"What's the point?" "Unless you're one of the lucky ones like Maggie from Altadena, who is spending this ridiculous day canoodling with the love of her life in a snuggle with three armholes..." "And, yes, we actually live in a world where that product exists," "I checked online..." "But for the rest of us, the old 2/14 is just a sad reminder of everything that's missing from our lives, or we never had, or the one that got away." "So here's to you and all your near misses with your little bow and arrow, Mr. cupid." "Thanks a lot." "This is Nora Walker, reminding you that mom is always listening." "Okay, we're out." "What the hell was that?" "What?" "First you're patronizing some poor woman and her blanket, then you start berating a cherub." "Sarah, I was emoting." "That's what I get paid for." "No, mom." "You get paid to be the concerned but ever-positive mother that none of us actually have but that we all need, especially on holidays." "If this were a real holiday, the post office would be closed." "Listen, this radio station is gonna close if you don't stop this right now." "You know what?" "Tommy told me you have been working very long hours." "No, mom..." "I really think the overtime is making you irrational." "Irrational?" "You're costing me listeners." "First you break up with Dr. Karl, who had our highest-rated show..." "Karl leaving the station is not my responsibility." "That's debatable." "What is your responsibility is that collective turning off of radios that just occurred when you were pining for him just now." "Oh, come on." "I wasn't talking about Karl, the pill." "Who were you talking about, then?" "No one." "I..." "I was just talking about life in general, the old ups and downs." "Well, stop it." "This is not public radio, mom." "Our advertisers like us warm and fuzzy." "Well, look who's talking." "You're not warm and fuzzy." "You are cold and prickly." "I am not cold and prickly." "I am working, mom." "I could not be happier." "For now, anyway." "Listen to yourself, mom." "You've gone dark." "I need you to get your mom back, okay?" "Warm, fuzzy, love." "Ugh!" "Scotty, we're really booked solid tonight." "You know, in case we have any walk-ins," "I'm thinking maybe we should squeeze an extra 2-top into that corner." "What are you wearing, by the way?" "Oh." "Uh, Jonathan's coming over." "We're going power walking." "We've been doing it for a few weeks." "Please tell me you don't go to the mall." "Is that velour?" "Nice." "Make fun of the two old men who like to walk funny." "See if that gets you into heaven." "I'm sorry." "It's... it's cute." "So you guys have been, uh, seeing a lot of each other, huh?" "Don't make it sound like that, because it's not." "Well, forgive me for being romantic on Valentine's Day." "Hi." "Jonathan." "Hey." "Hey." "You guys match, by the way." "You guys part of a power walking team?" "You're vicious." "You know that?" "Come on." "Let's go." "Wait, wait, wait." "Saul, who's Franklin Norman Beenz?" "He made a reservation for one on Valentine's Day." "Frank N. Beenz?" "You know him?" "I know Edward Lemonde." "That's one of his cover names." "You're kidding me." "You know Edward Lemonde, the food critic?" "Yeah." "W-well, why would he come tonight?" "It's a prix fixe." "How well do you know him?" "Well, he calls me occasionally." "Really?" "Well, I accompany him to restaurants." "Oh, I-I didn't know that." "Well, we're not dating." "Whatever." "It'd be fine if you were." "Well, we're not." "Matter of fact, he called me yesterday." "I told him I was busy." "What... what did he call you about?" "Tonight, actually." "He didn't tell me the name of the restaurant." "Excuse me." "He called you to invite you to dinner here for Valentine's Day?" "Yeah." "Hmm." "So why did you say no?" "Well, I didn't think I'd be comfortable with it." "But, Jonathan, he's gonna review us." "What do you want me to do, try to influence his opinions?" "No." "Don't look at it that way." "You know, just to keep him company." "Jonathan, I told you," "I don't mind if you're dating." "We're not dating." "I-I-I-I have an idea." "Why don't you call him back?" "I don't think it's too late." "Wait." "Laverne, Shirley has a very bad feeling about this little scheme of yours." "I don't understand what the big deal is." "You don't want him to do this." "Come on." "No, no, no." "I-I'd actually love to do it." "As a matter of fact, I should've said yes in the first place." "I'm power walking, Saul!" "I'll be right there!" "You realize you're pimping him out." "Would you be quiet?" "He's fine with it." "We don't want a critic eating alone on Valentine's Day." "I'm coming, Jonathan!" "He'll do it." "Okay." "I chiffonaded the basil." "All right." "I added the herbes de provence." "Justin, what's next?" "Next is, uh, add the..." "Ventreche." "Uh, yeah, cut that into, huh, half-inch squares." "All right?" "Mix in the dissolved veal demi-glace..." "Mm-hmm." "While smashing..." "While smashing your head against the wall." "Ser..." "Could you have picked a more difficult dinner to make?" "Of course it's difficult." "It's cassoulet D'Artagnan... a French stew with lamb, duck, veal." "Justin, you don't promise your fiancée a beautiful, romantic, home-cooked meal, and then serve up a plate of spaghetti." "Sarah's been working really hard, you know?" "Well..." "I want to do something special for her, something out of the ordinary." "Well, barnyard soup is definitely out of the ordinary." "You know what?" "You call it what you want, but it's complex, extravagant." "Women love the big grand gesture." "Yeah, you know, uh, Luc," "I think I'm gonna disagree with you there." "Uh, I think women like something a little more personal to them." "Like..." "like Sarah." "You know what she would like?" "Chili dogs." "I know, but if I do something like that for Sarah," "I will look like a cheapstake." "It's, uh, it's cheapskate." "But a cheap steak is what I'm talking about." "Okay, Dr. Valentine's, so what are you doing tonight?" "Uh... don't have any plans." "Because you don't have a date." "Look, there's a big game on tonight." "Pizza, Laker girls..." "It's heaven." "Yeah?" "Sounds like fun." "It is fun." "What's next, Justin?" "Next." "Next is, uh, okay, where..." "Oh." "Here it is." "Add that to the thing." "Oh, mon dieu." "Bonjour?" "Oh!" "I was supposed to soak the beans overnight." "Is that bad?" "Yeah, it's bad, Justin." "It's not a cassoulet without the beans." "If you don't soak the beans overnight, it's all ruined." "This publishing house that I'm vetting, these spreadsheets are..." "They're great." "Are you gonna buy it?" "I'd like to." "I mean, it's a no-brainer." "Even if we can't turn this company around, its physical assets and building are worth the price itself." "Hey, honey, um, you know, m-make sure you don't intimidate Sarah." "You just started working there, and she needs to know that she's the one in charge." "I know." "I grew up with her." "What are you doing?" "Just checking out some apartments." "Oh, good." "Let me see some..." "Oh, uh, wait." "Uh, um..." "What is this?" "Uh, that's, uh, that's your mother's high school yearbook." "Honey, I-I thought we agreed that you were gonna stop..." "Did you hear your mom talking on the radio this morning, talking about the one that got away?" "That's Brody she was talking about, Tommy." "Babe, you are going way too far." "She had a framed picture of him." "I saw it." "And... and then she got really uncomfortable when I asked her about it." "I'm sorry." "Just... the curiosity is killing me." "Nora, a woman with eyes for two men..." "William Walker and her high school sweetheart Brody... when suddenly, she finds herself pregnant." "Rose." "So she elopes with William, but she has to lie about the wedding date because she's knocked up." "And the question still remains..." "are you done?" "Oh, come on." "Don't you want to know if Sarah could possibly be Brody's daughter?" "No, I don't." "This is my family." "Sarah is dad's daughter." "Please don't mention this to anybody." "Promise me, all right?" "Things are going good." "I don't want to screw it up." "Okay, I promise." "Okay?" "No." "Consider it over." "Okay." "Mwah." "I'll see you tonight, okay?" "Okay." "Love ya." "Happy Valentine's Day." "Okay, once you're done with the onions, start on the reduction." "I'll do the caramelizing." "Scotty, how you doing?" "Hey." "What's going on?" "Hey." "Right." "So, uh, look, I know this may be a little last minute, but we were sorta..." "Okay, stop right now." "I don't know what you guys are doing here, but I need you to leave now." "Can you do a little cassoulet to go?" "No." "A cass..." "No, I can't do that." "I have a major critic coming tonight, and I'm a little crazed, Luc." "I would not be here if it was not an emergency." "I told Sarah that I will do something special for Valentine's, and..." "I failed miserably." "You understand romance, how important the big gesture is." "I get romance." "I just don't think you need shock and awe to prove it." "All..." "What do you think, Scotty?" "Me?" "Mm-hmm." "I'd take anything at this point." "Kevin chose this week to attend a legal convention." "I'm sorry, man." "Yeah." "He didn't even send flowers." "Hell, even Olivia sent a card, and we haven't even adopted her yet." "Kevin loves you." "I promise." "Thank you." "Oh, my G..." "I feel like I'm in a women's bathroom." "What is it about this holiday that just drags estrogen out of dudes?" "Oh, that is so sexist." "Love is not restricted to estrogen." "Thank you, Scotty." "Tu es un amant." "Tu comprendre." "The littlest cassoulet?" "Luc, I can't help you." "I have a major food critic coming tonight, a husband out of town, and an uncle who's pimping out his friend for a good review." "I can't help you." "Okay." "If you're willing to forget the big grand gesture..." "Okay, what do I do?" "I have a suggestion, and Sarah's gonna love it." "Trust me." "Nora, what are you doing here?" "I thought you'd be at work." "I came here to make a sandwich." "What are you doing here?" "We ran out of mini springform pans." "Now I know you have a whole bunch of them here, don't you?" "Are you seeing Jonathan on this special night?" "Well, sort of." "He's bringing Edward Lemonde, the food critic fr..." "Edward Le..." "I know who Edward Lemonde is." "Yeah, he's bringing him to the café 429 tonight." "Isn't that cheating?" "What do you mean, cheating?" "Jonathan's not writing the review." "Edward's writing the review." "No, no, no, I mean you." "Isn't... isn't Jonathan then cheating on you?" "How is that cheating?" "Jonathan and I are just two guys who happened to meet up in old age." "That's all." "Found 'em." "Saul, why don't you live in the moment instead of constantly focusing on the past?" "Oh, really?" "Look who's talking." "Why don't you put away your high school yearbook?" "Oh." "You... no, I-I-I..." "I was cleaning out a closet, and there it was." "Ah." "I was, "well, what's that doing"..." "and what have we got... ah!" "You know what?" "This is private." "That is Brody." "I knew it." "I knew it." "I knew it." "All right." "Fine." "I..." "I googled him." "So what?" "You tell me so what." "I don't know." "I don't know." "He..." "he's just been on my mind ever since I saw that damn picture, that's all." "Do you want to see something?" "Look." "Here." "Oh." "That's him surfing." "And look, I..." "I just found this in a Sacramento newspaper." "Listen." ""In the fourth inning, manager Nick Brody" ""was thrown out of the game for arguing a call." ""'My guy caught that ball." "Anyone who says otherwise can go straight to hell.'"" "oh, God." "He was always such a jerk." "He was." "Wasn't he?" "Let me ask you something." "Were you in love with him?" "Well, you tell me." "Are you in love with Jonathan?" "Jonathan?" "What, are you crazy?" "What do you mean?" "Where are you going?" "I have to get back to the studio." "Be sure and lock up when you leave." "Well, hang on." "I'm gonna go with you." "Come on." "My car is blocking yours anyway." "Let's go." "Wow." "You're working late on Valentine's." "Tommy, can you close the door?" "Yeah." "What's going on?" "I just got the strangest call." "Are you negotiating to buy Redlin's books?" "Yeah." "How did I not know about this?" "Well, it's just moving really quickly." "It's great, though." "The guy just decided to sell." "That's not what I was talking about." "Why didn't you brief me?" "Come on, Tommy." "You're not authorized to start acquisition talks." "Sarah, you should be patting me on the back right now." "I mean, this company has huge potential." "Even if we can't turn it around, the physical assets alone are worth double." "I don't care if we triple our money." "You're not authorized to make decisions like that without consulting me." "I mean, what am I doing here, using up office supplies?" "Tommy, all I'm asking you is that you consult me before you put me in this position, okay?" "I felt like a complete schmuck on the phone." "I was totally in the dark, okay?" "Okay." "This is not Ojai foods." "You know, rose said you were gonna be threatened by this." "Rose is a-a psychologist now?" "I thought she was a genealogist." "What is your problem with her?" "Uh, let's start with the fact that she thinks" "I'd be threatened by you." "This is just killing you, isn't it?" "I don't even know what you're talking about right now." "It's just funny." "What?" "Ojai closes, and you, what?" "You walk away with 50 mil?" "I got what I did, Tommy, because I stayed here." "I fought and I worked my ass off while you went down to Mexico to, I don't know, irrigate corn or..." "I was trying to save my life." "Tommy, it is exhausting letting you in and out of this family." "At least I know I'm actually part of this family." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Rose found out th..." "Rose found out what?" "It's nothing." "It's stupid." "I shouldn't have said anything." "Tommy?" "Hey, mom." "Tommy." "Hi." "What are you doing here?" "Working." "Yeah." "Me, too." "I'm going over tomorrow's show so I don't accidentally send someone into a clinical depression." "Why aren't you having dinner with rose?" "Mom, uh..." "I screwed up." "What did you do?" "Rose found your marriage certificate online." "Not on purpose." "She was googling you for the family tree stuff, and she found out that..." "That what?" "That I was pregnant when I got married?" "There." "I said it." "How's that?" "But now it's out there." "You can all just have at my sordid past like a bunch of vultures." "But what a... what a..." "what about Brody, mom?" "What about him?" "Well, you were..." "Seeing him at the same time you were seeing dad." "Did you ever think that..." "Did I ever think what?" "Did you sleep with him?" "How dare you, Tommy?" "I'm sorry." "If it's not possible, it's not possible." "It's not possible." "Sarah is your father's daughter." "And..." "Oh, God." "No, Tommy." "Oh, God." "You didn't mention this to Sarah, did you?" "Mom..." "Oh, damn it, Tommy!" "You did screw up." "I'm..." "I'm sorry, mom." "Can you just wait a minute?" "I don't have time to stand around here and help you feel better." "I have to find your sister." "This is none of your damn business." "And it certainly isn't any of rose's." "I mean... this is nice, huh?" "Justin, it smells like feet in here." "Oh, come on." "When I went inside and asked the waitress if we could borrow a tablecloth and a candle for a little romantic Valentine's dinner," "I mean, she almost cried." "And you took that as a good thing?" "Oh, tell me this..." "Did Sarah, yes or no, say she loves to bowl?" "Yeah, when she was 8 years old." "Okay, when Rebecca and I first started dating, she had mentioned that, as a kid, she liked the Ferris wheel." "So I took her to Santa Monica pier, paid the guy who was running the Ferris wheel." "He let us ride it for 20 minutes." "She said it was, like, one of the most romantic things anybody had ever done for her." "Really?" "Yeah, really." "And there was gonna be some awesome post-Ferris wheel sex after, but I got a little nauseous..." "Okay, okay, Justin, you've said enough." "Fine." "I'm here, all right?" "I'm betting on you, Justin." "Trust me." "Oh, man." "I forgot how much I miss bowling." "Maybe I could roll one?" "Justin." "Okay, fine." "Look, text me." "I want to know how it goes." "She's gonna love it." "Thank you." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Hey." "Yeah." "You gonna be okay?" "Yeah." "Pizza and laker girls." "Come on." "Okay." "Oh, it's her." "She's probably here." "Hello." "Yeah." "No, no." "It's all right." "I'm just gonna bowl a little bit with Justin." "I'll see you at home." "Yeah." "What happened?" "She still has work to do." "It's not all that bad." "I'll spot you 50 pins." "Let's do this." "Hold that." "You know, I still get a little kick out of booking anonymously." "I think you should retire Frank N. Beenz." "People are gonna start getting suspicious." "So, gentlemen, good evening." "Hmm." "Happy Valentine's Day." "Welcome to Cafe 429." "And, uh, so the reservation is under..." "Beenz, table for two." "Ah, yes, Mr. Beenz." "I have a lovely table for you." "Please allow me." "Follow me." "I hear the food here is spectacular." "Well, we have all night to savor it." "I'll get it." "Thank you, Edward." "Ah." "Voila." "It's a bit dim back here, isn't it?" "I like dim." "Do you like dim?" "Ah, well, in that case, allow me." "How about that?" "Ah, even better." "Yes, better..." "And darker." "You're sure your other patrons won't object?" "Oh, not at all." "After all, it's Valentine's Day." "So may I offer the gentlemen a lovely glass of champagne, complimentary?" "Oh, I'd love one." "I'd love one." "But my friend here is sober." "Boo." "Hiss." "Oh, true, true." "But then..." "I don't need spirits to assure that I'll have a wonderful evening." "Well, I certainly hope that you do." "Oh, Edward." "That is funny." "I could kill Tommy." "He made me swear not to say anything, and then..." "Just show me what you have, please." "Fine." "There's your file." "You have a file on me?" "I'm not a stalker, Sarah." "It's just part of Nora's family tree." "Okay, what's this?" "The marriage certificate." "See the date?" "June 15th." "Wow." "So mom was a pregnant bride." "All right." "What about this..." "this Brody guy?" "What have you got on him?" "Have you got a file for him, too?" "Yeah." "Nick Brody." "He's one of those guys who goes by his last name." "Mm-hmm." "Uh, born and raised in Pasadena, went to high school with your mom." "Married and divorced twice." "Could... could I have a look at this, please?" "Yeah, but that's all there is." "All I know is that she was dating both of them, got pregnant, and chose your father." "You know what?" "Tommy is a complete jerk, throwing this in my face, getting me all worked up over it if this is all you have." "I know." "I can't believe he said anything." "What's this, my birth certif..." "What are you, the FBI?" "It is so easy to find this stuff." "This is scary." "Hey." "You're a jerk, Tommy." "Hey, look, whatever investigation you have going, just shut it down now, rose." "Look, you're the one who told her, after you made me swear..." "I know." "I'm sorry." "I really am, but just put it all away." "Mom's coming home." "Where did you get this?" "I just typed in "birth certificate."" "Tommy gave me your social security number, and..." "Why?" "What's wrong?" "Dad's signature is not on it." "What do you mean?" "Dad..." "dad didn't sign it?" "He signed the copy that I have." "This one's from the hospital's database." "They must have reissued one, and he signed it later." "Look, Sarah, don't freak out.Okay?" "Mom told me none of this is true." "Just hear her out before..." "Before I what?" "Go jumping to the conclusion that perhaps my father is not actually my father?" "Are you happy, rose?" "You're the reason she's taking this seriously." "Me?" "You're the one who told her." "Can you just go upstairs and start..." "If you think I'm gonna go get all dolled up for some romantic dinner, you need to have your head checked." "I do not feel very Valentine's-y." "Look, I'm sorry, all right?" "I'm sure there's some stupid explanation about all this." "Come on." "Why would dad not sign my birth certificate on the night that I was born?" "Look, I don't know." "But I'm sure mom does." "And we're all gonna feel like a bunch of asses." "Trust me." "Where are you going?" "You shouldn't be alone right now." "Fine." "Then get in the car." "Where are we going?" "What are you guys doing here?" "Where's Luc?" "Where's Luc?" "Probably home, trying not to cry." "He said you two were bowling." "Yeah, that's called a cover." "I mean, he left as soon as you hung up the phone." "What?" "Poor guy spent all day cooking you this big fancy thing, and... and you left him for work?" "You broke his little French heart." "Oh, damn it." "I'll have to call him after this." "After what?" " Ah, there's Kevin." "He'll be here in a few minutes." " Good." "You guys made Kevin come home from his lawyerfest?" "What the hell is going on?" "Is this an intervention?" "Guys, I'm allowed to eat cheese fries." "Justin, we need you to be serious." "We've got something to tell you." " What is it?" " It's nothing." "What's nothing?" "What the hell is going on here?" "I convened an emergency family meeting." "Why?" "Wait." "You're telling me mom's gonna come to a bowling alley?" "No, mom's not coming." "It's about her." "About mom?" "More." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "So, Scotty, these are the entrées for Jonathan's table, right?" "Yes." "Okay, so we have sole bercy with chanterelle mushrooms... in a shrimp velouté." "In a shrimp velouté." "That's great." "Uh-oh." "Shrimp?" "Yes." "Shrimp stock." "Why?" "What's the matter?" "Well, Jonathan's mildly allergic to shrimp." "What?" "What does that mean, mildly?" "Mildly." "It means that it's gonna be perfectly fine." "It's shrimp stock." "It's not the whole shrimp." "No, we can't serve him the sole, Saul." "We have to serve him the sole, Scotty." "He ordered it." "If we don't serve it to him, then... then Lemonde will know that I know Jonathan well enough to know that he's allergic to shrimp, the whole plan will just..." "Why did I let you talk me into this?" "Because a great review from Lemonde means that we'll be booked solid every night.That's why." "Well, what do you want me to do?" "Because I'm not serving shrimp to somebody who's allergic to..." "Fine, fine, fine." "It's simple." "I deliver the entrée, I describe the entrée," "Jonathan hears "shrimp, " he says he's allergic to it, and then I bring him the other choice." "Great.Great. I'll start on the other entrées." "Saul." "What?" "Does it seem like they're having a good time?" "Oh, it seems like they're having a perfectly wonderful time." "It's an all-expense-paid trip to St. Barths just to review this resort's one restaurant." "You really couldn't get away?" "Oh, Edward." "I don't know." "I..." "Actually," "St. Barths is one of my favorite's of the Caribbean islands." "Uh, twist my arm, and, uh," "I may have to cancel my plans and join you." "Wonderful." "I'll look into the details." "Excuse me, gentlemen." "If I may interrupt your itinerary planning long enough just to present your dinners." "Please do." "So we have a fillet of sole bercy with chanterelle..." "You know, I do love St. Barths." "Oh, sorry." "Do go on." "Yes, a fillet of sole bercy with chanterelle mushrooms in a..." "Lovely velouté." "Ah." "Enjoy." "Thank you." "Bon appétit." "Thank you." "Have you lost your mind?" "I'm sorry." "I'm done." "Could you please let me out of this thing?" "No, Kevin, Kevin, you're not going anywhere." "That's why you're on the inside." "Yeah, kev, and your head looks weird." "You shouldn't be driving." "It does." "My head looks weird because I've been on standby at Orlando airport since 6:00 A.M." "Trying to fly home to surprise my husband." "Now that I'm finally minutes away, I get summoned to the most inane family meeting in the history of the walkers." "Sarah." "You gotta let this go." "I mean, going all D.N.A. in this family?" "Trust me." "Don't do it." "The kid's right." "Can we please leave?" "No, Kevin." "I'm not gonna let you all jump on the mom bandwagon and push this thing under the rug." "Dad did not sign my birth certificate." "So what, now he's not your father?" "He could've been away on business." "Sarah, it's the '60s." "He could've been passed out in the waiting room with a cigar hanging out of his mouth." "Guys, look, obviously, she's not gonna stop." "Can we all agree, she should just speak to mom?" "I get it, Tommy." "You want me to believe mom so that she'll let rose off the hook for the bringing this whole thing up." "Oh, and you'd hate that." "Oh, shut up, Tommy." "I am so done with you today." "Well, what are you gonna do, fire me?" "Guys." "We're not at work." "Sarah, you're overreacting." "I'm done with you, too, Kevin." "Great." "Can I leave now?" "No!" "Let the poor guy go, man." "He's got airport head." "Look, Sarah, we all agree." "It's nothing." "No, no, no, no." "It's not nothing, Tommy." "It is something, and how about a little bit of," ""yeah, Sarah's freaking out, and she has every right to be, and we are all there supporting her"?" "God, I-if Kitty was here, at least I would have someone on my side." "Yeah, her and her other dad." "Oh, I'm kidding." "Where are you going?" "What does it matter, Tommy?" "Obviously, this is not your concern." "It's none of your concern." "We should go back to that bistro in Santa Barbara." "Yes." "Remember?" "Just you and me, balmy nights, the moon on the water." "Speaking of water, I could use some." "Waiter." "May I have some water, please?" "Are you all right, Jonathan?" "You look a bit flushed." "No, I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "What did you say our entrée was?" "It was so delicious." "The entrée... was it delicious?" "Oh, great." "It was a fillet of sole bercy with, uh, chanterelle mushrooms and, uh..." "Mm." "But what was in the sauce?" "The sauce?" "Yes." "Fish." "Oh." "I believe I detected shrimp." "Shrimp?" "Oh." "I know my shrimp when I taste it." "Am I right?" "Well, the... the..." "the... the velouté..." "The velouté was of a..." "shrimpish nature." "Oh." "Do you have a problem with shrimp?" "No, no, no." "I love shrimp." "Oh, the sauce was so delicious," "I practically licked my plate." "Ah..." "Funny." "I never noticed how..." "sexy your voice is." "Well, I-I will certainly pay your compliments to the chef." "Please do." "Table nine." "Got it." "It's 2 for table 14." "Hey, how's it going?" "Is everything all right?" "Oh, yes." "I just have to get their desserts." "Everything is gonna be fine." "It's gonna be fine?" "Why?" "What..." "what's going on?" "Jonathan is just feeling a little warm." "That's all." "Warm?" "He looks like he's sweating." "Ah, yes." "This is gonna fix it." "This'll be great." "You did tell him there was shrimp in the velouté, right?" "Saul." "Not in so many words." "In any words?" "No." "Oh, my God." "Well, it's not such a big deal." "He just said he felt a little warm." "His throat is constricting, but on the plus side..." "They loved the sole." "This is a nightmare." "He's gonna be fine." "Wait till you see." "The sugar in the cake is gonna counteract the shrimp." "Oh, is that true?" "I don't know." "What were you thinking?" "I wasn't thinking." "They're out there having fun at my expense." "Do you know they're planning on going on vacation?" "I don't care." "This was about a good review." "You're both acting like teenagers." "He started it!" "And you're gonna end it by putting him into anaphylactic shock?" "I'm not gonna put him into any kind of shock." "If he goes into shock, there's an epipen in the first aid kit, and I will apply it." "You need to calm down." "He's probably out there talking about the food right now." "Talking?" "Sure, if he can still talk." "He's fine." "They're fine." "They're gone." "Thanks a lot." "Sarah, please." "Would you just sit down?" "No." "Honey, listen." "Understand, back in those days, if you got pregnant and you weren't married, it was a very big deal." "I mean, the neighbors would hold a press conference for God sakes." "Mom, I'm not here to discuss your wedding date." "All right, yes." "I-I lied to you." "I lied to you because I wanted you to never have a doubt in your mind." "Your father and I loved each other..." "Did you sleep with this Brody guy or not?" "Yes." "Once." "When?" "I don't remember." "Mom, was it around the time that I was..." "Yes." "Oh, my God." "This is... this is not happening." "This is who you were talking about on the radio this morning, wasn't it, the one that got away?" "That was Brody." "You think he..." "You think he might be my..." "No." "Sarah, no." "Listen to me." "The only reason your father didn't sign your birth certificate that night was because he was worried that maybe you weren't his daughter." "And what made him change his mind?" "Because they had a blood test." "They both took a blood test, Sarah." "Brody was o negative, which ruled him out since you're..." "AB." "AB, yes." "And what color are his eyes?" "My God." "You don't believe me." "I don't know, mom." "I know that you're capable of lying to protect the people you love." "What color are his eyes?" "I don't remember." "Why don't you go find out for yourself?" "No, better yet, why don't you go have a d.N.A. Test?" "Then you can find out all the facts." "And when you know them and you know the truth, you come back here and you apologize to me, because I'll deserve it." "Do you believe her?" "I have no reason not to." "But I understand, it's not simple for you." "If you want to find this man and talk to him, that's what you should do." "Mm." "God." "Thank you." "I feel like you're the first person to listen to me all day." "I'd love to listen to you and I will help you if you let me in." "What are you talking about?" "You know how nuts I was today, trying to plan this amazing night?" "I don't understand why you didn't tell me what was going on." "Well, you left the bowling alley before I had a chance to." "No, Sarah, before, when you first heard." "You told me it was work." "Come on." "It was pretty hard to explain." "My head was spinning." "How could I help you if I don't know a single thing you do all day long?" "You mean like work stuff?" "Mm-hmm." "I'm your partner." "I don't want you to shut me out." "You really feel I shut you out?" "Yeah." "That's why I was trying to plan this amazing evening." "I need to find a way back in." "Luc, I-I'm really sorry." "I had no idea." "I don't want to shut you out." "I want to share." "Okay, I will talk about the most boring, tedious, dull work stuff that I can possibly find." "In fact, I would like to do that, because right now, it would be a great distraction for the day I just had." "It's gonna be okay." "Thank you." "I want to believe mom." "I really do." "I thought maybe you were Sarah." "Sorry." "I'm sure I'm the last person you want to see right now." "One of 'em." "It's this damn family tree." "It's done." "There it is." "You can burn it for all I care." "Just try to understand that I never wanted to cause all this strife." "What did you want?" "No good would ever come of it." "Can you imagine what would've happened had this been true?" "I'm sorry." "You had no right to dig into my family's past to satisfy your own curiosity." "Here." "Thanks." "And let me tell you, you can't bring this family down." "We've been through a lot worse, and we're still here." "We're screaming at each other, but we're still here." "I feel terrible." "Well, good." "I don't know what to do." "Why don't you do what we all do?" "Have a glass of wine and wait for the dust to settle." "And if you're gonna be part of this family, you need to learn to get over it." "Stop crying." "Okay." "So..." "It all comes down to this question..." "Red or white?" "Red." "Jonathan." "Is Scotty here?" "No." "Yeah, he's upstairs." "Kevin came back." "He wasn't supposed to..." "Yes or no is all I need." "Yeah, yeah, he's here." "Tell him it's my fault that we left so abruptly." "I had to get out or stay and make a scene." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Nothing a little antihistamine wouldn't fix." "That's not the scene I'm talking about." "Tell Scotty that Edward's coming back another night." "Great, great." "I, for one, will, uh, not be returning anytime soon." "Jonathan, wait." "Wait." "Please." "Come on." "Please." "It was so stupid and childish and thoughtless, this whole thing." "I-I-I-I think that I literally lost my mind." "Why?" "That's all I want to know." "Just listen to me, okay?" "You make me feel insecure." "Can you understand that?" "I make you feel insecure?" "Yeah." "I wasted almost 20 years of my life drunk." "Jonathan, listen to me." "You make me feel insecure." "I can't help it." "That's the way it is, and then tonight," "I see you with that loathsome man..." "I told you, he doesn't interest me." "But I didn't believe you." "And suddenly it feels like it's the '80s again..." "All those people who lined up waiting to spend some time with you, remember?" "You know, somehow I actually thought we had put our past behind us." "I'm trying." "You're trying." "We're both trying to understand our lives." "If we could live them over again, maybe we would..." "Try to make them differently, yes." "Maybe." "I behaved like a..." "Like an ass tonight, too." "God, we could've been in high school tonight, right?" "Oh." "Probably explains why this man that I slept with all those years ago who doesn't even remember that it happened, who probably gave me h.I.V., is the only man that I'm interested in now." "Well..." "Hard as it is for you to believe..." "You're the one I'm most interested in, too." "Oh, God." "Well, why didn't you say something?" "I'm sorry, but... we all are afraid of taking the first step." "Yeah." "Which probably explains why I've never done this before." "Wait." "Where are you..." "Where are you going?" "I'm power walking to my car, and then I'm driving home." "Care to join me?" "Oh, yeah." "Hey." "Where, uh, where's mom?" "Upstairs." "She finally called it a day." "Not before we put away a bottle of wine and taught me to bake your favorite cookies." "B-but what'd you say to her?" "Not much." "She did most of the talking." "Yeah." "She's quite a woman, huh?" "Did... did she say anything about Brody?" "We were wrong." "Yeah, I know." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Here." "Your mom said that you used to lick the frosting and then eat the cookie." "Yeah." "When I was 10." "Oh." "Well... happy Valentine's Day." "You, too." "Scotty, this is delicious." "I am so glad you came home." "I wasn't gonna miss Valentine's with you." "I love you." "Mwah." "I love you." "What's wrong?" "Is this the entre with the shrimp?" "Oh, screw you." "I think I'm dying." "Fine." "Go ahead." "I want you to have my Olivia Newton-John..." "Action figure." "I'm sorry." "I was just trying to..." "lighten things up about Saul." "You know, people make mistakes, especially when it comes to love." "Oh, come on." "Do you really think he's in love?" "Yeah, in his own peculiar way." "You should forgive him, Scotty." "Well, people have forgiven me in the past, so..." "I'm glad I came home." "Me, too." "Happy Valentine's Day." "Happy Valentine's Day." "Yesterday, I, Nora Walker, your own dear mom, found herself slandering a holiday." "Yes, it was not my finest moment." "But the good news is, there's always time for a thought on love." "Look, the thing is, about the one that got away..." "If he was meant to be in your life, then he would have found his way back to you." "So you moved on." "You chose a different road." "Good." "Keep your eyes on that." "If you're always looking in the rearview mirror, you're gonna miss the turn you need to make in the road ahead of you." "And believe me, there's always plenty of road ahead of you." "Focus on that." "So till the next time, this is Nora Walker, reminding you, mom is always here to listen." "Oh." "You must have snuck in while I snuck out." "The skip's just wrapping up a meeting." "Who should I say is asking?" "Sarah Walker." "Tell him I'm Nora's daughter." "Okay."