Keeping the Faith

If I have to stay here for two days,
I'll give them an ischemic
wh-whatever the hell I had.

I assume your brother
knows all about this.

Yeah, he's, um,
he's stuck in the Hamptons...

but he's--
he's checking in and, and--

Yeah. Okay. Well, doesn't matter.
I'll be home by tomorrow.

Thanks, guys,
for being so dutiful.

It's our pleasure.
So where's the third Musketeer,
Miss Reilly?

Hmm? Workin' hard?
- What?
- You know what? Um, I--
I need a cup of coffee.

- I'll get it.
- No, that's okay. I'm gonna get it.

You guys stay and talk.
- What happened?
- Look, Mom, I don't want you
to worry about this, okay?

- Everything's gonna be fine.
I've dealt with it.
- "Dealt with it"? You dealt with what?

I dealt with it.
It's over, and I don't--

- I wanna talk to you about this.
- No, we don't have to talk about it.

- I wanna talk to you about this!
- I think you should rest.

- There's--
There's nothing to talk about.
- Yes, there is.

- No, there isn't.
- There is.

Sit back. Relax.
Listen to me. There's a reason
why your brother isn't here.

- Yeah, I know, I know.
- No, you don't know.
- No, I know...

- No, you don't.
- and I'm not gonna
let that happen again.

You don't know!
I made a mistake.
It's true, he's punishing me
a little too much for it...

but it was my fault.
It's hard to see your son
as a man.

I couldn't do that for him.
You're a man, Jake. You're a good man.
I did a good job with you.