All's Fair (2025) s01e04 Episode Script
Everybody Dance Now
1
["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 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?
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.
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.
♪
[sighs]
♪
[somber music playing]
♪
[music fades out]
["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 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?
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.
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.
♪
[sighs]
♪
[somber music playing]
♪
[music fades out]