Back when I was working at Bailey Russell,
I would start rolling calls at 7:30 in the morning.
One of the perks of being a thief was that there was no one to call.
And now, for the first time in my life,
I had more empty hours than I knew what to do with.
You're good.
It was quiet.
And I had never done well with quiet.
I've never seen Peeping Tom.
- Ben. - You'd love it, Ben. You're the Peeper.
Let me tell you
- what the basic premise of this movie is. - Please.
It's a guy who's obsessed with the look on people's faces
when they know they're about to die.
He's a cameraman, and he builds a blade into one of the legs of his tripod.
Mel used to complain that I was never present in my own life.
And with all this free time, I somehow still wasn't.
You're late.
Sorry.
Is that a Bacon?
It's a print.
So, you're processing hundreds of thousands' worth of merchandise.
How do you convert it?
I have a guy. A fence.
And you trust him?
To a point, yeah.
It's not like I can put my business up for bid.
- I should meet him. - Yeah, that's not happening.
I haven't met him either, if it makes you feel better.
Thanks. It doesn't.
Coop, you're light. All right?
You know your net carry has to be in seven figures to cover your nut.
You're gonna have to be more productive. Bigger jobs or more of them.
We're disciplined.
We hit 14 houses across the county over the last year without incident
because we only target things that won't be missed.
Our whole business plan is based on people not realizing they were robbed.
- How are you showing income? - Why do we have to show income?
- Some of us pay taxes. - I pay taxes!
Don't get bent out of shape, all right? I'm trying to help you.
- I didn't ask for your help. - Doesn't mean you don't need it.
Where are you parking your money?
I have small accounts at a few different banks.
Oh, good. So, there's a paper trail?
Is he always like this?
No. Sometimes he overreacts.
Look, Coop, just… just humor me, all right?
So, just tell me, what was the plan for when big ticket items come up?
You can't pay Princeton with a brown bag of cash.
Come on, Coop. You know all this. What did you think you were gonna do?
It was only supposed to be a stopgap measure.
So, what happened?
Turns out, we're good at it.
Not from where I'm standing.
Fuck you! Why is he even here?
- Why am I here? - Yeah.
I'm here for him, all right?
Because I was keeping him out of trouble long before you ever came along.
We're gonna have to wash the money.
Oh, you're gonna wash it?
That means make it seem like it comes from legitimate sources.
Yeah, I know what money laundering is,
I'm just shocked that a tight-ass suit like you knows how to do it.
You know, I liked you a lot better
when you were just Nick's inappropriately hot housekeeper.
Hey!
Coop…
you remember Brett Sutter from my PwC days?
Didn't he get fired?
Well, he left to work with less palatable clients, right?
The kind that primarily deal in untraceable funds.
I'm pretty sure he can set us up.
Now, we convert the cash into crypto,
tumble it between wallets and generate fake invoices
to create evidence of a legitimate revenue stream.
Congratulations, I'm your business manager again.
What's his end?
I don't know. My guess, 20%.
Twenty percent? Fuck that.
That's off the gross.
Listen, if you guys wanna trust some scumbag with your money, that's fine.
He's not coming anywhere near mine.
Well, she's a bright ray of sunshine, isn't she?
Barney, what are you doing?
What are you talking about?
You shouldn't be getting involved in this.
You were my biggest client.
Are you looking to get back into legitimate business anytime soon?
No.
Then I'm getting involved.
I'll set the meeting.
Hello?
- We're going to be late. - Good morning.
No, you're not. You're never late.
Hey, are you gonna check your admissions portal today?
- Why? - What do you mean, "why"?
You're supposed to hear from Princeton any day now.
Okay, Mom.
Don't "Okay, Mom" me.
Okay, Mom.
- All right, I see what you did there. - Did you?
Irony is your love language.
And I love you too.
And then, depression set in.
Fuck.
No, no. You don't wanna see that.
It's split-level and dated.
Holly, can you give me a second?
Esperanza, can you get that?
We're in the bath, Miss Samantha!
Well, I went to a… a dinner party there two years ago,
and the space felt really great and big and open.
Okay. Great.
I will see you there tomorrow.
9:30. Right. Text me your coffee order.
- All right. Bye. - New business?
- Yeah. - Hell yeah.
Thanks for that. And for this.
Hey, it's just my way of saying "Thank you."
It's a pretty big bouquet.
It's a pretty big house.
Owen, you're very charming…
And humble. Right?
But I'm not going to date you.
Wow. Usually people wait for me to ask them out before they turn me down.
Look, I could see how I might seem to you
like someone who has their life together and, I mean…
No. Not really.
Well, everything you've been through, I'm sure you're a hot mess.
- Well, that's a fair assessment. - And it's very sexy.
So you just figured I was vulnerable, and lonely, and horny,
and desperate to please?
No, that's me.
No, I figured you'd have no patience for bullshit.
And you'd be open and honest with me, the way no one else around here is.
Well, I appreciate that.
And in that spirit, I'd just like to reiterate
- that I am not going to date-- - And you're so hot.
It's crazy, really. We can't deny that.
Thank you. But sadly, I am a committed spinster now.
I get it, really I do. I do.
Now, just give me a minute 'cause I'm gonna tell you
all the reasons why that's a terrible idea.
- Okay. - Terrible idea.
- Good night. - Thirty seconds.
Good night, Owen.
It's Ashe.
You know that girl?
Started at Mayfield last week.
Her dad is the superrich guy who threw the thing Mom and Dad went to.
Is she your year?
Yeah.
Well, go talk to her.
Why?
Because she's alone and it's what people do.
She looks busy.
Hey! New girl!
This is Hunter.
Do you wanna talk to him?
You're welcome.
Hunter Cooper, right?
I think we have bio together.
I'm Delilah Ashe.
Your sister is a lot, huh?
She's also kind of a know-it-all.
And surprisingly messy.
There's like, hair, everywhere.
All the time.
What are you drawing?
You.
- That's really good. - Thanks.
Where were you before this?
Schloss Krumbach.
It's a boarding school in Austria.
Why Austria?
No idea. You'd have to ask my father.
And I'm the last person who's gonna cape for Austria.
Shitty food and German is an impossible language.
So why'd you move here?
As far as I can tell,
my father's decided to try his hand at actually being a parent.
And I guess step one is,
like, completely uprooting and disrupting your daughter's life.
- And your mom? - She died when I was eight.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, the dead mother is kind of a conversation killer.
Are you here alone?
No. All my new friends should be getting here any second.
So are you gonna sit down, or what?
Hey.
What are you doing? We have a court in ten minutes.
You have your racket?
Maybe put on some clothes?
Come on, Dad. Princeton has already made its decision.
Okay, one more session isn't gonna make a difference.
I'm not worried about Princeton. I'm worried about me.
All right, you're gonna go away to college and I'm gonna lose my tennis buddy.
Come on. Let's…
Do not start acting like Mom.
She starts to cry every time she looks at me now.
Well, that's just abject disappointment.
Fair.
Can't we just stay here and do this instead?
And by this you mean nothing?
Exactly. But with intention.
I think I'm still hungover from Ashe's party.
Is that possible?
Of course it is. We're old as fuck.
My liver definitely is.
Shut your pretty young mouth.
Let us hags speak.
Excuse you, but I am the mother of an almost five-year-old.
Oh, sorry in advance for the birthday party tomorrow, guys.
It is gonna be as tacky as they come.
That's on me.
You can take the girl out of Long Island, but…
Just keep the pool covered so Diane doesn't decide to take another swim.
Okay.
I know I should be mortified, all right.
But I don't remember anything that happened after meeting Mr. Ashe, so…
But him you remember.
He does make quite an impression.
Really?
Yeah. I'm gay, not blind.
You know, Mel, he is single.
No, thank you.
Oh, come on, Mel.
It's been ages since you and Nick split.
Ashe is fresh meat.
No local baggage.
He's not my type.
Bullshit. He's everybody's type.
Come on, Mel.
Get you some horizontal refreshment.
You know with Tori off to college, you are one kid away from an empty nest.
We're not telling you to marry him, just have some fun.
Yeah, like that worked out so well the last time.
No one told you to move Nick into your house.
You can't just put your vag on a shelf, Mel.
- What? - At our age,
it's a use it or lose it proposition.
I am exclusively focused on my book.
I am like a monk.
You know those monks fuck each other.
What?
It's the robes. Easy access.
Is it weird that thinking about that is making me hungry?
- Yes. - I love you.
The buffet beckons.
Oh, geez.
Everything okay?
No.
I went on a date this last week
and my lady bits…
I don't know how to talk about this.
They… I think it's normal, but…
Oh, you bitch. You're just starting perimenopause?
I think so, right? 'Cause I can't sleep.
I'm sweating constantly, like, just drenched.
You're glowing.
I can't focus on my writing,
which could just be 'cause I suck at writing.
But…
Help?
Do hormone replacement therapy.
- Just like that? - No, it's totally safe.
I don't know.
You might feel differently when you start punching random people in the face.
What do you mean?
It happens.
You will feel the urge to murder people.
I tried to strangle my brother at a barbecue.
- Why? - No reason.
It's a personal choice.
So, either take hormones
or count myself out sexually from here until forever?
No, of course not.
There's so many more people I would've had sex with.
You could do the MonaLisa Touch.
The Mona… what?
It's a laser treatment to prevent vaginal atrophy.
- Yeah. - Vaginal…
Yeah, helps with the dryness. It promotes collagen growth.
It's expensive, but you can happily fuck your way into your 70s.
It just requires more maintenance.
Call my guy, I'm telling you.
Vaginal…
- Atrophy. - …atrophy?
He'll fix you right up.
Is that a medical term?
Hello. Yeah. Yeah. That's right. Great to meet you.
Syrup on eggs?
Don't food-shame me.
You told me to lay off pancakes altogether.
Well, that's not food-shaming.
It's fat-shaming.
That's okay, then, huh?
Oh, come on. Such a stellar role model.
- So good. - Oh, you think that's funny?
- You're gonna stuff pancakes in too? - Hi, Mel.
- Hey. - Jesus.
Where were you?
I could've used some backup in the sauna.
Oh, I just got my annual keratin.
So, two days before I can get my hair wet.
Why, what'd I miss?
They were trying to pimp me out.
Pimp… To whom?
- It's great to meet you. - Thank you. Glad you had a good time.
Yeah, we'll see you soon. I'm sure.
Yes. Yes, you should totally do that.
And by that, I mean him.
And by do, I mean fuck him so hard
until, like, things start to hurt.
- I get it. - Please, you know, for the rest of us.
I get it. Yep.
Your family is still eating.
This whole gratuitously lavish buffet, and you're going for wheat toast.
Want some cornflakes with that?
I'm a simple man.
I think both of us know that's not true.
Yeah? How do you mean?
Well. I mean, even if I wasn't good at reading people,
which I am by the way,
you, my friend, have complicated written all over you.
Well, as you already found out,
life didn't exactly work out the way it was planned.
Hey, I can relate, man.
Yeah, you seem pretty complicated yourself.
You have no idea.
I bet.
Well, the party was a hit. Everybody's talking about it.
It was good, right? It was fun.
- I can go a little overboard sometimes. - You think?
My therapist told me I have no concept of boundaries.
Of course, I was sleeping with her at the time.
- As one does. - Yeah.
But, as far as I can tell, you and I have a lot in common.
Including being the only single men in town who aren't NBA All-Stars.
I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.
- Know what I mean? - Yeah, well,
I'm afraid it's pretty slim pickings around here at Westmont Village.
It's pretty much a married crowd.
Shit, yeah.
I don't love dating married women.
I mean, the sex is great.
They seem like they have a lot to prove,
but then you gotta listen to them moaning about their shitty husbands
while you try to sleep.
And all of a sudden, they've turned a hot fling into another shitty marriage.
Toast.
Sounds like you have some experience in this arena.
I've been single longer than you.
And I'm a widower.
Women love a sad man.
Yeah, sad is not the vibe I get from you.
We should go out in the city sometime, you and me.
It'd be great. I'm a great wingman.
I'm not saying you need it. You don't need it.
You got the whole suburban James Bond thing working.
It's good.
I bet you get laid all the time, don't you?
I do too. But it's more because I throw money around.
Not in a sex worker kind of way.
Although if that's your thing, then, yeah, no judgment here.
I'm gonna get back to my kids.
I'll come with you.
- Okay. - Nice job on the toast.
Thanks.
You and Ashe look awfully buddy-buddy.
Yeah, he's a real one.
You know, he's got a lot of ideas for the gym.
Sounds like he may want to get involved.
If we do these next two locations right,
we won't have to take on any outside investment.
You can retain complete ownership.
Yeah, that's true.
And the way these endorsements are rolling in…
Hey, would you buy deodorant from me?
I would seriously…
- consider it. - You would?
So, how well do you know this guy?
Better than you know Nick's housekeeper.
- Elena. - I know her name.
Seriously, what were you thinking?
She had a gun on me.
Oh, she carries a gun.
Great.
- Hey. - Hey. Get over here, Choi.
- Good to see you. - How's the wife?
- The kids? All good? - All good.
Hey. How's Denise?
Long gone, my friend. She absconded to Florida with her personal trainer.
- I'm sorry to hear that, man. - Yeah. Thank God for prenups, right?
- Brett Sutter. - Hey. Andrew Cooper.
You look a lot better than your mug shot.
- I would hope so. - I don't mean anything by it.
I couldn't pretend I didn't know who you were.
Well, Coop was acquitted.
Doesn't matter to me.
Find me a client without a body, right?
Hey, thanks for coming by, fellas.
I find these conversations are better had in a controlled environment.
Come on. Sit down.
So, Coop, Barney tells me you need the fluff and fold treatment.
Well, I'm not sure exactly what I need.
Coop's come into an unexpected windfall.
You know, we can't source it completely,
but need it for legitimate expenses.
And this unexpected, unsourceable money we imagine it's gonna keep coming?
Yeah.
All right. Here's how I'd do it.
Barney, you're the courier.
Now, you deposit the funds in my crypto exchange
on behalf of some dummy finance company.
I use a proven series of hops,
mixers and bridges to obscure the origin of the money.
Eventually, you invoice me from an LLC you set up.
Invoice you for what?
Well, you're consulting for me.
Well, not me. For one or two companies I own.
And I remit taxable payments to your company.
Minus my commission.
- And how much is that? - Thirty.
Bullshit. Twenty.
Thirty is industry-standard.
I must've missed that in the newsletter.
I'll do it for a quarter.
Deal. What's the lead time on this?
After we set up your dummy wallets… like that.
I'm gonna get you boys some whiskeys.
We can get into the dirty details, all right?
I'll come up with something else.
It's no problem, Marcia.
I don't wanna be difficult, but…
Please, you're not being difficult. You mean, you want what you want.
I mean, I love the house,
but, at this price point, I just need to be reassured
that we're not gonna be limited by zoning restrictions
once we start renovating. How do we get clarity on that?
You know what? Let me do some digging on my end and I'll get back to you soon.
- Okay, great. That'd be wonderful. - Okay.
- Thank you. - Yep. Okay, bye.
Bye.
Fuck it.
I mean, he didn't even…
Oh, my God.
- Did you know she was coming? - I sure didn't.
I definitely didn't ask.
- Babe, don't. - Just give me a second.
Sam, wait.
Sam!
Was Henry the only kid in class who wasn't invited?
It wasn't meant to be such a big thing. It just… It kind of blew up.
He just lost his father, Maggie.
- Do you have even an ounce of compassion? - Of course I do.
Look, it's a complicated situation.
There are a lot of raw feelings.
Oh, my God. He is a five-year-old boy.
No one would've cared if he was here.
It wasn't Henry we were worried about.
I could've sent him with someone else.
What was I supposed to do? Invite him and not you?
Yes!
Because that would've only been moderately shitty of you.
Instead, you decide to exclude a five-year-old boy
who's still reeling from his father's suicide.
- Sam-- - He thinks Daisy is his best friend.
I don't think you appreciate the position you've put us all in.
This is because of Mel.
That's not what I said.
Jesus Christ, it feels like I'm in high school all over again.
Did you frame someone for murder in high school?
Fuck you, Maggie.
And you can tell yourself all the lies you want,
but there's no version of this
where you didn't just take a cheap shot at a little boy.
He didn't do anything to anyone.
I know.
- I wish it didn't have to be this way. - That's the thing, Maggie.
It doesn't.
Hey, buddy.
All right.
Easy. Hi.
Hey, buddy. Are you friendly?
Are you friend…
Hey! Hey!
Go shit in your own yard!
Shoo!
Get the fuck outta here.
Shoo!
Fucking dumbass.
Yeah, you better run.
- Mel. Hi. - Hi, Brienne.
This is a surprise.
Hey, did you just work out or something?
No.
Well, you just have a little moisture. Moisture right there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right there. - Just walked all the way over.
Okay. Hi. Is… Is everything okay?
Yeah. Ish.
Did you and Clay happen to just buy a dog?
Arlo.
Yes. We didn't buy him.
We rescued him.
He was sent back twice, and then given to a kill shelter.
I mean, can you believe that?
Yes. No.
- The thing is, your dog… - Arlo.
- Arlo is using my backyard as a toilet. - Yeah.
Really?
Well, I'm sorry about that.
I'm thrilled that he's found his forever home,
but if you could just make sure he stays in his forever yard…
We will definitely try.
The thing with mastiffs is that they tend to wander,
and they kind of prefer to, like, roam free, you know?
In the English countryside in the 19th century,
but we're in Westchester now.
Yeah, I will do my best.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming by!
Hey.
You look different.
No shit. I'm also itchy and lightly nauseous.
I don't know why.
It's just some stuffy elitist prep school.
No offense.
- They're gonna judge me. - No. You'll be great.
You think so?
Not at the interview part.
- But at the teaching, yeah. - Okay.
- Hey, Hunter. - Hey.
Wassup?
Delilah, this is my aunt, Ali.
The singer?
You talked about me?
It's nice to meet you.
You too.
Delilah.
Cool.
Well, I am just gonna go stand over there and sweat my balls off.
Is she okay?
Unclear.
So this is a lot,
but my dad got me insane floor seats to see The Walkmen at the Beacon tonight.
You're kidding. I love The Walkmen.
He's feeling guilty for all the moving around, so he's trying to buy me friends.
So I guess my question for you is, are you for sale?
Oh, yeah. You had me at floor seats.
Great. We'll pick you up at 5:00.
Give me your info.
Hey, Hunter.
Hey.
Hi. I'm Morgan.
Are you new here?
Yes. I'm Delilah.
I just transferred in.
With three months left of school?
I like to up the degree of difficulty wherever I can.
I love your boots.
Thanks.
Ms. Cooper?
Dr. Seelbach is ready for you.
Okay.
Hunter?
Hey, do I have anything in my teeth?
- All clear. - Are you sure?
- 'Cause I had kale salad for lunch… - Bye.
…with a little tuna. How's my breath?
Good luck in there.
Good luck out here.
Surprise!
You got in.
- I never doubted you for a second. - Way to go, honey.
- Cupcakes. - Baby, have a cupcake.
Wait, how… How could you know that I got in?
I checked your Common app.
You left your password on our iCloud.
You had no right to do that.
Hey, she just wanted to get ahead of it so we could surprise you.
Why don't you seem excited?
Well, she's probably in shock.
I mean, look at this fuss.
Hey, what's going on?
I was gonna talk to you guys about this.
About what?
I'm not going to Princeton.
I already declined.
Surprise.
- Tori. - Whoa, whoa. Mel.
No.
Baby, talk to us.
- What's going on? - I told you, I declined the offer.
What do you mean you declined the offer? That's not funny.
Do you see me laughing?
If you were having doubts, why didn't you tell us?
Because I knew it would pretty much go like this.
- Tori Cooper, you-- - Okay. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Let's calm down, please.
- Did you know about this? - Of course I didn't know about this.
- What… - What is happening here?
- Did something happen? - No.
- What are you not telling us? - Nothing, Mom.
You're just not accepting what I am telling you.
Of course I'm not accepting it.
You just spent the last four years working your ass off to get in.
Now, suddenly overnight you decide you don't wanna go?
Is there another college
- that you wanted to choose? - What?
No. I don't know if I wanna go to college at all.
Okay. I'm not following.
Do you have any idea what she's talking about?
I'm making my way up to it. Yes, I'm trying to figure it out.
Tori, do you think you might be more comfortable talking about it with me?
- Mom. - I'm just trying to help.
No, thank you. We've got it.
It doesn't look that way to me.
- Okay, thanks. - Wow.
Guys, let's all push pause, huh?
I get that you clearly have a lot on your mind right now.
Maybe you could've shared some of this information with us a little bit earlier.
But why don't we three go somewhere
and sit down and try to figure out what's going on?
Nothing's going on.
I'm just…
I'm not sure that I want the same things that you guys want for me.
Tori. Us wanting you to go to college isn't some outrageous thing.
It's college.
Everything has always been about what you guys want.
You've never once bothered to ask me if it's what I wanted.
Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry, all right?
This is… This is us asking, what do… what do you want?
I don't know.
Oh, my God.
Are you pregnant?
Fuck, Mom!
Hey, I…
- I'm talking to you. - Pregnant? Are you fucking serious?
I'm sorry. It just came out.
- Can you wait a minute? Hey. - Stop, Mom.
Oh, my God. Tori!
- Jesus Christ. - Oh, my goodness. Sweetie.
- Jesus! Are you all right? - I'm fine.
- Did you hit your head? - It's fine. I'm fine.
- Yeah. - So sorry, sweetheart.
Okay, can we just talk about something else, please?
Hey…
I'm gonna be teaching at Mayfield now.
You got the job?
Yeah. They hired me on the spot.
I would've told you all sooner, but I didn't wanna step on Tori's thing,
and since it's no longer a thing…
Surprise.
I thought we talked about this.
- We did and I told her-- - What is that now?
- Nothing. It's… - Nothing.
He was worried it might be too much for you. I disagreed.
Hey, Andy, quick question.
- What the fuck? - Okay. You know what?
Thanks for that. Thank you.
All right, so you're trying to control Ali too.
Does anyone ever age out, or is it just your plan to control us all forever?
Tori, I just wanna say this is the same age that Ali was
when she started to rebel, and look what happened to her.
- Mom. Mom. Not… - There it is.
- Not a great time for this. - Don't pay any attention to her.
- We're very proud of you. - I'm just trying to help.
Yeah, maybe try a little less, dear.
You just can't handle the fact that I'm not following the exact path you did.
Sweetheart, college is where you go to find your path.
Right, okay. And how has that worked out for you and Dad?
What? Because we… Because our marriage didn't work out?
- Is that what this is about? - No, your lives didn't work out.
Okay, you lost your job.
You both did.
And now, you're starting over and Mom thinks she's gonna write a book.
Okay. Tori, cool it, all right?
Okay. So, what is your grand plan?
I don't have a plan yet.
You're not giving me any room to breathe or figure it out.
I need some air.
- Baby, I-- - Don't follow me.
Hey.
She's doing this to punish us.
It might not be about us.
Of course it's about us.
Look at the last year she's had.
This is a classic trauma response to the whole mess you got us into.
Really?
I'm sorry. I'm just… just spinning out here.
Maybe there is something to what Tori is actually saying.
- You're on her side? - I'm not on anyone's side.
I'm not taking sides. I'm just saying, let's hear her out.
This is not the time to treat her like a rational actor.
She's being reckless and rebellious and she's gonna blow up her whole life.
Maybe. And maybe we have to let her.
Don't do that.
This isn't Ali.
You can't tell me not to parent my own daughter, our daughter.
You have the wrong driveway.
They're here for me.
- What do you mean? - Just going to a concert with Delilah.
Excuse me, with who?
Hey, hey.
Hey, Delilah, say hi.
Coop. Melanie. Great to see ya.
I'll have him home by midnight, maybe.
- Hey. - Hey.
Sorry about that and this and everything to come.
Trust me, it's way better than what's going on in my house.
Hey, Hunter! You ready to rock?
Dad, please take it down several notches.
What was that? Sorry, I can't hear you.
You're like a mile away.
Maybe just call me.
I don't trust that guy.
Certainly is friendly.
Where are you going?
To find her and get to the bottom of this.
Just give her some space, huh?
I know you mean well,
but getting parenting advice from you is really hard right now.
Yeah, and your way is working really well.
If you wanna be helpful, go in there and get rid of your family.
I'm just… Not you, Ron.
Course not.
Hey, Dad.
Sorry you had to witness that.
That?
That was nothing.
It's hard when you reach the point where
you can't protect your kids the way you used to.
Not from the world, not from their own choices.
I'm her father. If I can't protect her, then who?
Well, it's not that you can't. It's that she won't let you.
Because you've raised a smart and fiercely independent daughter.
Which doesn't mean she is not gonna screw up. She will, a lot.
And that's when being a father becomes really tricky,
because it's no longer about telling her what to do.
It's about finding a way to let go while still keeping everyone close.
She's making choices that are gonna wreck her life.
That's the hardest part because your job is no longer to stop her.
Your job is to stay on the sidelines.
Just make sure she knows you're there for her
when she realizes she needs you.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
Thanks.
- You coming? - Give me five more minutes.
I could use a break from your mother.
Jesus. Take ten.
Fuck you!
Not you.
I was dealing with an aching back and a familial clusterfuck.
So, I wasn't really in the mood to work,
but this job didn't come with sick days or paid family leave.
And the fact was,
I knew Ashe and his daughter were out for the night
and that he hadn't staffed up yet.
So, there was a window we couldn't ignore.
I also knew his house had a lot of doors,
and he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do a circuit
to make sure they were all locked.
Okay, I got a door.
You're absolutely positive there's no security system installed yet?
He is taking bids from Héctor's company and two others next week.
Staff?
I already told you he hired Hennah's cousin,
and she starts tomorrow.
You're being quiet.
It's been a long night.
- You wanna talk about it? - Not particularly.
Good. Let's talk about Barney then.
What about him?
I just… I don't understand why you wanna bring more people into this.
Because he's right.
If we keep working at this clip,
we're gonna need to find some way
to make all this money we're earning look legit.
Otherwise, we're gonna be sitting on piles of cash that we can't use.
Well, where I live, cash is still king.
We might not need Barney yet,
but there's only so much money you can stuff under a mattress.
I don't know, Coop.
It sounds to me like you're still trying to have it both ways.
What is that supposed to mean?
You're a thief and you want a 401(k).
I think you need to decide who you are and be that person.
I contain multitudes.
Multitudes of bullshit.
All right. Elena, look.
Barney is consulting for us like Héctor. And you're my only partner.
Fine.
Maybe it is time that I got the white guy treatment,
like you and Barney.
Okay. You know, Barney is not white.
Does he know that?
Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth.
Signed, first edition, first printing, American issue
with frontispiece and seven illustrated plates.
Pristine condition, with an estimated value of up to $115,000 at auction.
And it's not even her masterpiece, that would be The Age of Innocence.
That one that made her the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
Well, she technically only won after the jury's original selection,
Sinclair Lewis's Main Street, was disqualified.
Not that it mattered to collectors like Ashe.
Who had almost certainly never even cracked the spine.
These books were purchased by the yard, probably by a book stylist.
Just another way to dress his walls with appreciating assets.
- Coop. - Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
I'm coming out.
All right. You're showing some healthy gains,
but you need to diversify a little bit more.
And for God's sake, stop investing in T-bills.
You're just leaving money on the table.
You get that SEP IRA set up yet?
Talk to her.
You need the shelter.
Quit rabble-rousing, Coop.
What do you have for me today?
Edith Wharton.
First edition.
Excellent condition.
Well, I can move this.
I always preferred Jane Austen myself.
I would not have called that.
We were all young once.
What about you?
I'm more of a movie guy.
That's what's wrong with your generation.
No appreciation for the finer arts.
Speaking of, did you find a buyer for the Bacon yet?
Still too hot.
The owner has done everything short of alerting Interpol
that it was stolen.
You're gonna have to sit on it for a while.
Maybe even another year.
What if I don't have another year?
Then you'll probably end up in prison.
Hey, Barney. I'm right in the middle of something.
Can I call you back in like ten?
Okay, but actually call me back for once.
I may have found a solution to our little logistics problem.
Sorry about that.
Always be closing, right?
Mamet. Nice.
Thank you for this. I have to get back to work.
- Sidney. - Later, Frank.
Harvey, I often wish I were deaf and wore a hearing aid.
With a simple flick of a switch,
I could shut out the greedy murmur of little men.
J.J., I need your ear for two minutes.
- Mac! - Yes?
I don't want this man at my table…
I've got a message from your sister.
Hey, Coop.
Ashe, what are you doing here?
Hey, did Hunter have a good time at the show?
He's a really, really nice kid.
Little quiet, but polite.
And I think my daughter may have a little crush on him.
Is there something I can help you with?
I don't mean to be rude, but I got a bunch of calls and…
Yeah.
Remember when I told you you're a complicated guy?
Yeah.
Well, it turns out, I had no idea how complicated.