All's Fair (2025) s02e01 Episode Script
The Scorpio Ball
Your work is done for tonight, thank you both.
Were you scared?
Living in a glass house is still new to me,
but I don't see anything to worry about.
If I were you, I wouldn't take this lightly.
I think you girls realize
how dangerous the life of a divorce lawyer is.
Experience has taught me
that revenge is a brutal battlefield.
We have to look out for each other,
no matter what, right?
But you're living alone in that big house,
and I'm worried about you, Alura.
Private security.
A guard at the front door and another at the back.
Yes.
That'll put you at ease, and it'll put us at ease too.
Absolutely.
I love you girls,
but your fear is a bit exaggerated.
Thank you all, though.
"Queens of Justice"
What's going on?
Dina Standish came to see you.
Send in the clumsy one.
- Carr.
- Hello, Dina.
Who's your little finned friend?
- Doesn't she get lonely on her own?
- She's a betta fish.
My daughter loves her, but she doesn't get along with others.
If you add another fish to the tank, you'll kill her.
Come on.
I'm sure you've made whole schools of friends in prison.
I'll stop you
before you hit rock bottom, Carr.
How did you get out anyway?
Thanks to a solid alibi for the night of the murder.
The truth is I was completely cut off from the world,
but proving it took time.
I was lost in a painful, reflective isolation
at our farm, La Contenta.
I was tormented trying to find a way to say goodbye to Doug.
But I was alone.
And no witnesses can place me there.
So I spent long nights
combing through my phone's location data
to prove I was out of state.
As for the murder…
it's still a mystery.
It took you a week to learn the basics of a phone.
Exactly what you'd expect from a Stone Age grandmother.
Maybe my time in prison, Kar, was…
the most enlightening experience of my life.
So your attempts to insult me won't get to me at all.
I did some reading.
"Strength to Love," by Martin Luther King Jr."
How funny. I've had a dream too, like Dr. King's,
that you'd breathe your last breath behind bars.
I know you.
I know you better than anyone.
And I don't want to keep up this fight any longer.
Spare me your sermons, Dina Standish.
Your opinion means nothing to me.
I'm not saying I hate you,
but I'm ready to pull the plug on you
so I can charge my phone.
I'll end whatever fight is going on between us.
I realized that my love for you
is the only way to overcome the darkness in your heart.
Believe me, I won't back down, and I will win.
Destroying the law firm you joined
tops the list on my diabolical chart.
I came here today too
to look you in the eye and tell you the following,
"Carrington Lane…"
I forgive you.
You forgive me for what?
How dare you!
You have no right to forgive me without my consent.
This is an assault.
Take back what you said!
You have no right to do that.
Actually, you know what? I'm the one forgiving you.
Fine.
Have it your way.
I forgive you for betraying me as my mentor and friend,
and I forgive you for choosing them over me.
- It's more complicated than that.
- Not in my eyes it isn't.
Black Mae West,
big-assed and dry-cunted,
are the three most boring women I've ever met.
And I say that as a mom who's an expert on the schools and neighborhoods
of West Los Angeles, which are built on boredom.
Kar.
From devouring so many children,
your talk has become childishly embarrassing.
Sorry, I take that back.
I swore I wouldn't stoop to your level today.
Though I didn't frame you for murder,
I slipped you dementia drugs
and got your maid to turn on you.
Enjoy that bit of information.
I know you're trying to provoke me,
but I came to you intending to be forgiving and forgive,
so I'll leave now
before you undo what I tried to fix.
I forgive you, Kar.
Goodbye.
- Why?
- What are you asking about?
Why do you keep forgiving me?
Do you want to hear my theory?
In my opinion, it's because you never had a child.
Don't, Kar. Don't.
We all know how fake your ridiculous act is,
pretending we're like your daughters.
You're trying to raise us
because you were too chicken to raise a son of your own blood,
and thank God you never had one.
Because the deformed women in your office
are proof enough of your failure.
You're a horrible mother.
Get out of my face!
I lost my temper.
I completely lost my head.
I shouldn't have gone to her.
Your only mistake was not slapping her harder.
You're bleeding, Emerald.
It's okay.
I went to her intending to end this pointless feud,
but instead I fed it and gave her a reason for revenge.
Any war she wages on us now
will be fully justified because I couldn't control myself.
You hit her where it hurts. You had no choice.
- What's going on?
- Dina slapped Kar.
And the caring mother is embarrassed by that.
If we ignore her,
she might finally disappear from our lives.
Remember, it's the Year of the Horse.
Mercy.
Drop the horoscope nonsense.
It's actually Chinese astrology, and it's not nonsense.
Last year was the Year of the Snake,
which symbolizes shedding one's past.
I'm shedding Chase,
and all of us are shedding Kar.
What?
Chase and Kar are dating.
They deserve each other. Come on, girls.
And I deserve someone far better than him.
You're focusing on your work, and that's just sensible.
What I deserve, and what all of us deserve, is to have fun.
- Hi.
- Let's give the girls a show, Milan.
- Strippers?
- I can't believe it. Here we go.
The mail's here.
You look different, Milan.
Did you change something in your hair?
I found it!
You passed the bar exam in California?
I proudly admit it!
- No!
- I can't believe it! Amazing!
- I can't believe it!
- Congratulations!
And you passed on the first try.
Congratulations, Milan.
I didn't pass on the first try.
But you finally passed, and that's what matters.
True.
What's in the box? It's too small to fit Carr's head.
You know the Scorpio party Grace Kelly threw, ladies.
Of course!
She threw the Scorpio party when she turned 40,
and she required that every guest be a Scorpio, or have a Scorpio escort.
It was supposed to be the most magical night of her life,
but she overlooked one detail, or rather, one person.
Goody bags?
Elizabeth Taylor.
She attended the Scorpio party
wearing a velvet evening cape from Tiziani embroidered with scorpions set with sparkling gems.
An amazing woman.
So, ladies, are you ready?
I'm going to throw my own version of the Scorpio party.
No.
And I'm going to wear this.
I can't believe it, Alura. Is that the same cape?
I can't believe it. It's amazing.
Alura Grant! You sly thing!
I snatched it up at an auction, and it's worth every penny I paid.
My party is going to be a celebration of fun and extravagance,
so I've booked two of the most fun-loving performers
to entertain us.
Who? Who?
Adele and Bruno Mars.
I love little Bruno Mars.
I heard that not everything about him is little.
That's what I heard.
Alright, you pure Scorpio.
Yes, science doesn't lie!
This is pure nonsense.
Why should I believe cavemen who looked at the stars 5,000 years ago,
connected them up, and tied them to our destinies?
We are women of law and order.
Let's rely on truth and logic.
Don't you two dare forget this.
Let me shatter your illusions, Dina.
I'll book you a astrology reading with Luna Everlaine.
Luna Everlaine?
Luna Everlaine is reliable. Do you get that?
That woman predicted COVID.
You have to meet Luna Everlaine, Dina. You absolutely have to.
Even if you send me the lion, the witch,
the wardrobe, and all the other nonsense,
I won't change my mind.
That's how a Libra talks.
Enough.
I was there from the very beginning.
I was the first model to grace the cover of the first issue.
I'm the one who turned Ray Royal into a media mogul.
I wasn't just a woman behind a great man,
I was the woman who made him great.
I taught Ray the ins and outs of business.
So how did he repay me?
By sleeping with every single cover model.
Then he slapped me with divorce papers
one month before our tenth wedding anniversary.
It's the 10-year rule.
He didn't want to be bound by open-ended spousal support.
And it's a very well-thought-out move.
But I don't just want support.
I want half.
Half of everything.
I like the way you talk.
You're a woman who refuses to be exploited,
and we'll make sure you get half.
And once you have it, invest it in something great,
like building your own independent media empire.
That's what I want to hear.
Because I refuse to ever go back to the feeling
Alright, we need a copy of the prenup.
We couldn't get it from his lawyer.
Here you go. I brought my copy.
This, Aphrodite,
is an airtight and unfair contract.
This won't be an easy task.
Turn to the last page and tell me what you think.
I don't see your signature here.
That's because I never signed it.
But the witnesses signed.
But I didn't sign.
All right then.
I think we have a solid case.
I know you're upset, sweetheart.
And you were wise to choose not to press assault charges against Dina.
Don't mistake my restraint for forgiveness.
I'm playing the long game with that witch.
So what set you off tonight?
Guess who's throwing a party.
Allura. And all the girls will be there.
- And why should you care?
- Because I'm being targeted.
She's throwing that party for one purpose, and it's to exclude me.
She knows full well what my astrological identity means to me,
and to add insult to injury, she's holding her petty party on November 5th,
which is my real birthday.
The Scorpio party, my party, on my birthday, and I'm not invited.
That's my luck, always.
Don't say that, sweetheart.
But it's the truth.
All my life, as far back as I can remember,
I was never anyone's choice. I was always the last resort.
I was never anyone's first choice.
Listen, let's go somewhere for your birthday.
Just you and me, agreed?
You are my choice, Carrington Lane.
The thing is…
I know she does it just to annoy me,
and I hate that she always gets her way.
Tarot is like astrology, a legitimate field in its own right.
Do you know why the Cold War ended?
Because of the internal political division within the Soviet Union.
Joan Quigley was Nancy Reagan's astrologer.
Joan guided her every step of the way in the negotiations,
while Nancy was always steering Reagan from behind the curtain.
So don't underestimate the cosmos, Miss Standish,
because the world's fortunes depend on it.
I see.
Your position in the past is represented by The Hanged Man card.
Does this have
anything to do with my husband's death?
Because it's common knowledge.
The news made the front page of The New York Times.
So it seems the universe uses Google search, then.
No.
Didn't you notice the card is upside down? That means it's reversed.
So it doesn't point to death, but to a different kind of loss.
Something or someone you turned your back on.
This is your position in the present.
The Lovers.
Really?
Come here, my love.
Right, I remember. I don't have a lover.
That chapter of my life is closed. It's over.
Love will knock on your door,
not just in the form of a partner,
but in the form of life itself and the endless possibilities it holds.
I doubt it.
Shall we end the session now?
What about that last card?
The Tower.
Collapse.
Crisis.
Mistakes you buried long ago will rise again to haunt you.
And how you face them will become a matter of life or death.
Thank you.
Let's leave it there for today.
- Happy birthday, boys.
- Thanks, Mom.
The trio.
How long have you all been dating?
- We're not dating.
- "Eva."
- Our relationship is open.
- "Eva."
- We're sleeping with other people.
- No, Eva!
- God save us!
- No, Mom, wait.
- Let's change the subject.
- Good idea.
Because I'm not ready for this.
What are your majors, ladies?
Quantitative physiology.
Sign structure theory.
- Materials.
- You'll have to explain more.
- Materials?
- Yes.
With a specialization in fully formed vector bundles.
- I'm not sure about my choice, so what do you think?
- What do you think?
I think we need to talk
about what you'll wear to the "Scorpio" party.
Actually, Mom, we'll probably have to decline.
Impossible!
The three of you are my ticket in.
My Scorpios, born on Halloween.
Your mom's sweet surprises.
I thought you'd be looking forward to dressing up
and looking your best.
- I don't know.
- Speak clearly.
- Simply, Mom, I
- We're the reason, Miss Green.
Naomi, Simone and I rely on the scholarship, and we don't have suitable clothes
and there's no way we can afford evening gowns.
Yes, Ezra spoke with good intentions.
No, Ezra spoke out of ignorance.
I know all too well the hardship of struggling to secure the basics,
but a comfortable life begins with a respectable appearance.
But how can we manage that?
Hello, your magical godmother is here.
- I agree.
- Okay.
Actually, ladies,
it's time for a complete makeover.
Follow me.
Let's go. No.
You boys stay here, finish your food, then clean up.
- Come on, ladies.
- Aren't you going to clean up, Briana?
I said clean up the place.
Come on, girls.
Finish your food and clean up.
What are your zodiac signs?
- I'm a Pisces.
- Your spirit is mature and sensitive.
- I'm a Capricorn.
- Loyal and extremely disciplined.
I'm an Aries.
Bold, fierce, independent, and a bit impulsive.
I read you for who you really are.
What you're about to see, ladies,
has been seen by only a few women and never by a man.
"Open"
Welcome to my wig closet.
Unbelievable.
This is a jungle of wigs.
Listen and learn, ladies.
For a Black woman, a wig is as important
as a handbag or a bracelet.
It helps you
reach the identity you need or aspire to.
Black women have been wearing wigs
since the days of ancient Egypt.
Queens' wigs
were a symbol of power, wealth, and taste.
My three qualities.
But let me tell you about the first Black woman
who amazed me with her wig.
She was a queen in her own right, the queen of rock and roll.
Tina Turner, girls.
When I look at her and think about what she endured,
I see her asserting her presence with great courage.
Her wig gave her protection and freedom
and lent her an astonishing allure.
A wig and a powerful presence.
Lola's wig will suit you.
Try it on.
Alright.
Here's what I'm going to do, ladies.
A beauty team will take care of you, all right?
The basic rule in choosing a dress is either show the cleavage or show the legs.
Show only one part.
We don't want to look cheap, understood?
Pull the wig back a little. Like this.
Wait.
What about this one?
Genevieve's wig.
For a Swiss beauty's look.
It's the right choice if you want to look like you belong to the upper class.
- May I?
- Of course.
Be bold and don't be shy, Simone, all right?
The wig first, then the dresses, then the jewelry, ladies, and
Then the shoes.
Our goal is to highlight Black excellence. Let's highlight Black excellence, ladies.
- What's our goal?
- Highlighting Black excellence.
- Yes.
- Yes.
Bring it, and let's go. Come on.
I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
Hello, darling.
Wait, Dina.
I was telling Brody that I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
I never thought I'd say this, Roman, but you've overdone it with the orchids.
- We're not at a tyrant's funeral.
- Really?
Let's talk in private, Roman.
Excuse me, but your scent is irresistible.
- What perfume is that?
- It's just soap.
You're staring at me for a long time.
Your eyes
Are truly captivating.
Are you flirting with me?
You've taken the question right off my tongue.
Enough nonsense.
That's what I told myself.
We have to keep our relationship professional,
even though you're making it very hard for me.
Dina?
Yes.
Did you come to check on the party preparations?
Give us a moment alone, Brodie.
Of course.
It's about Kar.
What about her? Is she dead?
I don't want to know. Her business doesn't concern me.
I'm going to ask you a favor.
Invite her to the Scorpio party.
Why?
To make peace.
This war between us has to end once and for all.
Out of the question.
You asked me to meet your fortune teller, and I went along with it, against my better judgment.
She warned me that if I avoided the mistakes of the past,
I would pay a heavy price.
I can't explain it logically, but I know for certain she meant Kar.
I know your conscience is bothering you because you slapped her.
Please.
For my sake.
I'll agree to your request because I'm above such petty things.
And when she comes arm in arm with my ex-husband, I'll rise above that too.
But keep this in mind:
Do you know what happens when you put two scorpions in a box?
Only one scorpion will survive.
Excuse me, you can't come in without an invitation.
Shut up, you cheap-looking thing. I'm invited.
Hello, you gold digger Dina.
Kar.
Thank you for coming to meet me.
Please, have a seat.
Actually,
that slap would have hurt me if your bones weren't so brittle.
What is this nonsense?
Celery and turnip soup.
It's like semen.
I want you to know
how ashamed and sorry I am for slapping you.
It was a vile, hurtful, childish thing to do.
You're anything but childish.
I know an apology won't be enough.
And I know that deep down, all you really want
is for me and the other girls to accept you.
I spoke to Allura, and we'd be delighted for you to come to the Scorpio party.
Fine.
If it means that much to you, I'll come.
So, are we finally at peace?
Yes, consider it your release from this prison.
Thank you, Kar.
Hey, what's with that glow?
- Really? What
- Yes, what's your secret?
I don't know. Nothing.
- Has a new man come into your life?
- No.
- Not at all.
- Really?
It's just that
Dinner.
Liberty Elizabeth Ronson.
It's a bit of a special dinner.
Okay.
I have a date.
- Calm down.
- I knew it!
I was sure of it.
Well, I hope he's a Scorpio so you can bring him to the party,
and we can all give him the once-over.
We'll see. Deal?
Deal.
- I'm not in a hurry.
- I was right.
I can't believe it.
Okay, what I wanted to talk to you about
is that I can't make sense of this prenup.
Okay, what's on your mind?
The two signatures belong to notaries, and it turns out
that Ray Royal used them
in several magazine acquisitions.
But here's the twist:
we can't call them to testify, and the reason
is that they're dead.
Even if they're dead,
they still witnessed her signing something.
Sweetheart.
This doesn't make any sense. What are we missing?
I don't know.
It's as if her signature
simply vanished.
Like the tricks in the magic shop I lived above
when I was a kid in Sussex.
A magic trick?
Invisible ink.
No, are you saying she
When a woman fights tooth and nail to defend herself,
nothing can stop her.
Will we know the truth before the mediation session?
You're talking to Emerald Green, darling.
My skill at my job isn't just ink on paper.
Did you catch the pun?
Thymolphthalein.
What did you say?
The forensic lab confirmed it.
It's a colorless chemical compound,
and when mixed with sodium hydroxide,
it turns blue.
It becomes acidic over time,
so the blue fades
as if it was never there at all.
Aphrodite Lavsong is a cunning schemer.
Then we'll have to match her cunning and deceit.
She mustn't know that we've discovered it.
This is perjury and fraud. It could cost us both our licenses.
Let's treat it as a hidden discovery.
This is a classic dispute
between two parties, Your Honor.
She claims she didn't sign, and he claims the opposite.
Both witnesses were notaries, and both are deceased.
Unless Mr. Royal proves otherwise, the fact remains
that Ms. Lavsong did not sign the contract.
Something is wrong here, Your Honor.
I don't know what's going on, but she's cooking up some kind of scheme.
Excuse me, Mr. Royal.
But Ms. Green is right.
Without the witnesses or a signature,
I have no choice but to rule
this prenuptial agreement invalid,
which entitles my client
to half of Mr. Royal's assets.
This is insane.
I signed the contract. I witnessed it, just as I witnessed it myself.
- You didn't witness anything.
- Calm down.
Fine. This isn't over. Do you hear me?
Please, just go away.
By the way, would you like to know
how I'm going to spend your money?
I'm launching my magazine.
The quarterly magazine "Dead Masculinity."
And I'll put your damned face on the cover.
All right.
Thank you both.
I was married to half a man.
The least you deserve is to take half of his fortune.
I want to ask you one last question, Aphrodite,
but I'd rather you didn't answer it.
Okay.
If the compounds thymolphthalein
and sodium hydroxide are familiar to you,
then don't blink.
Did I answer your question?
And what an answer!
Hello, I have an appointment with a companion.
"Jaimie Stevenson."
Hello, I'm "Liberty."
- Hello.
- I'm "Jaimie."
- Nice to meet you, Jaimie.
- Nice to meet you.
"Dina."
Amazing! What do I see?
A netherworld nymph, a true temptress.
I'm in awe of your presence, Allura.
It truly is the year of the horse, new beginnings flinging wide their doors for us.
Excuse me, ma'am, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.
- Welcome back.
- Good evening, Miss Standish.
I noticed you didn't check your phone.
Photography is prohibited at the party.
This is ridiculous.
I don't even know
my Instagram password.
I completely understand your frustration. I'll escort you to the cloakroom.
The rules make no exceptions, Dina.
I'd like to deposit this. Thank you.
Here you go. We're all done.
Alright. Thank you.
I have a quick confession,
you look breathtaking tonight.
What's going on?
You tell me.
You feel the connection between us too, don't you?
I hate to disappoint you, but I'm 40 years older than you.
I hate to disappoint you
But I already knew that.
No. That's nonsense.
Are you really claiming you're smitten with me?
You radiate power.
And that's an irresistible temptation.
All I want is to please you.
Come on.
I'll prove it to you.
Come on.
Alright, congratulations. You lured me into a closet.
What now?
Now we dance.
"Joni Mitchell"?
Do you even know who she is?
Who on earth are you?
"(A.J.)"
I can't believe how rude you are!
Well, look who it is. The Booty Bomb herself.
Amazing party, Laura.
Congratulations, and I really love your cape.
I'm dying to know which cheap workshop threw together that knockoff so fast.
No, my stinging rival.
This is the original Elizabeth Taylor scorpion cape.
I took a quick overnight flight to buy it from a Saudi billionaire's collection.
It wore me out, but the look was worth the effort.
Don't feel bad, Laura.
No one will find out your cape came from a discount store.
I'm trying, Carr. I'm doing my best.
But my patience with looking down on you is running out,
so I'm about to stoop to your level and discipline you.
Alright, excuse me, ladies.
I'm not into playing with fire,
so I'm heading over to the blackjack table.
Keep this next truth in mind:
you've become a nobody.
I stripped you of your cape, took your man,
and I'm taking over your law firm.
- Liberty's arrival saved you.
- Your look is amazing!
You two arrived at just the right moment, ladies.
Carr, your look
- Beautiful.
- Yes.
So are you, if this were a presidential ball.
I assume this is your friend, Libby, the Scorpio.
Jamie Stevenson, a Scorpio since birth. Nice to meet you.
And what's the nature of your relationship?
Honestly, Jamie and I are dating.
Really, Libby?
Yes, I've recently come to terms with myself, and it's true,
deep down I feel I'm a leading lesbian.
I always had my doubts about it,
but since it's the Year of the Horse,
I decided the time had come
to accept myself for who I really am.
I'm so happy for you, I could cry.
- Really? - I got it off my chest.
No, it didn't surprise me at all.
I never doubted you'd end up wallowing in the swamp of women's private parts.
Your stiff neck and sharp elbows
and your primitive glares, like a volleyball player desperate to score goals.
Watch your language, Kar.
I mean, the picture's clear now.
That's why you always deliberately kept me out of your man-hating club.
We kept you out because you're hateful and rotten to the core, actually.
There's something I want to know.
Didn't loneliness kill you, suppressing your desires by sleeping with men while being attracted to women?
Because you'll stay alone forever.
A whore hiding behind a cloak of virtue.
It's a shame they didn't choose you to lead this year's Pride parade.
Excuse me
- What? - You're a freak, Kar.
And I'll make you pay for this insolence
- even if it costs me my life. - Empty promises.
Alright. Thank you.
- You're welcome. Name, please? - The Green family. Triplets, Scorpios.
Alright. Let's go.
Remember what I said. Poise and elegance.
What a wonderful family. That's how you showcase Black excellence.
Let's take a fun picture.
Alright, behave yourselves now.
What a party! You were amazing, girl!
I wish I could feel this joy.
We're on the verge of disaster. Liberty just came out as gay.
What's the crisis? Good for her.
True, but Kar tore into her with her venomous tongue,
and Liberty is now crying her eyes out in the bathroom.
- Where? - Past the gambling area.
Libby.
Listen, sweetie.
- You need to hold it together. - I know.
Because we won't let
That rag doll in orthopedic shoes
shouldn't be able to get to you like this.
- This is insane.
- I know.
This is ridiculous. I don't know how I let her
provoke me this much.
This is stupid.
Look, I never came out
when I first started having doubts about her back in college,
I don't know,
I was afraid people would tear me apart with their cruel words.
So I buried the truth,
and look at me now. This is what I'm like
a week after announcing I'm gay.
Falling apart in tears
because that bitch called me a lesbian.
No.
Name-calling is what children do.
Exactly.
Woe to anyone who harms one of my sisters
and thinks they'll get away with it.
I've run out of patience with Carr.
Do you understand me?
I've run out of patience.
We'll handle it.
There, I've won again.
Why doesn't anyone else at this table
bet big?
Let's play for big stakes, everyone.
Carrington.
I need to speak with you privately right now.
What's going on?
The cheap, ready-made wig lady
wants to scold me.
Gladly, I'm right behind you.
Excuse me.
I've never seen you look this beautiful before.
You must have gotten this close to that line the day you had our daughter.
You're sweet. I wish you weren't.
I'll make your limits clear to you one last time.
You can come after me, but don't you dare touch my sisters.
I'm giving you one last chance to fix this.
What are you babbling about?
I only told that butch the truth.
All we're asking of you right now
is a little humanity, Carr,
And apologize to "Liberty" before we have to escalate this.
Or what? You'll claw my wrist open with those dragon talons of yours?
- Hand it over.
- You've blown your chance.
- Hold this.
- "Milan."
- She's blown her chance, sweetheart.
- No, not here.
- Right here.
- Don't be hard on "Dione Warwick," Emerald.
Don't push her so hard, the way you did with your three effeminate sons.
What?
Aren't those three girls just a flimsy front to hide their true inclinations?
So it's war, then.
You slut!
Let go of me!
"Kar"!
Get a grip, ladies!
"Milan" lunges at "Kar's" neck!
- Did you see that?
- No!
I actually broke a nail wrestling with her, girl.
I thought you were really going to kill her.
Listen, you're a fierce fighter.
I did what I could.
Seriously, thank you both.
- Thanks for having my back.
- Anytime.
Yes, we love you.
- I'm so sorry.
- Sorry, "Alura."
You have every right to be angry.
I am genuinely angry.
You know I love you, but this is unacceptable.
Our pride got the better of us.
The fault is mine.
This obsession with astrology brings out the worst in us.
"Adele" has left.
- No.
- What?
She said you reminded her of the harsh years she spent at that girls' school.
You reopened "Adele's" psychological trauma.
You reopened "Adele's" psychological trauma.
I have to call her.
Are you okay?
- Alura!
- Alura!
- Help!
- Call a doctor.
Damn it! A scorpion!
Oh my God!
Translation by Noor Al-Lahham
Were you scared?
Living in a glass house is still new to me,
but I don't see anything to worry about.
If I were you, I wouldn't take this lightly.
I think you girls realize
how dangerous the life of a divorce lawyer is.
Experience has taught me
that revenge is a brutal battlefield.
We have to look out for each other,
no matter what, right?
But you're living alone in that big house,
and I'm worried about you, Alura.
Private security.
A guard at the front door and another at the back.
Yes.
That'll put you at ease, and it'll put us at ease too.
Absolutely.
I love you girls,
but your fear is a bit exaggerated.
Thank you all, though.
"Queens of Justice"
What's going on?
Dina Standish came to see you.
Send in the clumsy one.
- Carr.
- Hello, Dina.
Who's your little finned friend?
- Doesn't she get lonely on her own?
- She's a betta fish.
My daughter loves her, but she doesn't get along with others.
If you add another fish to the tank, you'll kill her.
Come on.
I'm sure you've made whole schools of friends in prison.
I'll stop you
before you hit rock bottom, Carr.
How did you get out anyway?
Thanks to a solid alibi for the night of the murder.
The truth is I was completely cut off from the world,
but proving it took time.
I was lost in a painful, reflective isolation
at our farm, La Contenta.
I was tormented trying to find a way to say goodbye to Doug.
But I was alone.
And no witnesses can place me there.
So I spent long nights
combing through my phone's location data
to prove I was out of state.
As for the murder…
it's still a mystery.
It took you a week to learn the basics of a phone.
Exactly what you'd expect from a Stone Age grandmother.
Maybe my time in prison, Kar, was…
the most enlightening experience of my life.
So your attempts to insult me won't get to me at all.
I did some reading.
"Strength to Love," by Martin Luther King Jr."
How funny. I've had a dream too, like Dr. King's,
that you'd breathe your last breath behind bars.
I know you.
I know you better than anyone.
And I don't want to keep up this fight any longer.
Spare me your sermons, Dina Standish.
Your opinion means nothing to me.
I'm not saying I hate you,
but I'm ready to pull the plug on you
so I can charge my phone.
I'll end whatever fight is going on between us.
I realized that my love for you
is the only way to overcome the darkness in your heart.
Believe me, I won't back down, and I will win.
Destroying the law firm you joined
tops the list on my diabolical chart.
I came here today too
to look you in the eye and tell you the following,
"Carrington Lane…"
I forgive you.
You forgive me for what?
How dare you!
You have no right to forgive me without my consent.
This is an assault.
Take back what you said!
You have no right to do that.
Actually, you know what? I'm the one forgiving you.
Fine.
Have it your way.
I forgive you for betraying me as my mentor and friend,
and I forgive you for choosing them over me.
- It's more complicated than that.
- Not in my eyes it isn't.
Black Mae West,
big-assed and dry-cunted,
are the three most boring women I've ever met.
And I say that as a mom who's an expert on the schools and neighborhoods
of West Los Angeles, which are built on boredom.
Kar.
From devouring so many children,
your talk has become childishly embarrassing.
Sorry, I take that back.
I swore I wouldn't stoop to your level today.
Though I didn't frame you for murder,
I slipped you dementia drugs
and got your maid to turn on you.
Enjoy that bit of information.
I know you're trying to provoke me,
but I came to you intending to be forgiving and forgive,
so I'll leave now
before you undo what I tried to fix.
I forgive you, Kar.
Goodbye.
- Why?
- What are you asking about?
Why do you keep forgiving me?
Do you want to hear my theory?
In my opinion, it's because you never had a child.
Don't, Kar. Don't.
We all know how fake your ridiculous act is,
pretending we're like your daughters.
You're trying to raise us
because you were too chicken to raise a son of your own blood,
and thank God you never had one.
Because the deformed women in your office
are proof enough of your failure.
You're a horrible mother.
Get out of my face!
I lost my temper.
I completely lost my head.
I shouldn't have gone to her.
Your only mistake was not slapping her harder.
You're bleeding, Emerald.
It's okay.
I went to her intending to end this pointless feud,
but instead I fed it and gave her a reason for revenge.
Any war she wages on us now
will be fully justified because I couldn't control myself.
You hit her where it hurts. You had no choice.
- What's going on?
- Dina slapped Kar.
And the caring mother is embarrassed by that.
If we ignore her,
she might finally disappear from our lives.
Remember, it's the Year of the Horse.
Mercy.
Drop the horoscope nonsense.
It's actually Chinese astrology, and it's not nonsense.
Last year was the Year of the Snake,
which symbolizes shedding one's past.
I'm shedding Chase,
and all of us are shedding Kar.
What?
Chase and Kar are dating.
They deserve each other. Come on, girls.
And I deserve someone far better than him.
You're focusing on your work, and that's just sensible.
What I deserve, and what all of us deserve, is to have fun.
- Hi.
- Let's give the girls a show, Milan.
- Strippers?
- I can't believe it. Here we go.
The mail's here.
You look different, Milan.
Did you change something in your hair?
I found it!
You passed the bar exam in California?
I proudly admit it!
- No!
- I can't believe it! Amazing!
- I can't believe it!
- Congratulations!
And you passed on the first try.
Congratulations, Milan.
I didn't pass on the first try.
But you finally passed, and that's what matters.
True.
What's in the box? It's too small to fit Carr's head.
You know the Scorpio party Grace Kelly threw, ladies.
Of course!
She threw the Scorpio party when she turned 40,
and she required that every guest be a Scorpio, or have a Scorpio escort.
It was supposed to be the most magical night of her life,
but she overlooked one detail, or rather, one person.
Goody bags?
Elizabeth Taylor.
She attended the Scorpio party
wearing a velvet evening cape from Tiziani embroidered with scorpions set with sparkling gems.
An amazing woman.
So, ladies, are you ready?
I'm going to throw my own version of the Scorpio party.
No.
And I'm going to wear this.
I can't believe it, Alura. Is that the same cape?
I can't believe it. It's amazing.
Alura Grant! You sly thing!
I snatched it up at an auction, and it's worth every penny I paid.
My party is going to be a celebration of fun and extravagance,
so I've booked two of the most fun-loving performers
to entertain us.
Who? Who?
Adele and Bruno Mars.
I love little Bruno Mars.
I heard that not everything about him is little.
That's what I heard.
Alright, you pure Scorpio.
Yes, science doesn't lie!
This is pure nonsense.
Why should I believe cavemen who looked at the stars 5,000 years ago,
connected them up, and tied them to our destinies?
We are women of law and order.
Let's rely on truth and logic.
Don't you two dare forget this.
Let me shatter your illusions, Dina.
I'll book you a astrology reading with Luna Everlaine.
Luna Everlaine?
Luna Everlaine is reliable. Do you get that?
That woman predicted COVID.
You have to meet Luna Everlaine, Dina. You absolutely have to.
Even if you send me the lion, the witch,
the wardrobe, and all the other nonsense,
I won't change my mind.
That's how a Libra talks.
Enough.
I was there from the very beginning.
I was the first model to grace the cover of the first issue.
I'm the one who turned Ray Royal into a media mogul.
I wasn't just a woman behind a great man,
I was the woman who made him great.
I taught Ray the ins and outs of business.
So how did he repay me?
By sleeping with every single cover model.
Then he slapped me with divorce papers
one month before our tenth wedding anniversary.
It's the 10-year rule.
He didn't want to be bound by open-ended spousal support.
And it's a very well-thought-out move.
But I don't just want support.
I want half.
Half of everything.
I like the way you talk.
You're a woman who refuses to be exploited,
and we'll make sure you get half.
And once you have it, invest it in something great,
like building your own independent media empire.
That's what I want to hear.
Because I refuse to ever go back to the feeling
Alright, we need a copy of the prenup.
We couldn't get it from his lawyer.
Here you go. I brought my copy.
This, Aphrodite,
is an airtight and unfair contract.
This won't be an easy task.
Turn to the last page and tell me what you think.
I don't see your signature here.
That's because I never signed it.
But the witnesses signed.
But I didn't sign.
All right then.
I think we have a solid case.
I know you're upset, sweetheart.
And you were wise to choose not to press assault charges against Dina.
Don't mistake my restraint for forgiveness.
I'm playing the long game with that witch.
So what set you off tonight?
Guess who's throwing a party.
Allura. And all the girls will be there.
- And why should you care?
- Because I'm being targeted.
She's throwing that party for one purpose, and it's to exclude me.
She knows full well what my astrological identity means to me,
and to add insult to injury, she's holding her petty party on November 5th,
which is my real birthday.
The Scorpio party, my party, on my birthday, and I'm not invited.
That's my luck, always.
Don't say that, sweetheart.
But it's the truth.
All my life, as far back as I can remember,
I was never anyone's choice. I was always the last resort.
I was never anyone's first choice.
Listen, let's go somewhere for your birthday.
Just you and me, agreed?
You are my choice, Carrington Lane.
The thing is…
I know she does it just to annoy me,
and I hate that she always gets her way.
Tarot is like astrology, a legitimate field in its own right.
Do you know why the Cold War ended?
Because of the internal political division within the Soviet Union.
Joan Quigley was Nancy Reagan's astrologer.
Joan guided her every step of the way in the negotiations,
while Nancy was always steering Reagan from behind the curtain.
So don't underestimate the cosmos, Miss Standish,
because the world's fortunes depend on it.
I see.
Your position in the past is represented by The Hanged Man card.
Does this have
anything to do with my husband's death?
Because it's common knowledge.
The news made the front page of The New York Times.
So it seems the universe uses Google search, then.
No.
Didn't you notice the card is upside down? That means it's reversed.
So it doesn't point to death, but to a different kind of loss.
Something or someone you turned your back on.
This is your position in the present.
The Lovers.
Really?
Come here, my love.
Right, I remember. I don't have a lover.
That chapter of my life is closed. It's over.
Love will knock on your door,
not just in the form of a partner,
but in the form of life itself and the endless possibilities it holds.
I doubt it.
Shall we end the session now?
What about that last card?
The Tower.
Collapse.
Crisis.
Mistakes you buried long ago will rise again to haunt you.
And how you face them will become a matter of life or death.
Thank you.
Let's leave it there for today.
- Happy birthday, boys.
- Thanks, Mom.
The trio.
How long have you all been dating?
- We're not dating.
- "Eva."
- Our relationship is open.
- "Eva."
- We're sleeping with other people.
- No, Eva!
- God save us!
- No, Mom, wait.
- Let's change the subject.
- Good idea.
Because I'm not ready for this.
What are your majors, ladies?
Quantitative physiology.
Sign structure theory.
- Materials.
- You'll have to explain more.
- Materials?
- Yes.
With a specialization in fully formed vector bundles.
- I'm not sure about my choice, so what do you think?
- What do you think?
I think we need to talk
about what you'll wear to the "Scorpio" party.
Actually, Mom, we'll probably have to decline.
Impossible!
The three of you are my ticket in.
My Scorpios, born on Halloween.
Your mom's sweet surprises.
I thought you'd be looking forward to dressing up
and looking your best.
- I don't know.
- Speak clearly.
- Simply, Mom, I
- We're the reason, Miss Green.
Naomi, Simone and I rely on the scholarship, and we don't have suitable clothes
and there's no way we can afford evening gowns.
Yes, Ezra spoke with good intentions.
No, Ezra spoke out of ignorance.
I know all too well the hardship of struggling to secure the basics,
but a comfortable life begins with a respectable appearance.
But how can we manage that?
Hello, your magical godmother is here.
- I agree.
- Okay.
Actually, ladies,
it's time for a complete makeover.
Follow me.
Let's go. No.
You boys stay here, finish your food, then clean up.
- Come on, ladies.
- Aren't you going to clean up, Briana?
I said clean up the place.
Come on, girls.
Finish your food and clean up.
What are your zodiac signs?
- I'm a Pisces.
- Your spirit is mature and sensitive.
- I'm a Capricorn.
- Loyal and extremely disciplined.
I'm an Aries.
Bold, fierce, independent, and a bit impulsive.
I read you for who you really are.
What you're about to see, ladies,
has been seen by only a few women and never by a man.
"Open"
Welcome to my wig closet.
Unbelievable.
This is a jungle of wigs.
Listen and learn, ladies.
For a Black woman, a wig is as important
as a handbag or a bracelet.
It helps you
reach the identity you need or aspire to.
Black women have been wearing wigs
since the days of ancient Egypt.
Queens' wigs
were a symbol of power, wealth, and taste.
My three qualities.
But let me tell you about the first Black woman
who amazed me with her wig.
She was a queen in her own right, the queen of rock and roll.
Tina Turner, girls.
When I look at her and think about what she endured,
I see her asserting her presence with great courage.
Her wig gave her protection and freedom
and lent her an astonishing allure.
A wig and a powerful presence.
Lola's wig will suit you.
Try it on.
Alright.
Here's what I'm going to do, ladies.
A beauty team will take care of you, all right?
The basic rule in choosing a dress is either show the cleavage or show the legs.
Show only one part.
We don't want to look cheap, understood?
Pull the wig back a little. Like this.
Wait.
What about this one?
Genevieve's wig.
For a Swiss beauty's look.
It's the right choice if you want to look like you belong to the upper class.
- May I?
- Of course.
Be bold and don't be shy, Simone, all right?
The wig first, then the dresses, then the jewelry, ladies, and
Then the shoes.
Our goal is to highlight Black excellence. Let's highlight Black excellence, ladies.
- What's our goal?
- Highlighting Black excellence.
- Yes.
- Yes.
Bring it, and let's go. Come on.
I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
Hello, darling.
Wait, Dina.
I was telling Brody that I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
I don't like bouclé fabric on the chairs.
I never thought I'd say this, Roman, but you've overdone it with the orchids.
- We're not at a tyrant's funeral.
- Really?
Let's talk in private, Roman.
Excuse me, but your scent is irresistible.
- What perfume is that?
- It's just soap.
You're staring at me for a long time.
Your eyes
Are truly captivating.
Are you flirting with me?
You've taken the question right off my tongue.
Enough nonsense.
That's what I told myself.
We have to keep our relationship professional,
even though you're making it very hard for me.
Dina?
Yes.
Did you come to check on the party preparations?
Give us a moment alone, Brodie.
Of course.
It's about Kar.
What about her? Is she dead?
I don't want to know. Her business doesn't concern me.
I'm going to ask you a favor.
Invite her to the Scorpio party.
Why?
To make peace.
This war between us has to end once and for all.
Out of the question.
You asked me to meet your fortune teller, and I went along with it, against my better judgment.
She warned me that if I avoided the mistakes of the past,
I would pay a heavy price.
I can't explain it logically, but I know for certain she meant Kar.
I know your conscience is bothering you because you slapped her.
Please.
For my sake.
I'll agree to your request because I'm above such petty things.
And when she comes arm in arm with my ex-husband, I'll rise above that too.
But keep this in mind:
Do you know what happens when you put two scorpions in a box?
Only one scorpion will survive.
Excuse me, you can't come in without an invitation.
Shut up, you cheap-looking thing. I'm invited.
Hello, you gold digger Dina.
Kar.
Thank you for coming to meet me.
Please, have a seat.
Actually,
that slap would have hurt me if your bones weren't so brittle.
What is this nonsense?
Celery and turnip soup.
It's like semen.
I want you to know
how ashamed and sorry I am for slapping you.
It was a vile, hurtful, childish thing to do.
You're anything but childish.
I know an apology won't be enough.
And I know that deep down, all you really want
is for me and the other girls to accept you.
I spoke to Allura, and we'd be delighted for you to come to the Scorpio party.
Fine.
If it means that much to you, I'll come.
So, are we finally at peace?
Yes, consider it your release from this prison.
Thank you, Kar.
Hey, what's with that glow?
- Really? What
- Yes, what's your secret?
I don't know. Nothing.
- Has a new man come into your life?
- No.
- Not at all.
- Really?
It's just that
Dinner.
Liberty Elizabeth Ronson.
It's a bit of a special dinner.
Okay.
I have a date.
- Calm down.
- I knew it!
I was sure of it.
Well, I hope he's a Scorpio so you can bring him to the party,
and we can all give him the once-over.
We'll see. Deal?
Deal.
- I'm not in a hurry.
- I was right.
I can't believe it.
Okay, what I wanted to talk to you about
is that I can't make sense of this prenup.
Okay, what's on your mind?
The two signatures belong to notaries, and it turns out
that Ray Royal used them
in several magazine acquisitions.
But here's the twist:
we can't call them to testify, and the reason
is that they're dead.
Even if they're dead,
they still witnessed her signing something.
Sweetheart.
This doesn't make any sense. What are we missing?
I don't know.
It's as if her signature
simply vanished.
Like the tricks in the magic shop I lived above
when I was a kid in Sussex.
A magic trick?
Invisible ink.
No, are you saying she
When a woman fights tooth and nail to defend herself,
nothing can stop her.
Will we know the truth before the mediation session?
You're talking to Emerald Green, darling.
My skill at my job isn't just ink on paper.
Did you catch the pun?
Thymolphthalein.
What did you say?
The forensic lab confirmed it.
It's a colorless chemical compound,
and when mixed with sodium hydroxide,
it turns blue.
It becomes acidic over time,
so the blue fades
as if it was never there at all.
Aphrodite Lavsong is a cunning schemer.
Then we'll have to match her cunning and deceit.
She mustn't know that we've discovered it.
This is perjury and fraud. It could cost us both our licenses.
Let's treat it as a hidden discovery.
This is a classic dispute
between two parties, Your Honor.
She claims she didn't sign, and he claims the opposite.
Both witnesses were notaries, and both are deceased.
Unless Mr. Royal proves otherwise, the fact remains
that Ms. Lavsong did not sign the contract.
Something is wrong here, Your Honor.
I don't know what's going on, but she's cooking up some kind of scheme.
Excuse me, Mr. Royal.
But Ms. Green is right.
Without the witnesses or a signature,
I have no choice but to rule
this prenuptial agreement invalid,
which entitles my client
to half of Mr. Royal's assets.
This is insane.
I signed the contract. I witnessed it, just as I witnessed it myself.
- You didn't witness anything.
- Calm down.
Fine. This isn't over. Do you hear me?
Please, just go away.
By the way, would you like to know
how I'm going to spend your money?
I'm launching my magazine.
The quarterly magazine "Dead Masculinity."
And I'll put your damned face on the cover.
All right.
Thank you both.
I was married to half a man.
The least you deserve is to take half of his fortune.
I want to ask you one last question, Aphrodite,
but I'd rather you didn't answer it.
Okay.
If the compounds thymolphthalein
and sodium hydroxide are familiar to you,
then don't blink.
Did I answer your question?
And what an answer!
Hello, I have an appointment with a companion.
"Jaimie Stevenson."
Hello, I'm "Liberty."
- Hello.
- I'm "Jaimie."
- Nice to meet you, Jaimie.
- Nice to meet you.
"Dina."
Amazing! What do I see?
A netherworld nymph, a true temptress.
I'm in awe of your presence, Allura.
It truly is the year of the horse, new beginnings flinging wide their doors for us.
Excuse me, ma'am, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation.
- Welcome back.
- Good evening, Miss Standish.
I noticed you didn't check your phone.
Photography is prohibited at the party.
This is ridiculous.
I don't even know
my Instagram password.
I completely understand your frustration. I'll escort you to the cloakroom.
The rules make no exceptions, Dina.
I'd like to deposit this. Thank you.
Here you go. We're all done.
Alright. Thank you.
I have a quick confession,
you look breathtaking tonight.
What's going on?
You tell me.
You feel the connection between us too, don't you?
I hate to disappoint you, but I'm 40 years older than you.
I hate to disappoint you
But I already knew that.
No. That's nonsense.
Are you really claiming you're smitten with me?
You radiate power.
And that's an irresistible temptation.
All I want is to please you.
Come on.
I'll prove it to you.
Come on.
Alright, congratulations. You lured me into a closet.
What now?
Now we dance.
"Joni Mitchell"?
Do you even know who she is?
Who on earth are you?
"(A.J.)"
I can't believe how rude you are!
Well, look who it is. The Booty Bomb herself.
Amazing party, Laura.
Congratulations, and I really love your cape.
I'm dying to know which cheap workshop threw together that knockoff so fast.
No, my stinging rival.
This is the original Elizabeth Taylor scorpion cape.
I took a quick overnight flight to buy it from a Saudi billionaire's collection.
It wore me out, but the look was worth the effort.
Don't feel bad, Laura.
No one will find out your cape came from a discount store.
I'm trying, Carr. I'm doing my best.
But my patience with looking down on you is running out,
so I'm about to stoop to your level and discipline you.
Alright, excuse me, ladies.
I'm not into playing with fire,
so I'm heading over to the blackjack table.
Keep this next truth in mind:
you've become a nobody.
I stripped you of your cape, took your man,
and I'm taking over your law firm.
- Liberty's arrival saved you.
- Your look is amazing!
You two arrived at just the right moment, ladies.
Carr, your look
- Beautiful.
- Yes.
So are you, if this were a presidential ball.
I assume this is your friend, Libby, the Scorpio.
Jamie Stevenson, a Scorpio since birth. Nice to meet you.
And what's the nature of your relationship?
Honestly, Jamie and I are dating.
Really, Libby?
Yes, I've recently come to terms with myself, and it's true,
deep down I feel I'm a leading lesbian.
I always had my doubts about it,
but since it's the Year of the Horse,
I decided the time had come
to accept myself for who I really am.
I'm so happy for you, I could cry.
- Really? - I got it off my chest.
No, it didn't surprise me at all.
I never doubted you'd end up wallowing in the swamp of women's private parts.
Your stiff neck and sharp elbows
and your primitive glares, like a volleyball player desperate to score goals.
Watch your language, Kar.
I mean, the picture's clear now.
That's why you always deliberately kept me out of your man-hating club.
We kept you out because you're hateful and rotten to the core, actually.
There's something I want to know.
Didn't loneliness kill you, suppressing your desires by sleeping with men while being attracted to women?
Because you'll stay alone forever.
A whore hiding behind a cloak of virtue.
It's a shame they didn't choose you to lead this year's Pride parade.
Excuse me
- What? - You're a freak, Kar.
And I'll make you pay for this insolence
- even if it costs me my life. - Empty promises.
Alright. Thank you.
- You're welcome. Name, please? - The Green family. Triplets, Scorpios.
Alright. Let's go.
Remember what I said. Poise and elegance.
What a wonderful family. That's how you showcase Black excellence.
Let's take a fun picture.
Alright, behave yourselves now.
What a party! You were amazing, girl!
I wish I could feel this joy.
We're on the verge of disaster. Liberty just came out as gay.
What's the crisis? Good for her.
True, but Kar tore into her with her venomous tongue,
and Liberty is now crying her eyes out in the bathroom.
- Where? - Past the gambling area.
Libby.
Listen, sweetie.
- You need to hold it together. - I know.
Because we won't let
That rag doll in orthopedic shoes
shouldn't be able to get to you like this.
- This is insane.
- I know.
This is ridiculous. I don't know how I let her
provoke me this much.
This is stupid.
Look, I never came out
when I first started having doubts about her back in college,
I don't know,
I was afraid people would tear me apart with their cruel words.
So I buried the truth,
and look at me now. This is what I'm like
a week after announcing I'm gay.
Falling apart in tears
because that bitch called me a lesbian.
No.
Name-calling is what children do.
Exactly.
Woe to anyone who harms one of my sisters
and thinks they'll get away with it.
I've run out of patience with Carr.
Do you understand me?
I've run out of patience.
We'll handle it.
There, I've won again.
Why doesn't anyone else at this table
bet big?
Let's play for big stakes, everyone.
Carrington.
I need to speak with you privately right now.
What's going on?
The cheap, ready-made wig lady
wants to scold me.
Gladly, I'm right behind you.
Excuse me.
I've never seen you look this beautiful before.
You must have gotten this close to that line the day you had our daughter.
You're sweet. I wish you weren't.
I'll make your limits clear to you one last time.
You can come after me, but don't you dare touch my sisters.
I'm giving you one last chance to fix this.
What are you babbling about?
I only told that butch the truth.
All we're asking of you right now
is a little humanity, Carr,
And apologize to "Liberty" before we have to escalate this.
Or what? You'll claw my wrist open with those dragon talons of yours?
- Hand it over.
- You've blown your chance.
- Hold this.
- "Milan."
- She's blown her chance, sweetheart.
- No, not here.
- Right here.
- Don't be hard on "Dione Warwick," Emerald.
Don't push her so hard, the way you did with your three effeminate sons.
What?
Aren't those three girls just a flimsy front to hide their true inclinations?
So it's war, then.
You slut!
Let go of me!
"Kar"!
Get a grip, ladies!
"Milan" lunges at "Kar's" neck!
- Did you see that?
- No!
I actually broke a nail wrestling with her, girl.
I thought you were really going to kill her.
Listen, you're a fierce fighter.
I did what I could.
Seriously, thank you both.
- Thanks for having my back.
- Anytime.
Yes, we love you.
- I'm so sorry.
- Sorry, "Alura."
You have every right to be angry.
I am genuinely angry.
You know I love you, but this is unacceptable.
Our pride got the better of us.
The fault is mine.
This obsession with astrology brings out the worst in us.
"Adele" has left.
- No.
- What?
She said you reminded her of the harsh years she spent at that girls' school.
You reopened "Adele's" psychological trauma.
You reopened "Adele's" psychological trauma.
I have to call her.
Are you okay?
- Alura!
- Alura!
- Help!
- Call a doctor.
Damn it! A scorpion!
Oh my God!
Translation by Noor Al-Lahham