The Affair (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - 10 - full transcript

Previously
on The Affair...

You have to talk
to your mother.

She has something to tell you
about the ranch.

It's worthless.

Please stay.

But I'll die
if I stay any longer.

I don't want to die.

Ali, wait, wait.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

All right, dude.
You're all set.

- And here's my number.
- Great.



Just in case you ever get
in trouble out here again.

You found a pregnancy test?

Yes.
In the garbage.

Whitney, we know
you're pregnant.

I already have it
taken care of.

I have an abortion set up
for tomorrow.

Who did this to you?

- No one. Who cares?
- I care.

Uh, I'm here
looking for Whitney Solloway.

- She's 17.
- Hey, hey, hey...

- we're friends, okay?
- Fuck you!

I don't want this life.

I have to leave.

I'm in love with someone else.



I did it.

I left Helen.

? I was screaming
into the canyon ?

? At the moment of my death ?

? The echo I created ?

? Outlasted my last breath ?

? My voice,
it made an avalanche ?

? And buried a man
I never knew ?

? And when he died ?

? His widowed bride
met your daddy ?

? And they made you ?

? I have only one thing to do ?

? And that's be the wave
that I am ?

? And then sink
back into the ocean ?

? I have only one thing to do ?

? And that's be the wave
that I am ?

? And then sink
back into the ocean ?

? I have only one thing to do ?

? And that's be the wave
that I am ?

? And then sink
back into the ocean ?

? Sink back into the ocean ?

? Sink back into the o... ?

? Sink back into the ocean ?

? Sink back into the o... ?

? Sink back into the ocean ?

? Sink back
into the ocean ?

_

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Long time no see.

Sure is.
How you been?

I'm good.
Engaged.

Oh, yeah.

I-I have no idea
why I just told you that.

Well, I'm separated, so...

- That's too bad.
- Yeah, it really is.

? It's a hard world
to get a break in ?

? All the good things
have been taken ?

Hey, I don't know
your name.

It's Noah.
What's yours?

- Jules.
- Nice to meet you, Jules.

? I'll wear sable some day ?

? Hear what I say ?

- Daddy!
- Stacey.

? I'm gonna ride the serpent ?

? No more time spent
sweatin' rent ?

? Hear my command ?

? I'm breakin' loose,
it ain't no use ?

? Holdin' me down,
stick around ?

- ? But baby ?
- ? Baby ?

- ? Remember ?
- ? Remember ?

? It's my life and I'll do
what I want ?

? It's my mind and I'll think
what I want ?

? Show me I'm wrong,
hurt me sometime ?

? But some day I'll treat you
real fine ?

? There'll be women
and their fortunes ?

? Who just want to
mother orphans ?

? Are you gonna cry
when I'm squeezin' the rye ?

? Takin' all I can get,
no regrets ?

? When I ?

? Openly lie ?

? So, girl, go out ?

? Hand it out ?

- ? And baby ?
- ? Baby ?

- ? Remember ?
- ? Remember ?

? It's my life
and I'll do what I want ?

? Don't push me ?

? It's my mind
and I'll think what I want ?

? It's my life ?

? It's my life
and I'll do what I want ?

? I can do what I want ?

? It's my mind
and I'll think what I want ?

- Thanks.
- Have a seat.

Never finished
that one.

Nobody ever has.

You think
you'll be the first?

It's actually
my second time through.

- Victor.
- Noah.

What are you here for?

Disorderly conduct.

You?

I was advised
that a serious allegation

had been levied against me,

and pending the outcome
of the investigation,

I was to report here.

- When was that?
- Two years ago.

Two years ago?

The arbitrators

who were supposed to oversee
my case quit

because the city hadn't
paid them for several years,

so until
they work that out...

What do you do all day?

You're looking at it.

Hey, man,
can I go get a paper?

Sure, if you quit
your job.

What?

If you want to quit your job,
you can leave whenever you want,

but if you want to keep
your tenure,

you're here till 3:15, bud.

What if I need
to take a piss?

Give me your driver's license,
and I give you a hall pass.

I've got a copy

of Crime and Punishment
in my bag.

No, thanks.

That was a joke.

_

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, good luck
with that.

? When I stare into space ?

? I'm looking for you ?

? And I can see you
at times ?

? I'll be around ?

? To pick up your phone ?

? I'll be around ?

? Oh ?

? See the kaleidoscope girl ?

? In the doorway ?

? She's looking my way ?

? At times ?

? I'll be around ?

? To pick up your phone ?

? I'll be around ?

? Oh ?

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It's extraordinary.

- Really?
- Really.

Michi Kakutani
will flip for this,

and she hates everything.

So you...

- you want to publish it?
- I do.

I want it in stores
by next fall.

You want to talk money?

- Sure.
- Okay.

I think I can get you something
in the low six-figures.

- How's that sound?
- That sounds amazing.

See, what you really
should've done...

you should've found yourself
an agent

who could've sent this out
to a few of us at once

and create something
of a bidding war.

Fuck.

I'm gonna do it
for you.

I'll get Alena to start
a rumor internally

that HarperCollins
is also reading it,

and maybe we can up them
to half a mil.

- She works for you?
- Yup.

- Jesus.
- Yeah.

Trying to get her assigned
to another desk.

- Why?
- Because I know myself, Noah.

And not everyone has a wife
as hot as yours.

- Helen and I just separated.
- What?

No.
Since when?

It's been
almost four months.

Wow, you seemed like
one of the strong ones.

Well, no one ever really knows
what's going on

in anyone else's marriage,
right?

Did you leave her?

Uh, yeah.
But then she kicked me out.

- So you're a single man again.
- I guess so.

- What's it like?
- Oh, I don't know.

It's not that great.
She's so mad at me.

So are the kids,
at least the older ones.

I lost half my friends.

I live in a place
the size of your desk.

- I basically lost my job.
- That sounds wonderful.

Nobody checking up on you,

wondering what time
you're gonna be home,

how much money
you made this month,

what did you spent it on?

You could fly
to Cancun tonight.

You could fuck a co-ed,
and you could just...

you could keep going.

Well, I do still
have my kids, Harry.

Can I ask you something?

I mean, you don't have to answer
this if you don't want to.

Sure.

You miss your wife?

Not yet.

So that's it?
That's all you wanted to know?

- Some shit about my car?
- That's it.

Unless there's something else
you'd like to tell me.

Well, if you're ever curious
about my bike,

you know
where to find me.

99 Greenwich Ave, right?

Fancy.

Do you have any leads yet,
Detective?

- Nothing that's panned out yet.
- Wow.

You're really doing
a crackerjack job here,

aren't you?

Listen, as much as I enjoy
spending time with you,

I didn't kill
Scotty Lockhart.

Now, I wish
I could help you

just so I could stop
coming in here,

but I've told you
everything I know about it.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Solloway.

Hey.
Hey!

Hello?

Where are you?

Okay, I'll be right there.

When did you get that?

Hey, I'm here
looking for Whitney Solloway.

- She's 17.
- Hey, hey, hey...

- we're friends, okay?
- Fuck you!

She's fucking 17!

- Hey!
- I'm gonna fucking kill you.

My mother hired
a private investigator.

What?
Why?

To build a case against you
in divorce proceedings.

I thought
we were taking a break.

He's really very good.

He has all the names
of all the girls you took home,

and he's got files on them
in his dossier.

He actually says that,
used that word "dossier."

Oh, Jesus Christ, Helen.

And the rubber room...

when were you gonna tell me
about that?

- Never.
- Why not?

'Cause it's none
of your fucking business.

I'm still getting
my full fucking salary.

You think
that's what I care about?

How could you let your mother
hire a private investigator?

I don't let my mother
do anything.

My mother does whatever
the fuck she wants to do,

and she does not ask
my permission.

So is that why you called me
up here,

to see how
you're gonna divorce me?

- What is wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?

Yeah, what's wrong
with you?

Scotty Lockhart
was fucking our daughter,

- and you don't tell me?
- When was I supposed to

fucking tell you?
You threw me out of the house.

Bullshit! Fuck you!
You are protecting yourself...

Now you're gathering evidence
against me,

so you can take my children!

You think, for one moment,
that some judge

is gonna look
at that tape

of a father
defending his daughter

and see some violent man
who doesn't deserve

- custody of his children?
- I hate you so much!

If you want to divorce me,
that's one thing,

but that shit is fucking
beneath you.

I don't want to divorce you,
you asshole!

- You don't?
- No.

Well, what do you want?

I want you
to come home.

I miss you.

I can't do this alone.

I hate my life
without you.

You know... you know...
you know, you used to like me

because of how I am.

I mean, I thought you chose me
for the way I am.

You did.

You did.
You wanted a certain life.

And I gave that to you.

You were tired
of being poor.

You wanted a big family.
I could've stopped that too.

I didn't need to have four kids
to try to make up

for the wasteland
that was my childhood.

You know, you never gave me
a chance.

You never said,
"I'm different now."

"I want something else."

You just took it
all away.

But I can change.
I can change.

And I have been working
with Dr. Gunderson

two times a week,
and I have new tools now.

Helen, Helen, stop, stop.
Just stop, stop.

It's okay.
It's okay.

All gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Did you just wipe your snot
all over my shirt?

Do you think
that's hot?

What time are you talking
to Jeffries?

- Now, man.
- What does he want from you?

- I have no idea.
- He's gonna ask about me.

- Specifically about my car.
- Why?

It doesn't matter.
I need you to say nothing.

You never met me.
You never fixed my car.

What's that worth?

How about 10 grand?
Will that do it?

No, but 20 will.

Okay, fine.

I'll get you the cash
tomorrow.

Oh, come on, man.
Give me a break.

You know, you got to give me
the cash today.

Okay, fine.

I'll wire it to you
right now.

Damn, man.

You must be
in some deep shit.

It's all gonna be fine.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Dad, what are you doing here?

Your dad found out
that your boyfriend last summer

was not Jack.

How?

Whitney, why did
you lie to me?

Well, because I thought
you'd be upset.

I am.
I'm very upset, and I...

- we're gonna press charges.
- For what?

- For statutory rape.
- Well, that's ridiculous.

I'm 17.

You were 16 when it happened,
and he's 30 at least.

- He's probably older than that.
- Are you serious about this?

- I'm very serious.
- Was this your idea?

Whitney, what this guy did
was a crime.

No, it wasn't.
It was consensual.

- He took advantage of you.
- I'm telling you.

- I asked him to.
- He's 15 years older than you.

How old is Alison?

Really?

What, you thought she wasn't
gonna tell me, Dad?

What was she supposed to say?
You grew apart?

Jesus, I can't believe you
or you.

You said it was over.

You said you would never
forgive him.

Well, it's not that simple.

You said
he was a bad person

who had deliberately ruined
our lives.

You said he might be
a sociopath.

- I was angry.
- Well, I had to live with that.

I had to go see dad
all the time

and act like
everything was normal,

all the time wondering,
"is he a sociopath?"

Come on.
Now, look.

I never should
have said that.

I'm sorry.
I apologize.

You... you're a hypocrite.

You think you can just
walk back in here

after four months
of not being here

and be my parent?

I am your parent.

Now, you may not like that
or me, but I'm still your dad.

And by the way, we're not
asking permission here.

We're telling you
what's about to happen.

- Is that clear?
- You can't do that.

- I love him.
- I don't care, Whit.

- You are a sociopath!
- Thank you.

Thanks a lot for that.

- She okay?
- Not really.

Told you
this was a bad idea.

Which part?

You know,
maybe we should...

maybe we should
just let it go.

I mean, she obviously knew
what she was doing.

She was almost 17.

I'm gonna press charges.
You can join me or not.

Did you just change
in the bathroom?

- Yeah.
- Why?

I don't know, Noah.

Should I leave?

No.

Please don't.

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Okay, everybody,
we'll be back by tonight,

and you be good
for grandma, okay?

- Where are you going?
- Going on a little trip.

- Where's Whitney?
- She's at her friend's house.

Is dad living
with us again?

I don't want
to talk about that right now.

I have an idea... Why don't you
and I go pick up Whitney?

Noah can spend the day
with his children,

who clearly miss him.

Mom, you said
you would watch them.

And I'd be happy to,
but considering the predicament

our Whitney finds herself in,

I just wonder if her father is
the appropriate role model.

- Are you kidding me, Margaret?
- Don't.

You think this situation
is somehow my fault.

Please don't.
Please.

No, you and Bruce
have the worst values

in the Western world.

You've been filling
Whitney's head

with your toxic,
narcissistic bullshit

since she was a child,

and you stand there
judging me?

I'm sorry, Noah.
What would you like me to do?

Congratulate you
on finally revealing yourself

to be the useless asshole
I always suspected you were?

- Stop yelling at dad!
- Yeah, stop it!

Guys, just go.
We'll be fine.

Thank you, honey.

Bye.

You know
what I just figured out?

What?

I was so afraid
of marrying my father,

I never realized

I was marrying
my mother.

Perfect.

Where is she?

Inside
with my mother-in-law.

- Is Scotty in there?
- No.

- He's... he's gone.
- Gone where?

I don't know.

Mr. Solloway, hello.
Mrs. Solloway, hi.

- I'm Cherry Lockhart.
- You fucking traitor.

I thought
we were friends.

Can we just sit down?

And we'll just talk
this through, okay?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm taking my daughter,
and I'm going home.

I know you want to,
but can we just speak?

I just want to say
that I did not realize

what was going on
this past summer

between my son and...

I mean, if I'd known,

I obviously would have
put a stop to it.

- He's much too old for her.
- Yes, I agree.

- Whitney, come on.
- Can I just ask?

Have you called the police?

- No, not yet.
- Oh, thank God.

Please don't.
Please?

I know my son.

He's been a struggle
all along,

but I promise you he never meant
to hurt your daughter.

He... Scotty...
he just doesn't think.

- Obviously.
- Please don't press charges.

Please?
We just lost this ranch.

We're all gonna be homeless
at the end of the month,

and I can give you my vow...
my solemn vow...

you will never see him again.

He will never be anywhere
near your daughter...

All right, this is
way too fucked up, okay?

Whitney, we are going
right now.

- No, there's no arguments.
- Stop! I don't...

Let's go.
And, you, stop staring at him.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Please don't speak that way
to my daughter-in-law...

not in this house.

Your daughter-in-law
was fucking my husband.

I know.
She's done a terrible thing.

Many people in this room
have done terrible things,

so I think maybe
what would be best

is if we all
just forgive each other

and say good-bye.

Whitney, you have
to go home now.

- Let's go.
- Stop it, stop.

Did you get rid
of her, Mom?

- Shit.
- You fucking...

I'll kill you!
Fucking come here!

- Fucking kill you!
- Get the fuck off me!

Fucking scumbag!

I'm gonna kill you!

Fucking scumbag!

God!

Fuck!

Get the fuck
off my brother.

Fuck.

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't

blow your fucking brains out
right now,

'cause I can't think of one.

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What's it today, Maurice?

I call it "vegan surprise".

- Namaste.
- Namaste.

- Namaste.
- Namaste.

Namaste.

So I think
I found someone for you.

- Oh, Athena, please.
- Just hear me out.

He's 6'2".
He's very clean.

- Clean?
- He's around your age.

He's an entrepreneur.

He came by my practice
yesterday.

He was trying to sell me
these hemp bars

that he had made,
which were delicious.

And we got to talking,
and I found out

he's recently divorced.

He's from the city,

but he rented
a little cabin up here

to regroup and get his life
back together,

- just like someone else I know.
- Athena...

I found him
very centered, Alison.

He really looked me
in the eye

as he was talking to me.

He was trying
to sell you hemp bars.

And generous.

He gave me a few to try
for free.

Oh, his phone number's
on the back.

Oh!
Look at that.

I feel like
he could provide you

with a very healing
sexual experience, sweetie.

I don't need that.

I'm a very big advocate
for celibacy

between relationships

as a kind
of palate cleanser.

Oh, thank you, Dennis.

In the program,

abstention
from sexual involvement

or intrigue
is highly recommended

for recovery.

Well, she's not
an addict, baby.

She's recovering
from toxic dynamics.

You've grown so much here.

Don't leave.
Stay a little longer.

I can't.

It's almost summer again,

and I have to deal
with the house.

- Is Cole still there?
- Uh, I don't know.

I think so.

Gonna stay at Phoebe's tonight
and go over tomorrow.

- Tell her hi.
- I will do.

Oh, God.
I got to go.

I'm gonna miss
my train.

But I'll take this
just in case.

Thank you, Athena.
Thank you.

For a second, I thought
you might actually call me mom.

So what the hell happened?

I take off for a year,

and you decide
to leave your husband?

- I met someone.
- What?

- Who?
- His name is Noah.

Where?

Uh...

he came
into the Lobster Roll

with his wife
and four kids.

- Oh, Jeez.
- Yeah.

- And?
- And we had an affair.

Cole found out.
Actually Cherry found out first.

Then Cole found out.
It was a disaster.

- Whoa.
- Yeah.

- Whoa.
- I know.

So you're not
still seeing him?

No.

- You going back to Cole?
- No.

I think
I want to be alone.

Have you ever been alone?

No, I haven't.

It's all very glamorous
until you need a kidney.

- What, do you need a kidney?
- No.

But if I did,
who would I call?

You can take
one of mine.

I mean,
that's the kind of stuff

you start to think about

when you spend
too much time alone.

I mean, is it any worse
than being lonely

in your own marriage?

I don't know.
I've never been married.

You know?

There was this time,
this moment very...

there was this moment
at the very beginning

when I was walking away
from Noah,

and he grabbed my hand,

and he pulled me
back to him.

And he just looked at me.

He really just...

he looked at me.

It was
the most perfect,

erotic moment
of my life.

And I sometimes feel like
everything that's happened since

is just us
circling each other,

trying to get back
to that moment,

and...

Yeah.
But you never can.

Why not?

Because it wasn't real.

Hey.

Hey.

I just came to pick up Phoebe.
We're gonna go surfing together.

How are you?
How have you been?

Fine.
I'm totally fine.

- That's good.
- Yeah, everything's great.

Sorry, I'm just looking
for my wet suit.

I thought I hung it up
by the shower,

but it's not there.

- How's Hal?
- He's fine.

- Cherry?
- She's fine too.

Did you sell the ranch?

We lost it last week,
actually.

We have to be out
by the end of the month.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

Yeah, you're really
out of the loop.

Well, it's good
to see you.

I've missed you.

If I had known
that you were here,

I would've waited
in the car.

Really?

Yes, really.

Alison, you walked out
on your family.

Now that you've decided
to swing back into town,

you just want to pick up
where you left off?

No, I'm sorry.
It doesn't work like that.

Well, how does it work?

I don't know,
but not like that.

Found it.
Sorry.

- Ready to go?
- Yeah, absolutely.

- What about you?
- Do you want to come?

She doesn't surf.

Well, you're welcome
to stay here for the morning.

- I'll leave you my key.
- No, I have to go to the house.

Can you drop me?

Is that all right?

Just take me
to my house, MK,

and then you never
have to see me again.

- Hey.
- Hey, Cole.

Guys headed out?

It's pumping out there
this morning.

Hey.

Staying at Phoebe's?

That's right.

It's nice having her back,
isn't it?

Hey, this place
looks great.

Yeah, I fixed it up.

I did a bunch of work on it
while you were gone.

Turned pretty well.

It should help you
when you try to sell it.

This was a bad idea.

How's your mom?

The same.

How's yours?

Well, we finally lost
the ranch.

I heard.

So understandably,
she's a mess.

Right.

Sorry.

Where are you gonna go?

I don't know.

Thanks for returning
my phone calls...

- Cole...
- and my texts.

Look, I couldn't.
I'm sorry. I...

You know, it just amazes me
that after 20 years,

you really think
that you know somebody,

but it turns out
you don't know them at all.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't you know
what to say?

You've had four fucking months
to figure it out.

Why come back here
if you don't know what to say?

Oh, my God.

I cannot fucking
believe you.

You didn't come back
to talk to me at all, did you?

It's almost summer.

You came back
to sell the fucking house.

Wait, what if
I sold it to you?

- What?
- Look, you love this place.

You should have it.
Make me an offer.

I'm broke, Ali.
You know that.

Well, then I'll give it
to you.

I'll sign the deed
over to you.

That would make you
a fucking idiot.

I just want you
to have something that you love.

I love you.

I don't know how to fix
what's broken between us, Cole.

I-I don't think
it's fixable.

Okay, what if we go see
another therapist?

It's not gonna
bring him back.

I know that.

And that is the only thing
that can fix this for me.

- No.
- I look at you.

And I see his face.

People survive this.
They do.

You know that.
It's incredibly hard,

but they survive together.

- They heal together.
- I don't want to.

It's too hard.
I don't want to do it.

Is this about him?

- Are you with him now?
- No.

I haven't talked to him
since I last talked to you.

It's not about him.
It's about me.

I'm sorry.

I am so, so sorry
Gabriel died.

I don't know what we did
to deserve that.

We loved him.
We took good care of him.

But he's gone,

and I see him all over your face
and your body.

You've changed for me.

What are you saying,
Alison,

that you want to forget
about him?

No.

Forget about you.

Why weren't
you watching him?

Excuse me?

I went to get a blanket.

I left you alone
for three minutes.

How could you have let him
go under?

Why wouldn't you just take him
to the fucking hospital?

I'm gonna go surfing,

and when I come back
to this house,

I want you out of here, and
I never want to see you again.

Oh, good.
Thank God you're still here.

- You have to come with me.
- What?

That Solloway girl
is here.

Cherry's been trying
to call you.

She's at the ranch,
and she's looking for Scotty.

Why?

Just will you come
with me, please?

Quickly.
I'll explain in the car.

You too.

Hi.

Sorry to drag you both
into this.

Tell them
what you just told me.

Scotty and I were together
for a while,

and my parents
just found out,

and now they want to charge him
with statutory rape.

- What?
- Yeah, look.

It's not about him.

They're going through something,
as I'm sure you'd know.

Hold on a second.
You and Scotty?

- Yes.
- Where is he?

Look, this isn't his fault.
You shouldn't blame him.

- How old are you?
- What differences does it make?

How old are you?

- I'm 17.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Maybe if I just speak
to your mother as a mother,

I appeal
to her sympathy...

- she has sons of her own.
- No, that'll never work.

My mom pays lawyers
to do her talking.

Does she know where you are
right now?

No, I don't think so.

Well, maybe
you could call her.

Get her to pick you up,

and then Cherry could have
the conversation in person.

- Why don't you call him?
- Why?

We don't know
that your mother's behind this.

If I was your father,
I would want to kill Scotty.

We need to talk to him
together,

and if you call him,
he'll come.

- And what if he comes alone?
- Oh, please.

She'll never
let that happen.

She's already made
that mistake once.

I-I don't want
to do this.

I don't give a shit
what you want, Alison.

Make the call.

Fine.

I need you
to say nothing.

You never met me.
You never fixed my car.

What's that worth?

How about 10 grand?
Will that do it?

No, but 20 will.

Okay, fine.

Nice work, Jake.

All right, let's finish
the affidavit and get it in.

So do I get to keep
the money?

No, man, you forfeit that
to us in cash.

Cash?

But you didn't call the IRS,
right?

- No, and I'm not going to.
- Oh, thank God.

Look, man,
I got two kids at home

and another one
on the way.

I can't afford
to lose my business.

You better stop taking money
under the table, man.

It's way too easy for me
to find that out.

Hey, yeah, you got it.
Listen, thanks again, man.

Yeah.

Hey, I'm here
looking for Whitney Solloway.

- She's 17.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- I'm gonna kill you!
- Hey, you need to relax!

- Come on!
- You need to calm down!

Steve's on the line.
He says it's urgent.

Thank you, Esther.

Hey, babe, what's up?

So were you really screwing
my dad?

Yeah.

Why?

He's so old,

and your husband's
so hot.

They're here.

Cherry, they're here.

Fuck.

- You want to get it?
- No.

Okay.

Where is she?

Uh, she's inside.
She doesn't want to come out.

Well, she doesn't have
a fucking choice.

Hi.

Hi.

Where's Cherry?

I asked her to give us
a second.

- She'll be here soon.
- All right, the party's over. Okay?

No, No. Mrs. Lockhart wants
to talk to you.

Well, I have no interest
in talking to her,

so we're leaving, okay?

- No, no.
- Whitney.

I'm not gonna leave.
Dad, no.

Get the fuck up now, Whitney.

Wow, that's how you talk
to your kids.

You know, I pegged you
as more of a family man,

- the mild-mannered professor.
- Stop.

But clearly
there's another side to you,

which actually makes more sense,
'cause she sure as shit

does not respond to kindness.

I can tell you that.

Listen, man, I know you got
a lot to be upset about.

Yes, I do.

And if you want to talk
to me another time,

then we should do that,
but right now,

I'm just gonna take my daughter
and go home.

I just want to take my wife
and go home.

She won't go
with me anymore.

What do you think
I should do about that?

I don't know.

You don't know.

That's between you and her
to figure out.

Whitney, if you're not
in that car in 60 seconds...

No, no!
Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!

Cole, Cole.
What are you doing?

Not exactly sure yet.

Look, put the gun away,
please.

I don't think
I'm gonna do that.

Look, man,
whatever this is about,

just let my family
walk out of here, okay?

What do you think
this is about, asshole?

You fucked my wife,
didn't you?

Didn't you?
Yes or no.

I did.

Well, how would you feel
if I fucked your wife?

- Cole, please.
- Stay out of this.

- Put the gun...
- I said shut the fuck up.

There's only one thing
left in this world

that I still care about,

and that's her.

Does that mean anything
to you?

Does anything
mean anything to you?

Does she?

- Does she?
- Listen to me, man!

Listen to you.
Listen to you?

A married man
with four children

takes advantage of a woman
who just lost her only child,

and you want me to listen
to you, you sick fuck?

Cole, listen to me.
It's not him you're angry at.

I'm my own person.

I make my own decisions.

He did not take me
away from you.

I chose him.

So, please, if you want
to shoot someone,

shoot me.

If you want to kill somebody,
kill me, please.

- Please.
- Okay.

Okay, well, maybe I should
just shoot myself.

Let you have this image
burned into your mind

for the rest
of your life.

You'll be stuck with it
like we're both stuck with him.

Does that sound
like a good idea?

No, no.
No.

He wouldn't want this.

Please, if he... if he was here,
he would be so scared...

- But he's not here.
- Yes, he is.

He is here.
He's here every day.

He's here with me every day.
I know he's with you.

I know.

He loved you so much.

He wanted to be you.

Please, he'd want you
to be happy.

He'd want me to be happy.

Please.

We can't let him down.
Please.

Please.

Come on, let's get
the fuck out of here.

Are you coming?

It's okay.
It's okay.

- She asleep?
- I think so.

- You look so pretty.
- Don't.

You do.

What's your day look like
tomorrow?

Nuts.
Yours?

Jammed.

Can you be here
when Julianne leaves?

No, I'm having dinner
with that actor.

You're kidding.

Yeah, he wants to talk
about his character

or something.

He's so famous.
Where you gonna go?

Don't know.
Probably his hotel.

Harry's setting
something up.

- Noah Solloway.
- I know.

I'm proud of you.
You know that?

Thanks.

Oh, shit.

That's weird.
I'll get it.

Okay.

- Who is it?
- Detective Jeffries.

- Detective.
- I'm looking for Mr. Solloway.

Is he home?

You're under arrest.

- Mr. Solloway.
- What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you...

What are you doing?

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,
one will be provided to you.

No, you can't do this.
Please, stop.

Do you understand
these rights, Mr. Solloway?

I'll go with them.

Look, I'll get you
out of this.

- I promise.
- Let's go.

Do you believe me?