ハイライトは"I want that to matter."

If Mickey Mantle had this much water pressure, he'd have hit 60 before Maris.

After that, all you can talk about is baseball and plumbing?

Mm. Oh. Oh, this game's going extra innings.

You think you can knock it out of the park?

Oh, I know I can.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, that was weird. I just got a chill.

Did you get your flu shot? There's a bug going around.

I haven't been sick since 1996. Now, come on, I'm up to bat, and you--

You feel hot.

You look hot.

Well, this game's rained out. I'm taking your temperature.

Oh, honey. No, please, come on. We can play through this. All right? Come on, batter up.

Open up.

Colony collapse, Neal. That's what we're dealing with here. Apis mellifera are dying off in terrifying proportions.

Timmy Nolan Park. People for the awareness of near earth objects, and now the plight of the honeybees.

Our nation's agriculture depends on these drones. Without pollination, there's no strawberries, no almonds--

No grapes? Is this about wine?

Maybe. You have room for three hives.

hive ミツバチの巣

That's three more beehives than I want on my terrace. I mean, is beekeeping even legal in New York?

Across all five boroughs. I mean, where's the danger?

Swarms spring to mind. Although a hive would be a decent hiding spot for contraband.

And an excellent business opportunity. Pollen, propolis, and honey have been known for their healing properties since Ancient Greece. And Cleopatra bathed in milk and honey, and, take it from me, what it did for my undercarriage--

Okay. Start with one hive. See you later.

Probably just allergies. All those trees dropping pollen everywhere.

I do love how leafy this neighborhood is. What is Neal doing here? Does he have a tracker on you?

Told him I was walking you to work.

Morning, Peter.

Morning.

Elizabeth.

Morning.

Want me to carry that for you?

You're casing her art.

What?

You're casing my art?

Please. You guys qualify for the friends and family plan.

I don't know what that means.

Speaking of families...

Oh, yeah, that's unbelievable. Figure your kid's dead...

Then after 15 years, Patrick shows up at the front door.

How does a 14-year-old evade an international manhunt? When was the last time you saw him?

The summer before my junior year. Oh, I fell in love with Europe. We were going to museums in every city, and it was one of the best tutoring jobs I ever had. But then he ran away from boarding school in Switzerland, and I never heard from him again.

boarding school 全寮制の学校

Must be nice to have a father who welcomes you home with old masters.

He wanted a lot of new pieces before the homecoming party. Oh, well, it will be nice to see him and William, and, wow, Bee was just a baby. And of course Stanton.

Who's Stanton?

The butler. He was kind of the glue that kept the family together.

Just one butler? Very frugal for gazillionaires.

frugal 質素な gazillionaire 億兆者

Okay, I'm leaving. Hey, by the way, I'm gonna be putting alarms on the art.

Mm.

Aw. No.

Just one.

What's going on? You sick?

Come on. The Mortensen Real Estate scandal's not gonna solve itself.

I wish it would.

Mrs. Burke. Do come in.

Stanton, you still can call me Elizabeth.

Unfortunately, I cannot. Good day.

Dad, you can't fire him. I'm telling you it's a violation of labor rights.

Bee, when you have graduated from Harvard Law, we'll continue this conversation.

But Stanton didn't do it.

Elizabeth.

William. Is this a good time?

Of course.

This is my daughter Bee.

I met you when you were a baby.

Mm, I've heard the stories. And I'm not going to law school.

Elizabeth, my apologies. Bee spends so much time with her head stuck in novels that the realities of life are all the harsher.

Is it true about Stanton? What happened?

He leaked the truth about my health to the press.

It was damaging to my business and a personal betrayal.

I'm really sorry to hear that. How are you?

Well, blood sugar spikes like the market, ticker's on Mile 24, but screw the doctors. Now that Patrick's home, I feel like I'm 40 again.

And? How is he?

Well, he's Patrick. As you know, art was the only thing we had in common, and I'm still hoping that's a way we can connect.

Liz Mitchell. I'm coming in.

Patrick? Wow. You're taller.

And lost the blue hair.

I like this better.

You are as beautiful as ever. Oh.

Yeah, that got us kicked out of the Accademia in Florence. Wow, you still have your scar too. What was that name of the horse again?

scar 傷跡

Cheval Chase.

Yes.

Threw me clear over the fence at Stony Hill.

Mm, and that was the first time I thought I'd lost you. I'm gonna go check on Bee.

Okay. All right, kid, I've got a lot of questions.

After mom died, I begged dad to let me stay in the city with him and Bee.

I was so sad about your mom.

Dad wanted me to go to Le Rosey. But I wasn't ready.

Is that why you ran?

I was tired of living on his terms.

You were just a kid. How did you do it?

Saved my allowance. On a ski day, I snowboarded from Zermatt to Cervinia, sold my gear, hopped on a train, and never looked back.

You put your family through hell.

What made you come back?

Dad. Rumors that he was sick were all over the papers. I came back for him, not for this life.

He's trying.

By buying me art?

It's his way of bonding. Let him.

Okay.

Well, I remember your tastes. We have Dutch masters, baroque, abstract expressionists.

That one. The Picasso.

The Homme Au Cornet? I put this in as a joke. Do you remember the Reina Sofia? You called Guernica a bastard child of cubist-surrealist mentovem and accused Picasso of crimes against beauty.

I was a kid. Tastes change.

You sure?

Yeah. I love it.

Well, I'll have the gallery send it over.

Elizabeth. How's Downton Abbey?

I know this is gonna sound weird, but I don't think Patrick Wolcott is Patrick Wolcott. It's his eyes. They're the right color, but it doesn't feel like him.

You think he's an imposter?

So it's possible.

Yeah, missing rich kids are a subset. You got your Patty Hearsts, your John Paul Gettys, talented Mr. Ripleys. William Wolcott is a perfect mark.

A very sick, emotionally fragile mark. Will you look into it?

Yeah. I have to run it by Peter, but...

How he's holding up?

I will find out.

How are you feeling?

Tip-top. Million bucks. Even if he is a ringer, you're telling me William Wolcott wouldn't know his own son?

Emotion is a con man's sweet spot. And I have good reason to believe that that is not the real Patrick.

Better be good.

It is.

Better be damn good.

It is.

Hmm?

Does your wife's intuition count?

El called you?

I did say you guys were on the friends and family plan.

Is this some elaborate ruse to avoid the Mortensen case?

ruse 策略

Okay, that hurts my feelings, because we're looking at potential identity theft, fraud. A family's fortune is at stake, not to mention the charitable foundation.

at stake 危機に瀕する

Based on what?

Pablo Picasso. Kid hated his work, and now he's pushing Elizabeth to buy one.

You want me to launch into an investigation based on a Picasso snafu?

snafu 混乱状態

Peter, this is like you suddenly becoming a Red Sox fan.

I'd have to be--

I'm--you'd have to what?

I'd have to be a different person.

Thank you.

It's hot in here.

Yeah, you really don't look good. You should go home.

I'm not going home. I'm not sick. I've never gone home sick. You're gonna have to give me more than Picasso.

Also suspicious-- Mr. Wolcott fired his butler of over 30 years.

Good help is hard to find.

Or he was set up. The smart move is to jettison anyone who intimately knew the real Patrick.

jettison 断念する

We'd need a DNA test.

His father hasn't ordered one. But Elizabeth could grab a hair when she's over there.

Okay, I'm not sending my wife in as a secret agent.

So send me in.

How?

The Wolcotts need a new butler. I can buttle.

Buttle?

Yeah, it's a verb. Neal Caffrey at your service.

I don't air dirty laundry.

I see that it's cleaned. I did not speak with the press.

Ah. Oh, thank you. Yes. Would you like one?

Excuse me. One pours from the right.

Always from the right. May I?

Are you feeling warm, sir?

I am. But I've got my own, thanks. Stanton, you're not under investigation, but we do have questions about Patrick. Do you have any reason to believe this isn't him?

He's grown, of course. But the mannerisms... If it isn't, he's a brilliant study.

If he is a fraud, you could have exposed him. He might have sabotaged you.

We need physical evidence. A DNA mismatch would prove he isn't a Wolcott.

Thanks to Elizabeth's recommendation, William hired me as your replacement.

Excuse me. You?

Rhett Carlyle, domestic artist.

He buttled in a castle in Hampshire. It's a verb.

I am aware. How long did you work in Hampshire?

Till he was caught with a princess.

Suspected. Never caught. But the evidence was overwhelming. I didn't steal the silverware.

There is more to private service than consorting with the landed gentry. In addition to scheduling valet and chauffeur duties, one needs to develop an acute sense of observation.

valet 従者

You wear your Oxfords with a luster, not a shine, lattice-laced. Carpal tunnel in your wrist, probably from years of pouring from the right. And, Peter--Peter.

Yes.

Muscle fatigue, dry lips, watery eyes, nausea-- I am a brilliant study, and this man has the flu, so you might want to keep your distance.

My life's work has been protecting that family. I want that to matter.

Then tell me everything I need to know about taking care of the Wolcotts.

Carlyle. Chauncey's ready for his walk.

Thank you, Miss Bee. There's a reading of Franny and Zooey at the 92nd Street Y. I managed to secure you two tickets.

Mid-century American fiction. My weakness.

Come on, Chauncey.

Hey, Bee.

Hey, Patrick. Say hi, Chaunce.

How was your ride?

Every morning there's something else I remember about this city.

May I take your helmet, sir?

No, I am gonna fix the strap.

May I take your jacket?

No, I got it.

You must be thirsty.

My father thinks people need servants. I don't. I can take care of myself.

Of course.

Mr. Wolcott, the Times, Herald, and Guardian all open to the financial section, and your Amaranth toast with almond butter's in the dining room.

My blood sugar and I thank you, Carlyle.

Elizabeth, good morning.

Good morning, William. Carlyle.

Good morning, Mrs. Burke.

Carlyle is wonderful. Where did you get him?

Oh, he actually worked for a family that I'm very close to. The Picasso's coming this morning, and I have a De La Tour to show you.

Let's have a look.

Nice uniform, slick.

slick 巧妙に立ち回る