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Previously
on Emperor of Ocean Park...

Oliver Garland will be
the next Supreme Court Justice

of the United States
of America.

Welcome back
to the hearing, Senator.

When's the last time

you had in-person contact
with Jack Ziegler?

Dad didn't die
of natural causes.

He was murdered, Tal.

And Uncle Jack did it.

Money laundering,
contracted killings.

The dude is a real-life
Bond villain.

It's our duty
to honor the judge's wishes.

I just need to figure out
what those wishes were.

Who's sending you
flowers at work?

It doesn't mean
anything, Tal.

You don't have anything
to worry about.

Uncle Jack?

I must know about
the arrangements.

But I don't know
about any arrangements.

Tell me about the goddamned
arrangements right now.

It's a witch hunt.

They're just trying
to crucify the judge.

You realize you compared him
to a witch and Jesus

in the same breath.

I'm serious.

Calling his clerk in
to testify?

Who's next,
the cleaning lady?

It's a sham.

It's gonna be OK.

- Hey, y'all, it's starting.
- Thank you

for joining us today,
Mr. Haramoto.

Now, it is our understanding
that you may have information

to share about
Judge Garland's associates.

Can you please tell us
about any of the judge's

relationships the public
may find concerning?

I'd like to start by saying
I have the utmost respect

for Judge Garland.

Yes, Mr. Haramoto,
I'm sure you hold him

in the highest esteem,
but that wasn't my question.

What can you tell me
about the current state

of Judge Garland's friendships,
acquaintances, et cetera?

I know he is widely
admired and loved

by family and friends

and professional
colleagues alike.

adopted by this committee,

we don't have time for you
to play coy.

Mr. Haramoto,
let me ask plainly.

To your knowledge,
has Judge Garland had

any recent contact
with Jack Ziegler?

Yes, they've been in contact.

Shall I repeat the question?

No, Senator, I heard you.

I saw Judge Garland
and Jack Ziegler

together at the courthouse.

You're telling me
that suspected war criminal

Jack Ziegler

visited a federal judge
at his courthouse?

I'm going to need
a verbal response.

Yes.

- Hey.
- Hey, you look nice.

I got that panel
at the Black Lawyers of Chicago

conference thing.

Yeah, right, I remember.
Big day.

One of the speakers is
District Judge Kyle Tillman,

and he's got
a lot of pull in D.C.

You don't get a federal
judicial nomination.

You take it.

- Who said that?
- I did.

Did you want me to cancel?

No, it's OK.

This place is starting
to feel like a mausoleum.

I don't blame you
for getting out.

You know, we don't have
to stay here in this house.

I know, but we should be here
for family, for Mariah.

I think having us around
is the only thing

that's stopping her
from totally spinning out.

She--

we're gonna get the kids
out of the house later,

have some fun.

Make things feel
as normal as possible.

Well, don't forget we have
Mal's tonight for dinner.

What are you
doing here so early?

I slept here.

You said we was going
roller-skating first thing.

Didn't want to miss it.

Is Addy coming?
Where's Addy?

I just woke up.
I have no idea.

- Sally.
- Hmm?

Any chance you've been
in the judge's study?

No, why?

There's some stuff missing.

What stuff?

A scrapbook, a couple of pawns
from his chess set.

The black one's
pretty distinctive.

It's got these white
marble streaks in it.

What?

It's a mimosa, OK?

It's a breakfast drink.

That's why it's got
orange juice in it.

I didn't say anything.

Besides, wouldn't the judge
want us to turn up

and celebrate his life?

No, he wouldn't.

Nice try, though.

Well, I'ma do me
regardless.

Pfft!

Hey, buddy.
I didn't know

you were in here
with your auntie.

Someone had to take care of him

while you and your wife
neglected him.

You could have just
come and got me, Mariah.

Relax, I'm joking.

I think I can manage to make
my nephew some breakfast.

Kids, any of you been playing
in Grandpa's office?

- Mm-mm.
- It's OK if you were.

You're not in trouble.

I just want to know
if you moved anything.

Excuse me, why are you
interrogating my children?

Some stuff went missing
from the judge's study.

Just trying to figure out
where it went.

Maybe Addison took them
with him as a keepsake.

Our brother Addison?

Does he really strike you
as the keepsake type?

Mm.
Where is he, anyway?

He caught a flight
back to LaGuardia,

said he had work to do.

Howard left, too, in case
he's your next suspect.

Why are you
so fixated on this?

I mean, who cares? The judge
left behind a ton of shit.

Whoa, can you watch your
language in front of my son?

A ton of stuff.

I've been sifting
through his junk mail.

I mean, what does it matter
if somebody took some of it?

You and Addison
might not be sentimental,

but I'd like to have something
to remember the judge by.

Aw, Talcott, that's so sweet.

But no, you cannot have it.

I inherited this property
and all therein,

including that very valuable

partially complete
custom chess set.

Sorry.

No, you are such an asshole.

Language.

I'm Agent McDermott.

This is Agent Foreman.

We're from the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

I'd like to ask
Mr. Talcott Garland

a few questions.

I don't give a hoot
who you associated with.

Meeting and talking
with folks isn't a crime,

nor is it evidence
of anything unethical.

You know who Jesus
hung around with?

Prostitutes, beggars,
street people.

And he was pretty darn ethical.

I think that
you will make an excellent

Supreme Court justice,
Judge Garland.

And you still have my vote.

- I yield.
- Thank you.

The chair now recognizes
Senator Edelman

of New Jersey
for five minutes.

Thank you, Chairman Haspel.

Judge Garland,
I didn't expect to see you

before this committee again.

As I understand it,
your counsel initiated the idea

of your testifying again--why?

I thought that I might be able
to clarify some aspects

of Mr. Haramoto's testimony.

Go ahead.

Is that a question, Senator?

Simply providing you
the time to clarify,

as you've requested.

- Well--
- OK, a question, then.

No one's asked you
this one today, surprisingly.

Have you had contact
with Jack Ziegler

at the federal courthouse where
you are currently appointed?

What I would like
this committee to know,

first of all, is,
I value friendship.

Friendship?

It's one
of the essential adhesives

that holds society together.

And I'm guessing
most Americans watching

know what it's like to have
a long-standing friendship.

We met as college freshmen,
long before either of us

had anything to do
with the government.

He was a friend first.

Not really an answer,
so I'll ask again.

Has your friend
Jack Ziegler visited you

at the courthouse
where you work?

Are the visitor logs provided
to this committee correct?

Yes...

I've seen Jack Ziegler
at the courthouse.

We've obtained two years' worth
of visitor logs.

Do you know how often your wife
came to see you? Twice.

Your adult children? None.

Your friend and longtime
counsel Mallory Corcoran? Once.

Judge, do you know
how many times Jack Ziegler

darkened your doorstep?

No, I do not.

Thirteen times.

All long after regular
business hours,

sometimes as late as 10:00 p.m.

That doesn't sound
like friendship to me.

That sounds like business.

And perhaps
you and Mr. Ziegler

are conducting
the type of business

that can only be done
late at night,

outside of public view.

I have no business with--

Senator, I'd like
to go on record in saying

that I resent the implications.

You ever ask your friend
Jack Ziegler

about documented ties
to criminal syndicates

in Bosnia, Montenegro,
and Albania?

No, I don't make it a habit
to interrogate my friends.

You ever ask
your friend Jack Ziegler

why he pled the Fifth
43 times

when he testified in front
of this body three years ago?

It's within his rights to.

If we could just go back
to the previous question--

You ever ask
your friend Jack Ziegler

why one of his partners
wound up in federal prison

and the other two died
in a helicopter crash

due to what
"The New York Times" called

a highly improbable series
of mechanical malfunctions?

Wait, are you trying
to accuse Jack--

It seems
anywhere Jack Ziegler goes,

corruption, crime,
and unexplained deaths follow,

except, apparently,

when he visits his good friend
Judge Oliver Garland

at the federal courthouse
13 times in the dead of night.

Then and only then,
he's a Boy Scout.

Or so says you.

I yield my time.

I'm glad to answer
your questions,

but I can't say I find
the timing totally appropriate.

I'm sorry, what do you think
this is, Mr. Garland?

You're here to vet my wife
for a judicial nomination.

We're here
to ask about Jack Ziegler

and an associate of his
named Lisa.

I can't think of any Lisa

who's associated
with Jack Ziegler.

We know that Ziegler
showed up

to your dad's funeral
yesterday.

Yes, that's true.

We know you spoke to him.

Also true.

So you two must have
discussed Lisa.

That's where you lose me.

We didn't talk about that.

Is the FBI investigating
Jack Ziegler again?

We never stopped investigating
Jack Ziegler, sir.

Mr. Garland,
you're not under oath,

but I should remind you
that it's a crime

to interfere with a federal
investigation by lying.

Title 18, Section 1510
of the U.S. Code--obstruction.

I'm aware of the statute,
Agent.

So then tell us about Lisa.

Again, I don't know
anyone named Lisa.

But it's a very common name,

so maybe you can add
some context?

Cut the bullshit!

You're lying.

How about we start from
the beginning, Mr. Garland?

Can you calmly recount
exactly what you and Ziegler

spoke about yesterday?

Sure.

He never mentioned
anyone named Lisa,

but he did repeatedly ask me
about something he referred to

as "the arrangements."

Thank you all for coming.

As you've all heard by now,
I've withdrawn as a nominee

to serve
as an associate justice

on the Supreme Court
of the United States.

I spoke to the president
and expressed my concern

that the confirmation process
has become a burden

that is no longer in the best
interest of this country.

It was the great honor
of my life to be considered.

Also, effective immediately,
I am resigning as a judge

of the United States Court
of Appeals, Seventh Circuit.

I'll take your questions
one at a time.

One at a time.

♪ Rap
Hasn't been the same since ♪

♪ So irregular
How it messed you up ♪

♪ When Mr. T
Became a wrestler ♪

Where is everyone?

Addison drove Mom
and Mariah home.

Thought I'd wait for you.

You didn't have
to do that.

Figured you wouldn't
want to be alone.

Why?

'Cause maybe
you'd be upset?

Aren't you upset?

Are you upset
sacrificing a pawn

when you have mate
coming in four?

OK, a chess problem.

What does that have to do
with you resigning?

I've done my duty as a judge,
as a father,

most importantly, as a man.

Now that this is all settled,

I hope next time
that we have a family dinner,

you'll bring Tonya along.

I'd like to see her again.

I don't think you'll see her
anytime soon.

I was pretty naive to think
it would work out.

You're not naive, Talcott.

You're just not cynical.

You think it makes you
see less,

but it makes you see
much, much, much more.

Another riddle?

You're young yet.

You'll know.

You'll know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Trust me.

Let me hear.

Probably not
your cup of tea.

Try me.

♪ Just one syllable ♪

♪ It's the end
'Cause the game's tired ♪

♪ It's the same vibe ♪

Ooh!

♪ That's
Why the gangster rhymers ♪

Can you make me
a tape of that?

I can burn you a CD.

Oh, that's what we do now?

Yeah, that's what we do now.

♪ Enough of it
A'ight, then ♪

♪ Hey, Mr. DJ ♪

♪ Play me a song, oh ♪

♪ Something that I like ♪

♪ So I can get my groove on ♪

- So?
- So?

So we're finally alone.

Let's have it.
What did the FBI want with you?

Shit, sorry.

Swore me to secrecy.

Tal, stop fucking
with me, please.

They wanted to know
about Jack Ziegler

and some woman named Lisa.

Lisa?
Lisa who?

What did they want to know
about Uncle Jack?

You think they like him
for Dad's murder?

Like him for Dad's murder?

The FBI typically doesn't
investigate murders, Mariah.

Local police do.

And Dad wasn't
murdered, so no,

I don't think
they'd like him for this.

OK, but you're gonna see
Uncle Mal tonight, right?

So can you ask him
what he thinks?

He knows a ton of people
in the FBI.

He probably can tell you what
they were really looking for.

Mariah, why don't you use
this time to deal with the fact

that our father died
instead of dragging everyone

into your morbid fantasies?

Get your head out of the sand.

You're in denial.

Denial?

I am the only one who's
seeing things clearly, Tal.

I hate this place.

I don't know why
I suggested coming here.

Because we have
so many great memories here.

We do?

Yeah, don't you remember
how excited we were

when the judge would emerge
from his study and say

that he was coming here
with us?

No, you got excited.

And I don't know why.

He could never just let us
be goofy and silly

like the other kids.

"You don't have
proper form, son.

"Anything worth doing
is worth doing right.

You skate that way,
you'll twist your ankle."

If I recall,
you did twist your ankle.

Besides, it's not Dad's fault
you can't skate for shit.

- Ow! Malcolm!
- Ow.

Malcolm, let go
of your brother now.

Daddy, look!

♪ Play me a song, oh ♪

Dad!

How's that feel?

You ready to get
back out there,

or you need
a few more minutes?

OK.

Go play with your cousins.

♪ All right
Don't you feel it ♪

♪ Creep off your bones
Make you touch the ceiling ♪

You're a good dad.

I can't--

♪ You can heal me
Baby, with your energy ♪

♪ All right
Don't you feel it ♪

♪ Creep off your bones
Make you touch the ceiling ♪

♪ All right
So good to me ♪

I said...
you're a good dad.

Well, thank you.

Why aren't you skating?

Childhood trauma.
Two left feet.

Combination of both.

Two left feet.
I don't believe that.

A handsome guy like you,
I bet you got some rhythm

to go with all
those good looks.

You from around here?

Not really.

I moved around a lot
growing up,

and now I travel for work.

Guess I'm destined
to be a nomad.

You?

Yeah, I grew up a few minutes
down the road.

Really?

I'm Maxine, by the way.

Talcott.

Oops, I...

didn't catch that before.

I don't play
in another woman's yard.

And I was just about
to take you out there

and show you a few things.

Maybe in another life.

See you, Talcott.

Talcott, my boy.
So glad you made it.

Wouldn't miss it.

Come.

Got to get you some face time
with the other faculty

before they all get hammered.

Theo Mountain and Dana Wirth.

Does everyone remember
Talcott Garland?

Former student,
newest adjunct on faculty.

Of course.
How are you, Talcott?

You know Marc?

Heard a rumor you're eyeing
the tenure track position.

I like teaching.

I figure why not throw
my hat in the ring?

Oh, and this is--forgive me.
Remind me of your name again.

- Kimberly Madison.
- Right, Kimberly.

Tal is one of our most
accomplished graduates.

He clerked for Judge Yang.

But you wouldn't know
if you only read

the alumni newsletter.

All the stories
in the newsletter

are reported
by the alumni themselves.

Sounds like someone
needs to work

on their self-promotion skills.

Well, you know
what they say, Professor.

Real Gs move in silence
like lasagna.

I'm sorry, lasagna?

Yeah,
we were just discussing

the recent student protests

and how the university
really must take care of it.

It's on the student
groups, isn't it?

I mean,
they're the ones inviting

these controversial speakers,
and they're only doing it

to incite the other students.

Classic trolling.

Trolling?
What's--what's trolling?

What do you think, Talcott?

You seem to be connected
with the student body.

Sure, yeah.

You know, it's obviously
a controversial topic

and a very current one.

Ultimately, it's incumbent
on us to find consensus.

Consensus?

Deferring, of course,
to you, the senior faculty.

I'd want to weigh
your opinions.

I see.

Well, I can tell you all
my very own opinion right now.

No consensus needed.

Any speaker should be
allowed to visit campus

and express themselves fully.

Hear, hear.

Easy for you to say, Marc.

Is it?

A Nazi gives
a speech on campus,

what do you care?
Their ideology doesn't

threaten you
or your safety.

Ah, I see.
My privilege is talking.

Yes. I think,
in this case, it is.

And personally, I applaud
this new generation

of students demanding
that the institutions...

You're kidding me.

Oliver Garland is your dad?

You have to be kidding.
Tell me that's not for real.

It's for real.

You don't share
his views, do you?

Politically?

Like, that Republican,
conservative shit?

Nah.
Hell no.

I voted for Obama.

OK, 'cause I was
this close to asking

the bartender
for the check.

That means you're down
for another?

Got you, boss.

I liked your Lil Wayne
reference earlier.

You caught that.

Oh, yeah.
Huge Weezy fan.

And you still
left me hanging.

More fun to watch you squirm.

Enjoy.

Now that we're friends--

Oh, friends now?

Best friends, actually.

Sorry, but now you're
stuck with me forever.

- Mm-hmm.
- So as your BFF

and fellow Cash Money
Records stan,

I should tell you,
you got to man up.

Man up?

Or whatever non-gender-specific
term you use

to put some bass
up in that voice.

Those faculty tonight,
they don't see you as a peer.

That bad?

You're still acting
like a student,

like you still want their
approval, their respect.

They're not just gonna
give it to you.

Be assertive.

Think about what you want.

Behave like you
already have it.

♪ I'll change the way
That you feel ♪

♪ Make it sweet, sweet
Sweet, ay ♪

You thinking
about what you want?

Sorry, that was--

I think
I had one too many.

I don't know
why I did that.

Sorry.

I'm gonna go
to the bathroom.

♪ You know I'm on call ♪

♪ You better believe it ♪

♪ Put the dash on coast ♪

♪ You know anything goes ♪

♪ Stress won't hold, no ♪

♪ Once we hit the road ♪

♪ Don't you worry
About a hair ♪

♪ On your pretty little head ♪

♪ Let it go, go ♪

♪ Come get you
A little sweet release ♪

♪ Give me a shot ♪

♪ Whipping the pot
Never miss ♪

♪ Girl, I got
Girl, I got you ♪

♪ Give me the time
Put you in ♪

♪ For a sweet release ♪

♪ Soon as you come through ♪

♪ I'll change the way
That you feel ♪

♪ Make it sweet, sweet
Sweet, ay ♪

So, wait, I'm confused.

If they didn't come
to vet me,

why did the FBI
want to talk to you?

They came to ask me
about Uncle Jack

and some woman named Lisa.

What?

Yeah, I didn't get it either.

Mariah said I should
ask Uncle Mal about it,

you know, with all his
Justice Department connections.

Absolutely not.

My appointment
to the federal judiciary

has to be made
by the president.

It's one thing that
my in-laws have this history

with Jack Ziegler,
and it's a whole other thing

to let you shine
a spotlight on it.

Seriously, Tal,
don't mention it.

Yeah.

OK, fine.

How's everybody holding up
after the funeral?

I'm fine.

I think Mariah's totally
lost her mind, though.

How so?

She can't accept that
the judge got old and died.

She's in complete denial.

And I'm swimming
against the tide,

trying to get everything
back to normal

as quickly as possible.

Oh, so you're
in denial too.

Hmm?

Trying to get back
to normal?

That's just another form
of denial.

Not supposed to be normal

the day after you bury
a parent, Tal.

I've seen a lot of coffins
dropped into holes,

and let me
tell you something.

There ain't no way
around grief.

You got to buckle up
and drive right through it.

I guess with all
the other stuff been going on,

we're all a little off.

It's been weird.

What other stuff?

Son, what other
weird stuff?

FBI came by the house
asking about Jack Ziegler,

pretty aggressively
asking about Jack Ziegler.

Mariah was actually wondering
if maybe you could reach out

to some of your contacts
at the bureau,

find out what that was about.

Yeah, sure.

I got some people
I can text.

Mrs. Corcoran says,
and I quote,

"You gonna keep fussing
over that meat all day,

or we gonna eat
sometime this century?"

What are you two
up to over here?

Tal was just telling me
about that strange FBI visit

y'all had earlier today.

I specifically asked you
not to mention anything.

Sorry, it just came up.

Oh, just came up?

Tal, you brought it up.

Only way he could
have known.

You know,
optics matter now--

not just for me,
for you too.

You can't be seen
as someone who's involved

with Jack Ziegler
or the FBI.

And you can't be seen as
someone who believes his wife

is committing adultery.

When I saw the flowers,
I jumped to conclusions.

That's my bad.

You did.

And I'm sorry
I told Mal about the FBI.

That's also my bad.

Thank you for saying that.

Look, I don't want to screw up
this nomination for you.

And I promise I won't
rock the boat anymore, OK?

Can we start fresh
in the morning?

Bentley and I leave
in the morning--

first thing.

I meant metaphorically.

You should
come home with us.

Nah, I should stay.

Mariah wants us all going
to church in the morning,

and I can't have two
angry Black women in my life.

Only so much
one man can take, shit.

Oliver.

Hey there, Your Honor.

Father Brown. Hmm.

You should talk to Father Brown

about the offers
you've been getting.

Some spiritual guidance might
help you come to a decision.

What offers?

Cable news shows,
Glenn Beck, Hannity, O'Reilly.

They want me to come
on their programs

and tell my side
of the nomination debacle.

OK.

That could be fun.

Get your version out there.

Why not?

Because what they
really want me to do

is promote the theory
that Democrats are evil,

deep state globalists

conspiring to silence

hardworking Christian
family men

like myself.

But I have no interest
in petty partisan propaganda.

Oliver,
I'm worried about you.

Claire's worried about you.

- I'm fine.
- Are you?

It's been 2 1/2 years
since you lost the nomination.

You haven't been
to church once.

That's a lie.

Two years ago,

Feast of Saint Francis
of Assisi,

I came for the blessing
of the animals.

I threw a ball
to the Dungys' retriever.

- I like dogs.
- OK.

You've barely
been to church.

And Claire says you
haven't been leaving

the house at all
for months.

How long have I known you?

How long have
I been your friend?

Long enough to know
that I'm a man

that makes his own choices,
for better or for worse.

Can I at least give you
communion before I go?

How about we just pray?

Heavenly Father,
we thank you for--

No, no, no, no,
confession of sins.

Is there something
on your conscience

you want to talk about?

Do the prayer.

Most merciful God,

we confess that we have
sinned against you...

...in thought, word, and deed

by what we have done

and by what we have
left undone.

Why is this place so dead?

Because Americans
have turned their back

on God
at an alarming rate.

See, weird.

Ms. Reid, what's going on?

Mariah Garland.

It's Denton now.

Mariah Denton.

I'm sorry to hear
about your dad.

How y'all doing?

We're fine, but it seems like
you're closed for business.

I guess
y'all haven't heard.

Father Brown was
murdered last night.

- What?
- Murdered?

Szuza, can you take
the kids back to the car?

Yeah. Let's go.

- What happened?
- Cops haven't

really given us
any details yet.

The only thing we know is,
he's dead.

Foul play.

We might have
some relevant information.

Who should we talk to?

What?

You didn't even know
he was dead.

Ms. Reid, can you
put me in touch

with the homicide detective
or not?

They're supposed
to send someone out

to talk to the church staff.

OK, thank you.
I'll wait.

We have relevant
information?

Keep up, Tal.
This is how we find out

- what the police know.
- Why would we want

to find out
what the police know?

'Cause this murder must be

related to Dad's.
What are the odds?

Dad wasn't murdered, though.

Whatever.
It is related.

Will you talk
to the detective with me?

No.

OK, well, then can you
take the kids home?

Look, I'm talking to the cops
with or without you,

so you might as well make
yourself somewhat useful.

What are you doing?

Looking for some of Grandpa's
stuff that went missing.

Got any relevant
information, sir?

What's "revelant" mean?

Never mind.
You need something?

Martina put her toys
in the microwave,

and they caught on fire.

Are they still on fire?

Is anyone dead?

Go play.

I'll be there in a minute.

Uncle Tal says it's fine!

You've
reached Addison Garland.

You can leave a message,
but I prefer an email or text.

Yo, Addy, it's your favorite
little brother.

Some of the judge's stuff
went missing,

and I was wondering if maybe
you snagged some of it

to remember him by
or whatever.

It's a scrapbook
and a couple of chess pawns.

The black one's
pretty distinctive.

It's got white marble streaks.

Anyway, let me know if you did
so I can stop looking.

All right.

Oh, and Father Brown
got murdered.

OK, hit me up.

Peace.

Detective Portillo,
this is the young lady

I was telling you about,
Mariah Gar--

Mariah Denton.

I understand you've got
some information

for me, Mrs. Denton?

Yes, that's right.

I'd feel more comfortable
if we could talk in private.

Of course.

I'll be in the office
if y'all need my help.

Thank you.

You wanted to discuss

the Freeman Brown
homicide, correct?

Yes, that's right.

Could you tell me more
about what happened?

That's not how this works,
Mrs. Denton.

If you've got
pertinent information,

as you said you do,
I hear that now,

and then I use it
to move the case forward.

It's a one-way street.

So what you got for me?

A suspect.

Name's Jack Ziegler.

And what was his relationship
to the deceased?

I'm not sure
they had a relationship,

but Jack Ziegler is
a very dangerous man.

And he showed up
at a funeral

that Freeman Brown presided
over just two days ago.

They fight?
Was there an argument?

I didn't see them
interact at all.

Physical description
for Ziegler?

Old. 70s.

He's white, very ill, frail.

And evil eyes.

Like, just pure
fucking evil in his eyes.

And you can tell
when you see them

- that there's darkness there.
- Thanks for this.

I'll look into it.

I apologize
for my language.

I would normally never curse
in the house of the Lord.

It's just--

He was my pastor,
my... my shepherd

guiding me through
the dark and dangerous world

beset with evil
and temptation at all sides.

And he baptized me
when I was just a little baby,

just right up there.

God put him in my life
from the very beginning,

and now he's...
he's gone.

I get it.

I love my priest too.
He's like family.

This might be hard to hear.

We have information
that Freeman Brown

was a heavy drug user.

Drugs?

Oh.

I don't think...

old man Jack Ziegler

could have done this murder,
at least not alone.

Why not?
What do you mean?

Freeman Brown was tortured.

And let's just say,
it takes a lot of strength

to pull out a man's
fingernails one by one.

God.

Hey, Mom.

I'm putting your father
on the phone.

OK, why?

Because
he refuses to leave the house.

Maybe you can talk
some sense into him.

- I have company.
- You'll manage.

Talcott.

Talcott, how are you?

Doing all right, you?

Reading up
on this John Edwards debacle.

If a love child with
Rielle Hunter wasn't enough,

he allegedly used campaign
finances to cover his tracks.

Who's Rielle Hunter?

Abby would be
so disappointed.

Did I tell you I've been
publishing some chess problems

under a pseudonym?

Yeah, you
mentioned that a lot.

Maybe you could get out
of the house,

play a game or two with another
actual, real live person.

Et tu, Talcott?

Your mother got to you?

She just wants what's best.

She's--

Worried about me.
I'm aware.

You're not the first emissary
that she's sent.

How are you?

What's new?

Not much.

Looking to switch
to a tenure track position.

Been dealing
with that application process.

That's fantastic news.

Congratulations.

I still have
a lot of work to do

to impress the other faculty.

Well,
the world of elite academia

is highly political.

And you've never been
that politically astute.

Wow, thanks.

Oh, no, Talcott, you know
I didn't mean it like that.

It actually is a compliment.

Politics, they're dirty.

I could come up there
and put a word in for you.

The makeup
of the faculty

leans a lot more
liberal these days.

And?

of a conservative judge

who resigned
under the circumstances

that you did--

I'm just--there's
a certain narrative

I'm trying
to steer clear of.

Steer clear of your father.

Wh--no, no,
the narrative, Dad.

You know, the whole
disgraced public figure

who disappeared thing.

People talk,
including the faculty here.

And if you're gonna be
in the house,

they're gonna say
what they want to say.

I see.

We can't have it both ways.

And, you know, I'm grown now.

I can't have my dad
swoop in to save me

every time
things get challenging.

This is on me.

Dad, I got to run. Bye.

See you.

See you tomorrow night?

Count on it.

Kill the monster!
Kill the monster!

All right, guys,
that's enough.

Kill the monster!
Kill the monster!

Mm-hmm.
Kill the monster.

Oh, my God, get out of here.
Leave your uncle alone.

Come on.

Where is Szuza?

Watching one of your other
dozen children.

Did you solve the murder yet?

Are you sitting down?

Just shut up and listen.

I didn't say anything.

Freeman Brown was
a drug addict,

a pill popper.

OK. Hard to believe,
but what does that--

And he was tortured
before he died.

I saw the pictures.

It was fucking brutal, Tal.

You probably
would have fainted.

Why do you seem,
like, happy?

We've known Father Brown
our whole lives.

Shut up. I'm not happy
that he's dead.

I'm happy that it's all
coming together.

I feel like I'm gonna
regret asking this,

but how exactly is it
all coming together?

Torture is a tool used
to get information

out of somebody, right?

So this wasn't
an ordinary murder.

This was something
out of a spy movie.

Doesn't this sound like
something ex-spy, ex-CIA agent

Jack Ziegler would do?

I'm going home.

Why?

'Cause I have
a wife and a kid

and a job to focus on.

And it would be wise for you

to spend some time
at home, too,

maybe clear your head a bit?

Dad's death got you spiraling.

Did you forget
I was a journalist?

I literally used to do
this shit for a living.

That was a very, very,
very, very long time ago.

And this isn't
a financial crime.

Embezzlement or murder, you get
to the truth the same way.

You find a thread and pull.

Sometimes it's attached
to nothing.

Sometimes it unravels
the whole damn sweater.

Sure, Columbo.

Can I finish packing
in peace, or--

It's the producers
from Fox News.

I'll let them know
you're not interested--again.

No.

I'd like to speak with them.

If you do blue,
yellow, and white,

it makes a lighter
shade of green.

Blue, yellow, and white.

Maybe I'll try that.

A little bit of blue,
a little bit of yellow,

a little bit of white.

What?
How is that looking?

I like this color.

It's like a little
bit of teal.

Daddy!

Welcome home, honey.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Mm, I know.

All right,
Mr. Garland, how's that mic?

Judge Garland.

Just wanted to thank you
for agreeing

to be on our humble
little program today.

Good to be here.

Any questions
before we get started?

You're all set.

No, ready to go.

Usually I go over
run of show with guests

before we put them on air.

Unnecessary.

Just tell me when we're on
and where to look.

Damn right, I'm angry.

I spent the last
two years angry.

Sonia Sotomayor is
a socialist ideologue

who shouldn't be let anywhere
near our highest court.

I was the victim of a radical
liberal deep state witch hunt,

and I'm not gonna be quiet
about it anymore.

What's their ideology,

using campaign finances
to pay off mistresses?

Freedom and safety
and personal accountability

and the American dream.

I never had
my upturned open palm out.

I hope they vote her down
100 to 0

and we can finally restore
some faith in our Senate.

I clawed, and I scraped,
and I climbed that ladder

rung by slippery rung.

Chairman Obama
and Comrade Harry Reid

won't stop until our flag
is replaced

with a hammer and a sickle

and patriotic Americans are
forced into gulags.

The muscular hand
of the U.S. government

is not there to lift us up.

It's there to hold us down.

Wow, that was phenomenal.

It was electric.

Thank you.

I have a bunch
of open segments

over the next few months.

- Are you interested?
- Absolutely.

I haven't even got to talk
about Pelosi yet.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Drinking coffee.

It's a coffee shop.

Yeah.

Of course.
That tracks.

I took all of your advice
for that tenure track job,

put some bass in my voice.

And?

Word is, it's mine.
Offer forthcoming.

That's really great, Tal.

I'm proud of you.

For real.

You OK?

Yeah, why?

Nah, it's just,
you seem distracted.

No.

Parking was crazy
out there.

Hey, I'm Andre.

Talcott.

I met Talcott
at that dinner party

I went to a few weeks ago.

You know, he's that lawyer
I was telling you about.

Oh, OK.
Right on.

Talcott, this is Andre,
my husband.

Nice meeting you, Andre.

Yeah, for sure.
Be easy, man.

OK, hot chocolate.

Got to have marshmallows,
'cause you know me.

Whipped cream.

Mm, whipped cream?

That's a little much,
don't you think?

You got to live it up.

Uncle Mal, hey.

Tal, what were the names
of those agents

that came questioning you?

McDermott and Foreman.

What's that mean?

Well, it's the damnedest thing.

Those are the exact names
I gave the FBI.

And?

They've got
no record of any agents

with those names.

In fact, they got no record

of any agents bureau-wide
questioning you at all.

Whoever you talked to, Tal,
they're not from the FBI.

I'll keep digging,

let you know
if I find anything else.

Hey, Prof.

Lionel, how are you?

I should be asking you that.

I just heard
about your pops passing,

literally just,
like, an hour ago.

I ain't had time
to stop by the florist,

but I had these in the trunk.

Thought you might
like them better anyway.

Player exclusives right there.

Yeah, I wore some similar
in the 2018 All-Star Game.

Brought me luck.

Thank you, Lionel.

I appreciate it.

How's the fam?

Mrs. Madison-Garland
holding up OK?

- Kimmer?
- Yeah.

She's fine, I think.

I'll let her know
you asked about her.

Yeah, yeah.
Tell her I said, what's up?

I'm hoping to intern
at Newhall and Vann

again this summer.

I'm sure they'd be happy
to have you back.

I'll let her know.

That'd be dope.

Go ahead.
Find your seat.

I need to look over those notes
before the lecture begins.

Keep your head up, Prof.