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appointment to see that motherf***er!

And what he say to do, you gonna do.

- I'll do as I please.

- I done took away that right.

Man, I'm gonna see the

police, I'm gonna tell 'em...

I'm gonna tell 'em you kidnapping me.

I know every police in this precinct.

Get you locked up on possession,

take days to even think about

remembering to give you a phone call.

So what you gonna do, do the jail route

or the doctor route?

I needed to tell someone.

By all means.

Look, the last thing I

wanted was for you to...

Then... then why do you do specifically

what I asked you not to do?

Because I am scared and

bewildered and confused.

What do you think I am?

- If he says it's...

- Then we tell them.

How?

When? What does one even...

This is what I am talking about.

Why I wanted to speak to

someone who's been a parent.

My parent who knows our kids.

Mrs. Zarrow?

Is this at all related to the fertility?

Adam asked the same question.

There are some studies that

suggest a connection between

progesterone and ovarian cancer

but a large majority

that makes none.

The truth of the matter is we... we

won't know for a couple of decades

given the uptick in the use of those drugs.

- It will have been worth it.

- Let's not go there.

I'm gonna have to agree

with your husband.

Dr. Nachtigal will

assist. He's extraordinary.

And it's...

- Friday.

- Friday.

The earliest I could get.

- Uh, Jill, Adam?

- Hi, Ray.

You guys have a couple of minutes?

We're leaking on you again?

No. And I got your check.

- I'm gonna go up if that's okay.

- Yeah.

Thi... this will just take a

couple of minutes, I promise.

Really, Ray, it's not a good time.

It's about your kids.

What's of course hypocritical

is we're all alike.

How's that?

Over-educated, irrepressibly ambitious.

Moved out to the suburbs,

thought it would be perfect

but without the bank or

the law firm or whatever

what's left, but to polish our children

and obsess over every little offense.

More?

I think I'll switch to wine.

Stems are in the left cabinet.

You know her math challenged son

already says he's going to mommy's college?

- What college?

- Princeton.

Of course.

It's utterly heinous,

the level of entitlement.

As if I would already

know that Allie and Angie

were going to Dartmouth.

This is good.

I'll send you the website.

From all over the world right to your door.

The shipping fees are less

than what the taxes would be.

What I will say is next to no caregivers

all moms... but still

I thought by leaving Manhattan

I was through with it.

This is worse because all

of the conniving and ambition

are less artfully concealed.

Don't lose sight of how lucky you are.

Morning on the other side of the world!

- That will be husband.

- I'll check on the girls.

Thanks, Mere.

- Hello!

- Angie?

Oh, you know, just keeping it all moving.

About to have dinner.

Meredith came out.

I know.

How's China?

Well, what do you want me to ask you?

I know.

Allie is sick, but it will pass.

When are you coming back?

No, no, everything is fine. I'm just...

You do want to come home though.

Promise?

No, I know, sure.

Girls, it's your dad!

May I call you once I put them down?

Okay, I-I'll try anyway.

Here.

Hi, daddy.

Immediately.

Mm.

Hello there.

I beg your pardon.

Can't a man greet a woman in the street?

Is it Friday?

Just mixing things up.

You were going to call.

Did you have lunch with Adam?

- What did he want?

- To catch up.

Where were you headed?

I'm craving chocolate.

Mind if I join?

You lecture today?

Schopenhauer's take on erotic striving.

By my age, he was living with poodles.

He said, "Marriage was to

reach into a sack of snakes

and find an eel."

Mine is a life in which

the thinkers I admire

contradict the reality I inhabit.

Well, that's a relief.

I'm gonna retire.

What?

At the end of the year.

My spring-load is light, then I'm done.

And you're telling me this

on a chance walk to the deli?

- When else?

- Why?

I always said when I was done I'd know it.

I've been suspicious for some time.

- Suspicion is hardly...

- I'm certain.

What are you gonna do?

Wake up and not have any idea.

I've got a decade left, maybe 2.

I want possibility.

It's all you've ever done.

And my life has been incredibly fulfilling.

I've been decent, honest, loyal.

- I've worked hard.

- Yes.

I've also been perpetually

and resolutely safe.

It's a threshold, Marcia.

There for a moment, then gone.

I've spent my life delving

into what it all means.

I wanna see for myself

without the reassurance of young adoration.

And will it be alright

if I still adore you?

More essential than ever.

Let's get you chocolate.

I really think we should give it an hour.

- A half hour even.

- Not happening.

Just to put it in perspective.

Particularly with the

sort of week it's been.

Hal! Ella!

Get your asses down here.

If you're gonna interrogate us like this

which based on the stories

you and dad have told us

will be patently hypocritical...

I swear to you, Hal, if you don't cut

the lawyerly bullshit, I

am gonna smack you so hard

you're gonna come to in New Jersey.

Jill...

Answer the question.

Once a week? More?

Three times? Every day?

Again, I'm sorry, I reject

the inquisitional tone.

Hal, if you ever wanted to do me a favor

just play ball here.

What the hell is going on?

You've been getting

baked daily it would seem

in full view of our neighbors.

But why the rage and hysteria?

Why do you cry every

day for the last 3 weeks?

- Ella, please.

- Seriously, you guys must have...

Oh, my God, it's all crashing down.

Guys, answer the question.

Fine. At least daily.

Even more than that. Whenever possible.

- Where do you get it?

- Mm-mm.

You're telling us, Hal.

Not unless you want me changing schools.

A kid in your class?

Yeah, would you rather

I buy it on the streets?

Would that make you feel better?

It's pot, dad.

Ultimately less potent

than the 4 glasses of wine

you drink every night.

And I'm first in my class by miles

what the f*** difference does it make?

Don't disrespect your father.

Did you seriously just say disrespect?

What is going on here?

Anyone?

Go ahead.

A tumor has been discovered on

one of your mother's ovaries.

Oh, sh*t.

She is having a

procedure this Friday.

They'll have her in the

hospital for the night

and in bed for a lot of the weekend.

So I think you can understand

why the timing of this...

So, um, I'm sorry, as

in, uh, as in malignant?

Jesus, Hal!

Possibly, yes.

It's largely now, it's just a

question of whether it's spread.

Look, guys, whatever

happens, we're gonna deal.

I know.

Just stop smoking pot

on the roof or anywhere.

We will.

You promise?

I promise.

You know this motherf***er

think I'm crazy, right?

Crazy is a tricky word, Joe.

You hear this sh*t?

Been dealing with that since grade school.

Motherf***er twists every word

that comes out of your mouth.

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