Previously on You…
Be Reagan temporarily, Maddie gets to be with Harrison forever.
One of you lives. One of you dies.
Maddie? Okay, where is Reagan?
She's dead. Because I killed her.
I asked Joe to kill Bob,
so I can't give him up because he could bring me down with him.
He killed a politician in London,
and I stood by while he framed a girl who is now sitting in prison.
I think I can get Joe to fall in love with me.
Give him someone to save me from.
Tell me you love me.
Fuck!
- We fucking got him, Louise. - Got me?
Did you catfish me?
What Joe did wasn't murder. It was self-defense.
I haven't always been the best person.
But I promise to be a man worthy of raising you.
When you signed the agreement with the lawyer…
You've already agreed that you're not fit to care for Henry.
You'll never take my son from me!
And as for you…
We're not done with each other yet.
Hi, Bronte.
There's nothing quite so painful as being misunderstood.
No wonder journalism is dying.
Where's the context? My side of the story?
What if Henry sees this?
I thought you understood me, Bronte.
But apparently I was wrong.
This is who you wanted people to see.
Even if I wanted to hunt you down right now, and let's be honest, I do,
I can't, because you've made me the most visible man in New York.
You destroyed my life, my family.
Worst of all, you cost me my son.
This is Kate Lockwood. Leave a message.
Kate…Please, please pick up.
At least let me talk to Henry.
You cannot do this! You cannot keep me from my son!
Hey, Teddy.
Listen to me. This is what you've reduced me to.
You better hope I get my son back.
If I don't, you're going to pay.
I wish you called me before signing a custody agreement.
I was tricked. I thought they were release papers.
Can't we nullify based on that?
Uh, we could if the judge found your claim credible.
You don't think I'm credible.
I think our best strategy
is to wait for the heat on you to die down,
then make our appeal.
You don't want to be in front of a judge while you're a headline.
I'm hearing the Angevine family is lawyering up.
Who's Angevine?
The victim, Clayton.
Apparently, he changed his name some years back.
Wait, is he… Is he related--
He's Dr. Nicky Angevine's son, yeah.
What the hell, Bronte?
Everything you did was to exonerate Dr. Nicky?
The therapist
who smoked weed during sessions
and fucked one of his clients.
Look, Clayton's family or these clowns on TikTok, they don't have a case.
You were protecting a woman, stepped in, then it was self-defense.
And their own credibility is, as they'd say, "highly sus."
Your most powerful weapons are your image and your reputation.
Be good, be cool,
and, uh, eventually, you'll be reunited with your son.
How long is "eventually"?
A few months.
I know, but you have to be patient.
Thank you.
I can't be patient.
Every day without Henry is hell.
A few months of Kate dripping poison in his ear, turning him against me.
I left my son once before.
He needs to know I'm not abandoning him. I have to see him.
As your crisis manager,
I recommend you put out a public statement.
What will a public statement do?
I mean, it's not going to assuage fears or stop gossip.
We need to come out swinging against Joe.
Say, in no uncertain terms, that you were blindsided by the affair.
With his employee, no less.
That he undermined you and your family. That you're divorcing him.
I can't turn on him. Not yet.
We're entangled in ways that I can't share.
I mean, he's in way over his head.
Can't we just let him dig his own grave?
Okay, I'll tell the board where you stand.
About Maddie, is she with us or with Joe?
Is he here?
I will make sure all my siblings are on board.
Thank you, Sloan.
Teddy, hi. How are you?
Skip the formalities, please.
Is it as bad as it looks?
Worse. If anyone asks you about Joe, you know nothing.
Can't you just speak out?
Put him in jail. You said there are other crimes that don't directly involve you.
And how do you think Joe would respond to that?
I'll end up in jail or dead.
I've secured an apartment in the West Village
that Joe doesn't know about.
If you and Albie could take Henry there, not for long.
It's just until the storm passes. Please, Teddy.
Fine. For Henry.
Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
Clayton's dead and no one's asking why that fucker isn't in jail.
Yeah, we know why.
He's a wealthy, white dude…
…with privilege, power, and money. I mean, it's textbook.
We have to keep…
- Has he spoken out yet? - I'll check.
There's nothing.
Okay. So we have to act now.
To control the story. We can't do it without her.
Just ask.
Louise, we need you!
Coming.
Hey.
I know you're grieving.
We are too.
But we need your pretty face.
And voice. And supreme catfish queen vibes.
To do what?
We're going to post our takedown of Goldberg.
One piece at a time.
And you're the obvious choice to be the face of the vids.
What's the point?
Are you serious right now?
What, you're… We're supposed to throw away the last three years
because cops don't care about murder when they see it?
We're not giving up. We just gotta start the snowball.
And, you know, like it or not, you're the… the one in the…Clayton video.
Well, why would people trust Bronte?
And not the police or the Lockwood crisis machine?
People need to hear the truth. They need to hear it from Louise Flannery.
You don't have to hide behind Bronte anymore.
Yeah, I can't, I'm sorry. Not right now.
Welcome back.
Hey, honey. Be well.
Hey, Henry. Welcome back.
Uh, Mr. Goldberg. I wasn't expecting to see you here.
Not in light of the custody order we were made aware of.
I just need to talk to Henry for a second.
Right. Problem is you're not allowed to be here.
I'm sorry, but you really do need to leave at once.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to make this awkward for you.
Can you… Can you maybe… give Henry this book for me?
We are reading it
and I just want him to have any sense of stability and normalcy right now.
Please.
Of course.
Take care of yourself, Mr. Goldberg.
We all good? Yeah?
Books have always been my savior.
Today is no exception.
I hate having to track my own son, but I'll do anything to see Henry.
Why are you packing?
I just can't be here right now.
What is wrong? Why are you acting like we're the problem here?
I don't think that.
I just think what you're about to do is wrong.
I'm not going to play a part in ruining an innocent man's life.
Did you just say "innocent"?
We had a theory, Dom, and an insane plan,
and he… he was forced to do
what any reasonable person would have done.
Holy shit.
You fucked us, didn't you?
What exactly did you tell the police, Louise?
That Joe didn't do it?
We were there, Louise. You were there. You watched him kill Clayton!
All Clayton cared about was vindicating his dad. That's it.
He thought Joe would kill a woman who wanted to leave him,
so that's what he made it look like.
He didn't care at all what could have happened to me.
You fucking saved Joe?
He saved me, Dom. From Clayton. You were not there.
Clayton was so fucking vicious!
He was so angry at me for daring to question him.
He fucking attacked me.
He tried to hurt me, and that is what Joe saw.
That is why Joe went after him to protect me.
I didn't think Clayton would die. I didn't want him to die,
- but that's what happened. - Stop.
Do you love him?
What does that matter?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. That explains it.
Phoenix is right. You're gone!
- You're fucking deluded! - Whatever.
You do realize that Bronte is not real, right?
You made her up.
Has that been fucked out of you or something?
You know what? Maybe you should go back to Ohio.
Get your head on straight. Be Louise again.
This is clearly too much for you.
I'm not leaving New York. I live here.
Bronte lives here.
I love you, Dom.
Don't forget to leave your key.
Hi, Maddie. Thanks for coming.
Are you still pretending to be Reagan with Harrison and Gretchen?
Well, I have to. If I don't and they start wondering where she is…
You know, sometimes I do think that they suspect something.
I see the way that they look at me.
I think you need some time away.
There's an opening at a facility. It's beautiful.
- Are you trying to send me to rehab? - It's more of a spa.
- You need some time… - Wow.
…to process everything.
I sent my mother there to recover after she had a breakdown.
I am not having a breakdown!
Okay.
I should have protected you from Joe.
I didn't.
And…
I can't express how sorry I am.
Please let me make it up to you.
I'm not trying to control you.
I'm offering you this because I love you.
Because I think when you get out the other side of this,
you should be able to be yourself again.
I just want my life back
with Harrison and Gretchen knowing that it's me.
It's Maddie.
Joe promised me that.
Joe made you kill your sister, Maddie.
Joe doesn't want to help you.
I do.
What we'll do is tell Harrison and Gretchen that you, meaning Reagan,
have gone away to a spa.
And from there, we will find an exit strategy.
One that gets you everything you want.
Yeah?
It appears Kate has Henry stashed in some Lockwood safehouse.
Bryce has been with our security detail for little over a year.
Despite the tough guy, commando vibe, he's a softy at heart.
Lives in Astoria, makes his own sourdough.
I sat in traffic with him for weeks
listening to how his girlfriend, Janine, dumped him for kissing another woman.
"Brycey. It's Janine. New number."
"Want you so bad right now."
- Oh, fuck. - Don't worry, it's okay, it's okay.
I don't want any trouble, I just want to talk to Henry. I know he's here.
Henry is asleep, and we're not gonna be waking him.
I don't know what Kate told you, but you know me.
You shouldn't be here. You know that.
- Are you really gonna do that to me too? - Come on.
You, of all people, the one who was kept from his own father.
All those years.
Didn't you ever wish that you could hear from the man himself,
instead of being told what to think?
I just want a second with my son.
- Whoa. - Get the fuck out, Joe.
- Don't do this, please. - Leave!
Just put it down.
Teddy…
it's me.
Exactly.
- Daddy! - Hey.
Hey. You know what?
This, this is… This is okay.
Teddy and I were just… We're playing a little game.
Hey, how you doing, bub?
I came to see you. Are you doing okay?
When are we going home?
Uh, soon.
I haven't left you. I promise.
Dad, nobody at school wants to talk to me.
Uh… Henry, I'm sorry. That's…
People are…
…mean and stupid and wrong.
No matter what anybody says about you or about me,
I need you to know that I love you.
Sometimes--
- It's okay, I'm just talking to my son. - Let's go.
Hey, look. It's okay, Henry.
- It's time to go. - It's okay.
- Don't do this. - Dad!
Don't do this! Henry, it's all right.
- Dad! - It's okay. It's okay.
I'm gonna see you soon. I love you. Daddy loves you.
I love you.
Fuck.
The look on Henry's face. For him to see me treated like that.
What the fuck is this? I'm trending?
Now, what have you done, Bronte?
Hey, y'all. I'm Dominique. This is Phoenix.
Great. Your little Scooby Squad, but where are you?
You've all seen the video of our friend Clayton's murder,
and the response has been insane.
And a lot of you are asking for the full story.
TikTok banned our original account for graphic content,
but y'all are smart, we knew you'd find us.
So, yeah, Joe Goldberg is still walking free.
But we're not gonna let this stand.
Clayton did not die for nothing.
We think Clayton's just the latest
in a long line of victims going back years.
Joe Goldberg is a serial killer.
Candace Stone.
- This is not happening. - Earliest victim we could find.
We think Joe disappeared her.
What the fuck?
Benjamin Ashby III also "went on vacation,"
also disappeared by Joe.
Next, Guinevere Beck herself.
How could they know?
If anyone knows anything about Joe Goldberg,
we wanna know.
Stitch this, leave a comment, or slide into our DMs.
Time to take this fucker down ourselves. Pop off, fam.
Did my death sentence really just begin with the phrase, "pop off"?
- We've secured the exterior. - It's a bit late for that.
And Bryce is fucking fired!
Not before I get a statement.
I need to know exactly what Joe did, in writing.
Henry is in his room. No one is to go in there, okay?
Yes, ma'am. Jay, cover the back.
- Teddy. - Don't.
- Teddy, I-- - Don't, I don't wanna hear another word.
That is the last time I stick my neck out for you.
God help that kid, I'm out.
I don't blame you, I know.
You know, I realized something
when your knife-wielding husband tried to relate to me.
I spent so many years
watching the charmed life that our father gave you all.
I was… so jealous, so angry, so unwanted.
But…
I don't wanna be a part of this family. I can see it now.
I'm the lucky one.
Our toxic, piece-of-shit father tainted everyone's lives around him,
built an army of enablers.
That's why you can't untangle yourself from Joe.
Because Tom rewarded you for your complicity
and it became inseparable from who you are.
You and I share blood, but we are not the same.
- Teddy-- - You stood by
while your husband imprisoned one sister,
murdered the other, nearly killed me--
- And I will have him put away. - How?
All I see is you managing a crisis, protecting yourself,
while that son of a bitch is walking free.
Stop making excuses.
And do something.
Leave it to social media to be my downfall.
- He's twisted. Dark. Murderous. - Shit. Not Dottie.
Joe Goldberg killed both my babies.
- This is a fucking nightmare. - Love and Forty are dead because of him.
I haven't seen my grandson Henry in years.
He made everyone think I was the crazy one when, you know, he is the crazy one.
He's the crazy one.
Oh, pour yourself another glass, Dottie.
Your darling, baby girl was a psychopath.
And she was the one that locked me in--
Us. Locked us.
These two?
Me and my beloved here in a damn Lucite cage.
- To die. - To die.
We wrote a whole-ass New York Times bestseller about it.
Link in bio, people.
I'll take the support I can get.
That psycho absolutely killed my best friend, Peach. He hated her.
Oh, Peach was self-defense and I don't even remember your name.
He was my professor at Darcy,
and I thought there was something suspicious about him.
Besides his fake name, he was always canceling class early.
To do what? Kill people?
I was dissociating!
Joe was my neighbor when I was a kid.
Oh, Paco's still an angel.
My mom used to date this guy that was really abusive.
No, no, don't share the incriminating part…
And Joe literally saved us.
Shut the fuck up, Paco.
Uh, we're guessing this kid is talking about Ron Baker,
who's a probation officer in New York City.
Who has been a missing person since 2019. Just saying.
And deserved to fucking die. "Just saying."
I'm Ethan.
Ethan, not you.
I used to work with Joe. I always found him to be a good dude.
Thank you, Ethan. Tell them.
But I make it a practice of believing the victims.
I can't prove that the basement of Mooney's was haunted,
even though it 100% was, which is why I never went down there.
Just like I can't definitively rule out that Joe murdered a fuck ton of people.
Thank you, Ethan. That really helps.
Who the fuck is this?
Beck was my little sister.
He doesn't know what happened. No one understands.
The world's been such a dark place since she left us.
If it really was this…
…Joe guy who did it…
then I say to him…
look at her.
All the good I've done, all the people I've saved,
and now I'll never not be known
as the guy who might have killed…
…"a fuck ton of people."
I am telling you
there is zero evidence to support any of this shit, it's lunacy.
Right. Okay. Yeah, I got it. Yeah, thanks.
Are you happy, Bronte?
Because according to my lawyer, it doesn't matter if it's all wild speculation.
You have fucked my chances of getting Henry back.
Fuck!
Or maybe I know a way to fix this.
Thank you so much for coming.
You're vaguely a PR person, right?
No, I specifically work in PR. Yeah, what do you want?
I need image rehabilitation. Nobody understands me, that I'm a good person.
You're a good person who just threatened my brother with a knife?
You and Kate are talking?
Yeah, we are.
Because she can actually protect me instead of just make empty promises.
You know she's sending me away
to process everything that happened to me because of you.
You've seen the video I have of you killing Reagan.
So we're in this together, like it or not. Help me, though,
and I'll destroy that video.
What makes you think she's going to take pity on me?
Kim Kramer owes her career to the Lockwood family.
She's barely a journalist, more of a journ-fluencer.
Judge, jury and executioner
to the Gen Z-Millennial Court of Public Opinion.
And when she goes live, millions tune in.
Uh, but it seems like her MO is taking down toxic men.
Well, that's the point.
The questions will be predetermined and then you'll just follow the playbook.
And you're a charming white man with really great hair.
So the work is mostly done for you.
Playbook?
How to Not Get Canceled: The Toxic White Male Edition.
You admit to the mistakes that you've made without naming them.
And then you apologize if you've caused any pain.
"If" being the key word.
And then you just tease a little unrelated childhood trauma.
That sounds awful and cynical and not me.
I'm not…
I don't know if I'm comfortable talking about my childhood.
I said "tease trauma." Nothing cloying, nothing maudlin.
And don't you dare cry,
because that's the least likable thing a man can do on camera.
Just noble stoicism.
And that is your path back to popularity.
You know I'm not doing this for popularity, right?
Oh, yeah, no, I know it's about Henry.
You always have a good reason.
Okay, everyone settle. Quiet please.
We're going live in three,
two, one.
Yeah. So, a lot of people out there asked me to get this exclusive
and I delivered.
So, yeah, don't forget to like and subscribe.
You know the drill. Now, let's get into it with hashtag Joe Goldberg.
- What is he doing? - Philanthropist, bookstore owner,
and low-key suspect in a thing you may have read about.
Millions of people get their opinions from this? I'm doomed.
Make no mistake, this is serious business.
I'm here to talk to Joe about the death of Clayton Angevine,
whose father, Dr. Nicky, is currently in jail
for the murder of Joe's former girlfriend Guinevere Beck.
Let's talk about Louise Flannery, who you knew as Bronte.
Apart from the statement she gave to police,
she hasn't said a thing since Clayton Angevine's death.
Who is she to you?
I believe… I… I was led to believe
that she was an employee here at my bookstore.
A younger employee with whom you began an affair?
Yes, that's true. Yeah, it was inappropriate.
And my wife, Kate, has only ever been
an exemplary partner and… and mother to my son.
"Your" son?
Our… Our son, of course. Our son. I'm deeply sorry
for my actions.
My infidelity was a betrayal.
Not just of Kate, but the family we built together.
But you thought it was worth it to betray your family?
Were you in love with Louise Flannery?
It's hard to call it love when one person is lying the whole time.
Say more?
Well, as far as I can tell, like from what all of her…
Uh, her friends were saying online,
Bronte, or, um… Louise,
was conspiring with a group of true crime-obsessed vigilantes
trying to exonerate a convict.
Trying to goad me into being
someone they… they thought I was.
So none of it was real.
So you didn't love her?
Louise Flannery is the biggest regret of my entire life.
That's a pretty strong statement.
But if the Internet is to be believed,
Louise isn't the only one with something to hide.
I mean, you must be aware of the larger allegations swirling.
Cue for the childhood trauma portion of the evening.
Bronte, if you're watching,
I will never forgive you for forcing me into this.
I'd like to show you something.
It's the reason I think all these rumors about me began.
Sure.
Well…This is creepy.
Yeah. Yeah, I get that a lot.
And if you've read Sherry and Cary Conrad's book,
you're probably picturing the worst right now.
This place has been a refuge for most of my life.
You see, it is for the storage and protection of rare books.
It's climate controlled. Secure.
Some of these
are priceless.
You made this?
No, no, no. No, no.
No, this is Mr. Mooney's.
Ivan Mooney. He used to own this place.
We had a, uh, complicated relationship. Mm.
I didn't have a father figure, so I looked to him.
And he loved me.
He did.
But he wanted to teach me how to behave.
Like a man.
He could be, uh…
He was harsh.
- Sometimes… - No, no, keep it together.
I…
Just speak. Say anything.
Come on. For Henry.
I'm sorry, he…
Sometimes he would lock me in here for days.
Why can't I stop?
Oh, fuck.
Unlikable, unlovable, fucking damaged, fucking ruined.
I'm sorry.
Um, tissue break, y'all. We'll be back in five.
Uh, do you have any… Okay.
Joe?
Joe. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Did you not listen to a single word that I said?
I mean, how old are you that you didn't work this shit out in therapy?
- I don't know what happened. - I do.
You somehow made yourself more revolting.
Pull it together.
The whole Internet is watching.
I know.
Okay?
Okay. Here, give me that.
Thank you.
Are you happy, Bronte?
Seeing me make a fucking fool of myself,
exposing my trauma to the world?
When this torment is over, when I have my son back,
I'm gonna find wherever you're hiding…
What?
If we're gonna turn this around, we gotta go.
- Joe? - No. You saved me?
Joe!
I don't believe it.
Hey, could you… Could you come back out here, please?
Is it possible what we had wasn't all a lie?
You did fall for me.
Do you really love me?
Maybe you know I'm not a monster.
We go live again in three, two, one…
And we're back! Joe!
Thanks again for taking the time to go on record with me.
So look, we've gotta talk about the night in question.
Actually, I… I need to talk about something else.
I haven't been honest with you.
You haven't?
You asked me if I was in love with Louise Flannery.
Yes, I was.
I was captivated by her.
And taken for a ride.
Sure.
But I guess I need to say that I'm not a victim.
All that
talk about my trauma, that's…
I mean, who makes it to adulthood without it?
I'm, uh… I am not perfect with words.
I have a lot of privilege, yes.
Yes, yes. But, at heart…
I am a normal guy.
And all this, uh, drama,
this huge misunderstanding about me
comes from the most vulnerable place.
Being in love.
My heart goes out to Clayton's family.
They must have loved him dearly.
But the hard truth is that he was hurting Bronte.
I'm… I'm sorry, Louise.
I think she's always going to be Bronte
to me.
I thought she was in danger.
I had to save her because I loved her.
So, I don't want pity. I don't.
True love, being held, being truly seen by someone you admire so fiercely,
I think makes me the luckiest man alive.
Even…
…uh, when it's snatched away.
I wish that for everybody.
Circumstances be damned.
I'm sorry, you were going to ask me a question.
Yes, about the night Clayton died.
You're saying that he attacked Louise?
That's right, yeah. That's right, he was hurting her.
- I pushed him off. - Fucking bastard.
What's Daddy doing?
Hi, uh…
Daddy…
…did something bad, Henry.
You mean how he got into a fight with Uncle Teddy?
No, no, something different than that, sweetheart.
Daddy hurt some other people too.
Where are we going?
To London.
How come?
Because Mummy did something bad too.
And we have to go there so that I can make it better. Okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
I gotta hand it to Maddie.
Her plan is working. My reputation's on the rebound.
Still a long road to getting Henry back. But it's a start.
Why throw me a lifeline if you aren't still feeling something?
Guilt. That's obvious. And appropriate.
Why didn't you text again after the rest of my interview?
Did you not see it? Where are you?
What is all this?
You're gonna tell me women don't get out of bed in the morning
to manipulate men?
This girl catfished a guy into murdering someone for her.
Not entirely fair.
In love with a serial killer.
I mean, she's a freaking Manson girl.
These hypocritical girls with their whiny, toxic masculinity bullshit.
They accuse men of being violent, right?
Till they need us to kick the shit out of some other guy for 'em.
They've turned their knives onto you.
It's like clockwork, the reliable misogyny of the Internet.
Nah, this bitch is the one who's toxic.
Does somebody need to teach the femoid a lesson?
I'm just saying, fellas.
Two hundred comments.
"Someone should find her."
"Oughta dox the bitch."
This is getting a little scary.
Is that you?
One of these assholes is actually stalking you.
Wherever things stand between us, I can't let you get hurt.
Damn it. Bronte.
Hey, I got it.
Thanks very much. I'm such a klutz.
Here you go.
- Appreciate it. - One more.
I'm Dane, by the way.
- Have a good night, Dane. - Yeah, you too.
- It's Louise, right? - What?
Oh, fuck. Is this another catfish?
Clayton 2.0? Am I supposed to believe some men's rights activist
is pulling a Silence of the Lambs on you a block from a bus terminal?
Do I trust you or not?
Wait, wait! No, no!
Hi, Nadia.
My name is Kate Lockwood.
I know who you are.
What do you want?
What I want is to get you out of here…
which I believe I'm in a position to do.
Because I helped put you in here.
We are going to take Joe Goldberg down.
Back in control of the narrative for now.
Maybe I can find a way to forgive you for what you did to me.
If I'm being honest, I am still in love with you.
If you can truly accept the real me…
…maybe things will work out for us after all.
But… that's up to you.