Previously on Fatal Attraction...
- You should stay. - I didn't think that this is what we were doing.
I'm sorry. I can't let you pretend
like I don't exist.
And I'm not going to be ignored, Dan.
Why is she throwing acid on your car?
I thought I had this handled, then she shows up
in my fucking home.
Hi. I don't know what you think you're doing,
- but it's going to stop. - It's not going to st-- Why would it stop?
I received an unofficial complaint about Alex.
Gabriel Ibarra. He had
rejected her. She had backed off,
but only sort of.
Earl's been working it for six months,
- and it's definitely a pattern. - Against women.
A pattern against women.
Patterns are historically Major Crimes Bureau.
Because, "historically,"
the Crimes Against Women Bureau didn't exist.
Gas and electric will be here. When they leave,
you need to close the gate and lock it.
Then you may take Quincy out.
The gate was closed.
I just don't understand why your mom would close the gate
if she didn't know where Quincy was.
She was here.
Let's wrap it up.
Ah. Stay.
Quincy, come.
Oh... Oh.
Who closed the gate?
- Uh... - Oh,
thank Christ. Holy shit.
If you hadn't, that would've been it for me.
It's the whole reason I'm here.
And that dog would've been gone forever,
and my daughter would've stuffed me down a storm drain.
Thank God for you. Wow.
No, thank God, thank God I saw him.
I was just going to my house.
The... blue colonial with the-the porch.
Huh.
Uh, and I just, he was suddenly
running towards me, and-and
people drive so quickly on this street.
I'm-I'm just... I'm glad I caught him.
- I'm glad I didn't overstep. - Oh, can I
make you a...
coffee of gratitude?
Um, or-or do you have to go?
Uh...
No, I-I could use a-a gratitude coffee.
Great. Or maybe something a little stronger.
Or is that just me?
No. No, it's not just you.
Okay.
Your daughter's a contractor, right?
She-she has a business?
With her best friend from grad school, yeah.
Sh-She's at work right now?
No, actually, she and my husband
went down to the antique mall in Sherman Oaks.
Oh.
- Do you have any other children? - No, just Bethie.
When I got married,
my mother told me she hoped
I wasn't planning to have children
because she was worried I wouldn't do well with maternity.
Really? How old were you?
I was just 20.
You know, I hadn't really thought about it, but
then your mother tells you you'd be a terrible mother,
so, you know, you take that on board.
So, I told my husband
I don't want kids, and he says, "Okay."
But then, a few years went by,
and, one day, Warren came home, and I said,
"What if we had a baby?
What if, you know, my mom was wrong about me?"
And he just laughed.
He laughed and laughed.
But was...
Was she wrong?
Well, I don't know.
Maybe not about how terrible a mother I was, but
wrong about how much
I was gonna love Bethie.
- That's nice. - Yeah.
She and her father are best friends.
They're like the same person.
I sometimes wonder, if I just disappeared,
how long it would take them to notice
I was gone.
You know, Bethie designed this house.
I mean, it's
beautiful. It's objectively beautiful.
But all these bells and whistles now,
I-I just have to laugh.
I mean, the-the dimmer switches
and the butler pantry...
...water features. They have this motorized
pool cover.
All they ever do is argue about
whose turn it is to close it.
- Whose turn is it? - Who knows?
It's a tale as old as time.
We should close it
and let them each think the other one did it.
Gift of the Magi.
Come with me. I never can figure out how to work these things.
I might need your wise counsel.
Oh, for the love of God,
can you believe this? Look.
All you have to do
is literally hold this button down.
I mean...
Oh, shit, I forgot that floatie.
I probably need to get that out of there, don't I?
It's gonna make a big lump?
I'll get it.
You know what? I should make us some stuffed mushrooms.
Oh, my God. They're just those frozen ones, you know?
From, uh, from whatsit?
But, oh, they're amazing.
Have you ever had them?
Oh, that was really silly.
Ugh. Oh.
Could you...
Can you give me a hand? I...
I'm not the best swimmer.
Please!
Can you... Can you hurry?
Ugh. Wait. What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Quincy. Here you go, buddy. You're free.
I slept with somebody else. Someone...
- Uh... - The one with the curly hair.
It's over now.
- It's done. - It's over?
- It was a relationship? - No.
- Just a fuck? - No. That's not what I was
- trying to... - More to it than fucking.
I was trying to say that it happened more than once.
- That you fucked? - Beth.
Please, can you just let me get this out?
So, I have to hear it and you get to decide how to tell me?
Beth...
You fucked someone else more than once,
- and now, it's over? - Yes.
I am so sorry.
Why tonight?
Why did I have to be told tonight?
Is it like a strategy? Pile it all on,
see how she reacts?
Was there really an emergency at the jail that time?
Why'd you have the cleaners come ahead of schedule?
That was not...
That-that was... Quincy actually got sick.
That was not anything to do with...
How many times is "more than once"?
Four times.
Ever in our house?
- No. No, Beth. -"No, Beth.
No, I would never do that to you."
- When did it start? - When you were away
on the camping trip.
You guys go to her place?
Yes.
And one time in the office.
Does everyone there know?
Does Mike know? Of course your fucking fixer knows.
You brought Quincy to her place?
Yes.
Wow.
- How did you know that? - Quincy's mine.
You gave me Quincy for Christmas.
Beth. Beth.
Beth, I think she was in our house.
- What? - I think that she was here.
I don't know why she came.
If it was to break something or to steal something, but
she is not a stable person.
Right now, she is very angry
that things did not turn out the way that she wanted them to.
And what?
And I'm wondering if maybe your mother
surprised her,
- maybe confronted her. - What?
I mean, are you... I...
Do you hear yourself?
I know how it sounds,
but for our safety,
all of our safety,
we have to behave as though
that's what happened until we know that it didn't.
'Cause this woman is so obsessed with you
she killed your mother-in-law,
- that's what you think? - I think it's possible.
Yes.
So...
I think this is probably it for us, Dan.
Do you realize that?
I mean, I can't take all this in.
I think we're probably already done.
So, when my dad goes back to his house in the morning,
Ellen and I will go with him, and we'll help him.
And stay there.
Don't come upstairs, okay?
- Beth, can you just hold on a sec... - No.
You want
me to be by myself right now.
Trust me.
And how did she react?
She didn't. She wanted to know if you knew that I was talking
to her, and if Beth knew.
- Like a threat? - No, didn't seem like it.
She said she felt like Beth already did.
Fuck.
What the fuck does that even mean?
I...
She does know.
Beth. I told her.
Good for you, Danny. Yeah.
Oh, Christ. Mikey,
- was she in my goddamn house? - I don't know.
Which means yes.
- Right? - Yeah, probably yes.
Probably yes.
- Just... - Fuck.
But did you tell Beth about any of this?
Yes. I told her I was worried it was a possibility.
And?
And she doesn't want to hear it, Mike.
She doesn't want me to say it.
She doesn't want me to repeat it.
We got to do something now, right? I mean, we have to.
- We got to do something. - Yeah, but first
we got to think about what that something is going to be.
Even if all this with Sophie is unrelated,
we still got to think about it.
I mean, she's definitely thinking about it.
Fuck. I got to get a handle on her.
I have not figured her out yet.
Well, what if you don't?
We could always kill her.
Come on. Just, look, we'll come up with something.
Just for right now, stay out of her way.
Christ.
Where's Ellen?
- Should she be here? - She should.
You act like she listens to me.
Ellen is, uh, watching Stardust.
Okay. I brought beads.
What do we think?
I think she would be totally into beads.
Is Warren asleep?
In the unconscious sense, yes.
I also brought a Narnia coloring book
and a bath bomb that has a necklace in it.
- See you chumps in a few hours. - Okay.
I'll be right here. Okay.
An actual fairy godmother.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
I know, hon.
Your mom, she was a complicated woman,
but I know she really loved you a lot.
It's Dan.
What about him?
He told me he was with someone else.
- What? - A woman
who works in his building.
He said it was just a few times,
it's over, it ended badly.
Do you believe him?
But he thinks that
she came...
to break in,
steal things.
That she didn't think anyone was home,
and that my mom...
- surprised her or caught her and surprised her. - Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
What are you, what are you saying?
Is there any evidence? Is she...
Is he having her arrested?
I mean... he's a fucking prosecutor.
Would he believe him?
Look, I-I'm sorry. Sorry, this isn't helping.
So, what-what can I do?
Don't tell anyone.
- Especially... - Oh...
- Look, I'm... - I don't want her
to have anything else in her head.
I know, but Julia wouldn't want you to, you know, decide
she's not strong enough to be your friend
- when you need her most. - I can't be strong
if I think that she's dealing with this
on top of everything else.
Just you.
'Cause you're the dummy who said to say the terrible things
out loud.
Okay, so-so-so that's what you don't want me to do.
What can I do, though?
Hmm?
Nothing.
What could you do?
Make it so it didn't happen?
You can't do anything.
- Hey, skater buddy Ellen. - Hey.
Stella. I would've reached out to you before,
- but I didn't get your number. - Oh, yeah.
Thought I would run into you before now.
Did you see the sign-up for Sky Zone?
Um, yeah. You know, I did, but I just... trampolines are
- not my... - Fucking amazing, I know.
Oh, that's not what you were gonna say.
What, you don't like trampolines?
Why? Fear of what? Freedom?
- Flying? Awesomeness? - Uh, wetting my pants in public.
Oh, so wear an Always Ultra Thin.
Okay. (laughs) Um...
I can take a hint.
Even if I like to make it seem like I can't.
Give me your number, though,
for stuff besides tramping. Cool?
- Yeah. - Here.
Uh...
Thank you. Okay.
- Ellen what again? - Uh, T-O-M-
L-I-N-S-O-N.
Oh, right, Ellen Tomlinson.
Got you now.
Fuck.
Dumbass.
Jesus
- fucking Christ. - Sorry.
Hi.
You took my keys.
I just wanted to tell you that I spoke to Mike.
Give me the keys, Alex.
Of course.
At first, I was, I was a bit upset.
I just, I didn't get why
you couldn't come speak to me yourself.
But I get it now.
So, don't worry.
I understand.
You hungry, Dad? You want something now, or...
I want, uh...
I want to figure it out for myself and-and
you go home.
What?
I just told Ellen to take a bath.
I'll put it off forever.
I need you to not let me.
Dad, we've barely...
It's all right for you to not be okay yet. It is.
I'm never going to be okay.
It's the longer I put off
being here by myself, I j...
Help me, Danny.
Try it out for one night.
If you want them to come back tomorrow,
they will.
Right?
Yeah, that's it.
What I want.
Okay.
You got it.
But we're leaving our stuff here.
I couldn't let them leave me
if I didn't know they had you.
I need you to take Ellen. Take her with you in the car.
Okay. Where are you going?
The house on Satsuma is a shit show.
I've been leaving Arthur to deal with all of it.
Just distract her. I'll be back.
Don't say anything about us.
Of course.
I wouldn't.
Hey, Maureen.
I'm so sorry to bother you today.
Don't worry about it. What's up?
The boss wants to see you upstairs first thing tomorrow.
Do we know what about?
We don't. Sorry.
Okay. Thanks for the heads-up.
Of course. Take care.
Hey, boss. What's up?
I need to talk to you about a letter I received.
Okay. What letter, from whom?
Didn't say.
But whoever it is, oh,
- they're accusing you. - What?
It came directly to me, and as far as I know,
only to me.
An actual letter, not an email?
Yes. On paper. It's not vague.
- It's very specific. - Well, what does--
Actually, forget I asked that. I know you can't tell me.
- It's with HR now? - I haven't involved them yet.
You know, you're pretty important to this office.
Too important, probably.
And when I think about the kind of shit show
we would immediately be involved in if...
- Jesus, Marcella... - Not even to mention
how hard it would be for me to believe that you would
behave the way that letter is saying that you did.
Whatever the letter is saying, I didn't do it.
I'm still looking into it.
I'm keeping the circle as small as possible.
- Which means what? - I'm giving it
to Jeannette Ruiz.
- What would you like me to say to that? - She's fair, Dan.
She's fucking scrupulous, in fact. You disagree?
Good, because you can't.
She's also discreet. And you're not friends.
- No, we are not friends. - Which is good.
I'm not friends with her either, I mean, I need my friends
to have a sense of humor.
But I need my people to
do the right thing, and she will.
You know, I need for you to take some time off.
Aw, come on, Marc-- How is that gonna look?
I have a ton of shit in process right now.
What am I gonna say is the reason?
Well, in light of recent tragic family events...
No one's going to ask.
You gonna make Frank charge my robbery or what?
I haven't read the transcript yet.
Which means no.
You leaving for the day?
Shit, it's kind of early to be done, huh?
- None of your business, Earl. - Right.
Because I never ask questions that aren't my business.
Basically, it's my whole job, if you think about it.
My wife's mother died a few days ago,
so there's a lot going on at home, a lot to take care of.
- Is that all right? - Yeah. Listen,
I'm very sorry to hear that.
Thank you.
Still though, you're head of Major Crimes Bureau.
It's not even 10:00 in the morning.
Where the hell are you going?
You know what? Fuck you for ambushing me.
And fuck you for thinking you know what my job is.
You think it's a bunch of ass kissing
and handing out favors when what it really is
is catching bullshit cases from bullshit detectives
and trying to make something out of them,
which I can do from fucking home.
Hey. My deepest condolences.
It's not a bad idea.
Yeah, well, it's not a good idea.
Guy's at work in the middle of the day,
public-facing job.
And suddenly here's you,
even if he knows you got parole.
Well, yeah, that's the point.
Surprise him so we get an uncalibrated reaction.
Oh, you're gonna surprise him, showing up saying
he should be a suspect in the murder
you went to prison for.
You might get an uncalibrated punch in the mouth.
I'm not gonna accuse the man of anything.
I just want him to confirm that he's the one
that made the unofficial complaint to Conchita
so I can put it in the application.
Tomato-tomato, Danny.
But it can't be today, or tomorrow, anyway.
No, I'm in Pomona on a case. I need to pay my bills.
So you're gonna have to wait to get punched
- until I'm done. - Hold on one second.
- Hey there, how's it going? - Good, thank you.
Good. Uh, this is awkward,
but I need you to go down to Central Court today
to file some papers.
Not awkward at all. Happy to do it.
Okay. Just the idea
that I would ever be asking you
- to go and... - Jorge.
I appreciate that, but it's fine.
Great.
- So, could you do it soon? - Absolutely.
Stop by Suzanne, she's got everything you need.
Will do.
Still there? Yeah.
Looks like I'm gonna go see
Gabriel without you today.
Like you weren't going to anyway.
Holy shit.
Benny. Gabriel.
How you guys doing?
Dan Gallagher.
Goddamn, this is crazy.
How long you been out?
Not long.
Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Judge Curtis in conference now,
so sorry, no time for a break.
All right. Can we talk, though?
Look, I'm-I'm writing up
- a new trial application. - Okay.
For who? For you?
Yeah, yeah.
And I found out that you filed a grievance
against Alex Forrest before she died,
and obviously, if I would have known that,
I would have brought it up at my trial.
Well, if you know, you know it was unofficial, right?
It wasn't formal.
But it was important enough to involve your union rep.
That's right, because that's what they're there for.
They said get it on record, get insurance,
don't get fired off this woman who can't take a hint.
And you did exactly the right thing.
And thank you for being so forthcoming.
Um, look, I'm sorry.
I didn't have time to write up an affidavit
before I got here, but now that we've had a chance to talk,
- maybe I can go draft one and bring it back. - Whoa.
Why? I'm not signing shit for you, dude.
I did 15 years for a crime I didn't commit.
I'm just asking for your help.
You want to hand my ass over to a judge to rule on?
Why would I let you do that?
Hey, you don't matter in this building anymore,
you entitled motherfucker.
You want my help?
Subpoena it.
And you thought he used to be cranky.
Anyway, it's good to see you, man.
Is it?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't it be?
I never thought you killed anybody,
and even if you did, you still wouldn't be
the worst person I've ever met.
- But you don't? - No.
Not even with all the rumors.
Can I buy you lunch?
I could eat.
On Fairfax, the Irish bar, live music type place.
Uh, you and some brunette that they thought was a witness
in that death penalty case.
You know, the one with the ranch hands
who killed the guy's ex-wife.
I've never been to a live
Irish music place in my life.
Well, I'm just saying what was said.
And that you got a fuck pad in Burbank.
- Wow. - A condo, or something like that.
That you were always asking people
- to go with you there after work. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. - What people?
I mean, never whoever was saying anything
would ever say, but...
Holy shit. Well...
- Is there anything else? - No.
Well, yes.
It's that hot chick in Records.
She drove around in a Porsche, and for some reason,
people were saying that you bought it for her,
or leased it, or whatever it was.
Obviously, it was all bullshit.
Yeah, Benny, I know.
I'm aware I didn't have a fuck pad in Burbank.
She had a thing for Gabe, though.
Alex Forrest.
He was always handing me off all these awesome donuts
that she'd bring for him.
Never said anything, though. Not till after.
Hmm.
And what about her?
Can I get you another one? Good?
- You ever hear any rumors about her? - No.
But I did see her on the fifth floor once.
By the good vending machines.
With the spicy trail mix.
She was arguing with this guy.
You know who it was? Or you never knew?
No, I've seen him around.
I think he was in Legal Aid.
Felt like I remember seeing him
in the, uh, in the courtroom with Ruth.
Low-key guy. Blond hair.
Griffin?
Smith? Biff?
I don't know, khakis.
Man, this place still really makes the shit
out of some shrimp.
Why'd you come back?
With everything that's going on,
it's been a little hard to focus at the office,
so I'm gonna prep from here this week.
Marcella's okay with that?
Yeah.
So I can get Ellen from the bus.
You can stay later at the office, if that helps.
Okay, thank you.
It mostly helps because...
I don't know how to be in this house.
Hey, snicklefritz.
Mom doesn't wait here.
She waits at the driveway.
I know that.
- I cross by myself. - Well, I know that,
but I didn't come here because I thought you needed me.
I came here because I needed you.
I really wanted to hold your hand today.
And I might want to hold your hand tomorrow.
I'm not sure yet.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm doing all right now. How about you?
How you doing?
I am if you are.
Gin makes the blood vessels in your face explode.
That's not true, actually.
You know, Grandpa Warren would be very upset
if he heard you say that.
He always thought of himself as
the global ambassador for gin's good name.
- What about bourbon? - Bourbon is prunes.
- What are you talking about? - Southern Comfort, it's prunes.
Southern Comfort is hardly bourbon.
And Southern Comfort is not prunes. That's Dr. Pepper.
And Dr. Pepper isn't prunes either, so...
So just beer and wine, then?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, me too, mostly.
Though there was a long time there
where I was daydreaming about Bloody Marys,
which were never really my thing.
Yeah, it's Mike's thing.
Yeah, that's why.
All those years watching him knock 'em back,
it symbolized being out in the world, I guess.
Mm.
But now I'm here, and all I really want
is a beer.
Oh, man, that's good.
This is really nice.
And a real head trip.
After...
missing all those years,
to sit here and feel like I know you,
but to know less about you
than somebody who barely knows you.
What other people think of as other people
is really just a projection of themselves anyway.
What do you want to know?
If it's already built,
why do they call it a building?
Why are they called "apartments"
if they're so close together?
What was it about her?
I don't think it was actually about her.
Which makes me feel sick to my stomach to say.
But when I try to remember what I was feeling
when all that was happening,
mostly I just remember being afraid.
Of what?
That life had passed me by, and I didn't even notice.
Hmm.
You're the psychology major...
and the Jung scholar.
Pretty sure you'd have a lot more insight
into that than I do.
Well, Mom always said that
your father never believed in you.
And if that was true, then you're never gonna think
that you're good enough.
Even if consciously, on the outside,
you're pushing back, you're fighting against that idea,
on the inside you're always just gonna be waiting to fail
because deep down you really think that
failure is your destiny.
So maybe when you did fail,
when you didn't get to become a judge,
you just decided to stop fighting the part of yourself
that secretly thought that you were worthless,
and instead, just do something to prove it.
Sorry.
Don't be sorry.
I asked.
I'm doing an internal investigation,
and I'm hoping you can help me.
Can you tell me how you know Danny Gallagher?
Uh, I was assigned to a case of his
in sentencing phase is how I met him.
And then I got assigned to another pending case of his
that didn't go.
I have a witness who places you with him
at Andolini's Restaurant on the ninth last month,
which was a Friday.
- You remember that night? - Yeah, actually.
- Can you tell me what it was like? - What it was like?
Um, that sounds kind of loaded.
It isn't meant to, it's just meant to be
open enough to include whatever you might want to tell me.
I want to tell you everything.
I haven't lived here very long,
so I don't really know that many people.
I work most of the time, so...
so I was having dinner at the bar,
and he was there meeting somebody.
A colleague, I think.
And we just struck up a conversation.
About work, but more...
more our philosophy of work.
You know, conceptualizing what we do.
Also, our parents.
Um, our fathers.
His father was a judge.
I don't know, just good conversation.
I don't really have many of those.
He made me...
He made me wish that I had more friends.
Conchita's al-- Sorry, my boss is...
- That's okay. I love Conchita. - She's always saying
that Dan Gallagher, he's one of the good guys.
And... I felt like that night I saw why.
You're cleared, it's done.
I still need to fill Marcella in,
but as far as I'm concerned, the letter, the allegation
in the letter is unfounded.
Okay, so that's it?
Yep. Back to work.
Although maybe let Marcella be the one
to officially tell you that.
Uh, thank you.
You should thank your friend Alex.
She's the one who saved your ass.
I think that's all I need. Thank you.
- Whew. - You okay?
Headrush.
- Get you some water? - No, I'm fine.
I'm just...
I'm good. Just a little, um...
A little pregnant.
But shh.
You better gird your loins,
because we have to go over your schedule.
Okay. That's fine.
Just glad to be back.
Never a doubt in my mind.
She wants me to owe her something, right?
She wants to be the one who rescues me.
Arsonist, fireman.
Oh, fuck.
You don't look all that surprised, Mike.
I don't think I am anymore.
- Okay, so what are you? - I'm your friend,
who's trying to look at this objectively.
And I think this woman is--
she is telling herself a story about you.
- Clearly. - One that you helped her write.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Look, obviously
if you just bent this Alex woman over
a bathroom sink one night, never spoke to her again,
this could all still be happening.
Right, 'cause she's out of her mind.
Well, maybe so, but that's not what you did
because that's not what you do, Dan.
Mike...
I've never cheated on Beth before.
I know you need people to like you.
Not just juries, but fucking everybody.
You laugh with them, you listen to them,
you confide in them.
You put on "The Dan Show," it's what you do.
But this woman is the one who's supposed to
somehow know you didn't mean it?
What is this?
I didn't-- Hey, I didn't say anything,
I didn't do anything that would justify...
No, it's how she heard what you said that matters.
She's building a world in her fucking head
about something you did because you were mad
you were gonna have to wait to be a fucking judge, man.
You know, the next time you're disappointed,
why don't you just try to sit with that feeling,
the way the rest of us have to fuckin' do?!
Is that unusual to get out
the first time that you're up for parole?
It depends, I think, on the crime and the criminal,
but yeah.
What's it like when you're with him?
Is it just like, "Yeah, that's my father"?
It's like he's this person that I know is my father,
- but I don't feel it. - Mm.
- Uh-huh. - Yeah.
Little bit.
At the risk of sounding like an asshole,
uh, it might not be irrelevant
for you to do your thesis about Jungian shit.
I mean, your life is pretty archetypal right now.
- Yeah. - Also, hey,
I feel honored that you trusted me with this.
I, of course, have no drama or secrets of my own,
so I have no frame of reference, but...
Yeah, you do seem very boring.
- Very. - Yeah.
You know that part of the college application
where they ask you if you've ever been on probation?
I mean, not specifically, but yeah.
Well, I have been on probation.
For five years I was on it.
From 17 until last year.
It was a DWI with injuries. Nobody died.
But... I'm a felon.
Juvenile felon.
And nobody here knows but you.
Now I feel honored.
Thank you.
Mm. Yeah.
How did you know that I was writing about Jungian shit?
- You told me. - No.
Okay, um...
I have a thing with Macksey.
We're like a-a thing.
Okay? So just-- shh.
Well, what kind of...
- Ooh. Mmm. - Mm.
Great. Is... is there anything else?
Is that not enough? Am I still boring?
- No, no, I mean, now you're a cliché. - Oh.
Oh, okay.
Everything is going to be all right.
How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds
parting beyond the dormer window,
and a high tide reflected in the ceiling
the poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart?
The hidden source is the watchful heart.
Everything is going to be all right.
How can I not be glad to contemplate the clouds
parting beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected in the ceiling
the poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart?
The hidden source is the watchful heart.
The hidden source is...
Hidden source is the watchful heart.
...watchful heart.
You got the surgery bill now,
but you got the anesthesia bill first.
And when you got the anesthesia bill first,
you didn't think to reach out to see
if the hospital did any surgery on my wife
to go with the anesthesia, you just denied the claim.
Makes total sense.
No, I asked Dr. Geller to rebill you.
So when he does, you can take the two bills,
put 'em together and see that you do cover anesthesia
for fucking ovarian cancer surgery, okay?
Thank you.
One bite at a time, right?
- Hmm? - Of the elephant.
Eat the elephant one bite at a time?
Right, because God never gives you more elephant
than you can eat?
Courage is elephant under pressure?
You never know how elephant you are
until elephant's your only choice?
Gideon's here...
with his new truck.
I wonder if he bought that with our money.
Tough times don't last.
- Touch elephants do. - Can't change
the cards you're dealt, just how you play the elephant.
No, because in the plans we filed with the city,
- you said that this beam is steel, right? - Right.
This beam here? Okay.
This isn't steel.
It's fucking plywood and sheetrock.
- That's not the one I said. - What-- this one?
Is it this one here? Sheetrock.
- This is the front bedroom. - We're in the front bedroom.
- That's what you put in the plans. - Okay, but that's not
- where the steel is. - Oh, are you fucking kidding me?
We're gonna have to refile these!
It's gonna take two, three weeks top.
We have a demo crew coming Monday. Okay.
What's happening here is not helpful.
- But I'm trying to establish terms. - Let's go downstairs
for a minute, please.
Maybe definitely.
I don't need him taking his shit out on me, okay?
It's not my fault his wife is sick or whatever.
Okay, you know what we're not doing? That.
We already had a problem coming into today
because of that thing where you did a site visit out of nowhere
without telling anyone, and then charged the client $1,500!
- Jesus Christ. - So that, plus this here
means that people don't have
to be going through tough personal stuff
to be really pissed at you, do they?
Okay, let's just try
to talk like professionals...
...who respect each other and...
and-and move forward with this, okay?
Where's that coming from?
Oh, my God!
Get down! Get down!
Beth, are you okay?! Beth!
He has heart issues.
They took him in a separate ambulance.
Arthur stayed to try to reach the owners.
Hon, you can tell me all about this later.
I don't want you worrying about it right now.
I thought about my mom, trying to breathe.
Oh, Bethie, I'm sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
But please don't worry about this right now.
Just think about Ellen, think about...
Who's picking her up at the bus?
Sorry. Neurology's here. They need a few minutes
with Mrs. Gallagher.
Maureen's got her. She's fine.
Wait. They would've dropped her off an hour ago.
Honey, she knows to go to the Clarkes' when nobody's home.
Just... She's gonna be fine.
Let the doctor take care of you now, please?
This is all I could find-- "Structural Forms
- of The Feminine Psyche." - Yeah, I didn't think
there was a lot of Toni Wolff's own writing out there.
But that, I do remember being very interesting, though.
The Mother, the Amazon, the... Hetaira?
Yeah, and the Medium.
Uh, that's not what Toni Wolff called her.
Uh, Medial Woman?
- Right. - Immersed in the psychic atmosphere
and the unconscious.
Yeah. Uh...
"She will often unknowingly draw the man into chaotic turmoil
"by which she will be carried away herself.
"She loses herself in ideas which do not belong to her,
"she experiences the destiny of another
"as though it were her own.
She becomes the first victim of her own nature."
I should have just
validated the parking myself.
This woman's never coming back.
Can you see a world where we're gonna be okay?
Or is it too soon,
and you haven't even thought about it yet?
Hey, Maureen.
The Clarkes aren't home.
Is there somewhere else Ellen would go?
What do you mean? Did you go to our house?
What is it? What's the matter?
I'm there now, Dan. I don't see her.
Okay, well, check the driveway gate.
See if it's unlocked. She might be in the backyard.
"She must express or act what is in the air,
"what the environment cannot or will not admit.
"Mostly the dark aspect of a situation or an idea--
"and she thus activates what is negative and dangerous.
In this way, she becomes the carrier of evil."
So, you're thinking this might be your topic maybe?
Well, if it is, I'm signing off.
But don't make me chase you for updates, please?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, this, um...
this isn't my business,
so I'm not gonna ask any questions.
Just want to help.
So I'm only gonna say...
that you've been seen.
People are talking, and they know.
I... I really don't know...
You don't have to say anything.
I just... I-I couldn't not say anything.
"Ruined" is such a weird word
to me to use about people,
about their lives, but...
I've seen it.
Call him again.
He'll call as soon as he knows something.
I want to call the police.
- Honey, he is the police. - No, he isn't!
What the...?
Ellen?
- He knows both of them, okay? - What?
He knows where to look, and in the time that it would take us
to explain everything to somebody new...
No!
I found her half a block away.
Oh...
Ellen. Oh, my God. Ellen. Ellen.
It's really important.
The person who took you, did they tell you who they were?
- It's very important. - You're right in her face.
Hey, we need to do this right now. Give her a minute.
Ellen, Ellen, Daddy's not mad at you.
Hey, Dan, Dan. - I just need you to try and remember.
- Did they tell you anything? - You need to calm down.
Did they tell you where they took you?
- Enough! - Did she tell you who she was?
- Come here, baby. - What did she tell you? Ellen!
- Dan. Dan! - Did she tell you her name?!
She's okay.
We got her.
Come on. Come on.
The FBI is not a decision that you can unmake
- after the fact. - I don't care, Mike.
We need to know what we're gonna tell them first.
- Everything. - You don't even...
I want to tell them everything.
You don't even know what everything is yet, Dan.
For your family's sake, you need a plan.
How are you gonna platform this, hmm?
The Feds don't answer to you. They don't consult with you.
They're not gonna keep you in the fucking loop.
When you ask them to come in, they come all the way in.
Look... just think overnight.
Beth and Ellen are safe. Go be with them.
Everything is gonna be all right. Okay?
Get up. I said get up. What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm going to the Feds.
You think I can't because you brought her back?
That I won't 'cause it'll burn me, too?
I do not fucking care anymore.
I'm gonna call in every favor from anyone who has ever
owed me anything to make sure that you go away.
So if you want to die, you better hurry up.
You don't have much time,
and you'll have to do it yourself.
Mikey, I have some follow-up questions.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, turkey tetrazzini. Mom supervised.
Meaning she added more sherry, 'cause she assumed I forgot.
Except I didn't forget.
So now it is flammable.
Also, it's not necessarily turkey tetrazzini,
it's more like rotisserie chicken tatrazzini.
And I did forget the mushrooms, so I just added more cheese.
What's all this?
Ah. The rest of the prints came back.
Two more hits.
So in addition to Dr. Paul's buddies
and Gabriel and whoever Benny's guy is...
- Biff Smithcliff. - Yeah.
We now have Olena Kuzma and Elijah Acosta.
So as far as viable alternative suspects go,
I think we're kind of cooking with gas here. Hmm?
And we've both had a case or ten in our day
where more was made with a lot fuckin' less.
So... I think we deserve some extra cheese.
Please.
I had a spoon.
- I'll use the wooden one. - Here, here, here.
Oh, yeah, take that guy. Do the honors.
Family dynamics are extremely complicated
for Alex, and so to walk into
what appears to be this idyllic suburban dream,
I'm not surprised it ignites
some not-so-great things in her.
What are you doing?