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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

I can't move my arm.

Bobcat Med is not V3 Medical.

They don't have Dr. Strauss.

I won't mince words, TK, it's not good.

It means my career is over.

There is an experimental treatment.

Very, very cutting-edge.

We need to talk about my assistant
who has apparently been fired.

- What do you think about merging?
- What's in it for you?

Someone I can trust.

I propose you and I team up
and we do an end run around Connor.

- You want V3.
- Don't you?

- Name of the inmate?
- Careles. Alex Careles.

We should keep us simple.

We've managed so far.

FBI was right about the money laundering.
We just don't know why.

Crabchek should be able to tell us.

I didn't come here because of me.
I'm here because I wanna help Hutch.

Look into the clinic.
It's all about the clinic.

You torturous
Fifty Shades of Grey Cruella de Vil.

I hate you so much right now.

Yeah, but you'll love me when I'm done.

I'll love you forever
if you get my ass back on that field.

Come on. Try to relax.

"Try to relax," she says,
as she's murdering my shoulder.

There he is. How are we today, Mr. King?

Sore. But I am ready
for this water to burst

and for you to deliver
a brand-new baby-bouncing TK.

So when do we start with this treatment?

Patience, Mr. King. A few more days.

It's tailor-made and honed
to your biomechanical readings,

designed specifically for your body.
It takes time.

Well, time I ain't got, doc.

Season is ticking away.
I'm trying to clinch a playoff spot.

You know Jake Hooper?

Yeah, the tight end for the Hawks.

Three months ago,
he tore his ACL and his MCL.

They said he may never play again.

That dude's flying these days.

Exactly.

I believe I can fly.

And you will. Soon.

All right.

My main man. You just--

Would you warn me? What's wrong with you?

What exactly did TK tell you?

Just that the experimental treatment
is starting up in a few days.

He was pretty vague about the details,
but he was so excited about it.

He said that they promised
to get him back on the field in a flash.

- What are we gonna tell him?
- Nothing yet.

That could compromise
the entire investigation.

Really? Because the investigation
can't compromise me or my clients.

You didn't give your FBI guy
any names like Hutch or Crabchek, right?

No.

Good. I don't want either of them
to get pulled into this.

They've been through enough.
What about TK?

I promise, nothing will happen to TK.

You have my word.

In the meantime, you have an appointment.

Arden's Garden?

Around 12.

Every day, she's there.

Oh, brother.

Hello, Stuart.

Good morning, Dr. Santorini.
Your cup of wheatgrass is on your desk.

Okay, you do know
that it's "Santino," right?

And I don't drink wheatgrass,
I drink coffee.

Oh, God, I got you mixed up
with Marty in Media or Sheila in Models.

- I'm gonna go get you some coffee.
- No, no, no, Stuart, I'm good.

Good? At what?

Amazing.

Seriously, you're like a combo platter
of Mike Tyson and Helen of Troy.

You're a real knockout.

I'm not kidding. I'd launch a thousand
ships and get a face tattoo for you, Abby.

Well, you are still the best salesman
I have ever met.

Well, I'm not selling anything,
I'm trying to tell you.

Last night was fun,

but I have a business to run

and I'm pretty sure
you have some job or another.

Yeah, what you don't realize
is I'm the boss

and I make the hours and so do you.

Well, what you don't realize
is that when the cat's away,

- the mice will play.
- Yeah?

Lock up on your way out.

Your coffee. Black, no sugar,
so that it is a donkey kick to the brain.

Dr. Santino, how did you find me?

Well, a good boss knows
where her assistant is at all times.

Former assistant.

You wanna tell me what happened?

Paloma, my schedule is a mess.

I'm getting wheatgrass instead of coffee

and my temp has an earwax fetish
that is frankly disgusting.

- Stuart's back?
- Yeah.

Well, they will find you
an excellent replacement, I am sure.

I don't need a replacement, I need you.

No, you don't.

In fact, you're better off without me.

I don't believe a word
that comes out of Troy Cutler's mouth.

If there is a problem, let me help you.

Dr. Santino, it is true.

I was dishonest.

And I learned a lesson the hard way.

I just wanna move on
and start a new chapter in my life.

It was a real pleasure working for you.

Paloma.

Paloma.

Paloma!

Dr. Santino.

Agent Bennett, FBI.

We have some business to discuss. Get in.

Mint?

No, thanks.

I have an obsession with fresh breath.

I'm obsessed with my right to counsel.

Pretty sure that's firmly established.

We're just talking.

You haven't been charged with anything.
You're free to go at any time.

- Okay.
- But...

I recommend you stay.

If you don't want your records subpoenaed.

I won't reveal the names of clients
or where I got information

because that's privileged,
and I know you know that.

Then that's a problem for me.

Because I'm in the middle
of an investigation

where I keep hitting brick walls.

And you have information
that could be helpful.

I think I've made myself clear
that I got nothing to say

without the presence of an attorney.

So may I go now?

Or do you think you're gonna
wanna audit my income taxes as well?

I was sucker-punched.

- What else did he say?
- He threatened me with subpoenas,

jail time, mints.

Look, you promised me,
you gave me your word.

I wasn't informed about it.

Oh, my God. Every time I get near you,
my whole life explodes.

I tried to keep you out of it, Dani,
or did you forget that part of the story?

- Lay low. I'll handle this.
- No, you won't.

No, no. We're not going by your rules
anymore. All bets are off.

Dani going rogue.
I'm not playing nice anymore.

You and me both.

They're saying
I'll be back in three weeks,

which is enough time
to ease on down the road

and kick Wiz's ass
back to Kansas, Dorothy.

Okay.

Three weeks? That's-- Wow, that's fast.

What exactly is this treatment?

They throw me into the Matrix,
I come out all glowy,

skilled at kung fu and whatnot.

It's cutting-edge. Perfect for me.

- Have you gotten a second opinion?
- Well, this is the second opinion.

A third opinion, then.

Have you done any research
on this treatment process? Is it safe?

Doc, what is with
the Anderson Cooper 360 vibe?

- I thought you'd be happy for me.
- It's just we both know

that when things sound
like they're too good to be true,

they probably are.

Ask the questions you need answered.

I've asked.

Ask again.

King, got me waiting upstairs while
you're here chitchatting with Santino?

I'm just chopping it up
with the good doc here.

You and I need a session
and I hope you used mouthwash

because you're gonna wanna kiss me
after the news I have.

Yeah? What's that?

We got a big fish on the hook.

Beats by Dre.

So Dr. Dre wants me
to do a national ad campaign?

They wanna do a cross promotion
with She-K Lingerie.

That's-- Does he want me to rap too?
Because I got lyrics for days.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Let's save that for 2014.

The heavens are starting
to open up for you, my friend.

This is it. This is your time.

Yeah.

Yeah, you got it. Yeah.

We just need to get you back
out on the field.

Beats by Dre wants 100% TK
selling their product.

C-Mac, about that.

Your V3 clinic,
it's not like an A-Rod situ, right?

Because I would hate to get suspended
for, like, a hundred games.

That's like a career in football.

Maybe I should take my business card
and change it to "Connor Dumbass."

Because I'd be the dumbest of asses
to jeopardize my client's career,

my company, millions of dollars
for banned substances.

I mean, that's what I thought,
but I had to check.

I got it. Look, I'm not a doctor.
I don't claim to be.

All I know is I send broken-down jalopies
to the clinic

and they come back Lamborghinis.

Fast and furious,
that's what I want for you.

- Your 11's in the conference room.
- Thanks. I'll be right there.

Fast and furious, my friend.

That is what we offer.

Up to you, though.

- Good morning, Stuart.
- Good morning, Dr. Santiago.

Your 10:00 is here.

It's Santino,

and I don't have a 10:00.

Then who's that dude?

Hey there. I'm sorry for the confusion.

I'm Dr. Dani Santino.

Hey, what's up? Blake Bridges.

But they call me "The Bronx Blizzard."

That's a lot of B's.

Yeah. Well, you know, my manager says,
"America loves alliteration."

Whatever that means.

But I'm the number-four-ranked
middleweight in the world, baby.

Oh, it's Dani.

Or Dr. Santino.

- So you're a boxer.
- Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm used to having
more information to start with,

but I'm in between assistants right now.

Oh, my God. Okay.

Blake, what seems to be the problem?

I've gone glove-shy.

Glove-shy.

- I've heard of gun-shy.
- Exact same thing,

but without the bullets.
It means I don't like to get hit.

That's part of the job description, no?

Exactly. But you cannot be great
if you worry about being hit.

Man, my trainer says I'd be flinching
like a bitch on a tightrope.

My last three fights,
I lost before I went in the ring.

What brought this on exactly?

I got KTFO'd.

Knocked the F out a couple months ago.

I should have retired after that.
Boxing's all I know, doc.

I got a wife, ex-wife.

I got three kids to feed.

I understand.

I have a big bout coming up
in three weeks, a title shot,

and I need this.

But I'm terrified.

Do you think you can help me out?

Well...

you've certainly come to the right place,
because I do loves me a fight.

I like you.

You want me to wear a wire?

It's 2013, Bruce.
Nobody wears a wire anymore.

This is
an NSA-approved recording device.

You let him tie his own noose
and slip it around his neck.

Hang Connor with his own words, huh?

And once he incriminates himself,
we can horse-trade for V3

in exchange for our silence.
Everybody wins.

You make it sound so easy.

No coup is bloodless.

What about you?

You got any loose ends?

A few. I'll take care of my business
and you take care of yours.

And Connor doesn't suspect a thing?

I've got him right where I want him.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

What did I say?

I said don't bother Dr. Santino.
You don't want me as an enemy.

Mr. Careles,
if you don't want an added charge

of assaulting a federal agent,
I suggest you back down.

Assault? We're just two friends talking
about a little agreement that we had.

- I'm warning you.
- You know everything about me.

What I've done, what I'm capable of.

Think I give a damn about your warnings?

We can't raid the clinic on a hunch.

Get me witnesses
and I don't need Dr. Santino.

You keep raising the bar.
When is it enough?

Get me evidence on the clinic,

enough for my search warrant,

then you're home free.

We'll release you to Dallas
and Mark Cuban.

And Alex?

Yeah. We'll release Alex from ICE.
And you'll be on your way.

- Just get me what I need.
- Fine.

Then I'm out of here.

Enjoy your lunch.

- Ever been knocked out before?
- Not as of yet.

It's like you're standing there, right?

And then suddenly:

A lot of fighters will get up and fight
through that, but me, this last time,

I was down and out.
Took me a couple of months to recover.

It's understandable
that you would be glove-shy after that.

I've been hit thousands of times,
maybe even a million, but...

you see, it only takes one punch
or a good punch

or a lucky punch or even a sucker punch.

It just takes one.

Then you're a dead man.

Right.

Well, being knocked out
is a traumatizing event,

so we need to break down the experience,

normalize it, and remove the fear.

You know, I mean,
how does one remove the fear?

Pick a sparring partner,
somebody with a light touch.

Okay, so you're sure about this?

If I'm gonna let someone hit me,
might as well let it be you.

- So come on, doc. I'm hungry.
- Okay.

The idea is to start
with someone not threatening

to reacquaint you
with the act of taking a punch,

to remind you of a time
when you weren't afraid.

A punch from you ain't the problem, baby.

Dani. So you just tell me
if you become uncomfortable

with any of this or I hurt you.

Okay, come on.

- What are we doing? Is that for babies?
- Oh, okay.

Come on, a bit harder.
Put your back into it. Come on.

Okay, harder.

Harder. Put your-- Yeah.

Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, Ali. Baby, come on.

- Yeah.
- Rope-a-dope.

Ali, I couldn't-- Come on.

Come on, come on.

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no. That was amazing.

You are amazing.

Damn. I don't know, doc.
You're doing something to me!

Your severance payment.

- You mean my hush money?
- That's two years salary.

It should cover all your bases,
all your expenses,

and cover your mouth shut.

It's been a pleasure
working with you, Paloma.

Wish I could say the same.

Hey.

Don't be bitter, kid.

You were fighting
out of your weight class.

The clinic is only
a hundred feet behind us.

We're awfully close.

Well, don't worry.

I got eyes in the front and in the back.

Rearview cam.

Super sweet, dude.

The clinic has a rotating IP address
for security purposes.

Every three minutes, it changes

to block people like us
trying to hack into the system.

Next time it rotates, computer will ding
and I'll have a window to get in and out.

Great.

Damn, that was fast.

I only get three tries
before it triggers an internal alarm.

Damn. Strike two.

Strike three. We're out.

I thought you said you used this program
to hack into NASA and the CIA.

I did. This system
is as high-tech as they come.

Sometimes a high-tech problem
calls for a low-tech solution.

That was so dope.

Well, if by "dope," you mean "good,"
then great.

You are the bomb, baby.

Dr. Santino.

Yeah, that was a pretty quick turnaround.

No.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.
I guess I just misread the signals.

There were no signals.

I don't know what you're up to,
but this session is over.

Afraid? Come on, that's not fair.

No, no, it's fair.
Don't you remember Bali?

- Yeah.
- The roaches?

I had to fight them off
with a tennis racket.

That's because they had jet packs on them.

They were, like, zooming in on us
like dive bombers and--

All right, I concede. I was afraid.

- That was a fun night, wasn't it?
- It was.

Here's to second acts.

Well, not so fast, kemosabe.

If I'm gonna be walking on eggshells
through a minefield,

I want to at least know
where the bombs are buried.

So tell me a secret.

You first.
Tell me what you've been dying to tell me.

The one I know the answer to.

It was you, Abby, wasn't it?

You called the feds on V3.

Okay.

I knew there was something funny
going on with accounting.

With Carl's accounting.

Weird checks
were coming in and out of the V3 charity.

I never said a word,
but I kept it in my back pocket.

And you waited a year or two
after you were gone. Why?

I got tired of you stealing clients
and throwing grenades.

So you launched a missile.

I earned that partnership spot.

You looked right past me,
Connor. I was angry.

I betrayed you, so you betrayed me back.

Yeah.

Well, you know what?
I would have done the same thing.

But...

there's something else
that's bothering you.

What is it?

I was faithful to you.

I could have loved you.

Well, it ain't over yet.

Here's to second chances.

Oh, no, no, no, your turn.

Moment of truth.
I don't want any more secrets between us.

What was really going on with Carl?

Come on,
you're acting like a teenage girl.

- Guess I'm having my first period.
- Oh, no, you could not handle that.

Hey, you start treatment tomorrow,
finally. That's exciting.

Yeah. They keep saying three weeks

and everybody else
keeps saying three months.

There's something sketchy
about V3's math.

Come on, TK, not this again.

Baby, you are like a broken record.

Yeah, it's just maybe
I don't wanna experiment with

experimental.

Dr. Strauss said you might not heal right
if you don't try this.

So are you ready to give up football?

Maybe it's a sign.

You know, Phase 2 of my life.

Terrence Obama.

Well, Dr. Dre doesn't want Sideline TK.

We need you to play
for at least three more years

if we're gonna max out She-K's Q rating.

It is gonna be a lot easier
to pimp out our lingerie from the field

than from obscurity.

You really think TK would be obscure?

What, you really think
you're ready for the sidelines?

Baby, this is your chance.

What about the ring?

You gotta go for it.

Whatever it takes.

S'Nico. You're the last person
I expected to hear from at midnight.

But you know how I love surprises.

Then you are gonna love this.

I need your help.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

No. I heard that.
I got that much. All right.

- Hold on a second. Everything okay?
- No, it isn't.

Vince, let me call you back.
What's going on, Santino?

- You look like you're ready for a brawl.
- You tell me, about Blake Bridges.

The boxer?

- What? What do you wanna know about him?
- He is threatening to blackmail me.

That's it? That's your response?

You sent him to me
and then the kid practically assaulted me.

Just enough to make it look like
I breached my obligations as a therapist.

What are you talking about?
I didn't send Blake Bridges to you.

Seriously?

- Yeah.
- Then who did?

Jasmine, get Troy in here.

Here we are. If you just
get undressed, we can get started.

Moving kind of fast there, speedy.

I'm a pro. You've seen one six-pack,
you've seen them all.

- How about a nine-and-a-half pack?
- I sincerely doubt that.

Yeah. Sorry, I'm nervous.

And when I get nervous,
I tend to make innuendos.

You have nothing to be nervous about.

Dr. Strauss will be right in.

- That's my color.
- You'll be fine, I promise.

Hey, it's Jas.
There's something going down.

Blake Bridges. The guy's a loser.

Why would I send him to Santino?
I haven't talked to him in almost a year.

Well, somebody had to
put Bridges up to this.

Mashing with the client.
Isn't that an ethics violation?

Oh, my God. You are so despicable.
You have had it out for me since day one.

I think you overestimate
your importance, doctor.

For someone so unimportant, you seem
to be paying me a lot of attention.

Somebody is responsible for this

and they're gonna have their asses
handed to them.

In the meantime,
Blake Bridges is no longer a client of V3.

Dani, I need a word
with Troy alone. Thanks.

So I hear you've been meeting
with V3 board members without me. Why?

Just a standard analysis
of last quarter's earnings.

- Without me.
- Yes, there was a scheduling conflict.

Evan Lewis had to be in L.A. all month,
Jeff Williams had another round of chemo,

- I didn't--
- Troy, let's stop playing games, okay?

- You're being paranoid.
- Am I?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

You remember
who taught you everything you know?

I plucked you from obscurity.
You were a pissant junior agent.

I made you from nothing.

How could I forget, Connor?
You'll never let me.

Well, remember this. The person
that bites the hand that feeds them

licks the boot that kicks them.

Mr. King.

- Where is he?
- I'm sorry, Dr. Strauss.

- I don't know where he went.
- Well, find out, India.

Window's closing here, Bruce.
How could you screw this up?

I told you, I had him. Then he took
a phone call and said he had to go.

If Connor goes down,
we get the keys to the kingdom.

If I go down, you get nothing.

You know he's slippery.

- I'll try again.
- Don't try. Just make it happen.

I don't understand how Connor's
managed to keep his hands clean.

He had me. I did everything. I got Carl
to move money around, to make payoffs.

I'm the only one
whose hands are dirty here.

He has fingerprints on none of this.
It's my word against his.

- So you've got nothing on him.
- No.

God.

Loyalty
makes even the smartest people dumb.

Just get him to talk,

otherwise we're toast
and he walks away on a cloud, as always.

And do it right this time.

Paloma?

What are you doing here?

Word travels fast in the assistant circle,
even when you're no longer an assistant.

You're being blackmailed, Dr. Santino,

and I think I know who set you up.

I went through your purse.

I found the thumb drive
that Carl sent you.

I almost gave it to Troy.

Almost.

But you didn't.

All because I wanted to be an agent.

Could I be any more of a pathetic cliché?

Troy used you.

He took advantage
of his power and his position

and you didn't give him the drive

because you are a good person at heart.

You're too forgiving.

Tell my kids
and my ex-husband that, please.

What changed your mind
and made you come forward?

Because I finally have the evidence
to undo the bastard.

You get it?

Hot off the truck.

How long
before you figure out what that stuff is?

Should take about 24 hours to get results.

Look, S'Nico...

I got a friend who works at the clinic.

I just wanna make sure
she doesn't get burned.

I'd tell your friend to get a new job.

Should we leave?

No. No, no, you two stay.
I need witnesses for this.

What's going on?

- Who died?
- You tell us.

Well, this is Paloma's severance payment.

Another one?
Separate from the generous one

that V3 already issued?
Who authorized that?

- Can we talk about this in private?
- Let's talk about it now.

Okay.

So you're trusting a disgruntled assistant
and an ethically-challenged shrink?

Yeah. Just like I trust
the conversation I had with Blake Bridges.

- What conversation?
- The one where he told me

you gave him a severance payment
to get a compromising photo with Dani

- just at the right moment.
- It's a really low blow, Troy,

even for you.

That's insane.
He's been hit in the head too many times.

Jasmine.

- Yes, sir?
- Can you call security

and have them escort Mr. Cutler
out of the building?

You must be high, Connor.

On the contrary, my friend.

I've never been more clear in my life.

You're fired.

Get out.

I'm your partner.

Not anymore.

You'll be hearing from my attorney.

Oh, I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, and the truth
is always dictated by the winner.

And I'm gonna be the last one standing.

Et tu Brute.

So it looks like our journey's
come to an end, Mr. Careles.

Your plane ticket to Dallas...

courtesy of the FBI.

- You're free to go.
- Just like that?

Just like that.

The sealed indictment
will be filed tomorrow.

And Alex is free.

I have to give notice at V3.

At your discretion.

Pleasure was all mine.

Never gets old, does it?

You okay?

Troy tried to take V3
right out from under me.

Went to the board.

Guy tried to sell me out.

Yeah. Betrayal's a bitch.

You know, there's not a lot of people
I trust anymore, but you're one of them.

Thank you, Santino.

And is there anything you want?
Anything I can do to make this up to you?

Actually, there is one thing.

Name it.

I can't believe
you got my job back. Thank you, Dani.

Oh, hey.

Don't thank me yet.
We still have a lot of work to do.

Okay.

Is that earwax?

Yeah, probably.

Okay.

Oh, listen.
If Mr. Careles should call, just--

Never mind. Forget it. It's okay.

Hi.

What a hell of a day.

I can only imagine.

Yeah.

Well, you don't believe in foreplay much.

I do when it's called for,
but this is too good to wait.

Connor.

I wanna know that you want me

and not just because
of what I have on you.

So tell me a secret.

You wanna know a secret?

I'm crazy about you, Abby.

I always have been.

He had me. I did everything. I got Carl
to move money around, to make payoffs.

I'm the only one
whose hands are dirty here.

He has fingerprints on none of this.
It's my word against his.

You're a genius.

Problem with Troy is he thinks
he's the smartest guy in the room.

- That's his first mistake.
- Well, his second was thinking you're not.

You got any ideas
what we could do to celebrate?

I do, but I don't think words
will do it justice.

Why didn't you tell me
about Blake Bridges?

- I had to find this out from Paloma?
- What did Paloma tell you for?

Because she cares about you.
She doesn't like what's going on.

It's because I knew you'd react like this
and try and get in the middle.

I can fight my own battles.

- You need to get out of V3, Dani.
- I don't need to do any such thing.

I'm invested over there
with TK and Paloma and my clients.

Fine. You stay. I'm going.

My job with V3 and the FBI is finished.

Well, wait a minute.

Wha--? You're just gonna walk away?

Yeah.

And so should you.

- This fight is over, Dani.
- Not for me.

And I do not walk away from a fight.
I need to know what happened to Hutch.

We're about to find out what happened.

TK walked out of the clinic with evidence.
I handed it over to the FBI.

Did you talk to TK?

You protected him?

I told you I would.

You need to trust me.

I'm trying.

I have a ticket for Dallas in my pocket.

You can't leave.

Why not?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, let me call you back.
Let me call you back.

Hey.

What's this?

First-class ticket to Aruba.

The nude beach capital.

Get yourself clean, man.
You're a good athlete, all right?

Yeah.

Who gave you that cash?

Troy Cutler.

Right.
If anyone asks, that's who you say, right?

Yeah.

All right.

Thanks, man.