Previously on "Ordinary Joe"...
- I have a son? - I put him up for adoption.
I appreciate you meeting with me.
I'm hoping to contact my son.
Your name isn't on the birth certificate.
So I'm basically screwed without you.
Oh, well, then I guess you're screwed.
I'm sorry.
Are you and Mom getting a divorce?
Everything is gonna be fine.
The partners just decided
you're gonna finish your law degree.
- Oh, my God. - Told you!
Stop! Police!
This guy tried to assassinate Congressman Diaz.
Wayne Coleman just died.
And then what happened?
I shot him.
In a crowd?
Just lucky nobody else got hit.
After you apprehended and cuffed the suspect,
what'd you do?
I applied pressure to the wound,
radioed for emergency services, and waited for them to come.
I then accompanied the suspect to the hospital.
Sounds like you did everything right.
- Frank. - I'm here as his union rep.
I'm allowed to talk.
I tried to do the right thing.
But the suspect later died.
Due to complications from a secondary infection.
That's not on Officer Kimbreau.
He did his job.
These look good.
All right, hit me with the list.
- Uh, binoculars? - Check.
- Astronaut helmet? - Check.
Flashlight?
Check. Check.
Thanks for doing all this, Dad.
Of course.
I know, but it's on a school night.
Listen, the Oreo-nitis...
Orionids.
That's what I said. What'd you think I said?
- Oreo-nitis. - No, definitely not.
- So, the... - Orionids.
Meteor shower only happens once a year.
You are my only son.
So weekend or weekday, we're there.
Tradition.
And if we're lucky,
we might see up to 20 shooting stars an hour.
I would love that.
Where's your mom? She's late.
- Dad? - Yeah?
Helmet.
Let's see.
I'm never late. I got to go.
Opportunities like this don't come twice in a lifetime.
I appreciate the firm's faith in me
to become an attorney, I do,
but it's not the right time for me to move to Atlanta.
Then when is?
I already gave you my answer.
- There you are. Everything okay? - No.
Everything's not okay?
No. I mean, yes. I'm good.
Oh.
So are we still on for this afternoon?
I wouldn't miss it.
Thank you for doing this.
I think couple's therapy is gonna be really good for us.
Me too.
Bye, Dad!
See you, Starman.
Did you get any sleep last night?
Barely.
I kept thinking of what it would be like
to be in space during a meteor shower.
Weightless, surrounded by all those stars.
You're a Kimbreau all right.
What's that mean?
Well, it means you're a dreamer.
Just like your dad.
What did Dad dream of becoming when he was a kid?
What's this?
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- Is this... - Your kid? Yes.
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Shooting Board made a decision.
They found you acted within policy.
It was a good shooting.
But they want you to attend counseling.
And when a therapist signs off,
you're free from desk duty.
What about my promotion?
Are they gonna take my badge?
Just finish your therapy
and then everything goes back to normal.
Normal.
I don't even know what that is.
Come on, Keith.
Can you at least get me off desk duty?
I'm...
It's not a punishment, kid.
This kind of stuff, it stays with you the rest of your life.
- It's good to talk to someone. - I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Okay.
I ever tell you about Robbie Jones?
Held up a bank on 108th.
Shot and killed a guard in the process.
We secured the perimeter.
There was no place for him to go,
but he comes out with his gun raised.
And all the time, I'm thinking to myself,
"Please don't make me shoot you,
please don't make me shoot you."
I just want to get home.
But he would not lower the gun when instructed.
And so I did what they taught us at the academy.
Go to therapy. Get your head straight.
And then move on.
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Everyone say, "Diaz"!
Diaz!
Big smiles, remember?
These look great, you guys.
Okay, this time real smiles, kids.
- Hey. - Hey.
What are you doing here?
Anything Amy wants.
- She didn't tell you? - Mm.
The entire campaign team is meeting here in about an hour.
She did not.
Well, surprise.
I'm also managing her social media now.
I'm scanning to make sure that she's not tagging anything
inappropriate, but...
I looked into your tags too
since you are the husband of the candidate now.
Yeah?
Why were you at Jenny Banks' birthday party last night?
We, uh... we reconnected at the reunion.
Her... her husband invited me. It's not a big deal.
You know what is a big deal
is you jeopardizing your marriage,
your career, your wife's campaign, and my career...
Eric. Eric.
Jenny and I are just friends.
- Yeah. - We're just friends.
Okay, you and Jenny Banks have never been "just friends."
So...
why do you think you need couple's therapy?
So...
how was couple's therapy?
- It was fine. - It was terrible.
Well, at least he showed up.
He was there, but he wasn't there-there.
Showing up is half the battle, right?
That's what I said.
GI Joe.
- He just couldn't open up. - Sometimes it's harder
for men to share their feelings than women.
It must've taken me at least three sessions
before I started actually sharing on the real-real.
Wait, you and Amy went to therapy?
Yeah, we still do, man.
Marriage takes work, my friend.
Ah. Thanks, Doc.
Our therapist wants us to dig deep and find out
what we really want, what we really need.
I don't even know what that means.
That means are you a gardener or a flower?
The what?
Well, every relationship has a gardener
that's supportive, nurturing.
And the flower's someone who needs a little more attention
in order to flourish or bloom.
Well, I'm definitely the gardener.
Oh, I'm definitely the gardener.
- Or you can be both. - How do you be both?
Well, that's what communicating
with your partner's all about.
Give and take.
You have to open up, let go, and share
when you need a little more water or TLC.
I just don't think Joe's wired that way.
I don't know what I need.
That's because you have abandonment issues.
I do not.
Your dad, Celeste, Uncle Frank.
You know what? Just stop.
Look, just give it until the fifth or sixth session.
It will work.
This was only the first session, give it time.
Oh, I hope you're right.
At least he agreed to go again today.
Good.
At least Jenny's not moving to Atlanta.
What do you mean?
Why would Jenny be moving to Atlanta?
How you doing today?
I'm fine.
So why are you here, Joe?
Uh...
Shooting Board wanted me to be here, so...
I'm here.
But you don't think you should be here?
I did what I was trained to do.
I'm not sure what else you need me to say.
I don't need you to say anything.
But you've been through a traumatic event.
Look,
we don't have to talk at all.
But just so you know,
whatever you don't deal with, will deal with you.
Jenny. Hey.
- Hey. - What brings you by?
I want to talk to you about our shooter, Coleman.
I'm not sure what's left to talk about, Jen, he's dead.
The case is closed.
Did you know that Coleman had a sister?
No. I didn't.
Carrie Coleman died less than a year ago, overdose.
That's... that's unfortunate.
Coleman's foster mom told me
when she came to identify the body.
She gave me access to all of this.
Jenny, I'm on desk duty because of this.
I got a lot of reports to transcribe.
Can we not do this right now?
Sure.
You okay?
I'm fine.
When was the last time you slept?
I know it must be difficult.
I didn't realize that you became a doctor like your pops.
Are you doing house calls for all your cases?
If you ever need an old friend to talk to,
I'm here.
- Joe. - Dr. Banks.
I'm just on my way to see the Congressman...
You ordered a test for Congressman Diaz
after I explicitly told you not to.
I'm sorry, I was just trying to do right by the patient.
That's a fireable offense.
Is that...
Is that what this?
No. I'm not gonna do that
because you're married to my daughter.
But next time,
I won't care.
There will not be a next time, I promise.
Well, congratulations, you were right.
And now you get to go tell the congressman,
who may never walk again,
that he also has Parkinson's.
Hey there, stranger.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
Congressman. Good to see you.
Bobby, please. Okay?
You saved my life for God sakes.
What brings you around?
- Oh... - Hey, you're early.
- Hey. - Hey.
You two headed out?
- My desk is over here. - Yeah.
So where we headed?
Do you like gardening?
In general or...
As in a date.
- Oh. - Now.
Sure. Yeah, my first gardening date.
You are kind of dressed nice.
I probably should've warned you.
You need to take that?
No.
- I'm all yours. - Perfect.
I didn't realize Grand Central was moving across town.
- I hope that's okay. - Yeah, it's great,
I love everyone knowing where we live.
Hey, listen, can I talk to you for a few seconds?
Excuse me, I know I shouldn't do this,
but can I get a picture?
Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
Oh, sorry, I meant with Amy.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay. All right.
One, two, three.
- Thank you. - There you go.
Your speech last night was so raw and honest.
When you opened up about your own fertility issues,
it made me feel seen and less alone
about having my own miscarriage.
I just had to say thank you.
No, thank you for sharing your story.
I'm happy that I made a difference for you.
Oh, it made a difference to a lot of people.
Here. Check it out.
It's my truth and I want you to know...
It's over a million views.
You're gonna be an internet meme.
Whatever that means.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
It means that they love you.
Your speech was amazing.
You didn't see my speech.
Hey. Amy. Come on.
Look, I apologized last night.
I-I am so sorry that I was late.
I had no idea there was gonna be an accident.
But I was there the whole time.
And you,
you were brilliant.
- I was nervous. - You had Bobby.
What does that mean?
- Hey. - Nothing.
The head of the DNC just invited Amy
to dinner in Washington.
We got to go, right now.
Right now, right now? What's the rush?
- Can it wait a day? - Contributions are pouring in.
I lined up some meet-and-greets with some high-ticket donors.
I mean, this is your coming out party.
Everybody wants a spot on the Amy Kindelán dance card.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Great. Okay.
Time to move, people!
Tell the plaintiffs that's our final offer
or we go to trial.
Thank you.
Give me five?
You here for an encore?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I ruined your birthday party.
Ever since you told me the news, I have felt numb.
Like I'm watching my life from outside my body.
And it's not an excuse, but I just felt like I needed
to come and explain to you why I acted like such a...
Selfish ass?
I was gonna say jerk, but fair enough.
I get it. It's fine.
If I found him,
would you want to know?
Okay.
Did you?
Find him?
Zeke.
Our son's name is Zeke.
I know you didn't want to know, but now that we do,
I can't not go.
I just... I just want to see him.
I just need to see the face of the kid
that I'm gonna be praying for, for the rest of my life.
Do you want to come with me?
I mean, don't you want to see him too?
You should leave.
Hey...
Jen, what's going on?
Zeke.
His name is Zeke.
Are you sure?
No.
So you don't think I should open it?
You know the story of Pandora's box, right?
She released all the...
The misery and evil unto the world.
Yes, but the thing that most people don't remember
is that the last thing out of that box
was hope.
You did what was best for you then.
You'll do what's best for you now.
I pick the music.
Okay.
- You look pretty busy. - Very.
Anything interesting?
Attorney-client privilege. I can't discuss it.
Oh, my God, it's still here!
Benny's! Your favorite spot.
We got to go.
We don't have time to dillydally.
No, let's just get up to Binghamton,
do what we came here to do, and go.
Come on, Jenny.
You can't drive to school without stopping here.
You forget, I know you.
You knew me for a short while a long time ago.
People change.
My car, my rules. Remember?
Some of us are still the same.
For someone who didn't want to stop, you crushed that burger.
I forgot how good these were.
I forgot how messy you were.
Is it gone?
Not quite.
Thanks.
Do you remember the time we went up to Woodstock?
- Oh, my God. - It's you!
My favorite couple.
Benny.
You went to Syracuse, right?
Good memory.
What's it been?
About nine years?
- Ten. - Mm.
- The time flies. - Uh-huh.
Look at you, getting all famous and coming back here.
Whoa.
Guess that rock and roll business pays well.
Um...
Glad to see you two got married after all.
And you two must have the most beautiful children.
How many kids you got?
- Two girls. - Ooh.
- If you'll excuse me. - Okay.
Uh, you're coming with me, hotshot.
I want to take one of those selfies.
- Yeah. - Grands are gonna love this.
Okay.
- You lied, okay? - I did not.
You accused me of not opening up and then you lied.
I didn't tell you about Atlanta
because there was nothing to consider.
- Oh, okay. - Meanwhile, I had to hear
about you overstepping at work from my dad.
I can handle your dad.
What I can't handle is you being a hypocrite.
I didn't lie.
An omission is still a lie, am I right?
This isn't about who's right or wrong,
but I am curious, Jenny,
why even if you were going to turn down the offer,
you didn't share the good news with Joe.
I mean, it's quite a prestigious grant.
I don't know.
Is it because Barrett got you the grant?
It was all the partners who offered me the scholarship.
I earned it because I'm good at what I do.
Who's Barrett?
Barrett's one of the partners.
You're making this about Barrett and it is about me.
You asked me what I want?
I have wanted to be a lawyer my whole life.
But then Christopher got diagnosed
and I let go of that dream and I made my peace with it.
Then this incredible offer came...
And I guess I thought
telling you would make the dream real again.
And I knew... I knew there was no way
I was gonna skip town to pursue law school,
especially when...
Just would've been cruel.
To who?
To me?
Do you think that I would resent you
for getting to pursue your dreams
since I didn't get to pursue mine?
I used to be able to tell you anything.
The good and the bad. But now...
Now you think I'm spiteful and insecure.
When did you start pitying me?
That's all for today.
This is good.
May not feel very good right now, but it's very good.
So what do you think?
My mouth,
it's tingling.
Yes. That is called seasoning.
It's paprika, garlic, ginger, and cinnamon.
I've never had anything like it.
Well, that is because your dad eats like a five-year-old.
When we were in school, every day
after band practice, nothing but grilled cheeses.
You and my dad were in a band?
Oh, yeah.
They're still waiting for Dave Grohl to call back.
I was the smarts, your dad was definitely the talent.
Dude could sing.
But the best concert that I have ever been to,
still is your dad
in Porter's Pub in college.
He really should've been a rock star, I mean...
Why'd he stop doing music?
Life.
Uh, but...
But, you know, music is not a real job.
Hey, sorry I'm so late.
How was the dentist?
Cavities hurt, lots of drilling.
See you later, buddy.
- Enjoy. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Thank you guys.
- Bye. - See you.
All right.
Are you allowed to have dessert if you have a cavity?
Um...
- Well... - I'm just kidding.
I know you and Dad were at therapy.
Now, make sure you do it carefully
so you get the roots, okay?
Otherwise, these pesky weeds, they just come right back.
So dig deep and dig carefully.
- That's right. - All right.
- We got it, we got it.
You know, I thought you were gonna bolt when I asked you
to roll up your sleeves and get dirty.
Are you kidding?
I live for mulch.
My mom had us planting seeds
and tending to porch planters when we were kids.
She thought it'd get us to eat our vegetables.
Did it work?
Never met a carrot I didn't like.
This neighborhood's a food desert.
I just really hope that this community garden
gives the kids something of their own
that they can feel proud about, you know?
Well, look at them. They're psyched.
I mean, what you're doing here is...
Thank you.
I really needed this.
Yeah.
Ahh!
Joe.
Ah!
You okay? Joe?
Joe, are you okay?
Okay, just breathe, breathe.
Somebody help! Please, just call 911!
It's gonna be okay.
Just breathe. Joe.
I don't see a reason to take you in, unless you want us to.
- You okay? - I'm fine.
Panic attack.
Hang in there, brother.
I'm sorry. That's never happened before.
I don't know what that was about.
You don't have to apologize, okay?
I'm just... I'm glad you're okay.
The guy that I shot at Bobby's rally,
he, uh...
He's dead.
And, uh,
I can't stop playing it
in my head over and over
and over again.
Some guys go their entire careers
without pulling their gun.
And I killed someone.
I...
I-I took someone's life.
You also saved someone's life.
You're a good person.
You're a good person, Joe Kimbreau.
You still do that knee tapping thing
when you're nervous.
Was this a bad idea?
It's 3:00. Where's the bell?
Jeez.
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Which one is he?
I don't see him yet.
I haven't been this nervous
since I was waiting for my bar results.
I don't think I've been this nervous ever.
Hey, it's me.
I'm gonna have a full-blown panic attack.
I'm about to meet Senator Warren
and I really hope that I don't throw up on her carpet.
Oh, God, I wish you picked up.
Wish you were here.
Call me.
You good?
Yeah, my hand's shaking.
Just reminding me why I have to pass the torch.
Well, if it's any consolation, I'm a wreck too.
Look at us.
A couple of walking disasters, huh?
Okay. Game face.
Game face.
I can control the tremors
and you can slay the butterflies
and if you throw up,
it's an ugly rug anyway.
I want my key back.
Is this about the photoshoot with my family?
No.
Is this about Joe?
It's about me.
Look, I don't like who I am when I'm with you.
This whole thing, you, us?
I'm becoming someone that I don't want to be.
It's over.
Just give me my key back, please.
Amy, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that we don't get to spend as much time together
as you'd like.
As we'd both like.
Look, we're good together.
You know it.
And I know I wouldn't be here without you.
I promise that as soon as this election is done, I'm out.
I will get a divorce. Okay?
No more hiding.
No more secrets.
Just you and me together, okay? Finally.
If you want to get a divorce,
that is your decision.
I'm done.
My key please.
Maybe we should just go.
What?
That's him.
That's our son.
Hey, bud.
Okay. How's that?
- Great. - Better?
There we go. Okay.
Shoot, I forgot the s'mores in the car.
- I'll be right back. - All right.
Okay.
We're all set up for super star-gazing, buddy.
Meteors are space rocks, not stars.
All right. Save the technicalities
for when you work for NASA, smartass, okay?
Dad?
Yeah?
Did I ruin your life?
What?
Bud, you are my life.
I know you dreamed of being a musician,
but you gave it up after college.
Christopher...
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to do the math.
I know that's when I was born.
Sometimes,
the most beautiful dreams are the ones
that we have yet to dream.
And being your dad
is more beautiful than any dream
I could've ever imagined.
I love you, Dad.
Back at you, Starman.
All right.
Should we look at these stars?
Hi.
- Hey. - Hey.
Appreciate you coming in on short notice.
Yeah. Yeah.
Waiter. Another Pappy 15 for my friend here please.
- And the check. - Yes, sir.
So what can I do for you, Congressman?
Bobby.
There you go.
I understand that you've been on desk duty
since Wayne Coleman passed away.
That can't be very exciting for someone as ambitious as you.
You'd be surprised how exhilarating data entry can be.
You're funny.
That's good.
What would you say if I offered you a position
on my security detail?
Uh...
I'd say that's... interesting.
You wouldn't have to leave your job, okay?
But it would get you off the bench.
And it would be good PR for me.
And for the department.
Hmm.
Your drink, sir.
Thanks.
And besides, I...
I still owe you one.
Thanks.
Excellent.
Okay, seeing as you are now a part of the team,
I have some sensitive information
I'd like to share with you.
My lips are sealed.
My wife, Regina,
she's a wonderful mother and partner.
We've been through a lot together.
I love her.
But...
at this point,
our marriage is purely
a political arrangement.
There's someone else that I care deeply about
and she cares deeply about me.
I need your help navigating some private meetings.
Keep her out of the public eye.
You okay with that?
Just let me know who to look out for.
You know her already.
She's my speech writer, Amy Kindelán.
I'm going to get out of here because I want to get home
before it's lights out for the kids.
Thanks, Joe.
I knew I could trust you.
- Hey. Joe. - Jenny.
It's late, what are you doing here?
Seemed like the only way I could talk to you
is show up to your work.
You avoiding my calls?
No, it's not you, it's just...
It's been a day.
Sorry, but this might make it more complicated.
Wayne Coleman,
his sister interned for Bobby Diaz.
- What? - He wrote her a gushing letter
of rec for a tech company in Silicon Valley,
but only interned for him for eight weeks.
Who writes a rave review for an intern
who fetches coffee for a couple of months?
You think that they had an affair?
That he bribed her with some fancy job to stay silent?
He wouldn't be the first politician to play that move.
She probably threatened to expose their relationship.
Which would've derailed his marriage,
his career, his whole life.
What if her death wasn't an accident?
What if Congressman Diaz had something to do with it?
He asked me if I regretted not following my dream
of becoming a musician.
And, uh,
it made me think about what happened today in therapy.
I don't pity you, Joe.
I don't.
If I'm being totally honest with you...
I do mourn the loss of not pursuing music.
And when I heard about that whole law school thing,
there was a part of me that was probably jealous
that you get a second shot at your dream.
But Barrett, partners,
I don't care where the offer came from.
I cared
that you felt like you couldn't tell me.
That stung.
I'm sorry that I kept it from you.
I accept my choices. I've got no regrets.
Yeah, I still love playing music, but I love us more.
I love us too.
I want you to have your dream.
And if that means going to Atlanta, then go.
I can't.
Five, ten years from now, Jenny,
regret and resentment will creep in,
it'll seep in, and that will slay me.
I don't want to leave Christopher.
And you.
How are we going to work on healing our relationship
900 miles apart?
Maybe we all go.
What are you saying?
We move the whole family to Atlanta?
I heard they got plenty of hospitals
and schools down there.
Don't get me wrong,
I appreciate the radical honesty,
but, uh,
I don't think moving is gonna fix our relationship.
I'd be willing to wager
they got plenty of couples therapists too.
Look, we'll figure it out.
Like we always do.
Together.
Shooting star.
Make a wish.
I wish I got to hold him.
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