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[♪ gentle music playing]

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You really do need a manicure.

Still gorgeous though.

[♪ gentle music continues]

[switch clicks]

[people chattering indistinctly]

[Emerald] So, Allura's covering the Mansfield deposition.

I'll cover the Patel custody hearing, and, Liberty,

did you look over Dina's counter offer for the Kaplan case?

-Ms. Ronson, you care to join us today? -[cell phone chimes]

Oh, sorry. I was...

I don't... I was just thinking how wrong it is

to... have Dina be alone at a time like this.

Well, when I talked to her last night,

that's what she said she wanted, so...

[Allura] Yeah, she said the same to me too.

And I understand it. I do.

It's sort of how I felt too.

Well, did you lose your husband of 40 years

and I slept through it?

[chuckles] I'm not saying that my divorce is anything

like what she's going through, but it's still a loss.

So, hold on a second. You both spoke to her last night?

I tried to call, and her maid answered

and said she's indisposed.

-Click. -I'm sure she appreciated your call.

Huh.

Don't go there, Lib.

What? Go where?

To your awful, terrible, very bad, insecure place.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Yeah, I guess, I guess I just feel like I'll never be part of this

American sisterhood thing you guys got.

You cannot be serious.

Well, it's true.

No matter how long I live here,

I've always felt like an outsider, even with you guys.

[Allura/Emerald] You've gotta be fucking kidding me!

[laughing] Okay. Really?

So, explain to me why you scheduled your divorce mediation

on the exact day that you knew

I had to be across town stuck in that arbitration.

What if Chase had won and walked off with half the firm, our firm?

I had a right to be there.

I told you, it was Carr. She refused to reschedule.

And you know we want you there.

You're not just a partner. You're our sister.

Hmm. Just feels like sometimes

the people who are supposed to love you most

are the ones who make you feel left out.

Look, Dina's not not talking to you

because of something personal.

So stop, okay?

-She loves you. -[sighs]

[Emerald] And this is not about what we think she needs.

It's about what she asked for.

And I think we owe it to her to respect that. Don't you?

♪♪

[engine rumbling]

[Liberty] Ah! I guess news travels fast when you have a fleet of flying monkeys.

Well, if it isn't Mary Poppins' evil twin.

Where is your umbrella? Still stuck up your ass?

What are you even doing here?

Did, uh, someone leave the gates open at the trailer park?

Funny. And you?

Couldn't resist the chance to fake being nice, huh?

Do you practice that resting bitch face in the mirror,

or is that your only God-given talent?

[chuckles] Poor Carr.

Ever since we refused to let you join the firm,

you've been sniffing around like a bitch in heat.

And now you're sucking up to Dina

thinking that's your way in.

Well, sorry to say, but we have the final say, not Dina.

So, save your energy for something more realistic,

like dry humping someone else's leg.

Dina was my mentor long before you emigrated here

with your Downton Abbey accent

and started scooping up good legal jobs

for perfectly capable Americans.

Mm, I was recruited. You were rejected.

-Try not to choke on it. -Eat my ass.

-Hello. -Good afternoon, Isabella.

It's Esperanza.

Mrs. Standish does not wish to be disturbed.

Oh, that's alright. I was just dropping something off.

It's a shepherd's pie. Home-baked, of course.

My mother's recipe. Practically medicinal.

I've had it, and you're right.

It tastes like something you'd serve at a hospital.

I, on the other hand, brought a beautiful baked ziti.

Compliments of Richard Irving at The Ivy.

I'll take them to her.

Oh, that's alright. I'll just pop it in the kitchen.

Thank you, lovely.

I apologize for her lack of manners, Esmeralda.

-Esperanza. -Whatever.

[door closes]

[Liberty and Carrington arguing indistinctly]

Oh. Dina, forgive me.

I couldn't stay away.

[Carrington] Oh.

I see. We're hugging.

Well, bring it in. 'Scuse me.

-Oh. -Thank you.

[Liberty] So, I brought you my mother's famous shepherd's pie.

Home-baked, of course.

I just wanted to make sure you were eating,

and I don't think you should be alone right now.

Grief is a heavy burden, even for someone as strong as you.

Which is why I brought ziti from The Ivy.

'Cause nothing says comfort like outsourcing.

Dougie taught me how to make a perfect omelette.

Thank you both for your casseroles.

But I'm going to eat this.

It's what I want.

[Liberty] But it's not healthy to shut everyone out.

Doug wouldn't want you to be alone.

I'm not alone. I'm with him.

He's upstairs.

-Uh... upstairs? -Still?

Well, you're welcome to come up if you'd like and see him.

Come on, baby.

♪♪

What the fuck?

No, excuse me. No, no.

-Just a minute. -No, you just a minute.

Come in. He won't bite.

No, of course not,

'cause he's, well, you know...

-Dead. -[Liberty sighs]

At peace.

Oh, gosh.

You know how much I love you, right, Dina?

And how I'm the pragmatic one.

Out of all of us, I've always been the pragmatic daughter.

You always say that, right?

Please don't lecture me, Liberty. Not now.

No, no. Of course not. I just...

This... [sighs]

This isn't healthy to have him still here.

It's not normal. You know that, right?

Oh, honey, I'm concerned.

Why don't you let me make some calls,

and I'll help facilitate the interment,

so you can begin your healing process.

[sighs]

Doug was Scotch-Irish.

This is what they do.

They've done it for hundreds of years.

It's called a wake.

He hasn't been here a week.

It's just been a day and he's not decomposing,

and I'm not in danger of losing my mind.

Oh, God.

I really get it.

Reminds me of my pussy.

My kitty cat who died when I was five.

Mrs. Pussy.

She had feline AIDS.

Excuse me, but you're not comparing the loss of your cat

to her husband of 40 years.

A child's grief can be just as profound.

My pussy was my whole world.

And when my pussy died,

I kept her in my bed for days stroking her and talking to her.

Of course, my mother, she got so angry.

"Stop playing with your pussy, Carr," she yelled.

But, uh, I refused to.

Even when my pussy started smelling really bad

and got really crusty,

I just stayed locked in my room, grieving in private

because I just couldn't let go of my pussy.

Will you please stop saying the word, "pussy"?

-[whispers] Fuck off. -[mouthing] Fuck you too.

Thank you, Carr, for understanding.

Of course... Doug didn't use a litter box.

No, he didn't. He went to the toilet.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

And he didn't cough up hair balls under the pillow.

But he was my very best friend...

in the whole world.

And we built a life together.

I get that. And I promise you will get through this.

You know, it wasn't easy for me either,

but eventually I learned how to soothe myself

without touching my pussy.

Okay. That's, uh, fine.

I'm going to let you grieve in your own way, but promise me, Dina,

that you'll call the funeral home

and make the appropriate arrangements,

-o-or I can help, just-- -I will take care of it.

Don't worry.

Okay.

In that case, we should leave you alone to mourn in private.

Uh, actually, I'd like to stay.

Sometimes the only thing to do in the presence of the dead

is to sit in silence.

There's something sacred about it.

Like, if you're quiet enough, you can still feel them.

Would you mind if I just sat with you for a little while?

[sobs]

I'd like that, Carr, thank you.

Okay, so I'll-I'll, uh, leave you to it.

And, um, just if you need me, I'll be in my car.

No one's going to need you.

I will be trying to scrub the words "crusty pussy"

from my brain.

♪♪

[rattling]

Zero proof Paloma.

Sure I can't throw a shot of José in there, Allura?

Thanks, Mike. Nope.

Keeping it classy and clear-headed tonight.

-Is this seat taken? -Saved for you.

You know, I figured you'd want to see me soon.

Why is that?

Because I missed you.

Mm.

I think you missed me too.

Drinks, us.

Like the old days when we were dating.

I asked you here for a reason, Chase.

And it's not nostalgic.

I have our divorce papers.

[Chase clears throat]

You know I heard about Doug?

I'm really sorry.

How's Dina holding up?

She's Dina.

She wants to be alone, and I get that.

I'm surprised that you wanted to do this in person.

Let's just say Doug's death has given me a new perspective.

I've seen the fallout from all the messy divorces,

and there's anger and grudges and regrets

that people take to the grave.

I don't want that to be us.

So, I have two things that I think will help us with that.

One: lots of paperwork.

-[sighs] -Everything we agreed on to the letter.

Thirty-six hours of work

from the finest paralegals in the country.

Great.

What's the second thing?

Chase Munroe...

[inhales sharply]

I forgive you.

Mike, I'll take that tequila shot, please.

[Chase] We all kinda laughed when he left.

[chuckles]

[sighs] Why couldn't it be like this all the time when we were together?

Because some benefits are reserved only for friends.

Yeah, but can't we have it all?

No one has it all. And I've seen a lot of marriages.

No, shitty marriages.

You're biased. I still have hope.

Chase, you have an addiction. You know that, right?

Love, sex, intimacy. It's, it's real.

Okay... I want to make things right.

I do. I just... [sighs]

I have no idea where to start.

Well, you have to do the ninth step.

It's what addicts do in recovery.

Make amends, come clean, ask for forgiveness.

But you've already forgiven me.

Not from me.

From everyone. All the women you slept with.

That's impossible.

I mean, it's not like I have a list.

[Allura chuckles]

I do.

[gulps audibly]

Come on. Emerald's very good at her job.

No way.

[doorbell rings]

Hola, Esperanza!

-I-- -Oh, I am so sorry,

but Ms. Standish isn't receiving visitors from the planet Cooze.

-[chuckles] -Ah!

I don't think so.

At this sensitive time,

she prefers to be surrounded by her closest friends.

Thanks for the flowers.

How lovely.

Nothing says "I care" like two minutes on a florist app.

But, you know, thanks for swinging by.

And please, change your hairstyle.

How do you sleep at night, Carr?

-Very well, actually. -Mm.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Propping up Dina's lunacy with all your pussy talk.

Disgusting.

All while her husband's turning to compost

right before her very eyes.

Dina needs someone she can trust to handle matters

which, tough noogies, is me.

Not some second-rate menopausal Princess Diana wannabe.

I'm still getting my period, by the way. I know that stings.

Oh, yes. Well, good for you.

Okay. Round of applause, you win.

Can't wait to watch you bleed out alone.

You see, at Grant, Ronson, and Greene, and Associates,

we still care about each other,

and that's why you'll never have a seat at our table.

Time will tell, won't it?

Might even be your seat.

Fuck you.

[Carrington] You wish.

Hey, brittle bones. I forgot.

She will be receiving tomorrow between the hours of 4:00

and 7:00 for a little gathering I've arranged.

Nothing fancy, just for, you know,

those on the periphery who want to pay their respects.

[Dina] Carr, darling, who's that?

Oh, no one.

Just some old bag in a cape.

[car engine roaring]

[Chase] I'm not really good at talking about this stuff,

you know, emotions,

but I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say

I'm sorry that I had sex with your twin sister.

And I'm sorry that I called you by her name.

You fucked Janet?

You guys are twins.

-You piece of shit! -You're identical.

You look just like your sister when...

Julia.

I wanted to say sorry

about the time I asked you to put your pinky in my hole.

Or was that your friend Rachel?

-You fucking asshole! -[gagging]

Emily.

Doesn't mean that we can't have a happy ending.

Oh, you want a happy ending? [grunts]

Ow! No, no! Ow, ow, ow! I didn't mean it like that!

I fingered your aunt at your birthday party,

-and I'm so sorry. I-- -You did what?

Victoria! Francesca!

Hey, Shay! It's me, Chase. Hello?

Yeah, I just, uh, was wondering if you're free later.

Fuck you, asshole!

-Come on, Amanda! -Go to hell, Chase!

-We can still be friends, right? -[Amanda] Fuck off!

That didn't go as well as I planned. [sighs]

-Yikes. -[car engine roars]

[woman] Get back here and take your cheap-ass flowers!

-Fuck you, motherfucker! -[tires squealing]

[grunts]

Fuck!

Hi. Oh, wow. Shit.

This ought to be good.

Yeah, I remembered that your favorite color is white.

White's not a color, it's a shade.

Oh.

Okay, let's do this.

[♪ soft romantic music playing]

So... yeah, I--

Oh, my God. This is really good.

-[chuckles] -Who knew the man could cook?

I hired someone.

Mm.

Look, I, uh...

I know I made you feel used.

And my own shame about us...

it hurt you.

You didn't hurt me, Chase.

What we had, it was transactional.

What you were was a wake-up call.

A reminder that... life's not fair,

and God does play favorites, and yeah.

It sucks, but it's not your fault.

Hey.

I forgive you.

[both laugh]

-Cheers. -[glasses clink]

Cheers.

♪♪

Thank you.

I'm almost done with my list. I only have one left.

You want a cookie?

No. No agenda. I just thought you should know.

Okay, maybe, maybe I do have one small agenda.

Look, I need your help with the last one.

Milan?

She asked me not to contact her.

She doesn't want me involved in her life or the kid's.

And so, you want me to talk to her?

I know that it's asking a lot.

Just didn't know who else to ask.

[sighs]

I'll do it, on one condition.

Anything.

That other agenda that's in your head?

Get it out. Now.

I'm not going to take you back.

Okay.

Look, I'm not saying that I think anything is going to happen.

But nothing is written in stone. You know?

Life, everything, it's always changing all the time.

How very Buddhist.

But seriously, you do this work for yourself.

We'll see.

No, we won't see.

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[♪ soft piano music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hello, ma'am. Would you like foie gras?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Champagne?

[indistinct chatter]

Emerald.

Hi. Thank you so much for coming.

-This is how they do wakes now? -Well...

I thought it was going to be 10 people, tops.

Sitting around sharing old memories and eating coffee cake.

Girl, the valet took my keys.

I saw a butler in there taking jackets.

Somebody handed me this fancy snack.

Well, that is truffle-stuffed foie gras mousse

on brioche toast, a specialty of Spago,

which happened to be their favorite restaurant.

Oh, wow. [chuckles]

I gotta hand it to you, girl.

You did good. I know Dina appreciates it.

Where is she? I want to pay my respects.

Uh, she's, uh, upstairs.

She, uh, she won't come down.

Let me handle it. She just needs a little coaxing.

She shouldn't be alone right now.

That's just it. She isn't.

Okay, I mean, of course,

Doug's memory is going to live on with her forever.

No, no. Uh... she is still with the fucking body.

-What? -Yes.

She refuses to leave it. Him.

She won't let them take it. Him.

It's like some fucked up Weekend at Bernie's situation.

I know you fucking lyin'.

[sighs] I wish I were.

You trying to tell-- Excuse me. Here. You...

You trying to tell me this woman is upstairs

with a corpse for three days?

Well, what is she acting like Doug took an extended nap?

Yeah, correct. It's nuts.

And now I feel like I fucked up.

You know, people are starting to talk.

No. You did great.

All the way down to the fancy goose liver.

Listen.

If she is choosing to bunker up there with Doug

instead of come down here and see her guests,

that is not on you.

Okay? It's not on you.

Emerald...

thank you for saying I did a good job.

I don't hear that a lot, and certainly not from you guys.

Means a lot.

Well, you know, sometimes it's the single moms

who got to roll up their sleeves and handle the messy shit.

♪♪

Oh, no, no. Don't, don't put that there.

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

Hey, Dina. How you doing?

Well, I was just looking at these photos of our Japan trips.

[laughing] Oh, my God.

He loved that silly kimono.

Dina, we need to talk.

Come on in.

Um, away from the deceased.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

Dina...

you've got a crowd of live people

waiting downstairs to comfort you.

And you asked us to give you time,

and we've respected that.

It's been three days. Tomorrow makes four.

It's over, baby.

We need to make arrangements.

-Now, have you-- -[Dina] No.

I have not.

Okay. Well, would you like me to--

No.

I would like you... to leave me,

so I can go back to our bedroom and grieve in peace.

Okay. Well, I don't feel comfortable doing that

until I know what your plans are.

I don't have any goddamn plans. Alright?

Well, actually, I do have a plan.

I'm going to stay next to my husband

until I am ready to say goodbye.

[Emerald] Wait a minute. Hold on. Hold on, Dina.

I don't think you're thinking clearly, okay?

[stammers] Maybe I could call a doctor.

Get him to prescribe you something

that might help you get control of your--

For fuck's sake!

I spent my entire life being in control.

I have lost the love of my life.

I think this is the one time

when I've earned the right to be out of control!

[sobs, sniffles]

Doug was everything to me, everything.

He made me believe in me,

in myself, in us.

Celebrating...

comforting...

challenging...

fighting...

[sniffles]

...uh, laughing.

And now he's just... gone.

Yeah, just like that, just like some...

book that's been... torn from your hand

before you know the end of the story.

Honey, I know how hard this is.

No, no, you don't get to stand there and tell me how hard it is.

You don't get to tell me it's time.

I'll decide when it's time.

Not you, not anyone else.

Oh, baby, come here. Come here. You're okay.

Let it out. I got you.

It's going to be okay.

[♪ bagpipes playing "Amazing Grace"]

Oh, God. No.

[♪ "Amazing Grace" continues]

[Carrington] Wow, okay. Hi, hi. Excuse me.

So, so sorry. Hi. What the fuck?

If I had wanted music, I would have hired Adele.

It's not about what you want.

Mm. I'm giving him the send-off he deserves.

And where are you sending him? To hell?

[attendees murmuring]

Ladies and gentlemen, in honor of Doug Moore,

half-Scot, all-legend,

I thought it was only right to give him...

a proper farewell.

-Thank you. Thank you. -[applause]

Dear God. The man wouldn’t even wear Burberry

'cause he couldn’t stand plaid.

Now he’s goddamn Braveheart?

Oh, no, just when you thought the vibes couldn't get any more awkward,

you show up with three screaming bladder sacks.

Well done.

You suddenly look a little constipated.

You know, Dina has some Metamucil in the kitchen.

Why don't you go get some and pinch one out?

Does it work for rotting pussies?

[Carrington] [chuckling] You'd know.

[♪ "Amazing Grace" resumes]

Alright, please shut the fuck up kindly.

-Thank you very much. -[♪ music stops]

-[birds chirping] -[dog barking in distance]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

[Allura] It's not going to work, what you're doing.

Going to Lamaze class?

You want to have this baby and raise it all by yourself,

be this independent single mother and owe nothing to Chase.

It's fucking admirable, but it never plays out like that.

And how do you know that?

[Allura] I've seen this a hundred times.

Step one, he'll sue you for custody.

Step two, three, four, five through a hundred,

you'll be dragged into this ugly legal battle

during what's supposed to be the best moment of your life.

He'll outspend you, out-lawyer you, and in the end,

you'll just end up sharing a child

with the person you've come to hate the most in this world.

-[sighs] -[Allura] But I have a solution.

And what is that?

Work it out now, before the baby comes.

Did he put you up to this?

[sighs]

I wouldn't have called if I didn't think it was the right thing to do.

[♪ solemn music playing]

Fine. But I'm only doing it

if you're going to be present as my legal counsel.

My office. Six o'clock tonight.

Alright. But he better be on good fucking behavior.

A bitch is tired.

[cell phone beeps]

[sighs]

[sighs softly]

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, best behavior.

Alright, so you want to talk, talk.

Uh, well, thank you

for coming here, Milan.

[cell phone keyboard clicking]

Um...

Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

I want to help in any way that I can.

[chuckles] Yeah, I knew you would say that.

I don't want your help.

I actually don't want you involved at all.

[sighs]

Uh... we can still be friends.

-Friends? -[Chase] Yeah, friends.

Like, it's a baby. This is exciting. It's supposed to be fun.

You really are a dumbass, aren't you?

-How's this for fucking fun? -Ohh!

Fuck! What is wrong with you?

I'm surprised you didn't catch it. Don't you play with balls for a living?

I'm a quarterback. I throw the ball.

Oh, quarterbacks throw?

Well, I'm about to throw these fucking hands 'cause--

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, Allura... -Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay.

-Okay. Alright. -Fuck boy! I fucking hate you.

-Take a beat and reset. -[Chase] The hell is wrong with you?

-Let's reset. -What's wrong with you?

-That's not good for the baby. -[Milan] Oh, yeah?

What's not good for the baby is how you want

your fucking sweet-ass cake and eat it too, right?

-I was the fucking toy to you... -[Chase] Alright.

...that you had on the fucking shelf...

-Fuck this. I'm out. -[Milan continues shouting]

-Chase. -[Chase] No, I'm out.

-Fuck you. -I came here to be nice.

I came here to offer you a shit-ton of money,

all with no strings attached.

Fuck your nice, and fuck your money! That shit is nasty.

It probably fucking smell like dirty dick and balls.

You know what? That baby's just as much mine as it is yours.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, I'll see you in court.

-Chase, don't. -No, enough with both of you.

I messed up, okay?

But you, you fucked your boss's husband.

So congratulations, we're both fucking shitty people.

And I have my rights, alright?

Men are people. It's not fair! I love that baby.

And I'm going to sue for full fucking custody.

And guess who's going to be my lawyer?

-Carr. -Out! Now!

-Go! -You want a tip?

Eye on the target, follow through.

Oh, yeah?

[thuds]

That's better.

-[door slams shut] -[Allura sighs]

[sighs]

[Carrington] Thank you, Libby.

Next time I need to clear a room,

I'll just skip the fire alarm and hire your fucking bagpipers.

Mm. Do you really think she was going to make an appearance

with all these Hollywood suck-ups

trying to get selfies with his Oscars?

-[Carrington and Liberty arguing] -Okay, cu-cut it.

Cut the shit, alright?

You both tried something. It didn't work.

Now we regroup together. Got it?

Okay.

-Where is everybody? -Oh.

My invitation said until 7:00.

Dina kicked everybody out.

What? Why?

'Cause she's paralyzed with grief.

She won't come out of her room.

And she won't let them take Doug's body away.

Oh, my God. Shit. Well, that's more than just grieving.

-[Emerald] Mm. -What do we do?

Maybe I should go up and talk to her?

No, we all go.

She can ignore one of us, but not the whole squad.

Well, I just don't have a lot of confidence

in the teamwork right now.

Well, then maybe you should sit this one out.

Okay, enough! Alright?

If you care about Dina, then both of you have got

to stop vying for teacher's pet, okay?

Get on the same page.

United we stand...

-Well, listen, she's drunk. -She is just being...

Oh! Fuck it!

Knock it off, both of you.

Dina is upstairs talking to a dead man.

Get your shit together. Come on.

Shit.

Hey, Dina, it's us. Is it okay if we come in?

Did the circus leave town?

Uh, yeah.

Everybody has packed up their tents and went home.

Sorry about the crowd. It was bigger than I expected.

I guess I just didn't realize how beloved he was.

And the music?

Yeah. Perhaps not my finest decision.

How are you doing?

Oh, look at this.

This is me and Doug the night he won his first Oscar.

Oh, my God, we were so young.

Look at us. Radiant.

Our whole lives in front of us.

You guys look so happy. You had something so special.

Please don't tell me how lucky I was.

You should have heard what people were saying down there

about your marriage,

about your life together, filled with envy.

And it wasn't about his career achievements either,

which is a rare thing in this town.

Yeah. You two really are the anomaly.

All the glitz, the awards,

all the showy nonsense that people chase

just to fill the void.

You didn't need any of it. You had the real thing, and it showed.

Hear, hear.

Look, I know you all want to help, and I really appreciate it.

But nothing you say

can lessen the pain

or bring him back.

[Dina sniffles]

Um... you know, Elijah,

that's my physics genius,

he was going on and on the other day

about energy this and quantum that,

just saying how the thing that animates us,

the life force,

the thing that makes us alive is energy.

And it's always moving and changing,

and it's never destroyed.

Not being bound up by the fucking body's limitations

like the rest of us.

Yeah, and-and that's why holding on to him...

I mean, this is... this is not him.

This is not the man you loved,

the man who lit up every room he walked into.

That energy has moved on.

[sobs]

[Liberty] It's time to let him go.

So he can keep moving, and so can you.

You keep him by holding on to the love, the memories,

the way he changed you.

That's where his energy will always be...

in you.

[softly] That's right.

♪♪

[sniffles]

I just keep thinking, "What if this was one of my boys?"

-I mean, God forbid. -Mm.

Wha-what could anybody say?

Yeah, I wouldn't want anyone to tell me

what to feel or how to be. Jesus.

That's why I've been against the whole marriage thing.

Maybe it's best not to get too close, you know?

Husband, kids. We're all going to get fucked over sooner or later.

Yeah, but playing it safe just because you don't want to get hurt?

Maybe that's what I'm doing. Letting Chase go.

Letting the love of my life go just because I'm scared.

No, that's not what you're doing, and you know it.

Absolutely not.

On the other hand, I don't know

that you're going to get someone better at your age.

Hey.

What?

♪♪

-[Liberty] 'Cause of this? -[Carrington] Yes.

[indistinct chatter]

Girls...

[sighs]

...call them.

Tell them to come get Doug.

It's time.

And thank you.

[♪ solemn music playing]

[zipper buzzing]

[Dina] Wait.

♪♪

♪♪

[knocking on door]

Wow.

[♪ "Diamond Veins" by French 79 feat. Sarah Rebecca playing]

♪ Blood-filled ♪

♪ Jewel of life ♪

♪ Take my soul ♪

♪ Take my sacrifice ♪

♪♪

[both moaning]

♪ Diamond veins ♪

♪ Running through me ♪

Say it.

We can't.

Say what you're feeling.

Chase, no.

I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you.

♪♪

[sizzling]

Hi.

What?

Nothing. I made you coffee.

Mm.

You know, I was surprised to see you after everything.

You mean, after the tantrum you threw in my office?

Tantrum I threw? She literally threw things at me.

You acted like a four-year-old.

She started it!

I rest my case.

So what changed your mind?

I don't know. Human urges. Sue me.

Oh.

And maybe, just maybe,

I'm a sucker for a dad who sticks up for his kid.

Oh. So you do believe men have rights?

Rights for men and women are not in competition.

Every human is entitled to their basic fundamental rights.

Like life, liberty...

and the pursuit of happiness.

What do you say we give this one more go?

[sighs]

♪♪

♪♪

[♪ music fades out]