01x75 - Episode 75

[bunniefuu]

Can I just say wow?

[laughs]
Honestly,

that's the kind
of medical attention

that I could get used to.

Trust me, this was
entirely unprofessional.

But you did make my heart race
in ways that are definitely

not FDA-approved.

Do doctors always talk
about medical stuff

during moments like this?

[scoffs]
God, no.

The doctor in me
completely disappears

when I'm with someone.

Well, you can examine me
anytime.

You sure about that?

What?

I mean, you were just
rather quick to grab your phone.

Don't worry,
I'm not about to post

"I just had mind-blowing sex
with my father's doctor."

Not everything ends up
on my feed.

That's not
what has me concerned.

What's g*y sex like?

I'm sorry, um, what?

I'm not trying to be messy.

It's for school.

The community college course
I'm taking

over the summer, remember?

My goal is to get ahead
of the game,

so when the purse line takes off

and I get too busy
promoting the product, I'm good.

And the first assignment
is human sexuality.

Don't you need parental consent
for something like that?

Pop signed the paperwork.

Did he read what he was signing
before he signed it?

No, not really.

He was on his first coffee.

[laughs softly] I could have
been selling the house

and he wouldn't have noticed.

Typical politician.

- So...
- No, no, no.

No. No.

If your pops is the one
that signed the paperwork,

then he is the one
that is going to do the Q and A.

But he's not here.
He's out having dinner

with Great-Grandpa at the club.

Well, Vernon does
like to eat early.

Uh, he should have
been back by now.

Maybe something came up?

[man grunts]

MARTIN:
Why are you talking to me?

What do you want?
And who the hell are you?

Answer me.

Sir, I'm just doing my job.

If I've offended you
in any way, I...

You can drop
the Mister Rogers act.

Have we ever met before?

I don't think so.

I mean, it's possible.
I see so many club members.

You do remember me, right?

And not from here.

♪ ♪

Hey, babe. Sorry I missed you.

Okay, so, change of plans.

My client insists
on meeting in person,

so it looks like I'll be
enjoying overpriced salmon

at the club instead
of those oxtails I was craving.

[phone chimes]

Oh, okay, so that was security
letting me know

that he's here early.

But I will
make it up to you, okay?

Love you. Bye.

Ashley.

I have been calling and calling.

- Why didn't you pick up?
- I'm sorry.

I was knee-deep in work
and I figured we'd talk later.

- What's...
- It was important,

and your assistant
wouldn't tell me where you were

until I bribed her
with two spa tickets.

Okay, I will deal
with her later.

- Tell me, what's wrong?
- How the hell

could you let Derek
propose to me?

More oxtails for me.

Look at you.

My man's finally
about to level up.

Oh, come on, D.

I love Orphey Gene's,

but don't you want
to propose to Ashley

at a fancier place?

- Doesn't matter anymore.
- No, it does matter, bro.

Ashley's gonna remember tonight
for the rest of her life.

She already said no.

What?

I did the proposal thing
at Uptown.

All this time, I thought
we were building something real,

but she looked at this ring
like it...

it was a b*mb about to go off.

Damn, that's cold.

- I'm sorry, bro.
- Yeah, you're not the only one.

I mean, did she at least
give you a reason why?

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

Hey.

There's my favorite supermodel.

- [laughs softly]
- Mwah.

Ex-supermodel, although...

- I still got it.
- Yeah, and then some.

You know, the camera
never did do you any justice.

[exhales]
Hey, uh, we need to talk.

Ooh.

Those four little words
never lead to anything good.

Can we please skip to the part

where we just rip
each other's clothes off?

You know I'd love to,

but, uh, I actually
stopped by earlier,

and when you weren't here,
I stopped by the guesthouse.

Oh, right.
The girls are setting up shop.

Chelsea's purse empire
in the making.

Yeah, and that's the thing.

I'm sure the way I walked in
might have given away too much.

What do you mean?

I mean that Chelsea and Kat
aren't stupid.

I'm sure they caught on.

Are you trying to tell me
my daughter and niece

know we're sleeping together?

Would that be the worst thing
in the world if they did?

So you're at a loss for words?

What do you want me to say?

That I'm cool with my daughter
knowing that her mother

and cousin are having
intimate interludes?

Come on, you-you know damn well
that we're not blood-related.

You're making this
way worse than it is.

Worse than Chelsea knowing
I'm sleeping with someone

closer to her age than mine?

Age ain't nothing but a number.

- Still...
- Check out the mirror.

Andre, people talk.

And you don't have to worry
about ending up

on some messy gossip page.

When men date younger,
it's high fives and cigars.

When we do it, it's side-eyes
and prayer circles.

Since when did Dani Dupree start
caring about what people think?

You're right. I don't care.

Unless my family's involved.

Nicole's going through
a very rough time right now.

So rough that she wouldn't
be happy for you?

That I'm sleeping
with her nephew?

By marriage, Dani.

Andre, she was there
the day you were born.

Okay, yeah, then maybe
Aunt Nicole is gonna have

- an initial reaction.
- Maybe?

She will probably never speak
to either of us again.

I highly doubt that.

Look, you know
this isn't about her.

This is about you.

You sound just like Pamela.

So you told her about us?

It slipped.

Don't act like you haven't
humblebragged to somebody.

- Only to Ted.
- You told Ted?

Hey, what can I say? It slipped.

So, Ted and Pamela know,
Chelsea and Kat suspect...

Oh, no. Two people--
maybe four people know?

We might as well
tell the PR firm

to start our apology trail.

This is serious.

But it doesn't have to be.

Look, why don't we just
stop hiding?

I'm not ready.

Fine.

You got a problem with me
protecting what's private?

Not at all.

Unless it's...
got something to do with Bill.

This has nothing
to do with Bill.

He stopped having anything
to say or feel about me

the moment he took off the ring
I put on his finger.

What reason did Ashley give you?

Plural. She had plenty.

"I do love you, Derek.
I do want to marry you, Derek."

Just not now?

But if not now, when?

Next year? Next decade?

When Mercury's in retrograde

or when the Lions
win the Super Bowl?

Hey, but real talk, bro,
at least she didn't say never.

Even if I could get past that,
which I can't,

here's the craziest part:

Ashley said she felt
like I was testing her,

that the whole proposal
was some kind of loyalty check.

I mean, was it?

Okay, first of all,
Derek is grown.

I couldn't stop him
from proposing if I wanted to.

Even if you couldn't,
taking him ring shopping?

- Are you serious?
- He asked me for help.

Did you really expect me
not to help the poor guy?

He was gonna buy
you some discount ring

that would turn
your finger green.

Tell me you didn't pay for it.

Oh, my God, Naomi. Tell me
you didn't buy that ring.

What planet
are you on right now?

Derek is too stubborn
to accept help buying coffee,

and Jacob watches
our accounts like a hawk.

- Thank God.
- I just helped him

pick the ring out, is all.

Why would you do that?

I-I was trying to be
a good friend.

But you're my best friend.

Did you honestly not know
that this wasn't what I wanted?

Okay, let's-let's take this
inside, okay?

I'm supposed to meet with
a client, but I can cancel.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. It's fine, okay?

This is more important.

- You are more important.
- No, you know what?

I-I'm such a mess.
I shouldn't go in there.

Ash, You look stunning.

And who knows?
With all the wandering eyes,

maybe you'll get
a few more proposals

before we get to the table.

- Not funny.
- Sorry.

- Too soon?
- Yeah.

I was just trying
to lower the temperature.

Especially since
some of the members here

can be a bit touchy.

[groans]

I need you to do something.

Like what?

Repeat after me.

"Let's see what color's
your money."

Let's see what color's
your money.

Say it again, louder.

Let's see what color's
your money.

Say it like you're angry.

Come on.

Let's see what color's
your money!

MAN:
Let's see what color's your money.

You need anything else?

I really need
to get back to work.

Thanks for the tip.

How's that fine suit-wearing
behind of yours doing?

Burns like hell.

That table's
not exactly memory foam.

Is making love on different
surfaces part of the attraction?

'Cause you did promise me
a bed the next time.

Well, where's your sense
of adventure?

Don't say you're going soft
on me already.

Just the opposite.

Hmm. So you have the stamina
for another round?

Oh, I could go all night.

We could try out
every surface in the room.

What's going on here?

Don't even try
to play me for a fool

by lying.

Can we just cut the BS
for one second?

You know this isn't about Kat
or Chelsea, this is about you.

Since when are you the expert
on what I'm thinking?

Since you practically admitted
it to me the other night.

This is about Bill, Dani.

The way that he played you
and broke your heart.

Well, damn. Why don't you
pour some salt in the wound

while you're at it?

Listen, I'm not trying
to hurt your feelings.

I'm just trying to understand
why do we have to hide this,

this real connection we have?

You want the truth?

Well, damn...

not the way you just said it.

Dani, I don't want
to say anything that is gonna

- make you sad, okay?
- Yeah, you're good at that.

You're good at meeting me
where I'm at

and letting me hide out in this
caressing and kissing and sex.

So much wonderful sex.

- That's not exactly a hardship.
- [groans]

Okay? The truth?

Yeah.

I'm scared.

I'm scared to get played again,
and I am tired of men

making me feel
like I'm not enough.

Men.

- So you're lumping me in
with him? - Shouldn't I?

I didn't see
what Bill did coming.

Why should I believe you
when doing that in my marriage

nearly broke me?

Do you know what it is like
to have the man

you built your life with
look at you

like you're yesterday's news?

Dani, all that proves
is that Bill is,

on top of other things,
an idiot for letting you go.

And he's blind.

But, Dani, I see you, okay?

I really see you,
and I'm not him.

I'm not gonna leave you
for Hayley.

What would you want with that
trashy, pregnant h* anyway?

[stifled laugh]
Dani, come on.

Okay, maybe not Hayley.

But what about someone else?

Are you sure
there's no other woman?

Maybe someone
closer to your age,

who doesn't come
with quite as much baggage?

NAOMI:
I am so sorry, but something urgent came up.

Are we able to reschedule?

Perfect. Thank you so much
for understanding.

Martin?

Martin! Hey.

Naomi, hi.

Hey, Ashley.

I'll meet you at the bar.

[panting]

NAOMI:
Are you okay?

You don't seem like yourself.

Just the usual
Capitol Hill circus.

You know how it goes.

Congress never sleeps.

How's, uh, Uncle Bill
holding up?

He's, um, you know, pretending
like nothing ever happened.

That man's ego is writing checks
his blood vessels can't cash.

Hence, stroke,
but he's getting stronger,

stubbornness aside.

That's, that's great.

You know, last time we talked,

you said that things at home
could be better.

Are you sure there's
nothing else going on with you?

Martin, whatever it is,
I'm in your corner.

I always have been.

You know, I could...

Thanks for the offer, coz,
but Ashley's waiting on you,

and Smitty's probably wondering
where I've disappeared to.

Have fun.

Is Tyrell still at chess club?

Yeah, but he'll be back
before curfew.

You know him, he's probably
not leaving until he masters

some new chess strategy
that gives him an edge.

Mm, that dedication
will take him places.

Speaking of focus,
junior year is coming up.

You ready?

As ready as I can be

for the academic Hunger Games.

[English accent]: May the curve
ever be in my favor.

[chuckles]

I do want to make sure
that being a spokesperson

doesn't get in the way
of your studies.

[regular voice]:
It won't.

And you want to know why?

Because I really want to help
Chelsea and Kat do this.

I want to be a part of something
so super cool.

I mean, this is major.

After kicking off
the purse line,

Chelsea wants
to design activewear,

and then I get to do
what I really want to do,

which is model.

So I'm not gonna
screw things up along the way.

Like Great-Granddad says,
eye on the prize, right?

Come here.

"Eye on the prize," indeed.

It's not about privacy, Chelsea.

It's about presence.

What we just shared
was personal, intimate.

And your first instinct
is to check your socials?

I haven't posted in hours.

If I don't feed the beast,

the algorithm will do me dirty.

Every notification, every like
is like a little dopamine hit

that keeps you coming back
for more.

And I'm pretty sure
what we just did

triggers the same
dopamine response.

And I recall
you coming back for more

several times, like I did.

There's a difference
between natural rewards

and digital ones.

Seems like the doctor hasn't
turned off her medical brain,

and she's asking me
to turn off my influencer one.

It's not just about likes.

This is my work.

I like the way
you say that word.

I can hear the pride,

the joy, the challenge,
the obligation,

and the aspiration
you bring to your work.

I feel the same way
about neurology.

I mean, no delusions here,
Doctor, I'm not saving lives,

but I'm just trying to have
convos that make a difference.

Like, maybe a kid in Tulsa
feels a little less lonely

because I hit him back
on DM or...

maybe I gave a shout-out
to a fellow influencer,

a stay-at-home mom who's got
a lot going on at home,

and she goes viral
and that helps boost

her custom jewelry sales.

Or maybe I make a comment
to boost my followers

or just sell another purse.

But none of that happens
unless I make it happen.

Without that, I never
would have recognized you

at the bar that first night.

So you admit it.
You were gazing at me.

- Say that I was.
- That's what I'm saying.

And you wouldn't have
been able to gaze back

if you were too busy typing.

So what I'm saying

is, sometimes the most important
connections happen...

...when you put the phone down.

- Stay.
- [sighs]

I have work in the morning.

[whispers]:
Okay.

See you.

[sputters]

Damn.

God, what was I thinking?

What, did I order
the wrong beers?

No, about the ultimatum.

"Marry me now or..." or what?

You know, I, I knew that's what
I was doing deep down.

Why do you think
you pushed it like that?

I just want some certainty,
some stability in my life.

A plan.

A-a, a promise
that I'm not wasting my time.

Listen, bro,
love doesn't work like that.

Sometimes you got
to let it breathe,

or you'll run
that special someone off

- if she's not ready,
- Well, why isn't Ashley ready?

There's something
holding her back.

Like what?

I don't know, but I can feel it.

And she's not being honest
about what it is.

Or who.

NAOMI:
Okay, here we go.

Salt.

Lick your hand.

Shot.

Lime.

- [grunts]
- Ooh.

Better?

No.

Ooh, but I am feeling
a bit of a buzz.

[sighs] Three more of these,
and maybe we can just forget

this whole disaster
of a night ever happened.

I'm game if you are.

My God, Naomi,

I'm such a mess.

- I came at you
like such a crazy person. - It's okay.

No, it's not.
I ruined your meeting.

Showing up here,
getting in your face,

acting like nothing
could be more important

than what I was dealing with
in that moment?

I never said any of that.

Yeah, but you were thinking it.

You're giving me that
"Ashley's being extra" face.

- Don't lie.
- Fine. Fine.

Then we both have something
to apologize for.

Truth is, I had my doubts
about Derek's timing, too.

You did?

Yeah, but he was gonna do it
with or without my help.

But maybe I could have done
more to have him stall

a little longer.

You should have seen his face.

Oh, God, he was so destroyed.

It was like I took
his hopes and dreams

and I just set 'em all on fire.

Derek is tough, okay?

He'll manage.

But can I ask you something?

You might as well.
It's the perfect time,

seeing as that
tequila's basically

a truth serum in a shot glass.

I've known you forever, Ash,

and I could tell
you weren't ready,

but what I can't
figure out is why.

You are chewing on this
like I asked you

to solve world hunger.

It's a simple question.

How many women
are in your contacts?

Your reputation as a ladies' man
precedes you, you know.

- Oh, does it now?
- Come on.

A guy like you, you're
like catnip in those apps.

Successful, charming.

That smile, you probably get
whatever you want.

Okay, if I was as popular
as you say I am,

that means I would have
a lot of messages to respond to.

- Maybe.
- Do you really think I have time to do all that?

If you have someone
doing the heavy lifting.

You serious?

I have an influencer
for a daughter.

I've read all about it.

A professional flirt,
if you will.

Social media manager
handling the Hinge,

Bumble, Raya, keeping
all those plates spinning.

[laughs softly] Okay,
this is getting interesting.

So you really
thought this through.

Think about it.

They handle all the boring
back-and-forth.

You just show up for the date
and focus on the fun part.

Mondays in Miami,
weekends in Los Angeles.

It's like
a frequent flyer program,

and you have a roster
in every time zone.

Even if that were true,

it would take quite a while.

Ever since we started this--
whatever this is--

Dani, I haven't been fixated
on any other woman but you.

Not even an Instagram fling?

Not even the DMs.

I wouldn't do you like Bill.

You believe me, right?

- I think I can get there, maybe.
- Yeah?

Okay, well, that's as close
to a yes as I'm gonna get.

So, how about we stop hiding

and we...

share our happiness
with the world?

- Yeah.
- H-How does that sound?

- Maybe it's time.
- Yeah.

Maybe so.

[footfalls approach, door opens]

CHELSEA:
Mom, you won't believe what I just...

Oh.

My bad for interrupting.

Actually,
Andre was just leaving.

Yeah, um, I've actually got
an early call with my agent,

so thank you
for the business tip.

Anytime.

- Hey, Chelsea.
- Mm-hmm.

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- Okay, about me and Andre...

Mom, I think I'm in love.

[sighs]

You look like you need a hug.

Good seeing you, too,
sweetheart.

Hey.

How was dinner with Vernon?

He had a lot to say, as usual.

Well, I should
probably head out.

This human sexuality paper
is not gonna write itself.

Human what now?

Yeah, I had the same reaction.

Oof.

Are you okay?

You just look like
you went 12 rounds.

Just tired.

How did your interview go
with Marcel Malone?

Ah, funny you should ask.

It was, um... interesting.

I thought you were doing
a feel-good piece

on his retirement.

Well, you know me,
I can't help but dig,

and I found some things
about our illustrious detective

that didn't exactly end up
in his highlight reel.

Like what?

Uh, it seems like he was
involved with some shady things.

Did you ever hear anything
about that?

MAN:
Let's see what color's your money.

MARCEL:
Get him the hell out of here.

SMITTY:
Martin.

Martin.

You look like
you could use this.

Okay, so who's gonna fill me in?

Exactly what did I walk in on?

All right, I'll confess.

Your wife was putting
the screws to me.

DOUG:
Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

She's demanding a fee
for the laundering.





and I have to forgive your debt.

I got to hand it to her,
your wife can be very persuasive

when she wants to be.

You mind excusing us?

Me?

Well, you don't see me
talking to anyone else.

I need a minute alone
with my wife.

You're kicking me
out of my own casino?

Just the back room.

The rest of this dump
is all you.

- Joey, he didn't...
- Not now.

The men are talking.

You should know,
I've put people in the hospital

for less disrespect than that.

Well, I have lost
more money in this room

to buy it three times over.

I think that earns me at least

five minutes alone with my wife,

if that's okay with you.

Well, far be it from me to come
between a man and his wife.

Mi casa es su casa.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you know
what he could do to us?

Oh, now there's suddenly an us?

Despite how dangerous
Armstrong is,

that doesn't stop you from
wanting to hang out with him.

What is your problem?

I don't know.

Maybe my wife getting in bed
with a criminal?

Making backroom deals
with the devil himself?

You made this mess, Doug.

I'm just trying to clean it up.

ASHLEY:
Derek and I, we just...

We just need more time.

Ashley, you and Derek
have been dating

longer than some marriages last.

And we thought all that dating
was gonna prepare us

for moving in together,
but it was a disaster.

I mean, uh, Derek thought
leaving his dirty dishes

in the sink overnight
was just fine.

He turned my place
into a bachelor pad.

I-I'm just...

- [groans]
- Worried about rushing things?

How did you know?

[laughs]:
Because you just told me.

Okay, no more tequila for you.

Okay.

Do you remember when Jacob and I
went through the same thing?

Our newlywed growing pains?

You were there with wine
and rocky road

when I thought
we wouldn't make it.

- But that's different.
- How?

Well, 'cause you and Jacob
are meant to be together.

And you and Derek aren't?

- [sighs]
- Okay, help me understand something,

because from where I'm sitting,

these are sounding like excuses
and not reasons.

I don't know
what you want me to say.

I want you to be honest with me.

Is there someone else?

So, what do you think
Ashley isn't telling you?

Hey, what's going on, fellas?

I did not expect
to see you here tonight.

Funny how the universe works.

What brings you by?

I've been craving oxtails
all day,

and nobody does it
like Orphey Gene's.

Listen, man, I heard
about what happened,

and I'm-I'm sorry.

Sorry about what, exactly?

Ashley told me
about the proposal

and how things
kind of went sideways.

Of course she did.

Seems like Ashley tells you
a lot these days.

Hold up.

You're in love?

Like head over heels,
butterflies in the stomach,

like that Ella Mai-SZA-Beyoncé
medley of love.

That serious, huh?

The kind where you can't
scroll through Instagram

without seeing something corny
that makes you think about them.

You didn't go back to that whole
Allison situation, did you?

Oh, God, no,
Allison is in the rearview.

Good. So, someone new?

Well, I can't wait to meet her.

I know we've talked
about it before,

but are you sure you're okay
with me being so fluid?

Let me remind you, Chelsea,
that I spent my misguided youth

in an industry where everyone
sees and does everything.

I know, but isn't it different
with your own kid?

Maybe for some mothers.
But this one?

[scoffs]
Love is love, period.

I learned that
from your Aunt Nicole.

Are you telling me that Auntie
played for both teams, too?

[laughs]:
Oh, goodness, no.

I am referring
to Martin coming out.

Nicole showed so much grace.

She just wanted to see
her baby happy

and she was touched
that he was open with her.

It didn't hurt that Smitty
treated her son like gold.

Those two are made
for each other.

Talk to me.

Those dreams I've been having?

We thought those were
gradually going away.

They're not.

What does this have to do
with Marcel Malone?

MARCEL:
Get him the hell out of here.

I don't understand.

We're talking
about Detective Malone,

and now you're bringing up
your dreams?

They're not just dreams anymore.

They're coming to me
while I'm awake.

Like walking nightmares.

Babe.

Come here.

That sounds terrifying.

It is.

In these hallucinations,
what do you see?

Nothing specific.

Just bright lights and voices
that I can't make out.

So you're hearing
things now, too?

It's all a bunch of jumble.

It's probably just
brought on by stress.

- I'll take something
to help me sleep. - No. No.

No.

You are not going
to minimize this again.

There is something
you're not telling me,

and I want to know
what it is right now.

Look at me.

I'm your husband and I love you.

If you know what these dreams
mean, you need to tell me.

I haven't even told my husband.

What if I get caught up in this
and something happens to me?

Smitty and I have teenagers.

This is how we protect them.

Everyone you love.

Silence.

I don't know what they mean.

I wish I did.

You have been having these
dreams for a while now, Martin,

and they've progressively
gotten worse.

And now they're
full-blown hallucinations?

How much longer
do you have to spiral

before you get some real help?

I can handle this.

Do not give me
that strong man BS.

Not with me
and not in our house.

I've seen you wake up

from a cold sweat,
hyperventilating.

I held you while you shook.

Well, what do you suggest I do?

I want you to get help.

Real help.

I saw my mom earlier.

From someone
other than your mother.

Okay. I'll do it.

As soon as things
clear up at work.

Make time.

Because if you don't,
I swear to God,

I will find a shrink and I will
drag you there myself.

Martin and Smitty
are such great role models.

They are relationship goals,

- but I'm not a carbon copy
of them. - Right.

I'm still figuring
all this out, anyway.

Labels are very
old-school anyway.

All I know is,
I've never felt this way

with anyone.

Any guy, any girl.
[stammers]

It feels like
I've been underwater

and I've finally
come up for air.

What's so special
about this woman?

[scoffs]
Only everything.

The way she talks
about her patients,

how passionate she is
about work,

uh, the way that she gets
a little crease right here

in between her eyebrows
when she's concentrating.

That's beautiful, baby,
but you haven't dropped a name.

It's Madison.

Your father's doctor. I knew it.

- What? How?
- Oh, at least I suspected.

I could tell that there
was something going on

in that hospital room
the other day,

but I didn't know it was because
you and Madison were dating.

Well, we weren't.
At least not back then.

I had just met her
the day before.

Mm, that's still
rather quick, honey.

I know it's quick,
but it's real, Mom.

Of course I'm happy for you.

But that last relationship
left some scars,

and sometimes when we're hurt,
we rush into things

and it only makes matters worse.

It's not like Ashley
came running to tell me.

I heard it from Naomi,
and I thought you guys

were gonna be at the Uptown
popping champagne bottles.

- So you came to celebrate 'em?
- Damn right.

I wanted you both to know
how much I was happy for you.

If it means anything,
Ashley was torn up about it.

The girl really loves you,
man, for real.

Then why'd she turn me down?

Yeah.

I'm-a head out.

ANDRE:
Come on.

Damn, man.
I really feel bad for him.

Do you?

[scoffs]

What are you saying, Naomi?

You think I could really cheat?

Of course I don't.

But sometimes our heart pulls us
to places we don't expect.

- Well, not in this case.
- I'm just asking

if, maybe even theoretically,

there might be somebody
that you have feelings for.

Somebody that is
making you hesitant

about spending the rest
of your life with Derek.

- Nobody comes to mind.
- Ashley,

all the secrets we've kept,
all the tears we have shared,

you know if you tell me
anything, it stays between us.

You've got some nerve
accusing me

of going behind your back
when all this time

you've been lying straight
to my face.

- Vanessa...
- "Late-night surgery" my a*s.

You've been in this room
night after night

bleeding money
to Joey Armstrong.

I thought I could handle it.

I thought
I could win back the money

without you
ever having to find out.

Well, that's not what happened,
was it?

Everything makes sense now.

Why you were pushing yourself
to work so hard,

how you got injured.

Hell, even Shanice
tried to warn me.

I can't deny it.

I've got a problem.

Well, now it's my problem, too.

And I'll be damned if I let Joey
have his way with me.

You sure you haven't already?

Mind if I rejoin
the happy couple in my casino?

Man, your timing
is something else.

We were just talking about
your little arrangement.

Oh, so we're all
on the same page?

Well, I don't know about that.

What kind of husband would I be

if I allowed you to have
your jollies at our expense?



And we're splitting it
down the middle.

I think that's more appropriate
for a marriage,

since we're
all sharing these days.

I think that's fair.

Well, whatever works
for the family.

Bet.

So, what are
the specifics exactly?

How are we gonna make this work?

Are you sure you have time
for that, Doc?

What with all those surgeries
you always have scheduled?

Oh, I'll make time.

With everything that I know?

You want to keep me real close.

Look, Naomi,
I love Derek and only Derek.

[sighs]
Derek.

There's nobody else.

If you say so.

Why wouldn't
I feel bad for Derek?

He's good people.

No reason.

You are going to love Madison
once you get to know her.

At the rate you're moving,

I'm sure I won't have
to wait very long.

- Very funny.
- No, seriously,

you should bring her over
for dinner.

The whole family can meet her.

And then you can bring
your new boyfriend.