The Affair (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - 205 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

I feel a little weird
being here without you.

- Why?
- What do they think about me?

Yvonne has been looking
for a personal assistant.

I just thought since you're here

and you seem kind of bored
and we get along so well...

I'll take it.

How much of this
is based on what happened

between you and, um,
what's her actual name?

How's the book
coming along?

- Have you read it?
- Not yet.



Noah doesn't like to share
his work until it's finished.

I'd love to read it
when you want an opinion.

I wouldn't tell Alison.

It's a very bad idea
to mix love and criticism.

I'm going to issue a court order
preventing Ms. Bailey

from any contact
with the four children.

I'm really sorry.

I don't think
we can live together.

Niño.

I can't believe I just did that.

- I'm Cole, by the way.
- Luisa.

What's going on
with the house?

- What?
- Is she selling?

I have no idea.



Because you're sitting on
a lot of money there, brother.

That's my card.

I'm very discreet.

What's the worst thing
you've ever done?

This, probably.

How about you?

I've done a lot of things.

♪ 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

_

Mm.

Hey, it's me.

I just wanted to check in,
see how Martin's doing.

I... and, um, I'm wondering
what you're doing today.

I'm not sure what the plan is.

Am I staying here?

Are you coming back?

Uh, can you just call me?

Okay. Love you.

Oh, shit.

Oh, Jesus Christ, you can't just
sneak up on me like that.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

I just wanted to bring
your coffee.

- Is it decaf?
- Of course.

All right,
just put it over there.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Won't you be chilly
in those things?

Uh, it's going to be 90 today.

Well, it's not now.

All of these
need letters of rejection.

Just use the template
my last assistant put together.

It's somewhere on the laptop.
You'll have to find it.

And then just go ahead
and sign for me.

- You can do that?
- Uh, yeah. Sure, no problem.

Maybe you want
to write this down.

Uh, yeah.

Just get one off the desk.

Um...

Take a piece of paper
from the printer.

Okay, whenever you're ready.

All right,
this has to go overnight.

Be sure you get everything
to the post office this morning,

and then,
while you're in town,

run by Hudson Hil's
and pick up lunch for four.

Just choose
from the catering menu for us.

Put it all on the card, plus
something for a three-year-old.

Or I suppose you'll have
to pick up hot dogs and buns.

That's all she feeds him...
my daughter.

We didn't tell you...
my daughter and her husband

are coming up
for the holiday weekend.

Oh, well, uh, just let me know
of any way I can help.

I am.

Right.

Oh, uh,
what about Robert's exercises?

What about them?

I should run through them
with him, shouldn't I?

Not necessary. I have convinced
Hugo to come back next week.

Oh.

Uh, well, he needs to work
that knee every day. I...

Fine.

Is that Noah's book
you were reading?

Yes.

How is it?

It's fascinating.

Door closed.

Alison.

Oh. I'm sorry.

- I did 500. I'm done.
- Right.

Well, you should've
been counting. What's next?

Ah, uh,
let's do some leg lifts, mm?

- Keep the hip down.
- I know.

Okay. That's it.

Mm.

Okay.

Don't let anybody fool you
into getting old.

They wax on and on
about how satisfying it is.

You know what's
really satisfying?

Cartilage.

I'm trying to make you laugh,
kid.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm just a little distracted.

Something wrong?

I don't know.

Is Yvonne mad at me
for some reason?

Not that I know of.
Why?

I, uh...
I just took her her coffee,

and she was reading Noah's book,
and she just...

Ah, well,
"reading" is a polite word.

She's been devouring it.

Um, that's ten.
You take a rest.

Okay.

I'll work on your thigh,
so you don't cramp.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Mm.

Have you read it?

She's read some passages aloud
to me in bed.

He's an incredibly strong
writer, isn't he?

Uh, well, I wouldn't know.

He won't let me read it.

Huh.

Well, he probably just wants
to make it perfect

before he shows it to you.

Yeah, maybe.

How is Noah?

Uh, yeah, yeah, he's...
he's fine.

Is... is he here?

I haven't seen him
in the past few days.

Uh, no, he's in the city.
His son is sick.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Serious?

He doesn't know yet.

Well, do you want
to go be with him?

We can manage here
without you.

No, no,
that's very nice of you, but...

uh, she doesn't want me there.

Oh.

Yeah, the early years
of a second marriage.

I remember them well.

You couldn't pay me
to go back there.

- Okay.
- What?

Time for the second set.

- You scared me.
- Hip down.

Go.

Oh, this one's harder
than the last one.

I know, I know.
Keep going.

Mm.

How did you and Yvonne meet?

She was my wife's friend.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

It caused something
of a scandal, to put it mildly.

What... did you have an affair?

We did.

Ah.

Is that so hard
for you to fathom?

No. No, of course not.
I just... I just, um...

It was painful,
but eventually,

things worked out
for Yvonne and me,

and they're going to work out
for you and Noah too.

Well, we...

I always suspected
there was something

a little more to the story about
the lighthouse in the rain.

Like maybe spouses?

Am I right?

What's that face?
Don't do that.

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

You didn't kill anyone.

You're young, you're beautiful,
and you fell in love.

There's nothing criminal
about that.

It was insane
the way it happened, Robert.

Now, I met him,
and he said he was married,

and I was married,
so I thought, "Well, good.

This is safe.
We can just be friends."

Yeah.

And then we were walking home
one night, and he kissed me,

just on the cheek, and...

God, I felt this bolt of
electricity course through me.

And I realized,
fuck, no.

No, we can't.

I-I tried to stay away
from him,

but he was everywhere.

It's a tiny town.

And then, that one night,

he kissed me on the beach,
and...

it was the first time
in my life I...

I couldn't say no.

And all I could think about
was being close to him,

touching him,
being naked with him,

getting away from everything
in my life, and...

it was terrifying.

But... it was wonderful.

I-I felt like
I'd been asleep for years,

in this fog of grief,
and then there's this person

who makes me feel alive,
and it...

Anyway...

Hey, uh, kid.

I think, uh, we're done.

Oh, uh...

- It's okay, uh...
- No, it's fine.

I guess you just have
this effect on men.

Oh, you're one
of the lovebirds

staying up
with Robert and Yvonne.

I'm sorry?

Yvonne told me
all about you.

Show me the ring.

Yvonne said there might be
wedding bells

up at the property.

She told you that?

Couple of days ago.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

No, no, no, not that platter.
That's decorative.

Maybe get down
the wineglasses.

No, no.
Those are the Pinot glasses.

The small Chardonnay,
right?

- Napkin in the lap.
- Put it in your lap, buddy.

We're gonna eat
some dinner first, aren't we?

- Huh? Yeah.
- Oh, no, no, no.

That's lovely.
Thank you, Alison.

Oh, so, Yvonne, I saw
your old intern Mark on Bowery.

- Mama, I want a hot dog.
- Mark! I didn't know.

- How is he?
- You want a hot dog? Mom?

You want a hot dog, sweetie?
Okay, I'll get one for you.

Alison. Alison.

I don't see the hot dogs.

Right, hot dogs.
I'll be right back.

Show me your Superman.

Oh!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Look at that.
He's got... oh!

Hey, busy?

No, not at all.

Wow.

I haven't actually been
inside here in years.

It's Yvonne's domain.

For her and her acolytes.

Is everything okay
at the house?

Is there anything I can do
to help?

Listen, Alison.

Uh, Yvonne's had a...

just a really great phone call
from this young man

who's just graduated from
the Iowa Writers' Workshop,

and he's apparently
something really special.

He's a really terrific
young man.

Okay.

Just the type of person
that Yvonne wants to mentor.

And she really thinks that she...

well, she can show him
a lot if, uh,

he were to be her assistant.

Um, uh...

And, um,

with Hugo coming back Tuesday,
we just really...

we thought, uh, we'd...
we'd spare you the pressure

of feeling like you need
to come up to the house anymore.

Give you your time back.

I'm... I'm not sure
I understand.

Yvonne just wants
to work with someone

a little more professional,
that's all.

But I am professional.

Well, I mean, let's face it.

You care about her business
about as much as I do.

Is this about what happened
in the living room?

- No.
- Robert...

Oh, please don't make this
into something it's not.

I just...
I just don't understand. I...

I think you do.

Anyway, um,
I just wanted to let you know

I'm so appreciative
of your help, as is Yvonne,

and we know that you and Noah
will keep in touch with us

when you go.

You were never meant to be
someone's assistant, kid.

Yvonne?

Yvonne?

I think there's been
a terrible misunderstanding.

At last,
he'd found solace.

Out here he could breathe.

The rustling of the dune grass,
the salt breeze.

Or he would go back,
he thought, to the diner,

to thank her,
leave his number.

It was her.
What would he say?

Would she remember him?

His voice felt lost
in his throat.

...lifted her skirt
just an inch.

He paused.

They listened together
to the sounds of the marina,

hearts shaking in their skin.

She was sex,
the very definition of it.

She was the reason
the word was invented.

...a fistful of her hair,
her head pulled back.

Dress clinging to her back.

Nails rasped
against the skin of his back.

"Do you like my pussy?"
she asked.

...tasted like metal...
two fingers...

Desperately tight,
he came immediately.

...felt her rigid
against him...

...see the tip of her tongue
in her open mouth...

...took him deep
into her mouth...

...harder, breasts smashed
against the car window,

"Pinch them," she whispered.

No marriage, no matter
how strong, could survive her.

This was what it meant
to fall.

Hey. It's me.

I need you to call me back
right now.

Call me.

Shit.

Where's Noah?

I'm sorry?

I need to talk to him.
It's urgent.

Well, he's not here.

Mom, who is it?

It's nobody.

You have a lot of balls
coming to my house.

Look, I... I didn't mean to...

Go on.

I wasn't trying to steal
your husband.

You weren't trying to steal
my Hus...

No, I'm not
that kind of person.

I-I didn't make him do this.

I wasn't out for him,
for anyone.

I just... it sort of happened,
and I'm...

- I'm sorry, I just...
- Okay.

Look, I don't know
what you're in the middle of,

and I really don't care,

but let me just tell you
a few things

about the man you sort of
happen to be involved with.

At first, Noah seems like
the greatest guy on earth.

He's, um, there for you,
and he wants you,

and he's romantic and passionate
and understanding.

But then you start to
really get to know each other,

and he feels safe enough
to let you see who he really is.

And then he takes
all of his fears,

all of his failure,

all of his petty bullshit,

all of his fucking headaches
in the morning,

and he makes all of that
your fault.

And then you become the enemy

just because you know who he is.

And then one day,

somebody's going to show up
at your house,

thinking they fell in love
with the greatest guy on earth.

If you'll excuse me.

_

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

What are you doing here?

Hello?

Ah, yeah.

Can I have more grapes now?

Yes, baby.
Go back to the kitchen.

I'll be right there.

Sorry.

Are you coming up or not?

Well, there he is.

Quick and quiet.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh.

God, I am

so fucking horny
for you.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, take off your clothes.

Come on.
Take 'em off.

Here. Come on.

Oh.

Mmm. Like this?

Mm, yep.

Ooh, oh. Like that?

Yeah.

- That's working for me.
- Yeah?

Ranch hand.

Can I call you ranch hand?

Yeah, I heard about
what you used to do.

Yeah, you gonna ride me,
ranch hand.

Oh, yeah.

Ride me, ranch hand. Oh, yeah.

I told all of my friends

about the rides I get
from my Montauk ranch hand.

- Shh.
- Yeah, they're so jealous.

Look at you.

Oh, fuck.

Oh!

Yeah, oh.

Shut the fuck up.

- Yeah, shut me up.
- Shut up, shut up.

- Oh, yeah, shut me up.
- Shut up.

- Oh, shut me up. Shut me up.
- Shut up.

Oh, hey, come on my face.

What?

Yeah, yeah, come on.
Come on.

Come on my face.

What the fuck?

Aw, shit.

You were
supposed to be golfing.

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck out!

Go check around there.

Say how many square feet?

Yeah?
What did she say?

What have you got?
What?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah?
What do you think?

You mind if I ask you just what
the fuck it is you're doing?

Hi there.
Scotty Lockhart?

No.

I'm so sorry.

Someone named Scotty Lockhart
called us.

Sorry, I'm Abigail.

These are my colleagues.
We're here

- from Marla Bay Real Estate.
- Uh-huh.

It's just that someone
named Scotty Lockhart told us

he owned this house,

and he asked us
to let him know what we thought

we could put it
on the market for.

Scotty's my brother.

This is my place.
It's not for sale.

What do you have,

1,000 feet of beachfront
out there?

I'm going to have
to ask you folks to leave.

Look, I'll give you my card in
case you change your mind, okay?

And I really hope you do.

Hey, Scotty.
You in there?

Who is it?

It's me.

C-can you come back in a bit?

No.

All right, hang on a second.

I catch you in the middle
of something?

Uh, yeah.

- This is fucking bullshit.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Don't ever do that again.
- Look, look, look.

Just hear me out, okay?
Just fucking hear...

Keep those assholes
off my property.

Look, Cole,
just listen to me, okay?

I've got something for us.

Something I want you
to think about.

Us?

Yeah, Cole, us.

Your family.
You remember us?

We got a mom, she's about
yea high, four brothers.

Is it ringing a bell?

Look, okay, okay, okay, okay,
I'll get to the point.

Oscar, right?

He got all his, whatever,
approvals, right?

And made some big deal about
breaking ground in the fall,

and then what happened?

He lost his loan.

- How do you know that?
- City records.

There is a huge tax lien
on the property,

which means he's not
paying his mortgage

and he is going to
lose the place.

Okay.

So I have an investor.

Some hedge fund guy, whatever,

but he's willing to go in
on something with me.

Something with you?

Look, man, is that
so inconceivable?

And what is it?

I want to build a nightclub.

A nightclub.

It's an ever-changing world,
Cole.

Scotty, you're living
on a fishing boat.

What I'm asking

is that you get her
to sell that house.

Even after you split a sale,

you could invest
half of your profit in this

and you would still be
doing great.

I just...

I want to be able
to tell my guy that I can...

I can bring
some money to the table.

How much?

A mil.

Come on, man,
we can do this.

We can do this.

The Lockhart brothers
back in business.

And this time it's even better,
okay?

It's... it's legit, okay?

Come on, Cole, please.

I got to get back to work.

Look, Montauk is over, man.

The old Montauk, it's gone.

If we don't put our money
into the future,

we might as well just... just lay
down in the middle of the road

and let the summer people
drive all over us.

It's basically what
we're doing here.

You know what, Scotty?

I need to go.
I'm late for work.

Uh, you two know each other
or something?

Yeah, just a little.

Not at all.

Okay, brother,
time for you to go.

Thanks for dropping by, man.

Glad I did.

Hey. Are you Scotty?

No, that's him down there
on that shitty boat.

Ah, fuck, Scotty.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- It's just...
- Are you fucking kidding me?

No, I'm... I'm clean.

You're a fucking
drug dealer, right?

- Don't...
- Please don't...

Fuck!

Hey, you okay?

Oh, motherfucker.

Me? I'm a motherfucker, huh?

No.

My... my work clothes
are on the boat.

Fuck...

You want me to go get it
for you?

Okay. Thank you.

She wants her stuff.

Seriously, do you know her?

I do not. Really.

Don't fuck her, man.

Believe me,

I'm the last person on earth
she'd want to fuck.

I'm serious.

And knock that shit off,
would you?

I mean, it's broad daylight,
for Christ's sake.

Think about my idea.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

Thank you.

Shit.

Hi, um, I need a cab
from the mar...

Hello?

Fuck!

I got a cab right here.

So where am I going?

The End.

And hurry, my shift
starts in ten minutes.

Sorry.

So how long has that thing
between you and Scotty

been going on?

What the fuck do you care?

I don't, really.

I just didn't know
he was dating anybody.

What? What's so funny?

Are you and Tory dating?

Absolutely not.

Okay, what would you
call it then?

Well, I'd call it fucking.

Bingo.

Eyes on the road.

Fuck, I can't believe
how stupid I've been.

I wouldn't beat yourself up
that much.

Scotty's slept with
half the women in this town.

Sorry,
that didn't come out right.

Well, not only he's my boss,
he's a fucking drug dealer.

He's your boss?

Yeah.

Where?

The End.

What's he doing there?

He's the fucking manager.

Really? Scotty?

Wow, you guys are close, huh?

Nah, not anymore.

Yeah, well, he was the one
that hired me.

Too bad I can't sue him

or else I will bankrupt
your entire family.

Why can't you sue him?

I, um...

I'm undocumented.

Really?

Yeah.

Do you have a problem with that?

Me? No.

No, no, no.

Which is why I cannot get caught
on a boat of a drug dealer.

Which your brother
failed to mention

because he only seems
to articulate things

that are directly related
to him getting laid.

You know, it is actually
legal for aliens

to sue U.S. citizens
in federal court.

What?

Yeah, so just,
you know, FYI.

So you're telling me that
if I wanted to sue your brother,

I could?

Yep.

Huh.
What happened between you two?

The End.

How much is it?

Please, this one's on me.

Okay. Thank you.

So how do I look?

Good.

You look good.

Mind if I sit here
for a drink?

Sure.

What do you want?

I'll take a red ale, please.

I'm not my brother.

Just thought
you should know that.

Okay.

Okay.

Can I get a bourbon too?
On the rocks.

Sure.

Well, you certainly drink
like your brother.

Thank you.

Miss?

Yes.

Can I have another bourbon?

Sure.

Where are you from?

Um, Queens.

Queens? I thought you said...

Yeah, I-I came with my mom
when I was ten.

From Ecuador.

Mm.

What about you?
What's your story?

I don't really have one.

Really?

You were born this morose?

Okay. I was born here.

Mm-hmm.

My father was born here.
My grandfather was born here.

And your son
will be Chinese.

Oh, come on.

It was a joke.

I know.

Uh, you think I can
get the check, please?

What the hell?
What did I say?

Nothing, just...
40 bucks cover this?

It was a joke.

I'm sorry if I offended you, but
you don't have to be an assh...

My son is dead.

Oh, shit, I'm...

I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

How much do I owe you?

Sit down.

No, I got
to get out of here.

No, you don't.
Sit down.

I owe you a drink.

Sit.

Let's start from the beginning.

My name is Luisa.

I'm 29, and I'm from Queens.

I'm, uh, I'm working here
this summer

because I want to save enough
money to go back to school.

Eventually I'd like to get
my degree in hospitality,

and hopefully someday
I can run my own restaurant.

What about you?

I'm Cole.

Okay.

That's a great start.

Okay.

What are we drinking to?

You decide.

To...

To something else.

To something else.

Hey.

Hi.

Are you all right?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Do we have anything to drink?

We?

Is there anything to drink?

Uh...

I think there's only my...
my grandfather's moonshine left.

Is that all right?

You haven't been
living here?

No.

What's going on?
Did something happen?

I don't know.

Did he do something?

I'm afraid there might be
something wrong with me.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Does everyone just think
I'm... I'm a slut?

I don't know
what everyone thinks.

Do you?

No, of course I don't.

I think there's something wrong
with me.

You got to stop saying that.

People don't see me, Cole.

They don't.

I don't know,
they just want to fuck me or...

they don't see me.

They don't care.

Sometimes I'm worried I'm...
that I'm not a real person,

that I'm just a...

a figment
of people's imaginations.

I...

You know, when I was a child,

I thought I would do something
with my life,

I would make a difference.

I was certain of it, certain
that I would matter to people.

- And you do.
- No, I don't.

That's the whole point, Cole.
I don't. I'm nothing.

No.

Not to me.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be here.

- I should be going.
- Hey, stop. Don't.

You look exhausted.

I...

I think
you should stay here tonight.

You can deal with it
in the morning.

You don't mind if I stay?

It's your house, Alison.

Cole?

Can you just stay?

Hey.

Hey.

How's it going?

It's going pretty good.

Oh, yeah?

Did you have a good night?

What are you doing here,
Scotty?

I-I just thought
I'd stop by,

we could finish
our conversation.

Can I... can I come in?

No.

Why not?

You got company?

Oh, you... you fucked her,
didn't you?

Time for you to go home,
little brother.

You motherfucker.

She's mine.

This is not
what you think it is.

You got a problem, Cole.

You got a big fucking problem.

- You're a goddamn narcissist.
- Scott...

You take everything
for your fucking self!

Lower your voice.

You literally think that you are
the only person that exists...

Listen to me. Lower your
motherfucking voice right now.

...in this entire
fucking universe!

It's all about your pain,
your loss, your kid!

Cole.

Oh, Scott.

Fuck.

Okay.

You have a good night.

How's the coffee?

What do you want?

Nothing.

Really, I was just driving by.

Saw your car in the parking lot,
thought I'd stop in,

see if you've arrested any more
innocent men this morning.

No?

Well, it's still early yet.

I'm on my way to discovery.

I can't wait to see the evidence

little Miss Prosecutor
Pantiliner wants to show me.

Can you give me any hints?

No, no, no, man, I got this.

- It's all right.
- Guess what.

I've been digging around this
place for the last 72 hours.

You know what I found out?

Half... half the people
in this town

wanted to see
Scott Lockhart dead.

Half.
So you know what I'm thinking?

I'm wondering, why did you
zero in on my client so fast,

no criminal record,
out-of-towner?

Lockhart was fucking
Solloway's underage daughter.

Yes, he was, which is why he
beat the living shit out of him,

because that's what
perverts deserve.

But he'd have to be crazy
to kill the guy, wouldn't he?

I mean, that's nuts, right?

Not like, say, Scott's brother,

who stole Scott's business plan
right out from under his nose.

And then maybe, I don't know,

he couldn't sleep at night,
so he starts to think,

"I'm going to
get rid of my brother.

I'm going to"...

"I'm going to get Scott out of
the picture once and for all."

What do you think?

Put that away.
I told you, I got this.

See you in court, asshole.

Good morning.

Morning.

Some coffee?

Yes, if it's hot.

Hot enough to kill you.

You're Solloway's lawyer,
aren't you?

Yes.

You think he'll get off?

What's it to you?