and my text messages,
and she scares
the fucking shit out of me.
- Okay.
So was that... well, the favor
you called in even necessary?
- Uh, yeah.
I mean, she got out
in one piece, so...
Fuck, I don't know.
Maybe, but...
- It's great. It's great.
You pulled some strings
and you bailed out a friend.
Good job.
Your reward is some ramen.
- Right.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Max, that call that I made,
my... my boss is literally gonna
have my head on a stick.
- I would be more worried
about my payment.
- Your payment?
- My payment.
- For what?
- I believe I... I believe
I sent you an invoice
for investigative services
rendered.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
And I would like to be paid.
- Okay.
How would you like
to take your payment?
- Well, I worked for, like,
20 minutes.
- I'm trying to think
what you could do for,
like, 20 minutes.
- What I could do for 20...
- 20 whole minutes.
- 20 whole minutes.
I don't know.
What could it be?
- I'm gonna figure it out.
- Let's get some ramen.
- Okay.
- Sir, where is the bar car
on this train?
- Sorry, it's not
that kind of train.
- It's not that kind of train.
- Hi, I'm Miranda.
- Miranda.
- Fuck.