How was the trip over? Choppy seas?
No, it was gorgeous.
This island is the prettiest place I've ever been.
Mmm.
I remember thinking that too, the first time I saw this island.
Your house is like an art museum.
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?
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.
You work where?
Uh, I tutor full-time at Kaplan.
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.
- Where's home? - Buffalo.
Oof!
Just say "upstate," honey.
I'm from an armpit called Fresno, but I tell everyone Bay Area.
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.
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.
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.
Okay.
Come with me.
This is Barnaby.
We found him half-drowned in the surf.
Hi, Barnaby.
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.
What do you say?
Did you hear me, Simone?
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?
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? - 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 fuck?
You can't leave me with him without an explanation.
- So you schlepped him to a remote island? - What else was I supposed to do?
Also, you look very hot, by the way.
Um…
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. - Front door open.
What's going on? Who are these people?
- Um… - Oh my God.
It's you.
Is it?
- It is. - What?
It's really you.
I knew it.
I felt you coming.
- Hi. - Hi.
You remember me?
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.
- Can you take… - You are more beautiful than ever.
Oh.
We like to fuck, you and me.
- Oh my God. Dad! Dad! - Oh my God.
- Hey, Bruce. - Hey, Dad. Dad.
- No, Dad… - Can you fuck!
- This is Simone's boss, Dad. - She can fuck.
- You're confused. - The hell I am.
You don't know this woman. This is a stranger.
- This guy, purple shirt, he's very rich. - Oh.
- I came in a jet. - Uh-huh.
He's going to marry our daughter.
- Well… - Simone.
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. - Okay.
Um…
Simone DeWitt, will you marry me?
My dad just said, "Kiki fucks." I… I can't… I can't do this.
- No. No, not like this. I can't. I can't. - Wait. Simone, wait! Wait!
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.
Bye, Bruce.
Front door open.
- Mmm… - Okay.
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?
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.
- Oh, okay. - I'll go.
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.
What's the ping-ping-pinging?
Nothing. Just staff stuff.
Oh, come on. I want to hear the kitchen gossip too.
Um…
Well,
apparently, Mrs. Kell's assistant just got proposed to.
- Simone? - Yeah.
Mr. Corbin from next door.
Five-carat cushion-cut ring.
- 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?
Oh shit.
I burned the onions. Ow!
Goddamn it.
- Hey. - Bride-to-be.
Congratulations.
Yeah. Hey… hey, yeah, we heard the news.
- Wow, that's neat. - Hmm.
Oh no.
What's wrong?
Uh…
Those don't look like tears of joy.
Yeah, it… it was a horror show.
Why? Because… you said no?
Sorry. Um…
Yeah, I… I really need to be alone right now, Peter. So…
Wait. Simone.
I feel like the biggest asshole 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.
- 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.
Son of a bitch.
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 fuck show, man.
This job is a fuck show.
A fuck show, my…
Did you hear that? A fuck show.
My Bell's palsy is back.
Come on. We're clear.
Every summer. This happens every summer. Fucking stress.
All right, uh, everyone buckled?
Just don't scratch the leather, all right?
This is a woman's car.
Simone?
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 shoot.
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.
Well, then he'll have to wait.
Kiki.
- Hi. - Oh, honey.
- Can I talk to you? - 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.
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."
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.
- I'm… I'm so lucky to have you in my life. - Oh.
No.
I'm the lucky one.
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.
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?
And the sex with this woman, Pete. Mmm!
- Jesus. - Best of my life.
Come on, man.
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.
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.
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 fuckboy?
- What'd you just call me, bitch? - Morgan, be polite to the nurse.
I'm not a fucking nurse. I manage a Falafel Balls with a 4.6 on Yelp.
I'm a Naval captain with a USCG Master License, the highest.
Gentlemen.
Let's concentrate on Peter's delicious clam chowder, shall we?
Why is there a horse in here?
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…
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.
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. - Yeah.
- Good luck. - Vaya con Dios.
- You got it. - All right, thank you.
Hey, beauty.
Hi, Bruce.
- How are you doing? - Better now that you're here.
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. - Oh.
- Jim Kelly's gonna be here. - I'm sorry, what?
- Jim Kelly? - The Jim Kelly?
- Who's Jim Kelly? - Oh my God.
He's the greatest quarterback in Bills history.
Took us to the Super Bowl four times, son.
Ever hear of the K-Gun offense?
Jim Kelly comes to your gala?
He's got a place on Martha's Vineyard.
He pops over once a year. One year he brought Doug Flutie.
I can't breathe. You know how I feel about Dougie.
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.
Wonderful.
Patrice, do let catering know ASAP.
Yes, Mrs. Kell. I will.
Is that bread?
Mm-mm.
Yeah.
Hi, Dad.
Hello?
Go! Bread!
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?
I'm gonna go check on the gala crew at the bar
and make sure we're buttoned up for tomorrow, okay?
- Bye, Jose. - Buenas noches.
- Thank you, Jose. - Of course.
Bruce,
would you care to retire to my office with me
and drink some scotch and talk about old guy shit?
Pope wear a funny hat?
Right this way.
Not too much scotch.
- Don't forget your bag. - 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?
I have no idea.
Damn, how long does it take to dump somebody?
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.
Does it… Does it mean nothing to you that I… that I flew your dad in?
It…
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.
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…
…a decade.
Not since we faced each other in court,
and he lost custody of me due to criminal negligence and child abuse.
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."
Wow.
You think my boss is getting dumped up there?
- 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 fucked that married professor.
Ruined that guy's life too.
Oh, yeah.
That wasn't her best moment.
- 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 fuck out of here, man.
Yeah.
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…
Okay, we…
…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?
What about you, Devon?
- What are you like at home? - She's dope.
- I'm deeply, deeply depressed. - 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 shit happened.
- What shit? - 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.
Have you given any more thought to sailing down to Palm Beach with me?
Wha…
Unbelievable. Fuck!
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.
God.
Uh, Zeus, lights.
- Oh my God! - 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 shoot.
- Oh, she's slammed. Here, I can… - No, I'll wait.
- Okay. - She needs to see them.
Can you remind her I'm here?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay, so…
What's the plan?
What's the plan for what plan?
I need you to get Bruce out of here.
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, fuck him.
Fuck 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 killed herself.
He's the reason that…
He's the reason that I tried to kill myself.
And he'll be the reason that you kill yourself.
And with all this destructive shit that you do, Devon,
it seems like you want him to.
You know what you sound like? A crazy bitch 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.
- 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 fucking luck.
Don't follow me.
Pretty sweet up here.
Bird's-eye view for the king.
Thanks.
So, did…
…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.
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 shit.
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.
Yeah.
Rory and Sarah for me.
And their mother, Andrea.
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.
Go away!
- She said go away! She means you! - No, she's talking about you, Popeye.
- Hey, you need help getting up? - 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?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- What is wrong with you guys? - 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?
What happened?
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.
I'm gonna get a paper bag and do the breathing thing.
- Um… - I need my medicine. Where's Devon?
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 fucking touch me!
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.
Hey. Hey.
- Do you remember me? - Mmm.
- Hi. - Hi. Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
- I know you. - Yes.
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.
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 fucked 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 fucking Falafel Ball shift.
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.
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 fucked 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.
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.
Everything is okay, Bruce.
Just relax. We're getting in touch with Devon.
- Hey, beautiful. - Yeah?
You want to get out of here? This house is weird.
I know.
- I'm just not quite ready to leave. - 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.
Mmm, listen. Listen.
Listen to the waves.
We were so good together. Why did you leave?
I'm here now.
Huh?
Am I lost, or is this real?
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.
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.
I hear,
I think.
You tried to kill Simone.
I couldn't understand that.
That is very hard to understand.
I tried so hard for so long to get pregnant.
- You did? - 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?
Mmm.
- Mm. - My legs.
Why don't we sit down again?
- Mmm. - Come on.
Come on, sit over here.
Maybe I'll close my eyes for a bit.
That's a good idea.
Ah, here you go.
Hey.
There you go, buddy.
Rest now.
Mmm.
Devon!
Go away, monster!
Ethan?
Ethan, what are you doing out here?
Me, I'm teleport…
I'm teleporting to my boat to come get me.
- 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?
You're a shell of a person.
I see it now.
Little beady eyes over there.
Destroying me.
You stay away from me.
There you go.
Nice job in there.
I didn't know what to do.
Yeah, what a day. Can't believe we have the gala tomorrow.
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.
Uh…
When I said I was in Japan,
I was actually at my grandson's christening.
Rory was there, of course, and Sarah too.
I was with my kids.
I know.
Simone told you?
No, why would Simone know?
Oh, I don't know.
Um…
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.
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.
- Can I tell you something cool? - Hmm.
When Rory saw me, he started to cry.
- He did? - Yeah.
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.
I'm so relieved because I thought you were having an affair.
We've been through a lot, you and me.
I love you, Mrs. Kell.
I love you too.
Stop following me!
Ethan, get away from the cliff.
Help! Somebody help me!
I'm trying to help you.
Oh God.
You did this to me.
You!
- You did this! - Ethan?
- Help! - What is it?
Help! Ethan fell off the cliff the whole way down.
Oh my God.
Call 911. Meet the ambulance out front.
Hi. I need an ambulance at 4 Sconset Point.
A man fell from the bluff. I…
I don't know.
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.
When did you take this?
Today.
I was shooting Kewes Point for your feature.
I'm sure the magazine would want to buy it.
You'll get your money.
Please leave.