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[man] If we close our eyes, perhaps
we can smell cedar, black currant,

and... ooh, a hint of moss?

Sorry, I had no idea
it was going to be this dry.

The wine or the lecture?

You there, is there something you want
to share with the rest of the class?

Just how much we love this Zinfandel,
particularly the mossiness.

I'm glad you approve.

We'll now move on to the Cabernet.

As you can see,
the acidity is more modest...

- Tastes a little arrogant to me.
- [chuckles]

Is there something amusing
about the Cabernet?

- No. I'll buy a case.
- Two cases.

What the hell, how much for everything?

Did you see the look on his face?
He was gonna have us arrested.

Perhaps if you weren't
always getting us in trouble.

Not always!

Saturday, you got us
thrown out of the museum.

Why have a big bed like that
if you don't want people to test it out?

It belonged to Queen Victoria.

- You didn't buy the museum?
- I did think about it.

Would've been worth it to be able
to do it with you on that bed.

- Too forward?
- I like forward.

Truth be told,
these last three dates

have been an exercise
in not ripping your clothes off.

What's been stopping you?

Well, it's not like
we know each other all that well.

- So where'd you grow up?
- Paris and Geneva.

[R&B music plays]

First pet?

Chewbacca. A goldfish.

- First, uh, boyfriend?
- Xavier Smith, a duke.

- A duke?
- Yeah. Or a viscount.

Don't get too insecure, he stunk in bed.

College?

Sarah Lawrence, B.U.,
Johnson and Wales.

Emerson, a semester at sea.

I get restless. You?

UCLA, Stanford Law.

Oh, a smarty pants. Sexy.

[indistinct voices]

[woman over TV]
Fully solar-powered automobile,

combining all of the qualities
you've come to expect from Zyre.

Superior technology,
unparalleled luxury.

The Helios by Zyre, new for 2049.

Step into the light.

[man] ...a single invention
can change the world,

that she would be the one
to give us the greatest invention

of the twenty-first century:
Cold fusion.

The miracle that gives us safe,

renewable, waste-free nuclear energy.

Today, I have the honor of announcing
this year's Nobel Peace Prize.

My friend, our inspiration...
Genny Clarke.

[woman] What are you doing?

What? I'm, uh...

I'm clapping... at you...

...'cause you look so good.

At 6:20 in the morning with no makeup?

Yeah. You look amazing.

I mean, seriously one of
the top ten nights of my life. Chen?

Which part of "waiting room"
you no understand?

Very sorry. This patient
have problem with brain.

Is broken and Dr. Chen can no fix.

- What that?
- They've been giving away chai lattes

at the Eastern Wellness Clinic.
Want some?

- Was it crowded?
- Yeah.

Dr. Lee probably using two-for-one deal
on ancient Chinese medicine.

Who's Dr. Lee?

Hack. No moral fiber.
We study under Nurhachi together.

That Dark Arts guy?

Say it a little louder, why don't you?
What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say thank you for
the Ashley introduction. She's amazing.

You got laid. It's about time, bro.

Thanks. It's pretty great.

For the first time since
the sold-out George Michael concert

in my living room, I'm a regular guy.

- Except for the fact you're not.
- I know. Hey, a woman from the future

got given the Nobel Peace Prize
outside my apartment.

I got Patti researching it already.
I just wanted to say thank you.

I owe you one. Yeah.

You can pay Dr. Chen back
by making appointment for change!

- Yeah.
- [bells chime]

[elevator dings]

How's it going finding future
Nobel Laureate Genny Clark?

About how you'd expect it to go
with 29 Genny, Jennifer,

and J. Clarke's all in the Bay Area.
That's 29 awkward cold calls.

Let me narrow it down.

Genny would be in her early 20s
and some sort of physicist.

Oh, that narrows it right down.

You look beautiful today, Patti.
That color suits you.

[scoffs]

You finally got yourself some!

I was wondering
if you'd taken a vow of chastity.

- Just find Genny for me, OK?
- He got hisself some.

[Taylor] Have you thought
about my offer?

For a full three seconds.

- Daddy.
- You're not asking for a pony, Taylor.

No amount of "Daddy" can convince me
to let you represent me in my divorce.

I'd sooner represent myself than let
my daughter sue her stepmother.

Then your attorney would be discreet.
I don't think you want everyone

knowing how much the firm
is costing you personally.

Diane Cuthbert
is the very soul of discretion.

I've beat her in court
at least six times.

I'm sorry to have to play this card,
but I'm starving, moody

and my pants are being
held together by a rubber band.

Call Diane and tell her I'm taking over
or no baby pictures for you.

OK... calm down.

That's right, Dad, fear the hormones.

- Is there a Nobel Prize in Googling?
- You found her?

Jennifer Ann Clarke. Got her degree
in molecular biology at Princeton.

I'm not licensed to practice law
in New Jersey. There's no one local?

Well, there's a Gennelle Clarke
living in Plainview,

but she's not exactly a physicist.

She's a college dropout
who works at the Work Bench,

the home improvement store.

Maybe I have the wrong address.
I'm looking for Genny Clarke.

Am I late on my Netflix bill
or something?

No, I... Is there any reason
that you might need an attorney?

Aside from some dorky guy
in a suit harassing me?

Right. [chuckles] OK.

Looks like I'm on my way to New Jersey.
Sorry to trouble you.

Oh, my God...
Who are you? What did you tell them?

- [tires screech]
- [two-way radio sounds]

- What's going on?
- Gennelle Clarke?

- Tommy Lee Jones?
- I'm placing you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent,
you have the right to an attorney.

She has one, me.
What's she being charged with?

- Alleged terrorist activity.
- What?

- Come on!
- Doesn't look like John Walker Lindh.

That didn't stop her from building
a nuclear bomb in her backyard.

[door buzzes]

- [Eli] Thanks for coming.
- No problem.

I was thinking how my day
could use a body cavity search.

What's this? I thought
we were representing a terrorist.

Accused terrorist. Falsely.

The FBI found some
nuclear materials at her home.

- What?
- All legal purchases

from the Work Bench.

You get a employee discount
on yellowcake uranium?

- Hilarious.
- [sighs] Let's see...

"She had hundreds of smoke detectors,

- glow-in-the-dark clocks..."
- Nothing illegal about that.

"Most had been dissected of their
radioactive materials." That's illegal.

Throw in the charge of attempting
to build a weapon of mass destruction,

and she's relocating
off the coast of Cuba.

- I was not building a bomb.
- [Eli] We know.

You're working on developing a safe form
of nuclear energy... cold fusion.

Cold fusion?
That would be pretty major.

So major that whoever was working on it
wouldn't want to talk about it.

Or they're a whack-job.

Which is why they're working
in a shed instead of a lab.

- He's right. You'll have to testify.
- Sure. I'll testify.

When pigs can fly faster than the
speed of light, in effect, slowing time,

so that when they return to Earth,
they'll find out Hell has frozen over.

[Maggie] Our problems are solved.

- By otters?
- Sea otters.

The perfect charity
for you to champion.

Aren't they cute? The population's
been declining for years.

Many blame the oil pollution,
so it's great PR for you to...

I'm not interested in PR.

I want to take some money my father made
from raping the environment

- and give it back to the environment.
- [cell phone beeps]

I didn't know
environmental rape was funny.

A text message
from this guy I'm dating,

wants to take me to dinner.
Lemme just...

So you know how you used to work
at Wethersby, Posner & Klein

- before it was just Posner & Klein?
- Yeah.

Did you know this guy there?
Eli Stone?

- Of course. Why?
- He's the guy I'm dating.

That's great! So great.

No... He's great.
Are you guys, um, serious?

Please. I don't commit to a pair
of shoes for more than a month.

I don't do serious.

But he's fun, or was fun,
until this morning...

- What happened?
- So I'm fast asleep...

At your house... by yourself?

His... when I hear
this clapping from the terrace.

I go out, and there's Eli
in his underwear, applauding.

Now, don't get me wrong,
I'm good in bed,

but I have never gotten
a standing ovation before.

- Maybe it was...
- A side effect of his aneurysm?

- He told you that?
- It was all over the news last year.

Right, yeah.
Did he tell you anything else?

There's more?

Eli's just... a little different.

He's special.

Well, I'm not sure I'm so into special.

But I'm not bored yet.

And he is cute and quite
enthusiastic between the sheets...

[laughs]

I think I'll keep him
around a little longer.

[Taylor] You can't be serious.

My client's financial circumstances
have changed.

This may sound greedy to you,
Taylor, but Jordan changed.

You admitted it yourself.
You're not the same man I married.

You don't care about the things he did.

Our house, our possessions,
our social obligations. Me.

Do you have any idea what that's like?

Ellen, I am sincerely sorry.
I never intended to hurt you.

I just want to keep the life I know.
The club, the house, our friends.

Those things cost money, Ellen.
The kind he doesn't have anymore.

Mrs. Wethersby and your client
had a understanding

about the lifestyle he was offering
when she married.

He wants to give that up, fine,
but it's not her midlife crisis.

She's supposed to support his decisions.

He's supposed to support her.

Which is why, as well as the house,
we're seeking alimony in this amount.

[scoffs]

You might want to inform your client
she didn't marry a Saudi prince.

- It's what she deserves.
- Thank you.

We'll take your request under advisement
and reconvene later in the week.

In the meantime, I'll advise
my client of his legal rights

as well as his common sense.

On a personal note...
I'm ashamed of you.

Until you've walked in my shoes,
you have no right to judge me.

Fine, I'll have my father buy me a pair

of 600 dollar Chanel flats
before our next meeting.

Central location, views of downtown,
ice cream store downstairs...

Might be a good time
to remind you that I'm the guy

that got the hospital
to pay you that money.

Best thing that happened. When I get
out of bed in the morning, I'm excited.

Nothing better than a life change
that isn't aneurysm-motivated.

Oh, my God. You finally let
the little attorney out of his briefs.

Oh, you read the ad I took out?

[guffaws]

Things are going
pretty good with Ashley?

It's like the Man Upstairs made
a bookkeeping error in my favor.

You have to tell Beth
when you come to dinner.

- Still coming?
- Of course.

- [cell phone beeps]
- One second.

Where is my brother? And why has he
been replaced by a 12-year-old girl?

Why did I never text before?

- Have you told her?
- She knows about the aneurysm.

What about the George Michael-loving,
talking-to-God weirdo part?

I was thinking
of telling her tonight, in fact.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

I'm not ashamed of it anymore, Nate.

I want to start our relationship
without any secrets.

So you're telling me
that you're like... Spider-Man?

Yeah, except I don't catch
supervillains, I win trials.

Because the visions
tell you what cases to take.

See, you get it already.

I mean, with some people, you have
to explain that a couple of times.

But some people, um, think it's a gift.

Jewelry is a gift.
You just told me you work for God.

I shouldn't have told you.

I thought that you would think
it was weird in a cool way,

but... horrified, I wasn't prepared for.

I'm not horrified.

I'm just a little... overwhelmed.

It's a lot.

What are the chances
that you'd forget all about this

without getting hit over the head
with something heavy?

[door opens, bells jingle]

Dude, what did I tell you
about the barging?

- Sorry. You with a patient?
- Sadly, no.

Good, 'cause this is an emergency.

Just wading through
my ever-enlarging stack of bills.

I told Ashley about my visions.

And she called me "special."
That's not a good sign.

- You can't drop a bomb like that.
- Why'd you set me up with somebody

who wouldn't be open
to knowing the truth?

Because no one sane would be
open to that after four dates.

Grace was.

She doesn't count.
She was the female you.

I set you up with Ashley
because she's the opposite of you.

- The opposite of me?
- Yes. Fun.

Let me clarify: What I'm after here

is some advice on how to make Ashley
not think of me as a complete nut job.

Then go back in time and don't tell her.

While you're back there, tell me
not to go into the smoothie business.

- Waste of money.
- You're cranky today.

More unhelpful than usual.
Things that bad with the practice?

They're not good.
Dr. Lee's got a line around the block.

Maybe Dr. Lee gives
better dating advice than you.

Or because Dr. Lee charges the
crackpots who come in looking for it.

[scoffs]

[Taylor] Ellen knows how vulnerable
my dad is right now.

He's under so much stress.

It's one thing
that she filed for divorce,

it's another that she did it to him now.

What do you think?
This makes me look fat, right?

No, I think it's the pregnancy
that does that.

But the pregnancy
also makes you... glow.

- I look like a boat.
- A beautiful pregnant boat.

So what do you think I should do?

- About the dress?
- About Ellen!

Oh, I don't know.

The couple of times I met her,
she seemed pleasant.

I thought you two
had a great relationship.

We had a fine relationship.

We've been perfectly
friendly and civil for 20 years.

It's not like
she ever replaced my mother.

The woman who abandoned you
when you were 14?

- Shut up. I look like a fire hydrant.
- A beautiful pregnant fire hydrant.

All I'm saying is, you've known
this woman for 20 years.

If she's being so unreasonable,
don't drag it out in court.

Don't humiliate her or your dad.

Just go talk to her. You know?
Work something out.

- You know I hate it when you're right.
- That's why I rarely am.

After a tip from one of her co-workers,
we went to the defendant's home.

The trailer park where she lives.

We had a search warrant
issued under the Patriot Act.

- And what did your search uncover?
- A lead-lined shed.

We found hundreds of smoke alarms
and glow-in-the-dark clocks,

all of which had been stripped
of their nuclear materials.

And in your expert opinion, why would
someone isolate nuclear material?

The purpose'd be for the construction
of a radiological dispersal device,

colloquially known as a "dirty bomb."

[mutters]

Usually a dirty bomb
combines radioactive material

with conventional explosive devices.
When you searched my client's shed,

- did you find any such devices?
- No.

Did you find any plans, or diagrams,
or journal entries which included

- schematics for building such a bomb?
- No.

But you did find her notebook.

We found a spiral notepad with crude
mathematical formulas and diagrams...

- Sounds threatening.
- Experts are going over the notations.

So it's possible Genny
was working on something else,

something beneficial to the world,
like experiments on nuclear energy.

She is a 22-year-old college dropout
who's a cashier at Work Bench.

Einstein developed his Theory of
Relativity working as a patent clerk.

Einstein didn't expose his neighbors,
nor certainly himself,

to significant physical harm
by having unlicensed,

illegal nuclear materials
in his backyard.

[Genny] I know where I'd like to stick
those nuclear materials.

I don't think that'll help your case.

The jury sees you
as the female Ted Kaczynski.

That guy was a hack.
Have you ever seen his work? Shoddy.

The problem here
is unless you take the stand,

the jury is not going to think of you
as anything other than a crackpot.

I don't care what people think.

You should. These 12 people
can put you in prison.

And I think you do care
what people think.

Otherwise you wouldn't be so scared.

But you don't have to be.
Look, you have a brilliant mind.

A once-in-a-generation mind.

You just have to let people see it.

I'm not wearing a dress.

[Ellen] Isn't it against the law for you
to talk to me without my attorney here?

We have a previous relationship.
We're friends, Ellen.

It's a little late to play that card,
don't you think?

Actually, with so much tension lately,
I can't think of a better time.

You're starting to show.
You look beautiful.

Thank you.

I always envied pregnant women.
Never was one myself, obviously.

Your father didn't want any more
children. And now, it's just me.

And I know that must be hard for you.

But, Ellen, he can't afford
what you want him to pay.

There are tons of things I'm sure
your father could part with.

The Picasso. The Tiffany lamps.
He's by no means broke.

He is starting a new company.
His assets are limited...

- Sorry, I won't fall for that.
- I can show you the books...

I will not let him do the same thing
to me he did to your mother!

What are you talking about?

When Jordan left Susan for me,
he... he hid his assets...

...in offshore accounts.

He hired the best divorce attorney
his hidden money could buy,

and had your mother
declared incompetent to parent,

based on "financial instability,"
so he got full custody.

- I don't believe you.
- I wouldn't expect you to.

But that's how Jordan was in those days.
He protected what he loved at any cost.

My mother left us because she didn't
want the burden of raising a daughter

when she was starting her "new life.

Only after your father
destroyed her old one.

[Eli] Keep dropping by, people are going
to think you're coming back to work.

So things won't always be
this awkward between us, right?

Before everything else,
we were friends. Good friends.

I am so glad to hear you say that.
Let's be friends again.

So, friend, I hear
you're dating Ashley Cardiff.

What? Is it on TMZ or something?

She's a client of mine. Small world.

Yeah, it is.

I think she's... fantastic.

Cool, fun.

I mean, obviously,
it was a little weird at first...

I don't think you have to worry.
I'm not sure we're dating.

- You're not?
- I, um, I told her about my visions.

- Why did you do that?
- I'm an idiot?

If it's any consolation,
it's probably for the best.

- What do you mean?
- I just...

I happen to know that Ashley's
not looking for anything serious.

Well, you're a serious person
with serious responsibilities.

- It could be a bad combo.
- You didn't say anything, did you?

- I just told her you were special.
- [groans] That's code for "weirdo."

No wonder she acted strangely
when I told her about my visions,

- you had her primed to think I'm crazy!
- Why'd you tell her about your visions?

- You've had three dates.
- Four!

Oh, right, I forgot: Third date, sex.
Fourth date, tell her you're a prophet.

- You're not facing this objectively.
- What's that mean?

You're obviously jealous.

All I did was protect you,
all I ever do is protect you.

But you know what, Eli, I take it back.

I don't think you're special.
I think you're an ass.

Genny, could you tell us
what you use this notebook for?

Jotting down thoughts I have:
math stuff, physics formulas,

the occasional song lyric.

I took this to Professor Blanchard,

Head of the Physics Department
at Stanford...

I didn't say you could do that.
But then, what's mine is yours.

- He was impressed.
- Objection. Hearsay.

I have a supporting affidavit,
Your Honor.

If Mr. Pelfrey wants
to cross Dr. Blanchard, he can.

Overruled.

Dr. Blanchard said that some
of the formulas in this book

use some of the most
advanced mathematics

and innovative reasoning
he's ever seen.

He also said that there was
no discussion of anything

remotely weapon-like.

Well, duh. I wasn't building anything
weapon-of-mass-destruction-ish.

What were you using
the nuclear materials for?

It's complicated...

Dumb it down for me
as much as you can.

I was riffing on the idea
of creating a controlled

alpha multiplication device, combining
the design elements of a radioisotope

thermoelectric generator and
a nuclear pulse propulsion technology

to create a low energy nuclear reaction.

- I haven't quite figured it out yet.
- Thank you.

Do you see any practical purpose for
this kind of technology in the future?

If I get it right, it could be useful
in getting some traction on cold fusion.

Cold fusion. Reading
from Dr. Blanchard's affidavit:

"Genny's may be the most significant
contribution toward a carbon-free energy

economy since we first split the atom."

That's nice.
But the point is, not a bomb.

Not a bomb. Thank you.

Think of "prophet" as a schmancy
title, like duke or viscount.

That's an interesting perspective.

- What is a viscount anyway?
- I don't know. Half a count?

I mean, most of the time,
I'm just completely normal.

Let me prove it.
Come to dinner at my brother's.

I don't know...
I'm supposed to go to this benefit.

Please come.
I mean, you'll love Nate.

And his fiancée, Beth, she's the best.

Three of you
can make fun of me all night.

- I guess I could just send a check.
- Great! I'll see you later.

Bye.

- Yes.
- You ready?

Keith, I've got mojo. And it's rising.

We're gonna kick some serious ass.
I can feel it.

OK, you're frightening me now.

Do you have friends or family
you discuss your experiments with?

It's not any of their business.

Outside of your experiments, do you
have hobbies? Do you go see movies?

So, basically, you're a genius recluse
who hates the establishment...

Objection. Relevance.

I see what you're trying to paint me.
I am not a Unabomber.

- Sustained.
- I'm curious, there are other places

you could've done experiments.

Safer places. Applied
for a job with the government,

energy company...
I'm sure they'd be interested.

Interested in squashing
my invention to make sure

that the world remained
dependent on oil.

My father worked for
the auto industry his entire life.

In 1979, he designed an engine
that could get 59 miles to the gallon.

Wanna know why you never
read about it in The New York Times?

Government and Big Oil killed it.

And it killed him.

You can call me a terrorist, you can
call me any names you can think of.

But it all boils down to this:

You've arrested me because I refuse
to play by a system that squashes

innovation, civil liberties and science.

I want to conference with counsel.

- I'm not done with my cross...
- Now. Clear the courtroom, please.

[bailiff] All rise.

This is what I know:

This girl wasn't building
a weapon of any kind of destruction.

Thank you, Judge.

But she was also in possession
of some very nuclear materials,

- no matter how legally obtained.
- Which is why I'll drop the WMD charges

if she pleads to the max
on the possession.

That's 25 years.
She's a kid, a brilliant scientist.

Whose brilliance
might blow up the neighborhood.

She's admitted
to possessing the materials,

so the play you've got
is jury nullification.

Which I won't permit.

And that presents us both
with a dilemma, Mr. Stone.

I don't want to be the judge that
puts the next Einstein in prison.

You've got an Einstein
who very clearly broke the law.

She won't agree to serve any jail time.

And I could not, in good conscience,
convince her to.

Well, you're also very smart,
Mr. Stone. Figure something out.

I'm sure there's an explanation.
There must be traffic.

Maybe she's stuck in an elevator
with no cell service.

Beth hasn't been on time
a day in her life.

What?

And now I'm gonna go check
on the lasagna before it burns.

I'm just so sorry she missed Ben.

Don't worry. He got to stay up
an hour past his bedtime.

As far as he's concerned,
the night's a success.

Ashley's a very lucky woman, Eli.
You're a catch.

Oh, yeah? How come you never returned
my calls after our night at college?

It was your first time.
Our night was more like 30 seconds.

Oh, yeah.

[cell phone beeps]

Was that her? When do we eat?

She's not coming.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna get something
with a little more kick than wine.

Wait, wait, wait, I'll get it for you...

- What is this?
- Nothing. Those are nothing.

Don't look at them.
They're not there.

Oh, I'm having a vision, then.

Of plane tickets to Vegas.
One with my name on it...

Why am I going to Vegas
next weekend?

- Because we're eloping.
- "Eloping" eloping?

Yeah, I didn't want you
to find out this way, but...

Well, there's no bad way
to find that out.

Oh, my God!
That is amazing. This is incredible.

[knock on door]

Are you avoiding me?
You cancelled lunch.

I haven't seen you all day.
A difficult feat in our half-empty firm.

Is something the matter?

I just got off the phone
with your former divorce attorney.

Those conversations never
put a smile on my face, either.

He confirmed what Ellen told me.
About what you did to my mother.

Taylor, whatever you're thinking...

It's more complicated...

All these years,
you let me think the worst of her.

That she was a mother
who would run out on her child...

- She did run out.
- After you forced her out

- with your lies and manipulations.
- Taylor...

I virtually had no relationship
with my own mother.

That's affected every single
aspect of my life.

I admit, I wasn't
a great person back then.

That's why I'm working
so hard to change now.

Thanks for admitting it.

But I begged her to stay
and maintain a relationship with you.

Please, just... go, Dad. Just go.

This is unexpected.

Are you real?
I'm prone to hallucinating.

I wanted to apologize in person.

Standing you up was rude and mean.

It's not who I am.
I was going to come...

I had my coat on and everything.

But then I just started to think about
what it means to date someone with...

...with, uh, so much baggage.

- Well, I'm just not a...
- Baggage handler?

It might sound shallow,
but I'm not a serious person.

Things are not serious
with me all the time.

You have a life-threatening condition
that causes you to see things.

That's serious.

You're a great guy.

And we had a lot of fun.

But I can't pretend
that this is normal.

I'm sorry.

[Frank] I was surprised when I checked
my voicemail this morning.

You actually made an appointment.
Must be serious.

Oh, boy. She dropped you
like a bad habit, didn't she?

Like baggage, actually.

Turns out, Ashley's more
of the carry-on luggage type.

OK. Well, good riddance, then.

This isn't exactly the warm shoulder
to cry on I was hoping for.

Look, I know you're hurting
and it sucks.

But the fact is,
if Ashley can't handle who you are,

you're better off without her.

I don't exactly connect with
a different woman every week.

- I just... I want to, um...
- Connect?

I want to not be alone.

- Last week, you said you weren't.
- Well, the truth is, I'm lonely.

And I just don't think it's fair

that I get to see
other people's futures, you know?

Like knowing that my client's
going to overcome a lifetime

of rejection and loneliness
and win the Nobel Prize.

I want someone to tell me
that my life is going to change, too.

- It wasn't in your dad's journal.
- You've been able to show me

- the future before.
- A possible future.

With that Dark Arts.

Look, I told you I wouldn't use
the Nurhachi technique on you again.

It's dangerous,
mentally and... physically.

Particularly to someone
with your condition.

Everybody else
doesn't know their destiny.

Everybody else doesn't have
the responsibilities I do.

They're not alone because of them.

You're not alone
because of your calling.

You haven't found the right person.

- You won't show me if I will?
- I won't perform a dangerous procedure

on you just to help you
with your love life, no.

Wow. I've seen guys who
got sentenced to the gas chamber

- who looked better.
- Mmm. Yeah. Bad night.

I figured since there's nothing I can do
to stop my life from sucking,

I may as well look to help our client.

Any luck?

No. Genny's supposed to win
the Nobel Prize in 40 years,

but I can't see how spending 25 of them
etching formulas onto the wall

with a toothbrush is gonna
help her invent cold fusion.

Maybe she doesn't.

Sometimes your visions
don't come out the way you think?

Thanks. That's the lightning bolt
of optimism I needed.

Sorry. It's just...

I don't think we're gonna figure out
cold fusion in 400 years, much less 40.

According to the Journal of Science?

According to Irving Wallender,
world expert on cold fusion.

Experimental Physical Sciences
Director at Los Alamos.

Irving Wallender... Irving Wallender.
Why is that name familiar?

[Wallender] ...the greatest invention of
the 21st century: cold fusion.

He's the one who gives Genny
the Nobel Peace Prize.

[door buzzes open]

So who's the nerd?

Irving Wallender. He's basically
the legitimate version of you.

I read your notebook.

Who hasn't?
It's like a J.K. Rowling novel.

It was impressive.
So impressive, in fact,

that I put in a call to some friends
in the AUSA's Office.

Dr. Wallender's
getting the charges dropped.

So do I have to sleep with him
or something?

No. Just come work for me.

Los Alamos is the most prestigious
nuclear research institute.

Then why don't you go work for him?

Could you guys give us a minute?

[door buzzes open]

I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget that
when you've got an IQ north of 150,

people sometimes don't understand
what you tell them.

So let me put it to you
in one-syllable words:

I will not go work for the Man.

You either go work for the Man
or he sends you to prison.

Which would you rather do?
Rather make license plates or history?

- I don't care about history.
- I don't think that's true.

I think that you want people
to know what you can do.

What your family can do. If you think
people won't listen to you now,

imagine how receptive they're
gonna be when you're an ex-con.

They don't deserve to know then.

Really? What about those people
in Bangladesh or Alexandria, Egypt,

whose homes might wash away
when the icecaps melt?

I'm sure the polar bears
didn't do much to piss you off.

- You'd really be that selfish?
- You wouldn't understand.

Believe me, I do.

I understand that you have a gift.

But a gift is something that is given.

You don't own it. The world does.

And the world is asking you to use it.

And you don't get to say "no."

No matter how much you might want to.

[man] I'll handle opening,
if you wanna handle...

[Taylor] As you can see, we've conceded
on the house, the alimony and the car.

The only thing my client requests
is the retention of the artworks

purchased during the marriage.

I'll have my office
draw up the paperwork.

- Taylor, can we talk?
- Wrong time, wrong place, Dad.

- Thank you.
- It was Jordan's decision.

"Jordan's?" Not your father's?

The last thing I ever wanted is to
cause a rift between you and your dad.

All you did
was tell me the truth, Ellen.

Honestly, I should be thanking you.

Taylor, you are, and you always
have been, your dad's whole world.

Don't forget that.

Yeah, thank you, thank you.

OK. OK, bye.

- You OK?
- I'm good. I just won my case.

Well, sort of. Charges dropped,
client's got a new job.

That's great, that's great.
Some good news.

Yeah, um, Ashley dumped me.

Oh, man...

That's what I get for letting
my acupuncturist be my matchmaker.

Still, don't worry.
I mean, I'm gonna be fine.

I've got a wedding in Vegas
to look forward to.

- So you'll be there?
- You kidding?

I'm not gonna let getting dumped
by some heiress prevent me

from being the best man
to the best man that I know.

I hope that phrase
isn't making it into your toast.

I wouldn't rule it out.

[Jordan] Family is everything.

And you are my family.

- I can't let you ignore me. I can't.
- Dad...

You're going to be a mother. A parent.

There are things in your past you'll
be ashamed for your child to learn.

What I did to your mother
was unforgivable.

- But?
- But there was a context.

It was a divorce, a bitter one.
Both sides behaved badly.

I didn't want to be a weekend father.
I wanted you to live with me.

And your mother
was flighty and difficult...

It wasn't hard to show that in court.

And, in my opinion...

...the fact that she left proves it.

I was hoping you would
accept my apology.

This was my mother.

I don't know what it's going
to take to get over this, but...

...I know an apology isn't enough.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

How can I help you today?

You're Dr. Lee?

Yes, my father was half Chinese.

What is it with Asian acupuncturists
not being Asian?

- Excuse me?
- Nothing. Sorry.

So how can I help you?

Uh, let me guess:
Acid reflux? Insomnia?

Insomnia's part of it.
This is gonna sound strange...

I, uh, I recently had a form
of acupuncture

done on me called the Dark Truth...

- Never heard of it.
- Really?

Um, I think Nurhachi would be
pretty disappointed to hear that,

you being a student of his and all.

The Dark Truth is not exactly
on my standard list of services.

I haven't done it in years.
Plus, it's dangerous...

I'll pay.

- I don't know...
- How does a thousand dollars sound?

I'll be fine, I've done it before.

The experience can be unpredictable.

I can't dial up
whichever future you dictate.

I know.

You're the customer...

I warn you, this hurts.

Yeah, not as much as not knowing.

[Eli screams]

[Beth] I'm so sorry, Nate.

I can't marry you.

- I'm so sorry.
- Beth...

No.

[door slams]

[panting]