All language subtitles for Beyond the Gates s02e61.eng

[laughs]
Uh, Joe-Joey was kidding.

He's got a unique
sense of humor.

"Unique" is charitable.

"Distorted" would be
more precise.

Doctors- always so quick
with the diagnosis.

As if you aren't
quick to throw shade.

You mock my profession,
but don't let me dare mention

the rumors about
your side businesses.

You know, the ones
that don't quite

make it onto your tax return.

Oh, you want to go rumor
for rumor? All right, fine.

How about you, sliding into
your best friend's

ex-wife's bed before
the ink is dry on the divorce?

-How dare you?
-Oh, spare me

the outrage, Nicole.

We all have our skeletons.
I just don't dress them up

in my Sunday best and parade
them around like saints.

Your father built an empire by
greasing palms and making deals.

And you sit there
and look down on me?

You're just another Dupree.

Baptized in the same
self-righteous water.

-Are you finished?
-Yes, he is.

Good.
Because I appreciate the candor.

-You do?
-Of course.

It's always so much easier
when people show you

who they are up front.

Vanessa, I love you.

But I won't do this.

Tab's on you.

Oh, look who finally decided
to show his face.

Hey there.

How was Baltimore?

I hope the client appreciated
you making the drive.

I didn't go.

No. Really?

Chelsea already
clocked you here in town.

Truth is, Baltimore was a cover.

I had a job interview.

Oh. Wow.

I mean, I-I knew things between
you and Bill were tense,

but I didn't realize
we'd escalated

to "update
the LinkedIn profile."

Well, keeping my options open
is smart business.

Yeah.

The lying
to your girlfriend isn't.

You care to explain?

? ?

Dani.

Your voicemail
was peak Hamilton.

Ah. Stately and commanding.

Cryptic and full of yourself.
And I quote.

"We need to talk
about the future."

So I figured if you'd finally
come to your senses

and decided to dump
that leech you married,

I wanted to hear it in person.

Hmm, yeah, so you can be my
shoulder to cry on?

Forget that.
I'm ready to laugh and point.

I must deflate that fantasy.

No. Hayley and I
are still going strong.

In fact, I find myself even
more protective of her.

Mm. Darn.

Considering you're the one
who needs protection

from that succubus.

She would swindle the cufflinks
off your wrist

and convince you
it was just for polish.

Look, I'm trying to take care
of the women in my life, Dani.

That's why I called.

And what's that?

My will.

These were for a party of four.

Must have just left.

Wait, w-wait.

Not so fast.

These already paid for?

On their tab.

Oh.
Set 'em down.

Go ahead.

Oh, I love
a complimentary happy hour.

Thank you.

Based on that 911 text,
I was expecting tears,

not table service.

You, uh, you all right?

Just drinking my pain away.
Doctor's orders.

Who's the doctor- Macy?

Your boss.

He summoned me to his casino

and advised that the walls
are closing in on me.

Say what?

Bill asked Joey
to dig into Lynette.

Okay, we can handle that.

Then Joey looked me
dead in my face

and say he know
the mugging never happened.

That you, me and her
have been working together.

Knows or thinks he knows?

Randy, he called it. Okay?

And if Joey has
already figured us out,

Bill won't be too far behind.

Okay, chill out.

Panicking will not
find us a way out of this.

No, but a lethal dose
of poison will.

We need to kill Bill already,

cash in his life insurance
and get the hell out

before he can ruin us.

This is what
I dragged myself here for?

This is important, Dani.
What's the problem?

After the scare we had
with Mother,

I don't want to think
about anyone dying.

Not you, not today, not ever.

BILL:
This concerns the girls.

Wills are not about death.

They're about
protecting the living.

That's why I'm

making some additions
to their inheritances.

And does this have anything
to do with you waking up

and realizing a baby with Hayley
is a bad investment?

This is about legacy, Dani.

-Yours.
-Yours, ours, mine.

Wh-What does it matter?

I want what I've built
to mean something

beyond accolades and dollar
signs on a ledger, you know?

So I'm bequeathing Naomi
my equity stake in the firm.

-You can do that?
-Mm-hmm.

Provided the beneficiary
is an attorney.

But Naomi's been adamant
that she doesn't want

-to practice law the way you do.
-Yeah, I know.

And I'll honor
her bleeding heart.

God knows the world
needs more idealists.

She's wasting her talent.

And I'm hoping that this,
you know, forces her hand

so she can see what she could
accomplish if she just played

in the major leagues
where she belongs.

If Bill is already running
his mouth to other people,

then the last thing we need

is to prove him right
by catching a case.

That man drops dead
from mysterious anything,

you are suspect number one.

So, wait, I'm supposed
to just sit pretty and smile

while they sharpen knives
behind my back?

Naomi already came at me

trying to blackmail me
with that whole

fake sonogram mess.

And what'd you do?

I got her off my back
like I always do, but...

her fangs are starting to show.

And I'm just ready
to be done with this.

I feel you.

But we have to start
thinking smart, not emotional.

But if we can't take Bill
off the board, then what?

I'm not waiting around
for him and Joey

to connect the dots, Randy.

Then we don't wait, we work.

I'll undermine Bill's claim
and make sure

Joy understands
Lynette operated alone.

I don't know, man.

Subtleties'll never
be your strong suit.

Don't try to play me.

I know how to handle my boss.

Oh, how I wish you'd
been the one at dinner tonight.

Come again?

You certainly couldn't have
been worse company.

Well, I hope it improves
from here.

Oh.

Go ahead.

Say "I told you so."

Oh, I've had better nights.

But, hey,
the martinis were perfect.

You really want to reduce this
to a cocktail review

after what just happened?

What do you
want me to say, Vanessa?

I want you to give a damn.

You are treating
this relationship

just like everybody else.

Like it is
some temporary insanity.

Like I will wake up one day
and realize it was a mistake.

Well, I am sick and tired

of everyone in my life
trying to shame me

out of the one thing
that makes me feel alive.

I have to apologize
for dragging you to that circus.

Please.

Being called a lowlife
by a reputed criminal-

that's one for the memoir.

I braced for awkward,

but I didn't think that
Joey was going to go

full-blown nuclear on us

before the appetizers
even hit the table.

That man declared war
the second we sat down.

And you saved us both
by ending it.

Another five minutes,

you'd have found out how skilled
a surgeon's hands can be.

And Vanessa.
God, she just sat there.

Not a word in defense for us.

Just there with Joey
by her side, like a trophy.

Like he's the prize that she has
been waiting for her whole life.

Sometimes your friends
are with people that you hate.

Sometimes they're
with people that you love.

There's nothing much
you can do about that.

How can you be
just so blas� about this?

Joey is not just rude,
he is dangerous.

I realize this,
especially after I caught

something tonight that rattled
me way more than his digs.

The way that he looked at you

when he said something
about buried bodies.

Does Joey know something
about your family?

Joey wasn't just
picking a fight with you.

He was attempting to bait me.

I have heard jokes
about political families

knowing where the bodies
are buried my whole life.

He was definitely
on the defensive tonight,

like a cornered animal
lashing out

at anything that moves.

And that is what terrifies me.

Vanessa is walking into
something dark and twisted

and she has no idea.

She thinks she's in love.

Meanwhile, she is knee-deep
in quicksand.

I have half a mind to just
stage an upscale intervention.

Uh, Nicole, do not.

She's a grown woman
capable of her own

self-destructive decisions.

You can't save someone
who doesn't want to be saved.

I have told myself that
for months.

That if she is happy
I should just respect it.

But after tonight, after
sitting across from that man,

feeling the chill in my bones,

I-I can't pretend anymore.

Vanessa is speeding
towards a cliff,

and if I just
let her drive over it,

what kind of a friend
does that make me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for being insensitive

and for your friends
walking out.

Tonight mattered to you.

And that's the only reason
I agreed to do it.

Might have gone better
if, for once,

your opinion stayed holstered.

Carlton didn't ask
for your op-ed

on cosmetic surgery, and

Nicole certainly
didn't need your dissertation

on the Duprees.

I'm not built
for biting my tongue.

Vanessa, I don't
do performance dinners.

And I'm not looking
for anyone's approval.

Well, I am.

You may like prowling
through life like a lone wolf,

but my friendships matter.

More than that,
I won't let what we have

torch my relationship
with my children.

It's only natural that
they need more time.

For them to see you with
somebody other than their father

was never gonna go great.

We both know
it's bigger than that.

They don't just
see you as not Doug.

They see your reputation.

It's all they see,
all anybody sees.

[weak chuckle]

I really believed that
if Nicole sat across from you,

she'd see what I see,
maybe even understand.

But...

if the so-called grown-ups

can't get through one dinner
without detonating...

...how can I expect
my children to?

You hand Naomi the key
and she will burn down

your castle by turning it into
a legal aid clinic.

You know that, right?

Then so be it.
At least the Hamilton name

will still hang over the door.

She is a Hamilton-Hawthorne.

In name, but

in soul and spirit...

She's a Dupree.

I didn't know birthright
meant this much to you.

Well, it didn't.
Not until recently.

You know, over the years,
I've asked myself, you know,

who has the killer instinct
and the intellect

and the audacity
to step inside this office

and make it their own?

Whatever happened to Pauline?

You used to hype her up
like she was the second coming.

Yeah. And yeah, she's
a brilliant attorney, you know,

and hungry.
And Tomas- he's promising too.

That's why I've invested
so much time and energy

in shaping his career.

But now I'm starting
to have serious concerns

about his judgement.

Which forces me
to realize something

that I should have known
from the start.

That blowing up your life
for a bimbo in a bikini

wasn't the smartest
strategic move?

That strangers
don't carry legacy.

Only family does.

I didn't tell you about
the interview because I didn't

want you forced to
keep a secret from your uncle.

Former uncle.

Still, it's my mess
to manage, not yours.

That's where you're wrong.

While you were
busy chasing new horizons,

I was reading Bill
for absolute filth.

About what?

The lousy way he's been
treating you, Obviously.

I told him, straight up, you did
not harass

that sketchy Lynette woman

and he's an idiot
for believing Hayley's lies.

And since I had the floor,

I also told him how tacky he was

leaving Aunt Dani for
that gold digger in stilettos.

Yes, it's old news,

but now that she's coming
for you,

I wasn't gonna let that slide.

Kat,
mi amor.

I appreciate you
standing up for me.

But what you actually did
was make it worse.

I don't understand
why you're mad.

-Seriously, Kat?
-I defended you.

That's what people do
when they love someone,

especially to cretins like

Bill "Mr. Lies and Alibis"
Hamilton.

No, that's what people do

when they don't trust
the other person

to stand on their own.

You think I need you
to swing at Bill for me?

I was setting him straight.
Big difference.

To you, maybe.
But to others,

it makes me look like
I can't handle my own fights.

Like I need my girlfriend
to step in and rescue me

from my big, bad boss.

That wasn't my intention.

I know.

Look, let's

just focus on the bright side.

My interview went way better
than I expected.

Well, that's a praise report.

It's a smaller firm,
not as prestigious,

but they're offering me
a full partnership.

Wow.
Okay, next steps?

HR drafting the offer letter.

I don't want to jinx it,
but I'm cautiously optimistic.

Baby, that's amazing.

No Bill, no Hayley,
no toxic workplace drama.

This sounds perfect.

The only catch
is I'll be strapped for cash

for a little while,
so no vacations

or extravagant gifts
in the near future.

But if you're a full partner,
shouldn't you be making more?

I will, in the long run.

But full partners
have to buy in.

It's a huge chunk of cash
upfront in exchange

for a percentage
of the firm's profits.

And since I've been
sending money back home,

savings are tight.

I'll have to take a loan out
to make it work.

Hmm.

Or you can

let the private bank
of Kat Richardson handle it.

Did you not listen
to a thing I just said?

You know, I figured
we'd squeeze in

a few more girls nights

before you run off
chasing your next mark.

Oh, you trying
to get rid of me now?

No, I'm just
calling it how I see it.

Randy's sweet, sure, but

he's not built
for your Cartier taste.

Sooner or later,
you'll be back out there

hunting your next whale.

Well...

it's gonna be really hard
to top Bill.

Yeah.

I mean, you have better odds
winning the lottery

than ever finding
another man as brilliant,

loving and fun as my husband.

But maybe even a rich,

-big Texas oil man.
-Texas?

-Mm-hmm.
-Girl, no.

The DMV is swarming with sharks.

You just have to know
where to swim.

JOEY:
You know,

I wish I had
some clever magic trick

to win your children over,
but I don't.

I can't control
how people see me.

And I stopped trying
a long time ago.

Well, there are things
you could do.

Smile more, perhaps.

Talk less.

I think you've seen
Hamilton one too many times.

Make yourself more approachable
is what I'm getting at.

Play up at the clinic donation.

Or how you took a chance
on Izaiah

when no one else would.

Show them there's more to you
than the rumors.

Vanessa...

I would do
damn near anything for you,

but I will not put on a show
just to make people comfortable.

People can love me
or they can hate me,

but I have to do
what feels right in the moment.

And this feels right.

That confidence.

It's what pulled me in.
I...

I love how you move through
the world like it's yours.

I just wish Deanna

could see the other
parts of you that I do.

The man who listens to me
ramble about my day.

Who remembers
how I like my coffee.

Who holds me when I can't sleep.

Listen.

If you need us
to be less public

or even take a step back,
I get it.

-No, Joey, no.
-Then we have to face facts.

Some people will only see me
as the villain.

And there's nothing
we can do about it.

Vanessa has always
flirted with the wild side,

but now she is diving in
headfirst.

She is raw and vulnerable,
and Joey-

Joey is just swooping in
like a vulture.

Because of him, she has already
lost her daughter.

And I am terrified as to
how much more she will lose

if this goes on.

Now, you know better than most

that nobody changes until
they admit they have a problem.

You cannot force recognition
on someone who isn't ready.

I have spent my career
persuading persistent patients

to confront things that
they would like to bury.

This isn't your office.

And Vanessa isn't your patient.

Is that your
professional opinion?

I am not criticizing
your capabilities.

You know that I think
the world of you, Nicole.

I just...

I wonder if you're

getting so worked up
about Vanessa because...

...maybe you're

doing a little projecting.

Pr...

Explain.

Think about the year
that you've had.

Okay?

You found out that Ted's
been lying to you for decades.

He's got a whole
grown-ass daughter out there.

You-you just went through
a divorce and now

your mother is battling cancer.
That...

That's a whole lot of trauma

packed into
a really short space of time.

And what does any of that

have to do
with Vanessa and Joey?

Because, like Vanessa,
you've been through the wringer.

And, like Vanessa...

...you started to act
a little out of character.

You know what? I actually
like the idea of Naomi

inheriting the firm.

Yeah, yeah. See, now you're
starting to see it my way.

I mean, she's got the chops,
right? And it fits.

I suppose I could bequeath
Chelsea my share of the agency,

although I'd never
force it on her.

She's really
carving her own way.

She's making something
completely hers, huh?

Actually, our baby girl
is already covered.

Yeah. I earmarked
a sizable fund for Chelsea.

I mean, strictly for her
entrepreneurial endeavors. Yeah.

No fine print, no strings, just
capital she can use to grow.

That's a vote of confidence
if there ever was one.

Yeah, well, they've earned it.
You know?

Our girls came away
with the best of us.

You know, brains,
instinct, grit.

And just enough recklessness
to keep life interesting.

Mm-hmm.
And with that mix, of course

they're destined
to rule the world.

Well, it's nice to hear
you admit that I had a little

something to do with the raising
of our phenomenal daughters.

Mm.
Well, more than just a little.

Come on, you carried the load.

And that's why
I put you back in my will too.

Sure, D.C.'s cute and all.

It has the whole power and
posturing thing going for it.

Yeah. And it's where
decisions get made.

By people who ain't us.

So I should just dip?

Fresh city. Fresh ID.
Fresh everything.

You know,
I could see you as a Monique.

Maybe a Tyra.

Girl, you could be whoever
the hell you want to be.

So what's wrong with Lynette?

Just a straight shooter
who cuts through the crap.

And I think it's time
you did the same.

I've been nothing but straight

-with you.
-Girl, please.

You and I have been
in the trenches too many times

for me to believe that.

And you saying that
you're giving up the hustle.

I see you.

You're running
your biggest con yet.

As much as I want my kids
and everybody else

to accept us...

...I won't let their disapproval
run my life.

Donnell and Deanna are grown.

They can disagree all they want,
that's their right, but...

...they don't get to
make decisions for me.

Glad to see my influence
is finally rubbing off.

I refuse to hide us.

That would mean I'm embarrassed
to be with you, and...

and nothing could be
further from the truth.

Then you better brace yourself.

Sticking by me
means taking on my reputation.

And the people in this town
have long memories.

And even longer tongues.

Then I'll grow a thicker skin.

You were there when Doug died.

When I was drowning
in casseroles

and-and sympathy cards.

You...

you made me feel alive again.

Reminded me I was still alive.

And...

I... I...

You make me feel beautiful,
desired, loved.

If... if Deanna ever finds
a man who gives her that...

...maybe then she'll understand
why I can't let you go.

I'm busy.

Hate to interrupt, boss.

I just wanted
to run something by you.

Unless you need me
to circle back later.

Forget it.
Moment's ruined.

I'll let you two talk.

-Evening, Randy.
-Vanessa.

This better be important.

So what exactly are you saying-

I'm an imposter now?

What?
N-No, no... Never.

Nicole, I have never met anyone
more real or vital than you.

Then clarify.

Ever since the divorce,

it seems like

you've been working overtime
to reinvent yourself.

The-the hair,

the-the clothes,
the-the whole vibe.

So what I'm hearing
is that you don't like

the woman I'm becoming.

That is not what I'm saying.

That you liked me better when
I was boring and predictable.

When I fit neatly into the
little box you created for me.

Nicole, I think that
you are amazing.

I always have.
All I'm saying is I didn't see

anything wrong with the woman
that you were before.

Well, thank you

for your unsolicited
character assessment,

but I think I am ready
to call it a night.

Nicole...

This has been a very long
and trying evening.

Let's not prolong it.

When you replay the clumsy

and well-intended words

that I said tonight,

and, no doubt get angrier,

please circle back
to this moment.

I love...

...spending time

with every iteration of you.

Good night.

I can't believe this.
You giving me

so much as a dime
after you swore

I was bleeding you dry
through the divorce?

Okay. I'm not talking
about money, okay?

You already
took me to the cleaners.

What you wanted and
what you earned is my respect.

You know, my acknowledgement of

what you sacrificed for me.

Well, as lovely as this sounds,
I can't do diddly-squat

with acknowledgement
and it doesn't fit in your will.

I'm referring
to the Amy Sherald portrait.

The piece you had
commissioned of the girls?

Mm-hmm.
The very one.

I was livid when that mediator
ruled that it was yours.

Especially since
you stuck it in your study

where nobody can see it.

Come on, it's-it's personal.

It belongs in a private space.

Translation:
Hayley couldn't stomach

having her morning coffee
with a daily reminder

that she's a home-wrecker.

Ooh! But I bet she
already had it appraised

and she is going to have
quite the tantrum

when she realizes
that it's not hers.

It's... it's not about her.

It's not about the price tag.

That portrait has
sentimental value to you.

That's what matters.

You call Hayley a gold digger,

but then you want me to play
that role in your family's eyes?

What happens when Bill finds out

his prot�g� couldn't
even secure his own buy-in

without your family's money?

This isn't the same thing.

Partners invest in each other.

I'm not trying to buy you,
I'm trying to support you.

If I take your money,
it changes us.

And that's
the last thing I want.

I have this picture
of how I want our lives to be.

After a few years
of full partner,

I'll finally have
the financial security

I've been chasing my whole life.

Then we buy that house
with the wraparound porch,

travel wherever we want,

and build something solid
as equals.

That's the future I see for us.

And I can't let anything
cheapen it.

Not even your generosity.

I love that vision.

But baby,
you already are my equal.

Money doesn't change that.

Good. Because Bill
pushing me in this direction

might be the best thing
that ever happened.

Well, there's one more bonus
to that for us.

I am not going to
second-guess myself

because some man thinks
he knows me better than me.

So, I've been working
some new angles,

found this liquor supplier
who can hook us up.

That's why you interrupted me?

He's offering a way better deal

than what we're getting
right now, Joey.

You could have
put that in an email.

I just figured
you would appreciate

me being all proactive.

Oh, you want to impress me.

Oh, well, that's very different.

Here, have a seat.

Couple of things
I'd like to discuss.

All right, boss,
yeah, whatever you need.

So, Bill Hamilton asked me

to look into
Hayley's new friend.

This, uh, this woman

who just happened
to witness her mugging.

All right.
Say less.

What do you
need me to find out?

As if you don't
already know everything.

I don't know what
you mean by that, Joey.

Yeah, sure, I know Hayley,

but this random chick-
she don't mean

-nothing to me,
-Huh.

She meant enough for you
to suck her fingers

in the middle of Orphey Gene's.

If this is a dream,

my subconscious has great taste.

Oh, baby, I am very, very real.

Just think of this
as a fairy tale.

Only, tonight, the prince
gets awakened by the kiss.

From the princess he entrusted

with the magical keys
to his castle.

A part of me thought
you put that key in a drawer

just to torture me.

No more words.

I have talked enough tonight.

Damn, Joey.

You really do
have eyes everywhere.

What else did...

June tell you?

Now, you know I can't
confirm or deny

where I get my intel.

I just hope Lynette's fingers
were worth it.

You tell Bill?

Haven't felt the need.
Bill's a sharp guy.

He'll put the pieces together
soon enough.

Or you could do me a solid

and lead Bill
down the wrong path.

Come on, Joey.
What do you need?

You need me to lean on somebody?
You know I'm good for it.

Ah, that's tempting.

But no.

I just can't,
in good conscience,

lie to the man.

When has that
ever stopped you before?

Sorry, Randy.

I'm not gonna save your ass
on this one.

But...

...good luck.

You're gonna need it.

You realize we just had
one of those heavy conversations

and we didn't even
come close to arguing.

A miracle.

Or maybe it's growth.
Who knew.

Us, teetering on the brink
of functionality.

Past the brink, actually.

I just never thought
we would get to this point.

I thought we would
be destined to be those

bitter exes who can
only communicate through

lawyers and passive-aggressive
holiday cards.

Well, I'm damn glad we did.

You know, honestly,

I can't imagine my life
without you in it.

Uh, that...
Look, that wasn't me...

-I wasn't trying to...
-I know what you mean.

We're always connected.
There's no debating that.

I don't know what
to call whatever this is.

We're not spouses.
We're not enemies.

Maybe we're just friends.

Is there such thing
as a friend with beneficiary?

Uh, well, there is now.

Once you walk out
of Bill's firm,

there's nothing
tying your hands.

Which means we can finally
investigate Lynette.

Kat, no.

The whole point
of this new gig

is to leave all that behind.

I was hoping I could
forget she even existed.

See, that's the problem.
My gut won't let me forget,

and my gut is always on point.

One: Lynette flirts with you

the literal second
her charges vanish.

Two: she's suddenly besties
with Hayley,

like they've been tight forever,
which- oops-

maybe they have been.

And three: she hardly has
a digital footprint.

Not even a dusty burner account.

Maybe she's just old-school.

Not everybody wants
their business out there.

Not having any receipts online

is the biggest receipt of all.

Look, the way
Bill played you was foul,

but this isn't
about him anymore.

If Lynette's running some scam,

it could blow back on him.
Or worse,

on my family.

And I don't play
about my people.

So, what- you want us to go
full Sherlock and Watson?

Well, with your legal smarts

and my podcast-trained
sleuthing,

we're unstoppable.

Lynette Wise is cooked.

Why is it so hard for you
to believe that I went legit?

Because, boo...

this has every fingerprint
of your old grifts.

You bagged your mark,
you locked down your ring,

and then
you moved into the mansion.

And now you're sitting here
acting brand-new,

as if you were

-born into this life.
-All right.

So getting married
and building a home-

that's what people do
when they fall in love.

-Mm-hmm.
-And speaking of my ring...

Right, because if that marriage
was so solid...

then you wouldn't have staged

that
Desperate Housewives nonsense.

I never asked you to hit me.

I just needed a way
to get Bill to stay with me

and not run back to his ex,
because I love him.

Mm-mmm. No.
You love money.

And you always have.

And Bill's sitting on more paper
than a printing press.

Which means that
I'm not bouncing

until I get what's mines.

-Lynette, you tripping.
-Mm-mmm. And don't worry.

'Cause I ain't gonna wreck
whatever you got going on.

Unless you refuse to cut me in.

You're putting me
in a difficult position.

Don't test me, Val.

'Cause I will
blow your plan sky-high.

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