NICK; 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 heIp, Nicky. You're the guy.
NICK; Letitia, the sophisticated socialite.
Patrick, the principled politician.
No, I'm not gonna go into a hoteI and give a tranny hooker a check!
NICK; Karen, the professional divorc¨¦e.
She's stiII in Iove with you, huh?
NICK; Brian, the man of God.
BRIAN: I know he's mine, but I can't just bring him home to my wife and kids!
NICK; And Jeremy and Juliet, the well-behaved twins.
BOTH: Yeah.
NICK; I said I'd never work for them, but I will for now,
'cause I think one of them may have murdered my dad.
Money
Money makes the world go round
Money
Money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right
If you want paper
If you want gold and silver
Learn now not later
People pay for what's familiar
No need to know yourself too well
You can trade in that saga you tell
For the song you know will sell
Here you go, sir.
Hey, Lisa, have you seen my bIue suit?
LISA: Oh, I forgot to pick it up from the cIeaners! Sorry, honey.
Take off your sweater
Maria. Maria. Do we have wiId saImon?
-Yes. -Poached.
Soup@on of hoIIandaise on the side. Steamed broccoIi.
But not aI dente. He's been making it nearIy raw,
teII him to cross-cut the stem.
I don't know why he doesn't know how to do that.
(EX CLAIMS )
Damn it!
It was hot.
Money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right
You forfeit your style without a fight
Who will be your beacon
You know, I can't find anything today. My waIIet, my keys.
A casuaI observer might assume you don't reaIIy want to go to work.
-There you go. -ReaIIy?
You don't have to do this.
-You know that, right? -What?
Your dad wasted his Iife babysitting the DarIings.
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 heIp a Iot of peopIe with a Iot of money.
And I'm aIso trying to find out what happened to my dad.
-You reaIIy think someone kiIIed him? -I think it seems highIy possibIe, yeah.
Is that why you took this job? Do you feeI Iike
you have some score to settIe 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... I want to find out the truth. Okay?
-Okay. -AII right.
Has that airpIane mechanic guy ever caIIed you back?
Norman ExIey? No. I've caIIed him, Iike, ten times. Where are my keys?
-Here. -Oh, thank you.
And I wouId get your dad's briefcase if I knew where you put it.
-Do you know where it is? -I Ieft it with Daisy.
She's figuring out the combination for me.
I'm hoping there are some answers in there.
-Mmm. -What?
There. Now you're perfect.
-WeII, I may Iook perfect, but... -Just Iike the DarIings.
Love you.
Can Freddy be in the picture? PIease?
No.
This photo shoot, for better or worse,
is going to Iaunch your brother's Senate campaign.
I'm not going to Iet you cheapen it by incIuding your fourth husband.
But Mom, his heart is set on this.
My heart was set on your brother Ieaving poIitics aItogether
and pursuing a Iife of emotionaI integrity,
but that's not happening either.
The answer is no.
Patrick's romantic habits are a Iot more embarrassing than mine.
I don't see why you can't be on my side every once in a whiIe.
You've aIways been stronger than your oIder brother, Karen, and you know it.
Don't be disingenuous.
It's not becoming.
-Mrs. DarIing? -Yes, EIizabeth?
The caterers have arrived to discuss the Iunch for the photo shoot tomorrow.
-They're waiting in the kitchen. -I'II be right up.
Patrick needs me more than you do. He aIways has.
I'm not running for Senate. I've decided.
I'm teIIing my father today.
-And when wiII you teII your wife? -About the Senate?
No, about us.
Soon.
I promise.
ReaI soon.
JULIET: I don't beIieve you.
JEREMY: I'm just asking my sister to come home.
I don't want to.
I'm through with Daddy paying for everything
and secretIy arranging my Iife behind my back.
It makes me feeI Iike... WeII, Iike, this big.
Like I'm Iiving on a train set.
That sounds kind of cooI, actuaIIy.
No! I want to be normaI-sized and independent.
WeII, then, can you at Ieast get a hoteI room
that isn't the size of a frigging postage stamp?
I tried to get the penthouse suite, but it was taken.
-Bummer. -Yeah.
-Who's the mutt? -This is BingIes.
I found him the day I Ieft home.
-He is my totem. -Are you aIIowed to have dogs here?
No, but if I were in the penthouse, they'd be making exceptions.
WouId you pIease be so kind as to investigate who's staying in there?
-I'd be so gratefuI. -I'm on it.
Thank you.
-To independence. -To independence.
You're going back to your mother today and that's finaI.
-I want to Iive with you, Daddy. -WeII, you can't.
And stop caIIing me Daddy.
I Iied to my wife and daughters Iast night. I toId...
CAB DRIVER: Hey! Oh, I'm sorry, Father.
I Iied to my wife and daughters Iast night and toId them that you were
an orphan whose parents were kiIIed in a buIIet train accident in Sweden.
-What's a buIIet train? -It's none of your business.
The point is, do you know what my wife wouId do
if she found out that you taIk EngIish? Or that you're mine?
-Mommy is not gonna take me back. -She'II take you back.
She'II take you back if I have to shoot you at her with a cannon.
Sorry I'm Iate. Train got hung up at Union Square.
Whoa. You have a date with me and you take the subway?
UsuaIIy runs on time. Trust me, it won't be a probIem again.
-Let me set you up with a car. -No, subway's fine. Thanks.
-2 4l7. -I'm good.
-AII right. -What can I do for you, Tripp?
WeII, we have this photo shoot happening here tomorrow.
We're re-branding the famiIy as ''fresh.''
''Hip.''
For Patrick's campaign. It's idiocy.
And since everyone Iives here except Brian,
they figured it'd be a good idea to have it in the Iiving room.
-So what wouId you Iike me to do? -Just hang around.
Set a tone. Make sure everybody gets there.
-Sounds simpIe enough. -Yeah, yeah.
It's a piece of cake. Here.
What's this?
WeII, I used to give some cash to your dad
-at the beginning of every work week. -For?
WeII, things come up. Trust me.
WeII, I thought you said you couId open it up.
I'm a paraIegaI, Nick, not a code breaker.
Any caIIs?
JuIiet caIIed. She doesn't want to do the photo shoot tomorrow.
Here. What? Why?
She says she's a free radicaI now and you, of aII peopIe, wouId understand.
-What eIse? -Jeremy caIIed.
He wants you to copyright some song
he wrote with Justin TimberIake Iast night.
-He Ieft it on your answering machine. -Great.
Brian hasn't caIIed to yeII at me? That's surprising.
ActuaIIy, he did stop by.
This is your mother's phone number and address, right?
Mmm-hmm.
Okay. I'm gonna get in touch with your mom. Everything's gonna be okay.
-AII right? -Okay.
(INTERCOM BEEPING )
DAIS Y; Call for you. It's Norman Exley.
Put him through.
HeIIo?
NORMAN; Hi, this is Norman Exley. I hear you've been looking for me.
Look, I know Brian DarIing paid you $ 1 00,000
for something, Mr. ExIey. I have the canceIed checks.
You sure got aII your IittIe ducks in a row there, don't you, Chief?
Yeah, I do. What was the money for?
WeII, I did a Iot of work on your dad's pIane over the years.
Sometimes he'd show up earIy when I'd stiII be spot-checking the engine,
-and I'd, you know, overhear things. -Yeah. What kind of things?
Come on, Mr. ExIey. You can teII me
or Iater on you're going to be taIking to the poIice.
Okay. One time I heard your dad taIking to Reverend DarIing
about his IittIe secret Iove baby.
So, I gave the Reverend, you know, a caII.
We came to an understanding.
So you bIackmaiIed Brian DarIing about his iIIegitimate son?
Yes, sir. I'm not proud...
Brian DarIing never paid you to sabotage my father's pIane?
No, sir. Not in any way, shape, or form.
Thank you for your honesty, Mr. ExIey.
-Mr. George? -Yeah.
A Iot of times when your dad took the pIane, he brought aIong his Iady-friend.
-Letitia DarIing? -Yes, sir.
I know I'm taIking out of schooI here but...
If I was Tripp DarIing, I sure wouId have found that troubIesome.
ReaI troubIesome.
-Good morning, CIark. -Oh, good morning, Mr. DarIing.
Enjoying that book?
It's great. Thanks for giving it to me. I'm not sure I understand it...
Oh, now don't take it too seriousIy. 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 stretches out in front of him...
Thalatta! Thalatta! The sea! The sea! Stunning.
Tish went out this morning?
Yes, sir. I took her to Forest Lawn Cemetery.
Keep it even.
Hey, couId you maybe teII me who's staying here?
Jeremy DarIing? What the heII are you doing here?
NataIie Kimpton! Jeez...
You Iook amazing.
-You Iook... I got... I gotta go. -No. No. No. Stay!
God, I haven't seen you since your sister freaked out on me.
I know, it's been, Iike, a year.
What a crap bIizzard that was. Sit! How did you get up here?
I thought this penthouse was maximum privacy.
WeII, I toId the eIevator girI that she couId sing back-up with me
on this project I'm doing with Justin TimberIake.
-Oh, you're writing songs now? -Yeah, you know, whatever, I get by.
-NataIie! -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 Iike a sIave.
And her face, her face Iooks Iike a grape smushed on the sidewaIk.
-It's so bad. -NataIie, come here!
CarIos, Mommy wants something! God!
-That sucks. I gotta go. -No! No, no, no! Stay!
Stay! Stay! Stay! Come here. PIease.
It'II be just Iike oId times, you know? Remember St. Barts...
-You remember St. Barts? -Okay, just...
I don't want to run for Senate.
-I want to get out of poIitics. -Okay.
What about the photo shoot?
I aIready had my office caII and canceI.
Because I'm not running, so what's the point, right? I mean, I'm not.
-The famiIy's had... -I'm not the famiIy, Dad.
-I'm me. -Yeah, you're you. You.
And you couId be president of the United States.
I don't want to be president! I Iet you push me into Iaw schooI,
then the Attorney GeneraI's office.
I won't Iet it happen again. I can't be any more cIear.
Can't you?
If you're worried about some things coming to Iight in the eIection,
we can handIe that. Together.
You know, these things have a way of coming to the surface anyway.
They're Iike spIinters. They want out.
That's not why I don't want to run.
Come here. Come here. Come.
Contrary to popuIar beIief,
history is not made by great men.
It takes more than one man to change the worId.
It takes more than one generation. It takes a famiIy.
Dad, I don't wanna make history.
I just want to Iive my Iife, okay?
Patty, you're the eIdest son. You're the onIy one
who can carry on our name in pubIic service.
You're the scion of the DarIing famiIy tree.
PIease.
Make me proud. Make yourseIf proud.
-We're home! -Hey.
Hi. You must be Brian Junior.
-I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you, too.
Our daughter, Kiki, is in the Iiving room watching a movie.
-Do you wanna join her? -Okay.
-She's right around the corner. -AII right.
-You're kidding me, right? -What?
Look, Lisa, I toId you that Daisy aIready watched him for two hours at the office.
I'm fine watching him. What I'm not fine with is that
the DarIings think this is part of your job.
-No. You and me both... -You're a Iawyer! Hey.
-I know! -You aIways said
your dad sacrificed his famiIy
to take care of every crazy thing the DarIings wanted.
And now here you are,
you're bringing home this kid. You're babysitting!
-Look... Lisa, I know this sounds crazy. -You know that, right?
But right now this is the best way for me to get to the bottom of things, okay?
I need to do my job.
(PHONE RINGING )
-That's Karen. -Of course.
Take it. She probabIy wants you to wash her pet tiger
or insure her soIid-goId toiIet or something very reasonabIe Iike that.
It couId be important.
Hey, I said take it. TeII her ''hi.''
Hey, Karen, what's up?
(WHISPERING ) Nick. Hi. It's me. Can you hear me?
No, not reaIIy.
(WHISPERING ) I need you to do me a favor.
What?
-I need you to do me a favor! -FREDD Y: What's up, baby?
-Nothing, nothing. I Iove you! -FREDD Y: Yeah, I Iove you, too.
I need you to teII Freddy he can't be in the picture tomorrow.
Mommy says no
and I just don't have the heart to teII him.
Do you think you can handle that?
Look, Karen. It isn't reaIIy my job to teII your fianc¨¦
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'II 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.
-Like taIk to Letitia? -Yeah.
LE TITIA; I won't let you do it.
I won't Iet you push that boy into the Senate
for the sake of your aImighty famiIy name.
You've pushed him his whoIe Iife
to try to make up for what happened to your brother, Kenneth.
-It's not right. -It is what's best for him.
You know he has issues
-that wiII come out... -Issues?
Our married son has affairs with transsexuaIs,
and you stand there caIIing them ''issues''?
Don't Iecture me in that tone.
Can't someone in this famiIy, besides me, Iive in the Iight
of the simpIe 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 famiIy
who knew the difference between power and Iove.
In this famiIy?
You know what I mean.
Oh, God.
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 nobody. It's...
-Some chef. -A chef?
What kind of chef stays at the penthouse at the ArgyIe HoteI?
It's some dude from BeIgium. He's here to cook for the United Nations.
What?
God, this pIace is reaIIy changing.
-See you tomorrow at the shoot? -Oh, no, you won't.
-Why not? -Because I won't be appearing
-with the famiIy anymore. -Ah, come on, JuIes.
There's gonna be Iions. Live Iions.
-Come on. -I don't care.
-Thank you. -MASSEUR: Okay.
I'm on my own now.
Are you paying for this pIace out of your own pocket?
-What do you mean? -I mean, this isn't independence.
-Okay? Dad's paying for it. -What's your probIem?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look. You shouId... You shouId...
You shouId come tomorrow and you shouId be in the picture.
And then you shouId come home.
(SIGHS )
We shouId both get the heII out of here.
Later.
LE TITIA; Have you always known about the affair?
No, actuaIIy, I just found out a few days ago.
The two of you were reaI good at maintaining appearances.
WeII, it started as a necessity and then became a IifestyIe.
Who toId you?
-Karen? -Yeah.
-Does Tripp know? -Why?
The poIice think that my father's pIane may have been tampered with.
-Are you serious? -Yeah.
It's not cIear at aII.
I mean, we'II know more once the NTSB reports comes 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 Iove.
So...
-How couId Tripp not have known? -I know! I've thought the same thing.
But, Nick, for the past forty years, I've read
every Iook on his face Iike it was code,
wondering if he was gonna come down to bed and ask me or teII me
he knew or... He never did.
Do you think he's capabIe of murder?
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
We're aII capabIe of everything.
You know, Tripp's faith in God has aIways been shaky.
He puts his faith in facts. He...
He beIieves in history, keeps track of everything.
If he did know about the affair,
he wouId have written about it in his journaI.
He keeps it in his desk.
-And you've never Iooked at it? -No, no.
I've aIways been too frightened to find out how much I've hurt him.
Why is that?
Because...
I Iove him, too.
PIease teII me none of the DarIings caIIed.
Just the Iion wrangIer.
Am I supposed to know what you're taIking about?
No one toId you?
ApparentIy, there are gonna be Iions 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 shouId get some Iion insurance.
Did Brian Junior's mother ever caII back?
-No. -And did you solve Juliet's problem
-with the photo shoot? -When did aII this become our job?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. TeII me about it. I'II see you.
Mr. George?
Hey, Maria.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Yes?
Okay, so Iook, I just took this journaI from Mr. DarIing's desk
and you probabIy 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...
It's something to do with the famiIy. Very high-priority matter.
I'd appreciate it if we couId keep this between, just in between, you and me,
for the sake of security, famiIy security.
-Five hundred. -Five hundred what?
Oh! Yeah! Yeah! Five hundred. Sure. Here.
Five hundred. Here you go.
Hey, teII you what, how about a thousand?
Five hundred is pIenty.
Okay. AII right. Here you go. Fantastic. Okay. Thank you.
There were quite a few times I waIked in on your father
getting away with things.
He put my daughter AIejandra through coIIege. Med schooI.
You find anything?
Nothing that indicates with absoIute certainty
that Tripp knew anything about the affair.
There's Iots of stuff in here about poetry and Arctic expeditions,
but bareIy any mention of Dad or, for that matter, Letitia.
Not even on the day your dad died?
Yeah, actuaIIy, 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.
NICK: But why did he cross it out?
Kiki! Hey, Kiki!
-How's he doing? -He's aII right.
I think he's a IittIe discombobuIated.
Did you get a hoId of his mom or is he spending the night,
maybe staying forever? Are we gonna adopt him perhaps?
No, I caIIed her, Iike, five times.
She never returned. And the Iast time I caIIed,
I got this recording saying the number's out of service.
-Take a Iook at this. -What is it?
The kids were drawing pictures this afternoon.
He did this one of his mom at this giant waterfaII.
WeII, he's a better artist than Tripp.
He said this is in BraziI, which is where she's going.
She's going to BraziI?
-Yeah, I thought it was imagination. -Great.
You know? I mean...
WeII, do me a favor and imagine that she hasn't aIready gone to BraziI.
-NICK: She's gone. -Who?
-The mother of your son. -What are you taIking about?
That address you gave me? I just came from there, Brian.
The IandIady said she Ieft Iast night, soId everything, went to BraziI.
What are you gonna do about the kid?
You know, it's funny, Brian, I just came here to ask you the same question!
You know, your father was a cash-sucking Ieech.
But at Ieast he wasn't wiIIfuIIy stupid,
or seIf-righteous, or whatever it is that makes you show up here
expecting me to be nice to you. I'm not gonna cIaim that kid, Nick.
Even if you Ieave him on my frigging doorstep, okay?
Good night, God bIess.
Why doesn't Daddy Iive here? It's so much bigger.
WeII, that's because he Iives 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, Iisten.
Sometimes daddies get confused.
But sometimes, when a daddy gets around his own daddy,
things get Iess confusing very, very quickIy.
Hey, I want to show you something. Come here. Up.
-What is it? -You'II see.
WeIcome to the famiIy, kid.
-KAREN: Nick! -Hey.
-Where have you been? -Where have you been?
I've been Iiving my Iife. Where have you been?
You have to teII Freddy he can't be in the picture.
-I'm sorry, I forgot. -Nice.
-Who is this? -Rebecca CoIfax, famiIy pubIicist.
-Who are you? -Nick George, famiIy Iawyer.
Oh. WeII, this photo is probabIy the most important thing
that's gonna happen in this campaign.
PeopIe wiII be voting for the DarIings as much as they'II be voting for Patrick.
And Mr. DarIing toId me you'd be here to set a tone.
-So get in there and set it. -Okay.
Hey, Brian. This nice IoneIy Iady is gonna get you some cake, okay?
-Thank you! -Can you get it cake?
Freddy, you're a goIfer, 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 famiIy poIitics.
-You're stiII in Iove with her. -What?
You. You're stiII in Iove with her.
Freddy, it's just a picture in a magazine
for women and girIs, what's the big freaking deaI?
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 stiII in Iove with you.
Hi. Thanks for taking care of that.
Not a probIem.
Why didn't you canceI this?
WeII, 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 pIeasing your father forever.
TeII him no and move on.
-CompIeteIy... -StiII no Iuck with the briefcase, huh?
I've been kind of busy. I'm just getting around to it.
Yeah? And what's going on with
the JuIiet situation? I haven't seen her here yet.
Oh, that's fine. I soIved that one.
-What does that mean? -You'II see. Bye!
What a circus.
''But yet I know, where'er I go
''That there hath passed away a gIory from the earth''
(SIGHS )
What a gIory your UncIe Kenneth was, cupcake.
-Who is this girI? -PHOTOGRAPHER: Bring in the Iions!
BeautifuI! HoId it.
-Magnificent. -REBECCA: One minute, dream-kids!
Has anyone seen my journaI?
I've been Iooking for it aII morning.
I can't imagine where I couId have set it down. Tish?
No. I haven't seen it, dear.
Have you come across an orange journaI during your stay with us?
What? Do you think I stoIe it?
-You're... You're not my sister. -Duh!
-Nick, is this travesty your idea? -TechnicaIIy, no, but I did...
-I asked you to set a tone. -And I'm trying, Tripp, I'm trying. It...
Excuse me.
What do you think you're doing bringing him here
where my whoIe famiIy can see him,
-where my father can see him? -I'm sorry. Is that a probIem?
-Hi, Daddy. -Shh!
Who is this unnamed youth?
He's an orphan whose parents were kiIIed
in a buIIet train accident in Sweden.
-CouId he have taken my journaI? -Oh, no. I don't think so. No.
Why wouId he take your journaI, Tripp?
Perhaps he thought it was fiIIed with arcane secrets and treasure maps.
It's that kind of object. Does he speak EngIish?
No. Just Swedish.
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
I was on the NobeI Peace Prize Committee in 1 990.
It was a fascinating experience.
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
Is he deaf?
Was he in the train with his parents when it crashed?
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
Look, I took it! Okay? I took... I took the journaI. I took it. I'm sorry.
-I took it. I'm sorry. -Why wouId you take my journaI?
I took it because I wanted to figure out...
What?
Who kiIIed my dad.
And you... You thought it might be me? Is that why you stoIe my journaI?
WeII, I thought that...
What possibIe reason couId I have had to do such a thing?
He was my best friend. I don't understand.
You aII right?
Don't even pretend to be concerned, Tripp. Just say what you came to say.
-I'm astounded. -By what?
That someone couId be so mistaken.
I know. I'm sorry.
It's not your fauIt. I mean, it's not even Nick's, reaIIy.
I'm sure
bIaming someone must be an attractive notion in the face of such
hideous randomness,
even when it's so obviousIy groundIess.
-I'm sure. -But stiII,
it's such an extravagant accusation to make.
To think even.
Yes.
PIease.
I know that you miss Dutch as much as I do.
And I know this is a terrificaIIy hard time.
But we'II
get through it.
We'II get through it together.
You and me and Nick.
Thank you for coming to find me.
I have to rest.
NICK: Brian, wouId you just wait a minute?
What are you gonna do? Hit me?
-Hey, Iook. I just want to taIk. -I didn't kiII your dad.
Look. Brian, it's just...
Look, Brian, just Iisten to me for a second.
Every minute that I spend working with this famiIy is another minute
that I find out I didn't know my father at aII.
-That's not my fauIt. -And that's not the point.
Don't do that to your son.
Let him get to know you whiIe there's stiII time.
-I can't. -Yeah, you can.
Go home, teII the truth, figure it out.
For the sake of your onIy son.
-Don't do that again. -What?
That ''onIy son'' thing, it's stupid.
CouId you check and see if I have some maiI, pIease?
-JuIiet DarIing. -No probIem.
Thank you. Jeremy?
Hey!
-What are you doing here? -I was just going to surprise you.
-You didn't teII me you were coming. -That's crazy.
Uh...
-Surprise. -Hi. SiIIy.
-How was the photo shoot? -It was... It was... It was a trip.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
-Did everybody miss me? -We did.
But you know, it was kind of Iike you were there. Like, we...
We did. We feIt your presence.
Oh. Good.
-Guess what? -What?
The guest in the penthouse isn't a BeIgian chef,
is NataIie Kimpton. And she's been staying there aII month.
NataIie...
-Why'd you Iie to me? -I didn't want to bum you out.
Don't Iie to me, Jeremy. EspeciaIIy about NataIie Kimpton.
She was my best friend in the whoIe worId. And then...
She put out your signature perfume without your name on it?
-Yeah. And... -She stoIe your bangs.
-Like, yeah. And I hate her guts. -That's compIeteIy understandabIe.
(CELL PHONE RINGING )
-Thank you. -Hang on a second.
Jeremy DarIing. Go.
NA TALIE; I just took a shower.
I'm hot and I'm very, very, very wet.
I'm... I'm gonna...
I'm gonna have to get back to you on that.
What is that supposed to mean?
You know, just work on the second verse and then give me a caII when...
When it's goId, okay? Bye.
-Who was that? -That was Justin.
-TimberIake? -Yeah. He...
You know, sometimes he can't, Iike, see the forest for the trees.
And so I heIp him. Like, he gets aII eggy.
Do you promise not to Iie to me ever again?
-You got it, sis. Yeah. -Promise?
Yeah. I don't know what...
-Got into you. -...got into me. Yeah.
BRIAN: Okay, here's the deaI.
We're gonna teII my wife and kids the truth, but not untiI it's time, okay?
-Okay. -So, untiI then, just...
-Act Swedish, okay? -Okay.
And...
You know, I'm reaIIy, reaIIy sorry. This is hard.
You know, if this was up to me, you wouIdn't even be here.
But... No, I mean, you know, that came out wrong,
but you know, what I mean is...
Just... You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
-Okay? -Okay.
Hey. What's your name?
-Swedish name? -Gustav.
Good boy. AII right, 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.
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 shouId run.
You shouId embrace what he wants for you, and win.
Go even further than IittIe Tripp DarIing ever dreamed of.
I Iike the sound of that.
And doing what he wants today is the onIy way
that you might be abIe to do what you want tomorrow.
(CELL PHONE RINGING )
-HeIIo? -Hi, Nick.
Hey, Karen, what's up?
KAREN; I just wanted you to know
-I'II aIways Iove you, too. -Hey, Karen, Iisten, I...
-Karen? -I know.
I shouIdn't have said it, I'm sorry.
Okay, good night.
Karen?
-NATALIE: What the heII are these? -VirtuaI-reaIity goggIes.
-You reaIIy didn't have to do this. -Oh, sure I did.
I mean, you're trapped in here aII day with your momster.
You sounded so down when you caIIed.
Thanks.
So, what do you...
-What do you do with them? I mean... -WeII, you put them on.
-Okay. -And I have to pIug them in,
but when the time is right, you Iook where you want to go,
and then you bIink.
Like...
This?
So, I got three games.
I got CIown Fight, Cosmic Pirates, and Last Tango In Tanya.
-You wanna do it? -Cosmic Pirates?
No! Last Tango In Tanya.
No, no, I gotta... I gotta go.
I just wanted to give you your goodbye present.
Jeremy.
I want you.
If JuIiet found out...
She won't find out.
Promise.
Okay.
PA TRICK ON TV; Social security, national security.
Sorry I'm Iate,
-again. -No one issue is
-singularly more important... -It's okay.
...than that of education.
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...
-CongratuIations. -...New York State.
Thank you. It's what he wants.
I wasn't sure you'd show up.
Yeah, weII...
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 stiII haven't been abIe 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.
NICK: Simon EIder.
The biIIionaire. There's aII this information in here on Simon EIder.
Information about what?
Immigration papers, patent records, criminaI fiIes...
WeII, if I were trying to figure out
who had kiIIed my father, that's the guy I'd start with.