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The judge left some sort
of arrangements behind,

contracts, maybe files.

Could be nuclear codes,
for all we know.

A handsome guy
like you, I bet you got

some rhythm to go
with all those good looks.

I'm Maxine, by the way.

Has anyone been
following you?

I haven't seen anybody.
Why?

It is over.
No more research.

Good luck to Sharik, 'cause
I'm pulling his retainer.

I'm protecting
our family, Mariah.

You need to try it sometime.

Truth.
I am chasing the truth.

Oh, the truth?
You gave up.

You glommed on
to some rich white dude

and found yourself
a mansion to hide in.

Fuck you, Tal.

Something's going on
between you

and somebody else.

End it, or end us.

- To Abby.
- To Abby.

None of us went off
the deep end like Dad.

Losing Abby tore him up.

Abby was his baby.

Still hits me sometimes,

this rage that they never
caught the guy.

The judge had
this scrapbook.

It was filled
with hit-and-runs.

If you would join us,
together with your help--

Stop!

I didn't destroy
the judge's scrapbook.

I figured if Addison wanted me
to get rid of it that bad,

it must be
important enough to keep.

♪ Get to the floor ♪

- No.

- Abigail.

So are we just supposed
to sit in silence or--

Let's talk schools.

Which way you leaning?

Harvard?

Howard?

Princeton?

I was thinking UNC.

What's in North Carolina?

This better not be
about some boy.

Actually,

it is about a boy.

He went to UNC, and he's going
to be the next president.

Is that what this is about,
John Edwards?

He hasn't even announced
he's running.

Oh, any day now.

And when he does,
we're ending poverty

and getting
universal health care,

all by redistributing
your wealth.

We've been driving
all over New England

visiting schools.

How did I end up with you

as a daughter?

Karmic punishment for all
your evildoing, obviously.

Excelsior, my son, Excelsior.

Uncle Mal.

Sorry for calling so late.

Can you get me the phone number
for Representative Paul Derry?

Yeah, from Wisconsin.

Actually, you know what?

Can you just get me
his address?

Morning.

Did you poison this?

Arsenic with half-and-half.

Mm. Mm.

You were right,
and I'm sorry.

A Mariah Garland-Denton
apology.

What's the weather like
in hell right now?

Stop. I'm serious.

I was having a hard time

accepting
my dad's death, and...

I may have taken things

a little too far.

And I took time away from you
and the kids and our home,

and that wasn't fair,
and I'm sorry.

But all that's done now,

and all of my attention is
back here at home.

Morning.

Mom?

Szuza, where's the,
uh, olive oil spray?

And, uh, the onion powder?

Thank you.
And the cheese grater?

I am making omelets.

Omelets? Tuesdays
we usually have smoothies.

OK.

We can do smoothies.

Smoothies,
smoothies, smoothies.

Smoothies coming up.

If we want the kids
to come visit us this winter,

we have to convince them
that they're not

stepping into a frozen tundra.

I'll have a contractor
come take a look.

Where do you think
you're going?

To hang out with Vanessa.

Claire, honey,
I'll ring you back tonight.

Love you.

What about
all that talk about

coming back
from your college tour

so we could spend some time
together before school starts?

That's still the plan,

after I hang out
with my friends.

Abby.

This is my last free weekend
before senior year.

I just want
one last fun weekend

before I'm drowning in college
applications and school again.

So can I go?

Please?

No.

We can go get
some ice cream.

That'll be fun, right?

Come on.

Can I help you?

Hello. Hi.

I'm hoping to speak
with Congressman Paul Derry.

This is he.
What does this concern?

It concerns
your daughter Bethany.

Best I could do
on short notice.

Thanks.

I was sorry to learn
about your dad.

He was a good man.
I always admired him.

Did you two know
each other pretty well?

The world of politics
is small.

We'd met a few times.

We were friendly
but not exactly friends.

I was under the impression
that you two

might have been
pretty close.

Really?

I found a clipping
about your daughter

Bethany's accident
in my dad's belongings.

I assumed it was
because he knew you well.

Abby and Bethany had
a lot in common,

unfortunately,
including the way they died.

If I had to hazard a guess,

I think that's why he may
have had that clipping

and came to the funeral.

I'm sorry, my father came
to Bethany's funeral?

Came, stood respectfully
near the back, shook my hand,

offered his condolences,
and left.

Congressman, does the phrase
"Excelsior, Excelsior"

mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

Just something
my dad used to say.

I wish I could help you,
but I don't know.

- Still want that cup of tea?

Call me when school's out,

and walk directly
from class to practice.

And under no circumstances
are you to walk alone.

OK, you don't have
to walk me

all the way
to the classroom door.

Malcolm, I'm serious.

I said OK, Mom.
Chill.

Judy.

Hi.

Don't you look nice
today, Mariah?

- You holding up OK?
- I am.

I'm feeling much more
like myself.

- Aw.
- Um, how are you?

How's Spring Gala
planning going?

I know I've missed
a couple meetings.

Oh, we understand.
You've been through a lot.

That date just keeps
getting closer and closer,

and there is still
so much to do:

the decorations,

finding a photographer, sponsors.

Well, I am all freed up
and available to you.

You just tell me what you need,
and I'll do it.

Oh, mm.

You are a lifesaver.

I don't know
how you do it all.

Ugh, you would be surprised
what you can accomplish

when you suppress
your own ambitions

and deny
your hopes and dreams.

Oh, you're so funny.

I'll sample
cake batter, please.

All right, here you go.

Anything for you?

No, thank you.

I know what I want.

Dad, you have
to try this one.

Old reliable
butter pecan for me.

He'll try cake batter.

Here you go.

And?

It's good.

I'll still take butter pecan,
but it was good.

Hey, what's up?
- Where are you?

Stuck getting ice cream
with my dad.

- I'll be there soon.
Mm, cute.

Hurry up.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Wasn't so long ago
that was me and your mom,

taking our little family
into this shop.

Now my little girl is
a senior,

soon to be
a college student.

What are the odds?

That's Bradford Ellis.

Who?

Dean at Princeton.

He's also
on the admissions committee.

- We should call him over.
- Dad, no, please.

Bradford!
Bradford.

Oliver. How's it going?

Excellent.

Just taking a quick break
from touring colleges

with my youngest, Abby.

Ah, does this tour plan
on coming through New Jersey?

Absolutely. Princeton is
on her short list.

That so?

It's one of the schools
I'm considering, yes.

And why do you think you'll
make a good Princeton student?

I'm in my final year
at Lake Forest Academy.

I have a 4.1 GPA,

co-captain of the varsity
basketball team.

I scored a 5 on four APs,

and I'm taking three more
this year.

And every other weekend,
I volunteer

at a women's shelter
in the city.

You're a Garland,
so I'm certain

you look impressive
on paper.

But tell me who you are,

the Abby Garland I can't know
from reading a résumé.

If I remember correctly,

Princeton's motto is
"In the nation's service

and in the service
of all nations."

I don't know exactly what
I want to do when I'm older,

but I know whatever it is,
I want to be of service.

And even though
the university has yet

to divest from
the fossil fuel industry,

it would be an honor
and privilege to study there.

Well, I can't wait
to read your application.

You got a good one, Oliver.

Don't I know it?

Dr. Ellis, it was a pleasure
getting to chat with you.

- Pleasure.
- I'm actually leaving myself.

Hello.

Mrs. Trellis?
It's Talcott Garland.

Who, now?

Talcott Garland,
your neighbor from Oak Bluffs.

My family lived
down the road from you.

Oh, Oliver and Claire's
boy, of course.

Of all the things I thought
might happen today,

I never expected to hear from
a famous TV news reporter.

That's actually
my older brother,

Addison, you're thinking of.

I'm Talcott, the lawyer.

OK, now I got you.

Talcott, the lawyer.
How are you?

Fine, I guess.

I was calling to ask
if my dad, Oliver Garland,

might have come
to your son Jovan's funeral.

Yes, he did,
came all the way to Charlotte.

It was very kind of him.

I thought so.

Have you ever heard the phrase
"Excelsior, Excelsior"?

I hadn't,
not until I heard

your dad say it in the eulogy.

The judge spoke
at Jovan's funeral?

Oh, my goodness, yes.

Very moving.

Wasn't a dry eye
in the church.

I'm not even gonna lie
to you, girl.

These college classes
are kicking my ass.

Last semester,
I stayed up all night

writing a paper
on determinative linguistics

and then went straight
into my o-chem final,

which I bombed.

OK, what is
determinative linguistics?

I don't know.
That's probably why I got a D.

Ooh, but the parties,
especially after finals,

off the chain.

Y'all be getting crazy?

Too crazy.

I can't wait.

I am over
these high school boys.

Oh, but your summer
Vineyard boo, Anthony.

Whatever happened there?
Did y'all--

A lady does not
kiss and tell.

Lady? Lady where?

- All I see is a ho.
- Shut up.

I'm just playing.

I don't know.

Maybe it'll happen again
at the party tonight.

You didn't hear?

What?

Anthony left yesterday.

Family emergency.

I think his grandma died
or something.

He's on his way back
to New York City.

I come back to the Vineyard
just so we can hang out,

and then I find out you left

and couldn't even
tell me yourself.

Like, who does that?

My condolences
to you and your family.

We've just got to find you
another weekend fling.

Where?
The summer's done,

and everyone's
either booed up or ugly.

Jovan would bring
a white girl to the Vineyard.

You know there's always one.

I bet you she dances
like this.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah.

Who's that?

I don't know.
But he is fine.

He looks
just like Nick Cannon.

- I love Nick Cannon.

Girl, if you won't do it,
I will.

You know I will.
Go.

Thought I was doing my thing,

and then here you come,
showing me up.

You know, if basketball
doesn't work out,

heard they need a bricklayer

at the construction site
down the street.

OK, you got jokes, huh?

I'm Marcus.

Abby.

What are you doing
in my house?

I'm here for
the arrangements, Talcott.

Where are they?

I'm trying.

Try harder.

The longer this takes,

the harder it is
to protect you.

Protect me?

I've been followed,
chased, arrested,

had my home broken into.

I got beat up.

Oh, yeah, and almost got
blown up in a car bomb.

You're protecting me?

The men who beat you up,
where are they now?

Dead.

Well, look, if you want
to make it easier for me

to find the arrangements,
you could start

by getting Foreman
off my back.

Who's Foreman?

McDermott's partner.

Tall Black dude,
fake FBI agent.

Impossible.

He's been following me
in a gray Audi.

I've seen him
with my own eyes.

The man you call Foreman was
actually Kendrick Haynes.

He washed up on the shore
of Lake Huron ten days ago.

Can you tell me anything
about this scrapbook?

What scrapbook?

My dad had a scrapbook with all
these hit-and-run accidents.

Uh, it seems like he's been
trying to leave me clues.

That's not
the arrangements.

My only concern is
the arrangements.

But I think it has--

You're thinking too much,
you and your sister both.

I need the arrangements,
Talcott, before it's too late.

Thank you for coming
to our side of the island.

I've always been a firm
believer in integration.

This house never
felt big until now,

now that it's almost empty.

I'm not sure I'll ever
get used to the silence.

I mean, you don't have
to get used to it.

An empty nest means
new opportunities.

Sending my boys
off to college

opened me up for the second
half of my career.

You could easily work
for another 20.

If there was ever
a time to pivot--

I feel like you have
something specific in mind.

Why not just come out
and say it?

- The Supreme Court.

If Bush wins
reelection,

he's gonna get another
nomination or two.

Why shouldn't one of those
go to Oliver Garland?

I was thinking
I might be better suited

for something else.

Such as?

I don't know,
teach, perhaps.

I always wanted
to write a book.

Or public policy--
I could do something bipartisan

where I can make
some actual change.

Have you been
following the news?

What public policy
is bipartisan?

How about
criminal justice reform?

Abby would like
the sound of that.

You don't think you could
effect more change

by being a member of
the nation's highest court?

I don't mind poking around
to see if your name's

appeared on any short lists.

Would you really pass up
a shot at that much power?

Huh.

People have died
for much less.

Hmm.

We can't use
any of this for the gala.

I mean, definitely
not this shit.

It's giving Dollar Tree.

- Mm.

That's fine.

What do you want?

The scrapbook that Addison
had Sally take?

Mm-hmm.

She didn't destroy it.
I have it.

And Uncle Jack just rolled up
on me in my own house

to tell me that Foreman,
the fake FBI agent,

- is dead and his body--
I'm done.

Excuse me?
- I am done.

I am done with the threats.

I'm done with the people dying.

- I'm giving up.
- What?

I'm retreating
to my mansion

with my rich white husband

that I glommed on to because
I'm a failure and a coward.

- Did I get that right?
Listen, fine.

You were right, like always.

You can't just tap out now.

I'm not tapping out.

I'm focusing on my family,

like everyone thinks
that I should.

Please, just listen.

This scrapbook has
some weird shit in it.

It's not a bunch
of accidents like Abby's.

There were two
he was focused on.

He left clues.

What clues?

"Excelsior"--he wrote it
next to their obituaries.

So the letter that he left is
connected to the scrapbook?

What do you--

Mariah, you there?

Actually, I don't care.

You were right.

This shit is wrecking
all of our lives.

My children's lives
were threatened.

I don't want to hear shit
about this anymore.

What happened to the truth?

You want to get
to the bottom of this

as much as I do, Mariah.
I don't--

Fuck.

You having fun?

I am now,

now that I beat your ass
in Skee-Ball

and got some tickets with it.

This got to be,
like, 300 or 400.

- What that get me?
Top shelf.

Oh, yeah, that one
right there.

Oh, yeah.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

For me?

It's so cute.

Yeah, not as cute as you.

Damn. That's my boys.

I gotta dip.

Um, my friend was
saying something

about a house party tonight.

You know anything
about that?

Yeah, at the Johnsons'.

I'll be there.

Bet.

I'll see you later, then.

This mean
you're over Anthony?

Who's that?

Let's go.

- What?
- What?

What do you mean, what?

Why are you here?
I'm busy.

I wouldn't be here if you
just picked up your phone.

Well, obviously
I'm avoiding you.

Obviously.

Why?

Because I've run out of ways
to tell you and Mariah

I don't want to be
in your investigation.

I don't to be involved
in your investigation.

I don't want to hear
any of your theories.

Y'all go be Nancy Drew
somewhere else.

I have the scrapbook.

Sally didn't burn it.

Yeah, I got your voicemail
and your text messages.

You've successfully
established that Sally

is an unreliable drunk.

Jovan Trellis,
Bethany Derry.

Dad was fixated on them.

He left me clues to let me know
he went to their funerals.

He gave a eulogy at Jovan's.

He went to their funerals?

This scrapbook isn't random.

It's not just some weird
obsession of some madman.

There's forethought.
There's planning.

Well, sounds like you got it
all figured out.

I don't.

But I think you already
figured it all out.

You didn't try to get rid
of the scrapbook

because you thought
the judge was crazy.

You tried to get rid of it
because you knew he wasn't.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah.

I know more
than what I've said,

but I haven't told you
for good reason.

And what reason is that?

Because I'm trying
to protect you and Mariah,

to keep y'all
out of this shit.

Keep me out of it?

Do you understand
what's going on here?

I'm already in it
up to my neck.

I'm fucking drowning.

- Man, listen to me.
- No, you listen.

People have died because
of whatever the judge was into.

You keeping his secret
isn't keeping me safer.

It's putting me in more danger.

So no more spinning,
no more explanations,

no more rationalizing.

Tell me what you know.

- I can't.
- Tell me!

Oh, did you just--

Fucking tell me now.

You don't want
to do this, bro.

Trust me. Fuck, man.

Stop!

Shit.

Something happens to me...
it's on you.

My blood will be
on your hands.

I try to be a humble man,

but I don't think
a better-looking steak

has ever been cooked.

If you're watching this,
you're watching perfection.

Dinner's ready!

Oh, we have
a third dinner guest?

Yes. This is John Edwards.

He'll need his own
table setting,

thank you very much.

You want me to serve
John Edwards?

- Yeah.
- I don't think so.

With extra potatoes.

Mmm.

This is really good, Dad.

I'm glad you like it.

Oh, gosh, the asparagus
is so delicious.

What did you season it with?

Salt and pepper.

I thought you didn't
really like asparagus.

I like yours.

Guess you got
the Midas touch.

How was the arcade?
Did you have a good time?

Yeah, it was fun.

You know, I was thinking,

we haven't been clamming
in a long time.

Maybe we can go down
to the beach later and...

or we could go into town
and rent a DVD.

No, actually, I was...

hoping to go hang out.

With who?

Just some friends my age.

Is that why you insisted
on coming here?

None of this was about us
spending time together, was it?

No, Dad, I just--

Abigail, at least have
the courtesy to be honest

and say that coming here
was all a ploy

for you to hang out
with your friends.

Fine.

I want to hang out
with my friends.

- Can I go?
- No.

For, like, an hour?

When I say, no, I mean no.

And take
that damn thing with you.

His name is John Edwards.

He'll be the first person
I ever vote for,

and it'll cancel out
the vote

for whatever Republican asshole
you're supporting.

Damn it.

Who are you?

So do I push the deadline,

or do I cave
and give him more money?

Oh, fire him.

I have a list of balloon guys
that I work with that I love.

Ah, I knew
you would have an answer.

- I'll give you the number.

Is everything OK?
- You know what?

You want to go on in
and save me a seat?

- I'll meet you in there.
- Sure.

Cook County Correctional.

Hi, may I speak
to Sharik Deveaux, please?

An inmate.

Ma'am, this isn't a hotel.

Yes, I am aware
that this isn't a hotel

and I can't just call
and speak to an inmate.

But this is
an extenuating circumstance.

I'm sorry,
but our policies don't allow--

Listen, if you deliver
a message to Sharik,

I will pay you
your month's salary right now.

Uh, that's not--

Two months.

Yeah, I'm fucking serious.

What's your routing number?

Fine, three months.

♪ Say my name ♪

♪ A lot of others done tried ♪

♪ But they just ain't
The same ♪

♪ Ain't the same ♪

♪ Let's be honest
Alive is to play the game ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, play the game ♪

♪ Not gon' lie
Sometimes I sit and wonder ♪

♪ Trying to do what I gotta
To keep from going under ♪

♪ Just can't let the reaper
Call my number ♪

♪ I'm bending corners ♪

♪ Trying to keep them people
Off my bumper ♪

♪ You know my steelo
Zero degrees cold ♪

♪ Streets losing amigos ♪

♪ Everybody looking
For cheat codes ♪

♪ Got to beat the system ♪

♪ Wake up early
In the morning ♪

♪ Like the King is risen ♪

♪ If you from where I'm from ♪

♪ Then you can beat the isms ♪

♪ Package up this game
For the low-low ♪

♪ Been in the dojo ♪

♪ World moving in slo-mo... ♪

What's that gonna be, a barn?

-A castle.
Wow.

Yeah, I see it, a castle
for a prince named Bentley.

Daddy, I miss you.

Daddy misses you too.

You're gonna be
back home real soon.

And Mommy and Daddy are gonna
work something out, OK?

I'll talk to you
tomorrow, buddy.

Love you.

Bye, Daddy. Love you.

If I was gonna hurt you,

I wouldn't have
rang the doorbell...

or brought all the ingredients
for pad thai.

So you gonna
invite me in or what?

- This seems stupid.
What seems stupid?

Letting you
into my house,

the woman that's been chasing
and following me for weeks.

Like, I'm trying to figure out
if I'm really this dumb.

I'd say you're pretty smart if
you like delicious Asian food.

Can you open
that bottle of wine?

Look, I'm sure you have
a ton of questions,

and I'm gonna answer
what I can,

but I'd just rather do it with
a glass of pinot in my hand.

Thanks, handsome.

All right.

Who are you?

I'm someone people hire

when they want
something very badly

but they'd like to remain
anonymous while they get it.

The arrangements.

It's my job to convince you
to hand them over.

Who hired you?

Let's call them
foreign interests.

They're kind of like
the good guys.

I mean, not like
the great guys,

but they're a lot better
than everybody else,

better than Jack Ziegler,
that's for sure.

What are the arrangements?

I can't say too much
without compromising

my employer's identity.

Thought you were gonna be
straight up with me.

I'm trying.

I'm sorry
if I'm being cagey.

But truthfully,
I don't know that much

in the first place,
Talcott.

You can just call me Tal.

Tal.

The arrangements are
information, I think,

secret information
that your dad had collected.

I get the impression he was
using it as collateral.

Collateral?
Like blackmail collateral?

Possibly.
I don't know.

Feels like I don't even know
who my father was anymore.

Hey.

Maybe I never really did.

Hey, look at me.

Don't let this shit change
how you feel about your family.

The arrangements issue
is temporary.

But family is forever.

In the end, all you'll have
are memories of your dad.

That's what matters.

Now, go on
and set the table.

This comes together
pretty quick.

♪ Yo, shake
Dat ting, Miss Cana, Cana ♪

♪ Shake dat ting
Yo, Annabella ♪

♪ Shake dat ting
Miss Donna, Donna ♪

♪ Yo, Miss Jodi
An' di one named Rebecca ♪

♪ Yo, shake dat ting
Yo, Joanna ♪

♪ Shake dat ting
Miss Cana, Cana ♪

♪ Dutty, yeah, yo
Yo, ayy, waan mi go so den ♪

♪ Sexy ladies
Want par with us ♪

♪ In a the car with us ♪

♪ Them nah war with us ♪

♪ In a the club
They want flex with us... ♪

We do need to take
a majority vote, so...

Cook County Correctional.

I'll accept the charges.

Hello.

Hey, Sharik.
It's me, Mariah Denton.

How's it going?

How the fuck
you think it's going?

Why did you plead guilty?

This new court-appointed lawyer
said it was

the only shot I had
at not spending

the rest of my life
up in here.

But you didn't do it.

What the fuck else
I was supposed to do?

You stopped paying
for the other lawyer.

Sharik, listen, I can--
I can---I can come see you.

We can figure
something else out.

Hold up, there ain't no we.
You ain't up in here. I am.

And the day
y'all walked up in here,

I actually let myself believe

that y'all was trying
to help me.

And I should've known better,
'cause rich people

only give a shit
about theyself

or other rich people.

Sharik, I was trying
to help you.

I believe in your innocence.

OK, we can--I mean I can--

- let me think.
- Goodbye, Ms. Denton.

Is everything all right?

So that wasn't you.

- Seriously?
Seriously.

I didn't even know the pawn
was a thing until just now.

Well, some secret agent
you are.

Yeah, I know.
I totally missed it.

You really have no idea
who that could have been?

Mm-mm.

What about the silver Audi?

What about it?

I mean,
I know it wasn't you.

I definitely saw
a guy driving.

You know anything,
or did you miss that too?

No, I didn't miss it.

So who is it?

It's not really
my place to say.

What about the--
- I see you hated it.

Oh, it was very good.
Sorry.

Don't apologize.

I was fishing for compliments,
so I appreciate it.

I was a latchkey kid.

Figured if I was gonna have
to fend for myself,

I might as well learn
to make something better

than boxed mac and cheese.

Where were your parents?

My dad was in the military,
deployed a lot.

My mom was
an English professor,

night classes mostly.

I was really happy
to get an assignment

that involved an academic
who reminded me of her.

That's what I am,
an assignment.

What, you thought
you were a date?

Anyway,
you've heard my pitch.

You've eaten my food.

I really hope you bring us
the arrangements.

I'm not just blowing smoke
when I say I really do believe

we're your best option.

So what happens now?

I clean up and get
the hell out of here.

No, no, I mean,

we just go back
to cat and mouse,

you chasing me?

Don't think of it
as chasing.

You literally chased me
throughout the city.

OK, that was...
a miscalculation on my part.

I probably should have
approached you

- like this earlier.
Yeah.

Making dinner would have
been a much better start.

Lesson learned.

In terms of me
chasing you,

think of it more like
me having your back.

I don't want to see you
get hurt any more

than you already have been.

Yes, I want
the arrangements

but not at the expense
of your safety.

Will I see you again?

If you find the arrangements,
I'll be there.

Otherwise, if I'm doing
my job right, you won't.

There's still a whole 'nother
bottle of wine right there.

I don't think so.

One more glass.

One more glass.

OK, moving on.

Next on the agenda
is sponsorships.

Is something wrong, Mariah?

Why are we talking
about sponsors?

Your husband is the CFO
of a Fortune 500 company.

You are on the board at Boeing.

And you are literally
a fucking Vanderbilt.

Through marriage.

We--we spend all of the time
at these meetings

going over the most vapid,
inconsequential bullshit

when we could be
spending this time

doing real, important work.

And you want to talk
about sponsors?

Sponsors?

We're rich!
Write a motherfucking check!

I'm finished.

Good luck with the gala.

I'm sure it'll be mediocre,
just like your children.

I am--
I am so sorry.

She's had a lot
going on personally, so...

Oh.

Tapped.

That might be
a good thing.

We are way past
one more glass at this point.

You turned out to be...

pretty strange, Talcott.

- Strange?
- No--

OK. Well, wow.

- No, I meant as an assignment.

As an assignment,
you're strange.

It's a compliment.

- No.
OK.

Most of my assignments
aren't people

I'd ever want
to spend time with,

so it's nice to be around
someone whose company I enjoy.

For me,
that makes you strange.

I wasn't gonna
say anything before,

but two bottles
of wine later,

why did your wife leave?

I'm sorry.

That's none of my business.

No. No, it's fine.

I think the best way
to put it is,

- she chose herself.
Mm.

Her career, her goals,
her desires.

Um, she cheated.

And after it finally
drove me a little crazy

and I started standing up
for myself, she...

used that
as an excuse to leave.

How are you holding up?

- It's weird.
- Hmm.

I feel abandoned, but I also
feel a little relieved.

Hmm.

I spent so long
letting her lead.

Might be kind of cool to
figure out my own shit again.

Who knows what the future
holds, right?

The future.

Past.

What about right now?

Mm...

You're using me,
aren't you?

Does it matter?

♪ How could I tell you no ♪

♪ You know you get
Anything you want... ♪

Hey, turn those off.

We're going to the Circuit.

You don't have to come,
but y'all need to get

the hell up out of here.

- Let's go.
Aw, come on.

What's the Circuit?

It's the street with
all the nightclubs on it.

You going?

You too. And you.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Actually, I should
probably head home.

If my dad noticed I snuck out,
he's gonna be worried.

Mm.

But if you're
around tomorrow,

maybe we can get
some ice cream

or go to the beach
or something?

Yeah, that sounds fun.

Give me your phone.

Call me.

This was nice.

It was.

I got to go,
for real this time.

Are you sure there's
nothing I can say

to make you stay
a little longer?

I'm onto you.

You play the quiet
college professor, but...

- you got game.

I'm not falling for it twice.

It's me.

OK.

I thought
about what you said.

And?
- And let's meet.

When?

Now.

I'm at a diner down the street.

I'll text you the address.

You good?

Yeah, but I got to go--now.

What's up?

Family stuff.

Uh, I'm sorry to rush you.

I was on my way out.

You gonna follow me?

Yeah, I'm definitely
gonna follow you.

I mean, since we're headed
to the same place,

would it be crazy
just to ride together?

Did you wire someone
$14,500 today?

I did.

Why?

Because I needed to bribe
a corrections officer

in order to speak
with Sharik Deveaux.

What the hell, Mariah?

What did we just talk about?

Howard, I tried.

I really did.

But I need to finish this.

This is who you are,

someone who puts themselves
and their family in danger?

Whatever trail Tal and I
are on has them spooked.

They are scared of what it is
that we are going to find out.

They want me to stop.

I can't let them.

They threatened our kids.

Yes, and if they killed
my father,

then we might still
be in danger.

The only way for this to end

is for me to uncover
the truth.

How does it end?

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

I'm not done.

We can upgrade
the security system,

we get a bodyguard
for the kids.

But I'm gonna finish this.

I got to go.

Mariah.

Please be careful.

I will.

I'm gonna give you guys
some privacy.

Mm-hmm.

Who's that?

A friend, sort of.

I don't know.
It's complicated.

What did you want
to tell me?

We're waiting for one more.

Please tell me
that is not the bitch

that was chasing us
all through the city.

She's not a bitch.

Jesus. Of course.

Leave it to Tal to be
caping for a woman

who tried to kill him.

She tried to kill you?

I thought you said
she was a friend.

I said it was complicated.

Still an improvement
over Kimmer, though.

I'm just saying.

Look, I want to apologize
to you guys.

I thought I was doing
something good

by keeping you
out of this.

I'm just gonna
say this one time,

and you all can do
whatever you want with it.

But a few years ago,

the judge invited me
to dinner,

and he put that scrapbook--
you know, the one

with all
the hit-and-run clippings.

He put it on the table.

And he handed me a folder
and wanted me to read it.

I read it, and--

And it freaked me out.

Why? What did it say?

It was some kind
of private eye report.

The judge was working
with somebody

to find Abby's killers.

Well, that's not necessarily
a bad thing.

Why?
Why did it freak you out?

'Cause he figured out
who killed Abby.

What?
Who?

Just wait.

I'll get into all that.

No, I wasn't
freaked out because...

the judge was looking
for Abby's killers.

I wasn't even
freaked out because...

he found who killed Abby.

Why, then?

I was freaked out...

...because the judge
had them killed.

Oh.

♪ But I know
Y'all wanted that 808 ♪

♪ Can you feel
That B-A-S-S, bass... ♪

♪ I like the way you move ♪

♪ I like the way you move
Whoo-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I love the way you move... ♪

I hope you had a damn good time

doing whatever
in God's name you--