[Alison] Previously on The Affair...
[Helen] Are you living with her?
[Noah] No, Helen, I'm not.
I don't want her anywhere near my kids.
Well, you might not get to have everything you want, Helen.
I saw this in a shop window,
and I thought how beautiful it would look on your finger.
Yes, I want to marry you.
- Whitney. - What's she doing here?
I thought you weren't living together.
You have a family.
- Take off the ring, bitch! - Just stop!
- Take the fucking... - Stop that! Stop it!
[Alison] Do you think we're making a mistake?
My whole life I've been afraid of what
other people think of me, and I'm done.
It's a pot lozenge. For later.
She can't know I'm living with Alison.
Don't worry, Dad. I got you.
I am sending an email to my accountant
and telling him to send you $50,000.
I don't want to take any more money off you.
Noah, take it.
The sooner you and Helen get divorced,
the happier everyone will be.
Are you Noah Solloway? This is an action for divorce.
You're being served.
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♪ The echo I created ♪
♪ Outlasted my last breath ♪
♪ My voice it made an avalanche ♪
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♪ And when he died his widowed bride ♪
♪ Met your daddy and they made you ♪
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♪ Sink back into the ocean ♪
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♪ Be the wave that I am and then ♪
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♪ Be the wave that I am and then ♪
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[Gottlief] On Saturday, May 9th,
Noah Solloway returned to his wife and family
expressing regret and dismay over his recent betrayal
and asserted his wish to rebuild their...
Previously happy... Life together.
The very next day, May 10th...
After an unfortunate incident in which the husband
of his paramour pulled out a gun
right in front of his 17-year-old daughter,
Mr. Solloway returned abruptly, impulsively,
right back into the arms of said paramour.
He has done nothing but lie to, neglect,
and traumatize my client
and her four children ever since.
Mr. Solloway has opted to live in a single-room cabin
some 60 miles outside of the city.
60? You said six-zero?
I did, Your Honor. That's correct. Six-zero.
Way up the Hudson in... What is it?
Cold Spring, New York.
Which is just temporary, Your Honor.
[Gottlief] Right.
He purports that it's just temporary,
that it's all he can afford,
that he needs to finish his book,
that he needs the peace and quiet, et cetera, et cetera.
Meanwhile, two months later, the book still isn't finished,
the cabin still has one room,
still over an hour away from his kids,
but we digress.
Mr. Solloway has also purported,
in the presence of a mediator, documented,
that he was living alone
when, in fact... as discovered by his 17-year-old daughter,
sadly just last week...
He has been cozied up there with his paramour,
cohabitating with his paramour,
and even, shockingly, fantastically,
has proposed to this paramour
despite the fact that he's still married
to the mother of his four children.
Maybe it's just me,
but I have to ask why a man who claims
to want shared custody of his four children
who claims that he can't afford suitable housing
for these children is spending money
he does not have on a diamond engagement ring.
- Your Honor... - Now, to me,
there is absolutely no question, no doubt whatsoever
that Whitney and Trevor and Martin and Stacey
would be so much better off
in the full custody of their mother.
Visitation? Absolutely, of course.
But are we really going to ask these four kids
to split their time, to camp out
way up in the... in the woods three, four times a week
when they have a whole brownstone all to themselves?
A beautiful home right around the corner
from their school, right next to their friends?
- Hold it. - [Gottlief] Yes, please.
Did you say your client lives in a brownstone?
That is correct, with her four children.
[Judge Polk] A whole brownstone you said?
[Gottlief] Well, yes, but I don't think that that's...
Does your client own this "whole brownstone"?
[Gottlief] Not outright, Your Honor.
It was purchased through a trust in 2003.
And the neighborhood?
I'm sorry?
[Judge Polk] Where does your client live?
Park Slope.
Ah.
The lovely Park Slope.
And, uh, this building is worth approximately...
- Do we know? - Very difficult to say...
$3,175,000. Give or take.
That's off of recent sales,
comparable properties in the area.
[Judge Polk] Right.
The kids' school around the corner,
is that a private school?
Amazing.
Four judges in rotation, and we get stuck
with the one committed Bolshevik?
I thought you said Noah didn't want your parents' money.
That's what he said in mediation.
Was this before or after the Walden shtick?
"I just want to sit by my pond, me and my lonely laptop."
[sighs] We're gonna have to get together before next Friday,
your mother, your father, you, Ed Rhinehold,
go over everything, every asset, every...
Shit. I got a lunch back in the city.
- Are you gonna be okay? - Maybe.
If you stop saying "paramour."
If I...
I mean, what the fuck is that, Jon?
You said it 14 times.
Well, it happens to be the legal term for it,
but if you prefer, I could say
"concubine," "fuck buddy"?
- "Slut face"? - How about "cunt"?
- Cunt works for me. - Got it. I'll do that.
[cell phone buzzing]
I hate him so much.
Tell your folks I'll see them on Friday.
[cell phone buzzing]
[cell phone whooshing]
There you are.
Well, what do we think?
Of what?
Very funny.
Six minutes, Whitney.
- Isn't your train at one? - 1:40.
I told Augusto where I was going.
Somehow he'd never heard of Bryn Mawr,
but he's foreign, so I forgave that.
When I told him about my 50th reunion,
Augusto understood completely.
I'm transformed.
Noah wants money.
I'm sorry?
Were you gonna ask how the hearing went,
or would you like to talk about your hairdo some more?
I was. Of course I was going to ask.
I just assumed it went smoothly.
Well, it didn't.
When we were in mediation, it was going smoothly.
Now that we're in fucking court,
he's going for half of everything.
Half the money, half the house,
half the half-and-half.
That's ridiculous.
Well, our judge doesn't think so.
Apparently, we got the wrong one because...
he doesn't like rich people.
Well, clearly that's not fair.
Cheers.
I'll call Jon from the train.
We'll get a different judge, and even if we can't,
I can't imagine it's really a problem.
The house is under the trust.
Actually, I think it is a problem.
- Like, maybe a big problem. - Please.
One thing your father's good at is protecting his money.
Well, call him and tell him
Gottlief wants to meet on Friday.
He wants to sit down with...
I won't do that. I can't.
You can't sit down with your lawyer
and your business manager?
I can't ask your father to come on Friday.
Okay, fine, forget it. Go to your reunion.
- I would if... - Show off your new crazy hair.
I don't know where he is!
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What?
The last I heard, he was in Tulsa
with his former student.
Ina.
[car horn honks]
He says he's in love.
[car horn honks]
[Whitney] God, take it easy. We're coming.
Who has a Xanax for the Uber driver?
Whitney, you look very nice.
- Are we leaving? - Yes, we are.
I thought you didn't want to go.
I don't. Grandma is paying me.
[sighs]
♪ Melancholy music ♪
♪♪
[door closes]
[sighs]
[door opens and closes]
- [doorbell rings] - All right. I'm coming.
- [doorbell rings] - Coming.
Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
The kids home? They aren't home, right?
No.
Beautiful.
[both chuckle]
You know, when I didn't hear from you,
I figured this morning was rough.
Was it a complete and total nightmare?
Um, yeah, not my favorite.
How could it be?
- Here. - Oh.
You know, no matter how much you both want out,
there's still a truckload of pain in it.
The day of our hearing, Val and I went to the place
where we met, that bar, uh, Rudy's on Ninth,
and we just got absolutely shit-faced on tequila.
- Like passing out... - Together?
Yeah, I know. Gotta be better ways.
Which is why I told my partners I was taking a long lunch.
I cleared a full 90 minutes before I have to be back,
and we have an hour and ten minutes.
So that should be...
plenty of time.
- Hello. - Hello.
Would you like to fuck and then open your present
or open your present, then fuck?
How about open the present?
- Shit. - [both chuckle]
No, I mean, that's great. I'm kidding. It's great.
The present's amazing. I think you're gonna love it.
- Okay. - So come.
- Oh, look. - Yeah. Mm-hmm.
It's got, um, a unicorn.
Yup. Always had a thing for unicorns.
What? Is that a turnoff?
I found it in Katie's room. It's from some birthday.
- Buenos Aires? - [chuckles]
I went back and forth.
I thought maybe Morocco, Rio,
but, you know, we can change it, no problem.
I-I-I...
I don't know, holiday season seemed to make sense.
Yeah, I-it... I guess.
Trial should be all done by then.
You'll need a break.
- Right? Some R & R? - [sighs]
Uh, you don't look happy.
I am. I mean, this is amazing.
It's just, uh, I... It's... it's hard for me to...
[exhales sharply]
To think that far in advance, you know?
I have the store and the kids,
and I don't know what's gonna happen with custody, so...
It's a week. It's just a week.
They can stay with Noah.
- In his hut? - No, not in his hut.
In an apartment. I gave him 50 grand.
The guy can find a two-bedroom apartment and some bunk beds.
You gave him 50 grand?
Should I not have?
He said he was behind on his book, he needed some money.
I thought, "Okay, fine."
Right? Because the sooner he gets his life together,
the better it is for you.
For us.
Helen, you know, I was thinking about us.
Uh, I mean, he happens to be my friend too.
Yeah, I can't do this.
I'm sorry. I thought I could.
It's just... It's t... it's too fast,
and it's too confusing, and it just...
It just makes it feel not right.
♪ Somber music ♪
♪♪
It's the unicorns, isn't it?
Christ. I should have known.
I did know. Back in college.
The moment I saw you, I thought,
"That girl is too good for me.
She's too pretty. She's too rich."
For Noah too, but then, you know, you married him.
You fucking married him,
and I thought, "Okay, so...
I was wrong."
Then you deigned to fuck me, and I couldn't believe it.
I mean, here's this angel in my bed.
Who is also real and down-to-earth...
- All right, Max. Max... - and funny.
Turns out I was right the first time.
No one's good enough for you.
No one can make you fucking happy.
Noah left me, Max.
[sniffles]
♪ Lucinda Williams' "Changed the Locks" playing ♪
[door opens and closes]
♪♪
♪ I change the lock on my front door ♪
♪ So you can't see me anymore ♪
♪ And you can't come inside my house ♪
♪ And you can't lie down on my couch ♪
♪ I changed the lock on my front door ♪
♪♪
♪ I changed the number on my phone ♪
♪ So you can't call me up at home ♪
♪ And you can't say those things to me ♪
♪ That make me fall down on my knees ♪
♪ I changed the number on my phone ♪
♪♪
♪ I changed the kind of car I drive ♪
♪ So you can't see me when I go by ♪
♪ And you can't chase me up the street ♪
♪ And you can't knock me off of my feet ♪
♪ I changed the kind of car I drive ♪
♪♪
♪ I changed the kind of clothes I wear ♪
♪ So you can't find me anywhere ♪
♪ And you can't spot me in a crowd ♪
♪ And you can't call my name out loud ♪
♪ I changed the kind of clothes I wear ♪
♪♪
♪ I changed the tracks underneath the train ♪
♪ So you can't find me again ♪
♪ And you can't trace my path ♪
♪ And you can't hear my laugh ♪
♪ I changed the tracks underneath the train ♪
♪♪
How's business?
Helen.
I thought you had court today.
I did have court today.
Then I went home,
and then I figured that maybe I ought to come in here
and try to help sell some stuff.
You know, actually... maybe somebody will purchase something
since we haven't made a profit in over two years
and my ex-husband is determined to steal all my money.
Uh-oh. That bad?
[whispers] A customer.
Those things rock.
Can't quite tell what it is.
Oh.
Um, it's for oil and vinegar.
You put the vinegar... Vinegar here,
oil there, and then you, uh...
you tip it.
See?
Vinegar, oil.
♪ Curious music ♪
♪♪
It's very nice.
[car horn honks in the distance]
Well, it's revolutionary.
It will change the way you eat salad.
We usually use bottled dressing, but thank you.
It's very nice.
It's made by Vietnamese sex workers.
Ex-sex workers actually.
They live in Oslo now, blowing glass.
I don't think she wants it, Helen.
They've had horrible lives.
- Thank you. - Bye, Astrid.
Heinous, horrible lives, not like yours!
You aging, Botoxed, hipster bitch!
Bitch.
Hey, are you okay?
I'm great. Why?
[overlapping chatter]
[alternative music playing on stereo]
[laughter]
Uh, just face front, hon.
We're friends, right, Dee Dee?
Yeah, sure, we're friends.
Do you know I'm getting divorced?
Did I tell you that last time?
Yeah, you did mention it. It's tough.
Horrendous.
I had a court hearing today.
I wanted someone to come with me,
for, you know, support or just to make it
just a tiny bit less horrifying,
and everyone I called couldn't make it.
Hmm.
Oh, no, no. Just... head to the right.
Sorry, yeah.
It really is kind of fucked up, though, you know?
You start to wonder who your friends really are.
Like, people just disappear.
They...
evaporate.
- Mm-hmm. - They do!
And they cancel plans. They don't call.
Or this is what happens if they call...
They do call, and they ask 800 questions.
Like, "How much were you fighting?
How much were you fucking? Did he stop going down on you?"
It's, like, insane. They've lost their minds.
It's like they're
paranoid that divorce
is contagious.
[laughter]
Yeah, you really gotta hold still.
Sorry.
I ate one... I took one of those, uh, a lo... a lozenge?
Like, an edible. Edible?
♪♪
Wow.
Now, did you hear that?
Hear what?
[quietly] I farted from my vagina.
I queefed.
Two times while I was sitting here.
You know, I need to get some new foils.
I'll, uh... Just sit tight.
I can do that. I can sit tight.
[laughter]
[exhales]
♪ Curious music ♪
♪♪
[cell phone ringing]
Trevor?
Stacey?
No, it's Thursday. Your dad's picking you up.
He's taking you to the frog exhibit and then...
No, it's not Wednesday. It...
Shit!
All right. Stay there, honey. I'll be right there.
You just stay right there with Trevor.
I'll be there 20 minutes. All right?
Just hang tight. 20 minutes.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I gotta go.
- I'm going. Here. - No, no, no.
You still have bleach in your hair.
Yeah, take that. Wait, here. Take more.
My kids are at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
I love you.
[laughter]
Hey!
Stop laughing!
[laughter]
♪ Dramatic music ♪
Shit.
Taxi! Taxi!
Taxi!
- Hey! - [sirens in the distance]
Motherfucker.
♪♪
Jesus! Watch it!
♪♪
[horn honks in the distance]
♪♪
[van beeps]
[tires screech]
Hi, guys. I'm sorry.
Hi. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Please don't be mad. Don't be mad.
It's almost four o'clock.
I know. Mommy got confused.
I thought their dad was picking them up.
He is picking them up tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I thought today was tomorrow.
Um, wow. That is extremely cool.
Is that the Freedom Tower?
- No, it's a rocket ship. - Ooh.
Rocket ship. I love it.
- It's kind of large, but... - What's up with your hair?
[Stacey] We tried to launch them at lunchtime,
- but mine was too big. - Oh, yeah?
[Trevor] It only went, like, two inches, but, um...
[Stacey] I think Violet's went, like, ten feet, though.
- Stace, can you do me a favor? - And Ezra's...
What?
Can you move the rocket down a little bit?
'Cause it's blocking the window.
- I-I can't reach. - No, I think you can, honey.
- Just unbuckle really quick... - [knock on window]
And then... What? What?
[whispers] Jesus fucking Christ.
Yeah?
Are you handicapped, ma'am?
Am I handicapped?
Disabled.
Yeah, well, my wife uses a walker,
and, uh, we'd like to park here if we can.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Okay, I'm leaving.
- Yeah, well, she just... - I'm leaving.
- Mom, go! - She just had surgery in May.
We're going. We are going! Right, I'm leaving!
It's all yours. All right? You got it. No problem.
[tires screech]
- [car alarm blares] - [crying]
- Stacey? Okay, let me see. - [police siren wails]
Let me... let me see, honey. I want to take a look.
[Trevor] Why didn't you look behind you?
- Come on, let Mommy see. - What the hell?
- Did you not see me? - Okay.
It's a scratch. It's a little bump.
It's not too bad. That's not too bad.
Why'd you tell her to unbuckle?
- She wasn't buckled? - Look...
- Ma'am, the children all right? - Yes, they're fine.
They're fine. It's just a little...
It's a bump. A little bump. All right?
- Get back in the car. - Can I see your license please?
Yeah, sure. You got it.
[police radio chatter]
God.
[police radio chatter]
Teensy bit messy... in here.
Oh, look! Look, I found your missing pink headband.
That's perfect for covering bumps.
And then here...
for you is my wallet.
License.
What was that in your bag, ma'am?
♪ Dramatic music ♪
♪♪
Granola bar.
Can I please take a look?
Now? I mean, there's nothing in there.
- It's just... just... - So then show him.
[police radio chatter]
Look, please don't make me do this.
Okay? My kids are here.
They're, like, right here,
and they're already really mad at...
Hand me the purse please.
- Just... - [Trevor] Give it to him, Mom.
Mom!
Trevor! What are you doing?
- Trevor, that is mine! - Ma'am, could you...
- Sto... Oh! - Oh!
Oh, oh, okay. That's assaulting an officer.
- I did not assault him. - Come on.
I didn't assault him. Wait a minute. Wait.
What are you doing? I need to call my husband.
- Mom! Mom! - Hands behind your back please.
Wait, I have to call my husband.
- I want both hands behind you. - All right!
I'm gonna call Da... All right! Okay! All right!
Both of my hands behind me.
But I need to call my husband. [gasps]
I need to call my fucking husband!
♪ Tense music ♪
[police radio chatter]
- Daddy! - Dad!
♪ Somber music ♪
What's going on?
♪♪
Where is your...
What's going on here? What happened?
She wasn't wearing a seat belt?
What is that?
What the fuck is going on, Helen?
Have you lost your fucking mind?
Helen!
Why are you doing this to us?
[police radio chatter]
[woman] So I told him no chance, dickass.
You think you can fuck that little twit
and expect to see your baby?
You better fucking think again.
- Damn straight. - Shit.
So, all right, so he called me two weeks later,
being all nice and shit, being super sweet.
Bitch was in a holding cell
and asked me for motherfucking bail money.
I'm like, what the fuck, man?
I don't even have a fucking penny in my goddamn bank.
And I'm like, bitch... Bitch, uh-uh, no.
It's not fucking racist when your fucking Honda
has two taillights out and it fucking...
♪ somber music ♪
♪♪
[buzzer]
[door closes]
[Lim] My client has always been an exemplary father,
unusually close to his children.
He understands that his living situation
over the past two months has been difficult on the family.
It's been difficult for him too.
He's taking steps to correct it.
In fact, he's taken a loan
and is going to look at apartments later today.
Two or three bedrooms in Brooklyn
and should have a signed lease by August 1st at the latest.
- A question. - Yes, Your Honor?
Does Mr. Solloway plan to live alone
in this two- or three-bedroom?
- Yes, he does. - That's not what we...
- Because according to... - Not now, Noah.
What I see here, the documents in front of...
I told you what the plan is. Why shouldn't we just follow...
If Mr. Solloway has a comment,
perhaps he'd like to share it with the court?
There is no comment, Your Honor.
Just tell him I want... I'll be living with her
at least part of the time.
I'm sorry, did I just hear what I just heard?
- Might as well just be honest. - [Judge Polk] Mr. Solloway...
I don't want to be legally bound.
I'm going to ask you one more time, directly.
Will you be living by yourself
in this new two- or three-bedroom?
Uh, well, I'll be... I'm hoping to be sharing it
with my kids at least half of the time.
The plan was for Ms. Bailey to be there with me
whenever they're not and for her to leave when they come.
At least at first. I'd never force her on my kids.
We'd take everything slowly,
see how they feel, what they need...
[Judge Polk] Okay. [sighs]
From everything I've heard this morning,
your kids' needs, Mr. Solloway,
haven't been in the forefront of your mind
for at least the past year.
I suggest that change now,
especially if you'd like to see them
more than every other week.
Have a seat, please.
I'm going to issue a court order
preventing Ms. Bailey from any contact
with the four children until this order is lifted,
and I'm also going to set a court date
for eight weeks from now.
However...
I'm going to give you both a piece of advice.
Take a stroll through Prospect Park.
Walk the entire Hudson River, search your hearts,
and see if you can't come up with a reasonable,
grown-up agreement outside of this courtroom.
Because I'll tell you both,
there is nothing worse for children
than litigating custody.
[sighs]
Our date will be Tuesday the 18th.
I hope not to see you then.
[gavel bangs]
♪ Melancholy music ♪
♪♪
- Hey, thank you. - Can I get you anything else?
- No, this is great. Thanks. - Enjoy.
Thanks.
Hey, good timing.
I just got you a turkey burger.
Thanks.
- This place is nice. - Isn't it? It just opened.
And there's a new market on the corner.
Rita made sure to point that out.
Rita is...
Our realtor. Rita.
I think I found us an apartment.
She showed me five places, I hated four of them,
but this one, which is on Bedford and Carroll,
it's like a two-minute walk from here.
It's a bit small maybe, but it's...
It's light, and it's open.
You can see the pictures on Zillow. Look here.
That's the master, see how bright it is?
Mm-hmm.
That's the hall.
The second bathroom.
[laughs] The bike rack.
Rita said we can go at four if we wanna see it...
Alison, I...
Ah, I'm sorry. I'm just excited.
You okay? How was court this morning?
Court was...
Oh, fuck.
This sucks. This really sucks.
I'm really sorry.
What for?
I-I don't think we can live together.
Just for now. For right now.
Whitney went back to Helen, and...
I guess she went for it.
I'm a liar. I screamed at her.
Made her leave.
Why am I not surprised?
Their lawyer's claiming she was traumatized,
so the judge issued an order saying that
you can't be near the kids.
He issued an order?
- Can he do that? - Yeah...
It seems.
[waitress] Folks doing okay here?
We're fine. Thanks.
- Do you want coffee? - No, we're good. Thanks.
What am I supposed to do?
Stay in Cold Spring forever?
No, not forever. It's just...
until the trial's over, till this order goes away.
I can see you every...
It's temporary, Al.
It's just months, and then we have our whole lives together.
And you going back and forth made no real sense anyway.
You're working there. Yvonne needs you.
I need you.
Don't you get that?
I don't want to be alone.
I'm sorry, Noah, it's just...
You say it's only months, and it may just be months,
but how long have we waited for this?
All that hiding and time spent apart
and now we get to be together.
- Really together. - I know.
And also, I love this apartment. I can see us there.
So can I.
So then, maybe we give Helen what she wants.
What?
Maybe the kids can come on weekends.
[scoffs]
You want me to see the kids on weekends?
Or more than that. I don't know.
- Kinda sounds like you do know. - [cell phone rings]
I don't know. I'm just saying that...
- [cell phone ringing] - Can you not get that ple...
Hello?
I can't, Helen. I'm in Crown Heights.
I...
Why? What happened?
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Curious music ♪
♪♪
Hey, Stacey, Trev.
- Dad! - Daddy!
Hey. Hey. Hey.
You all right? What happened?
- Mom crashed the car. - I hit my head.
Let me see. Let me see.
- Ow. Ow! - Sorry, sweetie.
I'm being careful.
Mom told her to move the rocket ship.
She told her to take off her seat belt.
- What rocket ship? - Do I need stitches?
- I don't want stitches. - No, you're fine.
Where is Mom? Where is she?
- Hey! These are expensive. - Oh, Jesus.
Uh... hey, excuse me.
Uh, you, can you just stay with my kids for a second?
Take them over to that snack place.
Get them a soda or an ice cream or something.
I'll be right back, okay?
- No, Daddy, stay. - Come on.
I'll be back.
Helen, what's going on?
- This is insanity. - Noah, I crashed the car.
- Are you the husband? - Ex-husband.
Ex. He had an affair. [laughs]
Why are you laughing? Stacey is hurt!
We found an eighth of marijuana
in her purse and a vaporizer.
You're fucking stoned? With the kids in the car?
The kids are always in my car.
When are they not in my car?
- Did you see Stacey's head? - Sir...
Better not tell Judge Polk.
We're getting a divorce.
The EMTs bandaged your daughter's head.
Polk. Judge Polk. We're getting a divorce.
Polk. [laughs] Polk, Polk...
Helen, stop fucking laughing. Just cut it out!
Polk. [laughs] That's his name.
Cut it the fuck out.
Why should I?
Why do you get to fuck up and I don't?
♪♪
[police radio chatter]
[sighs]
[door opens and closes]
[door slides]
Do we have to go to camp tomorrow?
Probably not.
- Can we watch a movie? - Sure.
Can we watch two movies?
Sure.
- [laughs] Bam. - Yes!
- "Mrs. Doubtfire"! - Forget it.
You've seen it like 80 times.
So? I hit my head.
Let her choose.
♪ Curious music ♪
♪♪
[footsteps]
[sighs]
So is she, like, in jail?
No, no, she just went down to the station.
She'll be back by the morning.
So then, you're staying here with us?
No. Get your toothbrush and some clothes.
Let's all get out of here.
- What? - Trevor! Stacey!
No more movie! Come pack some stuff!
Where are we going?
♪ Calm music ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
♪♪
[sportscaster on radio] So here we are, top of the first.
Two on, one out. Jose Pirela at the plate.
Swanson from the stretch and delivers.
It's a slider. Low and outside.
Ball one to Pirela.
I thought Pirela was injured.
[indistinct radio chatter]
♪♪
[Jaden] They're here!
- [Jenna] Hi, Stacey! - Hey, kids!
- Wow, that looks like it hurt. - Come on.
- Did you get stitches? - Okay, okay.
- Let me hug the patient. - Wait a minute.
[Stacey] No, it's me! It's me.
Oh, you're the patient.
- How you doing, princess? - Good.
Did you know we got a trampoline?
- Yeah, we just got it. - Come and see!
Okay, go check it out.
Careful, though. No more injuries!
Hey, thanks for having us.
Full service.
We'll feed you. I'll fix your taillight.
I should warn you, though, your pop's here.
What? Why didn't Nina tell me?
She didn't think you'd come.
Hey.
[indistinct chatter and laughter]
♪ Somber music ♪
♪♪
[JP] Six, seven, eight.
Whoo!
Oh, that was a flip!
[Martin] I don't know, I still like this kid.
Starters who throw in the upper 90s don't grow on trees.
Hitters handle velocity these days.
No, I know,
but he put Hardy away with his splitter last inning.
He's got incredible control.
Who's this? Eovaldi? Kid from the Dolphins?
The Dolphins?
I mean, uh, the Marlins.
[chuckles] Marlins.
How's he doing?
I gotta go to the bathroom.
Bring more nuts.
The Dolphins play football.
Yeah, I know that.
He makes me nervous these days.
[grunts]
[indistinct TV chatter]
[crowd cheers on TV]
I didn't know you were gonna be here.
Do you come up a lot?
Every two, three months.
Less in winter.
Oh, that makes sense.
[inhales deeply]
Oh, this is nice.
Still got your rowboat.
Helen and I had it in our bedroom.
One of the few things I took when I left, actually.
I don't know if Nina told you...
How old are you now? 47?
46.
My 50th birthday.
Your mom. Things were bad already.
She had the braces, the wheelchair.
She wanted to give me a present.
She called me into the kitchen.
She'd met this girl at the library.
"Blonde," she said, "young, a liberal."
She said she wanted me to meet her...
Okay, Dad, I don't need to know.
I told her no.
♪ Dramatic music ♪
♪♪
I told her no because I loved her.
Jesus Christ.
Martin, we're back!
Cashews.
You're blocking the screen.
[sighs]
There's whiskey if you want it.
- Yeah? - Mm. Up there.
Remember the first time Helen came here
and I gave her wine and she didn't touch it?
She literally made a face.
[laughs] I doubt she made a face.
She did. Mm-hmm.
She did.
So what'd they do, a breath test?
Yup.
And they found pot in her purse.
What?
She was drunk and stoned?
Cheers.
Truth is, it's probably the best thing that could've happened.
This morning I didn't have a leg to stand on in court.
Now...
DWI plus the weed?
I wanted to go for full custody,
I bet you I'd have a chance.
F-full custody?
Mm-hmm.
The four kids?
Yes.
With you?
Yeah.
Wait a minute. Well, don't shake your head.
I mean, wh... Why the hell not?
Why not? Noz, um, Stacey's seven.
I know she's seven.
Trevor's ten. They're still tiny.
Yeah, that's right, and they were left alone
at camp for over an hour
and then slammed into a station wagon.
What, I couldn't do better than that?
- Nobody's saying that. - But they are.
No, they are. Believe me.
You should've seen her this morning staring at me.
Fucking smug.
Bruce's dickhead lawyer
trying to make me out like some demon,
some negligent asshole
who doesn't give a shit about his kids.
Well, guess what, guys.
Surprise, I do care a lot.
So then act like it!
You're going to take these kids away from their mother
on top of everything?
On top of... what?
Look, Helen may be a snob,
and she screwed up... For once.
- What? You're defending her? - No!
You're saying I should just leave this?
I should just let her have her way? Again?
- No. No! - I've been doing that, Nina.
For fucking 20 years I've been doing that.
Yes, and then you left.
Look, Noah, I'm sorry, but I love those kids,
and they have just been through a nightmare.
Their parents split out of nowhere.
Now their dad is living with his girlfriend...
I'm not living with my girlfriend.
I thought you were living with her.
No, I want to, and I fucking should be able to,
but I just told her that's not gonna happen.
That's not happening because of my kids!
Great! Good for you!
Except it's not good for me because I love her.
- Oh, Christ. - I'm in love with her, Nina!
And I'm in love with Brad Pitt,
but I don't get to fucking live with him!
[sighs]
Noah, I'm sorry, but...
look me in the eyes.
Tell me, you really want these kids with you full-time?
Are you saying I don't?
[sighs] All right, well...
We're gonna leave.
- What? Please, don't be ridi... - Dad's here. It's fine.
There's no room for us anyway.
There is room. Would you wait a...
God damn it! Fucking brat!
Yeah, fuck you, Nina.
This is why we never visit.
Get up, Martin. We're going.
- I'm not going. - Yes, we are. Come on.
- There are two innings left. - Get up now!
You're such an asshole.
Let's go.
Fucking dick.
You tell Helen I'm sorry.
♪ Dramatic music ♪
♪♪
That's it, Trevor. We're leaving.
You're leaving? I just started the grill.
Get your bag. Get your bag, please.
Trevor, off. Let's go.
We're going. Come on.
Stop jumping. Come on!
Trevor, get off! Get off the trampoline!
Get off the trampoline now!
- [Trevor giggles] - Come here!
Hey, Dad, wait, wait, wait a minute!
Stop! What's wrong with you?
No, Dad! What are you doing?
♪♪
Where are we going?
I haven't decided yet.
I want to call Mom.
We can't call Mom right now, Stace. Sorry.
- Why can't we? - Because she's in jail, idiot.
- Trevor! - Mom's in jail?
- Yes, she is. - No, she's not in jail.
- You'll see her tomorrow. - I need a bathroom.
- I need a bathroom! Now! - Okay. Okay.
[knocking on door]
[Noah] Hey, any better?
[TV in background]
Listen, I think you should try to drink.
I got you a ginger ale.
Martin, you wanna let me in?
[doorknob rattles]
[door unlocks]
Christ. What's going on? Is it worse?
[panting]
Were you able to go?
- Martin, were you ab... - No!
[whimpers] Fucking ow!
It's not a sharp pain? 'Cause you keep...
Could you stop talking please?
Okay, fine. Just...
Just tell me what it feels like.
Do you remember what you ate today?
What did you have for lunch?
[panting]
Is that better?
Ow. [crying]
Listen, I know you're pissed at me for making you leave, okay?
For a lot of things, but I'm trying to help you here.
I gotta figure out what's going on.
- [cell phone buzzing] - Dad.
- Just... not now. - Your phone.
- Stacey... - Someone's calling.
- Ow! Ow! Ow! - Okay, thanks.
Okay, go back and watch.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he's fine. Go back and watch. Go on.
Hello? Alison, hey, I can't talk right now.
I just, uh... TV now. Go.
I can't. Because... because I'm in the fucking Comfort Castle
in Jersey City, and something's wrong with Martin.
[moans]
I don't know, his stomach.
Look, I'll call you later.
No, he's not vomiting.
[moaning] Ow. Ow.
Well, he says he has to, but he can't.
Yeah, of course I did, but there's just
some fucking number for emergencies, which this isn't.
At least, I thought it wasn't, until...
[crying] Ow. Ow.
[sighs] What?
- Martin, I need to... - [crying]
Martin, I need to press on your stomach, okay?
Get away!
Okay, he won't let me touch him.
Yeah, right. He can't... He can't get off the floor.
You want him to jump on one foot?
What? Hospital?
I'm not going to the hospital!
Uh, you sure? You sure it's...
- Get off the phone! - Okay, look, I gotta go.
- Get off the phone! - All right, bye.
Ow! Ow! [crying]
Just let me press on your stomach, okay?
Can I just... I need to press...
- Let me shit! - Okay, go on.
♪ Soft music ♪
♪♪
[whispers] Hey. Sorry about that.
No, no, he's okay.
He went to the bathroom. He's sleeping.
[sighs]
God, I miss you.
Downstairs? Where?
[sirens wail in the distance]
[chuckles]
♪♪
What's gonna happen to us?
[sighs]
[Gottlief] There's no denying it, Your Honor,
my client is a public figure.
And out here on the island in Suffolk County?
Forget it. Fascination with Noah Solloway...
His life, his private life, his work...
Has reached near epic proportions
in the one month since we filed this motion.
The Atticus Book Shop in Montauk, New York,
has placed three reorders
of the paperback version of "Descent."
To think that my client could get a fair trial
anywhere near this zip code
is in and of itself brilliant fiction.
[inhales deeply]
Would the people like to respond?
Only to say that there are 1.5 million potential jurors
in Suffolk County.
I'm pretty sure we can find 12 of them
who haven't read the defendant's book.
And I should probably remind the defense
that our plea offer still stands.
Just in case they've changed their minds.
And the terms of that offer?
Criminally negligent homicide
with one to three years imprisonment.
[justice] Would the defense like to respond?
Only to say, "Thank you, but no thank you."
Okay, then, after reviewing the motion
and hearing your very eloquent arguments,
I'm going to rule with the people.
The motion for change of venue is denied.
Unless some agreement is reached,
trial will begin at this courthouse
four months from now.
♪ Dramatic music ♪
♪ Lucinda Williams' "Changed the Locks" playing ♪
♪♪
♪ I changed the lock on my front door ♪
♪ So you can't see me anymore ♪
♪ And you can't come inside my house ♪
♪ And you can't lie down on my couch ♪
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