The Affair (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - 204 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

Are you living with her?

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!

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.

♪ I was screaming
into the canyon ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do
and that's ♪

♪ Be the wave that I am
and then ♪

♪ I have only one thing to do
and that's ♪

♪ Be the wave that I am
and then ♪

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.

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.
- Yes, please.

Did you say your client lives
in a brownstone?

That is correct,
with her four children.

A whole brownstone you said?

Well, yes,
but I don't think that that's...

Does your client own
this "whole brownstone"?

Not outright, Your Honor.

It was purchased
through a trust in 2003.

And the neighborhood?

I'm sorry?

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.

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."

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.

I hate him so much.

Tell your folks
I'll see them on Friday.

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!

What?

The last I heard,
he was in Tulsa

with his former student.

Ina.

He says he's in love.

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.

All right. I'm coming.

Coming.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

The kids home?
They aren't home, right?

No.

Beautiful.

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.

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?

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?

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...

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.

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.

♪ Lucinda Williams'
"Changed the Locks" playing ♪

♪ 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?

A customer.

Those things rock.

Can't quite tell
what it is.

Oh.

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.

It's very nice.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

Hey!

Stop laughing!

Shit.

Taxi! Taxi!

Taxi!

Hey!

Motherfucker.

Jesus!
Watch it!

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?

We tried to launch them
at lunchtime,

- but mine was too big.
- Oh, yeah?

It only went, like,
two inches, but, um...

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...

And then...
What? What?

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.

Stacey? Okay, let me see.

Let me... let me see, honey.
I want to take a look.

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.

God.

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?

Granola bar.

Can I please
take a look?

Now? I mean,
there's nothing in there.

- It's just... just...
- So then show him.

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...
- 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.

I need to call
my fucking husband!

- Daddy!
- Dad!

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?

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...

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.
- 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...

Okay.

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.

Our date will be
Tuesday the 18th.

I hope not to see you then.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

You want me to see
the kids on weekends?

Or more than that.
I don't know.

Kinda sounds like you do know.

I don't know.
I'm just saying that...

Can you not get that ple...

Hello?

I can't, Helen.
I'm in Crown Heights.

I...

Why? What happened?

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.

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.
Polk, Polk...

Helen, stop fucking laughing.
Just cut it out!

Polk.
That's his name.

Cut it the fuck out.

Why should I?

Why do you get to fuck up
and I don't?

Do we have
to go to camp tomorrow?

Probably not.

- Can we watch a movie?
- Sure.

Can we watch two movies?

Sure.

- Bam.
- Yes!

- "Mrs. Doubtfire"!
- Forget it.

You've seen it
like 80 times.

So? I hit my head.

Let her choose.

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?

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.

They're here!

- 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.

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.

Hey.

Six, seven, eight.

Whoo!

Oh, that was a flip!

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.

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.

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.

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.

I told her no
because I loved her.

Jesus Christ.

Martin, we're back!

Cashews.

You're blocking the screen.

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.

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!

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?

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.

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!

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.

Hey, any better?

Listen, I think
you should try to drink.

I got you a ginger ale.

Martin,
you wanna let me in?

Christ. What's going on?
Is it worse?

Were you able to go?

- Martin, were you ab...
- No!

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?

Is that better?

Ow.

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.

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.

I don't know, his stomach.

Look, I'll call you later.

No, he's not vomiting.

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...

Ow. Ow.

What?

Martin, I need to...

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!

Just let me press
on your stomach, okay?

Can I just...
I need to press...

- Let me shit!
- Okay, go on.

Hey. Sorry about that.

No, no, he's okay.

He went to the bathroom.
He's sleeping.

God, I miss you.

Downstairs? Where?

What's gonna happen
to us?

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.

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.

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.