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[serious music plays]

Mr. Judge?

Mr. Judge, I'm here!

Mr. Judge?

[tea kettle whistling]

[anchor] So what are your thoughts

about the open border issue?

- What's the solution? - [guest] 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?

[ominous music plays]

[clattering]

[suspenseful music plays]

[Oliver] 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?

- [Oliver] Nonsense. - [Claire] 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.

[suspenseful music plays]

[sirens wailing]

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

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

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

Let's go.

[crowd] 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! - [protestor] Fascist!

-Dad! - [protestor] Fascist!

Move!

[grunting]

[Big Pun's "Twinz"]

Fascist! Fascist!

[crowd shouting]

♪ 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 ♪

[midtempo music plays]

[phones ringing]

Standby.

[receptionist] 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.

[music continues]

[school bell rings]

[dramatic music plays]

[Sara] Mariah!

Sara, hi.

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

[Sara] Ah, you're the best.

[principal] 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.

[phone buzzing]

Hey, Uncle Mal. To what do I owe

the pleasure of this call?

[Mal] Mariah, I'm sorry.

[Kimmer] Please leave a detailed message.

[voicemail beeps]

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.

[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.

[scoffs]

I just need to talk to Kimmer first.

[phone buzzing, alarm blaring]

- [Dana] Is that her? - [Tal] No, my sister.

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

I'm gonna be late for class.

Wait, slow down. What?

[somber music plays]

[door opens]

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. - [Addison] Oh.

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

- Shocking. - [Mariah] 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.

[Mariah] 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.

[Addison] 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.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[tense music plays]

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.

[laughter]

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.

- [Claybourn] Yeah! Yeah! - [cheers and applause]

Hey, you got that thing?

Can you sign this for me, Judge?

[both laugh]

On second thought, make it out

to Senator Edelman.

[laughter and applause]

Yeah!

[laughter distorts and echoes]

[chuckles]

[host] 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...

[Dana] That is about enough of that.

[notification chimes]

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.

[Dana] Of course.

You can let it out, man.

[stammers] 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.

[somber music plays]

[exhales shakily]

[tense music plays]

[Howard] 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.

[Mariah] 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.

- [phone ringing] - Marshall!

When you grow up and make millions of dollars,

you get your own car, OK?

[ringing continues]

Hello?

[Jack] 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.

[Marc] 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. - [Marc] 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.

[Bentley] 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. - [Martin] Bentley!

- Hey, buddy. Good to see you. - [Martin] 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.

[Howard] I gotta go take this.

- Love you. - [Mariah] 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!

[Tal] 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.

[Addison] Relax!

I'm here.

Oh, there he is.

There he is. [chuckles]

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. [snaps] Let's go.

[Mal] 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.

[Tal] 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.

[Mal chuckles] 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?

- [Mal] Come again? - [Mariah] Will there be one?

[Mal] 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.

[server] 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?

[Oliver] Honor, duty, justice.

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

roll their eyes at the mention of those three words.

[laughter]

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.

[soft dramatic music plays]

Honor, duty, justice.

[Edelman] That was a--

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

[chuckles]

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--

[indistinct whispering]

[tense music plays]

[sighs]

There he is.

Welcome back to the hearing, Senator.

[laughter]

[Edelman clears throat] Last question.

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

The gentleman's time has expired.

[Edelman] If the chair will indulge me--

The gentleman is no longer recognized.

- [gavel bangs] - When's the last time you had

in-person contact with Jack Ziegler?

[crowd gasping]

[indistinct murmuring]

The gentlewoman from Iowa is recognized for five minutes.

[suspenseful music plays]

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"? [laughs]

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? [laughs]

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.

[ominous music building]

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.

[somber music plays]

[Addison] 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.

[soft music plays]

[suspenseful music plays]

[door creaks]

[Kimmer] Hello?

Tal?

[somber music plays]

[laughter]

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.

[laughter]

Not funny.

[laughter]

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

I was a blubbering mess when my grandpa died.

[Kimmer] 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.

[Howard] Maybe ease up on this wine.

[Addison] Kids are getting on my nerves.

[laughter]

[faint rap music playing]

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.

[chuckles]

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?

["Can't Forget About You" plays]

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."

[Nas] ♪ 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.

[Chrisette] ♪ Can't forget about ♪

♪ Can't forget about ♪

♪ Can't forget about you... ♪

[soft music plays]

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?

[laughs] 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.

[tense music plays]

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.

[Tal] What's not true?

That no one's seen or heard from him.

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

[Tal] What did he want?

[Mariah] 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.

[sucks teeth] 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.

[somber music plays]

I'm so sorry, Tal.

[indistinct whispering]

Hang in there, Tal.

[person] 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.

[Addison] 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.

[laughter]

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.

[Addison] He was a man who did what he thought was right.

May he finally rest in peace.

[Father Brown] Thank you, Addison.

[somber music plays]

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.

[somber music plays]

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.

[scoffs]

[Mariah laughs]

[sobs]

[sniffles]

[somber music plays]

[Tal] 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...

[line beeps]

[Mariah] Please tell me that's not the first time

you told Tonya you love her.

The end of some cringey voicemail?

- It was cringey? - [scoffs]

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?

[tense music plays]

That's the half we should be scared of.

[Oliver] Mariah.

Your mother's looking for you.

Of course she is. [sighs]

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.

[soft music playing]

"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. - [laughs]

[chuckles] I defy easy classification.

Nah, Abby was justice.

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

Some socialist version of equality.

[somber music plays]

And Dad would get so mad. [scoffs]

Remember those long lectures he would give her?

All that Old Testament...

Republican law and order bullshit.

[somber music plays continues]

I'll be down in a minute.

[soft dramatic music plays]

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.

[coughing]

[eerie music plays]

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.

[Addison] 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?

[scoffs]

Of course not.

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