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proceedings tend to favor the mother,

we also realize, perhaps now more than

ever, that it is not in a child's best interest

to deprive him or her

of an obviously loving father.

However, since at the present time Mr Hillard

has no place to live and no employment,

it is the court's ruling

to award sole custody to Mrs Hillard.

- Congratulations.

- No.

Mr Hillard will have visitation rights

every Saturday.

- Can't you do something?

- He's made his decision.

Isn't it traditional

to say "I object" or something?

Your Honor, please.

Every Saturday? That's one day a week.

That's not enough.

I have to be with my children. It's not

a question. I have to be with them, sir. Please.

I know it seems like a lot,

but for me it's not enough. Really.

I haven't been away from 'em for more than

one day since the day they were born.

- Mr Hillard, this ruling is only temporary.

- Oh, good.

I will assign a court liaison

to oversee your case.

There will be a continuance

of these proceedings in 90 days.

- I'm giving you three months, Mr Hillard.

- Thank you.

Three months in which to get a job,

keep it and create a suitable home.

If this proves to be a possibility for you,

I will consider a joint-custody arrangement

when we reconvene. We're adjourned.

Well, it looks like there is

a little light at the end of our tunnel.

- That's all my stuff.

- This is all my fault.

God, no. Why would you think that?

I should have never had a birthday, Dad.

- This never would have happened.

- Yes, it would.

It was an accident waiting to happen, OK?

You did nothing wrong. You got that?

OK, gimme five.

You're the man of the house now.

Don't be messy.

- You can't go now.

- Honey, I have to.

We're in the middle of Charlotte's Web.

Who's gonna finish it?

Well, Grandma will finish it for you.

She's not as good. She always skips parts,

and she never does the voices.

She smells funny, too.

That's the formaldehyde.

That's why Granny's so well preserved.

Hey, come here.

It's the same as always.

We just have a really big backyard, OK?

- I love you.

- I love you.

I'll miss you. Saturday comes real quick.

- I'll miss you.

- Ditto.

Oh, Dad...

- Take care of her.

- OK.

Goodbye.

Thanks for the time, warden.

Bye, Dad.

As your court liaison,

I will be looking at two things.

- Your living environment...

- It's more like a habitat, really.

And I will be coming by on Monday

and Friday evenings to inspect it.

Well, I'll put on a chicken.

And there's always the job issue.

This is the nearest employment office. I took

the liberty of making an appointment for you.

- Thank you.

- By the way, do you have any special skills?

Oh, yes. I do.

I do voices.

What do you mean, you do voices?

Well, I do voices.

Yes!

We're looking for intelligent life.

Oops, mistake!

Happy to be in America.

Don't ask for a green card.

I want you in the worst way.

This is certainly a rough meeting.

It's not going very well for me.

Hey, boss, give her a chance.

She's gonna loosen up any moment.

Look at me, Moneypenny.

I want to undo that bow and get to know you.

I'm crazy to make a deal with you!

Nancy and I are still looking for

the other half of my head.

They're doin' it!

I'm sittin' on a gold mine!

Don't make me smack you, sweetheart.

I do a great impression of a hot dog.

Mr Hillard, do you

consider yourself humorous?

I used to.

There was a time when I found myself funny.

But today you have proven me wrong.

Thank you.

Listen, bottom line...

I need to be with my children,

and I'll do anything to do that.

You just tell me what to do.

- Excuse me. You Tony?

- That's me.

Hi. I'm Daniel Hillard, the actor.

Follow me.

Oh, films! Will I be

introducing these movies on air?

- Not exactly.

- What do I do?

You take all these cans.

You box 'em and you ship 'em.

Then you box those cans over there.

Ship them. Then more will come in.

You box those, you ship those.

Any questions?

After you box 'em...?

You ship 'em.

Lots of luck, smartass.

I think I made a friend.

- Miranda.

- Stu!

Hello, Miranda.

- It's been a long time.

- Yes.

Mr Dunmeyer's come by

to look over your sketches.

Let me show you to the conference room.

As you probably know,

the estate was built in 1876.

These sketches are meant to reflect

your desire to have it completely restored.

You look better than ever.

The lobby will resemble a music salon with

inspiration from the French Second Empire.

I was thinking a 17th-century grand piano...

I've been following your career

these past couple of years.

A tufted sofa, a Flemish tapestry,

a brass-bound Regency-style table...

I'd love to get reacquainted. Catch up.

Mantel clocks.

Fringed, upholstered chairs, heavy drapes.

Can we talk? Over dinner, maybe?

Stuart, thank you. I...

I'm at the beginning of a divorce.

It just didn't work out.

- Oh, Miranda, I'm sorry.

- You don't have to say that.

No, really. I mean, I never

held any grudges or anything. I just...

Well, I always hoped you'd find happiness.

Oh, God, that's so nice.

I was just worried my coming in here

might scare you off the project.

No, no. Of course not. I...

I'm a professional. I'm...

I was flattered that you thought of me

after all these years and everything.

Yeah, everything.

Well... Ancient history.

Yeah.

I'm late.

I've got a meeting over at the bank.

Can we talk maybe later in the week?

- Sure.

- Good.

It's good to see you again.

Good, huh?

I know the place

doesn't look like much now, but...

It'll be OK. How do you like it?

- Nice.

- It's OK.

Detestable.

Hey, just give me some time.

I'm not too comfortable

with this new lifestyle.

Neither are we.

I know it's hard, sweetie.

Can't you just tell Mom you're sorry?

Wish I could.

You know, grown-up problems...

They're a little more complicated, Nattie.

How is the old battle-axe?

- Your mom.

- She's fine.

Oh. I'm glad to hear that.

I'd hate to think that she came down

with amoebic dysentery or piles.

What's amoebic dysentery?

It's an infection in your tummy

where you get diarrhoea for ever.

- Diarrhoea for ever?

- And your body dries up and you die.

- You die?

- You don't have to be so graphic with her.

- I read about it in a science book.

- Why would you want Mommy to die?

Oh, honey, I don't want Mommy to die.

Then why did you say that?

Look, Dad, you're not trying very hard.

We only get to come here once a week.

That's not very much.

You're right. I'm sorry. I'll try harder.

Nattie, I'll think good thoughts, OK?

- About Mommy?

- I'll try. I really will.

- And call her a princess.

- Oh, yes.

And right now I feel like a toad.

Daddy's a toad.

- That's Mom.

- Can't be. She's an hour early.

Come on, Nattie, we gotta go.

No, no! Come on, sit down.

Sit down!

You don't have to run off

when she honks the horn.

Come on, you're on my time now.

You're my goddamn kids, too!

Come on.

Hi.

Oh, Daniel... Charming.

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