All language subtitles for Beyond.the.Gates.S02E71.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_track3_[eng]

I could stay wrapped
in your arms all week.

Woman, don't tempt me.

-God, you feel so good. Mmm.
-Mm.

The feeling is mutual.

But I suppose I should get up

and make my incredibly handsome
husband some breakfast.

Okay. Since when
did you become Martha Stewart?

And should I be checking for
body snatchers in the basement?

No, don't get it twisted,
Mr. Richardson.

I'm not about
to go all trad wife

-and start baking bread
and canning preserves.
-Mm-hmm.

But when a man brings that good
the way you do,

it inspires a woman
to show her appreciation.

Mm...

Well, it's gonna have
to wait till later.

As much as I would love to
sample your culinary delights,

um, I already have
breakfast plans with somebody.

Anyone I should
be concerned about?

Like your nephew?
No, I hope not.

Last I checked,
Martin can barely breathe

between campaign events.

Yeah, we're gonna grab
some grub,

and then we're gonna
squeeze in 18 holes

with these two
political podcasters

I'm connecting him with.

Yeah, Martin wants to make sure
the right people

are saying
the right things about him

before we go into this, uh,
this election time.

And his fundraiser.

-Look at you.
-Yeah.

Campaigning like a true Dupree.

Well, just don't forget
which Dupree comes first.

-Hey...
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, um...

I need to grab my bag
before you convince me

to call and tell him
something came up.

Something did come up.
Multiple times, as I recall.

Oh.

Hi.

What brings you by?
Not that I am complaining.

I just left a meeting
with Dad and Madison

-about that awful lawsuit.
-Oh, that mess.

Please tell me the judge laughed
them out of the courtroom.

Not yet, but Dad is confident
that they'll be dismissed.

Confidence has never been
your father's problem.

No, that would be his inability
to stay faithful

to the women he marries.

Naomi Hamilton Hawthorne.

You know I love
a dose of hot mess

with my morning coffee,
so cozy up and spill.

Just who is your father
cheating on Hayley with?

Apparently, you.

Morning, Nicole.

Bill.

Hayley.

Nicole, that color
is stunning on you.

Is that outfit new?

-It is not.
-Oh. Well,

you should be in a magazine,

because you have
impeccable taste.

I wish I could return
the compliment.

BILL:
Okay, I see
the temperature in here

dropped about 20 degrees.

Maybe we steer this
to friendlier waters?

Like our brilliant daughters
closing the Fenmore's deal.

Indeed. Chelsea and Kat
worked their tails off on it.

-I am very proud of them.
-HAYLEY: Mm.

Imagine having your purse line
on the shelves

of one of the last
truly iconic retail houses.

When I was little,
I used to press my face

against Fenmore's
window displays and just dream

of one day being able to afford
one of those gowns.

Forrester Creations.

Oh, Barbara Ryan Originals. Oh.

All we could afford were
Spectra knockoffs, if that.

Well, then, I guess
dreams do come true.

Look at you now.

Able to walk in there
with a black card,

courtesy of my sister's
ex-husband.

If the two of you
will excuse me,

I'm sure I can make myself
useful at the hospital.

This is Vanessa McBride. Again.

If you want that penthouse,
I need the deposit wired today.

Not tomorrow. Today.

I'm holding it for you
as a courtesy,

but that courtesy has limits.

-Someone's having a morning.
-Lynette Wise.

The woman begged me to find her
somewhere nice in the area,

so I snag her
the perfect penthouse,

and now she's ghosting me.

She didn't show up
for our meeting yesterday.

Stood me up
without so much as a text.

Now she's not
returning my calls.

It's like the woman vanished
off the face of the Earth.

♪ ♪

Mom. Hey.

Hey, there, baby.

And good morning to you, too.

I heard that you started
taking extra precautions

now that the campaign
is heating up.

How's the family
adjusting to this new normal?

Best as they can.

The kids at school
think it's weird.

Doesn't exactly allow them
to blend in

when you have security SUV
dropping them off

and suited guards watching
their every move while in class.

But Jessica told Tyrell

that it makes her feel
like a VIP, so silver linings.

Girlfriend approval holds sway.

How about Smitty?

Not so much.

He's only covered
when he's with me or the kids.

He's worried that his sources
won't talk to him.

Seems like your husband's days

of writing fluff pieces
are over.

Investigative journalism.

-It's what he loves.
-I don't doubt it.

Any chance you know what
he's working on these days?

REN: Yo. What's the word?

All caps.

Keep your damn couriers
in check.

Wait. Say that again?

I'm talking about this
Rashad clown you stuck us with.

Rashad?

Nah. You got it mixed up.

-The man's solid.
-Not anymore.

Who the hell
does he think he is,

demanding my runner change
the location for the drop?

You better get him in line,
before important people realize

you can't keep
your people in order.

All right, say less.

I'm-a put him in his place.

Permanently, if I have to.

Yo?

Anybody here?

Not this nonsense again.

Naomi, I need you to hear me
loud and clear.

I am not having an affair
with your father.

It's ancient history.
Buried, like a mummy.

In fact, King Tut
would have a better chance

at resurrection
than Bill and me.

Look, I'm sure Hayley thought
the same thing until yesterday.

What are you talking about?

When you called to tell us
that Gran was in remission,

Hayley was standing right there
when Dad answered the phone.

-So?
-He called you "baby."

-No, he didn't.
-Yes, he did.

And trust me,
by the look on Hayley's face,

she heard it, too,
and she was not very pleased.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
we were married for decades.

Old habits slip out.

That's muscle memory,
not infidelity.

It doesn't mean a damn thing.

-Not to you.
-You know what,

I'm not responsible
for Hayley's insecurities.

Maybe she should focus
on emotional development.

You know, learning to share,
use your inside voice

and not throw tantrums
when it's close to naptime.

NAOMI:
Andre.

I didn't realize
you were still home.

Or what?

You wouldn't have brought up
the fact that my wife

has been sleeping around on me?

Don't let what Nicole said
get to you, okay?

Please. Ms. Holier-Than-Thou
Hypocrite?

I mean, where was
all that moral outrage

when she was getting it on

with her ex-husband's
business partner?

Or do the rules not apply
when you're a Dupree?

Hm. Well, from what I hear,
she's still seeing Carlton.

-Mm.
-Well, him and a few others.

Good for her. You know,
maybe she should focus on

her own messy love life instead
of throwing daggers at mine.

Yeah, well, you know, she's just
being a protective big sister.

Hell, Naomi is the same way
when it comes to Chelsea.

You know, being tight-knit
is just the Dupree way.

Yeah, it's impossible.
You know what?

Let Nicole say
whatever she wants.

I have bigger things on my mind.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

Like what?

If only I could put
my hands around

Lynette Wise's neck right now.

Yo, that's, uh, wild.

She really just
went ghost on you, huh?

Do you know how many hours

I spent combing through listings
for that woman?

How many personal favors
I called in? And for what--

so she could treat me
like I'm some swipe-left energy?

Not even worth a courtesy text?

Sounds like she wasted
more than your time.

Damn right she did.

Now I've got the sellers
asking me what happened

and wondering if I can
actually close a deal.

People don't understand

what goes into finding
someone's dream home. I...

I don't just show up
with a key and open a door.

It's real work.

And you're damn good at it.

One of the best in the business.

Isn't that right, Randy?

Y-Yeah, If I had enough bread
to afford a new crib,

I wouldn't want nobody else.

See?
There's a ringing endorsement.

Then why do I keep
getting clients

who treat me
like I'm disposable?

Because some people are just
caught up in their own mess.

Don't let one flaky client

make you doubt
what you bring to the party.

You're brilliant at this.

And the people who matter
see it.

How do you always know
just what to say?

-Call it a gift.
-[phone dings]

Yo. I need to, uh,
go handle something.

I wish I knew what
Smitty's piece is about,

but your guess
is as good as mine.

He's keeping it
that close to the vest?

That's not like him.

Usually, he at least gives you
some broad strokes.

Not this time.

And trust me, I've asked.

All I know is it's,
in his words, game-changing.

That is quite a statement.

The terminology journalists use

when they're about to blow
the lid off of something.

That's what he's hoping for.

A story like that
might push people to take risks,

go places
they normally wouldn't.

Maybe even break a few rules
if he thought it was worth it.

Well, you know my husband.

When he's locked in like that,
nothing will stop him.

He'll do whatever it takes.

Konnichi wa,Takahashi-san,

and to all the esteemed curators
joining us today.

I think I speak for both
my partner and myself

when I say we would be
deeply honored

to be represented
at the Tokyo Fashion Collective.

Absolutely. ChelseaKat
is all about jibun rashiku,

being your truest, boldest self.

Now, I don't know
if you had a chance

to review our lookbook yet,

but this particular collection
is our love letter to Japan.

If you turn to...

Oh, you... you've seen it.

And you like it?

We were prepared to do
the whole song and dance.

Arigato gozaimasu,
Takahashi-san.

We are so, so honored.

And we'll wait
for further correspondence.

-Sayonara.
-Sayonara.

Did I just hear
what I think I heard?

-We're going to the
-We're going to the

-Tokyo Fashion Collection!
-Tokyo Fashion Collection!

Oh, yes.

Okay, Kat, breathe.
Yeah, it's-it's exciting,

but I just don't want to get
too hyped about this just yet.

This is our dream.

This is everything
we've been working towards.

Our empire in the making.

I just think we should hold off
on the coronation

until the deal
is actually inked.

Remember the Golden Globes?

We were so close to having
our bag on that red carpet.

Yeah, and then the universe
said, "Plot twist."

Exactly. Poof, gone.

And yet,
just having a shot at that

blew up our analytics.

And the Fenmore's deal is solid.

I'm not trying
to kill your vibe.

Why can't you just
let us have this moment?

Maybe because there's a lawsuit
hanging over my head

that could ruin everything,

including my relationship,
my wedding

and ChelseaKat's
entire momentum.

Andre, I-I don't know
what to say.

How about we start from the top?

O-kay, well, um...

I was...

I'm sorry.

Wait, why are you laughing?

I'm as just
messing with you, Naomi,

Man, you should have seen
the look on your face.

Don't mess with my daughter
like that.

-It's not funny.
-I...

Come on,
it-it was a little funny.

Okay, I'm so sorry,
but what is going on here?

I just brought up
the fact that my mother

could be having an affair,

and you guys are acting like
I gave the weather forecast.

Sweetheart, I hate to burst
your scandal bubble,

but Andre and I
don't do jealousy.

-Yeah.
-What does that even mean?

It means when we started this
unconventional arrangement...

-We made a promise
to each other.
-Mm-hmm.

-No petty games.
-No ego battles.

And no keeping score.

DANI:
Life is already
complicated enough,

and we've gone too far
to let insecurities

and possessiveness
poison what we've built.

So, you're not even
a little upset

at the thought of Mom
sneaking around with my dad,

the man she was married to
for decades?

Nah. I know your mother.

She's a lot of things.

She's opinionated, impulsive,

stubborn as hell
when she wants to be...

And shines bright
like a diamond?

ANDRE:
And that, too.

But one thing she's not
is a liar.

I have faith that your mother
respects me-- and us--

enough to be honest if she was
even remotely considering

getting mixed up
with Hamilton again.

And trust me, she ain't.

Uh, I would rather
have a lobotomy,

since that's what it felt like
being married to your father.

Oh, wow.

Well, you guys are like
the poster children

-for modern marriage.
-ANDRE: Yeah,

I like to think of it
as grown and, uh, evolved.

Even though we still giggle
like two little kids in love.

Let's be clear:
she giggles, I don't.

-Except when I tickle you.
-Okay, Dani, don't-- stop...

Dani! Dani!

Dani-- okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm sorry, I...

I shouldn't be so distracted
when I'm sitting

right across
from my beautiful wife.

Hmm. It's fine.

-I-I know you're busy.
-Well-- yeah, well,

Caroline's just updating me
on a client.

Oh, okay, well, go ahead
and finish that. I can wait.

No. Uh, you shouldn't have to.

Not when you were about to tell
me what's been on your mind.

It's nothing major.

Mm. But it's got you
preoccupied.

And you're not sleeping.

-You noticed?
-Yes.

Tossing and turning,
making the bed

rumble like an earthquake.

Mm.

I, um, I just couldn't
get my brain to shut off.

-Hmm.
-It happens.

Hayley?

You might as well admit
what's going on,

since I know exactly
what's troubling you.

This is about Lynette,
isn't it?

So, your husband
is working on a story

that could potentially upset
some very powerful people,

but he doesn't want the security
you have for him.

He agreed to a panic button,
at least.

That doesn't sound
counterintuitive to you?

He says he can handle himself.

I'm sure he can.

Smitty is smart and resourceful,

but it doesn't hurt
to be careful.

People don't like to be exposed.

And if they feel threatened,
they don't always play nice.

Our family certainly didn't.

I wasn't going there.

Then let's not.

Honestly, I don't love it,

but I don't have much
of a choice in the situation.

You're married to the man,
and you're a sitting

-U.S. congressman.
-That's exactly the problem.

For most of our relationship,

my career has been the sun
everything orbits.

Smitty has to rearrange his life
to fit in mine.

Moving meetings,
canceling trips,

putting his career
on the back burner.

It's his sacrifice
that has allowed me to shine.

Now it's his turn.

I have to say,
I am pretty proud of you.

Putting Smitty's needs first--
that is real growth.

I had an excellent teacher.

A wise psychiatrist once told me

the key to any relationship
is balance.

A little give-and-take.

I suppose I do offer
some sound advice

from time to time.

Try "all the time."

If only I could take my own.

You ever have
one of those weeks

where the universe
just keeps testing you?

Because I am this close

to throwing my phone
into traffic

and starting a new life.

Just disappear and become
a Pilates instructor in Bali

or something.

-You're joking.
-Not entirely.

Nicole and I aren't speaking,

-Deanna hates me.
-No.

-Deanna hates me.
-Same difference.

And to add spoiled icing
to an already rancid cake,

a top buyer flaked on me.

Sounds like
you could use a drink.

Try a vacation.

A long one.

You know, I can arrange that.

-Be serious, Joey.
-I am.

We could get out of town
for a while.

Get away from the drama
and the noise

and the people
who don't appreciate you

the way they should.

You remember the last time
we went out of town

on a romantic getaway?

That was when I lost Doug.

Okay, pause. This lawsuit
will not blow us up.

Who's the smartest lawyer
in the DMV?

My sister.
And the second is my dad.

Isn't it the other way around?

Whatevs. And I know they're
all over this case,

-but...
-Hold up.

Aside from whether or not
Bill or Naomi

will get this tossed out,
which they will--

because they can outlawyer
Thurgood Marshall--

remember when we finally
told everybody about ChelseaKat,

and Naomi insisted
on reviewing the legal stuff?

She made us list
every worst-case scenario

that could tank the company.

-It was exhausting.
-But it was necessary.

And she ensured us
that no matter what--

marriage, divorce,
alien invasion--

ChelseaKat would stand
on its own two feet.

Okay, you're right.

Legally, we're untouchable.

But there are so many
other things to worry about.

-Like what?
-Like the court
of public opinion.

What happens when my name
gets dragged through the mud?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to dredge up a bad memory.

But honestly, that's exactly
why we should go.

E-Explain.

Yes, our last trip
was ill-timed,

but that was a fluke.

And there's no reason why
we should let one tragedy

ruin everything good
that came after it.

And you know...

...you can't turn down
a good Napa red.

-Wine country?
-Yeah.

Spend our days
drinking ourselves silly,

meals that go on for three hours
until you forget the time,

evenings strolling
through vineyards.

That does sound appealing.

And I have been working nonstop.

And I've been up to my neck

with Leslie's endless nonsense.

We could both use a break.

How can I say no to that?

You can't.

Now, I have some loose ends
to tie up before we go.

As do you.

I can bring my laptop and...

take care of anything
work-related that comes up.

No, this isn't work,
it's more personal.

Like what?

You need to make nice
with your best friend.

Vanessa and I had a blowup.
A big one.

And we haven't spoken since.

Oh. I know how much
that relationship means to you.

It really does.

But I don't know how to fix it.

I don't even know
if she even wants me to try.

Well, that same
wise psychiatrist

also told me if a relationship
is worth fighting for,

you put in the effort.

Even if it's uncomfortable
to do so?

Especially when
it's uncomfortable to do so.

Quote it right.

Throwing my wisdom back at me
seems a little unfair.

Tough love is needed sometimes.

What can I say?
You raised me right.

Well, I need to get back
to the hospital

before my patients diagnose me
with avoidance issues.

-I love you.
-I love you too.

And I respect and admire you,
Dr. Dupree.

What makes you think
I'm worried about Lynette?

I mean, once I realized
she's probably been using me,

there was nothing left
to worry about.

All I have to do
is just stay away from her.

Yeah, well, but you know, making
a rational decision about her

isn't the same
as pulling back emotionally.

Yeah, I can't just
erase her from my brain.

Yeah, I understand that.

How could I be that naive, babe?

Well, that's partially my fault.

You know, the same way
doctors set boundaries

with their patients,
in the legal field,

we do the same with clients.

-Yeah. Stay objective, huh?
-Yeah.

And wary. You know, I mean,
you barely know Lynette.

It's not like you two
grew up together.

Mm. That's right.

Look, I am just upset
that I let her get in my head.

Well, your knight
in shining armor

is prepared to intervene
if necessary.

You know, as a matter of fact,
I'm gonna find her myself

and give her
a piece of my mind.

No.

I mean, no need.

I can handle it.

Okay. If you're sure.

I am.

[phone chimes]

BILL:
Wonder what that's about.

Almost forgot. I have
a dental cleaning this morning.

Okay, well, I'll drive you.

Uh, Caroline handled the client
issues, so I have time.

No, not for something
this minor.

I can catch a rideshare.

I'll meet you
at the office later, okay?

-Okay.
-Mwah.

Thank you.

What's with the heavy?

Is there something
I need to be made aware of?

Nothing like that.
Just precaution.

Hmm. So...

you waiting on someone?

Yes, actually.

Andre should have
been here by now.

I wonder what's keeping him.

I go to the bathroom
for two minutes,

and you two are still at it?

I am sorry.

Andre and I
tend to get carried away.

Well, glad I walked in
when I did.

Another ten seconds
and I'd need therapy.

Yeah, I should grab my gym bag,

uh, before Martin
blows my phone up.

I guess I'll be seeing
you later, baby?

-Mm...
-Mm.

You see what I did there?

You think you're cute.

I know I am.

-Naomi. Mm-hmm.
-Andre.

Wow.

You two really are perfect
for each other.

And I know I wasn't
originally the biggest fan

-of your marriage.
-You don't say?

Fair. But I can admit
when I'm wrong.

It's just nice seeing somebody
who actually cherishes you

and makes you happy.

I just wish Dad had someone
who did the same for him.

I don't.

[phone chimes]

The hell you smiling at?

Just a funny post on IG.

You know that Jet2holiday meme?

I'm-a Jet2you on a permanent
holiday if you keep playing.

-You know you're not
supposed to be in here.
-Hey, hold up.

Hold up.

I waited outside
to hand off the keys,

but Angelo ain't never show,
so I figured he was in here.

I swear I want snooping,
man, you know me.

Know you?

No, not well enough.

Come on, Ren.

I been pitch-perfect.

Hasn't everything
been going smooth?

I ain't never slipped up,
not one time.

And this time,
only 'cause somebody else

wasn't where
they was supposed to be.

So, that's why you moved
the pickup location.

Thought so.

Guilty by association
by association.

The point is

the second
this lawsuit goes public,

people will start
to connect the dots.

"Madison Montgomery
engaged to Chelsea Hamilton.

I guess we know
where she stands on science."

Girl, you are spiraling
right now.

With good reason.

We are this close to landing
the Tokyo Fashion Collective,

until some scandalous reporter
digs up the lawsuit

and deems us too controversial.

You know what
I'm saying is valid.

I do.

One random like at 2:00 a.m.,
and then suddenly,

you're the villain of the week.

Everyone always assumes
the worst and shares the post.

By the time the truth comes out,
the damage is already done.

Sponsors pull out,
collabs disappear.

We've worked too hard to let
something we didn't even say

spoil everything.

Well, then it's time
to come up with a plan.

Just when I think
I've got you figured out,

you go and astonish me anew.

What did I do now?

Wasted our precious time
together

by encouraging me to go
make peace with Nicole.

You.

The man she swore was
the devil in a tailored suit.

-She said that?
-Might as well have.

The insinuations
she made about you were awful.

And she basically told me
I lost my damn mind

getting involved with...

-wi...
-A successful businessman?

Why are you okay with this?

Because I know how much
she means to you.

Trust me, my ego can take it.

I've been called a lot worse.

The last thing I want
is for you to lose

your closest friend
on account of me.

I don't even know
if Nicole thinks

we have a friendship
worth repairing.

What if I reach out
and she still shuts me down?

There's only one way
to find out.

Mm, fine.

I'll do it.

But you do realize

how rare this is,
for a man to care about

his woman's friendships?

Maybe I'm not like other men.

You certainly are not.

Andre will be here
in any moment,

and I wouldn't want
to give him the wrong impression

by having you warm his seat.

Okay, just relax, okay?
I'll leave once your...

cousin-slash-uncle-slash-Dani's
student project shows up.

Oh, the cool and calm
Bill Hamilton is pressed.

This is new.

Please.

I don't lose sleep over Andre.

The man's still figuring out
how to tie his own shoes,

let alone fill mine.

And if anyone's pressed,
it's you,

with all this new security.

Precaution.
It comes with the job.

Which one?

I beg your pardon?

Well, word around town is
you're making a Senate run

after reelection.

Is that wise, Martin? Hmm?

Given your,
shall we say, checkered past?

I should have known
the news would have reached you

before I was ready to share.

Oh, come on, nephew.

You know nothing happens
in the DMV without my knowledge.

And I'm no longer your nephew
or your client,

so no longer is it your concern.

You sure about that?

Just a reminder.

You're not the only one
with a vested interest

in your past staying buried.

I don't need you...

Listen to me.

There'll be a hell of a lot
more scrutiny on you

mounting a senatorial campaign.

Are you prepared
for that kind of heat?

Okay.

Do I need to turn around
and come back

the way that I came?

So, what's this grand plan
of yours?

You are.

Come again?

You're Chelsea Hamilton,
aka "TheRealChels."

Do you understand
the power in that?

Well, power doesn't mean much
when the Internet

can write its own narrative.

You run the Internet.

That's the difference.

You built an audience
of millions,

and no negative press
from some greedy client

or ambulance-chasing lawyer
can touch that.

Your community trusts you,
not the noise.

And cuz,
nobody's life got noisier

than when your mom pulled out
that gun at Bill's wedding.

-Don't remind me.
-You survived that circus

and came out trending.

You'll do the same for this.

That was a wild time,
but maybe you're right.

Since the ordeal with Allison,

it's been harder for me
to remember

that some actual good
can come from my platform.

And I will always be here
to remind you.

Now, can we please, please,
please go back to celebrating?

Mani-pedis at the club, on me?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Thanks for the heads-up.

I'm in no mood
to make nice with those two.

Well, I guess
it was a good thing

you were running late then, huh?

Bill wanted to have
breakfast together.

I had to lie
and say I had a dental cleaning

just to get away from him.

Oh, how sweet.

Boy, stop.

If Bill could schedule
my breathing, he would.

But anyway,

what did you need to tell me
that couldn't wait?

Randy?

I didn't want to text this
over the phone,

you know, just in case.

Just in case what?

If anyone--

and I mean anyone--
asks about Lynette,

you have not seen her.

That's hers.

So, wait, does this mean...

The less you know the better.

Is she... really gone?

For good, this time.

Chief, do you have
a moment to talk?

For you, Dr. Dupree,
I'll make time.

Is something wrong, Nicole?
You seem upset.

I thought you said you wanted
the investigation

into my computer being
compromised handled internally.

Well, I do.
That's right.

So, then, can you explain to me

why you had Detective Malone
come talk to me?

Malone is a friend.

So he said.

He'll keep it quiet,
and off the books.

The important thing right now
is to find out

who accessed your computer
and why.

WOMAN [over P.A.]:
Rapid response, room 715.

Just the person
I was looking for.

Vanessa.
Good to see you.

Is it?

Because the look on your face
says otherwise.

Joey felt our friendship
was worth saving.

Apparently, you don't
feel the same.

Oh, okay, I see.
So, the only reason you're here

is because Joey okayed it,

not because you have
genuine remorse

for falling out with me
over a man

that you have barely known
for a year?

A man I love,

and who loves me.

Here I thought my best friend,

the one person who has seen me
at my worst

and still stood by me,

could be happy
I found something real.

After what happened
to my husband,

after my world
was torn apart, but...

...you can't even pretend
to be happy for me, can you?

Of course I want
to be happy for you, Vanessa,

-but I just don't...
-But not with him.

Not on my terms?

Only if it looks
the way you think it should?

Well, I see
we're at an impasse.

I'd call it more than that.

Tell me, Nicole.

Is our friendship
worth saving at this point?

It's about time you got here.

Yeah, I'm sorry, cuz.

I got tied up
talking with Dani and Naomi.

You know, family stuff.

I'm not in the mood
for breakfast anymore.

Seems I've lost my appetite.

Well, are you still down
for the golf game?

-My guys are already here.
-Yeah.

-Let's go say hey.
-Cool.

Um, y-you know, actually,

you go ahead
and introduce yourself first.

I'll just be a minute.

So, what?

You need me to sign
your permission slip

before recess starts?

That's funny.

Yeah, I heard about the slip
you made, calling Dani "baby"?

Well, first off,
I don't recall saying that,

and if I did,
old habits die hard.

Mm. I'm not stressing over it.
You know, I get it.

You guys were married
for decades.

Then what's this about?

Just so we're clear, you know,

man-to-man...

...I'm the only one who gets
to call her "baby" now. Hmm?

You have a good day, old school.

Here's to you, Lynette.

And here's to me,

finally being free
of that bitch.

Vanessa leave?

You know, you're awfully
concerned about my woman lately.

Maybe you should start
worrying about your own.

Yeah, well, uh,
I would if I could,

but what do you know?

Can't seem to find her, either.

You mean you can't find out
where Lynette ran off to?

I thought you two were so close.

Well, she really ain't the type
to let a man lock her down.

You feel me?

-Right.
-Joey,

I know what you thinking,
and on my word,

this ain't landing at your door.

Well, see that it doesn't,

or Lynette won't be the only one
who's gone without a trace.

The elevator was
getting way too crowded.

It was only a matter of time
before somebody

spotted the drop,
so I just pivoted.

I told the other courier,
"Meet me in the stairwell,"

so I just thought, you know...

Yo, you don't get paid to think!

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org