Twenty Years for My Son·Episode 2 of 2·1:48
Keep Cooking
A mother paroled after twenty years arrives at her son's door and is hired, unrecognized, as his housekeeper.
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Who told you my name?
I sat three rows behind you at your plea.
I was driving, Maureen. He was passed out in the back.
I found my son behind the wheel.
I did his time.
You swore it was you.
Say otherwise, and that's perjury. That's a parole violation.
And your son's campaign is over by morning.
So you're going to keep cooking.
Everything okay?
Mary was admiring my old Jeep.
Who put this in the campaign box?
Staff took the whole attic box.
Well...
It's a nice car.
You're living in...
The basement.
My parole says a halfway house in Dorchester.
Out there, you talk to anyone.
In here, I can see you.
My father is a judge.
One call puts you in this house tonight.
Daddy.
It's me.
I need a favour.