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I found a couple of places that
I think are pretty cute.

I need to see my dad.

Russell and I had a fight,
and he's totally cheating on me.

This one is for Hank.

After taking away
your classes, no.

You mean to work it out
with Russell,

and then in like 25 years,
leave him in a cloud of denial?

Oh.

You're talking about Hank.

He won't actually
speak to me now.

Did you know that?

So it's the middle
of the night,

and, uh, I'm naked,

I'm in a museum,

I'm surrounded by
these Roman statues, right,

and I realize
I have to take a leak,

so I go to the bathroom,

and Rodin's Thinking Guy, right,

he's either there already,
or he followed me in.

-Uh-huh.
-I'm trying to take a leak,

but he's staring at me,

and then, suddenly,
the statue starts to pee.

I mean, like,

the longest, loudest pee
that you've ever heard,

like Vesuvius.

-[laughs]
-Like Niagara.

I mean, he's mocking me.

I get no relief,
not even in my sleep.

I'm kind of clogged up.

[blows hard through nose]

[blowing]

Wow. Wow, loud.

That was much louder

than I thought
it was going to be.

It was exactly as loud
as I thought it would be.

Did you look at
the apartments I sent you?

Yeah, whatever you want's fine.

But I want you to feel like
it's your place, too.

You don't have any preferences?

I...

I don't know,

a place with some nature
around it,

and a view of the river?

You know anything like that?

I'm off.

[gasps] Did you just
give me the cheek?

I haven't brushed.

Uh-uh, not today.

Okay.

I will call you from New York.

I love you.

You too.

No jail this time.

Ha!

You're way too happy!

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[Hank, thinking]
Oh, good.

Two jars of pickles.

Which are the good ones?

Hmm, what if I choose
the wrong one?

Oh, forget it.

[♪♪]

Uh, yeah.
The green pickles.

Green for good.

Wait. No.
Blue for better?

Was that...

[♪♪]

Dad?

Dad?

[man on TV] I've saved the best
for last for this date.

[woman on TV]
Oh, I'm so glad!

[man] Yeah, yeah.
I have to end it on--

[woman] --on a high note.

[man] Yeah, girl,
yes, absolutely.

What the hell?

[woman]
Oh, I'm so happy about that.

-Hi, Julie.
-Hi.

I've called you,
like, five times.

I know.
I can't find my phone.

This phone?

Oh, there it is.

-Thanks.
-Yup.

Hey.

Has Russell been here at all?

I don't know, was he here?

Dad!

[snapping fingers] Focus.

Have you seen Russell
in the past 24 hours?

[sighs heavily]

No.

-Okay.
-Something wrong?

No.

It's nothing.

When does Mom get back?

In a couple days, I think.

Um...

Russell didn't come home
last night.

Is that unusual?

Yes.

We're married.

You were at the wedding.

You were so pretty.

Well, did you call him?

You didn't think
I'd try calling him?

Well, do you want me
to call him?

Yeah, I guess.

I'd like to know he's okay,
and not, like,

at the bottom
of a lake somewhere.

Are you guys fighting?

We're kind of always fighting,
but it's fine.

Oh.

I can't...
I thought I had his contact.

Do you have his number?

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Forget it.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye.

Okay.

Thank you.

[reality TV dating show resumes]

Oh, Jesus.

[Tony] Oh, sorry.

If you're here
to slaughter my father,

he's in the bedroom.

Great.

[woman on TV ]
Yeah, I get that about you.

Yeah...

Ew.

I brought your stinkin'
chainsaw back.

Just put it on the bed.

So you can spoon it?

Are you depressed because
you miss our friendship?

[TV show continues, indistinct]

[turns TV off]

[sighs] Look...

[inhales]

At the convention...

Hmm.

[Hank inhales]

The people,

the meal.

[inhaling]

I...

uh...

Sorry?

I'm sorry.

Nice apology.

You can keep the chainsaw.

-I don't want it.
-It's an expensive one.

It's broken.

I know, but...

All right,
grab your loaf of bread.

Let's get out of here.

No, I want to see what happens
to the pretty girl.

She cheats on Massimo
with T-bone.

[annoyed] Are you--?

[Tony] Yeah.

[Tony] Here, come here.
Take a look at these.

I see.

I see 'em.

It's a white Trillium,
or Trinity Flower.

See it's got three petals,
one, two, three?

Okay.

They're really rare to find.

Come on.

Take a look.

The Native Americans use them
for medicinal purposes.

That's fine.

Actually,
they're considered endangered

because they take
up to ten years to grow.

[grunts]

Beautiful.

I just said
they were endangered.

Oh.

I wasn't really listening.

Okay.

Yeah, put it back
'cause that's how flowers work.

Come on.

You know how
when Zelda and I got divorced,

we each took a night table?

I wasn't tracking that,
but sure.

So now she's remarried
and wants the other night table,

and I know it's putting
a lot on a piece of furniture,

but I kind of felt like
we were still connected,

like I wasn't sleeping alone.

I gave Lily the cheek
the other day

when she leaned in
to kiss goodbye.

So we're talking
about you now?

[clearing throat]
That's why I showed up.

Okay, I had my time.

So are you mad at her
for leaving?

I didn't think I was
till I gave her the cheek,

but I thought
I was happy for her.

Well, the lips know more
than the brain.

Yeah.

My anger has nowhere to go.

It's unhoused.

I'm like
the Count of Monte Cristo,

but instead of plotting revenge
for 40 years,

I've been plotting
a pointed conversation

with my dad,

and now the man that
I wanted to confront is gone.

Gone.

It's like an action movie,

where I go to punch a guy,

and he ducks,
and I hit the guy behind him,

and then I'm feeling guilty,

then the guy behind me

whacks me
in the back of the head.

Look, I've been here.

No one knows
an existential hole

like a divorced person.

Climbing out isn't easy.

Start with one thing.

Something simple.

Could be as easy

as just picking clothes up
off the floor.

Get it done.

Notice the feeling.

Tomorrow,
you'll get two things.

Come on. [claps]
Be present.

Close your eyes.

First thing that comes up
off the top of your head.

Close your eyes.

Um....
Uh, my sink is leaking.

The hose is broken.

Well, you've got to get
right on that.

I will.

It'll get
under your floorboards,

it could cost you 15 grand.

I will.

You'll get black mold
under there.

What are you even doing here?

I'll go.

We're walking around
in the woods,

your house is falling apart--

Yeah, I'll go.

[Laurel, knocking on door]
Uh, Henry?

Are you all right?

Henry?

[door knob rattling]

Ah.

I'm making us
a Vichyssoise for lunch.

I need a toothbrush, Laurel.

Oh, well, give me 15 minutes.

I'll drive you into town.

I want to drive myself.

Oh, don't start
that again, Henry.

You lived in Manhattan
far too long

to remember how to drive.

We drove upstate last winter.

I love to drive.

We'll go together.

We'll make it an outing.

I don't want a goddamn outing.

I want to drive myself
into town

and get it,

alone.

Well, I won't let you.

I'm sorry, Henry,
it's far too risky.

[cell phone vibrating]

Hey.

[Lily] Hey,
I was thinking about you.

I'm where we had
our second date.

Do you remember
that little cafe on West 4th?

And my realtor,

I swear to you,

he looks just like the guy
from The Bachelor.

You had a crush on him, right?

[Lily] No.

I just thought
he was too good for that girl.

Well, look,
Russell's been gone overnight.

He's probably
in some motel somewhere,

blowing all his money
on whores and drugs

and whatever's
in the mini fridge.

Oh, yeah, she told you?

Yeah, we spoke.

Julie and I,

not Russell.

So what should I do?

It's their marriage.

Just keep your brain
out of their headspace.

It's full of booby-traps.

Julie just needs
to take this time

and figure it out on her own.

Sorry.

[Hank] You've got to be
kidding me.

[Lily] Do you have
a different take?

No, I'm passing my dad.

He's walking.
I heard what you said.

I'll stay out of it.
That's my forte.

Oh, Christ, if I pick him up...

I've got to go to work
and the hardware store.

Hello?

He hung up on me.

Ah.

Lily-Lil!

Today's the day
we find you a new home.

The vibes are strong today.

Hey, partner!

Rodeo is back that way.

You need a ride?

Uh, no thanks.

Dad! Dad, it's me!

Come on.

Come on, get in.

[Hank, thinking]
He's losing his marbles.

Well, I always hated
his marbles,

so maybe
there's something better

rattling around in there now.

A couple of nickels?

Maybe a rare one I could sell?

You can't take me home.

Well, I gotta go to work, so...

I'll go with you.

No, I...

Does Laurel know where you are?

I gotta get my own car.

She keeps me trapped at home

like I'm
in a Stephen King novel.

Could be worse.

It could be
a Jane Austen novel.

Yuck.

All right, buckle up.

[Paul, shouting]
Dammit, Leslie!

That is a bald-faced lie!

[Leslie, on speakerphone]
I'm just the messenger here.

We would...

[clicking off speakerphone]
We would support a strike.

You know we would.

It's the damn French department

and their stupid French berets!

[slams door]

We are and have,

until recently, always...

[Hank] Right through here.

What's going on over there?

Rourke's on
with the union rep.

Something about
the legislature vote coming up.

What did she say?
What did you say?

It's nothing.
It's budget cuts.

What cuts?
What are they cutting?

Uh, right through here.

That wasn't an issue
at Columbia.

Yeah, the Columbia endowment
was $21 billion.

If I needed something,

we'd just call
the president's girl,

and that was it.

You'd call his daughter?

Uh, look,
this is my father, Henry.

This is my assistant, Rachel.

She's going
to take care of you.

Listen, if he gets feisty,

just, uh...

just give him some of
these student papers to read.

She looks gifted.

And so it begins.

Young lady, I'd like your help
with a couple of things.

All right, cool it.

It's okay.

What do you need,
Mr. Devereaux?

First, I'd like a coffee,

light, with two sugars.

Second, I'd like to know

what's on your bedside table.

[Hank] You don't have to answer.

[laughs awkwardly] Excuse me?

What are you reading now?

Oh.

Okay, he can read them,

but don't let him
grade anything.

Our faithful union rep

won't call for a strike.

Why not?

She's prudent.

She's a pussy.

[Paul] Well,
she thinks it will fail

because department chairs
like Hank here

abandoned the union weeks ago.

[exhales]

Remember how
our last strike went?

We lost more ground
than we gained.

[Paul] So then this time,
we do it better.

That's all you ever do,
is nothing!

Your solution
to everything, right?

Don't even try?

You've screwed us all.

Them's the facts.

[slams door]

My car lease is up tomorrow.

Ah, you know what?

I'm just going to assume
the worst and get a Kia.

Where have we landed?

[Teddy] Well, Dickie Pope's
a master tactician.

Our plan can't be
to outsmart him.

Why don't you keep
sucking his balls,

and we seeing
where that gets us?

[Teddy] Look,
I'm just pointing out

that he's executing
his plan brilliantly.

You know,
he hasn't missed a step.

So, realistically,
we're going to lose this.

Aren't we?

Hank?

So, can you at least
tell us what you're thinking?

You're not going to like it.

We're grownups.

I've really got to replace
the hose on my kitchen sink.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Emma] Jesus.

[sighs]

Hey, Julie,
I'm on my way to class.

I just have a minute.
What's up?

I just went to Russell's
pottery class,

which he never misses,

and he wasn't there,

and his teacher said

it was a weird day
for him to miss

because he was about to do
under-glazing,

and he hasn't returned
any of my texts,

and none of his friends
have heard from him,

and I think something's
wrong with him, Dad.

Like, this isn't like him.

Right.

Okay, well, something's
definitely happened to him.

What, do I call the police?

The FBI doesn't get involved
unless it's been three days,

I know that from Euphoria.

[Hank] Look,

what is the most logical
explanation here, okay?

You told Mom you thought
he was having an affair?

Yeah, but that was wrong.

Even Mom said so.

That was about us
not connecting

because I never see him.

[Hank] Well, why is that?

Because of that stupid job
you made him take.

Can you just
tell me what to do?

[clearing throat]

All right, I'm talking about
the simplest reason, okay?

Have you ever heard of
Occam's Razor?

Okay?

It means
the most obvious explanation

is very often the truth.

That sounds dumb.

It just means that
Russell isn't calling you back,

and he's not coming home

because he doesn't want to.

Now I know
why Mom's leaving you.

I...

"...and he sat back
in the doctor's armchair,

and the room got smaller,

and the air got colder,

and the chair got
less comfortable,

and the carpet--"

Okay, Lester, that's...

that's interesting,

interesting take on...

the subject of having
an hour left to live,

but I think we left Jen's story
a little early.

Jen, you said
your protagonist was 24?

22, actually.

Okay, whatever.

She needs help,

but she never
asks her father for help.

Why is that?

Well, her father's
not in the story.

The story's about
how she lost her neighbor's dog.

Yes, yes,
but as a curious reader,

I'm just wondering
if the father gave her,

you know, probably true advice
on how to find a dog,

or manage one,

what...
what would that look like?

Why would she call
her dad, though?

I mean, I don't think the reader

is going to be
thinking about that.

The perceptive reader would.

No.

No call, 'cause...

here's what's going to happen.

She's going to
give her dad a call,

and he's going to give
some messed-up fatherly advice,

and probably get too involved

and take away her agency.

No way she's calling her dad.

You called your father.

What?

Are we talking about my story?

So, what about my story?

No, we're still talking
about Jen's story,

just Jen's story,

but let's--

Take away her agency,

let me push back on that.

[sighs]

She's an adult,
so how does he do that?

He can't.

Also, if he doesn't help her,

isn't he abandoning her?

[Bartow] No, it still
takes away from her story.

Well, it shows that he cares.

He could just care in his head

because I didn't write him
into the story.

[Bartow] If I may, Professor,

I think what you're trying
to say is that...

Well, and this is also true
in my experience,

every character carries
three characters with them--

a father, a mother,

a younger sister.

Yeah!
That's right.

But is this kind of
character work

on people who aren't actually
in the story really important?

[Bartow and Hank together]
It's vital.

[Hank] Yeah, uh...

[stammers]

Yes, I mean,
the father is in her life.

He should be in her story.

Yeah, he should help her
find the dog.

[exhaling] Okay.

Then, um...

her father died
when she was three.

-Aw, that's...
-Okay, yeah,

no, that's just lazy.

Yeah.

[cell phone buzzing]

What?

Have you seen Russell?

[Meg] Nope.

Has he been at work?

[Meg] Nope.

Okay, well, if you see him,
have him call me, okay?

Julie is worried about him.

[Meg] Yup.

Is everything okay?

You can't hide forever.

[exhales]

I know.

To wit,

I have never been
more stuck in the muck

than on that blistery
New York evening,

and, of course,

my mind went directly
to Dickens

and his irrational fear
of hansom cabs.

Um, where was I?

Uh, fear of cabs.

[Henry] Yes.

We know Dickens suffered trauma

from a train derailment
he was in.

He wrote a letter in 1865

to an opera singer
he met in Paris,

Madame Pauline Viardot.

Fascinating...

[quietly] You let him out?

Well, I couldn't just
lock him in--

What did you do to him?

He hates Dickens, okay?

He's written three books
on how much he hates Dickens.

Well, I didn't know.

[Hank, thinking]
What is it about fame

that turns people
into sycophantic morons?

I mean, he can barely tie
his own shoelaces,

and he's spitting out nonsense
from muscle memory here,

and they're riveted,

like he's Taylor Swift,

and they're, you know,
the world.

Scintillating anecdote.

I wonder if you might perhaps
drop by my class.

[Hank] Oh, no, no.

No. We've got to leave.

What?

-He didn't finish his story.
-Yeah.

Yes, he did.

A few more minutes.

Okay.

I'll see you in 10 years.

[chuckles]

Hey...

Your daughter hung up on me.

Good for her.

If you're not careful,

she's going to turn out
like you.

Maybe she's still mad at you.

Mad at me? Why?

Why?
Because you fired her.

You lied to her.

You told her
that you didn't have

any more classes to offer her.

But she doesn't know I lied.

You told her?

Well, she was going to take
a gig in Tennessee.

You know?

So, what am I going to do,

see her once a year?

She's the only daughter I like.

What are my Thanksgivings
gonna be without Margaret?

Sitting in some damn diner

listening
to my stupid son-in-law

talk about monster truck shows?

You handled this perfectly.

Nice job.

Okay, the lecture's over.

Seriously.

Come on.

You've got to get your coat.

If anyone calls,
I've gone fishing.

-Okay.
-[telephone rings]

I got it.

English department.

Uh, okay.

Hey, Gracie?

Dean Rose
would like to see you.

He wants to see me?

Can't I just--
Can I call him?

He said
it's a sensitive matter?

Is-Is someone
from Human Resources

going to be there?

He didn't say?

Well, this can't be.

I mean, you...
you don't think...

You don't think that this is...

I was just published!

[Rourke whistles]

I'm sorry--

It's all right, Jill,
I sent for her.

Gracie, sit--

I will not sit,

and I will not go,

gently or otherwise...

-Gracie--
-...and if I do,

you can count on it
being otherwise.

-Gracie--
-My class enrollments

are the highest
in the department.

All of my courses
have waitlists.

Sometimes, students wait
two or three hours

to see if they're
granted access!

How can you put me
on the chopping block?

Oh, this isn't about that.

This...

I did it.

I'm getting a divorce.

It's finally happening.

You moved out?

Well...

-Oh, my God.
-No, this is real.

I said the words.

She took it well.

Too well, to be honest,

and she actually thanked me

because I brought it up first,

and then she went out
with friends.

You're too late.

Maybe,

maybe if you had come to me
six months ago, but...

I am on the rise.

You had your chance.

We dipped our palms
in chalk to...

...keep our hands
from letting go...

and...

Interesting interpretation.

It's 380 square feet,

massive walk-in closet.

Mm-hmm.

Hardwood floors,

and a cute little alcove.

Oh, yeah.

That's nice.

And you're only two blocks away
from the A and C subway lines,

which takes you
right into Penn Station.

That's where
your school is, yeah?

Yeah.

And this one's 2,900?

2,885.

Oh.

Hmm?

I don't know.

It's very cute.

It's a little small.

I'm just thinking
if my husband comes to visit,

or my daughter,

or what if both of them come
at the same time,

then what do we do?

[chuckles]

Okay, I'm noticing
a pattern here.

Do you see the pattern?

Look, I show you a small place,

you talk about visitors.

I show you a big place--

Oh, yeah, I see.
[chuckling]

Okay,

here's what we're gonna do.

I only do this
for my favorite clients.

Close your eyes.

Okay.

Now imagine your perfect day.

Okay.

I... I wake up early,

and I go for a run,

and then...

I get a cappuccino nearby,

maybe a really good croissant.

Work.

I go to a cafe after

for, like, emails and whatever.

Um...

meet up with a friend or two

for drinks and dinner,

some place new and fun,

and then home,

settle in,

watch TV,

or...

read in bed.

[sighs]

[Eddie]
And that's your perfect day?

Yeah, more or less.

Okay.

Now, here's what I'm hearing.

No husband,

no kids,

no visitors.

Eh...

just sayin'.

I think I picked
the wrong perfect day.

Oh, come on,

he was trying to rent you
an apartment.

I feel guilty.

Why? You're here,

so you're thinking about here.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Oh, shit.

My husband.

[woman laughing nervously]

Shit.

Hey!

What a surprise, right?

I know!

How lucky.

I had a client nearby.

Ooh.

Did you order yet?

No, uh,
just waiting for a menu.

Fantastic.
Okay, great.

It's so good you're here.

Everything okay... at work?

Not really.

It's a tough day for me, too.

Yeah, looks like it.

Well, I heard you say
that it was a good place...

So, uh, Steve and Fiona

invited us up to the Berkshires
this weekend.

You know, their house
in the Berkshires.

Uh-huh.

So I'll just say that we're,
you know, too busy to go, or--

I mean,
how nice is their house?

It's a shithole.

[laughs]

Here we are!

One Italian chopped salad,

and one chicken penne.

That's ours.

I don't think so--

No, that's definitely ours.
We ordered it.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yup.

[clears throat]

Thanks.

Looks tasty.

Do you want to share, or--

Actually, I want a divorce.

But, uh...

But-but why?

Well, I feel like
you're not honest with me,

or with anyone really.

You know, I feel you're--

you're a dishonest person.

Uh, but-but that's not--

Why are you doing this?

And your erections are soft.

Not always.

And you're clingy.

I mean, I can't even
have lunch on my own

without you
having to be all over it.

I thought you liked
having lunch with me.

No, you know what?

It's me.

Yep.

I'm just not fulfilled.

You want to tell me why?

You really wanna know?

I'm not in the same place
as when we met.

I've grown, or...

or at least I'm trying,

and I feel like you haven't...

...or maybe
you're just starting,

but, like,
it's a series of, like...

false starts,

and it never--
it never really goes anywhere,

and...

and I can't just keep...

waiting,

hoping,

for no other reason
than to hope

that we're going to--

that we're going to be
in sync again, so...

I have made some big decisions,

and I'm starting to see

that those decisions
don't involve you anymore,

and I'm really sorry,

but they just don't.

So, um...

am I going to go,
or are you?

Oh, Jesus.

There.

Where are we?

Just sit here, okay?

Don't touch anything.

Don't talk to anyone,

and if you have to pee,

don't.

I'll be right back.

[knocks briskly]

I called the bar.

They told me your shift ended
an hour ago.

I know Billie told you
what I told her,

I mean, about the classes.

I'm sorry that I did that.

I shouldn't have.

I really don't want to talk
about this right now.

Yeah.

Hey, do you think
we can get past this?

Because I want you to know
why I did it.

'Cause I think you're better--

It's just a bad time,
Hank, okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Russell?

[Russell, from inside] Yeah?

[whispering] Oh...

Julie is worried about you.

Dad, um--

Just put your pants on.

I'm going to take you home
to your wife.

So, Gramps--

No.

CarMax!

[Hank] What?

CarMax!

That's obviously not a CarMax--

It's a car-looking place.

You know what I'm talking about.

No, it's fine. Leave it.

-I'm not going in.
-Pull over!

-Pull over!
-No, I don't want--

All right, calm down!

Calm down, I'm pulling in!

[Russell laughing]

No laughing!

I'm not ready for you to laugh!

What did he do?
What'd you do?

He cheated on his wife.

Bah! She'll be fine.

All right,
you can look at the cars.

You have as much time
as it takes me

to try to pee.

[cell phone buzzing]

What?

[Hank] You'll never believe
who I've got in my car.

Is he with you?
Is he okay?

Yeah.

He's okay

in the way that you mean it.

Where was he?

Well, I'll let him tell you.

I'll have him home
in 20 minutes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

You know, you don't know
the whole story.

I only know the dirty parts.

It's just it's hard
with Julie sometimes.

You don't know how she gets.

I get excited
about this great idea,

and all she does is tell me
all the reasons why it's stupid.

Like, they thought Google
was a stupid idea

until it made a million dollars.

I just feel like sometimes--

sometimes, I need somebody
in my corner

who doesn't make me feel like
a complete loser.

All right, well,

maybe you need to find
a different corner.

-What's this?
-[knocking on window]

You're Henry's son, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, he's chosen a car,

but, um, he's going to need
a co-signer.

Uh, no.

He-- He can't drive.

and also,
the last thing he needs

is my financial backing.

Yeah, well,
he needs someone's.

No credit,
unpaid credit-card bills,

terrible credit rating,
no savings.

This can't be right.

What?

[car horns honking]

And she thinks you're a loser.

[sighs]

Get in.

[Henry] Okay.

[Hank]
You're not buying a car today.

[Henry] Okay, okay.

[line ringing]

[Laurel] Hank, dear.
Where are you?

Where is Henry?

All right, I'm about to leave
a car dealership

with my esteemed father.

Did you know
that he is completely broke?

[Laurel] Of course, I knew.

Of course, you knew.

All right, I'm putting you
on speaker phone

so you and Dad can get
your stories straight.

Go.

[Laurel] Your father
is a very important man,

the kind of man
who gets taken advantage of.

It was Belinda.

[Laurel] It was Melanie.

A Joyce scholar.

Zero originality.

Let me guess.

You cheated on her,

more than once,

so she got her revenge
by stealing all your money?

My money wasn't
the only thing she stole.

She plagiarized
my theory about Dubliners!

The bitch.

[Laurel] You're being
very unfair, Hank.

Your father's in a crisis.

We're his family.

It's our duty
to take care of him--

My duty is to go see
my daughter,

and I'm going to do that
right now.

[disconnects call]

Give me that.

Hey, Dad.

Is he in the car?

Honey, can we sit down?

No.
Where is he?

He ran away.

Very funny.

Can you tell me where he is?

Julie, you were right.

He was cheating on you.

No.

No, he can't,
he's not a good enough liar.

You have to understand

that guys like Russell, hon',

they're-- they're small.

He's my husband.

I know it's hard to hear,

but I want you to understand,
you know,

so you're not wondering.

He doesn't feel respected.

He doesn't feel smart
around you--

Stop. Stop.

You're just making shit up.

-He wasn't cheating on me!
-I'm not making-- No!

Thank you.

You're an Amazon Prime member?

-That--
-Dad...

-Doesn't that co--
-He wasn't cheating on me!

Look, he's terrified
to face you, okay?

He's a little boy.

Can he even grow a beard?

Why are you taking his side?

I'm not taking his side.

I'm just making excuses for him,
his excuses.

I didn't say--
I'm saying them, but--

[car horn honking]

You left Grandpa in the car?

He's fine.

He can fiddle with the knobs.

It's a wonderland for him.

Where is the fiction section?

Uh, this is not a bookstore.

I saw some paperbacks
over there.

Okay, well,
that's the fiction section.

We had better libraries
at Columbia.

Right, right,

but did Columbia
have a plumbing aisle?

Well, where's your assistant,
the boy?

What boy?

The one you were mad at.

That's my daughter's
husband, okay?

And he was cheating on her.

That's why you were mad?

Yeah, that's why I was mad.

You're being too hard on him.

Dalliances happen.

It's part of marriage.

No, it isn't.

It's hurtful and it's wrong.

I've been there, buddy.

Sometimes, it's right.

There are tears, sure,

but people come out stronger.

No, they don't.

From personal experience,

I can tell you they do.

You can lose yourself
in a marriage

if you're not careful.

The key is to identify

what will make you,
the individual, prosper.

Yeah?
And what about your son, huh?

Should you have been there
for him?

I was never
going to be a father.

That wasn't me.

What was I gonna do?

You can't be in between in life.

You've got put yourself all in.

Make that choice.

So no regrets, huh?

I have regrets,

sure.

Yeah?

Recently,

I've started
rereading Dickens.

Oh, much of the work
is appalling, of course,

maudlin.

Still,

I recognize

I was too hard on him.

I feel almost

as if I have sinned
against the man.

[♪♪]

[Hank, thinking]
Deprived of

the possibility
of confrontation,

I turned to revenge.

I realize that
the Count of Monte Cristo

was unfulfilled by his revenge,

and ended up pitying
his nemesis,

and even helping him.

I hate to call ol' Dantès
a softie,

but I have to say,

this feels just fine to me.

[knock on door]

I don't need
any more of your help.

I'm not here to help.

[tap water running]

[ "While You Stand"
by Michael Nau plays]

[♪♪]

♪ I am a mountain

♪ High as can be

♪ Yes, and I am an ocean
while you... ♪

♪ While you stand by me

♪ Oh, but I am the fool
you know ♪

♪ Anytime you don't

♪ No telling where I'll go

♪ Or where I won't

♪ Where I won't

-If you had to fire
three people,

which would you pick?
-No.

-I'm looking forward to seeing
your list this afternoon, Hank.

-I'm going straight
to the press.

-Can we talk to each other?

-I will throw this bottle
through the glass

and right at your head!

-You decided to stay here and
not come with me to New York.

-You're not helping anybody
by drawing this out.

-I don't know what to do.

We're here to talk to you
about Dickie Pope.

[♪♪]

♪ Mm, mm, mm...

[♪♪]

♪ Mm, mm, mm...