The Madison

This one'll be

sans preacher.

You care to say something?

I have plenty to say, but I won't be saying it today.

Which one's Paul?

Goddamn you for taking him from us.

- Thank you for today. - Mm.

Means more than you know.

Someone had to do it for me. I know what it means.

So, is this goodbye?

- I think it's best. - Oh, wow.

It's time to go home, isn't it?

It's been time, honey.

- It's okay, it's okay. - I'm sorry.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

You know what this is?

- Wha... What? - This is how much you love him.

And your body just doesn't know where to put all that love now.

You will have as much life

to live as you allow yourself.

My husband died.

The love of my life

is gone. I would

like some help with that.

You look at this...

...and you see order.

You know what I see?

A giant...

accident.

A fucking...

A glitch in the laws of physics.

There is no order,

no rules.

A-And don't talk to me about God.

Do not give Him credit.

'Cause if His goal was to create something in His likeness

and then run her over in a fucking crosswalk.

So don't you fucking lecture me about God.

I'm not...

lecturing you about anything, Paul.

I hope you never have to feel it.

If I could just...

...claw it out of my chest, I'd do it.

And believe me, I've tried.

I have no doubt.

Hey.

- -

I'm doing this against my better judgment.

God, I just...

I just fucking miss her, man.

I know.

I just miss her.

Don't think this means we're sleeping in.

Sunrise at 7:00.

Fish don't care about my problems.

And I don't care about theirs.

I'll see you in the morning.

I don't know what sisters do.

Maybe they hug and cry and purge their pain together.

Not brothers.

Our job is to stay out of the way.

Let him scream and hate

and keep your mouth shut.

Let him get it out

and carry him home if he needs it.

Or better yet, let him find his own way.

Best thing a brother can do, and the hardest,

is shut up and listen.

And that's what I did.

You can take those to the living room.

Don't block the fireplace.

If you can put that at an angle, uh, in the corner.

Honey.

What are you doing? I thought you had therapy.

He banished me to the end of the day.

Something about needing alcohol to work with me.

Isn't he the best?

Oh, the kitchen's that way.

- Where that way? - Trust me,

you won't miss it.

So we're really doing this, huh?

His friends deserve a chance to celebrate him.

Celebrating-- that's what we're doing?

To remember him, to say goodbye.

So when does the celebration start?

- 7:00. - When does it end?

8:30, 9:00.

- See you at 9:00. - Honey,

we can't have a memorial service without you.

It's your house.

I'll have a chai tea latte, please.

Oat, almond or soy milk?

Uh, how about the old-fashioned kind,

straight from the udder.

The udder?

Cow's milk.

Whole milk, two percent, or fat-free?

Whole milk. How you doing, Mrs. Clyburn?

I'm-I'm fine, Hailey.

How's school?

It's your last year.

It was. Till I went to a job fair

and found out I actually can't get one

with a degree in philosophy.

So, gonna hold your husband's coffee hostage

for some advice next time he comes in.

Um...

Well, getting between a man and his coffee is...

- - ...a very dangerous game.

I'll take my chances.

Keep the change.

This is too much.

Thank you.

Paige, Ellen is asking for you.

Okay.

I know exactly how you're feeling.

You lost your father?

Oh, God, no.

No, I would be a wreck.

Oh, no.

My father, he lives in Nantucket with my mom.

Yeah, they run triathlons, so they're gonna live forever.

- -

As a matter of fact,

they just completed the Ironcat in L'Ampolla, Spain.

Do you know where that is?

Uh, south of Tarragona?

Yeah.

Oh. You're a little traveler.

Yeah, I don't really understand the appeal, to be honest.

I mean, the ocean swim.

I am mortified of sharks.

For me, the ocean is best admired from a chaise lounge.

In my opinion.

I have a healthy respect for sharks as well.

Diabolical animals, aren't they?

- - Would not make good pets.

No.

No.

Oh, wow, you're just a blonde ball of wit, aren't you?

- Thank you. - Yeah, you're welcome.

I want you to know, Paige...

...we care about you here.

Okay? And if you feel like you need more time to grieve,

you just tell us and we will give it to you.

As soon as Fashion Week is over.

Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

Oh, and the Yankees--

they just got into the ALCS,

so there's gonna be a rush on suites.

If you can just start figuring out

where we're gonna squeeze people...

On it.

Thank you.

Yeah, can you shut the office door, please?

Sorry.

How'd he die?

Plane crash.

What kind of plane?

- Don't know. - Not commercial?

Oh, God, no.

And I hear his brother was the pilot.

God.

- That's awful. - Oh, wah.

Another privileged white millionaire

crashes his private jet.

Good riddance.

And how selfish.

Do you have any idea what the carbon footprint

of a private plane is? It's, like...

the worst thing on the planet for this environment.

- - He deserved to crash.

Sorry.

Truth hurts.

You know what hurts?

Espresso martini's screaming my name, but I have

to pick up the girls in an hour.

You have a driver.

- - Good point.

But I'm not drinking alone.

Two, please.

- Why not? - Three espresso martinis.

Godspeed, 'cause we have children waiting.

How are the girls taking it?

They know he's gone.

I'm not sure they understand what that means fully.

I'm not sure I do either.

You need to find some time for yourself, Abby.

And Dallas has to step up with these girls

and give you a break.

Well, Dallas is a little bent out of shape at the moment.