The Flight Attendant (2018): Season 1, Episode 5 - Other People's Houses - full transcript
Why are you putting
the lights up so early?
It's just now November.
'Cause I'm fucking festive,
that's why.
Hey, grab my hammer and bring
it up to me, would ya?
Oh, my God,
what is your problem?
Get the hammer.
Get up here.
He's a scaredy cat, Dad.
You know what?
I think he might be, sweetie.
You wanna help me out?
Why thank you.
That was hard, wadn't it?
Ah, shit!
Dad!
"Dad!
Dad!"
How did you become
such a goddamn pussy?
Hey.
Why don't go get me
another beer,
and get yourself one too, okay?
Just keep it hidden
like I showed you
from your mom, all right?
F
Your dad is such an asshole.
Just an early morning beer?
Come on, you can't even tell
what time of day it is.
Mom, look at this!
Oh, my God.
This is the moment
that I wanted to be
a flight attendant.
This exact moment.
What?
You...
You found
this inspirational?
Flight 7997.
It was a miracle
that no one died,
an absolute miracle.
This is unbelievable.
Yeah.
The lead flight attendant
was Cheryl McAdams.
She was all over the news
and in the paper.
She made everyone feel so safe
during the worst moment
of their lives.
I wanted to be just like her.
All I wanted to do
was help people.
You got another one?
Really?
I have some questions.
Your client is a witness
in this event.
She saw a woman
commit suicide this morning.
Is there really
much more to say?
Also, what is the FBI
doing on the scene?
We go where she goes,
and I'd like to ask,
Ms. Bowden,
what happened before
you came downstairs?
Sabrina!
You have no idea
what's going on.
Cassie, just let me
handle this.
Truly, no idea.
Cas.
According to tenants
in the building,
you were harassing the victim
minutes before this happened.
I thought someone was
attacking her inside, okay?
The shredded documents that
we taped together told us...
Taped?
Scotch Tape, and please
don't give me that face.
It's actually the only reason
we figured out
that Lionfish is using jets
to smuggle weapons.
Oh, and the Sokolovs
are laundering money
through Unisphere.
Annie, we figured that out too,
right?
No, uh...
And Miranda,
who I already told you about,
who chased me on a train,
did this to Sabrina, okay?
Because Sabrina spoke to me.
So basically, I'm...
starting to think
this is my fault.
She means metaphorically.
That was not
an admission of guilt.
Do you have any proof
of this?
You know what?
Thank you.
Special Agent White,
this was a courtesy,
as the NYPD was done with her.
So we're gonna be leaving now.
Good-bye.
Look, I know you just saw
some horrible shit again,
but what the actual fuck,
Cassie?
Annie, I don't think she's...
Shh.
Look, I don't know
if you realize it,
but you just said all of that
shit about Unisphere out loud.
You know, the stuff that
I very secretly told you,
the stuff that I'm legally
not allowed to know?
Uh, so that could blow up
in my face.
I don't know
if you thought about that,
or if that crossed your mind,
or... where are you going?
Annie,
give her a second.
Listen, I messed up, Annie,
I know that,
but that was not suicide.
Somebody killed her.
It was probably Miranda,
and I don't want to be next.
I don't want
you to be next either.
Stop walking.
Cassie!
Where are you going?
You literally don't have
anywhere to go.
You're right.
Right.
Jesus, Cas.
Okay, shh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look.
I am not trying to say
that you have to do this alone.
I am trying to help you.
Will you please
just let me help you?
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
F
She's lucky to have you
pick up all the pieces, huh?
Do you...
Do you believe her
about all this?
Hello?
Good morning, Ms. Mouradian.
Regarding the recent favor
you requested,
I'd love to meet today
to discuss
your current outstanding debts.
Certainly.
I understand.
I'll text you the address.
3:00 P.M.
Punctuality appreciated.
Of course.
Work stuff?
You asked if I believe her?
She has no photos,
she has no witnesses to...
Um, and there's the drinking.
Um...
She's my best friend, and
I really want to believe her,
and that's currently
where I'm at right now.
I mean, I helped her
put those papers together.
I think there's
something there.
I think something at least.
Well, um, look, Max, I love
that you both believe that,
but sometimes trash
that you get excited about
is still just fucking trash,
okay?
Um, I have to go.
It's so early.
It's 2:00 in the afternoon.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Annie had a work thing.
Yeah, gimmie that.
Thank you.
Mmm.
Oh, my God.
Max, I really fucked up.
Move.
I mean God, babbling
to the FBI about Unisphere.
That could be very bad
for Annie.
Just, like, so bad.
Ah, nah, she'll definitely...
It's Annie.
She'll be...
She'll be fine.
Max.
Shit, what do you want me
to say, Cassie?
She was, like, upset,
really upset,
and... I don't know,
maybe even a little scared.
Okay, fuck, oh, my God.
I hate hearing that.
Okay, okay, let's think.
Let's think.
Um, you already
got all that info
that Unisphere is doing
illegal things,
so if you got that again...
I wouldn't be able to hack
into Unisphere again
from the outside.
I tried.
They bulked up their security.
If maybe I could get inside
on one of
their actual computers, then...
No, no, can't, nope.
See, I already went there
and gave a fake name and broke
an expensive piece of art.
I'm not allowed
back there ever.
Then shit, I don't know
what to tell you.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Your hands are shaking.
Alex, this is
really, really bad.
Yeah, well,
things were already bad,
so technically,
they'd be worse now.
Are you serious?
I mean, I know what
you're thinking, Cassie,
but this isn't your fault.
What happened to me
isn't your fault.
What happened
to Sabrina isn't...
We don't know that, okay?
What's happening to Annie?
That is my fault.
If she gets disbarred,
her life is over.
She'll have to move back
to Queens,
live with her mom.
That's on me.
What can I do?
I'm out of leads.
I have no answers!
What am I supposed to do!?
Shh.
Just breathe.
Better?
Yeah.
If you try something,
it could just make it worse.
I have to help Annie.
I live in a shoebox.
It's a competition?
Yes, major, tell me
all about your fancy house.
Tell me, go, tell.
All right, all right.
I can work from home.
Mm.
It's in a great location.
It's got killer views.
Really?
What kind of views?
The doorman doesn't think so.
He stand out front all day
staring at the Vessel,
this giant sculpture.
He hates it.
I can work from home...
Whoa, why do you have
crazy eyes?
Um, okay, wait.
I think I have an idea
that could clean
this whole mess up
and also get Annie off the hook
at the exact same time.
That sounds too good
to be true,
so I'm gonna just remove myself
from the situation.
No, no, listen to me.
There's a way we can get info
without actually
going back to Unisphere,
but it's gonna require
your help and um, you know,
us doing some
semi-questionable stuff.
See, this is
the kind of thing
where I usually really want
to say yes...
Yes!
You just said it.
No, no, Annie won't like any
"semi-questionable" things,
and you know,
I really care about her,
so I'm trying to be on my best
behavior here, so please...
Okay, I get it, Annie is
everything to me, okay?
She's the only reason
I would ever join,
I don't know, a book club
or go kitchen shopping
when I don't even fucking cook.
'Cause it's Annie, right?
I cannot be the reason
that she gets in trouble.
So you have
to help me help her.
For Annie.
Okay, he said it was, like,
a new tallish building
with a doorman
that is staring at...
Oh, my God.
Doorman.
That's gotta be him.
That's gotta be the...
Yes, this is it.
Okay, Max, here's what
we're going to do.
We are going to sneak
into Alex's apartment.
Wait.
What?
You mean break
into his apartment?
Uh, no... well, yes.
Look, if he worked from home,
there's a computer
in there, right?
There could be
a lot of things in there,
like security systems,
or attack dogs,
or whoever killed this Alex guy
in the first place.
Okay, listen,
if there are attack dogs,
they haven't eaten in days.
They're gonna be very weak.
Okay, wait, what about all
the other stuff I just said?
Look, we're safer in there
than we are out here,
especially with Miranda
lurking around.
Plus we get to his computer,
we can get all the information
and put it on this.
Ha!
See, I feel like
I should enjoy that
because it's adorable,
but it doesn't feel cute
in this moment.
The whole crew got them
as gifts in Tokyo.
It lives in my purse because
who needs a flash drive?
A lot of people
need flash drives.
Right, exactly, us.
Right now.
It's, like, fate.
Aw, no, no, I do not like
that I'm actually starting
to listen to you.
Drink this
and calm the fuck down.
Let's get some answers.
Hello.
How may I help you?
Hi, my name is,
um, Alessandra,
and this my husband Brandon.
And my brother lives here.
Well, he did live here.
He actually died.
His name is Alex Sokolov.
Oh, my condolences.
I'm so sorry.
Alex was such a nice man.
Oh, that is so kind.
Isn't that so kind?
So our parents are having
a really rough time
getting through this,
so I'm sorting out
my brother's affairs,
and I would love to get
into his apartment.
We will not be long.
I do not want to be staring
at that monstrosity
any more than we need to.
I mean, that
is such an eyesore.
Mm.
It is.
You obviously have good taste.
He obviously has good taste,
huh?
So his apartment was 901.
No, honey, that was another
apartment that he lived in.
This one...
It's 1115.
1115.
That's what I was gonna say.
You know, you are so wonderful.
Thank you so much.
We're just so...
Thank you.
Thank you.
Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
Mom!
One second, sweetie.
Hi.
All right, come on.
Hello, go ahead.
We don't have all day.
I break into computers,
not homes.
Oh, my God please tell me
you know how this works.
Only that it requires
a multi-digit code.
It could be one
of a billion configurations.
God.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
When I was in Westchester
at Alex's,
there was a sticky note
that said,
"7226."
Ha!
How do you remember that?
Flight 7226 is JFK
to Johannesburg.
I know my flights.
What the...
Okay, this is kind of exciting,
but we should definitely
get it done.
Hmm.
You're nervous.
What if there are things
about you in here
that I don't want to know?
Wait, you think you'll
unravel all my dark secrets
by seeing what brand
of olives I buy?
I'm good with details.
You know, you could
just go home.
Is that my apartment?
Here we go!
Mr. Toad's wild ride
of New York real estate.
Who will Alex Sokolov
turn out to be?
Cassie, focus.
Come on, the computer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This is Cecilia.
Hi, it's me.
Oh, I'm sorry, you're gonna
need to be more specific.
The "me" who's
in direct violation of Victor
or the "me" who's putting
her life and mine in jeopardy
by casually calling me?
Both, I suppose?
This is not a joke, Miranda.
Unisphere receptionist,
Sabrina,
had some useful information.
Cassandra Bowden
uses an alias,
Alessandra Ricci,
and apparently Alex had
some private workstation
in his apartment
that I didn't know about.
I need to see if it has
a record of what he took.
Stop.
Cecilia, if I could stop,
but this is my fuck-up,
and I need to be the one
who fixes it.
This is personal.
And you know how agitated I get
when something is unfinished.
No, no, no,
I mean actually stop.
I will not do anything else.
Victor said,
"Get on a plane and get home,"
so get on a fucking plane.
If I may, I would like to
express my sincere gratitude.
How is your friend,
the one we assisted
with the phone call
to the Sokolov family?
She's okay.
Uh, thank you.
Well, mostly.
She's mostly okay.
So you will take this
into Claverack.
Hand-deliver it to one
of your firm's clients,
Jozef Jasar.
You'll tell him that his family
will be taken care of.
I could be disbarred.
I could be arrested.
I would be useless to you
in that case.
Well we suggest, then,
that you don't get caught
delivering the message.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Um, I can't do that.
Is there...
Is there another way?
Is there another option?
We are reasonable.
You may pass on this task
if you wish,
and we will happily
give you another.
But understand,
the next one
will be more difficult.
Cassie!
Cassie, I found it!
Okay, this is a direct link
to the external server
in his office.
Password.
Okay, password.
Wait, wait, wait.
West914.
That has to be it.
Yeah, people are so lazy
with their security.
F
What, a second passcode?
It requires
two-factor authentication.
It'll be
a randomly-generated number
sent to an app on his phone
and probably a fob.
What do you mean?
Like, a key fob?
Yeah,
with a little screen on it.
I can't get into this.
Ugh!
The fob will probably be
in the apartment.
Really?
Yeah.
Okay, well, let's find it.
Oxycodone.
Very fun.
Why do none of these women
have faces?
Is this Alex guy, like,
a serial killer or something?
I'll check the closet.
Vintage fetish collection...
In chronological order.
Getting less sexy.
Well, that's your opinion.
Don't you think this is all
unusual and a tad unexpected?
Wow, you are
quite obsessive, huh?
Oh, I see.
This apartment
is telling a story, right?
Well, wrong.
This is just...
They're just things, okay?
And because you're using
the fob as an excuse
to snoop around, now all
that stuff is in here too.
Okay, whatever.
I wasn't using the fob
as an excuse.
You're judging me.
You have a taxidermy
baby polar bear
in your apartment.
What the fuck is that?
Maybe it was a gift
from my dad.
He had one, remember?
Oh, okay,
and what about the metric ton
of Oxy I found
from different doctors
with different names on them.
They don't even belong to you!
What are you, addicted?
Are you a drug dealer?
What?
I don't fucking know,
and neither do you,
but you know what?
I'm really sorry I'm not
living up to your expectations.
Oh, my expectations?
Yeah.
How would you like it if I
waltzed through your apartment
and started piecing things
together without any context?
Wh...
I travel a lot.
Things spoil.
I can't fill the fridge.
Well, to me it looks like
a person that can't care
for herself as an adult.
Those are complimentary.
Oh.
Oh, this is actually
pretty self-explanatory.
This says alcoholic.
This image actually
undermines my argument
because it's
so fucking obvious.
So I drink a little bit.
I'm an adult.
I don't have a problem.
You got in bed with me,
and you didn't noticed
I'd been killed.
The problem wasn't
that I was drunk,
the problem was that you
did some sneaky shit
and got yourself killed.
It's not a problem for you?
Was it a problem for your dad?
And remember,
I've seen his funeral.
Alex.
This is not fun, is it?
Stop.
Because to me,
this says you're very much
your father's daughter.
Stop!
And you can't do any...
Fuck you!
I am not an alcoholic!
You want a show?
Fine.
I'll put on a show for you.
Is this the image
you have of me, Alex?
Does this look right to you?
You son of a bitch.
Max!
Max, I think I found it!
What?
Is this it?
Oh, bingo.
Okay.
What was that?
What was that?
I don't know.
Fuck.
Oh, my God.
Of course.
Is that Miranda?
That's Miranda!
Shh.
Damn it!
Shh!
So much for being safer here.
Oh, my God.
This is useless.
It's completely destroyed.
Don't be such a pessimist.
Agh!
Oh, my God, Max.
Wait, I think... I think
I found something.
We don't need
the fucking computer.
All right, we have to be ready
for anything
when we get to Lionfish.
If we can even get inside.
Why do you keep looking
over your shoulder?
It's a thing I do now.
Cassie!
Buckley?
What?
Hi.
Yeah, afternoon run,
but I was just thinking
about you, and here you are.
Yeah, um...
I feel like the universe
is telling us to hang out.
That was lame.
I'm sorry.
Forget I said that.
Is everything okay
with your friend last night?
Oh, my God.
I never texted you back.
I'm sorry, I've been, like...
It's all good.
You're busy, I get it.
It's okay.
Are you guys...
Oh, God, ew, no.
That's just Max.
Ew?
Sorry.
Max.
Buckley.
'Sup, man.
How do you guys
know each other?
We're actually
in a huge rush.
Work, airplane stuff,
but I'm gonna text you back
this time, for real,
and we're gonna hang out.
Okay.
I promise, okay?
But we gotta go.
Okay.
Bye.
Call Diana Carlisle, cell.
Yes?
Diana, they asked me
to smuggle
a small envelope into...
I told you.
I don't wanna hear about it.
Any arrangement you've made
is your business.
I just...
I thought that maybe
if you told me
that you needed me to come back
to the office right now,
then maybe I wouldn't have to...
No.
It is better
that I don't know any of this.
And Jesus, Annie,
discussing it on the phone...
f.
Hey.
Thanks for this.
How does a suicide
hook you guys?
Was there a suicide note?
No.
But you'd be surprised.
About 1/3 of them
don't leave notes.
That's one of those
romantic TV notions.
She was seeing a therapist.
Seeing a therapist
doesn't equate to suicide.
I see a therapist.
Me too.
Not that it's helpin'.
Half-folded laundry
on the bed.
Who kills themselves in
the middle of doing laundry?
New bolt on the door.
She didn't want someone
getting in.
Maybe she was being harassed.
That woman who called 911,
there's a lot of reports of her
banging the door down,
screaming.
Quite the spectacle.
Bill.
What...
What are you doing at a motel?
Well, first of all,
please don't use that tone
with me, William Briscoe, okay?
No, no, no, and second,
why are you following me?
I'm not following you.
I'm... no, I'm driving
to the steakhouse for lunch,
and I see you standing in
the parking lot of this... this...
It's motel, Bill.
It's a low-rent motel.
So?
I was going
to surprise you
with a sexy birthday surprise,
but you just ruined it.
My birthday's next week.
Duh.
That's why this is a surprise.
I was gonna bring you
here tonight
for some dirty roleplay,
but forget it.
Okay?
Just forget it.
Wow.
That sounds okay.
Can... that... that sounds good.
Can we do...
Can we do that?
I wanna do that.
Yes.
Wait a minute.
What did you think
I was doing at this motel?
Did you think
that I was having an affair?
No.
Honey, you don't trust me
after 20-plus years
of marriage?
No, no, no, no, no.
Of course I do.
Honey, I am so sorry.
It's fine.
It's okay.
You sure?
Yes.
I love you.
Hey, I love you too.
But next time you see me
standing in a parking lot
of a motel, don't be stupid.
Okay.
I'm'na see you back home.
I'm gonna go cancel the room.
Aw.
Not the dirty roleplay,
though.
Bye, honey.
See you at home.
Whoa.
Is this everything?
It's an empty office up front
and nothing in here.
This is the big, scary company?
All right, come on.
Door, let's go.
Shit.
How are we supp...
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Is that a lockpick?
Yep.
I thought you said
you didn't know how to do that.
I just didn't like that you
made assumptions about me.
Yes.
Shh.
It's okay.
Upstairs?
Yeah.
Fuck yes.
This is a gift.
Remove your jackets,
your shoes.
All other personal items,
place them into the bin
and head through.
All electronic devices
go into a separate bin.
F
This your jacket?
Yes.
I said all electronics
should go into a separate bin.
You grab those
on the way out.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Next.
I know you?
I'm a lawyer
at the firm
that represents you.
I work with your lawyer,
Martin.
I reviewed your case,
and you should know
that Martin is doing
an amazing job for you.
Good.
I am happy with him.
Good.
I know this may sound
awkward...
Um...
But could I hold your hand?
Just, um, for a moment.
Please.
I'm supposed to, um...
They told me that your family
will be taken care of.
Guard.
What is that?
It's my friend Megan
speaking Korean.
Here we go.
It looks like Alex
took money from Lionfish.
What?
He moved it offshore.
Okay, offshore where?
That seems intentionally
very unclear.
All right, well,
how much money?
Um...
Whoa, $200 million.
What?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Did they kill him
over this money?
Cas, you need to see this.
No, seriously.
What if they killed him
over this money,
or what if they think.
I know where the money is,
or that I have the money...
Cassie!
Okay, but that's
my missing ID from Bangkok.
What is this?
Hey.
Hey.
I checked in
on her movements.
You're not gonna believe this.
"Bowden and a male companion
entered an apartment building
"in Hudson Yards," and guess who
has a place in that building?
Alex Sokolov.
Well, the place
is leased to Unisphere,
but yes, Alex Sokolov.
Don't sit on my desk.
Sokolov's tax returns list
an address in Connecticut,
probably to avoid.
New York City taxes,
but he's getting mail
at this place for a year,
and Bowden just waltzed
right in.
She hugged the doorman.
It's feeling more and more
like they must've met
pre-Bangkok.
Kenneth Bell is also dead.
Is there anyone still breathing
on this list of files?
Uh, there is
also another one.
Elena King.
She's pending too.
Okay, what is this?
Me and bunch of dead people?
What the fuck is going on?
Max, that's not Elena King.
That's Miranda.
That's Miranda.
That's her.
Well, great.
At least you don't need a tower
of vodka bottles for this.
What did you get me
involved with?
It's my fault?
I'm dead.
Oh, sure, sure, sure.
Now there's a huge amount
of money missing
that you apparently stole,
and Miranda's just the tip
of this homicidal iceberg.
How many people want me dead?
You are so
not the good guy anymore.
You wanted me
to be the good guy,
and now you're pissed
because I'm not.
Oh, wow, that is so unfair.
You know, you really put your
best foot forward in Bangkok.
We were on a date.
Of course I was on
my best behavior.
Oh, really?
I'm just supposed to know
you're a liar?
I'm just supposed to assume
these things, really?
No, I mean...
Guess at the end of the day,
we're just two strangers
in a hotel room.
Are you okay?
Breathing is essential
in living a centered life.
Shit, shit, shit.
Victor.
Hello.
Sounds like you still might
be angry that I benched you.
No, no, no, I'm not mad.
I'm just, you know,
frustrated, maybe,
but you were right
to send me back.
I was just way too close
to that one.
You were even getting sloppy.
But you know,
with a little bit of distance,
it's really cleared my head.
No.
No, you have to agree
with me.
You were getting sloppy.
I... I was getting sloppy.
But now
you're back in London,
and we're all good, right?
Absolutely.
All right then.
It's just, you're not lying
to me, are you?
Of course not.
Okay, if we can get
this thing
to the FBI before,
I don't know, like,
a sniper shoots me in the face
or something.
Oh, my God.
Calm down.
There's no sniper that's...
What?
I can't authenticate myself.
What do you mean?
What are you doing?
Somebody out there knows
we're in here
and is probably en route
to us right now.
Shit!
We gotta... we gotta go this way.
F
Doing it right now.
You know,
you don't even realize it.
You didn't just invent
a narrative about me,
you're doing it to yourself
as well.
You told yourself you were
doing all this to help Annie,
just like you told yourself
you wanted to help
the people on that plane.
You say you wanna help people,
but really, you're just
attracted to disaster.
You weren't concerned.
You were excited.
It wasn't
about helping people.
I was...
I was running
towards the crash.
Aah!
Agh!
Max!
Max, Max!
Oh, shit.
Hon, are you okay?
Help!
Hey, it's Max.
You know what to do.
Hey, it's me.
Um, when I get home tonight,
do you think maybe we could
just spend some time together
and um, watch a stupid movie
and maybe...
Eat the rest
of the leftover pasta?
Come back.
Come on!
Fuck!
Somebody!
Yeah, just call me
when you get this, okay?
Bye.
F
the lights up so early?
It's just now November.
'Cause I'm fucking festive,
that's why.
Hey, grab my hammer and bring
it up to me, would ya?
Oh, my God,
what is your problem?
Get the hammer.
Get up here.
He's a scaredy cat, Dad.
You know what?
I think he might be, sweetie.
You wanna help me out?
Why thank you.
That was hard, wadn't it?
Ah, shit!
Dad!
"Dad!
Dad!"
How did you become
such a goddamn pussy?
Hey.
Why don't go get me
another beer,
and get yourself one too, okay?
Just keep it hidden
like I showed you
from your mom, all right?
F
Your dad is such an asshole.
Just an early morning beer?
Come on, you can't even tell
what time of day it is.
Mom, look at this!
Oh, my God.
This is the moment
that I wanted to be
a flight attendant.
This exact moment.
What?
You...
You found
this inspirational?
Flight 7997.
It was a miracle
that no one died,
an absolute miracle.
This is unbelievable.
Yeah.
The lead flight attendant
was Cheryl McAdams.
She was all over the news
and in the paper.
She made everyone feel so safe
during the worst moment
of their lives.
I wanted to be just like her.
All I wanted to do
was help people.
You got another one?
Really?
I have some questions.
Your client is a witness
in this event.
She saw a woman
commit suicide this morning.
Is there really
much more to say?
Also, what is the FBI
doing on the scene?
We go where she goes,
and I'd like to ask,
Ms. Bowden,
what happened before
you came downstairs?
Sabrina!
You have no idea
what's going on.
Cassie, just let me
handle this.
Truly, no idea.
Cas.
According to tenants
in the building,
you were harassing the victim
minutes before this happened.
I thought someone was
attacking her inside, okay?
The shredded documents that
we taped together told us...
Taped?
Scotch Tape, and please
don't give me that face.
It's actually the only reason
we figured out
that Lionfish is using jets
to smuggle weapons.
Oh, and the Sokolovs
are laundering money
through Unisphere.
Annie, we figured that out too,
right?
No, uh...
And Miranda,
who I already told you about,
who chased me on a train,
did this to Sabrina, okay?
Because Sabrina spoke to me.
So basically, I'm...
starting to think
this is my fault.
She means metaphorically.
That was not
an admission of guilt.
Do you have any proof
of this?
You know what?
Thank you.
Special Agent White,
this was a courtesy,
as the NYPD was done with her.
So we're gonna be leaving now.
Good-bye.
Look, I know you just saw
some horrible shit again,
but what the actual fuck,
Cassie?
Annie, I don't think she's...
Shh.
Look, I don't know
if you realize it,
but you just said all of that
shit about Unisphere out loud.
You know, the stuff that
I very secretly told you,
the stuff that I'm legally
not allowed to know?
Uh, so that could blow up
in my face.
I don't know
if you thought about that,
or if that crossed your mind,
or... where are you going?
Annie,
give her a second.
Listen, I messed up, Annie,
I know that,
but that was not suicide.
Somebody killed her.
It was probably Miranda,
and I don't want to be next.
I don't want
you to be next either.
Stop walking.
Cassie!
Where are you going?
You literally don't have
anywhere to go.
You're right.
Right.
Jesus, Cas.
Okay, shh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look.
I am not trying to say
that you have to do this alone.
I am trying to help you.
Will you please
just let me help you?
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
F
She's lucky to have you
pick up all the pieces, huh?
Do you...
Do you believe her
about all this?
Hello?
Good morning, Ms. Mouradian.
Regarding the recent favor
you requested,
I'd love to meet today
to discuss
your current outstanding debts.
Certainly.
I understand.
I'll text you the address.
3:00 P.M.
Punctuality appreciated.
Of course.
Work stuff?
You asked if I believe her?
She has no photos,
she has no witnesses to...
Um, and there's the drinking.
Um...
She's my best friend, and
I really want to believe her,
and that's currently
where I'm at right now.
I mean, I helped her
put those papers together.
I think there's
something there.
I think something at least.
Well, um, look, Max, I love
that you both believe that,
but sometimes trash
that you get excited about
is still just fucking trash,
okay?
Um, I have to go.
It's so early.
It's 2:00 in the afternoon.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Annie had a work thing.
Yeah, gimmie that.
Thank you.
Mmm.
Oh, my God.
Max, I really fucked up.
Move.
I mean God, babbling
to the FBI about Unisphere.
That could be very bad
for Annie.
Just, like, so bad.
Ah, nah, she'll definitely...
It's Annie.
She'll be...
She'll be fine.
Max.
Shit, what do you want me
to say, Cassie?
She was, like, upset,
really upset,
and... I don't know,
maybe even a little scared.
Okay, fuck, oh, my God.
I hate hearing that.
Okay, okay, let's think.
Let's think.
Um, you already
got all that info
that Unisphere is doing
illegal things,
so if you got that again...
I wouldn't be able to hack
into Unisphere again
from the outside.
I tried.
They bulked up their security.
If maybe I could get inside
on one of
their actual computers, then...
No, no, can't, nope.
See, I already went there
and gave a fake name and broke
an expensive piece of art.
I'm not allowed
back there ever.
Then shit, I don't know
what to tell you.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Your hands are shaking.
Alex, this is
really, really bad.
Yeah, well,
things were already bad,
so technically,
they'd be worse now.
Are you serious?
I mean, I know what
you're thinking, Cassie,
but this isn't your fault.
What happened to me
isn't your fault.
What happened
to Sabrina isn't...
We don't know that, okay?
What's happening to Annie?
That is my fault.
If she gets disbarred,
her life is over.
She'll have to move back
to Queens,
live with her mom.
That's on me.
What can I do?
I'm out of leads.
I have no answers!
What am I supposed to do!?
Shh.
Just breathe.
Better?
Yeah.
If you try something,
it could just make it worse.
I have to help Annie.
I live in a shoebox.
It's a competition?
Yes, major, tell me
all about your fancy house.
Tell me, go, tell.
All right, all right.
I can work from home.
Mm.
It's in a great location.
It's got killer views.
Really?
What kind of views?
The doorman doesn't think so.
He stand out front all day
staring at the Vessel,
this giant sculpture.
He hates it.
I can work from home...
Whoa, why do you have
crazy eyes?
Um, okay, wait.
I think I have an idea
that could clean
this whole mess up
and also get Annie off the hook
at the exact same time.
That sounds too good
to be true,
so I'm gonna just remove myself
from the situation.
No, no, listen to me.
There's a way we can get info
without actually
going back to Unisphere,
but it's gonna require
your help and um, you know,
us doing some
semi-questionable stuff.
See, this is
the kind of thing
where I usually really want
to say yes...
Yes!
You just said it.
No, no, Annie won't like any
"semi-questionable" things,
and you know,
I really care about her,
so I'm trying to be on my best
behavior here, so please...
Okay, I get it, Annie is
everything to me, okay?
She's the only reason
I would ever join,
I don't know, a book club
or go kitchen shopping
when I don't even fucking cook.
'Cause it's Annie, right?
I cannot be the reason
that she gets in trouble.
So you have
to help me help her.
For Annie.
Okay, he said it was, like,
a new tallish building
with a doorman
that is staring at...
Oh, my God.
Doorman.
That's gotta be him.
That's gotta be the...
Yes, this is it.
Okay, Max, here's what
we're going to do.
We are going to sneak
into Alex's apartment.
Wait.
What?
You mean break
into his apartment?
Uh, no... well, yes.
Look, if he worked from home,
there's a computer
in there, right?
There could be
a lot of things in there,
like security systems,
or attack dogs,
or whoever killed this Alex guy
in the first place.
Okay, listen,
if there are attack dogs,
they haven't eaten in days.
They're gonna be very weak.
Okay, wait, what about all
the other stuff I just said?
Look, we're safer in there
than we are out here,
especially with Miranda
lurking around.
Plus we get to his computer,
we can get all the information
and put it on this.
Ha!
See, I feel like
I should enjoy that
because it's adorable,
but it doesn't feel cute
in this moment.
The whole crew got them
as gifts in Tokyo.
It lives in my purse because
who needs a flash drive?
A lot of people
need flash drives.
Right, exactly, us.
Right now.
It's, like, fate.
Aw, no, no, I do not like
that I'm actually starting
to listen to you.
Drink this
and calm the fuck down.
Let's get some answers.
Hello.
How may I help you?
Hi, my name is,
um, Alessandra,
and this my husband Brandon.
And my brother lives here.
Well, he did live here.
He actually died.
His name is Alex Sokolov.
Oh, my condolences.
I'm so sorry.
Alex was such a nice man.
Oh, that is so kind.
Isn't that so kind?
So our parents are having
a really rough time
getting through this,
so I'm sorting out
my brother's affairs,
and I would love to get
into his apartment.
We will not be long.
I do not want to be staring
at that monstrosity
any more than we need to.
I mean, that
is such an eyesore.
Mm.
It is.
You obviously have good taste.
He obviously has good taste,
huh?
So his apartment was 901.
No, honey, that was another
apartment that he lived in.
This one...
It's 1115.
1115.
That's what I was gonna say.
You know, you are so wonderful.
Thank you so much.
We're just so...
Thank you.
Thank you.
Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
Mom!
One second, sweetie.
Hi.
All right, come on.
Hello, go ahead.
We don't have all day.
I break into computers,
not homes.
Oh, my God please tell me
you know how this works.
Only that it requires
a multi-digit code.
It could be one
of a billion configurations.
God.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
When I was in Westchester
at Alex's,
there was a sticky note
that said,
"7226."
Ha!
How do you remember that?
Flight 7226 is JFK
to Johannesburg.
I know my flights.
What the...
Okay, this is kind of exciting,
but we should definitely
get it done.
Hmm.
You're nervous.
What if there are things
about you in here
that I don't want to know?
Wait, you think you'll
unravel all my dark secrets
by seeing what brand
of olives I buy?
I'm good with details.
You know, you could
just go home.
Is that my apartment?
Here we go!
Mr. Toad's wild ride
of New York real estate.
Who will Alex Sokolov
turn out to be?
Cassie, focus.
Come on, the computer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This is Cecilia.
Hi, it's me.
Oh, I'm sorry, you're gonna
need to be more specific.
The "me" who's
in direct violation of Victor
or the "me" who's putting
her life and mine in jeopardy
by casually calling me?
Both, I suppose?
This is not a joke, Miranda.
Unisphere receptionist,
Sabrina,
had some useful information.
Cassandra Bowden
uses an alias,
Alessandra Ricci,
and apparently Alex had
some private workstation
in his apartment
that I didn't know about.
I need to see if it has
a record of what he took.
Stop.
Cecilia, if I could stop,
but this is my fuck-up,
and I need to be the one
who fixes it.
This is personal.
And you know how agitated I get
when something is unfinished.
No, no, no,
I mean actually stop.
I will not do anything else.
Victor said,
"Get on a plane and get home,"
so get on a fucking plane.
If I may, I would like to
express my sincere gratitude.
How is your friend,
the one we assisted
with the phone call
to the Sokolov family?
She's okay.
Uh, thank you.
Well, mostly.
She's mostly okay.
So you will take this
into Claverack.
Hand-deliver it to one
of your firm's clients,
Jozef Jasar.
You'll tell him that his family
will be taken care of.
I could be disbarred.
I could be arrested.
I would be useless to you
in that case.
Well we suggest, then,
that you don't get caught
delivering the message.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Um, I can't do that.
Is there...
Is there another way?
Is there another option?
We are reasonable.
You may pass on this task
if you wish,
and we will happily
give you another.
But understand,
the next one
will be more difficult.
Cassie!
Cassie, I found it!
Okay, this is a direct link
to the external server
in his office.
Password.
Okay, password.
Wait, wait, wait.
West914.
That has to be it.
Yeah, people are so lazy
with their security.
F
What, a second passcode?
It requires
two-factor authentication.
It'll be
a randomly-generated number
sent to an app on his phone
and probably a fob.
What do you mean?
Like, a key fob?
Yeah,
with a little screen on it.
I can't get into this.
Ugh!
The fob will probably be
in the apartment.
Really?
Yeah.
Okay, well, let's find it.
Oxycodone.
Very fun.
Why do none of these women
have faces?
Is this Alex guy, like,
a serial killer or something?
I'll check the closet.
Vintage fetish collection...
In chronological order.
Getting less sexy.
Well, that's your opinion.
Don't you think this is all
unusual and a tad unexpected?
Wow, you are
quite obsessive, huh?
Oh, I see.
This apartment
is telling a story, right?
Well, wrong.
This is just...
They're just things, okay?
And because you're using
the fob as an excuse
to snoop around, now all
that stuff is in here too.
Okay, whatever.
I wasn't using the fob
as an excuse.
You're judging me.
You have a taxidermy
baby polar bear
in your apartment.
What the fuck is that?
Maybe it was a gift
from my dad.
He had one, remember?
Oh, okay,
and what about the metric ton
of Oxy I found
from different doctors
with different names on them.
They don't even belong to you!
What are you, addicted?
Are you a drug dealer?
What?
I don't fucking know,
and neither do you,
but you know what?
I'm really sorry I'm not
living up to your expectations.
Oh, my expectations?
Yeah.
How would you like it if I
waltzed through your apartment
and started piecing things
together without any context?
Wh...
I travel a lot.
Things spoil.
I can't fill the fridge.
Well, to me it looks like
a person that can't care
for herself as an adult.
Those are complimentary.
Oh.
Oh, this is actually
pretty self-explanatory.
This says alcoholic.
This image actually
undermines my argument
because it's
so fucking obvious.
So I drink a little bit.
I'm an adult.
I don't have a problem.
You got in bed with me,
and you didn't noticed
I'd been killed.
The problem wasn't
that I was drunk,
the problem was that you
did some sneaky shit
and got yourself killed.
It's not a problem for you?
Was it a problem for your dad?
And remember,
I've seen his funeral.
Alex.
This is not fun, is it?
Stop.
Because to me,
this says you're very much
your father's daughter.
Stop!
And you can't do any...
Fuck you!
I am not an alcoholic!
You want a show?
Fine.
I'll put on a show for you.
Is this the image
you have of me, Alex?
Does this look right to you?
You son of a bitch.
Max!
Max, I think I found it!
What?
Is this it?
Oh, bingo.
Okay.
What was that?
What was that?
I don't know.
Fuck.
Oh, my God.
Of course.
Is that Miranda?
That's Miranda!
Shh.
Damn it!
Shh!
So much for being safer here.
Oh, my God.
This is useless.
It's completely destroyed.
Don't be such a pessimist.
Agh!
Oh, my God, Max.
Wait, I think... I think
I found something.
We don't need
the fucking computer.
All right, we have to be ready
for anything
when we get to Lionfish.
If we can even get inside.
Why do you keep looking
over your shoulder?
It's a thing I do now.
Cassie!
Buckley?
What?
Hi.
Yeah, afternoon run,
but I was just thinking
about you, and here you are.
Yeah, um...
I feel like the universe
is telling us to hang out.
That was lame.
I'm sorry.
Forget I said that.
Is everything okay
with your friend last night?
Oh, my God.
I never texted you back.
I'm sorry, I've been, like...
It's all good.
You're busy, I get it.
It's okay.
Are you guys...
Oh, God, ew, no.
That's just Max.
Ew?
Sorry.
Max.
Buckley.
'Sup, man.
How do you guys
know each other?
We're actually
in a huge rush.
Work, airplane stuff,
but I'm gonna text you back
this time, for real,
and we're gonna hang out.
Okay.
I promise, okay?
But we gotta go.
Okay.
Bye.
Call Diana Carlisle, cell.
Yes?
Diana, they asked me
to smuggle
a small envelope into...
I told you.
I don't wanna hear about it.
Any arrangement you've made
is your business.
I just...
I thought that maybe
if you told me
that you needed me to come back
to the office right now,
then maybe I wouldn't have to...
No.
It is better
that I don't know any of this.
And Jesus, Annie,
discussing it on the phone...
f.
Hey.
Thanks for this.
How does a suicide
hook you guys?
Was there a suicide note?
No.
But you'd be surprised.
About 1/3 of them
don't leave notes.
That's one of those
romantic TV notions.
She was seeing a therapist.
Seeing a therapist
doesn't equate to suicide.
I see a therapist.
Me too.
Not that it's helpin'.
Half-folded laundry
on the bed.
Who kills themselves in
the middle of doing laundry?
New bolt on the door.
She didn't want someone
getting in.
Maybe she was being harassed.
That woman who called 911,
there's a lot of reports of her
banging the door down,
screaming.
Quite the spectacle.
Bill.
What...
What are you doing at a motel?
Well, first of all,
please don't use that tone
with me, William Briscoe, okay?
No, no, no, and second,
why are you following me?
I'm not following you.
I'm... no, I'm driving
to the steakhouse for lunch,
and I see you standing in
the parking lot of this... this...
It's motel, Bill.
It's a low-rent motel.
So?
I was going
to surprise you
with a sexy birthday surprise,
but you just ruined it.
My birthday's next week.
Duh.
That's why this is a surprise.
I was gonna bring you
here tonight
for some dirty roleplay,
but forget it.
Okay?
Just forget it.
Wow.
That sounds okay.
Can... that... that sounds good.
Can we do...
Can we do that?
I wanna do that.
Yes.
Wait a minute.
What did you think
I was doing at this motel?
Did you think
that I was having an affair?
No.
Honey, you don't trust me
after 20-plus years
of marriage?
No, no, no, no, no.
Of course I do.
Honey, I am so sorry.
It's fine.
It's okay.
You sure?
Yes.
I love you.
Hey, I love you too.
But next time you see me
standing in a parking lot
of a motel, don't be stupid.
Okay.
I'm'na see you back home.
I'm gonna go cancel the room.
Aw.
Not the dirty roleplay,
though.
Bye, honey.
See you at home.
Whoa.
Is this everything?
It's an empty office up front
and nothing in here.
This is the big, scary company?
All right, come on.
Door, let's go.
Shit.
How are we supp...
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Is that a lockpick?
Yep.
I thought you said
you didn't know how to do that.
I just didn't like that you
made assumptions about me.
Yes.
Shh.
It's okay.
Upstairs?
Yeah.
Fuck yes.
This is a gift.
Remove your jackets,
your shoes.
All other personal items,
place them into the bin
and head through.
All electronic devices
go into a separate bin.
F
This your jacket?
Yes.
I said all electronics
should go into a separate bin.
You grab those
on the way out.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Next.
I know you?
I'm a lawyer
at the firm
that represents you.
I work with your lawyer,
Martin.
I reviewed your case,
and you should know
that Martin is doing
an amazing job for you.
Good.
I am happy with him.
Good.
I know this may sound
awkward...
Um...
But could I hold your hand?
Just, um, for a moment.
Please.
I'm supposed to, um...
They told me that your family
will be taken care of.
Guard.
What is that?
It's my friend Megan
speaking Korean.
Here we go.
It looks like Alex
took money from Lionfish.
What?
He moved it offshore.
Okay, offshore where?
That seems intentionally
very unclear.
All right, well,
how much money?
Um...
Whoa, $200 million.
What?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Did they kill him
over this money?
Cas, you need to see this.
No, seriously.
What if they killed him
over this money,
or what if they think.
I know where the money is,
or that I have the money...
Cassie!
Okay, but that's
my missing ID from Bangkok.
What is this?
Hey.
Hey.
I checked in
on her movements.
You're not gonna believe this.
"Bowden and a male companion
entered an apartment building
"in Hudson Yards," and guess who
has a place in that building?
Alex Sokolov.
Well, the place
is leased to Unisphere,
but yes, Alex Sokolov.
Don't sit on my desk.
Sokolov's tax returns list
an address in Connecticut,
probably to avoid.
New York City taxes,
but he's getting mail
at this place for a year,
and Bowden just waltzed
right in.
She hugged the doorman.
It's feeling more and more
like they must've met
pre-Bangkok.
Kenneth Bell is also dead.
Is there anyone still breathing
on this list of files?
Uh, there is
also another one.
Elena King.
She's pending too.
Okay, what is this?
Me and bunch of dead people?
What the fuck is going on?
Max, that's not Elena King.
That's Miranda.
That's Miranda.
That's her.
Well, great.
At least you don't need a tower
of vodka bottles for this.
What did you get me
involved with?
It's my fault?
I'm dead.
Oh, sure, sure, sure.
Now there's a huge amount
of money missing
that you apparently stole,
and Miranda's just the tip
of this homicidal iceberg.
How many people want me dead?
You are so
not the good guy anymore.
You wanted me
to be the good guy,
and now you're pissed
because I'm not.
Oh, wow, that is so unfair.
You know, you really put your
best foot forward in Bangkok.
We were on a date.
Of course I was on
my best behavior.
Oh, really?
I'm just supposed to know
you're a liar?
I'm just supposed to assume
these things, really?
No, I mean...
Guess at the end of the day,
we're just two strangers
in a hotel room.
Are you okay?
Breathing is essential
in living a centered life.
Shit, shit, shit.
Victor.
Hello.
Sounds like you still might
be angry that I benched you.
No, no, no, I'm not mad.
I'm just, you know,
frustrated, maybe,
but you were right
to send me back.
I was just way too close
to that one.
You were even getting sloppy.
But you know,
with a little bit of distance,
it's really cleared my head.
No.
No, you have to agree
with me.
You were getting sloppy.
I... I was getting sloppy.
But now
you're back in London,
and we're all good, right?
Absolutely.
All right then.
It's just, you're not lying
to me, are you?
Of course not.
Okay, if we can get
this thing
to the FBI before,
I don't know, like,
a sniper shoots me in the face
or something.
Oh, my God.
Calm down.
There's no sniper that's...
What?
I can't authenticate myself.
What do you mean?
What are you doing?
Somebody out there knows
we're in here
and is probably en route
to us right now.
Shit!
We gotta... we gotta go this way.
F
Doing it right now.
You know,
you don't even realize it.
You didn't just invent
a narrative about me,
you're doing it to yourself
as well.
You told yourself you were
doing all this to help Annie,
just like you told yourself
you wanted to help
the people on that plane.
You say you wanna help people,
but really, you're just
attracted to disaster.
You weren't concerned.
You were excited.
It wasn't
about helping people.
I was...
I was running
towards the crash.
Aah!
Agh!
Max!
Max, Max!
Oh, shit.
Hon, are you okay?
Help!
Hey, it's Max.
You know what to do.
Hey, it's me.
Um, when I get home tonight,
do you think maybe we could
just spend some time together
and um, watch a stupid movie
and maybe...
Eat the rest
of the leftover pasta?
Come back.
Come on!
Fuck!
Somebody!
Yeah, just call me
when you get this, okay?
Bye.
F