My father worked as a lawyer for the richest family in New York
until his plane went down in Long Island Sound.
My dad left me only two things--
his briefcase and his biggest client, the Darlings--
Tripp, the empire builder...
I need your help, Nicky. You're the guy.
Letitia, the sophisticated socialite,
Patrick, the principled politician...
No, I'm not gonna go into a hotel and give a tranny hooker a check.
Karen, the professional divorcee...
She's still in love with you, huh?
Brian, the man of god...
I know he's mine, but I can't just bring him home to my wife and kids.
And Jeremy and Juliet, the well-behaved twins.
Yeah.
I said I'd nev work for them, but I will for now.
Because I think one of them may have murdered my dad.
Here you go, sir.
Hey, Lisa, have you seen my blue suit?
Oh! I forgot to pick it up from the cleaners. Sorry, honey.
Maria, Maria... Do they have wild salmon?
- Yes. - Poached...
soupcon of hollandaise on the side, steamed broccoli,
but not al dente. He's been making it nearly raw.
Tell him to crosscut the stem.
I don't know why he doesn't know how to do that.
Ow! Damn it!
It was hot.
Yeah.
You know, I can't find anything today-- my wallet, my keys.
The casual observer might assume you don't really want to go to work.
- There you go. - Really?
You don't have to do this. You know that, right?
- What? - Your dad wasted his life
babysitting the Darlings. You don't have to do the same thing.
- You know that, right? - Come on, Lisa.
We've been through this, okay?
I get to help a lot of people with a lot of money.
And I'm also trying to find out what happened to my dad.
You really think someone killed him.
I think it seems highly possible, yeah.
Is that why you took this job? Do you feel like...
you have some score to settle or something?
Look, I don't know, Lisa. It was a gut decision.
I took it for many reasons, I guess, none of which are Karen.
- Hey, I didn't mention Karen. - Look, I owe my dad something.
I just want to find out the truth. Okay?
- Okay. - All right.
Has that airplane mechanic guy ever called you back?
Norman Exley? No. I called him like ten times.
- Where are my keys? - Here.
Thank you.
I'd get you your dad's briefcase if I knew where you put it.
- Do you know where it is? - I left it with Daisy.
She's figuring out the combination for me.
I'm hoping there are some answers in there.
What? Ah.
There. Now you're perfect.
- I may look perfect but-- - Just like the Darlings.
Love you.
Can Freddy be in the picture? Please.
No.
This photo shoot, for better or worse,
is gonna launch your brother's senate campaign.
I'm not gonna let you cheapen it by including your fourth husband.
But, mom, his heart is set on this.
My heart was set on your brother leaving politics altogether
and pursuing a life of emotional integrity,
but that's not happening either.
The answer is no.
You know, Patrick's romantic habits are a lot more embarrassing than mine.
I don't see why you can't be on my side every once in a while.
You've always been stronger than your older brother, Karen, and you know it.
Don't be disingenuous. It's not becoming.
- Mrs. Darling. - Yes, Elizabeth.
The caterers have arrived to discuss the lunch for the photo shoot tomorrow.
- They're waiting in the kitchen. - I'll be right up.
Patrick needs me more than you do. He always has.
I'm not running for senate. I've decided.
I'm telling my father today.
And when will you tell your wife?
- About the senate? - No, about us.
Soon.
I promise.
Real soon.
I don't believe you.
I'm just asking my sister to come home.
I don't want to.
I'm through with daddy paying for everything
and secretly arranging my life behind my back.
It makes me feel like...
Well, like, this big, like I'm living on a train set.
That sounds kind of cool actually.
No. I want to be normal-sized and independent.
Then can you at least get a hotel room
that isn't the size of a friggin' postage stamp?
I tried to get the penthouse suite, but it was taken.
- Bummer. - Yeah.
- Who is the mutt? - This is Bingles.
I found him the day I left home. He is my totem.
Are you allowed to have dogs here?
No. But if i were in the penthouse, they'd be making exceptions.
Would you please be so kind as to investigate who's staying in there?
I'd be so grateful.
- I'm on it. - Thank you.
- To independence. - To independence.
You're going back to your mother today, and that's final.
- I want to live with you, daddy. - Well, you can't.
And stop calling me daddy.
I lied to my wife and daughters last night.
Hey!
Oh, sorry, father.
I lied to my wife and daughters last night and told them
that you were an orphan whose parents were killed
in a bullet train accident in Sweden.
- What's a bullet train? - That's none of your business.
The point is, do you know what my wife would do
if she found out that you talk english or that you're mine?
- Mommy's not gonna take me back. - She'll take you back.
She'll take you back if I have to shoot you at her with a cannon.
Sorry I'm late. Train got hung up at Union Square.
Whoa. You have a date with me, and you take the subway.
Usually runs on time. Trust me, it won't be a problem again.
- Let me set you up with a car. - No, subway's fine. Thanks.
- 24/7. - I'm good.
- All right. - What can I do for you, Tripp?
Well, we have this photo shoot happening here tomorrow.
We're rebranding the family as... fresh and hip...
before Patrick's campaign. It's idiocy.
And since everyone lives here except Brian,
they figured it'd be a good idea to have it in the living room.
So what would you like me to do?
Just hang around. Set a tone.
Make sure everybody gets there.
- Sounds simple enough. - Yeah, yeah.
It's a piece of cake.
Here.
What, uh, what's-- what's this?
Oh, I used to give some cash to your dad at the beginning of every work week.
For?
Well, things come up.
Trust me.
Oh, I thought you said you could open it up.
I'm a paralegal, Nick, not a code breaker.
- Any calls? - Juliet called.
She doesn't want to do the photo shoot tomorrow.
Here. What? Why?
'Cause she says she's "a free radical now,"
and you of all people would understand.
- What else? - Jeremy called.
He wants you to copyright some song he wrote
with Justin Timberlake last night. He left it on your answering machine.
Great.
Brian hasn't called to yell at me? Surprising.
Actually, he did stop by.
He's my son. Get rid of him.
This is your mother's phone number and address, right?
Okay, I'm gonna get in touch with your mom,
and everything's gonna be okay. All right?
Okay.
Call for you. It's Norman Exley.
Put him through.
Hello.
Hi. This is Norman Exley. I hear you been looking for me?
Look, I know Brian Darling paid you $100,000 for something, Mr. Exley.
I have the canceled checks.
You sure got all your little ducks in a row there, don't you, chief?
Yeah, I do. What was the money for?
Well, I did a lot of work on your dad's plane over the years.
Sometimes, he'd show up early when I'd still be spot-checking the engine,
and I'd, you know, overhear things.
Yeah. What kind of things?
Come on, Mr. Exley. You can tell me, or later on,
you're gonna be talking to the police.
Okay, one time I heard your dad talking to Reverend Darling
about his little secret love baby,
so I gave the reverend, you know, a call.
We came to an understanding.
So you blackmailed Brian Darling about his illegitimate son?
Yes, sir. I'm not proud.
Brian Darling never paid you to sabotage my father's plane?
No, sir, not in any way, shape or form.
Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Exley.
- Mr. George. - Yeah.
A lot of times when your dad took the plane,
he brought along his lady friend.
- Letitia Darling? - Yes, sir.
I know I'm talking out of school here, but...
if I was Tripp Darling, I sure woulda found that...
troublesome, real troublesome.
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- Good morning, Clark. - Ah, good morning, Mr. Darling.
- Enjoying that book? - It's great.
Thanks for giving it to me. I'm not sure I understand it.
Well, don't take it too seriously.
- Just enjoy it, but stick with it. - I'm going to, sir.
The scene at the end when xenophon crests the mountain
and the water is stretched out in front of him...
"thalatta, thalatta"-- "the sea, the sea"-- stunning.
Tish went out this morning?
Uh, yes, sir. I took her to Forest Lawn cemetery.
Keep it even.
Hey. Could you maybe tell me who's staying here?
Jeremy Darling? What the hell are you doing here?
Natalie Kimpton. Jeez.
- You look amazing. - You... look...
- I got--I gotta go. - No, no, no, no, stay.
I haven't seen you since your sister freaked out on me.
I know. Wasn't it-- it's been like a year?
Oh. What a crap blizzard that was. Sit.
How did you get up here? I thought this penthouse was maximum privacy.
Well, I told the... elevator girl that she could sing backup with me
on this project I'm doing with Justin Timberlake.
- Oh, you're writing songs now? - Yeah. You know, whatever I get by.
- Natalie. - Oh.
- Is that your mom? - Yeah.
She's trading in her third face for a fourth and a brand-new ass.
So, of course, I'm stuck here taking care of her like a slave,
and her face is like a grape smushed on the sidewalk. It's so bad.
Natalie, come here!
Carlos, mommy wants something! God.
- That sucks. I gotta go. - No, no, no, no, no.
Stay, stay, stay, stay. Come here. Please.
It'll be just like old times, you know?
Remember St. Barths? It'll be just like st. Barths.
You remember st. Barths, don't you?
Just a couple of minutes.
I don't want to run for senate. I want to get out of politics.
Okay.
What about the photo shoot?
I already had my office call and cancel
because I'm not running, so what's the point, right? I'm not.
- The family's had-- - I'm not the family, dad.
- I'm me. - Yeah, you're you. You.
And you could be president of the United States--
I don't want to be president.
I let you push me into law school, then the attorney general's office.
I won't let it happen again. I can't be a more clear.
Can't you?
If you're worried about some things coming to light in the election...
we can handle that, together.
You know, these things have a way of coming to the surface anyway.
They're like splinters. They want out.
That's not why I don't want to run.
Come here. Come here.
Come.
Contrary to popular belief...
history is not made by great men.
It takes more than one man to change the world,
it takes more than one generation. It takes a family.
Dad, I don't want to make history.
I just... want to live my life, okay?
Patty, you're the eldest son.
You're the only one who can carry on our name in public service.
You're the scion of the Darling family tree.
Please... make me proud.
Make yourself proud.
We're home.
Hey.
Hi, you must be Brian Jr.
- I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.
Our daughter Kiki is in the living room watching a movie.
- Do you want to join her? - Okay.
- She's right around the corner. - All right.
- You're kidding me, right? - What? Look, Lisa,
I told you that Daisy already watched him for two hours at the office.
I'm fine watching him. What I'm not fine with
is that the Darlings think that this is part of your job.
- You and me both-- - You're a lawyer.
- I know. - You always said
your dad sacrificed his family to take care
of every crazy thing the Darlings wanted.
And here you are, you're bringing home this kid.
You're babysitting. You know that?
Lisa, I know this sounds crazy, but right now,
this is the best way for me to get to the bottom of things.
Okay? I need to do my job.
- That's Karen. - Of course. Take it.
She probably wants you to wash her pet tiger or...
insure her solid gold toilet, or something very reasonable like that.
- It could be important. - Hey, I said take it.
Tell her hi.
- Hey, Karen, what's up? - Nick, hi.
- It's me. Can you hear me? - No, not really.
- I need you to do me a favor. - What?
I need you to do me a favor.
- What's up, baby? - Nothing. I love you.
Yeah, I love you, too.
I need you to tell Freddy he can't be in the picture tomorrow.
Mommy says no, and I...
I just don't have the heart to tell him.
You think you can handle that?
Look, Karen, it isn't really my job to tell your fiance
he can't be in some photo shoot for a fashion magazine.
I never thought it was your job, Nick. I'm asking you as a friend.
Nick?
Okay, I'll do it.
Thank you. You're my hero.
Okay. Bye.
That did sound very, very, very important.
Yeah.
Look, if you are ever going to get to the bottom of things,
you need to stop avoiding the obvious.
- Talk to Letitia? - Yeah.
I won't let you do it. I won't let you push that boy
into the senate for the sake of your almighty family name.
You've pushed him his whole life to try to make up
for what happened to your brother Kenneth. It's not right.
It's what's best for him.
You know he has issues that will come out--
Issues? Our married son has affairs with transsexuals,
and you stand there calling them issues?
- Don't lecture me in that tone. - Can't someone in this family
besides me live in the light of the simple truth?
- Someone? Anyone? - Oh, god.
I wish Dutch was here.
Why? Why do you wish Dutch were here?
Because I miss the days when there was somebody in this family
who knew the difference between power and love.
In this family?
You know what I mean.
Oh, god, no.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
- So... who's up there? - Hmm?
You went up to find out who's in the penthouse.
Oh, it's--it's-- it's nobody. It's, um...
- It's some chef. - A chef?
What kind of chef stays at the penthouse at the Argyle hotel?
It's, uh, some dude from Belgium.
He's here to cook for the United Nations at--
What? God, this place is really changing.
- See you tomorrow at the shoot? - Oh, no, you won't.
Why not?
Because I won't be appearing with the family anymore.
Oh, come on, Jules. There's gonna be lions--
- Live lions. Come on. - I don't care. Thank you.
I'm on my own now.
Are you paying for this place out of your own pocket?
- What do you mean? - This isn't independence. Okay?
- Dad's paying for it. - What's your problem?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, you should--
you should come tomorrow and you should be in the picture.
And then you should come home.
We should both get the hell out of here.
Later.
Have you always know about the affair?
No. Actually, I just found out few days ago.
The two of you were real good at maintaining appearances.
Well, it started as a necessity, and then it became a lifestyle.
Who told you?
Karen?
Yeah.
- Does Tripp know? - Why?
The police think that my father's plane may have been tampered with.
- Are you serious? - Yeah. It's not clear at all.
I mean, we'll know more once the N.T.S.B. reports come back.
But if tripp did know about the affair...
I just thought that maybe he...
I see.
No, I have no idea if he knew.
Your father, Nick, your father... was my great love.
So... how could Tripp not have known?
I know. I've thought the same thing. But...
Nick, for the past 40 years,
I've read every look on his face like it was code,
wondering if he was gonna come down to bed and--
and-- ask me or tell me he knew or... he never did.
Do you think he's capable of murder?
We're all...
capable of everything.
You know, Tripp's faith in God has always been shaky.
He puts his faith in facts.
He believes in history. He keeps track of everything.
If he did know about the affair,
he would've written about it in his journal.
He keeps it in his desk.
- And you've never looked at it? - No, no, I've always been...
too frightened to find out... how much I've hurt him.
Why is that?
Because...
I love him, too.
Please tell me none of the Darlings called.
Just the lion wrangler.
Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?
No one told you?
Apparently there are gonna be lions at the photo shoot.
But you need to figure out the insurance first.
- Live lions? - I know. Crazy.
So what do you want me to do?
I guess we should get some lion insurance.
- Did Brian Jr.'s mother call back? - No.
And did you solve Juliet's problem with the photo shoot?
- When did all this become our job? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Tell me about it. I'll see you.
Mr. George.
Hey, Maria.
Hola.
Yes.
Okay, so, look, I just took this journal from
Mr. Darling's desk, and you probably saw me.
And I don't want you to think I was doing something that I'm not--
I'm not-- I'm not.
So I need this for, well, it's something to do with the family--
a very high-priority matter.
I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between--
just in between you and me,
for the sake of security, family security.
- 500. - 500 what?
Oh! Yeah, yeah. $500, sure. Here. $500. Here you go.
Uh, hey, tell you what, how about $1,000?
$500 is plenty.
Okay, all right. There you go. Fantastic. Okay? Thank you.
There were quite a few times I walked in
on your father getting away with things.
He put my daughter Alejandra through college
and med school.
You find anything?
Nothing that indicates with absolute certainty
that Tripp knew anything about the affair.
There's lots of stuff in here about poetry and arctic expeditions,
but barely any mention of dad or, for that matter, Letitia.
Not even on the day your dad died?
Yeah, actually, that's the one thing that's kind of odd.
Check it out. Look at this.
What the heck did that say?
I don't know, but why did he cross it out?
Kiki! Hey, kiki!
- How's he doing? - He's all right.
I think he's a little discombobulated.
Did you get ahold of his mom or is he spending the night,
maybe staying forever? Are we gonna adopt him, perhaps?
No, I called her like five times. She never returned.
Then the last time I called,
I got this recording saying the number's out of service.
- Take a look at this. - What is it?
The kids were drawing pictures this afternoon.
He did this one of his mom at this giant waterfall.
He's a better artist than Tripp.
He said this is in Brazil, which is where she's going.
- She's going to Brazil? - Yeah. I thought it was imagination...
Damn it!
Well, do me a favor and imagine that she hasn't already gone to Brazil.
- She's gone. - Who?
- The mother of your son. - What are you talking about?
That address you gave me, I just came from there, Brian.
The landlady said she left last night, sold everything, went to Brazil.
- What are you gonna do about the kid? - What... you know, it's funny, Brian,
I just came here to ask you the same question.
you know, your father was a cash-sucking leech,
but at least he wasn't willfully stupid or self-righteous or
whatever it is that makes you show up here expecting me to be nice to you.
I'm not gonna claim that kid,
even if you leave him on my friggin' doorstep, okay?
Good night. God bless.
Why doesn't daddy live here? It's so much bigger.
Well, that's because he lives near the church where he works.
But today he has to be here to get his picture taken.
Come on.
Daddy doesn't want me, does he?
Hey, Brian, listen,
sometimes daddies get confused. But sometimes when a--
when a daddy gets around his own daddy,
things get less confusing very, very quickly.
Hey, I want to show you something. Come here. Up.
- What is it? - You'll see.
Welcome to the family, kid.
- Nick! - Hey!
Where have you been?
I have been living my life. Where have you been?
You have to tell Freddy he can't be in the picture.
- I'm sorry. I forgot. - Nice.
- Who is this? - Rebecca Colfax, family publicist.
- Who are you? - Nick George, family lawyer.
Well, this photo is probably the most important thing
that's gonna happen in this campaign.
People will be voting for the Darlings
as much as they'll be voting for Patrick.
And Mr. Darling told me you'd be here to set a tone.
Ah.
- So get in there and set it. - Okay.
Brian, this nice, lonely lady is gonna get you some cake. Okay?
Thank you.
Uh, can you get it cake?
Freddy, you're a golfer, so I'm gonna give it to you straight.
- Hit me. - You can't be in the picture.
- Who says, Karen, her mother? - I do.
I'm sorry. It's nothing against you. It's just family politics.
- You're still in love with her. - What?
You. You're still in love with her.
Freddy, it's just a picture in a magazine for women and girls.
- What's the big freakin' deal? - Fine. You know what?
You can keep me out of the picture, Nick. Okay?
But you can't keep me out of the picture. Got it?
Karen is mine.
He's still in love with you.
Hi. Thanks for...
taking care of that.
Not a problem.
Why didn't you cancel this?
Well, I didn't want to ruin it for everyone.
And just because we're taking a picture does not mean that I'm running.
You can't keep pleasing your father forever. Tell him no
and move on.
Still no luck with the briefcase, huh?
I've been kind of busy. I'm just getting around to it.
Yeah, what's going on with the Juliet situation?
- I haven't seen her here yet. - That's fine. I solved that one.
- What does that mean? - You'll see. Bye.
What a circus.
"But yet I know, where'er I go,
that there hath passed away a glory from the earth."
What a glory your uncle Kenneth was, cupcake.
- Who is this girl? - Bring in the lions!
Beautiful. Hold it.
Magnificent.
One minute, dream kids.
Has anyone seen my journal? I've been looking for it all morning.
I can't imagine where I could've set it down. Tish?
No, I haven't seen it, dear.
Have you come across an orange journal during your stay with us?
What, do you think I stole it?
- You're-- you're not my sister. - Duh.
Nick, is this travesty your idea?
- Technically, no, but.. - I asked you to set a tone.
And I'm trying, Tripp. I'm trying.
Excuse me.
What do you think you're doing,
bringing him here where my whole family can see him,
- where my father can see him? - I'm sorry. Is that a problem?
- Hi, daddy. - Shh!
- Who is this unnamed youth? - He's an...
orphan whose parents were killed in a bullet train accident in Sweden.
- Could he have taken my journal? - No, I don't think so. No.
Why would he take your journal, Tripp?
Perhaps he thought it was filled with arcane secrets and treasure maps.
It's that kind of object.
- Does he speak english? - Uh, no. Uh, just swedish.
I was on the Nobel peace prize committee in 1990.
It was a fascinating experience.
- Is he deaf? - Uh...
Was he in the train with his parents when it crashed?
Look, I took it, okay? I took-- I took the journal.
I took it. I'm sorry.
Well, why would you take my journal?
I took it because I wanted to figure out...
What?
Who killed my dad.
And-- and you-- you thought it might be me?
- Is that why you stole my journal? - Well, I thought that...
What possible reason could I have had to do such a thing?
He was my best friend. I don't understand.
You all right?
Don't even pretend to be concerned, Tripp.
Just say what you came to say.
- I'm astounded. - By what?
That someone could be so mistaken.
I know.
I'm sorry.
It's-- it's-- it's not your fault.
I mean, it's not even Nick's, really.
I'm sure... blaming someone must be an attractive notion
in the face of such hideous randomness,
even when it's so obviously groundless.
- I'm sure. - But still...
it's such an extravagant accusation to make...
to think, even.
Yes.
Please...
I know that you miss Dutch as much as I do.
And I know this is a...
terrifically hard time...
but we'll get through it.
We'll get through it together--
you... and me...
and Nick.
Thank you for coming to find me.
I have to rest.
Hey, Brian, would you just wait a minute?
- What are you gonna do, hit me? - Hey, look, I just want to talk.
- I didn't kill your dad. - Look, Brian, it's just--
Look, Brian, just listen to me for a second.
Every minute that I spend working with this family
is another minute that I find out I didn't know my father at all.
- That's not my fault. - And that's not the point.
Don't do that to your son.
Let him get to know you while there's still time.
- I can't! - Yeah, you can.
Go home, tell the truth, figure it out,
for the sake of your only son.
- Don't do that again. - What?
That "only son" thing. It's stupid.
Could you check and see if I have some mail, please? Juliet Darling.
- No problem. - Thank you.
Jeremy!
- Hey. - What are you doing here?
- I was just going to surprise you. - You didn't tell me you were coming.
That's crazy. Um... surprise.
Hi. Silly.
- How was the photo shoot? - It was-- it was a trip.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- Did everybody miss me? - We did.
Um, but you know what?
It was kind of like you were there, like we--
we did, we felt your presence.
- Oh, good. Guess what. - What?
The guest in the penthouse isn't a belgian chef.
It's Natalie Kimpton, and she's been staying there all month.
- Natalie... - Why'd you lie to me?
I didn't want to bum you out.
Don't lie to me, Jeremy, especially about Natalie Kimpton.
She was my best friend in the whole world, and then--
She put out your signature perfume without your name on it.
- Yeah, and-- - She stole your bangs.
- Yeah, and I hate her guts. - That's completely understandable.
Thank you.
Hang on a sec.
Jeremy Darling. Go.
I just took a shower.
I'm hot and very, very very wet.
I'm-- I'm gonna to get back to you on that.
What is that supposed to mean?
Uh, you know, just work on the second verse
and then give me a call when, um, when it's gold.
Okay? Bye.
- Who was that? - Uh, that was Justin.
- Timberlake? - Yeah. He, uh...
you know, sometimes he can't, like, see the--
the forest for the trees, and so I... help him.
Like, he gets all eggy.
Do you promise not to lie to me ever again?
- You got it, sis. - Promise?
Yeah, yeah. I don't know what...
- got into you. - Got into me, yeah.
Okay, here's the deal-- we're gonna tell my wife and kids the truth,
- but not until it's time, okay? - Okay.
So, uh, until then, just, uh...
- act swedish, okay? - Okay.
And, uh...
you know, I'm really, really sorry this is hard.
You know, because if it was up to me, you wouldn't even be here,
but, uh, oh, I mean, you know, that came out wrong.
But, you know, what I mean is, uh...
just, uh, so you scratch my back, I scratch yours. Okay?
Okay.
Hey...
What's your name, swedish name?
- Gustav. - Good boy.
Now you go up there and you go straight to bed, okay?
Okay, daddy.
What is the matter?
I can't concentrate, or stop concentrating.
Oh, I don't know.
I'm sorry.
- What do you want to do, Pat? - About what?
Your dad wants you to run, your mother doesn't.
What do you want to do?
I'm not sure.
If I say something, don't get mad, okay?
Okay.
I think that you should run.
You should embrace what he wants for you and win
and go even further than little Tripp Darling ever dreamed of.
I like the sound of that.
Doing what he wants today is the only way
that you might be able to do what you want tomorrow.
- Hello. - Hi, Nick.
Hey, Karen. What's up?
I just wanted you to know...
I'll always love you, too.
Uh, hey, Karen, listen, I-- Karen.
I know. I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry.
Okay. Good night.
Karen?
- What the hell are these? - Virtual reality goggles.
Oh. You really didn't have to do this.
Well, sure I did. You're trapped in here all day with your momster.
You sounded so down when you called.
Thanks.
So what do you, um, what do you do with them?
Well, you put them on.
Okay.
And, um, I have to plug 'em in, but...
when the time is right, you look where you want to go,
and then you blink.
Like...
this?
So I got, uh, three games.
I got, um, "Clown fight," "Cosmic pirates" and "last...
tango in Tanya."
You want to do it?
"Cosmic pirates"?
No. "Last tango in Tanya."
No. No, I gotta-- I gotta go.
I just wanted to give you your good-bye present.
Jeremy.
I want you.
If Juliet found out...
she won't find out.
I promise.
Okay.
Sorry I'm late... again.
It's okay.
Every young american child has the right to a great education,
to not only fulfill the dreams of their parents,
but most importantly, their own dreams.
So it is with great pride and respect
that I announce my candidacy for the United States senate
representing the great state--
the empire state...
- Congratulations. - New York state.
Thank you. It's what he wants.
I wasn't sure you'd show up.
Yeah, well...
- I wasn't sure I wanted you to. - I understand.
Thank you.
I don't have any secrets, Nick, not there...
not anywhere.
- You brought his briefcase. - Yeah, I did.
I still haven't been able to figure out the combination.
Why don't you try 7-1-2?
What's that?
Tish's birthday.
Give it a shot.
So you knew about the affair?
Of course.
Simon Elder-- the billionaire.
There's all this information in here on Simon Elder.
- Information about what? - Immigration papers...
patent records... criminal files.
Huh? Well...
If I were trying to fige out who had killed my father,
that's the guy I'd start with.
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