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Previously on The Affair...

Hey. Do I know you?

I operated on your son.

God. Dr. Ullah.

You're not going to, like, ask me out on a date

or anything, are you?

I was thinking about it.

Luisa, I promise I will be faithful to you

with my body and with my heart.

She can't have kids.

I think I always thought I was going to get

to be a father again.

I had a son. He drowned.

- How old was he? - Four.

Oh, God.

This wasn't your fault.

There's no way you could have known.

But if I had taken him to the hospital,

would he be alive now?

Is that your first?

No.

Is this your daughter?

This is Joanie.

Did you tell Cole yet?

Someone is going to tell him, Ali,

and it's either you or me.

Joanie's not your daughter.

Fuck.

Fuck you!

Jesus, fuck!

Don't! Noah!

Just forget this ever happened.

I don't want you involved.

I love you.

I'm guilty. I killed Scott Lockhart.

- What the hell are you doing? - We need to talk.

- About what? - About us.

What about us?

Excuse me.

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Mm.

- I'm gonna come. - No, not yet.

Uh-uh, not allowed. Uh-uh.

- Oh, shit. - Mm.

- But... Helen. - No, no.

Don't.

Jesus.

You know it's 6:56.

What?

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay, fuck.

I will, thank you.

I got to go.

Why'd you let us hump so long?

"Hump." That's really the worst.

I like it. I want to revive it.

That's new.

Yeah, that's Rex, my new roommate.

He's great.

A little prickly, but...

- Bye. - Bye.

You want me to get you an Uber?

No. I can walk.

Six minutes, I'm out of here.

- You'd better be ready. - I'm eating.

Tech rehearsal starts Wednesday

and the whole cabana set's collapsing.

I'm meeting Atticus early and Stacey won't move her ass.

Good morning.

Are you still buttering?

How's that possible? It's not humanly possible.

Trevor, why don't you just go and get your stuff together?

Look at her.

She's purposely trying to make me late.

Go.

You know I can walk myself.

Well, we've discussed this, and no, you can't.

I can actually.

Mia walks herself.

And Eve.

Well, Eve lives across the street.

And Beatrice. Beatrice goes alone

and she's, like, 15 blocks away.

Well, Beatrice also has a mom that let her watch Shameless

in second grade and a dickhead banker dad

that voted for Trump.

Which dad is worse?

Dickhead banker... or convicted felon?

- Mom! - Just go brush your teeth,

okay, Stace?

Your chem test is tomorrow, right?

Been studying?

No, I thought I'd just wing it.

- Yeah, I'm studying. - 20... 19...

Yes, well, you know, Vik majored in chemistry.

- I'm sure he could help. - 17...

Yeah, you said that.

16... 15...

- 14. - Okay then.

Mozzarella?

Yes. And salami.

What's the problem?

Good morning, Sollamanders.

I'll buy a bagel.

Five, four, three.

- I'm coming! Wait! - For fuck's sake.

Hello?

Oh, hey, you. How's it going?

- Later, Stacey. - Wait!

Yeah, right.

- Here you go, sweetheart. - Thanks, Mom.

Hey, listen. Promise me something.

- What? - Don't go full teenage on me.

Tween I can handle.

Okay, go catch up to him. Go ahead.

- Thanks. - Oh.

Hey, Stace, did you finish that card you were working on?

Are you going today?

Gonna try to.

It's on my desk.

- Okay, bye, sweetie. - Bye.

Wait! Wait! Dickhead!

No, no, no.

It's okay, it's fine.

Okay, let's check in later then. That might work.

Uh-oh, now I'm scared.

No, no, me too.

See you soon.

- Who's that? - No one.

Work thing.

All good?

Mm-hmm.

You have many,

many offspring.

Why is that?

I should get going, too.

What about that?

Trevor's sandwich?

I got back-to-back surgeries.

It might makes sense to bring lunch.

There you go, dear.

You're the best.

And we're having dinner with Whitney tonight, don't forget.

There's another one?

How many is that, 11?

Do you want me to be honest?

Yes, please.

You're never going to sell this place

unless we go ahead and stage it.

Not at the number you're looking for.

Astrid, stop. Don't... don't do that.

- People, they want orderly. - Please, Mommy.

They want sleek. Everything in their life isn't.

You don't think the paint job helped?

I think if you shove all this stuff in storage,

we can transform this place completely in two days.

Make that 24 hours.

I mean, look at the stats. You can see.

Long Island City, Greenpoint, Williamsburg.

Staged apartments sold on average 12% above asking.

And when Trish is the one that's doing it,

that jumps to almost 20%.

I'm gonna go take some measurements in the restroom.

Let me tell you something.

Trish's husband left in August.

He had an affair with the dog walker.

She has chronic insomnia.

She's also the sole caretaker of her mother,

who has Alzheimer's, and her son, Jedediah,

who's six.

And autistic.

And so...?

So the woman is a master of illusion.

I mean, she's hanging by a thread,

but you don't see that when you look at her.

When you look at her, you see calm.

You see sophistication. You see...

- Sleek? - Yes.

And this place is aching for that.

I love the penny tiles.

So what are we thinking? Are we gonna do this?

They'll be back in an hour.

Poor Ma.

Might have to put her in a home soon.

Nice touch with the son.

Jedediah.

Like I'd ever name a kid that.

Stop. I feel bad now.

Don't you ever feel bad?

No.

Not when it gets me the job.

Look at this view.

I want this view.

I tell you about that job I did for Jocelyn last week?

Windsor Terrace ground floor apartment.

They did an open house on Sunday.

750K.

Wow. Crap.

I need to triple Vik's rent.

Well, you could do that. Or you could...

...get him to move in with you

and find someone else to pay full freight.

Mm-mmm. That is not happening.

What?

What? I'm just wondering where this relationship is going.

Well, it's not going anywhere if I can help it.

I think it's kind of perfect right where it is.

He has his space, I have my space.

Great sex one flight away.

No headache, no strings.

I don't know why I ever got married in the first place.

I should have been doing this from the very beginning.

- So you're happy? - Yes, I am.

I've never been happier.

- You're alone again? - Hi.

Jesus Christ, what is that?

- What, this? - Yes. Oh, my God.

Can you even see?

I can see.

I slipped in the lunch line.

- Bullshit. - No, I did.

- Some idiot spilled the juice. - That's it.

I'm getting you moved.

You tried that. It didn't work.

Well, it's going to now.

I mean, this is just outrageous.

Uh, your wrist three weeks ago and then before that your hand...

- Keep your voice down. - Why?

So fatty over there won't hear me?

He's letting this happen to you if he's not doing it to you.

I mean it. Shut your mouth.

I don't want your help, Helen. I told you that.

I've got nine months left here. I can make it nine months.

Yes, but I read an article in some journal.

People can actually sue prisons.

I can't, but you can.

And there's this guy in Delaware, I think.

I don't know what he's in for. Drugs maybe, but...

You found the earrings.

- What? - Didn't we buy those in Mexico?

I thought you lost them.

Yeah, well, I...

...I found them.

Lo and behold.

Look, I'm sorry, Noah.

It's just I can't stand to see you like this.

Where are the kids?

It's Tuesday. They're in school.

Last time was Saturday.

You didn't bring them then either.

Well, I don't... was it a Saturday?

I don't... I don't know.

It's just that the kids, they have these lives

all of a sudden.

Trevor's in a play. Did I tell you that?

They're doing The Tempest set in Cuba,

so it's half in Spanish with samba music.

Can you imagine sitting through that?

You're lucky you're in here.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I said that.

I'm very nervous. I don't...

...I don't know why. I'm...

...um...

I'm going to see Whitney tonight.

Meet the boyfriend.

She really hasn't said anything about him

except for, um, he's some sort of artist.

And he has a loft in, uh, Greenpoint,

which I don't know how he affords that,

- except maybe his parents... - I need to see my kids, Helen.

Look around you. Look... look at all these kids.

Over there and over there.

A lot of them come twice a week.

- I know that, Noah. - They drive for hours.

- The mothers get them here. - I know.

- It's not that difficult. - They hate coming here.

They saw the bruises and your wrist.

- It's upsetting. - They told you this?

They... they're refusing to come?

What do you think I've been talking about?

We have to fucking do something. You can't stay here.

Jesus Christ.

I mean, you want them to see you like this right now?

You're beaten and angry. I-I don't know how to fix it.

I don't want you coming back here.

- What? - I don't want to be moved.

I don't need you to "fix" things.

You don't want me to come and see you?

I don't understand.

I never understood why you were coming here in the first place.

I never asked you to come.

I only let you come for the kids,

and the kids aren't coming.

That's what I want, Helen. I want you to leave me alone.

Is that too much to ask?

I mean, haven't I fucking done enough?

No, I'm very aware of what you've done for me.

I thought you did it for...

...for the kids, I guess.

And for...

I don't know why I think you did it.

I'm out of time.

You get back safe.

Wait, I have, um, wait. Stacey made this.

Can I give this to him?

Oh.

Mm.

You okay?

- You made it. Hi. - Hi.

Oh, you smell so good. We're super excited.

- Vikram. - Hello.

- Wine. - Oh, thank you, sir.

Please tell me you didn't get stuck in the elevator.

What is this place? An airplane hangar?

Um...

This place is amazing.

Furkat took all of them.

- Oh. - Let me...

Mom, Vik, this is Furkat.

Furkat, this is my mother, Helen,

and Vik, the stomach surgeon.

Welcome. Glad you found us okay.

Shake his hand, Mom.

Hi.

Say your name again. Is that F-U-R- "cat"?

- Like the animal? - Like the pet, just with a "K."

Is that Turkish or Russian or...

I'm sorry, Whitney didn't really tell us much.

No, none of the above.

He made it up.

Twenty-five years ago.

Youthful pretension. Then it stuck.

Whatever. I think it's hot.

Come, I made hors d'oeuvres.

May I have some of that?

It's Patagonian toothfish

with caramelized shallots and kumquats.

Also known as Chilean sea bass with little tiny bitter oranges.

I didn't know you knew how to cook fish.

Or to cook.

Oh, well, it's one of my many new skills.

Part of... what did Sven call it the other day?

- Oh, my Furkat learning curve. - Um, yeah, yeah, right.

Ah.

So, these are all for sale?

The ladies over there, yeah.

Uh, the ones on this wall go to Germany.

We have a Berlin show in February.

And then Munich in June.

Which you're going to?

Uh, ja, naturlich.

Martin's graduation is June 23rd.

That's if he graduates.

Hold on, I'll find you a price list.

She was just saying I needed artwork.

You're buying one?

I might.

It'll liven up the place.

Here you go. Just a ballpark.

You'd get a discount, of course. Friends and family.

Look how she put that together. Organized, beautiful.

Okay, I feel like I need to ask a question.

Um...

Are you two working together?

I'm his assistant.

Okay, so...

Are any of these...

Me? No.

I mean, I might model eventually.

- Sure. - But right now,

Furkat needs me on this side of the camera.

I do his schedule, his books...

Oh, and you still have time to go to school?

Don't tell me you stopped going, Whitney.

- I just paid your tuition. - You're concerned, Helen.

I get that.

But try to think

of what Whitney's doing as a sort of apprenticeship.

She'll learn more in six months with me

than she would in three years

at the Fashion Institute of Total Bullshit.

For example, I got my last girlfriend a job

at das Neue Galerie, so...

Can we talk alone?

Fine.

But maybe first you can tell me how what you're doing

is any different.

How what I'm doing?

You know, Vik living in your basement,

paying you rent, while also fucking you.

- Ahem. - Ha! Is that true?

Yes. It's totally insane.

But whatever. I'm not the one judging.

First of all, Vik is my tenant. He doesn't work for me.

Second of all, we are grown-ups

that made a grown-up decision to protect your three siblings.

- Really? For my siblings? - Yes.

They have been through a lot.

Honestly, you'd have to bring your own waterboard

to fuck them up more than my dad did.

Stop. That's it.

I can't sit here and listen to that.

I thought... I was hoping maybe you'd grown up.

I know you think you have, but I...

- Helen. - I can't...

how long have we been here? A half hour?

That's how long it takes you to start attacking your father?

- I wasn't attacking him. - Your level of hate is insane.

He... he made some mistakes.

Some mistakes? He's a murderer.

Just because he was convicted doesn't mean he's guilty.

Mom, for God sakes, the only person who doesn't think

he did it is you.

He treated you like shit.

He cheated and he lied...

Someone's hurting him.

I saw him today. His eye's swollen shut.

He has a gash on his cheek. He...

Uh, I'm confused. You were up at the prison today?

Why are you still visiting him?

Because he's your father.

Because he'll always be your father.

Because you can't just erase him from your life.

No, sure she can.

I haven't spoken to my father since I was 14,

and look how well I turned out.

Shut up.

I know you think you know everything,

but you don't. You don't.

There are things that happened that night...

That night?

What happened that night that I don't know about?

He was drinking.

Quelle surprise.

He offered to drive me home.

He did?

I thought you took a cab.

I said no.

But then I let him drive away.

So?

So, I should have stopped him.

Don't do that. Do not roll your eyes.

Somebody died because I let him drive away.

How would you have stopped him?

I don't know, I don't know,

but I know I could have prevented it.

If you want to hate someone, Whitney, hate me.

Mom, what happened to Scotty was in no way your fault.

I ca... I have a really bad headache.

I have to go.

Wait, what?

Helen, I think you should stay.

I can't. I ha... um, nice to meet you, Furkat.

Um...

...how much for that one?

Helen, can you hold this for a sec?

- Thank you. - Okay, then.

You two have a good night.

What are you mad about, Helen?

That I bought the dumb photograph?

- How was your sandwich? - What?

Trevor's sandwich. You took it to work today.

- I don't... what... - And then you texted me,

"Loved our lunch, be in touch soon," with a smiley face.

- I sent that to you? - Was that not meant for me?

Oops.

I mean, please just tell me who she is.

Who did you have lunch with, Vik?

She's the daughter of a friend of mine.

She's a med student.

I fucking knew it.

She's applying for a residency,

and he asked if I would meet with her.

We were supposed to have coffee.

My schedule shifted, we had lunch instead.

And...?

And we're running off together.

We had a quick bite at Panera and now we're eloping to Tahiti.

- Did I not mention that? - I'm going up.

I don't want to fuck her, Helen,

if that's what you're worried about.

Hold it.

Hold on.

We need to talk about this, Helen.

I don't mention one lunch and that's a problem?

Some big betrayal?

What about you driving two hours

to see your ex without telling me?

Yeah, I never should have told you.

Fine, but don't come after me like I'm the one sneaking around

like I'm the one who's lying.

You're the one hiding things.

We both are.

What are we doing? This isn't a relationship.

This is an arrangement. We don't even trust each other.

I don't know if I'd call it...

You live in a fucking basement, and you come up

when you feel like it, you stay down when you feel like it.

- And so do you. - Yes, that's my point.

We live completely separate lives.

My place, your place, my bed, your bed,

my kids, your... your... your cactus.

You know, it's not normal, Vik.

I know.

But it's what you said you wanted.

- You did say that, Helen. - Yes, because I thought

that's what you wanted.

Okay, that's not fair.

You never asked what I wanted.

I took my cues from you.

Now, you had been hurt,

which you made pretty fucking clear,

and I understood that... mostly.

Look, I'm sorry, I don't remember what I said before.

I just... I know I can't...

...I can't...

...live like this anymore.

I-I can't...

...do this anymore.

Wait, that's it? You're going?

Home sweet home.

All right, he can live over here.

- I do have one request. - I know.

You don't have to say it. I'm done with him, really.

Look.

I understand.

He is the father of your children.

But I'd like if you could ease up.

A little less lying.

I get it, Vik. Really.

I promise, no more. I mean it.

Okay.

I believe you.

- Good night, Helen. - Good night.

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Thank you.

This is it. A bunch of stuff came this week.

Mom said to pile it here.

Wow, it's brighter than it looked.

Uh, microwave's busted.

I think she ordered a new one.

Apart from that, you got your living room,

kitchen, bedrooms and bathroom down the hall.

Uh, you need groceries or whatever,

the IGA's on the highway.

Just go down the hill, turn left.

- Keep going, you'll hit town. - Right.

Pharmacy, hardware, post office,

pretty much everything's right there. Bagels.

Those, uh, those are my keys?

- Top and bottom. - Okay.

Oh, and here.

Coupon for Lockhart's Lobster Roll.

Their cherry pie kicks ass.

Thanks.

- You need anything else or... - No, no.

No, I-I think I'm all set.

All right. Welcome to Montauk.

Joanie!

Hey!

Hey... oh!

Man, you're getting big.

Daddy!

You good? Got the boots?

Yep.

I couldn't do it.

No, I-I saw her just now with Cole, and I...

...I didn't... I-I couldn't speak to him.

I just... I froze and I...

...I-I don't know why.

Or... or I do. I just... I...

...I...

Yes.

Yeah, okay.

No.

Just...

I'm her mother.

I made a mistake.

But I'm still her mother.

Okay.

Yes.

Thank you.

Well, look who it is.

Can I talk to you?

Not here.

Six fucking months.

No explanation, no warning.

You couldn't pick up a phone? You couldn't write a letter?

Did you ever stop to think how that would feel to her?

Yes. I... I have a lot to explain.

And I will.

Or I'll try to.

- I just need to see Joanie. - No fucking way.

Are you kidding, Alison? You ju...

you can't just come and go from her life.

No, that's not what I'm doing. I was sick, I-I had to go...

She's four. There's no excuse.

I know.

I'm better now.

And I'm back, and I'm not going to leave her again.

Look, please, Cole, let me see her

or let me just hug her.

I'm still her mother.

She needs me.

She'll be home at 5:00. You can come by then.

Thank... thank you.

Alison Bailey.

Am I seeing things?

- Hi, Linda. - Hey.

Well, no one I'd rather have march in here.

How you doing, sweetheart?

- Did you get some rest? - Yeah, tons.

I... I'm a new woman.

Well, that's more than I can claim.

- Uh, how's Hank? - Ah, same grouchy self.

Oh.

- You here for your mail? - Yeah.

I-I-I don't know if there's much, but...

I'll go and grab it.

Here you go.

That's what you got.

Uh, they come in

one, two times a week.

- Uh, I gotta go, Linda. - Okay.

Say hi to Hank for me, will you?

- Okay, Alison. - Okay, bye.

Bye-bye.

Hi.

Wow, the place looks great.

You did some work.

Yeah, we painted a little bit.

It's just temporary, though.

We've got a lot over in Hither Hills.

We're going to build a house.

- We start in April. - Wow, you must be doing well.

Yeah, the Roll's busy. We're making money.

And Caleb and Hal and I started up a little contracting company.

Where's Joanie? Is she here?

Why don't you take a seat, Alison?

She's at Cherry's.

I know Cole told you you could see her, but, um,

he and I talked, and that can't happen.

Wait, what?

She's four. We can't do that to her.

Not after everything she's been through.

No, I, uh...

...I need to see her, Luisa.

Yeah, I-I know I hurt her,

and I told Cole I'll explain everything.

She asked for you every night.

She cried for hours. For months.

Look... you have to understand.

I-I didn't have a choice.

- What? - Look, I...

...I needed to go. I was... so worried about her.

- About her? - And I knew that she'd be safe

with you. That you'd take care of her.

- Which we did. - I know, and I am so grateful.

And I'm... I'm so sorry.

Listen, Alison, I've tried to be patient with you.

When you suddenly announced he was the father,

after two years of keeping that to yourself,

I said okay.

You want him in her life? Fine.

You want to share custody of her? Fine.

We'll share the Lobster Roll. We'll share the child.

We'll do whatever the hell you want.

And then you just fucking disappear.

To put your own child through that.

There's something deeply wrong with you.

Look, she's... she's my daughter.

You... you can't keep her from me.

We can, actually.

Wait... no.

No, that's not fair.

You signed the paperwork, Alison.

That wasn't fair. I-I wasn't in my right mind.

I knew she was going to say that.

We searched for you for months.

We gave you the opportunity to come back.

I wasn't well. You don't understand.

- I-I couldn't... - There was a lawyer present.

Nobody forced you

to sign anything.

Look, I don't like doing this.

I'm... I'm only asking to see her.

I-I-I saw this dress. It's... it's purple.

It's her favorite.

Joanie likes yellow now.

Hey, Cole, please.

She is doing so much better now, Alison.

She's having less nightmares. She's throwing less tantrums.

Luisa's got her on a schedule. She's going to school.

She's got her friends, so... I'm sorry,

but the answer's no.

Please.

Don't do this.

You can't do this.

We'll give that to her if you want.

No.

Alison Bailey.

It's really you. Look at that.

I thought you were dead.

"It's nice to see you too, Oscar."

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, come on, come on.

- Can I give you a hug? - No.

- Can I buy you a cup of coffee? - No, look, I...

Why not? You got some place you gotta be?

Why are you so happy?

Jenny's pregnant.

- Oh, my God. - Yeah.

- Congratulations... wow. - Yeah.

So come on, take me out to celebrate.

Bailey?

Clay, hey.

My God. Sight for sore eyes.

- How are you? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm happy to be home.

Well, I'm happy too. What can I get you?

Two screwdrivers.

No, just an orange juice for me.

Oh, come on.

What, you're gonna make me drink alone?

You don't have to drink either.

Yeah, okay.

Fine. Uh, one screwdriver,

one orange juice.

Coming up.

- So what the fuck happened? - Nothing.

Nothing? You disappeared for six months.

- Did you join ISIS? - No.

I didn't think so, but you should know,

that theory was circling around here for a while.

- Did you get kidnapped? - No.

Did you fall in love with a sailor?

- Oscar. - Did you have amnesia?

Can you even remember what happened?

Bailey, I was worried about you.

The whole town was worried about you.

You got a lot of people who love you here.

Yeah, it's true.

I just had to go away for a while.

Yeah, that part I know.

The question is why?

Does it have anything to do with Joanie turning four?

Hmm?

I know you think I'm an idiot, but I pay attention.

Yeah.

Yeah, it did have something to do with that.

Mm-hmm.

I-I really don't know if I should be talking about this.

Why not?

I don't know if Cole would want me to.

If Cole would want you to?

Did he say anything about me while I was gone?

He said you lost your mind.

Screwdriver for the gentleman, and a virgin for the lady.

- Thanks, Clay. - Mm-hmm.

He says I can't see her now.

That I'm not fit to be alone with her.

- Okay, well, he can't do that. - No, he can.

I signed these papers.

- What papers? - At the institute.

What institute? What are you talking about?

I...

You remember last winter and it just never stopped snowing?

- Yeah, I was here. - Yeah.

When Joanie got that bad flu that was going around,

and she got really sick and I was alone with her.

You know, Cole and I were technically splitting time,

but he had this big job

and I just didn't want to hassle him.

And Luisa hates me, so, you know.

I... I should have called him.

Why? What happened?

Joanie wasn't getting better.

She had this terrible fever for a week.

Maybe more.

And, uh... I freaked.

I freaked out, Oscar.

I thought... I must be doing something wrong.

It must be me, um.

And I know it sounds ridiculous,

when I tried to explain, you know, she's a kid.

They get sick. They get very sick.

But like you said, she was the same age as Gabriel

when he, um...

And I started to see these, uh...

...I... I don't know

quite how to describe it,

but I...

...started seeing flashes

of things that could happen to her.

Like things that weren't real.

Yeah, that sounds bad.

Yeah, it was.

And one night, she'd been sick for ten days maybe.

She wouldn't eat.

She would barely drink.

And I knew that it was my fault.

I was convinced that if she stayed with me,

she would die.

And so I bundled her up and I...

...I took her to Cole in the middle of the night

and I told him

that I would be back in a few days.

Then you went to that institute?

Yeah.

I took all the money that I had from Lobster Roll

and I asked them to help me.

- Did they? - Yeah.

Yeah. It was kind of a miracle.

They did.

So now, what happened with Cole?

Ugh.

I gave him custody of her.

- Why? - I don't know.

It was so stupid, but I was in such a bad way, Oscar.

You know, I was afraid that I was... it wasn't gonna end.

I was afraid that I would be in that place forever,

and I just... I...

...I was worried about

what would happen to Joanie if that was the case,

and so I... God, it was only supposed to be temporary.

Just until I got out.

I never thought in a million years

that he would try and keep her from me.

Okay, look.

I've known you both for a long time.

You're both good people.

But you're both stubborn as fuck.

And you both kicked the shit out of me, at different times,

in different ways.

So, I'm telling you this as a friend,

someone who cares about you,

and who is also a little afraid of you,

and very afraid of your ex-husband.

All you need...

...is a good lawyer.

Right?

Yeah.

Cheers.

I gonna have that one actually.

Oh, my God, sweetheart.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Mm.

Hey.

Oh.

I'm sorry I've been gone so long.

- Do you want to see your room? - Is it this way?

Yeah, go.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for her.

You got one hour.

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