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"we'll shut the door.we'll callone of these storage places, and they'll come get itall at once." "well,that seems silly to paysome guys to move this junkfrom one spot to another, and then pay them to ke--no." "no!" "this is it!" "this is it." "this is the money i need formy new office-- a garage sale!" "i really wannasee the merchandisebefore it starts." "relax,j.lo." "we'll havea private sale just for you." "hey,i need stufffor my apartment." "well,i wouldn't gettoo excited." "it's just a bunch of fishingrods and fruit crates and stuff." "where you see crates,i see furniture." "hey,hold one a second." "that's my temp agency." "can i call you back?" "yeah.sure." "hello?" "this is rebecca." "yeah,yeah." "sure,i can work today." "okay,10... industry... i'm sorry.what company is this?" "are you insane?" "you think you can just order melike something on a menu?" "well,i have filing needs,and i was gonnaorder a temp anyway." "you can't just drag me into yourlife whenever you feel like it." "well,you could've said no." "i did.they said they'd fire meif i didn't show up." "rebecca,i just thoughtit would be-- mom,you lied to meabout who my father is, and you really think that justby having me work here, everything's suddenlygonna be okay?" "seriously?" "well-- well,frankly,i don't know why you'redoing a temp job." "you have the $2 millioni gave you." "i don't want that money,i told you,just like i don't wantto see you." "well,i wanna see you." "i mean,you don't returnmy phone calls." "you-- you don't answermy e-mails." "so i didthe pushy maternal thing." "i took a pagefrom nora's playbook." "oh,stop alwayscomparing yourself to her." "you're right.she has five children,saul." "i only have you,and i want to see your facefrom time to time." "i'm not giving up on us." "where are these filesyou want me to organize?" "judy at the front desk--she'll show you them." "you know,i love that we'rein a good place these days, but i'm starting to wonderif you just don't wantto go into ojai." "well,sexwith my beautiful wifeor going to work?" "tough call." "i just figured with both sarahand saul gone, you'd be working even more." "well,there's no one theresecond-guessingmy every decision, so the work gets donein half the time." "have you talked to sarahat all?" "no,not since she quit." "even though i,uh,saved ojaiand she stormed out,she's holding a grudge." "you know sarah." "maybe you should call her." "or she should call me." "look,i gotta gobefore we set some new record." "oh,look at us." "what could be better,huh?" "a tommy lker dollwith little pins to stick in his eyes." "that's not fair." "if it weren't for tommykicking us out ofthe family business, this glorious daywouldn't be possible." "that's true. -true." "what is this?" "hi,mom." "nora,come on,join us." "what are you doing here?" "nothing,which,can i say,on a weekday afternoon,is sublime." "sublime." "morning.weekdaymorning." "you two have an excuse--unemployed,retired-- but you,sir,have turned medown for dinner twice this week because supposedlyyou're working so hardtrying to make partner." "and here you arelounging by the pool?" "after four all-nighters,the managing partnergave me a day off,thank you." "well,fine,fine." "then it's my lucky day." "you can all help meclean out the garage." "i'm having a yard sale." "you're joking. -you want me to cleanon my only day off?" "consider it the firstfund-raiser for my charity." "you've all pledged your support." "now's your chance." "come on." "actually,i don't haveanything in there." "i don't either -me neither." "half the stuffing that garage is yours." "no." "oh,wait." "is my jimmy carterphotograph still in there?" "oh,actually,mom,my record collection's in there." "okay,fine." "you can either come with me nowand get all your stuff today, or you can buy it backfrom me this weekend." "you would notsellmy hand-signedjimmy carter photograph." "are you ser- -i would.i would." "he signed that for mepersonally. -are you serious?" "are you being serious?" "i have--you'd have to buy it from me... -and it's gonnabe very,very expensive." "my--come on,saul!" "help,now!" "i'll bthere soon!" "the halsey bill lowersthe corporate tax rate." "it allows american businessesto remain competitive." "it'll keep more jobs here, stop them from being outsourcedto india,eastern europe." "now about the shoeshine museumin lanesboro,minnesota?" "they need jobs there?" "i mean,this thing is bloated with more pork than i've ever--well... it's a fraction of the budget,not worth scuttling the bill for." "all right,anybody else?" "a counter?" "a little less dissentnext time." "i'm sorry." "uh,kitty has an announcement." "you were matched." "uh,no.no,no,no." "we're-- we'restill working on the adoption." "no,this-- this is actuallyabout,uh,work." "and i just wanted to tell youmyself that, um,i am stepping down as yourcommunications director." "i mean,as-- as you know,i wrote this book,and,uh, i found a publisher,and,uh... well,you know,it-- it's much easier to critiquepolicy than to make it." "i've decided to gonna go backto my punditry roots,you know" ",at leastfor the time being." "and i would like to saythat i would miss you all, but consideringthat i'm the boss' wife, you'll probably see mejust as much as if i actuallyworked here." "and i think that i canspeak for everybody when i say thatit has been an honor." "please." "thanks,that's it. -congratulations." "i- i can't believethis is happening." "yeah." "all right,who are weinterviewing today?" "well,that-- that's the list,and i-i-i thinkyou're gonna be quite happy." "i better be." "i need someone stellar. brothers.and.sisters Season 3 Episode 04 whoa,it's likean antique store in here." "what do you think-- a dollar?" "for dad's lucky hat?" "okay,$2." "whoa,this is his mitt." "you can't sell his mitt.he taught me howtolay baseball in this." "well,it's falling apart,but keep it if you want." "mom,these areall dad's things." "yes,i know." "i- i stuffed them all inthe garage right after he died." "i couldn't deal with it then,but i can now." "but don't-- don't you wantto keep some of this stuff?" "sweetheart,honestly,take whatever you want." "i don't begrudge you wanting totake sething of your father's." "but i really don't see any pointto keep his shoehornand his walking stickand his... the monkey?" "you can't sell the monkey." "ma,this has been in the livingroom since i've been born." "it's a tacky figurinefrom a gift shop." "that he boughton your honeymoon." "for tw-- you're--25 cents,mom?" "i need to clear some spacefor my office." "i can't do thatif i have to hold onto every knick-knack that has some sort of memoryattached to it." "what's going on in thereis not right." "she's sellingall of dad's stuff--like,every trace of him." "well,maybe she's coping." "maybe it's good for her." "she doesn't needto live in a memorialto the manwho betrayed her,justin." "you know what?" "there--there's more than that." "you know,there-- there was lovethere." "there were good times." "and he screwed that up,didn't he?" "just let her do it." "it's what she needs to do." "i also developedthe p.r.rolloutfor the "nework covered"health care plan." "oh,it's a very impressive campaign." "yeah,sean studiedthe health care marketat,uh,at-- was it harvard?" "harvard,yes." "harvard." "yes,harvard business school." "good.let me ask you..." "the halsey bill- -great bill." "has its pork,but youcampaigned on creating jobs." "voters will appreciateyour consistency." "keep it up,you're in prime positionfor another runat the presidency." "thank you,sean." "i really appreciate it." "thank you,senator." "bye,sean." "uh,well,we'll,uh,uh... we'll-- we'll be in touch." "thanks,sean." "all right,who else are we seeing?" "personnel filesare all integrated." "so do you want me to justleave them on the table?" "you're finished?" "i figured that wouldtake you a couple days." "well,i had incentiveto work quickly." "can you sign this?" "the agency needs it,just to,uh,show themthat i worked." "have a busy weekend planned?" "no,not really." "well,thanksfor your hard work." "it was nice today,seeing you." "you gonna go home soon?" "i have nothing else to do." "quiet weekend." "figured i might as wellget through these by monday." "bye." "so you're not hiring anybodythat-- that you interviewedtoday?" "uh,no." "what?" "you have to bring memore people." "uh,r-robert,robert,these are the guys." "i- i had to call in favorsjust to get themto come in for an interview." "these are not the guys,okay?" "if they are,we're inalotof trouble." "this staff is populatedby ivy league yes-men." "get me somebodywho will wow me." "wow you?" "you-- you--you need to be wowed?" "when i hired you,i saw that "thing." ""you brought that "thing"to the office." "find me that." "okay,do you maybe wantto quantify that?" "you know it when you see it." "you know what?" "i'm starting to think thatthis isn't about the interviews." "every guy that came in heretoday to interview with youjust-- just what,wasn't good enough?" "well,you gotta keep looking." "okay,fine,but you need to help meand you need to tell mewhat you're looking for... because every single oneof these guys had the "thing," ""if you would justgive them a chance." "i mean,they are experiencedand they're whip smart." "they're not good enough." "they're not you." "okay,this is everythingfrom the nether reachesof the hall closet." "i advise you to toss it." "i think i saw mouse droppings." "oh,they're cedar pellets... little dark brown cedar pellets." "whose kneepads are these?" "i think sarahused those as breastsall through middle school." "oh,yeah.yeah,right." "like i needed them." "i'd be very careful,kevin walker." "i just foundyour break dance pants." "sarah,sarah,this is all dad's stuff." "she's sellingall of dad's stuff." "i know." "if you wanna take something,go ahead." "i did." "w-- don't-- don't you thinkwe should say something to her?" "and what would we say?" "it's been two years." "she wants to move on withher life.can you blame her?" "but what if she wantssome of this stuff backto,like,tryand remember dad?" "well,the five of usare pretty good remindersof dad,don't you think?" "oh,my god." ""da doo ron ron." ""i loved shaun cassidy." "remember this?" "fondly." "it wasmyrecord." "don't think so." ""property of kevin walker"right there,babe." "ah,yeah.that's becauseafter i left for college,you pilfered my room,babe" ",and put your lame "propertyof kevin walker" labelsover everything so i'd never get it back." "could we pleaseprice and organizewhilewe stroll downmemory lane?" "we have so much to do--tommy,perfect timing." "you got my message." "yeah,you mean your threatsof selling offmy football trophies?" "nice.hey,guys." "yeah,uh,listen,i'm gonna go nowand get some pizza for dinner." "wait,i think i'm blockingyou in." "why don't i drive?" "wow,look at all this stuff." "it's the time capsule." "uh,this is supposedto be in the ground." "sarah and i buried it." "well,i thinkthe gardeners dug it upwhen they weredoing some planting." "i- i really was meaningto rebury it,actually." "it's no big deal,mom." "well,it waswhen we were kids." "you guys were so cute." "you wouldn't tell me anythingyou were putting inside." "it wasall completely confidential." "mom,it's almost 6:00." "you wanted me to remind youabout the craigslist deadline." "yes,craigslist." "uh,justin,help me-- help memake a listing,will you?" "what?" "you don't need my help." "i need your help." "why don't you guys open it up,see what's inside?" "yeah." "i can't believeshe did this." "i mean,we made her swear to usshe wouldn't go nearthat burial site." "yeah,maybe she forgot." "i did." "okay,so this is howit's gonna be now?" "what,do you expect meto chitchatlike nothing's happened?" "youquit." "youleft me scramblingto salvage ojai afteryou-- after i what,put the company in jeopardy?" "i know,tommy.thank you.i know." "nobody asked you to leave." "you ma it pretty hard for meto stay,and you know it." "the only reason you quitis 'cause you can't standnot being the boss." "no,i quitbecause i couldn't standwatching whatyou were doing to ojai." "whatiwas doing?" "saving the company?" "i mean,that's alli've tried to do here." "nobody seems to see that." "right." "i mean,that's what dadwould've done." "oh,right,of course." "that's whyhe left you in charge." "oh,no.wait... he didn't." "wow,you-- you-- you-- you reallywant to go there?" "just be honest with yourself,tommy." "you've nevergotten over the factthat dad brought me inover you." "screw you." "you just can't stomachthe fact that you failed!" "you're pathetic,tommy." "you're justholly's little bitch." "unbelievable." "i love how much you can tellabout the people in a houseby their yard sales." "it's like a windowinto their lives." "great,so the wholeneighborhood's gonna knowhow my mom feelsabout my dad." "you okay?" "yeah." "no.look,i get whyshe's trying to move on,right?" "but she's trying to pretendhe didn't even exist." "look,i know he screwed up,but,you know,i'm not--i'm not defending him, but it'slike,if my parents were tocut me out of their livesevery timeiscrewed up, they would've disowned mea long time ago." "but that's the thingabout family,right?" "people screw up,you're stuck with themyou don't just get tocut 'em off." "you sound like my mother." "well,your mom's... different." "yeah." "it's different." "speaking of which,you never told me how,uh,how work went." "uh,it was okay,actually." "it was okay?" "what,did your momcall in sick or something?" "no,i was just stuckin a conference room all day." "i didn't really see her much." "you lucked out,huh?" "yep." "we should probablyget a move on." "i told your mom we'dbe there on the early side." "she's so excited." "she assignedus to books and videos." "i'm staying here." "i'm watching the game." "no,no,no,no." "no,you volunteered us to help." "look,you go.i'll watch the baby." "no,i'm taking her." "she wantsto see everybody." "come on,tommy,at leastjust make an appearance." "i just can't handleanother walker tribunal." "will you just tell me whathappened over there yesterday?" "nothing." "same old crap." "i- i save the companyfrom going down,andi'mthe bad guy." "when thingsturn around at ojai,they'll understand." "ojai could make $100 million,and sarah would still sayi was wrong." "i mean,d-- it makes her feelbetter about her own screwups." "i don't care if they sit aroundand bitch all day." "i'm tiredof defending myself." "she's selling mad libsthat we've already filled out." "remember halloween,when i was 10?" "oh,yeah,the hulk." "and you wore those embarrassingdenim gauchos." "they weren't gauchos." "my pants split openwhen i couldn't contain my rage." "yeah,well,all i remember isgreen makeup all over the walls." "well,thank you for ruiningmy one macho childhood memory." "god,this is weird." "i feel like he's here,like he's gonna walk overand take this away from mebecause it's sharp." "you know what?" "i think it's creepy." "i'm surprised mom's held onto all this stuff for so long." "i mean,if-- if scottycheated on me multiple times,i'd build a bonfireand throw it all on." "yeah,well,i'll be sureand warn scotty about that." "where-- where is he anyway?" "working a private party." "where's your other half?" "oh,i guesshe stopped by the office." "i'm sure he'll be here." "what's the matter?" "trouble in paradise?" "well,it turns outthat when you write a bookabout your husband's campaign, and-- and thenyou quit working for him, it's-- it's not that greatfor a marriage." "i thought he was supportive." "we all let it go.why doesn't he?" "i don't know.for some reason,he's making it difficult for me." ""for some reason"?" "how about'cause he's only thinkingabout what's in it for him?" "kevin,can we please stopwith the "i hate robert" thing?" "it's-- it's early,and-- and the truth is, maybe i didn't consider himenough in my decision." "i mean,i could stayon his staff for a bit longer." "what?" "kit,you've writtenan incredible book.okay?" "he needs to support you." "you've supported him zealouslyfrom the first day you met." "you've pumped him up." "now it's his turn to pump you." "ithinkthat's sweet." "hello." "welcome." "do you like to fish?" "oh,tell sarah to set upa tool table right out front." "a tool table?" "yeah,so you can put dad'spower saws and his drillsand that vise-y thingwith the clamp." "if the tools are out front,then the husbandsare more likely to stop when the wives tell them to." "look,ma,are you sureyou want to get ridof everything out there?" "people are gonna startcoming by any minute now,and when that stuff's gone,it's gone." "justin,we've beenthrough all of this." "i need to clear the spacefor my office,yes." "for your-- for your office,right." "what?" "all right,look,i knowhow hard it must have beento find out that dadhad another affair,okay?" "but i-i just don't knowif this sale is you acting out--not-- not that you don'thave a reason to act out but- i'm not." "i get why you're angry." "i'm not angryor hurt or upset." "honestly,the-- the only thingi feel is relief." "you're relievedthat dad slept around?" "all right,i felt betrayedwhen i first found outabout holly." "and thenas time went on,i... i started to believethat he really loved her." "i mean,he was with herfor 20 years." "and it-- it would... it would just go aroundand around in my head,"what did she give himthat i didn't?" ""and now i know-- she didn't givehim anything that i didn't,cause your fatherdidn't love holly." "he didn't love me." "he was a cheat,plain and simple." "it was his problem,not mine." "it is nice to have friendsin such high places." "high places?" "you haven't seen my cubicle downat the county clerk's office." "regardless,i reallyappreciate you helping me." "it's just a few strokesof the keyboard." "i've got everythingthe state has on ryan lafferty-- permanent home address,number,schools,parent information." "wonderful.my daughter will bethrilled to see him again." "holly... you're not the first personto ask me for information." "i don't want to getinvolved in somethingthat cancome back and bite me." "recently,i found outsome informationabout this manthat i was really close to, and i had some questions." "but he passed,and i was hopingthat ryan laffertycould give mesome of those answers." "it's nothing illegal." "i swear." "thank you so much." "two of my sons wore thisfor their high schoolyearbook picture.they looked so cute." "it must have been 100 degrees,but they had to wearcorduroy." "mom,i really don't thinkshe needs to hear that." "it's $10." "mm,it's missinga couple buttons." "how's $5?" "if you wanna pay twice." "it's not negotiable." "$10." "she's the boss." "and a mess is not allowedhey,nora,do you knowwho this belongs to?" "no,i've never seen it before." "but if you want it,it's yours." "$3 for you,too." "$3?" "no,no,no." "no,no,this isdefinitely worth,like,$50." "do you-- do you see that?" "that-- that's authentic." "oh,no.$3 is enoughfor an old golf ball." "no,not for the onedad had arnold palmer sign." "oh,so he said." "no,$3 is just fine." "$3.$3." "nora." "senator." "good stuff.very tasty." "it's a mix." "what you got here?" "g.i.joe!" "with eagle eye vision?" "oh,my god.i wanted one of these.my parents would notbuy this for me." "they said i had25 of the old ones,and they were tired of trippingon them." "is he a '75?" "eagle eye vision didn't come outtill '76." "he's first gen." "how much you want for him?" "a lot." "name your price." "you know what?" "i'll probablyjust hold on to him." "i don't think he hasany tours left in him." "he's gonna sit on a bookshelfand have some r  r." "you say that now." "next thing you know,he's off fighting an endlessand unnecessary war." "you never give it up,do you?" "i'm justexpressing my opinionsto myelected representative." "oh,we have some broomsticksyou may be interested in." "you couldturn 'em into lances." "what the hellare you talking about?" "for the 200-seat joustingstadium in rural maryland." "or how about some loamfor the truth gardening harvey,iowa?" "you're awareof the halsey bill?" "oh,wait.is that the onewith all the... porkyes,i am." "that's funny." "it's notas good as your dinosaur." "so you and kittyare discussing my votes?" "no,i actually read the news,but i don't needto debate anything." "i don't know a democrator a republicanin favorof useless spending." "the spending's not useless." "it's a good bill.there's justa cost for passing it." "it's not a good bill." "corporations aren't gonna usethe generous tax refundsyou're offering to createnew jobs in this country." "they're just gonna hide theirprofits in offshore tax havens." "that's what i'm gonna advisemy clients to do." "that's why i have a tax havenabuse law in committee." "if it gets out,you won'tbe able to do that." "yeah,talk to mewhen it's out of committee." "you know,if you and kittyweren't discussing my-- kitty didn't have to give upher job to come work for you." "she chose to." "she gave up a ridiculouslysuccessful career-- for an equally rewarding one." "yeah,and committed herselfto you and your campaign." "and now you have the opportunityto show some gratitude-- i'm the onewho encouraged her to publish." "so what,now she wants to leave,you wanna make her feel guilty?" "you want that?" "take it.it's yours." "all right." "hey,do either of you knowwhere this came from?" "oh,that,uh,that used to hangin,uh,dad's office,right?" "um,i don't remember it." "so you have no ideawho painted it?" "one guess... not picasso." "hey-oh!" "uncle saul!" "how's thatfor uncle saul?" "uh,dawn,right?" "i'm-- i'm justin.i used to,uh,i used to babysit you,remember?" "uh,i don't remember youbabysitting." "i do remember you putting me tobed two hours before my bedtime, and you and your friendspartying in the family room." "but ididcheck on you." "so... 25 centsfor the monkey?" "uh,yeah." "no,no,no." "uh,this-- this is not for sale." "this is a-a family heirloom." "uh,it shouldn't even be here." "come on!" "i collect them." "monkeys are my totem animal." "uh,your-- your what?" "my spirit,the light and the dark." "well,uh,spirit aside,this--this isn't for sale.sorry." "oh!" "dawn." "dawn,hi!" "look at you!" "my goodness." "how are your folks?" "what-- are you--are you buying the monkey?" "i'm trying to,but justin'sall like,"it's an heirloom." ""justin,it-- it's-- the monkey,it's 25 cents." "mom!" "awesome." "thank you." "give her the monkey.-no,i don't- give her the monkey." "hey." "you would not believehow people areguzzling this stuff down." "somehow i've become,like,designated lemonade wench." "oh,god.is-- is she asleep?" "yeah." "sorry." "any new words?" "uh,"uppy." """uppy"?" "oh,you're in trouble." "she's not gonna wantto put those little feetback on the ground." "if you want to take a break,i can totally watch her." "no thanks.i'm fine." "are we okay?" "well,if you haven't noticed,elizabeth and icame by ourselves." "tommy didn't really feelcomfortable showing up today." "oh,well.that is,uh,tommy's choice." "is it?" "because i thinkyou,kevin and saulmade it pretty clearhe's not welcome here." "look,julia,i'd really prefernot to get into this with you." "it's between me and tommy." "it's business." "that's what you both keepsaying,but it's not,sarah." "he's really hurt." "you think i'm not?" "the-- the last time i looked,tommy's running ojai,i'm out of a job,making lemonade." "sarah,you made a bad deal." "i'm sorry?" "you did,and then they had tocome in and save the company." "and when you didn't likethe way they wererunning things,you quit." "and you're mad athim?" "i think who you'rereally mad at is yourself." "and the sooner you realize that,the sooner maybeyou'll let tommy off the hook." "i knew it wasan impulse grab." "now i'm gonna have to put themin our garage, and,uh,we're eventually gonnahave to have our own yard sale." "it's a--it's a vicious cycle." "circle?" "cycle?" "what do you think?" "both are common usage." ""circle" isthe more correct terminology." "well,thank you,webster,but i'm talking aboutthe pillows." "that's ugly." "right." "hey,kevin told methat you're thinkingof not publishing the book?" "well-- well,no,no." "i'm just,you know,considering my options." "well,not publishingisn't an option." "don't do anythingon account of me." "i'm not." "but-- but,honey,i- i knowthat you're having a bitof a-- of a problem with it," "so i just thoughtthat i would be able...to stay on un-- -it's not about the work." "i mean,i-i met youon a soundstage,discussing politics." "we courtedthrough strategy sessions,we flirtedin campaign rallies, we wake up and go to sleepon message, and i don't knowwhere we are without that." "look- -i mean,this happenedto courtney and me." "i was working.she was at home." "eventually,we ledcompletely separate lives, and the only thingwe had in common was the kids." "it's not gonna happen to us." "i mean,first of all,i'm--i'm writing about politics." "and i'm surethat we're gonna go to bedand we're gonna wake upon topic." "and more importantly,honey,we are so much morethan all that." "right?" "yeah,yeah." "i mean,a hell of a lot more." "i promisei'm going to find youa replacementthat you're happy with." "everything will be okay." "i left the bagsfor the clothes driveby the front door." "okay.you know what?" "i'll take'em over tomorrow morning." "all right,so,so far,we have made $857... mostly in quarters,which is pretty goodbecause you pretty muchgave everything away,so... i can't believesomebody bought that chair, the one that tommy puked inthe first time he got drunk." "and i think i actually puked init the first time i... you okay?" "it's all gone." "but isn't thatwhat you wanted,mom?" "yeah." "come here." "it's okay." "it's okay to miss him,mom." "could i just havea moment alone?" "i'm okay." "i love you." "hey,i forgotto show you this." "no way.spike!" "your mom said you slept with himtill the fifth grade." "thanks,mom.that's-- that's not embarrassing." "look." "coming!" "spike." "hey." "i managed to save thisbefore mom sold it." "you wanna see what's inside?" "yeah." "come in." "rebecca?" "somethin' wrong?" "no,no." "um,i was actually justat the walkers' garage sale,and,uh... well,this looked familiar." "oh,my god!" "you painted that,right?" "yeah,during my artistic phase." "ooh,i wasn't very good." "i gave this to william." "i can't believethat he kept this." "thank you." "i thought you might want it." "this is the cabinthat you and i rentedthe summer beforeyou went into junior high." "oh,yeah,i thoughti recognized it." "we used to hike up in the back,up on the hill." "we'd put our easelsside-by-side... oh,with those hats!" "and look down-- yeah!" "those straw hats." "yeah,that's becauseyou thoughtthat we shouldlook like van gogh." "oh,i cantotally picture us." "you were lying to meeven then." "rebecca,i tried to explain... i know-- i ow that you wereprotecting me.whatever." "i can't say i'm sorry again, because clearly that is notwhat you wanna hear from me." "i hate that when i look at you,all i see is lies." "i don't get to rememberthat summer." "i don't-- i don't get to rememberkindergarten field tripsor easter egg huntsin the backyard." "i remember... how you lied to memy entire life." "you're my mom." "you're the only family i have." "i don't knowhow to get that back." "one step at a time." "let me earn that trust back." "i don't knowthat you can." "well,i don't thinkthat i canif we continuethe way that we have been." "i mean,it's impossibleto earn someone's trustwhen you don't see them and you don't talk to them." "what if we stayon neutral grounds?" "you-- you work here." "i w-- i have to hire someoneto do the clerical work." "mom,i don't think-- i don'tthink that's a good idea at all." "well,we have to startsomewhere." "if i agree to do this,mom,no more lies." "no more.i- i won't be ableto handle that again." "i swear to you,from now on,no more lies." "my slinky." ""this time capsule was buriedon july 13,1979,"" "by sarah and tommy walkerof the pasadena walkers." ""ugh,it smells like 1979." "sure enough,30 years later,it's like new." "the "herald-examiner." ""it doesn't even exist anymore." "what is this,a pastry thatdidn'tstand the test of time?" "oh,no." "soil... from ojai." "it wasfrom the orange groves." "it was your first summerout there.you were so excited." "i know.you were so bummed dad--dad put you in charge of me, and you told mei was the soil inspector." "mm-hmm,kept youout of trouble,didn't i?" "god,how many summersdid we work there?" "and christmasesand spring breaks." "why didn't we justgo surfing like justin?" "or-- or do london like kitty?" "or just stay home,sulk,listen to depeche modelike kevin?" "why did we always work?" "it never felt like workto me." "yeah." "me neither." "is that a tooth?" "yeah,it was mine." "kitty knocked it outtwirling her baton." "that's disgusting." "okay,explain to mewhy we thoughtthat aliens from the futurewould be interestedin your tooth." "i don't know." "what happened to this guy?" "yeah,we don't liketo talk about that." "okay,let me get this straight." ""no" on the halsey bill." "we can do better." "ishould do better." "okay,well,you're gonna haveto set a meeting with evansand explain it, because he is not gonna be happyto be surprisedon the day of the vote." "hey!" "come in." "kevin." "w- what are you doing here?" "i was summoned.if this is about g.i.joe,i have one word-- ebay." "i'm sure there'sa whole regiment out therejust waitingfor your best offer." "it's not about g.i.joe." "well,i'm sorry,but what is it about?" "i'd like to offer kevina job." "what?" "as what?" "i'd like you to considerreplacing kittyas my communications director." "that's a good one." "that's a good--why aren't you laughing?" "um,you know,honey,that is not your worst idea." "right,he's perfect." "he's smart,he's informed,he's a pain in the ass." "thank you." "well,you're not afraidto engage me." "yeah,you know,there-- there's some sortof perverse sense in this." "i'm really sorry." "have i just walked intoan alternate universe where beinga gay liberal democratqualifies you to work fora republican senator?" "look,after we talkedat the garage sale-- wefoughtat the garage sale." "when we foughtat the garage sale,i started thinking, and we have our differences,but you're thoughtfulabout politics." "you've got a mind for policy." "you think about itfrom a voter's perspectiveand not a career politician's." "i need that." "i need someone to challenge me,someone to provoke mefrom time to time." "this issoinsane." "no,it's not." "you alreadychanged my mind on halsey." "what,kevin did that?" "even if i did want a careering politics-- which i don't-- i truly believethat you and your ilkare destroying this country." "i know." "and if i had accessto this office, i would send damaging e-mailsfrom your computerin the hope i could bring downyou and your entire party." "oh,you wouldn't do that." "iabsolutelywould." "you know what?" "i actually like my job." "i'm well-paidand i'm on track for partner." "and you have a strong senseof right and wrong, which i'm sure is what drew youto law in the first place." "but,kevin,you're a corporate lawyer." "you and i both knowyou spend most of your dayshelping companies that alreadymake a ton of moneyfigure out ways to make more." "that's part of it." "okay,so if you really believethat me and my ilkare ruining the country, now's your chance to dosomething about it." "get in the game." "change my mind." "argue with me." "either that or you canspend the next 40 yearssniping at mefrom across the dinner table." "excuse me,senator.they're ready for youin the conference room." "i gotta jump in there." "think about it." "did you-- did youput him up to this?" "it's all robert." "wow,this place looksa lot bigger." "big and empty." "i,um... was outaround the neighborhood." "i figuredyou might want this." "what?" "well,i figure,afterthe other day,you could use it." "or if not,you can call dawn mccarty,and she canfind a spot for him." "justin,how did you getso smart?" "i'm not." "yes,you are." "oh,i didn't expect this." "i just thought it wasa bunch of stuff and... i've come completely undone." "mom,you and dad were marriedfor over 40 years." "that's a--that's a whole life together." "yeah." "yeah,a whole life together." "oh!" "i thoughti was over it." "i had mournedand accepted it." "and then when i looked upat the table,and... everything was gone... mom,there are--there are still some timeswhere i wanna drinkor get high, and it sucks,because,you know,just when i thinki'm over it... i'm not." "and sometimes,it just feels like hell, and i have to let myselffeel that." "but it does go away,mom." "i wish he didn't get to me." "i hate that he gets to me." "come here." "look,and one day,maybe it won't hurt so much... and you can rememberthe good stuff." "onlythe good stuff." "good stuff." "good stuff." "you know what?" "now... not so empty in here." "is that it?" "nope.wait." "i thought the next generationmight want to get in on it." "oh,sweet." "oh,my god." "oh,that's a good idea." "i've got a picture of elizabethin my wallet." "oh,cool." "okay.let's seal her up." "looks just like new.well done." "well,i am the soil inspector,right?" "you,uh,you think the kidswill want to work there?" "what,at ojai?" "do we really wantto inflict that on 'em?" "true." "you know,i,uh,i did get overdad bringing youinto the company." "after a while,it just felt right,like when we were kids... even when we were fighting." "it's jusnot the samewith holly." "i'm sureyou'll get used to it." "or,um... you and icould give it another shot." "holly won't be there forever." "i'm not holding my breath." "you never know." "a 2-hour meetingon the climate controlof a warehouse." "such glamorous work this is." "when i walked by earlier,it looked awful." "that is an understatement." "have you eaten lunch yet?" "uh,no,i haven't." "i was thinking of going downto the truck on the rner." "best tacosthis side of tijuana." "sure.good." "well,i'm going to runthis report on ventilationdown to accounting first." "um,before you you go,i wanted to startthe overtime review,um, but i couldn't findthe time cards." "oh,i'm sorry.i pulled them." "they're right there,the manila folders." "oh,awesome." "certification of birth name:" "Ryan Lafferty" "Brothers and Sisters Season 3 Episode 4"