The Flight Attendant

At least I didn't drink.

Good for you.

Bowden, what the fuck?

Okay, I mean, that's--that's my red glove with dead bodies,

but that psych evaluation?

Those are not my answers. I didn't say any of that.

-It makes me sound insane. -Wow. Yeah, oh my God.

The double, the frame job, this file...you look guilty.

This is Bangkok déjà vu.

It's like the good-old-days shit.

God, was I really like you?

And by the way, I don't know what's in the file,

which means neither do you.

Well, I know you fucked your handler last night.

Look, it's a better distraction than Feliks.

Oh, sorry--Buckley.

Why would you bring that name up to me, okay?

He's a fucking psychopath that lied and used me.

He's not some sort of bullshit, quippy anecdote.

Easy, okay? I'm saying Benjamin is a classier distraction.

Plus, I'm not the one bringing stuff up in here, am I?

Okay.

Dot. Oh!

What are you doing here?

It's the CIA. I work here.

What are you doing here?

I owe--I owed Benjamin a debrief on Berlin

and he said to just stop by the office any time

I was in the neighborhood and I was in the neighborhood

-but he wasn't in his office. -Oh, wow.

It's Westwood. I feel like no one's ever in the neighborhood.

Um, Cassie, I realize what happened in Berlin

and us not being able to tell you everything,

that must be hard.

And I know you don't want to see a counselor,

but you seem a little on edge.

Oh.

So if you need to talk to someone,

you've got my number. That's what it's for.

Oh, my God, thank you so much.

I--I really am fine.

All this stuff that you're seeing,

there is an explanation, but that's for another time

'cause I have to go meet somebody now.

So I'm just going to make sure I get in here.

So, thank you. It's very kind of you.

I'll probably use it. Thank you so much.

Oh, Jesus.

Why didn't you just show her the fucking file,

you stupid fucking idiot?

Fucking stupid. I can't...

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Hi. Shane. Okay, you told me to call you

when I need help and I need help.

I'm calling you from my very small car

that is feeling more claustrophobic by the moment.

Why did I get such a tiny car?

I don't understand. I need your help.

Okay, Cassie, okay. I'm listening.

I'm just going to say it. I'm just gonna fucking say it.

Someone is impersonating me.

I know it. They--they are doing very bad things.

They stole my identity.

I am telling you and I think,

I think they're with the CIA

or they know someone at the CIA

or there's something going on there.

I literally don't know what to say.

Did you hear about the two CIA analysts

that got killed at Echo Park? You heard about that, right?

I didn't know they were CIA analysts

and you shouldn't know that, either.

I have proof that those killings

are connected to the Berlin bombing,

and they're linked by these slides

in this View-Master that was left in my suitcase.

It's like this toy

and there's these slides on there, and...

Yeah.

-Hello? -Okay. That last part?

Look, just lay low until I can see

what I can dig up before training today.

What--what training?

What do you mean? What do you mean?

The mandatory Imperial Atlantic

continuing qualification training.

Cassie, we are still flight attendants.

Oh, fuck. That's today? Ugh!

Look, just lay low and-- and--and let me see

what I can dig up and bring-- bring that View-Master thing.

It might contain trace evidence, of what I do not know.

You sound crazy, but doesn't mean you're wrong.

I don't want you having another panic attack, so...

bring it.

Okay. One more thing--

Okay, just so I'm crystal clear.

You photographed a classified CIA document

after you fucked your boss in his office.

Okay, so everything you're gonna say,

I've thought like 7,000 times, so we're good.

In fact, I actually would like to grab a Brillo pad

and scrub my body until there is just bone left.

I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I did it!

Okay, okay. You know what?

Just chill. We're gonna breathe.

If you didn't sleep with your handler, Benjamin,

we wouldn't have these files.

So it's not that bad, if you look at it like that.

-That's very true. -Right?

God, I just want one drink.

Cass, don't say that.

I said it 'cause I mean it.

I mean it. I will always mean it, okay?

-Okay. -Sorry.

That is the reality of my life right now.

Okay? Do you under--I'm sorry.

You guy-- You guys are...amazing.

This stuff makes me look insane, okay?

This is--this is nuts. "Narcissistic delusions,

borderline sociopathic tendencies?" Come on.

"Needs constant praise."

That's probably-- that's probably true.

But that's not me.

Maybe that's how the CIA wants you to be seen,

like in a "Manchurian Candidate" way.

You know what?

The most that these files can do is paint the picture

that you could be a killer.

-That is a very big difference. -Yeah, right.

And these security stills are totally grainy, so.

Exactly. Also they're time-coded

and they were taken when you were in Iceland.

No, the CIA can pretty much scrub anything--

timecodes, CCTV footage,

any alibi statements from Iceland.

Okay, another little fun fact, um,

that is my missing red glove from Berlin

at the Echo Park crime scene.

I hate to say this, but whoever is doing this to you

is, um, killing it.

So my friend at the CIA

said there still could be trace evidence on the View-Master,

and that is what I'm literally living for right now, so...

Um...

-What, what, what, what? -Yeah.

That couple that broke in, they went through everything.

They went through a lot of stuff

and they took the View-Master.

Oh, my God. Okay.

I have to go to training. Can't wait. Gotta go.

Marco.

Hi, you're here. Hey.

Why aren't you answering my calls?

Um, I--Babe, I have a really good reason.

I just--um, can we talk about it later?

I have a work thing that I have to get to, so...

There's a lot of work things lately.

Yeah, I know. That's right.

I love you.

There's clearly something going on with us.

We were talking about you meeting my daughter--

Okay. Listen, um, there is something going on,

but with me, with me,

and I want to tell you things and I--and I feel like I can,

but I actually feel like I can't tell you this thing.

-So I really do have to go. -Look, you're right.

You can absolutely tell me anything.

Okay. Annie, did you say that you needed--

She didn't say anything, Cassie.

How can we start a life together if you don't--

Oh, no, no, no. No, no, you don't--you don't want to--

Marco, you do not want to start a life with me.

Trust me.

You're not doing a very good job

at evading me with excuses.

Okay, I, honestly-- I do have a work thing.

That's--that's it. And if I don't go now--

I try very hard to be optimistic.

It's an important part of my recovery.

Marco, I understand that you don't get what's going on here.

You really have to do better than "a work thing now"

because I don't believe you.

I slept with someone else. Okay?

Oh, my God.

Um, I didn't mean for it to come out like that.

I didn't mean to say that out loud. I'm so--

Huh. Another work thing?

No, this is my sponsor, and I need to--

Oh, you don't get to play the AA card, not with me!

Just...

Fuck.

Just tell me what happened.

I don't know, I guess I, um...

I guess I...

I guess I forgot about you.

Wow.

Okay.

Wow.

I could get over the cheating.