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Previously on In Contempt.

Get off of me!

Favorite comfort food?

Oh, my dairy-free mac and cheese.

Chicken and waffles? Yes, chicken and waffles.

Dang, girl, you're killing it. How does she not know those things, and why not

me, Bennett?

I'm cheating on her with you. Well, if you're so worried about it, stop

cheating. Some things can't be fixed, you just learn a deal and you move on.

You guys keep saying this, but it's not getting any better, it's getting worse.

You had sex with her?

At the man's wedding shower?

I know I'm not innocent in this. When I turned a blind eye, when everything in

me told me that there was a connection between the two of you. Allison, I'm so

sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Really, Gwen?

When you screwed my fiance at my wedding shower, in my house, in my bathroom.

This is on me. It's on both of you.

But life doesn't allow us to go back and undo what happened.

It allows us to do better moving forward. I don't understand. Why are we

here? I want you.

But I'm not willing to share.

If you want me, it's all in. No looking back.

Can you look me in my eye right now and promise that to me?

The answer is no.

There's obviously unfinished business between the two of you.

I want you to finish it.

Maybe it's my connection with Buddhism that life is permeated with suffering

caused by desire.

And that suffering ceases when desire ceases.

Or I'm just completely masochistic.

Either way, I'm giving you 30 days.

30 days for what? To resolve, finish, or confirm whatever this is.

What's the catch? No catch.

If you want to be with her, then so be it.

But if you come back to me,

you're with me.

No more bullshit.

Fair? Wait, this whole thing seems weird. Gwen, if I were you, I would just

shut up and say thank you.

Do we all understand each other?

You might want to come by the house and grab a few things.

I don't want to see or hear from you until you decide.

And don't worry, I get 30 days too.

Is

she

even human? What the hell just happened? Allison.

Allison.

I'm taking over me.

You know you'll find a way to get me back every time.

She went back to the sick figure? I don't know. He just left me sitting

there and got up and ran after her, which I get, I guess. The whole thing

was just so messed up. Allison was Stepford-like calm. If it were me,

there'd be much more hair pulling. We'd definitely knuckle up.

My creditors calling you too?

No, just Dodson. What does he want now? Sex on top of the Empire State Building?

He left his wife.

He went?

For you? That shocked reaction is less than flattering.

I mean, it's great news, right? I don't know.

Him trying to make things easier just made things far more complicated.

Girl, only you could think a man wanting to be with you no strings attached was

complicated. I know that it sounds horrible, but him being married was part

of the thrill. Without the secret sex in his office and sneaking around, what's

the point?

Um, emotional connection.

You should, you know, give it a try.

Are you not going to work?

No, I'm still under Tom's force vacation.

So, uh, the walls will be washed and the gut will be cleaned when I get home? If

you hire a housekeeper, my name ain't Florent.

Okay, Weezy. Bye.

I was on my way to work.

Cop car pulls up.

Punk-ass cop asked me for my ID and what I was doing.

I was late, and I knew the stop was bullshit. So I told him I wasn't going

to allow him to search me.

So what happened? Let me guess.

Your face ended up against a brick wall.

Hood of a car.

A cop called me a nigger, said that he was going to crack my skull open. Did he

tell you why he stopped you? He said he saw a bulge in my pocket.

Smokes? Sell it.

Well, I talked to the prosecutor, and since you don't have a criminal record,

they're offering to drop the obstruction and resisting arrest charges and give

you time served if you plead guilty to disorderly conduct.

It's a violation, not a crime. It's like pleading guilty to a parking ticket. Oh,

hell no. No, no, no. I ain't copping out.

Well, since it's a misdemeanor, you don't get a jury, it's a judge trial.

And to win, we have to prove that the arrest was illegal, which means we have

to prove that it was done without what's called... Reasonable suspicion.

I know.

I've been stopped like 40 times in the past 11 years.

Excuse me? The first time I was stopped, I was 10 years old. In the past six

months, probably 12. Three times by this same cop.

No one held with that. No plea.

But... But here's what you need to know.

It's not a slam dunk, okay? The officer is going to lie about why he stopped

you. It's going to be your word against his.

I'm tired of this shit.

I'm tired of bending over cop cars and kissing the pavement.

I got to fight this.

Because if I don't fight it in here, I'm going to keep fighting it out there and

I'll probably end up dead.

And let's take it to him.

Did you know that between 2002 and 2015, over 5 million people were stopped and

frisked in New York City, and 86% of all stop and frisks were done without

reasonable suspicion.

In a city that is 66% minority, 81% of all stop and frisks are of black and

brown people. I didn't know it, but I knew it.

From personal experience.

Oh, you mean your arrest?

Yeah.

Don't tell me you've never been stopped in a department store, never had a white

person ask, may I help you in that tone where you know they don't really want to

help you?

Actually, no. I mean, I know it happens. I'm not saying it doesn't happen.

Followed in a department store?

Well... There it is.

Okay, after Oprah got stopped in Paris, I started to wonder.

I mean, if it happens to Oprah, right?

So I noticed this guy following me at the mall, but it was only that one time,

though. Trust me, you got followed a hundred times. You just didn't notice

it. The thing is, I don't know that he was following me because I'm black.

He wasn't following Susie Q. You can believe that.

And if you had confronted him, he would have made up some bullshit excuse that

sounded plausible on its face.

Which is what the cop will do here.

It's called tested lying. The cop who stopped Marcus will lie about the basis

for the stop. It's standard cop procedure.

DAs condone it. Judges don't question it. So how do we prove that he's lying?

You mean, how do you prove it?

Wait, what?

You're going to cross-examine the cop, rookie. Oh, my gosh.

Don't panic.

Focus. Now, how would we prove that he's full of shit? Well, I read that the

Bronx Defenders and the Center for Constitutional Rights took the city to

federal court over their stop-and-frisk policy and won a consent decree.

Now all the cops have to fill out a form stating their reasons every time they

stop and frisk someone. And you want to see all this cop's forms and see if all

of his stops are bogus.

It's a great idea, except when you subpoena the police department, they're

going to move to quash it. Do you know why?

The prosecution will argue that the forms related to the cop's previous

stops aren't relevant to evaluating reasonable suspicion in this particular

case. Look who's been paying attention.

So what do we do?

Get that cop to make it relevant.

Okay. Tracy, take your key with you next time you go running.

God.

Oh, my God. Hi.

I... I wasn't expecting company.

Can I come in?

It's a nice place.

Yeah, well, uh, Architectural Digest wanted to photograph you, but I told

them no.

I want to apologize for this. Bennett, you don't owe me an apology.

I made a mistake.

You are not my man, and someone was bound to get hurt.

That someone was me.

But that's what I get, because I know better than to play with fire. How

spontaneous are you?

What? Have a car waiting for us downstairs.

That 30 days, it starts now.

Okay, give me, give me 10 minutes.

I observed the defendant in a high-crime neighborhood with a bulge in his

waistband area that I suspected was a weapon.

We followed him for a short distance, at which time he engaged in furtive

behavior. What did you do?

I got out. I asked the suspect to take his hands out of his jacket pockets and

to show me some ID.

He immediately became verbally combative with me. How so?

He refused to be searched.

I informed him that if he continued to be uncooperative, that I was going to

have to arrest him.

He continued to refuse, so I placed him in custody.

No further questions.

So... You say you had several reasons you decided to follow, Mr. Dermay?

Don't ask him. Tell him. Yeah, like I said, bulge, neighborhood, furtive

gestures, like a trifecta of suspiciousness.

Uh, but the first thing... It was the bulge.

Could have been a gun. Is she... It was off the street. It was job one. Okay,

refocus. Officer, you stated that the defendant acted suspiciously, right?

Objection. Sustained.

When you stopped him, you said that he didn't want to be searched.

Objection. Sustained.

Seriously, Noreen?

Officer,

can you please restate what the defendant's furtive movements were

exactly? When he saw that we were following him, he changed direction,

kept looking over his shoulder at us. He looked at you. Sounds so suspicious.

Now you can object.

Okay, let's quit the games, Counselors. The bulge in Mr. DeMay's jeans turned

out to be a cell phone, right?

Yeah, but... And there are lots of reasons why a person walking down the

street carrying a cell phone might turn in another direction when they see you

coming, correct?

Legitimate reasons, no.

How about they don't like cops? Or their cousin was beat up by a cop? Or how

about it's their God-given right to walk in whatever direction they damn well

choose?

Counselor, I've got ten years in the force.

And let me tell you, usually when someone's avoiding the police, they're

doing something wrong.

So when you stop someone, it's always justified, right?

Yes. Because you would never illegally stop someone on a whim or because they

just looked fishy, would you? Never.

Judge. This officer just said his stops are always justified and that he never

illegally stopped someone.

The subpoena for the UF 250 forms allows us to evaluate the credibility of that

answer. Grant Gathers, counsel for the New York City Police Department. Your

Honor, this subpoena is overly broad, cumbersome to respond to, and requests

material that is irrelevant to the matter at hand today. How is it

irrelevant? Because the other stops this officer made are not relevant as to

whether he had reasonable suspicion in this stop.

Of course they are.

Let's say he stops 100 people, and all the forms for those stops appear to give

valid reasons for those stops, but maybe one or two of those people actually have

contraband. Then, arguably, he's lying when he fills out those forms, and thus

lying here.

And if he stops more people than his fellow officers, then we'll know that he

thinks that every person he sees in a high-crime neighborhood is a criminal in

need of a good frisk.

Not a girl, Miss Hastings.

Nice to see a rookie gain her footing.

Your Honor, this is the worst kind of fishing expedition.

I tend to agree with the fishing expedition part.

This police department is turning communities of color in this city into

civil rights free zones.

By way of example, in Brownsville, Brooklyn in 2009, 93 out of every 100

residents were stopped by the NYPD.

And that's why the Bronx defenders won their lawsuit, and that's why these

officers have to fill out this form.

It's also why a federal monitor is dealing with this issue.

I'll take the defense's request for a subpoena under advisement. Your Honor,

that...

Mr. Briggs, don't press your luck.

What is this place?

It's a wellness retreat center.

With activity periods?

Come on, it can be fun. It's like a cross between a spa and a summer camp.

You know being around white folks in robes makes me nervous, right?

Well, with a sip of noble tea, it probably reduces the dread of them.

Yeah, but no one here is wearing any regular clothes. It's not a nudist

colony, is it?

And I was sweeping.

I thought we had a rule, Richard.

No public meetings.

Thank you.

Well,

I left Audrey, and this is far enough away from the courthouse.

Except we can't have sex here, honey.

Unless you have a thing for public bathrooms I don't know about.

I thought it would be nice if we shared a meal.

Or we just talked. I actually got to know each other.

Glass of Chardonnay.

Okay.

What do you want to know?

Well, I know you grew up in North Carolina.

So, tell me about your family.

Two brothers, one sister.

And were you all close growing up?

We got along fine.

Define fine.

My brothers and I were like peas in a pod, and my sister and I, we just always

fought.

Was she jealous of you?

I don't know, actually. She just never really liked me.

That must have been hard.

Your turn.

I grew up in New Jersey. My father was a lawyer.

I wanted to be a painter, but then I met Audrey, and she got pregnant.

You know, you never asked me about Audrey.

You never asked why the marriage was working.

Because I don't really want to know, sure.

Okay, why wasn't your marriage working?

Thank you.

Well, I don't think I was ever really in love with her.

I think we reached a point where marriage was the next right step.

Also, you never asked me why I didn't leave her. I just figured you didn't

have the balls.

Well, okay.

What about you? What about me what?

Why are you sleeping with married men?

Men? I assume I'm not the first.

Respects the question, doesn't it?

What are you avoiding?

You know what, sugar? I forgot that I have cases going on in Part F this

afternoon.

I booked a hotel room for us tonight.

Yeah, it's going to be 20 questions again, or can we just screw it?

We can just screw it. Good.

I'll see you tonight, then.

I was on my way to class at Manhattan Community College.

Cops rolled up on me.

That one asked for my ID and what I was doing.

I told him that I knew my rights and I ain't consenting to no search.

He threw me on top of his car, searched me anyway, cussed me out, called me a

nigga. Could you explain why you didn't cooperate with Officer Porter?

I was just tired of being stopped.

It's always the same. I got a bulge in my waistband, my jacket pocket in my

pants, or I fit the description.

You know, that's a favorite one of theirs.

Except they never tell you what the description is.

How has... Constantly being stopped by the police affected your life.

Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?

It goes to show Mr. Jermay's state of mind, Your Honor. To be convicted of

obstructing governmental administration, he has to have intended to interfere

with the officer's lawful duties.

If he only intended to assert his rights during an unlawful stop, that intent did

not exist.

Overruled. I've gotten five cell phones broken by being slammed against walls.

I got a scar on my left cheek from being thrown to the ground.

Anything else?

My time.

I got to build an extra 30 to 45 minutes just to get where I'm going just in case

I get stopped.

And that's not even enough time.

Last time I was stopped, I was late for a job interview and I didn't get hired.

It just messes with you.

All I want is to be able to walk down the street in peace in my neighborhood,

in my city.

Thank you, Mr. DeMay.

Mr. Dermot, you said you did not cooperate because you were tired of

being stopped. Is that correct?

Yes. So you were angry?

Yes. You didn't want the officer to search you? I wanted to be treated with

respect. So if he treated you with respect, would you have cooperated?

Maybe. I don't know. Your Honor, being tired of being stopped isn't a defense

to obstructing governmental administration.

It is if the stop was unlawful, which is why, again, we need a ruling on the

subpoena.

You'll have my decision soon, Mr. Riggs.

Why is he putting us off?

He wants to give it to us. He knows if he does, he'll have the chief judge

banging on his door. The chief of police was already banging on hers.

Which way do you think he's going to go?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I mean, look at these activities.

Mineral forging for mindfulness.

Quantum consciousness?

Okay, wait.

Floating meditation.

Watch stress, tension, and worry dissipate as you float weightlessly in

our silk hammocks and experience the serene vibrations of healing crystals.

Hold on. May cause motion sickness.

Well, they have drumming and tightrope walking. That could be fun.

Hold on. Horse painting?

They're painting the side of an actual horse?

Okay, that's stupid.

Yeah. But keep an open mind.

Why? So I can work with bees in an apiary? You know, there could be some

fun stuff here, you know?

Okay.

Okay. Look, Brazilian martial arts.

Martini master class. Now I can get behind those things.

I have to say this place is relaxing.

Yeah, you don't want this problem.

NYPD doesn't want to set a precedent for releasing this data, so I'm offering

your guy an ACD.

Interesting.

Take the deal before the judge rules or it's off the table.

They don't want the judge to sign the subpoena, so they've made an offer.

They'll dismiss the charges after six months as long as you don't get arrested

again. So I gotta act like a good little nigga anytime they stop me, y'all. That

would be a fair assumption.

What you think?

I think the DA's seen the data and they know they don't have a pot to piss in.

I think they're running scared and I'd love to hand that cop over.

Then that's what we do.

Why don't you just do me from behind, okay? I gotta get home.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm fine.

Is the hotel room?

I know, it's a little too clean this time, isn't it? No, it's a nice room.

How about you and I get an apartment together?

What?

No.

No.

How are we going to take this to the next level? Next level? Honey, this is

the only level you're going to get.

I risked my career for you.

I covered for you. You want to blackmail me into... Tracy.

I love you.

Don't say that.

Don't ever say that.

I gotta go.

The last step before we close our dream catcher is the beads.

Now, as you reach for the beads, let's all offer a silent prayer to

Grandmother.

Glorious Grandmother, Ojibwe Spirit, guide me toward healing my body and

catching my dreams.

Just three night guilties in a row, please.

Now, let's open our eyes and weave with wonder.

Thank you, Grandmother.

Yeah, thank you, Grandmother.

This is very beautiful.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

You're Bennett Thompson.

I've read all of your books.

Thank you, Eunice.

It's very flattering.

Oh, I just saw on Twitter you got engaged.

This must be your fiancé. Is it Ashley?

Or Allison?

No, actually, this is my sister.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

I've considered the defense's motion for a subpoena, and while I'm sensitive to

the issues, I find that the forms the officer filled out for other stops have

little bearing on this one.

The motion for the stop and frisk data is denied. Judge, you can't let these

cops continue to get away with this. I'm sorry, Counselor, this just isn't the

right forum. They roam around black communities like an occupying force. I

gave you my decision. They do whatever the hell they want. Counselor, stop

talking. That cop stopped my client for no other reason than he's black. You

know it. I know it and she knows it. Mr. Riggs, I have given you my decision. The

forms are not relevant.

Now, how would you like to proceed?

We need a continuance so I can secure a witness, Your Honor.

What witness?

I don't owe you a heads up on our witnesses.

No, no, let's keep it civil.

The case is continued until tomorrow.

Who's the witness?

We don't have a witness.

Charlie, I want to win this too, but we can't lie to the court.

Were you even listening?

Everybody's lying.

Nobody cares.

Damn it! I just want to take his face and... You talking about Judge Adler,

Nassar, or the cops?

All of them.

Honey, you knew you weren't going to get that subpoena. Because if you got it,

we'd all subpoena them at every stop. Adler would have NYPD up his old wrinkly

ass. Yeah, yeah.

I know this one feels personal, but it's not.

It damn sure felt personal when they had me face down on that cop car with my

hands cuffed behind my back. And I'm sure it feels pretty damn personal to

Marcus, too. He was stopped by that particular cop three times.

But it's not personal to them.

Which gives them the advantage. Honey, you have to take your emotions out of

it. I'm starting to think we're never going to get these guys, unless we get

them on tape.

What if we already have?

This cop has stopped Marcus numerous times, so he's probably stopped a lot of

other people more than once.

What if there's a video of one of those stops just waiting for the opportunity

to be put to good use?

But how are we going to find out if there's a tape?

Ride through the neighborhood with a bullhorn?

Sort of.

I'm starting not to hate her as much.

Gwen. Your sister?

Gwen.

Your sister?

Look, I panic when they recognize me.

Who do you think you are?

Stephen King? Who cares who recognizes you?

What was I supposed to say? Yes, this is Allison. No, this is not my fiance. This

is the woman that I cheated on with when she gave us 30 days. Who cares?

Hey, I'm bone to the right of Bennett Thompson for 30 days and his fiance

Allison knows it. Stop. Get off me.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

Wait, I'm a public figure. What was I supposed to do? I think we never got sat

down and got our story straight. We do not need a story.

It is simple. Are we here together or not? Yes, we are.

But I spent an entire life with Allison, and until you came back into the

picture, I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I just can't press

a button and erase all that.

So where does that leave me?

Like a sister?

Yes.

Like a very, very hot sister.

You heard me say sister, right?

Oh, so this was all just a vowel problem.

Yes.

This is Charlie Riggs with the Defenders Association.

And what I'm looking for is people, in particular, black folks, who, um... Cut.

Cut. Cut.

You ain't Ava DuVernay. You ain't directing my video. Well, someone has

to. That was terrible.

What happened to making love to the camera? You just blew chunks all over

it. Really helpful, Trace.

Okay, I took a public speaking class once, and they taught us that it helps

to have a mental image of someone and pretend you're speaking to them.

So, uh...

I'll just stand behind the laptop, and you can pretend you're speaking to me.

Okay.

Hey, what's up? This is Charlie Riggs, and I'm a lawyer defending a young

brother that's tired of getting stopped and frisked by this guy. If you have

video proof of him messing with you or someone else, I could really use it,

please share it with the hashtag NothingInMyPocket.

Could be worse. Could be worse? I was Denzel-ing that shit.

Okay, Denzel, calm down. Now, how are we gonna get this out there?

What about Bennett?

He has, like, 200,000 followers on Twitter.

You want me to call him in? Where is she?

With Bennett.

No, I'll call.

Good luck, sugar.

Hey, Charlie.

Hey, where you at?

At the Bellandini.

What's that?

You wouldn't believe it. It's like a psych ward for the granola crowd.

Uh, about the other night, I was out of line.

No, I, um, I should have never dragged you to that whack-ass wedding show in

the first place.

No, what you do and who you do it with, that's your business.

Yeah, but our friendship is important to me. No worries.

Friends to the end, right?

So listen, I can't really talk right now.

I need a favor.

I put together a little video trying to hustle up black men that have been

stopped by this one cop using the hashtag nothing in my pockets.

Oh, I like it. But I need somebody with a huge following so we can get the video

to go wide.

You think Ben will do me a solid? I don't see why not.

Hold on you can ask him Bennett Charlie has a question

Hey Charlie, what's up?

Right Good and I can make work I'll text you my publicist number

and she'll take it from there

I'm sorry. Waiting on your date match, you date? Excuse me?

I'm not on date match. Oh, just on the ring.

Aren't you the nosy bartender?

No, I'm dirt.

Tracy, no ring.

My luck, you're either gay and or taken.

Neither.

So what's your pleasure?

If we're talking about a drink, vodka, soda, splash of cream.

Some white girl.

All right.

If you then.

Bourbon. Straight up.

Now we're getting somewhere.

So what is it?

Your place or mine?

Whichever's closer.

How did you snag a job at Snapchat?

Oh, they recruited me. You know, they flew me out to L.A. four times for

interviews. Did he tell you how much he's banking?

Are we seriously talking money at the table? Yeah.

That much?

Yeah, well, greed is good.

So how's the Defender Association?

It's definitely an adjustment.

I have, like, 100 misdemeanor cases at any one time, and I just had my first

trial. What? Lucky you. I don't get any trial experience, but I am getting a

bigger office at Caltech. You are? I spearheaded the document review on one

of our biggest pharmaceutical cases.

Partner sat me down last week. People work at the association for years before

they even get their own office.

You're just constantly hustling trying to get your client a fair deal.

Fair? They're criminals.

You're wrong. I just offended a guy that got stopped by the cops 40 times just

because he's black.

And a woman who went to jail because she bounced a check for $356.

She has kids.

Seriously, man, you gotta get out of that place.

Yeah, I mean, if you want to do criminal, you can just do white collar

at Caldwell.

And why work in the gutter if you can work in the penthouse?

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday.

For tonight's main course, we will be preparing sticky peanut cauliflower

wings. Oh, hold on. Sorry.

Cauliflower have wings? Or do you actually mean chicken?

No, we just call them wings.

So is this cauliflower?

Right. The idea of vegan food.

sign us up for the vegan class?

I didn't know straight out. She was second running up on Competitive Kitchen

2015. Sorry, there's been a misunderstanding.

I thought we were making actual food.

Don't say the leftovers.

Ms. Hastings, call your next witness.

At this time, the defense would like to call everyone who has been stopped and

frisked by Officer Porter in the last six months.

Objection! What is going on? These men were all stopped by Officer Porter for

having bulges, which turned out to be keys, phones, wallets, cigarettes,

tissues. If any of you were subsequently arrested, please raise your hand.

And these are just the people we know about.

Your Honor, the visual aids are inappropriate.

And yet, uh, effective.

Officer Porter does appear to be a little trigger-happy on the stop and

frisk. This is crazy!

How do we know what each one of these men is saying is true?

Are we going to put all 40 of them on the stand so I can cross-examine them? I

do also have 20 videos, Your Honor. I'd be happy to play them for you. I don't

think that'll be necessary.

Do you have a motion, Ms. Hastings? I move for a directed verdict of not

guilty.

Granted.

Yes, yes, I move.

Okay.

Go to work.

I suggest...

You give these to the serge over at the 25 and he can hand them out at roll call

tomorrow. Any officer that illegally stops Mr. DeMay again is going to be

personally joined to the civil suit he's about to file against the city and the

police department.

Gwen.

I don't want to talk.

We don't have to.

I understand, but I'm not going anywhere.

how about the vomit peanut naan wings not nearly as good if i'd have been

sharing it with you you know this is which part all of it this whole place is

ridiculous it's so allison and that's the thing i'm not her i'm not vegan or

perfect or any of that and you can't just slot me in i'm sorry okay i thought

all women kind of like this place i didn't think it through what am i doing

i mean really we're trying you're trying

It's like I'm a new pair of sneakers or a new vegetable and you're

experimenting, which makes me the experiment.

And I feel like I'm constantly auditioning and that sucks. Gwen, you

don't have to audition.

You got the part.

Can we just take a second and reset?

Hey, we still got 28 days. No, you have 28 days.

You get to just sit there and decide who you love and I got nothing. You have all

the power.

Allison has all the power. She's no dumbass. She's the one who's setting the

timetable and giving you the choice.

And she's turning me into a freaking performing seal.

And this is you being a performing seal? Yes, and I hate this shit.

But I'm running around here pretending to like dream catching, and I'm turning

somersaults and barking for fish.

Gwen, you don't have to prove anything.

I want you just the way you are.

And to prove it, come in.

to be honest i kind of really hate vegan food inflatable you know you can say

what you want about the activities in this place but they really won't let you

do anything oh

goodbye

pranayama mudra meditation hello new york city hey do me a favor and get the

map out the glove compartment

God, who uses paper maps anymore? Call me retro, but I have a shortcut and I

want to make sure. There's no map, but what are these?

I have an apartment.

I have mine, those are yours.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Let's spend some real time together. Let's make a go at this.

Really? Yes. You want to drive?

Hell yeah.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I forgot this is a stick shift.

Mm-hmm.

I think I got this.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, sorry. You want me to take over?

No, I don't think so. I think I got it.

Gwen!

I'm just messing with you.

Sir, something wrong? What I'm about to say isn't the beginning of a discussion,

but the announcement of a decision.

Okay. It's been fun.

But? But this is where I leave you.

Why?

I'm a free man.

We don't have to hide anymore. We can be together in public. What did you think

this was?

Dating? Going steady?

Tracy, I left my wife for you.

We've got something going. No, we had sex going. Lots and lots of great kinky

sex. But if you thought this was anything more than mutual get-an-off, or

if you thought that giving me a pearl necklace meant that we had a

relationship, that's on you.

So you think you can just end this like that?

Sugar, I just did.

Can I get a shot of whiskey?

I need to wash the stay away.

One more here, too, please.

Looks like somebody unclenched.

Do not come for me unless I send for you.

Well, well, look at that.

Bambi finally grew a backbone.

Why are you depressed? Who won?

Well, it's my friends.

Never mind. Two more.

Make that three.

What is with you two?

You think you got hammered in court instead of making that cop look like the

asshole he is? Where's Gwen?

Cat skills.

Good for her.

Isn't it? Vanessa, hon, do you have a Hamilton?

Yeah. Good. Feed the jukebox. Okay, you rule. My money, my picks.

Uh-oh.

Don't give up.

Last man standing wins.

What are you talking about?

Sweater and I are just friends.

Okay.

You know you love me. I know you care.

Really, Vanessa?

Dear Lord, I told you not to let her pick.

Poor dance.

Stop the madness.

Yeah, I got the same idea.

Holy shit.

Tessa? Campanelli?

You must be mistaking me for someone else. No, no, I'm not. I've been looking

all over for you. You're Tessa. I must have said one of those faces.