01x08 - Too Rich for Her Blood

[bunniefuu]

Beautiful.

It's late.

It's great.

It's late.

I'm sorry.
Is this like a post-partum thing?

I want to comfort you,
but I read I'm supposed to respect...

- Comfort me.
- Okay, you wrote a great article.

You wrote it while pregnant.

And now,
we've got a new girl to obsess over.

Right?

Right.

The fake heiress allegedly scammed her way

through thousands of dollars
in gourmet meals,

luxury hotel rooms
and private jet flights.

Sources say
she also conned Manhattans' glitterati

leaving egg on the faces
of society's biggest players

from the art world, real estate,
fashion and Wall Street.

Hey, guys.

Okay, you discussed her at brunch,
you put her outfits on your Pinterest.

Those Celine glasses…

Anyway, today we are dream-casting
the Anna Delvey story.

Okay, I am obsessed with this story
and can I just…

Okay, the "futurist boyfriend"?

Michael Cera, am I right?

Michael Cera? What the f*ck?

I'll tell you this much,
she wouldn't fool me, or my friends.

And why is that?

Easy. The hair.

The girl needs to invest in
a deep conditioner.

That's my girl.

That's my girl! That's my girl!

That's my girl!

Sorokin!

I love your eyeshadow.

No.

You can go in.

The rest of y'all, sit down.

I am famous.

Oh.

Wow.

Hmm.

Okay, so…

You want compliments?

No, I just…

No, you did a good job, it's just… It's…

What?

I guess I thought you were,

like, a real journalist.

I put hundreds of hours into this article.

Months of interviews,
research, fact-checking.

If the people around me
had done their jobs,

the loans would have been approved,

my trust would have come through
and I'd be sitting on Park Avenue

instead of here with you.

That's a fact.

I'm a serious person and you make
me sound like I made everything up.

Like I'm some liar.

That's because you lied.

There's no trust fund. There never was.

Your dad's not some solar magnate.

KNS Trucking and Cooling,
that's your dad's business.

Legal did research for the article.

We confirmed it.

There's no inheritance.
No fortune, no art collection, nothing.

Trucking and Cooling,
is that what he's calling it these days?

Anna, let it go.

Look around you.

You have to stop pretending.

Whatever kind of
"journalist" you are,

you do understand that
my Russian exile father

might have secrets to hide?

You even made up the name.

Yeah, I told you,
Delvey is my mother's maiden name.

I wanted to make it on my own merit.

Not on my father's coattails.

Okay, fine.

If you were so sure that the money
was coming and you were going to succeed,

then what about what you did in LA?

I don't know
what you're referring to.

- At the Chateau Marmont when you...
- When I what?

Hmm?

That's time.

Hundreds of hours, months of research,

and you still don't know
the first thing about me.

You lost weight though.

Hey, you had the baby.

Congrats.

Where to?

Chateau Marmont.

Ah, the castle on Sunset.

Where Jean Harlow fled her honeymoon
to canoodle with Clark Gable.

Where James Dean jumped out
a window to land a role.

Where John Belushi f...

Oh, ma'am. It won't cost this much
to get to West Hollywood.

That's not to drive, that's to shut up.

Can you believe it?

It's been what, two months now
and the news alert's still blowing up.

"Does Anna Delvey herald
the end of the influencer?"

"Anna Delvey is peak millennial culture."

"Anna Delvey proved the flaws
in the US immigration system"?

- They never end.
- Mmm.

Viv.

Sorry, just…

Anna Delvey is not a take,
she's not a meme…

I just feel like
everyone missed the real story.

What was the real story?

Something about class, social mobility…

Identity under capitalism. I don't know.

Maybe it's on me. I think maybe…

I never found the real story.

Viv,
you set the Internet on fire.

Whatever story you found, it worked.

And then she left Central Saint Martins
and got an internship at Purple,

which is a disgusting French magazine
you're not allowed to read.

What?

It's a meme.

"The end of the Soviet Union
meant the end of a way of life.

For Russians high and low,

this was both a catastrophe
and an opportunity.

An opportunity to invent new lives."

In addition to a full kitchen,

the penthouse features
a formal dining room.

Perfect for entertaining.

Now the rugs are from a...

Oh, what's this?

Huh?

I hope everything is to your satisfaction.

Almost.

I'll need a good bottle of rosé.

Oh.

- Tell me you saw this.
- Saw what?

Uh, Anna's Instagram, palm trees.
Those roof tiles.

That's the Chateau Marmont.

The what?

The Chateau Marmont. The hotel. The hotel.

Okay, so it's a hotel. I don't understand.

Anna's in LA, staying at the Chateau.
You can arrest her.

- Who? Me?
- I don't know, the police?

Much as I'd love to,

I can't deputize the LAPD
to comb Los Angeles for your friend.

But the judge
gave a bench warrant.

As valuable as the paper it's printed on.

You know how many outstanding
arrest warrants there are? Ten.

Million.

So, what? We just let her get away.

You said I had a case.

You said "broad pattern of theft."
You won't to do your job?

You know what's on my docket right now?
Ten murders.

A terrorism case. That's my job.

Your vacation money
isn't my highest priority.

Hey, between us,

it looks like she ripped off bankers too.

We are keeping that quiet

because it stands to embarrass
a lot of powerful people.

But the DA is talking
about impaneling a grand jury,

see how far we can take this.

So you are not alone.
You are not forgotten.

The best thing you can do, wait.

Wait for the grand jury.

Thanks for meeting.

Thank you for coming in
on your maternity leave.

Congratulations, by the way.

Thanks.

Return of the conquering hero.
Have you looked at ChartBeat?

Anna Delvey was our
best performing piece in five years.

Socials through the roof.

Phones ringing,
the publishers, advertisers.

"What's next for Vivian?
What's next for Vivian?"

They're asking for your take
on Elizabeth Holmes.

Or Tr*mp. White-House-as-12-George.

Of course, we told all of them that
you're out of commission for a while.

Well, actually that's why
I wanted to meet.

I know what I want to do next.

Go on.

Swing for the fences.

I'll go now. I love you. Bye.

- You're going where?
- Jack!

Sorry, you're going where?

Germany.

Why?

Because what if she's not fake?

What if she's not a fake heiress?

What if she's been telling the truth.

The money she had in New York.
Where was that from?

The rumors that she's laundering money.

All the suspicious answers
that I got from her parents.

- Slow down.
- This could be bigger than Anna.

It could be bigger
than anyone knows and I…

I know the timing is bad.

I hate when I'm not in
the same room as her.

I can't imagine being on
a different continent,

but everything's arranged.

The magazine bought my ticket, hotel. I…

Even hired a translator.

And it's only for a week.

It's my responsibility as a journalist.

It's just… as a journalist,

shouldn't you be keeping
some distance from your subjects?

That girl is a sociopath.

She fooled all those people
into thinking she had money,

and now, what if she's fooling you?

It's not so simple. She's not a sociopath.

How do you know that?

Because of what happened
at the Chateau Marmont.

There is more to the story
than you or I or anyone knows.

But I opened this Pandora's box
and now I have to close it.

Sorry, I don't know German.
I'm meeting my Dad here.

Open please.

It's locked. I don't know the combination.

I'm supposed to bring this
straight to my dad.

Hey! Stop!

Hey, hey, hey.

For your trouble.

Come with us.

Where are we going?

To your father.

Guten tag.

- Mira, your translator.
- Ah.

Sorry, I think I scared you.

Thank you. No, no.
Sorry, I was just daydreaming.

Imagining Anna leaving Russia
and arriving here by herself.

I know, I keep trying to imagine
what she must have been like as a girl.

You too?

Okay, I promised myself
I wouldn't fangirl too hard,

but I freaking loved your article.

That's so nice.

Everyone did. Everyone in Germany
was, like, "We made that?"

And I'm in journalism school, right,
and everyone emailing each other,

like, this is how
you report a narrative feature.

Thank you,
that's really satisfying to hear.

So, um,
when my professor saw that

your magazine
was looking for a translator…

- Yeah.
- Competition was fierce. Hmm.

Bribes may or may not have been paid.

Okay. Great.

You're awake.

Who are you?

We'll get to that.
First, can you tell me who you are?

- Anna.
- What day of the week is it?

I never know what day of the week it is.

Do you know where you are?

It looks like a f*cking hospital.

Hmm, well done.

I'm the attending psychiatrist,
Andrew Millikan.

You're at Cedar Sinai Hospital
in Los Angeles.

Do you know why you are here, Anna?

You were found unconscious
next to an empty bottle of Xanax.

You're being so dramatic.

I was stressed and I wanted to sleep.

We resuscitated you.
Had you on a respirator.

You're very lucky, you know.

Okay. Thanks. I'm going to go now.

I still need to
conduct a full evaluation,

and you're on a 5150 psychiatric hold.

It means you're here for 72 hours
or until we can determine next steps.

Ugh, what will you do if I leave?

k*ll me?

I'll issue a Code Gold.

Physical therapists
will come and restrain you.

I'm not afraid of physical therapists.

And I'll have to notify law enforcement.

So, let's begin.

So this guy, that's Vadim,

Anna's father, who claims to be
just an ordinary engineer

who struggled to feed his family
after the Soviet Union fell.

Eventually emigrated to Eschweiler,

the town we're headed to right now.

He says he runs
a trucking and cooling business.

- I'm not sure I'm buying it.
- Why not?

Anna didn't exactly live modestly
once she left Eschweiler.

Internships in Berlin and Paris.

Enrolled at Central St. Martins
and left after a week.

Could a trucker afford to
bankroll all that?

Also…

- Does this look like a trucker's house?
- Oh, wow.

So where do you think the money came from?

Oh, sorry…

Oh. Uh…

New parent problems.

Anyway,

the money, I'm not sure…

…but I think it helps to think
about recent Russian history.

So, the Soviet Union falls,

suddenly all the state-owned mines,
factories,

the whole country's up for grabs.

The men who grab it
become unbelievably powerful.

Eschweiler!

But eventually
Russians get tired of these gangsters

and they elect a new president,
Vladimir Putin,

who starts cracking down on them.

So the oligarchs
start stashing their money abroad.

Hiding it in small European cities,
behind boring front businesses,

like trucking and cooling.

And the height of that mad money rush?

2006. The same year
Anna arrives in Germany.

Anyeshka!

You're really here!

What happened?

Never mind.

Kellner!

A bottle… 1996 Château Petrus.

Dad, what's going on?

What's going on?

We're celebrating our new life together.

In Russia you never drank wine.

We never had anything nice.

Once a year, on your birthday,
you had a Diet Coke.

You want a Diet Coke?

We never ate in restaurants.

You'll like it.

I promise.

Sir, our bar manager insisted…

He wanted to ensure you were aware
that bottle, that's 3,000 euro.

That's very considerate.

I'll take it. Thanks.

And we'll take a Diet Coke too.

I want you to remember this waiter.

How he insulted us.
Because we are foreign.

People here assume
we are poor, desperate, dirty.

But, Anka, I have friends now.

Powerful friends.

We aren't poor anymore.

I like my wine sweet.

You have to overwhelm these people
with your superiority.

Uh, so Anna was smuggling money
for her father?

I mean, maybe…

I know it's far-fetched,

but there are crazier rumors
about her out there.

That's the thing about Anna.

For every three crazy things
you hear about her,

one usually turns out to be true.

Anyway.

Let's visit the Sorokin villa.

Find out what's crazy and not.

Why did you
leave New York, anyway?

I like LA in the fall.

Did you tell anyone you'd be here?
Friends? Family?

Do I have to tell everyone everything?

Okay.

How about this?

Is there anyone
I might be able to talk to?

Anyone back in Germany?

- Why would you want to talk to them?
- It could help you get out of here.

My job is to determine
whether you're safe to send home...

If I really wanted to k*ll myself,
I would have succeeded.

My family and I aren't exactly close.

That's a red flag for people like me.

Not like that.

That whole life back in Germany,
that's just behind me now.

It's just… gone.

In journalism,
a light touch is everything.

Even when you're banging
on someone's door uninvited.

Especially then.

Get all of your prettiest,
most polite German words ready.

So basically my least German German.

Exactly.

I… I think…

The… villa should be coming up.

Right here.

What the f*ck.

Maybe we got the address wrong?

That looks like…

Is that…

Vadim!

Leave me alone!

Vadim!
Please, I need to talk to you!

So, I checked the photo again
and that empty lot,

that's definitely where it used to be.

The villa Anna grew up in.
And now it's just gone.

Disappeared.

How does a mansion like that
just disappear?

Yeah. I'm thinking, from the look of him,

he wasn't as well-connected as I thought.

Maybe he was less oligarch, more mobster.

Maybe storing contraband in there.

g*ns, dr*gs…

Yes.

German police started circling,
he had to burn it down.

- Or insurance fraud.
- Or a rival made a hit!

Or…

Look at me. I was a New York sophisticate.

I was the jaded, irony-poisoned literati.

Now I'm chasing Russian men down alleyways
and doing the full Claire Danes.

- I'm going down with you.
- Mmm.

Did you come to LA
because you're running from something?

- Running from what?
- I'm looking at the evidence.

You came on a one-way ticket,
without telling anyone, paying in cash...

That's not evidence of anything.

Have you ever read Dostoyevsky?

Sure.
I mean, not since college.

Hmm.

My father loved Dostoyevsky.

Crime and Punishment
was his favorite novel.

Insisted I read it.

And there is this one character,
Svidrigailov,

one day, out of nowhere,

Svidrigailov says he's going to
make his fortune in America.

He says goodbye to all of his friends.

"Goodbye! I'm going to America."

- You know what he does then?
- Tell me.

He sh**t himself.

In the head.

Well…

At least we're talking now.

Well, welcome to small town Germany.

Let's get started.

See who knew Anna
when she was just the fräulein next door.

He says
he knows the Sorokins.

Apparently Vadim tried to
sell him a freezer.

But he never trusted them.

What? What did he say?

He said Russians and Turks don't want to
fit into real German society.

He said that to you?

Yeah, welcome to small town Germany.

Hey.

- Hey, your sausage sucks.
- Ah…

Yes, I read your article.
I couldn't believe it. Our Anna?

What was she like?

That's just the thing. She was normal.

A little shy maybe.

Shy? Anna?

That's hard to imagine.

A little awkward.

Head in the clouds.

But maybe that was just her German,

it wasn't perfect yet.

I'm sorry, I have to get to class,
but good luck.

Can't wait to read more
about our little celebrity.

- Wow, this place, it looks like...
- Please don't say Hogwarts.

Sorry. That was rude. It just slipped out.

How did you know
I was going to say Hogwarts?

Americans think all these old places
look like Hogwarts.

Fine, you got me.

But look at it.
I wish I'd gone to a place like this.

Hmm.

What?

Just say it.

- I did go to a place like this.
- Ah.

I hate places like this.

I mean, all these old tiles
and family crests and Latin mottos.

They say this place is German.

And for Germans.

And if you're not German,
you're not welcome here.

So…

If you're from Turkey or from Russia,
especially if your dad is some low-life…

Maybe the cafeteria
will add borscht to the menu.

I mean, can you blame her
for being shy in a place like this?

Maybe…

I don't know. It just doesn't
sound like Anna to me.

You were 15.

Your father asked you to
leave everything you knew.

Your home, your friends, your language.

- Do you resent him for that?
- No.

I believed in the bright future
he promised me.

And when you got to Germany?

No, it's hard for immigrants anywhere.

People were cruel.

- Did you resent him then?
- No,

because I remember what he taught me.

To not let anyone define you by your past.

To show them
the bright future you're building.

I resented that he forgot.

What do you mean?

When we lost the house.

When people said
they wouldn't do business with Russians.

When the bright future didn't show up and…

Go on.

And he started to drink.

The big, strong father I knew
became small and… And weak, and…

And angry and…

Violent?

What would you do

if he got violent?

I read magazines.

I hid in my room with

Vogue, Vogue Deutsch,
Vanity Fair, Harper's Bazaar.

I wanted to learn everything.

So I could be anything.

Because…

I still believed in that bright future.

And I was going to do whatever it took
to get me away from Eschweiler.

Away from the girls at school.

Away from

my father.

What's that for?

Anna, you're crying.

Ask him if he knows
what happened to the villa.

Uh…

He says
that the industrial park

that used to be a chemical plant

that burnt down in the '80s,

I guess the Health Department discovered
the house was contaminated

so Vadim had to demolish it.

Anna lived in a contaminated villa?

So, Vadim was really selling
refrigerators.

The villa was condemned.

He got it because no one else wanted it,

and Anna was just some awkward schoolgirl.

I'm sorry, did I hear you say Anna?

Sorry to interrupt, but you're American?

Were you talking about Anna Sorokina?

Did you know her?

I wish I hadn't.

That bitch made my life hell
in high school.

A teacher told us she was shy.

What do teachers know?

She was a bit quiet
when she first moved here.

And her German was bad,
but then she got obsessed with clothes.

Started dressing better than anyone.
Became like the fashion police.

Okay. That's our Anna.

You're all still wearing that?

Prost!

Oh.

She'd be so mean
if she didn't like your outfit,

which in my case was every day.

- And everyone would just laugh.
- Seriously, Clara? You were the worst.

- You wanted her to like you so bad.
- I did not!

She had a power over people.
Especially when we knew about her dad.

What about her dad?

People said he was, like,
this gangster or something.

And that he b*at up someone's parents.

- People were scared of him.
- Scared of Anna too.

Yeah.

- Mmm.
- Oh, yeah.

- Um…
- Mmm.

See?

There's something here,
something big, right?

- Right?
- Maybe, yeah.

Maybe?

We've talked to
half the people in this town.

And what have we got? Gossip, rumors…

You're right. I'm sorry.

There's only one interview
that really matters. Vadim.

But Vadim won't talk to us.

We'll make him.

So when you left Germany,
you were running from something.

I was running to something.
That beautiful world in the magazines.

That world doesn't exist.

Except it does.

In London, Berlin, Paris, New York.

With their nights, parties.

I'd be two glasses of champagne in

and I'd look at the beautiful people
around me and think,

"I made it. I'm here."

"In the center of the world."

And then an ugly person shows up,

or someone tells a boring story,

or some bad music comes on

and then you're nowhere again.

So,

you have a third glass, a fourth…

You take a few pills and…

You wonder where the better party is.

Maybe it's in LA.

Maybe, maybe it's
at the Chateau Marmont.

And then you wake up here.

The best party of all.

Vadim?

I know this is aggressive…

No reporters!

I'm not just some reporter.
I broke the story. I know your daughter.

She's all alone in a cell at Rikers.

And I don't know what else you are,
oligarch, gangster,

but I know you're her father,
and you should be helping her.

And I can help you help her
if you'll just talk to me.

Mira, can you?

Um…

She's really a nice person,
she's just a little stressed right now.

Also she just gave birth?
I don't really know if that's relevant.

But she just wants to
ask you a few questions

about your daughter and…

I promise then we'll leave you alone.

Fine.

We talk.

Uh, he says
he can't explain what Anna did.

He can't understand it himself.

She always wanted more.

She was always looking at magazines,
wanting the best shoes, clothes.

Lots of girls look at magazines.

Most don't commit wire fraud.

She got reckless.

In Moscow they say,

"Why save money for a rainy day
when instead you can buy Manolo Blahniks?"

"God wouldn't rain
on a girl in shoes like that."

Vadim…

What I'm about to say is sensitive. But…

A lot of people seem to be
under the impression that

you've got money hidden somewhere.

Your own daughter included.

I don't know what's true or not, but…

There are a lot of rumors
flying around this town.

A lot of people here think
you're some kind of, um, oligarch.

Or money-laundering front.

Or a…

Gangster.

All he's done is try to
provide for his family.

Can we meet your family?

And can we come see your house?

You have family?

Don't you have family, children,

people you love, would you want this for...

To be honest, the worst thing
is that I'm acting exactly like him.

Drinking to avoid my problems.

It's like trying to escape him somehow
and ended up becoming him.

Um…

What's the next question?

Actually, that's… it.

- That's it?
- I'm signing off on your release.

I think what happened
was an honest accident,

and I don't think you're at risk
of further self-harm.

But

I am recommending you consider time
at a drug and alcohol treatment facility.

Rehab?

I know, there's a certain stigma
attached to that word,

but what we did here today,
that was just a start.

One good conversation
isn't going to change your life, Anna.

The kind of change you need,

deliberate, purposeful,
for yourself and no one else.

That takes work.

It's…

Rehab, I just…

It just sounds so trashy.

You'd be surprised.

Especially in this city.

I mean, the LA area has some of
the world's most comfortable facilities.

Group session is at 6:00,

so until then feel free to explore
the grounds and make yourself at home.

Oh, uh, for privacy reasons,
we actually don't allow photos.

Oh! Okay, I guess one won't hurt.

Oh, and there's just one more thing.

Um, I don't think we have
a payment method on file for you yet.

Do you take wire transfers?

Can you believe this?

Ooh! Dope pool.

She said I should visit her in LA,
like we're still friends.

Like she didn't steal 60 grand from me.

- Ain't the cops on that?
- Cops are useless.

I can't believe she is out there by a pool

while I am here dodging calls
from my credit card company.

I heard, if you legally change your name,
they can't make you pay that.

What? Chill! Just trying to help.

Easy for you to chill, she paid you back.

And how are you so calm right now?

I'm just not letting Anna take
anything more from me.

No more of my time,
no more of my attention.

I wish I had your Zen,
you're not angry at all.

Here's the thing about anger.

When you're angry, you're just a character
in someone else's story.

But when you let your anger go,
you reclaim your own story.

Become your own protagonist again.

Mmm.

I mean, f*ck. Did you see that?

It looked like
he was going to tear my head off.

I think he was just embarrassed.

A man that defensive
must have a lot to hide.

His family
was being harassed by reporters.

- I don't think you should...
- Can you imagine him as a father?

I'm thinking I've been getting this wrong.

What if Anna didn't become who she is

because of her father,
but in spite of him.

What if he pimped her out?

It would explain a lot,
why she never talks about her past.

How weird she gets about sex.

Her fixation on older men.

Oz, Danny Rose, Alan Reed!

Vivian, I think what we just saw
was a man under a lot of stress.

A tired man living a hard life.

You don't know Anna like I do.

A boring life doesn't produce Anna.

I'll find you later.

Vivian.

New York is so washed.

These days all the top art school grads
head straight from Yale to LA.

So, yeah.

That's why I'm thinking of
setting up my foundation out here.

Um… Okay.

So anyway, we were discussing…

…radical self-compassion.

Oh, excuse me.

Rachel,
you finally called me, bitch.

I miss you.

You know what? I miss you too.

Well, yeah, you'd better.

So, I'm actually in LA for
the Vanity Fair New Establishment Summit,

and, Anna,

I know things have been tense

between us lately,

but I know you're a good person

- and that you always mean well.
- Aw.

I was hoping we could meet for lunch?

Let bygones be bygones. Start fresh?

Oh, my God. Yes, please.

I'm actually at this place in Malibu.

If I text you the address
could you come pick me up?

Of course. I can be there in a bit.

Okay. Bye.
I'll see you.

- I'm sorry. I'm lost.
- Mama. Papa.

- I'm going.
- Papa.

You're the one
who wrote about our daughter?

I guess you'd better come in.

Using your daily affirmations
is a reminder of your own value.

You should see some results
in the long term.

Uh, I've got to go. I've got a lunch.

- Uh...
- Oh, is Spago still a thing?

Anna, you can't just leave. This is rehab.

It's not like it's prison.

Wh...

Rachel, where are you?

Just come out of the gate.

- I'm just round the corner.
- Oh.

Anna Sorokina?

What the f*ck?
I'm supposed to meet my friend.

Rachel? Rachel!

Rachel!

There's a warrant out
for your arrest in New York.

Well… What? I…

I'll just take him upstairs.

Beer?

Oh, sure.

He says he's sorry
for yelling at you in the restaurant.

There has been a lot of stress
with all of you around.

All of who?

You think you're the only one?

Every day. Email, phone call,
knocking at door.

Anna Delvey. Delvey!

I've never heard that name.

So she just made the name up?

Where do you think she got it from?

No. We are not doing that.

No journalism.

Hey, this isn't all on me.

If I hadn't written about her,
someone else would have.

She's your daughter.
She did bad things and now she's famous.

What do we have to do with that?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Look, I'm sorry for trespassing. But…

It's just I heard all these rumors.

Rumors, yeah. Always rumors.

Since we move here,
always "scary Russians."

Yes, she sells heroin in refrigerator.

They have got Soviet gold
buried in back yard.

Who knows? Maybe I've got
Rasputin's penis in cupboard somewhere.

And now, daughter is criminal mastermind.

Except that one's true.

And she had to learn it somewhere, right?

I'm just trying to figure out where.

Please.

You are a mother?

Couple of months now.

It's easier to imagine her father,
to imagine me, as monsters.

It is better to believe
monsters make monsters.

Because children, we think we make them.

We think we shape them
and we create who they become.

Because we do for them,
and we love them, and we guide them.

But no.

We do not make them.

Children do not come "from."
They come "through."

So she was always like this.

Do you know, sometimes,

you have a child like my Ivan
and their soul is your soul.

And sometimes you have a child that…

She's a stranger under your roof.

Anna was a stranger. Her whole life.

A cold stranger.

But…

Do you know she tried to k*ll herself?

In California?

Why would someone like that

who cares about no one,
someone so confident,

someone so free of self-doubt,
try something like that?

I thought I might find a clue here.

Something dark in her past.
I got obsessed.

You care about her.

She's good
at making people care about her.

But if we've learned to let go,
so can you.

Mmm.

You just let her go?

Your own daughter?

No.

She was always beyond us.

- Vivian?
- You're still up?

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's a long story.

Hey,

I'm going to change my ticket
and go home early.

Oh, what about the follow-up article?

I'll make sure you still get paid,
but I'm scrapping it.

What her parents had to say,
no child should have to hear that.

- I'm sorry I dragged you out here.
- Are you kidding?

When I could have been
back at school transcribing tape.

This was so much more fun.

- Let's go in? Don't forget your bag.
- Let's go.

The Manhattan
DA's Office is pleased to announce

the indictment of Anna Sorokin.

Ms. Sorokin is also known by
the alias Anna Delvey.

Miss Sorokin is charged in
a New York State Supreme Court indictment

with two counts of attempted
grand larceny in the first degree,

three counts of grand larceny
in the second degree,

and one count
of grand larceny third degree,

and theft of services.

Whatever you do, don't mention the Mets.

The judge is an old-school Dodgers fan,

thinks they're only in LA temporarily

and they're coming back to Brooklyn.

And the Mets are usurpers.

- Got me?
- Hey, Todd.

Anna?

Yo, that's my client!

So the next time we see her
she'll be wearing a jumpsuit.

Mmm…

I knew she was due for a fall, but…

What was she doing in LA anyway?

I think she was at some rehab.

Rehab?

How'd you know that?

Okay, look, guys,
I wasn't going to say this, but…

I was actually on the phone with her
when she was arrested.

Seriously?

That's a coincidence.

It was surreal.

It was awful.

I hope they're treating her well.

Can you imagine?

Anna in jail?

Bet you can imagine it.

Oh, my God!
I love your tattoos. They're so cute.

Hey, we missed you.

Oh, my boobs are going to explode.

Uh, this came in the mail for you.

What the…

Hang on a second.

Dear Vivian,

forgive me if this note is not perfect,
I use Google Translate.

My wife would have k*ll me
if she knew I send this you,

but like you, I can't stop wondering
why my daughter would try to hurt herself.

The hospital sent us these.

I cannot find the answer in them.

Maybe you can. Vadim.

- I hope you're here to apologize.
- Shut up.

To everyone else your father
was a millionaire businessman

about to make you rich.

To this doctor he was an abusive alcoholic
you had to escape from.

That's not the Anna Delvey story.

You didn't really try to k*ll yourself.

Hi, I'm going to need more rosé.

Could you send someone up in 20 minutes?

In case I don't answer,
tell them the door is unlocked.

It was just another scam.

You played everyone in New York

and then you went to LA
and played them there.

And I let you play me too.

Hey, I never said I tried to k*ll myself.

People just love sob stories.

Everyone's so eager to help.

And then I wondered,
why would she go to all that trouble?

She could have hid out anywhere.

But she specifically tricked her way
into rehab.

Then I looked into US visa law.
Yours was about to expire.

But the clock stops
for hospitalizations, rehab included.

You were buying time.

What are you doing?

Stop that.

What? Isn't that what you want?

You solved the case.
You're a real investigative journalist.

Where'd you get those forms?

Your father.

My father?

Yeah.

I met him. And he's not a pawn.

Or a fantasy. Or a monster.

He's a father who loves you.

Then where is he?

Why isn't he here for me?

You've given a lot of people a lot
of reasons to give up on Anna Delvey.

But, Anna,

I am still here for you.

I am still rooting for you.

And I am here to tell you
you don't have to keep doing this.

You can do something new.

k*ll Anna Delvey.

What do you mean?

I mean, stop the con.

Stop pretending.

Admit what you did.
Tell everyone you're sorry.

Ask for the plea deal back.
Go back to Germany.

Be with your family.
Be Anna Sorokina again.

What? So just admit I'm some criminal?

That's not my story.

Then what is your story, Anna?

You're the journalist.

You… You're supposed to
figure that out for yourself.

Uh…

Instead you'll have to, uh, watch along
with everyone else.

Let's go!