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Previously
on "Emperor of Ocean Park"...

It'll be a lovely service.

The judge requested
some of the same hymns

from your mother Claire's

and your sister Abby's
funerals.

You see
Justice Wainwright's here?

In the back like he doesn't
want to be seen.

What'd he leave us, though?

The Shepard Street property
to Mariah,

Martha's Vineyard
summer home to Tal,

and Chicago Bears
season tickets to you, Addy.

What'd you do
to piss the judge off?

Sally, any chance you've been
in the judge's study?

- No. Why?
- There's some stuff missing--

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

He invited me out for drinks.

So you're going back downtown?

I have to.

All the late-night phone calls

and mysterious errands
and meetings--

I know the behavior
of a cheater when I see it.

Motherfucker.

She was pretty.

Nothing wrong with looking.

I'm Agent McDermott.
This is Agent Foreman.

We're here to ask
about Jack Ziegler

and an associate
of his named Lisa.

Mariah,
there's a letter from Dad.

We need to meet.

Dad knew that
he was in trouble.

That's probably
why they killed him.

And it was probably Ziegler.

We should figure out
who this Lisa is.

She has to know something.

Why are you following me?

I find people.
That's my trade.

You'll get a text
with a station and a time.

Red sedan, far end of the lot.

Someone was in that car!

Authorities
confirm one fatality

in a car explosion
at the Western train station.

The remains have been
identified as Colin Scott,

an army veteran
and military contractor.

There were no other injuries.

Arson investigators have
not yet ruled out foul play

and will continue to analyze

evidence recovered
at the scene.

That's right.
In related news...

- ...local residents say

the blast set off car alarms
and disrupted ni--

What's all this about?

The judge's letter,
the arrangements, Lisa.

- Did you forget?
- No, I know, but--

We need to figure out
who this Lisa is.

So I brought over
church directories, a yearbook,

couple things I printed
from the internet,

a few things that I stole--
don't ask.

Something happened yesterday.

What?

McDermott, the FBI agent--

the fake FBI agent
that's been snooping around,

he's dead.

Well, how do you know?

I saw it happen.
And I think it's because of me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Robbed mid-photo shoot?

I'm lucky they didn't realize

the dress was worth
more than the cameras.

I'd have been
riding home naked.

Do you need to answer that?

Uh, nah.

No, I can call them back.

So tell me more
about this photo shoot.

If you're one of those people
that insists

on leaving a message,
even though you could easily

just hit me on text,
go ahead, do you.

It's your father.

Just made it to the hotel.

I was thinking we might
have dinner tonight.

Call me back.

This man was never
alone, I'm telling you.

Freeman Brown line danced
with the United Order of Soul,

he sang
with the Deaconess Divas,

card games
with the casino ministry?

There is no such thing
as a casino ministry.

Well, whatever it's called,
Rev's everywhere.

Well, that's
what preachers do.

Minister's supposed
to be with his flock.

Apparently,
he was all up in the flock.

Motherfucker came out
covered in feathers.

Feathers?
You think that allegory's

about a minister shepherding
his flock of birds?

- It's about sheep.
- Okay, fine.

Whatever, covered in fur.

Wool.

Can you stay focused, please?

The point is, there are
too many women to sift through.

It would take us forever
to figure out who's Lisa.

Well, I can handle checking
the women in the Facebook group

and the folks
in the class reunion too.

Well,
then I'll call all the women

in the church named Lisa.

Hopefully, we can figure it out

before somebody tries
to blow you up again.

Too soon.
No one tried to blow me up.

I was just there.

But I'm wondering
if because I was there,

someone decided
to blow up McDermott--

or Colin Scott.

Blow who up?

Didn't hear you come in.

You heard about
that car explosion

at Western station yesterday?

It's crazy, huh?

Why were you there?

Professor Lewis wanted
to talk to me

about some departmental issues.

I took the train with him.

You tell me about every bit
of academic politics,

but an explosion doesn't
come up over dinner?

You haven't been home much
for dinner these days.

Well, that's my cue.

Hi, Mariah.
Didn't see you there.

Bye, Kimmer.

Sorry, I didn't mean--

Whatever
you're getting sucked into

with Mariah
seems like trouble.

She was closer to the judge
than any of us.

She just needs closure.

She needs therapy,
not an enabler.

Hello?

You actually picked up.

I should feel honored.

Yeah.
Uh, sorry I missed your call.

Uh, what are you up to today?

Thought I'd drop by
a little French bistro

I used to go to.

It was your mother's favorite
when we lived here.

You hate French cuisine.

I do. But I was a young man

with a lady to impress.

And besides, I was
an impoverished associate,

and they had a deal
on the day-old croissants.

So, is that
what you called

to talk to me about, croissants?

No, I want to talk
about our dinner.

How about this evening?

Uh, yeah, I-I can't.

I have plans.

But I made us reservations
for Thursday.

I need to talk to you.
It's important.

Are you okay?

I'm the picture of health.

Why do I need to be dying

in order for you
to make time for me?

Uh, look, sorry.

Dad, look, I ca--
I can't make it work.

I already made reservations
for Thursday.

Okay, I--I gotta be
on air soon.

Okay? I gotta go.

Are you listening to me?

Addis--

Hey.

Right, thank you.

Addison?

Son of a bitch.

Excuse me.

There used to be
a French bistro here.

Do you know
what happened to it?

Sorry, I don't.

Oh, well, the march of time.

Do I know you from somewhere?

That's unlikely.

- Have a good day.
- Hold up.

Are you Oliver Garland?

I am.

You're my dad's favorite
Fox News commentator.

That's very flattering.

Please tell him
I said thank you.

I won't be saying shit to him.

We haven't had
a civil conversation in years

because of your crap.

Do you really believe
all that racist,

homophobic shit you spew?

I thought you liberals
were supposed to be tolerant.

Fuck off.

Good morning, New York.

I'm Addison Garland
in for Bryan Pierce.

I'm here with my wonderful
cohost, Mackenzie Lewis.

Lots of fun stuff
to talk about today,

including a new fashion trend
that mixes patterns.

Stripes and polka dots.

It can be pulled off, y'all,
I'm telling you.

And a heartwarming
story from Seattle

about one Girl Scout troop

that saved one family
from homelessness.

I love that story.

But first,
let's turn our attention

to our national treasure
Kit Dunn for the weather.

How's it looking
out there, Kit?

Thanks, Addison.

It's gonna be a cold one
out there today.

Got a low pressure system
coming in just off...

Thanks for driving me.

Dealership says my car should
be ready later today.

No problem.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, just...

What?

Silver Audi down there,
it's been following me.

You're not being followed.
It's a parked car.

I'm serious.

There's someone in it.

Probably on their phone.

Stop glaring.
Come on, get in the car.

It's the same one
from the school parking lot.

- Has to be.
- You think there's only one

silver Audi in all of Chicago?

It's a Black dude
with sunglasses and a hat.

Is that Agent Foreman?

See? It's fine.

Why would someone
be following you?

I read everything you write.

I'm being a dad right now.

I wanted to protect you.

Mariah?

I'm coming.

Any luck finding Lisas?

The last Lisa
in the church directory

passed away from cancer
two years ago.

How'd it go with
the hip replacement dance crew?

Nothing.
The only Lisa there

had a very touching
late-in-life coming out story

and now lives with her new wife
in Andersonville.

Father Brown's high school
class was a dud too.

You still hiding from Howard?

No.

Unlike you,
I have a functional marriage.

You choose to spend
all your time away from him

and the rest of your family.
Real functional.

There's a lot
of shit to do here--

packing, bills.

Mm--enough with you.

Actually, I found
something else.

In his journal, he has
all these little notes--

pray for this person,
smite that person.

And this one,

"3:00 p.m. Room 100"
kept coming up.

Always circled.

Prayer group or something?

Sure, maybe.

But considering
his girlfriend's a pill popper,

and Room 100 is
a random rec space

at the back of the church...

It's an NA meeting.

You think Lisa's there?

If not,

it's a room full of addicts
at her boyfriend's church.

Someone has to know her.

We're already late.
Let's go.

- Wait.

Don't we need to be undercover?

Should we mess up our clothes?

Like, I can dirty up my shirt.

Let's take your car.

I mean, we had
to walk 45 minutes,

and then I still got
a parking ticket.

You know,
I tried something like that

in high school--
did not go well.

Well, that's right, folks,
there are no shortcuts in life.

For all of us here
at "Sunrise Report,"

I'm Mackenzie Lewis.

And I'm Addison Garland.

Can't wait to wake up
with you tomorrow.

See you then.

And we're out.

Dad.

It's great to see you.

Television really suits you.

Very natural,
especially in person.

Thanks. I mean,
I know it's not

what you do
at Fox News, but--

what are you doing here?

Wanted to see you
in your element.

And your producer was
kind enough to see me on.

I was just telling my son
how good he is at this.

But seeing how well
you run things,

it's probably more the team
than anything, right?

He gets it from you, sir.

Your last appearance
on "Hannity"

was all anybody
could talk about.

Do you mind if I steal
Addison for a minute?

Of course.

Yes, I want you to do it.

- Are you kidding me?
- Nope.

Last I checked, you thought

my father was
in league with Satan.

Well, Satan does numbers,
and honestly,

our numbers could use
some help.

Nah.

No, I'm not
interviewing my dad.

That's not my brand.

You don't have a brand.

You're a fill-in
on a poorly-rated morning show.

I covered Obamacare,

the Edward Snowden leaks,
the Iran nuclear deal,

and on and on.

And now you're what's on
in the background

while parents pack
school lunches.

The network doesn't know you

from a hole in the ground
anymore.

An interview
with your dear father,

conservative firebrand
Oliver Garland,

that'll kill.

It'd be great for you,
wouldn't it?

It would be
fucking awesome for me,

but it would be
better for you.

You want to start getting those
calls you used to get again,

you do this interview.

Hey, Dad.

I'm sorry that took so long.
You know how it is.

Come have coffee with me.

I can't.

I came all the way down here
to be able to talk to you--

But I can--
I can move some stuff around

and make dinner work
for tonight.

That's great.

Is there something else?

Uh... yeah, it's a favor--

well, it's not really a favor
as much it is a--

it's an opportunity.

I'd like to interview you
for the show tomorrow.

'Cause you see,
this isn't the kind of show

that would, you know,

ever have a discussion
about Black fathers--

I'll do it.

Really?

Seems like you need this.

I wouldn't say I need it.

Swing by the hotel
around about 7:00 tonight.

Yes, sir.

Tonight.

If this is
an addicts meeting,

are we supposed to just start
introducing ourselves to folks

and blindly hope
there's a Lisa here?

No, don't you know
how this works?

They introduce themselves
anonymously.

Kimmer somewhere
she not supposed to be?

Once a cheater...

- This way.
- No.

I don't know
where she is exactly.

Okay.
I'm Mariah,

struggling to stay sober
after my father's death.

Wow, dug deep in the creative
vault for that one.

- Boy, let's go.
I gotta make a call.

- I'll be in.
Well, hurry up.

It's almost over.

Dude, what the hell
did you teach these kids

in Civil Procedure this year?

Um, I may have missed
some things.

I've been a little scattered.

These kids are
the cream of the crop

at an elite institution.

Yet my dog has a better grasp
of trial advocacy than they do.

Can you do me a favor?

I can't cover
another class for you, Tal.

I'm sorry.
I mean, no shade,

but you're doing a pretty
shitty job this semester.

It's about Kimmer.

If I send you an address,

can you drive by it and tell me
if she's with anyone?

Is this related
to seeing her out

with homeboy from her job,
that George guy?

It's her boss, Jerry Nathanson.

Look, can you do this
for me or not?

I can, but are you really sure
you want to know?

Yeah.

I want a better life

than what I had
when I was using.

But sometimes I can't believe
that I deserve it.

Thank you for sharing, Carmen.

Thank you to everybody
who shared today.

Remember...

One day at a time.

Not even
a Jalysa in the entire place.

I'm sorry?

Nothing.
Just a little frustrated.

Didn't find the session
helpful, huh?

Sometimes that happens.
It's normal.

You must be a newbie--

at least new to us.

Yes.
Uh, but to be honest,

I'm actually here looking
for my friend's sister Lisa.

Do you know anybody
by that name?

I can't really tell you that.

We take each other's
confidences pretty seriously.

- So...
- Yeah, I un--I understand.

It's just, her sister hasn't
heard from her in weeks.

And, you know,
that's a sign of relapse.

Or of just not
wanting to talk.

If we thought
that was all it was,

we would leave it alone, but...

her boyfriend
passed away recently,

and it was violent, so...

I don't know anything
about that.

You sure?

He was a pastor--

I don't know
what you're doing,

but it's bordering
on inappropriate.

I-I--listen,
I don't mean any harm.

I--

You're right.
Forgive me.

Hey. I think that's her, Lisa.

Come on.

Lisa?

Lisa!

So you are Lisa?

We just want to talk.

But I don't want
to talk to you.

We know you were
dating Father Brown.

He was getting you pills
before he died.

Our father was murdered too,
just a few days before,

and they were friends.

Maybe he was murdered.

We don't know for sure,
but it could all be connected.

Who's your father?

Judge Oliver Garland.

Freeman spoke fondly of him.

We think Freeman might have
known something.

Look, whatever you say,
it stays between us.

You have our word.

Is it the arrangements?

Did Freeman know about them?

Arrangements for what?

Did he ever mention

any arrangements
that he had with our dad?

No, and anything he had
to share about Judge Garland,

I'm sure he told the FBI.

The FBI?

Freeman was talking to the FBI?

Somebody from the FBI
called Freeman

shortly after your dad died,

said they wanted to set up
a meeting about your father.

We just assumed it was routine
given how famous he was.

I thought y'all knew.

He met with him
the night he died.

Did he mention
the agent's name?

Uh, yes.

Mc-something.

Uh, McDonald, McDade...

- McDermott?
- McDermott?

That sounds about right.

McDermott killed Freeman, why?

Thought he knew something

he didn't really know?

How did he even
to look for Lisa

or Lisa's boyfriend?

He's ahead of us.

Or was.

God bless the dead.

We're on the wrong track.

We think we've been
following Dad's trail,

but we keep running
into McDermott's.

Well, unless
they're the same thing.

What do you mean?

You said the Vineyard house
was ransacked, right?

Maybe it's teenage vandalism.

Maybe somebody was
looking for something.

What are you saying?

The only way
that McDermott could have known

that Lisa's boyfriend
had anything to do

with the arrangements is
the same way we did.

He read the judge's letter

and left it there for you.

Well, didn't do him any good.

He died not knowing shit.

The letter told him
I had all the answers,

but I don't know shit either.

I agree, you don't know shit.

How is that useful?

I'm going home.
Let's regroup tomorrow.

No, stay for dinner.
Addison's coming.

What?
Since when is he in town?

Since yesterday.
Apparently,

he's gonna be here
for work more.

He said he's covering
an election or something--

which is why he should be
joining us on our mission.

Also, I need you to cook.

When were you gonna tell me?

I'm telling you now.

Hey, Dana.
What's up?

Found Kimmer.

Big condo complex
in River North.

I just sent you pictures,
but I could not get inside.

Yeah, I saw them.

I don't know anyone
in that building.

What's she doing there?

Well, there's
a chance this is all

a misunderstanding.

You don't actually think that.

No, but I have to say it.

Follow her.

See where she goes.

Please.

Okay.

Hey, hey.
You're early.

You told me
not to be late.

Here, I brought this for you.

I'm surprised that's
the only thing you brought.

No new flavor of the week?

You also said family only,

so I made her wait in the car.

Tal's in the kitchen.

What's good, boy?

Our sister got you in here
looking like Mrs. Butterworth.

Why do you let her
do that to you?

I volunteered.

You lying ass.

I gotta get this.
Food should be done soon.

We'll be drinking
heavily in the meantime.

Where'd she end up going?

Some house in the suburbs.

Whose house?

I don't know.

Can you look around,
google the address,

find a welcome mat,
anything that could tell you--

Okay. Christ.

Are you close to the door?

Shh!

Then take me off speaker.

Is there a mailbox?
Can you check

for a letter or something?

God, that's
a federal crime, dude.

I'm not doing that.

Best I can get you is
a license plate.

Or...

What?

There's an Amazon package
on the porch.

So go.

Well,
what if there's a Ring camera

- or something?
- Just cover your face.

Well?

It's Kimmer's boss,
Jerry Nathanson.

I'm sorry, man.

Man, what--

clumsy-ass,
what are you doing?

I know you're not
breaking shit in my kitchen.

I'll go get the broom.

Welcome, son.

What's all this?
I thought we were eating out.

I decided it was better
for us to have some privacy.

This hotel has some
of the best steaks

this side of Peter Luger.

Yeah.

Sure, it looks great.

I don't pay all this money
to eat poorly.

I thought
the Federalist Society

was paying for the hotel.

Don't get smart with me.

Ah.

For me?

That's what it's there for.

I had them open it up
and let it breathe.

I meant what I said before.

You're doing good
on that morning show.

- Thanks.
- I wish you'd let me help you

find something else.

You're better than some
substitute teacher position.

I thought you said you had
serious business to discuss.

I do. I do.

But I haven't seen you
in months.

So what's new?

I just want
to know what happened

to your funeral date.

Well, I got reassigned
to Chicago for six months.

I don't do long-distance.

Damn, that's cold.

She could've helped
you reacclimate.

I don't need help.

I'm from here.

That's why I got stuck
covering this special election.

Don't sound too happy about it.

Oh, I love being here.

Dealing with you two
is the only downside.

Oh, funny, I was gonna say
the same thing about you two.

Mm, mm.

To family.

No.

To the judge.

I can't think of a better way
to honor our father

than to find out
who killed him.

I thought you got her
off this conspiracy mess.

You were there
when Jack Ziegler showed up

to the judge's funeral.

Yeah, they knew each other,
what, for 50-odd years.

It's not really shocking that
he showed up at the funeral.

Tell Addison about the letter.

All right, y'all.

If y'all called me over
just for this,

I might as well go back
to my place

'cause I heard enough
batshit conspiracy theories

when the judge was alive.

I don't need to hear it
from y'all.

You don't need to go.

We'll drop it.

I didn't cook up
all this food for nothing.

Well, it is pretty good.

I'm sorry.

Man, it's all right.

No, that's--
that's not my demographic.

I'm progressive.
You're the one in the family

who has
angry conservatives sewn up.

You could use a little more
conservatism in your life.

- Hm.
Tell me,

is there someone special?

Or are you still chasing
a series of someones?

What, I can't enjoy my youth?

It's hardly youth
anymore, is it?

I had fun in my day.

Oh, did you?

But at some point,
you got to start

thinking about a family.

One more.
To Abby.

To Abby.

It still hits me
sometimes, this--

this rage that
they never caught the guy.

I'm sure they got
what they deserved.

I wish I had your certainty.

I wish the judge had
been able to get

some sort of closure
before he died.

You think he didn't?

He had this scrapbook
in the study.

It was filled
with hit-and-runs.

He was obsessed.

You saw it?

Don't you want to know
what really happened to Dad?

I already know what happened.

He died from a heart attack.

The judge apparently left some
sort of arrangements behind.

What the hell are arrangements?

We don't know.

Maybe contracts, maybe files.

It could be nuclear codes
for all we know.

But there are people
after them.

Including that psychopath
Jack Ziegler.

Addison, if you would join us,

together with your help,
we would be able to--

Stop!

I'm not interested

in running around this city
chasing shadows.

He died from a heart attack.

That's it.

I'm out of here.

You're out of here?

For real?

Addison.

I've been thinking
of a number of things

since your mother passed.

I need to know
my affairs are in order.

I've made certain arrangements.

And as my oldest son,
you're the one

who'll be carrying on
the Garland legacy.

Well, I thought the torchbearer
for the Garland legacy

was Mariah and all her kids.

No, it's you.

I know I don't say this
to you children often enough,

but... I'm proud of you.

What is this?

Did you--

did you give this
to the police?

What are you gonna do with it?

I've already done it.

I can't believe you.

In order to protect
this family,

sometimes you have
to make some hard...

- That's bullshit.
- ...choices.

Bullshit.

Addison.

No.

Addison.

Addison?

Addison.

Addison!

Never seen him
like that before.

Grief messes with people,
I guess.

Well, Addison struggled
to really know Dad.

Now I guess he just wants
to forget about him.

Well, people never really know
their parents.

I wonder if any of us
really knew the judge.

Maybe we should talk
to Wainwright.

What? Why?

Because we've already
talked to Mal.

Ziegler's an asshole
who I still think

had something to do with this.

And everybody else
pretty much bailed

when the judge lost
the nomination.

Can't hurt to see
if he can shed light

on any of this stuff.

Think you can get a Supreme
Court justice on the phone?

No.

But I am still friendly
with his daughter Candace.

We just sent her a gift
for her new baby.

According to her Insta,
Papa's in town

damn near every weekend.

So I'll call her.

Oh, my God,

we'd looked everywhere,
only to find Candace

hiding in the coat closet
with you

eating all the crab puffs.

We were growing children.

That you were.

I still find it hard to believe
that you're adults now

with children of your own.

I know your father was proud.

That's, uh, part of why
we asked you to come by.

Are you aware
of any arrangements

he may have made
for after his death?

Arrangements?

What sort of arrangements?

Well, that's the problem.
We don't know.

His instructions were cryptic.

He seems pretty sure
that you'd understand them.

Unfortunately, I think
my father may have placed

undue faith in me.

I'm sure that's not true.

I remember
when my father passed,

one of the things
that broke my heart the most

was thinking I'd never get
a chance to understand the man.

But time passed
and it turns out,

I knew him better
than I thought.

"Excelsior, my son.
Excelsior."

It's all Greek--
well, Latin to me,

but I'm sure it means
something to you.

Ah, closest I can figure it out
is it's a chess problem.

But I don't know
how that makes sense.

Your father trusted you.
Trust yourself.

He knew what he was doing.

There's a little part
of me that knows

it should have been your father
on the court instead of me.

Well, that wasn't your fault.

That was all Jack Ziegler.

I won't argue with that.

Do you think there's,

you know, any possibility that

Jack Ziegler could have
had something to do

with our father's death?

I'm not sure I follow.

We have reason to believe
there may have been foul play.

And we think Jack Ziegler
might have been involved.

That's a very serious
allegation.

But between us...

I wouldn't put it past him.

Judge Garland, no one seems
to be able to find Addison.

Has he been
in contact with you?

I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Good morning.
He's flying in now.

Here he is.

Thank you.

Sorry, the C wasn't running
so I had to take a cab.

- We ready to go?
Sure are.

I'll set Mack up
with your intro.

Son?

Don't.

And three, two, one.

Good morning.
I'm Addison Garland

here with a special guest.

You may know him
as Judge Garland,

but he happens to be
my father.

And today, we're gonna
talk about, uh, fatherhood.

Taxi!

Will I see you at Mariah's
for Thanksgiving?

Yeah, Dad.

I'll be there.

If you're gonna pout about it,
we can go to the lame-ass place

that you suggested,
even though Sublime

clearly has the better burger.

As I've said repeatedly,
Melvin's Burgers

is better by a mile.

I'm not pouting.

I'm thinking.

You really think Jack
had something to do

with the judge's death?

I don't know.

He's a criminal who was
snooping around the body

before it was cold.

And he's the closest thing
we have to a real clue now

that Lisa's boyfriend
turned out to be a dead end.

She gave you shit
for being with me today?

Who?

Who do you think?

The one who's
got you football-spiking

glasses and staring out into
space like a '90s R&B video.

Do you want to talk about it?

Where are you going?

I told you I'm not going
to fucking Melvin's.

Has anyone been following you?

No, I haven't seen
anybody, why?

Someone's been driving
around dogging me for days.

I think it's the other
fake FBI Agent Foreman.

The thing is,
he's been in an Audi.

There's a BMW that's been
tailing us for six blocks.

Okay, come on,
then let's lose him.

Lose him?
What do you want me to do?

It's the long, skinny one.
Floor it.

God damn!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Wait, go around!
Go around. Go around.

- Maxine?
- What the fuck are you doing?

Go.

Actually, Sally's is close by.
We'll be able to lay low there.

Go.

What the hell?

What are y'all doing here?

We're just
in the neighborhood.

Come on.

Oh, can I get y'all something--
sangria, wine spritzer,

something to eat?

I'm starving.

Food sounds good.

You know I got you.

I'ma pour up
some sangria too.

Why was the woman from
the roller rink chasing us?

I don't know.

Is she working
with McDermott and Foreman?

Maybe,
but if that's the case,

why didn't she just
grab me off the ferry?

Maybe she was
the one in the judge's study

with the pawn
and the scrapbook?

I don't know why
she'd want a scrapbook

featuring the judge's
obsession with hit-and-runs.

What scrapbook?

Something my dad made.

Remember, it went missing
after the funeral?

Yeah.
Was it important?

I don't know, but some weird
shit has been happening,

so maybe.

What do you know, Sally?

I'm sorry.

If I'd known it was
that important to you,

I wouldn't have
agreed to take it.

You took it?

Addison asked me to.

- He what?
- Where is it now?

Look,
you got to understand,

I thought
I was doing him a favor.

What did you do?

He told me to burn it.