All language subtitles for The.Undoing.S01E01

("Dream a Little Dream of Me"
playing)

♪

♪ STARS SHINING BRIGHT
ABOVE YOU ♪

♪ NIGHT BREEZES
SEEM TO WHISPER
I LOVE YOU ♪

♪ BIRDS SINGING IN
THE SYCAMORE TREE ♪

♪ DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME ♪

♪ SAY NIGHTY-NIGHT
AND KISS ME ♪

♪ JUST HOLD ME TIGHT
AND TELL ME YOU'LL MISS ME ♪

♪ WHILE I'M ALONE
AND BLUE AS CAN BE ♪

♪ DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME ♪

♪ SWEET DREAMS
TILL SUNBEAMS FIND YOU ♪

♪ SWEET DREAMS THAT LEAVE
ALL WORRIES BEHIND YOU ♪

♪ BUT IN YOUR DREAMS
WHATEVER THEY BE ♪

♪ DREAM A LITTLE ♪

♪ DREAM OF ME ♪

-Boy: WHERE IS SHE?
-Man: SHE'S IN HER STUDIO.

Man:
SHE'S WORKIN'.

Boy:
WHY HASN'T SHE COME BACK?

(disjointed music playing)

♪

(music continues)

(siren blaring)

♪

(soft classical music playing)

(humming)

(soft music continues
over speakers)

Mm-hmm.

(blender whirring)

It's crap. It's cra--
Could you just
turn that down a bit?

-Please. I'm trying
to concentrate...
-What?

on a very delicate
operation, here.

Blenders don't have
volume control.

Well, that's a pathetic excuse.
Just turn it down, anyway.

-(blender stops)
-Henry: Dad.

-Yeah.
-I did some research
last night.

-Yes?
-On golden doodles.

-Oh, God--
-And they don't shed.

They're hypoallergenic.

-No, no-- Listen, Hen.
-They're really, really,
really cute.

We're not having--
Tell him. Tell him.

-It's the dog thing again.
-But why, Dad?

We can't have a dog
because as I've said before,

all dogs make my throat
close up,

so no air gets to my lungs,
which makes me die.

So it's--
It's undesirable.

-But--
-Think of another pet.
You know, you can have a,

a cat, or a hamster.

Or-- I don't know what
kids have these days.

Have a, have a vampire bat.

(growls in frustration)

-Is that a promise?
-Yes. That is a promise.

Like the, the promise of...

a road trip, too?
Just you and me?

That's a low blow.
That will happen.

-Henry: Will it?
-It will happen.

Shit, my violin!

-Jonathan: Help me, please.
-What is going on?

I don't know why
I'm suddenly six years old.

Oh, God. All right.
Why the tie, hmm?

Not another funeral?

-It's The Turd's idea.
-Oh.

And no, no.

-Not all my patients die.
-Oh.

Why are you so dressed up?
What's his name?

Ladies' tea.
Planning the fundraiser.

Oh, school auction.
Did I mention I'm not going?

-Oh, did I mention you are?
-I think you'll find I'm not,
my love.

Isn't it enough
we give them tons
of money anyway?

We actually don't
give them money.

-Well, your dad does,
which is very sweet of him.
-Grace: Uh-huh.

Which reminds me,
we have dinner with him
next Thursday.

Right. So I have
Reardon and your dad
in the same week.

I'm just the luckiest girl
in New York.

-(Grace laughing)
-Don't you like Reardon?

Well, do you like Reardon?
You, you like your school?

-Yeah.
-Grace: Hey.

And I love it.
Go on, kiss your mom.

-We have to go.
-Mom--

No, I'm not kissing Mom.
You do it.

You need to clean this up.

I'm not doing this
every single morning.

No, no, I want to kiss you.
I like this.

Yeah. Right.

-Henry? Henry?
-Henry: What?

No more smoothies.
You never, ever clean up...

Jonathan: All right,
here's a question
and don't lie.

Did you, in fact,
practice that thing
at all this week?

Because I heard nothing.

No, I practiced.

-Really?
-Yeah. I swear.

Do you know,
he doesn't even
think I'm any good.

Mr. Rosenbaum.

He actually said that, did he?

No. It's not that he says it.

It just-- He used to say
a lot more good stuff.

I mean, sometimes
with the looks he gives me,

I-I think
he wants me to quit.

Well, is it possible that,
as your mom might say--

(imitating Grace):
You're actually
projecting that sentiment.

Because somewhere deep down,

in the bowels of
your teenage psyche,

you actually want to give it up.

I don't want to give up.
I love violin.

(in normal voice):
Okay, well,
that's great then.

You know, Rosenbaum,
he's an unhappy man.

It is never a good idea

to take measure of ourselves

through the eyes of the joyless.

Well, you can be joyless.

-Beg your pardon?
-Yeah.

You can be joyless
when you're--
when you're stressed.

Do I seem stressed a lot?

Some... lately.

Huh.

Brilliant. Well, now--

Now I'm stressed about
being stressed, so...

-Thank you very much.
-You're welcome.

You don't, you don't play
your violin for Rosenbaum,
anyway.

You owe him your respect
and your hard work,

but in the end,
your relationship with song

is between you
and your music.

-Got it.
-Right. And you're
brilliant, okay?

So fuck Rosenbaum.

-I'm telling Mom you said that.
-Take your violin,

and shove it up his
Rosen-bum cheeks, okay?

Dad...

(lively classical music playing)

♪

-Jason: Morning.
-Morning.

Rebecca Harkness has arrived
way too early.

(whispers):
Oh. Great.

Rebecca:
It just doesn't make
any sense to me.

-Huh.
-One minute,
he's attentive, loving.

The next minute,
he's borderline abusive.

I got both swings last night.
The full pendulum.

And fucking forbid

I call him bipolar.
I mean...

Fucking forbid!

So you're back to
thinking that he's, um,
that he's bipolar.

I don't know.
The mood swings...

What do you think?

Well, I don't know him.

-I only know you.
-Meaning?

-Do not give me that look.
-This is your third marriage.
Isn't it?

(grunts) So, what,
we're keeping score?

No. No, I'm just...

-I'm not doing that.
-Okay, this is going somewhere,

and I'm not exactly sure where,
other than a direction

not in my favor.
So just say it.

-Say it! I pay you. Say it.
-Reb--

Rebecca.

I have met few people
more discriminating than you.

You read 100 Yelp reviews
before choosing someone
to install your carpet.

Am I right?
You, you try on
20 pairs of shoes

before making a choice.

You do background checks
on your hair colorist.

You did a background check
on me, no doubt.

You vet everything.
Everything.

-Which is fine. I mean,
that's appropriate.
-But...

But an attractive man
comes along,

and shows an interest in you,
and judgment be gone.

No. That is not
what is happening.

I mean, the day
that you met Kevin,

you floated into this office.

It was an appointment
that was made to deal

with the anguish
of husband number two,

only to declare that you'd met
husband number three.

So, I'm saying...

Maybe it's possible...

that you're less of a victim
of Kevin's moods than
you are of your own.

So, excuse me,
this is my fault?

-No.
-It is. You're blaming me.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying
there's a particular

type of person that
you want to be with,

and maybe you're
a little too quick

to see that person
in the men that you meet,

instead of seeing
what's actually there.

(horn honks)

Grace (over phone):
UGH. WELL, I'LL PROBABLY
NEVER SEE HER AGAIN

BECAUSE THEY HIRE YOU
TO GIVE THEM THE HARD TRUTHS,

AND THEN, THEN THEY FIRE YOU
FOR DELIVERING THEM.

Well, just--
just up your prices.

The more exclusive you seem,
the more she'll come begging.

Wow. (chuckles)
I have some bad news.

The, um,

the dress code
for the fundraiser
is fancy-glam.

I'm not wearing a tux.

Grace:
LISTEN, THIS IS FOR
HENRY'S SCHOOL.

If I can tough out
a ladies' tea,

you can stomach one fundraiser.
For Henry.

I will do it.
But not for Henry's school.

I will do it for you.

Because you're hot.

Anyway, I'm here.
Okay?

Later, smart ass.

Yeah, later. Bye.

(doorbell chimes)

-Come in.
-Hi.

-Let me take your coat.
-Yes.

They're waiting for you
upstairs.

(laughter)

-Sally: Hello!
-Sorry I'm late.

-Not a problem.
-(distant baby babbling)

-We have a new mom.
-Oh.

A Scholarship.

She brought her infant.
She's changing her
in the bathroom.

You look fabulous.

-Oh, hi, Grace.
-Grace: Hi.

-Hi.
-Grace: Is she, uh,
on the committee?

Uh, wants to be
an involved parent.

Hi. Hi, hi. Sorry.

-Hey.
-Thanks.

Sylvia:
Did any of you even know
that she was coming?

I mean, I'm usually
the first one to
learn of anything.

People can't wait
to tell me stuff.

Amanda:
Because you're so quick
to disapprove.

Well, exactly.

Diane:
All right, we should
get going here.

Woman:
Sorry!

Sylvia:
She's a bit nervous.

She's back to being
the auctioneer.

Jolene:
I thought you got
the guy from Sotheby's.

Diane:
No, he dropped out.
We'll be fine.

-I've done this before.
-Hi.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Grace Fraser.

Elena Alves.
Nice to meet you.

-Hi.
-Elena has a boy
in fourth grade?

You said his name was Miguel?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Your baby's gorgeous.

-Thank you.
-Hello. Boy or girl?

Girl. Teresa.

Oh. Teresa.

-I love your eyelashes.
-Okay, come on, folks.

The auction's tomorrow.

Thank you so much
for letting me join.

Are you kidding?
We're happy to get
all the help we can.

That you even have the time
with two kids.

I have twins. So regret it.

-Jolene!
-(all chuckling)

I mean, they're
so much work, right?

Sylvia:
Okay, let's, uh...

let's rank the items.

-Yes.
-We'll start with
the least expensive.

Work our way up to the...
the big tickets.

Amanda:
There's a lot of stuff here.

Well, we have over 200
people confirmed coming.
That's a record.

Thanks to the Spensers
lending us their home.

I did a walk-through yesterday.
Oh, my God.

Mm. Did you see
the David Hockneys?

Two of them,
on facing walls
in the dining room.

-And what about Suki's closet?
-Oh, I'll get there.

Maybe Monday night,
with any luck.

-Yes!
-(all chattering)

Diane:
Okay, let's do this. Okay!

(clears throat)
We got four separate stays
in the Hamptons.

A pair in Vail and Aspen.

A cooking lesson at Tribeca
for eight.

You never know how much
those go for.

Amanda:
Stem-cell facelift.

Does anybody really
believe in those?

Jolene:
Kathy Sennot got one.
Did not work.

Sally:
We have a bunch of consults.

A college admissions counselor.
A pre-school admissions
counselor.

A genealogist that'll
come to your house.

-That could actually go.
-(baby crying)

Jolene:
I don't see any artists.
Where are the artists?

Sylvia:
Are you saying
we can't scratch up

one lousy playwright
in all of New York City?

Grace, maybe you could donate
a therapy session.

I am not doing that.
That is not happening.

Why not? "Do I hear $500
on saving your marriage?"

Uh, 500, and I will
throw in my husband.

Sally:
Grace, you know
what would be awesome?

I think Jonathan
would be a huge get.

You want to auction Jonathan?

-Sally: Well...
-Yes! I'm putting him up.

Uh, Grace's husband is a doctor.

-He was featured in
"New York" magazine.
-Oh.

Sylvia:
He's an oncologist, Sally.
Who's gonna bid on cancer?

Amanda:
A private, after-hours tour
at the Guggenheim.

They're doing the Salon
de la Rose Croix.

You know, I was just there
on Tuesday for the Chagall
exhibit.

I swear, I actually
felt light-headed.

Sally:
I don't really get Chagall.

Amanda (laughing):
I mean, who doesn't get Chagall?

Jolene:
Me. One minute he's a modernist.

Then it's stained glass.
The guy's all over the place.

If he were alive today,
they'd put him on Prozac...

♪

(phone vibrating)

-Hey. Hold on.
-(phone clicks)

Tell me that wasn't odd.
My God!

She was just feeding her child.

Sylvia (whispering):
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

There was definitely
something more going on.

-Excuse me.
-Grace (over phone):
LIKE WHAT?

Like she was...

Point!
Point your foot!

Like she was being
passive-aggressive about it.
You didn't get that?

No.

You know, I've seen her
at the school before.

SITTING ACROSS THE STREET
ON ONE OF THOSE BENCHES.

AFTER SHE DROPS HER SON OFF,
SHE JUST SITS THERE.

Grace:
WITH THE BABY?

Sylvia:
WELL NOW WITH THE BABY.
BEFORE WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT.

She wouldn't even be
reading a book.

I feel like telling her,
"You live in New York.

It is a crime not to be
frantically busy."
Who just...

SITS AROUND QUIETLY?

What an unfathomable
state of being.

Albeit with...
(laughs)

spectacular breasts.

-You're bad.
-OH, MY GOD.
THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL.

(whispers):
Up, up, up, up, up.

Up, up, tall.
Get your-- Tall.

-Shoulders down.
Shoulders down.
-(giggles)

Stop smiling.
Stop smiling!

(horns honking)

(siren blaring)

(kissing noises)

Elena, what's wrong?

Grace:
IT WAS HOSTILE.
IT JUST WAS.

But I don't blame her.
I mean, we were
talking about art.

We were talking about money.
It was, it was pretty vulgar.

And she was just
trying to say,
"Hey, here I am.

"I'm a real, real woman.
I'm a real mom.

I'm struggling, and--"
(clicks tongue)

I don't know. Sometimes I think
we should move out of the city.

Said the most New York person
I've ever met in my life.

No, but don't you
worry sometimes

that you're raising your son
in a bubble?

I thought that was the whole
essence of modern parenting,
isn't it?

Keep them protected from reality
for as long as possible

so that when they
finally emerge,

they can't cope
and end up self-harming.

-I thought we were doing
really well at that.
-Mm.

Wow. What about
Schenectady, huh?

-I've heard nice things
about Schenectady.
-It sounds horrible.

Even phonetically.

So, is this
a serious conversation?

Yeah.

Yep. Manhattan is
a lonely place.

I mean,
when you think about it,

we don't have a lot
of close friends.

Well, that's only 'cause
we hate everyone.

You hate everyone.
I don't.

I wouldn't call us isolated.

Our days are stuffed
with people and their problems.

I mean, we're right up close
with them at their most
vulnerable.

It's not a conventional
social life,

but in terms of meaningful
human interaction,

I would say we did
very well.

-Mm.
-I don't like you being lonely.

Grace:
Mm.

You lonely in there?

Would you like some company?

Would you like to be washed?

Grace, Dr. Fraser,
with his magic hands.

(Grace laughs)

Shall I get my rubber gloves?

-Come on. Come in.
-I'm coming, Grace.

(lively orchestral music
playing)

♪

(pop song playing
over speakers)

(song changes over speakers)

(water running)

(indistinct chatter)

Grace?

Hi.

Elena.

-We met at the
fundraiser committee.
-Yes, yes. Of course.

How are you?

-I'm, I'm well. (laughs)
-Good.

Thank you so much for
making me feel so welcome.

The other women...

I don't know,
I felt like an intruder.

But you made me feel
at home. So...

-Thank you.
-(laughing)

Well, I know that, um...

Everybody was very happy
to have you there.

We need all the help
we can get. (laughs)

How can I help?

-'Cause nobody actually
made me do anything.
-(laughs)

Um, I suppose...

because most of the work
was already done, and...

And you were occupied
with your sweet baby.

Yeah.

But I want to be a part of it.

At school.

I really do.

I know.

I really do.

(coughs)

Grace: (sighs)
She was just standing there.

Naked.

-(sighs)
-Yeah?

I'm all for women
being comfortable
with their bodies,

but it was...

-Weird.
-Good weird?

Were you a little bit...

-St--
-Aroused?

-No.
-Jonathan: Oh, Christ.
We're nearly there.

The sooner we can get out,
the better.

Look, I've got that
early flight to Cleveland.

When do you get back?

Possibly tomorrow night,
if I can get away,

but you know,
I do hate to forfeit
my Hyatt reward points.

And that's how you get
the complimentary breakfast,
Grace.

Okay, here we are.

Slump, dread, sob...

-Despair--
-Look at me.

Mm.

I'm very proud of my wife.
Come on.

(clicking elevator button)

-(Grace clears throat)
-Oh, Christ. They're coming.

-(commotion)
-Hold the elevator!

Oh. Sorry. Sorry!
Just--

(doors shut, elevator whirs)

-Couldn't face it.
-You're so bad.

-(sighs)
-Profound, and
existential dread.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ DO DO DO DO ♪

-Woman:
Hi. May I take your coat?
-Grace: Thank you.

Woman:
Thank you.

♪ DO DO DO DO,
DO DO DO ♪

-Woman: Thanks.
-Jonathan: Thank you.

♪ COUNT EVERY STAR ♪

♪ IN THE MIDNIGHT SKY ♪

-Man: Champagne?
-Thank you.

Thank God. Thank you.
I love you very much.

(chuckles)

I thought there was
gonna be some glam.

-I didn't think this much.
-Ugh.

Can we hide?

Let's go and pretend to be
interested in those Hockneys,
mm?

No, we're stuck here for a bit.

We have to have cocktails
with the headmaster first.

-Come on.
-Jonathan: Oh, Christ.

-Robert. Hi.
-Robert: Grace.

-Jonathan.
-Hey.

Oh, thank you both
so much for coming.

-There you are.
-It's a--

-(laughs) Dad?
-Hello.

Robert:
Franklin.

Such an honor and
a privilege, sir.

-You left out "thrill."
-Robert (laughing):
Yes, I did.

(Grace laughs)

Well, thank you for coming.

I'm not coming.
I'm going.

-Grace: Really? Now?
-I bid on the
silent auction.

I'm apt to win one of
Henry Ford's
original dipsticks.

-Grace: Mm.
-I would like to be long gone
before that happens.

-Jonathan.
-Franklin.

You're looking well.

I am?

Uh, very surprising.
Thank you.

-Dinner Thursday?
-Absolutely.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-Hi. Hi, hi.
-Franklin: Hi, darling.

-Jonathan.
-Franklin.

You're not gonna
fucking believe this.

-Grace: What?
-They're not even here.

-Grace: Who?
-The Spensers.

Oh.

What, you don't think
that's rude?

We could take it as rude
or it could be,

"While we're gonna be
out of town,

happy to let you
use our palace."

Can't you ever
just be not nice?

-Oh, she can, I promise you.
-(laughing)

You hear those fucks
didn't show?

It's a fabulous turnout.
I was worried that people
wouldn't show,

and it seems that
absolutely everybody
is here,

so we can relax.

There she is.

Jolene:
Ugh. Our lactator-in-chief.

Grace:
She looks a bit uncomfortable.

That's the mom
I was telling you about.

-Oh, that's her?
-Mm-hmm.

-The nudist?
-I want those boobs.

Amanda:
You know, we should
go talk to her.

She must be feeling
so awkward.

Sally:
Actually, she seems okay.

Mm, maybe better than okay.

-Jonathan:
Am I missing something?
-Amanda: Look at the men.

Sally:
Like Pavlov's dogs.

Grace, I, I think
she might be
looking at you.

Really? Is she?

Jonathan:
Uh, yeah. I think she is.

Sylvia:
Well, here you all are.

I think they'd like
to get started.
It's bidding time.

-Start herding the people.
-Diane: All right. Here we go.

Come on.

Is that enough?
We've put in
an appearance.

-Can we go?
-Would you stop?

Hey. I'll make it
up to you later.

Make it up to me now.
Let's find a room.
They must have a few.

-You're so bad.
-Come on.
In Suki's closet.

-In Suki's clothes.
Both of us.
-Stop!

Make an Englishman happy.
Come on.

(Grace laughs)

-Aah.
-(glass clicks on table)

-You know what
I love about this?
-What?

You could never tell
they were rich.

It's all so classy
and understated.

Sally:
Hi. We're ready to start.

Welcome, welcome,
welcome.

I'm Sally Maybury,
head of the auction
committee,

-for our wonderful
Reardon School!
-(all applauding)

-Woo!
-(cheering)

Sally:
We have a positively fabulous

afternoon in store for you.

Now, some of you
might be thinking,

"Don't I already pay enough
in tuition?"

-Woman: Damn right!
-(laughter)

Yes. Of course you do.
Yes, I feel the same way.

But, it is our responsibility

to make sure that
Reardon can accept

the students it wants to accept,

and that those students
are able to attend,

despite their financial
circumstances,

ensuring that the name Reardon
is always synonymous with...

-Diversity!
-(applauding)

Sally:
And of course,
we have to make sure that

our teachers are so well paid

that we do not lose them
to other schools.

-We love our teachers
at Reardon! Woo!
-(applauding)

Just not enough to
invite them to the party.

-Shush.
-Sally: Okay, now,

Diane Porter is gonna
start the party. Let's go!

-Woo!
-(all applauding)

Diane:
Before we turn to
our scheduled items for bid...

Observe.

This may look like
an ordinary glass
of tap water,

but it is much
more than that.

This is very special water

that will serve to
prime the pipes

to your generously
deep pockets.

-All: Aw...
-(laughter)

Diane:
What is the value,
you may ask,

of an ordinary glass
of tap water?

That depends.

What is the value of
your children's education?

The value of his
or her teachers?

The opportunity
of the less fortunate

to enjoy the privilege
of your offspring.

Who will bid $1,000

for this glass of water?

Who is gonna stand up
and clang that bell?

-Woman: 1,000!
-Diane: $1,000!

-Thank you. Money for our kids.
-(applauding)

-Man: 2,000!
-Diane: 2,000!

3,000...

5,000 right here...

-Man: Eight!
-Diane: 8,000, right here!

-Man: I bid 10!
-Diane: 10,000!

(applauding)

-(toilet flushing)
-Grace: Oh, uh...

Elena. Sorry--

-I...
-(whispers): Sorry.

-(exhales)
-Grace: Are you okay?

(exhales)

(sighs)

(blows nose)

(groans)

I'm sorry.

(sniffles)

(exhales)
'Cause sometimes
I just feel...

overwhelmed.

And lost.

-Grace: Mm.
-I...

Do you ever feel that?

If you ever want to talk...

For free, uh...

I apologize.
I didn't mean it
to sound like that.

But if you do ever
wanna talk...

You're so kind.
Thank you.

And please,
don't be intimidated.

The parents at Reardon
can be a little, um...

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

But...

Most of them are very kind.
They're...

They are nice people.
Kind people and...

But you are the most kind.

It's true.

I feel it.

Diane:
All right, our next item...

-Knicks tickets. Wow.
-(excited chatter)

You can rub elbows
with Spike Lee.

Pitch him your idea
for a new movie.

Hey, you never know.
They might even win the game.

(all exclaiming)

All right. Who's gonna
take these tickets
off my hands?

Let's start the bidding
at 1,500.

-Thank you.
-Diane: 1,500, right here.

2,000, in the front. 2,500.
Do I hear 3,000?

-Diane: 3,000 over here. 35?
-Man: Yeah.

-Diane: 4,000, near the piano.
-Man: Right here.

Diane:
$6,000!

-Going once, going twice...
-Elena?

-Diane: Yours, for--
-Oh, hi.

I'm going home
'cause I forgot to pump,

and it's getting a bit
uncomfortable.

Oh. I have a car.

My driver could take you,
if you want.

-Oh. Oh, no, I'm...
-Please.

I'm in Harlem,

so, it'll be faster
to take the subway.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah. I'm sure.

But thank you.

Oh, hey. It's all right.

Thank you.

For your kindness.

(door closes)

Diane:
Do I hear 80? 80,000?

Gentleman in the front.
90? 90,000.

If we reach 100,000,

we'll donate a C-class
to a child in need.

(crowd laughing)

So what was all that?

What's going on with you
and the nudist?

(exhales) She was upset,

and she just, um,

I suggested she use our car
but she didn't want to, so...

You are a very nice person.

-(chuckles)
-Come here.

-(applause)
-(laughs)

I love you.

-I love you.
-Diane: Thank you so much.
It's been an incredible evening.

You raised so much
money for a good cause.
Thank you.

-(piano music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

Grace:
We're good?

Sylvia:
Joanna...

-Well, you're not gonna
be happy.
-Why?

-I just got paged.
-Mm-hmm?

Shelby McGibbons' lungs
just filled up with fluid.

-Go.
-You want to come?

Legitimate excuse
to duck out early.

The driver could drop me
at the hospital?

Oh, I can't.
I'm on the committee. Go.

-Go, go. Take the driver.
I'll Uber.
-Really? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'll, I'll call.

(laughs)

-Mm.
-Sally: Where's he going?

Emergency.
One of his patients.

Honestly, staring down cancer
every day with children,

maintaining a sense
of humor all the while.

-How does he do it?
-Grace: I wonder myself.

-(piano music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

(distant siren blaring)

(slow breathing)

Shelby:
TEN DOLLARS.

Jonathan:
YEP. YOU HAVE MY SOLEMN WORD.

YOU CAN TRUST ME.
I'M A DOCTOR.

Shelby:
TEN BUCKS IF I BEAT LEUKEMIA.

Yeah.

I mean, if you prefer,

I could give you
a whole talk about, um,

you know,
being brave and fighting,

and all that sort of stuff
but I do find,
generally speaking,

money works best.

Shelby:
How 'bout $10,

and when I apply
to medical school,

you write my recommendation.

I don't know.
I don't know, Shelby.

I'd have to see
your transcripts,

because I can't recommend
just anyone.

You could be awful.

Am I going to die?

You're not gonna die.

If you die, I'll kill you.

(Jonathan and Shelby laugh)

(sighs)

(moans softly)

(distant dog barking)

(distant siren blaring)

Hey.

Did everything go okay?

(exhales)

(softly):
Oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

-Honey. (moans)
-Yeah.

(whispers):
Fuck.

(exhales sharply)

Oh.

(groans)

(moans softly)

(both moaning)

(train rattling)

(distant horns honking)

(bird cawing)

(baby cooing)

Miguel:
Where is she?

She's in her studio.

Why hasn't she come back?

(sighs, sniffs)
She's working, okay?

You think you can
take yourself to school today?

Catch the bus outside?

-(baby cries)
-Yeah.

Go get your things.
You're gonna be late.

(baby wailing)

-(crying continues)
-Shh...

-(honking, brakes squealing)
-(indistinct chatter)

(tense music playing)

♪

(horns honking)

-Grace: Henry?
-Uh-huh.

Come on. Have you eaten?

-Yeah.
-We gotta go 'cause I'm, um,

I'm late and I've got
an early session.

-Quick! Put those books away.
-Yeah. Okay.

Mom.

I don't think Dad
is actually allergic
to dogs.

I think he just says it.

Yeah. You're right.

It's not about being allergic.

He would never want me
to tell you this, so don't
say anything, all right?

Okay.

But when he was younger,
he was actually your age,

he was home alone,
he was taking care of
the family dog,

it got out of the house...

and it was hit by a car
and killed.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

I mean, it was very
traumatic for him.

And it was actually made worse
because his parents...

blamed him for it.

-What?
-Yeah. That's why
he hates talking about it.

What kind of dog?

Um... (scoffs)
What kind of--

I think it was...
It was a small dog.

That's what I know.

Anyway, I honestly don't think
he's ever gotten over it.

Quick. Put everything away,
would you? Let's go.

-Put your coat on.
It's freezing outside.
-All right.

Grace:
AT SOME POINT, YOU ARE
GONNA HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

The why of it all.

It had nothing to do
with us. Or you.

-Bullshit!
-Here we go.

So, what was it about, then?

Just sex?

If I had a clue,
I wouldn't be here

paying these
criminally high rates.

-We are paying these
criminally high rates.
-Would I?

Grace:
That's just a bit deflective,
isn't it, Joseph?

Is it possible that you were
drawn to the secret of it all?

Maybe more than you were
to this other man, Dennis?

The affair got to be
yours alone?

Michael couldn't know about it,
so he couldn't micromanage it?

I don't think that's it.

(phone vibrates)

-(Grace sighs)
-I'm sorry. Are we keeping
you from something?

I apologize.
This is my son's school.

It is programmed for
emergencies only,
so I do have to take it.

(phone thuds)

Now, you said that you knew
Dennis when you were single,

but you never had sex
with him then.

I wasn't even
attracted to him then.

No one was attracted to him.
He's not attractive.

-Okay...
-Grace: Exactly.
Then what changed?

Part of the thrill
of adultery is that

it exists in the shadow

of a primary relationship.

It's the clandestine part of it

that provides
much of the erotic jolt.

Could that have
been it here?

The lie?

What about the fear
of getting caught?

Maybe you wanted to get caught.

Why would I want that?

To show Michael that
he can't control you, after all?

I think this is more about
Michael and your marriage

-than it is about
this other man.
-(door opens)

(door slams)

He doesn't always love when
other people are right.
(chuckles nervously)

So you wanted to get caught.

I think I better check on him.

(footsteps departing)

Man:
So we're gonna try and get
the new protocol

for the pro-bono work,
uh, in place as soon
as possible.

(phone buzzing)

(groans)

(scoffs)

-Sylvia?
-Just a second.

It's my...
It's my daughter's school.
Excuse me.

-Excuse me.
-Man: Sylvia, can it wait?

Two minutes.

-(exhales)
-Woman:
Is this going to affect--

-(door slams)
-Did you hear?

What?

The school? It was a family--
It was a family tragedy?

-A FOURTH GRADER?
-Grace.

It was Elena.

-Grace: WHAT?
-(exhales)

She was found dead.

What?

Sylvia (over phone):
WELL, DIDN'T YOU GET
THE SCHOOL ALERT?

Yes. What happened?

There's been no official word.

At first I heard...
(scoffs) aneurysm, but...

WHAT THE SCHOOL
IS BEING TOLD IS THAT...

SHE WAS MURDERED.

(gasps)

What?

-Sylvia: I KNOW.
-Oh, my God.

And, and apparently,

her son, the poor thing.
discovered her.

God, this is awful. Um...

What do they know?
Do they know who did it?

No. Nobody seems to
really know anything.

-Sylvia: I CANNOT BEAR IT.
THAT POOR WOMAN.
-I know.

And that poor little boy.
It's...

You know,
they're looking for
the husband.

They are. Evidently,
they were having problems.

It's always the fucking husband.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?
LETTING HIS OWN SON

-DISCOVER HIS MOTHER
LIKE THAT?
-(exhales)

(sniffs) You know what?
Actually, I'm right in
the middle of a meeting,

-so I'm gonna call you later
when I know more.
-Grace: YEAH.

(exhales)

Elena:
Did I do something wrong?

-(sighs) No. I just--
-You seem unnerved.

-Really?
-Yeah. Just...
Do I unnerve you?

No.

Well, you would tell me...
if I did something wrong.

You didn't do anything wrong.

-Okay?
-Okay.

(exhales)

♪

Joseph Mendoza:
HOW WELL DID YOU KNOW
ELENA ALVES?

Sally:
Not very well, but, um,
she had just started--

Uh, she was part of
the auction committee.

I arranged to have
her participate.

She was a scholarship mom.

Woman:
I've only met her a few times.

-Just in the schoolyard, here.
-Paul O'Rourke:
Do you remember what time

-you left the fundraiser?
-What time I left?

I think, uh,
I was home by eleven.

And what time did you learn
that something had happened?

Sylvia:
The school sent out an alert.

An alert that went out
from the school on
all of our phones.

-Did you know Elena Alves?
-Sylvia: No. Uh, we've met.

-Mm-hmm.
-I don't know her.

The most time I've
ever spent with her

was at a, a meeting
recently at Sally's.

Do you know if Miguel
took the bus,

or did somebody come
and pick him up?

Well, normally his mom
comes to school
to pick him up.

-Did you know Miguel?
-Uh, yeah, we were
in math together.

Okay. Did you say
you knew Miguel as well?

Yeah, sometimes
we played together
after school.

And did everything
seem okay lately?
He's, he's okay lately?

(line ringing)

(siren blaring)

(phone ringing)

Jonathan (on voicemail):
HELLO, THIS IS JONATHAN FRASER.

I CAN'T ANSWER YOUR CALL
RIGHT NOW,

BUT I WILL GET BACK TO YOU
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

IF THIS IS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY,
PLEASE CALL 911,

OR GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM.

Hi, sweetheart.
It's, it's me.

Um, can you give me a call,

'cause something
came up at school.

E-everything's fine.
Henry is fine, but I...

I just, I just want to
fill you in. Um...

I hope Cleveland is good.

-I love you, Uh--
-O'Rourke: Mrs. Fraser.

I'm Detective Paul O'Rourke.
23rd precinct.

Oh, my God.
What happened?
Is it my son?

No, it's not about your son.
I'm sorry if we frightened you.
We--

We do that sometimes.

Grace:
Right. Um...

I'm Detective Joseph Mendoza.
NYPD.

We just want to talk
for a minute.

Can you please just
tell me what happened?

Well, the mother of a child

who attends your son's school
was killed.

-I'm sure you heard of that.

-Yeah.
-The school sent out a message.

I'm so sorry. I just--

No, no. No need to apologize.

-I got two kids.
-Grace: Right.

We just want to ask
a few questions,
if that's okay.

Of course.

I didn't know it was
Mrs. Alves till, um...

until I spoke to a friend.

-And who was the friend?
-Um...

Sylvia Steinetz.

She and I are part of
a committee at the school
that we serve on.

-The, uh, auction committee?
-Mm-hmm.

She just joined.

Mendoza:
And what time did you
learn of her death?

Hmm.
Let me check my phone.

Uh, at 2:46 p.m.

-From, uh, Sylvia Steinetz?
-Grace: Yes.

Is that important?
What time I got the call?

Mendoza:
Well, you're a shrink, right?

You only ask the
important stuff?

She wasn't, um,
a patient of mine,
Mrs. Alves.

She was a--
She-- I mean,
I wasn't treating her.

How well did you know her?

Uh, not well.
As I said, she'd only
just joined the committee.

And you saw her last when?

Grace:
I saw her last night
at the benefit.

Mendoza:
And you didn't talk to her
after that?

-No.
-Mendoza:
Did you notice anyone

Mrs. Alves might have spoken to?

I mean, there were just
some men who were
paying her

special attention.

-What do you mean,
special attention?
-No, I mean,

the, the special attention
that men sometimes

-pay to a woman.
-Mendoza: Mm.

And what about
Mrs. Alves' husband?

Was he there last night?

Not to my knowledge.

I mean, I never met him, so...

Do you suspect
the husband of this?

Right now, we're just,
uh, gathering facts.

Would it be possible for us
to speak to your husband?

Um, well, um, why?

Well, he might have
seen something.

Oh. No. No, he didn't.

So you've spoken to him
since this news came to light?

No, but anything that
he would have seen,

-I would have seen, so...
-Where's your husband now?

He's in Cleveland.

He's at an oncology
convention.

Mendoza:
Where's he staying?

Grace:
I think at a Hyatt,

-or something.
-When did he go there?

Uh, this morning.

-Early.
-(door opens, then closes)

-Henry: Mom.
-Grace: Oh, Henry.

-(sighs)
-Henry: Um, orchestra
ran over.

-Grace: Mm-hmm.
-Wh-what's going on?

Grace:
Um, I'm just talking
to these men.

Could you go to your room,
and I'll, um,

I'll be up in a minute?

-I'll make you a snack.
-Is everything okay?

Grace:
Yes. Yep. Everything's fine.

I just need you
to go upstairs,

and, um, I'll be right there.

Off you go.
I'll be right there.

-Okay.
-Grace: Good.

Go on. (laughs)

Did your son know
the Alves boy?

Um, no. No.

I mean, they're...
They're in different grades.

Yeah, but it's kind of
a small school, isn't it?

That's what I read
on the website.
Small school,

individual attention.

That's why it costs
the big bucks, right?

What is the tuition there?

How much do you pay?

Um, it's...

-$50,000 a year.
-Oof.

Fifty grand. How do you think
they could afford that?
The Alveses?

I mean, I think
it was a scholarship.

But, I don't really have
any knowledge of, uh,

the Alves' financial
circumstances.

Are we upsetting you,
doctor?

(sighs) If there's anything,
anything else I can do.

Sure.

Here's my card.

My cell phone.

If you can think of
anything else.

I will, I will give you a call.

Good.

Mendoza:
Thank you.

-(door opens)
-O'Rourke: Right. Thanks.

-(door closes)
-Henry: What was that about?

-What?
-The police.

-Henry...
-Are they here
for the murder?

-Yeah.
-Oh, I saw it on my phone.

-Really?
-Yeah.

They mentioned Reardon.

Oh. Did you, um...
Did you know the boy?

I think his name is Miguel?

I don't think so.

-Thank you.
-Kind of scary, huh?

This happening at your school?

How you feeling about it?

Did the father do it?

It's...

It's too soon to know.

Did you know her?

Um, hmm?

The mom who got...

Did you know her?

Not really. I mean, she was--

She was on
the auction committee.

Was she nice?

(exhales) Yeah.

Yeah, she was very nice.
She...

She seemed a little sad.

O'Rourke:
WHERE DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?
YOU GO TO REARDON?

What-- Okay.
What grade are you in?

-Fourth.
-Okay.

Do you like it?

It's all right.

So, you were gonna
go to school,

but instead, did--
You went where?

-My mom's studio.
-She's a, an artist?

I know it's hard.
We gotta find out who did this.

(camera shutter clicking)

♪

-Hey.
-Hi.

(clicking on phone screen)

Hey, honey. Um,

I'm sure you're at some
scintillating dinner,

but I really
need you to call me

and talk about
this school incident.

It's nothing bad with Henry,
but can you call me, please?

(clock ticking)

(tapping on phone screen)

(exhales)

(phone bloops)

-(sighs)
-(distant phone vibrating)

(tapping on phone screen)

-(phone bloops)
-(distant phone vibrates)

(clattering)

(breathing shakily)

(drawer slams)

(breathes heavily)

(tapping on phone screen)

(line ringing)

Man 1 (over phone):
HYATT REGENCY AT THE ARCADE.

Um, Jonathan Fraser, please.

-Man 1: IS HE A GUEST?
-Yes.

Man 1:
I'M SORRY. I'M NOT SEEING
A JONATHAN FRASER.

WOULD IT BE UNDER
ANOTHER NAME?

Woman 1 (over phone):
HYATT PLACE INDEPENDENCE.
THIS IS JESSICA.

Uh, Jonathan Fraser's
room, please.

-Jessica: I'M SORRY.
I DON'T SEE ANY RESERVATION.
-(exhales sharply)

Woman 2 (over phone):
HYATT CLEVELAND LEGACY.

Could you put me through
to Jonathan Fraser's room,
please?

-Woman 2:
UH, CAN YOU SPELL THAT?
-Fraser. F-R-A-S-E-R.

-Woman 2: UH, YES.
TRANSFERRING YOU NOW.
-(sighs)

(line ringing)

Woman 3 (over phone):
HELLO?

-Uh...
-Woman 3: WHO IS THIS?

Who are you?

Woman 3: EXCUSE ME?

Uh...

Can you, um, put me through
to, uh, Jonathan Fraser, please?

-(clears throat)
-Woman 3: UH, HOLD ON.

JONATHAN?

Man 2 (over phone):
THIS IS JONATHAN.

Uh, J-Jonathan Fraser?

Man 2 (over phone):
YES. WHO IS THIS?

I'm, I'm sorry. Um...

Sorry.

(intense orchestral
music playing)

♪

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

GRACE FRASER: I don't know
where your father is.

He's not returning calls,
he's not returning my emails.

HENRY FRASER:
Mom, you're acting strange.

Don't worry, it's fine.

If you know something,
this would be the right time

to tell us what it is.

GRACE: Nothing about this
makes any sense.

I just need to get the truth.

Did you guys hear?

The husband just turned
himself in.

Of course it was the husband.

It's always the husband.

DETECTIVE: Exactly how well
did you know Elena Alves?

HALEY FITZGERALD: They still
think you're withholding.

Why?

Because it's what
rich people do.

They conceal the ugly truths.

-(SCREAMS)
-(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

FRANKLIN REINHART: You think
you can handle everything.

This is bigger than you.

Exactly how weak
do you think I am?

(WHISPERING)
I will fix this.

I'll fix this.

I've got a feeling your daughter
is hiding something.

For all I know, she's
an accomplice.

GRACE: (WHISPERING)
I will fix this.

(SCREAMS)

GRACE: I'll fix this.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪