All language subtitles for Emperor of Ocean Park s01e06.eng

[Mariah] Previously on
Emperor of Ocean Park...

Uncle Jack?

Hello, Talcott.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I think that Janssen
and Ziegler

may have killed Dad together.

Doesn't this sound
like something

ex-spy, ex-CIA agent
Jack Ziegler would do?

Chasing down
these conspiracy theories,

it's not gonna
get you anywhere, babe.

Mr. Garland, Agent Whalen.

Are you ready
for your interview?

Is there anything you think
we should know about your wife?

Who's sending you
flowers at work?

What flowers?

Red roses.

Right now,
I am worried about you.

And I'm worried about you

and who you really are.

There's some stuff missing.

- [Sally] What stuff?
- [Tal] A scrapbook,

a couple of pawns
from his chess set.

What scrapbook?

Remember it went missing
after the funeral?

- Where is it now?
- Addison asked me to burn it.

We need the arrangements,
Professor Garland.

I don't have them.

I don't even know
what the hell they are.

So what's in the package, then?

What?
[grunting]

[siren wailing distantly]

[sirens approaching]

[siren whoops and stops]

[officer] We got a call
about suspicious activity.

Yeah, I was-

You were what, sir?

[coughs]

I was attacked.

Are you sure
about that, sir?

Yeah.

[panting]

Have you been
drinking tonight?

I'm not legally required
to answer that question.

And where'd you get
your law degree?

Down the street.

- [groans]
- Hey, hey, hey!

[officer] No sudden movements.

[Tal] Agh!

[tense music plays]

[weakly]
I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't-

[panting]

[groans]

[tense music continues]

I didn't do anything.

I haven't-
I haven't done anything wrong.

Resisting arrest is
a secondary charge at best,

meaning he can't be held
on resisting alone.

And that's all that's here.

So either it's a typo
or it's bullshit.

Your husband will be out
in a minute, ma'am.

You can have a seat.

I'll have this tossed
in two seconds.

Your arresting officer won't
even have to show up to lie.

[soft dramatic music plays]

Where in the-
where did he get those bruises?

- There was a figh-
- Honey, I'm asking them.

Where in the hell
did he get those bruises?

Have a good day.

You'll be hearing
from us again soon-

very soon.

I got it.

Here.

[soft dramatic music continues]

We have to file a formal
complaint right away.

I know exactly which judge
to take this to.

Police brutality is
like catnip to her.

Oh, and video-
do you think Karl has

security cameras outside?

I don't know.

What exactly happened, Tal?

Uh, these two guys
jumped me, and then-

Two guys jumped you? What?

I-I thought the police
did this to you.

[winces]
They did,

mostly,
after I got jumped.

At a chess club?

And what were you
doing there anyway?

Playing chess.

Where were you
all night?

At home,
asleep with Bentley.

I came as soon
as I got your message.

And he's with Lindy,
in case you want to accuse me

of child endangerment, too.

Thanks for bailing me out.

We're gonna make
these fucking cops pay.

Trust me.

I got your back.

Oh, just leave it
on the nightstand.

You have to put it
on the cuts right away,

or else it'll get infected.

I'm gonna take a shower,

and then I'll put it on
when I get out.

[sighs]

I'm gonna work from home.

You don't need to do that.

I'm staying home.

And you should, too.

You need to rest.

Can't.

I've already missed a ton
of class, faculty meetings.

Dean Wyatt wants to see me
as soon as I get in-

Tal.

Yeah.

Okay.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Whatever's going on with you,

it's taking a toll on us,

on our family.

Whatever's going on with me
is taking a toll on our family?

You got beat up
and spent the night in jail.

Jack Ziegler,
FBI interrogations,

not to mention
some sort of car explosion

that you're being all secretive
about for some reason.

Something is going on
with you, honey.

Can't you see that?

Maybe so.

But something's going on
with you, too, Kimmer.

And maybe everything
you just mentioned got me

sounding like a crazy person
the other night.

But I know what I know.

Something's going on
between you and somebody else.

[soft dramatic music plays]

It's not what you think-

No more fucking talking.

End it... now.

[soft dramatic music continues]

Or end us.

[speaker] Right.

Well, I can't think
of too much more to discuss.

We've covered caterers,
chair and table rentals,

temporary dance floor,
florists, music.

Regarding music, I'm down
with the jazz orchestra

or whatever,
but we also need a DJ,

'cause at a certain point
during the evening-

how do I put this-

my people are gonna want
to back that "azz" up.

- [Oliver chuckles]
- Talcott.

Live music and a DJ.

No problem.

You guys have a fantastic
property to host a wedding.

Now, the only red tape
I could see is the tent.

We might have to ask the town
for permission.

That shouldn't be a problem.
We know everyone on the board.

And we're still hoping
to find a date

in summer
or early fall, yes?

[tense music plays]

We should aim to move it up
as much as reasonably possible.

I see.

We can definitely
expedite things.

Of course.

Okay, I have a couple more
questions for the bride-to-be.

Will she be joining us again
before I leave?

Come on.

[sighs]

Need me
to call tech support?

I can't get
the damn thing to work.

It hasn't been used
in over a decade.

I doubt Abby was using
the fax machine function much.

Who still uses
a fax machine anyway?

[laugh]
Cook County courts.

Well, can it wait
till we get back?

No, I have to file this brief
before the end of the day,

or else Andre's gonna
get away with it.

God forbid he sells a house
you no longer live in

and gives you
half the profit.

When we negotiated
a settlement,

I assumed
he'd act in good faith

and his own self-interest.

I didn't assume
he'd be so spiteful.

- Spiteful?
- [Kimmer] Yeah, Tal.

Wake up.

I mean, why else would he sell
in a down market below asking?

He's trying
to get back at me.

He must have heard
we were planning our wedding.

Well, right now,
we're not planning anything.

It's the judge
and a very sick old lady

and an overpriced
wedding planner.

Any chance you can touch base
before she leaves?

I spent the whole
morning with her.

Trust me, I'd rather be
working on our wedding,

but I have to get
this done.

Kimmer, we came
all the way up here for this.

- [thud]
- Come on.

- Kimmer.
- [loudly] What?

For my mom.

Please.

[sighs]

[soft dramatic music plays]

[Mariah] All right.

[Martin] I wanted brownies.

[Martina] I wanted muffins.

Well, when you don't
tell Mommy what you want

for lunch until it's time
for us to go,

you get whatever's
in the cabinet.

[secretary]
Office of Sullivan Janssen.

How can I assist you?

Hi, this is Mariah-

[secretary] Yes, Mrs. Denton.
Hello again.

Hi. Um, I was calling back
for Sullivan Janssen.

I have yet to receive
a call back.

[secretary] Unfortunately,
Mr. Janssen is unavailable-

Well, unfortunately,
this is an urgent matter,

so I need to speak
with him immediately.

[tense music plays]

Fuck.

[tense music continues]

[Kimmer speaking indistinctly]

Okay, so let me clarify.

Fucking you was a mistake.
Biggest mistake of my life.

Is that clear enough?

Stop.

He is a good man, and I can't-

I won't do this to him anymore.

You gotta stop this.

No.

It's over, okay?

It's over.

You said that already.

I-I'm not doing this anymore.

This is it.

Don't contact me again.

So this was just,
like, a random break-in,

or was it something
more targeted?

Targeted?

Who would want
to target you?

You know, if you could just,
uh, finish your report.

I-I gotta file
an insurance claim,

- get my kids to school.
- [phone buzzing]

Thank you.

[tense music plays]

[line trills]

Hello?

Mariah.

[monitors beeping]

You know who this is?

Yes.

[Jack] How are you?

Been better.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No, and I assume
that you didn't call me

just to make small talk.

[coughing]

I understand you've been
trying to get ahold

of a friend of mine.

Yeah, Sullivan Janssen.

He's a dangerous man.

Dangerous enough
to kill my father?

Your father died
of a heart attack.

My father ruled against him
in a very important case.

[coughs]

[chuckles]

I've always been fond of you,
your tenacity.

Your father was, too.

Made you a great reporter.

But your family's safety

has to be
your primary concern now.

Don't call
Sullivan Janssen again.

[line disconnects]

[tense music continues]

No, no, I don't have
the drivers downloaded.

That's why I was
transferred to you.

Well, you know
how to get them then?

It's from 2003.
I don't know.

[representative talking
indistinctly]

No, there are actually
a lot of places

that still require fax,
I'm learning.

So, how do I-

[representative talking
indistinctly]

Yes, I will hold again.

[soft hold music playing]

[knock on door]

Hi there.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yes, sir, we're
your 3:00 p.m. appointment.

Appointment for?

I'm sorry, this is the Garland
residence, isn't it?

It is.

We're here to winterize
the windows.

We did a consultation
a few months back.

Mr. Garland set it up.

Is he available?

No, he stepped out
to run some errands.

Care to give him a call?

I'm on hold for something
important; I can't-

We're on a really tight
schedule here, sir.

If we don't get to you now,
it could be weeks or months.

Yeah. Yeah, come on in.

Thanks.

We'll start upstairs.

[baby crying]

You hear that?

Huh?

Don't worry.
I got it.

- [Mariah] Thanks, honey.
- [Howard] Uh-huh.

[car horns honking]

[tense music plays]

[huffs]

[tense music continues]

[footsteps approaching]

Hey.

I made you coffee.

Thanks.

You feeling any better?

Yeah.

Got some sleep.

Beats a bench
in a holding cell.

Yeah, man,
you were knocked out.

- All wrapped up like a mummy.
- [both laugh]

- [Tal winces]
- [Mariah] Oh, oh.

I'll see you later.

Whoa, hey.

Bye.

Right behind you.

[tense music plays]

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

[man] You won't have
any more trouble.

The problem is taken care of.

What problem?
Who is this?

[line disconnects]

What's up, T?

- Yo, your eye.
- Seriously, man?

You don't think I know
I look like shit?

You're right, my bad.
It's just-

like, you need
some ice or something?

We're way past ice,
but thank you.

Shame what they did
to you, man.

Small campus,
news travels fast.

I take it Ben Crump
is already on the way?

What about Al Sharpton?
Jesse Jackson?

Oprah?
Michelle Obama?

Dr. Umar Johnson?

Charlamagne Tha God?
Farrakhan-

Appreciate you, Desmond,

but I don't want
to get into it.

I have to go
explain to my boss

why I've missed
so much time lately.

You got your ass beat
by some racist cops.

Just tell her that.
White ladies eat that shit up.

That's not why I missed
faculty meetings

and all the class time.

So?

I'm not gonna
play the victim.

But you are the victim.

I'll talk to you later.

I offered you
bereavement leave,

and you didn't take it.

Instead, you cancel classes
20 minutes before they begin.

You don't show up
to meetings or office hours.

It's the inconsistency
that's problematic.

Things have been complicated
with my father's passing,

and there's Kimmer's
potential nomination.

But I want
to assure you both

that my head is
back in the game.

You should consider taking
the rest of the semester off.

I thought leave was
no longer an option

- this far into the semester.
- [Dean Lynda] It's not.

This would be an unpaid,
but necessary break.

[Theo] Losing a parent is
a huge life change, Talcott.

Perhaps you jumped back
into the water too quickly.

Many of the senior faculty
certainly think so.

You've been
talking about me?

We've been concerned,
Talcott.

Your father meant
a great deal to me.

I taught him.

And I taught you, his son.

I feel a great responsibility
for your well-being.

Look, why don't you take
your favorite law texts

from your office, go home,
and bone up for next semester?

I'm fine, I promise.

[Dean Lynda]
Pardon my directness here,

but you look terrible,

like you've been in
a barroom brawl or something.

I was assaulted
by the police.

Oh, my God.

Was it racial?

[intriguing music plays]

Certainly feels racial,
Dean Lynda.

I mean,
how do you explain it?

This-this doesn't happen
to a white guy.

This is all the more reason
to take the semester off.

But if...

if you insist on continuing,

I need you to know
that my patience

is going to be very short.

You're on thin ice,
my friend.

Yes. Understood.

[Howard] Whoa.
Still here, huh?

That's, like, what,
two days in a row now?

Are we still on this?
I live here.

Oh, do you?

Okay, okay.

That's just caveman
for "I miss you."

Mm.

These are for you.
Take them to work.

Oh, from the Portuguese
pastry shop.

You must want something.

[scoffs]
Can't I just buy

my hardworking,
handsome husband

a little bit of sweetness?

You could, but no.

I want a date night.

Upstairs date night
or going out date night?

Both, if you play
your cards right.

Hm. How about
that Italian place

with the weird olives?

I had something else
in mind.

Uh-oh. What?

The annual

American Conservation
and Stewardship Gala.

[laughs]

Are you serious?

No, that sounds boring.
And expensive.

And boring.

I know it's not
the sexiest date night.

Nothing about gala screams
sexy or date night.

[sighs] My dad would
give to them every year.

And while I don't care all
that deeply about the cause,

but lately,
I've just been drawn

to things that
connect me to my dad.

So I don't know, I just
thought it would be nice.

I get that.

Besides, I just imagine
you in a sharp suit,

me in that new black dress

that I modeled
for you that time.

- Mm?
- The one that hugs every curve.

[intriguing music plays]

When is it again?

Got him.

You had me at black dress.

[Mariah laughs]

What does the Supreme Court
of Ohio's reversal

of the ruling
on Witmer v. Powell tell us

about bias in tort procedure?

You're late, Mr. Knowland.

Sorry, Professor.

I kinda assumed class
would be canceled again.

Well, I'm here.
Have a seat.

So again, what does the ruling
on Witmer v. Powell tell us

about bias in tort procedure?

Okay, not all at once.

Professor Worth went over this
last class when she covered.

Actually, it was
two classes ago.

We've already talked
about this.

Professor Worth may have
covered this in some manner,

but-but-but let's go deeper.

[soft chatter and laughter]

In what way does Powell
establish the principle

that the tortfeasor is respon-

Dude, what's up
with Professor Garland's eye?

[soft tense music plays]

That the tortfeasor
is responsible

for damages caused
to their victim,

regardless of any unknown
preexisting issues?

Mr. Knowland, perhaps you care
to share your thoughts.

Yeah, uh,

Witmer v. Powell did establish
the principle in question.

Yeah, I'm aware.
We all are.

But I asked how.

I just got here.

Maybe you could go
to somebody else.

No.
No, no, we'll stay with you.

What about bias?

Does this case demonstrate bias
in tort procedure?

Yes. Of course.

It, uh-

[Tal] Explain.

[soft tense music continues]

I'm not asking you what's
in your notes, Mr. Knowland,

or what you may have gleaned
from Professor Worth.

I'm asking you if you can
back up what you just said.

Well, uh,

I think that it's probable th-

[mockingly]
Well, uh, you think, uh, what?

Can you back up
what you said or not?

Not off the top of my head.

That's unfortunate,
because as a student

at a top law school
in the country,

you should be able
to come up with evidence

to support your claim

"off the top of your head."

Or is it your preference
that you just be able

to pull nonsense
out of your ass at will,

and we just let it slide?

I asked if it's
your preference, Mr. Knowland.

No. That's not
my preference.

[footsteps approaching]

A word, Professor?

[students whispering]

What's so urgent
you had to haul me out

in front of my students?

Based on your descriptions,

we believe we've found
the men who attacked you.

Oh, w-well, that's good news.

I have a few
follow-up questions.

Where were you last night?

I was home,
recovering from the injuries

I sustained at the hands
of my attackers

and at the hands
of your officers.

Anyone able to verify that?

That I was home?
My wife.

Can you tell me
what's going on?

Uh, your attackers
are dead-murdered.

Bound and gagged
with their fingers cut off.

It's just
a pretty big coincidence

that two men attack you
and then wind up dead.

Am I a suspect
of some sort?

If so, I'll need
to have my lawyer present.

No, I just need you
to identify these men.

[tense music plays]

These are the guys, right?

Damn, that was fast.

Was the florist that bad?

[Kimmer]
Your mom isn't feeling well.

[Tal] Mom, are you okay?

[Claire] I just need to rest.

[Tal] I'll get you some water.

[Claire] Thank you.

[Kimmer] Any luck?

Yeah, it works now.

[sighs] Thank God.

You're a lifesaver.

I was worried I wasn't gonna
be able to fight back.

Well, now you're armed with
a fully-functional fax machine,

so hopefully you can knock him
out quick and finally move on.

[Oliver] Talcott.

What's that van
across the street?

Probably the guys you hired.

Did you forget
you had an appointment?

Would have been nice
to have a heads-up.

[Oliver] Did you let them in?

Yeah, is that a problem?

Where are they now?

[Tal] Upstairs.

Oliver, we should call someone.

No need to send for backup.

We just want to talk
to Judge Garland.

[Oliver] Get out of my house!

Wouldn't be in your house
if you'd agree to speak

with my employer.

Want to excuse everyone else?

I want you the hell out
of my house right now!

This won't stop until we come
to a mutual agreement.

Get out.

Get out!

[tense music plays]

You know how to reach us.

What was all that?

A labor dispute.

- A labor dispute?
- We hired them,

but they didn't deliver
as promised.

So they just showed up here
and talked their way in?

That's pretty aggressive.

[Oliver] Indeed, it is.

Let me handle this.

[jazz band playing]

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

Hey.

Thank you.

So maybe this wasn't
such a bad idea.

I just met the senior VP
of Schuster and Wholan.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

We're gonna have
lunch next month.

Oh, that's nice, honey.

Yeah.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mm.

Sullivan Janssen?

Congratulations on your award.

Oh, thank you.

I have been studying
your business endeavors,

and I would just love
the opportunity

to sit and pick your brain.

Well, you can always
call the office

and see
what we can set up.

Oh, you know what?
I actually did call your office

quite a few times, actually.

I'm Mariah Denton.

My maiden name is Garland.

My father was
Judge Oliver Garland.

I'd love to sit
and talk with you

about your relationship
with my dad and Jack Ziegler,

how it all intersected,
how it all ended.

Thanks again for coming out

and supporting
this important cause.

[man] Tal!

Hey, Tal.

- Thought that was you.
- [Tal] Jerry.

Hey, Kimmer told me
about the cops.

That's just terrible.
How are you holding up?

What are you doing here, man?

I use
the law library sometimes.

I'm an alum here,
too, remember?

Kimmer told you not
to bother her.

And as far as I'm concerned,
that extends to me, too,

and my workplace, so leave.

- She told me what?
- [Tal scoffs]

I'm not playing this game
with you, all right?

Leave,
or I'm kicking your ass.

Your choice.

[chuckles]
What is this all about?

It's about
you fucking my wife.

Get your hands off me!

[both grunting]

[tense music plays]

Get off!

Get off me!

I don't know what the fuck
your problem is,

but I'm gay, you moron.

I'm not the one
fucking your wife.

Fuck.

The young lovers are officially
on their way back to Chicago.

You okay, dear?

Claire?

We should tell them.

Tell who what?

Tell the kids
about the arrangements

and everything
that led to them.

They deserve to know, Oliver.

They need to know
for their own safety.

We agreed that we wouldn't
tell the children-

That was before
they started showing up

on our doorstep
so frequently.

How long before
they show up on Tal's

or Mariah's or Addison's?

They have to know
what could be coming for them.

What you're suggesting will
make the children complicit.

That's a tremendous amount
of legal jeopardy, Claire.

And what you're suggesting
could put them

in actual physical jeopardy.

We can shield them
from that.

[sighs]
We won't always be here.

I won't always be here.

Must you always be
so pessimistic?

It's not pessimistic.

- It's-
- Claire.

You've got to acknowledge
the truth.

The writing on the wall and-

Enough!

I forbid it.

And I'll have no more
of this conversation.

[soft dramatic music plays]

Sure, honey.

[soft dramatic music continues]

Whatever you say.

♪ Call me a fool ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm still
Not over you ♪

♪ Guess I'm lost ♪

♪ Maybe this time
It's true... ♪

It's good to have
you back, Mariah.

Back?

Hey, I'm not criticizing.

- [Mariah groans softly]
- [Howard] I believe you

if you tell me that you need
to spend more time

at your folks' house
to tie things up.

- I'm just saying.
- [Mariah] Mm-hmm.

[Howard] Today was wonderful.
You know, we get to hang out.

- [Mariah] Yeah.
- No kids, no work.

Makes me happy.

Um, I'm gonna go get
a glass of wine.

Would you like one?

- Uh, sure, yeah.
- Okay.

[man] Mariah.

I thought that was you.

Justice Wainwright.

[Wainwright]
I wouldn't have clocked you

as a fan of hunters
and conservation.

Oh, well, as you know,
my father was.

It's a relatively new
interest for me.

I've been a member
for decades.

I go to enough luncheons
and galas as it is,

but I hardly miss this one.

Say, whatever happened
with that issue

with your dad's arrangements
and the letter?

It's been a roller coaster.

Yeah, um, if I'm being honest,
it's the reason that I'm here.

Really?

Yeah, chasing down a lead.

Someone here?

Yeah, actually,
could I give you a call?

I'd love to catch you up
on everything

that we've been discovering.

- Well, I look forward to it.
- Okay.

I'm gonna pull the car around,
and I'll be back up for you.

[Claire] Take your time.
I need a few minutes.

[tense music plays]

[floorboard creaks]

[coughs]

- [Tal] Hello?
- Tal, I need to talk

with you and your siblings
as soon as possible.

- [Tal speaking indistinctly]
- No.

No, no, in person.
It's important.

[tense music continues]

[jazz band playing]

[Howard] Here we-oh.

Uh, excuse me, sir, I think
you're in our spot here.

Huh?

Oh, will you look at that?

Here's me.
Sorry about that.

[Howard] No problem.

Hi.

So, Howard, how was
your drive into the city?

Uh, it was, uh, fine.

Have we met?
I'm Howard Denton.

Yeah, bud, I just read
your place card, remember?

Right.
[chuckles]

You guys on a little date?

Kids all back
with the sitter?

- [Howard] Yeah.
- Yeah, we just decided

to get out of the house
for a change.

You got five, right?

What was your name?

Malcolm's the oldest?

Soccer star?

- How did-
- Those practice fields

at the Ellery School, though,

kinda off by themselves?

As a parent,

I'd be worried.

[ominous music plays]

My natural inclination is
always to fear the worst.

Anything can happen
to your children-

anything.

Nothing that
Szuza could do,

nothing that
school security could do,

nothing that
you could do.

All right.

Ope.

Wrong seat again.

You two have a good time.

[ominous music continues]

Be safe out there.

Excuse me.

We need to talk.

What the fuck was
that all about?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me.

I think the guy was one
of Janssen's goons.

Sullivan Janssen?
The time-share guy?

What does he have
to do with anything?

I think he might have something
to do with my father's death.

And he's being honored
here today.

Oh, my God. God.

Oh, my God.

I am so stupid.

For a second,
I really believed that you-

you wanted to have
some quality time

- with your husband.
- I do-

"Let's have
a date night, Howie.

I'll wear a nice dress.
It'll be so fun."

- Yeah fucking right.
- Hey-

- No, I don't-
- Please keep it down.

I don't give a shit, Mariah!

I don't care!

We are done
with this shit.

I'm pulling the plug.
It's over.

You can't ground me.
I'm not your child.

That asshole threatened
our children.

Do you understand?
It is over.

No more research.

No more
investigative field trips.

No more buying lawyers
for random drug dealers.

His name is Sharik.

Well, okay, great.
Good luck to Sharik,

'cause I'm pulling
his retainer.

Howard, you can't.

I can.
And I will.

I'm protecting
our family, Mariah.

You need to try it sometime.

[Tal] I know what
it looked like out there.

I've decided it's best

if you take the remainder
of the semester off,

effective immediately.

You humiliated a student
in front of the entire class.

And a homicide detective
showed up at the classroom

and dragged you
out of your class?

- I wasn't dragged out-
- Take the time off.

Consider it
an involuntary sabbatical.

Hm?

[soft dramatic music plays]

Kimmer?

Kimmer!

"Taking Bentley
to stay at Lindy's."

[line trills]

[Kimmer] What?

What do you mean "what?"

I got your note.
What's going on?

[Kimmer] You attacked
my boss in public.

You think he wouldn't call me?

I told you there was
nothing going on with him.

[sighs] Bentley can't be
around all this.

- He's my son.
- [Kimmer] It's for his safety.

You think I'm a danger
to our son, really, Kimmer?

[Kimmer]
I don't know what you are.

That's the issue.

When all this shit cools down
and you get ahold of yourself,

we can talk,
but until then, this is best.

[mournful music plays]

[Tal] 'Bout to be the freshest
groomsmen in the game.

Thanks for coming through.

And do not let Ethan
or Jamund try to move

the bachelor party
to Vegas, okay?

You know them fools got
a gambling problem.

How's Kimmer?
She getting cold feet yet?

I wouldn't really
describe it as cold feet.

How would you
describe it then?

[Tal] I don't wanna burden you
with my relationship issues.

I'm your father.

I just don't know if this will
ever be enough for her.

If what will be
enough for her?

[Tal] Everything.
Our life together.

Our home. Me.

Sounds like you need
to do more then.

Right. Sure.

Why do I feel like
it always falls back on me?

You're a man,
soon to be a husband,

and that's
part of the deal.

You got
a good woman, Talcott.

Maybe she's not perfect-

Far from perfect.

None of us are.

You don't want to feel that
pain of regret in your gut,

wonder if you did all that
you could to make her happy,

when she was
still by your side.

'Cause once you have
that feeling,

once you lose her,

it's already too late.

You know, Dad,
if the doctors are right,

we still have
a lot of time left with Mom-

Anyway, I'm glad we were
able to have this fitting

before I left on my trip.

What trip?

New York, next week.

Hannity, O'Reilly, in studio.

S-so you're not gonna be
at the family meeting?

Family meeting?

The one Mom called about.

Said you needed to talk
to all us kids.

Something important
we have to hear together.

Yes, she did mention that.

Must have slipped my mind.

Yeah, well, that's
the only thing slipping.

You are sharp.

[Mariah] Hey.

[gasps]
Wow, you look like shit.

Good to see you, too.

What's on your shirt?

Well, Kimmer's really
taking care of you, I see.

Kimmer's gone.

Like, business trip gone

or gone-gone?

Are you okay?

Not really, no.

So now isn't a good time
to ask for your help?

I tried to call earlier,
but you ignored my calls.

One call.

I'm sorry, I was
a little preoccupied,

keeping my family
from falling apart,

which I failed at, obviously.

Howard wants me to stop,

so I need you to keep going on
the investigation without me.

Hard pass.

Nearly lost my life chasing
the judge's arrangements.

That is exactly why we need
to keep going. Don't you see?

We are so close,
Tal, I know it.

Are you listening?
My wife left me.

My-m-my career is
on life support.

I never should have
let myself get involved

chasing your
stupid conspiracies.

Truth.
I am chasing the truth.

Well, the truth is that you are
self-centered and selfish.

Oh, my God.

You always do this.

You leave me
to carry the burden.

You mean the burden you came
over here to dump on me?

You're such
a little bitch, Tal-

always have been,
a weak-ass bitch.

Kimmer probably went to find
a dude with some balls,

and I don't blame her.

[tense music plays]

Dad should have never
written you that letter.

He should have known you'd just
disappoint him, like always.

I couldn't have
disappointed him as much

as you did if I tried.

[tense music continues]

What the fuck
does that mean?

It means when life gave you
a little bit of adversity,

you gave up.

You glommed onto
some rich white dude

and found yourself
a mansion to hide in.

You're not only a failure,
but you're also a coward.

Fuck you, Tal.

Yeah, fuck you, too, Mariah.

Don't call me.
Don't text me.

Leave me the fuck alone!

You got it, asshole!

[door opens, slams]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Who is this?

Yes, this is he.
W-what's this in regards to?

I'm her cousin.

[Sally] I'd gone out the night
before, had a lot to drink-

a lot.

I must have blacked out,
'cause I woke up on my couch

the next morning and couldn't
remember how I got there.

I got ready for work,
but when I went outside,

my car wasn't there.

[chuckles humorlessly]

That's the thing
about rock bottom.

The goalposts keep moving.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know anything
was going on with you.

You didn't see me
drinking like a fish?

I'm-I'm just-

I'm just glad you're here now.

No one else has come
to visit.

I don't even think
they noticed I was gone.

I was surprised you named me
as your family contact.

You're the most responsible
person I know, so yeah.

I don't have many people
left in my life.

I don't have
any unbreakable

sibling bonds like you
and Addison and Mariah.

How are you holding up?

Alcohol withdrawal
is a bitch.

[sighs]
But it's been two weeks now,

and I'm feeling a bit better.

It's easier from here,
they tell me.

- I'm proud of you.
- [Sally laughs]

For what?

Being a drunk?
[chuckling]

For getting help.

There's something
I wanted to tell you.

I didn't destroy
the judge's scrapbook.

What?

I figured if Addison wanted me
to get rid of it that bad,

it must be important
enough to keep.

Where is it?

In the trunk of my car.

If you want it,
you can go get it.

Thank you.

Excuse me, um,

I have a reservation
for the private room.

Name's Claire Garland.
I'm a little late.

Not a problem, Mrs. Garland.

Your party has already arrived,
so if you'll follow me.

Thank you.

[uneasy music plays]

I told the kids that
you'd have to reschedule.

Have a seat, dear.

We should talk.

You have anything
to say for yourself?

I am a grown woman, Oliver.

Please adjust your tone.

I thought we said
we wouldn't tell

the kids about
the arrangements.

No, you said that.

You lied?

You go behind my back?

Yes.

What else was I to do?

You were being stubborn,
and I don't have time to waste.

If you're referring to...

your health, we do have time.

You heard what the doctor said.
We still have the option-

For another round
of useless chemo.

I only did the last round
for your benefit,

and I can't go
through that again.

It's over.

I see you're just set
on making everything so morbid.

Because it is morbid.

It's the definition
of morbid.

I'm dying, Oliver.

I'll be lucky
if I make it to Tal's wedding.

[somber music plays]

Oliver.

Oliver.

Don't go.

Please.

Don't go.

I'm not gone yet.

That's the good news.

Just because it's nearing
the end doesn't mean

it has to be sad
the entire way.

I want to go knowing

my children won't be
in the dark forever.

Doesn't have to be now
if you're not ready.

But promise me
you'll tell them.

Before it's too late,
you will tell them the truth.

[attendant]
You sure you got the right lot?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I mean, I think so.

I gotta head back, bro.

Oh, just a few more minutes.
Come on, man.

You haven't had a cousin
steal some shit from you

and then end up
going to rehab?

[scoffs]

A few more minutes.
That's it, all right?

Hey, hey, hey, that's it.

Damn, Sally.

[attendant]
Find what you need?

I promise.

I do.

[somber music continues]

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