Emperor of Ocean Park

Previously on Emperor of Ocean Park...

Any chance you've explored any of your favorite

legal reference texts lately?

You really should brush up.

Just Alma--she's still alive?

Your dad had big plans for you.

Like what?

Oh, that's not for me to say.

Tal, what the fuck is that quote?

Did you put a rap lyric on our father's headstone?

This will not end until you find the arrangement.

God! Fuck!

Key in the box is better than any idea I've had.

And getting the ID at the bank could be a nice touch.

Where did Abby wanna go to college?

UNC.

I'm sure they'll be appreciative

of the Abby Garland Foundation.

I can't have that man in and out of our house

for the rest of our lives.

He won't be.

I'm making some arrangements to ensure our future.

Has Judge Garland had any recent contact

with Jack Ziegler?

I saw Judge Garland and Jack Ziegler

together at the courthouse.

Hand it over.

- Sorry. -

Tal?

Tal! Tal!

Tal!

He's moving his eyes.

Tal? Hey, Tal, can you hear me?

Come on, man. Say something.

Hey, man, you okay?

Tal? Can you hear me?

Hey, Tal.

You okay?

Oh, everything hurts.

I'll go get the nurse.

What happened?

You went out and got yourself shot.

You've been out for almost two days.

And, uh, the fake arrangements?

They were gone by the time I got there.

McDermott?

Dead, for real this time.

Why would the judge put me through all this shit?

Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't worry about that right now, okay?

Just focus on getting better.

Welcome to the White House, fellas.

The president wanted to join,

but there was a whole Fallujah thing this morning,

so you're stuck with just me.

We're always happy to see you.

Yes, indeed.

Flight was good?

Unremarkable--just the way I prefer it.

Let's dispense with the small talk, shall we?

Yes, please.

It's going to be you, Judge.

The president will nominate Oliver Garland

to fill the current vacancy on the Supreme Court.

Congratulations.

There he is.

How you feeling, man?

Ugh. I got shot, so not great.

So dramatic. He'll be fine.

So how much longer are you in here for?

Another day or two, maybe.

God, I thought I had it tough when I lost

everyone's Environmental Law midterms last fall,

but I would say your bad semester beats mine, Tal.

Yeah.

Theo, everything good?

Everyone, can we have the room?

Okay.

Oh, uh, let me treat you ladies

to some bad coffee in the cafeteria.

What's up, Theo?

So you put the black pawn in my classroom?

Well, I planted the white pawn, too,

but you never found it.

Where did you plant it?

In your office, right next to your copy

of Black's Law Dictionary.

I have to know, how did you miss it?

Were you teaching last semester without referencing Black's?

My copy of Black's is on my iPad.

Oh.

Oh.

Man's ridiculous reliance

on technology strikes again.

How did you get these?

Alma gave them to me.

She asked me to put them where you would find them.

Just Alma?

She said it was essential to carrying out

your father's final wishes.

It seemed to be a harmless request.

So it looks like after this walking boot thing,

your only aftercare is physical therapy.

What about my abdomen?

The doctor said it should heal before your foot,

so I think you're gonna be good.

A small price to pay for all that street cred

- you earned by getting shot. -

You should probably go ahead and drop

- a mixtape or something. -

No, no.

Do you remember Tommy's wedding when he tried to freestyle

- on the dance floor? - Oh, whoa, whoa.

Excuse me, I had bars.

Ah, we can't keep meeting this way.

It seems that dead people keep showing up in your vicinity,

Professor Garland.

Is that a question?

Why exactly were you at the cemetery, sir?

I was visiting my family's graves.

In the dead of night?

It had to be pitch black out there.

The funny thing about grief, Detective,

it doesn't respect the clock.

I felt compelled to visit my father's grave, so I did.

Except you weren't found anywhere

near your father's grave.

- We checked. - Uh, excuse you.

My brother is the victim here.

He was shot twice.

We're aware, sir.

Okay, so instead of trying to stress test his story,

maybe you should be out finding the person

that tried to murder him.

Who shot me?

The man called McDermott or the person who killed him?

Neither.

I'm sorry. Neither?

We found three different types of bullet casings

in the graveyard.

There was a third shooter out there that night, Professor.

That's who we believe shot you.

Supreme Court.

Couldn't be any prouder.

Appreciate it, Jack.

What's this?

Congratulatory token.

You didn't have to.

It was the least I could do.

Go ahead, open it.

Smart to find a private area

since, apparently, I'm a war criminal now.

Wouldn't wanna be seen in public with the likes of me.

The Defense Committee came down very hard on you, Jack.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

They were upset with themselves

and needed someone to take it out on.

Not as if I was the one who gave the president

a blank check for the hostile takeover

of two sovereign nations.

With my nomination

and the aforementioned public scrutiny,

I thought that perhaps it might be advisable

for us to end our relationship.

You don't wanna be my friend anymore, Oliver?

The Supreme Court, it attracts more oversight,

more eyeballs, more chances for us to get caught.

More oversight? Where have you been?

They police themselves, they don't even have

a cohesive ethics code.

I don't wanna be a criminal anymore, Jack.

Well, unfortunately for you,

it's not a costume you can take on and off.

You are what you are already.

It was your choice, not mine.

And if I just resign?

Decline the nomination and leave the judiciary altogether?

I would never let you do that.

Everything all set for the Golden Creek

Sullivan Janssen case?

He's counting on us.

What's good here?

Oh, steak frites.

I'm starving.

The Marc Hadley exposés are dropping left and right.

And Anderson Cooper is gonna dedicate

an entire segment to him.

I wonder what the White House is waiting for.

They should announce me soon.

- Any word from Ruthy? - Not yet.

Well, fingers crossed.

Uh, can I have my bag?

I know about your run-in with Lionel.