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[Liberty] Oh, my God, I cannot believe that just happened.

[Allura] Okay, calm down.

[Liberty] Did you hear what that asshole said?

"Children should be seen and not heard."

He meant us. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Um, senior managing partner.

-They were laughing in our faces. -[laughter]

They don't care.

They don't take divorce law or women seriously.

I'm telling you, it is time.

It is.

-[whispers] How do we do it? -[Dina] How do you do what?

I realized you wanted to leave the firm

before you even realized it, four months ago.

And she said, "That's not your elbow."

[laughter]

[Dina] I've seen your faces in those meetings.

I was the token woman here for a decade.

Why did you stay?

I broke down barriers to get here, to make full partner.

Until I hired you, I was the only woman here.

But now is a different time.

All I ask is that you start your own firm.

You don't go somewhere else in this building.

That's what we want. Our own boutique.

Women representing women, only.

Yes!

You both are an idea whose time has come.

You can take one person with you.

A staff member or a lawyer, not a client.

[Emerald] Be quiet while I'm talking

and tell your two brothers I said to shut up too.

Until I find out which one of you degenerates wrote

on my couch with a sharpie,

all three of y'all asses is sleeping on the lawn.

-You understand me? -[Liberty clears throat]

H-hold on.

Hi, can I help you?

We're leaving to start our own firm,

and we want you to be our lead investigator.

Let Mommy call you back.

Is Dina firing me? I-I do a good job.

You're amazing. That's why we need you.

But I got a good thing going here.

I got bills, a--

And eight-year-old triplet boys

that you were just cussing out on the phone?

[groans] They're monsters.

We'll make you full partner

and a multimillionaire within two years.

Let me get my purse.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

You're leaving?

Not everyone knows.

Well, Emerald knows!

I have the most billable hours, taken on the most cases,

I've put in the work, and you know it.

Why can't you choose me? Why?

Because you've never learned to be human or navigate space

-between what you want and-- -How much you want it.

Also, you routinely steal our lunches from the refrigerator.

Okay. Look, I'll write everyone's briefs.

Just don't leave me here with America's original pilgrim

and her fucking Puritan partners.

Okay. You know what?

Never mind, Kuz McGee's.

Dina will destroy you if you leave.

Dina already gave us her blessing.

Good luck.

I'm your fucking protégé! I'm the hardest worker!

The smartest fucking A student!

And I'm the one they're abandoning?

That's a gift from Golda Meir.

Do you know what Golda is famous for saying?

"Not being beautiful was the true blessing.

It forced me to develop my inner resources."

[snickers]

Are you calling me an ugly duckling?

-[sighs] -So what if I give myself home perms?

It's economical! Fuck you!

Carr, being angry is easy.

Figuring out who you want to be and how to be it,

that's the work to do if you want to be chosen.

I will start my own law firm.

I will walk out of here.

And I'll pack you a lunch with an apple

and some Pepperidge Farm goldfish.

Grow up, Carr. It's time.

[huffs]

♪♪

[Carrington] Having me as an enemy is very unwise.

You are all about to find out what that's like.

♪♪

[♪ "Someone to Call My Lover" by Janet Jackson playing]

♪ Back on the road again, feeling kinda lonely ♪

♪ And looking for the right guy who'd be mine ♪

♪ Friends say I'm crazy 'cause easily I fall in love ♪

♪ "You gotta do it different, J, this time" ♪

♪ Maybe we'll meet at a bar, he'll drive a funky car ♪

♪ Maybe we'll meet at a club and fall so deeply in love ♪

♪ He'll tell me I'm the one and we'll have so much fun ♪

♪ I'll be the girl of his dreams, maybe ♪

♪ Alright, maybe gonna find him today ♪

♪ I gotta get someone to call my lover ♪

♪ Yeah, baby, come on ♪

♪ Alright, baby, come and pass my way ♪

♪ I gotta get someone... ♪

-He's en route, Ms. Grant. -Thank you, Sonny.

♪♪

Looking good, Danny.

Dinner in an hour? Thank you.

♪ I spoil them when I'm in love, givin' them what they dream of ♪

♪ Sometimes it's not a good thing, but I'm blind ♪

♪ I love hard with everything, givin' my all more than they ♪

♪ I'll take my friends' advice this time, I'll do it differently ♪

♪ Alright, baby, come and pass my way ♪

♪ I gotta get someone to call my lover, yeah, baby, come on ♪

[♪ music fades out]

[Allura clears throat]

Hi, you're late.

Oh, shit. What did I forget?

Baby, I'm sorry. I just got off--

Are you really telling me you don't know what today is?

Well, I know it's not your birthday

'cause that's November 9th.

It's our anniversary, Chase.

Fuck me raw! Baby...

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Baby, I...

It's football season,

and you know I lose track of time during football season. I'm so sorry.

Aren't you glad I have a healthy ego?

If not, I'd take this personally.

[sighs]

Baby, I hate myself...

for not giving you this this morning.

Open it.

Oh, my God.

Didn't this belong to Elizabeth Taylor?

Mm-hmm. I know how much you love her,

even though I have no idea who she is.

Doesn't compare to how much I love you.

Oh, my God.

[Chase] Happy anniversary, baby.

Come to Daddy.

[Allura moans]

Miss Allura is not the only one celebrating

an anniversary this week.

I need a latte 'cause y'all know I love a toast.

Ten years ago today, we stepped away from the patriarchy

and towards something of our own.

Thank you. Now, look at us.

Grant, Ronson, and Greene.

-A decade strong. -[Liberty laughing]

Cheers to that, ladies.

-Cheers to that! -We built a frickin' empire.

Ten years, three women, one verdict.

Un-fucking-stoppable.

-To us. -To us!

To us. Wait a second.

Is that a new ring, or are you signaling an aircraft?

[Emerald] Ooh, let me see.

-Chase gave it to me. -[Emerald gasps]

-He pretended to forget our fifth. -Oh, my God.

And then he just handed it to me like it was no big deal.

Ooh! I don't know what you did to deserve it,

but girl, I hope it was fun.

Oh, it was.

-Ooh-hoo-hoo! -[all laugh]

-Do tell. -Okay, back to us.

Your favorite case of the past 10 years. Go.

Oh, okay. Uh... No, that's easy: Sheik Wallid.

Getting him to fork over a cool billion to his English ex

after he threatened to behead her for cheating.

Helped us start our charitable fund for abused women.

Over to you, Em.

Oh, that's easy: Latanya Bailey.

Media mogul divorced his wife

because he found out she didn't finish high school.

She was able to cash out so big

that she has a Princeton science wing with her name on it.

That, girls, is a teachable moment.

[Liberty] Mm-hmm.

Okay, my favorite case will always be the next case.

-Ah! -I knew you were gonna say that.

[♪ "Why Can't We Be Friends" by WAR playing]

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪

Okay, something just came in for you all.

What the fuck is that?

Before we get excited and start chomping down,

you might want to read this note.

There's only one other person this day means something to.

Mm, and that would be Miss Carrington Lane.

The one and only. "Dear backstabbing bitches,

"Ten years ago you left me to rot.

"Since then, I've out-billed you three skanks

"and made the top 100 so often,

"they should name the goddamn list after me.

"Meanwhile, you've kept your pathetic firm alive...

[Emerald/Carrington] "...with fake buzzwords like 'feminism'

"and industrial-strength Spanx.

"So, in honor of your big milestone,

"I present you with a fruit basket.

"Organic and lightly brushed with salmonella and fecal matter.

"Eat a melon ball, and then maybe you can all give

"the Ozempic you're mainlining a rest, you fat, treacherous lawn chairs.

"Fuck all the way off, douchebags.

"Fuck you, you fucking fucks!

Carr."

Lawn chairs?

Here is to 10 more years

of making Carr lose her goddamn mind.

Mm. And that, my friends,

is the perfect segue to our next client.

Let's review her case, shall we?

Milan, you're still taking the bar this spring?

-Yes. -Okay, sit in.

You're one of the girls now.

-[Liberty] Yeah, come on. -[Emerald] Come on.

[Liberty] Okay, Grace Henry.

She moved to Hollywood with dreams of becoming an actress

until she landed the role of a lifetime

that wasn't exactly the role she planned for.

Can you guess what that role is?

A trophy wife.

-Correct. -Ding, ding, ding.

Husband: Lionel Lee.

Titan of the tech world.

First, he rolled out the red carpet:

diamonds, pearls, planes, oh my.

[all] Love bombing.

Then kaboom. The dust settles,

and the fantasy turns into a nightmare.

Prenup like a straitjacket.

If she left, she got the clothes on her back,

and that's it, according to this document.

She was a kept woman, not allowed to leave her house,

forced to give up all of her dreams,

forced to give up her friends and family,

and now all she wants is out.

He's worth billions, and yet her settlement request is minimal.

Something smells funky.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

There's more to this story. I think she's withholding.

No, literally, something smells funky.

I think Carr might have actually shit on this thing.

-Oh, my God! -Okay, okay.

-Y'all don't smell that? -And on that note,

we are going to toss this.

Okay, this weekend, we're studying:

flashcards and mimosas.

Okay.

-Ugh. -Oh. Flashcards.

-Go, go. -Mimosas.

-Edibles in the trash. -In the trash.

[Liberty and Allura laughing]

♪♪

[cell phone chimes]

[Emerald] Grace, I know you're brokenhearted,

but girl, you look damn good.

Come on, gloves.

You're the best divorce lawyers in town,

maybe the whole country.

That's why I wrote you. I've had enough.

I just want him to sign the divorce agreement,

which he says he won't do, and go on with my life.

While supporting yourself on ramen noodles?

No. You need more than that.

Grace, we're interested in your case,

but the settlement you're asking for is a pittance.

A drive-through attorney can handle this.

What's really going on, baby?

It's all I deserve.

Lionel has proclivities... sexual fantasies.

It was clear from the start that I wasn't enough for him,

so he brought in a third.

Emma.

[sighs] That's gotta be painful,

seeing your partner lust after someone else.

Yeah, it will be for him.

Uh, you and...

Emma and I fell in love.

She's everything to me. She's given me back myself.

I just... [sniffles]

I feel so guilty.

Ashamed, even. I-I just...

Whoa, Grace. He Rapunzel’d your ass.

He locked you up in the tower, had you get it on

with a stranger for his viewing pleasure,

and you and said stranger fall in love.

It's called karma.

Lionel will be furious.

He's wolf-like in his possessiveness.

And we are Mama Grizzlies. You let us worry about the wolf,

while you worry about coming up with a number

that accurately reflects what he owes you

after a lifetime of service to his goddamn dreams.

And may I suggest, each time a memory comes up

where you have to reach for that handkerchief--

Add a zero.

Thank you.

Liberty Ronson.

[speaker] [over phone] Liberty, you have to help me.

Sorry, who is this?

[speaker] I'm under siege, Liberty.

-[speaker 2] [over phone] Sheila! -[Sheila] I need your help.

Well, whoever you are, just, uh, tell me, are you safe?

[Sheila] No, I am not by any definition safe.

-[pounding on door] -[speaker 2] What the fuck?

[Sheila] Ms. Ronson, I need your help.

-The Barbarians are at the gates. -[speaker 2] Sheila!

-Open the goddamn door! -Orleans is surrounded.

Sorry, wh-where are you? Which Orleans? New or Cape Cod?

-No, no, no, New York! -[speaker 2] Sheila, open up!

I need a California lawyer.

That's where we were married.

We still have the house in Montecito, which is where

we live half the time when we're not living in New York.

-[speaker 2] Sheila! -Alright, just stay calm, breathe.

Everything's gonna be alright. Just tell me what's going on.

What's going on is that my husband

bought himself a Rembrandt,

and he wants nothing in the house but the painting.

Nothing, including me.

So, he wants a divorce because he bought a Rembrandt. Why?

Over a, a, a small flirtation. Innocent.

-Okay, I need your name. -Sheila Baskin.

Sheila Baskin.

Your husband's Theodore Baskin of Theo B. Inc.,

the guy who owns cosmetics, like all of cosmetics?

-[Theodore] Sheila... -I will shoot! I'll shoot!

-Please don't shoot anyone. Get the plane. -[Sheila] ...fucking rights. I will shoot.

I haven't got a gun. I haven't got anything.

And I know when I walk out that door, I really won't have a thing.

So I'm standing my ground. I locked him out.

Okay, I get it, Sheila. I get who you are.

I've seen you in the style section for years now.

You've got good taste, babe.

Thank you. I'm under attack by a billionaire mugger

-with a fetish for Dutch masters. -[Theodore] Sheila, open up!

But thank you very much for the compliment.

Okay, listen to me. You've got good taste in jewelry.

Now, those fucking jewels, they're your meal ticket.

Where are they? Where are they now?

In my safe, in my dressing room, off the bedroom, in here.

Stay right where you are, text me your address,

and I'll be on the next plane.

♪♪

[sighs]

Will you have wine, Miss Ronson?

Uh, no, but the Petrus on the way back

and some of those Mister Chow noodles, please.

♪♪

[sirens wailing in distance]

Hello, I'm here to see Mrs. Baskin.

She's expecting me. Liberty Ronson.

Sorry. I was given specific instructions that she is not to be disturbed.

Listen, I don't care what her husband told you

or how much he's promised to stuff in your Christmas stocking,

so unless you have a court order signed by a judge blocking my entry,

I suggest you cooperate

or I could call 911 right now and have you arrested

for kidnapping, or perhaps, sex trafficking.

You see, my flight was turbulent and so is my mood.

So what will it be?

♪♪

She's not getting shit, okay? Read the goddamn prenup.

Not the paintings, not the crocodile Birkin bags,

not the Benz.

Next time she needs to go somewhere,

she could take the fucking subway.

You must be Mr. Baskin. I'm Liberty Ronson.

You want some evidence, Liberty Ronson? There's your goddamned evidence. Page Six.

For the whole world to see.

She had to pick the chef at Le Bernardin. The chef.

Not only is he half her age,

but now I can't even walk into the damn place.

I loved the damn fish. It was perfect.

Well, it is New York City, which is an island,

so it's safe to assume there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

Fuck the fish.

It's there in the prenup in black and white.

If she ever cheated or caused me any form of public humiliation,

she would be out on her ass.

Mm. Well, last I checked, uh,

"out on her ass" isn't exactly legally binding terminology,

so if you'll excuse me, I do have an appointment with your wife.

On the second floor, is it? Yes, thanks.

Out of my way, bubbie.

-Oh. -Hi.

-Have a seat. -Oh, yes.

Gosh.

Forgive the mess. My maid, Rana, is terrified.

Asshole says if he catches her smuggling me food again,

he's going to have her shipped back to her shithole country,

and he means it too.

Mm.

How did I let this happen to me?

It happens to the best of us, but I'm here to help.

Now show me the bling.

[beeping]

[clicks]

[Sheila] There they are. A treasure trove of "sorry."

-[Liberty] Hoo. -Hmm.

"Sorry I missed our anniversary."

"Sorry I missed your birthday."

Mmm.

Oh. [chuckles]

"Sorry, I missed your MRI."

-Mm. -[sighs] Well?

Forgive me. I thought there'd be a few pieces,

but I wasn't exactly expecting Ali Baba's cave.

[laughter]

-May I? -Oh, yes, please, please.

-[Liberty] Verdura? -[Sheila] Yes.

-[Liberty] Oh! -You knew!

-I knew it. -[Sheila] Yes.

[Liberty] Divine.

-And Fred Leighton? -Yes.

Oh, gorgeous.

Right.

Oh, Jacob & Co.

-[Sheila] Yes. -[Liberty] Oh, hello, beauty.

-Oh, God, that's lovely. -[Sheila] Yes. Yeah, beautiful.

-Yes, that would be hard to part with. -That looks good on you.

Jesus, Sheila, it's quite something.

Yes, well, he won't let me take any of this stuff.

What? No, no, it's not his choice.

If these were gifted to you during the course of your marriage,

then they belong to you.

-Personal property. -What?

And they'll get you a sale at Christie's and a new life.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God. How...

How much do you think I could get from said sale?

I-I get nothing but that money.

-Forty million. -[gasps]

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

So I won't starve now?

[laughing]

You will not starve.

Let's get those Goyard travel cases and start stuffing.

[gasps softly]

[Allura] Lionel Lee, husband of Grace Henry.

What you got, queen?

[Emerald] The tea is piping hot.

I did my initial sweep, then I did a secondary sweep,

then a third, then a fourth.

I looked behind firewalls.

I looked behind the firewalls behind the firewalls

to unearth everything there is to unearth about Mr. Lionel Lee.

And in the end, I came up with something marvelously juicy:

nothing at all.

Which is my favorite thing to find,

because nothing always means something,

a secret with a capital "S."

A secret you can only uncover the old-fashioned way.

I'm guessing you followed the fucker.

Girl, you know why they call me The Big Dick.

[engine roaring]

I trailed him for weeks,

looking for anything that was inconsistent.

[camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

This is Inland Acupuncture and Traditional Medicines,

owned by Devin Elisa Samartino.

She has a credit score of 815. The girl pays her taxes on time.

However, she spends an exorbitant amount of money

at an online retailer called Xtreme Bondage.

-She's a dominatrix. -Boom.

I kind of love that for her. Well done.

Well, this information is, as usual--

Unusable. I know the drill.

Unusable in court, yes, but what we have here is knowledge,

and knowledge is the key in the lock.

All we have to do is turn it just the right way.

Well, I have done my part, girlfriend.

Now, you do yours.

Let's put the fucking "team" in "teamwork" and get this bastard.

[sirens wailing in distance]

Stop! Both of you, before I call the police.

I want to see just what it is that you're stealing.

Mr. Baskin, I assure you,

we're simply removing her personal property

from the premises, alright?

What personal property?

I gave her everything she owns.

Yes, and you've been exceedingly generous,

but according to California law,

where I know you were legally married,

gifts received during the marriage

become the separate property of the recipient.

So, no takesies backsies, in other words.

Our business is done, so if you'll excuse us.

[yells]

You should have just taken a knife

and stabbed me through the heart.

I never once cheated on you.

Did you ever really love me?

He wasn't even attractive.

I only slept with him because of the way he looked at me.

Like the way you used to look at me,

once upon a time.

God...

[sobs] how I miss that.

And yes...

I did love you once.

But not now.

I do continue to love your taste in jewelry, however.

Have a good one, babe.

♪♪

Mwah!

Emerald get you up to speed?

Yes, she did. A dominatrix. [chuckles]

Why is it that rich men are always so bloody predictable?

Always.

From cocktails to cock rings, all in one 24-hour period.

God, I love my job.

[both chuckle]

[♪ "Players" by Coi Leray playing]

♪ Yeah, 'cause girls is players too ♪

♪ Uh, yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too ♪

♪ Keep it player, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause girls is players too ♪

We're here to see Devin Samartino.

I'm sorry, she's not available.

Would you like to book a salt scrub?

Okay, too well-dressed to be cops.

Jealous wives rarely come in pairs.

You must be lawyers.

I'm Liberty Ronson, and this is my partner, Allura Grant.

Grant, Ronson, Greene. I'm familiar.

If you're here on business and not to unwind,

you're wasting your time.

Business is how I unwind.

Fine, let's make it quick.

My office is this way. We can talk there.

Oh, please, can't we see the real thing?

You can spare me the spiel.

I've been through it before. "How this case is different.

I'm the only one who can help." The whole sob story.

I'll spare you.

Too bad. It's a good one. A fairy tale almost.

Two women in love unable to be together.

One of them held captive by a man who thinks of her as property.

-[doors slide open] -[bell dings]

He's put a price on his wife's freedom.

Should she leave, she must give up everything else

and not just her worldly possessions,

but her reputation, her person, everything.

He will destroy her.

[sighs]

Discretion, simply put, is the essence of my job.

Certainly, you two can understand that.

And what about, I'm just curious,

when that protection means putting someone else at risk,

how do you rationalize that?

Uh, if it's a choice between one party and another,

I side with the party that pays my bills.

Oh, so your real sense of duty,

your highest moral obligation isn't to the client, but to yourself?

[Allura] What do you think you deserve?

'Cause when our client gets out of this gothic drama

of a marriage our way, she'll probably get a payout

in the neighborhood of $200 million.

So you provide me with what I need,

and I'll do what I do best.

I'll change your fucking life.

Five percent of the settlement: $10 million.

You have an obligation to yourself to accept that offer, no?

You're gonna have to put that money in escrow.

This guy was different.

He was into some aberrant, deviant shit.

-It's showtime, ladies. -[lawyer] Ha!

Two hundred and ten million dollars.

Allura, your client signed a prenuptial agreement.

She is not entitled to anything at all.

Well, let's call this concession a gesture of goodwill.

[laughing] Goodwill?

Well, we've done you a favor by meeting you here on your turf.

And that is all of the goodwill that we are willing to offer.

An army of lawyers coercing a 22-year-old girl

into signing her life away?

I suppose that's goodwill, too?

Do you want to bang this out at trial?

Let's set a date that works for everybody.

Lionel, when are you next available?

Sometime in... 2030? 2035?

And there it is. Thank you.

Yeah, I never throw the first punch,

but you, Arch, have now threatened

to take this outside of the legal arena,

so now I have no choice but to follow suit.

Emerald?

[whirring]

[Arch] What is this? A book report?

Now, before we get started today,

is there anything you care to elucidate, Mr. Lee?

Do you know what I am?

I'm an innovator. I'm a transgressive.

I've had a target on my back the entirety of my professional career.

Rival companies, politicians, they've been trying to take me down,

even regular Joes with laptops

and a little extra time on their hands doing it for sport.

They come at me constantly.

So what could you ladies possibly have on me

that I haven't seen before?

You're right.

There's nothing here that you haven't seen before.

In fact, everything we're gonna show you today,

you should be intimately familiar with.

This, for example.

[remote beeps]

[Arch] What the fuck is that?

An anal stimulator, a favorite of your client's.

And just for a size comparison,

here it is next to a traffic cone.

Mm.

Now, according to a very credible, on-the-record source,

the very talented Mr. Lee is capable of hovering

his whozeewhatzit over the apex of this device

and performing a full squat all the way to the floors.

It's a butt plug, is that correct, Mr. Lee?

Allura, you are so done.

This is supposed to humiliate him.

You, my dear, are going to be humiliated.

Grace, you might want to look away for this next one.

[gasps]

[Emerald] For those of you assembled

who don't understand what you're looking at,

if your brain can't quite compute it,

let me break it down for you.

This is Mr. Lionel in full fantastic fetish mode,

dressed as a filthy piggy-piggy.

Those people under him

are suckling his piggly wiggly titties,

or as they call them on the farm: sow teats.

Now my eyes bled a little when I got a gander

at this piece of high art, but that's just me.

[Liberty] Mr. Lee, there will be a day

when what you're feeling right now will just be a memory.

You sign the paper in front of you, and that day is here now,

but if you choose to keep fighting Grace,

then that feeling is--

Just the tip.

It'll be so much more painful the deeper we go.

[slams hand on table] Enough!

This is sick! And we are done.

And the first thing that I'm going to do

is file an official report to the state bar

and to the Attorney General's office--

No one's reporting anything to anyone anywhere.

-[Arch] Lionel! -Let's go.

This is unconscionable. Un-fucking-conscionable.

You are all sick!

Love and war. You chose war. And we won it.

-[cork pops] -[Allura] Ladies,

a toast, or as we call here after any huge win...

[Allura/Emerald/Liberty] ...a Victory Fizz.

Come on, raise your glasses, ladies, get over here.

Alright, here is to the mighty chain of women, arm in arm.

And Grace, we are so proud to add you as a link in that chain.

-[Liberty] Here, here. -[glasses clink]

[laughter]

All of you...

you saved my life.

Thank you.

Come on, gloves. You're gonna make me cry. Stop!

-There you go. -Thank you, girl.

-Uh... For Grace. -Oh, I'm sorry. Here you go.

-Thank you. -Well, you know how I get.

-You know I cry over everything. -[indistinct].

♪♪

I'm making your favorite drink.

What's with the overnight bag?

Is there a game I didn't know about?

Can we sit down and talk?

Yeah.

I'm not happy.

I'm sorry. I'm confused with what's going on here.

What are you confused about?

I can't fucking breathe in this perfect house

with these perfect paintings.

Okay.

Talk to me.

Are you just having a bad day or something?

No, actually, I-I spent the day talking to my therapist.

Midlife crisis? Sounds like it.

Allura, I'm drowning here with you.

What are you talking about?

You're famous. You have three Super Bowl rings.

Oh. Okay, I-I understand what's going on here. I get it.

What you're saying is that my big life

is just too rich for that little Philly kid.

But you're leaving out all of your success and brilliance.

Yeah, exactly. Why do I forget about all of that in your presence?

I don't know. Why do you?

Because next to you, I feel hopelessly and ridiculously small.

That's not on me, that's on you.

Fuck you.

And don't fucking gaslight me either.

'Cause I've been feeling like this for years,

and I know you have too.

What's going on with you?

I feel like you're not telling me the whole story.

What's really going on? I want a divorce.

You want a divorce?

What are you talking about?

I'm seeing somebody else.

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Allura!

Allura!

How could he do this? How could he want somebody else?

You know what I'ma do?

I'ma find his ass, and I'ma cut off that big, Philly dick.

-[Liberty and Allura laughing] -[Emerald] No, I'ma do it.

I keep a knife in my purse at all times.

Do not think I won't.

[Liberty laughs]

He's intimidated.

Weak men just can't handle strong women.

What? What's that look?

This. This moment.

I always knew this exact moment would darken my doorstep,

and here it is.

What's the moment, honey?

[Allura] That he would leave.

That he was 10 years younger than me,

and he would leave me for someone younger.

I mean, am I no longer vital anymore?

Is it someone else's turn?

Are the best years behind me?

No! Fuck no. The best is yet to come.

Are you crazy? Look... Thank you.

Let me invite you to think about this differently, okay?

This is not about age or age difference.

This right here is about character.

And while we at it, girlfriend, let me speak on you for a second,

because you don't have a good picker.

It's true, you don't.

Flash and trash swivels your head.

[chuckles] I don't disagree.

What? I don't have a good picker?

-Nope. -Not true!

[Emerald] Okay, let's talk about it.

When you first introduced us to Chase, I said,

"Okay, he's cute." You know what I mean?

Stunning face, nice ass, but not that smart.

Didn't have a lot of money.

Could be a little bit of a gold digger.

Face it, you like rough trade.

What? You do.

Okay, but the truth of the matter is maybe that's about control.

I mean, she's got a point.

That last guy, he was just a little sketchy, right?

Oh, my God, DJ Chaos?

Good Lord and good night. You know he was the exact same.

[Liberty] Just a little musky and slightly unwashed.

You know, guys that start out working at gas stations

end up as models.

Wait, so you both thought Chase was a bad choice.

-[Emerald] Yeah! -Why didn't anyone tell me?

Uh, well, we knew you loved him.

And for me, personally, I thought, "Well, guys do it all the time.

They marry younger women, and nobody says a word about it."

So I thought, "Good for you."

And... deep down, I guess I thought it was brave.

Ditto.

I settled. All because of what? Low self-esteem?

Did I not love myself enough?

Oh! Oh n-- Oh. Honey.

Honey.

I'ma keep it real with you.

Then? No, you didn't.

But now you know. So now you can.

I failed. I hate failing.

You know what's coming up?

-[Allura] Hmm? -Sheila Baskin's auction.

We are going to take you to New York, and we are going to buy you

-the most breathtaking piece of bling. -[Emerald] Yes.

And after that, dinner at Kappo Masa

and oysters and martinis 'til dawn.

Yes!

That actually sounds like the best day ever.

Yes, that ought to put a battery in your bag.

[laughter]

Now, who's in for the hot tub?

Come on. Up. [claps hands]

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[Emerald] Okay, so who is down for skinny dipping 'cause I am.

-[Allura] I am! -[Emerald laughing]

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Think she knows?

Not yet.

[both moan]

She's gonna make it her mission to know.

Yeah. Well, in the words of Allura Grant...

Mm.

...all's fair in love and war.

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