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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

You are running your best player
into the ground.

That's what
he gets paid the big bucks for.

I am gonna save this team,
but I'm gonna do it my way.

Zetty, back off of TK.

We came up with Terrence.
We know how to protect him.

I keep waking up in cold sweats.

I don't feel safe.

Gotta get out of here.

You coming or what?

Ready, set, go.

Boy, he's fast.

The Scouting Combine.

The annual proving ground
for college seniors

who dream of becoming pro players.

Three grueling days
where future superstars are separated

from potential first-round busts.

There you go. Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

- Good, good, good.
- Go, man.

This is the moment of truth.

The moment
your whole life has been leading toward.

We got 22 at 225 pounds.

Damon Razor, East Mississippi State.

Let's go.

Right on. That's it.

That's it.

And the question everyone's asking:

- Are you or are you not the real deal?
- Pick it up.

Come on, now.

Come on, now.

Come on.

Oh, man.

- What's up, son?
- Man.

- That's it?
- Eight reps.

Eight reps at 225.

Is there something going on
with your workbench?

Are these weights regulation?

I'm pretty sure weights are weights, TK.

Breakfast.

Thank you. How thoughtful.

Look, I'm sorry about the garage,
but, you know, with my kids inside,

I just didn't want them
to get the wrong idea.

I got a fix for that.
Why don't you and I...?

That way, you're not lying to your kids.

You won't give them the wrong idea.

You been running
through my mind since high school.

You weren't TK then.

You were Terry King,

Derrick's little buddy,
120 pounds soaking wet

with that nappy fade.

I'm all TK now.

I'm all business now.

All business. Well, tell you what.

Why don't we take that business
and turn it into business?

Don't you have football stuff
you should do?

Off-season.

What about you being shot?

Aren't you in some sort of rehab?

Yeah, way ahead of schedule.

Okay, you know what?
I got crap I gotta do, TK.

You're all about business. I get it.

Tell you what.

I'll pay you.

For what, babysitting?

Protection.

You want me to protect you?

There's just something about you
that makes me feel safe.

It's your cash.

Just stay out of my way.

TK, where are you?

Jesus, the Hawks are a mess.

"Talk radio was lit up with commentators
questioning the player cuts

by newly installed GM,
owner Marshall Pittman."

- Have you met him, Pittman?
- Unfortunately.

How nuts is he?

Breakfast. Consume, then go.

- I can't eat that.
- Say what?

Do you have any idea where
that breakfast came from, Mom?

He's gone vegetarian.

Vegan, to be exact.

Vegetarian wasn't
pretentious enough for you?

You'll never guess
who else is a vegetarian.

Vegan.

Her name starts with O, ends with "livia."

You don't like Olivia.

I never said that.

It's in your look.

I don't have a look.

That look and that look.

You gotta admit that it's weird

that Olivia shows up
and suddenly we don't recognize you.

Guess you don't need a ride to school.
Stranger danger.

Look, Mom, I'm sorry. I can no longer
be a part of the tyranny of carnivores.

Hey, I missed you in my bed last night.

I missed being in any bed last night.

Oh, did you sleep at all?

Spent the night
watching players invited to the Combine,

looking for a diamond in the rough.

This might be my opportunity
to get to the player personnel side.

Speaking of player personnel...

TK did not show up for rehab again.

Did he call?

Nope. Complete radio silence.

This is bad.

You don't have to tell me.

For every day he's AWOL, it's less likely
he'll be ready to start the season.

I hate to say it,
but if he's not ready to do the work

we have to draft a new wide receiver.

What?

Austin Hackett, defensive tackle from ASU,
is our biggest target in the first.

I wanna compare his strength numbers
to what he lifted in college.

Keep an eye on that corner from Miami.
Our second-round pick.

You don't have those picks anymore.

I traded our first two picks to Dallas

for four lower picks
and cash considerations.

Side note,

I'm now the proud owner
of a racehorse called Backstretch Louie.

Marshall, is this...?

Is this a joke?

- Knock, knock.
- What?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

- Interrupting team owner.
- Interrupting--

The only joke is rookies
making vast sums of money

who've never proven a damn thing.

From here forward, while I'm GM,

I expect you all to find me
first-round talent in the third round.

Okay? So...

Who's got that name?

Who's got that name?

What about Damon Razor?

The kid dropping trou
at the Combine? The little guy?

That's what they said about
Wes Welker and DeSean Jackson.

Yes, he's little, but he's quick.

He's got great hands, he finds the gaps.
Most importantly, he moves the chains.

If TK comes back, Razor makes
an immediate impact as a slot receiver.

If TK struggles, kid's got enough talent
to develop into a number one.

You see him on the bench press?
He's got some flesh-wasting disease.

The kid's sinking
on everybody's draft board.

Well, then he should come cheapo. Perfect.

Donnally, take a look under Razor's hood.

Dr. Feelgood does psych evals
of prospective draftees, right?

Get him on her list.

Now, if no one minds,
I need to see a man about a horse.

Horse better be able
to sack the quarterback.

Coach was throwing
some attitude back there.

Screwed up my knock-knock joke.

If he's voicing his dissension publicly,
who knows what he says in private?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I've never been a fan of guessing.

My soon-to-be ex-wife's sharks
are looking for chum.

If there are enemies in our ranks,
I want them before her people get to them.

Start with Coach, then cast a wide net.

Wiretapping?

You have a problem with it?

Did I say I have a problem?

This is fun.

Like the old days.

No need to be nervous, Damon.

I know. Routine psych evaluation.

I did this with Boston and Baltimore,

but that was before
I started screwing up the Combine.

- That what you want to talk about?
- Just want to talk about you.

So let's see. You were born in Biloxi.

Yeah, put up for adoption,
moved between three different families.

All good people, kind.

None of those weird foster families
that end up on the news.

I see that you did well in school.

Third in your high-school class,

and top 5 percent
on the SATs in your district.

Very impressive.

Not if you knew where I grew up.

Not many parents have the cash
for SAT prep

when you live
in the middle of cows and cotton.

Right, but you broke a ton
of high-school receiving records.

You got scholarship offers
from Auburn and, what, Florida.

Top 10 college football programs, right?

So, what made you decide to go
to East Mississippi State instead?

It was close to home,

and it was sort of more my speed.

Your speed?

Look, Dr. Santino.

I went to a small high school,
a Division II college.

I've never had
to compete against the big boys.

Maybe my performance here
is who I really am.

Meaning?

If I'm honest with myself,
I'm a seventh-rounder

who people are mistaking
for a first-round pick.

Seventh-round draft pick?

If that's how the kid sees himself,
I gotta tell Pittman I got it wrong.

No, wait a minute. Don't freak out.

Damon agreed to let me work
with him before the pass drills.

Let's see if we can get him
to believe what you believe.

Which is?

Which is that his talent is real.

- Oh, boy.
- TK?

Egg-free mayonnaise and soy jerky.

That's Ray Jay's grocery list.

Yeah.

Don't ask.

Listen, is Razor...?

Is he being brought in to replace TK?

You can't replace somebody
who isn't even here.

Right.

Oh, man.

Old Darby's store where
I used to get porn and soda.

Oh, and the spot where
I rounded the bases with Shelly Wilson.

Yeah, well, that's the abandoned lot
where Harold Jones got stabbed,

liquor store that got jacked two days ago.

Wow, you're such a romantic.

Just being real.

Memory lane
ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Yeah, well, reality ain't all
it's cracked up to be, either.

Rehab is going well, huh?

Right.

You know, when it was
on the news about you being shot,

the neighborhood was just buzzing,
worried about you.

Whole neighborhood was buzzing, huh?

Not you? You weren't tripping?

Please. I knew you'd bounce back.

That's where we're headed.

Winky Dog?

You run guns from Winky Dog?

- You got a problem with that?
- No, I love Winky Dog.

I remember that commercial.
Homeboy in the dog suit.

Big smile. He'd be winking at you.

- Winky Dog, Winky Dog.
- TK.

Don't settle for no rinky dog.

Developed by the NSA.

Adaptable to any cell phone.

Picks up voices at 50 feet.

And it's clean?

Like it was vacuumed,
hand-scrubbed, and dipped in peroxide.

Yes. It's clean. It's my guy.

No ties to you or the Hawks.

So, Pittman has gone full Nixon, huh?

So, what does that make you, Haldeman?

Refuse Pittman's request,
he'll squash you like a tick.

Go along with it...

Wiretapping?

That will get the FBI up your ass.

- Is there a question here, Tony?
- No.

Good.

I'll be right back.

Terrence King Dog?

Terry?

Terry King?

Slim, is that you?

What's up? How you doing?
What you doing here?

My uncle owns the joint. I'm helping out.

Slinging dogs.

No, no, no. I'm a manager.

Yeah, I got in a little trouble.

Once you got a record,
it's hard to find a job.

Yeah. But you run the joint?

Yeah, I'm running it into the ground.

Blame your menu for that one.

I'm flattered
you got the Terrence King Dog,

but what's on there?

Two all-beef hot dogs,
ketchup, mustard, and slaw?

Throw some nuts, cheese, and hot sauce
on it if you want the King to like it.

When you buy my uncle out,
make the menu whatever you like.

Dude, check it. It's TK.
How you feeling, TK?

Will you sign my shirt?

I'd love to, man,
but all I got is condiments and relish.

- Buy me a King Dog.
- Yeah, buy me a King Dog too.

What the hell? You know what?

- Winky Dogs for all my friends.
- Yeah.

Oh, dear God.

We're putting together a kale salad
with tofu, mushies, and radish sprouts.

- Are you hungry?
- Yes, for food.

You can't wait to stench up the kitchen?

Nope, sorry.

You should read The China Study.

It's the most comprehensive study
of nutrition ever.

Shows a connection between
animal-based food and disease.

You know what else I need?

Bacon.

You've done this before.
Balls keep coming at you.

- Catch and release?
- Let's put him through it.

All right, let's give it to him. Set, go.

That's it.

Come on. No, no, no. Find your--

- Find your quarterback.
- Sorry.

- Hey, guys.
- Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

- Give me a sec.
- Yeah, talk to her for a second.

Come talk to me.

- What's going through your head?
- I don't know.

What do you think
those guys have that you don't?

They're the real deal.

They got hands, focus, rhythm.

Just work with me for a second.
I want to try something.

Every time the ball is fired at you,
you say out loud,

"I have the hands.
I have the focus. I have the rhythm."

- Out loud?
- Yep.

Look, I'd rather--

Come on. Do it for me.
What do you gotta lose?

- Go on.
- Okay, doc.

Yes. Go ahead.

Okay, we'll do it again. You good?

- Yeah.
- Come on, now. You got this.

All right, we set?

Go.

What do you have?

- I have the hands.
- Louder.

I have the focus.

Can't hear you.

- I have the rhythm.
- Nice.

Louder. What do you got?

I have the hands.
I have the focus. I have the rhythm.

I have the hands.
I have the focus. I have the rhythm.

Got the hands.

Got the focus.

I have the rhythm.

Nice. Better.

I have the hands.

- You have the hands.
- Thanks, fellas.

- Nice.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

He doesn't believe that
he deserves those successes.

And against the best players...

The voice in his head tells him
he's an impostor,

and he loses confidence,

and then his on-field performance
mirrors the script in his head.

Hope he doesn't play so well
that someone snatches him before our pick.

Yeah, don't get too excited.

That was just an exercise,
away from all the scrutiny.

Honey, listen.

Oh, boy.

I need to apologize
for something in advance.

What?

- I knew you were gonna do that.
- You so did not know.

You're not gonna suddenly wake up one day

and demand that I make you
dairy- and gluten-free lasagna, are you?

Is this about your kids again?

No, it's just...

You know, everything is going so well.

And it's just in my nature to obsess
about what's gonna screw it all up.

Have you ever considered the possibility
that nothing is going to screw this up?

Have you met me?

Thankfully.

Don't you move a muscle.

Gluten-free Tofurky?

No.

It's TK. He wants to meet me.

- Back at your office?
- Not exactly.

Hello.

Sorry.

Dr. D. What's up?

Hey, now.

Let me hook you up.
You look like a dessert girl.

Darryl Strawberry Shake with nuts.

No, it's a little early for dessert,
and I thought that you wanted to talk.

I do.

Okay.

Well, my office is a little more conducive
to talking than here.

Conduce this.
Gonna be a real short conversation.

Not coming back to your office.
Not coming back to football.

Why not?

Because my checks now say "Winky Dog."

I just bought this place.
Welcome to my new life.

So here's what
I'm thinking about for the Dani Dog.

You got your own.

Italian sausage, peppers,
and a dash of red hot.

Wait, so are you saying
that you are gonna leave football

so that you can work at the Winky Dog?

Own the Winky Dog.

I own this place.

Then branch out.
Just start here, branch out, franchise.

Be like Magic Johnson.
Revitalize the whole community.

Okay, well,
I admire your desire to give back,

but what about your career?

Are you asking for me or the team?

I'm asking for you.

Terrence, you gotta know
that in your absence,

the Hawks are scouting receivers.

Yeah, that's football for you.
That's how it goes.

I mean, I got my signing check.

I don't need the nonsense of football.

It's just full of pain, and agony,
and pressure, and disloyalty.

I'm good on that.

Okay.

If that's how you really feel,
then I'm happy for you.

But this will all be here
when you're done with football.

I wanna make sure
you're not leaving for the wrong reasons.

Like what?

Like...

you're afraid you might fail.

No, I can come back whenever I want to.

It's just that
with the Hawks, I'm TK, right?

But here...

I'm Terry King from down the block.

I like that guy.

They like that guy.

That's big for me, doc.

Let's bring in
that new mystery challenger.

Hey.

Hey. Where's Ray Jay?

He had to go to the store.
We ran out of hemp milk.

I know you don't like me.

No, it's just...

You and Ray Jay, it's a little intense.

Yeah, I guess intense is who I am.

But you gotta be who you are, right?

Like you.

You've got this cool,
proto-hippie-chic thing happening.

- I do?
- Totally.

The hair is mostly modern.

Clothes are a little retro.
You're definitely making a statement.

I'm not sure what I'm doing.

I think it's cool.

- Aaron Carter, Georgia Tech.
- Go.

Is that Cal Wooler,
defensive coordinator from Houston?

Sure looks like him.

Why the hell is
Pittman talking to Cal Wooler?

- Damon Razor, East Mississippi State.
- Come on.

There you go.

Go.

Not a complete horror show,
but he's better than this, right?

Yes. A lot.

We'll have to see
how he does on his Wonderlic.

- Right.
- Turn to the left.

What do you mean, TK is retiring?
Did you try and talk him out of it?

No, I'm...

I'm giving him some space, you know,
and let him work it out on his own.

I don't know.

This is just not good, Dani.

I really want
to crawl into a bottle of Pinot,

and just clog my arteries
with some fried chicken.

- I gotta call you back.
- Okay.

Linds?

Honey, do you know where Ray Jay...?

What do you think of Lindsay's new hair?

Did you know that I'm proto-hippie-chic?

I did not know that.

I hope you don't mind,
Olivia and I cleaned out the fridge.

Oh, yeah. We got rid of all the nitrates.

That fridge was a cancer farm.

Hey.

- Ain't running guns in church, are you?
- No.

I give money to the church.

Ten percent of everything I make.

Deal I made with myself
when I took over Derrick's business.

That's dope.

I used to spend all my Sundays
ignoring Pastor Joshua,

dreaming about playing for the Hawks.

Your dream came true.

Some of my dreams.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, baby, I mean,
you were smoking in the choir.

I was wearing full-length robes.

You were making
the full-length-robe choir attire work.

- Oh, was I?
- Yeah, you were pulling that off, girl.

Don't let it go to your head.

Who am I, really?
Just one of your brother's little friends.

You ain't gotta think about me,
even if I do get shot.

You don't ever give up.

Just keep fighting.
That's how you make it to the league.

Speaking of, I saw the little white lady
you were talking to at Winky Dog.

Didn't look like
she was there for the wieners.

TK.

Time for you to go home.

Z...

I am home.

Boy, if you don't...

Nico, what are you doing?

Putting the Wonderlic results
on your desk.

Why is Pittman meeting with Cal Wooler?

Is my defensive coordinator
being replaced?

No, no, no.

Bigger. Have I already lost
complete control of this team?

Will Pittman do whatever he wants,

regardless of
whether it makes football sense?

I can't answer that.

Can't or won't?

Damon Razor's Wonderlic.
Make a point of looking at his score.

He got a 9?

I take it that's bad?

Bottom 25 percent.

How does a guy that smart
get all these questions wrong?

Because he wants to get them wrong.

- Damon, can we talk for a sec?
- I don't have time.

Let me get food. Give me two minutes.

- Dr. Santino.
- Two minutes.

Hello. Can I please get some coffee,
and a crumb-cake thingy,

and also a veggie sandwich with cheese?

- Cheese is 50 cents extra.
- That's fine. Add that.

And also throw in some Snyder's pretzels.
What's that, 11 bucks?

It's 13.50, 14.69 with tax.

What?

You're a straight-A student,
and yet you tank the Wonderlic.

You have caught
every pass since high school.

Today you got a case of the dropsies.

If you have a question, ask it.

Damon, why are you purposely
screwing up the Combine?

I'm a seventh-round draft pick.
That's what I am.

Why the hell
can't people just accept that?

Mr. Pittman?

You wanted to see--

What is that?

You know how every game starts
with a hawk flying through the stadium?

I'm thinking,
what could be more regal than a hawk?

A hawk with its own horse.

Quite a performance
by your boy at the Wonderlic yesterday.

Yeah, nine. Not so good.

Not so good?

My grandmother could get a nine.
She's been dead for 15 years.

Okay, so say
a team owner put a gun to your head,

told you any chance you have

to make it over
to the player personnel side

is riding on Damon Razor.

Would you still draft him?

I watched hours of film on this kid.
That's the player that I think we'd get.

Barring something crazy happening
between now and the draft, yes,

I still recommend drafting Damon Razor.

You know
what's better than a hawk on a horse?

A hawk with a hat on a horse.

Hi.

- TK's in Newark?
- Did you pop out of the glove compartment?

You texted me.

Not about TK.

So then what do you need me for?

What is the difference
between a first-round pick

and a seventh-round pick?

They're not as good.

We pay them less money.

I mean, in terms of what you do.

First-rounders, I give the team a dossier,
everything from their first breath

to what they took out of the mini bar
in their hotel room at the Combine.

What about a seventh-round guy?

Less investment, less scrutiny.

I need you to look into Damon Razor

as if
he were a first-round draft pick, okay?

Are you asking me this
based on professional interest,

or because your boyfriend's ass
is on the line with Pittman?

I think that everybody's ass
is on the line with Pittman.

With Marshall,
it's like swimming with sharks.

You do what you can not to get eaten.

Well, all's I know about sharks
is what I learned on Shark Week,

and that is if they attack,

you just gotta punch them in the nose.

I'll take that under advisement.

- You do that.
- Okay.

The New York Hawks made
the playoffs, but they have needs.

Defensive tackle, corner.

And the biggest single question
going into this season

is how Terrence King's recovery is going.

Yo, Terry, your turn. Let's go.

Will he ever return to all-pro form?

Yo, Zett, look at us.

Got the crew back together,

doing a little drinking,

throwing some bones.

You losing at bones.

Oh, I'm losing at bones, huh?
Really? Really?

Then what is this?

Domino, bitch.

Cough it up.

Don't remember nobody
saying we was playing for money.

- Ain't much changed.
- What the hell's that supposed to mean?

It means that
you were always cheap and squirrelly.

No more than you was a quitter.

You was about to bail on football.
You couldn't get off the bench.

Only reason you got on the field
is because I blew out my knee.

I don't remember it that way.

Once you became a starter,
you thought you was better than us.

Well, it's even now.

We both out of football, with bum wheels.

You and I, we're the same now.

We ain't the same, Slim.

- Really?
- Really.

I think we are, gimpy.

Step off, Slim.

All right, show's over. Everybody out.

Now.

Move.

Cornrows?

Yes.

And because of the cult of Olivia,

Ray Jay's the next Che Guevara,

and Lindsay looks like Bo Derek.

I'm sure it's just a phase.

Like my G.I. Joe phase when I was 9.

What do you mean? As in the action figure?

I set up an obstacle course
in my backyard,

and started wearing
Army fatigues to church.

How did that go over?

You gotta understand
something about my dad.

He started throwing me balls
before I could stand.

So he had a plan.

Suddenly I was throwing that all away
to go fight the Russians, so...

He rode me a bit.

Then I think he realized,
if the military was my thing,

then he couldn't stop me.

But it wasn't your thing.

Soon enough,
we tore down the obstacle course,

and put up a basketball hoop.

Which-- I don't know, it's just--
That's a great parenting move, you know.

He let me figure it out
on my own, which I agree with.

One day, when I have kids,
I am gonna remember that lesson.

But I don't have kids,
so I am sharing it with you.

You okay?

Yeah.

Told you I needed your protection.

No, you don't.

Maybe I just want it.

What are you doing?

You really think
I wasn't worried when you got shot?

Of course I was worried.

Hey.

I dug up some information
on Razor you might find interesting.

What is it?

There is no chance that Damon Razor
will ever become a New York Hawk.

Why?

Because Damon Razor is dead.

Yo, Z.

Hey.

Morning.

Where we headed?

I am headed to Philly.

All right.

Well, let me take a shower real quick.

Give me like five minutes.

Actually give me like 15.
I'm gonna stretch this leg out.

- I'll be right with you.
- No, you won't.

Look.

TK, you came home,

you played hero,

you even got to hit this.

But I live in the real world.

- That's the world I wanna live in.
- No, you don't.

The real world is for me and Slim.

People who don't have a choice.

You do.

I'm starting to think maybe I don't.

Well, if it were me,

I'd sure as hell go find out.

Who's this guy going to my friends,
asking about me?

You seem angry.

Yeah, I am.

It's a complex emotion for a dead man.

Damon Razor died from heart failure
at 6 years old in 1997.

But you knew that already.

What's your real name?

If you go, I won't stop you.

I will never say a word.

But if you leave,
and never deal with this,

then you're never gonna have
the chance to reach your full potential.

My name...

My name is Bryce Abbott.

As a kid, I was little.

The runt.

But I loved football.

I could just never make a team.

So when I was forced
out of the foster system at 18,

I saw an opportunity to change my life.

I stole someone's identity
and reenrolled as a high-school freshman.

I never thought
it would amount to anything.

But suddenly I'm a star.

All-state, college offers.

People looking at me.

But if anyone looked too hard...

It could all end.

That's why you wanted
to stay low on the draft boards.

No one's gonna look too hard
at a seventh-rounder.

I'm so sorry.
I just don't know what to do now.

You tell the truth.

And you play football
the way you know you can.

You were a kid. You made a mistake.

But you are not an impostor
where football is concerned.

How much trouble is this guy in?

If we draft him,
the team will help clear the issues.

If we draft him? I don't care
if his real name is Jerry Rice.

Doesn't change
what we've seen at the Combine.

Well, you gotta understand
he was purposely tanking.

He's still gonna have issues
with his confidence,

but now he's freed up
to show us who he really is.

Which one of you knew?

- What's he talking about?
- No idea.

Terrence King's agent is asking
about retirement papers.

Did he tell any of you

that he was planning
on walking with my 7 million?

The prodigal son has returned!

Make way, peons of the press.
I gotta confab with my peeps.

Dr. D. Matty D.
Big boss man. How you doing?

Hey, Coach.

Mr. King. Lovely to see you.

Lovely to be seen, Mr. Pittman.

What are you doing here?

Same as these punks.

Here to run.

You don't have to do this.

The man said, he wants to see me run.

And can you run?

Like Kunta Kinte before the foot surgery.

What are we hoping to see today?

The fastest time
for a wide receiver's been a 4.38.

Razor might catch that.

And my $7 million man?

If TK breaks a 6, it'll be a miracle.

You're mighty nervous there, rook.

I get it.

You don't wanna lose
to the one-lung, one-leg gimp.

Now, remember, relaxation equals speed.

Going off you, kid.

That's 4.4 for Razor. That's top five.

And Terrence?

Five-six.

Someone call Moses.

It's a miracle.

Yo, come on. You bitches thought
I was gonna die at the 30-yard line.

Dr. D, 9 a.m., your office.

Matty, gym at noon.

Yep.

Time to get back to work.

Terrence, you all right?

Hotter than prom night.

Your defensive coordinator is safe.

Marshall had a meeting with Cal Wooler.
They talked for 40 minutes.

Marshall decided Wooler
wasn't a right fit for the team.

Pittman told you this?

But you're telling me?

How do I know it's true?

It's true.

Well, we got Gabrielle's opening salvo.

Yeah. And?

Marshall,
your ex-wife's going for your balls.

Well, then I guess
we'll have to go for her jugular.

Hey, guys. You ready for dinner?

- Why are there four settings?
- Because we got a guest coming.

One of you get that?

- Hey, Linds.
- What are you doing here?

Your mom invited me.

- You did?
- Yes, I did.

It would be nice
for us all to eat together.

And I made some vegan spinach casserole,

and some tempeh-stuffed cabbage rolls,

and then some steamed seaweed.

Yummy.

And what's that?

Just my dinner.

Rib-eye steak, and broccoli with gruyère,

and then some risotto with scallops.

Come on. Sit down.

Eat it while it's hot.

So, Olivia, why don't you
tell me something about yourself?

I'm waiting to hear back from colleges
to see where I've been accepted.

Which means I spend most of my nights...

That's a great parenting move.

One day, when I have kids,
I am gonna remember that lesson.

But I don't have kids,
so I am sharing it with you.

Hey.

Hey, guess who just left my office.

Marshall Pittman, who came by to tell me

that if the player
formerly known as Damon Razor

is still available in the third round,
we will be taking him.

Dani, thank you so much.

What's up?

"When I have kids,
I'm gonna remember that lesson."

You lost me.

At dinner, you said that.

So?

So...

You want kids, right?

Definitely.

But you're done.

Yeah.

I think I am.

And I think we just figured out
what's gonna screw us up.