HIS & HERS

You ready, girls?

Let's go, Kelly clan. We're burnin' daylight.

Clouds are clearing. Perfect time to sail.

- Did you get my wine coolers? - What do you think?

I want life jackets on you before we get in the boat.

Do we have to do this every weekend?

Do you have any idea how lucky you are?

How many girls do you know who have families with boats?

- Doesn't even have a motor. - Catherine Alexis.

- It's lexy now. - Of course it is.

Just get in the boat.

Can I offer you some advice?

I don't know, Andrea. Can you?

Look at what you're doing to yourself.

That's not advice.

And, I don't know. Maybe, make better choices.

Also,

go easy on the junk food.

You're gonna tip the boat.

Can you grab my inhaler off the counter?

Catherine! Come on, pumpkin!

My mother used to say

if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right.

And like most things in life,

the more you do something, the easier it gets.

- Did you get my inhaler? - Yeah.

I suppose the same rule applies

to killing people.

Andrea?

Andrea, honey?

- Rick! - My god!

- Where's her inhaler? - Catherine, help her!

Relax! Just breathe, honey.

Help! Somebody help!

No!

Jack, it's me. I need you to get here as soon as you can.

- I dropped you a pin. Look, i... - she's gone.

Jesus. My sister… my… my sister's gone.

What do you mean? How?

I don't know. Somebody killed her.

And I told her she was gonna be okay.

- My god, Jack. - I told her…

look, I know who murdered her. It was lexy Jones.

She killed Rachel and Helen too. I think Richard might've helped.

Who are you talking to?

Who is that?

Fuck. Who is that?

I'm coming. I'm coming. Anna!

Anna?

Anna!

Anna, I'm on my way, okay?

I'm coming, Anna. You hear me?

- I'm coming right now. - Jack, I gotta talk to you.

- The fuck are you doing? - What happened?

Anna's in trouble, okay? She's out at lake zwerner.

Lexy Jones's the killer. Richard's helping.

- Lexy Jones? - That's right.

- I need to talk to you. - If you wanna come with me, come.

Stop. Stop right there.

Stop.

- Are you outta your fucking mind? - I need to talk to you.

Are you pulling a fucking gun on me, priya?

Why did you go to the morgue looking for a ring you didn't lose?

I told you my wife's in trouble.

- I don't have time for this bullshit! - Stop right there. You need to talk to me.

- Hey! - You are covered in blood!

Fuck's sake! Will you put the fucking gun down?

You turned in contaminated DNA, kept redirecting me towards Clyde duffie.

- You canceled phone records. - Put the gun down.

- I need you to talk to me. - Put the gun down now.

- Will you put the... - stop!

- Jesus. - Stop right there!

What are you gonna do? You gonna shoot me? You gonna shoot me, priya?

We're not going anywhere until I get some answers.

Fuck.

This is detective patel. I need backup at det. Jack Harper's house immediately!

My…

You fucking people.

What people, Richard?

Rich, entitled,

manipulative assholes.

Those people.

Think you can do whatever you want, say whatever you want,

sleep with whoever you want without any fucking consequences.

You know that is not me.

That is exactly you.

I think maybe you don't realize who you're married to.

- Stop! We're waiting here! - Priya…

Priya, hang on. I just want you to think, okay?

Just think. It's me, okay?

You gotta trust me, okay?

It's Jack. It's your friend Jack. It's all it is, okay?

I promise everything will make sense, okay?

I promise you.

Fuck.

Richard,

you don't have to do this anymore.

- You don't have to help her. - Help her what?

Help kill those women?

That's the story you're gonna revive your little career with?

You are fucking pathetic, Anna.

- Am I? - Yeah.

What the fuck?

Stop!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Told you you should've learned how to use that fucking gun!

Wait, no, no, no! Open the door right fucking now!

- Stupid bitch! - Jesus Christ!

Hey! Be careful with her!

Anna, pick up!

Come on!

Pick up, goddammit!

- Check inside! - Got it.

- Detective patel, are you okay? - Heads up!

Yeah.

Babe! Babe!

- Babe! - Richard!

Richard!

You psycho!

- You're insane! - Me?

How long have you been planning this, to lure me here?

You lured me into the woods 20 years ago!

I didn't know what they were gonna do, Catherine!

You fucking liar! You are a liar!

You've always been a fucking liar! You laughed at me!

"Come sit with us, Catherine!"

"Come to my birthday party, Catherine!"

Well, I'm not drinking piss anymore!

No! No!

Stop it!

No.

No!

Babe!

Patel, what the hell's going on at Jack's?

- Sir, Zoe Harper is dead. - What? Fuck!

I'm here at duffie's. He's here with his lawyer.

He claims that his wife and Helen wang

tried to blackmail lexy Jones a while back. Got her face slapped.

Rachel Hopkins tried to blackmail lexy Jones?

- Why? - Something about her sister's death.

What? Wait, lexy Jones's sister?

Wait, Rachel Hopkins knew lexy Jones?

They went to St. hilary's together.

Now, according to Clyde, lexy made the mistake of confiding in Rachel.

- What is the dead sister's name? - Andrea.

Andrea Kelly.

- Catherine Kelly's sister. - You bet.

Sir, Catherine Kelly is lexy Jones.

I need you to meet me at the Kelly house immediately.

I'll send you the address.

Go, go, go, go!

My god!

Pick up, Anna. Just pick up the fucking phone!

- Anna! - Jack…

- Jack… - Anna!

Anna!

Babe?

Anna! Hey!

Anna!

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry about Zoe, Jack.

I don't know what I'm gonna say to Meg.

Maybe I can help.

Yeah, maybe.

What was it between you guys?

You and my sister and lexy?

What's this whole thing about?

Rachel was the…

Ringleader.

But Helen and…

Zoe knew about it too.

They…

They led lexy…

Catherine and I into the woods.

On my 16th birthday.

They said it was gonna be a party, and…

And these men showed up.

Men that Rachel had

sent these pictures of us to.

These men…

Attacked Catherine.

And Rachel and Helen and

your sister watched.

I wanted to tell you. I… I…

I started to, like, a hundred times, and, I just…

I couldn't. I… I… I… I thought maybe…

…I shouldn't because of Zoe,

and then the truth is, Jack…

I've just never been able to tell anyone.

I don't know. I…

I thought maybe I could just pretend that it didn't happen.

- And so that's what I did. - Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's all right.

- I wish I told you. - Hey…

Shit. I'm…

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I remember when that Kelly girl died,