[scraping]
[Carrington] I worked through an awful lot of suppressed needs on this couch,
but it usually involved a big dick and a safe word.
[Dr. Wessen] Carr, you know I never make house calls.
But after our conversation, I had some genuine safety concerns.
Oh, I bet you did.
Worried if I finally snapped and killed these women
that had stained your already useless practice,
or maybe I'd come after you for pretending you could fix me.
Five years at 400 bucks a pop
for you to just sit there week after week
jotting down notes like some lousy court stenographer.
[clears throat] These women are now
considering you for a partnership.
-Oh. [laughs] -[Dr. Wessen] Is that right?
Perhaps that's what has been triggering you.
It's just their little torture game...
dangling the possibility in front of me
like a steak in front of a starving dog,
just to watch me drool.
Only this time,
trust... I am going to bite back
and tear their throats out.
♪♪
As you pointed out, uh, we have been dealing
with this narcissistic wound for years.
Yes, I know that. And it is only getting worse.
[sighs]
It hurts.
They hurt me.
And I know that the hurt will never go away.
And I've accepted that.
And now that I've accepted this,
this perpetual rage hangover I wake up with every fucking day
is progressing to fantasies of hanging them
by their Hermès scarves and force-feeding them foie gras
'til they explode.
They are the reason.
I hope you know that, and you should write that fucking down.
They are the ones who strip-mined my humanity
as a young woman and turned me into this person.
Why is it that I can dump a guy, delete their number,
but when these women cross me,
I am up... plotting
how to lace their La Mer with cyanide.
When a woman wounds you,
it's more than personal, it's tribal.
It's a rupture in the fundamental support system.
Allura, Emerald, Liberty, Dina.
They're not just hurting your feelings.
They are dismantling your self-preservation--
Oh, blah, blah, blah, blah.
You know, I have a little advice for you, Doctor.
Sin-since you can't make these feelings go away,
your only job now is to help me plot my final revenge.
And I know all about doctor-patient privilege,
so you got any ideas?
A tragic accident befalls the bride-to-be
or 'til death do us part happens way too soon.
[Dr. Wessen] So, this is about Liberty's upcoming wedding.
Let's discuss medication.
I don't want an antidepressant.
I am furious, not depressed.
Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of hormones.
Estrogen depletion can heighten irritability
and amplify feelings of anger, rejection.
So, you're saying if I marinate my brain in estrogen,
it's going to make me not want to slit them open
like a prized tuna at a sushi bar?
-Oh-- -Wow, you really are a therapist cliché
wrapped in a discount cardigan.
Yeah, fuck this. Fuck hormones. Time's up.
You asked me to come here
because you were having homicidal thoughts.
I did.
And I am.
♪♪
Oh, yeah. You were never in any danger, though.
You're way too boring to kill.
Although I suppose you should get the fuck out of my office
before I rethink that.
Get the fuck out!
-[♪ "Black Mascara." by RAYE playing] -♪ Once you see my black mascara ♪
♪ Run from you into my mama's hands ♪
♪ You selfish man ♪
♪ You'd understand ♪
♪ Understand what you ♪
♪ Done to me, you done to me, you done to me ♪
♪ You're done to me, you're done to me ♪
♪ You're done to me ♪
♪ You made your bed, made your bed ♪
♪ Lied your lies, lied your lies ♪
♪ And fucked my mind up ♪
♪ Try to understand just what you ♪
[Liberty] I think we can expect to have a stipulated judgment
with all the agreed-upon terms by...
time I come back from my honeymoon.
Okay, thank you, thank you so much.
Yeah, it's pretty exciting,
but I'll be glad when it's all over.
Not over, over, like...
Yeah, you know what I mean.
[laughing] Exactly, forgive me. Christ.
Uh, alright, well, just reach out any time,
day or night, I'll be there,
and, uh, especially if he tries to contact you.
-[door opens] -I...
-[mouthing] Sorry. -[Liberty] All the best.
Exactly, thank you.
Terribly sorry to interrupt, ma'am,
but I did try to explain that an appoint--
Sterling effort, Celia.
Your sacrifice shall not be in vain.
Okay, Celia, will you let me know when my three o'clock is here?
Three o'clock?
Oh, yes, your three o'clock.
Smashing.
I love how Brits sound smart even when they're not.
-May I? -No, you may not.
Can you just get out, please?
See, that's what I like about you:
your Margaret Thatcher Iron Lady shit.
You don't pull your punches like those other wusses you work for.
Uh, with. Sorry, my bad.
So, tell me why you're here.
Oh, let me guess, that you somehow,
in your twisted delusional thinking,
thought you might be able to convince me to vote
for you to become a partner of this firm? Yes?
Please allow me to laugh in your face. [laughs]
I know you're gonna vote against me.
I would vote against me too, if I were you.
Although, you do give as good as you get.
No one else in this club has the courage to meet me at the net,
which is why I always send my fiercest shots your way,
and you return them with precision.
And for that, you have my respect.
Thank you for that.
-But I still won't be voting for you. -Yeah.
In fact, were I being hacked apart piece by bloody piece
and my only reprieve was to grant you my vote,
I'd tell them to carry on and shred away.
Now, see, that is good.
Dina was right.
Underneath all that upper crust hoity-toity bullshit
is a misunderstood sister savage like me.
So, if I were you,
I wouldn't worry about the girls... saying,
"You're too British this,"
-or scoffing at that whole bagpipe fiasco. -Look, if you don't mind, will you just...
So they really were scoffing at the bagpipes, were they?
Cackling, actually.
-But that's because they're so-- -Provincial.
Provincial is an understatement.
So, look, Liberty, I, uh...
I got you something.
Now, call it a bribe, if you want.
Return it for the small fortune I paid for it, if you must.
But I saw it, thought of you,
remembered you were getting married in a week,
and I thought, "Fuck.
"I like her. I respect her.
"So, I bought it,
and I don't really give a shit what she thinks."
Look, I do not need your gifts, thank you.
You may not need it, Liberty,
but I think you might really want it.
-Is that... -Yeah.
Oh, my God. Diana: Queen of Our Hearts.
[Carrington] Yeah.
[Liberty] That's...
First issue?
Where did you even get this? You can't get these.
Do you think I would reveal my secrets to you?
I...
I can't... Wow, I wasn't expecting that.
Do you know, I was just talking to the girls
-about Princess Di's wedding. -Really?
Yeah, and they must have been on the other side of the planet
when it happened because they looked at me like I was...
The outsider you are.
Welcome to my club.
[chuckles]
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
What the fuck are those?
Uh, those are the bridesmaids' dresses I was just looking at...
Are you kidding? For your wedding?
Or for Allura's?
Sorry, but I mean, they look like her.
So predictable, that whole
Mies van der Rohe meets a hooker of the night aesthetic, P.U.
I mean, I'm sorry, but I-I thought you would have picked something more...
you:
singular, classic, international.
Because I remember you telling me
that your mum named you Liberty after Liberty of London,
which I thought was so fucking weird, but I mean, also very cool.
Those florals and those daisies and all that high-neck shit.
But you should be wearing that. And so should they.
It's like your second skin, for God's sakes.
You know, your DNA.
Yeah, please, can you imagine those girls with high necks
and puff sleeves, no boobs?
-Pff. -[both laugh]
This matrimony is about you.
Who you are and who you love and what you stand for.
And if they can't support that, then off with their heads.
[Liberty chuckles]
In my humble opinion.
-Carr-- -Yeah, I know.
You're still not voting for me.
Good for you, you Thatcher bitch.
Stay true to yourself, duckie.
But, uh, go fuck yourself.
And I respect that.
Enjoy the plate.
♪♪
Alright. Perfection.
Alright, what's this impromptu meeting that just appeared on the docket?
Not a meeting, just a little high tea,
Ronson-style, of course, with Twinings Earl Grey.
We've got cucumber sandwiches and scones.
Homemade, of course, my mother's recipe
with clotted cream and jam.
What's the calorie count on this cute little thing?
-Oof. -What are you talking about?
You can eat whatever you want.
At least on you, it ends up in all the right places.
[chuckles] I know that's right.
[Liberty] Yes. Alright.
Glad you could all make it. I just have a few words here to say.
As we know, marriage is a celebration of love.
And, well, it's not all about
the love between the two people at the altar.
It's about friends and family.
But I've been having a little difficulty choosing,
um, my maid of honor.
Girl, stop. Look at us.
We are too high on our own supply to get caught up
in some popularity contest bullshit, okay?
No hurt feelings, we promise.
You should just, you know,
pick someone that keeps you cool and calm during a crisis.
Although, a former cop might not be a bad idea. Just saying.
Mm, good point.
What, are you going to wear those perp-tackling stilettos?
-You think it's going to be you? -I mean, facts.
Liberty and I have known each other the longest.
Okay, but who has she logged the most hours with?
-Ding, ding, ding. -Ah.
So, we're just writing off the woman
who happened to have given her her career?
No, no, no, no. Okay, enough. I'm not writing anyone off.
I appreciate all of these fantastic points.
I am just going to need a little tick longer to decide.
Patience is a virtue, right?
Now, this little tea party was maybe a ruse
to get you out of your offices
because I had my personal shopper
leave a little something special there for you.
[Allura/Dina/Emerald] Bridesmaids' dresses!
-Yes! -Yoo-hoo!
Fashion show! Fashion show.
Yes.
Oh, my God.
-[Emerald] Ta-da! -Oh, wow!
Ah!
Wow, not bad, right?
Yes! Oh! And here she is. Ta-da!
Oh! Really?
-Look at her! - Yes! Guys, they're beautiful.
Well, they're... something.
Uh, so much texture.
Listen, is there a legal precedent
for having this many ruffles?
'Cause at this point, girl, my ruffles have ridges, okay?
They're timeless, guys, right?
They evoke a feeling.
I feel like a fool. Anybody else?
[Allura and Emerald laughing]
I had a very similar fabric in 1969
for some lovely drapes in my sitting room.
[Emerald] Okay, now that is good to know.
If anybody points a camera towards me in this dress,
I am just going to try to blend into the curtains.
Okay, you guys, just wait 'til the look is finished.
It just needs accessories.
Ooh, do we get a little house and a prairie?
Okay, alright.
I mean, this is a prank, right?
Th-this isn't actually the dress.
-Can't be. -[Allura] Is it?
You know what? Just hear me out, okay?
It's a theme I've got going on.
I'm in London, springtime,
Chelsea Flower Show, my gown's custom-made,
daffodils inspired by daisies everywhere, green fields,
-and it's just evoking-- -[laughter]
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Alright, you really hate them. That's okay.
-Yes. -Yes, we do.
-I tried. -[Allura] But we love you,
and we will happily die on this floral battlefield.
Your faithful, ruffled soldiers.
Yes! Reporting for duty and not showing booty.
Wow, okay, that's a little patronizing.
Yeah, okay. Maybe Carr was right.
-Carr? -Whoa,
what does Carr have to do with this?
Well, honestly, guys, I mean, come on.
This was supposed to be the kickoff of the most exciting time of my life,
and it's just officially tanked.
As far as I can see,
there is not a maid in this room with a modicum of honor.
Wait, wait, wait, Libby.
No, it's fine. I'll just go back to the drawing board.
-[Emerald] We're sorry! -[Dina] Come back!
-See what y'all did? -[laughs]
♪♪
[Emerald] Girl.
What?
You are not going to believe this.
Okay, you remember when we were trying to find
the guy that attacked me?
My Ezra gave me some new software.
Facial recognition, background checks.
I decided I would do a deep dive on Reggie.
Sort of a wedding present to Liberty.
Okay, you're scaring me.
[sighs]
Ain't that some shit?
Oh. We need to go find Dina.
Tell me exactly what I'm looking at here.
Our boy Reggie more naked than Liberty's ever seen him before.
He took out a huge private loan to fund his company.
High interest rates, short terms.
He put up his house, all of his savings.
He's basically using their future as collateral.
And if the company doesn't hit its target revenues,
then he can lose it all.
Oh, honey. And based on what I'm looking at,
he's dangerously close to defaulting.
Yeah, he's way out over his skis.
[sighs]
She can't go through with the wedding not knowing this.
Mm-mm.
Yeah, now it suddenly makes so much sense
why he was so adamant about the prenup.
He was just trying to protect her from all of this.
How noble of him.
[sighs] 99% of all divorces come down to one of two things:
infidelity or money.
And he's done both.
He's not only made terrible financial decisions,
but he's also lied to her about it.
And she would be entering into this marriage
with the odds already severely stacked against her
in the worst way.
Financial indiscretion compromises
a relationship every time.
Everybody thinks they're an exception.
[Dina/Emerald] Nobody is.
I got a question.
Who's going to tell her?
-[phone beeps] -[Susan] [over phone] Miss Lane?
Yeah, what?
[Susan] Liberty Ronson is here to see you.
[in British accent] Oh, brilliant. Send her hither.
Oh, and, Susan, a tea and that unopened box of crumpets.
Thank you.
-Hello. -Oh, hello.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Oh, God.
It was a disaster. They hated them, the dresses.
They made fun of them, made fun of me.
Well, that's what it felt like anyway. [sighs]
So, you must think I'm pretty pathetic,
given those are supposed to be my closest friends.
[normal] Oh, no. I do not think you are pathetic at all.
Vulnerable, maybe.
Which is... kind of refreshing, actually.
-[door opens] -[in British accent] Oh, thank you, love.
-What... -[normal] Well, Jesus Christ, that accent,
it's really catchy.
[Liberty laughs]
Oh, my God.
-[Carrington] Yes. -Scones?
Well, what can I say?
Holding that Princess Diana commemorative plate,
like, did something to me.
You are not the only one she had an effect on.
Bricks and Scones on Larchmont.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
[both laugh]
-Oh! Mm! Mm, mm, mm. -Mm!
Right? It's like going down on a tube of butter.
[Liberty laughs]
Mm.
Look, I've blown through enough therapists
to essentially have my own license,
so I know what I'm talking about here,
and those women, fucked up as they are,
and they are, love you.
-Mm. -Are they limited?
Yeah. I mean, but aren't we all?
Allura doesn't want you to be you.
She wants you to be her, but she's only doing that
because she's not sure that being her is good enough.
So, she needs the corroboration. And Emerald?
I mean, Jesus, God, you have to, like, bring your own oxygen tank
when you're around that bag of hot air.
She just sucks up all the oxygen in the room,
but it's only because of her own insecurities.
And you just...
you need to see past that...
underneath it, and remember who they are to you.
If you think they're worth it,
which...
they are.
I mean, I have been watching you guys for many years,
and you really have something special.
There's more to you than meets the eye, Miss Lane.
Oh, yeah? [chuckles]
I don't know about that.
I've just never seen this side of you before.
Glad it's not too late.
Thank you.
Uh, well.
Ta-ra for now. Thank you.
Tea again?
I would really love that. Sincerely love that.
♪♪
[door closes]
Susan, why don't you come take these fucking sconces away
and this rancid tea before I puke my fucking guts out?
Let the record reflect the undersigned partners
of Grant, Ronson, and Greene have convened for the purpose
of formalizing the addition of Dina Standish
as a named partner of this firm.
Yes!
Advisory capacity only.
You still need your fourth Beatle.
Pursuant to the unanimous agreement,
Ms. Standish shall henceforth be extended all rights and privileges
afforded to a partner,
including voting authority on all firm matters.
Further, we are assembled to deliberate and vote
on the proposed addition of Attorney Carrington Lane
as a partner of this firm.
As decision shall be reached by a secret ballot,
a minimum of three votes out of four is required
to confirm or deny the appointment.
Voting will continue until a decision is reached.
At this time, all voting members must cast their ballots
and please hand over the votes for tabulation.
I don't know why we just can't talk about this.
I mean, we all know how each other is voting,
especially you, Mama bird.
You want all your little chickadees back in the nest.
The secret ballot process is an age-old tradition
for your own protection.
Trust me.
Even though it's in an advisory capacity,
I am so happy that you're with us.
[clears throat]
Results of the vote:
two confirm, two deny.
We have a tie.
Well, it's decided, voting continues.
We will reconvene in 48 hours.
In the meantime, you may deliberate
on the merits of the decision, but you are expressly prohibited
from disclosing the contents of your vote.
I mean it.
♪♪
I'd rethink that outfit.
Missed a spot.
Wow. Sweet digs.
I'm thinking I'm going to take the one next door.
Fair warning:
I, uh, meditate to beluga whale orgasm sounds, and it gets loud.
[chuckles]
Carr.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Horses.
Horses?
[Carrington] Uh, mean anything to you?
Well, I won the Wadsworth Medal when I was 16 for dressage.
Donatello was my beloved Dutch Warmblood.
Ah. Memory lane.
Perhaps we continue strolling down it at Horses on Sunset.
We've had this lunch on the books for weeks.
Oh, we have? Have we?
Oh, my, my brain's gone on sabbatical. [chuckles]
I'm sorry, Carr. I'm so sorry.
Um, would you settle for a bite here?
Sloppy Joes in the inner sanctum chow hall.
Oh, how I have dreamed this day would come.
Good.
You know, I-I'm glad you're here.
There's something I want to share with you.
Oh, Edmond Vatan Sancerre at 1:00 pm.
Are we celebrating? Did I get the part, Mr. DeMille?
No, you did not.
It wasn't a yay, but it wasn't a nay either.
Two to two. Huh.
Why are you telling me this?
I thought the, uh, rituals of the Skull and Lady-boner Society
were shrouded in secrecy.
Oh, they very much are.
Thank you.
Ah.
Now, see if you can say "Sloppy Joe"
with a bite of this in your mouth.
Mm.
Wow. That is good.
Oh. It's better than very good. It's perfect.
So... I have your vote.
Definitely don't have Allura's, so who was the holdout?
Do you want to know the secret?
I do.
Chef Ricamora has something that no other chefs have:
an extra olfactory sensor.
A literal sixth sense that allows him to pick up
on a fleeting,
almost imperceptible aroma that tells him exactly
when the fish has reached its peak doneness.
-Huh. -He doesn't use a timer
or a thermometer.
Just his nose.
Wow!
That's... that's fascinating.
It was Liberty, right? She came around.
Or maybe it was Emerald.
We have that, uh, single mother bond, so...
I didn't vote for you, Carr.
I can't speak for the others,
but I don't want you in this firm.
I know the lark with the bridesmaids' dresses was your doing.
Oh, come on.
Well, harmless prank, maybe.
But I see something much deeper and darker here,
and it scares me.
I thought that if I included you,
something would change in you.
But you are sowing dissension
before you have even stepped one foot over the threshold.
And I will not allow you to be the noxious weed
that poisons this firm at its very roots.
Go on.
[Dina] Women can be tricky.
There's rises and falls, the favored becomes the outcast.
Alliances change. Lanes merge and diverge.
So, all those years ago, when you weren't picked,
I thought it was... the awkward girl,
victim of lunchroom seating politics.
But I was wrong.
They smelled on you something that I couldn't smell until now.
A deep and terrifying... sociopathy.
My love for Allura and Liberty
and Emerald was deep and maternal.
But for you, Carr...
I realize now...
I have only ever felt... pity.
Never confuse love and pity.
I'm terribly sorry that I did.
Well...
I guess this is one for the road, huh?
The fish?
That, uh, Chef Rikki-Tikki-Tavi and his special nose.
That was all bullshit, right?
A metaphor.
Shall we get you a to-go box?
It really is just as good the next day.
[chuckles]
♪♪
[chuckles]
A disappointment never disappoints.
I'm gonna clean myself up,
and then I'm going to spend the next two days campaigning
to make sure that you never step foot in this building again.
♪♪
[door closes]
[sobs deeply]
[wails]
No, no!
♪♪
Oh, God. Fuck. Well, how long have you been there? W...
How embarrassing. I was just, um...
Lib, I have to tell you something.
No, don't. Uh, you do not need to.
I've decided. I forgive you. It's all...
I'm gonna fix the dresses, okay? I promise.
It's, um... bridal monster over here.
And it's you.
Yeah. My maid of honor.
Always was and it always will be
because I love you so much, Allura.
-Oh, I love you too, Lib. -Oh, God.
But it's something else.
What?
[elevator bell dings]
♪♪
No.
You don't even know why I'm here.
Doesn't matter.
After talking to Liberty into those vomit bridesmaids' dresses,
you're lucky "no" is all you're getting.
Yeah, well, fuck the bridesmaids' dresses.
This is serious. Someone we both deeply care about is in trouble.
If this is about Chase, I have a strict "no return,
don't give a shit" policy.
It's about Dina.
What about Dina?
Oh, God.
This is so hard.
I mean...
I would be nowhere without her.
She is the reason I am so damn good at what I do.
[scoffs] Does this have anything to do with her becoming partner?
No.
I mean, possibly, but that would be your call.
Jesus, Carr, use your fucking words.
I'm sorry, but this is not easy for me, okay?
I bill in six-minute increments.
Fine.
You know all the best doctors.
So, I thought you could get her in front of someone
who can figure out if her condition is permanent.
What are you talking about?
I am talking about her fucking mental decline, you moron.
Sorry.
I thought it was just a phase.
A few senior moments, but it's more than that.
Something is really, really wrong.
And I always thought Dina was a little wacky,
but not letting go of Doug's body?
I mean, you have to admit, something is off.
Dina's always been eccentric, left of center.
Well, she's way left now, like out in left field.
As in, Dina's left the fucking building,
so I don't know if it's dementia or Alzheimer's.
I mean, she's been walking weird,
like some kind of fucking gimpy hobo.
It might even be Lewy Body.
I'm sorry. Where did you get your medical degree? Google?
Yeah, okay. I thought I could chalk it up to normal aging
until she started to send me this.
[sighs]
"Doug paid me a visit last night. He looked happy and said not to worry.
He was doing fine." Okay? So?
People see their loved ones after they've passed all the time.
Keep reading.
"Matthew 19:3-8: Jesus says
"that God never intended married couples to divorce.
"I'm beginning to doubt the sanctity
of what we're doing here."
Holy fuck.
Yeah, read the next one.
[Allura] "If I wanted to end my life,
would you be willing to assist me?"
-Shit. -Yeah, and there is more too.
Things I've seen,
things she said to me that I haven't wanted to mention,
things her maid told me.
-I'll talk to her. -No, no. [sighs]
Can't just be you talking to her. You all have to talk to her.
You have to confront her.
I tried, and she turned on me.
She threw a fucking glass of wine in my face.
You know Dina.
You're right.
We have to stand united, let her know that we care about her
and we're just here to help.
Exactly.
What did her housekeeper say?
[sighs]
[knocking on door]
Hey. I know you said you wanted, uh,
peonies for your bridal bouquet, but I'm driving here
and there's this woman on San Vicente selling these.
I'm like, these look like you, so...
What's going on?
There's no wedding, Reg. I'm calling it off.
What are you talking about?
No, d-don't make it worse.
-Just game over. -What is going on right now?
The jig is up. Here it is. I know everything.
Who found this?
Why does that matter?
This is... This is... This is...
This is your friends trying to turn you against me.
No, my friends are trying to rescue me
from signing my life away to someone I clearly don't even know.
I didn't have a choice, Lib.
The bank were not going to approve the loan in time,
and I'm not going to let my company sink before it's even launched.
So, yeah, yes, yes...
-No. -...I took a shitty loan.
Yes, they needed collateral, and I gave them everything,
but there was a plan, and this is a calculated risk.
This is exactly why I wanted you to sign the prenup,
because I didn't want it to be your risk.
But that's what marriage is. It's a risk, a leap.
It's not calculated.
It's a blindfolded, heart-thumping,
hold-your-breath kind of a leap, right?
-Yeah, and-- -Alright?
And that's what I wanted to do with you.
And I get that we had to sign a prenup.
I know you were just trying to do the right thing
and you wanted to protect me, but protecting me,
th-th-that's not the same as trusting me.
There's no... There's no love without trust.
What is that? That's not a marriage. That's a performance.
And if you cannot let me in now,
when we're supposed to be building a life together,
when will you? Okay? When?
When things get worse?
When we're down the line and things are just falling apart?
No! That's what marriage is.
It's knowing when the bottom drops out
that there's somebody there,
that person you took the leap with.
And if we can't do that, what are we doing?
What the fuck are we doing?
-What did you want me to say? -The truth.
-Oh. -How about that? The truth.
-Just the truth. -Come on. Lib, you-you...
You are so perfect in all the ways.
What did you want me to do?
You want me to just reveal to you that I'm a fuck-up? That I'm a failure?
That I'm a fucking loser? Is that what you want?
You think I'm perfect all the time?
You think I don't make mistakes?
I make thousands of stupid fucking ridiculous mistakes.
And that's who I am. I'm formed from those mistakes.
And you know what I do?
I turn to the people I love, and they pick me up,
and then I learn, and I grow, and I move the fuck on.
That is what you do. That is what--
Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I know. I know. I know I'm wrong. I'm sorry. Please. Please.
Liberty, I'm sorry. I promise you.
It doesn't matter. It's too late.
Which sucks, because...
I loved you.
Loved?
Yeah.
So it's over?
I'm a divorce lawyer. I know what the end looks like.
And I don't know if... we're there.
I believe...
in love, in...
something, us.
Yeah, I believe in us.
I need a break.
I need a reset.
That's okay.
How-how long do you need? How long a break?
I don't know. If you have to count the days, it's probably not long enough.
So...
You're going to be in my life, Liberty.
You are.
That's just the way it is.
♪♪
Oh. [clears throat]
Here she comes.
[exhales] Can we just skip to tomorrow when this is over already?
I thought this was a partners-only meeting.
What's she doing here?
Dina, please. We need to talk to you.
Not with her in attendance.
If you need to speak to me, I'll be in my office.
[Allura] It's about your mental stability.
[chuckles] Excuse me, my what?
Carr alerted us to some behavioral changes and--
That we as partners now would be negligent
if we didn't take seriously
as I'm sure you would if the tables were turned.
My mental health is just fine.
Thank you very much.
Other than suffering from a mortifying lapse of judgment
that has blinded me for years from the truth about her.
What the hell is this?
Apparently, some texts you sent to Carr.
I did no such thing.
[Liberty] That is your phone number, right?
[laughing]
Those are absurd.
I must have been hacked.
So, you are not seeing Doug, not talking to him?
Not like that. No.
I still feel his presence, but I, you know...
[stammers] it's not like I think he's literally in the room.
So, you don't then talk to him or hear him talk to you?
Well, sometimes I like to share the details of my day with him.
It makes me feel less alone.
Does he respond?
I don't know how to answer that.
How about the bottle of galantamine in your medicine cabinet?
I don't know what you're talking about.
It's used to treat dementia.
I saw the bottle in your medicine chest
when I was there helping you plan Doug's wake.
-You saw no such thing. -I absolutely did, Dina.
You saw no such thing.
Doug may have been prescribed that at the end.
I-I just... I-I just don't remember.
There were so many medications for so many symptoms.
According to Esmerelda, you've been taking them for months.
It's Esperanza.
And if she said that, she was confused.
Okay.
Okay, honey, what about the glass of wine
you threw in Carr's face when y'all were having lunch?
I threw?
She threw.
When I told her that I would not support her
becoming a partner in this firm.
Dina, I am sorry, but it is you who is confused.
I questioned you about the texts you sent me
and you... you lost it.
You said you wouldn't support my being partner if I told the others,
and then you threw a glass of wine in my face.
You can't possibly believe these manipulative lies.
What about the violent fits of anger, the physical abuse?
Physical abuse?
I have never laid a violent hand on anyone, not ever.
It's not how I was raised or who I am.
I know you believe that, Dina.
We all want to see the best in ourselves, but sometimes,
sometimes that means ignoring who you really are.
I wish I did not have to do this.
What the fuck is going on here?
There's just too much evidence to simply ignore, Dina.
We're just trying to get to the bottom of it.
The bottom of what?
Now there is no need to be afraid, Esmerelda.
You just tell them what you told me.
Esperanza.
Forgive me, Esperanza. Please go on.
Um... [clears throat]
I've been with Mrs. Dina for a very long time.
She's a very kind woman.
Always very nice and generous.
Because you're family, Esperanza.
Um, until Mr. Doug got sick
and I noticed many changes.
What changes?
Don't look at her. Look at me.
Now, don't you worry.
You are in a safe space, Esmerelda.
One day, before Mr. Doug died,
I come into the kitchen and everything on the floor, broken.
I wasn't myself. I didn't know what I was doing.
And when you confronted Mrs. Dina, how did she react?
[Esperanza] She grabbed me by the neck
and pushed me against the wall,
and she choked me back and forth.
Oh, Esperanza.
So you are denying doing this, Dina.
Of course, I deny doing it. I would never hurt her.
Esperanza, you know I never touched you.
Whatever she's offered you to lie...
Oh. You didn't offer her anything.
You threatened to report her family, didn't you?
Oh, wow.
You ruthless, xenophobic snake.
I won't even dignify that with a response.
Then you offered her money.
No, Dina, even if I wanted to,
which I don't, the amount of money
you left your housekeeper in your will couldn't be topped.
She left you 80% of everything. Are you aware of that?
I did not!
Okay. Well, you leave me no choice.
Here's your will.
You gave it to me when Doug died.
Are you saying you were not of sound mind when you made these amendments?
Is this not your handwriting?
Yeah. It's my handwriting.
I don't remember doing that.
You don't remember.
And this is when I started to worry.
I mean, not a single cent for any of you,
her so-called daughters, nothing for charity?
Really wild and very, very sad.
So thank you, Esperanza, for having
the courage to come here and daring to tell the truth.
Forgive me, Missus. I no have idea you left me so much money,
but gracias, Mrs. Dina.
[elevator bell dings]
[Detective Morrow] This way.
Dina, we're not your enemies.
Yeah. We just want to be able to help you,
but you have to be willing to let us.
Help me do what?
Protect you from hurting yourself or others.
[Allura] So, we need to ask you,
have you had any recent thoughts of ending your life?
Of course not.
No.
Of course, sometimes,
sometimes I think how easy it would be if I just stopped.
If I didn't wake up and feel the pain
of missing him every day.
I don't want to die, but I...
I'm not sure I know how to live without him.
It's such a confusing time. You've been through a lot.
Hey, we got you, Dina. We do.
Yeah, may... maybe I did grab her.
I-I don't know. I j... I just don't remember.
When Doug was sick and dying, I was unmoored, a-angry.
[Liberty] It's understandable, sweetheart.
I mean, I have put on a damn good act for you.
But the truth is, the fact is, I-I have not been myself.
I can't sleep. I've lost my appetite.
And sometimes I do think I hear Doug talking to me,
but it's not like he's beside me and we're conversing.
It's...
It's... It's just grief.
[Liberty] Yeah, of course.
It's grief.
And that viper,
she does not get to dictate what's true or false,
what's real or unreal for me or for anyone else.
She does not get to pronounce judgment on my sanity!
None of you do.
We're only here to help, honey. That's all.
Detective Morrow, can you just give us a minute? We're in the middle--
-Please. -I am afraid I can't.
Dina Standish.
You are under arrest for the murder of Lloyd Andrew Walton.
What?
[Detective Morrow] You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?
Ms. Standish?
Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?
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