[Joe] Previously on You…
We can only aspire to be as quotable as Brontë.
[newscaster] Sources have identified the victim as Guinevere Beck.
[reporter] Why was her body found buried in your backyard?
I was reading Beck's book.
I felt like maybe Beck didn't write all of it herself.
We think this boyfriend, Joe, killed her.
We have to get that motherfucker.
I wish I killed Dr. Nicky.
Would her killer say something like that?
Don't let him fool you.
I'm yours. I will lift you up and put you in the center of the universe.
- [grunts] - [Bronte shrieks]
[Joe] Did you catfish me?
- [Kate] Not fit to care for Henry. - You'll never take my son from me!
I haven't left you. I promise.
- Dad! - I'm gonna see you soon. I love you.
- Are you still catfishing me? - No.
- Do you love me? - [softly] Yes.
Who are you?
I'm fucking Bronte.
[Joe] I have no choice. Kate has to die.
[Nadia] I don't think he's happy to see us together.
I've spent my entire life saving women like you.
You are not a white knight, Joe.
I just met Marienne Bellamy and she's alive.
Listen to what people are telling you?
Don't forget what brought you here in the first place.
Guinevere Beck. You really think he didn't kill her?
[Bronte] I just got lost in him.
You missed a key.
- [both grunting] - [Kate] Joe…
[Kate groans, gasps]
- Tell me why you framed Harrison. - Open the door.
Burn in hell.
Maddie!
All your wives dying in fires.
Love didn't die in a fire. I poisoned her.
Thank you.
Nadia will get this to the police.
[Bronte coughing] Marienne? Kate?
Bronte, you came to save me.
[Bronte] I should leave you, run away, and never look back.
Bronte Louise Flannery, will you marry me?
[Bronte] But then there'd be no justice, no answers.
I'm the only person that can stop you.
Yes, Joe. [chuckles]
["Once Upon a Poolside" by The National (feat. Sufjan Stevens) playing]
♪ Don't make this any harder ♪
♪ Everybody's waitin' ♪
♪ Walk-on's almost over ♪
♪ Teenagers on ice ♪
♪ Try to keep my distance ♪
♪ Talkin' of forgiveness ♪
♪ Once upon a poolside ♪
♪ Underneath the lights ♪
[Joe] You.
What did I do to deserve you?
Ghosts from my past wanted me to believe I didn't deserve this.
But you knew they were wrong about me.
♪ Try to keep my distance ♪
♪ Talkin' of forgiveness ♪
♪ Once upon a poolside ♪
♪ Underneath the lights ♪
♪ What was the worried thing You said to me? ♪
♪ I thought we could make it Through anything ♪
[birds chirping]
[song fades]
[insects trilling]
Oh, it's gorgeous, isn't it?
You know, maybe it's not so bad… leaving New York behind.
[chuckles]
There's so much beauty.
[ominous music playing]
[thuds]
[Bronte] It could be… that easy.
But then the world would never know the truth about you.
[music turns contemplative]
And I wouldn't get the answers I need.
How could I love you, knowing what I knew?
What did you do to Beck?
And the biggest question of all…
It's beautiful, isn't it?
[Bronte] …how do I give you the ending you deserve?
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music soars]
[foreboding music playing]
[Bronte] What's wrong?
[Joe] Uh, hang on, GPS fritz. I… I think I saw a map in the trunk.
Ink and paper, saving lives since time immemorial.
[Bronte chuckles softly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Joe] Your plucky attitude is a weak cover. Of course you're scared.
[car door closes]
And I haven't even told you the worst of it.
[trunk unlocks]
[trunk closes]
[music fades]
Hey.
I can handle the truth.
I don't think we were followed, but, uh, it's only a matter of time.
Kate… tricked me. She sent something damning in to the police.
How damning?
Something I'm gonna have a hard time denying.
It made total sense in context, but… the police will have questions.
Just doing their job. I'm not worried.
It will be a long, messy, legal quagmire.
We'll survive it,
but why not in the meantime lay low while the noise dies down?
In Canada?
That's where we're headed, right? Across the border?
Hey, I don't care where we go,
as long as I'm with you and we're together.
[soft music playing]
Secluded.
In a mossy castle. I know I'm asking a lot of you.
But if we have each other, we have hope.
Do you trust me?
I'm here, aren't I?
I only want you, Joe.
[Bronte inhales deeply]
And I… [chuckles softly]
I have nothing but you.
[Bronte] If only that wasn't true.
You have become my whole life.
I gotta make a quick call, in case we run out of service.
Okay, here. Can you just check this out?
[Bronte] But maybe that's how I survive this.
Hide my lies behind something deeper.
[line ringing]
- [Will] Justicar! [chuckles] - Hey, Will, it's me.
I know. Hey, buddy.
How's it going?
Starting to feel like a favor dispenser here.
First, it was the fake boat accident for that awful sister-in-law of yours.
Then you call off the fake boat accident. Now it's passports.
I know. I'm a bad friend. I'm sorry.
I was just messing with ya. Working on the passports now.
Gonna take a minute, though.
So just inch your way closer to the border.
Okay. What, uh… What about… the other thing?
Harder. Working on it.
How do you know Henry won't be monitored?
[suspenseful music playing]
I don't, but it's a risk I have to take. He's my son.
I get it. Give me time.
Thank you. Thank you, Will.
Hope when I need it the most. Can't disappear until I can talk to Henry.
I have to tell him no matter what he hears, I'm not abandoning him.
I'll be back.
Onward?
Onward.
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
- ["Bye Bye Love" playing over speakers] - ♪ Bye-bye love… ♪
[Bronte] Oh, for the ladies.
How cynical.
Then again, I've never been more the target demo.
♪ Bye-bye love… ♪
[suspenseful music playing]
[Joe] Oh, fucking shit.
There wasn't anything on the radio about a manhunt,
but sometimes the press are a step behind.
They'd know my face.
- Would they know yours? - [shop bell jingles]
[shop door closes]
- [song continues over speakers] - ♪ And here's the reason… ♪
Fuck.
[tense music playing]
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hey. Do you need help?
[Bronte] Do I?
This could all be over.
What do you mean? I'm fine. [chuckles]
But the second I point a finger, you run.
I don't get answers, and no one will know what you really are.
I guess my… my eyes are bigger than my arms. [chuckles]
[officer] Where you headed?
- Glamping with the gals? - [Bronte chuckles]
Yeah, glamping with the gals.
Well, be careful out there. A lot of predators.
- [liquid pours] - [pot thuds]
Bears. [growls softly]
[chuckles] Right. Got it, thanks.
[shop bell jingles]
[Bronte] No way.
- [door closes] - [pensive music playing]
[music turns melancholic]
Maybe I know how to get the answers I need.
[shop bell jingles]
[suspenseful music playing]
Are you okay?
Yeah, he didn't recognize me or anything.
[breathing shakily]
You're shaking.
Oh… [chuckles] Adrenaline.
Careful, you're gonna get me addicted to this Bonnie and Clyde shit. [chuckles]
[music fades]
You astonish me more every day.
[Bronte chuckles softly]
[suspenseful music playing]
What are you…
- I thought we said essentials? - [chuckles, inhales]
This is nature's perfect food.
Hey. Point of no return.
Drive, bitch.
- ["Guilty as Sin?" playing] - ♪ What if he's written "mine" ♪
♪ On my upper thigh ♪
♪ Only in my mind? ♪
♪ Oh, what a way to die ♪
♪ We never did messy top-lip kiss ♪
♪ How I long for our trysts ♪
♪ Without ever touchin' his skin ♪
♪ How can I be guilty as sin? ♪
[song fades]
Smells piney.
Spoiler, it's the trees. Okay. Okay, you can open your eyes.
- [birds chirping] - [insects trilling]
Oh, fuck.
It's ours. For just a few days.
[suspenseful music playing]
There's no cameras or alarms in the listing photos,
and you can see on the rental site nobody's booked it.
So we're squatting?
We won't be here long.
Think of this as a preview of our castle.
It's cloistered. It's off-grid.
Just add moss.
Stay right there, I'll be right back.
Always lock your windows.
If you'd taken your own advice, we never would have met.
[music turns dramatic]
[music fades]
It's beautiful.
I'll get our bags.
[Bronte] Shit. You felt that.
[soft music playing]
Wait, Joe.
Sorry. [chuckles] Just… Dorito breath.
[Joe] Mmm.
It's perfect.
[Joe] You're perfect.
- Well, I'll get your toothbrush then. - Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
[door opens, closes]
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[Bronte] Of course he's going to want it.
A kiss almost gave me away.
Which means this ends tonight.
[music fades]
- ["Crazy Love" playing over speakers] - ♪ Yeah, when I'm returning ♪
♪ From so far away… ♪
It's gonna be a bit. I got this. You should… You should go write.
Okay.
♪ Yeah, and it make me righteous ♪
♪ Yeah, and it make me whole ♪
[exhales]
♪ Yeah, and it make me mellow Down into my soul ♪
[Bronte] Only a sociopath could write under this much duress.
- [door opens] - [low suspenseful music playing]
[door closes]
But good.
Gives me time to figure out how exactly this is going to go.
Hopefully, without ending up at the bottom of that lake.
[Joe] Hey, Will.
Good news. I've got a guy with passports
who can meet you in Chippewa Bay tomorrow night.
From there it's just a short jaunt and a boat across the border.
[laughs] I can't thank you enough.
Well, you did pay for my house.
Oh, about Henry.
I figured out which server he plays his game on,
so whenever he next jumps on, I can try to connect you two.
But, um, I can't promise anything.
I know it's a long shot,
but stress, trauma, he'll need a retreat. Books, hopefully. Games.
Thank you, Will. Thank you. Oh, the… The names on the passports.
As requested… [inhales] Ezra and Ella.
You're the best. [laughs] You're the best.
[sighs in relief]
[contemplative music playing]
Ezra and Ella are immortal protagonists, life-imitating fiction.
It's almost too neat.
What is this surge of superstition?
- They're in my head. - [imperceptible]
- All those women. - [imperceptible]
Gnawing at my optimism, telling me there's no happily ever after.
But you've changed your entire identity before, for me.
Why would I doubt you'd be willing to do it again?
- Is it okay? - Mm-hmm. Mmm.
[Bronte] You being a legitimately good cook is so fucking grating.
Probably learned this from your first dead wife.
How'd your writing go?
Well, the quiet is nice. Um…
What about your… your book? Do you have a backup somewhere?
Hmm… Only one copy, typewritten, swept in flames.
It's what I get for writing in the most pretentious way possible.
It's all right, I'll… I'll write it up again,
once I know we're safe.
Have you given any thought to how it ends?
- Ezra turns Ella into a vampire. - Hmm.
They… They travel the world together.
Forever?
- That is the point of immortality, yes. - Mm-hmm.
Unless that's bad. Think that's bad? Tell me.
It's just…
Do you… Do you think that's what your protagonist deserves?
[pensive music playing]
What are you saying?
It's just usually there's some kind of reckoning, right?
[cutlery clinking]
And you think that me losing my son, my home, Mooney's, isn't enough?
- Mmm. - Let's drop the pretense here.
Okay, no pretense.
[inhales]
Immortality isn't real, Joe. So, uh, I'm worried about you.
I'm worried about me.
I have a plan.
Plans fall apart.
And dreams die, so…
[scoffs]
Just… [inhales sharply] be honest with me. Do I make it?
In your story?
Do you…
- Bronte, of course. What… - [breathes shakily]
Of course. The most important thing to me is your happiness, your safety.
Yeah, no, I… [hesitates]
Forever is juvenile.
It is. It's a wish.
I am…
I am so sorry.
I'm asking so much of you.
If I seem scared, it's… because I am. [chuckles nervously]
I am too.
[solemn music playing]
You're taking such a chance on me.
I promised you the world,
but I need to remind you all we need is us.
Can I… give you a taste of our future tonight?
- Please let me do that. - [chuckles softly]
["Happier Than Ever" by Billie Eilish playing]
♪ When I'm away from you… ♪
[Joe] Out here, nothing exists but you.
♪ Wish I could explain it better ♪
♪ I wish it wasn't true… ♪
Stand up.
- What? - Trust me.
It's tippy.
I got it, I got it, I got it. Come on.
[chuckles, scoffs]
♪ To think of something clever ♪
[exhales]
♪ To write myself a letter… ♪
Where are you going?
♪ To tell me what to do, mm-mm… ♪
Why am I up here?
So I can see you like this.
I told you I'd put you at the center of the universe.
[chuckles softly]
♪ …you skip my avenue? ♪
♪ When you said you were passin' through ♪
[Bronte] What is wrong with me that I know who you are
and part of me can still feel this good?
But who doesn't love to be loved?
More than justice, more than reality, love is just stronger.
And you weaponize it.
Is this how good Beck felt before you killed her?
Because with you, love has a price.
This is where it was headed the whole time. Peak romance.
♪ And I don't talk shit about you On the Internet ♪
♪ Never told anyone anything bad ♪
♪ 'Cause that shit's embarrassing… ♪
Tell me you want this.
Follow me.
♪ So don't waste the time I don't have ♪
♪ And don't try to make me feel bad ♪
♪ I could talk about every time That you showed up on time ♪
♪ But I'd have an empty line 'Cause you never did ♪
♪ Never paid any mind To my mother or friends, so I ♪
♪ Shut 'em all out for you… ♪
Hey.
[song fades]
[Bronte breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Joe moans]
[Bronte breathing heavily]
[tense music playing]
[Joe] What the fuck?
[music turns dramatic]
Tell me how you killed Guinevere Beck.
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[Bronte breathing heavily]
- Tell me! - [grunts]
[tense music playing]
Just, please, put the gun down. What are you doing?
What I should've done from the beginning.
[Bronte breathing shakily]
Someone got in your head.
No, no, no, someone got you out of my head. Get the fuck back, Joe.
Marienne?
Nadia?
And Kate?
Kate, who you tried to poison me against. You tried to convince me she was crazy.
She tried to imprison and kill me, in actual fact.
You are way too smart for me to pull something like this over on you.
No, no, I'm not.
I'm not, and I'm fine with that because I can finally see myself clearly.
[breathing shakily]
Now, Joe, I need you to answer the question that drew me to you. Okay?
I need the truth.
[Joe] Some part of me knew you buying my lie about Beck was too good to be true.
Guinevere Beck.
The one
I can't outrun.
[sighs] I know you did it. I know you killed her. But…
[sobbing softly]
… how did you do it?
You don't want to know.
Yes, I do! Fucking tell me.
[Bronte sobbing, breathing heavily]
[rattling]
You finished Beck's book after you murdered her, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I could spot your clumsy rewrites before I even met you.
It wasn't enough that you took her life, you had to take her fucking voice too?
You took what was hers. You made it yours.
[clatters]
Redact yourself, take out every fucking word you added.
Then what?
Mission accomplished?
Is this really what you set out to do three years ago? Stop.
Stop pretending this is about Beck.
[scoffs] Since the day we met, Joe, you have… you have been erasing me.
Piece by piece, my intuition, my compass, my self.
The least that I can do… is erase you.
- Do it! - Okay.
[pensive music playing]
[Joe] I cobbled Beck's manuscript together, but it was hers.
Sure, I added a little, made it more cohesive.
It was an apology. An act of love.
Keep fucking going. [sobs]
[Joe] I'm not naive enough to believe I'll convince you of that,
but you could have ended it already.
And you didn't.
The universe conspired to bring us both here, alone.
Call me a fool, but in the canon of epic romances,
bouncing back from a gunpoint confessional is practically a genre staple.
[gentle music plays]
[music fades]
"Didn't you want this?"
"To be loved?"
"Didn't you want him to crown you?" It's Bluebeard's.
She wrote this one in the cage.
It's rough, but, uh, she tapped into something. Resonated.
Yeah, so she has you to thank.
Do you have any idea how fucking twisted you sound?
I didn't say that, but I think I know why you're so afraid of that being true.
Well, I'm uninterested in what you think.
That's a lie.
If you've made up your mind about me, why come all this way?
Why risk so much being here with me alone?
- You could have let me die in a fire. - Will you stop talking?
Why don't you come gag me?
[low pensive music playing]
I think some part of you still needs me.
Before we met, you were lost.
That's something you share with Beck.
Actually, it's what you connected to in her work.
It's a deep fear
of being nobody.
You were scared of me. I… I can see that.
But now I think you're more scared of the absence of me,
because if I'm gone, then
no one will ever love you like I do.
Ever again.
You fixated on me
because you couldn't stand being Louise Flannery any longer.
And so you tricked me over and over and over.
[sputters] And what did I do? I embraced you anyway.
All of you.
And I still do.
Stop.
Bronte.
I think I love you more than you love yourself.
[sniffles, exhales sharply]
[Bronte sighing]
[vibrating]
[gasps, exhales]
Hey!
It's Henry. It could… It could be my son.
Are you fucking kidding?
This is the only chance I have. This isn't about me.
He's young. He's sensitive. He's losing both of his parents right now.
Whatever happens to me next,
I need him to know that he didn't do anything wrong. Please, please.
[cell phone continues vibrating]
[exhales shakily]
- Speaker. - [softly] Thank you.
[tense music playing]
[Joe gasps]
Hello?
Hey, Joe. Henry's online.
- Now a good time? - Yes, yes, please, yes. Put him on.
Wait a few seconds and then go ahead and talk.
Hello? Henry?
Henry, are you there?
Dad?
Hey. Hey, bub.
- [soft music playing] - [chuckles]
Hey, yeah.
It's me. How are you? Where are you?
I'm home with Uncle Teddy.
That's great. That's great.
I miss you… so much. [sighs]
I wish I could give you the biggest hug right now.
I, um… I just… I want to say that I love you.
- [imperceptible] - And I have to figure some things out.
And I… I had to go away for a few days, so…
Can you hear me? [sputters] Henry? Are you there?
What did you do to Mommy?
What?
[somber music playing]
What?
Nothing, bub.
That isn't what Uncle Teddy said.
Well, I'm sure Teddy's just confused. [sputters] What did he say?
Can you hear me, Henry?
Do you remember when you used to tell me there were no monsters in my room?
Yeah. Yeah, of course. Yeah, you were so scared.
You lied.
What are you saying?
It was you.
You're the monster.
[melancholy music playing]
- [line disconnects] - Henry, are you there?
He always was precocious.
You know, his…
his mother said this would happen. Her dying words.
"He'll know what you are."
[sighs]
I love him so much.
[voice breaking] Maybe… Maybe he deserves…
[sobbing] …better than me.
Why?! How?! How did I become this person?!
[punches floor]
I try… I try to love, every time it falls apart!
- [grim music playing] - [Joe sobbing]
It's my son.
[exhales heavily]
It's me.
I'm unlovable.
[breathing shakily]
Is this what I deserve?
I don't know.
I don't know what you deserve, Joe.
Maybe it's not for me to decide, but this…
This is deluded.
You're not the fucking victim.
[Bronte sobbing softly]
[sputters] I'm calling the cops now. This is over. This has to be over.
What makes you think this time will be any different?
I killed your friend on camera and here I am.
Yeah. Here you are, Joe.
Running. Scared.
You know how I know it'll be different?
Because I've turned on you, Joe.
And if I can wake up, so can the world.
[Joe] I have been delusional.
Give me the phone.
[Joe] Putting so much faith in love.
In the universe.
In… her.
Fucking Bronte.
- [both grunt] - [gunshot]
[Joe grunts]
[sinister music playing]
[both grunting]
[Joe screams]
[Bronte grunts]
[Bronte gasps]
[Joe grunts]
[Bronte groans] No.
- [grunts] - [Joe groans]
[both grunting]
[both straining]
[gunshot]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[panting]
[whimpering]
[breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasping]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[panting]
[thunder rumbling distantly]
- [tense music playing] - [gasping]
Fuck.
Okay. [groans]
Fuck. Come on. Come on. [sobs]
No.
Fuck.
[breathing shakily]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunting]
No, no, no, come on.
God!
[breathing heavily]
[music intensifies]
[running footsteps approaching]
[music fades]
[grunting]
[woman] 911, what's your emergency?
[whimpering]
[sinister music playing]
[Joe] When I fucked up your ankle,
it was just to keep you around long enough so we could talk.
- [bone cracks] - [whimpers]
I didn't actually think that it would help me kill you one day.
[panting]
Oh, fuck, of course it was you.
[Bronte gasps]
It was always gonna end this way, wasn't it?
No, no, it didn't have to!
But you're ungrateful! You're spiteful!
I made you special, Bronte,
and you're too selfish to know how good you've had it!
There it is. There it is, Joe.
That's the real you.
You pathetic misogynist.
[exhales]
[Bronte gasping, grunting]
[both grunting]
[sinister music continues]
[Bronte whimpering]
You want to know how I killed Beck?
I'll show you.
No.
- [groans] - [grunts]
[gasping]
[screams]
[grunts, shrieks]
[Joe groaning]
The fuck?
[dramatic music playing]
[muffled gasping]
[somber music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[Joe] Goodbye, Bronte.
[siren wailing distantly]
- [panting] - [suspenseful music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[panting]
[officer 1 over radio] That is confirmation on the vehicle.
I repeat, we have confirmation on the vehicle.
[officer 2] One Adam Six. Copy that.
[twig snaps]
[suspenseful music continues]
[both grunting]
[Joe breathing heavily]
[sirens approaching]
[officer 3] Give me a status on the cell phone. Do we have closure?
[officer 4] One Adam Six.
[officer 3] Copy that. We have closure on cell phone.
The house is clear. I repeat, the house is clear.
[officer 5] Yeah, push forward.
[officer 6] Yes, sir.
[officer 3] Tighten the perimeter slowly. Tighten it up.
[suspenseful music continues]
[sirens wailing]
[gun cocking]
[officer 7] We need the search tight!
[grim music playing]
[Bronte groans]
It's over, Joe.
Please, they're coming.
Kill me.
Oh, you would fucking love that, wouldn't you? No way.
I deserve it.
You know you have it in you!
Please.
You're more like me than you want to admit. Come on.
Come on. For all the lives I've taken, and you,
you get to be the one who kills me, Bronte.
This is how our story ends.
My name is Louise.
No, I'm done. I am done, Joe.
And I have been asking myself over and over, "Why?"
And I finally… I see it clearly now.
[exhales]
The fantasy of a man like you
is how we cope with the reality of a man like you.
- Kill me. Kill me, please. - No.
Kill me! Kill me, please!
No, no, no, you are gonna live the rest of your life alone.
Louise… Louise, I can't.
I know it's scary for you, isn't it?
A trial and a jury and the crime scene photos.
The faces and the bodies of the sons and daughters that you murdered.
They are all gonna see you, Joe, and you are going to have to see yourself.
[grim music continues]
[music fades]
- [gunshot echoes] - [Joe groans]
[officer 8] Shots fired! Shots fired!
[dramatic music playing]
[Joe groaning]
[screaming]
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music continues]
[music fades]
["Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John playing]
[camera shutters clicking]
[reporters clamoring]
♪ When are you gonna come down? ♪
♪ When are you going to land? ♪
[Louise] In the end, Joe Goldberg was made to see all of himself.
The trial was messy,
the evidence horrific, and the truth undeniable.
Although I suspect the real reason the public turned on him
is that I accidentally turned him into a walking dick joke.
♪ This boy's too young to be singing ♪
♪ The blues ♪
[Louise] After his conviction for the murders of Love Quinn
and Guinevere Beck,
allegations snowballed, turned into more convictions.
One thing's clear, Joe Goldberg will never be free again.
[podcaster] Benjamin "Benji" Ashby III,
first degree murder, life without parole.
Peach Salinger, first degree murder, life without parole.
Don't forget Dr. Nicky, conviction vacated.
[Phoenix] We didn't do it alone.
Louise, Joe's survivors, all the Internet detectives.
And we're not done.
Yeah, not to shock you, but there are other Joes out there.
Tell me more.
[Louise] When Joe was gone, we all had to process his impact on us.
- Nadia Fareedi returned to writing. - [imperceptible]
And teaching.
Uses her gifts to help other women process their own trauma.
Charges against Harrison Jacobs
for the murder of his wife Reagan were dropped.
That himbo was in jail for 48 hours
and somehow managed to emerge with a prison tattoo.
Maddie Lockwood was tried for both arson and her sister's murder.
Circumstances being what they were, she didn't have to serve time.
She went to rehab for her pill addiction,
gave her sister a $2 million Viking funeral in Long Island Sound.
[imperceptible]
And now she's expecting… twins.
After surviving what The Post lazily and inaccurately called Bronte's Inferno,
Kate Lockwood was reborn.
She wears her scars like a badge. Not pride.
Penance.
[Kate] So what are we celebrating this time?
Well, as of about an hour ago,
the Lockwood Corporation has become 100% nonprofit.
- You fucker. - [Teddy laughs]
- Dad is rolling in his grave. - Roll away.
I want to make a toast.
To Teddy.
For being exactly who you are.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
[Louise] Sometimes making the world a better place
means giving up your piece of it.
Kate left the C-suite in the rearview, returning to her first love,
art,
championing the work of an artist who holds a special place in her heart.
With Joe behind bars, Marienne Bellamy stopped fearing exposure.
The world sees her talent, loves her.
Excuse me, are you laughing at the way that I say scallywag?
- No. - It does look like you're laughing.
[Louise] Someday, Henry Goldberg will ask someone to love him.
To trust that they're safe doing so.
Not because he's his father's blood.
He'll just have to decide what kind of man he wants to be.
It didn't take long to pull Joe's "contributions"
out of Beck's book.
[shop bell jingles]
And the newly redacted version is more popular,
more praised, more cutting, more imperfect.
More Beck.
♪ Where the dogs of society howl ♪
[Louise] But like so many others, she still won't get the chance
to make what she wanted to make of her life.
Joe stole that from them.
In their honor, we make the most of ours.
Joe was wrong about me.
My life doesn't boil down to before and after him.
Every day that passes, he shrinks.
Eventually, he'll just be some asshole I dated.
I still have no idea who I want to be. But I can't wait to find out.
[song ends]
[indistinct chatter]
[Joe] So… in the end,
my punishment is even worse than I imagined.
The loneliness. Oh, my God.
The loneliness.
No hope of being held.
Knowing this is forever.
It's unfair.
Putting all of this on me.
Aren't we all just products of our environment?
Hurt people hurt people.
I never stood a chance.
[officer] Goldberg.
[Joe] Ah, yes.
Another fan.
Why am I in a cage when these crazies write me
all the depraved things they want me to do to them?
["Creep (Very 2021 Rmx)" by Thom Yorke feat. Radiohead playing]
Maybe we have a problem as a society.
Maybe we should fix what's broken in us.
♪ You're so very special ♪
Maybe the problem isn't me.
Maybe…
it's you.
♪ And I'm a creep ♪
♪ I wanna have control ♪
♪ I want a perfect body ♪
♪ Run ♪