All language subtitles for Emperor of Ocean Park s01e10.eng

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

Any chance you've explored
any of your favorite

legal reference texts lately?

You really should brush up.

Just Alma--she's still alive?

Your dad had
big plans for you.

Like what?

Oh, that's not
for me to say.

[Mariah] Tal, what the fuck
is that quote?

Did you put a rap lyric
on our father's headstone?

This will not end until
you find the arrangement.

God! Fuck!

[Tal] Key in the box is better
than any idea I've had.

And getting the ID at the
bank could be a nice touch.

Where did Abby
wanna go to college?

UNC.

[Jack] I'm sure
they'll be appreciative

of the Abby Garland
Foundation.

I can't have that man
in and out of our house

for the rest of our lives.

He won't be.

I'm making some arrangements
to ensure our future.

Has Judge Garland
had any recent contact

with Jack Ziegler?

I saw Judge Garland
and Jack Ziegler

together at the courthouse.

Hand it over.

- Sorry.
- [gunshot]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

[Mariah] Tal?

Tal! Tal!

Tal!

[monitor beeping]

He's moving his eyes.

Tal?
Hey, Tal, can you hear me?

Come on, man.
Say something.

Hey, man, you okay?

Tal? Can you hear me?

Hey, Tal.

You okay?

[coughing]

Oh, everything hurts.

I'll go get the nurse.

What happened?

You went out
and got yourself shot.

You've been out
for almost two days.

And, uh, the
fake arrangements?

They were gone
by the time I got there.

McDermott?

Dead, for real this time.

[tense music playing]

Why would the judge put me
through all this shit?

Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't worry about that
right now, okay?

Just focus
on getting better.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music playing]

Welcome to the
White House, fellas.

The president wanted
to join,

but there was a whole
Fallujah thing this morning,

so you're stuck with just me.

We're always happy to see you.

Yes, indeed.

Flight was good?

Unremarkable--just the way
I prefer it.

Let's dispense with
the small talk, shall we?

Yes, please.

[chuckles]

It's going to be you, Judge.

The president will
nominate Oliver Garland

to fill the current vacancy
on the Supreme Court.

[laughter]

Congratulations.

[Mal laughing]

There he is.

How you feeling, man?

Ugh. I got shot,
so not great.

So dramatic.
He'll be fine.

So how much longer
are you in here for?

Another day or two, maybe.

God, I thought
I had it tough when I lost

everyone's Environmental Law
midterms last fall,

but I would say your bad
semester beats mine, Tal.

Yeah.

Theo, everything good?

Everyone,
can we have the room?

Okay.

Oh, uh, let me treat you ladies

to some bad coffee
in the cafeteria.

[groans]

What's up, Theo?

[suspenseful music playing]

So you put the black pawn
in my classroom?

Well, I planted
the white pawn, too,

but you never found it.

Where did you plant it?

In your office,
right next to your copy

of Black's Law Dictionary.

I have to know,
how did you miss it?

Were you teaching last semester
without referencing Black's?

My copy of Black's is
on my iPad.

Oh. [laughs]

Oh.

Man's ridiculous reliance

on technology strikes again.
[chuckles]

How did you get these?

Alma gave them to me.

She asked me to put them
where you would find them.

Just Alma?

She said it was essential
to carrying out

your father's final wishes.

It seemed to be
a harmless request.

♪ ♪

So it looks like after
this walking boot thing,

your only aftercare
is physical therapy.

What about my abdomen?

The doctor said it should
heal before your foot,

so I think you're
gonna be good.

A small price to pay
for all that street cred

- you earned by getting shot.
- [scoffs]

[Addison] You should probably
go ahead and drop

- a mixtape or something.
- [chuckles]

[Mariah] No, no.

Do you remember Tommy's wedding
when he tried to freestyle

- on the dance floor?
- [Tal] Oh, whoa, whoa.

Excuse me, I had bars.

♪ Bust through the door
Like Tommy No Pam ♪

♪ Green eggs, no ham ♪

[knocking]

Ah, we can't keep
meeting this way.

[tense music playing]

It seems that dead people keep
showing up in your vicinity,

Professor Garland.

Is that a question?

Why exactly were you
at the cemetery, sir?

I was visiting
my family's graves.

In the dead of night?

It had to be
pitch black out there.

The funny thing
about grief, Detective,

it doesn't respect
the clock.

I felt compelled to visit
my father's grave, so I did.

Except you weren't
found anywhere

near your father's grave.

- We checked.
- Uh, excuse you.

My brother is the victim here.

He was shot twice.

We're aware, sir.

Okay, so instead of trying
to stress test his story,

maybe you should be
out finding the person

that tried to murder him.

Who shot me?

The man called McDermott
or the person who killed him?

Neither.

I'm sorry. Neither?

We found three different
types of bullet casings

in the graveyard.

There was a third shooter
out there that night, Professor.

That's who we believe
shot you.

[soft piano music playing]

Supreme Court.

Couldn't be any prouder.

Appreciate it, Jack.

What's this?

Congratulatory token.

You didn't have to.

It was the least I could do.

Go ahead, open it.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[chuckles]

Smart to find
a private area

since, apparently,
I'm a war criminal now.

Wouldn't wanna be seen in
public with the likes of me.

The Defense Committee came
down very hard on you, Jack.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

They were upset
with themselves

and needed someone
to take it out on.

Not as if I was the one
who gave the president

a blank check
for the hostile takeover

of two sovereign nations.
[chuckles]

With my nomination

and the aforementioned
public scrutiny,

I thought that perhaps
it might be advisable

for us to end
our relationship.

You don't wanna be
my friend anymore, Oliver?

The Supreme Court,
it attracts more oversight,

more eyeballs, more chances
for us to get caught.

More oversight?
Where have you been?

They police themselves,
they don't even have

a cohesive ethics code.

I don't wanna be
a criminal anymore, Jack.

Well, unfortunately for you,

it's not a costume
you can take on and off.

You are what you are
already.

It was your choice,
not mine.

And if I just resign?

Decline the nomination and
leave the judiciary altogether?

I would never
let you do that.

♪ ♪

Everything all set
for the Golden Creek

Sullivan Janssen case?

He's counting on us.

What's good here?
[sighs]

Oh, steak frites.

I'm starving.

The Marc Hadley exposés are
dropping left and right.

And Anderson Cooper is
gonna dedicate

an entire segment to him.

I wonder what the White House
is waiting for.

They should announce me soon.

- Any word from Ruthy?
- Not yet.

Well, fingers crossed.

Uh, can I have my bag?

I know about
your run-in with Lionel.

I'd like the opportunity
to clear some things up.

If we could just talk,
I think we could--

My foot's starting to hurt.

Tal.

I'll swing by tomorrow,
see Bentley after school.

Of course.

Things are that bad
between y'all?

Yeah.
Yeah, they're that bad.

[grunts]

- [groans]
- Damn.

Now you've got no spleen
and no hoes.

- [laughs]
- Man, that's tough.

It'll be
just like high school,

except with fewer
internal organs.

I set up your room at
the Shepherd Street House

so that you can
convalesce in peace.

Many thanks.

Gotta get
over there anyway.

Finally start packing up
some of Dad's shit.

All right,
talk to y'all soon.

Be well.

So maybe we stop
at the bank first,

see if anyone tried to access
the safety deposit box?

Yeah, we should, but I need
to make a quick stop first.

[suspenseful music playing]

You must got questions.

Why did the judge ask you
to give these to me?

Said he wanted you to know
why he did the things he did.

It wasn't always
gonna be you.

It was supposed to be
your brother.

Addison?

Addison was busy
being Addison.

Judge didn't like that
he pushed back so much.

So it fell to me.

'Cause instead of pushing back,
I'll be pushed over.

You still pretending
like you weak

when you're the strongest
of 'em all.

You might not see it,
but the judge sure did.

Said he should have come
to you from the start.

[pensive music playing]

So what does the writing
on the bottom of the pawns

even mean?

Might be a combination
to a lock.

Phone number?

Nah.

There's three on each,
six digits only.

Could be a date, then.

Two numbers for the month, two
for the day, two for the year.

103 and 083.

10-30-83.

I was a newborn.

How's that date supposed
to mean anything to me?

You got it backwards.

You're supposed to get
the white pawn first.

08-31-03.

August 31, 2003.

That's the day Abby died.

[groaning]

[suspenseful music playing]

Like, what the fuck, man?

Like, the day of Abby's
death on the pawns?

But how does that
even make any sense?

I don't get it, either.

[Stephanie] Thank you
for waiting, Mrs. Denton.

And who do we have
joining us today?

Oh, this is my brother, Tal.

Um, I had a question about

the safety deposit box
that I set up.

Oh, would you like me
to accompany you to the vault?

No, no.
I was just wondering

if anyone else tried
to access it.

We don't do a ton of business
in the safety deposit box

category anymore.

Well, there was somebody who
came in a couple of days ago,

asking a lot of questions
about safety deposit boxes.

Not yours specifically,
but I thought at first

maybe they just wanted
to rent one, but it seems like

they were gathering
general info.

It was odd.

Did you ID them?

We only ask for ID if they
ask for access to a box.

We never got that far.

Can we see
the security footage?

I can't do that without
a law enforcement warrant.

It's against bank policy.

What did they look like?

Hmm, older gentlemen,
white, 70s.

[phone rings]

Oh, excuse me.

Does that sound like anybody
that we know to you?

Somebody who might have interest
in the arrangements?

You don't think?

I think it's Uncle Jack.

♪ ♪

Jack's not gonna
back down, is he?

There has to be
another way.

Oliver.

I got a backup plan, remember?

I don't know.

It could cost us everything.

Yes.

Most certainly will.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

Abigail Garland
Memorial Fund?

♪ ♪

[door closing]

Tal?

I need to see Uncle Jack.

I'd appreciate it if you got
that gun out of my face.

I don't think you know
how to use it, Professor.

I know he was
at the graveyard,

and I know he tried to get
the arrangements from the bank.

And I know he was
the one that shot me.

Or maybe it was you
at his request.

If I shot you, we wouldn't be
having this conversation.

You want answers, get in.

But, uh, that gun
won't be necessary.

Trust me.

♪ ♪

What the hell is this?

Room 524.

[groans]

Uncle Jack?

Soon to be worm food
Uncle Jack, as you can see.

What happened?

Life.

What brings you?

I thought you were the one
who tried to kill me.

[Jack scoffs]

Shootout at the
graveyard, McDermott.

I don't plan on
spending my last days

trying to figure out
all the nonsense

your father left behind.

I only ever wanted to protect
you and your siblings.

That's the reason I was
after the arrangements.

That's the only reason?

Having the arrangements
doesn't benefit you?

I suppose two things
can be true at once.

Why did the judge saddle me
with this arrangement shit?

Because he was weak.

Your father wasn't
the moral giant

or principled man
he tried to portray himself as.

He was prideful
and angry, scared.

[sighs]

Had he been brave enough
to hold himself accountable,

he wouldn't have had
to foist his problems onto you.

Didn't you have something to do
with all his problems?

Your father was my friend.

Everything that
happened between us

was the result of something
I warned him about.

He knew what he was getting
into every step of the way.

He still chose to proceed.

I know the judge wanted me
to get the arrangements

and do something, but what?

Destroy them.

It's the only way
you'll ever be safe.

Yeah, but why?
What are they?

A record
of all the things

Oliver and I did together.

Including the hit-and-run
killings of Abby's murderers?

But how do the arrangements
lead back to Abby?

My boy, everything
leads back to Abby.

All of it.

It was always about her.

Okay, so you got
the scholarship in 2005?

[person speaking indistinctly]

And 2007?

Okay, and that cost,
what, 40,000?

50,000?

I just--I didn't
realize that my sister's

foundation was
so well-funded.

There were many
recipients every year.

Sorry, wait till
I hear about what?

A new wing
on the law library?

[scoffs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opening]

[footsteps approaching]

What you doing, Dad?

I don't know.

Just reminiscing, I guess.

Check it out.
Hot off the press.

"Is this the new face
of American conservatism?"

Abby would have
hated this. Oh.

I think she would have been
proud of you, of your legacy.

It's pretty impressive.

This has nothing
to do with my legacy.

You and your siblings,
our family,

that's my legacy.

The world can think of me
what they will.

I don't give a damn
about this or anything else.

Well, sorry.

I thought you would
like to see it.

It'll be a nice
reminder to always

keep things in perspective.
[chuckles]

[somber music playing]

I love you, boy.

Uh, love you too, Dad.

Always tell the truth,
no matter the price.

Don't you worry about
legacy or reputation.

Worry about honor,
duty, and justice,

like I taught you.

You hear me?

Yeah. Yeah, Dad,
I hear you.

I know you did.

We have a third dinner guest?

Yes.

It was always about Abby.

What does that even mean?

Hi, Uncle Tal.

Hey, sweetie.
What's going on?

It's John Edwards.

He'll need his own table
setting, thank you very much.

Who is that?

Your Auntie Abby.

She died a long time ago.

That's the date
of her accident.

August 31, 2003.

A teddy bear!

What's its name?

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my God.

[Mal] And--and you think
Abby's foundation

funded construction projects

at the University
of North Carolina?

No, I don't think
they did, Uncle Mal.

I know they did.

I spoke to someone
in the law office.

There was also apparently
an endowed professorship?

Well, this doesn't make
a lick of sense.

I was involved
with the foundation.

I mean, I knew
he started one, of course,

but the judge preferred
to run it himself.

Where did he get
all of this money?

Was he soliciting donations
or holding fundraisers?

Not that I know of.

Said he had
an anonymous donor.

Huh.

What?

Oh, it's just--
[sighs]

It's just what, sweetheart?

Single anonymous donor?

Large sums of potentially
untraceable cash?

Sounds like...
[sucks teeth]

...money laundering?

[dial tone humming]

[touch tones dialing]

[line trills]

- [Jack] Hello?
- [slurring] Jack. Jack.

I need you.

Are you calling
from a courthouse phone?

You shouldn't be.

[Oliver]
I can't do this anymore.

Have you been drinking?

I've been thinking
of how this should end.

Or perhaps
I should just--

I should just
do it myself.

Do what yourself?

I need you to hang up
right now and call Claire.

Tell her to come get you.

She said
if I ever drink again--

I don't know.

Can you come?

I can't meet you
at a federal courthouse.

[sighs] We can't even
be seen together,

not until these indictments
and subpoenas clear up.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Is there any way I can get
to you without being seen?

It's late.

There's barely
anybody here.

Just sign in with an alias
and use the back elevator.

I'll meet you
on the third floor.

All right.
Don't do anything drastic.

Okay?

Thank you.

[breathes deeply]

[tense music playing]

[exhales, sniffs]

Hmm.

[elevator dings]

- Jack.
- [Jack sighs]

Jack, I can't
do this anymore.

- All right.
- Just help me relax.

- I know. I know. Just--
- Help me relax.

All right.

I knew this would happen.
God damn it.

It's all right.
It's all right. Come on.

[foreboding music playing]

[Mariah] Oh, good.
I wanted to talk to you.

I think the judge was
using Abby's foundation

to launder money.

What?

There were quarterly
six-figure donations

being made
from 2003 to 2007.

That's weird, agreed,
but money laundering

to what end, exactly?

I'm gonna go to
Greg Haramoto's office.

Maybe he remembers
something from that time,

something that would
explain these payments.

Are you going somewhere?

I need to borrow
your private jet.

Uh, not without telling me
where you're going and why.

It's about the arrangements,
the real arrangements.

You found them?

They're in Martha's Vineyard.

How do you know?

- I went to see Uncle Jack.
- You what?

He says he wasn't
involved in the shootout.

And you believed him?

He was on his deathbed,

but he helped me
put it all together.

So the third shooter
is out there,

unidentified
and unaccounted for.

You shouldn't be
leaving the house.

That's why I need the jet.

I can be there and back
before anyone knows I'm gone.

Maybe, just maybe,

we just let this
whole thing fizzle out.

Except it won't
fizzle out.

You know that.

Look, I-I have to put
an end to this myself.

As soon as I get
the arrangements in my hand,

this will all be over.

[knocking]

[sighs] Sir,
you have a visitor.

She's very persistent.

[tense music playing]

Call my four o'clock.

Tell them we'll have
to reschedule.

To what do I owe
the pleasure?

Was my dad using Abby's
foundation to hide cash?

What?

He was receiving large
quarterly payments

he didn't want anyone
to know about.

Could he have been accepting
bribes for rulings?

[scoffs] I worked
for your dad for years,

and I never saw
any evidence that he--

What?

It's just those last few years
after your sister died,

Judge Garland did issue
some erratic rulings.

And I suppose,
if he was being paid,

that might explain his
inconsistent behavior.

You got time to take a closer
look at some of those cases?

Kinda early
for happy hour.

I talked to Ruthy.

I'm not gonna get
the nomination.

Oh, shit. Really?

I thought it was
between Marc and me,

but apparently,
there was some judge in Boston

who was ahead of both of us.

Didn't matter how bad
Marc fucked up.

What are you doing here?

Uh, sister let me in.

Well, if you're here
to talk about us,

do you mind
if I take a rain check?

It's been a long day.

I actually came through
to say goodbye to Bentley.

Gotta make a quick run
to the Vineyard House.

Bentley, Daddy's here.

What's in Martha's Vineyard?

Unfinished business.

Hey, buddy.

I gotta go out of town
for a quick trip.

I might be gone for a bit.

I don't wanna go,
but sometimes,

when you're a daddy,
you have to make sacrifices.

All right.

Is everything okay, Tal?

I'll be back soon, hopefully.

Then we can talk
about us.

[suspenseful music playing]

Don't forget about
the panic button.

What?

The security system
we had installed

at the Vineyard House
after the break-in.

There's a panic button.

Just in case.

♪ ♪

So, pre-Abby,
his cases were--

Ideologically aligned.

Typical, conservative-leaning,
pro-competition.

And after...

Erratic.

You think Jack Ziegler
was involved.

[scoffs]
I know that fucker was.

This was one
of his golf buddies.

This one, Jack worked with
in the CIA.

And that water rights case,

Ziegler was at the company's
gala after your father

ruled in their favor.

He sat at the same table
as the CEO.

Ziegler was securing court
rulings for his buddies.

And the judge was
helping him.

Judge Alvarez, how do you
intend to rule in the matter

of Casino Workers United
versus Golden Creek Resorts?

I rule in favor of the
plaintiff and deny the appeal.

Judge Wainwright?

I rule in favor
of the defendant's appeal.

And Judge Garland?

Judge Garland,
how do you rule?

[tense music playing]

In favor of the plaintiff.

And I uphold the ruling
as well.

You know, after you testified,
I hated you.

I'm very loyal
to a fault, clearly.

I thought you were
disloyal to my dad.

But he didn't
deserve loyalty.

You gave him
what he deserved.

I don't know.

I still look back
at that time and wonder

if I did the right thing.

Deep down,

I still believe
he was a good man.

Yeah, if he's such a good man,
then why did he do this?

[sighs]

He was only
one vote, though.

Pardon?

Well, for Ziegler's
plan to work,

he would have needed
more than one judge, right?

We should look at who was
voting in step with the judge.

[groans]

[sighs]

Shit.

[button beeps]

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[sighing]

[knocking]

So, off to greener pastures
and higher courts, huh?

That's what they tell me.

You intend for
Casino Workers United

versus Golden Creek Resorts

to be your last case
here at the 7th?

Yes.

Oliver, it's impolite
to fuck everything up

on your way out the door.

It's very childish.

Excuse me?

It's one thing
to be petulant,

but it's another thing
to intentionally

create a dangerous situation.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Wallace.

Don't you?

Either you're trying
to provoke Jack Ziegler

or get out
from under his thumb.

What do you know about me
and Jack Ziegler?

Everything, of course.

[tense music playing]

Lorraine Navarro-Mills?

Sat with the judge
only a handful of times,

never ruled with him.

Elliot Townsend?

No discernible change
before or after 2003.

Henry Forsyth?

Doubt it's him.

Forsyth was disdainful
of conservatism and originalism.

Let me double check, though.

Look up Wainwright's
case records.

- I'll be done in four seconds--
- Now, please.

It looks like after '03,

he was on the bench with
your father more frequently.

And they often
voted together on rulings

they would normally be
on opposing sides of.

Oh, my God, I'm so dumb.

[laughs] It was
fucking Wainwright.

That's why he was so interested
in the arrangements.

The arrangements?

[Wainwright]
There was a girl.

There were a few girls,
if I'm being honest.

They were creating
problems for me.

Ziegler made them go away.

So you were working
for him, too.

You never wondered
why we were assigned

to so many cases together?

Why a liberal like myself
and a conservative like you

came to the same
conclusion so often?

I want out, too, but if
you leave, it's all on me.

Stay the course, Oliver.

Don't rock the boat.
We bide our time.

We can bring Ziegler down
and free ourselves together.

I already have a plan.

I'm sorry.
It doesn't include you.

[bangs desk]

I think we should
pressure test this theory.

It's not a theory.
It's Wainwright. Trust me.

We need to be sure before
calling the authorities

and making accusations.

I'm not calling
the authorities.

I'm calling my brother.

[sighs] Idiot.

♪ ♪

[Wainwright]
Talcott?

Is that what
I think it is?

Justice Wainwright?

What's in the bear, Tal?

How did you know
where I was?

Travel manifest
for private jets

is a matter
of public record.

I've been tracking
your sister's plane

for quite some time now.

In the graveyard...
it was you?

I only ever wanted
your father's arrangements.

You're gonna kill me?

All right, I take
no pleasure in this.

Oh, one last thing, though.

[laughing] I must know,
who in the world

is Lisa's boyfriend?

My sister named the bear
after John Edwards

as a joke
to piss off my dad.

John Edwards had an affair
with Rielle Hunter.

Rielle Hunter's real name
is Lisa Druck.

So the teddy bear
is Lisa's boyfriend?

[chuckles]

Your dad was very clever,
wasn't he?

[laughs]

[gunshots]

[panting]

[gunshot]

Let's not make this

any harder
than it needs to be.

Come on out.

[groans]

Give me the bear, Tal.

It's done.

I--I don't have it.

It's still in Abby's room.

No, no, no.

No! What have you done?

It's not worth it!

None of this is
worth it, Wainwright!

♪ ♪

[smoke alarm beeping]

Shit.

Oh, God, no.

[gasping]

[screaming]

[coughing]

[screaming]

[coughing]

[chairman] The chair now
recognizes Senator Edelman

of New Jersey for five minutes.

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.

[Edelman]
Friendship?

Has your friend,
Jack Ziegler,

visited you at the courthouse
where you work?

Are the visitor logs provided
to this committee correct?

[Oliver]
Yes.

I've seen Jack Ziegler
at the courthouse.

[murmuring]

Son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

Congratulations on
sinking your nomination.

Forging my signature
in the visitor logs,

it's a nice touch.

Well, there'll still be
plenty of opportunities

for us to continue our business
on the lower court.

[chuckling]

What's that?

It's a copy of
the arrangements I've made.

Arrangements?

A sort of
insurance policy.

Evidence and proof
of everything illicit

that we've done together.

Since college?

Quite a long list.

Since Abby.

It's a roadmap
to conservatively

a few hundred
indictments.

Every legal action,
every relevant name,

you, Wainwright,
McDermott.

It's all in there.

What about you?

Did you incriminate yourself,

or will you remain an
unidentified co-conspirator?

My name is
all over it.

I don't deserve
to be spared.

This isn't about
escaping accountability.

This is about justice.

It's about mutually assured
self-destruction.

We all go down.

I've hidden a copy
with all the same information.

And when I die,

the arrangements
pass on to my family,

ensuring
their safety... forever.

You will never control
a Garland again.

"Control"?

This was never about
control, Oliver.

Is that what you think
my goal was?

You came to me.

We're friends.

We're still friends.

I'm keeping
the cuff links.

I'll see myself out.

♪ ♪

Oh.

I didn't even
hear you come in.

Hi.

I've really missed you, Tal.

I'm glad
we can finally talk.

Can I pour you
a glass of wine?

Did you love him?

He says you two
were in love.

Okay.

We're doing this now?

I thought maybe
we'd have salad first.

Did you?

Nothing matters to me
more than you and Bentley.

Career, status,
money, other men--

it's all meaningless.

Seeing you unconscious
in that hospital bed

made me realize
what's important in life.

Yeah.

I saw what's important too.

You've been through a lot.

We have been through a lot.

[sighs] Why don't
you have a seat

and we can
talk this through?

Just relax.

Mm.

I'm relaxed.

And I'm not prepared
to waste another second

enduring your bullshit.

That's not fair.

Isn't it?

So is this a breakup?

Divorce?

I need space.

"Space"?!

I have given you
nothing but space!

You're staying
with your sister!

I think I should
get my own place.

Okay, so this is
a breakup.

I'll come by
and see Bentley tomorrow.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[Mariah] You don't know
what you're doing.

[Tal] You're gonna break it.

[Addison]
I know what I'm doing.

What more do I need to know

to flip an on/off switch,
Mariah?

Come on.

I'm gonna change
the propane tank.

- Do you know how to do that?
- [Mariah] Addison...

[Addison]
Do I know how to do what?

I am not dying in an explosion

because you're overestimating
your handyman abilities.

[Addison]
I know what I'm doing, okay--

thank you!

You didn't do anything.

No, you didn't
do anything.

[indistinct chatter]

Dad, everything all right?

Now it is, finally.

[soft music playing]

I've been thinking
a lot about why the judge

put me through
all this shit.

[Mariah] Come to
any conclusions?

He knew I was the only one
that would have the courage

to make
the arrangements public.

Public?

[scoffs]
Are you kidding?

Why would the judge want
the arrangements to be public?

Criminals usually
try to destroy

evidence of their crimes.

The judge wasn't
like most criminals.

He wanted everyone involved
to pay, to face justice.

Yeah, at the expense
of his own reputation?

I think reputation
mattered less to him

- than his principles.
- [laughs]

Be fucking for real, man.

The judge did not give a shit
about his principles.

He had two people
murdered, Tal.

He wasn't some mythical figure
that fell from grace.

He was just a guy,
a flawed guy.

He was just a parent,
a flawed parent.

That's a pretty big
understatement.

We need to consider
something else, though.

- What?
- The judge...

is not around
to face public scrutiny.

This will be
global news, Tal.

Me, you, Addison--

that's who would
face backlash.

Are you willing
to destroy your life,

our children's lives,

for the judge's
abstract principles?

So what do we do?

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

[singer] ♪ The block is hot
All summer ♪

♪ It just a product
Of the gutter ♪

♪ Most our homeys
Six feet under ♪

♪ It's just a product
Of the gutter ♪

♪ The gutter ♪

♪ Damn, I had to... ♪

Tal.
I have a reservation for two.

Okay.
What is this for again?

I told you,
it's a new assignment

that I could use
your legal expertise on.

No ring?

It's, uh, complicated.

[suspenseful music playing]

Maxine,
where did you get this?

You know what?

I shouldn't have
sprung this on you.

Give it back.

We'll pretend like
you never saw it.

[laughs]

And that is
the supply closet

next to the shitty
coffee machine

that only Charlie ever uses.

And that is where
the color copier is.

And that is

Project Profundum
in a nutshell.

Nonprofit investigative
journalism at its finest.

Um, okay.

Any questions?

Uh, I'm sure I'll have some
more once I get settled in.

All right, well,
you know where to find me.

It's probably a little smaller
than what they've got

at the Tribune, but at least
someone sent you flowers.

Thank you.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

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