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What now, Dana?

Did you spend time
with Izaiah yet

or are you still
dragging your feet?

Already handled. We've got
a meeting on the books,

so you can stop breathing
down my neck.

On the books?

This isn't some routine
cavity fill, Ted.

Hey, I don't do cavities.

I rebuild faces.

Speaking of which...

The point is that boy
needs to be reminded

that his girlfriend's daddy

has a good standing
in this community,

that he'd be marrying
into a family

with roots and not rumors.

I'm serious, Ted.

Izaiah is smitten
with our daughter.

And he's son-in-law material.

Trust me on this.

Okay, you can save
the stump meeting, Dana.

I've already figured out
a way to connect with him.

One that doesn't
require your input.

Hi. I'm here
for Dr. Ted Richardson.

Should be a reservation
under that name.

I'm sorry, sir,

I don't see a reservation
for Dr. Richardson.

For real?

My uncle didn't
book any tables, man.

He had... Dinner's not
what he had in mind.

Okay.

Uh, what's he got in mind?

Hoops. Yeah, the court's
already been reserved.

Looks like the doc is drafting
himself a squad of ringers.

Mm-hmm. Thank God.

Yeah, I was bracing myself

for some awkward
cross-examination

over an overpriced
watercress salad.

This is way more my speed.

So I take it things are going
well between you and my cousin?

Yeah.
Yeah, they are.

Eva, man, she's...
she's different.

In a good way.

Yeah, but I wasn't
expecting her pops

to hit me with
this random invite.

You know, it kind of
came out of nowhere.

Yeah, that's Uncle Ted.

Hey, he's been trying extra hard

since he found out
Eva's his daughter.

♪ I was a closed door ♪

♪ Nighttime, nobody home... ♪

Look who it is--
Fairmont Crest's

finest bookworm.

Boy, please.
That title expired.

That's too bad.

Because my plan
was to crack open

Carl Ivati's new one
while I eat.

It just dropped online.

Stop playing. Already?

He's cranking 'em out,
fast and furious.

I'm surprised
I have to tell you, though.

You're slipping, Eva.

Wow.

So, one week off book talk

and suddenly I'm irrelevant?

Hey, I don't make the rules.

I've had a lot
on my mind lately, okay?

But listen, if you can
put your literary flex

on pause for just a minute...

...there's something serious
I need to talk to you about.

Got some scheduling notes
for you. I'll be out

the rest of the week with that
family thing I told you about.

I remember.
I'm not trying to blow you off,

but I really got to get going.

I got a court reserved
at the country club.

Then I will send you the info.

Or... you could ride with me.

We could knock out
the schedule on the way.

Are you really volunteering
to get embarrassed today?

All right, all right, well,
procedures are done for the day.

Which leaves me plenty of time
to kick your ass

-and reclaim my crown.
-Mm.

Only crown
you ever wore was, uh,

king of airballs.

Mm, look who is talking,
Dr. Deadweight.

By the time you get to the rim,

AARP will have
mailed your invite.

Mm.

Why don't you put your money
where your mouth is?

You mean your money?

What you got in mind?

-Loser buys lunch for a week.
-Okay.

Well, I hope your wallet has
more stamina than your legs,

'cause it's going to get cooked
even worse than you are.

Yeah, we'll see.

So, how's Kat's
condo hunting going?

You raised a sweet girl
with exquisite taste.

Aw, thank you.

And impossibly high standards.

Never mind.

We might as well
be shopping on the Moon.

That bad?

Try impossible.

I've shown her half the city.

Penthouses with rooftop pool,
skyline views,

ceilings high enough
to host Cirque du Soleil,

even wine cellars bigger than
most people's apartments,

and still nothing sparks joy.

What I find strange is that
she's even looking at all.

On Valentine's Day,
she was busy texting Tomas

and they set up
a late-night date, but not once

did she mention cohabitating.

Now she's ready to play house?

Well, far as I know, she's not
planning to move in with him.

She's been eyeing places
for herself, as in solo.

I thought she loved
living with Chelsea.

Seems like
that honeymoon's over.

Well, look at God.

My lucky day.

Just the person I wanted to see.

Dinner's here.

And don't pass out, but...

it's on yours truly.

Hayley, using that black card
that I gave you

and paying out
of your own pocket

are two entirely
different things.

I know that, Mr. Funny Guy.

I paid for that
with my own hard-earned money.

My blackjack winnings!

Okay, well, in that case,
I won't argue.

And see, I knew the casino
would be the perfect

anniversary surprise,
but what I didn't know

is that my wife
is a secret card shark.

I mean, what can I say?

Maybe it's beginner's luck,
or...

maybe I'm just that good.

Good looking, that is.

Either way, this is my way
of thanking you

for planning such an amazing,

-perfect getaway.
-Well...

You know, in all honesty...

we shouldn't need
an anniversary, you know?

We should celebrate
what we have every day.

You know,
I lost focus for a while.

You know, got caught up
in the... the work,

the clients, the...
all the cases.

But moving forward,
I'm gonna do better.

Babe, you're being
too hard on yourself.

You're an amazing husband.

Yeah, but

I don't just want to be
the husband you deserve.

You know?

I want to be the man that
I should have been all along.

You know, one who's,
you know, never too busy,

never too distracted,
you know, always present.

Which is why I'm wondering,
um...

You think you're ready to start
trying for a baby again?

If I never see you again,

it'll be too damn soon.

Why can't you just
crawl back into the gutter

that you oozed out of

and leave me the hell alone?

I wasn't talking to you,
naughty Nikki,

or to your boring-ass alter ego

Dr. Nicole Dupree,

with her PhD in pretension.

I was speaking with

Joey Armstrong's mouthpiece
over here.

I'm no one's mouthpiece.

Joey may be an investor
in your clinic,

but he's my partner,

in every sense of the word.

So, I suggest you tread lightly

and refrain from calling me
anything outside my name.

Okay, I see you.

Blondie's got some bite.

Oh, pardon moi.

Ms. Vanessa McBride.

Wow. Go off, girl.

Can you just get to the point

so we both can be free of you?

I am requiring the assistance
of Vanessa

for the next phase
of my project.

Your project?
I thought this was your baby.

Oh, it is. And even babies

need a godmother

who is exceptionally
well-connected.

I'm preparing to announce

the official opening date
of the clinic,

And I need
every major news outlet

in the DMV lined up.

Hell, honey, I'll even
take a Real Housewife or two.

The more the merrier.

I mean, it is my grand debut.

So, can I count on you to...

...tap into your network?

Absolutely...

not.

The day I hand you
the microphone

is the day hell freezes over.

There's no way I'm allowing
you anywhere near the press.

My dad set up a meeting
with Izaiah today.

Oh.

And that's supposed
to be a problem?

My stepdad Alan
never vetted my boyfriends.

He didn't even care enough
to ask questions

about me or my life, but...

Ted's a different story.

He's making up for lost time,
and I just don't know

how far he'll take it.

Eva, your dad just wants
to look out for you.

And that's sweet, in theory.

Look, you're the guy
dating his other daughter,

so be straight with me.

What should I or Izaiah expect?

We did have
a couple of conversations.

A friendly couple?

If by "friendly,"
you mean "terrifying."

First, all the men
in the family ambushed me

at Chelsea's fashion show.

Oh, God.

And later,

I had a one-on-one with Ted.

And honestly, it was

one of the most uncomfortable
conversations of my life.

I knew it.

What did he say?

He called me out.

About... sleeping with you.

Eva's relationship with Ted
is everything to her.

I just wish
the rest of the folks here

showed her the same respect.

Yeah, most do.

All things considered,
of course.

Now, if Nicole wanted
to have a grudge against her,

then she'd have every right to.

But the only real holdup
is my cousin Kat.

-And that's just Kat.
-Yeah.

I mean, even she catches heat
because of her mom,

but they're nothing alike.

-Yeah. Yeah, I'll give you that.
-Now, don't get me wrong,

I'm not saying she's a saint.

She's the first to admit
she messed up, but she owns it.

Yeah.

You know, she's lucky to have
someone like you in her corner.

It's like she has
her own personal hype man.

Nah.
Nah, I'm the one who's lucky.

Yeah, okay.

Well, we'll see if you
feel like you're still

just as much of a team player
when we hit that court.

Yeah. Yeah, about that--
I, uh...

Not exactly dressed to
be dropping buckets right now.

Yeah, Uncle Ted should have
given you a heads-up.

But the good news is this place
has a pro shop.

-Of course it does.
-Yeah.

Come on, bro,
let's get you laced up proper.

All right.

I am talking steak houses
and fine dining.

No hospital cafeterias,
food courts or buffets.

Oh, I agree.
We're talking appetizers,

top-shelf drinks
and desserts included.

I'm gonna be
eating like royalty.

Please,
with those glass ankles?

Let's settle this with
a professional opinion, hmm?

Dr. Rollins.

Uh, ankle sprains in basketball

come from rugged play, right?

All the greats deal with it.

-Did-did you just say "greats"?
-Well...

Please tell me
you didn't put yourself

in the same sentence
as Steph Curry and Jason Tatum.

All right, school him, Doc.

Tell him pros
don't roll their ankles

in silly pickup games.

You guys hoop?

Uh, used to.

Yeah, our monthly
all-doctor league

got so competitive you'd think
it was the Final Four.

Well, if you start back up,
let me know.

-I'd be down.
-Oh.

Are you any good?

I played high school ball,

made it to the state
championship game.

But did you win?

Tell me, how many
state championship games

did you play in?

Uh, uh...

that-that'd be none.

Well, we're leaving
for the club right now.

So, if you're not afraid
to get embarrassed, lace up.

Correction.

You're gonna be the one
who's embarrassed.

I'll see you there.

Really, Carlton?

Let's not forget
who first gave Joey this idea.

By all rights, my name
should be splashed across

the front of that building

in big, block letters.

But Joey

put the kibosh on that.

Rightfully so.

Whatever he says, I am still

the face of that clinic,
period.

Oh. So this is like
performative philanthropy?

You know, when those, uh,
movie stars get caught

cheating on their wives
and then end up

ladling at soup kitchens
with cameras?

Have you ever seen
anything sadder?

I'm assuming that's rhetorical.

Who better to do
a performance lecture

than a Dupree?

You know,
your whole damn family

could teach a master class
on that.

Careful, Leslie.

Nikki came out
last time you goaded me

to put my hands on you.

You do remember
how that ended, didn't you?

Leslie...

if you want my help,
you need to leave.

Now.

Well, since I got
what I came here for...

Ta-ta, ladies.

So much fun.

God, I despise that woman.

Let me get this straight.

My dad actually grilled you

about the little hiccup we had?

Gosh, that's mortifying.

Look, when he
came at me about it,

I wanted to crawl under a rock.

Yeah, it wasn't a picnic
on my end, either.

For a minute,
I thought he might bludgeon me

with his racket
right then and there.

He threatened you?

Not outright, just implied.

Made it very clear
that if I ever hurt

either of his daughters again,

we'd have a problem.

So he was actually worried
about me and not just Kat?

That feels good to hear.

But now I'm nervous
about Izaiah.

You shouldn't be.

He seems like a stand-up guy.

Well, he is.

Which is why I don't want
my dad to scare him off.

All right, gentlemen.

Carlton and I are captains.

Stakes are simple:
week's worth of lunches.

Pressure is on.

Say less.

I'm running up that scoreboard.

Gonna make this
easy for you, Doc.

No, no, see,
that's the energy I like.

You with me.

Uh, did I mention, uh,
I get the first pick?

Well, that's fine.
Just means I need

a youngster on my team
to make it even,

-and I'm going with Andre.
-Mm-hmm.

Let's go, baby.

And just 'cause we share
the same DNA doesn't mean

that I'm gonna pull punches.

Family don't mean
a damn thing on the court.

Okay, well, in that case,
I'll take Kial.

Man says he's
championship material.

Let's see if he
lives up to the hype.

See if he can cash those checks

he's been writing
with his mouth.

Oh, I'm going to cash 'em.

-Don't worry about that.
-Oh!

Whoa, like three on two?
How's that fair, Unc?

Yeah, I-I'm not
your unc anymore.

- That's a you problem.
- That's all right.

There's always hungry guys
around the court.

Let's recruit.

Let's go.

Got more than bragging rights
riding on this game.

Don't let me down.

Yes. I will have the new brief
drafted tomorrow, okay?

Yeah, you're welcome. Bye.

Goodness.

Sorry about that.

You know, some clients
can be so needy.

No, it's-it's fine.

Gave me a chance
to gather my thoughts.

Bill, I didn't know you were

ready to try for another child.

We talked about it, Hayley.

You coming off birth control
after the holidays?

Yeah, that was
before the attack.

I'm just coming back from it.

I know. Okay.
But I'm-I'm not

asking you to walk out of here
pregnant today.

I wouldn't mind
a little practice, though.

Okay, all jokes aside,

we just moved
back into the house.

I want us to feel normal again

before adding a child, and...

...after the miscarriage.

I just want everything
to be right.

Yeah. Well, so do I.

Okay, then why rush
and cut corners?

I need to get the green light
from my doctor that...

that there are
no hidden side effects.

Yeah, that's probably wise.

Yeah, and you should
get checked, too.

Those blood test results
that you got

were a little wonky.

I need to make sure
your fertility wasn't impacted.

Yeah, I feel fine,
you know, strong as ever.

Well, I... You know,
I suppose it couldn't hurt.

So, if we both get
the all-clear, you'll be ready?

Of course.

I mean, what better way
to celebrate our love than,

you know, creating a child

that's the perfect blend
of us both, hmm?

For over a year, that woman

has been wreaking havoc

on everyone I care about.

And what's her punishment?

An inheritance.
From my mother, no less.

And now she has you
polishing her halo

with this so-called clinic.

That wasn't my idea.

And I only agreed because it
felt like a way to honor Doug.

I am not taking this out on you.

It is just so damn unfair.

She walks around here
like she's bulletproof.

Her luck won't last forever.

But every second you spend
obsessing over her

is a victory for Leslie.

I can't seem to get my mind on
anything else

when the pungent odor
of her narcissism

is clinging to the air
like poison.

Then let's clear the air
with a fresh subject.

Like...

your newly exciting love life.

-Vanessa...
-Stop dragging your heels.

You already said yes to
a double date with Joey and me.

It's time to lock it in.

- You have a lot of faith.
- That is a hard path for me.

Like, totally overgrown.

Don't you have somewhere to be?

- Mama, don't be rude.
- It's fine.

I should be getting
back to work anyway.

Ladies.

Bye-bye.
Thanks for keeping my seat warm

and the air
with your hot breath.

What is wrong with you?

Why would you
chase him away like that?

Why would you want to have
anything to do with a man

who chose your spoiled brat
of a sister

over you is beyond me.

Because I'm an adult
and I know how to be mature.

Maybe you should try it.

Yeah, well,

maybe you should
think about optics.

You should be a little concerned
about that,

because imagine if Izaiah came
walking through that door

and saw you two with your
big ol' heads stuck together.

My man don't spook easy.

And besides,
that's not even a possibility,

because today
he's spending time with my dad.

Thanks to me.

What does that mean?

Oh, my gosh, Mama,
what did you do?

Hee, hee.

-You thinking what I'm thinking?
-An infinity pool

so we can still swim
when it's high tide?

Or...

my beautiful wife
stretched out on the sand,

glowing, with her belly
catching the sunlight.

Oh. That's some
imagination you have.

No, no, it's not imagination,
it's vision.

You deserve
a pregnancy in paradise.

And when our little
bundle of joy does arrive,

he or she can be an island baby.

-Hmm.
-You know?

Falling asleep
to reggae lullabies,

waking up to the crashing waves.

Mm.
Well, that does sound nice.

You know, maybe

I can be an island baby
myself and just...

stay there forever.

Mm. Well, as long as
I'm there with you.

Oh, sorry.
Uh, Caroline said

I could come in
to discuss something with you.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Honey,
you mind giving us a minute?

Of course.

Unless this has something
to do with Lynette's case.

For the record,
I was hungover when I agreed

to this little double date
scheme of yours.

So you're claiming
it's not binding?

-I'm just saying...
-Nice try.

If you were drunk, I'd let you
plead temporary insanity,

but a hangover is peak clarity.

You knew what you were
signing up for.

Vanessa, I am not comfortable

spending an evening with Joey,
and I sure as hell

don't want to put some poor man
through that circus.

Everyone enjoys a walk
on the wild side now and then.

You would know.

So believe me when I tell you
it's not the end of the world.

At worst, it's
a killer cocktail party story.

Emphasis on the "killer."

Rumors and speculation,
none of it proven.

If you just show up,
you'd see that for yourself.

You're not gonna
let me out of this, are you?

You need this distraction.

Oh, is that what
we're calling it now?

Oh, fine.

Let me call Carlton
and see if he's available.

Man, I thought this was
gonna be a friendly game.

Right. Yeah, at least
they don't need trainers.

Docs just can
treat their own injuries.

Who's injured? I'm just
icing my wrist in prep for

all these lunches
I have to collect.

More like a strain
playing Hack-a-Shaq

every time
somebody touched the ball.

My last three was money
till somebody decided

to throw their entire body at me

and then had the nerve
to say it wasn't a foul.

If you consider that
playing hard,

then maybe your high school
squad was playing hopscotch.

Mm. I guess we found out that
white men really can't jump.

Okay, easy, guys, easy.

Are you sure you don't need
an ice pack for that hammy?

Ah, more like a strain.

I should have let the ball go
out of bounds

instead of diving for it.

Mm-hmm. I appreciate
the hustle, though.

That was a good game, though.

- Yeah.
- And thank you for the invite.

Oh, wait, you're not, uh...

you're not leaving, are you?
Huh?

Why don't you, uh,
you and me, uh,

grab a beer, huh?
Just you and me.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll see you there.

Hey, man, it looks like
you're chopping it up with Ted

after all.

Good luck.

Mama, my love life
isn't a game.

I beg to differ.

It's called the game of life,

which you and I have been
excelling at recently.

You know damn well what I mean.

Relax.

I told Ted to step it up

and meet your man.

That's what daddies do.

No, that's what you do.

Meddle and stir the pot
until it boils over.

Well, it was beneficial for you.

Okay, and what about Izaiah?

What if Dad
comes at him sideways?

It could make him
feel some type of way

and mess up everything.

Funny.

You spent years whining
about not having

a father in your life,

and finally, you get one.

And here you are, upset.

Because if they don't vibe

it's me and Izaiah
who pay the price.

And if they do,

then it just speeds things up.

Speeds what up?

Spring is too soon,

summer hot and humid.

Oh, but autumn... Mmm.

Baby girl.

The weather is just perfect.

Perfect for...

Oh! I can't believe you.
You are still out here

plotting my wedding?

I do have an update
on Lynette Wise's case,

and maybe it's best
for Mrs. Hamilton to stay,

since you've been
so close to her.

Of course.
I-I care about Lynette.

She was there for me
when I was attacked.

Okay, don't leave us hanging.
What's the update?

Well, Lynette made it clear that

she wants me
to get the charges dropped.

Every client wishes that
we could wave a magic wand

and make their problems
disappear,

but reality doesn't
work like that.

Yeah? Well, people don't come
to my firm for reality.

They come because we're known
to make miracles happen.

Right. Which is why
I couldn't ignore her request.

So I went back over everything,

dug deeper than before,

looking for leverage,
loopholes--

anything that could
turn the tide in our favor.

And?

What I uncovered surprised me.

Now I'm starting
to see it real clear, Carlton.

You're not as laid back
as folks think you are.

Soon as the game
wasn't going your way,

you take cheap shots,

start playing dirty.

You know, I can see you, too.

Strutting around here
like you're the second coming.

But let's get real.

You're only legendary
in your own head.

It won't be too long
before other folks peep that.

Other folks or
one woman in particular?

All right, come on guys.
Y'all really gonna let

a pickup game turn into
World War III?

You both need to chill.

Oh. Nicole.

Carlton, I was hoping

you were free for dinner
this week.

Uh, regretfully, I'm not.
I'll be out of town.

That is twice
that you have turned me down.

One more time,

I'll have to think that
you're playing hard to get.

I wouldn't do that.

Not to you.

I've got my niece's birthday,
remember?

Oh, right.
That destination celebration.

I forgot.

Well, I hope
you have a great trip.

Thanks. Bye.

Hey, hold up.

Nicole just asked you out?

All I can say is...

all is fair
in love and basketball.

Thank you.

Of course I'm talking about
a wedding, sweetie.

Come on, we need
to get that country club

on the books now if we want
that prime date for the fall.

Okay, let's be clear.

If I ever decide
to get married,

I pick when and where, not you.

I did not drop all that money
on that membership

just to have my daughter
rush off to some courthouse

to be like some common folk.

Izaiah and I aren't
rushing into anything,

especially anytime soon.

But why wait, baby?

I mean, you two are perfect
for each other.

And time don't do nothing
but rob you of your years.

We like our independence,

having places of our own,
our own lives.

Yeah, well, you know,
independence is overrated.

And since you have
your own place,

thanks to me, then...

why not

let Izaiah move in?

I mean, he would
save some money.

-We don't need vows for that.
-Hmm.

Yeah, but maybe you need it
for things like

tax breaks,
health insurance, security.

The real perks come when you--
clink, clink--

lock it down, boo.

Okay, why are we even on this?

You're pushing this
wedding agenda so hard

that I'm starting to think
that it's not even about me.

Well, that is ridiculous.
Who else would it be about?

You.

This feels awkward.

I'm glad you said it first.

Trust me.
I was in your shoes yesterday,

sitting across from
the woman in my life's family,

getting interrogated
like it was NCIS.

-Damn.
-Yeah.

So I'll spare you
the small talk.

What are your intentions
with my daughter?

Simple, sir.

My only goal
is keeping Eva happy.

How, exactly?

By showing up,

taking her out
and showing her she matters.

Really listening
when the weight's on her.

Respecting her
for the woman she is and

making sure
she never doubts her worth.

Hmm.

That's a-- that's a...

that's a good answer.

It's the truth.

Eva hasn't had it easy.
I'm sure she's told you

what it was like for her
growing up.

Yeah. I can't imagine
going through

half of what she went through.

Neither can I.

Eva's mother is, uh,

the reason the phrase, uh,
"brace yourself" exists.

But in spite of all that, Eva--

she didn't just survive.
She came out stronger, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, she's special.

Realest thing
I ever had in my life.

That's why I don't plan on being
the fool who let that slip away.

Hmm. Good.

'Cause the last thing
I want to see is her...

getting hurt again.

Same.

All right, that's good, but...

I guess you can understand
why, uh, I'd be concerned

about her dating someone

with your history.

I've been digging into Lynette,
and it's not what I found

that bothers me,
it's what I didn't.

Go on.

Other than her birth certificate

and a couple of tax forms
that she had

from when she worked
at that bank,

she barely exists.

No paper trail,
minimal social media.

It's like she dropped
out of the sky

the day she walked
into our office.

That's odd.

No, no, that's smart.

Hey, I've seen prosecutors
weaponize a tweet,

a Facebook memory,
even a damn Yelp review.

A client with any good sense
scrubs their life clean

before it could be
used against them.

So it doesn't bother you
that she's a ghost?

Man, half the people that
pay our retainers are ghosts.

I mean, are they guilty
of every charge?

No. Innocent?
Not by a long shot.

And it's not our job to judge.

It's just our job
to keep them out of prison.

That is exactly why knowing
more about Lynette matters.

And since she's kept me
at arm's length,

I was thinking
maybe she's confided in you.

Why would you think that?

I didn't mean any disrespect.

I just thought, since
you two have bonded now...

Okay, we're not girlfriends
who brunch together.

We just talked about the attack.
That's it.

If she ever does open up to you,
I hope I can count on

the boss's wife
to share what she's learned.

You know what's wild?

I was ready to run
interference for Izaiah

in case Uncle Ted was
pressing him too hard.

Turns out the ones needing
a referee were you and Kial.

Look, that was just two men
talking a little smack.

Nothing serious.

We both know that you scrapping
wasn't over just the game.

Andre, don't make this
more than it is.

I'm just calling it
for what it is.

And Aunt Nicole isn't here
for all of that macho posturing.

You keep it up,

her choice isn't gonna
be you or Kial.

She'll be moving on.

Since Carlton isn't available,
looks like we are gonna

have to put our little
double date experiment on hold.

-Mm, what a shame.
-Uh-huh.

The disappointment is just
pouring out of you.

I am devastated.

You do have at least
one other viable option.

Oh, if you are talking
about Kial...

Well, speak of the devil.

Hello, Dr. Rollins.

Hi, Vanessa. I was wondering
if you could help me out.

I know the lasting impression
you got of me

was that blowup
at Naomi and Jacob's wedding.

Not my proudest moment.

But that's not me anymore.

Look, I spent all those years
out of state

working on myself,
becoming a better man.

Look, as a man walking down
his own road

back from mistakes, yeah,

I believe people can change,
you know?

Right, and I'd never hurt Eva.

Yeah, we took a little minute
to lock in, but now we're solid.

And I'm not here to play games.

I'm glad to hear it.
And so was Eva's mother.

She's already out here calling
you her future son-in-law.

Man, me and Eva been solid
for what, like a few weeks?

Mm-hmm.

Leslie,
she's-she's joking about that.

Afraid not.

She doesn't joke
about something she wants.

She'll move heaven, hell and
half the DMV to make it happen.

Baby, of course there's
something in it for me, okay?

Every mother dreams
of her daughter just

being as beautiful as ever

in this long,
white, couture gown--

preferably mermaid style
with a train--

and walking down the aisle
to her happily ever after.

So you'll be just as thrilled if

that happily ever after was with
someone else instead of Izaiah?

Why on God's green earth

would you want to be
with another man?

Izaiah is fo-ine.

He is handsome, he's tall,

he ain't got
no baby mama drama, huh?

And he comes
from the Hawthorns,

a family that's well respected,

and that is better
than a come-up, baby--

that is a whole windfall.

Mm.

Every Hawthorne man except
Izaiah happens to be a cop.

Convenient, right?

In case certain receipts
ever surface

about your extracurriculars.

I don't know
what you're implying.

Cat's been making noise
again about

you skating on attempted murder.

Laura's case is still open.

Don't tell me
you're not banking on Elon

burying anything
that stains the family name.

Hmm.

Never thought about it,
but I suppose

-that could be a nice perk.
-Mm.

Which... would mean
that it'd be beneficial

for Izaiah to hurry up
and put a ring on it.

Except your plan won't work

because Izaiah and
his daddy barely speak.

Yeah, well, weddings have a way
of making families reconcile.

Now all you got to do
is just nudge that boy

in the right direction.

What I gotta do
is protect my relationship.

If you keep this up,
you're going to push him away.

And if that happens,
I will never forgive you.

Remember, Mama,

you taught me
everything I know about revenge.

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