The Affair

Previously on The Affair...

Hey. Do I know you?

I operated on your son.

God. Dr. Ullah.

You're not going to, like, ask me out on a date

or anything, are you?

I was thinking about it.

Luisa, I promise I will be faithful to you

with my body and with my heart.

She can't have kids.

I think I always thought I was going to get

to be a father again.

I had a son. He drowned.

- How old was he? - Four.

Oh, God.

This wasn't your fault.

There's no way you could have known.

But if I had taken him to the hospital,

would he be alive now?

Is that your first?

No.

Is this your daughter?

This is Joanie.

Did you tell Cole yet?

Someone is going to tell him, Ali,

and it's either you or me.

Joanie's not your daughter.

Fuck.

Fuck you!

Jesus, fuck!

Don't! Noah!

Just forget this ever happened.

I don't want you involved.

I love you.

I'm guilty. I killed Scott Lockhart.

- What the hell are you doing? - We need to talk.

- About what? - About us.

What about us?

Excuse me.

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Mm.

- I'm gonna come. - No, not yet.

Uh-uh, not allowed. Uh-uh.

- Oh, shit. - Mm.

- But... Helen. - No, no.

Don't.

Jesus.

You know it's 6:56.

What?

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay, fuck.

I will, thank you.

I got to go.

Why'd you let us hump so long?

"Hump." That's really the worst.

I like it. I want to revive it.

That's new.

Yeah, that's Rex, my new roommate.

He's great.

A little prickly, but...

- Bye. - Bye.

You want me to get you an Uber?

No. I can walk.

Six minutes, I'm out of here.

- You'd better be ready. - I'm eating.

Tech rehearsal starts Wednesday

and the whole cabana set's collapsing.

I'm meeting Atticus early and Stacey won't move her ass.

Good morning.

Are you still buttering?

How's that possible? It's not humanly possible.

Trevor, why don't you just go and get your stuff together?

Look at her.

She's purposely trying to make me late.

Go.

You know I can walk myself.

Well, we've discussed this, and no, you can't.

I can actually.

Mia walks herself.

And Eve.

Well, Eve lives across the street.

And Beatrice. Beatrice goes alone

and she's, like, 15 blocks away.

Well, Beatrice also has a mom that let her watch Shameless

in second grade and a dickhead banker dad

that voted for Trump.

Which dad is worse?

Dickhead banker... or convicted felon?

- Mom! - Just go brush your teeth,

okay, Stace?

Your chem test is tomorrow, right?

Been studying?

No, I thought I'd just wing it.

- Yeah, I'm studying. - 20... 19...

Yes, well, you know, Vik majored in chemistry.

- I'm sure he could help. - 17...

Yeah, you said that.

16... 15...

- 14. - Okay then.

Mozzarella?

Yes. And salami.

What's the problem?

Good morning, Sollamanders.

I'll buy a bagel.

Five, four, three.

- I'm coming! Wait! - For fuck's sake.

Hello?

Oh, hey, you. How's it going?

- Later, Stacey. - Wait!

Yeah, right.

- Here you go, sweetheart. - Thanks, Mom.

Hey, listen. Promise me something.

- What? - Don't go full teenage on me.

Tween I can handle.

Okay, go catch up to him. Go ahead.

- Thanks. - Oh.

Hey, Stace, did you finish that card you were working on?

Are you going today?

Gonna try to.

It's on my desk.

- Okay, bye, sweetie. - Bye.

Wait! Wait! Dickhead!

No, no, no.

It's okay, it's fine.

Okay, let's check in later then. That might work.

Uh-oh, now I'm scared.

No, no, me too.

See you soon.

- Who's that? - No one.

Work thing.

All good?

Mm-hmm.

You have many,

many offspring.

Why is that?

I should get going, too.

What about that?

Trevor's sandwich?

I got back-to-back surgeries.

It might makes sense to bring lunch.

There you go, dear.

You're the best.

And we're having dinner with Whitney tonight, don't forget.

There's another one?

How many is that, 11?

Do you want me to be honest?

Yes, please.

You're never going to sell this place

unless we go ahead and stage it.

Not at the number you're looking for.

Astrid, stop. Don't... don't do that.

- People, they want orderly. - Please, Mommy.

They want sleek. Everything in their life isn't.

You don't think the paint job helped?

I think if you shove all this stuff in storage,

we can transform this place completely in two days.

Make that 24 hours.

I mean, look at the stats. You can see.

Long Island City, Greenpoint, Williamsburg.

Staged apartments sold on average 12% above asking.

And when Trish is the one that's doing it,

that jumps to almost 20%.

I'm gonna go take some measurements in the restroom.

Let me tell you something.

Trish's husband left in August.

He had an affair with the dog walker.

She has chronic insomnia.

She's also the sole caretaker of her mother,

who has Alzheimer's, and her son, Jedediah,

who's six.

And autistic.

And so...?

So the woman is a master of illusion.

I mean, she's hanging by a thread,

but you don't see that when you look at her.

When you look at her, you see calm.

You see sophistication. You see...

- Sleek? - Yes.

And this place is aching for that.

I love the penny tiles.

So what are we thinking? Are we gonna do this?

They'll be back in an hour.

Poor Ma.

Might have to put her in a home soon.

Nice touch with the son.

Jedediah.

Like I'd ever name a kid that.

Stop. I feel bad now.

Don't you ever feel bad?

No.

Not when it gets me the job.

Look at this view.

I want this view.

I tell you about that job I did for Jocelyn last week?

Windsor Terrace ground floor apartment.

They did an open house on Sunday.

750K.

Wow. Crap.

I need to triple Vik's rent.