01x04 - Persephone

[bunniefuu]

[bright music playing]

[seagulls cawing]

[Michaela] How was the trip over?
Choppy seas?

[Simone] No, it was gorgeous.

This island is
the prettiest place I've ever been.

[Michaela] Mmm.

I remember thinking that too,
the first time I saw this island.

Your house is like an art museum.

- [chuckles]
- [chuckling] Thank you. Yeah.

This is actually
my favorite time of year to be here.

After Labor Day,

when all the rank and file
have returned to Back Bay

and the Upper East Side,
and it's just me and the beasts

and the sea creatures

reclaiming the island.

Why do you want to be my assistant?

[hesitating]

Honestly, you.

I googled you,

um, and I watched a YouTube video of you

speaking about conservation
and preservation, and...

you were electric.

Something told me
that I needed to come work for you.

You're currently based in New York?

Yes.

- Where, Manhattan?
- Uh, no, uh, Queens.

An area I like to call
airport-adjacent. [laughs]

You work where?

Uh, I tutor full-time at Kaplan.

[inhales deeply] I temp on weekends
at a telemarketing company,

and I work at Starbucks
for the health insurance.

Mmm, humble pie, huh?

Yeah, well, beats going home broke
on a Peter Pan bus.

That's my drop-dead. [chuckles]

- Where's home?
- Buffalo.

Oof!

Just say "upstate," honey.

I'm from an armpit called Fresno,
but I tell everyone Bay Area.

[Michaela chuckles]

So, you did one year
of law school at City College.

Why just one year?

You're a lawyer. Um, I read your bio.

I don't need to tell you
how difficult law school is.

[Michaela] Mm-hmm.

But you got the Goldberg Scholarship
to Yale undergrad.

That's a full ride

for exceptionally gifted students
below the poverty line.

I'm surprised that you know that.

I got the same scholarship.

So, tell me why
you really left law school.

I hated it.

I think I... I think I felt like I had to go

because I had been saying
that I was pre-law since the second grade,

but, um, I only said that because my mom

called me a future lawyer one time
and, um...

she died young.

So, it just...
it became this idea I clung to.

[smacks lips]

Yeah. And then I got there,

and it wasn't for me, so... so I quit.

If it doesn't serve you, let it go.

I really like that.

My mom died young too.

Breast cancer. I was nine.

Mine was in a car accident.
A... A drunk driver hit her.

I was seven.

I'm so sorry.

Let me look at you.

[chuckles]

Okay.

[mystical music playing]

Come with me.

[chirping]

[Michaela] This is Barnaby.

We found him half-drowned in the surf.

Hi, Barnaby.

- [screeching]
- Hey, good boy.

Good boy.

Yeah, he's very frail.

We hand-feed him every day.

This is what you'll be doing

if you accept the position.

You're offering me the job?

I am.
I think you should start immediately.

[mystical music playing]

[Ethan] What do you say?

[dramatic music playing]

[music stops]

Did you hear me, Simone?

[softly] My dad is here.

Why is my dad here?

Uh...

Could we talk about this
when I'm not on bended knee?

- Why would you do this to me, Ethan?
- What-- Like, the ring?

- It was my mom's ring.
- No. No. My dad.

Why would you bring my dad here?

[Ethan] I... I... I was being romantic.

You know, like, grand gesture-type thing.

Um, look, Michaela said
some really cruel things to me

yesterday on the cliff.

Well, she called me a selfish man-baby.

And she said that I had
no business jerking you around.

And I suddenly realized she's right.

- I am a selfish man-baby.
- Whoa. Hey. Hey, hey.

Let's sit on the couch.
Just take a seat on the couch.

Sorry. He just needs to sit down.

- Just right here. Hey, Ethan.
- I realize I don't--

- I don't want--
- Did you happen to bring his meds?

- His nurse packed them.
- I'm not his nurse. They're in his bag.

- Where?
- [Bruce] I have my pills.

- In the ziplock. In the inside...
- Okay, all right.

Sorry about that.
Continue, uh, selfish man-baby.

Thank you. Um, okay.

Well, what I'm trying to say is that
I've been lost at sea for a long time.

Now here you are.

You're the girl of my dreams,
and I want to be worthy of that.

I want to be worthy of you.

I want to commit to you,
and... and I want to do it right.

So, I went to ask Bruce for your hand.

And... then he and his nurse said
they wanted to come back here with me.

I am not his nurse.

I actually came here for D.

Hey, what the f*ck?

You can't leave me with him
without an explanation.

- So you schlepped him to a remote island?
- [Ray] What else was I supposed to do?

Also, you look very hot, by the way.

[Ethan] Um...

[sighs]

I'm sorry.
This isn't going the way I planned it.

I just... I thought you'd be happy,
honestly, Simone,

to have your dad here for this.

- I love you. I want to marry you.
- [automated voice] Front door open.

What's going on? Who are these people?

- Um...
- [Bruce] Oh my God.

It's you.

Is it?

- It is.
- What?

[Bruce] It's really you.

I knew it.

I felt you coming.

- Hi.
- Hi.

[Bruce chuckles] You remember me?

[Michaela] Oh, I'm... I'm sure I do.
Would you tell me your name?

Bruce.

Hi, Bruce. I'm Michaela.

I know you.

We've known each other
for a very, very, very, very long time.

- Uh-huh.
- [Bruce exhales]

- [whispering] Can you take...
- [Bruce] You are more beautiful than ever.

[exhales deeply]

Oh. [sighs]

We like to f*ck, you and me.

- Oh my God. Dad! Dad!
- Oh my God.

- Hey, Bruce.
- [Devon] Hey, Dad. Dad.

- No, Dad...
- Can you f*ck!

- This is Simone's boss, Dad.
- She can f*ck.

- You're confused.
- The hell I am.

[Devon] You don't know this woman.
This is a stranger.

- This guy, purple shirt, he's very rich.
- [Michaela] Oh.

- I came in a jet.
- [Michaela] Uh-huh.

He's going to marry our daughter.

- [Michaela] Well...
- [Bruce] Simone.

[Michaela] I'm very curious to hear
what Simone is going to say.

So, why don't-- No, no, no, no, no.
Why don't you stay here?

Hold my hand, and we'll listen.

- Okay.
- [Michaela] Okay.

Um...

[smacks lips]

- Simone DeWitt, will you marry me?
- [laughs nervously]

My dad just said, "Kiki f*ck."
I... I can't... I can't do this.

- No. No, not like this. I can't. I can't.
- Wait. Simone, wait! Wait!

[Michaela] Simone. Simone, wait.

Wait. No. I'm going after her.
She's my girlfriend.

- You've done enough.
- Let me talk to her. She wants me.

Don't be ridiculous. You're in last place.

Actually, I agree with that.
It would be one, two, three.

- Or maybe two...
- Oh, come on.

You deal with your dad,
you deal with your guests,

and I will go.

Bye, Michaela.

[dramatic music playing]

Bye, Bruce.

[door opens]

- [automated voice] Front door open.
- [door closes]

- [Ethan] Mmm...
- Okay. [sighs]

[dramatic music continues]

[music ends]

[sizzling]

[Peter] What do you mean,
there's no bread?

Well, leading up to the gala,

Mrs. Kell prefers
that there are no carbs on the property.

Unless it's for a guest or an event.

No carbs on my property?
Has she lost her mind?

[Patrice] Oh, it's fine.

We are... We're grateful to have
the opportunity to be so healthy.

- We drink water.
- Yeah. Sometimes we put mint in it.

Or lemon, if we're feeling bold.

Well, we are not eating
my dad's clam chowder

without some warm, crusty bread

and good, salty butter.

Did someone say crusty bread?

Uh, Cupertino's closes
in about five minutes.

Would someone like to make a run?

Me. Pick me.

- [Patrice] Oh, okay.
- I'll go.

[Patrice] Why don't you grab
some petty cash?

Bread! Whoo!

Shall I set the dining room table
for you and Mrs. Kell, sir?

- And you guys too. Please join us.
- [phone pinging]

- [giggles]
- What's the ping-ping-pinging?

Nothing. Just staff stuff.

[phone pinging]

Oh, come on.
I want to hear the kitchen gossip too.

Um...

Well,

apparently, Mrs. Kell's assistant
just got proposed to.

- Simone?
- [Missy] Yeah.

Mr. Corbin from next door.

Five-carat cushion-cut ring.

- [exclaims] Dang.
- Mmm.

Wow, that's great news
for the happy couple.

Would you like me
to send some champagne to them, sir?

Yeah, I mean, I guess that's what you do.

- Right?
- [sizzling]

Oh sh*t.

I burned the onions. Ow!

g*dd*mn it.

[pot rattling]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[bird screeching]

[panting]

[music ends]

- Hey.
- [Missy] Bride-to-be.

[Patrice] Congratulations.

Yeah. Hey... hey, yeah, we heard the news.

- Wow, that's neat.
- Hmm.

- [Simone sniffling]
- [Peter] Oh no.

What's wrong?

Uh... [sighs]

Those don't look like tears of joy.

[inhales deeply]

Yeah, it... it was a horror show.

Why? Because... you said no?

Sorry. Um... [sniffles]

Yeah, I... I really need
to be alone right now, Peter. So...

Wait. Simone.

[inhales deeply]

I feel like the biggest as*h*le
about what happened earlier.

You were just trying to be kind to me,
and I... I was way, way out of line.

- I'm re... I'm really sorry.
- It's... It's fine. Let's forget it.

The last thing you need
is some old guy trying to kiss you

on the day when you're getting engaged.

Not engaged. Unclear, but...

I won't tell her, Peter.

- Really?
- Yeah, don't worry.

I would never ask you for that,

because I know
you and Michaela are very close.

I... I have as much to lose as you do, so,
um, yeah, it'll be... it'll be our secret.

Pinky promise.

- Okay, great. Good.
- Mmm.

- Mmm.
- I mean, okay. Pinky...

Pinky promise. And... And, yeah,
I mean, if you're okay with that.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Uh, again, I... I'm really sorry.

- Mm-hmm.
- Really.

[phone pings]

[softly] Son of a b*tch.

What? I left my phone out there. What?

Jose says Ethan's bringing
everyone over here for dinner.

Oh no!

Jose doesn't know what else to do.
All Ethan has in his fridge is Ozempic.

This is a f*ck show, man.

This job is a f*ck show.

[breathes shakily]

A f*ck show, my--

Did you hear that? A f*ck show.

My Bell's palsy is back.

Come on. We're clear.

[Patrice sighs]

Every summer.
This happens every summer. f*cking stress.

[whimsical music playing]

All right, uh, everyone buckled?

Just don't scratch the leather, all right?

[car engine starts]

This is a woman's car.

[Ray chuckles]

[Michaela] Simone?

[door closes]

Have you seen Simone?

She's in her room.

Also, the photographer
from Vanity Fair is here for you.

- Why?
- To approve the proofs from the sh**t.

He's been waiting for an hour
in the TV room.

Well, can't Peter do it?

He said he specifically needs to show you.
You have final approval.

- [door closes]
- Well, then he'll have to wait.

[Simone] Kiki.

- Hi.
- Oh, honey.

- Can I talk to you? [sighs]
- Yes. It's gonna be okay.

Okay.

- What should I do?
- Mmm...

Do you want to be Mrs. Ethan Corbin?

I don't know.

He was a... He was a ten out of ten
in my eyes until now, but...

All right, let me ask you
a better question.

[inhales deeply]

Does this look like fun to you?

Being a Mrs. Somebody?

Uh, your life looks very fun.

Oh, it is. At first.

I remember my colleagues were so dazzled
when I became Mrs. Peter Kell.

I was always jetting off
to Aspen or Majorca or Lake Como.

Everyone expected me to quit my job,
but I was like, "No, no, no, no. No."

"My career is my identity."

[inhales sharply]

But it happens.

You're so busy with the new house
and planning dinner parties

and trying to get pregnant,
and he keeps saying,

"Michaela, just let me take care of you."

And so, one day, you choose to let him.

You send somebody else
to pack up that office

that once meant so much to you.

So,

when you're a Mrs. Somebody,
your life gets huge,

but you get very tiny.

But... But not you.

Your incredible philanthropy
and preservation work.

If... If... If Peter were to divorce me,

I'd lose everything. The preserve, aviary.

My whole life hinges on his approval.

He loves you.

I work for him.

We all do.

This isn't about me, though.
This is about you.

You don't have to choose
to be taken care of.

You have a big future in front of you.

No, I don't... I don't know about that.

Mmm, I do. I want you to start
chairing our foundation in New York.

- Kiki, no, I--
- What do you think I was training you for?

I was gonna tell you on the plane.

I want you to run our operations.

You'd have an apartment in New York
and triple your salary.

Whatever... Whatever you need.

I don't know what to say. Um...

Say yes.

- I love you, Kiki.
- [laughs]

- I'm... I'm so lucky to have you in my life.
- Oh.

No.

I'm the lucky one.

[dramatic music playing]

[slurping loudly]

[cutlery clinking]

What do you guys think
"not like this" means?

Like, when she said, "Not like this,"

is that a no or is that, like, logistics?

- Well, it wasn't a yes.
- [laughs]

Right.

What did Michaela say
when you asked her to marry you, Pete?

- Yes.
- My wife said yes too.

- Mine too.
- Mine too.

Wonderful. Thanks, guys. I'm getting
my heart trampled on over here.

Well, it was kind of
an impromptu decision, wasn't it, pal?

No.

No, no, no, no, man.

Like, once I saw it, you know,
the kids, the... the chocolate lab,

the Christmas card, I... I knew I wanted it.

I mean, how beautiful would mine
and Simone's kids be? [chuckles]

[inhales deeply]

And the sex with this woman, Pete. Mmm!

- [Jose] Jesus.
- [Ethan] Best of my life.

- [Patrice] Come on, man.
- [laughs]

I want to go back a second.
Raymond, you said you're married.

So, you're not a couple?

That's between us two and not you.
Three minus you equals shut up.

[laughs]

Hey, who's that guy on the end over there?
I don't know that guy.

Oh, that's Eddy. He's on our ground crew.

Hey.

Devon.

[Bruce] I'm confused.

Is Simone gonna marry
the guy with the jet?

We don't know yet.
And, uh, yeah, that's my boss, Raymond.

My married boss, Raymond.

Raymond, my boss with a wife.

Oh.

You're f*ck?

- What'd you just call me, b*tch?
- Morgan, be polite to the nurse.

I'm not a f*cking nurse. I manage
a Falafel ba*ls with a 4.6 on Yelp.

I'm a Naval captain
with a USCG Master License, the highest.

[Jose] Gentlemen.

Let's concentrate on
Peter's delicious clam chowder, shall we?

[Bruce] Why is there a horse in here?

[Devon] Oh, Dad.

Peter says that Ethan is eager to talk
and that he wants to come up.

Okay. I feel ready. Send him up.

Uh, can we do 30 seconds of admin first
before you dump him?

- Of course. Yeah.
- Sorry.

So, while you were spying on Peter,

I was trying to get into his email
because Phil said I should get proof

he's having an affair,
but I am locked out.

Jose is such a snake.

Do you have any idea
what he'd change his passwords to?

Um... [exhales]

Did you try every device?

Usually doesn't password-protect
his personal phone.

Pro tip.

Okay.

Knock him dead, baby.

For what it's worth,

I don't think he's having an affair, Kiki.

Hey hey.

[pensive music playing]

[breathes deeply]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[pensive music continues]

[Michaela] Ethan,

Simone would like to see you
upstairs at this time.

- Ooh, sounds ominous, bro.
- What? Is she taking numbers?

Can I be next in line?

Hey, uh, wish me luck.

I'd take something harder than wine,
my friend.

- Good luck, Ethan. We're rooting for you.
- [Ray] Yeah.

- Good luck.
- Vaya con Dios.

- [Ray] You got it.
- All right, thank you.

Hey, beauty.

Hi, Bruce.

- How are you doing?
- Better now that you're here.

[Michaela] What am I interrupting?

I was just inviting Bruce
and Raymond to the gala.

Oh. How lovely.

Mmm, but, sadly, because someone

traveled my infirm father here,
we all have to leave.

Yeah, I gotta work anyways.
Place can't run without me.

Devon, are they Buffalo Bills fans
like you?

- Yeah.
- [Jose] Oh.

- Jim Kelly's gonna be here.
- I'm sorry, what?

- Jim Kelly?
- The Jim Kelly?

- [Morgan] Who's Jim Kelly?
- Oh my God.

[Ray] He's the greatest quarterback
in Bills history.

[Bruce] Took us to the Super Bowl
four times, son.

Ever hear of the K-g*n offense?

Jim Kelly comes to your gala?

[Peter] He's got a place
on Martha's Vineyard.

He pops over once a year.
One year he brought Doug Flutie.

[gasps] I can't breathe.
You know how I feel about Dougie.

- [Ray laughs]
- Yeah.

I accept your invite to the gala.
If you two need to go, you can go.

No, because if he's gonna stay,
then I have to...

Work's canceled.
I'll just burn the restaurant down.

Okay. I'll get my tux guy
over here in the morning

and get you gentlemen all tuxed up.

[yells excitedly]

[Michaela] Wonderful.

Patrice, do let catering know ASAP.

[Patrice] Yes, Mrs. Kell. I will.

[exhales]

[Ray mumbling]

Is that bread?

[Jose] Mm-mm.

- [Patrice clears throat]
- Yeah.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door closes]

[phone clicks]

[line ringing]

[man on phone] Hi, Dad.

Hello?

[phone beeps]

[Jose] Go! Bread!

[speaks Spanish]

Wait. As I recall, he lost
each and every one of those Super Bowls.

When was the last time
the Dolphins won the Super Bowl?

- The last--
- Period.

Okay, whatever.

- Before you were born, missy. Okay?
- [all laugh]

I'm gonna go check
on the gala crew at the bar

and make sure
we're buttoned up for tomorrow, okay?

- [Devon] Bye, Jose.
- Buenas noches.

- Thank you, Jose.
- Of course.

[Peter inhales deeply]

Bruce,

would you care
to retire to my office with me

and drink some scotch
and talk about old guy sh*t?

[scoffs] Pope wear a funny hat?

[laughing]

Right this way.

[Devon] Not too much scotch.

[Bruce grunts]

- Don't forget your bag.
- [Bruce] All right.

Hey, you own this whole house?

It's been in my family for generations.

Wow.

What size water heater
do you need for a place like this?

[Peter] I have no idea.

[door closes]

Damn, how long does it take
to dump somebody?

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs deeply]

[chairs scraping]

[exhales nervously]

[crickets chirping]

[Patrice] It's okay.
I don't need help clearing the table.

Happy Labor Day.

Right. Oh, that's right.
My very favorite holiday. Here we go.

[slurping]

Does it... Does it mean nothing to you
that I... that I flew your dad in?

It... [sighs]

It means that you don't listen.
It means you profoundly misunderstand me.

How was I supposed to know
you don't like your dad?

I love my dad.

Maybe when I told you that we don't speak,
that might've been a clue.

I thought it would be good for you
to see him, mend fences.

Those fences belong to me.

Jesus, Simone.
I don't even know who you are right now.

You're, like, dark.
It's... It's making me very uncomfortable.

Yes, Ethan, exactly.
You don't know who I am right now.

'Cause you don't know me at all.

But that's what...
that's what engagement is for.

- What?
- You get to know each other.

You tell me all the things,
and I tell you all the things

because we love each other.

You don't love me.

I do love you.

I told my mom and dad about you.
I've never done that with anybody before.

They think they're meeting my fiancée
at the gala tomorrow.

Well, that was really premature.

[scoffs]

Is there somebody else?

- What? No.
- Are you seeing somebody else?

No.

Okay, well, then I don't see
what else could have changed this much

since yesterday.

Okay. Yesterday, you found out
that I was a poor kid from Buffalo,

and you got more interested in me,

so you... you could be this white knight
galloping in to rescue me.

That is so insulting. And wrong.

It turned you on.

No.

It made me want to...
It made me want to take care of you more.

- Okay.
- It... It made me...

love you more.

Also, yesterday,
I hadn't seen my father in, like,

God... [sighs]

...a decade.

Not since we faced each other in court,

and he lost custody of me due to
criminal negligence and child abuse.

[hesitating]

[sighs]

[clicks tongue, groans]

[sighs deeply]

Well, I didn't know that.

Yes, you did.

Yes, you did, Ethan.

You did. Devon said, "Foster care."

I said, "Please, don't make me
talk about something so painful,"

and you said, "Let's put a ring on it."

[scoffs]

Wow.

Wow.

[sobbing]

You think my boss
is getting dumped up there?

- [Ray scoffs] For sure.
- For sure.

He was already toast.
Simone eats men up and spits them out.

Hey, don't talk about her like that.

Come on, you remember Ellis,
Drew's little brother?

Dumped this dude on his birthday.

He got a bunch of face tattoos
and OD'd at a Wendy's.

That wasn't Simone's fault.
He was an addict.

No, but then she f*cked
that married professor.

Ruined that guy's life too.

[Devon] Oh, yeah.

- That wasn't her best moment.
- [footsteps approaching]

- Can I help you, little man?
- Yeah, I just want to talk to Devon.

- What for?
- I... I just thought she might...

Might what? The f*ck out of here, man.

Yeah.

[footsteps receding]

[whimsical music playing]

Come on! Him too?

Simone, do you realize how many times

I have been voted Most Eligible Bachelor
in New England by N Magazine?

Thrice.

I am a member of Sankaty Golf Club.

That's harder to get into
than the US Senate.

I turned down Katy Perry.

Well, maybe she's still interested.

Oh, you think this is funny?
Really? Seriously?

You're torturing me
instead of giving me an answer?

Answer to what?

Are you marrying me? Yes or no?

No.

Maybe I've been saying it too nicely,
but no.

- Wait, or--
- Deadass.

- Hold on a second. Or...
- No.

Or... Or... [exhales sharply]

Okay, we... [sighs]

...we stay together

and work through this pickle
that we're in right now...

No.

...until we get to a place
where we're both feeling like...

- No. Ethan...
- ...let's get engaged.

I am going to New York
with Kiki on Tuesday.

But where does that leave us?

[Morgan] What about you, Devon?

- What are you like at home?
- [Ray] She's dope.

- I'm deeply, deeply depressed.
- [Ray] No.

She was prom queen,
captain of the track team.

She's being modest.

- Ray, that was 15 years ago.
- This is why she keeps me around.

So I can remind her who she really is

because she ended up getting so serious
after the sh*t happened.

- What sh*t?
- Nothing.

Devon had to take care of Simone.

This girl right here
worked full time at Costco.

Nineteen years old. Paying for food,
paying for an apartment for 'em,

driving her around, tutoring her,
getting her on the damn honor roll.

That's why I make it my personal mission

to make sure
she's got some joy in her life.

Some drinks in my life.

- Sounds to me like you need a break.
- [exhales deeply]

Have you given any more thought
to sailing down to Palm Beach with me?

Wha...

[footsteps approaching]

[Ethan sighs] Unbelievable. f*ck!

- [door opens]
- [Devon scoffs]

[door closes]

Hey.

Yikes. You okay?

Yeah.

Um...

Where's Bruce?

He's up there with Peter.

Okay, uh, we need to talk.
Let's go in here.

Stay.

[Simone exhales]

- God.
- [door closes]

- Uh, Zeus, lights.
- [Zeus chimes]

[Devon yelps]

- Oh my God!
- [man] Sorry.

I couldn't find the lights.

Cyrus, remember?

- The photographer from Vanity Fair.
- Yeah, I remember you.

What are you doing in here?

Waiting on Michaela. I have proofs
to show her from the sh**t.

- Oh, she's slammed. Here, I can...
- No, I'll wait.

- [Simone] Okay.
- She needs to see them.

Can you remind her I'm here?

Yeah.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens, closes]

[Simone] Okay.

[exhales, sighs]

[exhales]

[Simone] Okay, so...

What's the plan?

What's the plan for what plan?

I need you to get Bruce out of here.

[scoffs]

I don't know why you're saying this
like it's my fault.

Your idiot boyfriend got him here,

and your idiot boss
just invited him to the gala.

No way. He... He cannot come to the gala.
He tried to feel Kiki up before.

Well,

now you know
what I've been dealing with by myself.

He's... He's, like, shockingly bad.

Is he really shockingly bad?
I've been telling you about it all year.

Okay.

I can get you
on the first flight out tomorrow,

and you can take him
to the guest house until then

so I never have to see him again.

You're not gonna talk to him?

No.

No?

No.

The man hasn't left the block since COVID.

He got on a plane
and wore a suit to come see you.

How about... I don't care.

Leave him on the rocks.

So you just... you don't feel
any responsibility for him?

He didn't feel any responsibility for me
when I was a kid.

When I went to school hungry and dirty?

No, f*ck him.

f*ck him?

Wow.

That's cold.

Do you know what happens
to girls in foster care?

You know that I do.

He let strangers raise me.

He let strangers abuse me.

He did that.

He wasn't right after Mom died.

Everyone thinks that
I wasn't old enough to remember,

but I remember clearly.

The more depressed she got,
the more he ignored her.

When she got manic, he'd go to the bar

and leave her for us to handle.

He's the reason she k*lled herself.

He's the reason that...

He's the reason
that I tried to k*ll myself.

[breathes deeply]

And he'll be the reason
that you k*ll yourself.

And with all this destructive sh*t
that you do, Devon,

it seems like you want him to.

[scoffs]

[chuckles sadly]

You know what you sound like?
A crazy b*tch who's off her meds.

Oh my God.
It's always about meds with you.

Meds, meds, meds. Like, why?

I went through your cabinet
and know you're not taking them.

No, I don't take them. You know why?

I don't need them anymore.
My doctor titrated me off of them.

- Whose doctor? Kiki's?
- No. Dr. Fine.

My psychiatrist since, like, 2015.

You can recover from PTSD, you know.

You can create the right tools,

find your people,
create a safe space for yourself.

And I'm not your safe space
anymore, right?

Is that right?

Because you are
literally only alive because of me.

I'm alive in spite of you.

You want me to be a toddler
with a broken wing.

- So you have a purpose.
- [gasps]

- So you can blame your shitty life on me.
- That's bullshit.

I didn't even want to tell you

that I went off them,

because I knew it would upset you.

Do you have any idea how that feels?

To know that you don't
actually want me to be well.

I have spent my entire life

taking care of you.

You don't want my help anymore?

Good f*cking luck.

[dramatic music building]

[door slams]

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct conversation]

Don't follow me.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Bruce] Pretty sweet up here.

- [bottle thuds on table]
- [glasses clink]

Bird's-eye view for the king.

Thanks.

[exhales]

[Bruce] So, did...

[grunts] ...you earn your money,
or were you born with it?

- A little of both.
- Mmm.

Making money is easy
once you've got money.

The easiest thing is to spend it.

- Hmm.
- [lighter clicks]

I was never good at making money

or anything else.

But I do bowl a 220, so there's that.

I think there are things other than money
that make a man feel satisfied.

Oh yeah? Like what?

Kids. Accomplishments.

I'll take the cash.

But you can't take it with you, though.

You can't bring all your riches
and accomplishments with you.

That's the one place
you and me are equals.

Gotta face death alone.

I've built companies
that employ thousands.

I have funded their lives.

I give more to charity in a month

than most people will earn
in their lifetime.

None of that matters when my time comes?

Maybe to the people you leave behind,
but you'll be too dead to give a sh*t.

What about family?
That matters, doesn't it?

If you can remember them.

Mmm.

But when I die, I just want to be present.

Have my memory

and remember.

And... what do you want to remember, Bruce,

in those final moments?

My girls.

Devon and Simone.

[Peter] Yeah.

Yeah.

[inhales deeply]

Rory and Sarah for me.

And their mother, Andrea.

[exhales]

God, she was beautiful.

I'm still in love with her.

She ruined me, though.

Shipwrecked me.

Made me lose my kids.

Yeah, I know how that can happen.

Let me have some of that.

I haven't had that since the Navy.

Okay, but just... a small hit

because this legal stuff is pretty strong.

[inhales deeply]

[lively music playing]

Go away!

- She said go away! She means you!
- No, she's talking about you, Popeye.

- Hey, you need help getting up?
- [exhales] No!

Stop. I just want to be alone.

Okay, well, I brought you a flask.

I brought you my sweatshirt.
It's warm from my body heat.

- "It's warm from my body heat." Dork!
- Okay, calm down, nurse.

- Here. Ladies first.
- No, thank you, Ray.

- Don't worry, it's not Captain Morgan.
- I said no. I don't drink anymore.

Since when?

Since all year. Since I got my first DUI.

I've told you, like, 40 times I'm trying
to be sober. You never listen to me.

Are these guys bothering you, Devon?

[Devon] Oh, Jesus Christ.

- What is wrong with you guys?
- [Ray] Hold on.

- Hey, wait. Devon.
- Hey!

- Devon! Hold on, wait. Wait.
- Come on, D, wait!

Let go of me. Where's Devon?

Hey, Michaela,
can I get a little help over here?

- Bruce is freaking out.
- What's the matter with him?

I don't know. We were having
a nice conversation, smoking weed,

and he got a little agitated.

Maybe you shouldn't have gotten him high.

Where am I?

[Simone] What happened?

[Bruce] Where's Devon?

Uh, I think she went out
for a walk, Bruce.

Who are you?

I'm Simone.

No, you're not. She's dead.

[tense music playing]

I'm gonna get a paper bag
and do the breathing thing.

- Um...
- I need my medicine. Where's Devon?

[pills rattling]

Where's my TV?
I want to watch the Indians game.

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay. Just calm down.

Don't you f*cking touch me!

[Michaela] Go... Go find Devon, all right?

Check the guest house.

We're gonna find Devon
for you, Bruce, okay?

I don't know what this is.
I'm not supposed to be here.

- [breathing heavily]
- Hey. Hey.

- Do you remember me?
- Mmm.

[Michaela] Hmm?

- Hi.
- [Michaela] Hi. Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I know you.
- Yes.

- [Bruce sighs]
- We met.

We're gonna find Devon for you, okay?

- Hold my hand.
- Yeah.

- Let's hold hands, all right?
- Okay.

We're gonna sit down and wait for Devon.
Come on. Come on.

- Come on.
- [Peter scoffs]

He said he'd smoked before.

Hey.

How was I supposed to know you were sober?

Last time I saw you,
you were wasted at Whiskey Joe's.

When you left me so drunk
I couldn't stand. Is that the night?

- You said you were gonna call an Uber.
- Yeah.

I didn't.

I f*cked the bartender.

And then I drove drunk and crashed
into a parking meter, got arrested,

and spent the night in jail.

No. What? Why didn't you call me?

You were busy yelling at me
about some f*cking Falafel Ball shift.

[Morgan and Eddy laugh]

Could you just give us a second, please?

Are you okay? Did you get hurt?

No, don't... don't do that. Don't pretend
that you care about me. You went home.

[sighs] You know that I have to go home
to my wife sometimes.

That does not mean that I don't love you.

You don't love me.

You love who you were in 2009.
You love high school.

I don't understand why you're negging me,

because I... I closed the restaurant early.

I... I lied to my whole family
so that I could come see you.

You knew that I wasn't okay.

And you left me there anyway.

Go home to Allie.

But I'm leaving her. I am.

I'm gonna break the news to her
sometime, like, next week.

I don't want you to leave Allie.
I don't want you.

Why?

Because of that guy?
I know it's not that guy.

Because I don't love you.

I've f*cked three guys
since I've been here.

You don't mean anything to me.

I don't think about you.
I don't even like you.

You make my life worse. You make me worse.

[sobbing] And you're the thing that I do
when I want to hate myself.

If you walked into the ocean right now
and drowned, I would be better off.

[footsteps departing]

[somber music playing]

[music ends]

[Michaela] Everything is okay, Bruce.

Just relax.
We're getting in touch with Devon.

- [Bruce] Hey, beautiful.
- [Michaela] Yeah?

[softly] You want to get out of here?
This house is weird.

I know.

- I'm just not quite ready to leave.
- [Bruce] Mmm.

Can we wait a little bit?

- I want to move around.
- Oh. Uh...

- Okay. Um...
- Yeah.

Bruce, come back. No, come back.

Hey, you know what? We could dance.

- Dance? What do you mean?
- Yeah, I like to dance.

- Come on.
- No. There's no music.

Put your arms around me. Take a breath.

- No, there's music in the... in the surf.
- Hmm.

[Michaela] Mmm, listen. Listen.

Listen to the waves.

[Bruce breathes deeply]

[pensive music playing]

We were so good together.
Why did you leave?

I'm here now.

[Bruce laughs]

[Michaela] Huh?

Am I lost, or is this real? [laughs]

Does it matter?

You feel so good in my arms.

I won't fail you again.

You didn't fail.

Everything I tried,
it just made you sadder.

I didn't know that you were at that point.

There was nothing you could have done.

[Bruce] I was mean to you.

I got angry when you were in your moods.

Pissed off.

You were up buzzing around all night,

bursting with words.

Dancing.

Music no one else could hear.

Can you hear it now?

Yeah.

[Michaela] Hmm.

I hear,

I think.

[gentle music playing]

You tried to k*ll Simone.

I couldn't understand that.

That is very hard to understand.

[somber music playing]

I tried so hard for so long
to get pregnant.

- [Bruce] You did?
- [Michaela] I did.

I kept trying, losing,

and trying and losing.

Our daughters turned out so smart,

beautiful.

I wish you could see them now.

I wish I could see my babies too.

I'm tired.

Yeah?

[Bruce] Mmm.

- [Michaela] Mm.
- My legs.

Why don't we sit down again?

- Mmm.
- Come on.

Come on, sit over here.

[Bruce] Maybe I'll close my eyes
for a bit.

[Michaela] That's a good idea.

[Bruce exhales]

Ah, here you go.

[Bruce exhales]

Hey.

[Peter] There you go, buddy.

Rest now.

- [Bruce] Mmm.
- [Michaela sniffles]

[Bruce snoring]

[Simone] Devon!

Devon!

[Ethan] Go away, monster!

[Simone] Ethan?

Ethan, what are you doing out here?

[smacks lips] Me, I'm teleport--

I'm teleporting to my boat to come get me.

[inhales sharply]

- Beam me up!
- Okay.

You're drunk. Let me walk you home.

You stay away from me.

I'll help you home, okay?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Uh-huh, yeah.

I'm just another notch
on your little pink belt, right?

Fine, you can get yourself home.

Devon!

- You're a monster, you know that?
- Stop calling me that.

Monster.

Hey. You're gonna hurt yourself, okay?

[tense music playing]

You're a shell of a person.

I see it now.

Little beady eyes over there.

Destroying me.

You stay away from me.

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

There you go.

[exhales]

Nice job in there.

I didn't know what to do.

[scoffs, inhales deeply]

Yeah, what a day.
Can't believe we have the gala tomorrow.

[Peter] Hmm.

I'm sorry that we never...
got to have a baby, Michaela.

I'm sorry too.

I know that this year
has been hard for you.

Rory and his wife announcing
that they were expecting,

but there's something that...
I need to tell you. [sighs]

Uh...

When I said I was in Japan,

I was actually
at my grandson's christening.

Rory was there, of course, and Sarah too.

[inhales deeply]

I was with my kids.

I know.

Simone told you?

No, why would Simone know?

Oh, I don't know.

Um... [chuckles softly]

Nothing gets by that girl.
I... I thought she figured it out.

No, I... I figured it out by myself. I...

I was hurt that you didn't tell me,

but I understand
why you feel you couldn't.

You do?

You knew I'd be upset.
Your kids hate me. [chuckles]

They always have, you know?

They blame me for what happened
with Jocelyn. I'm the villain, right?

But I want you to have
a relationship with your kids.

I'm glad you saw the baby.

[inhales sharply]

- Can I tell you something cool?
- Hmm.

When Rory saw me, he started to cry.

- He did?
- Yeah.

[inhales deeply] He was just so surprised.

And then Sarah came over,
and she started crying, and then the baby,

his name's Jonathan,
he started crying. It was funny.

[Peter chuckles]

I'm so relieved because I thought
you were having an affair.

[inhales deeply]

We've been through a lot, you and me.

I love you, Mrs. Kell.

I love you too.

[gentle music playing]

[pensive music playing]

Stop following me!

Ethan, get away from the cliff.

Help! Somebody help me!

I'm trying to help you.

[groaning]

Oh God.

[wind whooshing]

You did this to me.

You!

- You did this!
- Ethan?

- [music intensifies, stops]
- [Ethan screaming]

[body thuds]

[gasps, exhales sharply]

- [Simone] Help!
- [Michaela] What is it?

Help! Ethan fell off the cliff
the whole way down.

Oh my God.

Call 911. Meet the ambulance out front.

[frantic music playing]

[Michaela] Hi. I need an ambulance
at 4 Sconset Point.

A man fell from the bluff. I...

- I don't know.
- [door opens]

Yes. Thank you.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm so sorry. I've been waiting
in that hot room for three hours.

Cyrus, I... I can't talk now.
There's been an emergency.

- I need to speak to you.
- I cannot look at proofs now.

You need to see this photo, ma'am.

[unsettling music playing]

When did you take this?

Today.

I was sh**ting Kewes Point
for your feature.

I'm sure the magazine
would want to buy it.

You'll get your money.

Please leave.

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[music intensifies]

[music crescendoes, stops]

[curious music playing]

[music fades]

[alluring vocalization]

[music ends]