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Now smile.

When you give birth,

this person is gonna be your rock.

Your support.

Don't be weird.

- You're serious? - Just do it.

Okay, scoot all the way forward.

Put your hands like this.

There you go. And press.

That is going to feel amazing

when her hips are expanding during labor.

And hold that for as long as you're comfortable.

Most taggers do this at night.

Yeah, well, my message is kind of time sensitive.

- "Yo"? - There's still a lot left.

Here's hoping you finish before the owner

of the building shows up.

Yeah, thanks.

You're the owner of the building, aren't you?

Look, I... I don't normally do this.

I'm trying to send a message to my daughter.

She's not talking to me, and she's been living here

with this guy, and I think she's about to feel very alone.

In that case, we'd better finish up.

You wanna help me deface your property?

I wanna ask for your number.

Defacing my property just gives me

a clever way to earn it.

So, one number for every letter we paint together?

I think you're gonna be one number short.

I'll add an exclamation point.

Both: Hey. - Sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry your coffee's cold.

And that your hands have been dipped in blood.

I was painting.

New hobby?

Desperate ploy to subliminally comfort Katie.

Mostly a reminder I have no discernable talent.

Come on.

Is everything okay?

Well, I got a call from Rashad's daughter.

She wants to meet.

How'd she find you?

I put out some feelers

and assumed somebody would get me a number,

but didn't expect it to go the other way around.

What are you gonna do?

I said I'd meet her.

Here.

I was kind of hoping you could do it with me.

Sure.

Nick, of course.

I hope you enjoyed your lunch.

Okay, grab your seats.

We are spending the final hour on infant care.

My friend Candace brought her daughter Jill in

to be our very cute guinea pig.

We can go.

Candace is one of thousands of women

for whom breast feeding didn't come easy.

Katie, are you sure?

I don't need to know this part.

Of course, I'm sorry.

Katie, are you guys joining us?

Looks like we'll be leaving.

I have a touch

of the old irritable bowel, I'm afraid.

I'm crowning as we speak.

Ring of fire, indeed.

Ms. Behzadi is a taxpayer and mother

whose career benefits the children of Brooklyn.

Whatever wrong was committed without her knowledge,

we have the opportunity here to do what's right.

- Deport her. - Come on, that was great.

I was unmoved. It's too polished.

You got to speak from the heart, Gabie.

I thought it was beautiful.

- Thank you. - She's lucky to have you.

She's buttering you up.

- What is this? - It's a power lunch.

In one bowl is your Nonna's bolognese,

and in the other is an abomination

to our heritage.

Your grandfather and I are having a bit

of a blind taste test.

You are the judge.

I don't think I'm that hungry.

Sit down.