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Everything's gonna blow up now
that I know you're undercover.

Don't ever let me
hear you say that again.

I'm not undercover. You got it?

Andre here
was just sweating it up

with your multiple,
multiple lovers.

Uncle Ted got
a couple of us together

to hit the b-ball court.

And then they hit each other.

So?

I have become the woman

who kisses and tells,
and I love it.

What's the big news?

I'm moving in with the grands.

Hey, Mom, quick question.

How long have you been screwing
Joey Armstrong?

-Hi.
-Hi.

I thought your mom and Kat
would have been here by now.

Well, Mom got one of those "drop
everything and fix it" texts,

and you know Kat.

Running on her own clock.

If she could have rescheduled
her own birth,

-she would have found a way.
-[chuckles]

Okay, well,
we don't need them to get

our wedding brainstorming
started.

Tell me, what brilliant ideas
have you been cooking up?

Well, nothing concrete.

I've just been remembering
Naomi and Jacob's wedding.

Your family really knows
how to throw an event.

Oh, baby, it was transcendent.

Naomi looked like she stepped
right out of a fairy tale,

and it looked like she floated

down the aisle
instead of walked.

[chuckles] Well, it sounds
like they set a high bar.

Yeah, their love story
is definitely one for the books.

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

Did you forget your key?

Mom, what are you doing here?

Elon called me.

He called you?

Uh, how-how did he even know
where I was?

Jacob was able
to tell him before.

Before what?

Mom, you're-you're scaring me.

Sweetheart,
you need to sit down.

No, no, no, just,
just tell me what happened.

Where is he?

[crying]:
I'm so sorry, baby.

Jacob's gone.

G-Gone? I-I don't understand.

He was killed
in the line of duty.

What?

No.

[crying]:
No.

[sobbing]:
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[knock at door]

Morning, Doctor.

Don't you mean "bonjour"?

-Touché.
-[laughs]

I know how intoxicating
the islands

of the French Caribbean can be.

I was definitely worried
that you thought

that they were too good
to leave behind.

No doubt it was tempting,
but there was one problem.

What was that?

My niece had us doing
viral dances for her birthday.

[laughs]

I have seen you move.

I am betting you held your own.

Apparently, I slayed something
called the Apple?

-Don't ask me how.
-[laughing]

Merci.

Sounds like it was
a great getaway nonetheless.

It was.

Until I got homesick.

In the middle of paradise?

Any particular reason?

Honestly... you.

I'm not talking about having
just any wedding here, Bijou.

I am envisioning something
so legendary

that the Smithsonian will be
begging for the memorabilia.

And I'm gonna charge them
a pretty penny, too.

You know, my event will put
this old stuffy country club

on the map in a way
so that those Duprees,

with all their little tired
money and even tireder taste,

never could.

Well, will your fiancé
be joining us today

for the planning?

Oh, my, uh...
[chuckles]

my D.C. Metro Police boo.

Yeah, well, he didn't
exactly pop the question.

Tiny complication.

His divorce
hasn't been finalized, so...

You know how
those legal proceedings

-can just drag on.
-So you're here on behalf of...?

Oh, my daughter, my Eva,

and, hunty, she has bagged her
a hot one, hon.

My future son-in-law
is fine as the day is long.

Yes, and I'm gonna have me
some pretty little grandbabies.

[giggles]

[squeals]

Damn, Gina, why you

out here serving body like
it's an all-you-can-eat buffet,

and I've been starving
for weeks?

Well, maybe we should start
with an appetizer, then.

Boy, I'm gonna need
another shower--

a cold one, maybe two.

Maybe I should join you.

Mmm...

Okay, as much as every cell
in my body is screaming yes,

I really got to get to work.

Your dad seems mad cool.

You know, maybe he won't trip
over you showing up

a little
or more than a little late.

My dad will definitely trip.

-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.

Unless you want to be
the one to call

and explain how
I can't make it to work

because my gorgeous-as-hell
horny boyfriend is...

-[sighs]
-[laughs]

I'll hit him up after.
Okay?

It's better to ask forgiveness
than permission, right?

You don't need my permission
for anything.

Say less.

Please just tell me
everything that Elon said.

Jacob's cover was blown.

There was a drive-by
at Orphey Gene's.

He was gunned down, baby.

Oh, my God.

No.

This can't be real.

He was just here holding me.

We were talking
about vacations we would take

when the case is over.

And how we'd spend
the rest of our lives together.

He even wrote me this note.

"Love you always. Jacob."

See, Mom, he promised me
forever, he promised me.

I know, baby.

I know.

What am I gonna do?

How am I gonna live in a world
where Jacob doesn't exist?

He wasn't just my husband,
he was...

...my safe place.

A man that knew me
like no one else... did.

I know it's hard.

But you need to lie down.

It's important
you take care of yourself.

No.

No, I can't, I can't,

'cause if I close my eyes
and I wake up,

he's just gonna be gone
all over again.

You-You're not alone, honey.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be right here.

Rest, baby.

[gasps]

Jacob?

JACOB:
Baby, I'm right here.

Oh, my God, Jacob.

I just had the most horrible
nightmare, and it felt so real.

I thought I lost you.

I'm so sorry
for putting you through this.

I'm just glad you're here.

[laughter]

Sorry to be late, my loves.

I have a huge shoot coming up,

and I have to nail down
some last-minute details.

KAT:
You'll get no apologies from me.

ChelseaKat duty called.

-Oh, do I need to...?
-It's handled,

and we're off the clock.

Besides, we want to give
our full attention

to planning your day of love.

Naomi's not joining us?

Oh, she called last night,
said that something came up

that she doesn't want
to get into.

Okay, well, we can accomplish
what we need to

with the present company.

Yeah, we'll fill her in later.

Okay, so, uh, we are starting
with the venue.

Something about
a rooftop terrace.

Well, actually,
that fell through,

which might be
a good thing since...

Chelsea and I were debating

the themes of bohemian
versus traditional.

Oh, I love a good boho vibe.

-You do?
-Yeah.

On Instagram, not in real life.

Rugs outside
with bugs and grass stains?

Cushions instead of chairs?

Half the guest list
has bad knees, Chels.

CHELSEA:
Oh, yeah, you're right.

Ah, looks like your mom has
a different thought brewing.

What if you could have both?

What if you didn't have
to choose?

Ooh, Lord have mercy,
that room was so tiny.

It was like standing
in a shoebox with chandeliers.

All right, my baby--
she deserves

the wedding of the century,
all right?

Not some sweet 16 crammed in
the back of a community center.

Well, this country club
is such a...

This little country club
ain't cutting it, all right?

Listen, we need bigger.

We need grandeur, Bijou.

Okay?
I'm talking something

that when the guests walk
through the door,

they'll just stop breathing.

Yes.

Oh, and marble floors
and vaulted ceiling

and-- ooh--
an organ that is so powerful

that it'll rattle
the bones of the ancestors.

That's quite lofty,
but I'll explore availability.

Mm, now you're speaking
my language, girl.

Rock with me.
[laughs]

Stop.
All right, listen,

I'm gonna go stretch my legs,
charge my phone.

Excuse me.

[laughter]

I was hoping I could

steal you away
for dinner this week.

Well, that would be
a refreshing change of pace,

considering that you have
turned me down twice already.

I'm trying to make it up to you.

Tell me that you're free,
and I swear nothing

short of a hospital fire
will keep me away.

Well, my schedule is
surprisingly light for once.

Uh, that is, as long
as you don't mind a crowd.

Please tell me
you don't mean Kial.

Vanessa and Joey--
the double date.

Oh, if you're a part
of that crowd, count me in.

That easy?

No sudden appendicitis

or a last-minute golf trip
to Pebble Beach?

Now, don't get me wrong,

sitting across
from Joey Armstrong

for an evening
isn't exactly on my bucket list,

but if breaking bread with him

means I get a few hours
with you,

I'd do it a hundred times over.

-That is...
-Reckless?

[both laugh]

I was going to say brave.

Well, you may think differently
after you hear my request.

How about we not pick a place
that serves cannoli?

"Leave the gun,
take the cannoli"?

-You get the reference.
-The Godfathertrilogy?

It's one of my father's faves,
not that he would ever admit it.

Then it's a date.

You, me, Vanessa,
and the DMV's own Don Corleone.

I do have a request of my own.

Sure.

Can we not play gangster
around Joey?

He's got a lot of ears
on his payroll.

You never know who's listening.

I don't understand
why you two are going

back and forth about this.

We planned Chelsea's entire
wedding when we were seven.

I need to hear this.

Purple ponies, candy ring
favors, tissue paper bouquets.

I mean, it was giving iconic.

-[Dani laughs]
-Well, hey, I'm not opposed

to purple ponies.

Well, what do you know?

My bestie's fiancée
has better sense than my bestie.

Ah, delusions aside,

can we please get back
to my mom's solution?

Yes, so, years ago
I did this bridal shoot.

Quaint chapel in Virginia,

classic stone and wood, light
flowing in from the windows.

It was earthy and natural,
like you're craving, Chelsea,

but also wrapped in traditional
beauty for you, Madison.

MADISON:
Oh, the best of both worlds.

I like that.

Well, assuming
it's still standing.

No offense, Mom,
but it's been more than a minute

since your modeling days.

It hasn't been
that many minutes, Chelsea.

What's the chapel called?

Oh, oh, a woman's name
and a creek.

Oh, yes,
there's an actual creek.

So, last shot of the day,

I was barefoot
in this incredible Dior gown.

There I am,
wading through the water,

and the designer nearly fainted.

Mom, focus.

Maggie Creek Chapel.
I knew it would come to me.

Oh, would you look at that?

It's still there
and still gorgeous.

Just like me.

Oh, wow,
the website is slick, too.

Ooh, and look
at that drone footage.

Well, it seems perfect.

KAT:
Okay, logistics.

Do we have a date?

We wanted to wait until after
Madison finishes her fellowship.

It's a 12-month program,
so March 2027-ish?

Trees need to be greener.

-April or May feels right.
-[cell phone chimes]

Sorry, I got a morning consult
I can't miss.

Pick a date and text me?

Leaning toward May.

On it.
I'll check our calendars.

Okay.

And seriously,
thank you so much.

I'm loving everything
we've come up with so far.

See you, sweetheart.

-See you.
-Bye, Madison.

Send this text to Bijou.

Forget all the other venues.

Book Maggie Creek Chapel
in Virginia, and do it fast.

Yeah, Dr. Richardson,
I appreciate you calling.

Okay, I'll let her know.

Ha ha, real funny, babe.

Wasn't a joke.

That was your dad.

Stop playing.

See for yourself.

And you answered?

What the hell, Izaiah?

I figured he was calling
to check in.

Didn't want him to worry.

Well, what did you tell him?

That his precious daughter
was completely exhausted

from the workout
I put her through

and needed
a few hours to recover

after the way I put it down.

Okay, see,
now I know you're full of it,

especially since
you left out the part

that I put it down just as good,
if not better.

Okay, all right.
[chuckles]

No, I told him
you weren't feeling well,

and he said, and I quote,

you should stay home
and take care of yourself,

to which I agree.

Well, I can't stay home.

We've got contracts
that need signatures today.

Yeah, they'll have to wait.

Your doctor dad ordered
bed rest,

and I intend to enforce it.

Except we both know
there won't be much resting.

No, but there will be
plenty of TLC.

Mm.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
One hour.

Or however long it takes
to make you beg me not to stop.

Mmm. Well, we'll see who begs.

[kissing]

KAT:
Now that we've picked a date,

I'm telling you,
yellow, hot pink, tangerine--

they'll pop against all
of that natural greenery.

Yellow, hot pink, tangerine.

Are you kidding me right now?

Come on.

CHELSEA:
Well, I was leaning more toward
softer colors-- lavender, blush.

I don't want my wedding to look
like a Skittles commercial.

DANI:
Why don't we have
the dress designer chime in?

I can reach out to Lillian
Marler and Simone Valdez.

They're the best
in the business.

Speaking of decisions,
have you and Madison locked down

the music situation?

Well, I was thinking
of surprising her

-with her favorite local band.
-Mm.

The Fractured Clavicles.

A band named after broken bones?

They're actually really good.

Think "3Quency meets
Silk Sonic" vibes.

They're a band made up
of doctors and nurses

who got their degrees
in both medicine and melodies.

She heard them
at a charity event

and almost fell for them
as hard as she fell for me.

So it's personal to Madison.

-You get it.
-I do, I do.

But what if we ask the, um,
Fractured Clavicles, was it,

to play at the reception
where people can dance,

and for the ceremony
we book a string quartet?

Or a group whose name
doesn't scream "open wound."

Okay, fair.
The reception it is, then.

[laughter]

You know, all this planning
is making me a little hungry.

Okay, well, how about
we order breakfast

and then start making
those calls?

-CHELSEA: Yes.
-DANI: Hmm?

-Here you go.
-CHELSEA: Thank you.

I just had the most incredible
burst of inspiration.

All right, so I want everyone
on those napkins

on standby for those dates
for Eva's wedding

before anyone
can snatch them up.

Okay, money is no object.

Um, I-- no, no.

Did I stutter?

Chop-chop, Bij.

Let's go, make it happen, Cap'n.

-Come on.
-[sighs]

Um...

I wish I didn't have
to turn our lives

upside down for this case.

I know it's not what you signed
up for when you married me.

That's exactly
what I signed up for.

And while I'd rather have you
beside me every night,

I also know
what you're doing matters.

And once you're done
whupping on the bad guys,

you'll be back home
hogging the blankets.

Really?

What? What is so funny?

I-I wake up
half the time shivering.

Not that.

"Whupping on the bad guys"?

[chuckles]
Who am I, T'Challa now?

Well, I wouldn't
complain about it.

I think you'd look pretty
damn sexy in a spandex suit.

Look, you know I'm down
for role-play, but that's

-where I draw the line.
-Okay.

[both chuckle]

Well, with
or without the tights,

you're already my superhero...
the only one I'll ever need.

Since you have so many thoughts
about this dinner,

any brilliant ideas
as to where we should go?

I was thinking simple.

Fast food, emphasis on fast.

So the man who critiques wine
like a master sommelier

suddenly has the urge
for a value meal?

You would be surprised
the magic I can whip up

with a Big Mac combo.

Well, if that is the bar
that we are setting,

Joey is going
to leave you in the dust.

Get out of here.

You must have not seen
his cooking videos.

Vanessa says that he reserved
Uptown one night

and made her
the most exquisite meal.

But I guess I could always say
that I couldn't find a date.

And who in their right mind
would believe

that Nicole Dupree
could not find a date?

A date that works
for both Carlton and me.

Hmm. Hello, Fitz.

I'm not interrupting a therapy
session right now, am I?

Nicole and I were planning
a date with another couple.

Wouldn't happen to be anybody

I met at the WinterFest,
now, would it?

Oh, and remind me again

why I had to fill in
for you that night.

Well, I would have been there,
but family took priority.

Being from a close family
herself, Nicole understands.

I got your text about my watch.

Why don't you let me finish up
with Carlton first?

Ah, I'm sorry, I can't.

I have to be
at a clinic in Leesburg,

and I need my watch for work.

Thank you.

And where'd you find it?

Exactly where you left it.

You have your watch.

Why don't you
give her some space?

And I will leave
when I am good and ready.

Okay, I see
exactly what this is now.

So the foolishness
is not reserved

just for the basketball court?

I don't care if it is my office,
the gym or the moon.

What I saw and what
I've been hearing is petty,

juvenile and, frankly,
beneath the both of you.

If I may offer a correction,

there was no brawl
on the basketball court,

just a friendly competition
between two colleagues.

Right, Kial?

Friendly, huh?

How's the wrist?

Nothing I can't handle.

And the elbow?

Never felt better.

I don't think I need to spell
this out, but I am a grown woman

who expects the company
of grown-ass men,

and if the both of you
cannot manage that,

then I will not waste
another second of my time.

You have my word.

Nothing like this
will ever happen again,

at least not from me.

Since you are the one
who started it.

You know what?

Why don't I give you two
some space to talk?

KIAL:
Hmm.

That is very gentlemanly of you.

I'm sorry. I was out of line.

Deliberately provoking Carlton
with that little watch stunt?

You're not just out of line,
you're out of your mind.

Message received.

I hope it doesn't change
how you feel about me.

What we have is worth
more than some stupid ego trip.

I will let you know
how I feel about it

after I've thought it through.

But, Kial,
don't hold your breath.

[door closes]

IZAIAH:
You know, I couldn't help
but notice these.

Mama keeps dropping them off
every time she stops by.

She's got an agenda.

Yeah, your dad warned me.

Said, once Leslie locks in
on something,

she's like a pit bull.

Facts.

But I had a come-to-Jesus talk
with her,

so hopefully I got through.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah.

[knock at door]

Mama, you can't just be walking
in here.

Well, I knocked,
you didn't answer,

so I took it as an invitation.

And there is a bed.

Well, good morning to you.

Morning, Ms. Thomas.

Oh, sweetie, please miss me
with the formalities.

I mean, it feels silly
with you sitting there

in your birthday suit.

-Mama.
-What?

Oh, look, please, we are all
practically family, right?

I mean, almost.

Go out in the hall now
so we can get dressed.

Child, do you know
I have seen it all?

Front, back, upside down,
hanging from a ceiling fan,

please, covered in baby oil.

I ain't scared.

Go.

You know what? You-you just
acting a little too grown

these days.

Okay, fine, I'm going.

And I will have your future

printed in full color.

[chuckles]

I swear, that woman.

So what's it like
living the bachelor life again?

Well, I got the meal situation
down to a science--

a strict rotation of frozen
pizza, chicken wings and ramen.

Wow, so a real balanced diet,
huh?

Although I didn't hear you
mention the ice cream.

-Wait, how did you...?
-You know, I will

never forget how shocked I was
to see the amount

of ice cream containers in your
garbage when we were dating.

And a lot
of empty beer bottles, too.

Hey, a man's got
to cope somehow.

Being away from my wife's loving
for this long

is a cruel
and unusual punishment.

Well, then it's a good thing
I awarded you

with some serious
compensatory relief last night.

Multiple times,
if I recall correctly.

And it still wasn't enough.

I think you can up the amount.

Wish granted.

I don't want to be
a buzzkill, but...

Derek's been asking about you.

-He has?
-Mm-hmm.

But don't worry,
I've stuck to the cover story.

And while you've been training,

I've been researching
courses for detectives,

so if Derek or anyone else
starts pressing for details,

I'll have some answers.

I can see it now.

You in our bed, laptop open,

meticulously taking notes
like you're prepping for a case.

And can you also see
what I'm wearing?

Hmm.

Hell yeah, one of my favorites.

The pink lace?

And it goes perfect
with the fuzzy handcuffs.

Ah, which I could have brought.

I could have brought
the real ones.

[laughs]

Well, once this case is over
and you are home for good,

every night will be
the pink lace.

And only the pink lace.

Damn, baby,
when you say things like that,

I don't know how I'm supposed
to leave this room.

That's the point.

[both chuckle]

Baby, as much as I want to...

I know. Work calls.

Say no more,
since I know you can't anyway.

Do you wear that
when you're supposed to be

whoever you're pretending to be?

Nah. I keep it hidden at
the apartment I've been renting.

You don't want to risk
having it on you?

Yeah.

Except here?

I knew you'd understand.

But I wanted
to wear it last night.

I needed this to feel
like us sneaking away

to indulge in a sexy interlude
in a cheap motel.

[Naomi laughs]

Instead of maybe...

it being the last time we'll see
each other for a while.

Thank you for always finding
ways to keep us connected.

I know it's not enough,
but a night like this reminds me

how much I hate
being away from you.

But I had to see you.

Look, I know you can't promise
me when this will happen again,

but even if all you can do
are these stolen moments,

I will take what I can get.

I'll head out first.

Wait at least ten minutes
before you leave.

Got it.

I love you.

I love you more.

And, Jacob...

...please be careful.

I will. I promise.

[door closes]

Okay, thank you.

No problem at all.
Your loss.

Have a blessed day.

You're not gonna believe
this nonsense.

Maggie Creek Chapel
is completely booked

for the weekend we chose
and both backup weekends.

That's impossible.

When we checked their website,

they had open availability
throughout spring.

No, what's impossible
is that I just spoke

to Lily and Simone,
and they're both unavailable.

Well, and we can forget
about the music sitch, too.

The Fractured Clavicles
are on hold for another event,

and the string quartet
that we found

suddenly committed
to another wedding.

So all of our ideas
just magically dried up?

That doesn't happen
by coincidence.

Something else is at play.

[sighs]
And, you know,

I would normally call
Jonathan and Julia.

They've done us proud
with other Dupree events,

but they're busy, too.

[gasps] Oh, I will call
the next best thing.

[phone ringing]

That's Bijou's ringtone.

Bijou, that was me calling.

I need your help putting
together my daughter's wedding.

Honestly,
I am thinking about quitting

the event-planning business
altogether.

Honey, you are
the best in the DMV.

What client could possibly
have put you in this state?

Mama, what do you need?

Let me rephrase that.

What do you need
from me right now?

Can't a mother just pop in
to see her child

without having an agenda?

From my experience, no.

You look like you're dying
to tell me something,

but I'm late for work, so,
translation-- you need to go.

I haven't even had
my coffee yet.

Caffeine on the house.

Aw, thank you, Izaiah.

Go handle your business, baby.

I'm gonna lock up
after I bounce.

You sure?

We'll be fine. I promise.

You heard the man. Go.

Your mama and your mister need
to get more acquainted.

Behave yourself.

Don't I always?

Blink twice if you're scared.

[softly]:
I'm okay.

[Izaiah sighs]

[Leslie sighs]

Okay.

Leslie, Leslie, Leslie.

[chuckles]

What am I gonna do with you?

How about appreciate me
from a distance?

Now, listen, my moral compass
may spin like a DJ,

but even I have my boundaries.

Whoa, no...

[laughs]:
No...

Man, ain't nobody trying
to get you in bed, Ms. Thomas.

That-That's not
what this is about.

Watch your tone, young'un.

You couldn't handle this anyway.

See, that right there is
exactly why we need to talk.

Carlton, um, I wanted
to apologize for earlier.

Kial was out of line.

Now, you know
I'm not the type to let

a little silly jab
from a visiting doctor shake me.

I appreciate that.

Look, I know the rules.

If that means
I have to share you,

well, I'll take that
over not having you at all.

Still, I know
that this isn't easy.

It's okay, Nicole.

Now, I got to get to surgery.

This breast reconstruction's
not gonna perform itself.

Au revoir.

MAN [over P.A.]:
Nurse Hugo to ICU.

If I hear "hold, please"
one more time,

I'm gonna catch a case.

Well, the whole wedding
is about to be on hold.

This is a complete disaster.

Please tell me that's
a "good news" face.

KAT:
Especially since
we're fresh out.

I'm five seconds away
from suggesting

you just elope in Aruba
and call it a day.

You two are not going to believe
who has been hijacking

every one of our wedding plans.

CHELSEA AND KAT:
Who?

Ms. Thomas, I'm gonna
keep it 100 with you, okay?

I've got real feelings
for your daughter.

More than she knows.

She's my peace,
the one who makes me want

to be better
than who I was yesterday.

But right now you're making it
real hard for her to breathe.

I don't know
what you're getting at.

I mean, I just want
the best for my baby.

Any mother would want that,
so you can't fault me for that.

I respect it, okay? I do.

But these?

Okay, it's just
mindless reading material.

Look... Eva is not
a child anymore, okay?

She doesn't need
you planning her future.

She needs space to live it.

But right now it feels like
you're planning our honeymoon,

and that's
a lot of pressure, okay?

And I know
you're the last person

that wants to get in the way
of her daughter's happiness.

Izaiah, you and Eva are

like a walking magazine cover.

And it reminds me of
the love story that I never had.

And you can't blame a mother
for wanting to lock that in.

And you can.

How?

By staying out of the way.

Okay, look, if Eva and I decide
to take that next step,

I promise
to give you a heads-up.

But until then, you got
to let me love your daughter

without a countdown
over our heads.

You really are serious
about her.

Yeah.

Okay, fine.

I'll cool it
with the wedding plans.

Okay.

For now.

[both laughing]

-[imitates explosion]
-[laughs]

Eva, hey, I heard the clinic
opening was a massive success.

Yeah, we had a huge turnout.

Like, Mama really pulled it off.

Yeah, sounds like it. Listen,
I can't wait to volunteer there.

Not right away, though.

Between my schedule
and the fellowship...

I know all about
your Parkinson's research.

That is life-changing, Madison.

Especially
if it leads to a cure.

Yeah, that's the hope.

What with your research
and Mama's clinic,

it's giving "we are
right where we need to be."

Mm, and it feels good,
doesn't it, being tied to

things that are putting
so much good into the world?

Okay, you ain't got...

-[mumbles]
-Right?

-[both laugh]
-[elevator bell dings]

Hey, Ash, do you have a minute?

-If you're swamped...
-Actually,

your timing is perfect.

I just finished wrangling
the morning chaos,

and thankfully my grouch of
a boss is heading to a meeting.

Naomi.

You okay?

I was with Jacob last night.

Oh, how's he holding up?

He's fine.

It felt so good
to just be with him, you know?

But then, this morning,

when I was watching him
get ready for work,

Ashley, I felt like I was
traumatized all over again.

Especially with the nightmares
I've been having

about losing him.

Hey, hey, hey.

Jacob's not going anywhere.

You don't know that.

None of us can.

And if something
does happen to him...

Stop. Stop.

Look, listen to me.

You know as well as I do
that Jacob is too sharp

to put himself into danger
that he can't handle.

Okay?

Hey, yo, Ren. It's Rashad.

Yeah, I'm trying to pick up
some extra time.

Yeah, fo sho, that work.

Text me the drop.

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