The Affair (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - 306 - full transcript

Previously on The Affair...

Just because he was convicted
doesn't mean he's guilty.

The only person who doesn't
think he did it is you.

This isn't a relationship.

We live completely separate lives.

My place, your place. My bed, your bed.

My kids, your... your... your cactus.

Home sweet home.

Come and say
good-bye to your father.

His advisor wants to have

a parent/teacher conference next week.



- I think you should be there.
- Okay, I'll try.

Noah?

I'm here.

I'm sorry to have scared you.

Honestly, I wasn't scared.
I was angry.

I was hoping that this
wouldn't be so complicated.

I don't want the house.

Dad left it to you.

I'm never going back there, Nina.

He was trying to apologize.

My mother died there.

She was sick for a long time,

and she told me that she decided to die.

You don't remember me, do you?



John Gunther. I'm from Bloomsburg.

Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania?

Fuck.

Are you sure she's gonna make it?

Yeah, she's just running late.

How long have you
been dating this woman?

On and off for a while now.

How come you've never mentioned her?

Well, I know how sensitive
you are, darling.

I wouldn't want you to be heartbroken

if it didn't work out between us.

So what's she like?

You know, she's... a lot like you.

Like me?

Ta-da.

Hello, darling.

Mom?

Surprise.

Okay, what is happening here?

We're back together.

Well, it's... it's really
great to finally meet you, Vik.

We've heard so much about you.

I haven't heard about him.

Well, neither have I, really,
but, he seems great.

Well, I'm happy to meet you guys, too.

I mean, it's taken long enough.

Congrats on your remarriage.

Okay, you're not actually
getting remarried, are you?

Well, we never really
finalized the divorce.

Okay, well, when did you
even start talking?

Let's not discuss the details.

Ina left me, and, I
went back to your mom.

Aren't you happy for us, Helen?

Sure, yeah. I'm thrilled.

Well, I'm
thrilled for you, darling.

This fella's quite a catch.

I don't understand why you
kept him hidden all this time.

He's wonderful... handsome,
polite, a doctor.

And at your age, Helen...

See, she's not really thinking

about the words before she says them.

It's just pure stream of consciousness,

what you're hearing right now.

- I like it.
- Of course.

Anyone would be an improvement
after your first husband.

So how is Noah?

Do they know who stabbed him?

No, they don't.

I wish I'd thought of
that myself years ago.

Could've saved my family
a lot of heartache.

Dad. Hey, hey.

He's kidding.

I don't care if he's kidding.

You can't say things like that.

He's the father of your grandchildren.

Well, he hasn't really seen
very much of them recently,

has he?

Doesn't make much of
a difference to them

if he's locked away in
jail or if he's dead.

Of course it makes a difference.

He's still very much
involved in their lives.

As a matter of fact, he's coming
to Martin's school tomorrow

to meet with his advisor.

Christ.

That's a dreadful idea.

You're trying to impress
them, not terrify them.

You should take Vik.

I'd be happy to go.

Can we please change the subject?

Good idea. This is
supposed to be a happy occasion,

and as usual, Noah
Solloway is ruining it.

So how is married life
treating you guys?

- It's wonderful.
- That's so sweet.

We realized we couldn't live

without each other, right, dear?

That's right.

The truth is, at the end of the day,

your mother just knows me...

better than anyone else ever will.

That's beautiful.

Ooh.

- Your parents are insane.
- I told you.

But they're entertaining.

And it's great they're back together.

Vik, my father walked out
on my mother with a student

and completely ruined her life,

and now she's just taking him back

and pretending that none
of it ever happened.

It's not great. It's pathetic.

And, my God, all that
bullshit about second chances...

and how they know each other?

You know what? The only thing they know

about each other is that
they hate each other.

I'm still glad you introduced us.

It feels like a big step.

Hey...

- I have an idea.
- What?

A joint wedding.

Excuse me?

Yeah, your parents renew their
vows, and we get hitched.

I'll bet your dad would even pay for it.

Think of all the money we'd save.

You are joking, right?

Of course I'm joking, Helen.

Don't have a heart attack.

You're hilarious, you know that?

Did you ever think about
giving up surgery,

going into stand-up comedy?

Yes, I have.

He's coming. He knows how
important the meeting is.

He's not coming.

Yeah, I'm sure he's coming.

He's definitely not coming.

Well, unfortunately,

the period is now half over.

We must have our discussion
with or without Mr. Solloway.

Um...

yeah, okay, I-I understand. Go ahead.

Well, as a matter
of fact, Mr. Solloway's absence

provides us with a bit of a segue

into the dilemma we face.

- A segue?
- Yes.

You see, our problem is that Martin,

far too frequently, chooses
not to come to school.

What do you mean he chooses
not to come to school?

Have you been cutting class?

We give the
seniors a heavy workload

to prepare them for what
they'll face in college.

Now, at this rate, Martin's chances

of finishing the required courses

and successfully
graduating in the spring,

well, they're rapidly diminishing.

But he's... I mean, he... he
had to leave public school.

This is his second senior year.

I mean, he's 19 years old.
He can't repeat again.

Well, precisely. This
is his last chance.

I don't... What...
what is going on here?

Where have you even been going?

I'm... listen, obviously,
this is unacceptable,

and I won't tolerate it, but I just...
I do...

Um...

I just want you to understand

what's been going on with Martin.

He's had a very difficult few years.

He was diagnosed with Crohn's disease,

which is why he had to
leave public school.

He was legitimately very sick.

So is that what's going on, Mr.
Solloway?

You feeling too
sick to come to school?

Answer him.

I feel okay.

You know what? You and I are
gonna talk this through tonight,

and you are gonna give
me some answers, okay?

I mean it.

I don't know how much you know about...
about his father.

Don't bring him into this.

But it's been a very difficult
time for the entire family.

- I'm aware.
- And my husband is...

he's innocent.

Ex-husband.

My ex-husband is completely innocent.

I have to go to lunch.

Well, we're not done here.

Well, I would say we are.

You know, Martin should go to lunch,

and as you promised, Mrs., um...

Solloway. It's still Solloway.

Well, as you said, the two of you

will discuss this at home.

And, Martin, I trust you understand

how high the stakes are for you.

What is the matter with you?

I mean, seriously?

I can't believe you actually
thought he was gonna show up.

Look, he wanted to be here, Martin...
I know that he did.

No, he didn't.

He just got released from the hospital.

I don't know. Maybe there
were some complications.

- Maybe he's... I don't.
- I don't care.

I don't fucking care!

You shouldn't have even told
him about this meeting.

He shouldn't be in our lives anymore.

He killed someone, Mom!

Why can't you just admit that?

I got to go.

God damn it, Noah, pick
up your fucking phone!

Helen.

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood,
and I thought I'd stop by.

This neighborhood?

Yeah, well, nearby. Can I come in?

Yeah, I'm... Yeah, sorry. I'm just...

putting away some groceries and stuff.

Sorry. You... you
want a drink or...?

Is Noah here?

No. No, he isn't.

You know where he is?

Livingston, I assume?

No, I don't think so, because I've been

calling him and calling him,
and his phone is turned off.

It's been turned off all day,
and there was a meeting today

at Martin's school, and it
was an important meeting,

and he didn't show up, so I'm just...
I'm...

Do you think something happened to him?

What time was the meeting?

Noon. Why?

Well, noon?

Noon in the city, and...

you made your way out to
New Jersey hours later?

You okay, Helen?

Yeah, I'm just... He... you know, he...

I'm concerned about him
because he was stabbed,

and now he's MIA.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

Why does he still matter so much to you?

Because he's the father of my children,

and he's blowing his last chance

to have any semblance of a
relationship with them.

I get that. I do. I-I really do.

I understand about the
kids, but maybe...

maybe it's best for
all of you just to...

let him go.

What?

My brother's fucked up, you know.

- He always has been.
- No, that's not true.

He wasn't fucked up when I met him.

You never saw it. Right.

After all those years together...

Yet... wow.

Yet what?

It's... it's actually... it's funny.

It really is. I could never figure out

if you were purposely
ignoring who he actually was

or you were just so narcissistic

that you weren't paying attention.

Excuse me?

My brother was shattered
when you met him.

Our mother had just died, and I
don't know if you know, but...

You know, maybe he hid
it really well from you.

I knew he was grieving, Nina.

It's one of the things
that drew me to him.

I'm a caretaker. That's my archetype.

Helen, okay, look,

I know you thought you found
a diamond in the rough

that you were just
gonna polish and shape

and place on your dainty fingers and...

- What? What?
- You know, like he was

some lost deer,

and somehow you rescued
him from obscurity

and transplanted him into your...
your little fancy life.

Let me tell you what
actually was going on.

Noah was using you.

He was using you to get
the fuck away from us,

and he knew the fastest way to do that

was to marry some
control-freak rich girl.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

Didn't you find it odd
how Noah didn't...

didn't mind at all spending
every holiday with your family,

never once taking a vacation with us?

Because it was difficult
for him to be with Arthur.

Why?

Because your father wasn't
very nice to him, Nina.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

Because he's an asshole.

No! Actually, he wasn't!

He wasn't to me!

Well...

I'd... something must have
happened between them.

Yes!

Yes, something happened,

and you have no idea what it is,

and I find that... I find that
so un-fucking-believable.

Okay, w-what... what was it?

- It's not my place.
- My God.

Fuck you, Nina! Fuck you!

My brother has been in pain,

in pain for years, and
you did not see it.

You know, I certainly didn't come here

to get all this resentment heaped on me.

I'm sorry you're carrying around
so much anger, but I have to go.

Hey, Helen.

Who was driving the car
that killed Scott Lockhart?

As far as I know, Noah was.

And you believe that?

He confessed.

Kind of crazy, though?

No evidence to convict him.

He basically stood up in
that court, and he...

volunteered to go to prison.

Maybe he felt guilty.

Where were you that night?

I was at home asleep.

Thanks for your help. Take care.

Hi. Hello, it's me.

Helen Solloway.

Okay.

Ha ha.

I'm good. Actually, I'm
in your neighborhood,

and I thought maybe I would stop by.

I mean, if it's a bad time
or if it's inconvenient

or you have company...

Okay.

Okay, great. I'll...
I'll see you soon.

Helen the felon.

Is that really you?

Hi, Max.

I can't believe it. So just...
what, you decided to...

I mean, I was in the neighborhood,

and I-I just... I remembered
that you lived here,

so I thought I would just
take a chance, say hi.

I'm glad you did.

Let me take your stuff.

Can I get you glass of wine?

Um... no, I really shouldn't.

I mean, the kids are home,
and it's a school night,

and I-I just was gonna come
by for a minute and say hi.

Yeah, I'm just gonna pour
you a glass of wine.

Okay.

Are you moving?

Tuesday. Not far, Brooklyn Heights.

Brooklyn Heights?

Isn't that a little
suburban for your taste?

What inspired that?

- You ready for this?
- Ready for what?

I'm getting married.

Cheers.

Wow. Holy shit.

I know, I know.

Her name's Danielle.

Met her at the gym.

What is she, your trainer?

Actually, no. She's an editor.

Really? What kind of editor?

Magazines. She works for Vogue.

Wow, fancy.

She's smarter than me,

more successful, much better looking.

I'd say between the two
of us, I'm winning.

Between me and you?

No. No, me and her.

- Me and her?
- Yeah, right.

No, right, I'm sorry.

Big changes.

A lot can happen in three years.

Yep.

I thought of you recently while
we were looking at venues.

Of me?

We checked out Gedney Farms.

Damn. I mean, you're not
gonna get married in...

No, no, no. Danielle decided
on the city... Ace Hotel.

Gedney looked nice, though. You
know, a little faded, but...

What was that, 22 years ago?
Twenty-three?

Twenty-five.

Exactly... yesterday.

Jesus.

Is that possible?

Yep.

Quarter of a century.

Yep.

We're that old?

Is this her?

Yeah, that's her.

I guess I'm not the love
of your life anymore.

What?

Will you kiss me?

- Helen, I can't.
- Why not?

I knew you first.

Fuck, what are we doing?
What are we doing?

Um...

you still with that guy, Vik?

Yeah.

Cool.

Just checking.

Hey.

You okay? What's going on?

Helen, come on, talk to me.

Was Noah fucked up when I met him?

- What, in college?
- Yeah, freshman year.

Um... yeah, he was totally fucked up.

I mean, his mom had just died.

I know, but he didn't... talk about it.

No, no, but you could just sense it.

Do you think Noah was using me?

Using you?

- For what?
- I don't know, money...

access, entry into some
kind of world. I...

Helen, I think he... I
think he loved you.

But, yeah, also, I think...

I mean, he knew who he was marrying.

Well, what? What is that?

- It's bullshit.
- What?

- It's just bullshit.
- What's bullshit?

I don't know... all of a sudden,

everyone's trying to convince
me that I didn't know this man,

my husband, the father of my children.

- Hey, hey, you brought it up.
- I spent 25 years with him.

Just because things went wrong and...

doesn't mean the whole
story has to change.

I did know him. I knew him
better than anyone did,

probably better than
anyone ever will know him.

All right, you know what?

- What?
- You're right, it is.

- This is bullshit.
- What are you doing?

I have...

um...

I made a terrible mistake.

You need to go.

Fine.

I cannot believe I fell
for this shit again.

I mean, I thought maybe...

maybe this time it was about
us, but it's never about us,

because it's always about him.

- You know what? Can I just...
- What?

I just want to... can I
just ask you one question?

What is it?

Did Noah ever cheat on me in college?

Please get the fuck out of here.

Please go.

Hi.

Hey.

You're so late. Everybody's in bed.

What are you reading?

Your dad's book.

Why?

I want to get to know him better.

Why would you want to do that?

I thought we were trying
to establish a rapport.

Isn't that why we had dinner with them?

That's the last thing I want to do.

Okay.

Hey, where were you? You're
never home this late.

I was showing an apartment.
It took forever.

People don't know what they want.

Well... it's nice to see you.

Hey, what time did Martin get home?

Martin? He's not home yet.

He's not home yet?

I thought maybe he was with you.

Well, did you think to check, Vik?

He's 19 years old, Helen.
I'm sure he's fine.

- Did you call him?
- No.

All right, I'm going upstairs.

Can't I even get a kiss?

I need to call my son.

Is he back yet?

No.

Fuck it, I'm calling the police.

- Hey, Helen.
- Vik!

You need to calm down.

Now, Martin will be home any minute.

Nothing is wrong. Don't
be like your mom.

My mom? What do you know about my mom?

Just that she tends to overreact.

- Isn't that what you told me?
- You know what?

You don't know anything
about me or my family, Vik.

How long have you been in my life?
What, two years?

Well, four, but who's counting?

You don't know anything
about my parents,

and you barely know my kids,
and sometimes I feel like

you're just a stranger
living in my house!

- Really?
- Yeah.

I don't know your kids?

I'm not here with them every day?

You know, running lines with Trevor,

helping Martin with his chem,

picking Stacey up from
fucking art class?

Tell me, Helen.

Tell me, how have I failed you?

Martin. Martin!

Where have you been?

Hey, we were worried about you, buddy.

You should've called.

Fuck off. You're not my dad.

He's right. You're not.

I'm going out.

I need a drink.

Come in.

Where were you?

I was with Dad.

What?

Where?

At the lake house.

At Grandpa's house in...
in Pennsylvania?

Look, Ma, I'm really tired.

Let's just talk about this tomorrow.

No, no. I'm... I don't understand.

So you...

Um...

you managed to get
yourself to Pennsylvania

and Dad was there?

Yes, that's what I said.

What was he doing there?

I can't tell you.

It's between me and him.

Look, I'm going to bed.

I'll go to school tomorrow, I promise.

Hi, Trish. I'm not,
feeling so well today,

so I don't think I'm gonna be
able to make the open house.

Um, if you need me, call my cell.

Noah?

Noah? Noah?

Noah!

Martin, stop! Don't!

Stop!

Noah?

Stop! Martin! Stop!

Stop!

Noah! Noah!

Down here. Thanks.

No.

I'll pay for it,

whatever the insurance doesn't cover.

Really? With what?

The car belongs to the university.

You'll have to work it out with them.

I did love that car.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just happy you're all right.

The police came here again, you know.

- They did?
- Yes.

They're very curious about
why I happened to be there

just after you were stabbed.

Fuck.

I'm sorry. I...

So you're wishing you never
met me right now, right?

It's late.

Where are you going to stay tonight?

I-I don't know.

You can't go back to your apartment.

It's a crime scene.

Have you spoken to the detectives?

Yeah, this morning.

Do they have any other leads

besides me?

Not that I know of.

Brilliant.

You're not worried, are you?

About me? No.

I'm a little worried about you,

but I promised myself I wouldn't
ask you any questions, so...

Why not?

Because...

this is not... a relationship.

This is...

Une aventure.

You don't owe me information.
I don't owe you information.

This bed it terrible.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Well, you're welcome to sleep with me.

Can I ask you a question?

- Yes.
- You're married, right?

Yes.

So you have...

some kind of arrangement
with your husband

when you're away?

My husband suffers from Alzheimer's.

Sorry.

So am I.

But we don't have an
arrangement, as you say.

Half the time he doesn't
even remember he has a wife.

Or he thinks I'm his first wife...

whom he loved better.

Sorry you asked?

A little.

Before I forget, you left these here

when you took off last time.

I want you to tie me up.

What?

You wrote about it in your book.

I've never done anything like that.

I think I'd enjoy it.

Juliette, I'm... I'm...

I'm sorry. I...

Maybe I should get some rest.

Merde. I really picked

the wrong man to have an
aventure with, didn't I?

If you leave early, don't wake me.

Help you?

No, I'm fine.

Holy shit, Solloway.

Jesus, Grant. Is it you?

- Yeah, it's me.
- Wow.

What are you doing in the boonies?

You're here to
sell your dad's house.

That's gonna be tough.
You know, it's hard.

Nobody wants to buy around here now.

We've been trying to sell our
place for, like, a year.

Um, condolences, by the way.

Yeah, thanks.

I saw Nina a couple
times when he was sick.

Really?

She looks good.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, Nina's doing great.

What's it been? It's, like, 20 years...

- Whoa.
- Since I saw you.

More like 30.

Shit. You look exactly the same.

Don't know about that.

How are you, man? You... you okay?

You're working here, yeah?

Yeah. I mean, you know, it's temporary.

You know, it's... the coal plant closed.

I got kids, so...

How old are your kids?

Lila's 17. Nate's 11.

You got kids, right?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I-I don't... I don't
see 'em so much, so...

Yeah, I heard...

you know, that you did some time.

How do you know? Did Nina tell you that?

No, it was in the paper.

You're kind of famous around here.

I mean, not everybody from
this neck of the woods

makes it into The New York Times.

You know, plenty go to jail, though,

so, you know, you're sticking

close to your roots in that regard.

Well, I better pay for these.

Yeah. So you
out here by yourself?

- Yeah, I am, yeah.
- You should come for dinner.

No. It's okay.

Come. Meet the kids.

Come around to that other one,

over here.

Lucy'd love to see you.

I-I married Lucy Corry.

I know, she wouldn't even
look at me back then, right?

She came around.

We're on Lake Road, just...

You could walk there from your dad's.

That'd be nice. Thanks.

- Fuck you!
- What the fuck?

Jeez!

Dad?

Martin, what...

What are you doing?

Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Well, aren't you?

Yeah. I was at school...

for the meeting with the headmaster.

Shit.

Where the hell were you?

- I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry.

You fucking hate this place!
Why are you here?

Your grandfather left it to me.

To you? Not to Nina?

To me.

I came here to be alone.

Grandpa said that whenever I
wanted to, I could come here.

Now I have to fucking deal with you!

Martin.

Martin!

Martin.

I'm sleeping in here tonight.

Okay.

Is there any food in this house?
I'm starving.

No, not... not really.

I'm gonna go to Denny's, then.

No, listen, I...

A friend of mine's invited
me to dinner tonight.

You want to... maybe we go together?

A friend?

Yeah, he's an old neighbor. I
ran into him in town, and...

And he still talks to you?

Okay, fine, I just... It's just an idea.

What are you doing?

Clearing this place out.

You getting rid of everything?

Most of it.

Look, you see anything
you want, it's yours.

I don't want any of this.

How about this?

What is it?

Open it. It's his...

medals from Korea.

I actually think he'd have
wanted you to have it.

What was that?

It's nothing. It's
just some old letters.

I hate school.

What did you say?

I said I hate school.

I want to join the Army.

Why would you want to do that?

'Cause I want to be like Grandpa.

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hey! Welcome. Welcome.
- Hey, Grant.

- Who's this?
- This is my son Martin.

Your son? I thought you said
you were here by yourself?

Yeah, we kind of ran into each other.

- Hi.
- That's great.

Nice to meet you, Martin.
Come on in, meet my family.

Thanks.

- Lucy?
- Yeah?

Noah's here. He brought
his kid with him.

Hey. Noah, remember me?

Lucy Corry, of course.

Yeah, well, Lucy Finley now.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi. How old are you?

Nineteen.

Lila's 17, our daughter.

Lila, come on down, meet our guests.

Yeah, we have a son, too.
I don't know where he is.

You want something to drink?

You want soda? We have Coke.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

Honey, will you get that? I'm
gonna check on the roast.

- Yeah.
- Lila, get down here!

Hey, you want a beer?

No, I shouldn't drink.
I'm on medication.

Just like high school.

Your dad was such a loser.
He never drank.

He never went to parties. He
was afraid to talk to girls.

- Lila.
- Hey.

Meet my old buddy Noah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

This is his son Martin.

Hey.

Hi.

Your kid's so much like you were.

I can't get over it.

You think so?

Yeah.

I can't really tell.

We kind of drifted apart.

Solloway! Holy Christ.

Long time no see.

You don't remember me.

Stevie Johnson.

Stevie, yeah. How are you, man?

Good to see you.

I told Stevie you were in town.

He invited himself over for dinner.

Wasn't gonna miss this.

What's it been, 25 years, 30?

Yeah.

You disappeared, brother.

- But I read your book.
- You did?

We all did.

You're filthy.

Where'd that chick come from?

It was like Fifty Shades
of Fucking Solloway.

This is delicious.

Thanks, sweetheart.
It's Grant's mom's recipe.

Your mother
always was a good cook.

She was. You were always
eating out of our fridge.

Okay, buddy. You want to see
pictures of your old man?

Sure.

Here he is,

winning All-State, '85.

I think you broke some state records

- in that meet, didn't you?
- I don't remember.

I'm pretty sure you did...

Here we are at the prom.
We were all wasted.

You can't tell in the picture, though.

You can absolutely tell.

Which prom was that?

Junior, I think.

That makes sense.

Before, all Solloway cared about was

getting into his rich-kid college.

Stevie, college is important.

Lila's going to college, right?

If I get in.

You'll get in.

I don't know how we'll pay
for it, but you'll get in.

So, Solloway, what exactly
happened to your neck?

I... I had a mole removed.

How about you? You... you got burned?

Explosion at the plant.

That's terrible.

- I don't need your pity.
- I wasn't...

At least I didn't get locked up.

I just can't see
it, you in the slammer.

It's hilarious.

All right, Stevie, lay off.

You should've seen your dad

at the end of high school, kid,

studying like he was gonna be
the next Albert Einstein...

barely left his house senior year

except to go to school.

All right, you know what?
His mom was sick, Stevie.

Come on, that had
nothing to do with it.

Truth is Solloway always
thought he was better.

But, well, look how it all turned out.

Turns out he's trash just
like the rest of us.

Well, isn't this a real
nice evening we're having?

Why don't you give him some credit?

You know, most people... they
never get out of this town.

Your dad really did.

He did good.

Mom, I'm finished. Can I go?

Go where?

To Amber's, she's having a party.

I told her she could go.

Are you done with all your homework?

Yes, Dad.

Do you want to come?

You should go, Martin.
Go on, it'll be fun.

No, that's okay.

No, come on, kid. Don't be
a loser like your old man.

I'm done, too. Can I be excused?

Sure, sweetheart.

Thank you for dinner.

Anytime.

Jesus, Stevie!

Why do you always have
to be such a dick?

Either of you remember
a-a guy named Gunther?

John Gunther?

I think he lived in, um, Bloomsburg,

went to East Side.

Yeah, his folks own that
hunting store off 76.

Yeah, yeah, Gunther's,
Hunting and Shooting.

I passed it on the way in.

What about him?

What was he like? Do you remember?

We didn't know him personally, Solloway.

Not if he went to East Side.

Here you go.

You okay, Noah?

You don't look so good.

Motherfuck!!

Fucking...

Dad? Dad!

Dad, wake up.

Dad!

Dad, get up, come on.

Stop. Stop.

God.

Hey...

Hey.

How was the party?

It was fun.

Yeah. Hey, help me up.

- Here.
- Thanks.

That's good.

That's great.

- Let me help you.
- That's okay.

Let me do it, come on.

- Give it to me.
- Yeah.

Dad.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why are you such a fucking mess?

Can I come in?

Fuck off.

What is it?

Read it.

What is it?

It's the note your grandmother
left the night she died.

What, like a suicide note?

This looks like your handwriting.

It is.

Why?

Because...

because I-I wrote it for her.

She was too sick to hold the pen, so...

I had to.

I...

I helped her die, Martin.

She was in so much pain,
she just wanted a way out,

and...

and I helped her.

Why are you telling me this?

I just...

Your grandfather and I, we...
we... we didn't really talk

about anything.

And I know I've let you down.

I know I've let you down... severely.

And you may never be able to forgive me.

But I love you...

more than you can possibly imagine.

You won't really know
till you have your own.

I just... I just wanted you to
understand a little about me

so that...

One day when I die and you're
clearing out my house,

you won't be rehearsing
conversations that...

You know you'll never have.

You got to go to school
tomorrow morning.

Please?

Please go, for your mother.

Just let her see you graduate,
and then after that,

you can do whatever the fuck
you want with your life.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

Martin, get up.

Martin?

Martin! Stop!

Martin, stop! Stop!

Martin!