[Joe] Previously on You…
You're back in the greatest city in the world.
All thanks to the one person who could make it possible.
Forbes… brewing up some kind of a hit piece about Kate.
It's impossible.
Bob's calling a no-confidence vote and he has your sisters on board.
Your daddy put you in that seat
because he thought you had what it takes to run things.
But instead you came back from London dulled,
with a simp of a husband and a fucking kid.
- [scoffing] He knows. About Rhys. - [Joe] Fuck.
He'll find out it was you who did it.
But if this gets out, what we did…
It's him, or us.
What are you saying?
You know what I'm saying.
[Joe] The bastard thought he could come for you.
How dare you! Stop--
[Joe] You've missed this. You feel so fucking alive.
Wait, I know you. You're Prince Charming. Joe… Goldberg, right?
- What's your name? - Bronte.
- How would you like to work here, Bronte? - I would love that. [chuckles]
[soft contemplative music playing]
[Joe] Hello, you.
For years you've hidden a part of yourself,
scared to jeopardize your perfect life.
But after breaking the seal with Bob,
- life feels different. - [Bob shouts]
[Joe] Because you protected the person you love.
- Finally you feel like you again. - [Bob choking]
[Joe] You thought that to live happily ever after
you had to bury your old self,
that love and acceptance
- weren't given to the bloodthirsty. - [exhales]
But, like the vampire, Louis,
you've learned that sometimes blood is the path
to a richer, realer existence.
It's more than a fresh start.
It's a resurrection.
And it feels fantastic.
[low dramatic music playing]
[mellow music playing]
[Joe] You've never seen your wife so relaxed.
No more 6:00 a.m. check-ins from Bob.
All because you helped her crush the insurrection.
- [liquid pouring] - [cutlery clatters]
- [news playing indistinctly] - Breakfast burritos again?
They're so good, Mom.
[music fades]
- They look rather greasy. - You say that like it's a bad thing.
[Kate chuckles softly]
Oh, my Good Lord. In a few years, I won't be able to tell you two apart.
[Henry] Can we go to a museum today?
What about school? I thought you were gonna ace that spelling test, right?
I know, but I really want to see the piranha exhibit.
Maybe this weekend, bub, okay? Go, brush your teeth.
Wonder what that was about?
I think he just wants to spend more time with you.
Like father, like son.
- Oh, really? - Hmm.
Well, that's nice.
Mmm, you smell good.
- Do I? - Hmm.
- What's gotten into you this morning? - It's the burrito.
[chuckling] Oh, my gosh.
[newscaster] …sending shockwaves to the New York corporate world and beyond.
- [volume increases] - Remembering Robert "Buffalo Bob" Cain,
one week after we lost the Texas Cowboy magnate.
[pensive music playing]
[remote control clatters]
You okay?
I just can't help, uh, but worry.
I told you.
I was careful.
You can't blame her for being paranoid. She's not used to this.
What about those pages I read? You've destroyed them, right?
Along with all your other writing.
All?
You wrote about murdering a man who ended up dead.
Those pages and all your other murder fiction
can't see the light of day.
Promise me you'll burn them.
[Joe] Her concern's valid.
But your musings deserve better than a fire,
especially when you've locked them away.
A secret just for you.
Of course.
Thank you.
["On the Run" by Glass Animals playing]
♪ I swear that I try, swear that I try ♪
♪ Just to get it all the right way ♪
- [shop bell tinkles] - [horn honks]
- [door closes] - Uh, what is that?
Isn't it gorgeous?
I found it on the street.
Can you believe that?
I think it's giving, like, Edgar Allan Poe post-menty-B,
which I think could actually be its own subgenre
of cottage-core e-boy maximalism.
I have no idea what you just said,
but this… No, that's not coming any further. I'm sorry.
Come on! It just…
- It needs a light wipe-down. - Ah!
A light… Have you heard of bedbugs?
Oh! Okay.
Is the rich guy afraid of things other people have touched?
[Joe] Is she flirting?
This is literally a used bookstore.
[chuckles] Books don't count.
Not since Warren Buffett wrote that books are one of the best investments
outside of stocks, property and art.
- So she's a playwright… - Hmm.
…who reads the Financial Times as well as Ibsen.
It's very impressive.
Are you flirting?
She also reads fairy smut, so… Gotta keep my portfolio diversified.
[Joe] Definitely flirting.
[inhales] Plus, I think if I'm going to be working here,
I need to learn to sell to your kind of people.
What do you mean, "my kind of people"?
[chuckles] You know, rich folks.
You know, I saw a picture of you in The Cut
at a charity dinner where a plate cost more than my kidneys.
And you were sat next to the Prince of… [clicks tongue]
[Joe] Hmm.
- Denmark. - Right.
The Prince of Denmark.
So, why aren't you gallivanting through Copenhagen?
What are you doing here?
- Inventory. - [Bronte] Huh.
[distant siren wailing]
I just didn't expect you to be around.
Isn't this place a tax write-off?
I actually worked here for years.
Oh. To seem more interesting while attending Columbia?
I didn't go to college. I was here making a living.
Well, then you should know
that you can't afford rent in this city on my paycheck. [chuckles]
But who needs central heating
when you have Lady Chatterley's Lover to keep you warm?
You're… You're not still sleeping here, are you?
[inhales] Uh…
Sometimes. [chuckles]
It's temporary. I just…
I was staying with an ex and it was bad vibes.
Would five bucks more an hour help pay for your own place?
Wow. [chuckles] You really have no idea, do you?
- [Joe] Okay. I get it. - Mm-hmm.
I get it, I do. You think that I'm not real people.
But I am. So how's this?
Eight dollars more per hour,
and that's officially, like, three times more than I ever made here.
You can't just throw money at everything, Joe.
I'm not a charity case.
[Joe] Hmm.
No. Of course not. No…
[laughing] I'm just giving you shit. I will always take your money.
[Joe] How can someone be so frustrating and utterly captivating at once?
Flirting is fine. Flirting is safe.
Like your writing, it's a healthy place to put things, rather than…
This bookshelf, did you… Did you move that?
Oh, yeah. I was sweeping earlier and it was kind of in my way.
- [suspenseful music playing] - What's in there?
Guaranteed tetanus shot. It's just some old storage,
but it's a little bit dangerous. So… stay out.
- Okay. - [book thuds]
Whatever you say, boss.
[cell phone ringing]
[music fades]
"The Baisley School."
Isn't that place more expensive than Yale?
So real people.
Hello?
Whoa, whoa. What do you mean "an incident"?
[indistinct chatter]
- Joe. - Hey, Henry got in a fight?
Wait until I get my hands on the little shit who messed with him.
[children chattering]
There he is.
Oh, why is Henry talking to a cop?
Because Henry is a monster.
Reagan. Oh, my God. What happened?
He broke my daughter's nose.
Gretchen claims that the attack was completely unprovoked
and Henry's refusing to tell his side of the story.
Which is normal when a child is grappling with shame around their actions.
Was it really necessary to call the police?
Look, that was Gretchen's parents' call.
Dr. Val, this is… [sighs] This is very unlike Henry.
He didn't wanna go to school today, which is really odd.
Something must have happened. He would never do this without a reason.
[Dr. Val] That might be true.
But here at Baisley, we have a zero tolerance for violence policy.
[inhales] I'm here to give a clinical opinion
so the school can decide the best course of action.
Now, I would love to get a sense of Henry's history, if you don't mind.
Yeah.
Now, has Henry ever exhibited violent behavior before?
- Never, no. - No.
What about his early development?
Henry's earliest years weren't the most stable.
[hesitates] Yes, and we can assure you that his home life is very stable now.
Instability in those first few years have long-term effects.
Can we stay in the present? We don't know what happened yet.
Well, we do know that your son punched a little girl, Mr. Goldberg.
And now that he has exhibited signs of violence, we need to figure out--
This is one out-of-character incident.
My son isn't violent. Our son isn't violent. [chuckles]
I'm picking up on a little resistance here.
Now, I would never dare to presume,
but did you experience violence as a child?
[suspenseful music playing]
- [Sandy] Stop! Get off of me! - [slaps]
No.
- Or perhaps you acted out yourself? - [gunshot echoes]
Why are we talking about me? If you're reading resistance,
it's because I don't like the idea of my son being classified as violent
after one incident.
Sounds like I'm striking a chord.
Look, I just want to know what happened.
It doesn't make sense that Henry would do this.
Of course. And we will investigate.
But in the meantime, we're going to have to suspend him.
[inhales] And if Reagan decides to press charges,
we'll have no choice but to expel Henry.
[music fades]
- [horn blares outside] - [man shouting indistinctly]
- [distant siren wailing] - [box thuds]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[man on video] Apply a little tension to the cylinder.
Now, align the first safety pin on the bottom part of the keyhole,
and then align the second safety pin in order to lift the pins inside,
so that the upper pin is above the shear line.
Keeping a little tension on the cylinder will keep the pins from falling back down.
That's important. Also, be careful
- not to put the lower pins… - [lock clicks]
…above the shear line as this will also…
- [door creaking] - Shit.
- [shop bell tinkling] - Welcome to Mooney's. Pretty cool, right?
Hey, Bronte? You here?
[Henry] Ooh! A ladder!
[Joe] Yeah. Yeah, just be careful, because it moves.
All right? So…
Bronte? Where are you?
Oh. Hey. Thought I heard something.
Who is this lady-killer?
[Joe] Unfortunate turn of phrase.
This is Henry. Henry, meet Bronte.
Oh! Hi, Henry.
[inhales] Whatcha reading? What do you got?
Oh! The Hobbit. That's nice.
Who's your favorite character? And why is it Smaug?
What? Thorin all the way.
Okay. You always root for the good guys, huh?
That is noble of you. But, uh, I prefer the baddies myself.
[Joe] Was that for you? Are you a baddie? Not… Not in front of the kid.
Uh, no school today?
[clicks tongue] Oh, well…
I got suspended.
[chuckles] Okay, so he is a baddie.
[soft whimsical music playing]
That's… terrible.
Uh… That's bad, Henry.
[inhales] I'll, uh… I'll let you guys…
Leave you to it. Um…
I'm gonna go back to what I was doing. Right…
[distant siren wailing]
[sighs] Hey, bub.
Do you understand why you were suspended?
Yes, because I hit Gretchen.
I know it was wrong.
[Joe] You've taught him well, instilled morals, not violence.
He's a nice boy who made a mistake and deeply regrets it.
Can you tell me what happened?
It's okay. I won't be upset. You can tell me.
She said my mom was a killer.
[Joe] What the fuck?
I called her a liar, but she said she heard her mom talking about it.
[Joe] Fucking Reagan carelessly exposing Henry's birth mother, Love,
in front of her bigmouth daughter.
Henry, I'm sorry that she said that to you.
Is it true, what Gretchen said?
[Joe] Here's the conversation you've been dreading for years.
Honesty is the best policy,
but you too were once a kid
who was introduced to the concept of murder too soon.
He's never gonna hurt us again.
[Joe] You'll tell him the truth one day.
For now, you'd rather preserve your son's innocence
for as long as possible.
Your first mom loved you so much,
and she was very sick, which is why she isn't here with us.
Right?
But, no, what Gretchen said isn't true.
All right, bub, you can go upstairs. No screens, though, okay?
[elevator doors close]
[sighs]
Oh! What is this for?
[Kate] I've invited Reagan and Harrison over for dinner.
- What? - She's telling everyone about Henry.
I had to act fast.
Oh, fuck.
We need to make peace tonight before she decides to press charges.
[Joe] Kate thinks she can appease Reagan,
but you know you can't negotiate with a terrorist.
[Kate] She'll be lobbing grenades all night.
But if it diffuses even some of her rage,
it will be worth it.
I really need you on my side tonight.
[cutlery clinking]
Laura, can you just give us one moment? Thank you so much.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
[soft contemplative music playing]
If this is what you want, sure,
but you need to know that Reagan is the reason Henry punched Gretchen.
She was telling kids at school Henry's birth mom was a murderer.
Apparently, she heard Reagan say it.
Christ. Poor Henry.
I can't believe Reagan would talk about that in front of a child.
We need a game plan for tonight.
[Joe] There's always a meat grinder.
What Reagan did was careless,
but she holds a grudge like it's her second job.
We can be the bigger people here.
[Joe] She's right. You can be cool-headed
and still defend your family against the Gorgon.
We can be the perfect hosts.
Charm Reagan into submission.
Thank you.
[music fades]
- [doorbell rings] - [soft jazz music playing over speakers]
Reagan… [exhales] Harrison, welcome.
Come in. No Gretchen?
We thought it best she stay home, seeing how she's been maimed.
[Joe] She does love hyperbole. Look sympathetic.
She's just resting. Probably playing Fortnite.
[scoffs] Our daughter's been traumatized. Don't minimize it.
[Joe] First castration of the night, but Harrison can take the hit.
A former NFL player who suffered one too many concussions,
his options were limited. Lucky for him,
it doesn't take a genius to be a trophy husband.
That's a shame. Henry would have loved to apologize.
Oh. Well, his excuse will have to wait until after her rhinoplasty.
- [doorbell rings] - [Joe] Saved by the bell.
- I'll get it. - [huffs]
[Joe] Oh.
- Maddie! - Hi, Boo-Boo! [kisses]
- Hi, Kate. - Hi…
Hi, everyone.
This is Kenton.
Howdy. Thanks for having me.
You're most welcome, Kenton.
Um… [sputters] We just weren't expecting either of you.
Maddie's here for moral support.
[Joe] What she really means is she needs the numbers to gang up on Kate.
Oh! Whole gang's here, I see.
What are you doing here?
Just supporting Kate.
You mean weaseling your head further up her asshole?
Really vying for that board seat, aren't you?
- [Maddie chuckles] - So lovely to see you too.
[Joe] Well, this ought to be fun.
[Kate] Shall we?
[Joe] There's a reason we only eat with the family
at Thanksgiving and funerals.
You could drive a tank through the silence.
How are the truffles? They're from the same vendor as Babbo.
I don't care for parasites.
Truffles are good. The drizzle is a little bit sweet, though.
- I think my sugar's gonna skyrocket. - [Kenton] Diabetic?
Mm-hmm. Type 1.
[inhales] Though it might just be those sweet lips of yours.
[Joe] Clearly a match made in heaven.
Are we really here to discuss the food, Kate?
I was gonna wait until the main course, but yeah, sure, we can speed things along.
- [Reagan] Hmm. - It means a lot
that, despite everything, we can come together.
I think we can all agree that our family isn't exactly…
[chuckles] …the warm, fuzzy, [sniffles] type.
[Joe] Understatement of the century.
[Kate] But who can blame us?
I mean, since we were in nappies, Dad pitted us against each other.
You're not trying to blame Daddy for what Henry did.
Oh, look, Rae's interrupting. Again.
Even since Dad's passing,
I've tried to make this work for all of us,
but I clearly haven't done enough,
and I'd like to change that.
[Joe] Where's she going with this?
[Kate] I thought it might be nice
to escape the city and the office just for a few days.
What about a trip to the Hamptons?
Like when we were kids.
Before things got so tense.
I'm actually super into this. [laughs]
Kenton, you have to come.
The family house, it's so magical.
It's not the family house, it's Kate's house.
Daddy left it to her, as if the company weren't enough.
[Joe] Bitter, party of one.
Kate, I will not be manipulated by trips and desperate speeches.
Tonight is about your son.
And the irreparable damage he did to my daughter's beautiful face.
And I would like to know what you plan on doing about it.
[gasps] What if they pay for the nose job?
That would be a suitable first step.
Done.
What would be an acceptable second step for you, Reagan?
Well, obviously he can't go back to Baisley.
[chuckles] I mean, there are other schools
more capable of dealing with a child with needs.
- Needs? - [Reagan] Mm-hmm.
[clicks tongue]
And… [exhales]
I want an apology from both of you.
[tense music playing]
Admitting that your complete failure as parents
is what led to Henry's violent behavior.
- Rae… - [Joe] She's got to be fucking kidding.
This is about accountability.
And Henry needs special attention.
After he was abandoned,
and then yanked from his old home and thrown directly into yours,
he should've been in therapy immediately.
- Listen, Reagan-- - I apologize.
We take full accountability.
Henry should have known better, and the fact that he didn't is my fault.
[Joe] Fuck being nice.
She's a miserable succubus
who will stop at nothing until we're groveling at her feet.
- [music fades] - [horns blaring]
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music playing]
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music continues]
[lights thud]
[gasps]
Holy shit.
[exhales]
[dramatic music playing]
Oh, my God, it's the fucking mecca.
[camera shutter clicks]
[door lock clicks]
[dramatic music intensifies]
No, no, no, no, no. [gasps]
No, no, no.
Oh, fuck. Okay… [exhales]
Fuck. [exhales] Shit.
[breathing shakily] Oh.
Fuck. [exhales shakily]
Fuck. [breathing heavily]
- [music fades] - [vibrates]
[Reagan] Kate gave an okay apology.
Joe?
Is there anything you'd like to add?
[Joe] She wants you to demean yourself in front of the whole family.
Can you do that for your son?
Reagan, Harrison.
I apologize for Henry's behavior.
And I never condone violence for any reason.
I take my son's actions as a personal failure.
I can assure you that this won't happen again.
[scoffs softly]
[inhales] I don't believe you.
[Joe] What?
Caught on a fucking wheel.
You know what I can't believe?
That you can sit here and call us bad parents
when the reason our children got into this fight
was because you were gossiping about me and my late wife
in front of your eight-year-old.
What are you talking about?
Gretchen was teasing Henry,
telling the whole school about how you were calling his birth mom a murderer.
[tense music playing]
[Reagan softly] Oh.
[breathes shakily]
I wasn't talking about Love Quinn.
I was talking about Katie.
I think you had Uncle Bob killed.
[Joe] Oh, fuck.
- [Maddie gasps] - Should I leave?
- Shh. - [Kate] That's ridiculous.
Reagan, Bob killed himself.
Yeah? And how many of Daddy's friends
just killed themselves when they got in his way, hmm?
I mean, you were always Daddy's favorite because of your, uh… [inhales]
What did he call it, Maddie?
"Killer instinct"?
[Kate] Hmm.
Pretty convenient that Bob had a sudden rush of depression
right before he was about to call for a vote of no confidence against you.
[Kate] Uh…
[Teddy laughs, claps]
Wow. Rae, wow.
I love it when the self-ordained highest IQ in the family
acts so fucking stupid. [inhales]
[music fades]
Of course Kate knew about the no-confidence vote.
What good CEO wouldn't?
But she didn't have Bob killed.
And how are you so sure about that, dog trainer?
Because you did it?
Because I saw the security footage of his death myself.
[Joe] He's lying.
Oh. Well, if there's footage, then I want to see it.
[suspenseful music playing]
I erased it. No one needs to see that.
[chuckles] Again, how fucking convenient.
[Kate] That's enough.
Joe and I have done everything that you've asked.
We've apologized and we've taken accountability. [inhales]
So why are you still trying to punish me?
What more do you want?
What I want… [exhales]
…is for you to step down as CEO.
I'm so sick of watching you use the company
to stroke your own ego.
And so was Bob.
And I don't know exactly what he had on you.
But I do know it was enough that you needed him gone.
You're a killer, Kate. Just own it.
Don't speak to my wife that way.
Oh, eat a dick, Joseph. [scoffs]
I mean, who even are you and your bad seed son,
but another thing that Kate took on to look more virtuous?
Reagan.
I am digging into everything that you have ever done.
And I will find out exactly what Bob had on you.
[Joe] We were looking at the wrong monster.
If Bob was a guillotine,
Reagan's a fucking nuke.
I am coming for everything.
Your job.
Your son.
- Your pathetic fucking family. - [door opens]
[gasps] Oh!
- Shut up! - [Kate] Henry!
Oh, my God! He just threw a knife at me!
- Okay, hey… - [gasps] I told you he was violent.
- [Kate] Henry! Come back! - Rae, are you okay?
All right.
I think it's time you all got the fuck out.
[music fades]
[soft music playing]
[Joe] We'll talk about throwing knives tomorrow.
For now, your little warrior needs his sleep.
[switch clicks]
No telling how much of Reagan's cruel tirade he heard.
[music becomes pensive]
Now our Reagan problem has only gotten worse.
You know what you'd like to do about it.
But would Kate agree?
[music fades]
- [cork squeaks] - Is he down? [exhales]
He may need a check-in later. I've not seen him this upset before.
Ever since Bob, everything's gone wrong.
It feels like we're being punished.
[chuckles softly] First Henry and now Reagan.
She just accused you of killing Bob in a room full of people.
That's a problem.
Well, thanks to Teddy, she may have moved off that.
For now, anyway…
[Joe] Either Teddy lied about the existence of a tape
or lied about what he saw on it.
We can trust Teddy.
Reagan is another story.
What if I talk to Reagan the same way I talked to Bob?
Joe, you…
[tense music playing]
You can't think that's a reasonable response.
She's not gonna stop, Kate. You heard her.
If she has people looking into you,
they're bound to discover what Bob had on both of us.
Joe, no. We are obviously not killing my sister.
Forget it. We'll just… We'll find another way.
- Your sister-- - Stop it! That is not who we are.
"Not who we are."
There isn't a line I wouldn't cross to protect this family.
So… So, wait, what? You…
[softly] You want us to kill everyone
who becomes suspicious of us for the rest of our lives.
Where does it end?
It ends when you and me and Henry are safe.
We go… We go through lawyers.
Everything above board.
We'll request mediation for the school.
And, uh, then we'll get Henry into therapy.
[sputtering] I'm sorry. Why is…
Why is Henry being put into therapy?
Because he has been through so much.
Truth is, he should have spoken to someone by now.
- [slams table] - So you… You agree with Reagan.
Absolutely not. But there is violence on all sides of our family.
Ah, right. But he couldn't have inherited it from you.
So this is about me, isn't it?
I'm violent, so my son is going to be violent too.
Me and my bad orphan seed.
Oh, I never said that. I would never say that.
But it can't hurt to give him more help than he may need.
Know what makes kids violent?
When the people who are supposed to love them turn their backs on them.
[pensive music playing]
Kate voicing concern about Henry's nature is a pain you hoped you'd never feel.
Reagan is fucking poison, and she's infecting everything.
[cell phone vibrates]
[music becomes ominous]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[switch clicks]
[gasps] Oh, my God.
Oh! Thank God.
I've been in here for hours.
I tried calling you, but there's no fucking signal in here. It's freezing.
I told you not to come in here.
Well, yeah, which is exactly how you make someone want to come down here.
What even is this, like, booby-trapped rich person panic room shit?
And why does it lock from the outside?
It's what you have to do when people break into places they shouldn't.
[scoffs] You ever heard of a safe deposit box?
Have you ever heard of following basic fucking instructions?
[suspenseful music continues]
[keys jingling]
Are you going to let me out, or… [exhales]
[music fades]
What were you doing in here?
I was looking.
I figured that the rare books might be down here, so I wanted to see them.
So you picked a lock?
Could you let me out, please? I am really claustrophobic. [inhales]
- [keys jingle] - [tense music playing]
[sighs] Fuck. Okay. Um…
I was taking pictures of the books to send to a buyer.
I thought I might be able to sell one. [sighs]
I'm really sorry, it's just…
When I heard how much some of these could go for…
Just one book could pay off all my debt, and put up my play for an entire month.
So you were going to steal from me to put up your play?
Uh, well, after the debt. The debt is the important part.
[inhales] This is the real reason you were breaking into the store, isn't it?
No, no. Honestly… Uh… I love this place. I…
[sighs]
I'm fucking desperate.
Am I supposed to feel bad for you?
[scoffs] Well, I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand.
[inhales]
[keys jingling]
- You're fired. - Mm-hmm.
I don't ever want to see you in this store again.
[lock clicks]
[music fades]
I read your writing.
Your… Your box of typewritten pages, right?
[Joe] Shit. So much for locking it away.
It's decent, Joe.
[suspenseful music playing]
You know, a lot of writers experiment with anti-heroes, and I'm here for it.
But your protagonist is a serial killer with no backstory.
No flaws. No wounds.
My gut says that you have more in you, so…
What are you hiding from?
What am I hiding from? That's a great question.
Maybe I did one wrong thing when I was a boy,
and I got cast out like garbage.
Lost my mother, lost my home, people saw me as damaged goods,
and I got dragged through the system,
only to end up somehow a Lockwood where nobody understands.
Because while they slept on silk sheets, I slept on that fucking floor,
locked in the cage.
[suspenseful music continues]
[exhales]
I'm sorry.
But, uh…
It's nice to meet the real you.
[Joe] Bronte is a liar and a thief, but it turns out she's right.
You have been hiding.
Even after resurrecting your old self,
some part of you is still afraid.
Afraid your family couldn't love the darkest parts of you.
But now you realize this part of you makes you a better husband
and a better father.
Because unlike your own parents, you won't fail your son.
You won't let some heartless monster take his future away.
You will make sure Henry never has to face the hardships you overcame,
because while Kate is a good mother, she can't handle what needs to be done.
But you can.
[suspenseful music continues]
You'll put Reagan in your cage, interrogate her,
find out what investigation she's set into motion,
then kill her.
The world will believe she's disappeared,
but you'll know the truth. Reagan Lockwood is dead.
Kate can't know what you're up to. Not yet.
Eventually you'll tell her the truth, and she'll understand.
You had no other choice.
Only one more thing to take care of.
[music fades]
[elevator doors open]
[exhales wearily] Thank God you called.
[inhales] It is chaos at home.
Fiyah decided Daddy's new Armani
would look better with mac and cheese on it.
Well, don't spill this. It's your favorite.
Now, let's make your evening better. Come sit.
[inhales]
I wanted to tell you, to your face, that I'm… I'm nominating you.
For the open board seat. For Bob's seat.
- I… I… I… Sorry, I thought we… - [Kate chuckles]
…had to wait for things to settle down.
Yes. Well, uh, after that disastrous dinner,
it seems clear that things will never settle down.
- That was some dinner. - Mmm.
Look, it was still nice to finally see someone stick it to that tyrant.
[inhales] That was some accusation she made.
Did you really see
footage of Bob's death, or… [inhales] were you lying?
I prefer… bluffing.
[soft music playing]
[chuckles]
Why?
If there were,
would I have seen anything other than Bob taking his own life?
I have no reason to think that.
But I… It meant a lot to know you were in my corner.
Whether you had proof of that or not.
I… am in your corner, Kate. I've always been.
After years of being ignored,
left out of family gatherings,
Tom's will…
[Kate] Hmm.
You have no idea how much it means.
[door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Joe] Reagan may be the easiest person you've ever tracked.
She has a "first in, last out" policy.
[suspenseful music continues]
Shit. Where is she?
[footsteps approaching]
Drinking alone, 'cause who would want to drink with her?
Wait, where is she going?
[footsteps approaching]
Fuck. You knew she coveted Kate's job, of course that includes her office.
- [bottle thuds] - What is she up to?
[speaker thuds]
[switch clicks]
- ["Take It Off" by FISHER and Aatig plays] - ♪ Take it off ♪
♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪
[Joe] Heinous taste in music, no surprise there.
♪ Take it off ♪
- [bottle thuds] - ♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪
♪ Success ♪
[Joe] What the hell?
♪ Take it off ♪
[Joe] Could it be?
Someone's about to handle this for you?
♪ Impress ♪
♪ Take it off ♪
♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪
- [man] Got you, bitch! - [Reagan gasps] Oh, God.
- [man] Come here! Stop! - [Reagan] Stop! Please don't!
- [man] Come here! [grunts] - [Reagan] Rape! Help!
[Joe] No, no, no, no, no. Is he… Is he going to…
[Joe] You dreamed of Reagan's brutal and untimely death,
but can you sit here and allow this?
- No. No. You can't. - [man] Shit.
[man grunts]
- Hang on, babe. - [Joe] "Babe"?
[Harrison] Oh! [exhales]
I'm not used to wearing pants when…
[Joe] Harrison? You've got to be kidding me.
She's playing out some messed-up sex fantasy with her husband.
- [pants] - [Harrison] My legs are burning up. Oh.
- [coughs] - [Harrison grunts]
[Joe] Well, all right.
You were sure they hadn't even touched each other in years.
[gasping] I can't breathe. I need air holes.
[Harrison grunts, pants]
[grunts] I can't rip it. Maybe we just ditch it?
[panting] You can have regular hot office sex.
[panting] No. Scissors. Get scissors.
- Okay. Okay. Yeah. - Go.
Oh, God.
[Reagan groans]
[Joe] Not sure you'll survive witnessing your evil sister-in-law
getting fake-raped by her golden retriever husband.
- [suspenseful music playing] - [Reagan inhales deeply]
- [Reagan sighs] - [bottle thuds]
- [thuds] - [Reagan groans]
[Harrison panting] God.
[dramatic music playing]
[Harrison] No. What are you doing? [sputters] Open the door.
- Babe? - [banging on door]
Babe, this isn't funny.
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[lights buzzing]
[gasps softly]
What? What is this?
[groaning]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[Joe] It's been ages since you put a monster in this cage.
Since you heard its screams, then silenced them for good.
[loudly] Harrison?
Hey! [breathing shakily]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily] Hello?
[suspenseful music intensifies]
Help!
- [beeping] - [Joe] Your problems are different now.
[music fades]
Feels good to know you can still take care of them the way you used to.
[distant siren wailing]
[typewriter clacking]
You thought writing was just an outlet, but Bronte saw some value in your work.
In you.
It feels different putting your pain on the page. It's fucking liberating.
And it's all thanks to a set of annoyingly good notes.
[shop bell tinkling]
- [door closes] - [keys jingling]
[Bronte] You rang?
[Joe] Yeah, you left this.
[sighs] But also, I owe you an apology.
Oh, so do I.
Uh, for breaking in and for almost stealing.
But please, you have the floor.
I'm sorry. For… firing you.
And for some of the things I said, 'cause you're right,
I have been hiding certain things.
Even in my writing.
That… the world you live in wouldn't understand.
[Joe] But she does.
[inhales]
I want to offer you your job back.
[scoffs] You're not afraid I'll try to steal from you again?
No, I did install cameras.
Perv. [inhales] But that's fair.
You couldn't pay me to go in that basement again.
There is one more thing.
[soft music playing]
- Okay. Okay. - Come on.
[Joe] Your marriage may not be perfect, but you won't self-sabotage.
She's simply a girl who needs help.
And what you do is help people.
So it's yours. If you want it.
You don't have to crash with your bad vibes ex anymore.
You're giving me an apartment?
Yeah, you are sleeping downstairs still, right? And this place is sitting empty.
Like, why?
Why would you do this for me? What's the catch?
[music fades]
- [keys jingle] - [tense music playing]
Is, uh… Is everything okay?
Yeah. [scoffs] Yeah, it's just, uh…
[breathes deeply]
Oh, fuck it. I need to be honest.
I read that vapid self-help book by Sherry and Cary Conrad.
- Caging. - Oh.
Well, shit.
Yeah. Um, and they said that it was your late wife's idea
to put them in a cage in Madre Linda.
And I've been pretending I don't know anything about your life,
but you're low-key famous.
So I guess when I saw a cage here,
it just kind of… [inhales] freaked me out a little bit.
And I know it's for books. Uh, I'm not accusing you of anything, okay?
It's just… [inhales]
This just feels messy. I just… I think I should go.
She got the idea from me.
I told her how Mr. Mooney used to lock me in the cage as punishment.
He was strengthening me, right? And she… [inhales]
Um…
[pensive music playing]
Do you have any idea how it feels to know
that the person you trusted most
used your childhood trauma to harm other people?
- Oh, my God. I'm such an asshole. - No, no, no, no, you're smart.
You are. You ask the tough questions. It's what I respect about you. Look.
[music fades]
[keys jingle]
The apartment and the job are yours, if you want them.
- [keys clatter] - No pressure, obviously.
[distant siren wailing]
Okay.
There's really no catch?
No catch.
- [Bronte] Mm-hmm. - [soft music playing]
I don't sleep with married men, okay?
No, no, this… [chuckles] This is nothing like that.
I can see how it… it reads like that.
I thought you had a good take on my writing.
I was hoping you might read more.
[gasps softly]
- [keys scrape, jingle] - Okay.
- You got a deal. - All right.
We'll help each other. That's as far as it'll go.
But there is one more thing you've been hiding.
En garde!
Since the moment Henry was born,
you have been afraid
he might have violence in his blood.
[groaning] Oh! All right, lay down your sword, young sir. Please sit down.
I have something I wanna talk to you about.
Whether that's a real thing or not,
holding back the truth isn't the way to protect him.
Do you remember when you asked me about your… your first mom?
Mommy Love?
Yeah.
Yeah, I wasn't being truthful.
Yeah, sometimes when people are… sick,
they can do… bad things.
[gentle music playing]
But that doesn't change the fact that she loved you so much,
and there's nothing to be ashamed of.
What if I'm sick too?
You're not sick.
You didn't hit Gretchen or throw the knife because you're sick.
You did it because you were trying to protect us.
But that's my job.
That's what dads do.
It was never your blood that made you this way.
It was life.
What happened to you will never happen to Henry.
But you understand now that Kate was right.
A little extra help couldn't hurt.
Everyone gets scared or mad or overprotective every now and then,
but talking about those feelings makes them not feel so bad anymore.
So what would you think if I found someone,
someone really, really cool for you to talk to about your feelings?
Would you like that?
Okay.
[Joe] Okay. All right.
- [Kate sighs deeply] - [music fades]
Seems like that went well.
Yeah. Yeah, all things considered.
[sighs deeply] Oh.
[inhales]
I'm sorry about the other night. [sighs]
It's my family. It's my mess.
And you're right about Reagan.
She needs to be stopped.
[Joe] Finally, she's coming around.
But most of all, I'm… I'm sorry for shutting you down
when I should have been clearer where I'm coming from.
[soft solemn music playing]
I promised myself when we brought Henry to live with us,
when we made this family,
that I'd be the parent I'd never had.
Not morally compromised like my father,
or a tragic enabler like my mother.
You're nothing like either of them.
But I was.
When I asked you to…
What we did with Bob, we are…
We're never doing anything like that ever again.
We did what we had to do.
No, it was a moment… of weakness.
And Henry deserves parents who are good.
Who keep their hands and their consciences clean.
My conscience is clean. I did it for Henry.
I did it for our family.
What?
[inhales]
When you said you felt exhilarated when you handled Bob,
it scared me.
[Joe] You thought she was grateful.
That she accepted all of you.
Are you only doing this to protect us,
or is there something else you can't control?
[Joe] But the truth is, she doesn't see you at all.
- [cell phone ringing] - [Kate sighs]
[Joe] You'll stick to the plan, find out what Reagan knows, then kill her.
Only now, you realize you can never tell Kate the truth.
She won't believe Reagan disappeared,
so your cover story will have to be ironclad.
[Kate] Are you having a fucking laugh? You're pressing charges against Henry?
- My lawyer will rip your asshole apart. - [woman over cell phone] I warned you.
[Joe] Wait…
- Your delinquent son is just the start. - [Joe] What?
I'm gonna make your whole family pay.
Blood will have blood.
[Joe] No. No. It can't be.
You added a lock, checked it three times.
How the fuck did she get through the door? Not to mention the cage.
- She couldn't have. - [beeping]
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
Boo-Boo? Is that you?
[Joe] There is only one person who's ever called you Boo-Boo.
Which means she was fucking her sister's husband. And that would mean…
Maddie…
You caged the wrong twin.
[dramatic music rises]
[music fades]
[gripping instrumental music playing]