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[Mariah] Previously on Emperor of Ocean Park...

Truth is, I'm having some problems

in the romance department.

So are you gonna invite me in or what?

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

What is this all about?

It's about you fucking my wife.

Get your hands off me! [grunts]

[Kimmer] You attacked my boss in public.

I told you there was nothing going on with him.

[person] You're letting Mariah's conspiracies

get into your head.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

[Tal] Silver Audi down there?

It's been following me.

Who are you?

[Oliver] This guy, he's ex-military?

[Jack] I know him from CIA, a field officer.

Now he's mine.

[Tal] Agent McDermott.

Or is it even McDermott,

since you're not an agent at all?

When you're ready to talk about Lisa, you call me.

I'll pick you up.

Red sedan.

Far end of the lot.

[explosion]

[onlooker] Someone was in that car!

What do you want to do if we find the wagon in there?

I want their parents to have to bury a child,

just like I did.

They figured out who killed Abby.

- What? - Who?

The judge had them killed.

I could use your help.

MKD Global versus Manalo.

The case is on our docket next month.

It is.

And how can I help?

A brilliant jurist like you,

I'm sure you already know the answer.

[dramatic music plays]

[tense music plays]

[brakes squeaking]

So... this is it?

Is what it?

I'm really not gonna see you again?

Just you spying on me with no more direct contact?

[chuckles] Yes to the spying.

No to the direct contact, as lovely as that was.

That's unfortunate.

There are other players in this game,

and they've got their eyes on you.

It's best for both of us if I stay away.

I guess we'll always have Pad Thai.

Yeah.

[chuckles] Yeah, we will.

I think you should have this.

How do I know this isn't spyware that shares

all my computer activity with your employers?

It's not about the arrangements.

I obtained a lot of information on your family--

pictures, videos, stuff like that.

I thought you should have it back.

So you hacked me.

It's my job.

You guys have already lost a lot.

I wanted to give you something to remind you

of the good times.

Thank you.

See you around.

[tense music plays]

[door slams, engine starts]

[Howard] You really think your dad could...

...murder two teenagers for revenge?

Yeah.

Addie wouldn't lie about something like that.

And, frankly, it all makes sense.

I mean... [scoffs]

I don't even know what to say.

Honor, duty, justice.

[scoffs] What a load of bullshit.

I mean, if someone hurt our kids,

I would definitely think about doing the same thing.

Yeah, you'd think about it, and I would too.

And then we'd come to our senses and call the police.

You think we should?

Call the police?

I'm not snitching on my dad, Howard.

You know, he's dead.

So are Abby's killers.

It wouldn't do any good.

And I was just...

so sure that he was the victim,

that he was this martyr.

Hey.

Silver lining-- maybe this will finally

allow you to accept his death, move on.

Or...

"Or"?

There's no "or," Mariah.

Or take a look at it from a different perspective.

OK, that's not what I was trying to say at all.

I mean, I have been so tunnel vision through all of this.

I've been looking at all the shady people

that he was dealing with when, really,

maybe I should just be looking at him.

Hmm.

- [sizzling] - [bell dings]

Everything good, Judge?

Superb, as usual.

[chuckles]

Can I get the check when you have a moment?

Already taken care of.

I can't let you do that.

Not me.

The gentleman in the booth.

You really shouldn't have.

I can't buy breakfast for a friend?

Favors from you tend to come with strings attached.

You've become a very hard man to get a hold of.

What do you want, Jack?

I think you know.

The MKD Global case you're hearing this morning?

I can't discuss that with you.

It would be a massive breach of judicial ethics.

No discussion needed.

MKD Global must win.

Simple.

If the facts of the case reports such a ruling, then--

The facts are irrelevant.

I'll be eagerly anticipating your ruling.

[upbeat music playing over speakers]

[Reyes] But the plaintiff has failed to show injury

or to establish that Mr. Manalo even had access

to proprietary information.

Preemptively suing Mr. Manalo for theft

of intellectual property is a frivolous corporate maneuver

that failed in the lower courts on the merits.

This appeal is an extraordinary waste

of the court's valuable time.

I think if we look at the pertinent case law,

this court will have serious questions on standing.

We request that the lower court's

sanctions order is upheld,

as well as the additional sanctions--

[ominous music plays]

Reyes was very impressive and compelling and persuasive.

Not to mention, she's absolutely right.

The suit is frivolous, premature,

and we should summarily rule against MKD Global.

Toss the whole thing with prejudice.

Let the lower court's opinion stand.

You don't seem convinced.

I've been at this a long time.

It'll take more than an impassioned lawyer to sway me.

What's the legal precedent?

Well, the contract's too broad to be enforceable.

The whole case is a transparent attempt to bleed Manalo dry

and stifle competition.

Sir, this is open-and-shut.

It lacks merit.

That's for me to decide.

Bring me the relevant case law, and I'll take it from there.

[tense music plays]

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

[fading footsteps, door opens]

As I've mentioned, exhuming a body

is a complicated ordeal.

There's layers of red tape, not to mention the cost.

The cost is immaterial.

And I will cut through the red tape quickly.

Is that what I need to fill out?

Yes, but, ma'am, I'm not sure you have

the authority to authorize this.

He is my father.

What are you talking about?

[thunder rumbles]

Uncle Mal?

What are you doing here?

They called me.

Said I better get down here because someone was inquiring

about exhuming my client's body.

Well, it's good that you're here.

You can help.

Well, why on Earth would you think I'd be

on board with something so obscene?

Because we need to know how he died.

Mariah, honey, we already know--

Don't "Mariah, honey" me.

He had a heart attack.

Yes, maybe.

I agree that that's a possibility.

Let's prove it.

There's nothing left to prove.

You have to let this go.

My father is dead, Mal...

and I don't know why.

I can't let this go until I know for sure.

I feel for you.

- I really do. - Then help me.

There's no way in hell we're digging up your father's body!

You know, as executor of your dad's estate,

I can call his doctor and have them

explain to you how things like this

happen to men like the judge--

I already have his medical records.

And do you even know what you're looking at?

You're not a doctor.

Neither am I.

Look, I'll call the doctor.

They'll be expecting you.

[thunder rumbles]

Oliver, if you don't get that thing out of my face!

[Oliver laughs] Just--just trying to capture

your beauty for posterity.

[Claire] Come on.

- [Claire laughs] - [mouse clicks]

[Mariah] He's going to be the next president.

Is that what this is about?

John Edwards?

He hasn't even announced he's running.

[Mariah] Oh, any day now.

And when he does, we're ending poverty

and getting universal health care.

[Oliver] How did I end up with you as a daughter?

Karmic punishment for all your evil doing, obviously.

[both chuckling]

[somber music plays]

[Claire] You can do it, Tal.

I got it!

[Oliver] Go, go, Mariah!

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 are 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.

[Oliver] You want me to serve John Edwards?

[Mariah] Yeah.

- [Oliver] I don't think so. - [notification chimes]

[Oliver laughs]

[notification chimes]

[dramatic music plays]

[tires squealing]

[line ringing]

[honking]

[tires squealing]

[honking]

[Kimmer] You have reached the voicemail

of Kimberly Madison-Garland.

Please leave a detailed message.

[Tal] Bentley's in danger.

Call me back right now.

And whatever you do, don't take your eyes off him,

not even for a second.

[line ringing]

[Jack] Hello, Talcott.

Have you found the arrangements?

My son, he's in trouble.

They're watching him. Who is it?

What are you talking about?

Someone sent me a text

with a picture of Bentley playing,

telling me I had 24 hours to produce the arrangements.

No one wants the arrangements more than you, Jack.

Was it you threatening Bentley, you piece of shit?

If it is, I swear to fucking God, Jack.

[Jack] I had nothing to do with it.

But I will find out who did.

Sure, because you're protecting my family, right?

[Jack] Anyone who touches that child

will have to answer to me.

That's not good enough.

It's the best I can do

until you find the arrangements.

Would you forget about the fucking arrangements?

[Jack] This will not end until they're found.

Fuck! Fuck!

[tires squealing]

[Oliver] Chief Justice Roosevelt.

You've known me for a decade now, Oliver.

I think you can call me Stephen.

Seeing you on the golf course is a bit different

than a chat with the chief justice.

Well, I won't lie.

I prefer seeing you on the green as well.

I wanted to ask about that conflict of interest form

you sent out.

Is there a problem?

Well, I admire your honesty.

A stock sale or two is not reason enough

for recusal at this late date.

You've already heard arguments.

These things usually get submitted when a case

first appears on the docket.

The financial entanglements didn't come to my attention

until recently.

I understand.

But this is highly unusual.

Replacing you will interfere with the defendant--

Get me off of this case.

Please.

[uneasy music plays]

Is something going on?

♪ ♪

Only the financial matters.

That's all?

I'm begging you, Stephen.

Take me off of this.

Whatever you have to say is your reasoning,

just do it, this one time.

This case, for me, it's--it's not right.

If it's just the matter you presented,

then I can't approve your recusal.

This case is too high profile for something so irregular.

Look, I admire your honesty, though.

Your father was decent.

That's how I remember him.

Our disparate politics aside,

he was always very supportive of me and this practice.

He trusted me, even when I was young and just starting out.

Yeah, he was a freakin' saint.

I am looking for something that can

tell me whether or not my father

died from natural causes.

Do you suspect something other than natural causes?

He was eating healthy, exercising regularly.

I have the results of his last seven physicals,

and none of the notes said

"about to drop dead of a heart attack."

Records rarely tell the full story.

They lack the narrative context.

What do you mean?

I did an ultrasound of your father's heart

about five years ago

when he was complaining about shortness of breath--

Yeah, I--I read that report.

It showed only minor irregularities five years ago.

Minor, but potentially progressive.

He needed a valve replacement.

He said he was too old.

He wouldn't even consult with a thoracic surgeon.

Black men and doctors--

we are still fighting that battle.

Your father's age and a litany of comorbidities

contributed to a massive coronary event.

That's how your father died.

Mariah...

I know grief does not like simple answers.

Is there anyone that you can talk to?

No.

Um, I mean... that won't be necessary.

I'll--I'll be fine.

Thank you.

OK.

Oh, thank God.

Daddy!

Hey, buddy.

It is so good to see you.

[front door opens]

[Kimmer] Bentley?

Go inside with your Aunt Lindy.

I said I'd talk when I'm ready.

Look.

What do your father's arrangements

have to do with Bentley?

Nothing, but whoever sent this,

they want the arrangements now.

Or else they may try to--

God.

But this is what I've been trying to tell you, Kimmer.

This is real.

I know you've been preoccupied with the nomination--

Look, look, I don't care about anything

except Bentley's safety, OK?

And my nomination chances have gone up in smoke anyway, so.

What, the nomination's up in smoke?

The reporters have been snooping around Marc.

It's what they do when there's about to be a big announcement.

It's over.

Obviously, there are more important things

and people to worry about.

What are we gonna do?

You both need to come with me.

We can go someplace safe.

With you?

It seems we'd be safer without you.

Look, you have something these people want.

And if you run off with Bentley, they'll follow you.

The safest thing you can do is to stay away from both of us.

The thing is, I still don't have what they want.

I'm no closer to finding the arrangements.

You're smart.

You'll think of something.

You have to.

[ominous music plays]

Hey, Susan, could you go clean the, um, kitchen island?

I spilled some wine, and I don't want the marble to stain.

I need this.

It has already been a very long day.

OK?

I just keep thinking about my dad and his death.

This is so confusing.

Hmm.

"Hmm."

What does that mean?

You're confused because you're fearing the truth.

Americans, you all fear it.

But truth is vicious animal that no man can outrun.

A predator.

When I was girl...

my village was ravaged by the winds of war.

Boys as young as 15

left home, never to return.

Sorrow greeted me every morning like...

good old friend who never left my side.

Each night, I stared at black night sky,

my numbness as vast

as the endless dark above me.

Except there was moon, Mariah.

A bit of light, usually.

There was sometimes full moon,

sometimes half, crescent.

And then there was no moon.

I asked my mother...

"Mama, where does the moon go?"

She say...

"Sometimes it is here.

Sometimes it is gone.

That is the way of life.

Go do chores."

Sometimes here, sometimes gone.

That is the way of life.

Yeah.

That's life.

We should talk more often.

Half pound of the oven-roasted turkey, please,

thin sliced.

Make sure you watch your weight.

They cheat you sometimes.

Judge Garland, I didn't think you lived around here.

Well, my grandkids had a playdate over here.

I thought that, uh, I'd take care of some errands

before I had to pick them up.

Ah.

You, uh, catch that Cubs game?

I'm a Sox fan.

- [chuckling] - Oh.

Your name came up the other day,

when I was having lunch with Judge Zimmerman,

of the Eighth Circuit?

She was really impressed with the way you handled

that employment discrimination case last year.

She is a huge, huge fan of yours.

Good to know.

It's a much fairer court, from what I can see.

Sir, not to be rude, but I'm uncomfortable

with this level of ex parte conversation.

Apologies.

Um, I was just thinking out loud.

Oh, thank you.

Take this case elsewhere.

You cannot argue this in front of me.

Our--our arguments are sound,

if that's what you're concerned about.

Apply for a change of venue.

Do it today.

And I'll make sure it happens.

Your Honor, you're hurting my arm.

[uneasy music plays]

Daddy!

[Oliver] This will not end.

[tires squeaking]

[suspenseful music plays]

[phone vibrates]

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Uh, just packing up some of Dad's shit.

- What's up? - I need you to meet me.

It's Bentley. He's in danger.

What? What happened?

I got a threat.

I'll explain.

Oh, my God.

It's OK.

I know where to get the arrangements.

[soft chuckle]

Can Jack and I have a moment?

Of course.

Jack, always good to catch up.

Always lovely to see you, Claire.

Why are you here?

Why are you acting like such a fool?

A conflict of interest?

Orchestrating run-ins with defense counsel?

- How'd you hear about that? - Irrelevant.

- We had a deal. - Did we?

Or did you just say jump and expect me to ask how high?

You're being stubborn.

I don't like feeling like I'm under somebody's thumb.

I might just be the slightest bit angry

that someone I considered a friend is blackmailing me.

This is an exchange of favors.

I did you a favor.

Now I'm asking for a favor in return.

How long until my debt is repaid?

It doesn't work like that.

I worked too hard and for too long to get here.

I'm not giving up my voice for you.

You have plenty of cases I don't care about.

You can showcase your judicial brilliance with those.

This is just business.

I'll see myself out.

[ominous music plays]

[Mariah] Why did we have to meet here?

[Tal] Public is better.

Noise is better.

They might be watching and listening, both--

I don't know.

So do you really have the arrangements?

No, not exactly.

[scoffs]

But I have to say that on the phone

because I need whoever might be listening

to think that I have the arrangements.

Why?

Because I'm gonna give 'em to 'em.

You just said that you don't have them.

I don't technically, but they don't know that.

So I'm gonna give them whatever appears

to be the arrangements.

Decoy arrangements?

But I thought they were with, um,

Lisa's boyfriend or whatever.

I got a plan for that too.

Minor detail, though-- we don't know what

the arrangements are, let alone what they look like

or what form they're in.

So what exactly are you going to give them?

I don't know yet.

I haven't gotten that far.

Yeah, well, it's pretty crucial

that you get it right, Tal.

Otherwise they're gonna immediately know

that the arrangements are bogus.

I know.

And then not only will they still want

the real arrangements,

they're going to be pissed at you,

and you'll be in even more danger.

Damn, I said I know, Mariah.

But this threat came with a ticking clock.

I don't have the luxury of time.

I gotta make this shit up on the fly.

Instead of poking holes,

why don't you contribute a solution?

What if--what if there was a way to get ahead of them?

And we use the fake arrangements, like you said.

Then we flip it on them.

OK, so what does that mean?

So we use it as a trap.

We stall them.

We draw them out into the daylight,

shine a spotlight on their identity,

and then we use that

to stay one step ahead, protect ourselves.

Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?

No. Let--let your big sister cook.

I'm gonna need a couple of hours.

I'll be in touch.

What--what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go find Lisa and her boyfriend.

[door closes]

You may be seated.

[sighs]

While this court appreciates the burden of a corporation

protecting itself from espionage,

the idea that this case rises to that

is a ludicrous misapplication of contract law,

and I quote the defense by saying,

"A waste of this court's valuable time."

We grant the defendant's motion for dismissal.

[gavel bangs]

[suspenseful music plays]

Any time you just wanna pop out of there

and explain yourself, feel free, man.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

[line ringing]

- [Dana] Hey. - Dana, can you meet up?

I need to run something by you in person.

[Dana] Whatever it is, it can wait, dude.

Marc Hadley is about to get

his ass handed to him right now.

You're gonna want to be here for that--trust me.

Excellent. Just what I need.

[teller] OK.

This will live in the vault, which is just to your right

when you come in, and everything's

in numerical order.

This key is yours.

The other key stays at the bank.

It takes both keys to open the deposit box.

Thank you.

And then just to clarify, uh,

do I need just the key to access,

or are there other security measures?

The deposit vault has cameras,

and you'll also need to show photo ID.

Perfect.

[suspenseful music plays]

[lock chirps]

Marc.

Headed into the meeting, I guess?

Well, they're not even letting me attempt to defend myself.

There's no due process.

[scoffs] What a joke, right?

I didn't do what they're accusing me of.

It's complicated,

but I have a perfectly logical explanation.

And if I was just given the chance--

They're probably waiting on me.

I--I could really use an advocate in there, Tal.

You know me.

I do know you, Marc.

I know you quite well.

[phone vibrating]

[Mariah] Hey, did you talk to Dana yet?

Uh, on my way now.

What's up?

Well, I don't wanna put any more things on your plate,

but, um...

[Tal] But what?

...didn't you say that you threw a hammer

at an Audi that had been following you?

Yeah, why?

Because I just saw a car

exactly like the one you described

with a big hammer-like dent in the back.

Saw the driver too.

Who? What? Who was it?

Um, tallish Black guy, 6'4".

Young, attractive--

very attractive.

All right, calm down, Stella.

It's not a chance for you to get your groove back.

I'm being stalked.

Can you tell me anything else? Any defining features?

Not really.

All right, then.

Let's talk about it later.

- I gotta go. - All right.

I'll meet you at the office as soon as I get

the rest of the stuff for tonight.

[indistinct chatter]

So he never graduated law school?

Forged his transcripts and diploma, apparently.

Investigators dug it up when he was being vetted.

And now there's rumors the dude cheated on the bar too.

You gotta be kidding.

New York Times, Washington Post,

The Atlantic are all dropping stories.

That's what this meeting's about, man.

Vote his ass off the island.

Wouldn't we be having a disciplinary hearing first?

Well, no.

No one ever survives a hearing with their job.

If it's voted for, he'll have to resign.

Wasn't this meeting supposed to start ten minutes ago?

You got somewhere to be?

Yeah, sort of.

That's what I needed to talk to you about.

- OK. - Talcott.

You're back.

Any chance you've, uh, explored any

of your favorite legal reference texts lately?

No, I was informally suspended, remember?

Hmm.

You really should brush up.

Great way to pass the time

while you're away from the classroom.

All right, let's settle down, people.

You all know why we're here.

I assume you've all heard the rumors.

Lest this become a 12 Angry Men situation,

let me get right down to a vote and see where we are.

Any objections?

OK.

Per the university protocol, any faculty member

suspected of misrepresenting academic credentials

is subject to dismissal pending a disciplinary hearing.

That hearing process begins only when

there's a 2/3 vote of all tenured

departmental faculty to proceed.

So, by show of hands, all those in favor

of initiating the disciplinary hearing

procedure for Associate Professor Marc Hadley.

Oh.

Made it in for this, huh?

Oh, fuck it.

It's basically all of you.

OK, we're done here.

So what did you want to talk to me about?

I need you to do me a favor.

Another one?

Yeah.

You're the only person I trust

with this kind of stuff.

You are lucky I like you.

Favors get people in trouble.

Yeah, well...

OK.

I'll have more coffee when you get a moment.

No problem.

Metro Section, C7, above the fold.

Good morning to you too, Jack.

Just go to the page.

[sighs]

[ominous music plays]

There's a case concerning the National

Water Rights Foundation on your docket.

I look forward to reading your decision.

Here you go.

Will you be ordering anything, sir?

No, thanks.

I just wanted to have a quick chat with an old friend.

Have a lovely day.

[dramatic music plays]

It is the finding of this court

that the National Water Rights Foundation

has a reasonable claim to ownership

of the water rights in question

and that the Farmers' Association,

while their frustration is understandable,

are in error.

The verdict stands.

[gavel bangs]

I can still make my tee time.

Care to join?

No.

I have work to do.

[ominous music plays]

I need the paperwork on the Manalo case.

I'd like to review it for my personal files.

[Greg] Of course, sir.

I was just about to file it.

I wasn't initially sure where you were coming from

with your decision, but your interpretation

of water law was a masterpiece.

When you know where you need to go,

sometimes it's just a matter of figuring out

how to get there.

Greg, before you leave for the day,

can you show me how to use the scanner?

[suspenseful music plays]

[scanner beeps]

I'll admit, key in a box is better

than any idea I've had.

And giving the ID at the bank could be a nice touch.

But what do they find if they make it

all the way to the safety deposit box?

I burned a shitload of random encrypted

financial files from my days at The Tribune onto a CD.

It'll take them weeks before they decrypt it

and realize that it's bullshit.

Thought of everything.

All we gotta do is bury the key.

Well, technically, I gotta bury the key.

Thanks for doing this.

Yeah, anything for Bentley.

So I'm looking for Melvin Matthews' grave, yes?

Yeah, that's right.

You, uh, put the box in the ground

and then throw a pot of flowers or something

to disguise where you dug

and then get the hell out of there.

And somebody's gonna go dig this up?

Yeah, I am, later tonight.

I'm not committing a crime, right?

You're just putting a safety deposit key into the ground.

Nothing illegal.

Don't overthink it. OK?

We are counting on you, Dana.

You just need to keep your head down, do what we said.

No more questions.

You got this.

You are so hot when you're in this stern coach mode.

Dana.

OK. I'm out.

- Are you scared? - About tonight?

Terrified.

Yeah, me too.

I'm gonna come.

To the graveyard?

Yeah, I'm gonna be somewhere close by and out of the way.

What? No.

It's too dangerous. I can't let you--

I'm gonna fucking be there, Tal.

That's the guy.

What guy?

The guy in the Audi that you hit with the hammer.

The guy you said was chasing you?

[Tal] That makes no sense.

That's one of my students.

How sure are you?

One thousand percent, that is the guy.

[suspenseful music plays]

It's you.

Professor Garland.

I didn't see you there.

Why have you been following me?

Following you?

Stalking me for weeks,

following me around campus,

sitting outside my house.

I think you got me confused, Prof.

How'd you get that dent?

Uh, I don't know, man.

I'm just seeing it now.

License plate matches.

Have you been following my wife too?

Look, I don't wanna talk about this.

What do you know about the arrangements?

The what?

- Man, you trippin', man. - God damn it.

Tell me--

It's not about you!

It's not about arrangements

or whatever other shit you're talking about.

What's it about then?

Kimmer!

The building in that picture, the one she's leaving,

that's my building, my condo.

And that's not the first time she's been there.

You're the one she's been sleeping with.

I was interning at her firm, and one thing led to another.

She told you to leave her alone,

that fucking you was a mistake.

She didn't think it was a mistake--trust me.

Not until that judicial nomination

business came up.

A workplace sex scandal might hurt her chances.

Kimmer and her boss, Jerry, kept trying to get me

to sign the NDA, keep me quiet.

So, yeah, I may have lost it a bit

when I saw you with my woman.

Your woman?

You couldn't handle her.

You couldn't keep her, and you damn sure couldn't satisfy her.

[grunts]

[dramatic music plays]

All right.

We good?

Fuck, no.

[car door slams]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[notification chimes]

[somber music plays]

[notification chimes]

I didn't think I'd be getting a dinner invitation

from you until we were both ready for the nursing home.

- [laughs] - Maybe not even then.

I don't enjoy our current situation.

But I also don't throw friendships away lightly.

It's one of the things I admire most about you.

This doesn't mean I'm gonna start trying

to get you to see reason.

I wouldn't trust it if you did.

We haven't discussed the matter of payment.

I'm not interested in your money.

This isn't a mob deal.

I would have gone with something

a little less cliché,

but my accounts are being monitored.

By who?

Ah, Treasury and State have launched an investigation

into some of my affairs.

A few of my less measured decisions

abroad are coming back to haunt me.

Should I be concerned?

All ancient history.

Nothing to do with our current relationship.

[chuckles] And who would question

Oliver Garland and his unimpeachable morals?

I'll get you another drink.

Uh, want dessert?

No, thanks.

I--I have to be off.

There's another contract law case

coming to your appeals docket in the next few weeks--NDAs.

It's of interest to my associates.

I'll be in contact.

It's good to be working together.

It feels like college again, but without the hangovers.

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

You will too, eventually.

If you leave that here, it's going in the fire.

You earned it.

You do with it what you want.

Where did Abby want to go to college?

UNC.

Wonderful school.

I'm sure they'll be appreciative

of the Abby Garland Foundation.

[dramatic music plays]

I can't have that man in and out of our house

for the rest of our lives.

He won't be.

What are you up to?

Making some arrangements to ensure our future.

[Jack] There's another contract law case

coming to your appeals docket in the next few weeks--NDAs.

It's of interest to my associates.

I'll be in contact.

[dramatic music plays]

[thunder rumbling]

[ominous music plays]

[gun clicks]

Leave it right there.

I saw your car explode.

Did you see me in it?

Hand it over.

There was too much heat on you.

Too many eyes on me.

I figured I'd let you think I was gone,

follow, see where you led.

Hadn't counted on you being so damn slow.

So you thought you'd threaten my son?

It worked, didn't it?

Either you knew it was here the whole time,

or your brain finally started working

when you thought your kid was in danger.

The latter.

See?

That's why I do this for a living.

I thought you were working for Jack.

Hell no.

He's cheated me for years.

Truthfully, he's owned me for years.

When I get this, I'm free of him once and for all.

Lisa and her boyfriend,

right here the entire time.

Fucking finally.

Open it.

What is this?

Uh, I don't know.

[sighs]

Oh, come on, man. No, no, no, no.

I have a son.

Sorry.

[gunshots]

[groaning]

[gunshots continue]

[gasping]

[panting]

[groaning]

[Mariah] Tal? Tal?

Tal! [sobbing]

You complete idiot.

Don't you dare die on me.

[both speaking indistinctly]

[dramatic music plays]

Help!

[sobbing]

Help!

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