The Flight Attendant

I actually had one just like this as a kid

and I fucking loved it but what even are these photos?

I had one too. Mine had pictures of the Grand Canyon,

but there's a terrifying stalker photo of me in there

and then some abstract images.

I don't-- I don't know what they are.

Definitely feels like something

a serial killer leaves behind.

Quick question about Berlin-- uh, the briefcase,

the bloody wig, the weird bombing.

Or a gas main leak.

That just is easier to accept than a bombing.

Okay, fine. Uh...

Then you just disappeared on us

for a number of hours.

Cass, it literally feels like you're living

- in a John le Carré spy novel. - What?

Just, what the fuck are you involved in, Cassie?

- Nothing. - Say "nothing" again.

- Nothing. - I don't believe

- a word you're saying. - Nothing.

Nothing!

It's like some Animal Planet shit.

Okay. Okay.

Fuck it. Um...

I have a little side job.

I'm an asset for the CIA.

I know we said no more secrets,

but it's the CIA, and they're very secretive.

I had to, and I was dying to tell you

plus you were just about to guess it anyway.

- What does it matter? - Cassie, I was, like,

literally nowhere close to figuring that out.

Wow.

Okay, well, um, there's a little more.

Oh, I have this handler, his name is Benjamin.

- He hates me. - What?

So I get these marks and I have to go find them

and I spy on them.

Yeah, and I was in Berlin and there was this woman

and she looked exactly like me. She even had my same tattoo.

Then there was this huge explosion,

I literally fell down,

and then my ears were absolutely ringing.

- C-I-A? - Yes. Those letters.

Yes, those--yes, babe. The CIA.

Okay. It...

sounds like someone's maybe trying to frame you.

Oh, good, perfect. Go to the most terrifying thing.

- Great. - If this double lady

was wearing that wig,

is the blood from the dead guy on your suitcase?

We don't even know how this got to LAX, okay?

Whoever was stalking me in Berlin

could've--is obviously probably stalking me here. I--

I don't think you go to all this trouble then just

show up at your place, right, Annie?

Santal 33. Fucking Santal 33?

That is some seriously expensive perfume.

Okay, did you tell your CIA handler guy,

uh, Benjamin, the one who hates you, about this?

Annie, he doesn't hate me.

He just doesn't like me. Keep up!

You literally just said that he hated you.

Oh, my God, he's calling me right--

literally right now. What--

Okay, I'm sorry, that is suspicious as fuck.

Oh, my God, he's calling again.

It's not that suspicious. The NSA can listen

even when the phone's turned off.

I don't need to hear that. Just--

Hey, Benjamin, how are you?

I'm calling about your debrief on Berlin.

Tomorrow noon work? We have a lot to discuss, Bowden.

Okay, yeah, it's-- it's kinda late,

so do you mean, like, today tomorrow?

Or actually tomorrow tomorrow that--

Hel--

Okay, this is not good. They've already grounded me,

which is weird, and it was already weird

before we opened the weird suitcase.

How am I gonna explain any of this?

Honestly, I don't think that you should.

The wig, definitely the View-Master,

it could all be inculpatory evidence.

- Words that I know! What? - It means you were involved.

Shit, us too, 'cause our DNA's now all over the place.

Look, I had this client once.

He found a severed head in the trunk of his Mercedes.

Did he put it there? Definitely not.

Did the jury care? Definitely not.

Is there anyone at the CIA that you can trust?

I do have a good friend at the CIA,

but I--I--I just-- I can hear him now

telling me to just stay out of it

and let them deal with it.

- Marco! Hi! - Hey, hey, hey!

- Marco's here! - Yes.

Hi! I forgot you were coming.

Come meet them.

Annie and Max, my best friends. Hey.

The legendary Annie and Max.

- Hey. - Oh. Legendary? Wow.

- Hi. - Sorry I'm late.

I've been working overtime on a pitch deck

for this new Wally Birch album.

But, uh, no rest for the weary, right?

I didn't know people said that in real life.

So they are very jet-lagged and you look very tired, too.

You look exhausted. You should go take a shower.

I'll meet you back there, though, 'kay?

- That's it? Okay. - Yeah.

- Okay. - Yeah. You know what I mean.

We're gonna have dinner tomorrow. We can catch up then.

I'll see you at dinner tomorrow.

-Yes! Good night! - Nice to meet you.

Night night.

I already really like him. He's like that

cool professor in college who still smoked weed.

Yeah, well, he's sober, so that's not what he does.

He's shockingly chill given the fact

that you were almost blown up in Berlin.

-- Yeah. -- Oh, fuck me.

You didn't tell him, did you?

'Course I didn't tell him. What am I gonna tell him?

I don't want him to worry about me.

It's a bummer you're cutting out Marco.

He could definitely handle it.

Okay, you need to calm down.

You met him for five seconds and you are coming in very hot.

- Times a thousand. - Guys, reel it in. Come on.

Here's the deal--tomorrow,

Max will work to identify those slides.

-Yes, 'cause he does bad things. - Totally.

Which will hopefully lead us closer

to whoever the fuck is doing this to you.

- Oh, God. - But for now, can you please

try and go get some sleep? Okay?

- My ears are still, like, ringing.

My ears are still ringing.

Your scarf is, like, from two years ago.

Scarf, scarf, scarf... Like, two years ago.

I'm Grace. I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

My ears are still ringing.

- Oh, my God, what happened? - I think I know who it is.

Okay, I'm awake now. Tell me your theory.

Okay, so, on my flight back from Berlin,

there was a new flight attendant.

Her name was Grace, all right?

She was super cool, but I don't know,

there's something--unh.

I just feel like she could be the double.

Good morning. You need actual hard facts.

All right, here's the thing. She has short hair.

She'd need a wig. She is a flight attendant.

She'd have access to my luggage, to our uniforms.

Um, she said her ears were ringing,

yet she also said she was

in her room when the explosion went off.

Plus she was wearing a scarf on the flight back.

Remember I was telling you about the rough sex that I saw,

Yeah, the sex you described

should definitely leave some kind of mark.

No, totally, but aren't the scarves part of the uniform?

No, the airline has changed uniforms twice since then.

I mean, we're totally updated.

No one even wears them anymore, but she had it on.

It was very cute, but I mentioned it,

and she had like a very quick, way-too-cool of an answer.

- Max, what are you making? - Spanish tortilla.

-Hey, you think Marco wants one? - Oh, he already left.

- He leaves early on shoot days. - Oh.

- Can we discuss the boner that he has for Marco?

- Seriously. - Also, what is wrong

with him, because if you don't tell me

- I'll just dig it up myself. - Marco?

Nothing's wrong with him. He's perfect.

- He checks every box. - Where's salt?

- I need salt. - What's the problem?

It's right here. Listen, Annie,

can we please get back to this list

that I have made, okay? I mean,

it kind of says that Grace is the double, right?

I will give you that it is

a compelling argument that would

- never hold up in court. - Okay, here's one other thing.

She gave me her address.

Now we're kind of becoming friendly.

I feel like maybe I could stop by,

look around, see if anything looks off.

- Okay, alternate plan. - Yeah?

I go to the moon and I build a house,

except there's no oxygen on the moon, so I fucking die.

Cass, what if she's actually dangerous?

Listen, I have worked so hard to build this perfect new life,

and I am holding onto it with everything that I have.

You're telling me to go against my gut instinct?

Yes. If you want to hold on to this perfect, like,

I-have-vegetables-in-the-fridge life, yes, I am telling you