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Mr. Judge?

Mr. Judge, I'm here!

Mr. Judge?

So what are your thoughts

about the open border issue?

- What's the solution?
Lock 'em all up.

If Sleepy Joe isn't gonna do
anything about it,

I, quite frankly,
think Americans should feel

the freedom to take matters
into their own hands.

Mr. Judge?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Is there nothing you can do?

I see.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

I'm with Claire and the kids.

- That was Mallory.
- And?

And apparently
there's some protesters

blocking the entrance.

A small to-do, he says.

Maybe we should pull over, Dad,
wait until they've cleared out?

Nonsense.
Oliver.

I'm not running
from a group of hippies.

We're gonna walk in there
as planned

with our heads held high.

That's the way Garlands do it.

Sweetheart,
let's think about this--

As planned
with our heads held high.

My body, my choice!
My body, my choice!

- A small to-do, Mallory?
- Not too late to turn back.

Let's go.

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

- Dad!
Fascist!

-Dad!
Fascist!

Move!

Fascist! Fascist!

♪ Ready for war, Joe ♪

♪ How you wanna
Blow they spot? ♪

♪ I know these dirty cops
That'll get us in ♪

♪ If we murder some wop ♪

♪ Hop in your Hummer
The Punisher's ready ♪

♪ Meet me at Vito's
With Noodles ♪

♪ We'll do this dude while
He's slurping spaghetti ♪

♪ Everybody kiss
The fuckin' floor ♪

♪ Joey Crack, buck 'em all ♪

♪ If they move, Noodles
Shoot that fuckin' whore ♪

♪ Dead in the middle
Of Little Italy ♪

♪ Little did we know that
We riddled two middlemen ♪

♪ Who didn't do diddly ♪

♪ It'll be a cold day in hell
The day I take an L ♪

♪ Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill ♪

Standby.

Hi, Professor Garland.

You know Kimmer's
not here, right?

Yeah, no, I'm actually
here to grab the--

Emergency contact forms
for Bentley's school.

Shoot, I forgot.
I can grab them from her desk.

That's OK.
I can go grab 'em.

Would you? I'm slammed.

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Mariah!

Sara, hi.

Text me about that raffle, OK?
I want to help.

Ah, you're the best.

I highly doubt
the board will approve

such a big purchase.

We need a new
Smart Board vendor.

So for now, just--

Give us a minute, please?

What can I do for you, Mariah?

You can tell me why my son

was forced to sit
at another lunch table

while Aiden Corbat
called him Jim Crow.

Oh, God, it--
that's horrible.

Maybe it's a misplaced

application of what
they've been learning.

They were doing a unit
on civil rights.

Clearly the unit wasn't
very effective.

Calling the Black kid Jim Crow
doesn't even make sense.

I promise you, he will be
punished accordingly.

I don't want a punishment.
I want expulsion.

I have four good kids
enrolled at this school,

plus I'm on
the fundraising committee,

so I know that we are the top
givers three years running.

Donations don't buy
on-demand punishment.

Well, in this case,
they will.

Or I go to the press.

And it won't be Channel 4
Action News at 11 or whatever.

It will be The Tribune
or The Times.

I'm still Facebook friends
with half this nation's

top journalists.

Don't fuck with me, Tom.

I want that junior Klansman
out of my school.

Hey, Uncle Mal.
To what do I owe

the pleasure of this call?

Mariah, I'm sorry.

Please leave
a detailed message.

Kimmer, I've been trying
to get you all morning.

We need to talk.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

You look like
your puppy just died.

I was in Kimmer's office.

Found flowers
someone sent her.

- Red roses.
- Shit.

That is unequivocally the most
romantic type of flowers.

Great observation, Dana.

I mean,
it's just confirmation

of what you already knew, right?

All the late night phone calls
and mysterious errands

and meetings
and business trips.

Dressing nicer,
working out.

Kimmer has always
looked good.

Yeah, like, normal good.
But this isn't normal, man.

I mean, your wife's ass is
like a work of art now.

I'm sorry, but it is.

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

I just need to talk
to Kimmer first.

Is that her?
No, my sister.

Mariah, hey.
I can't talk right now.

I'm gonna be late for class.

Wait, slow down. What?

You look--

it fits great, honey.

One of the aides had
an extra set.

You look like a bitch
in that bow tie.

If I saw you on the street,
I'd fuck you up

just for wearing it.

He looks like Malcolm X.

Nah, Malcolm X was cool.

He looks like
Tucker Carlson.

- I like Tucker Carlson.
Oh.

Oh, you like some stuck-up,
white, neo-con frat boy?

- Shocking.
Shut up.

What's Becky's name
this week, Becky?

See, the operative phrase
is "this week,"

'cause next week is Lashonda,
Ming Li, or Mirabella.

I don't discriminate.

You need to be more like Tal.

- What, and wear a bow tie?
- No, romantic, faithful.

Find a long-term,
committed relationship.

Tal ain't in no long-term,
committed relationship.

Tonya dumped his ass.

- Tonya dumped you?
- No! She didn't.

We're doing
the long-distance thing.

She bought a one-way
ticket to Tokyo, bruh.

She leased an apartment
and accepted a job there.

Read between the lines.
It's over.

All right.

Let's talk some numbers.

Fact is, the days of 99 to 1
confirmations are long gone.

But we've convinced about half
the Democrats to vote for you.

All the blue dogs love you

even if they won't
admit it on camera.

So if half our friends
are with us

on the other side of the aisle,

what does it mean
for the count?

It means whichever way
you cut it,

Oliver Garland will be
the next Supreme Court Justice

of the United States
of America.

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, you got that thing?

Can you sign this
for me, Judge?

On second thought,
make it out

to Senator Edelman.

Yeah!

Known for his
staggering intellect

and steadfast fairness while
on the Seventh Circuit Court,

it was his turn
to far right politics

that brought
Judge Oliver Garland

notoriety in later years.

Earning the nickname
Titan of the Tea Party,

Garland and his incendiary
rhetoric became a fixture

on talk radio
and the speaking circuit.

Of course, what he will be
most remembered for

was his failed nomination

to the United States
Supreme Court.

His controversial connection
to Jack Ziegler,

a former CIA operative...

That is about enough of that.

A bunch of the faculty are
already emailing,

talking about a school-wide
memorial for your dad.

- A bunch?
- Well, Theo at least.

Called him "one of our most
distinguished alums."

Yeah, I can't even think
about that right now.

Matter of fact,
I need to make some more calls.

Of course.

You can let it out, man.

I think I'm just in shock.

Well, don't keep that shit
bottled up for too long.

It will eat you
from the inside.

Your mother and I will
meet you at the car.

Go, go. Go with Szuza.

How you holding up, champ?

You've had your nose
in that thing the whole ride.

Look at this.

What am I looking at here?

My father's medical records.

Why do you have these?

He started sending them to me
five years ago.

Said it was easier than
my health-based interrogations.

At first I was hoping to find
some answers,

but look--he was healthy.

Blood sugar, lipids, weight,

all down from where they were
five years ago.

OK.

What if it wasn't
a heart attack?

What, like a stroke?

No, what if it was meant
to look like a heart attack

or a stroke
or something natural,

but really,
it wasn't natural at all?

Sorry, I--

I really don't understand
what you're trying to say.

The judge had a lot of enemies.

I get it.

You want to make sense
of this whole thing.

When my old man died,
I wanted answers too.

Remember, I thought
I could find them

by getting in touch
with nature?

What's your point, Howard?

There's no easy answers.

Maybe there's no answers
at all.

I don't know.

But the only thing I know
for certain is that

chasing down
these conspiracy theories...

it's not gonna get you
anywhere, babe.

Yeah?

No, that's my car.
Marshall, you go with Szuza.

- Marshall!

When you grow up
and make millions of dollars,

you get your own car, OK?

Hello?

Hello, Mariah.

This is Jack Ziegler.

Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.

Marc. Hi.

I was devastated to hear
about your dad, Tal.

My sincerest condolences,
of course.

I mean, he was... a force.

Thanks.

If there's anything
you or Kimmer need...

I think we're good.

My family's waiting
on me, so...

How is Kimmer handling

all the federal appeals court
nomination rumors?

Fine, I suppose.

Hope she's having
a better time than me.

My phone's been ringing
off the hook.

Everyone suddenly
wants my advice

since my name was mentioned.

Nobody gave a damn
about my opinion

when everyone just thought
I was gonna be a professor

for the rest of my life,
you know?

Look, I know this selection
process can be brutal,

but we've been colleagues
for a long time.

Kimmer--I love Kimmer.

So all the usual backbiting
and mudslinging,

there's no need for it,
is there?

It's in the president's
hands now.

- It always has been.
Exactly.

So let's just
keep it civil, yeah?

My dad just died. I gotta go.

Is Grandpa gonna be
a ghost?

No, he won't be
a ghost, buddy.

So he won't haunt us?
You sure?

I don't think so.

We're here!

Was he your grandpa too?

No. He was my daddy.

Oh. Was he a good daddy?

Hello? Anybody? We're here!

Hold on, hold on one second.

- Hey, Ben.
Bentley!

- Hey, buddy. Good to see you.
Come on!

Sorry for your loss.

Took you long enough.

Not all of us own a helicopter.

Honda's a little slower.

We live two hours away.

You live down the street.
No excuses.

I gotta go take this.

- Love you.
Love you.

Addison, hurry up!

We need to see Mal.

If we leave now,
we can beat rush hour.

Dang, are we not
allowed in the chopper,

or is there a minimum
income level required?

Shut up. This is serious.
I have a ton of shit to do.

I just want
to get it over with.

Mal's squeezing us in
between depositions.

I will leave you!

Why are we meeting with Mal?

'Cause he has Dad's will
and some instructions

about how he wanted
his funeral.

We're going to a reading
of the will?

No, they only do that shit
in movies, Tal.

He's just gonna hand it to us,

the assumption being
that we're literate.

Addy, hurry up! We need to go.

Relax!

I'm here.

Oh, there he is.

There he is.

Oh, you're looking good.

What, you working out?

Pickup basketball
here and there.

OK. All right.

Tal, Bebe. Bebe, Tal.

Addison's date
to his father's funeral,

because who doesn't bring
a date to a funeral?

No offense, Bebe.
You're lovely.

None taken, Mariah.

Well, excuse me.

Y'all brought
your significant others,

assuming Kimmer's on her way.

Business trip.
She'll be here.

I'm only here
for moral support.

And to lend a helping hand.

Speaking of which,
Bebe, uh, could you get

the formal place settings
from the basement?

And they will need
to be washed by hand.

- Sure, of course.
- Thank you.

Glad to help.

Boys.
Let's go.

Those funds can be used
to settle property taxes

and credit card debt,
which is minimal

according to his last
bank statement.

The remainder will be donated

to Abby's memorial
scholarship fund, of course.

What'd he leave us, though?
You didn't mention that yet.

The Shepard Street property
to Mariah,

Martha's Vineyard
summer home to Tal,

and Chicago Bears
season tickets to you, Addy.

What'd you do to piss
the judge off?

Ah, whatever.

Soon as the Bears get
their QB situation together,

those tickets will be worth
more than both those houses.

Lord willing.

Go, Bears.

I gotta get back upstairs.

Sorry to rush,
but I wanted to make sure

you had the info ASAP.

Wait, Uncle Mal,
what about, uh, an autopsy?

Come again?
Will there be one?

Mariah, honey,
they only do autopsies

when there's suspicion
of foul play.

Now, given the judge's age

and his battle
with hypertension--

You're right. It's fine.

Take care of yourselves.

He planned everything,

down to the color
of the flowers on the altar.

Funeral guest list, me.

Food, me.

Obituary, me. Of course.

Though they'll probably print
what they want.

Addison, can you--

Yeah, sorry, I can't help you.

You don't even know
what I was gonna ask.

Well, the judge chose me,

his pride and joy,
his firstborn,

to eulogize him,
so I'll be busy with that.

Tal, can you double-check
with Father Brown

and the funeral home?

Make sure the judge's wishes
are carried out.

On it, boss.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

And for you.

This is cold.

No tip.

Come on, Mariah.

A tip is a financial incentive

to provide good service.

It is the free market at work.

If I provide a tip
despite bad service,

I'm betraying
my economic principles.

They're not gonna
interpret that

as a demonstration
of your principles.

They're gonna interpret that
as, "Negroes don't tip."

Well, then maybe
they shouldn't be racist.

No tip.

It's almost like the only
reason you're a Republican

is so you can justify
being a dick.

- Almost.
- No.

I am a Republican
because I believe in low taxes,

life beginning at conception,

and the motherfucking right
to bear arms.

All right, you can stop
trying so hard now.

- What's that mean?
- It means that Dad's gone.

Who you trying to impress?

Honor, duty, justice.

If you look behind me,
you'll probably see my kids

roll their eyes at the mention
of those three words.

That's because in my household,
they usually heard those words

when they were
in a bit of trouble.

Those principles, that's how
we decided what they did wrong

and how
they should be punished.

Honor.

Did they behave in a way
that reflects positively

on their family, their God,

their country, and themselves?

Duty.

Did they try the hardest to do
what was required of them?

Justice.

Did they strive for fairness,

especially when
holding themselves

and others accountable?

These are, Senator,
the same standards

that I try
to hold myself up to

as a jurist and as a man.

Honor, duty, justice.

That was a--

that was a very endearing
and, dare I say, quaint answer.

But I'm looking for something
more substantive,

Judge Garland.

Just last year,
in Alonso versus Secure-Tech,

you ruled in favor of a company

that fired an employee
who abandoned his post.

But he had reason to believe
that his post

had a carbon monoxide leak.

Should he have stayed there
and died?

Is that a principle of yours,

death before violating
company policy?

I believe the matter
you are referring to

is being appealed
to the Supreme Court,

and it wouldn't be prudent
of me to comment further

on an ongoing litigation.

My dissent covers
my opinions on the piece,

which are far more nuanced

than how you presented them
in your question.

So you stand
by your ruling, then?

It does represent
your principles.

Is that what you're saying?

I'm saying,
read the dissent, Senator.

Has anyone
in the current adminis--

There he is.

Welcome back
to the hearing, Senator.

Last question.

When's the last time
you had in-person contact--

The gentleman's time
has expired.

If the chair
will indulge me--

The gentleman is
no longer recognized.

- When's the last time you had

in-person contact
with Jack Ziegler?

The gentlewoman from Iowa is
recognized for five minutes.

What, you still listen to Nas?

Uh, yeah, he's the GOAT.

You ain't got no T.I.? Jeezy?

You think Dad met up
with Uncle Jack?

"Uncle Jack"?

You a grown man calling
some old white dude "uncle."

Stop it. It's weird.

Whatever. Jack.

You think Dad saw him?

Hell nah. Do you?

I don't know.
I caught a vibe.

A vibe?

Jack's a political pariah.

The judge is way too savvy
to be involved

with somebody like that.

College buddies, roommates.
Dad's loyal.

Loyal, yes.
Stupid? Nah, son.

You do know everything
Jack did, right?

Google "Jack Ziegler,
Washington Post."

OK.

Yeah, right here,
right here, right here.

"The Post's investigation
reveals that Jack Ziegler,

"a former CIA operative,
may have personally directed

"his Zed Magna Security
employees

"to commit these crimes
while working

as government contractors
in Iraq and Afghanistan."

There's a laundry list
of illegal arms sales,

money laundering,
and contracted killings,

et cetera, et cetera.

The dude is a real-life
Bond villain.

Come on.

The judge would never.

So, uh,

the funeral director
and I took a look

at what your lawyer provided.

We've got everything
worked out.

You're in good hands.

Thanks for your help,
Father Brown.

Can we switch
"in loving memory of"

for "honoring the life of"?

It feels more appropriate.

Of course.
Consider it done.

It'll be a lovely service.

The judge requested
some of the same hymns

from your mother Claire's

and your sister Abby's
funerals.

I better get going.

Feel free to call my cell

if anything comes up.

Tal, wait.

What would you like
the inscription

on the tombstone to say?

That should be in the packet.

Your father didn't
specify an epitaph.

Either he forgot
or he meant to leave it

to you and your siblings.

We'll need that inscription
as soon as possible.

Hey, boy.

What you doing?

Looking for any indication
of what the judge wanted

on his gravestone.

Hmm.

Just slap on a quote from
Reagan or Lincoln or something.

He was into that
dignified Republican shit.

Nah.

It doesn't sit right.

He planned everything.

It's our duty
to honor his wishes.

I just need to figure out
what those wishes were.

All right.

Well, whatever you're doing,
hurry up, all right?

I need you to help Bebe
inflate these mattresses.

And why can't you help her?

Well, I'm still
perfecting the eulogy.

Check on her
when you can, bro. Thanks.

Hello?

Tal?

Mariah, will you please
release my girlfriend

from indentured servitude?

Excuse me,
your girlfriend offered.

You offered to help,
right, Bebe?

- I did offer.
- See?

Besides, I'm in mourning,

so I don't know why
you're picking on me.

Hmm, 'cause under
normal circumstances,

y'all know how eager Mariah is
to do everything for herself.

Not funny.

I think it's great you guys
are in such high spirits.

I was a blubbering mess
when my grandpa died.

Garlands don't cry.

Stick around long enough,
and you'll learn that.

They don't show any emotion,
except for maybe indignation.

Don't forget entitlement
and baseless self-assuredness.

- Can I get a amen?
- Amen.

Maybe ease up
on this wine.

Kids are
getting on my nerves.

Tal, why do you still
have these up?

I guess Mom and the judge
never got around

to taking them down.

And no MJ?

You're from Chicago.

Didn't you at least have
the one with his arms like--

Scottie was the engine.
Everyone in Chicago knows that.

Without Scottie,
there's no Michael.

Even Michael said it.
Last Dance.

I spoke to Ruthie.

Apparently, my name is picking
up steam for the nomination.

The FBI might even start
vetting me soon,

like talking to my friends,
family, you.

Mm.

We should talk about
what we're gonna say,

just so we have
a unified narrative.

What are you working on?

I'm trying to come up
with an epitaph.

What do you got?

"Here lies Oliver Garland,

"survived by
the deeply rooted complexes

he ingrained in his children."

♪ There comes a day
In your life ♪

♪ When you want to kick back ♪

♪ Straw hat on the porch
When you're old, perhaps ♪

♪ Want to gather your thoughts
Have a cold one ♪

♪ Brag to your grandkids
On how life is golden... ♪

Tal.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

No, actually.

We need to talk.

About?

Who's sending you
flowers at work.

What flowers?

Red roses in your trash can.

Those.

They were from a client.

Clients don't send roses.

They probably came
from some 20-year-old intern

who doesn't understand
flower protocol.

And the note?

What "good times" are you
sharing with a client?

It doesn't mean anything, Tal.

Don't--don't get
in your head about this.

You don't have anything
to worry about.

I'm yours.

This... is yours.

♪ Can't forget about ♪

♪ Can't forget about ♪

♪ Can't forget about you... ♪

I can't.

Jesus, Mariah!

I've been trying
to get you alone all day.

OK. Why?

'Cause I have something
I want to talk to you about,

but I don't want to say it
in front of everybody,

especially Kimmer.

I don't want to give that bitch
any more ammo.

Why does she have
to be a bitch?

I don't know. Ask her.

That's not
the point though. Um...

Dad didn't die
of natural causes.

He was murdered, Tal.

And Uncle Jack did it.

See, before Zed,

Uncle Jack was in the CIA.

Yes, at one point.

So were a lot of other people.

That doesn't mean they're
all capable of murder.

What do you think he was doing

down there in Central America
in the '80s?

He was assassinating
leftist guerrilla leaders,

pulling the trigger himself.

That's public knowledge.

That's urban legend.

Isn't it more likely
that the judge,

a Black man in his 70s,

just had a regular-ass
heart attack?

- Thought you'd hear me out.
- I am hearing you out.

I'm also doing you a favor

by gently challenging
your theory,

which is conjecture.

Jack Ziegler just materializes
out of thin air to murder Dad

after no one in our family

has seen or heard
from him in forever?

That's not true.

What's not true?

That no one's seen
or heard from him.

He called me the other day,
out of the blue.

What did he want?

To talk about you.

What about me?

He said, um,

you're the one
that Daddy would trust,

the one who would know
about the arrangements.

The funeral arrangements?

No. The other arrangements.

Tal, what was he talking about?

No clue.

I'm serious. I have no idea.

Howard already thinks
I'm suffering

from grief-induced delusions,

and Addy only cares
about himself,

so that leaves us.

Leaves us for what?

To figure it out.
Investigate.

Uncle Jack shows back up
in our family's life

right around the time
the judge dies?

That's weird.

Weird, sure. Creepy, even.

But it's just a coincidence.

Fine. Whatever.

I gotta go think
of an inscription

for Dad's gravestone.

It's not complicated.
Just write something that

says how you feel about him.

I'm so sorry, Tal.

Hang in there, Tal.

Talcott,
I'm so sorry for your loss.

Who is that with Addy?

That's international supermodel
and fashion icon Bebe Stanhope.

Who now?

Sally, she was on the cover
of Sports Illustrated.

She's the face of Diet Pepsi.
You know who she is.

Thought she looked familiar.

What's Addison see in her?

Is it serious?

I don't think now's the time

to do the whole
kissing cousins thing.

By marriage. It don't count.

It was gross then, and it's
honestly still gross now.

Maybe it's best left
in the past, Sally.

Hmm.

Just Alma is looking for you.

Just Alma? She's still alive?

Unless I'm seeing ghosts,
she's kookier than ever.

Somebody ought to put
her ass in a home.

Speak of the devil. Gotta go.

Auntie Alma, how you doing?

What's this auntie
business, boy?

It's Alma. Just Alma.

Sorry. Just Alma.

Of course.

Your dad had big plans for you.

Like what?

Now, that's not for me to say.

He'll let you know.

But he's dead, Alma.

Boy, don't you think
I know that?

Just because he's dead doesn't
mean he won't let you know.

I gotta go check on the limos
taking people to the service.

You just wait and see.

See what?

How frightened
of your father they were.

You'll see. If they come.

Scaredy-cats might
not even show up.

I'm not following, Alma.

Jack Ziegler, for example.

He likes to act scary,

but he was terrified
of the judge.

Scared shitless.

Now, it's no secret
that the judge and I

never saw eye to eye
politically.

My first national TV appearance

was a full-throated endorsement
for Obamacare.

Now, afterwards,
he called me.

He congratulated me,
told me he was proud,

but that, ultimately,

he thought my ideas
were pusillanimous.

I had to consult a dictionary
to realize that was an insult.

He then proceeded to spend
the next 146 minutes

giving me a law school-level
lecture about

government overreach
and health care.

He cited cases--

a lot of cases, y'all--

from memory.

But that was the judge
in a nutshell.

He was a proud father...

a fierce advocate
for his beliefs,

a constant teacher...

a man who touched
and influenced many lives...

And a man who was
a loyal friend, always.

You see
Justice Wainwright's here?

Yeah, in the back like
he doesn't want to be seen.

Coward.

But that's not the headline.

Greg Haramoto, 7:00.

He was a man who did
what he thought was right.

May he finally rest in peace.

Thank you, Addison.

Why are we doing this alone?

I think Father Brown wants us
to have a moment alone

to reflect on Dad's passing
before the service ends.

What a load of shit.
I just want to be done with it.

Tal, what the fuck
is that quote?

Is that Nas?

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

Yes, I did.

The judge actually
loved that song.

You guys said I could
put whatever I wanted.

Oh, my God,
you are such an idiot.

We're gonna have to redo it.

I'm gonna say
what I have to say anyway.

I know this long-distance thing
is hard,

but I'm dedicated
to you, Tonya,

and I'm not gonna let
thousands of miles

and a 14-hour time difference

make me break that promise.

'Cause I love you, Tonya.

Uh...

Please tell me
that's not the first time

you told Tonya you love her.

The end of some
cringey voicemail?

- It was cringey?

I hate to say it,
but Addy's right.

It's over.

If you gotta leave a message
like that, it's last call.

Once the lights come on,
bouncer's gonna throw you out.

Might as well leave
with some dignity.

- The bouncer?
- It's a bar analogy, Tal.

The point is, you don't have to
swear a lifetime of allegiance

to every girl that you date.

What are you doing,
besides eavesdropping?

Uh, going to the business
center to finish an article

and hiding from Mom.

I swear, it's like
as soon as she sees me,

she starts nitpicking me
about finding a husband.

You'd think being on a team
that won a Pulitzer

for investigative journalism
would exempt me,

but no, she is grooming me
for life as a housewife.

I'd rather die at my fucking
desk than be a kept woman.

Do you think
all the stuff they say

about Uncle Jack is true?

All? No.

I think at least half of it's
liberal propaganda.

And the other half?

That's the half
we should be scared of.

Mariah.

Your mother's looking for you.

Of course she is.

You OK, son?

Yeah, I'm fine, I think.

How about you?

Everything good?

It will be.

I trust it will be very soon.

Get some sleep.

"Honor, duty, justice."

You should have
put that on there.

Now you tell me.

You know, I always thought
that was supposed

to describe us kids.

Obviously, Mariah's honor.

Always looking
for praise and accolades

and, quite frankly,
Daddy's approval.

And you, you're duty.

You're reliable,
honest, determined.

Ol' dependable Tal.

So that makes you
justice, then?

What? Aw, hell no.

No, man, I'm the firstborn.

- I'm a rebel, a trailblazer.

I defy easy classification.

Nah, Abby was justice.

Remember how she used to go on
about what was fair?

Some socialist version
of equality.

And Dad would get so mad.

Remember those long lectures
he would give her?

All that Old Testament...

Republican
law and order bullshit.

I'll be down in a minute.

Uncle Jack?

Hello, Talcott.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your father was
a formidable man...

and a good friend.

What are you doing here?

I came to pay my respects.

And talk to you, of course.

You could have called.

There could be
others listening.

Best to speak in person.

I've been keeping tabs
on your wife

and her potential
nomination.

Why?

Curiosity, I suppose.

It's really
the president's call.

We wouldn't want
any interference.

Of course not.

This country is best
when it's a meritocracy.

And it's so often
anything but that.

If it were,
your father would've died

a Supreme Court justice.

I must ask you something,
Talcott.

Something others
will ask as well.

And when they ask,
you must be careful.

Some of them are good,
some bad,

but none will be
who they say they are,

and not all of them
mean you well.

You understand?

Not really.

What did you want to ask me?

I must know about
the arrangements.

Mariah mentioned that,

but I don't know
about any arrangements.

Yes, you do.

The arrangements
your father made

in the event
of his untimely demise.

If I knew, I'd tell you,
but I don't.

I traveled all the way here.

Please don't make it
a waste, Talcott.

I don't know how many times
I can say it--

- This is not a time to play.
- I'm not playing.

- I really don't know.
- Just tell me about

the goddamned
arrangements.

Right now.

Yo, Tal, you good?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good, right?

Fine, Talcott.

You do what you think's best.

But when you're ready
to discuss the arrangements,

come to me first,
no one else.

I would not want
to see you harmed,

you or your family.

Are you--

Is that a threat?

Of course not.