02x05 - The Tell

[bunniefuu]

OLIVER PUTNAM: My own son directing?

Dad, please.

I-I need some help.
I'm drowning over here.

I understand. I'm just
ridiculously jammed with this case.

Hello, Mabel. This is Alice
Banks from Third Arm Gallery.

We're a little artist
collective downtown.

There's just something
very compelling about you.

- I want to show you something.
- It's beautiful.

I'm glad you like it, because it's you.

Alright. What do we know?

Bunny was k*lled with a Kn*fe.

Evidence keeps showing
up in our apartments,

and we don't know how. I mean,

first the painting over
there, now the m*rder w*apon?

LUCY: I think I know how people
are getting into your apartment.

In a shocking development,

we've discovered the
k*ller's secret lair.

Is your friend from
yesterday joining you?

Another waiter took my shift
and said you were with someone.

Not coming. And not my friend.

I went over %.

That's too much this time.

No one else who needs it.

CHARLES-HADEN SAVAGE:
Well, unknown caller,

I need your help with something.

Hello, Charles. I've missed you.

[RINGTONE, PHONE BUZZING]

- [VIDEO GAME NOISES]
- [RINGING STOPS]

Yeah, baby. We're just doing this

family tree for a science fair project.

Well, I took over.

[GAME NOISES CONTINUE]

Yeah. I'll make him
do some of the gluing.

Okay. Yeah. Love you, too. Bye.

♪

[LAUGHS] My dad in the s.

There was no better time
to be in New York City.

I know this only because
he says it constantly.

Yeah, I guess if you miss
wall-to-wall p*rn theaters

and trashcan fires, the
' s were your decade.

But for my dad, they really were.

I've got an idea. Who wants to play...

"Son of Sam"?

WILL PUTNAM: See, he
spent a lot of those days

partying with friends and actors

and artists, completely carefree,

developing what he thinks
is his greatest skill...

Knowing when someone is
hiding a secret from him.

YOUNG OLIVER: The object
of the game is simple.

If you're the k*ller, k*ll.

[GASPS]

And if you're anyone else, survive.

Most of you are innocent
blondes, but one of you

is the Son of Sam k*ller...

♪

And I'm gonna find out who.

Now, no cheating, Teddy.

Who, me?

WILL: You know, sometimes I wonder

if he thought the
parties would never end.

Blackout! [CLICK]

WILL: Because for years, they didn't.

One of you... is the Son of Sam k*ller.

[EXCITED MURMURING]

And I'm gonna find out who.

♪

Is it you, my darling wife, Roberta?

WILL: See, he's always been
an observant guy, my dad.

It's basically impossible
to hide something from him.

Okay. Hold on.

William...

Did you just sneak out of bed?

Um... No.

Are you sure? You wouldn't
fib to your old father...

would you?!

[GIGGLING] I admit it! I did!

[LAUGHS] How come you always know?

Well, because everyone who
has a secret has a tell.

Both your sockies...
Where's that sock? Ah, ha!

Both your sockies are on,

but it's well known that you
hate sleeping in your sockies.

That's a tell.

Your door was ajar, but you like
it closed to keep out the monsters.

I just know you, Willie.

Same way I know that Mom
isn't the Son of Sam tonight

'cause she ate some cheese,

and she only does that
when she's relaxed.

You're amazing, Dad.

Well, you're even more amazing

for realizing how amazing
I am so early in life.

[BABY TALK] Now, off to
Dream Land, little boy.

Shh...

[WHISPERS] I love you.

[OLIVER SIGHS]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[NERVOUS LAUGH]

[SIGHS]

Teddy...

You're the k*ller.

[INHALES]

[SIGHS]

[HUSHED MURMURING]

- [LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE]
- WILL: But, it turns out,

you can hide a secret from my dad.

All you have to do is not
know what you're hiding.

JAN: It's good you're here.

Being in a place like this gives
a gal a lot of time to think,

and I tend to get a little neurotic.

I'm worried about us,
Charles. Are we okay?

Are you insane?

You mean, like, legally? I wish.

I wanna know who k*lled Bunny.

And I thought you,

as a maniac,

might have some insight.

Oh, you guys are really
struggling this season, aren't you?

Mm, truthfully, I'm
behind on your podcast.

I only get minutes
of internet a day here,

and mostly, I use it to
watch p*rn and TikToks.

Tell me about the case.

We know that Bunny was k*lled
with a Kn*fe in Mabel's apartment,

and the k*ller composed the scene

by placing a knitting
needle in the wound

to make the cops think we were involved.

Yum. Any theories?

We were looking at Nina Lin,

but we think that may
be the wrong track.

Nina Lin? The Lululemon Gremlin?

She's not the stabbing type.

Who is? A bloodthirsty bassoonist?

Not in this case.

Though, I did s*ab my third one.

You know, you really gotta
know what you're doing

because, God forbid,

you accidentally take out their appendix

and save their life.

This was a mistake coming here.

[BANG]

♪

How can you pretend you don't love this?

The way we connect when
we theorize and speculate.

It's just like how we
used to go back and forth

about the last case.

You mean the m*rder you committed?

I don't get hung up on the details.
It's the feelings that matter.

I know the real you, Charles.

That last night we had together,

we found our sweet spot.

You tried to k*ll me.

Details.

Listen to what you said, Charles.

The k*ller composed the m*rder scene.

That's who you're looking for.

A storyteller. An artist.

Go on.

An artist never finishes
their piece in the middle.

They stick with it till the end.

Finding ways to stay
close to their work.

Is someone staying close to you?

Does someone have a new friend?

That's your k*ller.

So, you're saying it's not
raining inside where you are?

Skies are clear in this building.

ALICE: Paint me a picture.
What are you wearing right now?

Actually, let me guess.
Is it a, uh... [INHALES]

Is it a very, very sexy

over-sized jumper circa ?

- Wait, am I right?
- That's cute.

I love that you have the same
weekend attire as Norm from Cheers.

How do you know what Cheers is?

ALICE: I'm from London, not the moon.

It's funny, the turns life takes.

There I was, a posh
girl being paid to party,

working on the door of the rare club.

But even then, I still had
this overwhelming feeling

that I needed to check out the
art scene of jolly old Bushwick,

where, now,

my ceiling is weeping a brown liquid

on the night I'm meant to be hosting
a full collective get-together,

and I have no idea how I can get away

with calling this a water feature,

- but do you have any ideas?
- Jesus...

- ALICE: Jesus is right.
- MABEL MORA: Um, hold on.

I'm gonna put you on mute.

Yeah, I should go anyway.
I have to decide by :

whether I need to mop up this
sewage water or try and call it art,

so... unless...

you'd ever in a million years
host it at your palatial apartment?

It's just a small drinks thing.

[THUD] It's just passing the hat,

a little get-together.

No, Actually, that's such an imposition.

- Please, just forget I said anything.
- You know what?

I think having it here
would be a grand idea.

- Really?
- Sure. I kinda hate

the idea of being alone
in my place these days.

- I could use the company.
- Wow! Amazing!

Okay, this will be so fun.

I'll organize everything.
I'll get the wine,

and you just don't worry about a thing.

- I won't.
- Okay, see you later.

♪

- [GASPS]
- WILL: Good, guys.

Flap those wings. Scary, guys, scary.

I gotta say, Dad,

what you've done with the
production value here...

Oh, it's just my old costume buddies.

You're the one who
cast the perfect Toto.

WILL: That's because I'm better
at directing the dog than the kids.

I just think it's so great to
have another Putnam in the theater.

You know our family roots
in this business of show

go back five generations.

Showmanship and desperation must be

the twin helixes of
our family DNA. [LAUGHS]

You know, I wonder if that's
gonna show up in the ancestry test

we had to take for Henry's
science fair project.

Oh, by the way, we could use your
help with that, if you don't mind.

Sure. What do you need?

Saliva I can give you right
now. Urine might take a minute.

[LAUGHS]

Eh, it's good to have you around, Dad.

You know, any time you want to stop by,

I know the kids will love it.

Well, let's... let's make
it a standing thing, okay?

And I swear, I will never allow

the commitment to my family
to take a backseat to...

- [TEXT CHIMES]
- Oh, hold on. I gotta get this.

- _
- Oh! I gotta split. Okay.

Alright. Henry! Where are you?

[DEEP VOICE] There you are,
baby. Grandpa's gotta go.

[NORMAL VOICE] Okay, kids!
Rush hour is approaching,

and the tunnel will be as
packed as Orson Welles' colon.

- [LAUGHS]
- Kids, Dad, kids...

No, it's clever. It's clever.

♪

Alright, let's go.
Let's take it from the top.

"... as Orson Welles' colon." [LAUGHS]

And everyone laughed,
especially the kids. [BEEP]

Ooh. Is that the matchbook in question?

- MABEL: No!
- CHARLES: Fingerprints!

- Sorry. The Pickle Diner?
- Look. Is that blood?

Or is that a spot of ketchup?

Interesting.

[BEEP] Tell me, matchbook.

Are you clue or condiment?

- [BEEP]
- So, the k*ller stabs Bunny here,

and then leaves through the
hole in the bottom of my closet.

Hole in the closet? This
is new. I didn't hear that.

And during the escape,
drops the matchbook.

I must have come in right after
that. Bunny said " " and...

Passage.

Maybe that's what
Bunny said. Not "savage."

- "Passage."
- Maybe, but it's all still a blur.

B-but if someone was
running through the walls,

you would think you'd hear something.

So, is it that you didn't hear anything

or you don't remember hearing anything?

Where's the blur exactly?

I'm not... It was...
It was a hectic moment.

What's the difference
between hearing something

- and remembering hearing something?
- OLIVER: Well, Charles,

memory can contain
both objective reality

and subjective perception. For example,

you remember being
a huge television star,

but I remember flipping past Brazzos

to watch the Iran-Contra
hearings. So, Mabel,

- what do you remember?
- Not the Iran-Contra.

Oh, that one's easy.

Ronald Reagan, who I didn't
always agree with politically,

but whose acting chops
and hair color I respected,

was opposed to something
called the Boland Amendment...

CHARLES: Whoa, whoa,
whoa! He's skipping over

- the Carter-Iranian arms embargo!
- She doesn't need me to recap

the whole embassy standoff.

Couple of names to remember...
Robert McFarlane and John Poindexter.

- And don't forget Weinberger and North.
- I wasn't going to.

- Or the Tower Commission.
- I wasn't going to!

I know all the players!

Negroponte, Noriega, Hasenfus.

He forgot Ed Meese, everybody!

Yeah, I wasn't going to
forget Ed Meese, everybody!

But, I'll tell you who we did forget...

BOTH: Fawn Hall!

Oh, my God, shut up! I
don't care about any of this!

Well, you should. It's
worse than Watergate.

Just not as interesting. Okay, so...

- let's focus.
- Okay. [SNIFFS]

Does this matchbook
belong to the k*ller?

[SIGHS] Wouldn't it be nice if
it was just simple this time?

If he was, like, a
lifelong matchbook collector

or a regular at the Pickle Diner.

There's only one way to find out.

♪

- And here's my list of regulars.
- Thank you, Ivan.

How can you still be hungry?

Charles, need I remind
you that there is a k*ller

traveling through
the walls of the Arconia

who can hear everything we're saying,

and I can't think of a single,
safer location to work in

that also has dips.

Although these are pretty
watery, truth be told.

I agree. Not with the
whole dip obsession.

Think it's a crime against nutrition.

This is great.

Half of Ivan's list is in Russian.

The person who did
this composed the scene

to tell a story.

So, who did Bunny know who was

a-a storytelling artist-type

or an artsy storyteller-type?

Okay, Carl Jung P.I.

Maybe the k*ller is our shadow selves.

Maybe it's my grandson.

You know, he recently got
interested in the arts,

although he's more of
a... mathlete at heart.

It's hard to believe
he's blood relative.

The only blood that we should
be thinking about right now

is whose blood...

Uh, or ketchup.

Is on the matchbook in the...

[WHISPERS] secret passageways.

- What?
- What?

[WHISPERS] Secret passageways.

[QUIETLY] Can't hear what you're saying.

The f*cking secret passageways!

SAM: Hey, sorry. Did you
just say that the k*ller

is an artist crawling throughout
the Arconia's secret passageways?

- I believe it.
- That's big!

Our fans! You rascals.

Issue yourselves a spoiler alert.

You know, I think I know
about those passageways.

- I do mold removal in the building.
- But you think they're secret?

We are not prepared to confirm any
theory at this particular juncture.

OLIVER: Nice job alerting the world

that we have no theories, Charles.

But please, continue to wax poetic

- about our k*ller's inner child.
- Oh.

So, their psychological
motivation is not important?

They're toying with us.

They have to get close to do that.

So, is anyone new trying
to get close to us?

[PHONE BUZZES, TEXT CHIMES]

♪

_

What?

This isn't that.

This is just a friend who's an artist.

Alice is not a k*ller. She's...

an intimidatingly cool English girl

I've been on a few dates with.

Dates? Like...

Oh.

Oh. Look at the wheels turn slowly.

So slowly.

Don't you know it's very hip to
be bisexual these days, Charles?

You're lucky. You know, back in
the ' s, I had to hide the fact

- that I had a lesbian lover.
- MARV: You know,

my daughter came out recently,

and I was so proud.

She says I'm dead to her,

but could a dead man
"like" a Facebook post?

Anyway, Alice's gallery got flooded,

so she's going to throw a
party at my place tonight.

And we weren't invited?

You're having a party
at the crime scene?

It's not really a party.
It's... very last minute.

It's just a get-together.
You guys wouldn't wanna come.

Invitation accepted!

I have the perfect waistcoat to wear.

- It's brand new.
- Can I go in this?

OLIVER: Is that a serious question,

or do you think the theme of this
party is "open casket funeral"?

- [IMITATES PUNCH]
- Oh! [GRUNTS]

I'll get this.

- Oh, thank you.
- MABEL: Guys,

just please be normal. Please.

OLIVER: Okay.

[DOOR OPENS, BELL RINGS]

Finally, some story progress.

After that episode about
the sh*t-talking bird...

And the baby-maker board president?

Oh, I'm just glad that they don't
have a theory pointing to themselves.

I like that Mabel's dating
a woman. Very progressive.

[PARTY CHATTER]

Mm. Okay.

The good news is you're not
the worst-dressed guest here.

Pleasure to meet you, Professor.

Did you ride here in a hot air balloon?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ah.

There she is. The artist.

I don't trust her.

And when did they start dating
again? Right after Bunny's m*rder.

Okay, you're being paranoid. Can
our friend not have one nice thing?

Can I say I couldn't be more excited

- to meet the both of you?
- Oh!

And hold on. Charles,

- were you not in...
- MABEL: Here we go.

That Swedish movie

with that tempestuous
throuple that go camping

and t*rture each other with orgasms?

You saw Encounter at Uppsala?

- I played the park ranger.
- ALICE: Fabulously,

by the way. If it were
in anyone else's hands,

it would have just been
an average peeping tom.

It's one of the most memorable
half-scenes of the entire film.

Honestly.

And how did you see this movie?

I took a class on deviant
sexuality in Scandinavian cinema.

By the way, I love your waistcoat.

I used to have one just like it.

Oh, I-I doubt that.

So tell me, how did you and Mabel meet?

Because it's so impossible
to pry any information

out of this adorable little vault.

Well, okay, why don't
you guys go to the bar?

It's the door being used as a table.

[PARTY CHATTER CONTINUES]

I hate to say it, but I think
you may be right about our Alice.

There's something about that story.

She's fantastic! She didn't do it.

So, some strange woman praises
your one foreign film foray

and, all of a sudden, you trust her.

It's the Jan thing all over again.

Okay. Uh, fair enough,

but what are the odds
of that happening again?

And you can't go around
thinking everybody's lying.

Yeah, I only think it if they're lying,

and everyone has a tell.

Oh? Really? What's my tell?

Your tell is that you don't have a tell.

You're just as
uncomfortable as you look.

- I'll be right back.
- You can't leave me here.

I'm not good at parties!

- Oh, hi.
- Hi!

I-I'm nervous to talk to people
because I can come off creepy.

[PARTY CHATTER CONTINUES]

Okay, zoomers!

- This shindig is flat-lining...
- [SPEAKER FEEDBACK, MUSIC STOPS]

but thankfully, Dr. Oliver Feelgood's

got something to jump-start its heart.

- A party game.
- Oliver, what are you doing?

Oh, I know we're all
too cool for this, Mabel.

But you know who else
thought he was too cool?

Andy Warhol. I knew him.

Taught him how to play
at the Factory in ' .

- This is demented. I'm in.
- Wonderful. Step one, dr*gs!

But, fair warning, they
may be a few decades old.

Red before green, you're peeing clean.

Green before red, your liver's dead.

- What is he doing?
- He's either pushing

Benzedrine or penicillin.

It's an innocent game.
Now, everyone get pilled out

and prepare to travel back
to gritty-go-go-in-your-face,

Dancin', Bronx on fire, let's go Knicks!

Mean Streets. Taxi Driver.
Muppets Take Manhattan.

New York City of !

And... blackout!

[CLICK] It's a hot, sweaty summer night,

and there's a madman on the loose.

The game is Son of Sam.

Now, no one show each other your cards.

Most of you are innocent
blondes, but one of you

is the Son of Sam k*ller.

- [SLICING, STABBING]
- [WOMAN SCREAMING]

Each round, after I quietly whisper,

- "Blackout!"
- [SOFT LAUGHTER]

We all put our hands into the center,

close our eyes,

and the Son of Sam will secretly...

pinch a victim like so.

- [GASPS]
- Ah! And that pinch means

that you've just had your
head blown off in a parked car.

- Blammo.
- [g*n COCKS, g*nsh*t]

Blackout ends. We discuss, we debate.

If we vote for the wrong person,

blackout, and so on,

until we have correctly
identified the k*ller

or every innocent blonde in Bay Ridge

has been slaughtered by the Son of Sam.

Oh, I used to play this game in Oxford,

although we called it Jack the Ripper.

No.

We're in New York in the
' s, Alice. Pay attention.

You haven't even been born yet.

Now, everyone ready?
Get into the center.

[EXCITED CHATTER]

Blackout. [CLICK]

- [GIGGLING, MURMURING]
- Eyes closed.

Wait for the k*ller's pinch.

Three, two, one!

[CROWD GASPING]

I'm so dead.

OLIVER: Ah. Now, would
anyone like to begin

the investigation with a few questions?

Charles is totally the k*ller.

Wait, that's not even a question.

Who else agrees? There's a question.

♪

I'm no k*ller, Mabel. I'm just
a curious coed from the Midwest,

hoping to kiss my first Italian.

Well, as usual, I find your
acting unconvincing. Let's vote.

- Who thinks it's Charles?
- GUEST: Yep.

Sorry, but you've been found guilty

by a vigilante mob of
bridge-and-tunnel lunatics.

You all have blood on your hands.

You must now spend the rest
of the game over by that couch,

eating pretzels in purgatory.

- MABEL: Mm, sorry, Charles.
- Yeah, me, too.

Alright! Everyone, back in the center.

And... blackout!

Eyes closed.
Wait for the k*ller's pinch.

♪ I'm tense and nervous
and I can't relax ♪

[CROWD GASPING]

[SCREAMS]

[GASPING]

♪ I'm a real live wire ♪

[GUESTS GASPING]

OLIVER: Blackout after
blackout, the Son of Sam struck,

and all efforts to catch
the k*ller came to naught.

♪ Run, run, run ♪

And then there were three.

Only is it three? Or is it two

and a psycho k*ller? [SONG ENDS]

You play many roles, Oliver.

What's stopping you
from being the m*rder*r?

I know for a fact

that you're the Son of Sam, Alice.

Moi? What's got you pointing
the finger at me then?

Simple. You have a tell.

You play with your hair when you're
lying, like you're doing right now.

That is something that you do.

I like playing with
my hair. It's not a tell.

You did the exact same thing

when you were talking about your life

as a posh little art legacy.

- Well, that wasn't a lie.
- Wasn't it?

You did the same thing when
you mentioned going to Oxford.

- I didn't.
- Is this still a game?

You're not who you say you are.
Why did you really befriend Mabel?

Okay, this has to stop.

I know you're the Son of Sam

and potentially worse. [CRUNCH]

Hey, pretzel boy, you
wanna help me out here?

[CRUNCH]

I know it seems crazy,

but Alice came into your
life so soon after Bunny d*ed.

We thought she might be up to something.

And she is. She's lying to you,

and everyone else here
tonight, aren't you?

- No... Stop!
- Admit it.

You never saw his weird
Swedish p*rn film,

- and you are not who you say you are.
- Okay!

♪

Fine.

I didn't go to Oxford.

And no one in my family
is rich or is in the arts.

But who wants to buy a $ , painting

from the daughter of
a plumber from Essex?

I didn't think so. I've had to lie

to create some legitimacy
for myself in this world.

And, yes, I get the
irony in what I just said.

And now, if you are
done humiliating me...

Game over, please. Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

Innocent blonde.

I thought for sure she did it.

If this is what people
do at parties, I'm out.

[OLIVER SIGHS]

[QUIET CHATTER]

♪

♪

[DOOR CREAKS]

[PAPER SLIDING]

_

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[ELEVATOR DOORS RATTLE, SHUT]

MABEL: Everybody's gone.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFS]

[SIGHS] Brave.

I know. I'm a coward.

I can't stand it when
people are mad at me.

Well, I am mad.

At Charles and Oliver,
too, but especially you.

You lied to me,

and I'm not leaving here
until you tell me why.

It's hard to explain.

I always knew I wanted to be an artist.

Oh God, it sounds so trite
when you say it out loud, but...

for me, it's true. [SIGHS]

And all the things
that got in the way...

going to the wrong schools,

not knowing anyone important or famous

or even vaguely interesting,

it felt like something I could
never overcome, so I lied.

But I should've been honest with you.

I owed you that.

I didn't know how to
tell you, and I'm sorry.

[INHALES]

Everyone lies a little.

I lie.

[SCOFFS] About what?

Remember when we went
to that Thai restaurant,

and you asked me if I thought
the larb was too spicy?

And I was like, "No."

I was f*cking lying. [LAUGHS]

Also, whenever anyone asks me

if I've heard of a band or a movie,

I'm like, "Yeah!"

I'm f*cking lying.

[INHALES] Are we okay?

I'm glad that you told me the truth.

I have trust issues.

♪

There's a band called Trust
Issues. Have you heard of them?

They're really good.

Hey.

No more half-truths, okay?

Wait, she's dating an actual artist?
[LAUGHS] No kidding.

That's like a criminal
profiling hole-in-one.

CHARLES: Yeah, but,
uh, now I'm not so sure.

JAN: Why? Is she flirting with
you? I'm getting a wee bit jealous.

There's nothing to be jealous abo...

Also, we're not a couple!

You're a detective.
Look at the evidence.

We're a good match.

You brought out something
in my bassoon playing.

- Something feral.
- Stop it.

Oh, Charles.

If you wanted me to
stop, you'd just hang up.

I heard you talking
about Bunny this morning,

make me think I should
return the money she gave me.

I don't want any trouble.

This is a hell of a lot of
money, Ivan, doesn't look good.

For seven years, she was my regular.

She always tipped me extra.
At first, just little.

Then, even more generously.

Maybe she saw me as grandson.

Maybe she saw me as...

something else.

[GROWLS] This is...

This is one layer of the onion
I did not need to peel back.

[SHUDDERS]

But, look...

Is there anything about Bunny

that you remember that could help?

Anything about her final
days that were different?

♪

It's so quiet in the building now.

Aside from some yodeling.

Yodeling?

Yeah. Howard has a group. Don't ask.

- I miss the bassoon.
- You have one minute remaining.

- I should go.
- JAN: Wait.

You know what I've been thinking about?

It's warm and moist.

There's a bit of
sweetness in every bite.

- Is it the food in prison?
- Blech.

I'm talking about those
blueberry bagels we had.

- Remember?
- Oh yeah.

The morning after we first, uh...

- You do remember.
- Yeah. [LAUGHS]

You know, I bet those bagels
are still in your freezer.

Just cold and lonely,

waiting for someone to come
heat up their lives again

like she did before.

What I'd give to taste one
of those blueberry bad boys.

You know, Jan...

neurotics make very good sex partners.

Jan?

Jan?

IVAN: Now, the day before
she d*ed, I took the day off,

but I heard that Bunny
met with someone here.

Someone who pissed her off.

[PLAYS TAPE]

Okay, you really need to upgrade to K.

This is unwatchable.

- I...
- Hold on.

[BEEP]

There, on the tape, was the m*rder*r.

Maybe.

Looking... murderous.

Possibly.

And...

grainy.

Too grainy to make out any
physical characteristics at all.

Oh, hold on.

What was that? What
did they just pick up?

Nothing. That's where
we keep the matchbooks.

God, I'm good!

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

WILL: You know, my dad

isn't just good at figuring
out people's secrets.

Hey! Dad!

He can get obsessed with it.

I could never figure out why.

Maybe it makes you feel safe.

Maybe it makes you feel needed.

Thank you for the bagels, Charles.

WILL: Or maybe it
makes you feel powerful.

[TYPING, SENDS TEXT]

_

But sometimes, it
doesn't do any of that.

Sometimes, it just makes you feel worse.

[SIGHS] So, what's up, baby?

So, uh, we got back the DNA test

we took for Henry's school project.

Oh, is this about the
predisposition of prostate cancer?

Dr. Kipper said it's no big deal.

You just put your finger
up there twice a year,

and then you phone
someone you're fond of.

[LAUGHS] No. No,
it-it's about the ancestry.

Dad, are you sure you're % Irish?

[IRISH ACCENT] Am I % Irish?

I'll have you know I'm
Putnam through and through,

and devil the man who say
a word agin me, you know.

Right. Um...

You know, well, my DNA came back, and,

you know, half was clearly Mom.

But the other half was all Greek.

That-that's not possible, is it?

Greek?

No, that c-can't...

♪

[WIND BLOWING]

Who's the Son of Sam tonight, Dad?

Oh, Teddy.

It's always obvious when
he's hiding something.

You're awfully quiet tonight, Teddy.

What, do you have another secret?

[QUIET LAUGH]