01x07 - Hitchcock Double

[bunniefuu]

Oh, God, oh, God.

Yeah.

Sure, that's cool!

A really creepy alley where they can find my body.

That's good.

Can I have maybe one final request?

Like a vodka, or a please don't k*ll me sort of a request?

I have had a really rough day, so just get on the ground, palms down, and tell me where the hell it is.

-The money?

-Yeah.

I don't know.

I am just a flight attendant.

Okay?

-I slept with a guy who I met...

-Okay, that is a bottle.

This is a g*n.

-Now tell me, who do you work for?

-Imperial Atlantic.

Do not tell me that you're a f*cking flight attendant again!

People want me dead, and all I want is the f*cking money.

-So where is it?

-I don't know.

All I know is you are a homicidal crazy person who's gonna k*ll me right now the same way you k*lled Alex, and Sabrina, and who knows...

Sabrina?

I didn't k*ll Sabrina or the FBI agent who was following you around.

-Checkered tie guy is dead?

-Stop acting!

I didn't k*ll either of them.

And I sure as hell didn't k*ll Alex!

You did!

No, I didn't, no.

No, I did not k*ll him, okay, Miranda, or Elena, or whatever the hell your name is, okay?

Elena?

How do you know that name?

My friend, Max, we found pictures of dead people in the Lionfish servers, and it was Alex, and it was me, and it was you.

Oh, my God.

You really are just a flight attendant, aren't you?

-Yes.

-Wow.

We are so f*cked.

What?

So f*cked!

Okay, I need you to tell me everything that happened with Alex in that hotel suite.

No detail is too small.

No, you know what?

First, you need to tell me about Alex.

I know you smuggle weapons, and I know he helped you launder money, and I know about Lionfish.

All that stuff, so...

-Okay, that is quite a lot.

-Yeah.

I thought you said you were just a flight attendant.

Don't underestimate flight attendants.

We do more than serve drinks.

We're here for your safety.

So until you answer my questions, I'm not answering yours.

Fine.

A few weeks ago, I had drinks with Alex, probably too many, and I complained about my boss, and I probably said too much about the smuggling operation.

And then, all of a sudden, Alex is shocked and very angry.

He's angry?

What does that mean?

What, he didn't know he was working with criminals?

Or what?

Well, no.

I mean, Alex is a boy scout.

His parents kept him in the dark about Unisphere.

This is a bar.

You can't just whip out your purse vodka.

Please just keep talking about how Alex was good.

-I also enjoy being good.

-Holy sh*t!

So yeah, I f*cked up.

You know, said too much, and he started digging, and then, he was broken 'cause he found out Mommy and Daddy were dirty.

-I...

-Shut up.

-What?

-No.

This is where you come in, right?

Alex decides to be a hero, and he hides a bunch of his clients' money, then flies off to Bangkok.

-Sorry.

-Okay.

Next round's on me, okay?

Let's just pray that my credit card does not get declined.

I'll be right back.

Alex, I have hidden it from Victor for now, but you didn't just take from us, right?

Your other clients will want your head on a stick.

-And they'll hunt me down like you did?

-Or maybe they already have.

This blonde could be anyone sent to seduce you.

Please, come on.

Plus, if they want their money back, they can't touch me.

It's like insurance.

Are you going to the authorities?

I don't know yet, but it feels great that I did something.

It feels fantastic that I didn't just sit back and say, "well, I guess I'm a criminal now." I deserve sh*ts.

Just give me the money, right?

I'll just tell Victor that, you know, it was a mistake.

-Or you'll keep it for yourself.

-Please.

Guys, guess what?

My card wasn't declined, so I got multiple drinks.

Cheers.

It's so nice to meet you.

And cheers to you.

You're so cute.

He was right, by the way.

I was trying to get the money for myself.

Okay, well, I don't remember any of that.

-Seriously, how are you not dead yet?

-Well, that's a very good point.

Please, if you didn't k*ll everyone, then who did?

I think my boss, Victor, was behind all of this.

And he must've figured out that I stayed in New York when he told me to leave, and he hired a goon to m*rder me in my car, and he probably used his pet psychopath, Feliks, to k*ll Alex.

-I was k*lled by a Feliks?

-Yeah.

Victor said he had a contingency plan for you.

Feliks is now your problem.

He's probably out looking for you right now.

-Sorry.

-Okay...

I think I'm understanding this a little bit and I really, really don't wanna get k*lled, so, um, I think I have an idea.

-Cassie.

-Miranda, listen.

-We can still help each other out.

-Cassie!

-Cassie, what the f*ck are you doing?

-I know this looks like a bad situation, -but hear me out.

-You really think I'd be out there if you felt like things were going well?

I've been listening to you.

I'm trying to make better choices.

You're day drinking with a woman who kills people.

Oh, my God, I'm barely even drinking.

We both know you haven't hit the bottom even if you don't admit it.

Alex, I cannot keep living in fear, okay?

Or I will go crazy, and I know this looks insane, but this woman has information I need.

-I don't want you to get hurt.

-But she didn't sh**t me.

I promise to be careful.

But can you please keep your negative attitude to yourself?

And stay out of my way!

I'm waiting for the master plan that keeps us alive.

Another dead end with Lionfish.

You're still digging?

Aren't you the one who said this would be a good project for me?

Right, but how many dead ends do you have to hit before you realize it's not a thing?

-Especially now?

-What does that mean?

I'm glad you asked.

I requested info on Cassandra Bowden from all law enforcement agencies, and it turns out she's cracking.

Drunk and disorderly, vandalism.

Trying to steal a mechanical pony.

-You got this from NYPD?

-Mm-hmm.

She has a tail agent.

Why aren't we hearing about this from Chavez?

-That guy is such a flake.

-Why don't you track him down?

Remind him what his job is?

f*ck.

Ignore me, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm just, um...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say "f*ck".

m*therf*cker!

Okay, I think she's coming down.

I know I agreed to this, but now that we are out in the open, it is feeling less like a good idea.

Listen, this is the best plan.

Annie's amazing.

She's gonna help us.

No matter how mad she is at me, she'll do the right thing.

-And you're sure we can trust her?

-I don't even know if I can trust you.

-Fair point.

-So let's...

-I'm sorry.

Is that very important?

-It is actually.

It's my friend I got arrested with.

I don't want him to worry.

I just...

sorry.

-Buckley?

-Oh, my God.

Hi, are you okay?

-Where are you?

I'll come meet you.

-Oh, no, no.

I'm home sleeping it off, you know?

Okay, you know you don't have to lie to me.

Look, I feel like we have somethin' kind of amazing, and, I wanna see you.

All right, that's a little intense, and I mean, you don't really know me.

-But the stuff I do know is great.

-Okay, getting drunk and arrested?

-Not great.

-We don't have to always do that.

What about running away together?

I know I was drunk, but I meant that.

I really like you, like, maybe a lot, but I'm realizing I only call you when I'm drunk, or sad, or lonely; that's not good.

Cassie, that means I make you feel better.

My life is a lot right now, okay?

And I need to make different choices.

And I can be a different choice for you.

Listen, two weeks ago, I would've thought this was f*cking perfect, but...

I think we gotta stop before this gets really started.

I, um, I don't understand.

I don't really understand either, to be honest.

Thanks for clearing things up.

No, I'm so...

-Don't even, please.

-Is that her?

-She doesn't look very happy.

-Annie!

Thank you so much for coming out.

Thank you.

-How is Max doing?

-Oh, he got hit by a car.

Didn't you know?

I'm so sorry.

I thought you knew.

Listen, I said some really horrible things to you.

I was very drunk, which is no excuse.

I was very drunk, but no matter how much sh*t you and I have on the table, I still love you.

I love you so much, and I am sorry for everything, but especially for Max.

I know how much you love him, and it was my fault.

I made a terrible choice.

I put him in danger, and I regret every second of it.

I do, and you have to know how badly I want him to be okay.

Please know that.

No, yeah.

Yeah, I know that.

-I know that.

-I am so sorry.

f*ck!

-I was...

very scared about Max.

-I know.

f*ck, Cass.

I don't...

even at the end of my rope, I should have tried to help.

I should've f*cking listened.

I'm sorry.

I was really f*cking angry.

No, it's okay.

I know, and I'm so...

Sorry to interrupt the Lifetime movie of the week, but we are...

-We don't have much time.

-Uh-huh, okay.

Cool.

I'm sorry.

Who is this?

This is Miranda.

The Miranda.

I'm so...

-She's, like, a real person?

-I told you she was real.

-But remember, I told you.

-I know.

I know you told me that.

Hi.

Did you pick into my friend's apartment?

-Definitely, yes.

For work.

-For work.

She did it for work.

She knows the truth.

Listen to me.

She knows that Alex was k*lled over stolen money, which completely exonerates me, so in exchange for her help, we need you to negotiate protection for her.

-She wants immunity?

-Yeah.

You can do that, right?

I told her you could do that.

She's got info for the FBI that she could trade.

I'm talking Lionfish, weapons.

There's a lot of stuff.

-Have you ever committed a crime?

-Yes.

Have you ever knowingly lied to a law enforcement officer?

-Yes.

-Have you ever stolen identities, traveled under falsified documents, ever carried an illegal w*apon?

-Yeah, to all of that.

-Okay, have you ever k*lled someone?

Definitely, yes.

Yesterday was the most recent.

-Okay, yesterday.

-I know, Annie.

She knows the truth.

-This could help me.

-I get that, but I can't just walk someone like her into the FBI and, like, magically make this all go away.

-Are you kidding?

-Well, you said she could help, so...

Okay, listen, you defend all those mob wives.

Why not her?

Because she f*cking straight up legit k*lled people, Cassie.

Oh, God.

Also, there's a tiny glitch 'cause I don't exactly have the muscle of the firm behind me at the moment, so...

-What do you mean?

What?

-I quit.

I quit, I don't know.

f*cking crisis of morality, psychotic break.

-Does it even matter?

I quit, so...

-Annie...

-Don't worry about that.

-I was hoping that you could maybe...

Anything.

Anything.

No, I mean, yes.

Yes, okay.

Okay, yeah...

no.

We can figure something out.

It might take a little longer.

But I'm still a m*therf*cking lawyer, right?

Okay, so, um...here's the plan.

You're gonna go to a hotel, the Mondrian, and you're gonna wait there.

And just let me make some calls, okay?

She's gonna help us.

She's gonna take a little time like she said, okay?

So give it a sec here.

So if we sit in a hotel, Feliks will find and k*ll you and probably me, just like he did Alex.

And your friend doesn't seem very confident.

Look...

You tried to help me.

I'm gonna try to help you.

I'm gonna run, and you can come too.

If you want.

I'm sorry, what?

You're gonna run away right now?

I can get us out of the country, off of Feliks' radar, and then, maybe go to Toronto.

-I'm not going to Toronto.

-Or Montreal.

-It really doesn't f*cking matter.

-But Annie will...

If Victor finds out that Annie's trying to help, he will come after her, and you don't want her to end up like Max.

If we're going, we need to go now, so go and tell her something, anything, or I leave you behind and good luck.

We're gonna do the hotel thing that you said.

-Okay, good.

-Mondrian?

And...

I'm just gonna check in under Alessandra Ricci.

Okay, good.

Cass, just please, please promise me that you will just stay safe and wait there, okay?

-Yes, I will.

-Okay, good.

Okay, good.

Okay, Jesus.

-I love you.

-I love you too.

We'll just figure it out.

Hey.

-Hey.

-Hey, how's it going?

-What do you need?

-I was just checking on you.

Is everything okay?

You left this morning in such a rush.

Oh, yeah, yeah, Robbie just needed some...

help with some specs.

Oh, good.

Megan, they think there's some sort of malware on my computer.

And they got a whole team of people here that are trying to decode it.

Sweetheart, it's looking like...

like some spyware from North Korean government.

-I mean, how would North Korea even...

-I don't know.

No.

No, no, no.

I mean, you work at a tech company.

Why would they even...

Sweetheart, we do government contracts, all right?

They think it's computer espionage or something.

-Honey, I think they think I did it.

-You?

Never, never.

I mean, how dare they even suggest that?

But it's my computer, Meg.

My laptop.

You're the only one that uses it besides me.

Yeah, but...

I mean, Bill, it...

Bill?

Honey, are you still there?

-Megan?

-Yes?

When...

when you asked me to bring my computer home...

No, no, no, no.

Bill, you need to relax, okay?

Why don't you just come home early and we'll just talk all of this out?

Megan, did...

sweetie, did you do this?

Honey, you know I just want the best for us, right?

You know that, right?

And I know that you would never do anything to hurt me.

Would you?

-Bill?

-Uh, no.

Even if I...

Please tell me we're not here to talk to God.

I don't think I could handle that right now.

I didn't get to pick the place.

I'm having an existential crisis in a church.

What is happening with me?

Okay, my contact agreed to meet.

If we don't worry, we'll be late.

Okay, hold on.

I gotta take this.

-What are you doing?

No!

-Just give me it.

Just give me it.

-No!

-Give me...

-Hey, it's me.

-Hey, hey, Cassie.

Did you get out?

Uh, are you home, or...

Yes, yes, I am.

I posted bail.

It was a huge misunderstanding.

Okay.

-Those sound like church bells.

-Uh, yeah, it is.

Um...it's next door.

It's new.

Listen.

I just wanna let you know that I'm okay.

I was talking to Rick.

Do you want me to come out there?

I will if you think it's a good idea.

No, no, thank you.

Thank you for even offering that.

I love you so much.

Listen.

I promise I'm gonna call you really, really soon.

What are you...

That is my brother, okay?

And you have no idea how f*cked up it is that I just had to lie to him again.

I just turned off location services.

Total amateur hour.

-I am an amateur.

-You are leaving everything behind.

You don't get to say goodbye.

That's not how this works.

Okay, well, you know what?

I'm not quite ready for that yet.

You already live your life like you're on the run.

You'll adjust.

sh*t, okay.

Come on, let's go.

We'll be late.

If everyone can have a seat.

We're gonna get started.

Really, we have to wait until after Bible study to meet this person?

Shut up.

Welcome, everyone.

My name is Sarah, and I'm an alcoholic.

No!

We get the help you need to get out of this right here, so just sit down and don't draw attention.

-Sarah is my contact, we have to wait.

-Can we go interrupt her real quick?

No, we can't f*cking interrupt her.

Just sit up and act normal, for f*cking hell.

... singleness of purpose and our 3rd tradition, which says...

Hey.

Are you sure you don't want to use this opportunity to speak up?

I think newcomers are encouraged to participate.

Okay, this is a meeting for alcoholics.

We've gone over this.

I'm not an alcoholic.

I'm just trying to not get m*rder*d here...

You're trying to do every reckless thing on the planet in one day.

Shut up, shut up.

Stop telling me what I'm doing.

-Somebody has to.

-Oh, really, and that's you?

You know, you're the reason I'm even in this mess.

I'm doing this for you!

You seem tense.

Maybe have another drink to calm your nerves.

One more.

Really?

You pick now to do this to me?

What was all that stuff you said to Davey last night, huh?

Was it all just talk?

'Cause you lied to him again.

I had to.

You know, you love to take everything out of context and just twist every word I say.

I get it, you're just waiting for someone else to stop drinking for you.

I have barely had anything to drink today.

f*ck you!

Of course, I couldn't tell my boss I didn't remember anything from the dinner.

It was so embarrassing.

And the story started to come back to me from other people.

I received an email from a coworker about my behavior.

What is wrong with you?

So much talk.

Blah, blah, when has talking ever fixed anything?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna...

I'm not supposed to be in this room.

I'm actually in the wrong place...

It can be hard.

It is hard.

But this is a safe space to share.

Uh, yeah, no, I'm not gonna...

I'm not gonna share right now.

See, you all are ver...

you really change your lives.

It's very beautiful and just super important, but I don't wanna...

I don't need to take that step, so I'm just gonna head out.

You're new, right?

It's okay.

You're okay.

What's your name?

Um, my name?

My name...

my name is Alessandra, and I am not an alcoholic...

so sorry about the rest of you.

My dad might've been.

Might have had a little bit of a problem, but...

whoa, don't know why I just said that.

But you're all staring.

Wow, you're all...

well, you're all staring at me, so I don't know what you want from me.

f*ck.

Oh, God, f*ck.

f*ck!

Dad...

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy!

I don't wanna be here.

No!

Alex, don't.

Oh, my God.

I never told anyone what really happened.

Not my mom, not Davey.

No one.

Never told anyone that.

Everyone found out about the crash later that day, and...

everyone said what a terrible tragedy it was, and what a fuckup my dad was, but...

no one knew it was actually my fault.

-Cassie, how...

-Alex.

-How is this possibly your fault?

-Because I was his drinking buddy.

He only drank like that when he was with me.

I'm the reason that he's...

that he's dead...

Cause he was spending that time with me.

-No.

-Yes!

Yes.

And I didn't want anyone to look at me and to know, so I...

I just ran away.

Like it never actually happened to me.

Just like I did with you.

Like I do with everything, I just...

I...

I just run away from everything.

And I...I just don't want to anymore.

I don't wanna feel like this anymore.

I can't feel this way anymore.

Hey.

"Hey"?

You were hit by a car, you f*cking idiot.

I was terrified.

You don't just get to say "hey" when you just...

f*ck it.

I love you.

-Whoa.

Did you just say...

-Yeah, shut up.

-Hey.

-Hey!

I love you.

-So am I, like, your boyfriend now?

-Okay...

-Officially?

-You know what?

It's just I love you, okay?

You need to calm down, you know?

I'm not, like, an entirely different person now, and you're ruining a very cute moment, so...

How's Cassie?

I don't know.

That's, um...

A very big question.

-Is she okay?

-Well, she just showed up with Miranda.

-And I agreed to help her...

-With Miranda?

But I called the hotel, and she hasn't checked in, and she isn't answering her phone, and she somehow figured out how to turn off her "Find a Friend," which means Miranda must have helped her do that.

Oh, boy, that's a lot of information, and I'm still on morphine.

I feel like if she's, you know, pulling some insane Cassie sh*t to try and save her own ass, I'm just gonna be...

Or she's trying to protect you by keeping you out of it.

f*ck.

I don't know.

I feel like there has to be something that I can do.

I feel like I need to help, and there has to be something I can do to help, but I just don't know what to do if she's...

Max, I need you to tell me exactly where you were when you got hit.

f*ck.

f*cking hell.

What the f*ck was that?

Listen, I'm sorry for freaking out back there, but Miranda, I'm not just gonna leave the country and hide, okay?

I know this sounds crazy, but what if we didn't run?

Then we'll die.

Between the two of us, we've got to be able to figure something out.

Then we'll still die.

You have made that option crystal clear.

Isn't there any other way besides us just disappearing forever?

Ten minutes ago, you were running down the corridor like a crazy person.

Yeah, well, now I'm not.

I'm not running anymore.

I've been running my entire life.

I'm done.

Okay.

Okay, look.

I'm gonna be honest with you, okay?

I think maybe you're losing your mind, and I kind of begrudgingly respect everything that you have managed to pull off so far.

But, you know, eventually Feliks is gonna catch up to you.

He's relentless, and believe it or not, Cassie, I don't wanna see you dead.

You can run off, and hide, and live to fight another day, or just live.

I mean, that should be enough for you.

That's...

that's enough, isn't it?

That's a really beautiful speech, but I'm just not buying it.

Because deep down, you still think I'm gonna lead you to that money.

That's what you've been after this whole time.

Well, since acting was never my strong point, so maybe we could just live here in this Sunday school classroom.

Forever.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, what about this?

What if we approached one of Lionfish's rivals?

-They'll k*ll us.

-Is that your answer to everything?

-Why would they k*ll us?

-Because they are bad people.

-But if you had the money...

-Look, I'm sorry.

But even being blackout drunk, I would've noticed piles of cash around that hotel room.

He didn't have it.

Hmm, that's adorable.

But it wouldn't be actual money, right?

He'd have squirreled it away in some double encrypted account, or Bitcoin...

Okay, so what would he have with him?

Maybe numbers in his phone?

But that's not secure, so maybe something analog like a ledger or a notebook?

So you go on and on about how great this book is, and then I find out you write all your own little notes in the margin.

It helps me think.

It's how I read books, okay?

Uh, no, sorry.

No, I must protect this literary classic from all your scribbling.

-Oh, you mean steal it.

-I didn't steal it.

It's right there hidden, just away from you.

It's okay.

Sometimes a little stealing can be good.

Yeah.

It might even make you feel great.

Oh, my God.

I know where it is.

-What do you mean?

The money?

-It.

Yeah.

-Well, where is it?

-We're gonna go get it together.

Well, so what?

You still don't trust me?

No, not even at all.

Let's go.

Okay.

It's a bit much.

See you later, Mom.

Hello, Kitty....

Come on.

It's...no...f*ck.

f*ck!

Hey.

Kids, you guys have, you have small hands, right?

Yeah.

Sweet.

Who wants to make 20 bucks?

Bangkok Police reconstructed the bottle they think is the m*rder w*apon -and they pulled a print.

-Really?

They don't have a match in the Thai system, so they're sending it to us.

Since we both know deep down it's gonna come back as Bowden's print...

-We both know that?

Okay.

-Yeah, we do.

So I'm just gonna go sit in the print lab and wait until we have a match.

-Where are we with Agent Chavez?

-We haven't found him yet.

He's gonna get an earful.

And we put a new tail on Bowden's apartment until she shows up.

This Chavez thing, that doesn't strike you as odd that he just went quiet?

Why, you wanna put out a BOLO on our own agent?

Hello?

Okay, okay, come in.

Come in.

Oh, right, an open shower.

That's a choice.

Well, you know Annie.

She likes to surprise people.

-I don't know.

-So if she has the money, why didn't she give it to us earlier?

Because I think it's, uh, in a book.

Feliks did not find it in Bangkok because...

-I took it.

-You took it?

Yes.

Maybe some drunk excuse to see Alex again.

I don't know, but here.

"Crime and Punishment." That was missing from Alex's place.

Okay.

"Would not one tiny crime be wiped out by a thousand good deeds?" Accounts and encryption.

-Alex was a real piece of work.

-Oh, so is this it?

Is this what everyone's been looking for?

-Yes.

Finally, we have options.

-Oh, my God.

-sh*t!

-Oh, my God.

No, no!

Oh, my God.

Seriously?

That only works in the movies.

How am I supposed to know?

All right, there's gotta be another way out of here.

There's a fire escape.

Just come on, get the book.

Get the book, get the book.

Come on, come on.

All right.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Okay, you probably do this all the time, right?

-No, this is completely insane.

-Okay.

-Okay.

You didn't jump!

-Nobody said we were jumping yet.

Miranda, you said he's trying to k*ll us.

Do you really wanna fight him right now?

Jump!

Let's go!

Oh, my God.

You didn't die.

That's great.

Okay, let's go.

Oh, my God.

-Oh, no.

-What, what?

-Oh, my God.

I dropped the book.

-What?

Oh, shut up.

He's got the book, which means Victor's got the book, which means we're both dead for nothing.

Well, I'm not just gonna give up, okay?

I've come way too far.

I have lied to people.

I crashed a memorial service.

I snuck on a private jet.

I hacked a f*cking...

Yeah, all right, okay, well, let me tell you about Feliks.

-He has k*lled women, children.

-Oh, my God.

Victor told me that when Feliks was young, everyone at his boys home was freaked out because he gutted a bunch of cats and then hung them from a tree.

Cassie?

Holy sh*t.

Okay, I don't think Feliks saw us, but, he's gonna be on us again.

So where are we gonna go?

Where are we gonna go?

-f*ck.

-Okay, what the f*ck are you doing?

What?

I don't...What am I doing?

I don't f*cking know what I'm doing.

m*therf*cker psychopath!

Oh, my God.

This guy that I am seeing had a lot of sex with me, and then lied to me, and then just tried to m*rder us, so I might need to...

I need to do this for a second.

He had many chances to k*ll you, and he didn't, so there must be a reason.

Oh, my God, he is so sick.

This is so sick!

He literally said he wanted to run away with me.

Was anything he said actually real?

Okay.

That's fine.

I'm fine.

-Oh, no.

You look totally fine.

-Whatever, whatever.

I know you've never...

you never actually met Feliks, right?

But you know his history?

Like, how he works.

Can we use that, or...

Oh, yeah.

I am familiar with his work.

He is fully a creature of habit.

Like some really bloody Pavlov stuff.

He actually doesn't know that I know he's Feliks, so can we use that to maybe, like, to trap him?

I have to work my Rome flight tonight.

He's gonna f*cking know I'm on the flight, so...

He will follow you anywhere.

Okay.

So if we know where he's gonna be, can we be ready for him?

Okay, just shut up.

Just give me a second.

I need to think.

Okay, what about, um...

No, we'll both be dead.

Do you have any type of close combat training?

What?

No.

Why would I have any...

what?

All right, forget it.

All right.

Here's what I'm thinking, you'll work your flight to Rome.

I will be on that flight too.

When you get to Rome, stay in groups so Feliks can't get you alone.

Take your shuttle to the hotel.

I'll be in the cab behind you.

You'll check in at the desk.

Get an extra key for me under the name of Katherine O'Brien.

Why that name?

What's that from?

Well, she was my neighbor when I was growing up in Glasgow.

-And d*ed in a fire.

-Oh, my God, what?

Okay, Cassie, I'm lying.

It's random.

So Feliks st*lks his marks.

He makes his approach once they've settled into their hotels.

Likely uses a garrote or a Kn*fe.

Likes to play it very horror movie.

So get out of there quickly with other people.

Then I will slip into the room ahead of him.

And then, when you get back to the room...

Wait, wait, wait.

I didn't know you were gonna k*ll him.

We have to.

If we aren't gonna run, it's him or us.

Please tell me you don't have a problem with that.

We need to talk.

Look, Alex, I know it's never okay to k*ll someone, but I just hate what he did to me so much.

-I do too.

-I'm so angry.

I feel so dirty.

I just wanna hit him.

Over and over and over again.

-I want her to k*ll him.

-Cassie, I have no problem offing the dead cat guy.

Okay, I thought you were gonna say like, "k*lling is bad," or something annoyingly subconscious-y.

-f*ck that guy.

He m*rder*d me.

-Yeah.

But Miranda's plan?

Think about what you're agreeing to here.

You're bait.

-Okay, so I'm bait?

-Yeah.

And if all goes well, we both live, and no more Feliks.

Okay.

All right.

Wow, all right.

Let's, uh...

let's catch a k*ller.