Mr. Judge?
Mr. Judge, I'm here!
Mr. Judge?
So what are your thoughts
about the open border issue?
- What's the solution? Lock 'em all up.
If Sleepy Joe isn't gonna do anything about it,
I, quite frankly, think Americans should feel
the freedom to take matters into their own hands.
Mr. Judge?
Mm-hmm.
Yes.
Is there nothing you can do?
I see.
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
I'm with Claire and the kids.
- That was Mallory. - And?
And apparently there's some protesters
blocking the entrance.
A small to-do, he says.
Maybe we should pull over, Dad, wait until they've cleared out?
Nonsense. Oliver.
I'm not running from a group of hippies.
We're gonna walk in there as planned
with our heads held high.
That's the way Garlands do it.
Sweetheart, let's think about this--
As planned with our heads held high.
My body, my choice! My body, my choice!
- A small to-do, Mallory? - Not too late to turn back.
Let's go.
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Judge Garland has got to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Judge Garland has got to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Judge Garland has got to go!
- Dad! Fascist!
-Dad! Fascist!
Move!
Fascist! Fascist!
♪ Ready for war, Joe ♪
♪ How you wanna Blow they spot? ♪
♪ I know these dirty cops That'll get us in ♪
♪ If we murder some wop ♪
♪ Hop in your Hummer The Punisher's ready ♪
♪ Meet me at Vito's With Noodles ♪
♪ We'll do this dude while He's slurping spaghetti ♪
♪ Everybody kiss The fuckin' floor ♪
♪ Joey Crack, buck 'em all ♪
♪ If they move, Noodles Shoot that fuckin' whore ♪
♪ Dead in the middle Of Little Italy ♪
♪ Little did we know that We riddled two middlemen ♪
♪ Who didn't do diddly ♪
♪ It'll be a cold day in hell The day I take an L ♪
♪ Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill ♪
Standby.
Hi, Professor Garland.
You know Kimmer's not here, right?
Yeah, no, I'm actually here to grab the--
Emergency contact forms for Bentley's school.
Shoot, I forgot. I can grab them from her desk.
That's OK. I can go grab 'em.
Would you? I'm slammed.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Mariah!
Sara, hi.
Text me about that raffle, OK? I want to help.
Ah, you're the best.
I highly doubt the board will approve
such a big purchase.
We need a new Smart Board vendor.
So for now, just--
Give us a minute, please?
What can I do for you, Mariah?
You can tell me why my son
was forced to sit at another lunch table
while Aiden Corbat called him Jim Crow.
Oh, God, it-- that's horrible.
Maybe it's a misplaced
application of what they've been learning.
They were doing a unit on civil rights.
Clearly the unit wasn't very effective.
Calling the Black kid Jim Crow doesn't even make sense.
I promise you, he will be punished accordingly.
I don't want a punishment. I want expulsion.
I have four good kids enrolled at this school,
plus I'm on the fundraising committee,
so I know that we are the top givers three years running.
Donations don't buy on-demand punishment.
Well, in this case, they will.
Or I go to the press.
And it won't be Channel 4 Action News at 11 or whatever.
It will be The Tribune or The Times.
I'm still Facebook friends with half this nation's
top journalists.
Don't fuck with me, Tom.
I want that junior Klansman out of my school.
Hey, Uncle Mal. To what do I owe
the pleasure of this call?
Mariah, I'm sorry.
Please leave a detailed message.
Kimmer, I've been trying to get you all morning.
We need to talk.
Hey, what's wrong with you?
You look like your puppy just died.
I was in Kimmer's office.
Found flowers someone sent her.
- Red roses. - Shit.
That is unequivocally the most romantic type of flowers.
Great observation, Dana.
I mean, it's just confirmation
of what you already knew, right?
All the late night phone calls and mysterious errands
and meetings and business trips.
Dressing nicer, working out.
Kimmer has always looked good.
Yeah, like, normal good. But this isn't normal, man.
I mean, your wife's ass is like a work of art now.
I'm sorry, but it is.
Look, I know the behavior of a cheater when I see it.
I just need to talk to Kimmer first.
Is that her? No, my sister.
Mariah, hey. I can't talk right now.
I'm gonna be late for class.
Wait, slow down. What?
You look--
it fits great, honey.
One of the aides had an extra set.
You look like a bitch in that bow tie.
If I saw you on the street, I'd fuck you up
just for wearing it.
He looks like Malcolm X.
Nah, Malcolm X was cool.
He looks like Tucker Carlson.
- I like Tucker Carlson. Oh.
Oh, you like some stuck-up, white, neo-con frat boy?
- Shocking. Shut up.
What's Becky's name this week, Becky?
See, the operative phrase is "this week,"
'cause next week is Lashonda, Ming Li, or Mirabella.
I don't discriminate.
You need to be more like Tal.
- What, and wear a bow tie? - No, romantic, faithful.
Find a long-term, committed relationship.
Tal ain't in no long-term, committed relationship.
Tonya dumped his ass.
- Tonya dumped you? - No! She didn't.
We're doing the long-distance thing.
She bought a one-way ticket to Tokyo, bruh.
She leased an apartment and accepted a job there.
Read between the lines. It's over.
All right.
Let's talk some numbers.
Fact is, the days of 99 to 1 confirmations are long gone.
But we've convinced about half the Democrats to vote for you.
All the blue dogs love you
even if they won't admit it on camera.
So if half our friends are with us
on the other side of the aisle,
what does it mean for the count?
It means whichever way you cut it,
Oliver Garland will be the next Supreme Court Justice
of the United States of America.
Yeah! Yeah!
Hey, you got that thing?
Can you sign this for me, Judge?
On second thought, make it out
to Senator Edelman.
Yeah!
Known for his staggering intellect
and steadfast fairness while on the Seventh Circuit Court,
it was his turn to far right politics
that brought Judge Oliver Garland
notoriety in later years.
Earning the nickname Titan of the Tea Party,
Garland and his incendiary rhetoric became a fixture
on talk radio and the speaking circuit.
Of course, what he will be most remembered for
was his failed nomination
to the United States Supreme Court.
His controversial connection to Jack Ziegler,
a former CIA operative...
That is about enough of that.
A bunch of the faculty are already emailing,
talking about a school-wide memorial for your dad.
- A bunch? - Well, Theo at least.
Called him "one of our most distinguished alums."
Yeah, I can't even think about that right now.
Matter of fact, I need to make some more calls.
Of course.
You can let it out, man.
I think I'm just in shock.
Well, don't keep that shit bottled up for too long.
It will eat you from the inside.
Your mother and I will meet you at the car.
Go, go. Go with Szuza.
How you holding up, champ?
You've had your nose in that thing the whole ride.
Look at this.
What am I looking at here?
My father's medical records.
Why do you have these?
He started sending them to me five years ago.
Said it was easier than my health-based interrogations.
At first I was hoping to find some answers,
but look--he was healthy.
Blood sugar, lipids, weight,
all down from where they were five years ago.
OK.
What if it wasn't a heart attack?
What, like a stroke?
No, what if it was meant to look like a heart attack
or a stroke or something natural,
but really, it wasn't natural at all?
Sorry, I--
I really don't understand what you're trying to say.
The judge had a lot of enemies.
I get it.
You want to make sense of this whole thing.
When my old man died, I wanted answers too.
Remember, I thought I could find them
by getting in touch with nature?
What's your point, Howard?
There's no easy answers.
Maybe there's no answers at all.
I don't know.
But the only thing I know for certain is that
chasing down these conspiracy theories...
it's not gonna get you anywhere, babe.
Yeah?
No, that's my car. Marshall, you go with Szuza.
- Marshall!
When you grow up and make millions of dollars,
you get your own car, OK?
Hello?
Hello, Mariah.
This is Jack Ziegler.
Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Marc. Hi.
I was devastated to hear about your dad, Tal.
My sincerest condolences, of course.
I mean, he was... a force.
Thanks.
If there's anything you or Kimmer need...
I think we're good.
My family's waiting on me, so...
How is Kimmer handling
all the federal appeals court nomination rumors?
Fine, I suppose.
Hope she's having a better time than me.
My phone's been ringing off the hook.
Everyone suddenly wants my advice
since my name was mentioned.
Nobody gave a damn about my opinion
when everyone just thought I was gonna be a professor
for the rest of my life, you know?
Look, I know this selection process can be brutal,
but we've been colleagues for a long time.
Kimmer--I love Kimmer.
So all the usual backbiting and mudslinging,
there's no need for it, is there?
It's in the president's hands now.
- It always has been. Exactly.
So let's just keep it civil, yeah?
My dad just died. I gotta go.
Is Grandpa gonna be a ghost?
No, he won't be a ghost, buddy.
So he won't haunt us? You sure?
I don't think so.
We're here!
Was he your grandpa too?
No. He was my daddy.
Oh. Was he a good daddy?
Hello? Anybody? We're here!
Hold on, hold on one second.
- Hey, Ben. Bentley!
- Hey, buddy. Good to see you. Come on!
Sorry for your loss.
Took you long enough.
Not all of us own a helicopter.
Honda's a little slower.
We live two hours away.
You live down the street. No excuses.
I gotta go take this.
- Love you. Love you.
Addison, hurry up!
We need to see Mal.
If we leave now, we can beat rush hour.
Dang, are we not allowed in the chopper,
or is there a minimum income level required?
Shut up. This is serious. I have a ton of shit to do.
I just want to get it over with.
Mal's squeezing us in between depositions.
I will leave you!
Why are we meeting with Mal?
'Cause he has Dad's will and some instructions
about how he wanted his funeral.
We're going to a reading of the will?
No, they only do that shit in movies, Tal.
He's just gonna hand it to us,
the assumption being that we're literate.
Addy, hurry up! We need to go.
Relax!
I'm here.
Oh, there he is.
There he is.
Oh, you're looking good.
What, you working out?
Pickup basketball here and there.
OK. All right.
Tal, Bebe. Bebe, Tal.
Addison's date to his father's funeral,
because who doesn't bring a date to a funeral?
No offense, Bebe. You're lovely.
None taken, Mariah.
Well, excuse me.
Y'all brought your significant others,
assuming Kimmer's on her way.
Business trip. She'll be here.
I'm only here for moral support.
And to lend a helping hand.
Speaking of which, Bebe, uh, could you get
the formal place settings from the basement?
And they will need to be washed by hand.
- Sure, of course. - Thank you.
Glad to help.
Boys. Let's go.
Those funds can be used to settle property taxes
and credit card debt, which is minimal
according to his last bank statement.
The remainder will be donated
to Abby's memorial scholarship fund, of course.
What'd he leave us, though? You didn't mention that yet.
The Shepard Street property to Mariah,
Martha's Vineyard summer home to Tal,
and Chicago Bears season tickets to you, Addy.
What'd you do to piss the judge off?
Ah, whatever.
Soon as the Bears get their QB situation together,
those tickets will be worth more than both those houses.
Lord willing.
Go, Bears.
I gotta get back upstairs.
Sorry to rush, but I wanted to make sure
you had the info ASAP.
Wait, Uncle Mal, what about, uh, an autopsy?
Come again? Will there be one?
Mariah, honey, they only do autopsies
when there's suspicion of foul play.
Now, given the judge's age
and his battle with hypertension--
You're right. It's fine.
Take care of yourselves.
He planned everything,
down to the color of the flowers on the altar.
Funeral guest list, me.
Food, me.
Obituary, me. Of course.
Though they'll probably print what they want.
Addison, can you--
Yeah, sorry, I can't help you.
You don't even know what I was gonna ask.
Well, the judge chose me,
his pride and joy, his firstborn,
to eulogize him, so I'll be busy with that.
Tal, can you double-check with Father Brown
and the funeral home?
Make sure the judge's wishes are carried out.
On it, boss.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
And for you.
This is cold.
No tip.
Come on, Mariah.
A tip is a financial incentive
to provide good service.
It is the free market at work.
If I provide a tip despite bad service,
I'm betraying my economic principles.
They're not gonna interpret that
as a demonstration of your principles.
They're gonna interpret that as, "Negroes don't tip."
Well, then maybe they shouldn't be racist.
No tip.
It's almost like the only reason you're a Republican
is so you can justify being a dick.
- Almost. - No.
I am a Republican because I believe in low taxes,
life beginning at conception,
and the motherfucking right to bear arms.
All right, you can stop trying so hard now.
- What's that mean? - It means that Dad's gone.
Who you trying to impress?
Honor, duty, justice.
If you look behind me, you'll probably see my kids
roll their eyes at the mention of those three words.
That's because in my household, they usually heard those words
when they were in a bit of trouble.
Those principles, that's how we decided what they did wrong
and how they should be punished.
Honor.
Did they behave in a way that reflects positively
on their family, their God,
their country, and themselves?
Duty.
Did they try the hardest to do what was required of them?
Justice.
Did they strive for fairness,
especially when holding themselves
and others accountable?
These are, Senator, the same standards
that I try to hold myself up to
as a jurist and as a man.
Honor, duty, justice.
That was a--
that was a very endearing and, dare I say, quaint answer.
But I'm looking for something more substantive,
Judge Garland.
Just last year, in Alonso versus Secure-Tech,
you ruled in favor of a company
that fired an employee who abandoned his post.
But he had reason to believe that his post
had a carbon monoxide leak.
Should he have stayed there and died?
Is that a principle of yours,
death before violating company policy?
I believe the matter you are referring to
is being appealed to the Supreme Court,
and it wouldn't be prudent of me to comment further
on an ongoing litigation.
My dissent covers my opinions on the piece,
which are far more nuanced
than how you presented them in your question.
So you stand by your ruling, then?
It does represent your principles.
Is that what you're saying?
I'm saying, read the dissent, Senator.
Has anyone in the current adminis--
There he is.
Welcome back to the hearing, Senator.
Last question.
When's the last time you had in-person contact--
The gentleman's time has expired.
If the chair will indulge me--
The gentleman is no longer recognized.
- When's the last time you had
in-person contact with Jack Ziegler?
The gentlewoman from Iowa is recognized for five minutes.
What, you still listen to Nas?
Uh, yeah, he's the GOAT.
You ain't got no T.I.? Jeezy?
You think Dad met up with Uncle Jack?
"Uncle Jack"?
You a grown man calling some old white dude "uncle."
Stop it. It's weird.
Whatever. Jack.
You think Dad saw him?
Hell nah. Do you?
I don't know. I caught a vibe.
A vibe?
Jack's a political pariah.
The judge is way too savvy to be involved
with somebody like that.
College buddies, roommates. Dad's loyal.
Loyal, yes. Stupid? Nah, son.
You do know everything Jack did, right?
Google "Jack Ziegler, Washington Post."
OK.
Yeah, right here, right here, right here.
"The Post's investigation reveals that Jack Ziegler,
"a former CIA operative, may have personally directed
"his Zed Magna Security employees
"to commit these crimes while working
as government contractors in Iraq and Afghanistan."
There's a laundry list of illegal arms sales,
money laundering, and contracted killings,
et cetera, et cetera.
The dude is a real-life Bond villain.
Come on.
The judge would never.
So, uh,
the funeral director and I took a look
at what your lawyer provided.
We've got everything worked out.
You're in good hands.
Thanks for your help, Father Brown.
Can we switch "in loving memory of"
for "honoring the life of"?
It feels more appropriate.
Of course. Consider it done.
It'll be a lovely service.
The judge requested some of the same hymns
from your mother Claire's
and your sister Abby's funerals.
I better get going.
Feel free to call my cell
if anything comes up.
Tal, wait.
What would you like the inscription
on the tombstone to say?
That should be in the packet.
Your father didn't specify an epitaph.
Either he forgot or he meant to leave it
to you and your siblings.
We'll need that inscription as soon as possible.
Hey, boy.
What you doing?
Looking for any indication of what the judge wanted
on his gravestone.
Hmm.
Just slap on a quote from Reagan or Lincoln or something.
He was into that dignified Republican shit.
Nah.
It doesn't sit right.
He planned everything.
It's our duty to honor his wishes.
I just need to figure out what those wishes were.
All right.
Well, whatever you're doing, hurry up, all right?
I need you to help Bebe inflate these mattresses.
And why can't you help her?
Well, I'm still perfecting the eulogy.
Check on her when you can, bro. Thanks.
Hello?
Tal?
Mariah, will you please release my girlfriend
from indentured servitude?
Excuse me, your girlfriend offered.
You offered to help, right, Bebe?
- I did offer. - See?
Besides, I'm in mourning,
so I don't know why you're picking on me.
Hmm, 'cause under normal circumstances,
y'all know how eager Mariah is to do everything for herself.
Not funny.
I think it's great you guys are in such high spirits.
I was a blubbering mess when my grandpa died.
Garlands don't cry.
Stick around long enough, and you'll learn that.
They don't show any emotion, except for maybe indignation.
Don't forget entitlement and baseless self-assuredness.
- Can I get a amen? - Amen.
Maybe ease up on this wine.
Kids are getting on my nerves.
Tal, why do you still have these up?
I guess Mom and the judge never got around
to taking them down.
And no MJ?
You're from Chicago.
Didn't you at least have the one with his arms like--
Scottie was the engine. Everyone in Chicago knows that.
Without Scottie, there's no Michael.
Even Michael said it. Last Dance.
I spoke to Ruthie.
Apparently, my name is picking up steam for the nomination.
The FBI might even start vetting me soon,
like talking to my friends, family, you.
Mm.
We should talk about what we're gonna say,
just so we have a unified narrative.
What are you working on?
I'm trying to come up with an epitaph.
What do you got?
"Here lies Oliver Garland,
"survived by the deeply rooted complexes
he ingrained in his children."
♪ There comes a day In your life ♪
♪ When you want to kick back ♪
♪ Straw hat on the porch When you're old, perhaps ♪
♪ Want to gather your thoughts Have a cold one ♪
♪ Brag to your grandkids On how life is golden... ♪
Tal.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
No, actually.
We need to talk.
About?
Who's sending you flowers at work.
What flowers?
Red roses in your trash can.
Those.
They were from a client.
Clients don't send roses.
They probably came from some 20-year-old intern
who doesn't understand flower protocol.
And the note?
What "good times" are you sharing with a client?
It doesn't mean anything, Tal.
Don't--don't get in your head about this.
You don't have anything to worry about.
I'm yours.
This... is yours.
♪ Can't forget about ♪
♪ Can't forget about you... ♪
I can't.
Jesus, Mariah!
I've been trying to get you alone all day.
OK. Why?
'Cause I have something I want to talk to you about,
but I don't want to say it in front of everybody,
especially Kimmer.
I don't want to give that bitch any more ammo.
Why does she have to be a bitch?
I don't know. Ask her.
That's not the point though. Um...
Dad didn't die of natural causes.
He was murdered, Tal.
And Uncle Jack did it.
See, before Zed,
Uncle Jack was in the CIA.
Yes, at one point.
So were a lot of other people.
That doesn't mean they're all capable of murder.
What do you think he was doing
down there in Central America in the '80s?
He was assassinating leftist guerrilla leaders,
pulling the trigger himself.
That's public knowledge.
That's urban legend.
Isn't it more likely that the judge,
a Black man in his 70s,
just had a regular-ass heart attack?
- Thought you'd hear me out. - I am hearing you out.
I'm also doing you a favor
by gently challenging your theory,
which is conjecture.
Jack Ziegler just materializes out of thin air to murder Dad
after no one in our family
has seen or heard from him in forever?
That's not true.
What's not true?
That no one's seen or heard from him.
He called me the other day, out of the blue.
What did he want?
To talk about you.
What about me?
He said, um,
you're the one that Daddy would trust,
the one who would know about the arrangements.
The funeral arrangements?
No. The other arrangements.
Tal, what was he talking about?
No clue.
I'm serious. I have no idea.
Howard already thinks I'm suffering
from grief-induced delusions,
and Addy only cares about himself,
so that leaves us.
Leaves us for what?
To figure it out. Investigate.
Uncle Jack shows back up in our family's life
right around the time the judge dies?
That's weird.
Weird, sure. Creepy, even.
But it's just a coincidence.
Fine. Whatever.
I gotta go think of an inscription
for Dad's gravestone.
It's not complicated. Just write something that
says how you feel about him.
I'm so sorry, Tal.
Hang in there, Tal.
Talcott, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Who is that with Addy?
That's international supermodel and fashion icon Bebe Stanhope.
Who now?
Sally, she was on the cover of Sports Illustrated.
She's the face of Diet Pepsi. You know who she is.
Thought she looked familiar.
What's Addison see in her?
Is it serious?
I don't think now's the time
to do the whole kissing cousins thing.
By marriage. It don't count.
It was gross then, and it's honestly still gross now.
Maybe it's best left in the past, Sally.
Hmm.
Just Alma is looking for you.
Just Alma? She's still alive?
Unless I'm seeing ghosts, she's kookier than ever.
Somebody ought to put her ass in a home.
Speak of the devil. Gotta go.
Auntie Alma, how you doing?
What's this auntie business, boy?
It's Alma. Just Alma.
Sorry. Just Alma.
Of course.
Your dad had big plans for you.
Like what?
Now, that's not for me to say.
He'll let you know.
But he's dead, Alma.
Boy, don't you think I know that?
Just because he's dead doesn't mean he won't let you know.
I gotta go check on the limos taking people to the service.
You just wait and see.
See what?
How frightened of your father they were.
You'll see. If they come.
Scaredy-cats might not even show up.
I'm not following, Alma.
Jack Ziegler, for example.
He likes to act scary,
but he was terrified of the judge.
Scared shitless.
Now, it's no secret that the judge and I
never saw eye to eye politically.
My first national TV appearance
was a full-throated endorsement for Obamacare.
Now, afterwards, he called me.
He congratulated me, told me he was proud,
but that, ultimately,
he thought my ideas were pusillanimous.
I had to consult a dictionary to realize that was an insult.
He then proceeded to spend the next 146 minutes
giving me a law school-level lecture about
government overreach and health care.
He cited cases--
a lot of cases, y'all--
from memory.
But that was the judge in a nutshell.
He was a proud father...
a fierce advocate for his beliefs,
a constant teacher...
a man who touched and influenced many lives...
And a man who was a loyal friend, always.
You see Justice Wainwright's here?
Yeah, in the back like he doesn't want to be seen.
Coward.
But that's not the headline.
Greg Haramoto, 7:00.
He was a man who did what he thought was right.
May he finally rest in peace.
Thank you, Addison.
Why are we doing this alone?
I think Father Brown wants us to have a moment alone
to reflect on Dad's passing before the service ends.
What a load of shit. I just want to be done with it.
Tal, what the fuck is that quote?
Is that Nas?
Did you put a rap lyric on our father's headstone?
Yes, I did.
The judge actually loved that song.
You guys said I could put whatever I wanted.
Oh, my God, you are such an idiot.
We're gonna have to redo it.
I'm gonna say what I have to say anyway.
I know this long-distance thing is hard,
but I'm dedicated to you, Tonya,
and I'm not gonna let thousands of miles
and a 14-hour time difference
make me break that promise.
'Cause I love you, Tonya.
Uh...
Please tell me that's not the first time
you told Tonya you love her.
The end of some cringey voicemail?
- It was cringey?
I hate to say it, but Addy's right.
It's over.
If you gotta leave a message like that, it's last call.
Once the lights come on, bouncer's gonna throw you out.
Might as well leave with some dignity.
- The bouncer? - It's a bar analogy, Tal.
The point is, you don't have to swear a lifetime of allegiance
to every girl that you date.
What are you doing, besides eavesdropping?
Uh, going to the business center to finish an article
and hiding from Mom.
I swear, it's like as soon as she sees me,
she starts nitpicking me about finding a husband.
You'd think being on a team that won a Pulitzer
for investigative journalism would exempt me,
but no, she is grooming me for life as a housewife.
I'd rather die at my fucking desk than be a kept woman.
Do you think all the stuff they say
about Uncle Jack is true?
All? No.
I think at least half of it's liberal propaganda.
And the other half?
That's the half we should be scared of.
Mariah.
Your mother's looking for you.
Of course she is.
You OK, son?
Yeah, I'm fine, I think.
How about you?
Everything good?
It will be.
I trust it will be very soon.
Get some sleep.
"Honor, duty, justice."
You should have put that on there.
Now you tell me.
You know, I always thought that was supposed
to describe us kids.
Obviously, Mariah's honor.
Always looking for praise and accolades
and, quite frankly, Daddy's approval.
And you, you're duty.
You're reliable, honest, determined.
Ol' dependable Tal.
So that makes you justice, then?
What? Aw, hell no.
No, man, I'm the firstborn.
- I'm a rebel, a trailblazer.
I defy easy classification.
Nah, Abby was justice.
Remember how she used to go on about what was fair?
Some socialist version of equality.
And Dad would get so mad.
Remember those long lectures he would give her?
All that Old Testament...
Republican law and order bullshit.
I'll be down in a minute.
Uncle Jack?
Hello, Talcott.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your father was a formidable man...
and a good friend.
What are you doing here?
I came to pay my respects.
And talk to you, of course.
You could have called.
There could be others listening.
Best to speak in person.
I've been keeping tabs on your wife
and her potential nomination.
Why?
Curiosity, I suppose.
It's really the president's call.
We wouldn't want any interference.
Of course not.
This country is best when it's a meritocracy.
And it's so often anything but that.
If it were, your father would've died
a Supreme Court justice.
I must ask you something, Talcott.
Something others will ask as well.
And when they ask, you must be careful.
Some of them are good, some bad,
but none will be who they say they are,
and not all of them mean you well.
You understand?
Not really.
What did you want to ask me?
I must know about the arrangements.
Mariah mentioned that,
but I don't know about any arrangements.
Yes, you do.
The arrangements your father made
in the event of his untimely demise.
If I knew, I'd tell you, but I don't.
I traveled all the way here.
Please don't make it a waste, Talcott.
I don't know how many times I can say it--
- This is not a time to play. - I'm not playing.
- I really don't know. - Just tell me about
the goddamned arrangements.
Right now.
Yo, Tal, you good?
Yeah, I'm good.
I'm good, right?
Fine, Talcott.
You do what you think's best.
But when you're ready to discuss the arrangements,
come to me first, no one else.
I would not want to see you harmed,
you or your family.
Are you--
Is that a threat?
Of course not.