After dropping Brandi off at the airport to fly home to her schemy boyfriend, Chuck, with a ticket I paid for no less, only to discover her hours later at Raf's with her head in his lap, no less, an idea has formed, a realization if you will. I don't know. Anyway, here it is: My family will be the death of me and I don't mean in that "you kids will rue the day kind of way." No. I'm talking about knocking on Heaven's door, charge the beach at Normandy, shuffle off that mortal coil deceased but the real epiphany is I have absolutely no say in the matter. I wonder why I'm not more upset?
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
Mary. Oh, Sweetheart. I didn't know. But... To be fair, you make it impossible for people to know. Y-y-you come home and say y-you're fine... You're just a little tired... Which is pretty much how you come home everynight. How are people supposed to know what you're going through?
People aren't. Why does everyone have to know what everyone else is going through? It seems intrusive.
Sharing the details of our lives... Is how we connect to the world.
The world is full of assholes. Why would I want to connect with that?
Oh, honey... You don't have to open up to the whole world. You just have to open up with someone.
That first week after he left, you were so distraught. You thought it was your fault. That you had done something to make him go away. I just wanted to make you feel better. I made up this story about how you were daddy's favorite. How he loved you the most, and you had this special bond that couldn't be broken no matter how far away he was. The truth is, he loved you like he loved the rest of us. No more, no less. I'm sorry we were lying to you then, and I'm sorry about having to tell you the truth now. But I thought you would eventually realize what a fairytale this all was.
Oh, mom. That must have been so hard for you. Wait. I want to share something with you. Stay there. [Leaves the room]
[To Brandi] I needed to do that. It was necessary.
I think it's good that she heard it.
Sorry, you don't get to rewrite history. [Puts wooden box on the table]
What's that?
Open it.
What are these?
Letters I've received from daddy over the last twenty years or so. How many has he sent you guys?
What's going on, Stan?
Her name is Eleanor Prince. She was the administrator to the FBI HQ in Phoenix for eight years. Her husband was a field agent and got killed last year in an auto accident.
You realize Mary is going to have a problem with this.
It crossed my mind. You have to get her to accept Eleanor.
Shall I teach her to levitate while I'm at it? Come on. You know Mary doesn't like new people.
[Det. Dershowitz and Marshall hugged] What the hell was that?
We bonded over your near death experience.
And you became black in the process?
Honorary
It's very exciting.
[sarcastically] I'll bet.
Actually I'm in a really good mood... which is kind weird if you consider where I was 48-hours ago; and then I have a witness off herself; and if that's not bad enough I have to play second fiddle to a guy like you.
Thanks for lumping me in with kidnapping, attempted rape, and suicide, can't tell you how much that means.
So do you like any of them for this?
It's hard to find a motive for murder. I suppose any of them could have assisted.
When I kill my mother there will be no doubt as to who did it.
Can I get you anything, chief?
Um, no. No, thank you.
Sir, you didn't do anything wrong. They were both out of line.
Mrs. Prince. When I came into this office ten years ago I had twice as many inspectors handling half as many witnesses and it was still too many, which is why I'm so grateful you're here. I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but when I want an opinion on matters of my inspectors, I'll ask. Okay?
Are you sure I can't get you anything?
Yeah, a cup of coffee would be great.
Second bottle, mom?
For those keeping score.
[To Marshall] Second bottle is the ironic Jinx. You want to be gone by number three.
Say no more, and you go to bed.
Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I'm fine.
I know, and you need to remember that. Whatever's happening inside your head needs to happen. Now just let it flow. Be the river.
Don't be a retard. I can't be the river.
You can be the river!
Okay, but not today. Tomorrow I'll be the river.
That a girl.
[Voiceover] My addled brain tries to connect the dots, wondering how it is we've come to this place. Cold, stark blue-light lodging, indifferent to hope, desire, love, lacking all but the most basic amenities. ... Perhaps this stainless steel and formaldehyde rest stop stands as a post-mortem reminder ... a kind of finger-wagging, refrigerated warning hung for all to see. ... For those inclined to feed the bears, beat the light, traverse thin ice, run with scissors, get rich quick: Here but for the grace of God goes you.
It’s been said neurotics build castles in the sky, psychotics live in them and psychiatrists collect the rent. I wonder who they call for home repair?
Man, oh, man, O'Connor. You FBI guys. I've been on the job for five years. I don't even have a cubicle. You've been in town, what, six minutes? You have a private office? Now how is that fair? By the way, I was just wondering when you think I can expect a crew at my house to fix your mess.
OCAgent O'Connor
Actually, I was just going to call you about that. I'm looking into the first of week of when hell freezes over. Does that work for you? Because if not I can reschedule.
No, that's about what I expected. Yeah, so in the meantime I'll just store some of my stuff here. [Dumps a box full of sheetrock and insulation on O'Connor's desk] Does that work for you?
Okay, you know what, Eleanor? I've tried to be nice. Cut you some slack because you're new, but this is it. I've had it.
I'm sorry, when was it that you tried to to be nice? I must have missed that.
Yeah, probably because nothing can penetrate that helmet of hairspray and noxious cloud of perfume surrounding you.
Excuse me.
What?!
Inspector, certain other persons around here might be afraid of you, walk on egg shells. God forbid anyone should upset her highness, but I'm not one of them. You are a bully and you're spoiled and for some reason you have been given a pass on rude behavior, but I won't put up with it. It's unacceptable.
You think I give a rat's ass what you will or won't put up with, Eleanor?
Amnesia, huh?
Don't you dare laugh.
I would never. Although, it is surprising this hasn't happened before, considering how many people would like to forget they ever met you.
Took you a long time to think of that one, didn't it?
Almost an hour.
[Speaking to witness Jerry Royal] I know you want to be brave. I know you do. Everybody does.
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