Bad Impulse

Every time I'm on your program.

You cannot boil such a complex social-economic issue into such simplistic...

Of course, of course I can.

Just because you have a problem with my belief system does not mean that...

No, no. I don't.

Does... does not mean that these incidences

- were not a direct attack on American values... - Mommy, no.

- ...and the things that make this country... - Mommy, mommy please.

You never come to me.

Not that please. No, no, no, no.

I hate you. I wish you would just go away.

You quit on me.

You quit on our benefactor and you quit on the family.

We are so... blessed.

The shocking story of a gruesome murder-suicide in the affluent suburb of Vista View,

where a wife and mother beat her husband to death...

Is Maggie going to be okay if we go away? Where is she going to eat?

She's going on a date. Some people trust their children.

Now there's some high humor right there, Chris.

Your time will come

when you meet the right guy and we approve.

- When you're 50. - Good one, Dad.

Thirty seconds that goes in your bag.

Mom, I got to cut my reload time.

Yeah, boy strives for perfection, Chris.

Someday I hope to be mediocre.

Ah, you keep trying, you're almost there.

I mean, if you spent half the time you do on that thing than on your schoolwork...

Mom, I get A's. They don't give out pluses anymore.

Exactly, one-tenth of your giant nerd brain for school,

half for video games and the rest for devising ways to peep at my friends.

Yeah, like I want to peep on your stupid friends.

One time Maggie and I were changing...

- My God! You are such a liar. - You know, cut it out.

...still trying to determine which half of this deadly couple...

Look at this.

No history of violence or abuse and then all of a sudden, bam!

Murder-suicide. It's unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

It's not so hard to imagine stasis is an illusion.

Once we create something, the world starts working to destroy it.

And where did you pick up that little nugget?

I'm just saying, you can't fight it.

It's like physics. It's a natural law.

- Uh, could I be excused? My, uh, battery's dying. - Bowl in the sink.

I'm going, too. Trevor Hall just put new rims on Haley, it's all over Insta.

We leave in an hour.

- Oh, well. Maybe Trevor will let me go in his car. - Never!

Angela, do you hear me? We leave in an hour.

Okay, okay.

Is it too late to home school?

It was a joke.

I really should fix that bathroom window...

with all these crazies out there.

God! Do we not have enough problems without you manufacturing new ones?

- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing.

Did you even eat? We've got to get packed.

No better than the animals in the jungle.

Sam, Sam, we're leaving.

Come on.

Can't believe you're not coming. You're my buffer.

I know but when Brandon Reilly invites you to dinner.

Any idea what he wants?

Well, it's shaping up to be one hell of a quarter.

I think this is how it starts, partner track.

Do you see my phone?

Hey, Angela's going to be off to college in two years,

the boys are growing like weeds.

- I don't want you to miss any more of this. - You're such a romantic.

Remember when I told you when I proposed to you.

Yeah, you said you didn't deserve me.

Yeah, I didn't.

I still don't and you're still the best thing that ever happened to me.

You do. You deserve it all. We do.

Give your old man hell.

Right. Uh, apologize to Diane for me, will you?

Oh, man! You're going to be paying for this until Christmas.

Look after the ladies for me now.

Dad, for real?

You're the man of the house.

You drive safe.

- Yeah. Bye. - Bye.

Bye. I love you.

Yeah, we love you.

Is everyone belted?

- Yes. - Yes.

All right, seatbelt, Sam.

Belts on, guys, we don't move till those belts go on.

Really? No, I'm just doing my job.

Oh, in the office next to yours. Yeah, I'd love that.

Of course, I'll have the office next to yours, absolutely.

I'd love to call you Brandon.

Mr. Sharpe, sorry to drop in unannounced like this.

- What can I do for you? - Well, I strongly feel I can help you.

Are you satisfied with your current level of home security?

I'm sorry.

Lou Branch, intruder management and protection, cutting-edge security for the private sector.

You look to me like a man who is very concerned about his family

and to me family is absolutely everything.

Right. Well, Mr. Branch, listen, I'm kind of in a hurry right now so...

- Call me Lou. - All right. Okay, Lou.

- I'm kind of running late for a meeting here. - An important meeting?

- Dinner with the boss. - Ah, the first of many I hope.

Appreciate your fat wallets and clear skies right onto the horizon.

Hey, listen. I appreciate you stopping by but I really have to get ready.

Mr. Sharpe, I can't look at this moment and think

in some wake of avoidable tragedy that you would look back with this with regret.

I can maybe give you 10 minutes.

I only need 5.

Okay, Lou, lay it out for me.

Et voila!

The IMP 616, the flagship.

Your home encased in a dome of protection

distinguishing between your wanted guests

and the unwanted violators of your sacred space.

It's a microchip.

Yes, inserted into a state-of-the-art anklet coded to your DNA.

Numbered key cards screen the guests and allow the guests you want.

- Okay. - It's time to stand up for your family, Henry.

It is time to win the battle of good over evil.

Lou, this is fascinating stuff and you definitely have a way about you,

but, uh, I got to get a move on. I'll run it past my wife.

I look forward to our next meeting.

Oh, thank you for inviting me along to dinner tonight, Mr. Reilly.

It's nothing.

You're a good man, Henry. How long you been with the firm now?

- Going on 10 years now. - Hmm. That's quite a run.

- Strange business, eh? - Ah.

Oldest long con in American history, eh?

It's gambling and what do we say, only gambling...

It's only gambling if you don't know you're going to win.

I fear I have broken that rule.

I'm sorry.

We have a client, very particular, very demanding,

old money, massively diversified.

We gambled with his account, good planning, but we caught a bad break.

What's the damage?

40 million dollars.

Okay. Uh, well, Sir, first thing Monday morning I'm going to break open the books.

I can fix it.

You already have, son.

- You are going to take the fall here. - What?

The partnership can't be held responsible.

It'll sink us, but a junior member...

No, no, no, Mr. Reilly. Sir, no. That would end my career.

I... I got... I have a family to support.

We have prepared a compensation package,

once you sign the right documents.

You've already made the call.

Client was furious,

but the account is still ours if it's all kept outside of the public eye.

No. No, this is a goddamn ambush.

No! I'll go to the shareholders.

I'll go to the press.

This is fucking illegal!

You are not going to do any such thing.

Watch me!

Sit down, son.

- Fuck you! - Sit down.

Let me paint you a picture of what comes next.

You ring the bell; you sound the alarm.

How do you imagine we will be forced to respond, huh?

This man making all these wild claims, is troubled,

an alcoholic, gambled himself into serious debt.

Perhaps these wild claims are part of a botched blackmail attempt.

Perhaps, this man was caught red-handed having an affair?

Calls into question the very morality of his beloved family unit, wouldn't you say?

You're worried about your career?

Take everything of value to you, watch it disappear.

Am I making myself clear?

Fuck!

Stop! Stop!

I got money. There's money in the house. Stop.

Please.

40 million dollars.

Good.

The headaches are still laying me out a couple of times a week.

The detectives come up with anything?

Ah, break-in gone bad, that's it.

- You still haven't told anyone. - I can't, Pete.

You don't know these people.

I pursue this, Chris' career, kids tormented at school, I...

I'm supposed to protect them.

I'm your doctor, Henry, not your priest.

I don't need a priest, Pete. I need a friend.

The good news is there's no permanent damage.

It's looking good.

Give it time, concussions are tricky.

With everything we know, what's up here is still a mystery.

There's Trevor.

Damn, son.

Vince is looking tight.

Seriously, I would redo sophomore year for one night with Trevor Hall.

- Here you go, baby. - Hey, wow. Thank you.

Sweet and spicy?

Just the way you like it. You ever going to take me out?

Ah, listen. Uh, you're a babe, all right. And you know it.

Come on, we're getting out of here.

Oh, hey, Grace. Hey, Charlotte.

Since when do you smoke?