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Previously on
Necessary Roughness...

"T," it's rehab right now,

or you will be cut
from the New York Hawks.

Hi, Terrence.
Welcome to Two Oaks.

I am not an addict.
I am an athlete!

The Hawks managed to acquire
Joe "Toes" Kittridge

just 24 hours ago.

What this means for
Terrence King, nobody knows.

My bro left me a couple of
plants, but my yard's too small.

You mean weed.

Hi, officer.
What seems to be the problem?

You mind stepping out
of the car, son?

Noelle Sarris,
Sportscom3.

I'm told
you're my handler.

You ready to handle me,
Donnally?

Your office was bugged,

so you've suspended
your therapy practice?

That's right.

You are not to help
Juliette Pittman.

She's Marshall's daughter,
not yours.

I have strict instructions
from your father

not to step in again.

Marshall Pittman is dead.
They found his body.

Nico, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sports are about
split-second decisions.

You going left or right?

Gonna get in someone's face

or lay back
and see what happens?

And these choices are made
with the crowd screaming

and the game going by
at the speed of light.

Hut!

There's the snap.

Evans drops back in the pocket,
looking to pass.

Whoo!
Was he inbounds?

Touchdown, Hawks!

Joe "Toes" Kittridge,

the newest addition
to this franchise,

is making a huge impact
on the Hawks' offense.

But the worst thing
you can do is stop,

because once you're frozen,
the game will pass you by,

and you may never
catch up again.

♪ One of these days,
the sky's gonna break ♪

♪ and everything will escape

♪ and I'll know

♪ One of these days,
the mountains are gonna fall ♪

♪ into the sea

♪ and they'll know

♪ never fall away

Juliette, I'm sorry
about your father.

Well...
that was fantastic.

Oh!

I went looking for a yogurt pop
and found a fishsicle.

Yeah.
That's Mr. Fishy.

I know that, but are we
keeping him around

until science can find a way
to bring him back to life?

No. I just haven't had time
to give him a proper burial.

Ma, don't you just
flush fish?

We are not flushing
little dude.

Ho, ho, ho, bitches.

Jolly old Saint dick,
wishing everybody a merry rehab.

Look at you.

Yeah, look at me,
but not for too long,

lest the brilliance
blind you!

I got you something.

♪ Do-bi-di-bi-do-do-doo

Money clip
for Mr. Money Ball.

You didn't
have to do that.

Trust me -- I did.

Making amends.

Glad you're back.

The King has returned.

Terrence King,
as I live and breathe.

Oh, what's up,
coach?!

I have
something very special for you,

made from real bear --
myedvyed.

I kill
with my own bare hand!

Welcome back, Terrence.

Thanks, Coach.
I'm here to work.

Good.

Suit up.

All right!
What are you all looking at?

Let's get started!

There it is.

Five minutes!

Dr. Santino?

Oh!

What's up?

Haven't seen much of you
these past few weeks.

I know. I-I have been
so unbelievably busy.

Have you?

Yeah.

Okay.
Do we need to talk?

No.

Not until I know what it is
that I want to say.

And seeing as I don't know
what I want to say,

then we do not
need to talk.

What aren't we
talking about?

Pittman.
T.K.

What the hell was that?

Juliette.

Is she breathing?
Yeah. Just drunk.

Juliette, come on. Wake up.

It's just a guess, but if we
put the door back together,

I bet we'd find the "F."

Ladies and gentlemen,
meet the new owner of the Hawks.

♪ Work your magic on me

♪ Necessary Roughness 2x12 ♪
Frozen Fish Sticks
Original Air Date on January 23, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Coffee.

Electrolytes.

I can't eat that.

It sops up the alcohol.

It takes the edge
off the caffeine.

And you...
look a little thin.

Thin is in.

Drinking, for you,
is not.

I wasn't drinking.
I had some drinks.

So, the reading of the will
didn't go as you expected?

Daddy left me the team,

not the cosmetics company,
not the airline --

not even a record label.

The team.

It's worth
a billion dollars.

Do you know
how many birthdays I spent

being ignored
in a luxury box

while my dad doted over
his oversized action figures?

I hate football.

Hate.

Hate!

Juliette,
what can I do to help?

She wants
to sell the team?

Yes.

When?
Immediately.

No.
Not gonna happen.

Come on --
the league will be thrilled

with the end
of the Pittman era.

"Thrilled" doesn't even begin
to describe the euphoria.

Right.

But the Hawks are 3-1,
fans are engaged,

and there's nothing
more important

to a professional league

than a thriving
New York franchise.

What this team needs
is stability.

So you tell Ms. Pittman

to go get
a couple of hundred facials,

and then
after the season --

Ms. Pittman won't accept
after the season.

She wants it
to happen now.

Hank, listen,
this girl...

...she's a mess --
10 times worse than Marshall,

who at least
knew football.

How are free agents
supposed to take us seriously

if our franchise is being run
by...our own Paris Hilton?

The league picks the buyer,
manages the terms.

She shows up and, without drama,
signs the papers.

Can she accept that?

I'll let you know.

♪ With the old-school,
old-school club ♪

My first question is, why
haven't you aged in 10 years?

Oh, you're too kind,
Dr. Gunner.

Hey, please, no.
Just "Al" or "Albert."

That said, if you're here
to get me to change your A-minus

in experimental psych,
no, no, no.

I'm sticking
by my earlier ruling.

Okay.
Sit, sit.

Actually, Al,
I need to get a referral.

I am a bit...stuck.

Define "stuck."

Uh,
there was this incident

that forced me
to stop seeing clients.

And t-the incident
is all cleared up,

but for some reason,

I'm having trouble
restarting my practice.

It's been over a month,
and I honestly don't know why.

Hmm.
"I don't know" means --

Means I...
I don't want to tell you.

There you go.

Ah.
You taught me that.

I did indeed.

Maybe it's because

my most challenging client
is coming out of rehab,

and I'm not sure what kind
of shape he's gonna be in

or because I had a-a dalliance
with a co-worker.

Or maybe
it has something to do

with the fish
I have in my freezer.

What, like tuna,
halibut?

Pet-store beta.

You're right.
It's a good idea.

What's a good idea?

That you see me.

Oh. Oh, no, no.

That's not
what I was asking you.

Oh, come on.
Listen, listen.

If you wanted a referral,

you could have
just left a voicemail.

No, no.

You know that I know
that you know

what you need is somebody
who won't let you off the hook.

But I thought that you weren't
seeing private clients anymore.

Well, I'm not, really --
unless they intrigue me.

Okay. I've got some time,
actually, later today.

Oh, yeah, no.
That's...no good for me.

What could possibly be
more important

than your mental health?

My son's legal issues.

100 hours of picking up
roadside trash?

I'm a first-time offender,
still a minor, okay?

Average sentence
is only 20 hours.

Yeah, well,
it's a hell of a lot better

than an orange jumpsuit

and some cellmate
named Spazz or Muscles.

You do realize how lucky you got?
Yes.

And that that could have
gone on your permanent record?

Yes.

And you comprehend
how monumentally stupid it was

to hide pot plants
in my backyard?

Ma! Yes!

Lucky, yes. Comprehend, yes.
Utterly and completely stupid.

No! Monumentally stupid.

Monumentally stupid.

And yes, I'm sorry.
And I'm gonna make this right.

Uh-huh, 'cause you're gonna do
your 100 hours

without incident, and then
you're gonna do another 20 hours

of chores for me
just because!

How's that sound?

Totally fair.

All right,
let's see it, Terrence.

Nice grab, Mr. King.

Yeah.
Little slow.

Trying to make it
look pretty.

It'd look a lot prettier

if you'd have
caught that pass in stride.

Well, you can't really
run and jump at the same time,

unless you're in the circus,
huh, Toes?

Well, no,
you wouldn't have to jump

if you just ran
a 20-yard break

instead of cutting it short
at 18.

I know you are not trying
to tell me how to play football.

No, I'm just telling you
how we got to be

the number-one pass offense
in the league --

precision routes,
timing, accountability --

that kind of thing.

Well, uh,
Kittridge, is it?

Yeah, listen.

I know that in my absence,

you became
the "Toes-T" of the town.

Yeah.

But, uh, I'm still
the King of this castle.

Comprendo?

Uh, I believe
that's "comprende."

All right. Special teams in.
Offense, take a break.

Touché, douché.

Offense taking a break --
that's a good idea.

Full of good ideas.

I know Toes could use
some Haterade!

Seems to me
that he's dehydra-hated!

How's T.K. looking?

Better than expected.

His attitude?

Eh, too early to tell.

Well,
what are you thinking?

You want to play him
Sunday?

I'm glad to have him back,
but the way offense is going,

no reason to rush
for the Washington game.

I agree.
Let's keep him in civvies.

Yeah.

Hey, rock, paper, scissors
to see who has to tell him?

I got to go.

Grant me the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,

the courage
to change what I can,

and the wisdom
not to take Toes out

and just beat him
like a rented government mule.

What you smiling about?

I'm proud of you.

You're working the program.

Yeah,
I'm working the program.

No drinking,
no drugs, no sex,

not until I can keep Audrey II
here alive for like six months.

One case of root rot, and there
goes T.K.'s root chakra.

My sex life has been reduced
to foreplay with a ficus.

I don't get it.

I have done everything
that everybody's told me to do,

and I don't feel
any better.

I feel naked.

Mm-hmm. That's exactly
where you should be.

The way it should be?
I --

and should I be eating
like a pig, too?

Is -- is that normal?

That is your body
looking for a dopamine high,

which is a hell of a lot better
than a dope high.

Okay, fine.
I am trying to do this right.

I really am trying
to do this right.

But now they're telling me
that I can't play?

I got to play. I need to play.
I-I have to play.

I got to do something
normal in my life

or I will
jump out of my skin, Doc.

You know, can we please start
having these sessions

back at your office?

Fluorescent lights
make me look fat.

I feel like such a fraud.

I have this frozen pet fish
in my freezer.

My son is...
Juvey McJuverson.

How am I qualified
to help other people?

It's like I suddenly feel
incapable of doing my job,

like I have hit a wall.

I don't know. Maybe I'm done
with being a therapist.

Bullshit.

Sorry?

Bullshit.

We both know you are not
going to quit your job,

so let's not follow
Alice in Pityland

down the rabbit hole.

Let's get back to the dalliance
with the co-worker.

Why?

Why not?

Because it's not
the key to my psyche.

I-it was an external event.
It happened. It's over.

Body language.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

We kissed.

And then?

And then nothing!

Why are you so consumed
with this one thing?

Because you tried to bury it
between the frozen-fish section

and your son's brush
with the law.

Is this how you talk
to all of your clients?

It's how I talk to my clients
who are practicing avoidance.

I-I am not avoiding.

Aren't you?

Oh, come on, come on.

No, I-I --

wait a minute!
Where are you going?!

I've got some leftover
coq au vin in the fridge

and six episodes
of "Downton Abbey" on the DVR.

But when you're ready to get
real, yeah, give me a call,

'cause I'd sure love
to schedule another session.

She's late.
Five minutes.

Seven minutes.

Are you gonna make
a federal case over 120 seconds?

We busted our humps

to put together potential buyers
on her timeline.

The least Juliette can do
is show up for a meeting.

And I have arrived.

Uh -- oh, no, I don't need
to see any of your buyers,

because I've already found
my own.

Come in!

Yo, yo!

What up, homeys?

Is this where
I drop my millions at?

Hank, Nico,
meet Deez Ballz.

It's about to go down,
bro.

Deez Ballz?

You expect the league to sell
the Hawks to a man named...

Dwayne Brewer. Deez Ballz
is just his rapper name.

The fact that he has a rapper
name sums up the whole problem.

What he has is a slew
of entertainment financiers,

all of whom
love New York football.

Nico, this is not
the process we discussed.

This is not his process.

It's my process,
because this is my team.

Which you want to sell.

After being controlled
for the last 23 years by daddy,

the last thing I want is for
them to treat me the same way.

So until I sell,
I will hire whoever I like,

and I will fire
whoever I like.

And if I want to sell
to Deez Ballz or Dem Ballz

or any other kind of Ballz, then
that's exactly what I'll do.

Juliette!

Juliette!

Juliette.

No, no --
Oh!

Oh, you got to signal
before making a u-turn there.

Sorry. Sorry.

You okay?
Yes.

Thank you for asking.

Hey, T.K. said that you are not
going to dress him for the game.

No -- football decision.

You got to understand that
he's just coming out of rehab.

It's like he's living
with this completely new skin.

He's trying to figure out
all these new coping skills,

which means
he really needs...

Extra TLC.

Yeah.

Consider it done.

Got to run.

Yes, I was avoiding.

The dalliance --
there was kissing.

There was good kissing,

and there was about to be
more good kissing.

And then I had
the very good sense to stop it.

The good sense? Really?

Yep.
That's what I just said.

Double-arm cross.

Who is this fellow?

What do you mean? You want to --
you want to know his name?

Yeah.

It's Nico.

Nico?

So, it was a completely
logical choice you made

to curtail
this Nico activity?

Yes.

And because of
all this good sense,

you now have a frozen pet fish
and an office in disarray?

Yyyyes.

No, no, no!

You know it's "no"!

So if you know it's "no,"

why are you trying
to "yes" me, Danielle?

But I don't know.

"I don't know," which means
you don't want to tell me.

'Round and 'round the circle
we go.

Where we'll stop,
nobody knows.

I'm sorry, Dr. Gunner --

Al.

You suggested
that I come to you,

and you know
that I am dealing with a lot.

The least that you can do
is be a little bit nice to me.

Okay. She wants nice.

She wants nice.

Okay, well,
Dr. Jenx will give you nice.

Good luck, Danielle.

"Downton Abbey,"
here I come.

Is this
the Santino residence?

It is.

I'm looking for
a Dr. Danielle Santino.

Well, yeah, yeah, you have
the right place, but she's not home.

Oh.

Got any ice cream?

Yeah.

Community service, huh?
Been there.

Yeah?

Oh, yes.

First time for a
"five finger discount" incident,

then for
a "stealing a car" incident,

then for
"I don't remember" incident.

Anyway, the last time,

I volunteered
tutoring at-risk kids

for one of
my mom's charities.

I thought
it was gonna be really lame,

but it ended up being
kind of enlightening.

Yeah, well, I pick up trash
on the side of the road,

so...less enlightenment,

more candy wrappers
and empty beer cans.

It doesn't matter.

Just trying to do my time
and be done.

Yeah, I was doing
the same thing --

trying to get
some distance from my family

when I got
knocked off my path.

I'm sorry about
your, uh, your dad.

You and me both.

So you're -- you're here
to see my mom?

Yeah. I'm hoping she can...
fill in some details for me.

Details for...?

A lot of things.

So, butterscotch, huh?

I don't think I know anyone
under the age of 70

who does
the butterscotch.

Okay,
don't yuck my yum.

Don't what my who?

Yuck my yum.
Santino family rule, okay?

It's okay
not to like something,

but don't go yucking
someone else's yum.

All right.

Mm-hmm.

Give me a taste.

Come on. I'm not afraid
of cooties, so...

Okay.

♪ All of your fears

Mmm.

Definitely some yum
in there.

Ray Jay?

Hey, Mom.

You know Juliette Pittman,
right?

Hello.

Hello.

Yo. What's up?

Oh, great. Like deactivating me
wasn't enough?

You got to come
trash my house now, too?

Come on.

Just came by
to see how you're doing.

You know what?

Other than the fact that I just
committed an act of vegicide,

I'm peachy.

How much
you watering this thing?

Every three hours.

Um...

Think it needs more?

No. No, no, no.

I think it needs...
less of your attention.

Why don't we, uh, we go out,
grab a bite to eat?

I already ate.

Yeah --

An apple pie and
a box of doughnuts.

Skittles?

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I don't know what --

I can't go to a bar
'cause of the drinks.

Can't go to a nightclub
because all the vajayjay.

I mean,
I want to go somewhere.

I want to get out the house,
for sure.

But I just can't think
of anyplace safe that I can go.

I got the perfect spot.

So, you not playing me --
that some sort of punishment?

Not at all.

It's going in!

Yeah!

Oh, wow. Good.
Good for you. Golf clap.

Hey, it's not a punishment,
all right?

We're just trying to put you
in the best position to succeed.

The be-- I don't need
to be positioned.

This is Washington.

Rolando Sheldon
is the cover corner.

That's my bitch.
I smoked his ass last year.

I know.
103 yards.

And a touchdown.
I remember.

Okay, well,
this is not right, Matt.

Toes should be
the guy on the sidelines

trying to get in the game,
not me.

And you got me
over in the sidelines now,

just -- just trying
to figure out how to...

Live in your new skin,
bro.

That's all.

Sound like the good doc.

Something's up
with her.

What do you mean?

I mean, you know --
you ever wonder what she's doing

when she's not being
shrinky dink?

I mean, she got to have
somebody in her life, you know?

- I don't know.
- Possibly.

You ever think
she's hitting it

with somebody
in the organization?

Where you going
with this, "T"?

My money's on Nico.

Nico?

That's all I'm saying.

I don't think so.

Eh! That boy a pimp!
I'm trying to tell you.

You're backseating it.

Mm-hmm. New rule.

There's got to be
one leather seat between us

at all times.

Hmm.

You...ready to talk?

Mm-hmm.

About Juliette.

Pittman?

No -- Romeo and Juliet.

Yeah, Juliette Pittman,
who showed up at my house

and then proceeded to grill me
about her mother and her father.

What about them?

"Was it true that her mother
was in love with another man?"

And you said...?

I said...

That I wasn't
Marshall's therapist

because he was my boss

and that
I couldn't be her therapist

because now she's my boss

and that
I'm incredibly overdrawn

at the Hawks bank
of interpersonal relationships,

thank you.
You said that?

No. In my head, I said it --
in my head.

Look, Dani --

Nico, you keep that girl
away from my son, okay?

The Pittmans can
spray their chaos all over me,

but Ray Jay is doing his best
to clean up his act,

and I will not
have him messed with.

Am I loud?
Am I clear?

You are both.

Thank you.

I know what I want.

Let me know if you're in.

Dani,
I've never let you down.

Nico --

you're not alone.

I have wasted a lot of time
with the wrong women.

Lindsay?

The lamp slipped.

Sorry.

Did you...
do all this?

I wanted
to surprise you.

I thought that
if you got up in the morning

and your office
was all nice

that maybe you could
restart your practice

or...maybe also bury
Mr. Fishy.

Honey,
we're gonna bury Mr. Fishy.

I promise you.

When?

Soon.

Dr. Gunner!
Dr. Gunner!

Oh, hello, Danielle.

So, how was your session
with Dr. Jenx?

Was she nice?

I didn't go to Dr. Jenx.
I don't want to go to Dr. Jenx.

I want you to help me
bury my fish, damn it!

Ooh! You're angry.

Pbht! You think?

And what is anger?

Anger is a response
to being hurt, which I know

because I learned it
in your classes.

But what I don't know
is why you seem to be

going out of your way
to make me utterly nuts!

I--
Mnh!

If you know something,
then tell me.

And if you don't,
then enough already.

Let me let you in
on a little secret.

I don't know anything.

But you do.

You're getting
very, very close, Danielle.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm. Very close.

Yeah, but...to what?

Close to what?!

I got your message.
What can I do for you, Hank?

Mark Cuban's upped his offer.
The league's ready to move.

Well,
as I think you saw,

Juliette is not
in the mind-set to move.

And it's that mind-set
that's the problem

in a nutshell, Nico.

She disappeared
after yesterday's meeting,

and for all we know,
she could be on another binge.

Where is she, anyway?

You got a problem,
Donnally?

We both do,
Mr. Careles.

This is way over your head,
and it's certainly over hers.

Probably just
a matter of time

before she goes off
the deep end, like her father.

Now,
I've heard the rumors --

Nico the protector,
Nico the surrogate father.

I suggest
you back the hell up.

Get her to agree
to the Cuban offer,

or the league will
get the lawyers involved.

It'll take time, but we can get
her charter invalidated.

We'll need her answer
by the end of the day.

I've been calling you.

I'm not home!

Listen,
I need your help on --

you okay?

No, I am not.

I don't understand...
anything right now.

Understanding
is overrated.

Not for therapists.

Okay. Look.

It's been my view in life
to keep things real simple.

Anything that can't be explained
in four words --

not worth thinking about.

Why did you kiss me?

Because you needed to.

Why'd I kiss you?

Because I wanted to.

What happens next?

Remains to be seen.

Why should you get up and help
me with Juliette Pittman?

It's what you do.

Nico,
I am in no position --

she needs
someone to talk to.

She hasn't answered my calls.
She's frozen me out.

She sent me a text.
It said "goodbye."

As we enter the second half
of this game, you have to ask,

what has happened
to the Hawks' offense?

They have been
completely shut down

by a Washington defense
that, before today,

hasn't been able
to stop anyone.

Given how the offense has
sputtered, you have to wonder

if the Hawks regret
not playing Terrence King.

What's up, ladies?

How you doing?

Hot dogs.
Get your hot dogs.

Polish hot dogs right here.

Yo, hot dog dawg.

Yeah, you -- the guy
with the box of hot dogs.

Yo.

I want two.

You want two hot dogs --
down there?

You're the only dude carrying
a box of hot dogs, right?

What are you doing?

Ordering hot dogs.

I can see that.

But the game's out there,
and we're losing.

Oh, are we?
That sucks.

First down...

Mm!

Boom! Whoo!

Hands like these, maybe one day,
I'll be a receiver.

Will you girls excuse us
for one second, okay?

That is Polish.

Mmm.

"T," if you're gonna
pull stunts like this,

I don't want you
on the field.

It's not a stunt, dawg.
I'm hungry.

Yeah -- for attention.

I want to be on your side,
Terrence. I really do.

And I get
that you don't like Toes.

That's fine.
You're both competitors.

But I have spent
the entire season

trying to keep this team
from sinking,

and you keep throwing water
in the boat

and leaving me
to bail it out.

Matty D, I am 35 days sober.

And you guys
keep taking the one thing

that means anything to me,
which is football.

Yeah,
you're 35 days sober.

And one thing
remains the same --

that no matter what's going on,
it's always about you.

Hey, hey.

Uh, just give me
a second alone with her.

Hey, Juliette.

Carol and Herbert Gable.

I've decided
that he ran a laundromat

and she raised birds.

Juliette,
have you taken anything?

My father was
mentally ill.

It's genetic, right?

Yes, mental illness
can be hereditary,

but it can also
be treated.

So if that's something that you
think you're struggling with,

then we can get you help.

But I need to know
if you've taken anything.

And I need to know if I'm gonna
drive a plane into the ocean.

Why would he leave me the one
thing he knew I'd despise?

Because...

It was also one of the things
that he loved.

And, Juliette,
maybe, in his limited way,

he was trying to tell you
how he felt.

Everything's changing.

And I don't know what to do
or how to feel.

Your father's gone,
and I know that's hard.

But...
you're still here.

You have your whole life
ahead of you.

You just need to decide
what you're gonna do with it.

I didn't take anything.

Time is running out
for the Hawks,

with only 23 seconds
left in the game.

The offense really needs to get
the ball in Kittridge's hands,

but Sheldon has had his number
all day.

Second and 10.

♪ It's so lonely lately

♪ nothing turns me on

Hut!

Hawks drop back to pass,
looking for the win.

Kittridge jammed by Sheldon
at the 15.

Evans -- nowhere to pass
and nowhere to go.

And down goes Evans --
a 5-yard loss,

bringing up a key third down
for the Hawks,

Time out.

I'll take that now.

T.K.!

Donnally,
what the hell's he doing?

I don't know.
I don't know.

- Toes. Toes.
- T.K.!

Sheldon is favoring
his right shoulder.

He comes up to the line
nose up,

but he resets before the snap
on the right side outside.

You swim off that shoulder,
you have real estate today.

He's rip and dip.

All right, so you're gonna
tell me how to play football?

That's good. Yeah.

I'm telling you
how to get the "W."

All right.

You know you don't belong
out here, T.K.

That's what
everybody keeps telling me.

And it all
comes down to this, folks.

I can't hear myself think
over the roar of this crowd.

10 seconds left
in the fourth quarter.

Hawks down by 4,

and only enough time
to run one more play.

Evans brings them to the line.

It is now or never, folks.

There it is.
Rip and dip.

Hut!

The ball is snapped.

Evans drops back in the pocket,
looking to pass.

Kittridge breaks away from
Sheldon at the 20-yard line!

Touchdown!

Touchdown, Hawks!

Hawks win!

Yeah, baby!

Precision routes, timing,
and accountability.

Yeah!
Joe. Joe. Joe.

Joe. Man, Sheldon
had you locked up all day.

Oh, no, no.

How did you finally
break away in the end?

I noticed he was
favoring his shoulder.

He was coming to the line
nose up.

Kept resetting to the outside
right before the snap.

All it took was
a little dip, little rip,

get that extra step
I needed,

and, man,
the rest is history.

All right, man. Well, good game.
Thank you, brother.

All right, all right,
all right! All right!

Whoo!

Damn. This fool's head
is almost as big as yours.

Game on, dawg.

Game on.

Right on time.

Didn't want
to keep you waiting.

The league has thoroughly
vetted this offer,

but I'm sure your lawyers
will want to go over everything

with a fine-tooth comb.

Having said that,
we'd like a commitment from you

to enter into
a good-faith negotiation

with the intention
to sell to Mr. Cuban.

Looks amazing.
Thank you.

I'll expect you
to clean out your office

and exit the facility
by the end of the day.

You're fired.

If this is about
Deez Ballz --

I'm not selling
to Dwayne Brewer.

I'm not selling
to Mark Cuban.

I'm not selling to anyone.

I'm keeping the team.

Which is...I guess,
what my dad wanted.

She can't do this.

The league's takeover of
the Hawks was Marshall's choice.

That agreement
is no longer applicable.

Let me know
when he's gone.

Hey, I'm running --
You got a minute?

Oh.

Two seconds?

Sure.

Thank you.

Look, Dani, I know we're
keeping things professional,

which isn't easy
all the time.

So I got to ask you
a question.

Is there something going on
with you and Nico?

Me and Nico?

It's not
a trick question.

True.

But it's a question

that I'm not sure
you have the right to ask me --

same as I don't have
the right to ask

who you were in bed with

the night that T.K.
went AWOL from rehab.

It's not the same.
Isn't it, though?

No, 'cause I'm not asking
about someone random.

I'm asking about Nico.

I am not involved
with Nico, Matt.

The phone rang...
the night of the dalliance.

We kissed, me and Nico.
We were kissing.

We were...still kissing,

just frantically kissing
up the stairs,

and then the phone rang.

Saved by the bell.

Saved by
the police station.

So, my son got arrested,
and I had to go bail him out.

Ah.

But the truth is,
if that phone had not rung,

then I would have
just dragged him up to my bed.

And that scares you?

What scares me
is that I'm caught

between the man that I love...
that I cannot have...

And the man that I am...
dangerously attracted to...

that I shouldn't have.

So I'm at this crossroads,

and I can't take
either path.

Can't you?

Restart your practice,
bury your fish,

and simply embrace the fact
that being a therapist

doesn't make you immune
from being human.

You do that,
and we can really dig in.

How does
Thursday at 4:00 sound?

It sounds awesome.

♪ Hey!

♪ Ho!
♪ I've been tryin' to do it right ♪

♪ Hey!
♪ I've been livin' a lonely life ♪

♪ Ho!
♪ I've been sleepin' here instead ♪

♪ Hey!
♪ I've been sleepin' in my bed ♪

♪ Ho!
♪ Sleepin' in my bed

♪ Hey!

♪ Ho!

♪ Hey!
♪ So show me family

♪ Hey!
♪ all the blood that I will bleed ♪

♪ Ho!
♪ I don't know where I belong

♪ Hey!
♪ I don't know where I went wrong ♪

♪ Ho!
♪ but I can write a song

♪ Hey!

♪ I belong with you,
you belong with me ♪

♪ You're my sweetheart

♪ I belong with you,
you belong with me ♪

♪ You're my sweetheart

♪ Hey!

♪ Come on, now

♪ Ho!

♪ Hey!

♪ Ho!
♪ I don't think you're right for him ♪

♪ Hey!

I'm calling to tell you
that I am back from my hiatus.

Yes.

And if you would like to come
to your appointment tomorrow --

Very good.

Okay, I will see you then.

Bye-bye.

♪ Hey!

♪ Ho!

♪ Hey!

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