01x02 - Talons

[bunniefuu]

[boat horn blowing in distance]

[water sloshing]

[curious music playing]

[grunts softly]

[grunting, panting]

[sighs]

[theme music playing]

[curious music playing]

[Devon grunting]

[Devon exhales]

[exhales]

[panting]

[panting]

[grunting, panting]

[watch alarm beeping]

[Zeus] Intruder detected.
Intruder detected.

[watch beeping]

Zeus, activate the surveillance feeds.

[monitor chimes]

[monitor chimes]

[panting, groaning]

No.

- [Devon grunting]
- [Jose sighs]

[curious music playing]

[Devon grunting]

[panting]

[Jose chuckles]

[speaking Spanish]

[monitor chimes]

- [floor squeaking]
- [Devon exhaling]

[quietly] Simone!

[wetsuit squelching]

[quietly] Simone!

Oh.

[knocking]

[sighs]

[grunts]

- Devon.
- Let me in. I'm a popsicle.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're supposed to be gone.
Why are you wet?

- Zeus. Lights.
- Oh.

I just Navy SEALed over
from Jordan's dinghy.

He couldn't get past the rocks,
so I had to swim.

Who's Jordan?

Oh, right. That's not his name.

[grunts softly]

Uh, Ethan's boat guy.

Yeah, I met him at a bar last night,

and then he took me back
to your boyfriend's boat.

You were on the Evelina?

With Jordan, yeah.

[grunts]

Oh my-- Do you mean Morgan?

His name's Morgan?

Wait, I'm so confused.

I feel really weird about it too.

But then I saw your boss
in the window all bloody

like some kind of dark lord,

and I'm here to bust you out.

Let's go.

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't know.
She was doing some kind of, like,

uh, some sort of, like,
satanic animal sacrifice.

Wait, do you mean her bedroom window?

Devon, that wasn't an animal sacrifice.

Barnaby crashed through
her window and died.

Poor thing.

Who's Barnaby?

Her peregrine falcon.

Okay, that helps me not at all.

It's a bird, Devon.

What are you even doing here?
You're supposed to be gone.

- I'm worried about you, Simone.
- Okay, why?

Because this Michaela b*tch
has her talons so deep in your brain

that you can't even tell you're in a cult.

Kiki is my friend.

Friends don't control and isolate you.

Friends don't kick your sister out
like trash.

And friends don't tell you
who you can and cannot date.

Friends don't buy you closets like this.
Are you kidding me? This is your room?

Okay, first of all,
I worked really hard with the designer

on the layout of my suite, okay?

Second, Devon,
it was my idea to kick you out.

- Ah.
- Uh-huh. And I stand by it.

Third, she doesn't tell me
who I can and cannot date.

Ethan's her husband's best friend.

It might be weird for her
to suddenly go on double dates with me.

You know,
I spray her underwear with lavender mist.

You what now?

Me and Ethan are not a secret.

I just... I haven't had a chance... Stop it!

- ...to tell her about us yet.
- Okay.

- But she'd be fine if she knew?
- Yes, of course she'd be fine.

Good, 'cause I told her.

Wait, what? When? Why?

Devon, Devon, no. Why would you do that?

I didn't. I was proving a point.
Look how insane you're being.

- You are the worst thing in my life, okay?
- Great.

Tell me all about it
on the way to Buffalo.

I'm never going back to Buffalo.

- It's your home.
- No, this is my home.

Stop, stop. Stop going through my stuff
and listen to me.

- Okay? Listen, Devon.
- Yes.

This is the happiest
I've ever been. [chuckles]

Like... I love this island.

I love who I am here.

- [Simone sighs]
- You wanted to be an attorney.

Kiki has a law degree,
and Kiki says being an attorney...

I don't care about Kiki.
Look at me. I care about you. I love you.

You and me,

we worked so hard to get you into Yale.

[laughing] I got myself into Yale.

Oh, sorry.

I just thought that I dropped out
of college, moved home,

and worked three jobs
to get you through high school.

I didn't ask you to do that.

Who else was gonna do it?

Simone, I am the only person
who has always had your back.

That's not true. Kiki has my back.

- What?
- Are you taking your meds?

Hey, don't, Devon. No, don't. Don't.

Don't do that. Don't make this about me
when this is about you.

- Are you taking them? Yes or no?
- Yes, I take my f*cking meds.

Oh, there she is.
Still got a little fight in her.

And f*ck you
because you're not worried about me.

Devon, no.
This is about you and your sh*t.

- You just don't want to go home.
- That is...

And I don't blame you, okay?

But that does not mean that you get to
show up here and sh*t all over my success.

What success?!
You are misting underwear with lavender.

[tearfully] And by the way, I did leave.

I was the original leaver.

I just came back
'cause I'm such a good sister.

And I'm... Hey, I'm grateful for that.

Ser-- Seriously. And I always will be.

All right? But I've been out
of high school for seven years.

You're choosing this now.

I have never chosen anything
in my entire life, Simone.

Oh my God. No, okay.

What about Raymond?

- That's my friend.
- [laughs]

He's a married loser
who makes you feel bad about yourself.

Why would you spend any time with him?

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

Look, like... [inhales shakily]

I... I know that you're struggling, okay?

But you have to let go

of what doesn't serve you.

- That's what Kiki always says...
- Oh my God, stop saying her name.

- Kiki. Kiki. Kiki. Kiki.
- Stop saying her name.

- Stop it. Jesus!
- What's going on?

- Oh my--
- What the f*ck?! [sighs]

Is she wet?

She, uh... swam here, apparently.

Are you part mermaid, Devon?

Uh, if you don't mind, we're sort of
in the middle of something right now.

Oh my God, so are we. Did Simone
tell you about our recent trauma?

Yeah, how are you holding up?

- Were you able to get back to sleep?
- No, no.

I keep seeing
his little eyes looking at me.

He was trying to come home to you, Kiki.

- That's my theory.
- I shouldn't have let him go.

No, this is not your fault, Kiki.

He told me he was ready.

- Hey hey.
- Hey hey.

Well, I really hate
to rush your bird grief,

but I think we should
probably finish packing.

Are you going somewhere?

- Yes, we're going to Buffalo together.
- No.

No, I'm not, Devon.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- [Devon] Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.
- [Devon] Mmm.

You are, though.

- I'm not, though.
- I'm not leaving this island without you.

You're gonna grow old and die here then

'cause, uh, I'm not leaving.

Mmm, cool.

I guess I'll just be right here,
festering and decomposing.

- Don't you dare sit on my couch.
- One cheek, two cheek.

Oh, I... I love this for you two,
this little pre-dawn sister spat,

but I have got to get some rest.

Devon, let's move you to the guest house.
You'll be much more comfortable there.

Jose.

What?

Will you follow me, Miss DeWitt?

Uh, no, I'm going to stay here.

Oh, thank you for understanding.

But...

Jose, let's meet tomorrow to discuss

the security breach
that occurred on your watch.

- Of course, mi amor. This way, please.
- Thank you.

Sweet dreams, Devon.

[Jose clears throat]

[pensive music playing]

[Devon] They sleep together?

Ugh! God, every time I think
this place can't get more f*cked,

it just gets more f*cked.

I told you to leave
and never come back, dummy.

What was I supposed to do?
My sister is clearly in trouble.

- I'm sorry.
- For what?

[siren chirps]

Are you kidding me?

- Breaking and entering and trespassing.
- [car doors close]

Are you f*cking kidding me right now?

[police radio chatter]

[officer] Devon DeWitt,
you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

- You have a right to an attorney.
- [Devon] If you cannot afford one...

[unsettling music playing]

Hey, Simone.

Mmm, Kiki.

- [exhales]
- Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?

Um...

It's... just hard to explain.

- It all kinda is.
- Hmm.

- I get that.
- Hmm.

It seems like an omission, though,
when you know so much about me.

She just has issues.

She spends all her time
with my alcoholic dad.

Another lost soul washed up
on our island, huh?

[Simone] Hmm.

How old was she when your mom died?

Twelve.

[Michaela breathes deeply]

That's a tough age.

I mean,

my mom was sick, so that was

an explanation,

but a drunk driver k*lling your mother
must have left the two of you in such...

such despair.

Yeah.

[tender music playing]

It's just so...

odd that you chose
not to mention her to me.

She makes me sad, Kiki.

I didn't want to be sad here.

That's all.

Is there anything else
you haven't told me, for whatever reason?

I won't be angry.

You know everything about me.

The Mandolina. Or the Gordita.

- The Eddie-lina? Something-lina.
- [sighs]

Anyway, whatever. It doesn't matter
what the boat was called, okay?

I wasn't breaking into the Cliff House

because I am a guest

at the Cliff House.

Hmm. Not according to Mrs. Kell.

Well, of course she would say that.
You know what else she's doing?

Holding my sister, Simone, there
against her will.

[chuckles softly] I love Simone.

She got me Hamilton tickets.

[woman laughs]

I don't think she's a prisoner.
She seems pretty happy to me.

She's brainwashed!

Do you have any priors, Miss DeWitt?

[breathes deeply]

[pensive music playing]

[relaxing vocalization]

[music fades]

[gasps]

[exhales]

[seagull cawing]

Mr. Kell, I had no idea that you were up.
Missy said that you were sleeping.

No, I couldn't sleep.
I'm all turned around with this jet lag.

Here, let me do that for you.

Please, I got it.

- How are things?
- Things are good.

- Getting ready for the gala.
- Hmm.

Battening down the hatches
and that kind of thing.

Uh-huh. How's the little guy, Tyson?

Well, he's not very little anymore.
He just turned 13.

No. He's a teenager?

Yep. He just got
his purple belt in karate, actually.

Oh boy. Not gonna mess with him.

Can I make you some breakfast?

Or dinner, I guess, at this point?
You were so delayed.

No, thanks.

I'm good with the caffeine and the Times.

Remember when I had teenagers
running around in here, Patrice?

Yeah.

Rory ate so much, I couldn't even keep
the pantry stocked up enough for him.

And Sarah, upstairs,
blasting Taylor Swift at all hours.

It used to drive me crazy back then.

You treasure this time with your boy.

These are the best times of your life.

I will. I do.

[retching]

[exhales, sniffles]

[sighs]

- [woman] So, what's your name?
- I'm Devon.

- [woman] Kevin?
- No, Devon. With a D.

- So, what did you get busted for?
- Trespassing.

Tight! What house?

[inhales deeply]

I don't know. Some mansion on a cliff.

The Cliff House?

- [bucket clangs]
- [clears throat]

You tried to break into
Michaela Kell's house?

- You know her.
- No, I don't.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Kinda seems like you do.
- Mm-mm.

[shushing]

[softly] Careful what you say.
They have spies everywhere.

[camera whirring]

- [softly] Oh. Okay.
- [shushing]

I know the kids.

Rory and Sarah Kell went
to boarding school with me.

Wait. Peter and Michaela have kids?

No.

Not Michaela.

Their mom's Jocelyn Kell, the first wife.

But no one's seen or heard from her
since Michaela showed up.

Like, not a peep.

[inhales deeply]

And you know,
I don't like to spread rumors, Kevin,

but... people think she k*lled her.

[suspenseful music continues]

People think Michaela
k*lled the first wife?

Yes.

[exhales sharply]

Okay, but not like actual m*rder, right?

I mean, not like,
Michaela with a lead pipe in the library.

She pushed her off a cliff.

[gasps]

I'm telling you, she's a monster.

[woman sighs]

Hey, have you, uh,

ever heard anything
about it being a... a cult?

Oh, it's definitely a cult. Yeah, yeah.

But to be fair, I think everything's
a cult because I was in NXIVM briefly.

- [gasps] Shut up.
- I know.

I was supposed to be in the documentary,
but I got adult mono.

Okay.

[curious music playing]

How did you get out of the cult?

[seagulls cawing]

Look who's up.

Hey. How you holding up?

I heard about the bird
kamakaze-ing through the window.

You okay?

Barnaby. His name was Barnaby.

Right.

I'm so sorry, honey.

I came in to comfort you,
but you were already gone.

Jose said that you slept with Simone.

Well, I was upset,
and you were nowhere to be found.

[Peter] I know. But you think
you should be so cuddly with Simone?

- I mean, she's your employee, honey.
- [phones chime]

Can you give us a minute, Patrice?

Yes. Sorry, Mrs. Kell.

- Carl.
- Thanks, Patrice. Appreciate you, Carl.

I sexted you yesterday.

Ah. Did I forget to write you back?

You saw it. It was seen.

Oh, Lewis was talking my ear off
on the whole flight,

and it just felt weird
to be sexting with my wife

while he was droning on
about security futures.

[Michaela] Hmm.

Can I make it up to you?

My morning is blissfully free.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

[footsteps approaching]

Sorry. Um...

Oh, Simone, it's okay. Come on in.

- Good morning, Simone.
- Good morning.

Thank you for working
on a holiday weekend.

Oh, my pleasure. Welcome home.

Oh, I printed you out
the itinerary for today.

- Because I know you like a hard copy.
- All right.

- Rockin' it analog.
- [Simone] Right. [chuckles]

Whoa.

Vanity Fair is today?
I thought we already did that.

No, no. That was the interview.
Today's the photo sh**t with everyone.

Ah. No. I can't do it today. I'm busy.

- You just said you were blissfully free.
- [softly] For fun stuff.

I'll give you two some space.

No. It's okay, Simone. You can stay.

What is it with you recently?

Don't you care
about raptor conservation anymore?

- You know I do.
- [Michaela] Well, we need this PR.

The preserve needs this PR.

We're asking folks to plonk down
$10,000 a plate for this gala,

so you need to be in the photo.

You and me.

You're absolutely right.

I'll be there.

- I got something for you.
- Yeah?

From Magpie.

[Michaela] Aw.

You're the sweetest.
Every time you're in Tokyo, you remember.

Hey.

This is from Magpie Chocolate
on Cat Street in Harajuku?

Mm-hmm. Made a special trip.

- Love you, honey.
- Aw. I love you.

[phone buzzing]

[contemplative music playing]

Hello. This is Simone for Mrs. Kell.

[Simone] Good morning. Good morning.

What's your ETA here?

The ETA for installing an oversized
eyelash window with storm-rated...

Just give me a time.

- Two hours.
- [Simone] Okay.

Uh, small change of plan.

Michaela wants to do Barnaby's funeral
on the beach after the photo sh**t,

so I need you guys to pause here

and, chop-chop, go set that up.

We're in the middle of installing
an oversized eyelash window...

- Right.
- ...with storm-rated glass.

But we need


flower arrangements, candles, a podium.

Kiki's got an oboist coming in. A harp.

- Harp? Excellent.
- Yeah. She wants beachy, carefree.

- No stress but deeply elegant.
- [Jose] Harp on the beach.

- And designed.
- [phone whooshes]

- [phones ding, chime]
- Mm-hmm.

[laughing]

Stop texting about me, Jose.

- I'm not.
- [phone whooshes]

[phone buzzing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh. Um...

Hi. Uh...

Thanks for returning my call.

Um...

Correct.

Mrs. Kell wants the chocolate
from the Tokyo location,

Cat Street in Harajuku.

No. Yeah. Yeah.

She knows that
there's a Magpie Chocolate in SoHo,

but she wants it from Tokyo,
overnighted here.

I don't know why,

but, um, it's what she wants,
so just charge us whatever.

Okay. Arigato.

[gentle music playing]

[music ends]

No, my dad would
literally play volleyball with Keith.

Just bump, set, spike. All smiles.

He even went to some
of the weird scarf meetings,

and everyone thought he was,
like, in NXIVM for real. So silly.

But, yeah, he just played along,
and then one day, boom, I was out.

[intriguing music playing]

So, he just fully integrated himself.

Yeah. For me.

Interesting.

- [officer] DeWitt! Time to go.
- [keys jangling]

- Go where?
- [door unlocking]

- [officer] Unless you'd rather stay.
- No, thank you.

[cell door opens]

- Good luck, Kevin.
- [Devon] See you, Lily-Rose.

I have to do the other side.

Ma'am?

Well, that looks ridiculous.
She looks like sh*t.

[Devon sighs]

Watch your step.

Raise your arms.

[Michaela] Oh, you can
leave her cuffed, Rosie.

- [Rosie] Oh, sure.
- Mm-hmm.

Ow. My God.

How's your dad, honey?

[Rosie] He's in remission now.
Yeah, thanks for asking.

He was so touched by
the edible arrangement you sent.

[Michaela] Oh, well,
he's always in our prayers.

- [Rosie] Thanks.
- You can leave us now. Thank you.

- [Michaela sighs]
- [door closes]

Officer Coffin's a friend of mine.

She called me after she ran your name
in the system and found out

you'd been arrested


Uh, driving under the influence,
resisting arrest.

You threw a Four Loko at a cop
and called him a little b*tch?

- Sounds like me.
- Are you aware of what a big deal this is?

It's your second DUI.

In New York State, that's grounds
for up to four years in jail.

Did you tell Simone about this?

No. No.

I thought that, um, with your mom,
it would be too upsetting for her.

What do you mean?

Well, your mother was k*lled
by a drunk driver.

Oh.

Right.

[chuckles softly]

Can I do something for you,

or did you just come
to read me my rap sheet?

Well, you know,
to be honest with you, Devon,

I was gonna just let you simmer
in here for a day to prove a point,

but I do not want to be the reason
you're extradited home to do hard time.

That's very generous of you.

These are my terms.

You go directly to the ferry
right now and go home.

For real this time.

- Or...
- No.

- Or... Or...
- Mm-mm. No, no, no.

You can accept my apology
for bad behavior.

Very bad behavior.

[inhales deeply]

And give me another chance, as your guest.

Why would I do that?

Because you're merciful.

And we both love Simone.

Simone has made it crystal clear
that she wants you to go.

You don't have a sister, do you?

Sisters say mean sh*t all the time.

I mean, they claw each other's faces off,

but no one knows you like a sister,
and no one loves you better.

Trust me, Simone and I are very close.

Yeah?

If you're so close,
then why didn't she tell me about you?

If you're so close,
why didn't she tell you about me?

Seems like one of us doesn't know Simone
as well as we thought we did.

That'd be you. I know her super well.
I was just being rhetorical.

[Michaela sighs]

You know, Devon,
I'm not the monster that you think I am.

I take care of everything in my orb.

Big and small.

Prey and predator.

I know.

Maybe you can help me.

Let me stay for the weekend.

And take me under your wing.

Please help me.

Like you helped Simone.

Teach me the "hey hey heys."

All right, but you step out of line once

or you interfere with my gala in any way,
and I will put you right back in here.

Understood.

- Or worse.
- I don't doubt it.

[sighs]

Jose is outside.

He will bring you back to the house.

Thank you, Michaela. Really.

And it's "hey hey."

[door closes]

[exhales]

[whimsical music playing]

[panting]

[Eddy] Whoo!

Nice work, boys!

- [megaphone feedback]
- [Simone] Hey, guys.

Hi. Uh, this just in.

Michaela is concerned
about it being too salty down there,

so she wants to move
the funeral to the aviary.

- All those chairs need to come back up.
- But we just--

Thank you so much.

[men groaning]

Okay, here we are.

Please, come in. Make yourself at home.

Mrs. Kell had us buy you
some new clothes, okay?

They're upstairs in the bedroom.

Uh, the ones you arrived in
are gonna be laundered, so.

- Great.
- Yeah.

She would also love for you to change
before being seen on the property.

- Copy that.
- Yeah.

I imagine you're gonna want
to take a little nap, no?

Well, after your night in the slammer.

- Hmm. Ha-ha.
- [inhales sharply]

Hey.

Anything else you need?

Um, yeah, I need my phone back
from Morgan. He works for Ethan.

Certainly. We can reach out to him.

And I'm going to tell Simone that
you are back from the lighthouse tour.

- ¿Sí?
- [clicks tongue]

Thank you, Jose.

Good. Stay out of trouble, neck-licker.

- Hey. [chuckles]
- Bye.

- [Jose] Adiós.
- [chuckles]

[whimsical music playing]

[sighs]

f*ck you, Michaela.

f*ck you, Michaela.

f*ck you, Michaela.

[music fades]

f*ck you, Michaela.

[whimsical music resumes]

[indistinct chatter]

[exhales deeply]

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

You're late. Head over to HMU.

- Uh, who?
- [woman] Hair and makeup.

Oh, I'm not a part of... whatever this is.

I'm just looking for Simone.

She's in VIP.

Upstairs.

[intriguing vocalization]

[scoffs]

[vocalization ends]

[women laughing]

Simone?

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

["From the Start" by Laufey playing]

Simone?

[women laughing]

Simone?

Ahh!

[women in unison] Hi!

Jesus!

- [Simone] Oh my God, Dev.
- [Devon exhales]

- You look gorgeous.
- [Devon] Uh...

[laughing] What the f*ck is on their face?

[Simone] It's an infrared sauna mask.

- You want to try it? It feels amazing.
- It's great for eczema.

I don't have, uh...

What is all this?

Uh, it's glam for the Vanity Fair sh**t.

They're doing a feature
on the Preservation Society.

This is the VIP glam area.

This is Cloe, Lisa, and Astrid.

[women in unison] Hi!

[Devon] Okay. Hi.

[Simone] How was town?

Kiki said you did the lighthouse tour.

Well, you know me and lighthouses.

Actually, can we get back to this?

Could you make this, um,
a... a touch messier?

It just looks a little too planned.

[woman] Of course.

You must be starving.
Don't let us keep you from the buffet.

[Devon] Hmm.

I, uh... I am.

Uh, I can't find it, though. Can you...
Can you show me where it is, Simone?

Do you mind, Kiki?

Mmm, I'll grab you for the meeting.

[Cloe, Lisa, Astrid] Bye, Devon!

[in high-pitch voice] Bye!

[in unison] Cloe, Lisa, and Astrid.

Ah.

[unsettling music playing]

[smooth jazz music playing]

- It's good, right?
- Mmm.

- Very. Listen...
- Try the coffee.

Kiki imports
this Peruvian fair trade coffee.

- [slurps]
- All the proceeds go--

Listen, I have to tell you something.
It's really important.

Okay.

I, um...

I don't really know

where to begin.

You look... Like, you look really pretty.

That's not--

No, the only person who doesn't know
how beautiful you are... is you.

Barf.

Okay. Um...

I just...

Yeah, go ahead.

I wanted to say that, um...

I know what you mean about Michaela.

You know?

And that you look good,
and you seem well here, so,

she's good for you.

And I'm sorry.

Is this a trick, or...

No! Your friends are my friends.

I want to embrace Michaela and Ethan,

and all of us are gonna have
a great weekend together.

Okay.

This is quite a change of heart.

She's a very generous woman,

and I'm very grateful
that she invited me to stay.

I'm so sorry.
I need to steal her for a sec.

Uh, wait, hold on. [sighs]

[man humming]

You're wearing normal clothes.
Do you work for Vanity Fair?

[sighs] I do contract work occasionally.
You think this is cream cheese?

I don't know. Um, are you a reporter?

Photographer. Why?

Okay, if I wanted to, like,
blow the whistle on someone, like...

- How do you mean?
- Uh...

Well, I have a story.

[softly] But it's, uh...

it's cult activity and potential m*rder.

Pass.

Why?

These are bad people. Do you not care?

Of course they're bad people.
Look at their house.

Does it honestly not bother you
to work for people like this?

Ah, well, my kid needs braces,
and my wife wants a farmhouse kitchen.

Well, you're missing out on
the story of a lifetime.

Lifetime.

[guitar strumming]

What are you wearing?

No, the stylist pulled an outfit for you.

- [Peter] I haven't changed yet, my love.
- [Michaela] But the photographer's here.

Can we do this fast?

This might be best discussed
with just you and Mr. Kell.

- [Michaela] Why?
- [Peter sighs]

Miss DeWitt, would you give us
a moment, please?

I would love a flat white,
if you don't mind grabbing me one.

Are you okay, Simone?

[Peter] Hey, can you grab me a scone too?

Uh-- Yeah, sure.

Uh, one... flat white
and a scone coming right up.

- Don't use whole milk. He'll bloat.
- Okay.

Are you wearing Crocs?

I repeat. I haven't changed yet.

[Michaela] All right, can we do this?
What's up, Jose?

Well, since last night's security breach,

I was reviewing our surveillance feeds,

and I found something
I thought you might want to see.

[monitor chimes]

This is at 12:23 a.m. two nights ago.

She's taking a walk.

Mmm, fine, but why deactivate the camera?

Clearly she doesn't know
I have another angle.

She returns at 5:16 a.m.
and reactivates the camera.

[camera beeps]

Well, maybe she fell asleep on the beach.

[Jose] Turns out it's a bit of a pattern.

There she is the night before,

deactivating at midnight,

reactivating at dawn.

She did the same thing
four times last week.

Three times the week before.

Uh, I don't understand.
Where would she be sneaking off to?

The only thing out there is ocean.

And Ethan's house.

- Why would she go to Ethan's house?
- Peter.

No. He wouldn't do that, would he?

Oh, yes, he would.

She's just his type,


Why do you have such gross friends?

- [Peter] He's your friend too.
- [breathing heavily]

[Michaela] I can't believe it.
She's been lying to my face about this

and sneaking around with that dog.

- [Peter] Maybe they're in love.
- What?

I mean, she's smarter than the models

that he chews up
and spits out every summer.

She's sweeter too.

Why aren't you mad?

Be mad.

I'm very mad.

She works here.
It's very poor judgment on his part.

I'm just trying to,
you know, understand his POV.

Fine. I'll handle it.

- What are you going to do?
- I am going to handle it.

[foreboding music playing]

Hey, I'm Devon. I don't think we've met.

Patrice. Hello.

Hi. Nice to meet you, Patrice.
Have you seen, uh, Simone anywhere?

No, I haven't.

Okay.

[Simone breathing heavily]

Simone? Are you back here?

[sobbing]

[Michaela] Simone?

Simone?

[Michaela] Patrice, where's Simone?

[Patrice] I haven't seen her, Mrs. Kell.

[music intensifies]

[music ends]

[indistinct chatter]

[pensive music playing]

Hey, guys.

[in unison] Hello, Devon.

Let me ask you guys something. Um...

What is all this?

You guys are in a...
like, in a group with Michaela?

We're the Folger Glen
Wildlife Preservation Society.

- Our work is deeply meaningful.
- [Cloe] Mmm.

I'm Astrid.

Yeah.

Um, and what do you guys preserve?

It's, like, birds?

[Cloe] Mostly raptors.

Kiki took what was a tiny gardening club

and transformed us
into a fundraising juggernaut.

What she and Peter are doing here
is very special.

[in unison] Very special.
It's very meaningful.

[Astrid] Mmm.

Okay.

[pensive music playing]

Hey, Missy.

Uh, have you seen Simone?

No hablo inglés.

No, no, it's Devon. We met yesterday.

- Oh. Look at you all pinkity-dinkity.
- Yeah.

No, I haven't seen Simone.

- You want a cranberry spritzer?
- I'm sober.

This side's virgin.
It's basically Kool-Aid.

Yeah, I'm not gonna drink the Kool-Aid.
Thanks, though.

[music ends]

[mumbling]

[smooth jazz music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Ethan] All set?

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Oh. Eh...

Hey, Mic, look at you! Whoo!

You look fine.

♪ Oh, Mickey, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind ♪

♪ Hey, Mickey! ♪

[laughs]

Uh, I just said some really nice things
about you to that Vanity Fair guy.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Where's Pete? Getting dressed?
- Yes.

Peter's getting dressed.

Okay.

You okay, Mickeroo?

I'm great.

How are you? Having a nice summer?

- Uh... Yeah, super great summer.
- Mmm.

- Yeah, I learned to windsurf.
- Oh.

[exhales] Pretty awesome.

Yep. Hate for it to end.

Oh, everything ends.

- Okay.
- [both laughing]

A little "glass half empty" over here.
Let me get you a drink, my friend.

[unsettling music playing]

[Devon] Simone?

[suspenseful music playing]

[sniffing]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[Devon exhales deeply]

Smells good up here.

[exhales smoke]

[inhales deeply]

I didn't think smoking was allowed.

For me, the rules are different.

- Peter.
- Peter Kell?

Oh, sh*t. You're the big cheese.

Do you promise to exclusively call me
Big Cheese from here on?

[chuckles]

Whatever floats your boat, Big Cheese.

I'm Devon.

I know.

You made quite a ruckus
last night when you arrived.

First the bird, and then you.

Sorry about that.

I was just trying to see my sister.

Next time,
you might find the doorbell easier.

[laughs]

We really love Simone, by the way.

[sighs] She's been great for Michaela.

She's really helped her.

Uh, what... what do you mean, helped her?

Well, my wife's been through a lot.

Uh-huh.

What happened to her?

No, no, I just mean that your sister

is a great assistant.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

Quite the house you guys got here.

Plenty of room for kids, huh?

You got any kids, Big Cheese?

Like with a...
like an earlier first marriage, or...

[sighs]

Sorry, I don't mean to pry.

No, no, no, not at all.

Yeah, I have... I have two kids
from a previous marriage,

but they're adults now.

Cool, cool.

Where is she, though? Your ex?

Oh, she's not really around.

Ah.

That's too bad.

She's alive, though, right?

[suspenseful music playing]

Why are you asking me all these questions?

I don't know. [chuckles]

Just chatting you up, Big Cheese.

[laughs]

Feeling chatty. [exhales]

Kind of snacky too.

Nah, you finish it.

[dramatic music playing]

[photographer] All right, everybody,
look over here.

[camera shutter clicking]

[shutter clicking]

[photographer] Stunning.

You look great, everybody.

Simone, are you down here?

I'm always looking for this b*tch.

Simone?

[Patrice] Can I help you?

Oh, hey. Uh...

Hey, buddy. Um...

Have you seen, um, Michaela's assistant?

Uh, I think her name is, uh, Simone?

- [Simone exhales sharply]
- [Patrice] Nope.

[Ethan] Okay, thanks.

[music intensifies]

[knocking on door]

[suspenseful music playing]

- Damn it, Simone.
- [drawer closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[Devon] Hey, Morgan! Morgan!

[exhales sharply]

[groaning]

Morgan!

- Hey.
- Hey.

I, uh, brought your phone.

Whoa. What happened to you?

- [sighs] I know, I'm hideous.
- I charged it for you.

[sighs] You're a saint.

You sure get a lot of calls from Raymond,
whoever that is.

- Who is he?
- Uh...

- Uh, my boss.
- Oh.

It was, uh, really nice
hanging out with you last night.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[chuckles]

So what's with the Stepford wife dress?
Can't beat 'em, join 'em?

No, I'm, uh...

- [whispering] I'm undercover.
- Oh.

Should I be whispering?

This b*tch kills people.

So I'm pretending to drink the Kool-Aid
so I can bust my sister out of here.

Oh.

Does that mean you're gonna be, uh,
sticking around for a few days?

- [phone ringing]
- Oh sh*t. I really should take this.

Sure. Sure.

- Would you want to grab dinner later?
- It's my boss.

[phone chimes]

Hey, f*ck.

[harp and oboe playing]

[Joel sobbing]

Jose, where is Simone?

- She has the eulogy on her phone.
- Uh...

Go find her.

Please and thank you, Jose.

My pleasure, Peter.

[exhales deeply]

[Michaela] Thank you for
being here tonight to remember Barnaby.

[Devon's dad] It tastes like cardboard.

- [Ray] My falafels are fantastic.
- Falafel garbage.

[Ray] Devon. Devon.

- Are you even listening to me?
- [Devon] Yeah.

Where the hell did everybody go?

- [Ray] Devon.
- Sorry. Uh, say it... say it again.

No f*cking way!

[sighs] It's just for the weekend, Ray.
I'm gonna be back Tuesday. I promise.

- No, I'm not--
- This as*h*le bought light beer.

[Ray] I'm not taking care of
your dad until Tuesday.

- Light beer!
- I've got a life!

No, he...

- [Ray] No!
- [Devon's dad] Light beer!

Uh, he's... he's fine during the day.

You just have to do mornings and evenings.

[Ray] No!

No, Devon.
I refuse to take care of your grumpy dad

while you play dress-up
on paradise island, okay?

And do not say you're gonna call Allie,

because I refuse to believe
that you'd destroy my life like that.

You're not that crazy.

- Oh, you don't know crazy.
- [Ray] I do know crazy.

It's staring at me right now.
Bruce, you put that down.

- [Bruce] No.
- [Devon] Uh--

Your dad's threatening me
with the poker thing from the fireplace.

Okay, no, he's just confused who you are.
Daddy, that's Ray. Remember Ray?

[Ray] Come on, man. You know me. Ray.

- I was prom king, man. You remember that.
- [groans] sh*t.

- [phone chimes]
- [groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Michaela]
If something seized my life tonight

If a sudden wind swept through me
Changing everything

I would not resist

I am ready for whatever comes

But I think it will be something small

An animal padding out from the shadows

Or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside

It is dark out here, and cold

The moon is stone

I am alone with my longing

Nothing is happening

But the next breath

[guests murmuring]

[exhales shakily]

Hey hey.

[guests] Hey hey.

[harp and oboe playing]

You okay?

[speaking indistinctly]

[Michaela] Thank you so much for coming.

It was just so sudden.

Beautiful service, Mickeroo.

- Really.
- Thank you.

So lovely that you spoke from the heart.

It was really lovely, honey.

Stirred up so much emotion in me.

Need to walk it off.

Ethan,

would you go with me to the cliff?

Yeah. It would be my honor, Mickeroo.

- Can I bring my cookie?
- Of course.

[pensive music playing]

[inaudible]

[music intensifies]

- [twigs snapping]
- [gasps]

Jesus. [sighs]

Oh Christ, Jose,
you have to stop doing that to me.

Come with me. Right now.

Come. Come on.

[somber music playing]

[Simone hyperventilating]

- What happened?
- I found her like this.

- Do you want me to call an ambulance?
- No, it's okay. I got it. Thank you.

Simone.

Simone, it's me. I'm right here.

- [sobbing]
- It's okay.

Shh. You're okay.

Come here. It's okay.

I got you. You're okay.

[sobbing continues]

[Devon shushing]

[somber music continues]

[music ends]

[curious music playing]

[closing theme music playing]

[music ends]