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William: I always wonder if I got
this positive review in the Times

'cause Dad called in a favor.

♪

That reviewer loved your father.

♪

I mean, really loved him.

They have not filled the
position at Carlisle.

Whoa.

Yeah, I know.

I'm in excruciating
pain. [ Grunts ]

I can feel the stone passing.

It could be due to stress.

♪

I'm submitting an
alternate budget.

Think about what
you can pull off...

with three fewer professors.

[car engine turning over]

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[crash]

[ "Monday, Monday" by The
Mamas & The Papas plays]

♪ Bah-da, bah-da-da-da...

♪ Bah-da, bah-da-da-da

♪ Bah-da, bah-da-da-da...

♪ Monday, Monday

♪ Bah-da, bah-da-da-da

♪ So good to me

♪ Bah-da, bah-da-da-da...

Shit!

♪ ...Monday mornin'

♪ It was all...

- Shit!
- ♪ ...I hoped it would be...

[tires squealing]

♪ Oh, Monday morning...

- [crash]
- [song ends abruptly]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[shower running]

[rumbling]

Shaking.

You want me to do
something different?

The room is shaking.

[machine whirring]

Hey, hey, hey! What's this?

What are you doing?

[man] Dropping your stuff off.

This isn't my stuff.

Are you 44 Allegheny?

Yeah.

Wait! Why did you drop
it in front of my garage?

I can't get my car out.

You actually use that garage?

Let me say this again, okay?

Can you get this
giant hunk of metal

out of my goddamn driveway?

What's going on?

He says he's gotta
deliver this here.

Well, obviously,
there's a mistake.

No mistake.

44 Allegheny.

He just confirmed it.

If you need to
arrange a pick-up,

call the number at the bottom.

Have a nice day.

You have a nice day.

Hey, let's get a beer later!

It's from New York.

West 112th Street.

Oh, isn't that Columbia?

Yeah.

That's my Dad.

Maybe it's a pony.

It's a pleasure speaking
with you again, Marnie,

and thank you for picking up.

This is Hank Devereaux,
the one and only.

Now, cut to the chase,

there's a giant metal box

parked at the end
of my driveway.

It's actually
blocking my car in.

Can't you get around it?

No, I can't.

I don't... I don't
think that I can.

Um, so, look, what is it?

It's your father's office.

We packed it up.

Okay, and you put it in a box,

and then, well,
you sent it to me.

You're doing great.

Mr. Devereaux Jr.,
I called you...

- Not junior.
- Several times...

And you never got back to me.

Yeah, and I'm really sorry
about that right now.

Jump ahead.

Look, why did you send it to me?

He needs a place to keep it.

But why me?

I mean, we're hours away.

And look, if you wanted
to get rid of it,

why didn't you
just throw it out,

I don't know, donate
it, raffle it off?

You could melt it all down

and exchange it for
something more precious,

like sand.

Too much?

It's just not funny.

He'll be able to access
it when he gets there.

What do you mean,
when he gets here?

I think this should
come from your father.

Well, so much should
have come from my father,

but it is what it is, Marnie.

[Hank Sr.] Hello?

Hello?

Hank?

- Hank?
- [Hank ends call]

He can't think this is okay?

Right? To come here?

He might.

Does he think I'm going
to take care of him?

I don't know.

After he just left us,

just walked out and
never stayed in touch,

not a word to me or
Mom in over 15 years?

Should you warn your mother?

Lily, the number of times
that he betrayed her,

he cheated on her.

One more knife in the back,

I think she's a goner.

I don't know. I think
she's pretty resilient.

Yeah.

[Hank, thinking] When
you abandon your kids,

you should have
to sign a release

that says you understand

you will never be
welcomed into their home.

The release could be
available at every Walgreens,

or Walmart,

wherever you buy
your fungal ointment.

All family obligations
would be then wiped clean.

Feel free to die in the
Airbnb of your choice.

[line ringing]

[Laurel] Hello, Hank.

Oh, hey, Mom. Are
you sitting down?

I most certainly am not.

I sat enough in my life.

Well, you'll never believe
what your ex-husband did.

Oh?

He basically dumped

the entire contents
of his office

into my front driveway.

He might be coming here.

That whole thing
in the newspaper,

"I'm going to spend more
time with my family,"

I thought that was

just a sick joke.

Oh, dear.

[♪♪]

[students laughing]

Oh, God.

Jason!

Stop that and put it away!

- Oh, that's going to be...
- So gross!

[student] So disgusting!

[Lily] Pierre!

I need you.

There was a...

there's urine

all over the lockers and
hall near the library.

Nope.

I'm sorry?

Don't do urine.

Don't do feces.

You do mopping, right?

Not urine.

Pierre, everybody
really appreciates

all the hard work you
do here at the school.

We wouldn't be able
to get by without you.

I don't do urine.

Yes, but I'm sure that
you can understand

that the students need a
urine-free environment.

I mean, this really
isn't an option.

It is. I won't.

Clean the urine!

Don't do urine.

[Principal] He
just said he won't?

Yeah, that's what he said.

Huh.

What do you think we should do?

I mean, if the man
won't do his job,

then I think that he
needs to be replaced.

I think you're right.

There's a union hearing
he gets, I think,

and, uh, if I'm
remembering correctly,

he gets an appeal.

Christmas, maybe?

I'm sorry, what do we do

about the urine that
is in the hallway?

The weekend crew will get it.

But it's Monday.

Mm.

There is urine in the hallway.

I know.

[Hank, thinking]
Okay, I'll admit it,

I was a difficult boy,

and I've always been
a difficult man...

A fact easily confirmed by
unlucky people around me.

But the extent of the pain
I'm willing to inflict?

Come on, there's no
comparing me to my father.

I specialize in minor strife
and insignificant irritation.

That's my lane.

My father is into
life derailment.

[Honk!]

Shoo!

Get outta here.

I saved your ass.

What's wrong with you?

I was too happy. I'm trying
to bring myself down.

I can help.

Did you hear any of those
rumors about a list?

No.

Ah, well, there's this
crazy rumor going around

that President Pope

has asked me to get a list
from my department heads,

naming 20% of their
faculty that can be cut.

An actual list with actual
names of human beings?

That's the rumor.

Crazy rumor.

I'm going to need that list.

What? Really?

I know.

It's this guy, Dickie Pope.

He's a real killer.

They say he was Jeb
Bush's spanking partner

in Skull and Bones.

Well, I hope he hit hard.

20% of the adjuncts, too?

Absolutely not.

They're half the price.

You should load them up.

Yeah, I'm not making a list.

I know, and I'm
not asking you to.

End of the week.

Don't tell anyone.

They're just going to freak out.

We don't want to
cause any distress...

until we have to.

[Quigley] There's Spanky.

We know about the rumors.

He's not going to
tell us anything.

Hank...

we all have a right to know.

Can you not be yourself

and be straight with
us for one minute?

[Emma] My friend in sociology

heard there were
going to be cuts.

My friend in history
said the same.

It's possible they heard
it from each other,

but also possible it was
two independent sources.

If history is to repeat itself,

which it is wont to do,

bore that it is,

then we are waltzing a waltz
that we have waltzed before.

We need not fear a
misstep or a st...

[Emma] Finny!

[Gracie] We've earned
the truth, Hank.

We demand the truth.

It's all true.

I'm gonna go make
a list now, okay?

They wanted me to lie to you,

to tell you it wasn't happening.

They were concerned
that you might panic,

but I said no.

No, they're all adults.

[door closes]

[♪♪]

Still waiting for
my recommendation.

What's going on?

Don't become a professor.

Just stay an adjunct.

There's more freedom that way.

If you get this job,

you will throw yourself
into your teaching,

but it won't be long

before you realize you
can't help these kids.

There's more promise in a
senior-citizen yoga class.

They're not that bad.

Yeah, so fine,

you will throw yourself
into your writing,

but guess what?

Selling 460 copies of your novel

about being a professor
in a small town,

that's not as exciting
to your publisher

as you imagine.

So, finally, you decide,

you know what,

I'll just use my chairmanship

to torment my arrogant, petty,
self-obsessed colleagues.

Hey, lay off my mom.

But it's not too long before
even that holds no joy.

You will be trapped by
tenure in this town,

and you will regret it.

Hank, slide over.

No, sit there.

I'm getting close for effect.

You know how good
a teacher I am.

Just because

I haven't published
that first book yet,

I'm invisible

unless I have the endorsement
of someone like you.

You know what?

If I don't get tenure here now,

I will have to move,

probably to, like,
Nebraska or something...

Okay, I get it.

Or I would stay an adjunct,

and if I want to make
anything more than my rent,

I've gotta keep tending
bar in this shithole!

Sorry, guys, you
know I love you.

Hank, don't tell me that
tenure's not a big deal

when you have it.

I'm not even on track for it.

[♪♪]

You write it, I'll sign it,

but I won't read it.

I could write anything?

Go nuts.

That we're lovers?

Yeah, if you think
that will help.

Well, I'd have to
describe your penis.

It's square.

Color?

Okay. Okay, go.

Okay

[Finny] I have a
friend at Haverford.

He told me they had an opening

for a comp lit
associate last spring.

They received 314 applicants.

314!

God, it is the worst
time to be an academic.

Do you think they filled it yet?

Mm... you're media studies.

I could teach comp lit.

- Emma.
- I could.

No one from Railton is
getting a job at Haverford.

Or anywhere.

My point was the applicant pool

was the largest
they've ever had.

You don't have a
friend at Haverford.

[Gracie] Any attentive
Dean would know

Paul Rourke is not interested
in teaching freshman courses.

Yes, Jacob, I do have a point,

and that is...

if there is a
decision to be made,

it won't escape
anyone's attention

that there are two
poetry professors

in this department.

One of them is stuck
in the 18th century,

and the other receives
consistently higher cue scores

and can teach
anything in the canon.

Well, if you like my confidence,

then you should tell Hank
what I just told you.

Don't flirt with me, Jacob.

I'm not in the mood.

[ends call]

The character's
circumstances are dark,

and with the imagery
of light and darkness,

- the...
- [door opening]

well, her inner monologue is...

is...

energetic,

so it never bogs down...

I need to talk to you.

This class has
three more minutes.

[Hank, thinking] Some
men can pull off a vest.

I don't know if it's
the shape of his arms,

or just his vest-y attitude,

either way, I am
jealous as hell.

Okay, class is over.

They, uh...

they tell me you're
going to make a list.

Yeah, I'm looking
for my stencils.

I'm thinking of a
decorative border.

I spoke with Leslie Schonberg.

Ms. Schonberg?

Oh! My second-grade teacher.

As our union rep,

she says that we don't
have to take this,

and I agree.

I guess we could all run
away and hide together.

We need a big enough building...

Abandoned factory, but spiders.

Okay, shut up.

Instead of a list,
here's what you do.

You give them a signed
statement of solidarity,

all the departments,
all the faculty.

We make sure those
bozos in Harrisburg

know that we're
not playing around.

They won't want a full
walk-out on their hands.

What if they do...

want a full walk-out
on their hands?

Why would they want that?

To test out their
new sneaker gloves?

What the hell is it with you?

What do you even want?

Whose side are you on?

[door closes]

We know what we
bring to the table.

And we know you know. We
don't have to enumerate it.

But do others know?

Do they know about
our publications?

Do they know about
our scholar...

Guys, can I just stop you
before you settle into a rhythm?

And I appreciate you saying

that this would be
a short meeting,

but I have to ask
what the topic is.

The cuts. The list.

The list.

- Hank told us.
- Oh.

He told us you told him.

And he told us

that you told him
not to tell us,

so you didn't hear this from us.

[Teddy] We know
the university bias

towards seniority.

We're the most recent
tenure-track hires,

and if seniority is, in
fact, an element here,

we just need to make sure

that people are acutely aware

of everything else
we have to offer.

Well, until the legislature,
which is 100 miles away,

passes a budget for us,

there's nothing to discuss.

There's nothing for you to do,

so there's no point in worrying.

Okay, Dean...

Okay. Okay.

There is a new committee.

I think we're a little
all over the place.

Well, we need more members.

What about your roommates?

I can talk to them.

What do they look like?

If they're too hot,

no one is going to
take us seriously.

We need a mission statement.

Yes, we do.

Um...

okay.

Okay, take this down.

Wait, so am I a secretary?

- I'll do it.
- I'm doing it.

Is this the
Excellence Committee?

We're allowed to be here.

Oh, we know. We know.

I'm Professor
Washington-Chen, and so is he.

We are here at
Dean Rose's behest.

We're your faculty advisors.

Uh, that's an obvious
conflict of interest.

No, no, it's a
confluence of interest.

We couldn't be more on board
with what you're trying to do.

Mm-hmm, and we believe
that our support

will help you have a greater
impact on the school.

The community needs to know
that they can trust us,

and that means that we
need to have some teeth,

and at times, we're
going to need to bite.

We can't have faculty saying
that we can't ruffle feathers.

We're not pulling punches.

[Teddy] Pull punches?

No, no.

No.

Hey, look, we're here
to help you hit harder,

bite better.

Yeah, what was the
other metaphor?

- Feathers.
- Right.

Uh, fly higher.

"Fly higher"?

[Teddy] Mm-hmm.

I like it.

Take that down. "Fly higher."

[car horn honks]

[woman sobbing]

Hey.

Hey, something wrong?

Is something wrong?
What, are you kidding?

Is this about that...?

Well, obviously, I'm
gonna be on your list.

You know what? Never mind.

- It's... just...
- I'm sorry.

You know... But think about...

Sorry. But you
don't have to...

[sighs]

[car engine turns over]

Hey, what's up?

They want me to make a
list of people to fire.

Oh, shit. Are you going to?

Of course not.

I'll bet my father
would have made a list.

Just for fun.

[Lily] He was never Chair.

[Hank] Hmm, before
he let Mom and me go,

I bet he made a list of us.

[Lily] I... I don't know, Hank.

What are you going to do?

[Hank] Well...

Ithink I might have a yard sale.

[ "Low" by Bonfire Nights plays]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Oh, you jerks.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[Laurel] "Dear Henry,

I just finished your manuscript,

and it is some of your
best work to date."

"...You must not let Columbia

treat you as any
other professor..."

"...Most modern
literary critiques

owe you a tremendous debt..."

"A three percent raise

is the least you
should accept..."

"...I'm sorry to hear about
Stephanie leaving you.

I'm not entirely surprised."

"...I've been thinking it over

and it seems best
that I tell Hank."

"...Though much
time has passed,

next summer, please
consider staying with me."

"...Hank is now
out of the house,

so you won't be bothered

with any unwelcome
distractions..."

"...You're very
welcome in my home

and to consider it
your home as well.

In time, I'm certain that
Hank will feel the same."

[car engine turns over]

Oh!

For Christ's sake.

[groans]

[ "Monday, Monday" by The
Mamas & The Papas plays]

- [crash]
- Damn!

[crash]

[groans]

[tires squealing]

[crash]

[groans]

[grandfather clock chiming]

[Hank Sr.] How can
I get any work done

when he's always in my office?

There's too many
distractions in this house.

[clock chiming]

- [clock chiming]
- [Paul, present day] Hank!

[pounding on glass]

Hank!

Hank! What the hell did
you think you were doing?

I must have, uh, passed out
because of the kidney stone.

You lazy son of a bitch!

Will you help me?

[Paul] We've gotta talk.

I've got our union rep here.

Will you drive me
to my mother's?

How old are you?

You two aren't gonna
Jimmy Hoffa me, are you?

I don't go for B.S..

I never see any reason

my cards shouldn't be
face-up on the table.

Unless you're playing cards.

[Hank, thinking]
Sitting in the back seat

as an adult...

It can be either
infantalizing or empowering...

Like you're being chauffeured
around like a boss...

And I literally am the boss,

but I feel like an infant.

We both know you've had

your differences with
the union over the years,

pretty much from the beginning.

Yeah, I've had my differences
with the other side, too.

You're not the only ones
who think I'm a prick.

I'm not just talking about
these grievances against you.

I know it runs deeper than that.

You think we defend
incompetence,

promote mediocrity.

I wish you would
promote mediocrity.

We'd all get promotions.

What I'm saying is

nobody expects you to
become a union man.

We win this thing,
we beat Dickie Pope

and all his corporate
education B.S.,

and you can go right back
to the way you were before.

Younger? You going
to make me younger?

See?

I told you there was no
point in talking to this guy.

He doesn't care about anything.

Everything's a joke to him.

Yeah, everything's a joke,

but they're not all funny.

[" Badinerie From Suite No. 2
In B Minor" by Bach playing]

[♪♪]

So gross.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

What are these?

Flowers.

Aren't they pretty?

I picked them myself.

I'm not reimbursing
you for this.

Jack, I needed those supplies.

You know that.

I didn't approve this.

Are you kidding me?

There was piss in the hall,

and I couldn't use
the janitor's mop

because, apparently,

opening his closet
is a union job.

We don't have a
cleaning-supplies budget.

There was piss...

in the...

I know that.

You have an emergency fund.

Not every piss can
be an emergency.

We need to save some
for good emergencies,

like pizza for when
they do something good.

You have to ask
first. I'm sorry.

Jack!

I'm taking a personal
day next week...

to interview at Arlyle.

Yeah, I'm going to New York

to interview at
the Arlyle School.

Oh.

Have fun.

Send me a postcard,

and I'll send you one,

from England,

where I'll be auditioning

for the role of Henry Higgins

at the Globe.

So you want to work here?

Yeah, um,

if you want someone
to work here,

I can do that.

Do you have a resume?

Not with me.

So your father-in-law
tells me you're an idiot.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Yeah, he does say that.

I should be offended,

but that's, like, his defense.

You know, like, he uses
sarcasm to mask his pain.

Oh...

Hank has a lot of pain?

Yeah.

I mean, you know, guys of that
generation and their dads...

you know, they were all spanked,

or whatever.

So Hank is his father's fault?

Well, yeah, Julie
thinks it's his father.

I think it's his
mother, actually.

You've never met a colder
woman in your life.

It's like trying to
have a conversation

with an ice sculpture.

I think that's where the
real abandonment comes from.

Actually, I think it goes
way darker than that.

I don't know if
it's his work or...

if he's in a terrible
marriage, or what...

but it's bad.

It's kind of hard to tell
with that guy, though.

You know.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Why do you think

that he's reluctant
to support my tenure?

Because I know he respects me.

Yeah...

I don't know,
that's a tough one.

I mean, look, he
respects me too.

I feel like the
thing about Hank is

the guy can't make a decision.

He gets paralyzed
by his own brain.

He's such a little
boy sometimes.

Sometimes, I feel
like I'm his dad.

I feel like you might
be being hard on him.

Because I know

how Hank feels about this town.

I mean, so I want to
be a college professor,

more than anything here,

but...

I also know that
there's a ceiling.

And...

I think that Hank is...

self-aware enough

to understand that Railton College,
it's... not a destination...

For anyone,

really, right?

It's like a...

it's not even the
highlight of the journey.

I don't know.

I...

I just see it differently.

I think the location
is the illusion.

I think the adventure's
gotta be up here.

And here.

And a little bit
down there, too.

And here, a little bit, too.

Maybe.

You never know.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'll be there
shortly. Thanks.

Meg?

Where is she?

She found Hank's whiskey.

[♪♪]

Hey.

Hey, it's me.

No.

Damn Spanky!

Damn college.

This place is a disgrace!

Uh-huh, it's a disgrace.

I'm still paying off Lucy's
tuition, for god's sake,

and they don't care!

Nobody cares.

- Okay, Mom.
- I'm going to sit.

- No!
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

So close to the car, let's go.

I hope you weren't
expecting anything to eat.

I haven't been to
the market today.

I have some crackers.

I don't know whether
they're stale.

I'm fine.

I was in the middle
of my column.

Oliver, the homeless man
that lives on Rail Street,

has been sent to
a halfway house.

Apparently, he's happy there.

Mom, there's something I
want to talk to you about.

Oh.

All right.

Just tell me what these are.

Oh, my goodness.

He saved them.

That can't be the
first thing you say.

No.

I see that.

Hank, I have been
corresponding with your father

for some time now.

Yeah. Why don't you jump ahead

to the part that I
haven't figured out

from having read them already?

You read my letters?

No, no,

you are not turning
this around on me.

Now, what I did was
a minor infraction.

What you did here was a felony.

And what was the felony?

Writing to my husband?

Ex! Ex-husband.

You know as well as I do

you've been acting like

we've been on the same
page this whole time,

like he hasn't contacted
you either in 20 years.

You're envious.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I never made any
promises to you.

You haven't?

Don't you remember
when he left us?

Hmm?

You remember what happened?

You said to me...

"It's just you and me now."

Oh, stop it.

No, he abandoned us.

He abandoned you.

He moved away from me, and...

now he's moving back.

No. No, he's not.

Well, that's not
your decision, Hank.

Yeah, well, it's partly mine.

No, it's not.

I've invited him to
stay, and he accepted.

[Hank sighs]

[Marnie] You have reached
Professor Devereaux's office.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

[beep]

Hey, Dad, it's Hank.

Your son.

Couple things.

One, congrats on
your retirement.

I hope you have
some plans to relax.

I was meaning to send
you a set of paints.

That worked well for George W.,

which...

that brings me to number two.

It's kind of the big one.

I've been holding on to a
lot of anger towards you,

and the more I think about it...

the more...

appropriate it seems.

It's well-earned.

So...

you're not welcome here.

Don't come to Railton.

Enjoy the rest of the globe.

[Julie] Dad?

Dad, are you okay?

Dad?

Did you really not
hear me come in?

Is one of you moving out?

Huh? What?

The moving pod out front?

Uh...

It's true, isn't it?

You know, I knew something
was going on with you guys.

What? No. It's a mistake.

I'm taking care of that.

What... You want to sit
down, stay for lunch?

Yeah.

All right. I've got some...

I've got some good bread
and, uh, ham and cheese.

I can make a grilled cheese.

[Julie] Dad, I think
I'm in over my head.

I just...

I don't know. I don't
know. I just feel...

Let's talk about it.
We'll figure it out.

I started on this
path a while ago,

and I started making
all these choices,

and...

- like with the pool.
- Uh-huh.

[sighs]

I just feel like...

I started on this
path a while ago,

and then I started
making all these choices,

like with the pool,

and now there's a
freaking rented backhoe

stuck in a hole in my backyard,

and I don't know
how to get it out,

and everything is starting
to feel really overwhelming.

Yes, well, that's okay.

I mean, everybody
gets there sometimes.

Yeah?

Here's the great thing, right?

You're not locked in.

Right? You can get out.

You're 24.

You can do anything.

Yeah, I know.

What do you... what do you mean?

You can move to New York,

or Nashville,

anywhere where
there's opportunity.

What are you talking about?

Are you trying to
get me to leave?

No.

Well...

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god!

I was talking about one DIY
project that went wrong,

one project,

and now you're trying to use
it to kick me out of town?

I'm not kicking you out.

Yeah, I'm not an idiot, Dad.

I didn't understand.No.

It is obvious to me

that I have not lived up to
all of your expectations...

I never said anything...

I didn't go to grad school,

or, like, write
a bunch of books,

and I'm not super ambitious
like you and Grandpa,

and I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that
my whole life goal

wasn't to, like, achieve
stuff, or something,

but I like it here, and
I'm going to stay here.

You don't have anything to say?

You rented a backhoe?

Don't follow me.

Here.

For your troubles.

Thanks.

I'm gonna need a
lot more of these.

Okay, so it's true.

How deep are the cuts going?

I don't know.

Oh... My mom is
really worried.

Yeah.

Yeah, she is not doing great.

Hank, I'm not blaming you.

I'll take care of
her if I need to.

You know that.

Well, you're a lot
better daughter

than I am a son.

I just left a
message for my father

telling him he's not
welcome here, ever.

Did you really?

Yeah, I did.

You don't even
like it here, Hank.

Nobody does.

Yeah, no shit. We
should all get out.

Can't. Tenure.

Can't. Mother.

Looks like we're both
trapped here, huh?

[Hank, thinking]
When did she start

with the nose jewelry?

I mean, it's cute,
but I'm not fooled.

It's a cry for help.

If nobody answers,

the next thing is
gonna be crazy hats,

balloon pants,

and then she's riding a
unicycle down Main Street.

Meg, hey.

Listen...

What?

They're instituting
a hiring freeze.

There's not going to be

any tenure track
positions for a long time.

For how long?

Years.

It's bleak.

Goddamn this place.

With these cuts,

I'm not going to be able

to give you any
classes next semester.

Hey, you've got a killer resume,

and you're young for academia.

Your scholarship covers
all the hot topics.

Any school would
jump at the chance,

even in this job market.

You should be out
there looking around.

Seriously.

Yeah, I've got a better idea.

[ "Silver Timothy" by
Damien Jurado playing]

I'll take... I'll take one.

You want one?

[Hank] This is the good stuff?

[Meg] Yeah.

♪ I was met on the road

♪ By a face that was mine...

[indistinct conversation]

♪ ...Spots on the irises bleed

♪ Where the numbers were born

[♪♪]

♪ Go back down don't
touch the ground... ♪

♪ Go back down don't
touch the ground ♪

[♪♪]

Careful with the table there.

Yeah. Yeah.

[♪♪]

That's what I'm talking about.

I'm gonna get you
a glass of water.

Okay.

Good night, Meg.

[Hank, thinking] I
was at the movies.

The restaurant.

A bar.

At the dentist.

I ran into Tony, and
he needed a talk.

Oh...

who cares where I was?

I mean, what, do I ask you

every damn thing
about your life?

Come on, what, are
we married now?

Yeah... yeah, we are.

- You're still up.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm wiped.

I bet.

It's way past your bedtime.

Were you with Tony?

No, actually.

I was in the company

of a very attractive, young,
single, 30-something woman.

Mm. By the name of?

Meg Quigley.

Oh, you're working your way
through your bucket list.

You're my bucket list, baby.

She... She was really drunk.

I had to drive her home.

Did you get any?

No.

Uh, we did end up
in the bedroom,

and clothes were shed.

I mean, hers, not mine.

Is that... is that true?

And I was forced to flee
to protect her honor,

and my honor,

and your honor.

How lucky for all of
us that you were there.

Thank you.

She was really upset

because I told her

classes aren't happening
for her this fall.

[Lily] That's terrible.

[Hank] No, it's not.

Somebody has to kick
her out of the nest.

I told her the classes...

well, they're cut.

But are they?

[Hank] Well, no.

Did you lie to her?

Well, she was never
going to leave.

She thinks she has to
take care of her mom.

Somebody has to end
this madness for her.

[Lily] But she had told you
that she wanted to stay.

Jesus Christ, Hank.

You're projecting
all of your shit

onto everybody else.

What?

Julie, Meg,

telling everybody they
should leave town.

What is that?

Do you hate it here?

I take the fifth.

You can't treat...

Forget it.

I talked to Tom.

I'm going to go to
New York this week.

I'm going to interview
for that Arlyle job.

Yeah? You...

Okay.

[ "Gotta Cheer Up" by
Cotton Jones playing]

♪ Come before us come the dark ♪

♪ All the colors of your heart ♪

♪ All the whistle in your park ♪

♪ Children swimming
through the sparks ♪

♪ I was footing around...

All: No cutting jobs! Woman:
You spelled "humanities" wrong.

I know that you care
about those professors,

despite the fact that you
would never admit that.

President Dickie Pope.

You are the only department head

who has not submitted a
list of faculty to cut.

In that way I'm outstanding.

Lily. This interview could
give me some leverage.

Leverage?

The key thing to any
organized protest

is that we're unified.

I will box a goose a day.

That man is chair over
the English department.

♪

[♪♪]