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All right, babes.

We made it to LA.

Fresh off the plane.

I can't wait

to show you guys around.

Answer call.

Hi, Mom. I told you I'd call you

when I got settled in.

I wanted to know

you landed safely.

-I saw you on Instagram.

-So clearly I'm okay.

I know. I know.

It's just that I'm almost there.

Hannah is a nice girl.

Why did you have to move?

Mom, she was driving me crazy.

Can we please just drop it?

Everyone drives you crazy.

I really don't want to talk

about this right now.

I just need this, okay?

This is just a very big move.

You don't have to stay there

if you don't --

I got to go.

I'm here.

I love you.

-Be nice.

-Bye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

That's what I said.

Excuse me.

I-I need to get through here.

...exciting episode

of TechNicki Speaking.

With our growing ability...

Hey, Ayla.

The door code is 8832.

I'll be with you in a minute.

It's your influence-her host,

back with another

exciting episode

of TechNicki Speaking,

your number-one tech podcast,

geared to keeping you

up to date

on the latest technology

and marketing trends,

And I'm your host, Nicki Sun.

Already on the rise,

with rave reviews

but with many

contrasting opinions,

we are taking a deeper dive

into the latest

communications app, Sync.

Joining us today,

we have CEO Gina Diamantis.

-Welcome!

-Hello.

-Thank you for having me.

-Oh, it's my pleasure.

I mean, us women

need to sync up together.

That's a good pun.

I'll give you that one.

All right.

Well, let's get right into it.

For those who have not yet

heard the buzz, what is Sync?

Sync is the next best form

of human interaction.

It's a new and better way

of communicating

and understanding one another

by syncing our minds.

That sounds amazing --

and also terrifying.

Oh, but fear is

what I'm trying to eliminate.

It's the root of such things

as racism, bigotry,

and overall

human misunderstanding.

With the ability to sync

with one another,

we can't help but find

an understanding, a closeness

that one can't achieve

by just our words alone.

You made it.

-Hi!

-Sorry. I was on a call.

f*ck can't do anything

without me.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Am I interrupting your workday?

No, no, no.

You're good.

This place is so, so nice.

Right?

I'm so happy you're here.

Please have a seat.

Can I get you something

to drink?

Maybe a cup of coffee?

Only if you have a pot brewing.

You should try this sh*t.

Ashwagandha.

-Ashwa what?

-Ashwagandha.

Helps bring me equanimity

during the day.

Yeah. Sure.

I'll try it.

Dude, how wild is this?

-I know. How is this even real?

-It's not.

We're all just living

in the matrix.

Speaking of which,

are you chipped?

The f*ck I am.

Want to scan me?

Only to make sure

you aren't a clone.

Be my guest.

I didn't know

you were originally from Iowa.

Even I forget sometimes.

Oh, you're a Virgo!

That's my moon.

The abominable signs sh*t?

Astrology?

I mean,

I'm not religious about it.

Just fun.

Okay.

My turn.

Girl.

How many years has it been?

Definitely over a decade.

Crazy.

I'm sorry we didn't really keep

in touch.

Don't be. Mom kept me

in private Catholic schools.

It's honestly better

you didn't know me then.

Yeah.

I can relate.

High school was

a complete nightmare.

Oh, I loved it.

Really loved pissing off

the nuns.

-Good, yeah?

-Mm.

Mm-hmm.

So, other than getting

a little taller

and growing some boobs,

not much has changed.

And we're both chipped.

Yeah. It's really cool.

We both are.

Well, I mean, I'm in tech,

so it'd be weird if I didn't.

But yeah, it's not something

everybody can afford.

No.

Not at all.

I was lucky to get sponsored

to do it.

-Sponsored?

-Yeah. As an influencer.

Ah.

What do you do again?

I'm a cloud engineer.

f*ck me.

I got to go check on something.

Give me a sec.

Incoming call from unknown.

Choose to answer.

Incoming call from unknown.

Sorry, Ayla.

Are you okay for few minutes?

Yes!

sh*t.

Hel-- Hello?

Oh, my God.

-So you're alive?

-Hannah?

I'm seriously worried

about you.

I just -- I just want to know

that you're okay.

Yeah.

I'm -- I'm fine.

Look.

I'm...I'm sorry that we fought.

But don't let your anxiety

get the best of you

and just run away

like an insane person.

Just come home, Ayla.

We can still fix this.

-I...

-Hello?

Hannah, I can't do this.

Please stop calling me,

texting me, DM'ing me.

I got to go.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't

the only brain in the office.

What was that about?

Oh.

Aggressive cybermarketer.

Come. Let me show you

the rest of the space.

Yeah. I was a nightmare

to my parents.

But The Grudge

is my absolute favorite.

Oh, my God.

I f*cking love horror films.

Oh, so you're not a p*ssy.

I mean, I still get squeamish

at the sight of blood

and f*cking scary sh*t,

but Michael Myers can be Daddy.

I guess what I'm trying to say

is I probably like thrillers

more.

Mm. Oh. Do you remember

the movie The Lobster?

Was that the weird film

where, like, if you didn't find

your soul mate,

-you got turned into an animal?

-Mm-hmm.

I feel like he really nailed

what love is, you know?

Like us trying to find

our lobster and sh*t.

I mean, remember when

he pretended to be a psychopath

just so he could match

with that psychopath woman?

Like, how often in relationships

do we try to be like the person

we're in a relationship with?

Or more so, become them.

Like, it's interesting

in that movie

that you had to have something

exactly like the other person

or you wouldn't match.

Unity in relationships

is so important.

You should, at the core,

be like your partner.

I mean, otherwise,

what the f*ck are we doing?

I mean, the Christian

and the atheist,

the Democrat and the Republican,

it just doesn't work.

I think you're being

too black-and-white about it.

No. It doesn't work

or someone has to change.

It's better to be

the bigger person and leave

than try to change someone.

What about challenging

perspectives?

That's what friendships are for.

-You're impossible.

-No.

I've just been there

and done that, and it sucks.

There are repercussions

to relationships.

Ooh!

That's deep.

Who's broken your heart?

First love?

First...f*ck?

Sorry.

I-I don't mean to pry.

Yeah, you do.

Fine.

I want to know.

No.

It was, um, a friend.

She's no longer around.

Oh -- Oh, my God.

I am so, so sorry.

-I don't...

-Okay.

It's just why I don't really

like to talk to anyone about it.

Yeah, I can understand.

You can understand.

I just mean, like, why you don't

want to talk about it.

Well, you did corner me.

It was cute.

Uh, I did.

Um, I'm terrible.

I'm sorry again.

Well, now you owe me

an explanation.

Who broke your heart?

Oh.

-Never been in love.

-Okay. That's a lie.

You literally have a broken-

heart tattoo on your wrist.

Um, it's a broken heart from,

like, a best-friend necklace.

So not an ex.

Best friends can break

your heart, too.

Definitely. It's a loss people

don't normally acknowledge.

I got it with my best friend,

who has the other half tattooed

on her wrist.

But we're not friends anymore.

That's really shitty.

I'm sorry.

We were also roommates

in Brooklyn, so...

Ooh. No.

That's the worst.

It's like...

...I hate her...

but I also miss her, too.

Well, best thing

we can do for ourselves

is to try and move on.

Yeah.

You're right.

You're really pretty.

Oh.

Thank you.

These lights are such a vibe.

I know.

I love them.

-Are you seeing anyone?

-No.

I am a single woman content with

my solitude and bottles of wine.

I'm single as f*ck.

Oh, yeah?

I mean, it's nearly impossible

to make any connections

these days.

-Like, real ones.

-Yeah.

-You should see my DMs.

-Dude, in this city,

I mean, everyone's so stuck

inside their heads.

Like, I don't really mind

that much,

but it doesn't hurt

to be acknowledged.

Give me a good old-fashioned

Brooklyn "f*ck you"

-or something.

-Yes!

A little aggression

to get the blood pumpin'.

Yes!

Okay. What's going on?

Do you need to take that?

No. No.

Is it the cybermarketer

from earlier?

I mean,

you seem pretty tense about it.

It's her.

The friend I was

just telling you about.

She won't leave me alone.

Okay.

Give me your phone.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

I have created a cyber blocker

for your cyberstalker.

And now I think

you should download this.

I heard about this.

All the major influencers

are starting to sync up.

But isn't this part

of the major problem?

You know,

less human-to-human interaction.

I mean, arguably,

it's more nuanced.

But like with everything new in

tech, this is only phase three.

Social media was part

of Web 2.0,

which was huge

for the gig economy

and basically sounds like

what you do.

I'm sure people had

their concerns

with replacing

hand-production methods

when the Industrial Revolution

was happening.

Ultimately, it led to higher

household income

and better quality of life.

This is the tech revolution,

babe.

Never thought of it like that.

Anyway, f*ck those b*tches.

You and I should do it!

A new chapter for us

and a reunion for old friends.

-Let's sync up.

-Yes.

Yes! Okay.

Let me see. Let me see.

Okay.

Pair with your partner.

"Answer these questions.

"Sync takes 72 hours

to complete."

Blah, blah, blah.

And...all right.

-Let's get this party started!

-Do it!

Oh. No, no, no.

Mm.

Vodka.

Polish.

We do proper shot.

-Okay.

-Mm-hmm.

-Cheers, b*tch.

-Cheers.

There you are, you b*tch.

What, you think

you can just leave

and I wouldn't come find you?

What kind of friend

do you think I am?

What happened to her?

I am beautiful.

I deserve happiness and joy.

I'm in control

of my own thoughts.

It's your influence-her host,

back with another exciting

episode of TechNicki Speaking.

With our growing

telepathic abilities with Sync,

we're talking about

audience building

like we've never seen before.

I mean, after our show,

I actually synced my mind

with the CEO Gina Diamantis,

and oh, my gosh.

The things that she

thinks about -- wild!

Did you pour yourself a cup?

Yes.

It's like you read my mind.

Well, after last night,

I don't even remember

going to bed.

Yeah.

I passed out.

Do you feel anything yet?

No, I don't think so.

It's definitely

a gradual process.

But let me know

when to make another pot.

Devin, make me more coffee.

Don't make me regret this.

Good morning

from this sunny LA.

Let's begin our stretch sesh

together.

You scared me.

Devin?

Devin?

Hello?

Devin?

Pause music.

-Sorry?

-You mind keeping it down?

Don't mind me.

Just wanted to do the dishes.

Oh. No. I'm sorry.

I was gonna do them.

It's okay.

I needed a break.

But if it's disturbing you...

I'm just trying to get through

my live meditation session,

and the clanking isn't vibing.

I see.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

It's just my work.

My fol-- My -- My work.

Uh...whatever.

It's going to be fine.

Thank God it's Friday.

Yes.

Very happy about that.

I'm supposed to meet up

with this guy

who had slid into my DMs,

like, a while ago.

And now that he knows

I live here,

he wants to meet me in person.

But I don't know

if I'm feeling it.

Don't.

Hang out with me instead.

Okay.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Devin, where are you?

Still here.

Oh. Turn around. Come on.

-Ow! That's my foot!

-Sorry.

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

I see it. I see it!

Get down slowly.

Remember, it senses movement.

It's right behind me, isn't it?

Oh, my God. I think I just

peed myself a little.

Sorry.

I thought you could handle it.

-You're an as*h*le.

-What?

We were so close to getting out.

Oh, my God.

That was terrifying.

-Wine?

-Please!

Oh.

I needed this.

Yeah. I figured.

You seemed stressed earlier.

Mm.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

I've just been getting hate

from the New Yorkers.

For moving here.

Is this what you really

want to do?

What, be an influencer?

I mean, yeah.

I get a ton of freedom.

Yeah, but has it really

given you freedom?

Yeah!

I get to work from wherever

and with brands that I love.

Yeah, but you're a sl*ve

to your followers,

exposing yourself to them

in exchange for their opinions

and rules.

I mean,

that's not entirely true.

But the part that is true

is ugly

and worth being accounted for.

I mean, you're young.

You just moved

to an exciting city.

Allow yourself to be open

to more than just

what your followers think.

Who's that?

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

sh*t!

I invited that guy over!

I am so sorry, Dev.

I honestly didn't think

he would actually come.

Mm. It's fine.

-You don't mind, right?

-No. I'm fine.

I mean...you can hang with us.

Mm. Definitely not.

You go ahead.

I'll be in my room.

Well, hello, Miss New York.

I thought you were gonna

hang me out to dry.

Oh, no, no.

Come on in.

Is this an NFT?

It's f*cking ugly.

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe.

It's my roommate's.

Yeah. It's, uh, it's an iso

for a pretty nice place.

"Pretty nice"?

Well, you know, for being

out here in the wop-wops.

What's wrong

with downtown LA?

My dear, you have lots to learn.

Do you mind?

Uh, no.

Go ahead.

I'm sure my roommate won't mind.

Is she here?

Yeah, but she's cool.

Oh.

-Where do you live again?

-Santa Monica.

Beautiful sky-rise, tenth floor,

overlooking the ocean.

No roommates.

Well, after the day I've had,

I am glad to be here with you,

beautiful.

Cheers.

Cheers.

-Tough day at work?

-Nah.

I spent all day on the phone

with my car dealership

'cause I bought this Bimmer

last week, right?

It hasn't turned up yet.

You know, like,

you'd expect a bit of gratitude.

But it's just -- I mean, even

when I spoke to the guy, right?

He was just such a d*ck

about it.

It's f*cking ridiculous.

I mean, what's happened to

good quality customer service?

You know what I mean?

-Ayla?

-Um...

...it must be nice to be getting

a sweet new ride, though.

That's not the point.

It's not ethical

what they're doing.

I mean, when my dad has been

a loyal customer for so long,

it's just...

-What an as*h*le.

Uh, got it?

Uh, I'm -- I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling well.

Uh...no.

We're good.

Maybe hit me up another time.

Maybe we meet at mine.

Yikes.

I see how it is.

This isn't my fault.

This is exactly how you treat

people you care about.

Hannah, shut up.

I'm sorry, okay?

-Just leave me alone.

-Fine.

But you won't be able

to replace me.

And no one will ever care

about you as much as me.

I'm your best friend!

Don't worry.

I got you.

Just stay with me.

Help!

Someone help us!

Come on, girl.

Stay with me.

Who are you?

Mar-- Margy.

Margy, wake up!

Margy.

My thoughts are slowing down.

My breathing is anchored

from within my core,

and these breaths are relaxing

to my mind and my body.

As my mind and my body

begin to relax,

I can problem-solve

more effectively.

I am reclaiming my power.

My peace is my power.

Thank you.

This looks amazing.

Ah.

She needs her coffee.

Please.

You okay there?

Yeah.

Just had myself a night.

Did he stay over?

No. I'm not even sure

I want to see him again.

Except maybe to see

his nice place.

Could you hear us?

-Hear you?

-Talking.

I hope we weren't being

too loud.

No.

Eat up.

I got seconds coming.

Or else, I guess...compost.

Shut up and give a damn

about the environment.

See? We're already arguing

like an old married couple.

This is bliss.

Do you think we could dream

of people we haven't met

or places we haven't been to

or seen?

I always believed dreams

were just recycled versions

of our own memories.

I mean, you're forgetting

about all the things

our brain is subconsciously

taking inventory of.

There's no way to measure

the data of our subconscious,

and that's why some people think

they're experiencing dj vu.

There's no such thing.

It's just temporal-lobe

epilepsy.

Oh.

I was a psych major before

I switched to computer science.

Human behavior and the mind

fascinate me.

Are you a right-brain

or left-brain kind of person?

See, that's another stupid thing

people say.

I mean, it's a theory,

not a fact

and actually anatomically

incorrect.

The prefrontal

and posterior parts of the brain

are perhaps a better way

to put it.

See, the front of the brain

mediates intellectual function,

and the back of the brain

controls visual association

and understanding of language.

So a visual person

is actually a back-of-the-brain

kind of person?

Yeah.

That's what it is.

Anyway,

I'd better get back to work.

Are you gonna be modeling

today?

No, but I do have some

product reviews I should do.

I'll be in my room.

Let me know

if you need anything.

Sounds good.

Oh.

Almost forgot this.

Activated new session.

Analyzing user data.

Stress levels are high.

A 40% increase

of cortisol levels

from the previous session.

Your session is beginning now.

Hello, Ayla.

I can tell you're feeling

a bit stressed today.

Something is bothering you.

What is it?

-Ayla?

-Yes.

I can tell

that you're distracted.

Yes.

Um, I, um...

Well, my roommate and I,

we started the sync.

The mind sync?

Yes.

It's...

Please find stillness and speak

when you're comfortably ready.

It's this new app for people

who've been chipped

to, like, communicate by...

mind-syncing.

Kind of like how you and I

can understand each other.

I see. Sync communications app,

founded by Gina Diamantis.

Is this sync overwhelming

for you?

Maybe.

It's just I'm having these

nightmares of Hannah again.

I'm sorry that is happening

again.

It's just they're more intense,

and...

and then there's

this other girl.

Maybe I should stop this.

It's just we were having

a wine night...

A combination

of antidepressants and alcohol

will affect your judgment,

coordination,

motor skills, and reaction time

more than alcohol alone.

Some combinations may make

you sleepy.

This can impair your ability

to drive

or do other tasks that require

focus and attention.

You may become sedated

or feel drowsy.

Source -- Mayo Clinic.

Sorry.

We were bonding.

Six indoor bonding activities

for adult.

Take a cooking class.

Start a book club.

Take a dance class.

Sign up for trivia.

Join an intramural league.

Volunteer.

Um, okay.

Okay.

Remember to do

your breathing exercises

when you're having

overwhelming thoughts.

Goodbye.

Session complete.

-Margy.

-Someone help us!

Margy.

Margy, wake up!

Knock, knock.

-Hi!

-This came for you today.

It's from her, isn't it?

I don't understand how she got

this address.

Tear it up.

She'll stop when she knows she

can't get ahold of you at all.

You're right.

I need to stop letting her

get to me.

You okay?

Were you talking to yourself

in here?

Oh. No.

I was talking to my therapist.

-Oh.

-Yeah.

It's amazing how accessible

it is these days.

You know,

with AI and everything.

I suppose it helps some people

the same way religion does.

Why do you go to therapy?

You know, I get

really bad anxiety sometimes.

Like, it just comes out

of nowhere.

-But coding helps calm me down.

-Yeah.

That's why I go to therapy --

for my anxiety.

I get it.

I never shared that

with anyone before.

It's stupid.

I just feel like I'm being

dramatic.

But the feelings I get sometimes

are so intense,

I feel like I can't breathe,

like legit I'm going to pass out

and die.

It's terrifying.

I almost died

in a terrible accident once.

Since then, I feel like that's

spurred on some attacks for me.

I'm sorry.

But -- But see?

I feel like such a p*ssy.

Yeah.

What's your deal?

I'm kidding.

Your feelings are valid.

It's what my therapist says.

Well, you can be 100% open

with me.

Why do you think you have it?

I'm asking 'cause I'm gonna

pick up on the energy stronger

once the sync is complete.

It's better I know now

so I can handle it.

You're right.

I...I didn't think of that.

Um, but I really don't know

why I get it.

I take medications,

so don't worry about finding me

passed out anywhere.

-Come on, Ayla.

-What?

I'm gonna know.

We are mind-syncing.

Well, what about you?

What about me?

Shouldn't I know more

about this accident?

Was it a car accident?

Maybe we jumped on the mind sync

a little too quickly.

No! No, no, no.

I am so sorry.

I just really don't know

why I get anxiety attacks.

But honestly, I haven't had any

since I got here.

Okay. Well, maybe we can chat

more when I'm off the clock.

Yeah.

Sure.

Get out!

-You okay?

-Yeah. Just saw a spider.

sh*t.

Are you okay?

You can still come home.

Yeah.

I'm doing fine.

Something is bothering you.

You can call me again later.

Mom, why did you give her

my address?

What address?

Who?

Hannah.

You gave her my address.

You're the only person

from back home who knows it.

Ayla, she ask me,

and I just hate how two of you

ended things.

She is a good girl.

That's besides the point.

Mom, uh, I got to go.

This is childish.

She's being an adult

and trying to reach out.

Mom, I-I really got to go.

My -- My coffee is ready.

I'll call you back later.

Ayla.

Hey.

Are you okay?

You shouldn't be here.

Where am I?

You shouldn't be here.

I don't understand.

I need you to do something

for me.

Take me away from her.

Ayla.

Ayla.

Ayla.

Ayla.

Ayla.

Oh, good.

It works.

What?

Well, we're about halfway

through the sync,

so we can communicate

mentally now.

It's, like, a weird feeling,

but if you just concentrate,

I can say your name

and you can hear me.

Here.

Let me try again.

Ayla.

Ayla.

-Can you hear me?

-Yes.

Yes!

I heard you.

Oh, my God.

This is so insane.

I didn't think it would be

like this.

It's almost like we can hear

each other's

emotional instincts.

I know.

This is so f*cking cool.

Nice wig.

Want to try on the blue?

Mm.

Yes.

Obsessed.

Wait.

Let's take a selfie.

-Just don't tag me, okay?

-What?

-I'm just private.

-But your profile is public.

Well, I still like to keep

my personal life private.

-Oh. The pizza's here.

-That sounds so good.

I forgot to feed myself today.

I figured, so I got us vegan.

You did that for me?

No real cheese for you, doll.

Try it again.

Yes. Yes. I hear you.

Again.

I do. Who knew I could learn

Polish this way?

This is crazy.

Keep going.

Blue. Come on.

You can do better than that.

Figured it out

while riding my bike.

And by fifth grade,

after seeing some soft-core

HBO porn,

it was a swift jump

down the rabbit hole.

I think in the fifth grade

I still believed

I only had two holes,

and I was literally living

in fear that my future baby

would be birthed

via my pee hole.

Okay. Okay.

More Polish.

M...Margaret?

Margy?

So you can see her now?

Yeah. I didn't know where

it was coming from at first.

But then I figured

it was coming from you.

Interesting.

What have you been seeing?

Nothing, really.

Just fragments of her.

Was she your friend?

Yes.

You must really miss her.

I do.

She was my best friend.

The accident

would've never happened.

She just...

God, she was stubborn.

I loved that about her.

But there are certain things

you say that can't be unsaid

and certain things you do

that can't be undone.

Was...it a car accident?

She just wouldn't...

f*ck.

She just wouldn't what?

She was arguing with me,

and...she wouldn't calm down.

And I'm just trying to keep

my eyes on the road.

It was awful.

You know, she might be the cause

of some of your anxiety.

Like it's her trying to get

inside our heads.

sh*t.

I-I'm sorry again.

And it's Hannah, right?

The friend that you abandoned.

I can see her, probably like

how you can see Margy,

and I just get this feeling

of abandonment.

-It's sad --

-Stop. Stop.

Why does everyone point

the finger at me?

-What do you know?

-Ayla, calm down.

I'm not judging you.

I'm just trying to understand.

I mean, in almost less than

24 hours, I'm gonna need you

to be completely open

and honest with me.

Without honesty,

our relationship is meaningless.

I can see you for you,

and I know you didn't mean

to hurt her.

She was my best friend.

My only friend.

And because I didn't want to do

everything she did

or if, like, I wanted to

hang out with other people,

she would just make me feel

so f*cking guilty all the time.

I just grew tired of feeling

that way.

Maybe those feelings of guilt

are personal

to how you're choosing

to handle the situation

and not what she

actually intended.

But she kind of just sounds

like she really cares.

She was suffocating me!

Yes, she would have gladly done

anything for me.

But I have to be

my own f*cking person

and make my own

f*cking decisions.

You know, in any relationship,

both individuals have to be

willing to give themselves up.

I mean, why even have a partner,

a best friend?

That sounds like

unhealthy codependency.

Codependency is different

than loyalty.

Y-Yeah, but at a certain point,

I don't see how loyalty means

losing a sense of self.

That's your insecurity talking.

Insecurity of what?

Control.

You know what?

f*ck this.

Ayla, wait.

You can't cut me out.

You need to stop running away

from conflict.

This back-and-forth we're having

is healthy for you.

You need to deal with

your emotions.

Look. I just mean we're in this

together now, okay?

And we can help each other heal

from our past friendships.

I just need to be sure

you can communicate with me.

You've been hurt.

I've been hurt.

Let's work on this together.

What do you mean?

I clearly misjudged

your circumstance with Hannah.

I don't know what kind of things

you might be seeing with Margy,

but I'm sure it's not

all butterflies and roses.

So let's just give each other

space to talk.

Yeah.

Stop!

What's wrong?

-Don't do this!

-Ayla, are you okay?

Why are you yelling at me?

I'm not saying anything.

Get out!

That.

You don't hear that?

No.

Maybe this sync stuff

is overwhelming me.

C-Can we stop it?

N-No.

It's gonna be okay.

But we can, right?

Of course. Just --

Let's -- Let's give it a try.

I mean, look how much closer

we've already gotten.

Why don't you just get

some sleep

and then tomorrow, if you're

still feeling weird, we'll stop.

Okay?

Okay.

Trust me.

Sleep will do you good.

I'm used to overworking

my brain, but rest will help.

Night.

Devin?

Yeah?

Why would Margaret be trying to

get into our heads?

I think for those

that have left us,

they can only really exist

in our memories.

It's the only thing

keeping them alive.

Margy!

Margy, come out and talk to me!

If you could only own up

to your mistakes.

-My mistakes?

-I know it was an accident.

But...was your pride

worth losing me?

I think you're confused.

Stop doing that!

Just admit it!

You can't leave me here

a prisoner!

Let go of her.

She's coming for you.

She'll live inside you forever.

Who?

What are you talking about?

Your thoughts hold

empty threats.

Run.

Run.

I didn't mean to startle you.

But now that you're awake...

we need to talk.

Look.

It's a simple request.

I just need you to stop

seeing Margy.

Okay?

See, these dreams you're having

are no good.

They'll only confuse you.

I just want what's best for you.

Now tell me you'll do that.

Come on, Ayla.

A simple yes.

Say it.

Come on, Ayla.

Say yes!

Yes!

Yo.

Look.

It's real!

So, this is my book,

and I'm holding it in my hands.

Oh, my God.

I am so excited

to share more about

this new project with you guys.

I've been slaving away on it

for the last six months.

Uh, more information soon.

Yo!

Look.

It's real!

So, this is my book,

and I'm holding it in my hands.

Oh, my God.

I am so excited

to share more about

this new project with you guys.

I've been slaving away on it

for the last six months.

Uh, more information soon.

-Devin?

-Yeah. It's just me.

I'm sorry.

I can get out.

No. No.

Stay.

I just wanted to apologize

for last night.

I feel like I came off

too strong.

Can you pass me the body wash?

It's actually insane

what California's

water compliance code is

for showerheads.

Did you know that there are

only 1.5 gallons of water

coming out

of this little spigot?

That's when you know a man

is running sh*t.

A bald man.

How do you know

about all of that?

The building wouldn't let me

change out my showerhead,

and when I went to fight it,

I found out why.

Switch with me?

Anyway, you know what they say.

Save water.

Shower together.

Well, again, I'm sorry.

How are you feeling today?

Did you have

a good therapy session?

Uh, you could hear us?

No.

I figured you might have.

Oh. Good.

What'd you talk about?

Nothing, really.

We shared how the transfer

is going.

How is it going?

Are you feeling better today?

Great.

I'm glad.

Breathe.

We're syncing.

I'll let you finish up in here.

I wax.

New session activated.

Analyzing.

Begin.

Begin!

Beginning session.

Hello, Ayla.

Anxiety levels are --

She just hopped in the shower

with me.

Sorry.

I did not understand that.

I'm literally in the nude,

naked, s-showering,

and she just --

she just came in!

I just -- I just don't

understand what just happened.

That-- That's weird, right?

Sounds like she made you

uncomfortable.

Did she cross

a personal boundary?

-Yes!

-Ayla...

calmly sit down

and find a relaxing position.

Seated.

You need to have a conversation

where you calmly discuss

your boundaries.

Uh-huh.

Communication is the key.

Okay.

Thanks.

Bye.

f*ck.

What's wrong?

I thought you got your period

there for a second.

There.

You're okay.

Thank you.

What the f*ck?

Book signing, 1:00 p.m. today.

-Hi.

-Hi.

My name is Ayla Ackerman,

and I brought you some coffee.

I know you just had

a-a live book read.

Congratulations on your book,

by the way.

Um, I would love to have

a moment of your time

to just pick your brain

and, um...

Sorry I'm so f*cking awkward.

I've been waiting for you.

Let's find a bench.

She would say I was dead.

b*tch.

I'm sorry.

She only implied it.

But she didn't bother

correcting me either.

You don't know Devin like I do.

This makes perfect sense.

We're all just fictional

characters in Devin's book.

And...if it's not

her happy ending,

well, your chapter ends

right there.

Somehow, though, I'm convinced

she doesn't even want one.

She can't be happy.

Why lie and say you're dead?

Look at my face.

She's the reason

I look like this.

Hot mess.

How did she say I died?

A car accident.

Unbelievable.

Let's just leave everything in

but the actual truth.

We were driving on Mulholland.

We like to smoke

at the lookout spot.

I mean, who doesn't?

And I was particularly anxious

that day because...

...we had decided to sink.

I think she could sense it.

I think that's why she suggested

we go up there.

But...

But on the way down...

I let my feelings out about it,

and s-she did not take it well.

Any normal person would get it.

Okay.

Let's just stop.

I swear, I c-- I can't follow

her when she gets like that.

She was suddenly adamant

that I needed to apologize,

that I-I didn't trust her.

She was threatening to pull over

'cause she'd been insulted.

She was just driving so fast

and so mad.

And I was begging her

to just slow down,

and that's when she swerved

out of control.

Hit an oncoming car.

And we were in a convertible.

And I was high, so...

I'd forgotten to buckle up.

Flipped forward.

Grated my face

along the asphalt.

Not being buckled

actually saved me...

'cause I would have been

crushed.

Oh, my God.

But she...she gets to walk away

from all of this

as if nothing ever happened.

Me dead.

But I'm reminded every day,

every hour,

down to the freaking second

of my new reality.

I don't even recognize myself

sometimes.

Mar-- Margaret...

...I just want you to know

that...

you are still so beautiful.

And I am so, so sorry.

I'll be honest.

I'm worried about you.

If things get weirder

or she does anything

and you need help,

here's my number.

She's still at 1230 South Olive.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

God.

It feels like such a relief

to not feel like this has

all just been in my head.

-The lying and the dreams --

-No, it's not in your head.

But you have to stop the sync.

It might be too late for me

now, but...

...you might still have

a chance.

And then if I were you,

I'd move the f*ck out.

Um, I-I'm sorry.

I have to take this.

But, um, thank you.

And sorry for...

It's okay.

You did what you had to.

Call me if you need anything.

sh*t.

Seriously, Mom?

What the f*ck?

She wanted to know how you

were doing and say hello to me.

At least someone misses me.

Why can't you just stand up

for me?

She hurt me.

I don't care if you think

she's a nice person

or if she misses you --

-She misses you too.

-Or she misses me.

You're my mom.

Get on my f*cking side.

Hey.

-Oh, hi.

-Where'd you go?

Just needed some fresh air

and...Yeah.

Are you feeling better?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It's my mom.

She can get to me.

But it's fine.

I get that.

Sorry.

Where'd you find good coffee?

I didn't say I got coffee.

You didn't need to, silly.

Uh, just up the street,

by the flower shop.

You know, um...

I'm already forgetting the name.

-Was it good?

-Yeah.

I'm sorry. I should have asked

if you wanted any.

No worries. I've got

my afternoon ashwagandha.

Sure you're feeling okay?

Yeah.

Just coffee jitters, I guess.

Here.

Have some water.

You're not thrown off

by this morning, are you?

This morning?

Yeah. Me hopping into

the shower with you.

That's okay, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's fine.

'Cause we're totally close now,

right?

Mm-hmm.

Totally.

-Wow. I really need to pee.

-Ew.

Just kidding.

Go pee.

And if you get hungry,

I made plenty of salad.

Thanks.

No, no, no!

f*ck me.

Don't worry.

I didn't mix the dressing in.

I just wanted some water.

What happened?

What it looks like -- f*cking

spilled hot tea all over myself.

Hey, did you see my prescription

pills lying around anywhere?

No.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah. There's just not

in my medicine cabinet.

Weird. Must have got

flung around somewhere.

Did you see them when you hopped

in the shower with me?

-No.

-Are you sure?

Are you accusing me

of something here?

What?

No.

Okay.

Are you feeling anxious?

Not really.

It's just important.

Okay.

Would you mind looking for them

with me?

Sure.

Let's go have a look.

Let's try the bathroom first.

Nothing?

I don't think they're in here.

Okay.

Let's sweep my room real quick.

Thanks again.

Did you take out the trash

already?

Could you have knocked it in

there accidentally or something?

Yeah, I did throw away some

boxes with the trash yesterday.

sh*t.

Maybe that's what happened.

Yeah.

I bet that's what happened.

Anyway, I need to get back

to work.

Yeah! Of course!

Thanks.

You sure you're okay?

You seem jumpy

since you went out for coffee.

Yep.

Just don't like my medication

missing.

Okay. Well, don't worry.

We'll find it.

I'll see you later.

Margy.

M-A-R-G-Y.

Ayla...

sh*t. sh*t.

sh*t!

Ayla, what are you doing?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

Ayla.

-Ayla. Just give it to me.

-What?

You tried to accuse me

of stealing.

No, I didn't.

What are you talking about?

Just give me back my phone.

You lied to me.

You lied to me

about stopping the sync.

I'm trying to help you.

I like you

and your f*cking crutches.

-Dev...

-Ayla.

-Dev...

-Ayla, don't be stupid.

I can't!

I need it!

Just give me back

my f*cking phone!

We need to talk.

Look.

I'm willing to forgive you.

We all make mistakes.

I just need you to apologize

and we can move on.

I want to trust you, okay?

Don't stonewall me, Ayla.

Okay.

I'll apologize if you go first.

-What?

-Margy isn't dead.

I never said she was dead.

-You basically did.

-It's complicated.

I met with her in person today,

Devon.

You don't think I knew that?!

God, Ayla.

Why don't you just talk to me?

I'll tell you everything

you need to know.

She told me about the accident,

how it was all your fault.

-A little blameless, are we?

-Shut the f*ck up.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

She just wanted to stop

the sync,

-and you spun out of control.

-Shut up!

Ayla, what the f*ck

are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Put that down!

-Sit.

-Come on.

Sit!

How could you even say that

about someone?

-How could you even make --

-She was a pathological liar.

You can't believe a word

she says.

She would put us

in dangerous situations

and then twist it on me

like it was my idea.

That car accident?

She was so obsessed

with having things her way

that she would deliberately

jump out of a moving vehicle

just to prove to me that

if I didn't do what she wanted,

she would go to such extreme

lengths to make sure that I did.

That meant putting her own life

in my hands.

If I didn't decide that day

that she died,

I would have never let her go,

Ayla!

You have to believe me!

You saw!

Ayla, you hit your head hard.

Please just sit down.

You're not being rational

right now.

I know you're f*cking lying!

She hurt me, Ayla.

I-I'll tell you everything

you need to know,

even if it pains me, okay?

Just sit down.

We'll talk this out.

I mean, really!

Look at us.

What are we doing?

You're right.

f*cking liar!

I see you, Devon.

I see your f*cking every move!

I pick your head now too.

That's right, b*tch,

and I'll forever be in yours.

You are not smarter than me.

I will own you.

f*ck!

I need a towel.

Look. I'm not happy

where we're at right now.

But if you just take me

to the hospital,

I'll say it was an accident

and we can start over

with a clean slate,

clear communication.

Can you handle that?

No!

No, I can't handle that!

You were going to take a stab

at me first!

-You lied.

-You're not facing reality.

We need to be a team here.

You'll never be free otherwise.

No.

-Don't be a child.

-f*ck you!

You don't give a sh*t

about anyone!

I'm not doing this!

You don't exactly have a choice.

And since when do you give

a sh*t about anyone, Ayla?

You only care about

your social-media engagement.

-I'm not the villain here!

-Yeah?

Well, that's not

what Hannah says.

What, you think

you could just speak to Margy

and I wouldn't speak to her?

Ayla, what are you doing?

Ayla.

Ayla!

Stop!

Get away!

Ayla!

Ayla, no.

Ayla...

Ayla?

Ayla!

It's going to be okay.

Ayla?

Ayla?

Ayla?