In the present, Naomi asks why, when Peter Krause graduated from law school, he started his own firm rather than work for his father and the Darlings. Peter Krause obliquely says that his father had his interests, and he has his. Thanks for being so specific, Peter Krause. You're an interviewer's dream!
"532 hours ago." Peter Krause enters his office and deals with his hyper assistant, whose function, other that to suggest that Peter Krause wasn't on great terms with his dad, is to let us know that Peter Krause, despite his legal background, is basically in the running for Pinko Of The Year. Some dude comes in from another room and helps the idea along, saying that it's been two months since Peter Krause talked to his dad. It's nice when the exposition comes to you!
Naomi tells us that Peter Krause's dad's plane crashed and he died, and Peter Krause neutrally says it was a bit of a shock.
"393 hours ago." Peter Krause leads a young blonde girl of about five or six along a crowded street (Park Avenue, maybe?); she asks if everyone is there for "Grandpa's funeral," and Peter Krause affirms that. [As everyone probably remembers, Kiki was originally played by Elle Fanning. But New Kiki is awesome! Groan. -- CB 2008] Peter Krause, along with daughter and comely wife, then tries to get through the police lines, but the Stereotypically Crusty Officer in his way is having exactly none of that, saying that everyone's been trying to get in. If Peter Krause's dad is so famous that random people are trying to elbow their way in, I'd think that Peter Krause would be recognizable himself, especially since he's probably personally donated millions to the Policeman's Ball over the years. But sure, let's say he's unrecognizable, and I suppose since he's gathered his little moppet up in his arms, he's also incapable of pulling out his ID. We need obstacles in this pilot, people! Peter Krause then, rather inappropriately, gives a sardonic smile at the cheers going up for the approach of what can only be the Darling family.
Hilariously, a Rage Against The Machine song kicks up as the Darling motorcade slows to a stop; as he gets out of the lead car, we get a close-up of Donald Sutherland, and we then snap a black-and-white photo, captioned with his name, "Patrick 'Tripp' Darling III." The paparazzi go nuts as a veil-sporting Jill Clayburgh gets out after him and says she wants to die. Well, we've been over the Kennedy comparison; maybe your wish will come true. Jill's name is "Letitia Darling," just so we know what to inscribe on her headstone. Next is "Karen Darling," accompanied by a fratty guy, who some reporter asks how it feels to leave the PGA to be her husband. Unless he's the fictional equivalent of Tiger Woods, I'm guessing his gig at least pays better. [I was right! And oh, Freddy. I miss you. -- CB 2008] We see Naomi at the funeral; given that Peter Krause takes note of her, I suppose we should too. You don't want to be outsmarted by a guy whose best known quote is "NARM!"