[♪ "I'll Never See Heaven Again" by Teddy Pendergrass playing]
♪ Oh love ♪
♪ I'll never find the words on my own ♪
-[door opens] -[boys chattering]
Whoa-ho-ho! Guess who's coming to dinner!
Mm! No, not you! Why-why are y'all here?
I thought y'all left for Coachella an hour ago.
Mama, Kendrick Lamar and Lil Baby don't go on until midnight, okay?
We are not sitting through Mumford & Sons.
[Elijah] Yeah, nah.
But don't worry. We 'bout to get out of here.
So, you can hook up with your sneaky link, Mr. Late Night.
Okay. Mr. FBI, CIA, and NSA,
how many place settings do you see?
-One. -Right. One.
[Egypt] Then what you all dressed up for?
And why you got the candles and the fancy food?
-Facts. -Hmm.
Why y'all all up in my business?
I am the queen of this castle,
-and I deserve all of this. -True.
Y'all are about to go off to your fancy Ivy League futures.
That means I don't have to clean up no messes, wipe asses,
I don't have to cook for y'all.
-Oh. -I said what I said, alright?
I plan on living in a manner worthy of my station.
-[Egypt] Valid. -[Ezra] Okay, but Mama,
I know we joke around about it a lot,
but you do know that if you wanted to start dating,
we would be okay with that, right?
Aw. Baby, thank you.
But I don't need your permission to do a damn thing.
-[Egypt and Elijah laugh] -Alright?
And I have had
18 years in this house full of testosterone.
I'm not trying to fill any voids.
But what you can do is get up, get out.
You're killing my vibe, alright?
Me and Teddy P had a thing going on.
-Hey. -Go on, shoo, shoo, shoo.
Get your hand back and get out. Alright?
-Love you, Mama. -Be careful.
-Drive safe. Don't text. -Absolutely.
Ah. And you, you in charge. Go.
[Ezra] I know. Ma?
What?
You really do look beautiful tonight.
Love you.
You heard her, I'm in charge, bro. I'm driving.
-[Elijah] She didn't mean that. -[Ezra] No, no...
[boys chattering indistinctly]
♪ So good, oh oh ♪
♪ Ah ah, uh ♪
♪ All I wanna do is make love to you ♪
♪ Let me do, do, do, do, do, do, do, uh ♪
Last night, the boys went out. And it was just me and Buzz.
I was in that house screaming, "Thank you, Jesus" so loud,
the good Lord himself looked down on me and said,
"Baby, you're welcome."
Hmm? And I didn't have to make him dinner or nothing after.
But this Buzz, does he, uh, care about you?
He won't remember your birthday or what food you like to eat.
Or spend my money or give me grief.
All he needs is his batteries changed every once in a while.
[Allura] Look, I still believe,
even after everything I went through with Chase,
that a life lived with another person
is better than a life alone.
You know that deep inside.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have become a mother.
What? One who chose artificial insemination. Okay?
I-I-I don't want to give up precious time
on an app trying to find my soulmate
by swiping left or swiping right.
Yeah, same. Dating sucks.
All that incessant game playing
or wondering about what to wear or how to act.
-The fact that you have to act. -Mm.
I mean, worrying about coming off as too successful.
[Liberty] Or not successful enough. It's a minefield.
I gave it up years ago, just like you.
I swore never to kiss another fucking frog again.
Until you guys told me to give it one last try,
and that last frog turned out to be quite the prince.
Baby, Reggie is a snack.
You got a needle in a haystack with that one.
[Allura] Alright, come on.
Time to start sorting through hay.
-No. -Come on, try it.
"Prestige Partners.
Because power couples aren't born, they're matched."
I will throw up on this table.
[Liberty] Think of it like a prescreen.
It's just a lot more information there
than what you'll find at a bar.
But at least if you go to a bar, you can see what you're getting.
You can check the chemistry.
I mean, you know, without giving up
a precious Saturday night for nonsense.
But I do like the old-fashioned way.
Getting hooked up by, like, a friend.
Um, you remember Alise over at Adams, Poole & Spence?
She told me about this,
you know, nice party specifically for singles.
-Oh, yeah. When? -[Emerald] An--
-That sounds good. -Whoa.
-Relax. -[Liberty] Yeah.
It's this weekend, but I didn't say I was going.
-Oh, you're going. -What?
I think I'll have just enough time to get you ready by then.
Oh, my goodness. I feel like y'all are ganging up on me.
Just say yes and lock it in.
I'm putting y'all on time-out.
-[Liberty laughing] -What? I mean, I feel like you forcing me.
♪♪
Okay, Queen, so what's the vibe we're going for?
What kind of milkshake brings the boys to the yard?
Milkshake? I don't know.
See, because my vibe at work
is always contingent upon my clients, you know?
Do I need to look like
I run the world or care about the world?
You know, is it giving power, compassion,
Beyoncé, Michelle Obama.
This job definitely requires us to be chameleons.
That's what I'm saying. I can present as anything:
a friend, a boss, a therapist, hell, a hitman if the price is right.
But when I get ready to get dressed for mm-mm-mm...
I don't even know.
Well, because dressing for "mm-mm-mm"
isn't about presenting as anybody.
It's about presenting as you.
Revealing the inner Emerald Greene.
I guess.
Okay, now this is giving.
Giving a little mystery, but a little fun.
What do we think?
I think it's very naked-y.
I think that if I sit down in this thing,
I would literally reveal the inner Emerald Greene.
[laughs]
All my business will be in the streets.
Good.
But wait, you need this.
Oh, my, my, my.
I love it.
[Elijah] Mom, do we have more burritos in the garage?
Uh-uh, I'm not doing the mom thing tonight.
Especially with the way I look in these shoes.
-[Elijah] Woo-hoo-hoo! -[Egypt whistles]
-Mama, you look-- -Bangable.
What? Ew, don't say that shit to your mama.
But thank you.
[laughs]
Why is all this mess in the floor?
Oh, nah, we're going camping at Angeles Crest.
But didn't y'all just get back from...
Not doing the mom thing.
Whichever way the wind blows, be safe, be smart.
Oh, and another thing.
I don't want none of y'all behind the wheel of a car
with as much as an aspirin in your system.
-You understand me? -[sons] Yes, ma'am.
-I'm off. -Ooh! Mama's 'bout to get her smooch on.
Okay!
Hey, Mama, text us if you need a background check.
Yeah, and please don't go to no secondary location.
Oh, Lord. I taught y'all that.
Glad you remember, though.
Hey, y'all. Mama 'bout to get it on.
♪ Hey, hey, Mama 'bout to get it on ♪
-♪ Hey, hey ♪ -♪ Mama 'bout to get it on ♪
-♪ Hey, Mama 'bout to get it on ♪ -You know what? Stop it.
Get back in the house, you pack of hyenas.
Go clean up my living room.
[Egypt] We love you.
[♪ "Big Energy" by Latto playing]
♪ Bad chick, I could be your fantasy ♪
♪ I can tell you got big, big energy ♪
♪ It ain't too many of 'em that can handle me ♪
♪ But I might let you try it off the Hennessy ♪
♪ Make 'em sing to this thing like a melody ♪
♪ I can tell you got big, big energy ♪
♪ It ain't too many of 'em that can handle me ♪
♪ But I might let you try it off the Hennessy ♪
♪ Make 'em sing to this thing like a melody ♪
♪ And if your girl ain't right, I got the remedy ♪
♪ It ain't too many of 'em that can handle me ♪
♪ Bad chick, I could be your fantasy ♪
♪ Got that real big energy ♪
♪ Got that big, big energy ♪
[Alise] Who in the fuck is that?
Come on, Beyoncé.
Girl, you better eat. Eat!
-I hate your damn guts. -[Alise laughing]
What the fuck am I doing here?
You love me, A, and B, you're here for a chill night
with like-minded, sophisticated persons who are over the apps
and have been there and done that with the clubs.
Look, my former client hosts these twice a month.
It's grown up without being too...
grown up. It's a good vibe.
I do love a good vibe.
[both laughing]
Oh! Ohh. Okay. Okay.
-What? -Okay.
Well, uh, Mama don't need a handbook,
so I'm going to... I'm going to lap.
-No, no, no. -Yes, yes, yes.
-Don't leave me. -Yes, yes. Oh, I am. I am.
Goodbye! Have fun!
[sighs]
-[♪ "Alright" by Victoria Monét playing] -♪ He gave me some dick in bed ♪
♪ Now, he think his dick is embedded ♪
♪ 'Bout to leave his text on read ♪
♪ I'ma let him know that I read it ♪
♪ Makin' niggas feel a way, it's a forte, really ♪
♪ Might not even hit you when I'm in your city... ♪
Hi.
Hi, yourself.
I caught you looking at me.
[Emerald] No, I wasn't looking at you.
I-I mean, I was, but only because you were looking at me.
And then, then I looked back to say, like,
"Why is this guy looking at me?"
I guess you're just the best thing here I've seen to look at.
Is that the best line you could come up with?
[chuckles] I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Sue me.
Be careful what you wish for.
Let me get you a drink.
Oh. Okay.
What's your poison?
Amaretto Sour.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
Here you go.
[♪ "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C+C Music Factory playing]
[glasses clink]
♪ Everybody dance now ♪
♪♪
♪ Give me the music ♪
-♪ Everybody dance now ♪ -Oh!
♪ Da da da da ♪
♪ Da da, da da da da ♪
♪ Da da da da, da da da da ♪
♪ Da da da ♪
♪ The music is my life ♪
-♪ Everybody dance now ♪ -[garbled conversations]
♪ Everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪♪
♪ Da da dum dum, dum dum dum dum ♪
♪ Dum dum da da dum dum ♪
[birds chirping]
[dog barking in distance]
[moans softly]
[♪ solemn music playing]
[groans]
[coughing]
[♪ dark music playing]
-♪ Everybody dance now ♪ -[Emerald grunts]
♪ Everybody dance now ♪
[retches, coughs]
-[Emerald grunts] -[ropes creaking]
[♪ music slows down]
-[distorted] ♪ Give me the music ♪ -[camera shutter clicking]
♪ Everybody dance now ♪
[♪ music speeds up]
-[Emerald moans] -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Everybody dance now ♪
[sighs]
[coughing]
[beeping]
[line ringing]
[operator] 911, what's your emergency?
[♪ somber music playing]
[doctor] Ms. Greene?
Ms. Greene?
Yes. Sorry.
[doctor] I know this is tough.
The results of the rape kit we performed
will take a few weeks to come back.
As for the physical examination, my findings were inconclusive.
No signs of trauma or injury, which means--
No definitive evidence to confirm sexual assault.
-Right? -Let me emphasize,
this does not invalidate what you say happened.
I don't know what happened to me.
That's my goddamn problem.
The results of the blood draw will hopefully yield some answers.
It should be another 30 minutes or so.
Jesus.
Are you sure there isn't anyone you want to call?
♪♪
[inhales deeply]
[exhales sharply]
♪♪
[line ringing]
[Allura] Hello?
Allura, hey. Um...
the, um, the gift that you gave me, I, um...
Some...
Something happened to it and, um...
I don't know what happened. I... I...
I can't remember, and it's...
it's ruined.
It's ruined. [crying]
[Allura] Where are you?
[doctor] Your blood work showed two substances:
gamma hydroxybutyrate, GHB, but also benzodiazepines.
What the fuck?
[doctor] It looks like whoever did this mixed their own special cocktail.
He's dead. Do you know how dangerous GHB is?
[doctor] Mix it with benzos, it can lead to respiratory failure,
central nervous system failure.
Miss Greene, you are lucky to be alive.
Oh, Em.
So, something did happen. But what?
[Dina] Can you remember anything else?
Anything at all? Really try to think.
Fear.
A primal fear.
Like it was going to be my last moment on Earth.
Well, it's going to be somebody's last moment on Earth
if I have anything to say about it.
[Allura] We will not let this go.
Justice will be served one way or the other.
Thank you. Thank all of you.
Um, I'm ready to go.
I want to forget it ever happened.
See? I told you.
Dating is not for me.
[Allura] Are you sure you're okay to do this?
I'm fine. I need this.
Work is a welcome distraction.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Goodfader.
Allura Grant.
Hi. Emerald Greene. Nice to meet you.
Hi. Thank you both for seeing me.
Of course.
My God, I'm surprised I'm even here.
I'm still in shock.
It was supposed to be a relatively painless divorce.
I mean, pro forma, really.
But apparently, now he's got the shark who's convinced him
that he's entitled to more than half of my business.
[Emerald] So no formal partnership or contract?
No, we had nothing, nothing formal.
But he's claiming that he should reap the benefits of my success
because he helped me when I first went out on my own.
Um, and my career has now taken off
and his, his hasn't.
His attorney is Sarah Lyles?
Oh, no, no. That-that's who he had. It's not who he has.
Oh, excuse me. Carrington Lane.
Shark is accurate, but she's no great white.
We're definitely not intimidated.
So, we know the key factors contributing
to why you and your husband both want a divorce.
But we would love to get a more personal picture from you
on how you all started and how you got to where you are today.
Sure.
Uh, so I-I first met Matty
when I moved from Microsoft to Google.
I was a software engineer, and he was a coder there.
It was an immediate connection.
In Judaism, there's a word, bashert.
It means, "Destined from above."
And that's how it felt, like we were, we were meant to be together.
[Matty] It's like I can see us growing older in the future.
You, me, our kids.
I'm not actually sure I want kids.
Really? How can you not want kids?
So that was the first clue that there might be a possible problem,
but it seemed innocuous at the time.
I mean, we just met.
How could we possibly know what we wanted or what,
-what the future might bring? -[champagne cork pops]
-Whoo! -Whoo!
To my beautiful badass tech maverick
and her very own disruption hub.
You're going to change the world, babe.
-[glasses clink] -Cheers.
[Cheryl] And I did.
My health platform just exploded.
And Matty couldn't have been happier for me or prouder.
And suddenly, we were married. We were in love.
I mean, it was perfect. Except for this one small thing.
-[Matty] Oh, baby. -[Cheryl moans]
[both moan]
-I'm going to cum. -You should pull out.
Oh, no, sweetie. Please, just once.
-Just... -No, Matt. Pull out. I mean it.
-Baby, please. -Matt, pull out! Stop.
[breathing heavily]
[Cheryl] Suddenly, I wasn't enough anymore.
He just became obsessed with having kids.
Do you remember Brad and Debby from Google?
He was a UX designer, and she was a cloud architect.
Mm.
They just had twins.
She only took, like, six weeks off and was already back at the office.
Now, they have live-in help, but Brad says that it's--
I don't really care what Brad says.
I don't want a baby, Matt.
And gradually, the sex just sort of stopped.
It's like we became strangers.
Like he saw no reason to be close to me anymore.
I just became this thing, this person who could give him
what he wanted but wouldn't.
And that's how it's been ever since.
I'm just living with a man who's in this perpetual state
of disappointment, and I can't, I can't take it anymore.
I'm clearly not enough.
And no matter what I've done,
what I have given him, given us,
it's not enough, and I'm, I'm just being punished
for the one thing that I wouldn't give him.
The one thing that would have made him whole,
that would have made him love me.
And you know, the sad part is, uh,
I still feel guilty
because I-I know women who want nothing more than have a baby
and some of them can't.
And I could have, so easily, and...
I refused to have one.
Look, I stuck with it as long as I could.
I-I do want to be fair to Matty, I really do,
but I feel like he's being punitive.
And I don't think I should be punished
for having chosen to do something that was right for me
rather than pleasing a man.
Cheryl, you were and are entitled to do with your body
whatever you choose.
And this little guilt trip of his,
that has a statute of limitations.
[Emerald] And no matter what this shark of an attorney says,
the law is on your side.
Make no mistake about that.
Our job is to make sure it stays there.
[Carrington] Well, hey, gals.
Boy, do I love coming here,
walking down that hallway shaped like a clown's cervix.
I hate you both so much that I'm specifically taking on clients now
just to come here and make your life a living hell.
Oh, and Allura, that weight you've put on since Chase dumped you
is hardly noticeable.
Thanks, Carr. It's a good thing you're so thin these days.
Less space for your personality.
Beef Curtains,
Black Mae West, as much as I'd love
to continue to exchange pleasant cocktail pleasantries,
there is a war to be won.
Your client's corporation, Healthworks,
has ballooned into a $30 billion enterprise,
largely due to the efforts of my client,
who is of course entitled to half the income accrued.
Thank you, California.
Plus, any communal property they share.
We'll take your proposal to our client.
Plus spousal support at, uh, $20 million a year.
Are you fucking kidding me?
[Carrington] There was a breach.
An expectation of children on the part of my client
and your client's refusal to honor that commitment constitutes fraud.
Not to mention emotional distress.
Spousal support because she didn't want kids.
We are talking about a potential breakdown of trust
in her destruction of community property,
if you can call a human life "property."
She didn't tell you.
Oh-ho-ho-ho, goodie!
I love surprises.
I'm talking about the baby she killed,
her husband's baby, as a matter of fact,
when she was three months preggers
10 years ago without telling him.
So she got an abortion. So what?
Last I checked, it was still legal in this state,
and she didn't need anybody's goddamn permission.
We are talking about mental cruelty.
She knew he wanted a child more than anything,
but Little Miss Mogul couldn't sacrifice her bigshot career,
her 24-inch waist to make him happy.
Her board of directors is made up of Silicon Valley conservatives
who all attend the Holy Church of Peter Thiel.
Were those boys to get wind of this,
she stands to lose a lot more
than the teeny tiny alimony we're asking for.
Madam Mix-A-Lot, I think it's time
for the victimization of men to be recognized.
I mean, women are not the only ones to suffer abuse.
Plenty of women inflict it, don't they?
Do we? You think we asked for this?
Is that what you think?
That we asked to be abused
and we asked to be taken advantage of
and treated like chattel, like some man's goddamn property
to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with it?
You stupid bitch.
I apologize.
I need a minute.
[Carrington] Please, please go on.
You are restoring my faith in the legal profession.
I was beginning to think it was boring.
[Emerald] Excuse me.
Ain't menopause a bitch?
Don't you have any compassion whatsoever?
For you two and your coat hanger-loving client?
Nope. Not one goddamn molecule of it.
Tell Emerald to try Estroven. Works wonders on mood swings.
Good afternoon.
Where are we flying to today? [chuckles]
[sighs]
-I'm sorry. -[Allura] No, I'm sorry.
I never should have let you be in there,
especially after everything that just happened.
You're right. I need to take some time.
You do.
Time to catch the motherfucker who drugged me
and almost left my kids without a mother.
I'll call you when I catch him.
Emerald, wait.
Wait, why? So you can try to talk me out of it?
No, fuck that.
We're going to help you find this asshole.
First things first, ladies:
we got to figure out who was at that party.
Now, this is everyone who RSVP'd.
A lot of people come as plus-ones through word of mouth.
It is a house party after all. I really hope this helps.
'Cause you know I don't play about you, right?
Thank you.
Even if he's not on the guest list,
everybody was taking tons of pictures.
All we have to do is find his face in the crowd,
and, boom, we're cooking with gas.
Better yet, a witness.
[Liberty] We need a picture of his car, the license plate number.
I'll canvass the neighborhood.
We're bound to find some security footage somewhere.
Got you.
Damnit.
This guy's like a phantom. Nothing but dead ends.
Except he's not.
Mr. Phantom is flesh and blood. And he's out there.
But this is how it goes. This is the name of the game.
So, what's next?
There is something.
There's always something.
[shouting on TV]
[speaker] [on TV] Well, let me tell you something,
-if they think they're gonna come back... -[cell phone buzzes]
[cell phone buzzes]
♪♪
[line ringing]
-[Allura] [over phone] Hello? -[Emerald] Allura, I'm sending you a link.
♪♪
[knock on door]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
I know you all are concerned,
but the last thing I need right now is sympathy.
[Dina] I don't blame you.
Actions speak so much louder than words.
Come, sit. We want you to see something.
What is it?
I had the photos cleaned.
Wait, you let strangers see me?
No, I have software from when I was following Chase.
Okay, well, no, thank you.
I-I don't need to see these images any clearer.
The grainier, the better.
No, it's not about what was done to you.
It's about where it was done.
In the corner of the frame, barely visible,
just sticking out underneath the bed,
an envelope, a blur.
But now... an address.
1546 East Grand. It's a resident.
Okay.
[Dina] The public has access to property records.
All you need to do is type in the address, which we did.
A few roadblocks, always.
No photos, unfortunately,
but you can get the deed history.
The purchase price, the date it was bought,
and who bought it.
-Got a name? -[Dina] The resident is dead.
He killed himself almost 10 years ago to the day.
A Mr. Conrad Walton.
And I give a shit about this guy because...
Because his son lives there now.
His 43-year-old single son.
I handled a class action suit against his father.
A Ponzi scheme he was running. He lost.
It bankrupted his company. It destroyed his credibility.
Two years later, he killed himself.
Are you saying that this guy went after me to get to you?
I think he started with you to get to me,
but I don't think he's going to stop with you.
This is a man who's playing the long game.
He wants it to hurt the way his father's death hurt him.
♪♪
Wow. Look at you.
Black Dick Tracy and his brand new whip.
Yeah, you like it?
It comes with a fancy siren and everything.
So what do you say?
Ride along with me like old times?
Woo-woo.
Nah, not today.
Today, I just want to know that you arrested the son of a bitch.
Then I'll let you get back to pretending to chase the bad guys.
Em... we can't arrest the guy.
Why the fuck not?
The evidence is inconclusive.
Bullshit. The toxicology report was clear.
Yes, they found drugs in your system,
but it doesn't prove that the suspect in question
was directly involved in administering those drugs
and that the pictures weren't...
consensual.
Now, if you had a clear memory of the event--
I was violated, damnit!
Y-you just going to let this animal go free after what he did to me?
Wow.
Thanks a lot... partner.
[engine starts]
Alright. It is coming along.
Hey-yo, y'all smell that? Hey, Ma! What you cooking?
-Mm. -It smells good in here, bro.
[Elijah] Woo-wee!
-Okay. -Wow!
Looks like somebody got them a second date, huh?
No, no, no. This, my boy, is another one of those self-care days, ain't it, Mom?
Nope and nope.
I am having dinner tonight with three of my favorite men.
Uh, we were actually going to go, uh, there's a basketball game.
No game. You're having dinner. I said what I said.
Now, do y'all want cheese on your Brussels sprouts,
or did y'all get too big for that?
[in unison] Cheese.
-[all laughing] -Hey, look.
He had them big old eyebrows like caterpillars, right?
-[Ezra] Uh-huh. -Right. And, and he said, he said,
"Miss-Miss Greene, can we get you to stay for some fellowship?"
-[Egypt] He slipped. -And Mama was searching for her purse.
And when she found that purse, she was out of there like Usain Bolt.
I'm telling you, man. She ain't never moved like that before.
Ma. Hey, chill out.
Ma, you okay?
No. No, babies, I'm not.
That's why I wanted to have dinner with y'all tonight,
because there's something I need to tell you.
Mama, what's going on? You're scaring me.
Last week, I was involved in an incident.
I... was drugged at a party.
Like a roofie?
Yeah, like a date rape drug kind of cocktail.
Sit down. I'm right here, and I'm okay. I am okay.
-[Egypt] Mama, what? -Sit down.
Please, let me get through this.
-[Elijah exhales] -[Emerald] Okay?
But that night, a stranger took me to his home and he took...
He photographed me.
No, I'm not going to lie to y'all and tell you
that it did not scare the shit out of me, because it did.
I felt violated, my person, my safety.
But the thing that...
scared me the most was the idea...
of not being y'all's mama no more.
I wouldn't get to hear about your day or give you some smartass advice
that I know you're not going to take.
[Ezra] He fucked up.
Alright, Ma? This dude picked the wrong woman, alright? We--
[Emerald] Hey, hey, Ezra.
Listen, cases like this are difficult.
You can't just walk in somebody's house and arrest them.
You gotta have evidence,
and you gotta have specific evidence.
So they just not going to do anything?
Listen, you know me.
Justice will be served.
I will be okay.
We will be okay.
Yeah?
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
You too, little one, come here.
♪♪
Come on. Come...
[elevator bell dings]
Hello? Can I help you?
You should be fired for not recognizing me
and slapped across the face for wearing that nauseating perfume
that makes you smell like a litter box.
Black coffee, please.
Oof. That's bitter.
Just like the women who own this joint.
Here's the deal, toots.
Your stubborn and way-too-soft soon-to-be ex-husband is,
uh, withdrawing all claim to your assets.
Yeah, that's right. He's not asking for a single cent
from the woman who murdered his child
without bothering to mention there was one.
And what precipitated this change?
He knocked up his girlfriend.
Yeah, that's right.
His new flame is obese with child.
So he no longer feels the need to punish
the former Mrs. Goodfader
for depriving him of his heart's desire
when the new and much improved Mrs. Goodfader
will deliver him his little dream come true.
Matty's girlfriend is pregnant?
I tried ad nauseam to convince him
that, uh, he was making a mistake,
that you hadn't suffered enough for your betrayal.
But alas, what can I say?
And I was so looking forward to crushing you in court.
I guess I'll have to masturbate about something else until next time.
And though I was denied total revenge,
I kept my obscenely large fee.
So, you know, go die or whatever.
That's one of the toughest things about this business.
Sometimes winning is just as painful as losing.
No, I'm glad.
I'm actually relieved.
Really, I'm-I'm relieved that Matty's girlfriend is pregnant.
Maybe now I can let go of all this guilt I've been carrying around
for denying him the one thing in life he really wanted.
You know, I know... I know you get this.
We're not all put on this earth to have kids.
Motherhood isn't the only path to a meaningful life.
Thank you so much.
Take care.
You too.
I took the liberty of ordering you a citrus and avocado salad.
Perfect. Need to stay healthy.
Someone's gotta be there
to massage Doug's calves and work the damn remote.
How's he doing?
Shitty. Thanks for asking.
Last night, he told me that he would haunt me forever
if his movie memorabilia ended up on eBay
and not at The Academy.
I'm sorry to disturb your lunch, Miss Greene,
but the detective insisted.
It's okay, Melissa. Thank you.
[Ray] Damn, girl. [laughs]
Talk about your upgrade.
Ladies, you remember my former partner, Ray Delgado.
Alright. What do you have for me, Ray?
I know you wouldn't have come all this way for no reason.
Did you come to tell me that you arrested
the son of a bitch that drugged me or...
Can we, um, can we go somewhere private to talk?
These are my girls.
We're close, just like you and I were back in the day.
Whatever you got to say to me...
Walton's dead. The guy who roofied you.
Go on.
[Ray] He died of a single gunshot wound to the head.
The angle and distance of the gun makes suicide a real possibility.
A real possibility?
[Ray] The forensics report isn't conclusive.
I just need to let you know that they're not ruling out a homicide.
[Emerald] Thanks for letting me know that.
But at some point, they're going to want to talk to you.
Maybe ask you a few questions.
What are you suggesting?
That Miss Greene perpetrated a revenge killing?
No. No one is suggesting anything.
It's being ruled a suicide, like I said.
And that's where it stands. Until evidence says otherwise.
[Liberty] Detective Delgado.
Uh, at the moment, we are acting in dual capacities
as both her friends and legal counsel.
Now, given the unresolved determination of the cause of death,
we respectfully request that no further statements
are taken or questions answered
until a conclusive finding is reached.
So, uh, if you'll excuse us...
-I'll keep you posted. -[Liberty] Thank you.
Okay. Forgive me if I'm not exactly mourning
the loss of this piece of shit.
Yeah, I'm with you.
Glad he's not around to ruin someone else's life.
I need some, some air. Excuse me.
Emerald.
[sighs]
You know, sometimes the universe
has a way of balancing its scales, even if we can't.
He hurt you, he hurt others, and now he's gone.
It might not be our kind of justice,
but maybe it's a kind of karmic justice.
-If you ask me-- -I didn't.
And I don't need you to tell me how I should or shouldn't feel.
-I was just trying to reassure you. -No, you're not.
You're trying to alleviate your own fucking guilt
because you know this animal
never would have come into my life,
never would have come after me if it wasn't for you.
You brought that man into my life, into my children's lives.
You are the reason I want to stay curled up in a ball,
that I don't want to meet my friends for dinner
or anyone anywhere.
Look, I can't talk to you right now, Dina.
I mean, I know you mean well, and, a-and shit happens.
I get that.
But I cannot listen to you lecture me
on how to get through this, on how to cope.
I fucking can't.
[video game sounds playing on TV]
[son] Alright, alright, alright...
[indistinct overlapping chatter]
I need to talk to y'all.
Can I just save the game first?
I'm trying...
[indistinct overlapping chatter]
-Ma. -Wait, wait. Can I save the game first?
-[Ezra] Whoa, Mom! -[Elijah] Or not.
-I was... -Or not.
Tell me it wasn't y'all.
-Mama, what are you talking about? -He's dead.
[Elijah] Who's dead?
Him. The guy.
Gunshot wound to his head last night.
And either he did it to himself or somebody did it to him.
So I'm going to ask y'all asses one more time.
Whoa, whoa. Ma, Ma, it, it wasn't us.
[Egypt] I wish it was. But no.
I was at Tay's, and Eli came along.
And I was here all night watching black hole videos on YouTube.
Mama, honest.
Okay. Good.
Get hard evidence to back up those alibis
and keep them handy. You understand me?
Yes, ma'am.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
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[sighs]
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