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Fatal Attraction...

- You should stay.
- I didn't think that this
is what we were doing.

I'm sorry.
I can't let you pretend

like I don't exist.

And I'm not going to be
ignored, Dan.

Why is she throwing acid
on your car?

I thought I had this handled,
then she shows up

in my fucking home.

Hi.
I don't know what
you think you're doing,

- but it's going to stop.
- It's not going to st--
Why would it stop?

I received an unofficial
complaint about Alex.

Gabriel Ibarra. He had

rejected her.
She had backed off,

but only sort of.

Earl's been working it
for six months,

- and it's definitely a pattern.
- Against women.

A pattern against women.

Patterns are historically
Major Crimes Bureau.

Because, "historically,"

the Crimes Against Women Bureau
didn't exist.

Gas and electric will be here.
When they leave,

you need to close the gate
and lock it.

Then you may take Quincy out.

The gate was closed.

I just don't understand why
your mom would close the gate

if she didn't know
where Quincy was.

She was here.

Let's wrap it up.

Ah. Stay.

Quincy, come.

Oh... Oh.

Who closed the gate?

- Uh...
- Oh,

thank Christ. Holy shit.

If you hadn't,
that would've been it for me.

It's the whole reason I'm here.

And that dog
would've been gone forever,

and my daughter would've
stuffed me down a storm drain.

Thank God for you. Wow.

No, thank God,
thank God I saw him.

I was just going to my house.

The... blue colonial
with the-the porch.

Huh.

Uh, and I just, he was suddenly

running towards me, and-and

people drive so quickly
on this street.

I'm-I'm just...
I'm glad I caught him.

- I'm glad I didn't overstep.
- Oh, can I

make you a...

coffee of gratitude?

Um, or-or do you have to go?

Uh...

No, I-I could use
a-a gratitude coffee.

Great. Or maybe something
a little stronger.

Or is that just me?

No. No, it's not just you.

Okay.

Your daughter's
a contractor, right?

She-she has a business?

With her best friend
from grad school, yeah.

Sh-She's at work right now?

No, actually, she and my husband

went down to the antique mall
in Sherman Oaks.

Oh.

- Do you have any other children?
- No, just Bethie.

When I got married,

my mother told me she hoped

I wasn't planning
to have children

because she was worried I
wouldn't do well with maternity.

Really? How old were you?

I was just 20.

You know, I hadn't really
thought about it, but

then your mother tells you
you'd be a terrible mother,

so, you know,
you take that on board.

So, I told my husband

I don't want kids,
and he says, "Okay."

But then, a few years went by,

and, one day,
Warren came home, and I said,

"What if we had a baby?

What if, you know,
my mom was wrong about me?"

And he just laughed.

He laughed and laughed.

But was...

Was she wrong?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe not about how terrible
a mother I was, but

wrong about how much

I was gonna love Bethie.

- That's nice.
- Yeah.

She and her father
are best friends.

They're like the same person.

I sometimes wonder,
if I just disappeared,

how long it would
take them to notice

I was gone.

You know,
Bethie designed this house.

I mean, it's

beautiful.
It's objectively beautiful.

But all these bells
and whistles now,

I-I just have to laugh.

I mean, the-the dimmer switches

and the butler pantry...

...water features.
They have this motorized

pool cover.

All they ever do is argue about

whose turn it is to close it.

- Whose turn is it?
- Who knows?

It's a tale as old as time.

We should close it

and let them each think
the other one did it.

Gift of the Magi.

Come with me. I never can figure
out how to work these things.

I might need your wise counsel.

Oh, for the love of God,

can you believe this? Look.

All you have to do

is literally
hold this button down.

I mean...

Oh, shit, I forgot that floatie.

I probably need to get that
out of there, don't I?

It's gonna make a big lump?

I'll get it.

You know what? I should make us
some stuffed mushrooms.

Oh, my God. They're just
those frozen ones, you know?

From, uh, from whatsit?

But, oh, they're amazing.

Have you ever had them?

Oh, that was really silly.

Ugh. Oh.

Could you...

Can you give me a hand?
I...

I'm not the best swimmer.

Please!

Can you...
Can you hurry?

Ugh. Wait. What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Quincy. Here you go, buddy.
You're free.

I slept with somebody else. Someone...

- Uh...
- The one with the curly hair.

It's over now.

- It's done.
- It's over?

- It was a relationship?
- No.

- Just a fuck?
- No. That's not what I was

- trying to...
- More to it than fucking.

I was trying to say that
it happened more than once.

- That you fucked?
- Beth.

Please, can you just
let me get this out?

So, I have to hear it and you
get to decide how to tell me?

Beth...

You fucked someone else
more than once,

- and now, it's over?
- Yes.

I am so sorry.

Why tonight?

Why did I have to
be told tonight?

Is it like a strategy?
Pile it all on,

see how she reacts?

Was there really an emergency
at the jail that time?

Why'd you have the cleaners
come ahead of schedule?

That was not...

That-that was...
Quincy actually got sick.

That was not anything
to do with...

How many times
is "more than once"?

Four times.

Ever in our house?

- No. No, Beth.
-"No, Beth.

No, I would never
do that to you."

- When did it start?
- When you were away

on the camping trip.

You guys go to her place?

Yes.

And one time in the office.

Does everyone there know?

Does Mike know? Of course
your fucking fixer knows.

You brought Quincy to her place?

Yes.

Wow.

- How did you know that?
- Quincy's mine.

You gave me Quincy
for Christmas.

Beth. Beth.

Beth, I think
she was in our house.

- What?
- I think that she was here.

I don't know why she came.

If it was to break something
or to steal something, but

she is not a stable person.

Right now, she is very angry

that things did not turn out
the way that she wanted them to.

And what?

And I'm wondering
if maybe your mother

surprised her,

- maybe confronted her.
- What?

I mean, are you... I...

Do you hear yourself?

I know how it sounds,

but for our safety,

all of our safety,

we have to behave as though

that's what happened
until we know that it didn't.

'Cause this woman
is so obsessed with you

she killed your mother-in-law,

- that's what you think?
- I think it's possible.

Yes.

So...

I think this is probably it
for us, Dan.

Do you realize that?

I mean, I can't
take all this in.

I think we're probably
already done.

So, when my dad goes back
to his house in the morning,

Ellen and I will go with him,
and we'll help him.

And stay there.

Don't come upstairs, okay?

- Beth, can you just
hold on a sec...
- No.

You want

me to be by myself right now.

Trust me.

And how did she react?

She didn't. She wanted to know
if you knew that I was talking

to her, and if Beth knew.

- Like a threat?
- No, didn't seem like it.

She said she felt like
Beth already did.

Fuck.

What the fuck
does that even mean?

I...

She does know.

Beth. I told her.

Good for you, Danny. Yeah.

Oh, Christ. Mikey,

- was she in my goddamn house?
- I don't know.

Which means yes.

- Right?
- Yeah, probably yes.

Probably yes.

- Just...
- Fuck.

But did you tell Beth
about any of this?

Yes. I told her I was worried
it was a possibility.

And?

And she doesn't want
to hear it, Mike.

She doesn't want me to say it.

She doesn't want me
to repeat it.

We got to do something now,
right? I mean, we have to.

- We got to do something.
- Yeah, but first

we got to think about what
that something is going to be.

Even if all this with Sophie
is unrelated,

we still got to think about it.

I mean, she's definitely
thinking about it.

Fuck. I got to get
a handle on her.

I have not figured her out yet.

Well, what if you don't?

We could always kill her.

Come on. Just, look,
we'll come up with something.

Just for right now,
stay out of her way.

Christ.

Where's Ellen?

- Should she be here?
- She should.

You act like she listens to me.

Ellen is, uh, watching Stardust.

Okay. I brought beads.

What do we think?

I think she would be
totally into beads.

Is Warren asleep?

In the unconscious sense, yes.

I also brought
a Narnia coloring book

and a bath bomb
that has a necklace in it.

- See you chumps in a few hours.
- Okay.

I'll be right here. Okay.

An actual fairy godmother.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

I know, hon.

Your mom, she was
a complicated woman,

but I know she really
loved you a lot.

It's Dan.

What about him?

He told me he was with
someone else.

- What?
- A woman

who works in his building.

He said it was just a few times,

it's over, it ended badly.

Do you believe him?

But he thinks that

she came...

to break in,

steal things.

That she didn't think
anyone was home,

and that my mom...

- surprised her or caught her
and surprised her.
- Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

What are you,
what are you saying?

Is there any evidence? Is she...

Is he having her arrested?

I mean...
he's a fucking prosecutor.

Would he believe him?

Look, I-I'm sorry.
Sorry, this isn't helping.

So, what-what can I do?

Don't tell anyone.

- Especially...
- Oh...

- Look, I'm...
- I don't want her

to have anything else
in her head.

I know, but Julia wouldn't
want you to, you know, decide

she's not strong enough
to be your friend

- when you need her most.
- I can't be strong

if I think that
she's dealing with this

on top of everything else.

Just you.

'Cause you're the dummy who said
to say the terrible things

out loud.

Okay, so-so-so that's what
you don't want me to do.

What can I do, though?

Hmm?

Nothing.

What could you do?

Make it so it didn't happen?

You can't do anything.

- Hey, skater buddy Ellen.
- Hey.

Stella. I would've reached out
to you before,

- but I didn't get your number.
- Oh, yeah.

Thought I would
run into you before now.

Did you see
the sign-up for Sky Zone?

Um, yeah. You know, I did,
but I just... trampolines are

- not my...
- Fucking amazing,
I know.

Oh, that's not what
you were gonna say.

What, you don't
like trampolines?

Why? Fear of what? Freedom?

- Flying? Awesomeness?
- Uh, wetting my pants in public.

Oh, so wear
an Always Ultra Thin.

Okay. (laughs) Um...

I can take a hint.

Even if I like to make it
seem like I can't.

Give me your number, though,

for stuff besides
tramping. Cool?

- Yeah.
- Here.

Uh...

Thank you. Okay.

- Ellen what again?
- Uh, T-O-M-

L-I-N-S-O-N.

Oh, right, Ellen Tomlinson.

Got you now.

Fuck.

Dumbass.

Jesus

- fucking Christ.
- Sorry.

Hi.

You took my keys.

I just wanted to tell you
that I spoke to Mike.

Give me the keys, Alex.

Of course.

At first, I was,
I was a bit upset.

I just, I didn't get why

you couldn't come
speak to me yourself.

But I get it now.

So, don't worry.

I understand.

You hungry, Dad?
You want something now, or...

I want, uh...

I want to figure it out
for myself and-and

you go home.

What?

I just told Ellen
to take a bath.

I'll put it off forever.

I need you to not let me.

Dad, we've barely...

It's all right for you
to not be okay yet. It is.

I'm never going to be okay.

It's the longer I put off

being here by myself, I j...

Help me, Danny.

Try it out for one night.

If you want them
to come back tomorrow,

they will.

Right?

Yeah, that's it.

What I want.

Okay.

You got it.

But we're leaving
our stuff here.

I couldn't let them leave me

if I didn't know they had you.

I need you to take Ellen.
Take her with you in the car.

Okay. Where are you going?

The house on Satsuma
is a shit show.

I've been leaving Arthur
to deal with all of it.

Just distract her. I'll be back.

Don't say anything about us.

Of course.

I wouldn't.

Hey, Maureen.

I'm so
sorry to bother you today.

Don't worry about it. What's up?

The boss wants to see you
upstairs first thing tomorrow.

Do we know what about?

We don't. Sorry.

Okay. Thanks for the heads-up.

Of course. Take care.

Hey, boss. What's up?

I need to talk to you
about a letter I received.

Okay. What letter, from whom?

Didn't say.

But whoever it is, oh,

- they're accusing you.
- What?

It came directly to me,
and as far as I know,

only to me.

An actual letter, not an email?

Yes. On paper.
It's not vague.

- It's very specific.
- Well, what does--

Actually, forget I asked that.
I know you can't tell me.

- It's with HR now?
- I haven't involved them yet.

You know, you're pretty
important to this office.

Too important, probably.

And when I think about
the kind of shit show

we would immediately be
involved in if...

- Jesus, Marcella...
- Not even to mention

how hard it would be for me
to believe that you would

behave the way that letter is
saying that you did.

Whatever the letter is saying,
I didn't do it.

I'm still looking into it.

I'm keeping the circle
as small as possible.

- Which means what?
- I'm giving it

to Jeannette Ruiz.

- What would you
like me to say to that?
- She's fair, Dan.

She's fucking scrupulous,
in fact. You disagree?

Good, because you can't.

She's also discreet.
And you're not friends.

- No, we are not friends.
- Which is good.

I'm not friends with her either,
I mean, I need my friends

to have a sense of humor.

But I need my people to

do the right thing,
and she will.

You know, I need for you to
take some time off.

Aw, come on, Marc--
How is that gonna look?

I have a ton of shit
in process right now.

What am I gonna say
is the reason?

Well, in light of recent
tragic family events...

No one's going to ask.

You gonna make Frank
charge my robbery or what?

I haven't read
the transcript yet.

Which means no.

You leaving for the day?

Shit, it's kind of early
to be done, huh?

- None of your business, Earl.
- Right.

Because I never ask questions
that aren't my business.

Basically, it's my whole job,
if you think about it.

My wife's mother died
a few days ago,

so there's a lot going on
at home, a lot to take care of.

- Is that all right?
- Yeah. Listen,

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

Still though, you're head
of Major Crimes Bureau.

It's not even 10:00
in the morning.

Where the hell are you going?

You know what?
Fuck you for ambushing me.

And fuck you for thinking
you know what my job is.

You think it's a bunch of
ass kissing

and handing out favors when
what it really is

is catching bullshit cases
from bullshit detectives

and trying to make something
out of them,

which I can do
from fucking home.

Hey. My deepest condolences.

It's not a bad idea.

Yeah, well,
it's not a good idea.

Guy's at work
in the middle of the day,

public-facing job.

And suddenly here's you,

even if he knows you got parole.

Well, yeah, that's the point.

Surprise him so we get
an uncalibrated reaction.

Oh, you're gonna surprise him,
showing up saying

he should be a suspect
in the murder

you went to prison for.

You might get an uncalibrated
punch in the mouth.

I'm not gonna accuse
the man of anything.

I just want him to confirm
that he's the one

that made the unofficial
complaint to Conchita

so I can put it
in the application.

Tomato-tomato, Danny.

But it can't be today,
or tomorrow, anyway.

No, I'm in Pomona on a case.
I need to pay my bills.

So you're gonna have to wait
to get punched

- until I'm done.
- Hold on one second.

- Hey there, how's it going?
- Good, thank you.

Good. Uh, this is awkward,

but I need you to
go down to Central Court today

to file some papers.

Not awkward at all.
Happy to do it.

Okay. Just the idea

that I would ever be asking you

- to go and...
- Jorge.

I appreciate that,
but it's fine.

Great.

- So, could you do it soon?
- Absolutely.

Stop by Suzanne, she's got
everything you need.

Will do.

Still there?
Yeah.

Looks like I'm gonna go see

Gabriel without you today.

Like you weren't
going to anyway.

Holy shit.

Benny. Gabriel.

How you guys doing?

Dan Gallagher.

Goddamn, this is crazy.

How long you been out?

Not long.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Judge Curtis in conference now,

so sorry, no time for a break.

All right.
Can we talk, though?

Look, I'm-I'm writing up

- a new trial application.
- Okay.

For who? For you?

Yeah, yeah.

And I found out that you filed
a grievance

against Alex Forrest
before she died,

and obviously,
if I would have known that,

I would have brought it up
at my trial.

Well, if you know, you know
it was unofficial, right?

It wasn't formal.

But it was important enough
to involve your union rep.

That's right, because
that's what they're there for.

They said get it on record,
get insurance,

don't get fired off this woman
who can't take a hint.

And you did exactly
the right thing.

And thank you for being
so forthcoming.

Um, look, I'm sorry.

I didn't have time to
write up an affidavit

before I got here, but now that
we've had a chance to talk,

- maybe I can go draft one
and bring it back.
- Whoa.

Why? I'm not signing shit
for you, dude.

I did 15 years for
a crime I didn't commit.

I'm just asking for your help.

You want to hand my ass over
to a judge to rule on?

Why would I let you do that?

Hey, you don't matter
in this building anymore,

you entitled motherfucker.

You want my help?

Subpoena it.

And you thought
he used to be cranky.

Anyway,
it's good to see you, man.

Is it?

Yeah.

Why wouldn't it be?

I never thought
you killed anybody,

and even if you did,
you still wouldn't be

the worst person I've ever met.

- But you don't?
- No.

Not even with all the rumors.

Can I buy you lunch?

I could eat.

On Fairfax, the Irish bar,
live music type place.

Uh, you and some brunette that
they thought was a witness

in that death penalty case.

You know, the one
with the ranch hands

who killed the guy's ex-wife.

I've never been to a live

Irish music place in my life.

Well, I'm just saying
what was said.

And that you got a fuck pad
in Burbank.

- Wow.
- A condo, or something
like that.

That you were always
asking people

- to go with you there
after work.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- What people?

I mean, never whoever
was saying anything

would ever say, but...

Holy shit. Well...

- Is there anything else?
- No.

Well, yes.

It's that hot chick in Records.

She drove around in a Porsche,
and for some reason,

people were saying that you
bought it for her,

or leased it,
or whatever it was.

Obviously, it was all bullshit.

Yeah, Benny, I know.

I'm aware I didn't have
a fuck pad in Burbank.

She had a thing
for Gabe, though.

Alex Forrest.

He was always handing me off
all these awesome donuts

that she'd bring for him.

Never said anything, though.
Not till after.

Hmm.

And what about her?

Can I get you another one? Good?

- You ever hear any rumors
about her?
- No.

But I did see her
on the fifth floor once.

By the good vending machines.

With the spicy trail mix.

She was arguing with this guy.

You know who it was?
Or you never knew?

No, I've seen him around.

I think he was in Legal Aid.

Felt like I remember seeing him

in the, uh, in the courtroom
with Ruth.

Low-key guy. Blond hair.

Griffin?

Smith? Biff?

I don't know, khakis.

Man, this place still really
makes the shit

out of some shrimp.

Why'd you come back?

With everything that's going on,

it's been a little hard
to focus at the office,

so I'm gonna prep
from here this week.

Marcella's okay with that?

Yeah.

So I can get Ellen from the bus.

You can stay later at
the office, if that helps.

Okay, thank you.

It mostly helps because...

I don't know how to be
in this house.

Hey, snicklefritz.

Mom doesn't wait here.

She waits at the driveway.

I know that.

- I cross by myself.
- Well, I know that,

but I didn't come here because
I thought you needed me.

I came here because
I needed you.

I really wanted to
hold your hand today.

And I might want to
hold your hand tomorrow.

I'm not sure yet.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm doing all right now.
How about you?

How you doing?

I am if you are.

Gin makes the blood vessels
in your face explode.

That's not true, actually.

You know, Grandpa Warren
would be very upset

if he heard you say that.

He always thought of himself as

the global ambassador
for gin's good name.

- What about bourbon?
- Bourbon is prunes.

- What are you talking about?
- Southern Comfort, it's prunes.

Southern Comfort is
hardly bourbon.

And Southern Comfort is
not prunes. That's Dr. Pepper.

And Dr. Pepper isn't prunes
either, so...

So just beer and wine, then?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, me too, mostly.

Though there was
a long time there

where I was daydreaming
about Bloody Marys,

which were never really
my thing.

Yeah, it's Mike's thing.

Yeah, that's why.

All those years watching him
knock 'em back,

it symbolized being
out in the world, I guess.

Mm.

But now I'm here,
and all I really want

is a beer.

Oh, man, that's good.

This is really nice.

And a real head trip.

After...

missing all those years,

to sit here and feel like
I know you,

but to know less about you

than somebody who
barely knows you.

What other people think of
as other people

is really just a projection
of themselves anyway.

What do you want to know?

If it's already built,

why do they call it a building?

Why are they called "apartments"

if they're so close together?

What was it about her?

I don't think it was
actually about her.

Which makes me feel sick
to my stomach to say.

But when I try to remember
what I was feeling

when all that was happening,

mostly I just remember
being afraid.

Of what?

That life had passed me by,
and I didn't even notice.

Hmm.

You're the psychology major...

and the Jung scholar.

Pretty sure you'd have
a lot more insight

into that than I do.

Well, Mom always said that

your father never
believed in you.

And if that was true,
then you're never gonna think

that you're good enough.

Even if consciously,
on the outside,

you're pushing back, you're
fighting against that idea,

on the inside you're always
just gonna be waiting to fail

because deep down
you really think that

failure is your destiny.

So maybe when you did fail,

when you didn't get to
become a judge,

you just decided to stop
fighting the part of yourself

that secretly thought
that you were worthless,

and instead, just do
something to prove it.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I asked.

I'm doing an internal investigation,

and I'm hoping you can help me.

Can you tell me how
you know Danny Gallagher?

Uh, I was assigned
to a case of his

in sentencing phase
is how I met him.

And then I got assigned to
another pending case of his

that didn't go.

I have a witness
who places you with him

at Andolini's Restaurant
on the ninth last month,

which was a Friday.

- You remember that night?
- Yeah, actually.

- Can you tell me
what it was like?
- What it was like?

Um, that sounds kind of loaded.

It isn't meant to,
it's just meant to be

open enough to include whatever
you might want to tell me.

I want to tell you everything.

I haven't lived here very long,

so I don't really know
that many people.

I work most of the time, so...

so I was having dinner
at the bar,

and he was there
meeting somebody.

A colleague, I think.

And we just struck up
a conversation.

About work, but more...

more our philosophy of work.

You know, conceptualizing
what we do.

Also, our parents.

Um, our fathers.

His father was a judge.

I don't know, just
good conversation.

I don't really have
many of those.

He made me...

He made me wish that
I had more friends.

Conchita's al--
Sorry, my boss is...

- That's okay. I love Conchita.
- She's always saying

that Dan Gallagher,
he's one of the good guys.

And... I felt like
that night I saw why.

You're cleared, it's done.

I still need to
fill Marcella in,

but as far as I'm concerned,
the letter, the allegation

in the letter is unfounded.

Okay, so that's it?

Yep. Back to work.

Although maybe let Marcella
be the one

to officially tell you that.

Uh, thank you.

You should thank
your friend Alex.

She's the one who
saved your ass.

I think that's all I need.
Thank you.

- Whew.
- You okay?

Headrush.

- Get you some water?
- No, I'm fine.

I'm just...

I'm good. Just a little, um...

A little pregnant.

But shh.

You better gird your loins,

because we have to
go over your schedule.

Okay. That's fine.

Just glad to be back.

Never a doubt in my mind.

She wants me to owe her
something, right?

She wants to be the one
who rescues me.

Arsonist, fireman.

Oh, fuck.

You don't look all that
surprised, Mike.

I don't think I am anymore.

- Okay, so what are you?
- I'm your friend,

who's trying to
look at this objectively.

And I think this woman is--

she is telling herself
a story about you.

- Clearly.
- One that you helped her write.

What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

Look, obviously

if you just bent this
Alex woman over

a bathroom sink one night,
never spoke to her again,

this could all still
be happening.

Right, 'cause she's
out of her mind.

Well, maybe so,
but that's not what you did

because that's not
what you do, Dan.

Mike...

I've never cheated
on Beth before.

I know you need people
to like you.

Not just juries,
but fucking everybody.

You laugh with them,
you listen to them,

you confide in them.

You put on "The Dan Show,"
it's what you do.

But this woman is the one
who's supposed to

somehow know you didn't mean it?

What is this?

I didn't-- Hey,
I didn't say anything,

I didn't do anything
that would justify...

No, it's how she heard
what you said that matters.

She's building a world
in her fucking head

about something you did
because you were mad

you were gonna have to wait
to be a fucking judge, man.

You know, the next time
you're disappointed,

why don't you just try
to sit with that feeling,

the way the rest of us
have to fuckin' do?!

Is that unusual to get out

the first time that
you're up for parole?

It depends, I think,
on the crime and the criminal,

but yeah.

What's it like
when you're with him?

Is it just like,
"Yeah, that's my father"?

It's like he's this person
that I know is my father,

- but I don't feel it.
- Mm.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

Little bit.

At the risk of sounding
like an asshole,

uh, it might not be irrelevant

for you to do your thesis
about Jungian shit.

I mean, your life is
pretty archetypal right now.

- Yeah.
- Also, hey,

I feel honored that you
trusted me with this.

I, of course, have no drama
or secrets of my own,

so I have no
frame of reference, but...

Yeah, you do seem very boring.

- Very.
- Yeah.

You know that part
of the college application

where they ask you if you've
ever been on probation?

I mean, not specifically,
but yeah.

Well, I have been on probation.

For five years I was on it.

From 17 until last year.

It was a DWI with injuries.
Nobody died.

But... I'm a felon.

Juvenile felon.

And nobody here knows but you.

Now I feel honored.

Thank you.

Mm. Yeah.

How did you know that I was
writing about Jungian shit?

- You told me.
- No.

Okay, um...

I have a thing with Macksey.

We're like a-a thing.

Okay? So just-- shh.

Well, what kind of...

- Ooh. Mmm.
- Mm.

Great. Is...
is there anything else?

Is that not enough?
Am I still boring?

- No, no, I mean,
now you're a cliché.
- Oh.

Oh, okay.

Everything is going
to be all right.

How should I not be glad
to contemplate the clouds

parting
beyond the dormer window,

and a high tide
reflected in the ceiling

the poems flow
from the hand unbidden

and the hidden source
is the watchful heart?

The hidden source
is the watchful heart.

Everything is going
to be all right.

How can I not be glad
to contemplate the clouds

parting beyond the dormer window

and a high tide
reflected in the ceiling

the poems flow
from the hand unbidden

and the hidden source
is the watchful heart?

The hidden source
is the watchful heart.

The hidden source is...

Hidden source is
the watchful heart.

...watchful heart.

You got the surgery bill now,

but you got
the anesthesia bill first.

And when you got
the anesthesia bill first,

you didn't think
to reach out to see

if the hospital did any surgery
on my wife

to go with the anesthesia,
you just denied the claim.

Makes total sense.

No, I asked Dr. Geller
to rebill you.

So when he does,
you can take the two bills,

put 'em together and see that
you do cover anesthesia

for fucking
ovarian cancer surgery, okay?

Thank you.

One bite at a time, right?

- Hmm?
- Of the elephant.

Eat the elephant
one bite at a time?

Right, because God never
gives you more elephant

than you can eat?

Courage is elephant
under pressure?

You never know
how elephant you are

until elephant's
your only choice?

Gideon's here...

with his new truck.

I wonder if he bought that
with our money.

Tough times don't last.

- Touch elephants do.
- Can't change

the cards you're dealt,
just how you play the elephant.

No, because in the plans
we filed with the city,

- you said
that this beam is steel, right?
- Right.

This beam here? Okay.

This isn't steel.

It's fucking plywood
and sheetrock.

- That's not the one I said.
- What-- this one?

Is it this one here? Sheetrock.

- This is the front bedroom.
- We're in the front bedroom.

- That's what you put
in the plans.
- Okay, but that's not

- where the steel is.
- Oh, are you fucking kidding me?

We're gonna have
to refile these!

It's gonna take two,
three weeks top.

We have a demo crew
coming Monday. Okay.

What's happening here
is not helpful.

- But I'm trying
to establish terms.
- Let's go downstairs

for a minute, please.

Maybe definitely.

I don't need him taking
his shit out on me, okay?

It's not my fault
his wife is sick or whatever.

Okay, you know
what we're not doing? That.

We already had a problem
coming into today

because of that thing where you
did a site visit out of nowhere

without telling anyone, and then
charged the client $1,500!

- Jesus Christ.
- So that, plus this here

means that people don't have

to be going through
tough personal stuff

to be really pissed at you,
do they?

Okay, let's just try

to talk like professionals...

...who respect each other and...

and-and move forward
with this, okay?

Where's that coming from?

Oh, my God!

Get down! Get down!

Beth, are you okay?! Beth!

He has heart issues.

They took him
in a separate ambulance.

Arthur stayed to try
to reach the owners.

Hon, you can tell me
all about this later.

I don't want you
worrying about it right now.

I thought about my mom,
trying to breathe.

Oh, Bethie, I'm sorry.

I am so, so sorry.

But please don't worry
about this right now.

Just think about Ellen,
think about...

Who's picking her up at the bus?

Sorry. Neurology's here.
They need a few minutes

with Mrs. Gallagher.

Maureen's got her. She's fine.

Wait. They would've
dropped her off an hour ago.

Honey, she knows to go to
the Clarkes' when nobody's home.

Just... She's gonna be fine.

Let the doctor take care
of you now, please?

This is all I could find--
"Structural Forms

- of The Feminine Psyche."
- Yeah, I didn't think

there was a lot of Toni Wolff's
own writing out there.

But that, I do remember being
very interesting, though.

The Mother, the Amazon,
the... Hetaira?

Yeah, and the Medium.

Uh, that's not
what Toni Wolff called her.

Uh, Medial Woman?

- Right.
- Immersed in
the psychic atmosphere

and the unconscious.

Yeah. Uh...

"She will often unknowingly draw
the man into chaotic turmoil

"by which she will be
carried away herself.

"She loses herself in ideas
which do not belong to her,

"she experiences the destiny
of another

"as though it were her own.

She becomes the first victim
of her own nature."

I should have just

validated the parking myself.

This woman's never coming back.

Can you see a world
where we're gonna be okay?

Or is it too soon,

and you haven't even
thought about it yet?

Hey, Maureen.

The Clarkes aren't home.

Is there somewhere else
Ellen would go?

What do you mean?
Did you go to our house?

What is it? What's the matter?

I'm there now, Dan.
I don't see her.

Okay, well,
check the driveway gate.

See if it's unlocked.
She might be in the backyard.

"She must express
or act what is in the air,

"what the environment cannot
or will not admit.

"Mostly the dark aspect
of a situation or an idea--

"and she thus activates
what is negative and dangerous.

In this way, she becomes
the carrier of evil."

So, you're thinking
this might be your topic maybe?

Well, if it is, I'm signing off.

But don't make me chase you
for updates, please?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, this, um...

this isn't my business,

so I'm not gonna ask
any questions.

Just want to help.

So I'm only gonna say...

that you've been seen.

People are talking,
and they know.

I... I really don't know...

You don't have to say anything.

I just...
I-I couldn't not say anything.

"Ruined" is such a weird word

to me to use about people,

about their lives, but...

I've seen it.

Call him again.

He'll call as soon
as he knows something.

I want to call the police.

- Honey, he is the police.
- No, he isn't!

What the...?

Ellen?

- He knows both of them, okay?
- What?

He knows where to look, and in
the time that it would take us

to explain everything
to somebody new...

No!

I found her half a block away.

Oh...

Ellen. Oh, my God.
Ellen. Ellen.

It's really important.

The person who took you, did
they tell you who they were?

- It's very important.
- You're right in her face.

Hey, we need to
do this right now.
Give her a minute.

Ellen, Ellen,
Daddy's not mad at you.

Hey, Dan, Dan.
- I just need you to try
and remember.

- Did they tell you anything?
- You need to calm down.

Did they tell you
where they took you?

- Enough!
- Did she tell you who she was?

- Come here, baby.
- What did she tell you? Ellen!

- Dan. Dan!
- Did she tell you her name?!

She's okay.

We got her.

Come on.
Come on.

The FBI is not a decision
that you can unmake

- after the fact.
- I don't care, Mike.

We need to know what
we're gonna tell them first.

- Everything.
- You don't even...

I want to tell them everything.

You don't even know what
everything is yet, Dan.

For your family's sake,
you need a plan.

How are you gonna
platform this, hmm?

The Feds don't answer to you.
They don't consult with you.

They're not gonna keep you
in the fucking loop.

When you ask them to come in,
they come all the way in.

Look... just think overnight.

Beth and Ellen are safe.
Go be with them.

Everything is gonna be
all right. Okay?

Get up. I said get up.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm going to the Feds.

You think I can't
because you brought her back?

That I won't 'cause
it'll burn me, too?

I do not fucking care anymore.

I'm gonna call in every favor
from anyone who has ever

owed me anything to make sure
that you go away.

So if you want to die,
you better hurry up.

You don't have much time,

and you'll have to
do it yourself.

Mikey, I have some
follow-up questions.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, turkey tetrazzini.
Mom supervised.

Meaning she added more sherry,
'cause she assumed I forgot.

Except I didn't forget.

So now it is flammable.

Also, it's not necessarily
turkey tetrazzini,

it's more like rotisserie
chicken tatrazzini.

And I did forget the mushrooms,
so I just added more cheese.

What's all this?

Ah. The rest of the prints
came back.

Two more hits.

So in addition to
Dr. Paul's buddies

and Gabriel and whoever
Benny's guy is...

- Biff Smithcliff.
- Yeah.

We now have Olena Kuzma
and Elijah Acosta.

So as far as viable
alternative suspects go,

I think we're kind of
cooking with gas here. Hmm?

And we've both had a case
or ten in our day

where more was made
with a lot fuckin' less.

So... I think we deserve
some extra cheese.

Please.

I had a spoon.

- I'll use the wooden one.
- Here, here, here.

Oh, yeah, take that guy.
Do the honors.

Family dynamics
are extremely complicated

for Alex,
and so to walk into

what appears to be
this idyllic suburban dream,

I'm not surprised it ignites

some not-so-great
things in her.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?