Dirty Sexy Money s01e08 Episode Script

My father worked as a lawyer for the richest family in New York, until his plane went down in Long Island Sound.
He left me his biggest client, the Darlings.
Tripp, the empire builder.
Letitia, the sophisticated socialite.
Karen, the professional divorcée.
- I want to marry Nick.
- Let me help you.
Brian, the man of God.
- What about Brian Jr? - I'm taking him back to Brazil.
You can't just uproot him.
He has a life here now.
Patrick, the principled politician.
The three of us are going to sit down together and set some ground rules.
- You, me, and who? - Carmelita.
And Jeremy and Juliet, the well-behaved twins.
- I want a job.
- What can you do? You will not believe the girl whose car I'm parking.
Darling Plaza was our first home in Manhattan.
Convince Tripp to throw Darling Plaza into the pot.
It is Simon Elder who has stolen my son.
I want to destroy him.
- Good morning.
- Hey.
You ready to paint the living room? Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, I love painting.
I love the mess, I love the smell.
Okay.
Which one? All right, let me see.
- Crème brûlée or flan? - Yeah, it's a custard theme.
Are you sure you're going to be able to finish this before Thanksgiving at my parents'? It's only two days.
Yeah.
Yeah, I have very little to do today.
I just have to meet with Tripp briefly and help Brian with his custody hearing and then I am free for the entire holiday weekend.
Five days without Nick George.
Won't the Darling dynasty crumble into dust without you? It just might.
But it would be very expensive dust.
- Anything going on with Darling Plaza? - Not yet.
We transferred the deed over to Simon Elder two weeks ago.
He's given me no indication of his plans.
Is that it then? He just wanted to steal my soul? Rob me of the building where my kids were raised? Rob me of my son? My son, Nick.
- Have you heard from Patrick lately? - Not since the wedding.
He hasn't returned any of my calls.
You can't imagine what it's like, Nicky.
Come to the end of your life.
So many years of work.
So many years of achievement.
And then right in front of your face, it's all being spirited away by this capricious man.
Patrick is still your son, Tripp.
No matter what kind of political alliance he forms with Simon Elder, for whatever reason, he's still your son.
Yeah.
Arrange a sit-down with Patrick and Simon Elder for me, will you? A sit-down.
Okay.
The sooner, the better.
Tomorrow evening, up at Valhalla.
Wait, Tripp.
You expect him to leave the city the day before Thanksgiving and go 60 miles up the Hudson River Valley for a sit-down? I You handed him the deed to Darling Plaza to gain influence with him, right? Yeah.
So, use your influence.
Cash it in.
All right.
I'm on it.
You'll be there at my side, okay? Tripp, it's Thanksgiving weekend.
I made plans with the family.
I I'll get you out really early Thursday morning.
Promise.
What do you want me to tell Patrick to Just tell him Simon Elder will be there.
That'll make him feel safe.
You leave the rest up to his vanity.
How much longer are we gonna be staying at this hotel? Living out of a suitcase, eating room service all the time.
It's a little tiresome.
Thank you for being so patient.
Have you set up the meeting with Carmelita yet? I'm not sure this is the best time for her.
She's got finals coming up.
- Oh, she's in school.
What school? - Cosmetology.
Well, it's always something, isn't it? When would be a good time for her? What is it you wanna talk about? Just make it happen.
If you want to stay married to me, quit stalling and make it happen.
- I understand, but - Today.
Okay.
Thank you for coming on such short notice, Giorgio.
Any time you get divorced, Karen, I'm here for you.
But, you know, we don't have to do this only after you get divorced.
Yeah, actually, we kind of do.
Was that Giorgio? What a trouper.
Always being there for you like that.
- It's really, like, inspiring.
- It takes a village.
Something was off last night, though.
It wasn't the same.
Do tell.
Well, usually when Giorgio and I have meaningless, post-divorce sex, it feels a little less meaningless, like we're somehow Planets whose orbits intersect every 10 years? No.
Just hornier.
Oh, well.
You gonna eat those? No, replenish.
- What's the matter with you? - I miss my son.
Brian Jr.
Left? Where'd he go? His mother came and took him away a week ago, Karen.
I'm fighting for custody.
Brian? Hey, look, you You know how the justice system works.
Whoever has the most money wins, right? You've got nothing to worry about.
Well, thanks for the advice.
Thanks for the pancakes.
Was Brian wearing Clive Christian No.
1? Nah, that's me.
And it's No.
2, unreleased to the public.
Why are you wearing cologne? There's this girl who parks at the garage.
She won't go out with me.
She thinks I'm, like, just a valet.
Oh, so you're gonna knock her unconscious with your cologne and then, what? Shanghai her? - Just tell her you're Jeremy Darling.
- No.
Natalie pretended to be pregnant just to get my money.
I want this girl to like me for me.
Honey, that's not gonna happen.
You're a Darling.
As soon as she finds that out, things are never gonna be the same.
Trust me.
I guess she can never find out then.
That is a good plan.
Good plan, my friend.
He's not asking you to move back in.
He's not asking you to do anything except sit down with him and Simon and talk.
Well, Nick, that's the last thing on earth I would ever consider doing.
I know.
But, Patrick, he is your father.
It's taken me over 30 years to muster the courage to break free from him.
I'm not about to go running back into shooting range.
Okay.
But I'll do it.
I'll do it, okay? I just need one little favor.
She just wants to talk.
I can't do it.
I can't face her.
I'm sorry.
Tell Patrick no.
Carmelita, just put yourself in Ellen's shoes, just for a second.
She's not asking Patrick to end the affair, she's not asking you to vanish.
She just wants to talk.
I mean, who knows? Maybe the three of you can somehow, - I don't know, complete each other.
- You really think that's possible? Well, I think that life is very creative and surprising and sometimes we find solutions where we thought there weren't any.
Patrick is so lucky to have someone like you in his life.
- I'll do it.
- Good.
A sit-down? - Well, that's what he called it.
Okay.
And what are the terms? No terms.
Well, because it sounds so old-world, I figured there must be terms.
No.
Just the three of you sitting down to talk.
And me.
Okay.
Does this have anything to do with the Darling Plaza? I don't think so.
I think it has to do with the fact he feels he's lost his son to you.
That's what he's troubled about right now.
Okay, so you're being straight with me about this little sit-down? You promise me that I'm not going to be walking into some sort of classic Tripp Darling ambush? Yeah, I promise.
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll go.
- Actually, I think it could be beneficial.
- Good.
It's not every day two men like us sit down and break bread together.
Should be interesting.
Done.
I think we can all agree it's in everyone's best interest to settle this without going to the judge tomorrow.
What you think, Mr.
George, is beside the point.
My client's settling for nothing less than sole physical and legal custody.
Are you out of your freaking mind? I know what's best for my child.
Says the tramp who slept with me last week to get him back.
- Brian, let me handle this.
- Then handle it! Given Brian Jr.
's feelings for his father, do you think that moving to Brazil is really what's best for him? These two have bonded since you first deposited your son with Brian and then subsequently disappeared.
Was this before or after he deposited the child with you? Beat it, you prissy little creep.
Brian, let's just cool it, okay? Let's just stop.
I think I have come up with what is a very fair proposal for joint custody.
You'll be well compensated, provided you stay in the city, and it puts your son's best interests first.
I'll give you one million dollars to get up and walk out of here right now.
Excuse me? Hey.
That's not what we're here to do, Brian.
Let me finish.
- Two million.
- Are you trying to buy my son? I'm trying to buy our son.
- Nobody is buying anybody.
- This is ridiculous.
We're leaving.
Three million.
We both know it's all about the money with you anyway.
Now I remember why it didn't work with us.
You are not a human being.
Don't look at me like that.
Three million was more than fair.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How you doing, baby? This better not be your way of saying you're missing Thanksgiving.
- I am not missing Thanksgiving.
- Good.
I just have to postpone the painting until the weekend and I'm gonna catch up with you and Kiki at your parents'.
I have to go up to the Darlings' country house tomorrow.
Tripp is having a sit-down with Patrick and Simon Elder.
He wants me there and I'm sorry.
You know what? It's okay.
- Okay? - Yeah, I knew you wouldn't get to it.
So maybe I'll start painting, 'cause I'd like it done before the holidays, because, you know, I actually care.
Hey, Lisa, you know what? Why don't you come with me? We'll drop Kiki off at your folks first and then this weekend we'll all paint together.
I am not going to stay in the same house as the Darlings.
Italy was bad enough.
- Oh, come on, Lisa.
- I am not gonna stay the night at the same place you and Karen Darling spent a dozen magical summers together.
You know what? How about you go? You enjoy a nice, long weekend with her and I will stay here and I will paint.
Lisa, I don't particularly want to go, but I have to.
And since I have to, I would like you to come with me.
Coming right up.
Actually Is it possible to leave my car here overnight? I think I drank a little too much wine at dinner.
I'm so on board with that.
You know, both myself and the garage encourage responsible, yet heavy, drinking.
Okay.
Wonderful.
Thank you.
I'll just go and take a cab now.
Whoa! Hey.
Let me help you out there.
What do you got going on in there? French fries with truffle oil.
You know, I could just drive you home.
That way you have your car in the morning.
- I don't think so.
- Come on.
I'll cab it home.
No muss, no fuss.
In and out.
Boom.
That's so sweet of you.
It would help me out a lot.
Well, I will go fetch your chariot.
Why do I have to come to Valhalla for Thanksgiving? Brian's not gonna be there.
Your brother Brian has a custody hearing.
He's presiding over two funerals this weekend.
The holiday season die-off has commenced.
I told you I'd help you with Nick, so trust me.
Just come.
What if Daddy sends me and Nick to India? Oh, no, wait, Bali.
To set up an orphanage for the really starving children.
And we'd have to live alone, in a grass hut, on the beach.
As wonderful as that sounds, coming to Valhalla is all you really need to do.
She'll be there, won't she? I haven't the faintest idea.
Oh, she will.
Of course she will.
She's his wife.
It's so her to come along, isn't it? Just relax, my dear.
Everything is gonna work itself out.
Door to door.
Service with a smile.
Thank you for this.
Boy, Brooklyn is far away.
I mean, I forgot how far it is.
It's like a whole other world.
Are you gonna be all right getting home? Yeah, yeah.
Like I said, I'll call a cab.
Maybe I'll hobo and hop a boxcar.
- The subway's two blocks away.
- Right.
Yeah.
The subway.
There you go.
Listen, Sofia.
The answer is yes.
- To what? - I will go out with you.
But I don't even know your last name.
Well, I don't I don't even know your last name.
I'm Sofia Montoya.
And you're Jeremy I'm cool with just Jeremy, babe eson.
Jeremy Babeson.
Babeson? Yeah.
Well, you know, it's a common American last name.
It's right on all those lists beside Smith, Wong and White.
Well, thank you again for the ride.
And I'll see you tomorrow, Jeremy Babeson.
Yes.
Yes, you will.
Hey, hey, Clark? Do you mind coming to get me? I am somewhere in Brooklyn.
You're sure about this, right? What're you gonna do, not answer the door? Well, isn't this something? - Ellen, I've heard a lot about you.
- I wish I could say the same.
Unfortunately, I've been kept completely in the dark.
I have, too.
In a sense.
Come in.
Please.
You can have one Saturday night a month but the rest of the weekends are ours.
You can have one Tuesday or Wednesday night, every other week to do whatever it is that the two of you do, as long as he is home in time to put the kids to bed before he does it.
That's less than I get him now.
So why, exactly, would I do this? Because it's more than you'll ever have otherwise.
Trust me.
Starting now, this is the new normal.
Sweetheart, are you sure you wanna Please, Pat, stay out of it.
Don't you think I should participate in this conversation? Patrick, maybe you should take a walk.
Um Okay.
Okay.
He'll spend holidays with us.
Family birthdays.
And, obviously, all campaign related events are completely off-limits.
The only way that this is gonna work is if I get him two nights every week or Patrick's gonna end up sneaking out and neither one of us wants that, do we? Family is the only thing that matters to me.
And, as the arbitrator in this case, I'm sure you can appreciate that.
And that's why I believe, as a father and a minister, that I should share custody with Brian Jr.
And she should not be able to whisk him away to frigging Brazil.
Thank you, Reverend Darling, for your forthrightness.
Mr.
Mitchell? Reverend Darling, who is Gustav? Go ahead.
Tell him.
Gustav is my pet name for Brian Jr.
It's like a nickname, kind of.
Nickname, really? Yeah.
That's a rather unremarkable occurrence between a father and son.
Is it true you forced Brian Jr.
To lie to your wife and pretend he was a Swedish orphan whose parents died in a car accident? - No.
- No? It was a bullet train accident, not a car.
Get your facts straight.
But you did make him lie.
No! I offered him an opportunity to work with me, to smooth the way towards building a new family structure by soft-pedaling, as it were, the nature of his involvement with me and by making it a fun game.
Isn't it also true, Reverend Darling, that you kept Brian Jr.
On a diet of Swedish foods, including fermented milk and reindeer? It was once.
It was a one day thing.
And didn't you forbid him to tell the truth to your wife until he was so paralyzed by fear and guilt of hellfire and damnation that he had to confess the truth himself? I need help.
I've got this little romantic rendezvous tonight and I was wondering if you could hook me up with a place to eat.
A restaurant? This girl I like, she doesn't know who I am, you know? She thinks I'm this normal parking attendant and, you know, I just wanna keep it that way.
Ah.
So, where do people like you go out? People like me? Yeah, you know, like, poor people.
Where do you eat when you go out? You know, Jeremy, I actually make a pretty decent living working for your family.
I've seen you eating your bag lunch.
And, you know, I don't know what's going on with the whole silent movie star mustache, but it seems pretty poverty related.
You're right, Jeremy, I can't actually afford a beard.
That's a good one.
In the interest of full poor disclosure, Maureen and I do enjoy, occasionally, going out for pizza or for a walk down the Brooklyn Promenade.
That's sweet and simple.
I like it.
Sometimes, after, we'll take a bottle of wine up on the roof.
And if the stars are out and the mood hits us, well, you know us poor people.
You do the deed al fresco? - Yep.
- Clarksdale! You're like the fountain of middle-class romance formation! I've been called that before.
You should prepare yourself, Brian.
We may lose.
Do you think? You're the worst.
- Did you even go to law school? - What did you want me to do? You've lied about this kid from day one, Brian, and everybody knows it.
I'm sorry I can't change reality.
Well, then you suck.
I had a plan and you sabotaged me every step of the way.
Just go out there and get them back in here and get a retrial or a mistrial or something.
This isn't a trial.
The arbitrator makes her recommendation to the judge based on testimony, and your little performance in here didn't help.
The fact is Andrea raised Brian for seven years and you had him for two months.
And you made him pretend to be Swedish.
So why don't you let me worry about the law.
Go see Andrea, alone.
Reason with her.
Make her understand how you feel about Brian.
She's his mother.
She wants him to be happy.
Good luck.
Hey, what are you doing? Hey.
I don't think there is an article of clothing Kiki owns that she is not taking with her.
- Taking where? - To my parents'.
We'll drop her off.
I'm going with you to the country house.
- You decided to come with me? - Mmm-hmm.
- You sure? - Yes.
I am not gonna let the Darling drama rob me of a chance to breathe - some clean air with my husband.
- Good.
Wow.
Yeah, and they only use it, like, four times a year.
Oh, leave those.
Albert will get them.
- Told you she'd come.
- It'll be fine.
- Told you she'd come.
- It'll be fine.
- Hi, dear.
Hi.
- Hi, Lisa.
- Hi.
How lovely to have you here.
Wow, would you look at that? Oh, here we go.
Oh, hello.
Well, you must be Simon.
It is a pleasure to meet you.
Patrick! Hello, Mother.
- Great to see you.
- Simon.
- How are you? - This is my wife, Lisa.
- Hi.
- Hi.
And this is Karen Darling.
- Karen.
- Hi.
- The Karen? - Yes.
Karen.
I'm sure everybody could use a little drinky-poo.
Hey! You're just in time.
So what are we hunting? Quail.
We might get a pheasant or two.
- This late in the season? - Sure.
You're not planning on shooting him, are you? Come on, Nick.
You know me better than that.
The country makes everyone so ravenous.
Everything is just terrific, Mother.
Thank you.
You're not liking that quail? I'm all for sport hunting and responsible wildlife management, but, actually, I don't eat meat.
Oh, but that's all the yummy stuff.
Do you eat anything yummy? - Down, girl.
- Shut up.
Well, we can have them cook you something else.
There's trout.
No, no, no.
The salad is enough.
Everything is wonderful.
Thank you.
Lisa, you must come with me after dinner to the east wing.
I've been meaning to show you something.
A little art collection.
Okay.
Sounds great.
It's an hour and a half wait.
Should we just go? Nah, let me see what I can do.
Jeremy, it's okay.
No, no.
Hold on.
I can be charming.
Excuse me.
Could you please double check about a table for two? Actually, it looks like I might have a table, Mr.
Darling.
One more thing.
- Should just be a few.
- Really? Babeson, party of two.
You got us a table? I told a teeny lie.
- Happy birthday to you! - Happy birthday to you! That was so embarrassing.
My birthday is in March.
It was the only way I could get a table.
Just, you know, pretend.
I'm having a great time tonight.
Me, too.
You know, it's kind of nice going out on a normal date.
And how does this normal date end? How about a walk on the Promenade? How about we go back to your place? That is a much better idea.
Except I can't.
I got a friend crashing at my place for Thanksgiving tomorrow, you know.
He is a little down on his luck.
Kind of poor, so Too bad.
There is another option.
Isn't there some way that we can work something out just between us? Brian, it's too late for that.
When that arbitrator delivers her recommendation to the judge it's all over and I'll abide by that.
Well, of course you will.
Because it's all going to go your way.
Not his and not mine, yours.
Brian, that first day that I met you, at church you sat and talked with me for hours about faith and solace.
Yeah, so what about it? So you are the one who taught me to bring my problems in life to God.
Have you thought about doing that? I know this whole get-together may seem a little old-fashioned, but I thought it was time to cut through the haze of go-betweens and talk in person.
Hey, I couldn't agree more.
Paddy, I'm glad you came.
Thank you.
As long as everything's moving forward, Dad, I'm happy.
No hard feelings.
So, what are you doing with my son? - Doing? - What? Now what is the nature of your alliance? Hold on a second.
Are you kidding? This is none of your business anymore, Dad.
- You don't have to answer that.
- No, no, no.
I'm happy to.
I'm ecstatic.
I've simply offered myself to Patrick as an advisor and a friend during this time of transition.
So you're not using him as a pawn to enact revenge against me, huh? Uh.
I think that Patrick's pedigree, combined with his passion for social justice, is going to make him a very effective senator.
I'm excited to be on his team, that's all.
Dad, try not to make a fool of yourself, okay? What's this all about, Tripp? It's about the chilling heartlessness of a man determined to tear asunder the long-standing family ties in the course of his vendetta.
Do you want to tell them why you want to destroy my family or shall I? You know, Lisa, I I've been meaning to apologize to you, but I keep putting it off.
You know, for the wedding.
For Karen's behavior.
She can be so rash and thoughtless sometimes.
And I I know how proud she is and she'd never come to you herself.
What are you talking about? You present yourself as a Some sort of modern-day saint but that's not who you are at all.
You're not motivated by benevolence.
You're driven from your very core by an obsessive malevolence against me and my family I've got to get going.
Paddy, hear this out.
Tripp, none of this is personal.
It's business.
So your family's history with my family has nothing to do with it? What are you talking about, Tripp? I didn't know what his real name was before, but as soon as I found out, everything fell into place.
His parents used to work for our family, for a long time.
Do you want to continue or shall I? What happened? Oh, it was nothing, really.
I'm sorry.
I Well, I assumed you knew.
You and Karen have been so chilly that What happened? I would love to hear what you think you know.
Your father was my mother's lover.
Now, that was the rumor and my father couldn't live with those rumors, true or false.
So he dismissed his parents and they fled to the Soviet Union with the belief that communism spoke more clearly to the plight of African Americans.
But it wasn't so rosy over there, was it? His family ended up in a Siberian work camp.
And they died there, leaving you an orphan.
Is that true? It touches on the truth.
Well, you know, Karen was in a bit of a depression, you know, post-divorce and a little intoxicated.
And she Well, she apparently kissed Nick and declared her undying love for him.
She can be so impulsive.
No, it is the truth.
And it's the truth that you hold me personally responsible for the death of your parents.
See, I don't need some desiccated, old man to tell me my history - Desiccated? - Especially one who gets it all wrong.
My parents didn't go to Russia by choice.
Your family forced them there.
Oh, no, you've got it all wrong.
I'm not dried meat.
And your parents were not deported from this country and you know it.
No, no.
But once their names had been handed over to the State Department, they were, for all intents and purposes, hounded out of this country.
So, yeah, their deaths lie at the feet of your family.
Completely.
All right.
I've heard enough.
Look, I don't know who's telling the truth here, okay? But the fact that you lured all of us up here for this little performance of yours and then get everyone else involved with your game.
That arrogance is precisely why I stopped trusting you years ago and why I will never trust you again! Do you understand? If you see Ellen, tell her I've gone out.
I'll head home as well.
I wish this had ended differently.
Well, it ended exactly as I expected it to end, with a crafty denial.
Night, Tripp.
- Good night.
Well, at least it's out there for everyone to know.
Excuse me.
So sick.
Simon! Simon! You told me this wasn't an ambush.
- I didn't know anything about it.
- You need to stop lying to me.
I will not be played.
No one is playing you.
If that fossil wants a war, that's exactly what he'll get.
That's what you'll both get.
Simon.
Simon.
Simon, this was all Tripp.
I had nothing to do with it.
- That's the truth.
- The Oh, the truth? Well, the truth is pretty malleable around here.
All right, all right, all right.
Just, listen, if we're gonna go any further, I need to know one last time, whether you're with me or not.
Well, if all you're doing is exacting revenge, then, no, I'm not Nick, I'm not exacting revenge, but Tripp Darling owning half the city is not good for the people of New York.
He is a dangerous man.
Look, I know that Tripp has made some shady business deals, but dangerous? Yes.
Do you remember Kenneth Darling, Tripp's brother? Simon, come on, the only people who think that Tripp had anything to do with Kenneth Darling's assassination are crackpot conspiracy theorists on the Internet and two people who were actually suspects in the killing.
Both of whom have since been completely discredited.
Yeah.
You're probably right because bad things don't really happen.
It's all just a story, right? Where's Nick? I'm not sure.
Scotch? It's empty.
Sorry.
Were you this drunk when you kissed my husband and told him that you loved him at your wedding? Actually, no, I was sober.
And so was he.
- Hey, there you are.
Be careful.
She just found out about our kiss at the wedding.
It was not our kiss, Karen.
Unbelievable.
You are unbelievable.
Why do you do that? I didn't tell her, Nick.
I thought it was gonna be our little secret.
How did you think to come up to this place? Well, my dad works for them.
He told me they're all out of town, so So what does Mr.
Babeson do? Who? Your dad, silly.
Mr.
Babeson? Oh, right.
He is a limo driver for this family, the Darlings.
You've never heard of them? No.
Should I have? No.
No, you No, you absolutely shouldn't have.
You know what's so amazing about you? What? Being with you.
I feel like it doesn't matter how much money I have.
Or don't have.
It's like it's just you and me, you know? Dear God.
I don't ask you for much, 'cause I know I don't deserve much.
But please help the arbitrator to understand that I love my son.
Oh! So sorry.
And please give her the good sense I think this is yours.
- No, it fell out of your - From Reverend Darling.
To accept my generous donation.
Thank you.
Amen.
So you're just going to leave right now? I'm going to my parents' house.
I need some time to regroup.
Lisa, the only reason that I didn't tell you was that I didn't want to waste our time arguing over nothing.
It was basically a peck on the cheek.
Her lips, my cheek! How many times does she have to kiss you before you put a stop to it? I can't control what Karen does.
Is that going to be your excuse when you two sleep together? She's delusional, Lisa.
I've told her over and over there will never be anything between us, but she lives in this world where she thinks she can have anything she wants.
Yeah, well there is a pattern here, Nick.
And for the first time, I feel like you are taking part in it, whether you believe it or not.
You know what? I have been pissed off at Karen, but I have never worried about you.
Now, I am.
Hey, baby.
What are you working on? You went to see her, didn't you? Where is she? In a motel.
A few miles from here.
Could you at least take a shower? We didn't do anything.
It's just, I Look, it's been a rough night and I needed to talk to someone.
I can I can tell her things.
Well, I Ellen Simon left so abruptly.
How was the meeting? Ultimately wearying.
Sometimes I think I'm almost ready to leave, you know? This life.
I'm glad I married you.
I'm glad I married you.
What the hell was that? So this was not an assassination attempt on Patrick Darling? No.
This was a simple, run of the mill hunting accident.
Where are the wounds? Mr.
Darling sustained injuries, minor injuries, to his leg and he is expected to make a full and speedy recovery.
Who shot him? Nobody shot him, per se.
This was an accident.
Fine.
Who pulled the trigger? Charlie Mickelson, a longtime Darling family friend.
He is devastated by the incident and we obviously request that you respect his privacy.
Where is Ellen Darling? Why hasn't she been here to see him? Ellen is resting at the Imperial and she is also quite devastated.
And we all hope that we can just put this unfortunate episode behind us and enjoy the holiday as best we can.
Why was the Attorney General hunting at night? No further questions! - Jeremy.
- Clark.
Looking forward to the turkey festivities this evening? I am.
I am.
I I don't know how festive it's gonna be with Patrick's leg in a sling, but I finally have something to be thankful for.
Let's go, Clark.
Jeremy? Sofia! I didn't know you were going to be here today.
You know, Thanksgiving and all.
What's all this? This? This is Oh, of course, that's your father.
How sweet of him to pick you up from your work.
Yeah, he is.
He is the sweetest.
He is.
You are the Thank you.
Thank you, Pops.
What the hell's going on here? Be cool, Clark.
Just know you're my father and our last name is Babeson.
Got it.
Sofia, this is my dad.
Oh, Babesons don't shake.
Babesons hug.
Okay.
How are you? I'm good.
Thank you for doing this, Charlie.
Happy to help out, Tripp.
What did I shoot him with again? Double-barreled shotgun.
Purdy.
Twenty gauge.
Bird shot.
Both barrels.
Right.
- Happy Thanksgiving.
- You, too.
Tell Helen we'd love to see her sometime.
Will do.
- Thank you.
- You bet.
- How's Patrick doing? - Doped up on sedatives.
Ellen? Also doped up on sedatives.
You know, this could be Well, you know.
I mean, it's not going to get out, is it? I'm just thinking of Patrick's campaign.
Shouldn't be a problem.
He's my son.
You okay? I said I'd never lie for the family and all of a sudden I'm making up stories for the press about hunting accidents.
Doesn't seem like a step in the right direction.
Hey.
You told Dutch you were too busy to see him and you weren't.
Come on.
Come on, Nick.
Life's messy.
Why didn't you tell me that Elder's parents worked for the family? The whole point of this was for him to trust me.
I didn't want to put you in a position where you would have to lie.
And I could not take a chance that his faith in you would be in any way diminished.
So all that was true about Elder's parents? Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, he got it wrong about my parents reporting his parents to the authorities.
That wasn't them.
It was my father.
Yeah.
That was Dutch.
My dad, he was fit to be tied.
If he'd had his way, it'd I mean, you know, the '50s.
They were different times.
Dutch got into it.
Got them safely put on a boat to Russia.
You know, if you're looking for a motive for who killed your dad I mean, if Simon Elder knew that it was Dutch who did that - What? - Isn't that Darling Plaza? God.
That's the third time I've seen it today.
It doesn't get any easier.
Darling Plaza was demolished today as part of billionaire Simon Elder's redevelopment plan for a new, greener Manhattan.
According to the demolition team, the 15-story building There is nothing that that man is not capable of doing.
I was hoping it'd be you.
Hi.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Such as it is.
I'm sorry I left, Nick, but sometimes, it is really hard to deal with this whole situation.
Well, I'll quit.
Why don't I quit? I don't want you to quit.
But I feel like you're slipping away, like things are just spiraling out of control for both of us.
Why don't I drive up there right now? No.
We're just about to sit down and eat.
Just take the night.
Relax.
We'll still be here tomorrow.
All right.
I'll drive up in the morning.
I love you, Nick.
And I'm really I'm trying.
You know that, right? Yeah, I know.
I'm trying, too, Lise.
We'll get through this.
I know we will.
All right.
I love you.
I love you, too.