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648, A-12, trips right ham. 648, A-12.

On 1, on 1. Ready?

My dad used to say life is like a football game.

There's winners and there's losers.

Come on! Wake up!

There's grinders in the trenches...

and superstars.

I'm gonna knock you back to Jersey, T.K.

Good, that's where I'm banging your sister.

What?

But no matter who you are,

no matter how much protective gear you wear,

at some point,

you're gonna get the living crap kicked out of you.

And today was my turn.

Hey. Don't wait for me for dinner. Got a client meeting.

Okay.

- Hey, egg whites, steak protein scramble. - Thanks, Ma.

Come on. Ray Jay, let's go.

Oh, yeah. No.

- You're not going to school like that. - Like what?

When you are making a living as a hooker,

then you can dig this out of storage.

- But until then... - Busted.

Ray Jay.

Just drive or I'll tell your girlfriend about your other girlfriends.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Every time I'm near a loaf of bread, I inhale it.

Sometimes I sneak in the closet so my husband can't see me.

But yesterday, he confronted me with the crust.

The crust?

He found a pile of them in the garbage.

I don't do crust.

Do you think the hypnotherapy can help, Dr. Dani?

I do, Faye, but you have to realize that it is not about weight loss.

It's about a loss of control.

Do you feel out of control, Faye?

There are many different kinds of addiction, Faye.

Some people are addicted to alcohol, some to drugs.

You, Faye, are addicted to carbs.

Carbs are my crutch.

So let's focus on getting rid of your crutch

so that you can feel back in control of your life, okay?

Okay. I want you to lay down.

Look at a spot in front of you.

Now, as I count forward, you are going to drift deeper into a more relaxed state.

One. You are going to see things more clearly.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How was your meeting? - You know. Clients. Impossible to please.

You're showering now?

Two. You are aware of your surroundings.

Three. Your eyes begin to open.

Four. You are wide awake.

Five. Your mind is clear.

You are in charge and you no longer need your crutch.

That's a $3,000 suit!

Dad! What the hell is going on?

Daddy's just taking a little trip and Mommy's helping him pack.

This is not good.

Hey!

It's completely ruined. Just bought it. Just bought it.

Get in.

Next time you screw someone in the guest bedroom, just remember,

I do box pleats, not hospital corners.

Come on, Dani. What do you want from me?

I want a divorce.

- Danielle Santino? - Yes?

You've been served.

You could have at least left me the balloons.

Stupid clown.

Watch out how you talk about your husband.

Jesus, Ma. What are you doing here so early?

I was heading out to Aqueduct for the ponies.

Didn't think I needed a special invitation to check in on my daughter.

Ray's contesting the divorce.

He cut off the credit cards and closed the bank accounts.

Well, there's only one thing you can do.

- Take him back. - Ma, he cheated on me,

- more than once! - But less than Tiger Woods.

"Tough call in the fourth. Charlie's Angel at 5-to-1."

You are the second reason I need to change the locks.

- What did you order me? - Appletini.

Why can't I just have my vodka martini with double olives?

Because appletini says fun.

Vodka martini says bitter.

And the double olives, emasculating.

Oh, don't make the scary face.

I pinched my neck when the clown showed up!

I can't even pick up my little greeni-tini or whatever you call it.

Oh, smile. Smile.

Three o'clock has his eye on you.

I've only been separated six weeks. I'm not ready for all of this.

Dan, who told you the truth

when Susie Magliocco was talking trash about you in Girl Scouts?

- You did. - Exactly.

I have been telling you the truth since we were 7 years old,

and truth be told, you need to pop your cherry into the next life, okay?

The rest will follow.

You should really be writing for Hallmark.

Ladies, that gentleman over there wanted me to give you this.

"I think I can help with the pinched nerve."

- I don't want-- - Too late. It's on, baby.

- I hope that wasn't too forward. - No, it wasn't.

I'm Jeanette. This is Dani.

- Matthew. - Oh, Matthew.

So, what do you do? Are you a doctor?

Actually, I'm a trainer for the Hawks.

A trainer for a pro-football team.

What about you guys?

I help friends transition to the afterlife.

Looks like I got some work to do so wish me luck.

So how'd you get the pinched nerve?

From a clown.

Don't ask.

Look, I'm recently separated and you seem like a really nice guy but--

I was just offering. I'm a trainer. You look like you're in a lot of pain.

Oh, my God. I'm so embarrassed.

I don't even know when a guy's hitting on me anymore.

Well, to be fair, it's tempting.

Well, it would never work.

- Oh, no? - No. I hate football.

- What about the poetry of the game? - Nah.

The thrill of watching grown men pushed to their limits and beyond?

- Tight men's asses in spandex. - That part's tolerable.

But like I said, I'm not interested in sports right now.

Message received.

But, hey, I'm still offering my professional services free of charge.

I can make that clown injury disappear in two seconds.

May I?

A pinched nerve usually comes from your muscles being out of alignment

and it's all about your shoulders. Do you feel how tight you are right here?

Yeah.

By releasing the pressure here,

it should take the pressure off from there.

Oh, my God. The pain's gone.

You take care of yourself, Dani.

- Was it something I said? - No. No.

Look, last night was... It was great.

But this isn't me.

Well, whoever it was...

tell her I had a great time.

Oh, I am sorry. I have to get this.

T.K.'s wrist is fine. No broken bones. No contusions.

No idea what his problem is.

I understand. I'll handle it.

- I am so sorry about that. - It's okay.

Coach's daily gripefest.

What's he so grumpy about?

You know, on paper, our guys are playoff-caliber.

But on the field, fumbles, dropped passes, boneheaded penalties.

Just all mental mistakes.

- Maybe your guys need therapy. - What do you know about therapy?

Allow me to introduce myself.

- Dr. Dani Santino. - Doctor?

"Licensed psychotherapist specializing in family counseling,

behavioral management, hypnotherapy."

It works wonders with phobias, anxiety, weight loss, even sports performance.

And you don't need years of therapy to see results.

- Okay. - Okay.

I have been trying to quit smoking on and off for years.

Heal me.

This is not presto chango.

You have to be serious.

You have to want to quit.

And you are gonna need some follow-up visits, you know, to make it stick.

- I think that can be arranged. - Lay down.

I think I'm gonna like this therapy.

You better move.

Yeah. Yeah.

Mom, what are you wearing?

Workout clothes?

Get inside. Go.

- Where were you last night? - I was selling Tupperware.

I cannot believe that you are contesting the divorce.

What do you want? You want the house? You want the cars?

I want to come home, Dani.

I miss you.

Oh, do you miss me so much that you froze the credit cards

and closed the bank accounts?

That's just gamesmanship by the lawyers. You know that.

Tell me what you need.

I hate this.

I just want everything to go back to normal.

Normal? Really?

- Can I see your phone, Ray? - Why?

I just want to remember what normal looks like naked.

Jesus, Dani. I made a mistake, okay? I'm sorry.

You banged half a dozen women, Ray. That's not a mistake.

That is a way of life.

Bye-bye, now.

I already told you.

Hospital corners instead of box pleats. What about that don't you get?

While I appreciate your finely honed detective work,

the court has a higher evidentiary standard.

If you can prove the allegations of infidelity, that's always ideal.

- Prove like how? - Get a blue dress with DNA on it?

We recommend hiring private investigators,

- although that can get quite pricy. - Not to mention sleazy.

Chip, I can't afford to hire a private investigator, okay?

My therapy practice barely covers my mortgage.

Dani, divorce is like going to war.

It's bloody, brutal and expensive.

I used to weigh in at 250.

Couple of sessions with Dr. Dani and voilà.

So if you want to lose those 10 pounds, Shirley...

She can do wonders for you too, honey.

Two hundred bucks an hour? For a private eye?

Yeah. Well, now I know why you guys are called dicks.

Oh, my God. Can you believe this? I can't even afford to get divorced.

Which is why we're rounding you up some more wack-job clients.

Luckily, Long Island has tons of them.

It feels so wrong, like you're my pimp or something.

Well, I did get you laid.

I'm glad we already have a working relationship.

- It's him. - Well, we've been texting.

Well, answer it, or I will.

- Hello. - What are you doing right now?

Now?

Can you come down to the Hawks' practice facility?

It's kind of important.

Yo, heads up.

Thanks.

- Making friends, I see. - Yeah.

- You know me. - Mind taking a little walk?

I thought you said this was urgent.

Patience, doctor.

Matthew, I like you but, you know,

I can't just drop everything for a little afternoon delight.

I totally agree.

Oh, my God.

Dr. Dani Santino, meet Pat Purnell, head coach, my boss.

Pleasure.

Well, she certainly is easy on the eyes. That's good.

- It's good for what? - I explained to Coach

that since our first session, I haven't had a single smoke.

- Really? - Seven days.

I've known this fella nearly five years and that's damn near a miracle.

And this team needs some miracles right about now.

What's that got to do with me?

Dr. Dani, how'd you like your very first pro wide receiver as a client?

I'm paying $15 million for three years of that.

How many sessions you need to tweak

Terrence King's brain into catching the damn ball?

- Therapy doesn't work like that. - Look, I'm a big-picture guy.

Here's the big picture. I got me a superstar wide receiver

dropping balls faster than an epileptic juggler.

What else have you tried with Terrence?

What haven't we tried?

Incentive bonuses, fines, calls to his agent, anger management,

a short leash, a long leash.

We even brought in a sports shrink from Harvard.

After three sessions, the guy went back to Boston.

- Tell me why I should hire you. - You want my credentials?

Oh, I got all that.

Masters and doctorate in psychology, Hofstra University, blabbity blah.

- You Googled me? - Hell, yeah.

I'm not gonna turn my investment over to just anyone without some due diligence.

And nothing against Hofstra,

but what are you gonna do when Harvard couldn't do diddly-squat?

Here's what Google didn't tell you:

I'm a licensed therapist, hypnotherapist and substance-abuse counselor.

I was accepted both by NYU and Columbia

into their doctorate programs,

but declined because I had two children to carpool

and a husband who expected dinner on the table every night.

My specialties include chicken parmesan, cognitive behavioral therapy,

hypnosis and kicking my patients' butts.

Beyond that, if you would like a money-back guarantee,

then you should go buy a washing machine.

- You got two weeks. - Wait. To do what?

To get him to catch the damn ball and to keep him out of jail.

Good luck, doc. You're our Hail Mary.

Oh, my God.

- This is quite a check. - Welcome to my world.

What are you two doing?

Waiting for Terrence King. He's coming, right?

Big mouth.

Ray Jay, you looked in my book?

You left it open on your desk. You obviously wanted me to look.

Come on, you guys. You know the rules.

I expect complete privacy for my patients.

So, T.K. wants to lose some weight?

- She overheard. - Dani, take this knife for protection.

- Haven't you heard about roid rage? - Okay.

Ma, all of you, I am a professional. He is a professional.

All of this is unprofessional!

Now, scatter before I get a case of roid rage myself!

Come on, kids. Duck and cover.

Hell, yeah. What's up, sexy lady? How you doing?

My name is T.K., but you can call me K.O.S.

- K.O.S.? - King of seduction.

Hello, cologne. Terrence, my name is Dr. Dani Santino,

and I am not a hooker, I'm a therapist.

- Say what? - Yeah.

No, no. Hell, no.

Matty D. told me I was coming to see a professional to help clear my head.

Maybe that was a little too vague.

You got your own talk show? No? Well, I ain't talking to you.

Terrence, I'm told this is not a voluntary visit,

and I'm guessing that Coach Purnell is someone you don't wanna piss off.

There's just a few ground rules. The front door is for family.

The back door is for patients.

I need you to be honest with me, honest with yourself, and in return,

I promise complete confidentiality.

Coach, girlfriend, God himself.

I will not divulge to anyone what is said here.

This should feel like the safest place in the world,

kind of like the quarterback in the pouch.

Pocket.

Pouches are for kangaroos. You mean pocket.

Right.

- So I don't know a lot about football. - No, you don't.

But what I do know is that at your level, sports is mostly mental.

And you have had eight dropped balls

and two fumbles in the last couple of games,

along with two suspensions and an assault case?

Dropped. Should do your homework.

And a charge of drunk and disorderly for running naked through Central Park.

It was St. Paddy's Day.

What do you want me to say?

My dad whupped me upside the head 20 years ago,

that's why I keep coughing up the rock?

- Is it? - Let me tell you something, lady.

Last year, I made 9 million plus bonuses,

I signed with Adidas and I banged 39 different women.

- My life is ridiculous. - Except for the eight dropped balls.

I'm just saying that I think I can help you.

How? By catching my balls for me?

Better use two hands.

No. By talking.

And I would like to try hypnosis.

Are you serious?

It's very effective, especially with performance anxiety.

Look, worst-case scenario, it doesn't work.

Best-case scenario, it does.

Unless... Unless you're afraid.

Look at me.

I ain't afraid of anything.

Good. Then lay down.

Are you sure you're not a hooker? Because that's how it starts.

Grandma, what are you doing?

Office door is too damn thick. Better acoustics in here.

If T.K.'s too much of a head case to play this week,

I'll lay a few bucks against the team.

Well, can you pass the Pop-Tarts?

When did all of this start?

It all started with a roll of toilet paper.

It was right before the Dallas game.

And I ran out of TP, so I called over to my man Enrico.

Hey, Enrico, can I get some TP?

And now every time the ball's coming at me...

all I see is...

How do you feel when you drop the ball, Terrence?

Like I want to tear somebody's head off their shoulders.

Okay, the ball is not toilet paper,

Terrence, it is a baby.

It's your baby.

You will not drop that baby

because you love that baby and you need to protect that baby.

Now you have become so receptive to this suggestion

that nothing will erase it and you will catch your baby.

I will catch my baby.

Excuse me. Are you staking out my house?

- It's you. - Nico.

- Yeah. - I work for the team.

Got that. What is it that you do exactly?

- Whatever needs doing. - So you're security?

Something like that.

Okay, Nico.

What happens here needs to stay completely confidential.

Maybe you should tell that to your kids.

You better run and hide!

Straight D's, except for math and gym.

Eight unexcused absences this semester.

Why am I only hearing about this now?

Her teacher sent a note home each time,

and each one came back with your signature on it.

With my mom and dad separating, it's just been really difficult.

I'm sorry. I had no idea.

She's a very sensitive, sensitive girl.

Here.

Thank you.

I am not playing with you.

You ruin my days and I will ruin your nights.

- Loud and clear, Mom, I get it. - No, you don't.

You miss another class this semester and you will be grounded forever.

What if I have a 105-degree fever?

Then I will pack you in ice and drive you there myself. Yeah?

How's it going with our man T.K.? You gonna be able to help him?

He's not exactly the most receptive patient.

But I have ways of making him talk.

You have a playbook. It's in German.

You like jazz? I got a couple of tickets for Saturday night.

Matthew.

- I've been thinking. - Oh, boy.

What happened between us was really good.

It was really, really good.

And I appreciate you sending me a patient.

But we have a professional relationship now,

and I have to draw a line in the sand.

So we can see each other. We just can't see each other naked.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.

But my priority is my players.

So if you say that a line needs to be drawn...

then nobody crosses the breadstick.

- But the minute he's better-- - Oh, that baby's gone.

Toast to our man T.K. having a good game for his sake and ours.

The Hawks are really going to have to fire up their anemic offense.

Come on. Just tell me who your patient is.

Is it the QB? A linebacker?

I'm trying to watch the game.

I never thought I'd hear those words coming from you.

Third and ten from their own 40-yard line.

- Come on, come on, come on. - Oh, he's open! He's open!

Incomplete pass to number 88, Terrence King.

He dropped the baby.

Well, you just hate to see that.

T.K. had the ball in his grasp and he just couldn't hang on.

Well, after the season King's been having,

you have to wonder how long they're gonna hold on to him.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Yo, yo, yo. What's up, T.K.?

Yeah. Good, man. Good.

Yo, T.K.!

What happened the other day, man?

Collecting a big paycheck, but not doing a whole lot else.

My mom could've caught that.

Chill out. Everybody's trying to have a good time.

- World's full of haters. God. - What up?

Guess who just walked in. Terrence freaking King.

No, I'm serious. Watch this, watch this.

Hey, T.K.! T.K.!

My friend wants to know your favorite candy.

Butterfingers or Payday?

Hold this. You know what? You got a funny friend.

- Yeah. Let me holler. - Hold on. He wants to talk to you.

Payday.

You are listening to my voice only, blocking out all other sounds.

You are relaxing your body, feeling safe,

all negative thoughts and feelings leaving your body.

- I'm with a patient. - Get rid of her.

- That's not how it works. - I have Terrence in the car.

His appointment's in two hours.

I believe you deposited a sizable check.

Give me five minutes.

Okay, Faye. I'm going to be counting backwards from 5.

And when I reach one, you are going to be perfectly relaxed

and have an urge to eat high-protein and low-carb foods.

- Terrence. - Hold on, Mom.

Here's where I shut him down.

Oh, please. Dream on, virgin.

I'm about to pass to me and me can't be stopped on the straight post!

Watch, watch.

That's your ass, Mr. Postman.

Touchdown! Terrence King cannot be stopped by mere mortals.

- Touchdown! - Terrence!

That's her angry neck vein, man. You better go.

- All right. I'm a holla at you. - Okay, man.

Remember what I said.

If you're getting checked on the line, swipe, swim.

- It'll buy you some time on your move. - All right. You got it.

Boundaries, Terrence. I am your therapist.

I'm not part of your posse.

You show up for your appointments on time, not before, not after.

All right. You don't want your son getting free advice

from a two-time All-Star, fine with me.

I do not.

What I do want to know is why you would smash a cell phone into that guy's head.

Well, how else do you turn off a cell phone?

Is this funny to you?

Everybody wants to blame the famous guy.

Everybody always blames the guy that gave the other guy five stitches.

You're lucky that he didn't press charges.

Nico gave him 10 G's. Two G's a stitch. He's good.

- Do you feel sorry about what you did? - Do you?

You're supposed to be fixing me, you're doing a pretty crappy job at it.

- Unless you trust me, I can't help you. - Trust you?

- Why the hell would I trust you? - Who do you trust?

Your parents?

My mother OD'd when I was 8 years old and my father put me into foster care.

I was a throwaway. You got no idea what that's like.

Losing your mom at such a young age. Tell me what that was like.

What does this have to do with anything?

Bringing up that ghost? How does that help me?

You have so much anger and so much pain, Terrence.

I'm just trying to get a fix on where it's coming from.

I'm telling you where.

It comes from people wanting a piece of you,

hating on you for no reason.

Every time I fail, on or off the field, it's front-page news.

And constantly being reminded that you're on a short leash!

That makes me angry! You know, and coming here

and talking to some bony-ass Dr. Phil wannabe in her little perfect house,

with her perfect family, and I got to talk about my dead mother?

That pisses me off too!

Terrence, if you care at all about your career,

- do not walk out the door! - I will trash my career if I want to!

I will trash your whole goddamn office if I want to!

That's fine. You know what? Can you just tear down this wall too?

I've been thinking about expanding.

Bitch, maybe you ain't read the papers lately,

but they're talking about T.K.'s crazy and T.K. can't control himself.

Now, what makes you think that I won't go T.K. on you,

take your cell phone and turn it off on your head?

The way I see it, you've got millions and I've got zip.

You hit my bony ass and I've got millions and you've got zip.

I don't scare easily, Terrence, and I do not give up.

Good for you.

- Hey. What's going on? - Not here.

We've had a little bit of a hitch with our man T.K.

I thought assault with a phone was a big hitch,

but you guys made that go away.

It's called enabling, by the way, and that's not helping anything.

- He's disappeared, Dani. - What? When?

Last seen, he was coming out of your office.

Jumped out of his driver's car, while it was moving.

Now, what the hell did you say to him?

- What did I say to him? - Yeah.

Fellas, my conversations with Terrence King are privileged.

I cannot disclose the content of the sessions without violating T.K.'s privacy,

not to mention my ethical obligations.

Wait a minute. What is this bullcrap?

- Who pays the bills, young lady? - You do.

That's right.

And he who pays the piper calls the tune.

That might work if I were actually a piper.

But I have a PhD in psychology

and I have taken an oath not to rat out my clients

regardless of who's paying the tab. It is my job!

- Your job is to help my guy play better. - I'm sorry. I thought that was your job!

- Guys-- - I have this.

Are we gonna have a problem, you and me, little lady?

If you are sending players to therapy to be spied on, then yes,

we are gonna have a big problem, big man!

Are you always this pigheaded?

Only when it comes to protecting my clients and my children!

Now, I got to take this because it's my daughter's guidance counselor!

Hello?

Dani, hey, wait up.

What was that in there, going toe-to-toe with Coach?

You realize my ass is on the line here, right?

How about a heads-up that I was about to be ambushed?

I didn't know that was gonna happen.

Look, Dani, you need to understand something.

This is a business, a multimillion-dollar asset has gone missing.

Don't want to tell Coach what you know, fine.

- But I'm your ally. You have to trust me. - Oh, really?

'Cause the last guy that told me to trust him got me pregnant

and I was stuck with him for 17 years. So yeah, I don't got to trust anybody.

Two unexcused absences again.

- It was PE, Mom. - Oh, I don't care what class it was.

- You don't? - No, no, no.

Because after looking at your grades,

Ms. Huff here has arranged for you to get all the assistance that you need.

- What kind of assistance? - Oh, perfect timing.

Lindsay, meet Wally Sharp, your new shadow.

How do you do?

Mr. Sharp will escort you to each and every class,

and go over each and every assignment with you.

You can't do this to me. This is humiliating!

You're gonna thank me for this one day, honey.

Don't worry. I'm very low-key. The other kids barely notice me.

As you know, my client has agreed to your request

and is no longer contesting the divorce.

Thank you.

My client is still entitled to half of the money your client has earned

during their 17-year marriage.

She would be entitled to quite a bit of money if my client still had any.

Most of it, sadly, was lost in the economic downturn.

- What? - Bad times in the garment business.

Additionally, we will be asking the court for full custody of the children.

- What? - Given the dangerous nature

- of the patients coming into the home. - The dangerous nature of my patients?

Oh, my-- Is this a joke? Is this a joke?

Terrence King has a criminal record and a violent temper,

which was in evidence at the Santino residence.

- Hey! - Oh, what the hell?

- Do you have a tail on me, Ray? - I don't know. Should I?

- Hello? This is the men's room. - Beat it.

Listen, this is not about you wanting custody.

This is about you not wanting to pay child support or anything else, for that matter.

Did it occur to you that maybe I was genuinely concerned

for the safety of our kids?

You are so full of it that the city should charge your mouth a sewer tax.

Don't play the wounded-wife card, okay? You were a rescue mutt.

I turned you into a show dog, gave you everything that you wanted.

You got bored of your manicures and the shoe shopping.

I paid for you to go back to school, set you up with your first practice.

I don't want your money. I don't need your money.

But you try to take my kids and I will kill you.

Nico, it's 3 in the morning.

Your patient surfaced in a strip club, on a bender.

I need you to talk him out of there.

- All right. Put him on the phone. - Yeah. He's not picking up.

No. No, no, no.

I am in the middle of a very nasty custody battle,

and if he finds out that I left the kids alone in the middle of the night

- to go to a strip club-- - I would never ask you to do that.

That's Xeno. He has a degree in early childhood development.

- Really? - No. Ex-Special Forces.

But he loves kids.

If he ends up in jail or worse, it's gonna be on your head.

Unless, of course, this is over your head.

- Remember, you promised. - We'll be back before sun up.

Okay, because I can't have my kids waking up

- and finding Xeno in the kitchen. - I got it.

Hey. That's that guy that Ray's got following me.

I can't do this.

- Unlock the door, Nico. - Can't do that.

- Unlock the door! Damn it, Nico! - Dani, you come with me, I promise,

that guy will not cause you any problems.

You have my word.

- Where is this place, anyway? - Atlantic City.

Oh, my God. Atlantic City, New Jersey?

- That's a two-hour drive each way. - Who said anything about driving?

He's in a private room upstairs.

Aren't you coming in with me?

This is not a situation that can be handled with the tools

I use to handle situations.

How am I supposed to get in the back room of a strip club?

- Well-- - Don't answer that.

Excuse me.

- Hey. I'm looking for Terrence King. - Yeah? Who are you?

I'm his wife.

Sorry. I don't know him.

You don't want to help me, that's cool. I'm just gonna call my Uncle Jerry.

- Jerry? - Yeah. You know, Jerry Nartoni?

He does not like being woken up in the middle of the night, but...

Up those stairs, door on the right.

Terrence, I know you're in there! Open up the door!

Hey, I like your nails. Are they real?

- Thanks. Yeah. - Glue-on.

Take calcium and vitamin B by the handful and nothing helps.

You should put on moisturizer before bed and then sleep in light cotton gloves.

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

I make ten times more here

than I did at the 7-Eleven and work half as many hours.

We make choices to provide for our kids, I guess.

Tell me about it.

Terrence King, I dragged my so-called bony ass out of bed

and left my kids home with a tattooed man named Xeno

who is probably scaring the crap out of them right about now.

Hello. Terrence King? Tell him Dr. Dani's here for his 4 a.m. appointment.

Terrence!

You open this door right now, you selfish little son of a bitch!

Fine. You're not coming out, do not show up at my office.

Lose my freaking number, because I'm going home!

Yo, Dr. D! What up?

I guess I'm not the only person with an anger problem.

- Get your things. Party's over. - Not for me. Not for my boys.

Have a seat. Get a dance. One of these ladies will shake it for you.

You have a game in 72 hours.

If you don't show up,

toilet paper's not the only thing that's gonna slip through your fingers.

Hey. You are on a path of self-destruction.

I want to help you take a different path.

But if you don't walk out the doors with me...

then I'm gonna wash my hands of you.

Oh, so you do give up sometimes?

Is this a test?

So your man's a dog and you kicked his sorry ass out the house,

and now he wants to screw you on the cheese, huh?

Oh, Ray Jay!

You know, what I don't get is why does a dude cheat on a dime piece like you?

I don't know. I guess we're both throwaways.

- Doesn't it make you mad? - You have no idea.

Dr. D, how does a person stop being so angry?

Forgiveness.

That's for your time.

Aren't you gonna go get him?

I can fix a lot of things, but I can't fix people.

That's your job.

Kids are still sleeping.

Made banana pancakes.

Thanks.

All right. Thanks, Nico. I'll call you in a little bit. Yeah.

T.K. never showed up for practice and now he's incommunicado.

Well, I'll let you know if I hear from him, okay?

Please.

Dani.

Terrence was in a free fall long before you came into the picture.

Some problem children just can't be helped.

Thanks.

- Hey, Linz, what's up? - Hey, Charlene. Not a whole lot.

Facebook me later.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

B-E aggressive B-E aggressive

- Way to go, Ray Jay! - Let's go, East Hempstead!

- Run up the score! - That's the wrong team.

Oh, please tell me that you didn't.

Just a friendly wager with a woman from church.

Ma!

- Hello? - Dr. D.

Terrence?

- Where the hell are you? - Turn around.

Christ, you do realize there's an army of people looking for you.

What are you doing here?

I told Ray Jay I'd pop by the game, so he texted me the info.

Oh, that's great. You're not returning any of my calls,

- but you're texting with my son. That's... - Yeah. Boundaries. Boundaries.

- I know. I know. - Terrence, what do you want?

You know, I just been chewing on what you said about forgiveness.

And I'm ready.

Oh, that's great. Good for you.

Yeah, you know? But I can't drive.

I mean, I can drive, but I had a couple DUI's last year, so they took my license.

So will you take me there?

Take you where?

Newark.

B-E, B-E Be aggressive

- Ma, give me that. - Where are you going?

I have a work emergency.

How am I supposed to feel?

There's no playbook for this.

Couple of mistakes...

the team is gonna throw me away just--

Just like you did, just like they all do.

Terrence.

I know what it's like to finally have something worth having,

to believe, deep down, in a place that you never look...

that you don't deserve it.

But our pain is our fuel.

People like us either kick ass or get our asses kicked.

But the choice is ours.

Nobody defines our worth unless we let them.

She did the best she could.

Yes, she did.

She could have used somebody like you.

- Officer, what's going on? - Son, please stay there. Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

- Okay, out of the car. - Lindsay?

Hey. Officer, hey, hey, hey, I'm her mother. What's going on?

Your daughter here took the speaker off a McDonald's drive-through box.

- With what, her bike? - Her car.

- She doesn't have a car. - Or a license.

You can go inside.

Here's the info on the court date.

Now, Ma, think twice before doing anything crazy.

Judges frown on parents killing their kids.

And you. What, are you the town crier?

You blabbing my business to everybody?

Well, teenagers feel a loss of support as a result of divorce

and turn outwards to fill that gap.

Please stop reading my psychology books

because you definitely don't understand them!

Yeah. They just dropped me off.

- What, are you some kind of an idiot? - I gotta go.

You could have killed somebody.

That shadow guy chased me into the girls' bathroom, Mom!

He freaking followed me out the window, I couldn't take it anymore,

so I grabbed Ray Jay's car keys out of his locker

and went to Mickey D's for a shake to clear my head!

- What are you doing? - You're never leaving,

- you won't be needing this. - You can't do that!

Unless you are out feeding the homeless

or helping disabled nuns cross the street,

grounded means that you are at home.

And you are gonna help pay for the damages and for the court costs.

Fine. I'll just fail out of school. You can't make me learn.

Why does such a smart girl refuse to take herself seriously?

Because I had you as my role model.

For 17 years, I have been the perfect wife, the perfect mother.

I have packed your lunches. I've gone to PTA meetings.

I sacrificed everything for this family

and all I've gotten in return is a bunch of lies!

Are you talking to me or Dad?

- You-- - Stop it!

Danielle! Go to your room!

I knew Terrence King would be too much for you.

Look at you, throwing your daughter around by the bra straps now.

You're lecturing me about raising kids?

You used to whack me with a wooden spoon, Ma.

The same wooden spoon that you were using to stir the marinara with.

Times were different then.

You bet my sweet 16 money on the horses, Ma.

And won. That's how we got the microwave.

- Oh, my God. - Danielle...

all I'm saying is your daughter has one foot in juvie.

Your son has ten girlfriends and so does your husband.

Before you start fixing everyone else's car,

maybe you should fix the one broken down in your own backyard.

This is some serious swag!

"Dr. D, see you at the game. This is not a request. Coach Purnell."

Oh, wow. Oh, these tickets are on the 50-yard line.

This is like the Golden Wonka Ticket times a thousand, Dan, the holy grail, huh?

I have never raised a hand to my kids before.

I almost hit her.

Remember what we used to say in high school?

Almost doing it isn't the same as actually doing it.

Oh, what if my mom's right? What if this job is too much for me?

Lindsay needs me more than I need all of this.

I gotta quit.

- Can I keep this? - Fifty-yard line, tonight's game.

- I'm just saying. - You're kidding.

We're going to the game?

Another incomplete pass.

The Hawks just look terrible out there tonight. Nothing working.

Terrence King hasn't played a single down in the whole first quarter.

You have to wonder if Purnell is going to keep T.K. on the bench all night.

Look at that. After holding T.K. out

the entire first quarter, Purnell's taking a chance on his erratic wideout.

- Go get them, T.K.! - T.K., you suck!

Hey, hey, Ray Jay, don't you dare.

Hey, T.K.! You suck so bad, you suck at sucking!

Hey. Jackass.

How'd you like it if I showed up to where you work

and talked about how much you suck at sucking?

Instead of externalizing your anger in ways that are counterproductive,

why don't you try sending some positive energy?

I mean, are you a Hawks fan or are you a Hawks fan?

Come on. You can do it.

- Come on, T.K. - No, no, no. Come on.

- Here we go, T.K.! Come on, baby. - Here we go, T.K.!

- Come on there! - Come on, baby!

Come on, baby! Yeah!

Come on, T.K.!

Blue 88! Set, hut!

Hold that baby!

Look at that. He won't give the referee the ball.

You know, it's always some kind of antics with T.K.

Is he rocking a baby?

Hey, Terrence, can we ask you a question real quick?

You know, you had a breakout game today.

Two touchdowns, 157 yards receiving.

You seem to be back in the zone. What's changed?

Well, I went to therapy and got in touch with my anger issues.

- Well, congratulations on a great game. - Thanks, Sally.

Hey, scumbag. How you doing?

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Besides, I brought you a gift.

See, last time I checked, hookers were still illegal in New York.

- What do you want? - It's really more about what you want.

Here are the options. I can get your license suspended for illegal wiretaps.

I mean, that Callum divorce you worked on was particularly nasty.

Or I could send your wife some potentially embarrassing photos.

Or I could just offer you these.

The rest of the home games this season, 50-yard line.

Comes with parking.

In return, you disappear...

along with any unflattering photos you have of a certain woman.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Just give me a minute, okay, you guys?

That was really something in there.

I don't know what the hell you did, but thank you.

And Coach wanted me to thank you too.

Well, it was a good first step,

but T.K. has a lot more to work on than just catching the ball.

Understood. Which is why he's agreed to start seeing you twice a week.

Really?

We'd like to send you some more clients too, if you're up for it.

Yeah. The thing is that...

Sorry.

- I am up for it. - Good.

Then you will be needing one of these.

A lot of high-profile folk could use a therapist like you.

Could have your own niche.

I guess I got to order some more of those breadsticks.

For now.

I'll see you.