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Previously on The Affair...

I had no idea she was
married when I first met her.

She seemed like the
loneliest girl in the world.

I was wondering if you...
you still needed a hand.

- I'm Noah.
- Cole.

- Which dress?
- That one.

I think I'm gonna wear this one.

This is Harry, my agent.

So Bruce tells me that
you're working on something

new this summer?

Well, I haven't really
gotten too far with it.

Excuse me, sir. You ordered whiskey?

Was she flirting with you?

You know, you really
shouldn't smoke that here.

Okay. Where should we go?

How is any of this
relevant to what happened?

Trying to figure out if
anyone might have had a motive

to kill this fellow.

I thought it was an accident.

How much longer is this gonna take?

I just have a few more questions.

I was sure I'd never see him again.

I remember you.

I was wondering when we'd
run into each other again.

I'd like to keep talking with you.

Got a call about a catering
job tonight if anyone wants it.

You're that poor little girl
who lost her baby, aren't you?

Do you wanna get out of here?

There's this hypothesis
in theoretical physics.

Your true life continues as is, unchanged.

But at the moment of decision,

a new life splits off
into a parallel universe.

I really doubt it was anyone
at the party that ran him down.

So you think I'm barking up the wrong tree?

I'll do anything to find
out what happened to him.

I can't believe he's gone.

♪ I was screaming into the canyon ♪

♪ At the moment of my death ♪

♪ The echo I created ♪

♪ Outlasted my last breath ♪

♪ My voice, it made an avalanche ♪

♪ And buried a man I never knew ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ His widowed bride ♪

♪ Met your daddy and they made you ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do ♪

♪ And that's be the wave that I am ♪

♪ And then sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sing back into the o ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the o ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪

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Noah, is that you?

Come on in for a second.

Sit down. Relax.

So. How's the writing coming?

It's fine.

It's a nice place to work, isn't it?

So quiet, so much peace.

I noticed you out there swimming.

And it reminded me of something
I used to do when I wanted

to avoid the page.

I didn't swim, but I'd go play tennis.

Four hours a day. I had a tennis partner,

a little Jewish fellow named Arnold.

And I'd beat him roundly every set.

And I'd come home feeling
so good about myself.

And too tired to write a word.

Finally, Margaret said to me,
"Bruce, why don't you write

ten pages and then go play tennis?"

Well, I took her up on it.

And the next time I saw Arnold,

it was a year later.

He whooped my ass.

But I had a New York Times bestseller.

Well, Bruce, I'm gonna go
and... gonna get some clothes on.

Good.

Noah?

I'm glad we talked.

Don't wake up.

Good morning.

What do you think of this one?

- I like it.
- Better than... this one?

- What's the difference?
- The first one's from Kenya.

This one's from Brazil.

And the Kenyan one is made
by a woman's collective,

and the proceeds go to
their daughters' education.

But the Brazilian one is made
from recycled cardboard pulp,

which is kind of amazing.

Price differential?

Negligible.

Um, I have to skype
this morning with Leslie,

so we can do inventory.
Can you take the kids?

Well, I'm supposed to have a
breakfast meeting with Harry.

Oh, good, he called you.

Actually, I called him.

- I told him to call you.
- He didn't.

Whitney, can you watch Trevor
and Stacey for a couple hours?

I can't, grandma got me an
interview to be an au pair.

- What?
- I'll call you right back.

Yes, it's a woman on the board.

Her grandchildren are visiting from London,

and it's just too much for her to handle.

So you thought Whitney could handle it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you realize this
is a real responsibility?

You're gonna have to go there every day

and these people will be relying on you.

Mom, can you not talk to me

like I'm some sort of delinquent?

Honestly, Helen?

I thought you wanted her to
have something to do this summer

so she didn't get into
trouble having S-E-X.

They can spell, Mom. They can all spell.

I'll reschedule the meeting with Harry.

No, don't, it's important.
I want you to go.

Dad, you're on childcare this morning.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry I'm late. There was a bit of chaos

in the house this morning.

No, please. It's not a problem.

Four kids... how do you
find time to do anything?

- Never mind write.
- Yeah, I tend to get up early.

- How early do you get up?
- Uh, 5:00, sometimes 4:00.

Write for a few hours
before the kids get up.

Is that a little tip you
learned from your father-in-law?

Right, yeah, I guess...
I guess he does that too.

Hey, can I get some coffee?

- So thanks for meeting with me.
- Oh, oh, no, it's my pleasure.

I never get the chance to meet
serious young writers anymore.

These days, it's all fantasy or
memoir or cheap detective shit.

Or everyone is self publishing
online and wasting their talent.

Every year I tell myself, you
know what, I'm gonna finally...

I'm gonna get out of this business

and then, somehow, I don't. God knows why.

It's not the money.

It might be inertia or... fear.

My wife just went back to get her master's

and we got two kids in private schools.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
why I'm telling you this.

That's okay. I-I'm interested.

You got an honest face.

Anyone ever tell you that?

Uh, yeah. I guess I heard it before.

Well, you know what? We
can save my life story

for another time.

Why don't you tell me
about this book of yours?

Well, uh... I'm not sure
there's much to tell yet.

It's kinda why I wanted to meet with you.

So you, okay, you said it was set out here?

- Right.
- So what is it about?

Well, I think it's about the
death of the American Pastoral.

How, uh, the authenticity
of a small tourist town

gets co-opted and commercialized

until it becomes a parody of itself.

And...?

Uh, that's all I got so far.

Are there any characters?

Sure, sure, yeah. No,
um... There's a... Yeah.

Small town girl, city guy.
They meet, fall in love.

- But...?
- But he's already married.

- And...?
- And so she...

Oh.

- Well, I've read it before.
- Right.

So how is it different?

He kills her.

In the end.

Okay. Now I'm interested.

How does he do it?

I don't know.

Why does he do it?

I don't know that either.

To save himself and protect
the life that he's got?

Right.

So this publishing house that you're with.

- Wind Chime Press.
- You sign a contract?

No, no. Handshake deal.

Good. Well, I tell you what.

When you got some pages, I want
you to show them to me first.

Okay, great. I'll do that.

- Good.
- Thanks.

I remember you. Four kids, right?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, that's me.
- Left them at home today?

- Table for one?
- Oh, no, no, no.

No, actually, no, I'm just here to, um...

I-I gotta... buy a couple
T-shirts for my kids.

Oh, great. Come with me.

Thanks.

So I've got a child's
small, child's medium,

and two adult smalls.

- That'll be an even 100.
- Dollars?

Yeah, sorry. They are not cheap.

So, um, there was this girl
working here last time we came.

- What's she look like?
- She had long brown hair.

- She... pretty.
- Alison?

- Yeah, she's not in right now.
- Okay.

- Were you looking for her?
- No, no, no.

She's just, um... I just wanted
to thank her for something.

Oh, I'll let her know you stopped by.

- Great, thanks, man.
- You got it.

Say, is there a library in town?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I heard you were looking for me.

Yeah, I'm just, uh, I'm doing
some research for my book.

Oh, how about a tour of the island?

Uh, actually, can we talk for a second?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks.

So, uh...

Look, how do I...

I really like you. But...

- You're married.
- Right.

- And you have a family.
- I do.

- And you love them.
- Of course.

And you don't want to do
anything to jeopardize that.

You just made that pretty easy for me.

I get it. Of course I do.

Thank you.

Let's just be friends. How does that sound?

- That sounds great.
- Okay.

So if you need help with your book

or you need someone to talk to,

feel free to call me.

But I promise, I won't call you.

Hey, where ya headed, friend?

- Hey, Will.
- Hey, Alison.

This is my friend, Noah.
He wants to buy some fish.

- Hi.
- Great.

We hit a round of porgies last night, man.

- Does that interest you?
- Sure.

Uh, well, I don't know
what they are exactly.

- But...
- They're good.

And rare for these parts. Buy 'em.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Mr. Solloway. It's good to see you again.

- Scotty Lockhart.
- Hi, Scotty.

I see you discovered the
best kept secret in Montauk.

Will is like the Pied Piper of Fish.

We keep him on something of a
monthly retainer at the ranch.

- Isn't that right, Alison?
- That's right, Scotty.

Well, it was good to bump into you both.

Don't let my sister-in-law
monopolize too much

of your time, Mr. Solloway. She's a talker.

Oh, I invited myself
over for dinner tonight

after the Town Hall. So I hope that's okay.

- Cole says he's making ribs.
- Great.

See you then.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Fine.

You still want those fish, man?

Oh, uh, uh... no, thanks.

Maybe next time.

- So there's a town hall tonight.
- Yep.

- What's on the agenda?
- Mostly bullshit.

Can I come see it?

I mean, is it open to the public?

Yeah, I think so.

No, stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Stop. Didn't we talk about this?

Come on. Remember what I said.

- You didn't say it, I did.
- Sure, whatever.

Point is, I...

Okay.

I get it.

See you around.

That was delicious, Miranda.

Thank you, I want to get
the recipe before we go.

- Trevor?
- Yes, Grandma?

- Those peas are dead.
- I know.

Well, it's not necessary to
stab them with the cutlery.

Why don't you try using your knife

to encourage them upon the fork

and then lift them all
gracefully to your mouth?

- Mom?
- You can ignore her.

It's okay. Just finish your soup, honey.

So how'd it go today, Whit?

Awful. The kids are spoiled brats.

Really? What's that like?

They don't do anything I ask them to,

and the mother doesn't trust me anyway.

She was hovering the whole time,
correcting everything I did.

Oh, and the father's a lech.

- A lech?
- Yeah.

I caught him staring at
my butt, like, five times.

Okay, that's it. She's
not going back there.

Well, let's talk about it later.

What's to talk about?
You heard what she said.

- Yeah, I heard.
- And?

And I think Whitney has
a tendency to exaggerate

when she wants to be persuasive.

Oh, great, so you're calling me a liar now?

Sounds to me like the fellow has taste.

- You can't fault him for that.
- Grandpa!

Yeah, Dad, stay out of this, please.

- May I be excused?
- No.

- May I be excused?
- Children, please.

How do you think it makes
Miranda feel when you ask

to leave the table in the
middle of the second course

after all the work she's done?

Miranda doesn't give a shit

'cause she's getting paid either way.

- Excuse me?
- I heard, I heard what he said.

He said Miranda doesn't give a... Ow!

Just because daddy curses
doesn't mean you can.

Daddy's a grown-up.

Quite right.

When your mother and father got engaged,

I was mildly alarmed.

Trevor, open your eyes. The
obvious move is the bishop.

I never thought they'd
actually go through with it.

She was thinking I'd come to my senses

and marry Alex Jamison.

I was lighting candles day and night.

- Like that?
- No, not like that.

That's check, or I could
take your queen like that.

Alex Jamison was gay.

Everybody knew it except you.

No, I knew it, I just didn't
think it was a deal breaker.

Anyway, the day of the
wedding, I broke out in hives.

- That's so not true.
- I did.

Dr. Laemmle had to come to the church

to give me a steroid shot.

It's true. He did.

Why'd you break into hives, Grandma?

I was stressed, my love.

I thought, my darling
daughter, 21 years old,

knows nothing about life,

about to wed her fate
to this... this idealist.

Oh, no, that does sound
like a nightmare... idealist?

Idealism is fine when you're young.

Just don't forget the need
to find a man who can evolve.

- Evolve to what?
- To pragmatism.

Which looks like exactly what, Margaret?

- Please don't take the bait.
- No, no, no.

Pragmatism equals money, doesn't it?

That's the way the world
works, Noah, like it or not.

I know this doesn't make
a lot of sense to you,

but Helen and I are trying

to raise decent human
beings, good citizens,

not just happy idiots
with nothing in their heads

but how to get more, spend more, make more.

Is that what you really
think about us, Noah?

As you accept our money

for private school tuitions,
the down payment on...

Oh, we're very grateful for
everything you've given us.

You have an odd way of showing it.

Mom, stop trying to pick
a fight with my husband.

We'll talk about it
later, just the two of us.

Can't change her.

I'm gonna go out for a little bit.

Now?

Yeah, there's a town hall meeting.

I just want to, uh, get a
little background for my book.

Okay.

See you later.

Bye.

Hey, man. What are you doing here?

Oh, hey. I don't know, I
thought it might be interesting.

Missed it, I guess.

You didn't miss anything, really.

Lockharts fucking pissed all
over everything, as usual.

Then everyone else got drunk.
Now we're all going home.

Oh, your girl's here, by the way.

- Bye.
- Bye.

My girl?

Yeah, weren't you looking
for Alison earlier?

- No.
- No?

No, no, I think you
must have misunderstood.

I'm sure I did.

Nice to see you again,
buddy. Have a good night.

Night.

You made it.

Are you all right?

Hey, what's going on?

Can we go somewhere and talk? Alone?

Is there anywhere private
on this whole fucking island?

Yes, of course.

Hey, follow me.

Won't your husband wonder where you are?

Probably not. We're pretty independent.

- Are you okay?
- No.

You want to talk about it?

I can't stop thinking about you.

- That's sweet.
- It's not sweet.

It's... it's a fucking problem.

Okay.

I can't sleep.

If I do, when I wake up,
I'm thinking about you.

I'm talking to my kids,
I'm thinking about you.

I'm fucking my wife,

I'm thinking about you.

If it makes you feel any better,

I think about you all the time too.

It doesn't make me feel any better, no.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

What am I gonna do?

You could just fuck me.

Get it out of your system.

No.

Just a thought.

Stop. Stop, stop it.

I said stop it.

Okay.

I thought you wanted this.

Listen.

You can't rush me.

We have to do this at my speed, okay?

Okay.

I know I sound like an asshole.

But I want to be in charge, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay, good.

Kiss me.

I am so sick of this shit.

I can't stand him, and
I hate this goddamn car.

Who do you love? Who do you love?

You love a car.

You son of a bitch.

Good.

My father will come home.
He'll see what I did.

I can't hide this.

He'll come home. He'll see what I did.

He'll have to deal with me.

I don't care, I really don't.

I'm just tired of being afraid.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- It was okay.

- You get good stuff?
- Yeah.

Mom, you're missing the best part.

I can't wait to see the
look on the bastard's face.

What'd I do?

If I were you, I'd be
talking to Oscar Hodges.

Interesting. Tell me why.

Did you know during prohibition,

Montauk was a major center
for moonshine production?

No, I didn't.

It's true... they sold to all
of Long Island, half the city,

and there was never a bust out here.

Too far out, I suppose.

Too unassuming.

Hmm, what are you trying
to tell me, Mr. Solloway?

I'm just trying to give
you a little context

for this town, Detective.

There are feuds out here
that have been going on

for almost a century.

Between the Hodges and the Lockharts?

Do yourself a favor. Read my book.

Okay, I will.

So we done here?

I told my wife I'd be home for dinner.

Eh, almost, Mr. Solloway.

Just stay with me a little longer.

Of course.

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At the top of the hour,
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But first, here's Dolly.

♪ Why'd you come in
here looking like that? ♪

♪ Cowboy boots and
your painted-on jeans ♪

♪ All decked out like
a cowgirl's dream ♪

♪ Why'd you come in
here looking like that? ♪

♪ Here comes my baby ♪

♪ Dragging my heart behind,
he's driving me crazy ♪

Think I missed my calling.

There's still time.

You know, that's gotta be illegal.

What are they building over there, anyway?

Some kind of observatory?

Maybe they're amateur astrologers.

I don't care if it's NASA's
new fucking headquarters.

They're already at max height.
They can't go any higher.

And they're blocking
everybody's view of the ocean.

- Not ours.
- That's not the point.

Those people are parasites.

No respect for private property,

no sense of community, no
appreciation for natural beauty.

They're gonna build that fucking thing,

and they'll be here for three months max,

and we'll be stuck looking at that eyesore

for the rest of the year.

How do I look?

You look like you need a new dress.

I mean, you look incredible.

But this thing, I mean,
seriously, how old is that?

I know, but I like it.

I wanna buy you some new clothes.

- No, we can't afford it.
- Sure, we can.

The summer people are back.

A couple weeks, we'll all be flush.

Please?

Okay.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Wish me luck.

What?

Nothing, I... Nothing.

I got used to having you around.

It's been nice.

I can't keep working for Oscar.

I know.

I'm gonna miss you, that's it.

I'll be back in time for Town Hall tonight.

Does it need gas?

- No.
- Oh, I love this song.

Catch it in the car.

Bye.

Bye.

♪ She makes him coffee ♪

♪ She makes his bed ♪

♪ She does the ♪

♪ Laundry ♪

♪ She keeps him fed ♪

Can we talk a little about Cole?

Okay.

Did he know you were having
an affair at this point?

I wasn't having an affair
at this point, Detective.

I had kissed a stranger on the beach.

Hi. Oh, my God.

- Hey. How are you?
- Oh!

What a nice surprise. Good to see you.

- Welcome back.
- It's been a long time.

I was thinking I could maybe

start back a couple of shifts a week.

Some overnights, maybe, when it's quieter.

I don't mind taking the
shifts that nobody else wanted.

And you would like to return to Pediatrics?

Well, could I be reassigned

to something like Surgical maybe?

Or Neuro?

You're not trained for Surgical, are you?

I could go back and take
a few extra classes first.

Mm.

Yeah, um...

I don't see an opening in
Surgical or Neuro at the moment,

but I know there's a spot

they're looking to fill on the float pool.

But that would include Pediatrics.

- Yeah, I'll take it.
- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.
- Hmm.

Okay, why don't we go take a look around?

And I'll show you some things

that have changed since you left.

So we're supposed to redo this area soon.

Thank God.

Cassandra?

These live reports just came up.

Let's see.

- Did you notice that one?
- Okay.

One second, hon.

Mama, I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, dear.

Here, come here. Come with me.

Yeah. This your room?

Okay, let's get you cleaned
up and check your fluids.

Lie back for me.

There you go.

Does that hurt?

All right, I'll be right back. Yeah.

Why don't you meet me in the
cafeteria in about 20 minutes?

Yeah, put it on my card. You
remember how to get there?

Okay, sweetie.

Let's take a look.

What's he had to eat today?

Do you have a secret, Detective?

What kind of secret?

Something you don't want
to even tell yourself.

How would I know if I did?

I think you do.

I think everybody does.

Every single person in the world.

Oh, nice of you to show
up for work, Bailey.

Lay off, Oscar. I'm not in the mood.

Oh, really?

Maybe I'm not in the mood to pay you.

How's that?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Okay.
- That was so good.

That's 15 and 20. Thanks so much.

Some guy came around here looking for you.

- Who?
- I don't know who he was.

Waited for a while and then
put a note on the board.

- Aren't you gonna read it?
- Later.

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Whoa.

- What is it?
- My plan.

For the plot next door.

- Is that a bowling alley?
- Yes, it is.

- What do you think?
- You're out of your mind.

- They'll never approve this.
- Well, they have to.

My financing just came through,

and I want to break ground before winter.

Oscar, nobody wants a bowling alley here.

Untrue... many, many people
whom I've already talked to

would love to have somewhere to bowl

because it's enjoyable.

"Enjoyment," which is a word

I know you're not very familiar with,

is the noun version of the verb "to enjoy,"

which means to have fun, to smile.

Wait, wait. Here, I'll
use it in a sentence.

Bowling is enjoyable. Sex is enjoyable.

Seeing you naked would
be, for me, enjoyable.

You realize that constitutes
sexual harassment, right?

Yeah, so sue me.

My section's almost clear.

Can I go?

- You just got here.
- I know.

I'm just... I'm just having a tough day.

Okay, Bailey. Get out of here.

Go wash your hair or something.

- Thank you.
- Go.

You can give Jane my tips today.

Okay, and, uh, as long as
you're in a generous mood,

how about a promise you'll have my back

at the Town Hall tonight?

Why would I do that?

Because you care about me, Bailey,

because we go way back,

and because, unlike your husband,

you understand that people need
to change in order to survive.

That was quick. I just got your text.

Well, I was coming from work,
so I just thought I'd stop by.

So what I'm thinking is
maybe he's a fisherman

and she's a waitress.

A waitress?

Yeah, but she's nothing like you.

- Oh, no?
- No, no, she's...

Well, she's blonde, for starters,

and her breasts are much bigger.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Ah, here it is.

- That's him.
- Your grandfather?

- Mm-hmm.
- Wow.

How old is he there?

I'm not sure, like, 25, 26?

Great fisherman, huh?

Well, we don't think he
actually caught that fish.

He said he did, but my
grandmother always thought

that he found it on the
docks and then asked someone

to take his picture next to it.

He was like that.

You couldn't quite
believe anything he said.

Sounds like you were close.

- They raised me.
- Your grandparents?

You know, he was a
little like you, I guess.

- Like me?
- A storyteller.

It used to feel like
Grand Central down here.

At the height of the industry,

there was something like
8,000 licensed Baymen

on the South Fork.

- And now?
- A couple hundred, maybe.

- How come?
- Well, there's nothing left.

These commercial fishing boats came in

with huge nets, these dragger nets.

And they dragged them
along the floor of the ocean

and took everything with it.

The fish, yes, but also
the coral, the kelp.

All of it.

It was rape.

If you're gonna write about a fisherman,

you should probably spend as
much time down here as possible.

You know, I could introduce
you to some real guys.

They might take you out on a run with them.

- That would be amazing.
- It's hard, though, you know.

It's not like charter fishing.

You go out in the evening.

You're not back till the morning.

You sleep on the boat in shifts.

It's cold. It's wet.

The ocean is mean.

You don't think I could handle it?

I think you're a summer person.

What's that mean?

Well, I think you have a fantasy

of what life is out here.

It's a small town. It's idyllic.

We're simple, humble people
who love the sea, right?

So what's it really like?

Wait, stop.

- You know him?
- No.

I can't...

I don't know what I'm
doing. We can't do this.

- You're right, you're right.
- I live here.

You can leave whenever you want to,

but this is my home, and...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

But it's just, something about
you drives me fucking insane.

I don't think we should see
each other anymore, okay?

I just...

Oh, come on.

Look, I need your help with the book.

You're my insider.

Okay, from now on,

this is just a strictly
professional relationship, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

If your hand just happens to
find its way into my pants,

then I will remove it promptly

and admonish you for your vulgarity.

- You don't believe me?
- No.

Well, go ahead, try it. See what happens.

Well, good-bye, friend.

Thanks for the tour.

There's a town board meeting tonight,

if you want to get a sense
of the local politics.

What time?

6:30 at the firehouse.

I may stop by for a bit before dinner.

My husband will be there.

Got it.

I'll keep my distance.

- What did I miss?
- Well, let's see.

Well, the deer are eating
Mrs. Ruhl's vegetable garden.

Sunflowers will not work, and
if we don't do anything about it,

she's just gonna shoot them,

and we'll all have to get used to it.

Oh, and you missed Alec Baldwin.

He was here defending his right to privacy.

- Oh, again?
- Mm-hmm.

And Richard Dunne drafted a gathering law.

- Saying what?
- You can't, basically.

Right.

And then the Shellfish Hatchery

gave their annual report.

And Judy Burke wants the board

to repair her stairs down at Point Beach.

Hey, all.

- Great.
- I think that's it.

Oh, wow, so, as some of you know...

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

My blueprints have been finalized,

and my financing is in place.

All we need are the permits,
and we can break ground on it

at the end of the summer.

I laid out my business plan, my vision,

and the economic benefit to
our town in packets by the door.

But I came here tonight

to answer any additional
questions you may have.

I really think this is a
win-win for the community.

Thank you, Oscar.

As all of the relevant
agencies have weighed in,

we are now ready to hear
public comment on this project.

I just want to voice my support.

I've been going to the
Lobster Roll for my whole life.

It's an institution.

And if this is what Oscar feels

he needs to do to grow his
business, I support that.

100%.

- Thanks, man.
- Anyone else?

When are you hoping to start?

Uh, right after Labor Day,
soon as the season's over.

'Cause traffic's bad
enough at that intersection

without trucks and
heavy equipment and such.

Mm-hmm, we're taking that
into account, Virginia.

Are you?

Is it true this new bar of yours
is gonna have a bowling alley?

It's not a bar. It's
an entertainment center.

If you bothered to check
the packet, you'd see that.

Look, those of you who know me

know that I derive no joy
from speaking publicly.

I'd far rather let Scotty
talk at these meetings.

He can sell tea to the Chinese.

When I was a child,

my father would take me riding
right down Montauk Highway,

back in the days when we used
to know everybody in town,

including the summer people,

'cause they used to come back
year after year after year.

And there were surfers,

families with small children, artists.

And they came out here looking
for a quiet, tranquil community

where they could escape the
pressures of their city life,

and that's what we gave them.

We lived in a kind of harmony with them,

and they respected the
services that we provided,

and when they left at the end of August,

we wished them a good
year, and we meant it.

But nowadays, when I drive
around this town in the summer,

I don't even know where I am.

I mean, the people who come out here,

they think they're in East Hampton,

and that's because of places
like the end and Navy Beach

and this fiasco that Oscar is proposing.

I'm creating jobs.

Who the hell have you hired lately?

- I grew up here.
- So did I.

So then, I'm asking you,

as a local, as a fellow native son,

don't turn this place
into the Jersey Shore.

People want to bowl,
let them go to Riverhead.

Cole, what's hap...
what's happening out here

is called progress.

No, it's called greed.

It's the pursuit of the almighty dollar,

and it's gonna be the
downfall of all of us.

My family's been in Montauk
for seven generations.

My wife was born here,

and my son is buried here.

This is sacred ground to me,

and I don't want too much from life,

but I want my wife, and I want my family,

and I want this land.

And I know I'm not the only one

because this is our town,
these are our schools,

our churches, our beaches,
our docks, our sunrise,

our little piece of heaven under God.

And I am never leaving this place,

because I am gonna be buried
right there next to my boy,

and I will fight like
hell to my last breath

to keep Montauk local.

People. People! All right.

Perhaps we ought to entertain
a motion for further study

before a vote on whether to
issue permits for this project.

Ahh.

My hero. You were amazing.

Yeah, your father would be very proud.

- Yeah.
- Very proud, Cole.

- Yeah, I'm sure he would.
- Good job, bro.

- Gave me chills.
- Thanks, bro.

How about you, you proud of me too?

- We'll talk about it later.
- What did I do now?

"My son is buried in this ground"?

- He is.
- You can't do that.

You can't use his memory to
make some kind of statement.

- Is that what you...
- Lockhart!

Hey, shithead. Hey!

You ruined me, motherfucker.

Why don't you do something
for the community?

You know, build a day care
center or a walk-in clinic.

Who the fuck died and made
you King of the Community, huh?

Hey, Oscar, I know that
you're upset right now,

but we just want what's best for this town.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, sweetheart.

- Mind your own fucking business.
- Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Back off!

Sounds like Oscar had a temper on him.

The worst.

And there was no love lost
between him and the Lockharts?

That's an understatement.

So why was he invited to the wedding?

You don't understand this town, Detective.

We're like family here.

We may fight, we may hurt each other,

but when it really counts, we show up...

weddings, funerals, no matter what.

I suppose that explains why you were there.

Is there anything else
you need me for, Detective?

I really have to get going.

I'm almost done.

Just... humor me a little longer.

Okay, but I need to call my sitter.

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Don't wake up.

♪ Go back down ♪

♪ Don't touch the ground ♪

♪ Go back down ♪

♪ Don't touch the ground ♪

♪ Go back down ♪

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