Sugar

Planet Earth.

I stayed behind.

I said goodbye to Ruby and...

and I stayed.

If I wanted answers about my sister's disappearance,

I had to find my friend, Henry Thorpe.

Henry.

And finally I did.

You found me.

Henry, you can't leave me.

Yeah. It's too late.

Come on.

No.

- - I'm sorry you stayed behind.

You wanted me to.

That was before.

Before what?

Your sister.

- -

What did you do to her?

What did you do to her?

Look, I know you know.

You showed me the dress.

- - You took her.

- - You took her.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. -

I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

- You just gotta tell me. -

You just gotta tell me.

- Henry. Henry. -

You gotta tell me what happened.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

- - You just gotta tell me.

What did you do to my sister?

What happened to my sister?

Suicide is unheard of on our planet.

But when we go on mission,

when we stay too long on worlds not our own, we can...

forget where we come from.

Who we are.

It's rare, but I've seen it before.

Djen's gone.

Really gone.

Any chance I had of solving the mystery of her disappearance died with Henry.

I was so clear that staying behind was the right thing to do.

I was so certain that I would uncover the answers to my loss.

But all I've done is lose more.

My mission,

my friends,

my home.

And so...

now I'm alone.

Here.

Good morning, my friend.

I can never go back home.

But...

there's always California.

Dear, John.

If you're reading this, it means you didn't listen and decided to stay behind.

As your friend,

the thought of not seeing you again is more painful than I can put into words.

But I do understand.

Of all the planets I ever visited, Earth was the hardest to leave.

- The colors, the noises... -

...the winter clouds over Santa Monica.

This place, for better or worse, takes ahold of you.

You'll have to find a way to enjoy it on your own,

because I have to go now.

Be strong, be good, be safe.

I love you.

Ruby.

Mr. Sugar. Your mail.

- Welcome back. - Thank you, Elinor.

Thanks.

PS, I renewed your subscription to American Cinematographer , just in case.

All right, no one else can know about this.

Do you understand? It's against the rules.

I'm trusting you all know how to keep a secret.

Okay?

- -

- Come! Frida, Ben! -

Frida, Ben!

Let's go! Let's go, buddy!

Ruby,

I do love my American Cinematographer subscription .

So there's some good news.

Still, at this point I was hoping things would get a bit busier.

Find a client, take on a new case, take my mind off things.

It's not as easy as I thought.

Ruby did a lot more for me than renew magazine subscriptions,

she, uh, handled the business side of things.

- Not many people have my number. -

And so it was a nice surprise when I got a call from an old friend.

Munzer!

Munzer Amin...

The limo driver with the sick daughter.

Fatemeh is all better now,

but he asked if I might meet with someone who could use some help.

I believe in you, Danny. Go out there and kick his fucking ass.

- - Danny Moon.

A hoped-to-be up-and-comer from Korea.

Danny's an immigrant. Like me.

Like most people in this part of Los Angeles.

Munzer knew him from the neighborhood.

Follow through!

He said he was a good kid.

Tough kid.

Real tough.

And the winner by unanimous decision...

- Danny Moon! -

A young man with a temper who is good at fighting

seems like a dangerous concoction,

but maybe it just goes with the job description.

Still, if Danny's the good Moon brother,

I was curious to hear about the one that's trouble.

His brother Ji Moon has gone missing.

And that was three days ago?

- Nothing since? - No.

You guys, you usually talk every day?

We live together.

Yeah, but if you're two ships passing...

We're not two ships.

I mean he's a fuck-up.

He's high lately pretty much always.

I-I don't know, man.

I-I think this is just him being stupid, trying to scare me.

Don't you?

Play them again.

- - Whoa! Shit.

Uh, play the other one.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Okay, I got away. For now.

I think I'm safe for now.

Oh, my God, bro.

What I just saw.

- I saw this fucking... -

He fucking looked down on me with those fucking eyes,

and he said, "Run."

Then he let me go, so I just fucking ran, bro.

I ran like hell.

But he'll be coming. I know it.

- He's gonna fucking come for me. -

He'll be looking for me.

I'm scared, bro.

- But I'll be all right. -

I'll come up with a plan.

But no cops, okay?

Whatever you do, don't call the cops. Don't call the fucking cops. Shit.

Just keep working.

Just keep training like I taught you.

Two rounds, shadow box. Two rounds, double-end bag.

He's high obviously.

Stressed out, seeing things.

But the fear in his voice...

well, that's real.

Don't forget your footwork. 'Cause that's your best weapon, okay?

I know.

A missing sibling in trouble.

Ruby would disapprove.

"Bit on the nose, Sugar."

And she'd tell me to move on.

I love you, bro.

Don't give up on me.

But if I walk away, who helps them?

No. No, this is it.

This is the case I take.

Danny gave me a list of his brother's usual hangouts.

It was already late but I wanted to get started.

And besides,

while the rest of LA is climbing into bed,

Koreatown is just getting going.

Hey, can I talk to your boss?

You seen this guy? Ji Moon.

Come on! Come on, get him!

Hey, have you seen this guy around? Ji Moon?

Hey, guys. Looking for someone. Ji Moon?

His brother said he comes here sometimes.

No?

So the one with the eight in it goes in last?

Hey, mister.

That your car?

Silver blue '66 Corvette Stingray.

300 horsepower variant with a two-speed Powerglide transmission.

She's a beauty, huh?

Hey. One game? You and me?

I win, you tell me something about Ji Moon.

You win, you, uh... take her for a spin.

What do you say?