Servant

You must be drowning out there.

Yeah.

There you go.

- Okay. - There it is.

- Thanks. - Hey, little fella.

He's a bit cranky with strangers. Yeah.

You gonna be able to fly in this? It's torrential.

It's a private charter. I don't think safety crosses their mind.

Hey, have you been eating my sumac? I'm sure I had more than this.

Yes, dear. That's precisely what I do.

I sneak down in the night and I eat spoonfuls of your precious spices.

Should I not go? I mean, they could find someone else, you know, by tonight.

You do this every time you fly. I think you have a phobia.

I don't have a phobia.

I have things I like and things I don't fucking like.

It just so happens that column two is full.

It's her first letter.

I was beginning to think no one cared about her.

Who's it from?

- How should I know? - Open it.

You'll do no such thing.

Leanne?

If you want that ride to the airport, we have to leave now.

Are you going on a trip, Mr. Turner?

Sean's traveling tonight with the Philadelphia Eagles.

They begged him to cook for them. It's a huge honor.

I'll be back early tomorrow.

And there's something for you on the counter.

I'll see you tonight.

Sean.

Rain, rain, go away.

Come again another day.

Rain, rain, go away.

Little baby wants to play.

Hello, little flower.

Are they home?

Work.

Well, let's have a proper look at him.

Shoes.

Dorothy doesn't allow shoes in the house.

The sewage pipes in Center City are over a hundred years old

and today is the day they finally said, "Enough is enough."

Leanne? Is everything...

Dorothy Turner.

Do I know you?

No. But I know you.

This is my uncle George, Dorothy.

Family.

I'm sorry. We weren't expecting anyone.

I'm just passing through town for the day.

Thought I'd surprise her.

Make sure she's behaving herself.

Well, she's no trouble to us at all. Are you, Leanne?

For the baby.

How generous.

It's elm. From a very special tree that grows in our field.

- It's... - Your husband.

Of course. It's a chef.

That's lovely.

Well, I was just gonna make some dinner.

Would you like to join us, George?

- Hey. - Hey.

How was the flight?

Bumpy. Can't stay long. I got to start service in a minute.

Everything's fine.

It's still raining.

Are these done?

Reduce the heat and turn 'em skin-side down.

Is that all for you?

No, we have a guest. Leanne's uncle is in town.

- Her what? - Her uncle George.

I don't know if he's a blood uncle or a family friend.

The term is so generic these days.

- Dorothy, who the fuck is in our house? - I already told you.

Dorothy, you're gonna have to ask him to leave.

Well, I can't do that. I just invited him to dinner.

We have no idea who this man is.

Leanne vouched for him.

Who the fuck vouched for her?

Stop being hysterical. He's an old man.

I think this is gonna be dry.

Dorothy!

Call me at bedtime and stop worrying so much.

Here we are.

Bon appétit.

As they say in Paris.

Good.

That was nice.

This is Sean's recipe.

Although personally, I always leave out the garlic.

It's such a shame you won't get to meet him.

But work is work.

Molecular gastronomy is his field of expertise.

Sean can bully a professional kitchen like no one else.

Not that he's a bad person.

Sometimes people need a firm hand to know their place.

Yes. That's exactly what Sean says.

So, what is your line of business, George?

Salvage.

Ships?

Sometimes.

This is very nice, Dorothy.

Such impeccable manners.

She was always a pleaser.

Most beautiful baby you ever saw.

Wouldn't know it to look at her now though.

I know it's still early days,

but it feels like Leanne has been here forever.

Which, of course, we hope she will be.

I'm afraid there's been some issues back home.

Leanne will be needed there.

I'm not sure that fits in with our plans.

You have a contract?

We have a verbal agreement.

A month's trial.

Yes, that's right, but we just included that...

In case you wanted to get rid of her.

Excuse me.

- Julian? - God! It is really coming down out there.

Why didn't you call?

Sean's not here if you're just here to get drunk.

I know. He called me from a kitchen in Boston.

This is my brother, Julian.

Julian, this is Leanne's uncle, George.

A pleasure.

Did you eat already?

I'll have what you leave.

You have a large family, Leanne?

Or is this just a one-off?

What hours do you work, girl?

He probably just needs a feeding.

Mother knows best.

So...

how do you wanna do this?

Clear the table for our host.

No.

Why don't you start by telling me who the fuck you really are?

I'm the same as you, Julian.

You figure?

Uncles.

It's a greater responsibility than people realize.

In the event of a tragedy, that's when we step up.

Take the child under our wing, if we're good people.

We are both good people. Aren't we, Julian?

Dishes scraped? In the sink?

Yes.

You can wash and I will dry.

Close the door behind you.

We have a problem.

No shit.

He wants to take Leanne from us.

Good. Let him.