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Careful, Mr. Firestarter.

Isn't your job putting fires out?

This is called the growth stage, where the embers catch.

- You don't say. - Mm-hmm.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Mm.

[knock on door]

Doug, what a nice surprise.

- Is, uh, is this a good time? - Come on in.

I didn't know where else to turn.

Is everything okay?

Everything we say in here is confidential, right?

That depends.

Are you here as a friend or as a patient?

Nicole...

I need your help.

Then yes, everything you say in here is protected,

but you knew that already,

as a fellow doctor.

What seems to be the problem?

I...

I have a gambling problem.

Oh, hell, who am I kidding?

I'm a straight-up addict.

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JESSICA: Queen to D5.

I thought you didn't know how to play chess.

Oh, I don't. But I did binge Queen's Gambit

during quarantine.

- How'd I do? - Not bad.

Maybe too aggressive for my taste,

but it'll definitely make the opps fall back.

See? I know things.

Like that that seat isn't taken yet.

It's all yours.

Thanks again for this morning.

Nothing like a good workout to shake off the stress.

Feeling energized?

And amped for the day.

I guess I'm doing my job right.

We're lucky to have you.

Some of us more than others.

Ah, my next victim.

[laughs]

You better bring your A game, cuz.

I hear Smitty is smoking you on the court.

Not you putting my business out like that

and forgetting the part where I let him win.

Oh, is that your talking point?

Got it. Got it.

Well, I'm ready when you are, Congressman.

I'll be right there, Diego.

I got to get caught up with my favorite cousin real quick.

In that case, I'm gonna go get me a protein bar.

- I'll be right back. - See you.

We have got to do another karaoke night soon.

The last one wasn't punishment enough?

My ears are still trying to recover

from Kat and Smitty murdering Ariana Grande's entire catalog.

Okay, that was not as tragic

as what you and my husband did to Bruno Mars.

Hey, we were slightly off-key, but it wasn't that bad.

And luckily, he got off work early.

Not so lucky.

The two of you put a new meaning to "Uptown Funk."

[laughs]

Are things good with Smitty and the kids?

Yeah, we're great.

You want to try that again with the truth this time?

I got to admit, my marriage and fatherhood

have seen better days.

What's going on?

No offense, Naomi, but I'm gonna keep things

to myself for now.

We'll work it out. We always do.

I hope you don't hesitate to reach out.

Tone deaf or not, we are still family.

There's nothing more valuable.

How's my family doing?

Are we gonna make this a real thing?

That depends.

Gonna keep acting like you don't see me in the hallway?

I mean, you're always surrounded by your cool friends and stuff.

You mean my overrated friends.

Nah, don't play.

Everybody's checking for your squad.

Y'all stay winning.

Winning at what?

A popularity contest no one's gonna care about

after graduation?

I take talking to you over them any day.

At least you're real.

You probably just feel bad for me or whatever.

Nah, it's facts.

It's probably the reason why haters

have been so mad in your comments lately.

What do you mean?

All the cyberbullies are pressed

because they can't get under your skin.

Look at you, low-key winning.

Maybe I'll talk to you in the hallway then.

And maybe I won't be with my, uh,

so-called "cool friends" when you do.

- So, queen 9 D5, right? - Mm-hmm.

It's definitely gonna make the opps fall back.

- Oh, it is? - But if you do it the correct way..

My way...

- Oh, you're so-- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Exactly, exactly.

Okay, king nerd stuff right here. Uh-huh.

Even as a kid, I would bet my friends

over the smallest things.

I started off with marbles on the corner.

Then I would watch the old head shoot dice

against the wall after school.

How old were you?

Um, 13, maybe 14.

The hustlers on the block would have me

shoot for them sometimes.

Said I was their lucky charm.

What was the attraction?

Was it the admiration from the older guys?

The money?

It wasn't about the money back then.

It was the winning that I craved.

That moment when everyone is watching...

...when you have that dice in your hand.

You were drawn to the adrenaline,

the validation.

That's partly why I became a surgeon.

That rush you get when you put it all on the line,

in the casino, the OR,

wherever.

Just like in those dice games,

it's all eyes on you.

Gambling became so important

that everything else became second fiddle.

My-my career,

my friends.

[crying]

Even my wife.

Hey, Diego.

This is the third time I've called.

I hope you're getting my messages,

or maybe you're busy.

Anyway, I'm doing a showing later

and I thought we could squeeze in a session beforehand.

I could really use a good workout,

if you catch my drift.

Call me back when you can.

Family?

The family aspect of our relationship ended

the day you divorced my aunt.

Oh, come on now, Martin.

Actually, maybe it was before.

When did your dad start sleeping with your best friend?

Was that before or after the separation?

- Before. Long before. - Right.

Well, all mistakes aside,

I was still your favorite uncle growing up, wasn't I?

I believe you were my only uncle.

Come on, man. Look, I took you to R-rated movies.

I wrote a check for every school fundraiser.

I even pulled strings for all your internships.

We were always close.

That shouldn't have to change

just because my marriage to Dani didn't work out.

And you called me tone deaf.

At least I know when the song is over.

Catch you later, cuz.

Yeah.

What was that about?

None of your concern.

Do you really expect any of the Duprees

to still claim you as family?

Considering the decades that I spent with your mother,

not to mention all the things I've done for the family, yes.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

You're lucky we're still on speaking terms. Geez.

Hmm. And it only took you suing me for us to get there.

And speaking of which,

I hope your clients don't mistake

my kindness for weakness.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, if there's one thing that everyone

in Fairmont Crest knows is that

I will never be taken advantage of.

Not by them,

not by anybody.

JUNE: Get your hands off me.

What, they don't teach you about personal space

at the academy? - Hey, hey, hey.

Everything all right over here?

- No, it's not all right. - Ma'am.

This is police brutality.

Where's Instagram Live when you need it?

Stop it! I said stop!

Ma'am, relax.

No one's gonna hurt you.

My officer's just doing his job.

I remember this woman from Tent City.

What's the problem?

- Detective, she-- - No.

This... this officer here

thinks that just 'cause a person

ain't got a roof, they ain't got rights.

I was minding my own damn business.

Ma'am, just let my officer explain.

No, you work for me!

- Ma'am. - You work for me.

I pay my taxes.

S-Sometimes.

JACOB: Lady.

You want to get out of here soon or not?

- Of course I do. - All right,

well, then let my officer speak.

No one is trying to get one over on you, Dad.

We agreed to a fair settlement, now can we all

just move on, please?

Mm. Fine by me.

Good. So, how is...

how is your health?

Any episodes lately?

My health is fine.

Even I can't be too certain

when the great and powerful Bill Hamilton is lying.

[phone vibrating]

Sorry.

Jacob needs me at the station, so...

Well, give my best to your husband.

- Mm-hmm. - And to your sister, please.

I miss her.

Then call her.

Did you hear about the purse line

she's marketing and designing?

Not from Chelsea, but yeah, I heard about it though.

I saw some videos of her fashion show.

Listen, can you just mention to her

that I asked about her and suggested she give me a call?

Yeah, I won't be doing that.

Just because I'm managing

not to go for your throat

every time I see you

doesn't mean all is forgiven.

And I'm certainly not gonna lead my baby sister

to believe that she can trust and confide in you.

You've broken promises to us before, Dad.

If you want to talk to Chelsea, you call her.

It's up to her if she picks up or not.

I'm totally down for ravioli tonight.

Yeah, but you'll have to stop by the store.

I still have a long day ahead.

Smitty, Diego's waiting for me to start this workout.

Love you. Bye.

So...

...pasta night with the fam, huh?

Does Samantha still make a mountain

out of her parmesan cheese?

I thought I'd made myself clear.

Unless you have a grievance with your local representative,

then we have nothing to say here.

Are you sure this is the route you want to take, Martin?

Because something's telling me that you need me.

Aw, you even got the berries I love from the farmer's market.

And the frittata is warming in the oven.

[laughs]

Just want to show you how much you mean to me.

Aw.

[laughs]

But this does remind me,

there's something I've been meaning to say.

Well, why don't you just come out and say it

instead of telling me you've got something

you've been meaning to say?

Well, some things, important things,

need a little bit of a lead-in.

Are you trying to butter me up?

Maybe.

Well, please, just say it. The suspense is killing me.

And so is the smell of that French roast.

Okay, fine.

I'll just ask.

How long have you been hiding this from Vanessa?

I don't even know how to answer that.

I haven't been up-front with her.

I can't tell you how many times I lied

about having a late night surgery

only so I could hit the tables.

My wife

goes to bed thinking

I'm out here saving lives.

Meanwhile, I'm out here

losing everything we've built together.

So, you've lost more than you can afford.

How have you been

managing your shifts?

By running myself ragged.

I've been sleep-deprived,

worried about the money I owe.

What made you call me, Doug?

Last week, I was performing a procedure

and my hand was shaking

so bad, I couldn't finish.

Patient was fine, but....

...if that scalpel would have slipped

a fraction of an inch,

I would have never been able to forgive myself.

I heard that happened after you lost a patient.

I slammed my fist on a desk

and broke a bone.

Doug, as your therapist,

someone who understands

the unique pressures of our profession...

...and as your friend,

you're describing behavior

that puts patients at risk.

- I'm well aware. - Are you really?

We began this conversation with you describing

your gambling as something fun and casual.

But it has systematically, pervasively,

become something that you can't just manage

with a single conversation or by promising yourself

that you'll do better in the future.

It is weaving itself through your personal life,

your work, even your health.

I'm a wreck, Nicole.

And I don't know how to pull myself out of it.

Can you help me?

Look at you, bringing your man coffee.

Well, the way you've been working,

I figured my husband needed that good stuff.

None of that break room mess.

Wait, is this from that bougie spot on Marshall?

The spot where you first curved me?

Okay, you thought automatically flashing your badge

was gonna get you my number?

Somebody learned humility that day.

Well, good thing that lesson didn't stick, right?

I got your text. What's up?

I got somebody I want to introduce you to.

June?

I'd like you to meet Naomi.

What the hell do you want?

- You want to get married? - God, no.

"God, no?" Tell me how you really feel, why don't you?

I mean, not "no."

- I didn't-- - So you don't

want to get married?

No, of course I do.

I mean, I mean, sure, just...

just not this very moment.

Okay, why is it suddenly so hot in here?

Whatever you've got to say, it better be pretty good.

Such a train wreck.

I'm waiting.

Look, I had this whole speech planned.

About... how you're the first person

I want to tell about my day.

How your smile

makes every tough tour at the station worth it.

And how I fall even more in love with you

every single time you set me straight.

And when you laugh at some of my dumb jokes.

[laughs] You're still stalling.

I want to marry you someday, Ashley.

I do.

But first...

[Ashley exhales]

...don't you think it's time we start thinking about

moving in together?

Hey, Tyrell. How's it going?

Someone's acting sus.

Why are you cheesing like Dad said

you can get tickets to go see Sexyy Red?

My brother's got a girlfriend.

And not just any girl.

Jessica's got Forten High on lock.

Everyone's been trying to get at her,

and you got her attention.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah, props to you, big bro. I see your glow up.

Who put this in your head, for real?

I saw you two at Orphey Gene's today,

so don't even try to cap.

We were just talking.

I've hung out with Jessica, and she is everything.

Cool, gorgeous.

[sighs]

I couldn't have picked a better future

sister-in-law even if I tried.

Oh...

I am texting you a link

for some solid literature on addiction recovery,

specifically for medical professionals,

and information on

a support group that meets here at the hospital weekly.

[phone vibrating] I can't go public with this.

That's not an option.

This has to stay between us.

Then I have to ask,

how badly do you want to manage this addiction?

What do you think?

Of course I want to manage this.

Hell, I want to get rid of this thing

I have for gambling or else

I wouldn't be here, talking to you.

As a cardiac surgeon, opening up about your personal challenges

might feel particularly difficult.

Try terrifying.

Forget going to a support group in this hospital.

If I went to that type of meeting anywhere in this town,

I'd run the risk of someone recognizing me.

And what if they do, Doug?

You think you're protecting your reputation by hiding?

No, you are dismantling it piece by piece

every time you choose silence over support.

And what's worse--

someone knowing you're fighting your demons

or Vanessa finding out that you let them win?

No.

No, I can't go to a support group.

I-I can't do it.

"Need you?"

I'm one of the youngest congressmen in D.C.,

from a family that's been in politics

since they let us vote.

My party begs for my endorsements.

I have the ears of ambassadors and prime ministers.

I have enough committee seats to make even titans of industry

check my calendar.

Why do I need you?

[chuckles] Okay, you have an impressive résumé,

but come on, man.

You know, between the two of us,

your appetite runs deeper than just committee seats.

I'm ambitious. So what?

Look, I know you think you have certain people

in your corner, but I'm telling you, man,

when it's time to make a real play,

they scatter like roaches in the light.

I don't need you to explain politics to me.

And just because you had a paralegal

write a letter of recommendation over a decade ago

doesn't mean I owe you a damn thing.

All I'm saying is that I gather quite a few favors, Martin.

Especially in pockets that even you can't reach.

Now, that kind of power could be useful to you

when the time is right.

I don't take bribes.

Well, it's a good thing I'm not offering any.

I'm reminding you of how mutually beneficial

it will be for us to remain on good terms.

Don't play stupid, Martin.

You know what I mean.

The only ones that know about my gambling

are Joey Armstrong, who owns the casino,

and Randy Parker from high school.

He works for Joey now.

Well, you kept it that way for a reason.

What do you think will happen if somebody else finds out?

I lose.

My career,

my reputation,

my purpose, my...

What are you scared of, Doug?

Things haven't been going well between Vanessa and me.

We've grown apart.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But her opinion means everything to me.

I can't stand the thought of letting her down,

for her to see how weak I am.

Let me tell you something,

weakness is not falling down.

It's not making a mistake.

It's not even addiction.

Weakness is letting your pride

destroy everything that you love

because you're too scared to be honest.

- You don't understand-- - I understand

that right now, the only people that know your truth

are a casino owner and his employee.

The people profiting off of your addiction

know more about your life than the woman you...

you share it with.

Damn, when you put it like that...

God, I'm such a fool.

You are not.

And you're not weak.

You're just scared,

and that fear is costing you your marriage.

And who knows, Vanessa might surprise you

with how supportive she can be, but--

I haven't given her a chance to.

Tell your wife you have a problem

and let her decide how she feels

instead of making the choice for her.

So, you want to move in together?

Only if you think it's a good idea.

Maybe you don't, which is

totally fine. - I'm just confused.

What brought this on? I mean, why now?

Well, for one,

my lease is up with my roommates.

Oh, how romantic.

That's not all.

Honestly, I...

I thought it was a good idea.

You're the first thing I want to wake up to in the morning

and the last person I want to see at night.

I mean, you're mine, too.

And... if not now, when?

Okay, let me just get this straight.

So-so, you want to move in here with me,

or-or you want to move somewhere else?

Here seems fine, right?

I mean, it's a much better idea

than me extending my lease

and you moving in with me and my roommates.

If it's your roommates' or my place, then my place wins.

Game over.

See? I knew you'd say that.

Because I know you.

We know each other better than most married couples.

[chuckles]

What could possibly go wrong?

[sighs]

[phone vibrating]

I've got the perfect TV and movie watching plan

for you and Jessica. First up, Get Out.

Nothing makes a girl want to cuddle up more

than being scared.

- Can you stop? - Nope.

It's Jordan Peele's alien horror.

Or if you just want to keep it more low-key,

you can always just binge watch Insecure.

As long as you're Team Issa and not Team Molly.

What don't you understand? Jessica is not my girlfriend.

We've only hung out twice.

Define "hung out."

Sat, talked.

That's it?

Bro, Jessica's too fly for you to be slacking.

Here we go.

She's probably got college boys

thirsting all over her right now.

You need a plan.

What happened to me being valid, just me?

You are, just not enough for Jessica.

She's tier one, and I'm trying to help you level up.

Says the girl that's never even been on a date.

That's 'cause Pop won't let me,

not 'cause I haven't been asked.

Okay, actually, first

you need to get your social media on point.

Delete all those chess championship pics

and the ones of you wearing basic fits.

I barely even post.

Also, Jessica follows mad food content creators.

You should take her to that boba spot

in Adams Morgan that's been going viral.

We're not dating.

Also, you need to match her energy.

If she posts something about something

that she just finished reading, hit up SparkNotes.

I can't.

[sighs]

Chelsea?

It's your dad.

Just thinking about you, sweetheart.

Give me a call.

I'm drinking your favorite liquor

because I need to tell Mom that I want to quit modeling,

but, uh...

You don't want to hurt your mother.

She's been weird lately,

and kind of manic and unsure of herself.

Do you know what's going on?

Mm. I... I don't know.

Maybe she's, uh,

just been nervous about the big deal she's negotiating.

Mm-mmm. I think it's about you.

Oh.

In what way?

I need you to pay more attention to her, Dad.

I need you to make dinner plans with her and keep them.

I need you to whisk her off to the islands

for an afternoon, or-or to the beach house

for the weekend. - Oh, okay, baby. What...

...what will that accomplish?

Well, it'll make her happy.

So that way, when I tell her I want to quit

and break the news and she's miserable,

she won't hate me.

I need you to do that for me,

and you know that you can.

Come on. You love her.

Look, I love you, baby, but no amount of me

jumping through romantic hoops is going to make

losing her position as your momager any easier on her.

I was afraid you'd say that.

It was so much simpler to solve

you and your sister's problems when you were tiny.

You wanted one of three things:

food, cuddles or a clean diaper.

You did not just go there.

Yeah, I did.

You know,

wishing I could, you know,

go back and do it all over again.

Maybe do it better.

You know, like noticing that my youngest

wanted me to see her,

you know, and how brilliant she is.

Not just beautiful, but creative,

smart, discerning,

compassionate.

Well, you know it now.

- That's all that matters. - Yeah.

Now, how do I handle Mom?

Just tell her the truth, okay?

And knowing that she'll not only survive,

but Dani Dupree will come back tougher and stronger than ever.

- That's weird. - Hmm?

You called her "Dani Dupree."

You normally call her "Dani Hamilton."

[scoffs]

Either way, she's a force.

And so are you, Chelsea Hamilton.

Just promise me you'll be extra sweet to her.

I promise that I'll do everything I can

to ease the way for you.

Best dad ever.

TOM: Bill?

- You okay? - Yeah, as always.

Excuse me.

Give my friend here a, uh, club soda with lime,

and I'll have a...

You know, I think I'm in the mood

for something stronger.

Really, Bill, club soda's perfect for me.

I've still got that Martinez brief to finish.

Ah, nonsense. A man should know how to drink good scotch.

Bring us two glasses of the '25.

Thank you.

But jefe...

Tomas, when a senior partner

offers you a drink, take it.

Especially when that partner

controls your future at the firm.

And when I get drunk off of one drink?

Just go expensive.

You know, that'll give you an excuse

to take small sips, you know,

relish in the liquor.

- Gotcha. - Yeah.

You know the beautiful thing about this place, Tomas?

There's no prying ears from the office.

It's perfect for candid conversations.

- I appreciate the invite. - Mm-hmm.

We need to discuss the first meeting with the review board

chaired by the three musketeers who tried to sue us.

Why are you dodging me?

I'm busy.

Too busy to return a member's call,

even when you've had a cancellation?

You're icing me out, Diego.

Tell me why.

June stays out in Tent City, under the interstate overpass.

I've been seeing her around for months.

What's she facing?

Second degree assault,

but it was a big misunderstanding.

From what I heard, a social worker was clearing out carts

and thought June's was abandoned.

And you know how it goes-- one person's trash

is another person's everything.

So, why'd you text me to come down here?

Well, considering you just wrapped up that lawsuit,

and I know you want to do more work in the community...

And it seems like you already

decided to talk to her. - Let's go.

So, I hear you're facing a second degree assault charge.

You would have snapped, too, if someone was trying

to steal your stuff.

Everything I own fit in that cart,

and they just decided it was junk.

Must have been really upsetting.

You ain't a social worker, are you?

You better not be.

I'm not.

Then you're a lawyer.

I am.

Then get gone,

'cause I ain't got any money to pay you,

and I sure as hell don't trust your kind

further than I can throw you.

- This could be a hard sell. - Yeah.

What do you want from me, Vanessa, besides a good workout?

I'd like to know why you're treating me

like I'm one of those basic girls

from back in your Fake-It Fitness days.

I've been calling you.

Oh, so now you want to talk?

It's funny how that works.

[scoffs] So, you really are mad at me.

How could I be, Vanessa,

when I don't even see you enough?

Unless it's our scheduled training time, right?

[Vanessa sighs]

Hey, V.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Ah, just came to clear my head.

But since you're here,

do you mind if we talk?

Okay, but only if it's good news.

I've used up my drama quota for the day.

I'm not sure about that.

[phone vibrating]

Do you have a client?

You have to go?

Unless you need me to stay?

I'm all yours.

Is it the kids?

No.

Good, but...

you're starting to scare me a little.

I have a confession to make.

I've been lying to you.

[door closes]

Is your dad home yet?

He's still out running errands.

But, Pop, it finally happened.

Your son is officially in his romance era.

Tyrell has a girlfriend.

Are you seriously doing this?

I'm eager to hear.

There's nothing to tell.

Samantha's just making up a whole bunch of fanfics.

Her name is Jessica,

and every guy at Forten High

has been trying to shoot their shot with her.

But guess who she's kicking it with instead?

[laughs]

She sounds like a nice girl.

Maybe we should invite her over for dinner.

Samantha, could you stop already?

I barely know the girl. We've hung out twice.

Now, can you just both leave me alone?

Hormones.

[scoffs]

First thing they want is more women hired at the firm.

Hmm. Expected, but I've got no issue with that. What else?

Here's where it gets... complicado.

They're talking about major changes.

Mm-hmm. Like what?

Mandatory bias training,

restructuring departments, new hiring protocols.

Excuse me?

They also want oversight

on partner selections

and the ability to review all dismissals

from the past five years.

Not to mention an audit of salary disparities.

[scoffs]

Sounds less like a review board

and more like a hostile takeover.

It's a good thing I didn't build this firm

by being a pushover.

You all right, boss?

[sighs]

Hey, look,

I'm sorry if I came on strong

about the whole moving in thing.

- Derek... - I respect your space,

and it's no big.

I'll just re-sign my lease,

even if my roommate's dirty dishes

are starting to grow their own roommates.

Let's do it.

- Wait, what? - I mean, we don't have

any reason not to, right?

Plus, I kind of like the idea of coming home to you.

Especially if you promise to keep making me

those frittatas like you did today.

We're living together.

Yeah.

[laughs]

It's about what I told you last night,

when I said our lovemaking didn't change anything.

- I lied. - Doug--

It affected me in a major way.

I... I felt things I thought

had been long buried.

It reminded me of how things were,

back when we were just us.

That feels like another lifetime ago.

Look, I know you don't feel the same way anymore.

I see the way you look at me.

Like I'm just some... thing in your life

that isn't what you quite ordered.

That is not fair.

This hasn't been easy for me either,

living with all this distance between us.

I don't need you to say anything.

- [scoffs] - I just,

I wanted to get things off my chest.

It's one of the few honest things I've done lately.

Doug, I...

...I'm sorry.

Me too.

So... so very sorry.

Yeah, babe, you should have seen Samantha

go full matchmaker mode.

[laughs] Um,

rigatoni, ravioli. Whatever works. See you soon.

Hey.

I didn't mean to overstep earlier.

It's cool. You know how Samantha gets.

She probably already has our wedding hashtags picked out.

Want to share the real story?

Jessica's just...

...different.

Like, everyone at school posted about me for clout,

trying to get reaction.

She stands up for me.

She sounds brave.

She says I'm the brave one.

Says that the way I handle the hate

is inspiring or whatever.

Says that the clowns

are frustrated because they can't rile me.

Only if they knew.

Knew what?

The amount of late nights that I was staying up,

watching those comments, thinking that it was me.

Jessica is the right one.

You are brave.

You're an amazing son,

and I'm always proud of you.

And if Jessica sees this in you,

maybe Samantha isn't bugging.

Pop, please

don't let Samantha go through with this.

I'm just saying,

any girl who's defending my son like that--

she clearly has good taste.

Baby, she's got a solid defense.

The social worker broke protocol and was completely out of line.

Sure was.

She failed to identify herself

and just started going through June's cart

like it was trash day.

She was probably looking for drugs.

But do I look like a drug addict to you?

And you were just trying to stop her, right? That's all?

I should have hit her harder.

Coming for my stuff like she owns it.

Come on.

Look, she's facing five months in jail.

That's serious time.

You know what you always say about the system,

how it's built to criminalize poverty.

You really know how to play me, don't you?

No, I just know your heart.

And I know that woman

needs an advocate like you in her corner.

I don't know, she seems...

hard to wrangle.

So was I when you first met me.

But sometimes, the more difficult ones

just need somebody to believe in them.

Uh-uh, using our love story

to try to manipulate me into taking this case?

That's low, and you know it.

You know I can hear everything y'all saying, right?

My hand must have fallen asleep again.

That's happened a few times now, hasn't it?

Maybe you should see a doctor.

Or maybe I'm just dehydrated.

Look, I don't need babying, okay?

Especially not from my junior associate.

Sorry.

Nah, it's not that serious. Trust me.

But, hey, do me a favor.

Don't mention this to anyone, you understand?

Last thing I need is for certain people

to think I'm compromised.

You got it, Bill.

Yeah. Good man.

Meeting's adjourned.

Go make me more money.

[chuckles] Sure thing, boss.

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Great. I want to talk about threesomes.

This is the beginning of what will be, truly,

an epic anniversary celebration.

He cheated on his... wife?

No way! Ted did not cheat on Nicole.

What in blue blazes?

Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on here.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm about to lose my family?

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