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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

I will trash my career if I want to!

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

What's up, sexy lady? How you doing?

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

Nico. I work for the team. You know Pittman?

He's an eccentric media mogul.

Owns networks and teams, including the New York Hawks.

Who's the attractive woman?

That would be Gabrielle Pittman.

I was involved with Gabrielle before she met Marshall.

- You're the boss. - The boss' wife.

I have instructions from your father not to step in again.

Juliette told me you helped her get into rehab.

Matthew. I'm a trainer for the Hawks.

I know what I want. Let me know if you're in.

- Nico. - Something happened to T.K.

He's been shot.

If you've ever fallen into a pool, almost drowned,

you know the feeling of being underwater.

You can't breathe, pressure builds around you as you sink to the bottom.

And you wonder if this might very well be your last day on Earth.

29-year-old male. Gunshot wound to the chest and right thigh.

BP is 90 over 60 and dropping.

Mr. King, can you hear me?

Mr. King?

Weak pulse, shallow respiration.

Patient is unresponsive.

Right angle.

More suction.

I see the bullet, lodged in the back of the right lung.

- Vitals are unstable. - Get the staplers ready.

BP's 70 over 40 and dropping.

Lost his pulse.

Patient's arresting.

Starting cardiac massage.

Give me some epi and some bicarb.

Paddles.

Go right to 50.

- Charging. - Stand back.

- All clear? - Clear!

Hey, doc. I'm Coach Purnell. How's he doing?

It was touch-and-go for a while, but he pulled through.

He was shot once in the right thigh, once in the side.

Suffered a punctured lung, tremendous blood loss.

But he's gonna be all right, right?

He's had a severe physical trauma.

It's going to be a slow recovery.

Can we see him?

I'm so sorry.

There was a complication.

- He didn't make it. - What?

You must be his daughter.

Mr. Rothstein was a lovely man.

Rothstein?

No. We're looking for Terrence King.

Oh, my bad.

I think that's him.

Ain't dead yet...

bitches.

I hate that stupid, chirpy, happy sound.

You beat the hell out of it, honey.

Baby, why you gotta get up so early?

Daddy's gotta go to work.

And I need a minute or two to get me a little something-something.

Kids?

No, no, they're supposed to go straight from Ray's to school.

Oh, okay.

- Where's your car? - I always park up the block.

Genius!

Hey, hey, hey. What happened?

- I can't take Mr. Fishy to class. - What? Mr. Fishy?

Isn't he cute? Dad bought him for me.

Of course he did. Hey! Ray Jay, not out of the carton. Come on.

- He eats frozen bloodworms. - Ray Jay!

No. Mr. Fishy. Can you please find a bowl for him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, vamoose. You're gonna be late for school.

Ho, now! Door's that way.

- I need a warmer jacket. - No. It's gonna be a heat wave.

- It's... Global warming. - But, Mom--

No buts. Okay? Because tardiness leads to truancy and low test scores.

- Just... - Speaking about test scores.

The SAT tutor. I know you wanted me to go with Mrs. Bernstein,

- but I found someone better. - Great!

Olivia di Florio. She's from up the block.

She got a 2320 on her SAT, and she's half the price.

Awesome! That is perfect! I approve!

Now, go learn something!

Oh, little dude.

That was really close.

Sneaking around.

It's always dicey.

- I know, but... - I know.

You don't wanna bring me into their world unless I'm a permanent fixture.

Now, on the other hand, sneaking around is hot.

Yes, it is hot.

Oh, I gotta get to this meeting.

I know. My lawyer's coming over, and I got papers to sign.

But wait. These last six weeks of the off-season,

they have been really, really nice.

It's about to get all crazy town again, isn't it?

Whole new season...

whole new set of crazy.

Hello?

- Coach! Coach! - Coach!

The Pittmans filed for divorce.

What does that mean for the team?

The divorce is bad news for the Pittmans.

Doesn't have to be bad news for the Hawks.

There's rumors the Hawks can't make payroll.

People spout all kinds of nonsense.

We're gonna be sold, go bankrupt, be abducted by aliens.

Truth is, it doesn't change one damn thing around here.

We're professionals. We have a job to do, a season to plan.

But thanks for your concern.

What about T.K.?

Is it true he's holed up in Florida, and you haven't laid eyes on him?

Oh, I really missed you guys...

like I miss my annual prostate exam!

You didn't have to come all the way over here, Chip.

Oh, you want some coffee?

Please.

Well, I wanted to deliver your tax returns in person.

Okay, so let's do this.

Signed, sealed, delivered, and we'll be on our way.

My last joint tax return as Sadie Sadie married lady,

and then free and clear. Boom! Done! Come on.

See, that's the thing, Dani. It's boom, but...

it's not done.

Audited. Ray, $87,000 in back taxes?

Yeah, well, apparently,

the IRS doesn't agree that those deductions were legal.

You are a never-ending stream of dark, flowing poop.

I gotta go. To be continued.

Audited? That's a bitch.

You.

Just when I'd forgotten what it's like to have someone jump out of the bushes.

You missed me these last six weeks.

Although I'm guessing you weren't particularly lonely.

So what's going on in there?

Remind me to program sports talk into your car radio.

Two hours ago, ESPN reported

the Pittmans sued and countersued for divorce in superior court.

Oh, what does that all mean?

Well, the Pittmans co-own the Hawks, fifty-fifty.

So control of the team is officially up for grabs.

Speaking of Pittman,

did you ever get to talk to him about you and Gabrielle?

We got bigger things on our plate now.

Stop listening to bullcrap rumors on talk radio!

- Good morning. - Name one good thing about it.

Where the hell is Marshall Pittman?

He's underground. We can't find him.

Stupendous. Our asses are hanging in the breeze,

and he's out playing cowboy somewhere.

Nothing I can do about the Pittmans or the press.

But I've got some player-personnel decisions

that can't wait for those two to shoot it out.

How's T.K.?

I...

As you know, he's spent the past month doing physical rehab in Florida,

despite our discomfort with that choice.

He came back a couple days ago. Haven't heard from him.

And I've left him a bunch of messages,

"Call me when you're ready," and nothing.

Excuse me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure.

Bring me back a venti Maalox!

T.K.'s agent, Rob Maroney, is stopping by tomorrow

to let me know just how great T.K.'s doing,

but that man would lie to Santa Claus.

I don't care if you have to bang down his door.

I need you to set eyes on Terrence King,

and let me know if he's ever gonna play again,

or do I need to find me another wide receiver?

I should have guessed.

Ten minutes after the apocalypse,

and the roaches come crawling out.

I come in peace, Nico.

- Where is he, Devin? - Tahiti. Budapest.

Maybe Singapore.

He's gone off the grid.

Marshall goes radio silent for six weeks,

then blows the team up without so much as a return phone call.

Now I'm getting SOS e-mails from Juliette Pittman,

but I can't seem to raise her anywhere.

She's a master at getting herself into situations, isn't she?

I know you care about the girl, but how many times have you been down this road?

This feels different.

And Marshall shares your concern.

But he has been fairly explicit on this subject.

You are not to help Juliette anymore.

She's his daughter, not yours,

in case you've forgotten.

Somebody has to act like her father.

Marshall will be in contact when he's ready.

Until then, stay on task, and maybe we'll weather the storm.

I just want you to be aware.

Big changes coming down the pike.

What kind of changes?

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

Before you knock...

He has been through a severe physical and emotional trauma.

There's depression, anger, withdrawal. Anything is possible.

So I just... I just want you to be prepared. Yeah?

Got it.

Yo! It's Matty D. And Dr. D.

Your two favorite people!

Is Terrence here?

Matty D. Dr. D.

- Terrence. - I'd like you to meet mis amigas.

Candi, my physical therapist.

Mandi, my spiritual advisor, and...

this girl here, I met in the elevator yesterday.

Talk about a full-service building.

We just came over to see how you are.

How am I?

Zenned out like a mother flicker.

Well, hey, that is... That's great, T.K.

- K.T. - What's that?

T.K. was last year.

Terrence King is gone with the wind.

Reborn, King Terrence.

Ergo, K.T.

T.

Dr. D.

- It's great to see you. - T. T. T.

- It's good to see you too. - That's good.

- Matty D. - I'm good.

- Yeah? Me too. - Tempting.

All right. Thanks, buddy.

Wheatgrass?

It's a cane, right?

Yeah.

Wrong. It's a sword!

En garde, Slim Jim Silver!

Okay. Okay. That seems a little dangerous.

Nah. It's like Teddy Bear Roosevelt once said:

"Speak softly and carry a big-ass sword cane."

Okay, we could talk about your sword cane all day,

but isn't there anything more pressing on your mind?

I know what you want to hear.

Yeah? K.T.'s all freaked out.

His majesty's all pissed off.

I don't want to hear anything other than how you really are.

I'm fine.

Getting shot was a gift, really.

Dr. D., I was blind, but now I see.

See what?

I can't really explain that in human language.

Unfortunately, that's the only one we got.

I don't need words.

I know what the Earth is thinking.

I know what squirrels are thinking.

I mean, like, not like, you know, crazy like that.

It's just... I died on that table for eight seconds, doc.

I'm one of the few who's gone to the other side and made it back.

And what happened on the other side?

I saw an angel...

holding a trash bag.

A trash bag?

You know, like, for leaves.

And she was just holding it, and I just took...

all the collected bullshit from the last 20 years

and put it in that bag.

Twist-tied it, and I chucked it into the spiritual dumpster.

It's gone.

This temple is clean, baby.

What about Vivica?

Yeah. She's in the blue bin. For recycling.

Terrence, when...

When a person has had an experience with a trauma,

like the one you've been through,

it is natural for the body to have certain responses.

Like?

- Sleep disruption, recurring memories. - Nope.

- Sensitivity to noise, nightmares? - Nope.

- Withdrawals, flashes of anger. - Nope-ity nope.

- How about your injury? - It hurts,

but it's part of the game, though. You know? It's rehab.

Don't rehash.

Terrence...

you were shot.

Doc, people get shot every day. This is America.

Come on!

I was laying low until I was ready to come back. All right?

Now K.T. is black and bletter than blever.

And I'm ready to receive my public...

in style.

How are you planning on doing that?

Is that a zip line?

Exactly. K.T. will zip-line over the crowd

onto the stage, all to the sound of Elton John singing "The Bitch Is Back."

Why not open up the hotel roof

and have an Apache helicopter drop him in?

Hey.

Come on in, Dr. Dani. You've met Rob Maroney, T.K.'s agent.

Is that a zip line?

Rob was just explaining how T.K.--

K.T. would like to make his entrance into the fan convention on Friday.

Yeah, T.K. mentioned something about a public appearance

in front of thousands of people?

Yeah, every year, we sell out a hotel ballroom.

Basically, it's fans dropping a bunch of money to hang out with the players.

So, if there are insurance or safety issues

with T.K.'s first proposal,

second proposal,

rise through the floor with air gun cannons banging confetti.

Wow, okay. Am I the only one that thinks that's a bad idea?

I'm sorry, a really bad idea?

No, you are not.

Coach, you are in the middle of a PR virus.

You gotta change the conversation

from the Pittman death match to your hero player.

He threw the block that won you a playoff game,

took two bullets, survived.

That is the feel-good story of the millennia.

Grown men weep, little kids wet their diapees,

and T.K. jerseys fly off the shelf, $59.95 a pop.

And you...

You are off the hot seat, Coach.

I hate to be the one to pour cold water on your PR juggernaut here,

but the man was shot.

Post-traumatic stress disorder often doesn't present itself

until four to six weeks after the fact. As in right about now.

So until we can assess his state of mind...

They caught the shooter!

T.K. is practically the Dalai-fricking-Lama.

What more do you people want from this guy?

His refusal to talk about what happened is a telltale sign of PTSD.

I don't know from PTSD.

What I do know is that athletic careers are made or lost on perception.

To shut down the doubters on talk radio and around the league,

it is crucial to T.K.'s future that he surface.

Come on, Matt, Coach. You know what I'm talking about.

Dani's the mental-health expert.

If she thinks it's a bad idea, then I defer to her opinion.

Dr. Dani's track record speaks for itself.

Fine. I'll go to the GM's office.

See what they think about you banning their star player from their convention.

So bird is to nest, as...?

B, dog is to doghouse?

That sounds like the right answer.

But it's not.

When you're doing analogies, the first step

is to analyze the nature of the relationship,

then eliminate which answers are clearly wrong.

But when I analyze a relationship, I try to see what's right,

not what's wrong.

Isn't it hard for you to concentrate with this music on?

No. I feel like it... It puts me in the right mood.

- Okay. - Here. Let me try it on my own,

just to see if I understand.

Iron is to magnet...

as I am to you.

You know, attracted.

- What are you doing? - Analogies.

You good-looking jocks are so full of yourselves.

Think you were gonna bag me like a dumb cheerleader?

I think you're a smartass, not a dumb--

Look, that came out wrong.

I read books that don't have pictures.

You think Two and a Half Men is funny.

There is no chance that you and I will hit it,

now or tomorrow or a hundred years from tomorrow.

But you did say I was good-looking, right?

You're missing receipts for 2009 and 2010.

What? I thought you were just auditing us for last year's taxes.

Well, by law, we have the right to assess back taxes as far as three years.

Look, my ex, my stupid ex-husband,

he ran the business,

so it seems unfair for me to get stuck with half the tax bill

when he's the one at fault. Don't you think?

Well, remember those vows, "for better or worse?"

Guess which one this is.

No, no, no.

Damn it, Cassie, do you know how to spell King?

K-I-N-G?

Right. Yeah. Very good. You're the G, girl.

So if you stand in front of the N, looks like my name is pronounced Kign.

Diddy would never put up with this.

So we're gonna have to do this over and over again

until somebody gets it right.

Hey, King Terrence!

What's up? Maroney! How you doing, boy?

- How are you? - I'm all right, you know.

I'm just hammering out some choreography with the T-kettes.

They're gonna part the seas for K.T.'s resurrection.

Yeah, listen, K.T., we have to talk about that,

and your therapist.

Take five, T-kettes.

Juliette has stone-cold disappeared.

No activity on her credit cards or cell phone in the past six days.

Six days?

I even had her e-mail hacked.

Other than the ones she sent you, nada.

Remember her good friend, Kurt?

- Yeah. - See if you can track him down.

And the other thing you inquired about.

- Anything there? - Oh, yeah.

He's having a liquidity meltdown.

Leveraged all his real-estate holdings to the hilt,

- and it goes on and on and on. - Oh, Jesus.

Pittman's debt is twice his asset base.

The Hawks are on life support.

Yeah, well, let's just hope Juliette is not.

Terrence, we didn't have an--

You tried to get me booted from the convention?

What?

Now, who do you think you are,

telling the team I'm not ready to go out in public?

Yeah. My agent told me everything.

How you're trying to keep me from the fans.

I trusted you, Dr. D.

Now you're going behind my back trying to sabotage me?

Whoa, now! Hold on a second.

The team pays me for my opinion about the best interests of its players.

And, yes, I think that you need more time to process what happened.

I know what happened!

NDE.

Near-death experience.

Okay, yeah, fine, I came roaring back.

Bitches can't kill me with a couple of slugs!

Why is that so hard for you to get?

Because not all scars are visible, Terrence.

Because you got shot.

And a trauma like that can really rock a person's foundation.

My foundation wasn't rocked.

It is a rock!

Everybody waiting for the king to cry. You know?

Look, I'm telling you right now. I'm from the 'hood.

People get shot. I'm not crying.

Nobody lives in my head.

Nobody tells me what to do.

And can't nobody tell me what's best for me, not even you.

I'm going to that convention.

Ain't no two ways about that.

And there's nothing that you or your little expert opinion can do to stop me.

2009 and 2010, Mrs. Santino.

What if I lose my job and can't afford to send Ray Jay to college?

What if he doesn't get into college?

What if I lose the house?

What if T.K. really thinks he's talking to squirrels?

And I can't burden Matt with this IRS thing.

Ain't nothing less attractive than a woman with a mountain of debt.

Know what I'm saying?

Ever feel like you're just underwater sometimes?

That was a joke!

Come on. You know that was funny.

- Who are you talking to, Mom? - Oh, my God.

Which sounds worse,

no one, or Mr. Fishy?

It's 2 in the morning and you're baking?

Biscotti.

Is everything okay? I saw all those receipts in your bed.

What are you guys doing up at 2 in the morning?

- And why are you baking...? - Biscotti.

Biscause-- Becat--

Because...

I want you to go to college!

Up All Night with Irv Superfon!

And we're back, talking with New York Hawks receiver Terrence King

who was telling us about his near-death experience.

That sounds intense.

Mondo intense, Irv.

Nothing puts your life in perspective like being dead.

I'll bet. The whole city was worried about you.

How are you these days?

You know what, physically, I'm good.

I'm even better metaphysically.

I'm an intergalactic tuning fork.

My molecules are vibrating in the same frequency as the planet.

That's what happens when you go to the other side, Irv.

So, T.K.-- Sorry. K.T.,

rumors are flying, and the fans wanna know,

will you be at the Hawks fan convention?

You're not on the program.

That's an epic typo, Irv.

That's 180 degrees opposite of true.

King Terrence is gonna be at that conference,

you best believe, with barbells on!

Hey, T.K.! What's the score now?

T.K.? T.K.?

Are you still with us?

I guess we must have lost him.

T.K. is furious at me.

That agent threw me under the bus.

Whatever happened to deferring to the expert?

T.K. went on talk radio this morning telling everybody he was gonna be there.

The GM blinked. He doesn't wanna disappoint the fans, so...

- Coach? - It's done, doctor.

If T.K. wants to dance at the convention tomorrow night,

frankly, I can't go toe-to-toe with the GM over that.

I'm sorry, Dani. We've got...

bigger problems right now.

Why? What's happening?

Layoffs.

About a third of the staff.

- Effective immediately. - Why?

The Pittmans' fortune is all tied up in this divorce. Asset-rich but cash-poor.

Overnight, we've gone from playoff team to paupers.

Kurt, right? Long time no see.

That hurts.

- Where is she? - I haven't seen Juliette in like forever.

That hurts! Okay.

Three days ago, I get a call from a guy, sometimes buys for her.

- And? - He wanted me to score a bottle of Oxy

and sleeping pills, enough for a freaking elephant.

You hear from her again, I'm your first call.

You understand? Your very first.

Marshall, I haven't heard from you in six weeks.

These hide-and-seek games, enough's enough.

You wanna play cat-and-mouse with your team, that's fine,

but your daughter, Juliette, I think she's in real trouble.

You call me back. Soon.

2009, 2010. Color-coded just like the others.

Okay. Let's get started.

Oh, and I also brought some snacks,

just in case we were here for a little while.

Biscotti?

I love biscotti.

- May I? - Please.

Delicate.

Well-balanced. Crisp, but not dense.

Crap.

It's open!

I'm here to pick up my check.

Yeah, it's on the counter.

Well...

I'll see you around school.

Hey, Olivia,

about the other day,

I was out of line.

You're a senior, and I was trying to impress you,

and instead I disrespected you, so I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I probably overreacted.

My mom says that my outrage meter is set very low.

See you're working on it. How's it going?

Oh, it's great.

I just lied.

It's the opposite of great.

I can't do these math problems.

Getting into college with my grades?

It's a joke.

Honestly...

I feel like I'm drowning.

You really should try Mrs. Bernstein.

She's an exceptionally talented and patient tutor.

But she's got that mole on her chin.

- And she spits when she talks. - And she spits when she talks.

Well, there are plenty of other tutors who don't spit.

Yeah.

But I prefer a tough, brilliant, funny tutor who puts me in my place.

And there's not a lot of those.

I guess, technically, I do still owe you half a session.

Peace pretzel?

Maybe?

- Okay. - You can't resist.

- Oh, you're just gonna take them? - Oh, yeah.

Well, I think with what we've done here today,

we might be able to come to some sort of a compro--

A compro...? What's a compro...?

No. Not... What I meant to say was--

Are you okay?

This doesn't have hazelnuts in it, does it?

- Yeah. Why? - I'm allergic! Deathly!

Oh, my God! 911?

No! EpiPen! In the drawer!

Chip, of course I understand this isn't gonna help my case.

Yeah, listen, I got about a half an hour

before I need to be at the Hawks convention,

so can we just talk about this debacle tomorrow?

Bye.

Oi. Yeah.

Ray Jay?

Anybody home?

Ray Jay?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Mom, it's not what it looks like.

Mrs. Bernstein's gonna be your tutor now.

Old, ugly Mrs. Bernstein!

Hi, Mrs. Santino. I'm Olivia.

Hello, Olivia. You're fired.

Ma!

No, no, no. Olivia!

Ray Jay, talk to you later, okay?

Am I not entitled to some privacy around here?

Excuse me? I just found you in bed with your tutor!

I'm not doing this.

- We need to talk. - There's nothing to talk about.

There's a few things to talk about.

I said we're not talking about this.

And I just said we are!

Mom, if you say one more word, I'm leaving.

- Ray Jay. I-- - Yep. Thank you. Yep.

Divorce is always a game-changer.

I've had two of them.

As far as T.K. goes, you'll all get to see for yourselves tonight.

Go! Go!

Go!

- Hey. Dani. - Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

- Where is he? - Backstage.

How you doing?

I almost killed a tutor, an IRS agent and my son, all in the same day,

so don't get too close, because I'm like the black widow over here.

IRS?

I'm being audited by the IRS.

I may owe over 80 grand in back taxes.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm underwater, and you've got so much to deal with.

I'm not gonna drag you down with me.

Not likely. Certified lifeguard.

I'm not trying to fix the fixer here,

but when you're drowning, you just gotta reach for a hand.

- That's hard for me. - It's hard for everybody.

Just remember, I'm here.

- How's T.K.? - Nervous. Back here.

Look at this guy.

He is a freaking warrior.

What up, boy? How you doing?

I'm ready to get out there and do the damn thing!

Hey, now, this is what support looks like.

Rob Maroney, my very own human jockstrap.

- Five minutes, Mr. King. - That's the perfect amount of time

for me to get my mojo. Namaste.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fan Fest 2012!

Now, I want you to be a human sponge.

You get out there, you soak up the love from 6,000 of your closest friends.

- I'm watching you. - You better be!

You're perspiring quite a bit. Are you feeling all right?

I'm good. It's just a little bit of restless leg syndrome.

Girl, I-- What you trying to say? I'm good.

Do me a favor, yeah? Keep an extra eye on Terrence.

The place is secure from top to bottom.

Dani, don't worry. Nothing will happen to him.

You have my word.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the moment you have been waiting for,

your 2011-2012 Northeastern Division champions.

Let's hear it for your New York Hawks!

And finishing his fourth season with the New York Hawks,

wide receiver, number 88, hometown hero Terrence King!

Jesus. He brought a gun?

Glock, 9 mm. Semi-automatic.

It takes 5 and a half seconds to shoot all 17 of these bullets in this magazine.

I'm sorry. I never saw that coming.

No, but someone else did.

And she was pretty damn vocal about it.

I can't believe I almost did that.

I know.

Terrence, what you're going through is normal.

Pretending that it's not happening,

that will make it worse.

When I was 5,

I almost drowned in the town swimming pool.

It was awful.

It seemed like I was down there forever.

And then this hand, my mother's hand,

finally appeared,

and all I needed to do was reach out and grab it.

But when you're drowning,

it's like you can't see what's right in front of you.

So when you're ready to reach for that hand...

it's right here.

Nico. Juliette surfaced.

Credit card activity, today.

- What? Where? - Craziest thing. She's here.

- In New York? - Here in the hotel.

Room 1510.

Juliette!

Juliette?

Juliette?

- Marshall? - Nico.

It's been a while.

- Where's Juliette? - Vacationing at my villa on Bora Bora.

It's good to get off the grid every so often, don't you think?

You set me up.

You wanted me to think she was dead. Is that it?

Even for you, that's twisted!

That feeling you have right now?

It's the same feeling I had when I realized you were screwing my wife.

Now we're even.

Almost.