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I pushed him.
Listen to me! Listen to me!

I pushed him.

Nobody did this! Nobody!

Help! Somebody!

Fuck.

Hey, Ed!
Ed! Hold on, man. Hey.

Hey. Listen, man.

I'm sorry...
for the whole party thing.

Yeah, I overreacted.

You know what?
I don't believe you.

- What?
- That you're sorry.

Why do you have to be
such a fuck?

Well, I don't
have to be. I choose to be.

See, not everybody gets along,
Nathan. I mean,

can't we just be comfortable
not liking each other?

Doesn't have to be a reason.

This whole fucking world's
lost its mind.

This whole fucking planet
is inhabited by nutfucks!

Hey, nutfuck!

Basically,
this is child custody.

We will set a hearing.
Between now and then,

I will appoint
a psychiatric investigator.

He or she will interview
the parties, the children,

your associates, your friends,

anybody and everybody
he or she deems necessary

to making a recommendation
to the court.

In the end, it will come down
to my judgment

whether there's been behavior
detrimental to the children.

- Any questions so far?
- May I be heard, Your Honor?

Very well.

I do not
consider Celeste Wright

- to be a bad person.
- Good to know.

She's been a wonderful mother
to the boys.

- Mary Louise.
- And I don't have any reason to doubt...

- her ongoing commitment to them.
- Okay.

So what are we doing here?

That said...
she's not well.

- All right.
- It's true.

- This isn't the time, Mrs. Wright.
- Well, then you understand.

This is not a case of
angry mother-in-law on the loose

- or something.
- Come on. So unfair.

Rather it's as you suggest...

we have to do what is best
for the children.

All right, we will take this up
at another time.

- This is inappropriate.
- We're good.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- Thank you very much. Thank you.

We will see you at the hearing.

How do we not respond to that?

'Cause we don't.
You're a lawyer, Celeste.

- You know how this goes.
- But we should have.

She gets to make
a sympathetic first impression,

and what,
I just sit there silent?

Which, in the face
of an accusation,

can be deemed an admission
of fucking guilt.

The judge won't see it that way.

She's after my kids!

That's exactly
the type of flare up

they'll be looking to provoke.

- Okay?
- God!

She gets to make
an opening statement,

and you did nothing.
I didn't hire you to do nothing.

Please.

Because nothing... was exactly
the right response, Celeste.

We have a very smart judge in there.
One who will be able to see through

your mother-in-law's
little performance

and see it for what it was.
Just a performance.

And I told you, I am not about
putting up that kind of performance.

I'm about credibility.

So when I speak, judges listen.

And now I need you to listen.

They don't win here unless
they establish you as unhinged.

So you should expect everything
and anything they do say

to be precisely designed
to get you to react.

We will not give them that.

Mom.

- Hi! What a nice surprise.
- Hi.

- Where's Dad?
- Outside with Grandpa.

Is she getting better?

A little.
Still can't talk, though.

Today's gym, right?
Got all your stuff?

Yeah.

Oh, I miss you.

There's a surprise for you
at home.

- Shh! Hey, hey. What?
- Oh, yeah?

- Okay.
- All right.

Time to go, big girl.

- Pit stop's over.
- Okay.

Bye, Grandma.

Love you, baby.

- Thanks for stopping by.
- Bye. I love you.

- Bye, Grandpa.
- Bye.

The most important thing
is that you remain open-minded.

You know, really open
to new theories...

This isn't gonna be like
wife-swapping, is it?

No! This is a healing institute.

Not a swinger's convention.

- Please have an open mind. Please?
- I'm in the car.

We're warriors, you and me.
You know?

Really?

I couldn't believe it.

I sat there,
and I didn't say anything.

But Katie seems to think
that's the right thing to do,

and I'm not thinking straight.
I'm just not.

- Yeah, no, I know.
- This is disgusting. I mean, honestly,

I wanna sit down
with Mary Louise.

Well... I don't think that
that would help, so...

I don't know, Celeste.
Listen, don't... get me wrong,

but,
you're an attorney yourself,

lawyers fuck things up often.

And that's why I wanted to ask
you about Katie.

- Well, what about her?
- Well, I mean, is she...

is she as good as people say?

Well, she's good
because of this.

It's a very different kind
of skill set,

and judges in family court

- don't like bulldogs.
- Yeah.

And so I think
given that, she's good.

I mean... I think
the straightest line

to get this resolved is just
to have Mary Louise call it off.

- No, she's not gonna do that.
- Hmm...

- She's not.
- She might.

Honey,
I need to take a crack at her.

- Okay? This is what I do.
- Renata.

- We're in a meeting.
- Renata...

I'm so sorry. I just got a call

from Suzie Jenkins,
San Francisco Magazine,

and, please don't shoot
the messenger...

they are not going
to include you...

in the "Women in Power" piece.

I'm... I'm sorry?
Did she say why?

The bankruptcy thing.

Listen, I can step out.

No, no, my god, no. No. No!
Stay right there.

They said it's not
the story that they're telling.

She just said the focus
is women on top.

I'm... I'm so sorry.
No, I mean, my god, it's not your fault.

I know, I just
feel terrible because...

I said it's not your fault!

Can you excuse us?

I can make you
some Africa Zimbabwe tea...

- If you just stop talking.
- Okay, I'm gonna go away.

That would be best.

Are you okay?

I am not okay, Celeste.

Well, I mean it's just
a magazine article...

It's not just a magazine.
It's "Women in Power"!

I mean, we're supposed to be
on each other's side,

and they're backstabbing sluts!

"Ziggy." That's a dumb ass name.

My brother knows about you.

He said you have a hot mom.
Is that true?

You know you're
a mistake, right?

Come on, pussy boy.
Say something.

- What's going on?
- Beat it. I'm talking to someone.

Leave my brother alone.

He's your brother? That means
your dad's a rapist.

- Get the hell outta here!
- Make me.

His name is Brian McPherson.

He is... a bit difficult,
and he has bullied others.

But that being said, he's the one

sitting in the hospital
getting his lip stitched up.

- Oh my god...
- I'm suspending all four boys.

- What?
- It's... just three days.

- While we investigate...
- Investigate?

- Why didn't you do that first?
- Jane. It was three against one.

The boy got hurt.
My hands are tied.

You need to tell me
what he said to you.

Hey. Look at me.
What did he say?

- I told you. I can't remember.
- Ziggy.

He said my father's a rapist.

Answer me!

I'll take over.

Okay.

- I'll see you later.
- See ya.

Be open-minded, okay?

- Look at the view!
- It is pretty.

And they have a fireplace!

So, you're gonna
wander the space.

We're not moving in a circle.
We're exploring the space,

and when you come face-to-face
with someone you'd like to hug,

give them a hug
for about the length

of a nice inhale, exhale.
Okay?

Good.

Thank you.

Oh my god!

That was awful. I'm so sorry.

Thank you for
at least agreeing to try.

You're a really good man.
Good husband, good father.

I was a sound choice.

What are you saying?

What?
What are you trying to say?

I've said it many times,
Madeline.

Well, saying it one more time
is not going to kill you, is it?

Nathan broke your world,
which at its core, is family.

- You've said it many times.
- I know. I've said it many, many times.

Is it a fucking crime?

I didn't say
it was a fucking crime.

Okay, then what
are you trying to say to me?

Please, just tell me.
I have no idea.

On our first dates, it was like
you were interviewing me.

Not so much
for the soulmate position

or... lover.

But rather, father.
The stable provider.

Abigail was ripped apart and...

you were determined to fix that.

To not make the mistake of
going down the lust path again.

You had a certain criteria,
and I checked all the boxes.

So... you made the sound,
practical choice.

It's not something I couldn't
make peace with. I did.

But then you got unsound.

You decided to make
impractical choices,

one being to fuck
Joseph Bachman, which left me

with the most difficult choice
of all:

to walk out with my dignity
or to stay with a woman

who I simply cannot trust.

You can trust me to love you.

More deeply than
I've ever loved anybody.

Can you trust me
not to fuck things up again?

Maybe not.

I don't know
if I can trust myself with that.

I didn't trust
my parents' marriage, and...

the one I had with Nathan
was not to be believed.

And I... I don't know what it is,
and I don't...

Maybe it's some unconscious
preemptive thing

where I wanna be the destroyer,
not the destroyee.

I don't understand, and I racked
my brain about it, but I...

'Cause all I really want
is to be married to you.

Just... happily married to you.

But I must have low self-esteem

or I fucking hate myself
or something

because look what I've done.

If I fuck up again,
it will not be with infidelity.

I give you my word.

All my future mistakes
will be brand new ones.

They said
it was ultimately a smear

on the entire publication
if I was in this article.

I'm sorry. That sucks.

You know, it might actually
be for the best.

- What?
- I...

The article would have put
a target right on your back.

I've spent my entire life
with a bullseye on my back.

This is one I wanted.

It's for me.
Coming!

- Mary Louise!
- Oh.

Hi.
Thank you so much for coming.

Oh, thank you. Pleasure's mine.

I often don't get invited
for tea in this neck.

Well, please. Please.

What kind of tea
would you like?

Again, I just... I wanna say
I really appreciate you coming

because, I know
there's a lot going on,

and, it must be so...
unbearably difficult.

It is.
Thank you for...

for understanding that.

Of course. My god.
And listen,

just between you and me,
I did want us...

Hmm. I was hoping this would
just be about...

tea, but...

people don't do that anymore.
Do they?

Do what?

Just enjoy each other's company.

Just... no agenda.
It would be so nice...

if people could just
be together, you know. But...

maybe somebody
will invent an app for that.

Well, can I...

talk to you?
Just... mother to mother.

I would like that.

Great. In thinking about
everything that's going on...

What happened to your furniture?
I mean, it's such a big house,

you'd think there would be
a lot of furniture.

Well, we're going through
a little bankruptcy thing right now,

- which is almost resolved. But...
- Oh, that sounds awful.

But you work, don't you, Renata?

- I do. Yes.
- Yeah.

That must be
especially devastating,

for a working mom to lose
her house, her belongings,

because just to think about
the sacrifice...

You know, all the missed dinners
with kids,

and the not being able to host
the after-school play dates,

there's just so many,
many moments lost.

And for what?

A screening room.

Maybe a boat.

Sorry.

You were saying s... h. Mother to mother?

Are you placing judgment
on my life choices?

I don't know your life choices.
I don't know you,

other than you're a friend
of Celeste,

and you seem like
a very nice person

who lives in a big house
with no furniture.

This is a serious situation,
and the boy needed stitches,

so I need to know.
Who instigated the fight?

Was it you, Max?

- Was it?
- He was saying stuff about Dad.

And he was picking on Ziggy.

So what?

So the three of you attacked him?
You ganged up on him?

You can't do that.
Violence is not the answer.

Look at me. You think it is?

What? Why are you looking at me
like that?

- Stop being such a bitch.
- Don't talk to me like that!

You do not talk to me like that!

Come he... Stop it!

You can't talk to your mother
like that.

You can't talk to me like that.

Do you understand me?

It's not right.

I have an appointment tonight.

Kelly's gonna be here
in a minute to sit.

What kind of appointment?

Oh...

with a lawyer.

Your grandmother thinks
it would be better

if... if you lived with her
for a little while,

and I... I disagree,
and it's...

Why does she think that?

Because I... I don't know.

We're not gonna
live here anymore?

No, you're absolutely
gonna live here.

We have to have a judge decide,

and that's what I have to go
and do tonight.

I don't want to live
with Grandma.

I don't want you to live
with Grandma,

and you're not going to.
You will be living here.

All right? You will absolutely
be living here.

Hey, honey.

You're okay. All right?

All right. Yummy.

Sink into the floor.

Keep it going. Keep it going.

Is Mom okay?

What the hell is that?

Singing for sleep apnea.

Stanford Sleep Clinic.
They diagnose everyone.

The class is a cash cow.
What's up?

Well...

About your mother...

I think we need to get her out
of this hospital.

Aren't they moving her to rehab?

Which basically means
they're throwing their hands up.

- They don't think she'll get better?
- We need to do something.

Look at you getting involved.
Wow.

I gotta go.

Dad.

You don't think I got involved?

That I didn't protect you?

- No, Dad. I don't.
- If you only goddamn knew.

I do goddamn know.
I was there.

Did you diffuse things? Sure.

Did you stop shit
from getting worse? Sometimes.

But did you protect me?

Well, thank you
for agreeing to meet.

I'll get right to the point.

There are only losers
in procedures like these,

and the biggest ones,
invariably, being the children.

So, my suggestion is that we agree

- to joint custody, one where...
- No.

Just hear me out, please.
Hear me out. Hear me out.

- No.
- One where... weekdays with you...

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Hear me out.

- No, just hear me out.
- No.

Weekdays with you. Weekends
with my client, Saturdays and Sundays.

- What?
- You agree to seek treatment

for drug and alcohol dependency
as well as anger management.

- Fuck you.
- Well, there you go.

These things will come up,
Mrs. Wright.

- Is that a threat?
- That's a fact.

You. You're not getting my boys.

Not for a Saturday.
Not for a Sunday.

Not for a fucking minute.

Did you really expect me
to accept this?

How are the boys doing?

You know, we don't
want this to go to court.

There will be no joint custody.

I see silence continues
to be your weapon of choice.

Exactly what
am I paying you for?

- It was actually a decent offer.
- No.

There are so many possibilities
should this go to court, Celeste...

a lot of them bad.

- You said we should win.
- We should.

But we could also lose.
The offer we just got

- is a win in my opinion.
- Oh God!

There's also...

What?

- What?
- Your husband's death.

It will come up.

Shit.

There's gonna be
a guardianship hearing.

I'm gonna have to testify,

and that means
that I'm fair game.

- On everything.
- Fuck, you're right.

And Katie
is pretty much convinced

that Farber is getting help
from the police.

- She is?
- What?

Jesus Christ.

- So, basically...
- Oh my God.

...he's an agent for them, and I suppose
they can ask me anything.

- Under oath.
- Yeah.

- Oh my God.
- And if I get caught in like,

a lie or something,
then they have a case.

- Can you just plead the Fifth?
- No, I'll lose my kids, Madeline.

That's true.

And they have
this witness list with you.

You are all on the list.

But why would they
call us? We're on your side.

Madeline, please.
It's a fucking perjury trap.

That's what they would do.
They'd call us to the stand

to testify to Celeste's fitness.

- Yeah...
- Then under oath, they say,

"Oh, by the way, how did Perry Wright

- fall down the stairs?"
- No.

- Yes. Yes.
- Can they do that?

Okay, but then we just stick
with our story.

That's perjury, babe.

Okay, but they'd have to prove
we were lying. They can't...

They probably can.

What if they can?

I'm just telling you this
because we have to be prepared.

Look, we have to stick together.

That's the only way
we've gotten this far.

If we stick together,
we'll be fine.

We're gonna be fine.

Thank you again.
He really likes you.

You're welcome.

Any time. It's a pleasure.

Still up?

And on your iPad, I see,

which you're not supposed
to have at night.

Can I please have that?

Thank you.

Listen, me and you
are gonna have breakfast

with Max and Josh
in the morning.

I have to work for a few hours,
but I'm gonna get off early,

and I'll meet you guys
at Whaler's Cove...

I don't know,
sometime in the afternoon.

And then you, me, Celeste,
and the boys

- are gonna go kayaking.
- Cool.

It's not a reward
for bad behavior.

I just figured...
since you're suspended,

I mean, we might as well
get some exercise.

You like Corey. Right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I do.

- Me too.
- That's good.

Am I gonna grow up
to be like him?

- Like Corey?
- No. Like my... my father.

No. God, no, baby.

And you are gonna grow up
to be the sweetest...

kindest... most handsome...

funniest, loveliest...

...adorable-est man.

- I promise you that.
- Thanks, Mom.

I love you.

Baby?

He's at the hospital...

sitting vigil.
He wanted us to take a break.

Sweet.

I was protecting you.

Or so I thought.

Best way I could.
By keeping the peace.

It's okay, Dad.

I know how weak
I must seem to you.

But I was just trying to do
whatever I could

to make the rage go away.
For you.

And for me.

- Okay.
- And for her.

She started to talk
this afternoon.

To mumble.

I had no idea what
she was trying to say.

She tried and she tried
and finally, I got it.

What'd she say?

She said you're drowning.

Sometimes, the things she feels
and sees turn out to be right,

- and now I'm worried.
- Dad...

What's going on?

I'm just gonna go check
on Skye.

Why is Grandma doing this?

Because I think she's...
she's worried that...

that I'm still sad
over missing your daddy,

and... and she...

she thinks
that my sadness isn't...

always...

good for you two.

So she thinks it would be
better if you lived with her...

for a while, while I get over
my sadness.

Do you think that?

No. Mm-mm. I do not think that.

So, I don't know
what kind of questions

this doctor's gonna ask,
but if she asks you...

who you would prefer
to live with...

then it's really important that
you say you wanna live here.

'Cause she might tell the judge?

Exactly.
She might tell the judge.

Well, shall we say
we don't like Grandma?

No, don't say that.

We can protect you.

Yeah.

We can say whatever
you want us to say.

Listen to me.

You do not need to protect me.

All right?

You just have to...

tell the truth.
That you want to live here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I love you.

Now get good sleep.
Big day tomorrow.

- Good night, Mom.
- Good night.

Good night.

Hey, Sweet Pea.

How come I'm not at school?

Sweetie, I told you.

Ziggy and Max and Josh

are having their special day
with their moms,

and I thought,
"Well, wait a minute!

Let's us have
a mother-daughter day."

This is because we're broke,
isn't it?

- And we have to move.
- No, Amabella.

It's 'cause I wanted
to spend the day with you.

Sweetie,
everything isn't about money.

Well, it is, but it isn't.

What matters is... this.

Your family, your friends...

Now, when you're ready...

I will race you to that pool,
we will dive in,

and we will have so much fun!

- Okay?
- Okay.

Don't worry.

- Do you and Ed have another plan?
- No, not yet.

- You know what I was thinking?
- Hmm?

He loves to golf, so maybe
I'll learn to golf.

Something we can do together.

Mom, why would you want to golf?
You hate golf.

True. But I took a vow.
For better or worse.

- All right, it's all over your face.
- No, it's not! It's fine!

Mary Louise.

- Madeline. Hello.
- Hi.

- This is my daughter, Abigail.
- Oh.

- This is Mary Louise Wright.
- Hi.

You must be the one
who's off to college.

Can I say something?

- Of course.
- What you're doing is indecent.

Trying to take those boys away
from their mother...

- \Very nice to meet you, Abigail.
- What's wrong with you?

She's psycho.

- Please, just go.
- Just...

...touch me.

- Corey, please.
- Y... You sure?

- Whoa!
- Oh my god!

You're upside down.
How'd you get over there?

Well, you suffered a trauma.

It's gonna take some time.

I just think it's amazing
that you were...

still able to enjoy sex
all that time.

You know, despite everything.

Yep, it's pretty fucked up.

Put me down! Put me down!
Put me down, Corey!

- My boys miss this.
- Oh my god.

- My turn again!
- Should I go save him?

All right, boys, let's go!

- You ready?
- Ah, they miss this so much.

I want you to stop worrying
about me.

And start thinking about you.

Skye made this for you.

You are right, though, I'm going
through a rough moment.

But you know me, I'll...

figure it out.

What, Mama?

K... Kill me.

Oh my god!
Oh my god, you're so good.

Whoa!

Hey. Two Brooklyns, please.

- Tori.
- Hi.

- Mommy!
- Hello, ocean!

Hello!

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