Emperor of Ocean Park

Mr. Judge?

Mr. Judge, I'm here!

Mr. Judge?

So what are your thoughts

about the open border issue?

- What's the solution? - Lock 'em all up.

If Sleepy Joe isn't gonna do anything about it,

I, quite frankly, think Americans should feel

the freedom to take matters into their own hands.

Mr. Judge?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Is there nothing you can do?

I see.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

I'm with Claire and the kids.

- That was Mallory. - And?

And apparently there's some protesters

blocking the entrance.

A small to-do, he says.

Maybe we should pull over, Dad, wait until they've cleared out?

- Nonsense. - Oliver.

I'm not running from a group of hippies.

We're gonna walk in there as planned

with our heads held high.

That's the way Garlands do it.

Sweetheart, let's think about this...

As planned with our heads held high.

My body, my choice! My body, my choice!

- A small to-do, Mallory? - Not too late to turn back.

Let's go.

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!

Judge Garland has got to go!

- Dad! - Fascist!

- Dad! - Fascist!

Move!

Fascist! Fascist!

Standby.

Hi, Professor Garland.

You know Kimmer's not here, right?

Yeah, no, I'm actually here to grab the...

Emergency contact forms for Bentley's school.

Shoot, I forgot. I can grab them from her desk.

That's OK. I can go grab 'em.

Would you? I'm slammed.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mariah!

Sara, hi.

Text me about that raffle, OK? I want to help.

Ah, you're the best.

I highly doubt the board will approve

such a big purchase.

We need a new Smart Board vendor.

So for now, just...

Give us a minute, please?

What can I do for you, Mariah?

You can tell me why my son

was forced to sit at another lunch table

while Aiden Corbat called him Jim Crow.

Oh, God, it... that's horrible.

Maybe it's a misplaced

application of what they've been learning.

They were doing a unit on civil rights.

Clearly the unit wasn't very effective.

Calling the Black kid Jim Crow doesn't even make sense.

I promise you, he will be punished accordingly.

I don't want a punishment. I want expulsion.

I have four good kids enrolled at this school,

plus I'm on the fundraising committee,

so I know that we are the top givers three years running.

Donations don't buy on-demand punishment.

Well, in this case, they will.

Or I go to the press.

And it won't be Channel 4 Action News at 11 or whatever.

It will be The Tribune or The Times.

I'm still Facebook friends with half this nation's

top journalists.

Don't fuck with me, Tom.

I want that junior Klansman out of my school.

Hey, Uncle Mal. To what do I owe

the pleasure of this call?

Mariah, I'm sorry.

Please leave a detailed message.

Kimmer, I've been trying to get you all morning.

We need to talk.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

You look like your puppy just died.

I was in Kimmer's office.

Found flowers someone sent her.

- Red roses. - Shit.

That is unequivocally the most romantic type of flowers.

Great observation, Dana.

I mean, it's just confirmation

of what you already knew, right?

All the late night phone calls and mysterious errands

and meetings and business trips.

Dressing nicer, working out.

Kimmer has always looked good.

Yeah, like, normal good. But this isn't normal, man.

I mean, your wife's ass is like a work of art now.

I'm sorry, but it is.

Look, I know the behavior of a cheater when I see it.

I just need to talk to Kimmer first.

- Is that her? - No, my sister.

Mariah, hey. I can't talk right now.

I'm gonna be late for class.

Wait, slow down. What?

You look...

it fits great, honey.

One of the aides had an extra set.

You look like a bitch in that bow tie.

If I saw you on the street, I'd fuck you up

just for wearing it.

He looks like Malcolm X.

Nah, Malcolm X was cool.

He looks like Tucker Carlson.

- I like Tucker Carlson. - Oh.

Oh, you like some stuck-up, white, neo-con frat boy?

- Shocking. - Shut up.

What's Becky's name this week, Becky?

See, the operative phrase is "this week,"

'cause next week is Lashonda, Ming Li, or Mirabella.

I don't discriminate.

You need to be more like Tal.

- What, and wear a bow tie? - No, romantic, faithful.

Find a long-term, committed relationship.

Tal ain't in no long-term, committed relationship.

Tonya dumped his ass.

- Tonya dumped you? - No! She didn't.

We're doing the long-distance thing.

She bought a one-way ticket to Tokyo, bruh.

She leased an apartment and accepted a job there.

Read between the lines. It's over.

All right.

Let's talk some numbers.

Fact is, the days of 99 to 1 confirmations are long gone.

But we've convinced about half the Democrats to vote for you.

All the blue dogs love you

even if they won't admit it on camera.

So if half our friends are with us

on the other side of the aisle,

what does it mean for the count?

It means whichever way you cut it,

Oliver Garland will be the next Supreme Court Justice

of the United States of America.

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, you got that thing?

Can you sign this for me, Judge?

On second thought, make it out

to Senator Edelman.

Yeah!

Known for his staggering intellect

and steadfast fairness while on the Seventh Circuit Court,

it was his turn to far right politics

that brought Judge Oliver Garland

notoriety in later years.

Earning the nickname Titan of the Tea Party,

Garland and his incendiary rhetoric became a fixture

on talk radio and the speaking circuit.

Of course, what he will be most remembered for

was his failed nomination

to the United States Supreme Court.

His controversial connection to Jack Ziegler,

a former CIA operative...

That is about enough of that.

A bunch of the faculty are already emailing,

talking about a school-wide memorial for your dad.

- A bunch? - Well, Theo at least.

Called him "one of our most distinguished alums."

Yeah, I can't even think about that right now.

Matter of fact, I need to make some more calls.

Of course.

You can let it out, man.

I think I'm just in shock.

Well, don't keep that shit bottled up for too long.

It will eat you from the inside.

Your mother and I will meet you at the car.

Go, go. Go with Szuza.

How you holding up, champ?

You've had your nose in that thing the whole ride.

Look at this.

What am I looking at here?

My father's medical records.

Why do you have these?

He started sending them to me five years ago.

Said it was easier than my health-based interrogations.

At first I was hoping to find some answers,

but look... he was healthy.

Blood sugar, lipids, weight,

all down from where they were five years ago.

OK.

What if it wasn't a heart attack?

What, like a stroke?

No, what if it was meant to look like a heart attack

or a stroke or something natural,