American Meltdown (2023)

[bunniefuu]

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(muffled speaking)

- Olivia, Olivia?

Are you even paying attention?

- Yeah, sorry.

I'm just trying to wrap

my head around, uh...

So can I keep my job?

- Oh, yes, obviously.

You're our best

interior designer.

You just can't be

here for 90 days.

- Yeah, I don't understand.

- You see, our 22-year-old

that we just hired

as our new business manager,

she just told us today

that anybody on staff

who's been here

for more than 18 months

technically becomes a

full-time employee.

And well, employees

earn benefits.

- I don't get benefits.

- Right.

And to keep it that way,

we need you to take off

for three months, which

is no big deal

because you'll come back on a

new contract without benefits.

- Okay. So look, I know

you're super smart

and you've probably thought

all of this through,

but I don't know how I'm gonna

pay my rent without this job.

- Olivia, blame the unions.

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- f*ck.

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(car door slams)

(footsteps tapping)

(ominous music)

- Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, I need to report a robbery.

Yeah, so I got home and my

door was sort of just wide open

and all of my stuff

was all over the place.

And to be honest with you,

like I'm a little afraid

that someone might be

in there still.

Okay.

Do I have to like stay

here the whole time?

Because I'm pretty scared.

Oh, I do?

Okay, cool.

Um, what time can you get here?

(soft tense music)

sh*t.

(footsteps tapping)

(light switch clicks)

Hello?

I'm coming in.

If anybody's here,

you should know that I

called the police

and I've got real mixed

feelings about that

'cause I'm pretty sure

I don't like the police,

but I panicked and I did

it anyway. So...

You should really consider

not being here.

Also, God, this is very rude.

f*ck, my Motown collection.

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(doorbell rings)

Hi.

- Hey, you must be

Olivia Walker.

I heard you had a break-in.

- Yeah. Please, come in.

- My name is Officer Bronson.

I came as fast as I could.

- Thank you.

Yeah, just make yourself

at home, I guess.

Would you like some tea

or something?

- No, I don't do that.

So what is missing?

- They took all my good

stuff, like my best jewelry,

my TV, my laptop.

You know, they took this

vintage blanket

and it was really expensive.

And I feel like that

could probably be a clue.

- I doubt it.

They probably used it to

carry the goods.

So I am going to need the

serial numbers

for every item that's missing.

- Oh, was I supposed to

write that down?

- Yeah, how else am I supposed

to find your missing stuff?

(knocking)

- Olive.

What the f*ck is happening?

I heard the news.

I dropped everything.

I came straight over.

- Yeah, I mean, thank you

so much for doing that.

My name's Olivia, though.

- Oh, what am I saying?

- You're saying Olive, like-

- No, I'm not.

- Oh, okay.

Officer Bronson, this

is my property manager.

- Hey, Lou.

- Joe!

- From the fundraiser.

- The fundraiser.

How are you buddy?

- I'm doing good.

- Good to see you, man.

- What a good night that was.

- Looking good.

(both chuckling)

Gilbert and Main likes us

to keep a close relationship

with the local PD just in case

we have any problem tenants.

Or tenant problems, rather.

(Lou chuckling)

I am so sorry that this

happened to you.

Nobody deserves this. Nobody!

- Thank you, I appreciate that.

- Of course.

You know, corporate called

and they said they wanted me

to come over, maybe

have someone here

to kind of represent

the property.

And I said I'll go to

represent the tenant.

So that's why I'm here, for you.

Okay?

But I love what you and Rich

have done with this place.

It's, it's so cool.

It's very, it's like

kind of boho.

- Thank you.

He actually doesn't

live here anymore.

- Really?

Did y'all break up?

- Hey, is this part

of the house?

- [Olivia] No, that's mine.

- What about these, real?

- Yep.

- Cool! Do you have any

security cameras?

- I don't think so.

- Okay, so I'm noting that you

took zero safety precautions.

- Which makes it her fault,

right?

- [Officer Bronson] Yeah, maybe.

- Oh, no, I don't think--

- Wait, hold on.

Gilbert and Main has

got your back.

Calm down.

It could be her fault though,

right?

- Maybe, yeah.

- Okay, why would I rob myself?

- That's a good point.

Do you ever see this happening,

people kind of faking crimes

for insurance purposes?

- Oh yeah, happens all the time.

- Oh, well I don't

have insurance.

- Well, you should.

- You don't have insurance?

- No.

- Do you have health insurance?

- Doesn't seem like it's

your business.

- I don't see any sign

of forced entry.

- Well, maybe they

picked the lock.

- Or maybe they found

a spare key.

Did you leave one outside?

- No.

- What about under the rock?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Look, I keep the main key on me

and the spare I keep in my car.

- So where's the third key?

- I don't have a third key.

- There's always three keys.

- I'm making a note that

she should have three keys,

but can only find two.

- No, please don't do that.

Look, you only gave me two.

- No, we do three, note that.

- Noted.

Do you want me to dust

for fingerprints?

It'll make a mess.

- Yes, please do whatever

you can to get my stuff back.

This house is all that I have.

- It's not really your house,

you know.

(Olivia scoffs)

- So no dusting?

- Well, thank you

for showing up.

- I'll be in touch,

but we don't tend to solve

many burglaries, so...

- Oh, so you don't have

any idea who did this?

- That's the scary thing.

Could be anyone, really.

A stranger,

your neighbor, your friend,

your ex.

Everybody has a secret.

Everybody.

- I'm safe though, right?

- Maybe.

- What do you mean maybe?

- Well, whoever did this

does know where you live,

and if they got your

credit card statements

then they know where you shop,

and you got your account

numbers on bank checks

and your social's on

tax returns,

and who knows what they

could do with all that stuff.

- Cool.

- It's no wonder most break

in victims suffer from PTSD.

Speaking of which, you

should see a therapist.

You can afford it.

(paper towel ripping)

(wood creaks)

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(wood creaking)

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(wood creaking)

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(gentle music)

(seagulls calling)

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(camera clicks)

- Hi. Um, was that of me?

- Oh yeah, the light's perfect.

Do you wanna see?

- Okay.

- Cool, right?

- Yeah, I mean, I guess if

you like pictures of people

who look dead inside, that's-

- Oh, come on.

Don't be such a downer!

The light is perfect.

I like it, I'm gonna keep it.

Anyway, nice to meet you.

Have a great day, bye.

- Okay.

Bye, I guess.

(people chattering

in background)

Could I have a job application?

- Hi.

I saw you at the pier, right?

- Oh, yeah.

Can I help you?

- So I think that you

dropped your wallet

and I just wanted to give

it back to you.

- Thank you.

That's really kind.

- Of course, have a great day.

- Hey, wait, can I give

you like a reward?

I think I have some cash--

- No, no, no, please.

It's my civic duty.

Have a great day.

- This isn't mine.

This belongs to some woman

named Katerina.

- Oh.

(zipper whirring)

Oh, this one's yours!

Must be a popular brand.

I'll trade you.

You just have to keep

it a secret.

- I don't know what's happening.

- Okay, so I know that

this seems super sketchy,

but I'm actually trying

to do the right thing.

I just kind of f*cked it

up in an embarrassing way.

Yes, I did steal your

wallet because yes,

I did think that you were rich,

but then I saw you filling

out the job application

and I realized that you

might need this

more than I do.

But what you just

realized about me

is that I have a

huge conscience.

So if you could not call the

cops, that would be super rad.

Are we good?

- Hey, um...

I don't really know

what to say.

- Keep both, are we good?

- I'm really not interested.

- No, but this is not

a bad thing.

I only steal from those

who deserve it.

- Who deserves it?

- What?! The wealthy, they

don't even notice.

It's super harmless.

- No.

- Let me show you! One second.

- Wait, don't, I, I don't...

Please don't.

Oh my God.

- Hey, sir, you looks so

handsome standing there.

I'm just gonna take

your picture.

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I'm gonna get outta here.

You wanna come with, or

do you like minimum wage?

- Okay, oh my God,

that was crazy.

So, like, what happens if

the cops come?

- Well, they won't if you

just stay cool

and just, like, stop talking.

Please, stop. Stop.

This is my favorite part:

digging through the riches!

- Oh my God, how did

you get so many?

- Well, I've had practice.

I'm Mari, by the way.

Or Mar, if you can

roll your R's.

- Yeah, I can't do that.

But I'm Olivia.

- I know, I stole your ID.

Ooh, jackpot!

- Okay, so what?

You're like a con artist?

Or a grifter?

- Those are your words,

not mine.

- Okay, well, what words

would you use?

- I'm self-employed.

(Olivia laughing)

- Why did you think I was rich?

- You dress nice. The

whole dead inside thing.

(Olivia laughing)

- Yeah. That'll do it.

- Oh, speaking of which...

(Olivia laughing)

That is a picture of

someone who's happy.

Look at that smile.

Who knows? Maybe you're

meant for this life.

- Oh my God, wouldn't

that be wild?

It'd be like Bonnie and Bonnie.

But no, that's not what this is.

I just like to be by the water.

Water calms me.

- What's the use in being calm?

Angry people get sh*t done.

- I think anger's destructive.

- Some things need to

be destroyed.

(ominous music)

I gotta go.

Are we good?

- Yeah. We're good.

- This has been fun.

If you wanna do it again,

come on back to the beach.

- Right.

(gentle music)

I had a sense that I'd

see her again,

but I never thought

I'd end up here.

- You didn't think she

was dangerous?

- No.

Intense. But not dangerous.

I can't imagine her being so...

- Destructive?

- Is she a suspect?

- Olivia, you were the victim

of a cruel and malicious crime.

You could have been k*lled.

And everybody is a suspect.

So just tell me what

happened next.

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- Hi, this is Olivia Walker.

I applied to be a driver

and I was just wondering

if there's any way

to expedite the

background check process.

Oh. What if I can't afford that?

Okay, and how long

will that take?

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Please, I don't feel safe.

- That sounds like a 'you'

problem.

- Okay, but there is a 'u'

in 'us'

and that would make it a

property problem, right?

- Wrong.

- Okay. Well, Lou, isn't there

something you can do?

I need some type of security.

- Okay, look, I get it, I do.

But I represent Gilbert and Main

and they have zero

obligations here.

Did you read the

lease you signed?

- Obviously.

- Okay, then you should know

that if a tenant wants security,

they have to buy it themselves.

- Well, I can't afford

that right now.

- I know. Times are tough,

right?

So maybe there's... another way.

To pay.

- Oh.

- What?

- Uh... I don't...

- What do you think I'm

talking about?

- Uh...

- I'm talking about you

getting a second job.

Or maybe, I don't know,

going to grad school,

getting a financial advisor.

Ask your parents!

- Yep. Okay. Those are

fantastic ideas.

And I'm gonna think

long and hard about it.

I am gonna go.

I'm gonna take one of

these cards,

and I'm just gonna work

this out with corporate.

- Wait, gimme this.

Okay, these are expensive.

Here's what I'm

gonna do for you.

Your rent's not due for

three days, right?

So if you can pay today?

Now? I'm gonna give you...

(keyboard clacking)

A 5% discount.

- Right now?

- What do you wanna do?

(check ripping)

- Okay. But don't deposit

that until like

really late in the day

on the first,

like the latest possible minute

that you could

possibly deposit it

is when you should put

that through.

I gotta work on

getting some cash.

(button buzzes)

- [Rich] Who is it?

- Oh, hi! It's Olivia.

- [Rich] Which Olivia?

- Your ex-girlfriend.

- sh*t.

(panel buzzing)

Oh, please have a seat.

Have a seat, please.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Thank you.

- Would you like a smoothie?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Will do! I was just

about to make one.

So what's up?

It's not your mom, is it?

- Oh, no, she's in remission.

- That's great.

Can I like, can I call her and

tell her congrats?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, she'd like that.

- Awesome, nice.

So what's up?

You said you needed help.

- Right.

Okay, so the house

was broken into.

(gentle music playing

in background)

- Olivia.

Did they take my sh*t?

- I don't think so, no.

- Thank God! That paintball

gear is not cheap.

Also the couches.

I know I paid for those and

they've been in the way,

but I'm gonna come pick 'em up

'cause I need to

sell them again.

I'm so sorry.

- Okay, Rich, look, this

isn't about the couches.

Okay.

You remember when you

left, rather abruptly

and you promised that you

would pay three months rent

to help out?

And then I never saw a cent.

So I was sort of hoping

that you would pay me

what you owe me.

- I didn't tell you.

My mom also got cancer.

- Really?

- Yeah. Yeah!

f*cking crazy, right?

And all the extra money I

had, I had to send to her.

But you understand, right?

You've always been

so empathetic.

(blender whirring)

Maybe you should get

like a loan or something.

- Oh, is that what you

think is best?

- Yeah, yeah, I get loans

all the time.

Me and Breezy, straight

from my parents.

They help me out a lot.

Here! Take this to go.

So good seeing you.

- Okay, yep, I will fix

the seat belts

and then I'll reapply.

Great, yep.

Oh my God.

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(Olivia breathing softly)

(Olivia groans)

Oh.

Oh, no.

What the hell?

What the hell?

(gentle music)

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(Olivia sighs)

(Olivia mumbling)

(footsteps crunching)

Whoop!

(footsteps crunching)

Hello?

Hello, is anybody here?

Hello?

Hello?

- Holy sh*t, dude, you're alive!

- Mari?

- What happened to

you last night?

I got so scared.

- Yeah.

I, I honestly, I don't

remember anything.

- Oh yeah, you were so drunk.

Especially when that guy

dropped you off.

It was bad.

- There was a guy? What guy?

- Oh, the guy.

A driver at the beach.

He was so hot.

- Sorry, I just...

(Mari gasps)

- Did you steal his wallet?

- I wouldn't, that's,

I wouldn't do that.

- Except that you did.

- Yeah, I did.

- Proud of you.

- Oh my God.

Look, I don't wanna sound

rude, but do you live in this?

- That is rude, and yes, I do.

I told you last night.

- What else did we talk about?

- Oh, lots.

Yeah, it's so funny.

You came in with this

like big sob story

about how you got

broken up with,

broken into, you're

broke yourself.

If that rings a bell?

- No, but you know, it

sounds like me, so.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

All right.

Well, you cannot call a car

here 'cause there's no service.

But if you walk a quarter

mile that way, totally can.

Glad you're okay.

Text me when you get home.

- Oh, thanks.

I'm actually not in any

type of a rush.

I don't have a job right now.

I dunno if I mentioned

that last night.

- You definitely did. Way

more than once.

- Yeah, I mean, you know,

it's just like a

temporary thing.

Like, I am employed, I'm

an interior designer.

It's just I'm on hiatus

until I stop qualifying

for benefits, and then

I'll be right back in.

- That's f*cked up.

It sounds like they owe

you benefits.

- Umm...

It's whatever.

Blame the unions!

Am I right?

- Oh, so you're in the union?

- No.

- [Detective Sampson] Why

were you there?

- I have no idea.

- Well, think on it

and try again.

- I don't know.

I started drinking a

lot after the break in

and there's a lot I

don't remember.

- You know, it's hard for

me to help you

if there are holes

in your story.

- This is a way of

solving your problems.

First you identify them, then

you cast them into the flame.

- How does that help?

- It makes you feel better,

I promise.

I don't know what it is,

but it does.

Watch. Okay.

This is for bullshit.

And this is for Wall

Street m*therf*ckers.

This is for my father

who disowned me.

And this is for ants, which

are f*cking everywhere!

(paper ripping)

(paper rustling)

Oh, doesn't it just feel

better to burn your problems?

Wanna try?

- Um...

No, I think I'll just watch.

- Okay.

(fire crackling)

- You travel so much.

Is this Mars?

- That is Utah.

Me and a bunch of crust punks

trainhopping around the country.

Let's see.

This dip sh*t? That's Nick.

He's the one that taught

me how to pickpocket.

Those guys were fun for

like a minute.

I mean, I do miss them

sometimes, but I don't know.

They weren't really my scene.

- [Olivia] Who is?

- I haven't really found one.

- I mean, you had to have

people, right?

Like friends and

family back home.

- I never found one.

People don't like me

once they get to know me,

which is fine.

I don't like them either.

- So how'd you end up here?

- I got in a van and I drove.

- For no reason?

- All right, because you

continue to ask questions.

I was a lawyer.

- Really?

- [Mari] Yeah.

- What?

- Yeah.

For a bit.

I grew up poor, first

generation Hispanic.

I think I felt that

it was my duty

to change the family fortunes.

So I took out a loan

for $200,000

and made the genius decision

to graduate into a recession.

And that interest stacks up

fast when you can't find a job.

- Yeah, I know that feeling.

- Yeah, so now I live in a van.

- What's this?

- My mantra.

I ask myself that every day,

and if the answer isn't

yes, then I make a change.

- So? Do you like your life?

- It's not heaven.

I don't have A/C.

I'm always stressed about

cops, literally always.

But it is my choice,

so I don't complain.

Also, it's not forever.

I am making a plan. Saving

up to leave the country,

go far away from d*uche bag

debt collectors and start anew.

And I just don't

have enough yet.

- How much more do you need?

- You ask way too

many questions.

- Oh, yeah, sorry.

I am a very curious person.

- No, no, it's great.

It's great, just I'm

just tired of talking.

- Right, yeah, of course.

Sorry, I should've

read the room.

I will call a car.

- [Mari] Okay.

- I don't have service.

Would you mind driving

me just like a mile down?

- [Mari] Yeah.

- Or...

Would you maybe want to

crash at my place?

- Oh, no, I'm not like

looking for handouts.

- No, no, no, I mean,

actually, this is for me.

Like, I want this.

- Oh, wait, are you

flirting with me?

- No! No, no, no, no.

Look, I've just been

really stressed, okay?

Ever since the break-in,

it's been really hard for

me to be alone in my house.

I was thinking that, you

know, if you wanted to come

and like keep me company, or...

And this is weird,

this is a weird ask.

I will call a Lyft.

- Would you pay me,

like keep watch?

- Maybe.

How much?

- A hundred plus gas.

- Yeah, I could do that.

- Really?

Dude, no wonder you're broke.

Yeah! Let's do it.

(gentle music)

- I don't wanna go in.

- I have mace.

I have a lot of mace.

(door creaking)

Hey, sweet digs.

- Thanks.

(door clicking shut)

Could you uh...

- Hmm?

- You know, take your mace

and see if anybody is here?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, is anybody in here?

I have mace!

If you are, I'll mace you!

I'm very scary!

(ominous music)

(door clicking shut)

Oh, I like this smiley face.

It's cool.

- Yeah, the robber did that.

I just haven't erased it.

- What a weirdo.

Seems empty.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Hm-mmm.

So you can stay on the couch,

I guess.

- Okay.

- It's a cool place, right?

- Yeah, yeah, it has a

lot to like touch.

Do you own it?

- The house?

No, no. I can't afford a house.

My dad says it's because

I drink fancy coffee,

but I did the math and I would

need to stop drinking coffee

for 150 years in order

to afford a house here.

I don't think I'm gonna

live that long.

So I rent, from a corporation

called Gilbert and Main.

- And your parents help you out?

- No.

They were bankrupted by a

cancer scare, so I'm on my own.

It's very exciting.

- But you said you were broke.

I mean, this place is

pretty fancy.

- Yeah, I think that's

probably why I'm broke.

I co-signed for this

place with my ex.

He had a huge inheritance,

so I thought we'd be fine,

but he met some stupid

influencer and now he's gone

and I have five months left

on a lease meant for two.

It has wiped out my

savings, like in a big way.

I don't wanna give it up,

but I don't know what to do.

- f*cking boyfriends.

- Yeah.

- Also, what's an influencer?

(object clattering)

Chill, chill, chill.

Oh, it's just a raccoon.

(Olivia breathing heavily)

All good.

- f*ck, f*ck, f*ck f*ck.

- Oh, you're a jumpy one.

- Yeah.

Yeah, the police said

that this could be

like a PTSD situation,

but it's no reason to lose

your cool in front of a guest.

- Hey, no, no.

You don't have to hide

yourself in front of me, okay?

I'd be f*cking scared too if

I was living in a crime scene.

But if it makes you feel

better, just remember,

I'm here to keep you safe.

- So you went to bed

with a complete stranger

let loose in your home?

- Yeah.

- [Detective Sampson]

Why'd you do that?

- Have you ever been

broken into?

That's why you don't understand.

The police were supposed to

protect me, but they didn't.

This girl Mari was the

only one who showed up.

And when she was around,

I slept like a rock.

I finally felt like myself.

(gentle music)

For services rendered.

- How many stars?

Hell yes.

- You can stay as long

as you want, by the way.

I don't mind.

- For real?

- Yeah, I mean, I couldn't

keep paying you,

but if you're into roofs

and hot showers,

I do like having you here and,

who knows?

Maybe you'll like it so

much, you wanna stay.

I can make us breakfast.

- Do you have ice cream?

- Ooh, no.

Okay, so I forgot that I'm

broke right now

and there's no food.

So there's no breakfast.

But you can still stay.

- You know groceries are like

super easy to steal, right?

- I did not know that.

- Two words: self-checkout.

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So you actually just

print barcodes at home,

and then you don't wanna

do mom and pop shops

because then you get

the whole guilt thing.

- I mean, that was actually

surprisingly easy though.

- I know, right?

And when you do it in

this jurisdiction,

if it's under a

hundred dollars--

Hey!

(Mari speaking in Spanish)

- What are you saying,

what are you saying?

- Mari, calm down.

Okay, this is Officer Bronson.

He is the police.

- That means nothing

to me, f*ck the police.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(Mari speaking in Spanish)

What is your name?

- Mari Navarro, okay?

Look it up in the system.

- Can you just be-

I am sorry about that.

Do you remember me?

My name's Olivia Walker.

- Oh yeah, bougie girl

with the break-in.

- Yes. That is me.

Have you had any luck

with my case?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

It's still active, so I can't

discuss it with civilians.

- Cool, yeah, that's cool.

- You know, you can just

say 'no,' dude. It's fine.

- Mari.

- I'm working on it, I promise.

But I'm off-duty.

So if you have any complaints,

you can call them

into the station.

Have a nice day, ma'am.

- Thank you so much.

- He's a f*cking liar.

I see right through that.

- Mari, come on.

- He's an honest man.

- Is that why you're asking

me all these questions,

because he saw me walking along

the streets with a friend?

- Not just any friend.

I mean, did you know

that Mari Navarro

is a convicted felon?

(doors clicking)

- Well, that was unnecessary.

- Shut up, I have an idea.

- Do you plan on sharing it?

- Follow me.

(doors clicking shut)

(dramatic music)

- What is this?

Hey!

What are we doing?

Mari, where are we?

- Shh, just do what I do.

- Mari, what is this?

- Don't say my name.

- No, no, Mari, Mari!

Like, real quick, first,

what are we doing?

- Oh, also shut up.

That's important.

- Oh, what are we doing?

- Shut up, I said.

- Mari, Mari, where are we?

- We're playing the

quiet game, shh.

- Mari!

sh*t.

sh*t, I don't want to do this,

this is so awful.

(Olivia mumbling)

Oh my God.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, so what are we doing here?

- Getting your stuff

back, what do you think?

- Oh, no, no, no, Mari, Mari.

I don't like this.

You don't even know

what this is.

(suspenseful music continues)

sh*t, okay.

(suspenseful music continues)

I don't wanna do this.

Okay, look, I don't

wanna steal from someone.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, Mari.

Jesus.

Mari.

Mari, Mari, I don't like this.

Mari, this is weird, hey!

- Oh my God, Olivia!

Remember that part when I

said 'don't say my name'?

Shut up and follow my lead.

- Why? Why are you doing this?

Like, I don't understand.

Why is this happening?

What is the point of this?

- It's revenge,

don't you get it?

- No!

Stop.

- Shut up.

- No, stop!

- Shut up!

- Stop it, this is

somebody's home.

- Shut up.

- Mari!

- Shut up.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Oh my God, oh my God!

sh*t, sh*t, okay.

I don't understand how

I got involved in this.

Are you kidding me?

Known this girl for two seconds

and you're following her

into somebody else's house.

So stupid.

(suspenseful music continues)

(tense music)

Do you know whose house this is?

This is the home of a

police officer.

- Cool, right?

Thought they lived in caves.

- Mari, why the f*ck are we

stealing from the police?

- I'm not taking a thing.

(tense music continues)

(soft music)

- Okay, I feel ill.

Mari, what was that?

- Prick needs to know

how it feels.

- This isn't f*cking funny.

It's not f*cking funny.

How did you find that place?

- Oh my God, Olivia,

how do you think?

(soft music)

- And did you ever

think maybe Mari

was the one who

robbed your home?

- Well yeah, I'm not an idiot.

- I swear to God, stolen

food just tastes better.

How's yours?

- Hmm.

- Something bothering you?

- Do you wanna play a game?

(tray rattling)

(alcohol sloshing)

- What's this?

- Never have I ever.

You know the rules, right?

So we will each take

turns admitting to things

that we've never ever

done before.

And if the other person has

done it, you'll take a drink.

First person to run outta shots

gets the next round

of groceries.

- Okay, cool.

Who starts?

- I will like this.

Never have I ever been skiing.

- Oh, me either, too expensive.

Never have I ever driven a boat.

- No, that seems hard.

Never have I ever owned a pet.

- Oh God, so f*cking sad.

Yeah, I grew up with a

wheaten terrier named Emmy.

Mm, the best.

This is hard.

Never have I ever peed my

pants in public.

- Me neither.

Never have I ever

lived in a van.

- That's 100% cheating.

- Gloves are off.

- Okay.

Never have I ever been so drunk

that I've fallen asleep

in the middle of nowhere

and woken up, no

idea where I am.

- Touch.

- [Mari] This is fun.

- Hm-mmm.

Okay, never have I

ever shot a g*n.

When?

- My dad loved the

sh**ting range.

So back when we talked

I think it was kind of his

way of bonding.

Never have I ever liked to run.

- No, I mean, why would you?

It's gross.

Never have I ever dealt drugs.

- Define 'deal'.

- [Olivia] Sold.

- For profit?

- Yes.

- No, never done that.

Never have I ever tried cocaine.

Wild child.

- I had a bit of fun in

college, but it wasn't a habit.

- Hm-mmm.

- Uh, never have I ever

committed arson.

- Jesus, I should hope not.

Although it does

kinda sound cool.

Never have I ever

cheated on someone.

Mm, little miss perfect

runnin' outta shots.

- Yeah.

Never have I ever stolen

from a friend.

Who?

- It does not matter.

I got a good one, never

have I ever got an STD.

- When I got cheated on.

- Not a lot of shots left.

- No.

This is not going the way

that I thought it would.

Okay.

Let's try this.

Never have I ever broken into

a house in this neighborhood.

- So that's what we're doing.

- (scoffs) We're having fun.

- Just ask me what you

wanna ask me.

- I'm, I'm just playing a game.

- Okay.

Never have ever broken into

a house in this neighborhood.

Not even this one.

And never have I ever

passive-aggressively

tried to get information

out of a friend.

Oh, look, you're out of shots.

- Okay, look, I didn't

mean to offend you.

I was just trying to

win the game.

- Didn't mean to offend me?

Please. You're the least

direct person I've ever met.

Just tell me what

you're thinking.

Tell me! I'm not scary.

- f*ck, I mean, Mari,

yes you are.

Are you...

We broke into

somebody's home today.

That's f*cked up.

- Yeah, because he's an as*h*le.

- Who cares about him?

I don't give a f*ck about

stealing groceries, that's fine.

But I don't wanna hurt people.

And if you're gonna stay

in this house,

then you can't hurt

people either.

- Okay.

I hear you loud and clear.

You should talk like

that more often.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, no more hurting people.

- Okay, cool.

Are we good?

- Yeah, we're good.

Never have I ever pooped

my pants in public.

- I mean, I would never do that.

- Maybe when you passed

out in the desert,

you pooped your pants and--

- I did not.

I would know, I was

wearing a jumpsuit.

- Mm, just slipped

out in the sand.

- I would've found it.

You might think I was

dumb to trust her,

but I don't think she did

anything wrong.

Why are you asking so

many questions about her?

- I just think it's

very interesting

that you've been spotted

with a known criminal.

- What was she arrested for?

- Nothing good.

(phone buzzing)

- Oh, God.

(phone buzzing)

(Olivia groaning)

Hello?

- [Officer Bronson] Hey,

this is Officer Bronson

with the local PD.

I'm looking for Olivia Walker.

- Yeah, yeah. This is her.

- [Officer Bronson] I owe

you an apology.

Yeah, after a really

intense investigation,

we determined that the

person who robbed your house

might be a repeat offender.

So we're gonna do a better

job this time, I promise.

And we're gonna get most of

your stuff back! Probably.

- Thank you.

Holy sh*t.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- Oh my god, Olivia.

You're actually a

really good cook.

You should open a restaurant.

- Oh yeah.

A restaurant where all

we serve is stolen food.

- Yeah, I like that.

- Hey, when was the last

time you even had a hot meal?

- It's been a while.

Wow, your ex-boyfriend sounds

like a d*uche bag.

Oh my God.

Was there a rebound, at least?

- No, you know, I mean like

I prefer to meet people

the old fashioned way.

You know?

I don't meet anybody ever.

It's the life.

- Whatever, we don't need men.

We're awesome.

- It's true.

Women can bleed seven days

a month and we don't die.

Men can't do that.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we make humans.

- We are incredible.

We belong in museums, you know,

with a hall that's dedicated

to shitty ex-boyfriends

and an entire exhibit

that just focuses

on how they manage to

soak the entire bathroom

every time they get

outta the shower.

- What is that?

I go in to pee, my

socks get soaked,

and all they have to do

is put a little towel down

and wipe it up.

I mean, it covers the

floor everywhere.

- Like it is a soggy gross mess.

I. uh, you're so smart

to stay single.

- I might be married.

- Oh.

I'm sorry?

Please rewind, you might?

How do you not know?

- I don't know.

I mean, it was a few years ago.

I just kind of left one day.

But I think he definitely

filed without me.

You don't need two people, so.

- Oh, I didn't know that.

- Yeah.

- You do have to tell me the

entire story because, what?

- Uh, there's nothing to tell.

I mean, his name was...

Is Carlos.

And he has really,

really good eyes.

He's wonderful, and I was

young and dumb.

- You still seem pretty young.

- Yeah, which goes to show

you how f*cking young I was.

- Fair.

- But, I don't know.

I mean, he was safe

and stable and wealthy.

And so I married him.

- So what happened?

- Oh God, it was f*cking awful.

It was awful.

It was dinner and

arguments and laundry

and dinner and

arguments and laundry.

And I just, I hated myself.

I hated myself.

I remember distinctly this

one day I was washing clothes

and it was like someone

lifted off these cataracts

and I could finally see

clearly how unhappy I was.

So I got in a van and

I drove away.

- You ran away.

- Yeah.

Yeah, but it worked out.

- Not for him.

I mean, he just must

have been heartbroken.

- Yeah, I'm sure he still is.

Me too, though.

I really, really,

really loved him.

But I was...

I mean, I was dying. And

I just had to save myself.

(gentle music)

- She stayed for weeks

without a problem.

- Well, somebody destroyed

your life tonight.

Who else could it have been?

- Yes, thank you so much.

I'm so excited to be a

part of this team

and a part of this company.

I'm gonna start driving

tomorrow night, I promise.

Thank you.

Thank you, yeah.

(kettle whistling)

Wait, what the f*ck?

- What's wrong?

- The IRS is charging me $600

for not registering as a

small business.

- What business?

- I don't know.

I mean, I literally do

not have this money.

- I mean, so how bad would

it be if you don't pay?

- It's bad. Like 'double

the fine' bad.

Why would they do that?

Why would they charge

somebody more money

for not having any money?

That doesn't make any sense.

Like, what am I supposed to do?

Am I supposed to sell my car?

I can't do that, I just got

approved to be a driver.

- So just ignore it.

- That doesn't make it go away.

- Hmm.

You'd be surprised how

far running can get you.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

Hmm.

Oh.

All right, chica, I got

bad news for you.

- Uh-oh.

- Mm-hm, yeah.

I think I'm gonna go.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it's been so fun,

but we're not gonna be

hanging out anymore.

You got like your new gig

and everything

and I really wanna get

back on the road.

What, what?

Why are you surprised?

- I'm not, I thought you liked

clean clothes, you know?

- No, don't get me wrong.

Your life has perks.

It does, but it's soul-crushing.

And I come out here and

there's no signal,

there's no shops,

there's no people.

But I'm so happy, you know?

Yeah, I get it.

I like have to get back to this.

- Okay. But what if I

bribed you, right?

I mean, aren't you gonna

miss the ice cream?

- I'll miss you.

Seriously.

Seriously, I don't get along

with a lot of people and

yeah, don't think I realized

how lonely I was.

- Yeah, yeah. I mean

this has been fun.

- Yeah, no, it's been fun.

(birds chirping in distance)

(footsteps crunching)

- So where will you

go after this?

- The desert, I think.

I kinda miss it.

I mean, for now.

- That's nice.

- Yeah.

(doors clicking shut)

(engine whirring)

(car beeping)

- That's a dead battery, right?

- No, it's the engine.

- No, no, no, it has to be

a dead battery.

- No, it's the engine.

A little light came on.

- No, it's not the

f*cking engine, Mari.

I can't afford to fix the

f*cking engine.

It's a dead battery.

Ugh, f*ck!

Oh, God damn it!

f*ck!

f*ck.

- You okay?

- No!

No, Mari, I am not okay!

I did everything I was

supposed to do.

I played by the rules.

I went to college.

I got the good career

and I am f*cked.

My God! I bleed money.

I am unhappy, I am broke.

I lost my job, I

lost my savings.

My house f*cking terrifies me.

And I can't even go to

the g*dd*mn doctor

because a f*cking cavity

could bankrupt me.

Oh my God!

f*ck!

- It's not your fault, Olivia.

- Yes, it is.

There is nowhere else to

place the blame.

I amounted to nothing.

- No, how could you say that?

Wait, why would you say that?

Because you don't have money?

Who cares? It

doesn't define you!

- Then what does?

What?

The house that I don't

even f*cking like anymore?

Oh my God, like what did

I do to deserve this?

- Nothing! That is the point!

It's not about you.

Stop blaming yourself.

The life that you were

sold, it doesn't work.

You're not a failure.

You're the opposite!

You survived inside a

broken system.

And the fact that you're

still alive, it's a miracle.

It's incredible.

It's not your fault.

You're not a victim.

You're a hero!

- I don't know what to do.

- Okay?

Okay, I do, I do.

I do, I do.

I do!

Come with me.

- What?

- Look, you don't like this.

You definitely don't need

it 'cause you don't like it.

You say that the house

is all you have,

but you can't even afford it.

You don't like your life.

- No.

- Olivia, come with me.

- Mari, I can't just run

away from everything.

Okay, that's not how it works.

- I'm literally living proof,

and good living proof, I

might add, that you can.

- I don't, I'm...

What if I hate it?

Where do I pee?

- There are holes all

over the world.

Really.

No, listen. I would

really love the company.

There is so much

beauty to my life.

Truly, I can do whatever I want.

I get to travel the world,

I'm constantly

expanding my horizons.

But I don't have anybody,

you know,

'cause everyone

thinks I'm insane.

So if you're down, let's go

on some adventures. Together!

(Olivia chuckles)

- Uh...

Yeah, okay.

- Oh my God!

You have no idea how

happy that makes me.

- Okay, um, so where

do we begin?

- We gotta get outta the house.

- You can't break the lease!

- Lou, I am trapped in a

house that's wrecking my life.

So I'm asking you

politely, how do I get out?

- Okay, clearly the lease

says in very big letters,

tenants may vacate early

if they pay a fee equal

to two months rent.

- Jesus Christ! So I have

to forfeit my deposit?

- Yes. In addition to the fee.

- In addition?

Lou! That's

thousands of dollars!

That's like, that's like

four months rent.

I can't pay that!

Okay, so what would happen

if I just, I disappear?

Poof! She's gone.

What happens then?

- Then Gilbert and Main

is gonna sue your a*s.

Okay?

And they're gonna

come for it hard.

I've seen 'em do it.

Look. Olive. I like you. I do!

No, you're pretty, you're smart.

You're fun to look at.

And I can tell them that,

but they're not gonna care.

Trust me, I know them.

They're gonna come

for their money

and then they're gonna put

you on a tenant blacklist.

- I don't know what that is.

- It's bad news bears, baby!

You don't wanna be on it!

It tells all future landlords

that you are a risky

little biscuit, okay?

And then they can charge you

whatever they want for rent.

- Why would you raise rent

on somebody who's already

struggling to pay rent?

That's not f*cking fair.

- Don't blame Lou.

You signed the contract.

- Alright.

You know, there's gotta be

an exemption here, right?

Like because of the break-in?

- No, because the

police report I read

said that you clearly

lost a spare key,

which makes it your fault.

- Lou, you told them

to write that.

- There's a third key.

- Where?

- There's always a third key!

- Show me the proof.

- There is no proof!

Because you lost it.

So maybe somebody found it.

I don't know.

So if you wanna vacate early,

you owe us four months rent.

Plus the price of the key!

(gentle music)

(Olivia screaming)

(Mari speaking in Spanish)

- All right. Sure you

don't wanna come?

Last chance to change your mind.

- I can't.

I don't know how.

- Oh, it's super simple.

You just get in the van and

then we go have an adventure.

Get in the van! Get in the van!

- You know I can't.

- Yes, you can.

Let's do it.

- No, Mari. I'm not like you.

I can't just run away.

You know, I need

everything nice and perfect

so I can come back to it if

I don't like it on the road.

- But my life is awesome.

- For you, but you run

all the time.

I mean, your only

move is to move.

And for me, that's

irresponsible.

I wanna fix my life,

not escape it.

- All right.

That's just not gonna happen

unless you burn it all down

and start from scratch.

- That would be arson.

- I didn't mean literally burn

down the house. Although...

(tense music)

- No.

- It would get you

outta the lease.

- No! That's super ill*gal.

- No, we can't get caught.

That's the trick.

- Nope.

- There's no clear motive.

Do you have renter's insurance?

- Stop.

- Why?

This house is bleeding you

dry and no one's helping out.

But if it burns down, you

don't have to pay rent.

And we can run away.

- We are not gonna do that.

- It'd be so fun.

- That's crossing a line.

I already told you I

don't wanna hurt people.

- Olivia, it's property damage.

Who cares?

- Oh my god! Mari, stop!

Look, I'm gonna tell you one

time: you are way out of line.

This is the end of the road.

I'm sorry that you thought

you had a partner in

crime or whatever,

but I'm clearly not the

person you need me to be

so would you please just

shut the f*ck up?

- I did this.

- What?

- Look at this strong-a*s lady

saying exactly what she feels.

I did this and I'm impressed!

Although I completely disagree

with everything you just said.

All right.

I guess I'm just gonna go

live my awesome life alone.

- Okay, well, at least

keep in touch.

- Chao, guapita. Te quiero!

(door whirring shut)

- And that was the last time

I ever saw Mari Navarro.

- Was there any bad blood

when she left?

- She seemed fine.

We left on good terms.

But Mari would never hurt me.

Unless there's

something in her record

that I don't know about.

- She was a bad influence.

- Okay, but that's not ill*gal.

So what was she arrested for?

- With all due respect, this

is not our focus right now.

- With all due respect,

that is my focus right now.

That woman called

herself my friend,

and lived in my house

for like a month, sir.

I need to know if I'm safe.

What was she arrested for?

- You call her your friend.

That concerns us.

- What was she arrested for?

What was she arrested for?

What was she arrested for?

- She hopped trains!

She crossed state lines on

federally-regulated property.

That is a felony.

- Oh my god.

- You're laughing and

I hate that.

- Trains?

- There are laws in

this country!

I enforce those laws! To

protect those train lines!

To protect us from

ruffians like Mari Navarro!

- You should put her on

a watch list.

- I took an oath!

You take an oath?

No, you didn't take an oath.

I have to investigate

every lead in this case,

that you laugh at, this

case! It's my responsibility.

Do you understand?

Then tell me what happened next.

- I tried to make rent.

(gentle music)

Officer Bronson, do you

have a second?

- Hey, look who it is!

Fancy girl.

- We need to talk.

- Haven't we talked enough?

- No!

I need to make money.

- We can't do this without HR.

- Please, I need help.

- I'm trying, but we

can't find a lead.

- I know that you're lying.

- What do you want?

- A job.

I'll work off the books.

I won't ask for benefits

or raises or anything.

- There's nothing in the

budget for that.

- How hard did you look?

- As hard as I could.

But there's no security

cameras near your house.

- I could sue you, you know.

- Come on.

You know you can't afford

a better lawyer than mine.

- Why won't anyone help me?

- It's not my problem.

- It's not my problem.

- It's not my problem.

- Well, I'm sure that Officer

Bronson did his very best.

And you know, we really

only solve 4% of burglaries.

- Those are not good odds.

- It's better than nothing.

And I still wanna call

in Mari Navarro.

Do you have any idea

where we can find her?

- She lives off-grid.

I'd be surprised if any

of us ever saw her again.

(paper rustling)

(house creaks)

(ominous music)

(fire crackling)

(paper rustling)

(fire crackling continues)

(paper rustling continues)

(fire crackling continues)

(paper rustling continues)

(fire crackling continues)

(gentle music)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

(upbeat music continues)

- Hey! What are you doing here?

- I wanna burn down the house.

- Can you repeat that?

- I said she was my friend.

Friends don't hurt each other.

- Are you for real?

- Yeah.

I do have a plan. But I

need your help.

- f*ck yes.

- And around now is when you

first reported the gas leak?

- Yeah.

Oh! I have footage.

(Lou knocking on door)

- Olive. So glad you called.

- Thank you so much for coming.

- Absolutely.

- I was so scared.

- These gas leaks are no joke,

baby.

I would be remiss in my duties

if I didn't come over here

and sniff it out myself.

(Lou sniffs)

So where is it?

- Over by the stove.

- Ah. That makes sense.

Good, good, good, good, good.

It's only gonna take a minute.

Just gotta come in here

and sniff out every corner.

(Lou sniffing)

You know, methane's

actually odorless.

That's what makes it

so dangerous.

And it was actually

the gas company

that came along later and

added the sulfur compound

to make it smell like

rotten eggs.

- Oh.

- I personally like the smell.

(Olivia chuckles)

Anyways, that's not

what I'm smelling here.

I'm smelling, except

for maybe some incense

or... Are you wearing perfume?

- I am!

Yeah, do you like it?

- I do. I like it a lot.

- Thank you.

Wait, so you don't think

that there's a problem?

I just could have sworn

that I smelled gas

when I turned on the oven.

- That's because

it's a gas oven.

- Right, of course.

- You're gonna smell gas.

Sometimes when you click

these little things here,

a little gas comes out

before the flame hits it,

so that could be what

you're smelling again.

But I'm...

- Oh, hello.

- Lou, I'm so sorry.

I hate to think I made you

come all the way out here

just for no reason.

- Well, that's what happens

when you don't have

a man around.

- Is that a service that

Gilbert and Main can provide?

(Lou laughing)

- We could. We could.

- Lou, while I have you here,

do you mind just checking

the rest of the house for me?

Just for my own peace of mind?

I would be so grateful.

- Absolutely, whatever you want.

- And do you mind if I film it?

Just so I know where

to look in the future?

- So all you have to

do is just sniff here.

Sniff over here.

That's literally the only

way to check for gas leaks.

Did I teach you something new?

- And this is just a

few days ago?

- Yeah. I think it's

timestamped.

- She has footage of you

checking the house

for gas leaks?

- There wasn't a problem.

That was fun.

I mean it.

Ah, it's a beautiful day.

More beautiful 'cause of you.

- Thank you, so sorry to

have wasted your time.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You can call me anytime.

I mean that, really.

- Actually, you know, you

once mentioned

that there were other

ways I could make payments

if I was a little short on cash.

I was just wondering if

that was still an option.

- How about we talk about

it over dinner?

- I'd like that.

- I like you.

Toodles.

- Bye.

- And were you aware that

Gilbert and Main

specifically prohibits romantic

or sexual relationships

between tenants and employees?

- No! Was that in the lease?

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A toast. To the landlords.

- May they burn in hell.

- And on earth.

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(knocking on door)

- Damn, girl.

- Let's have some fun.

- So my notes say that you

left the house at 8:00 PM.

Did you smell gas heading out?

- Of course.

(door rattling)

- And you didn't tell

your property manager?

- No. I didn't wanna

sound like an idiot.

- This doesn't look

good for you.

- Oh, what are you,

'm*rder She Wrote'?

Welcome to Chateau Lou!

Please make yourself at home.

(gentle music)

Do you mind taking

your shoes off?

- No, thank you.

- Okay.

Hope you're not

lactose intolerant.

Had the girl fix up

a little charcuterie.

Ooh, prosciutto.

(dishes clattering)

Lights, dim.

Light dim.

Dim the lights.

Kitchen light dim.

A little mood lighting.

Hope you like really good wine.

So what should we toast to?

- To the landlords. For

bringing us together.

- To Gilbert and Main.

(glasses clink)

You're not supposed to, okay.

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Do you like my place?

- It's expensive.

- Yeah, I own it.

I own the one across

the street too.

You wanna see it?

- Honestly, I'm good.

Like, I don't care

about any of this.

Your house, your paycheck,

your stupid cheese.

Like none of this matters.

- Okay, I thought you

liked expensive things.

My bad.

- I mean, I used to.

But things change.

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- I like stuff.

I have a lot of stuff.

- Good for you.

But what did you do to

deserve two houses

when some people

can't afford one?

(dramatic music)

- Property is natural.

Even bears have territory.

- Yeah, but a bear

fights for it.

What was your fight?

Did you kick and claw and

bite and scream?

Or did you get a loan

straight from your parents?

Did daddy help you out?

(car alarm blaring)

I think we all deserve the

chance to make a good life.

And that just isn't happening.

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But I wanna fight

until it's true.

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- You're not fun.

- That's too bad. 'Cause

I'm having a f*cking blast.

(dramatic music)

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(sirens wailing)

- So you leave your property

manager's house at 10?

- Yeah.

I wouldn't call the date

smooth or successful,

but my car is broken so

Lou drove me home.

- To the gas leak.

- It was already burning

when I arrived.

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(sirens wailing)

I spent so much time working

for the stuff in that house.

That stuff could have paid my

rent. And to watch it burn?

(Olivia whimpers)

Do you have any idea

what it's like

to realize your entire life

has amounted to nothing?

It's the worst thing

that's ever happened to me.

And bad things happen

all the time.

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- She's playing you.

- Is she?

Because we had reports of

property damage all over town

and it seems to me like a

bunch of vandals

let loose a stray firecracker,

which burned down the house of

a negligent property manager

who ignored a gas leak to

sleep with one of his tenants.

I don't think the insurance

company's gonna like that.

You'd be better off

dropping the charges.

- What if Gilbert and Main

ups their annual donation?

Will that help?

- Sorry Lou, but I feel

for this girl.

You ever been broken into?

It f*cking sucks.

(Olivia sniffling)

- Well, lookie here.

My favorite tenant.

- Lou! What are you doing here?

- I have a surprise.

Open it.

(envelope rustling)

(gentle music)

It is your security

deposit. Two months rent.

We are legally required

to refund a deposit

if the tenant doesn't

damage the house.

And given that there is

no house, that is yours.

- Huh.

- 'Huh' is right.

It worked out for you,

didn't it?

And your ex! Half of

that is his.

- Oh, believe me.

He'll get every cent

that he's owed.

- Listen, I hope you won't

tell Gilbert and Main

about our little get-together.

- No. I wouldn't want

you to lose your job.

I'll remember this.

- Hey, Olivia.

Are you happy the

house burned down?

- No. But it's the only thing

that solved my problems.

So, if you don't like it,

find a better solution.

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- Are we good?

- Yeah, we're good.

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