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[moaning softly]

-Good morning, beautiful. -Mmm.

You sleep well?

-Like a queen. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, what a beautiful morning it is.

Yeah.

Last night was transcendent.

-Oh, yeah. -I'm still on a cloud.

Anything good?

Yeah, um, seems your mama's concert has

already broken the Internet.

-Check this out. -[music playing]

Look at her.

Working that stage like the legend she is.

And to think

I got to come home with the man

who helped make it possible.

Nah, it's just a slideshow.

Now, Ms. Anita, she's the real force of nature.

Must run in the family.

-Andre Richardson. -Mm-hmm?

Are you sweet-talking me?

Yeah.

After last night, when you had me speaking

in tongues with your tongue.

Those moves you pulled out.

And here I thought I'd done it all.

What can I say?

You inspired me

to do and to explore new territory.

-Is that right? -Mm-hmm.

Well...

maybe it's time I return the favor.

Do something for you that I've never done for anyone else.

[chuckling]

Again, Doug, really?

Not now, Ted.

I just heard what happened with your valve replacement.

Your little zone-out moment

could've got that patient killed.

He'll pull through just fine.

Only because Dr. Marino showed up.

A first-year resident batting cleanup

for our top cardiothoracic surgeon.

Do you know how that makes us look?

I lost concentration for one moment, that's all.

One moment is all it takes.

We're not talking about some routine physical.

This is heart surgery.

Look, I shouldn't have to explain this to you,

but if I do, then we have a serious problem.

Board's been talking about you lately.

Let 'em.

I don't give a damn.

You do if you want to keep your medical license.

You've been showing up distracted

and unfocused.

Missing things any first-year would catch.

What the hell's gotten into you, Doug?

These numbers aren't adding up, Vanessa.

Then perhaps you need to check your calculations again.

I assure you, everything's accounted for.

That's not what these records are telling me.

This much capital

materializing out of thin air tends to raise red flags.

You want to double the funds

flowing through my realty company?

Our first few properties were a trial run

to see how well we work together.

And we have an undeniable je ne sais quoi.

Don't you agree?

The funds are for a bid I'm putting in

on some commercial real estate.

In that new waterfront development down by the wharf.

I asked where it came from, not what it's for.

You know what I love about numbers, Vanessa?

What, pray tell?

They don't lie.

But people do.

Are you accusing me of something?

Surely you didn't discover this windfall tucked

between your sofa cushions.

Maybe you're underestimating

the size of my couch.

NICOLE: That's funny.

Last time I was there, your couch

barely had room for throw pillows.

♪ ♪

Well, you are never going

to believe what happened to me yesterday.

You finally opened that Roth IRA like I've been asking you?

No, Mom.

[chuckles] Derek came to see me.

Hallelujah. Someone finally came to their senses.

Never in a million years did I see it coming.

But then there he was, hat in hand.

Said he was an idiot, that he'd do

anything to make it right.

See?

What did your mama tell you?

I knew it was just a silly misunderstanding.

That man is a catch.

Stable career, pension plan,

health insurance,

and Lord knows, easy on the eyes.

Yeah, Derek is, is great

on paper.

So when is he moving back in?

We need to sage that apartment first,

get rid of all that negative energy.

The day after never.

Come again?

I turned him down.

I'm so sorry to get your hopes up.

JACOB: Damn, bro. You were hitting that heavy bag

-like it owed you money. -Yeah.

Just working some stuff out.

Went and saw Ashley yesterday.

I'm guessing that went left.

She didn't just reject me, she excavated my heart,

put it through a wood chipper, and...

set the pieces on fire.

Look, maybe Ashley just needs time to process.

You two were good together.

Yeah, tell her that.

I laid it all out there.

Told her I was wrong, that I'd do anything.

My God, I must have sounded so pathetic.

Hey, look, there's nothing pathetic

about fighting for your woman.

Unless you're crying in her DMs at 2:00 a.m.

Yeah, not that pathetic.

But I did get all up in my feels when Ashley

wouldn't agree to marry me.

And then I just...

stormed off like some...

Some whiny guy serving up premium-grade

entitlement with a side of drama?

Geez, yeah.

By the time I got my head out of my ass,

she was gone.

And now I've lost the best thing

that's ever happened to me

forever.

Oh, thanks for pulling these Atlanta files together for me.

Hmm, my pleasure.

It's nice, seeing you locked in.

You know, you've seemed a little distracted lately.

Hey-hey, somebody rushed out without breakfast.

Can't have the DMV's most tenacious attorney working on--

[screams]

-Baby. -[gasps]

Baby?

The look on your face,

like you're watching Bigfoot.

Can you blame me?

I didn't think the great Dani Dupree did domestic.

I raised two whole children.

They only ordered takeout three times a week.

-Okay, four. Who's counting? -[laughs]

Well, you could have fooled me.

I just always figured you had staff

handling this kind of stuff.

Mother wouldn't hear of it.

She said her girls needed every skill

she learned growing up in Chicago.

How do you think I know how to fight?

[chuckles]

True. Well, color me impressed.

But... why do you have to

go through all of this trouble?

I thought we were keeping things casual.

I have to do something to keep up

with that wholesome nurse who's captured your attention.

Oh. Okay.

I just don't understand. Derek's everything you wanted.

He's everything I thought I wanted,

but I realized that

we were never gonna make it.

Honey, I know living together

was an adjustment, but nobody's perfect.

And all those little quirks that drove you crazy

would have worked their way out in time.

No, mom, this isn't just about Derek

leaving wet towels on the floor.

I mean, our...

...our values are completely different.

Like how?

Well, Derek wants to settle down and get married.

He wants to put in his years at the fire department,

rise through the ranks, and retire with

a pension, while I do the same at the hospital.

Okay, okay. Thank you.

Well, there's nothing wrong with a little stability.

Some of us had to learn that the hard way.

Yeah, I know. It's what you always wanted for me.

Yes, because I wanted you

to make different choices than what I did.

And I wanted you to have an easier life

than what I went through.

But there's so much more out there, Mom.

And I'm starting to question if maybe I've been...

[sighs] ...missing out by playing it so safe.

I mean, maybe I want to explore the world more

before I lock myself down into one path.

Where is all this coming from?

I-I've...

been reading a lot.

Which book?

A lot of them.

And I've been spending time with someone

who's been getting me to see things differently.

[sighs] Do I even need to guess?

Damn Andre.

Hey, chill out, bro.

-This is not that kind of place. -My bad.

Let's just go sit down before that gets back to the Duprees

and they revoke my guest pass.

All right.

Now, was Andre who you were picturing

when you were murdering that heavy bag?

Yes.

No. it... it's the guy

Ashley was flirting with in front of me.

At first, I thought she was just

trying to make me jealous, but...

now I'm starting to wonder if they really

got something going on.

I tried to warn you about that guy

when he came into town.

Yeah, I should have listened.

If I'd have known I'd had real competition,

I might've not let it all fall apart in the first place.

Look, it's not too late.

Maybe Ashley just needs time and space

to come to the same realization you did and come back to you.

While Mr. World Traveler is showing her the good life?

I really thought she didn't care about that stuff.

She doesn't, bro. You know that.

Yeah, she just doesn't want to commit to anything permanent,

which is perfect, because

Andre's never gonna settle down.

Since when did you start believing in hospital gossip?

Since my friend here started acting like

he forgot where he came from.

Well, so much for my friend

giving me the benefit of the doubt.

Doug, you used to be a conscientious

and careful surgeon, but your behavior

both inside and outside the operating room

has been problematic for months.

There are members of the board

who want to suspend your privileges

until you get yourself straightened out.

There hasn't been a single malpractice

allegation against me.

Not one.

Not yet.

I've given decades to this hospital.

I-I've fixed more lives than anyone can count.

I've missed birthdays,

anniversaries, school plays.

These hands, they've held beating hearts,

fixed broken arteries,

given people second chances of life

when no one else could or would,

and this is the thanks I get?

This is not a witch hunt, Doug.

I'm just trying to find out what's going on.

Talk to me, man.

If something is troubling you,

I can help.

If there's an issue in your personal life,

may-may-maybe the board will be sympathetic.

I don't need your judgment, Ted, or your help.

You know, I'm-I'm-I'm good, actually.

Better than good.

Doug, come on, come on, we're not done talking.

You can tell the board,

don't bother with that suspension.

Because I quit.

[groaning]

Caroline, what the hell is that box

doing in the middle of the floor?

Bill... Hayley, I'm so sorry.

Baby, it's not Caroline's fault.

I was rushing, not looking where I was going.

Okay. Look, get that box out of here.

Of course.

Come on. You sure you're okay, baby?

Yes. The only thing that is damaged

is my pride and that French toast that I slaved over.

Okay. All right.

Well, what's hurting?

And don't say nothing.

[scoffs] I'm fine, really.

What about the baby?

He or she had a little adventure, that's all.

No harm, no foul, babe.

[sighs]

You can't know that.

We need a doctor's opinion.

-Bill... -Baby, please.

This is not up for discussion.

[laughs] Girl, please.

The "windfall in my couch" thing was a joke.

It's a simple investment partnership.

Just work your magic so the IRS stays happy.

I'll need substantially more details than you've provided.

And you'll get everything you need later.

Right now I need to catch up with my friend.

Sorry we didn't get to connect

at the concert last night,

though I was too busy singing my lungs out

to do much talking anyway.

You enjoyed yourself?

Did I? Your mama did her thing up there.

Oh, she absolutely killed it.

Pure magic. I take it Anita's pleased with how it went?

I imagine so. I still haven't had a chance

to speak to her yet.

Please tell me she's doing another one.

I can't wait that long to hear those pipes in person again.

I'm glad you had a good time.

But why do I get the feeling that you are working very hard

to change the subject?

[chuckles]

Your Spidey senses tingling, are they?

I thought you were a psychiatrist,

not a detective.

Eh, in some instances,

they're not too far off.

So what's really going on with this real estate deal?

Since when are you so invested

in the inner workings of my business?

Since you started playing with fire.

Look, Vanessa, I am speaking to you as your best friend here.

I have been really worried about you,

especially since you've gotten yourself involved

with certain...

questionable characters.

[phone chimes]

And that is exactly who I am talking about,

so let me rephrase my question.

What is going on with you and Joey Armstrong?

Don't let your temper

or your pride make you do something stupid.

You don't want to throw away your medical career.

If I'm not going to be treated with respect,

maybe I damn well do.

I know how much medicine means to you, Doug.

Remember when you injured your hand?

You-you were miserable when you couldn't operate.

You said you felt like you lost your purpose.

Maybe I found something better.

Better than saving lives?

Than being one of the most respected

cardiac surgeons in the city?

And how do you plan on paying those bills at Fairmont Crest?

The property tax alone is enough to break anybody.

Trust me, I know.

Stay out of my pockets.

My wife comes from old money.

And unlike you, my marriage is intact.

What did you say?

Just calling it like I see it.

I might not be in the most conventional relationship,

but at least Vanessa's not showing me the door.

I'm gonna ignore that crack for the sake of our friendship,

but I suggest you watch yourself.

Friendship? Please.

Thanks for showing me what loyalty is really about.

I don't have to sit here and waste my time

being in a place where I'm not valued.

Good riddance.

-[sighs] -[door closes]

Damn, woman, that was scrumptious.

High praise. Don't look so shocked.

You saw me throw down in the kitchen.

Yeah, but seeing is one thing.

-Believing-- that's another. -Oh.

So I'm too bougie to cook now?

That's what you're trying to say?

It's a new side of you, that's all.

One that I'm definitely enjoying.

Well, I always thought of cooking as more of a chore

-than a passion. -Mm.

But, baby, if I'm doing something, I'm doing it right.

Even if it's just eggs.

Just? These eggs had quite the kick to 'em.

It's not exactly the traditional French way.

It is the Dani way.

-That dash of saffron I threw in there? -Mm-hmm.

Learned that from a runway sister in Mumbai.

But I never understood why French cuisine

was supposed to be so sophisticated.

I think it's bland as hell.

ASHLEY: I don't know

that I want snails in my mouth ever again.

But there was something delicious about them.

-Mm-hmm. -You know, once you get past the texture.

That's fair. What about the steak au poivre?

Oh, it was every bit as I imagined it.

Sitting in a Parisian bistro,

belly filled with champagne and joy.

Yeah, well, some of us enjoy subtle tastes.

That's right.

You do have an appetite for bland, don't you?

-[laughs] -Which reminds me,

we still have to talk about that delightful

yet unseasoned young woman.

I have been worried about this Andre situation

ever since you told me about that so-called kiss.

And then I caught you making googly eyes

at that photo collage like it was your high school crush.

Really? You never said anything.

Because Derek moved in,

and I told myself I was just being paranoid.

Now I know I should have

-listened to my gut. -Okay.

You've never even met Andre.

You can't possibly know what he's like.

I don't need to.

-You called him a player yourself. -Yeah.

Because I was going off of his reputation.

But now that I've gotten to...

know him better, I can see

that he's actually a really caring and compassionate guy.

You know, he has been amazingly supportive

during this Derek drama.

[scoffs]

Probably because it furthers his agenda

of getting in your pants.

No, that is not true.

The last time we hung out, actually...

...there was potential for things to get romantic,

and Andre put the brakes on.

He said he didn't want to take advantage of me

while I was vulnerable and on the rebound.

That's what players do, sweetie.

They convince you that they're different

from all the other hound dogs, make you feel special.

Well, maybe I am.

No one's saying that you're not.

But Andre-- he's the one

following the same tired playbook

of every sweet talker since Adam first played Eve.

Why is it so hard for you to believe

that someone like Andre could actually care about me?

Mom, he...

he recreated Paris in his apartment

because he knows that I dream of traveling.

He really listens.

For now.

Until Milan Fashion Week starts calling.

Men like that don't change their flight patterns.

How are you going to feel when he abandons you again

for his so-called work?

Joey and I still have some leftover paperwork

from the house he bought.

-The escrow's been dragging on. -Mm.

A convenient excuse to spend more time with him.

I know you, Vanessa.

And I see how attracted you are.

Joey Armstrong is dangerous.

You need to stay as far away from him as possible.

-He's not the bogeyman, Nicole. -Not from what I hear.

Supposedly, Joey's dealings go much deeper

than running a shady casino.

I don't want you getting in

-over your head. -[phone buzzing]

Not to worry.

It's my husband. And unlike Joey's text,

I need to take this.

Good. I'm glad you have your priorities in order.

I am meeting somebody for breakfast,

so I will leave you to it.

Doug, why aren't you at the hospital?

I just quit.

You did what?

Just got off the phone with the chief of staff.

I am officially unemployed.

Have you lost your mind?

You refused to stop your arrangement with Joey,

so I'm done playing by the rules.

But to walk out on your job with no notice?

Doug, call back. Tell them you made a mistake.

Since you are so determined

to be the queen of money laundering,

I might as well be the king.

Why should I have to clock in every day

when we have Joey's unlimited pipeline?

Because I'm not so sure it's unlimited.

You and your criminal boyfriend are going

to keep the cash flowing through our account.

In fact, I'm going to up the ante on our deal.

I know enough about his operation

to bury Joey Armstrong, and that gives me all the power.

Babe, you are being overly dramatic.

I don't need to see the doctor.

That's not a risk I'm willing to take, baby.

Pregnant women aren't made of glass.

-What? You don't think I know my own body? -Okay.

All right. You remember how I ignored

the numbness in my hand? Hmm?

I insisted that I was fine.

It turned out to be a symptom

that was the issue that caused my stroke.

Now, if I had gone to the doctor sooner,

-I may have avoided that. -Wait. That was different.

You were being a typical stubborn man.

And you're being reckless with my child.

Reckless?

I don't have any symptoms,

and I don't want or need to waste a doctor's time.

Listen, baby, we have to err on the side of caution, okay?

Now, I'm calling Dr. Perkins right now

to set up an appointment.

There's my favorite psychiatrist.

This seat taken?

Carlton.

Mm. Looking beautiful as usual.

Thank you.

So, your mother's concert has everyone buzzing.

I still have to thank Ted

for getting those tickets for the clinic staff.

Yet he couldn't show up himself.

That did throw me for a loop.

And then Leslie managing to snag one of those tickets. [groans]

So, that is how that snake slithered her way in.

Yeah, Ted gave me no warning.

Otherwise, you know I would've given you a heads-up.

I know you would have.

Just like you planted yourself right next to her

to run interference.

I hated to see you going through that kind of drama.

-Mm. -Especially on what should have been a perfect night.

Yeah, I've gotten used to it lately.

Especially with so many people I thought I could trust

keeping things, important things from me.

-Ted? -Not just him.

I have a feeling my best friend is keeping secrets of her own.

Ah, my favorite Realtor.

I was beginning to take your radio silence personally.

I was with Nicole when your text came through

and had to play it cool.

But trust me, you were definitely in my thoughts.

Well, I hope they were X-rated thoughts.

Actually, the letters I was thinking of were I, R and S.

My accountant is pressing me

about all the extra money you insisted

on running through my company.

You've got to give me an airtight cover story

so I don't end up in prison for tax fraud.

Well, I always did love that ruthless streak of yours.

You know, you could rule that prison block.

This isn't a joke.

Red flags being raised with my accountant have the potential

to destroy us both.

We need to slow the train down.

Interesting that you mentioned slowing down

when we have a much bigger problem than that.

Like what?

Your husband, for one.

This is next level. Look at this presentation.

These smoothies-- it's like they were made

with gold flakes and unicorn tears.

Bro, it's protein powder and frozen fruit.

Same as the gym you've been going to.

You think?

See, I should've known better than to bring you here.

Absolutely no home-training whatsoever.

Felt good to work up a sweat,

let it all out in your state-of-the-art gym.

At least the weights haven't rejected me yet.

Damn, bro. You really that down bad over Ashley?

No, I'm just trying to stay constructive.

I tried moving on like she did, but...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What you mean, "moving on"? With who?

You know Shanice from the hospital?

Isn't that Ashley's boss?

-Supervisor. -Same difference.

It's nothing serious.

I mean, Shanice is cool, but we've just been flirting.

That's messy, bro.

Yeah, you're probably right.

You know, the fire department's putting on a triathlon.

I think I'm gonna enter.

So you think you getting swole is gonna fix

what's bothering you?

Maybe not, but I got to find something that will.

If Andre takes a job abroad,

that's not abandoning me, Mom.

I think you're projecting some

of your own experiences onto this.

[Jan scoffs]

I've lived enough life to know the difference

between projecting and protecting.

And even if Andre is not the devil incarnate--

and the jury's still out on that one--

he's a rolling stone at the least.

People can change.

Look, I get it, okay?

You're having what these young folks these days

call "a quarter-life crisis."

But throwing away everything that you've built

at the hospital for some photographer

that talked up Paris?

That is not the levelheaded daughter that I raised.

Mom, I love nursing.

That's never going to change. You know that.

But there are traveling nursing opportunities.

There's international programs.

If, if Andre and I were to get serious,

then I could work anywhere, you know?

Paris, Tokyo.

I-I'll just go where his assignments take him.

Listen to yourself.

You sound like one of those starry-eyed girls

from reality TV

walking off a cliff while the whole world watches.

-Think smart. -[groans softly]

You could have tenure, get on the supervisor track.

Make the kind of money that buys houses and builds roots.

Maybe that's not my definition of success anymore.

Maybe I don't want to just climb a ladder.

I could learn how they practice medicine

in other parts of the world.

I could see methods

that they haven't even thought of here.

And what about Derek?

What about him, Mom?

For all your complaints about him being too traditional,

that man supported your dreams from day one.

Andre supports my dreams, too.

He's just... shown me

that maybe I have bigger ones than I ever realized.

You are gonna follow that man around the globe,

hoping that if you stay close enough,

he won't trade you in

for some stick-thin supermodel with an accent.

I changed my whole life for a man once.

Thought that if I loved him enough,

he would feel the same way.

But some men are like hurricanes.

They blow through your life,

leave everything in shambles,

and then move on to the next city.

I'm sorry, Ash,

but I just can't watch you throw everything away

for a man who's just gonna break your heart.

We don't need to talk about Ashley.

Yeah, we hang out, and she's cool.

We have chemistry, but we're just friends.

Maybe that was true before her breakup

with what's-his-name, but now

you all look awfully cozy for just friends.

Well, appearances can be deceiving.

If you're worried about little old me, don't.

I will survive, even if you decide

that that bland, unseasoned,

French meal of a nurse is the woman for you.

[laughing]: French...

You didn't just say that with a straight face.

[laughs] I don't know why you think I'm playing.

Really? Because I remember someone making quite the scene

when she saw us having dinner.

-Oh, that little display? -Mm-hmm.

I was just feeling spirited.

-Mm. -This isn't about jealousy.

-Okay. -I've gotten to know Ashley

since she's Naomi's bestie, and...

trust me, she's all wrong for you.

And what makes you say that?

-Because she's not problematic enough? -Exactly.

Ashley is sweet. She's devoted to helping others.

She's uncomplicated, which doesn't describe you.

-Wow. -I mean that as a compliment.

You're too interesting for her,

too dangerous.

If Ashley starts wanting more than friendship,

you got to let her down gently.

Otherwise, you will shatter that pure heart

into a thousand pieces

and send that poor girl spiraling.

About Doug's little scene the other day,

I've already handled it and told him

he needs to lay off the drinking.

Oh, he can drink himself blind seven days a week.

He can swim in bourbon for all I care.

He's gonna have to find something to do

to fill the hours now that he...

no longer has anything to do.

Oh, what exactly are you implying?

Your husband quit his job at the hospital this morning.

Now, why would you pretend not to know that?

The more intriguing question is how you know.

Got someone on your payroll at the hospital?

Well, you've been in my world long enough to know

that I've got eyes and ears all over this city.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by anything anymore.

You know what does surprise me is how calm you are about this.

Most wives, when their husbands ditch a lucrative gig like that,

show a little more concern.

Doug's been threatening to quit for months.

Would have been nice if he bothered

to discuss it with me first,

but communication isn't exactly his strong suit these days.

Really?

Seems to me that you two have had

a pretty intimate conversation lately.

DOUG: I know enough about his operation

to bury Joey Armstrong, and that gives me all the power.

I learned two things this morning.

One--

your husband thinks he can blackmail me.

And two--

you've gotten very comfortable lying to my face.

If we're discussing deception, let's talk about you.

What else in our lives have you bugged?

[chuckles] Only Doug's car... so far.

And here I thought I could rely on you to keep me informed.

Guess I was wrong.

You can trust me, Joey. You know that.

Do I?

Because after your husband's drunken routine,

I had to take some precautions.

I understand why you had that impulse,

but you still crossed a line.

Oh, you're in no position to tell me

what lines I can or cannot cross.

I define the boundaries in this relationship.

Our relationship only works because it stays private,

and I'd like to keep it that way.

[laughs] You keeping secrets

isn't exactly inspiring confidence, Vanessa.

I only kept quiet about Doug quitting

because I'm trying to salvage what's left of his career.

He needs his practice to keep him busy

and give him purpose and structure.

Despite everything, he's still a gifted surgeon,

or was before...

gambling got its claws in him.

Your husband's career is of no concern to me.

His loose lips, however, are.

Anyone talking about exposing my business that way gets hurt.

It won't come to that.

Doug talks big, but you know the truth.

That he's really just a weak man drowning in his vices.

Then it's up to you to keep him in line.

And if you lie to me again,

I'll know it, just like I did today.

I promise.

I'll keep Doug under control.

You have nothing to worry about.

Good.

Now let's, uh...

Let's forget about that sad excuse.

Have I told you how stunning you look today?

You don't have to worry

about Ashley's hypothetical broken heart.

Nothing's happened.

Though I don't think you give her nearly enough credit.

-Really? -Yeah.

Explain.

Well, she's a lot more complex than you think.

Though... she's not exactly the type

to, uh, go for what you and I got.

-Hmm. -This undefined thing.

Right. Little Miss Perfect probably needs everything

labeled and categorized.

Listen, I have zero interest in playing games with you.

So, until I start turning down what we've got going,

you have nothing to worry about.

-Okay. -[phone buzzing]

One sec.

[clears throat] Hey there.

Hey. I need to see you.

Can you come to my apartment?

Sorry about stepping out.

Didn't want you to hear me going postal on the phone.

So, what did the doctors say?

Well, they're booked solid, and I spoke with the nurse,

and she said, given the circumstances,

a visit to the emergency room isn't warranted.

See? We should just forget about it.

And, baby, I keep telling you that I'm fine,

and the professionals agree.

-Come here. Mmm. -Mmm.

Now, how about we focus on work?

I know you've got that deposition to prepare for.

Well, I actually got them to squeeze you in

first thing tomorrow morning.

Bill, it's not necessary. Plus you're busy.

Well, actually, the timing couldn't be

any more perfect, babe.

Look, I fly to Atlanta today for the deposition,

but I'll be back tonight, all right?

Which means I can be there with you and hold your hand

through the ultrasound.

I want to see for myself that our child's gonna be okay.

Hmm. Bill, I barely stumbled.

You're just being overprotective.

Well, maybe, but this is our baby, okay?

I want to be there and watch that screen

and see our child healthy and strong and make sure that...

everything is exactly as it should be.

[laughter]

I am an open book.

You can ask me anything you want.

Personal, embarrassing, whatever you want.

That is a dangerous offer to a psychiatrist.

We are trained to dig deep.

I am living my truth.

So, Dr. Richardson, do your worst.

All right, then.

What were you most afraid of as a child?

-Rabbits. -[laughing]

Rabbits?

Those adorable, cotton-tailed creatures?

Listen, those things are a menace.

Look, when I was young, my best friend Marcus

had a little devil-rabbit named Thumper.

[laughing]: Thumper? Like in Bambi?

Okay, don't let the Disney name fool you.

That thing was straight savage.

One day it took a chunk out of Marcus's finger.

-Ooh. -There was blood everywhere.

[laughing]: But...

But seriously, when, uh, you know, I saw him hurt

and I wanted to help but didn't know how...

...that's when I knew I had to become a doctor.

So something good did come out of your bunny trauma.

I guess you could say that.

But I still side-eye the candy aisle every Easter.

[both laughing]

Ah, you always make me laugh.

I do what I can.

So, um,

since breakfast is going so well...

...what do you say

we continue these laughs over dinner sometime?

TED: Nicole.

Um... I hope the concert went well.

Sorry I couldn't make it.

Dana didn't cause too much trouble, did she?

She tried.

And I'll admit,

seeing her triggered some things.

But I was not gonna let that woman steal my mother's shine.

And running into Carlton

has been an unexpected pleasure.

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