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This one'll be sans preacher.

You care to say something?

I have plenty to say, but
I won't be saying it today.

Which one's Paul?

Goddamn you for taking him from us.

Thank you for today.

Means more than you know.

Someone had to do it for
me. I know what it means.

So, is this goodbye?

- I think it's best.
- Wow.

It's time to go home, isn't it?

It's been time, honey.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- I'm sorry.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

You know what this is?

- Wha... what?
- This is how much you love him.

And your body just doesn't know
where to put all that love now.

You will have as much life

to live as you allow yourself.

My husband died.

The love of my life is gone. I would

like some help with that.

You look at this...

and you see order.

You know what I see?

A giant... Accident.

A fucking...

A glitch in the laws of physics.

There is no order, no rules.

A-And don't talk to me about god.

Do not give him credit.

'Cause if his goal was to
create something in his likeness

and then run her over
in a fucking crosswalk.

So don't you fucking
lecture me about god.

I'm not... Lecturing you
about anything, Paul.

I hope you never have to feel it.

If I could just...

claw it out of my chest, I'd do it.

And believe me, I've tried.

I have no doubt.

Hey.

I'm doing this against
my better judgment.

God, I just...

I just fucking miss her, man.

I know.

I just miss her.

Don't think this means we're sleeping in.

Sunrise at 7:00.

Fish don't care about my problems.

And I don't care about theirs.

I'll see you in the morning.

I don't know what sisters do.

Maybe they hug and cry
and purge their pain together.

Not brothers.

Our job is to stay out of the way.

Let him scream and hate
and keep your mouth shut.

Let him get it out and carry
him home if he needs it.

Or better yet, let him find his own way.

Best thing a brother
can do, and the hardest,

is shut up and listen.

And that's what I did.

You can take those to the living room.

Don't block the fireplace.

If you can put that at
an angle, in the corner.

Honey.

What are you doing? I
thought you had therapy.

He banished me to the end of the day.

Something about needing
alcohol to work with me.

Isn't he the best?

The kitchen's that way.

- Where that way?
- Trust me, you won't miss it.

So we're really doing this?

His friends deserve a
chance to celebrate him.

Celebrating... that's what we're doing?

To remember him, to say goodbye.

So when does the celebration start?

- 7:00.
- When does it end?

8:30, 9:00.

- See you at 9:00.
- Honey,

we can't have a memorial
service without you.

It's your house.

I'll have a chai tea latte, please.

Oat, almond or soy milk?

How about the old-fashioned kind,

straight from the udder.

The udder?

Cow's milk.

Whole milk, two percent, or fat-free?

Whole milk. How you
doing, Mrs. Clyburn?

I'm-I'm fine, Hailey.

How's school?

It's your last year.

It was. Till I went to a job fair

and found out I actually can't get one

with a degree in philosophy.

So, gonna hold your
husband's coffee hostage

for some advice next time he comes in.

Well, getting between a
man and his coffee is...

a very dangerous game.

I'll take my chances.

Keep the change.

This is too much.

Thank you.

Paige, Ellen is asking for you.

Okay.

I know exactly how you're feeling.

You lost your father?

God, no.

No, I would be a wreck.

No.

My father, he lives in
nantucket with my mom.

Yeah, they run triathlons,
so they're gonna live forever.

As a matter of fact,

they just completed the
iron cat in I'ampolla, Spain.

Do you know where that is?

South of tarragona?

Yeah.

You're a little traveler.

Yeah, I don't really understand
the appeal, to be honest.

I mean, the ocean swim.

I am mortified of sharks.

For me, the ocean is best
admired from a chaise lounge.

In my opinion.

I have a healthy respect
for sharks as well.

Diabolical animals, aren't they?

Would not make good pets.

No.

Wow, you're just a blonde
ball of wit, aren't you?

- Thank you.
- Yeah, you're welcome.

I want you to know, Paige...

we care about you here.

Okay? And if you feel like
you need more time to grieve,

you just tell us and we will give it to you.

As soon as fashion week is over.

Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

And the Yankees...
they just got into the alcs,

so there's gonna be a rush on suites.

If you can just start figuring out

where we're gonna
squeeze people... On it.

Thank you.

Yeah, can you shut
the office door, please?

Sorry.

How'd he die?

Plane crash.

What kind of plane?

- Don't know.
- Not commercial?

God, no.

And I hear his brother was the pilot.

God.

- That's awful.
- Wah.

Another privileged white millionaire

crashes his private jet.

Good riddance.

And how selfish.

Do you have any idea
what the carbon footprint

of a private plane is? It's, like...

The worst thing on the
planet for this environment.

He deserved to crash.

Sorry.

Truth hurts.

You know what hurts?

Espresso Martini's
screaming my name, but I have

to pick up the girls in an hour.

You have a driver.

Good point.

But I'm not drinking alone.

Two, please.

- Why not?
- Three Espresso martinis.

Godspeed, 'cause we
have children waiting.

How are the girls taking it?

They know he's gone.

I'm not sure they understand
what that means fully.

I'm not sure I do either.

You need to find some
time for yourself, Abby.

And Dallas has to
step up with these girls

and give you a break.

Well, Dallas is a little bent
out of shape at the moment.

Bridgett told him about
this... Guy that I met there,

and he... what is the
genetic flaw for a man

who gets more jealous
after you've left them?

Wait. Stop.

Back up.

What guy?

Who... The fuck is that?

Sweet Jesus.

Okay, so here's a question. Why are you

not naked and chaining
yourself to his stove right now?

I would be so barefoot
and so fucking pregnant.

Did you two...?

My god.

Everything, every
detail, all of it, spill, now.

I have not been with
anyone since Dallas,

and that was two years ago.

No, three.

It was... I bet it was.

Details.

He's a sheriff's deputy and a river guide.

And he ropes steer from horses,

which is an actual
form of occupation there.

And he has two boys about
the same age as the girls.

Those aren't the details I want.

Those are the details you're getting.

Divorced?

His wife, died in an accident.

And he's... soulful and
kind and understanding.

And in Montana.

So it doesn't matter what he is.

How'd you leave it?

Look, I am not moving to the mountains,

and he is damn sure not moving here,

so that is how we left it.

Well, at least you're back in the game.

I have a long list of potential suitors.

It's basically all my hall pass fantasies,

so I'll just live vicariously through you.

No, thank you.

We have different fantasies, Chelsea.

Yeah. I mean, who wants a
40-year-old multimillionaire

with perfect hair, a six-pack,

and a house in south beach? So gross.

Yeah, who's probably
on his third marriage

for good reason or a perpetual bachelor

who will continue to be a bachelor

even after he's married.

All the good ones are taken.

Or in Montana, apparently.

Let's not talk about me anymore.

All right, well, then
what do we talk about?

You're, like, the only interesting thing

happening in my life.

You should really examine that, Chelsea.

What does that mean?

Are you okay?

I think I'm going to jail.

What?

Jail. They're taking me to jail.

Did you say "jail"?

- Jail!
- Jail?

Yes, jail. I need a lawyer.

You are in jail? Right now?

- No, I'm outside my office.
- Okay,

well, I'm-I'm three blocks away.

I got to go.

- What happened?
- I-I don't know.

I'll call you.

Whoo!

Fuck, yeah, babe.

Like that?

- Yeah, baby.
- Yeah.

Whoo!

Yeah. Hi.

Put your seat belt on.

Dispatch, this is Alpha-two-niner.

Plate check. California.

Alpha, delta, Victor,
echo, November, tango,

uniform, Romeo, three.

Are you serious?

Can't make this stuff up, Janie.

Vehicle registered to Chad Michaels.

Date of birth, 8-23-90.

Santa Barbara, California.

No outstanding, no priors.

10-4, dispatch.

I'd ask how you're doing,
but I got a pretty good idea.

License and proof of insurance, please.

Yeah. Sorry about that, officer.

Got a little carried away.

Yeah, I saw.

She has that effect.

Well, having sex ain't a crime.

It's a dumb way to die,
but... There's worse ways.

Can't say the same for the family of four

in oncoming traffic.

You are two exits from the national forest

and an empty campground.

Do you think you can contain
yourselves till you get there?

I'll find the strength.

Ma'am?

Want to meet us there?

Sorry.

I'm sor... are-are we good?

My man.

You're nuts.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hi.

Am I interrupting?

Not interrupting.

I have a problem.

Seems that Paige has
punched somebody,

and I am with the police.

That's typically how
punching somebody works out.

Is there any way you could talk

to one of the officers and see if there's

- some way we can sort this out?
- There is

a way to work it out, and
it's called a courtroom.

- She needs a lawyer, Abby.
- Okay.

Well, could you just... Talk to him?

Help me understand what
kind of trouble she's in.

Officer?

Can you speak to my friend?

He's a police officer.

Of course.

What precinct?

I'm a little west of you.

Madison county sheriff, Montana.

She wants me to
explain what's happening.

It's pretty self-explanatory.

Perp hit the Vic with a
pretty nice right hook.

No provocation?

Nah, I didn't say that,
but no legal justification.

Can't go around assaulting
people for being assholes.

An oversight of our legal system.

I couldn't agree more.

I don't write 'em. I just enforce 'em.

Can you cite and release?

Vic wants to press.

I got to take her down and process her,

but they'll probably release her after that.

Then you never know...

D.A. might want to make
an example out of this one.

I mean, they treat college
degrees like priors around here.

Got it.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well?

She needs a lawyer and
she needs one right now.

Well, thank you for talking to him.

Anytime.

And thanks for answering.

I'll do that anytime, too.

You doing okay?

Yeah, I'm... No, stop. Stop being nice.

I'm still mad at you.

She called you, too?

I mean, she called
everyone in her phone.

She needs a lawyer, mom.

No. I handled that part.

I guess I'll handle this part, too.

- Ma'am, -i can't have you speaking...
- I'm her mother.

- Ma'am, I can't...
- I'm gonna say it again,

because apparently it didn't sink in.

I'm her mother.

Could anyone stop your
mother from talking to you

in a similar situation?

- No one on this planet.
- Okay.

Thank you.

She told me dad deserved it.

That bitch looked me in the
eye and said he deserved it.

When did my daughters
turn into pugilists?

- What does that mean?
- Pugilist.

A fighter.

So now we punch people
when they offend us?

This is New York, Paige.

Arm's gonna get pretty
tired if that's the new plan.

I imagine you don't want
to spend the next four hours

doing paperwork for this nonsense.

There are better uses of
my time, ma'am, for sure.

Let me guess.

That'd be her.

I'm just wondering what hurts worse,

your eye or the fact that you deserved it.

- I what?
- Someday, you'll lose a parent.

- It's inevitable.
- Been there,

done that. My father died of cancer.

So... You knew how she felt all along.

That must have been tough,

watching your father battle that and lose.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

But...

you got to say goodbye.

Yeah.

Got to tell him you loved him.

Paige didn't get that.

Just woke up one
morning and he was gone.

You want to send my daughter to jail?

Fine. Think it's gonna
make you feel better?

It's not.

In fact, it's gonna make
you feel a whole lot worse

because you know.

You know how it feels and you
chose to make her feel worse.

I bet he's real proud right now, isn't he?

So, what happens now?

What?

Where will you take her?

We process her down
here at the precinct,

and depending on what
the D.A. wants to do...

I'm not gonna press charges.

But... She owes me an apology.

You think?

Look at my face.

Her bruise is bigger.

You just can't see it.

I'm just gonna cite her
with disturbing the peace.

I'll take it.

I got fired.

You think?

- Fired.
- Well, Paige, when you punch coworkers,

that tends to happen.

What am I gonna do now?

I recommend Xanax.

Every day, first thing,
for the rest of your life.

You got her? I'm... I'm
on my way to therapy.

Here I was wondering what
I was gonna discuss today.

Yeah, I got her.

Thank you, mom. I love you.

Love you.

See you at the memorial.

Right. God, I managed to
forget about the memorial.

Yes.

See you... At the memorial.

Won't that be a hoot.

I assume you want one?

A double.

- Whiskey okay?
- This day

has more of a Tequila feel to it.

I got 1942.

That's fitting.

It's likely the last year
your sweater was in style.

I purchase all my
clothes at vintage stores

in an attempt to minimize my
carbon footprint on this planet.

Fashion trends are the
last thing on my mind.

Let me ask you something.

And no judgment... I'm just curious.

What's the body count
you've racked up on this sofa?

Insulting me feels good.

It is shocking, the catharsis it offers.

I... I could do it for hours.

Well, then what will truly shock you

is to know that the body
count on that sofa is zero.

Bend 'em over the desk, do you?

I don't have sex with my patients.

You're a doctor now.

I am not your patient.

I am your client.

Actually, I am a doctor.

I have a phd in social
psychology from Harvard.

I am stunned you got
through our first session

without mentioning that to me.

And a little surprised
you haven't crocheted it

into your sweater.

Not that that pattern could get busier.

Do you know why it
feels good to insult me?

Because you are breaking free

of the constraints of your social circle

and your perceived role in that circle.

It's you subconsciously testing a life

free of those constraints, because...

that world seems

insignificant to you at the moment.

And with good reason.

Must be going around.

My daughter knocked the
lights out of her coworker

for insulting her father.

When you say "knocked the lights..."

She hit her.

Slapped her coworker?

Not a slap.

That type of behavior
typical from your daughter?

I'm not gonna lie... Paige
is wound pretty tight.

But, no, this is her first assault.

I do group sessions.

No.

I want you and your cheekbones
nowhere near my daughters.

We have lost our center as a family.

And I have to be honest that,

we have lived a fairly
blessed life to this point, so...

the contrast...

Mine is not a family
designed to withstand tragedy.

In fact, it's quite the opposite.

Memorial service is this evening.

How do you feel about that?

I don't know.

It-it wasn't my idea.

So... How do you feel about it?

How do I feel?

A bunch of coworkers
will stand in my living room

and try to convince me
how close they were with him

and how much they're gonna miss him,

and I won't have a fucking
clue who any of those people are.

And then they'll say, "if
you need anything, just call."

Not that I have their number.

And... They won't offer it.

Yeah, but how do you feel about it?

How do you think I feel?

I don't know.

That's why I asked.

Big brain doctor from Harvard
doesn't know something.

You need to tell me.

- You need it?
- No.

You need it.

Fuck you.

How do you feel, Stacy?

Fuck you!

You said that already.

Okay, well, I'll say it again.

Fuck you!

How does it make you feel, Stacy?

I'm terrified.

It's almost over and
everyone is saying goodbye,

and then on with their lives.

Everyone but me.

And I can never say
goodbye because he's...

Stuck in there, and...

We used to joke about it. We would joke.

We would joke about...

wheelchair races in
the nursing home and...

I... I just thought, when it
was our time, we would...

I don't know, curl up beside each other

and close our eyes and...

that would be it.

And now he's gone.

And he's gone... yeah,
he's gone. Yeah, he's gone.

And you're here.

And you're healthy.

And you have a life still to live,

and that was not the plan.

No.

It was opposite the plan.

And you're scared.

Yeah, very.

Yeah. And lonely.

Already. It's only been a week, and...

I feel so fucking alone.

I've never felt so alone.

I shouldn't be doing this.

It's incredibly inappropriate,

but so was the double shot of Tequila.

And it's what you need.

You need to know you're not alone.

How many women have
you bagged with that line?

I mean, you are such a terrible therapist.

I know.

I-I just miss him.

I just, I just miss him so fucking much!

From everything I've heard, you should.

What? What, do you do cross fit? Is...

Well, I-I lead a calisthenics class.

- Of course you do.
- Yeah.

Would you come to the memorial?

Yeah, if you want me to.

Feel free to bring a date,

or you can hit on all the women there,

which is probably what you'll do anyway.

You girls look beautiful.

- Hi, Jeff.
- Evening, Paige.

- How you doing, Abby?
- Just peachy, Russell.

- Good day?
- Better than your wife's.

But that's not saying much.

Wait, why?

What was wrong with your day, Paige?

Nothing.

- Shut up.
- You know what they say, Paige?

There can be no trust with secrets.

What does that mean?

Do you want me to explain it to you?

If you want me to understand it.

When you get charged
for disorderly conduct

and fired from your job for
beating up your coworker,

- you should probably -tell your husband.
- Wait,

"beat up and fired" what? Honey? What?

- I fucking hate you.
- Wait, mom,

- we need to pick up dad.
- Fuck.

- Mom.
- Mom.

Jeff, can you pick up
Dallas at his apartment?

- Got it.
- So that's why you're being

such a "see you next Tuesday."

Hey, Paige, can we skip back to the part

- where you got fired for-for...
- What exactly? -It's...

- So not a big deal.
- Well, if I had

a nickel for every time I
was laid out on the hood

- of a squad car...
- Remove "squad"

from that sentence,
and you'd be pretty rich.

What are you guys talking about?

It's gonna be a long trip.

Excuse me.

- Hey, sweetheart.
- Hi, daddy.

That dress looks hot, bridge.

Because "hot" is the
goal for our 15-year-old

at her grandpa's memorial service.

It looks good.

I'm just saying it looks good.

Thank you, daddy.

Is that Alexander McQueen?

- How'd you know?
- I was at their show.

God, give me the strength.

Could you please drive,
like, much, much faster?

I didn't know car bone catered.

Yeah.

Did you know there's, like, eight of 'em?

It's a fucking chain now.

There's even one in Vegas.

It's like if good fellas was a restaurant.

You only die once, at least have il buco

- do the catering, right?
- Amen to that.

Would you excuse me?

You all look beautiful.

- Who's here?
- Most of wall street

and a good chunk of long island.

Thank god there's a bar.

Two.

So, is there a structure
to this thing, or speeches?

Your mother just wanted people
to gather and remember him.

Evan. Excuse me.

Because that is what
people are talking about.

Well, girls, welcome to
your first cocktail party.

Keep a very close eye on them.

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna go get a drink,

and then I'm gonna find my mother.

What are we supposed to do?

Do you want to go check out the food?

Sure.

I hate these things.

Yep.

How's the world of private equity?

Well, you know, lots
of, unique opportunities.

With the... With the higher interest rates.

Lot of unique plays in, hospitality.

Experiential hospitality.

It's a very fast-growing market.

What about...

- How's...
- Music.

Right. Music.

How's-how's that?

Doing my thing, you know.

- Working on some new things.
- Great.

Like, like what?

Like...

songwriting?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Working on some songs.
- Yeah. Great.

Just getting back to my roots.

Yeah, that's good.

And what are your roots?

I'm gonna grab a beer.

- Okay, yeah.
- You want anything?

- No. I-I'll...
- Yeah.

Hold down the fort.

What are you in the mood for?

Two percocets and a warm bath.

No? Okay... I'll settle for a vodka gimlet.

Vodka gimlet coming up.

You know, it would take
real balls to hit on me here.

I'm guessing you're Abby.

That's a good guess.

Now explain.

Well, when you walked
in, you didn't look around

'cause you've been here before.

You came with your children.

Bridgett and Macy, I believe?

The yellow tornado is your sister.

Plus, you're the only person who appears

to have lost anybody.

You're the fuckboy therapist.

And they say attitude isn't genetic.

Do they?

And aren't you part of
the "they" who say that?

Have you seen my mother?

Yet to appear.

I'm gonna need one
more of those, please.

Two gimlets coming up.

What's it like out there?

One might mistake it for a birthday party

if it weren't for the chiclet of his face

and all of the flowers.

Met your therapist.

He's uncannily good at his job.

It should be against the law for therapists

to be handsome and straight.

Can you ask him to come in here?

I'm... In need of a little
guidance on the fly.

Okay.

Your presence is requested.

She having cold feet?

Something like that.

Is this a first for you?

I'm about out of firsts with my patients.

I guessed that from the beginning.

Don't want to go out there?

I do not.

Well, good news is,
you're a grown woman.

Yeah, I'm... I'm aware of that.

What I am trying to calculate...

is the consequences.

Is there anyone in that room
whose comfort you need?

No.

Is there anyone in that room
who needs comfort from you?

My children.

But that's not why they're here.

They're here to support you.

You are a compassionate,

and intelligent person
who has known the answer

to every question you've asked me.

We talked about this earlier, Stacy.

The permission is not mine to give.

It's yours.

If you want permission to stay in here,

it's your home.

Give it.

If you want permission to leave
your home until this is over?

Give it.

I don't want to be here.

We can handle the party, mom.

Well, right again.

It's not about me being right.

It's about you trusting
yourself when you're right.

See what I mean?

It's weird.

He's good.

Keep him away from bridgett.

I bet you like them young, don't you,

you twisted bastard?

You two have a very interesting dynamic.

It gives her confidence to insult me.

It's a pattern I...

Really regret allowing her to form.

Well, I don't think that
genie's going back in the bottle.

- No.
- Come on.

I will buy you a free drink

and talk about how
worthless my therapist is.

Lead the way.

Are you leaving?

Trying.

Stacy.

- I can't do this.
- I'll run interference. Go.

- She just needs to get some air.
- Russell?

- This is for her.
- Lily, Lily. Lily.

She needs it.

Okay.

I just, I...

I thought this would help.

This is just what you do.

Yeah.

- Need a ride, - Mrs. Clyburn?
- No.

No, I'm okay.

Where to?

I don't know. Just drive.

Need a destination.

South. Just head south.

Did you make it to your dad's?

Yeah. Dad said he'll
take me to ballet tomorrow.

He did? Okay.

Well, I will tell him that I'll swing by

and grab Macy first thing.

Well, he said he'll get her to gymnastics

and then come back for me.

He already worked it out with Jeff.

Am I in the fucking twilight zone?

Okay. Well, let me know
if something comes up.

- Love you, mom.
- Love you, bridgett.

- Love you, mace.
- Love you.

Were they spiking the
drinks with ambition tonight?

Have you heard from mom?

Not a word.

- Did she come back?
- If she did, she shape-shifted.

Mom?

Mom?

- She left it.
- Well, she's...

You know, probably
went to a pub maybe,

- or a coffee shop?
- It's eleven o'clock at night.

There's nothing open in this part of town.

She's been navigating
New York City for 45 years.

- I'm sure...
- no, Russell, she hasn't.

She walked out, no phone,
didn't take the car, alone.

Okay, I'll walk around.
I'll see what's open.

What do we do?

We wait.

I walked from 101st

to 60th, took a cab
downtown, checked hotels.

What the fuck?

You think something happened?

Yes.

I need to file a missing persons report.

My mother.

Stacy Anne clyburn.

Where'd y'all get out?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Damn.

Come here. Come on.

It's gonna be one of those mornings.

Fuck.

Hey.

Hey.

Leaves changed.

Yes, ma'am.

They'll fall soon, next cold snap.

I, interrupt something?

No.

I came up early this morning.

I wanted to see the sunrise and I got a...

"Lions, tigers and bears" worry
walking around here alone, so...

We ain't got no tigers out here.

Other two worth
worrying about, but you...

You ought to let me teach
you how to use that thing.

Won't do you any good if you miss.

I'll take you up on that.

You okay?

Yeah.

I missed this.

I missed the space of it.

The quiet.

God.

I need...

everything, head to toe.

Can you recommend someplace?

Murdoch's will have about all you need.

- Bozeman.
- Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

Good to see you, Cade.

Yes, ma'am.

It's good to see you, too.