01x61 - Episode 61

[bunniefuu]

It's normal for a child to want
her parents to reconcile.

How would you know,
being an orphan yourself?

Chelsea, that is unnecessary.

This is a good time
to remind your daughter

of where things stand.

Especially now
that there's going

to be a new little Hamilton
around to spoil.

There's no chance in hell

that Bill
is ever going back to Dani.

-Tell her, Bill.
-Hayley's right.

HAYLEY: Yeah, and I'm sorry
that you're upset,

but the sooner you accept that,

the easier
it'll be for all of us.

News flash, Hayley.

I'm not about making things
easier for either of you.

[Bill sighs]

Sorry if I was awful just now.

-Chalk it up to hormones.
-Nah, it's okay, baby.

You have the best reason
in the world, right?

We're starting our family now.

You know, it's a good thing

that we didn't cancel
that college fund

that you set up when I thought
I was expecting the last time.

Yeah, look at us, already
doing right by this baby.

You know,
I'll call my accountant

and have him set up
some wire transfers

first thing in the morning.

-I don't want
to talk about money, okay?
-Mm-hmm.

Let's talk about our dreams
and schools, names.

MARTIN:
Sorry to interrupt, Hayley,

but your husband and I have
some catching up to do.

All that time in Congress,

and you still haven't learned
to read a room.

Don't you see we're in
the middle of something, Martin?

I'm sure it can wait,
because what I'm here for can't.

HAYLEY:
It's okay.

I have voicemails
I need to listen to anyway.

No, no, no, babe. You stay
right here where you belong.

Congressman seems to have
forgotten who he's talking to.

Anything you need to say to me,
you can say in front of my wife.

No, Bill, not this.

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Ty?

Yes. I'm sorry.

You know, when I asked you out
on a datedate,

I was thinking
somewhere a little more...

Expensive?

Special.

Low lights, live jazz.

Someplace to remind you

why you fell in love
with me in the first place.

Trust me,

I don't need a reminder.

This place...

It's where we both admitted

that we were
messing everything up.

Where we finally
put our pride aside

and decided
we needed that reset to fix us.

True.

A bigger check at the end
of the night would not be

as meaningful to me as a place
that actually means something.

And besides,

who says dinner has
to be our last stop?

It's a little late, but, uh...

Derek.

Oh, you mean?

Well, I've never been one
to turn down a sleepover.

So long as I'm out by daybreak.

-I know you need your space.
-Oh, yeah.

Well, I need to straighten up
before my shift starts.

Neat and tidy, just the way
you like it.

Speaking of which...

[clears throat]

Chelsea, darling, your timing
could not have been better.

I literally had the phone
in my hand,

-and I was about to call you.
-Mom, I need some...

Okay,
so you know that influencer

who does the stunt videos
with celebs?

Gosh, what is his name?

He has millions of followers,
brand deals.

Everything he touches turns
to social media gold.

-Yeah, but look, Mom...
-Well, he wants to work with me.

You're not gonna believe why.

Because you're terrific,
and you know that, right?

It's nice to get
a little reinforcement.

Anyway, Pamela said

he watched the little scene

that I caused
at your father's wedding,

and he thinks
that we can do something

with the whole hashtag
shotgun wedding momentum.

Can you believe
that's still a thing?

Okay, yeah, that's nice,
but Mom, I'm really...

At first, I said,
"Absolutely not."

Dani Dupree is classy,
not clickbait."

But then I realized,

why not profit
from your father's humiliation?

Turn lemon into limoncello,
as I always say.

And what better way
to navigate that than

with my brilliant
social influencer daughter?

Mom, please.

What is it?

Oh, now you don't want to work
with me? Am I that impossible?

That is the furthest thing
from my mind right now.

I'm trying
to tell you something.

Well, what is it, Chelsea?

Well, first,
you might want to sit down.

Sorry? Sorry for what?

You came here to study.

I didn't want
to take advantage of you.

I literally kissed you.

What? Did you black out
during that part?

Maybe I was just in my head.

So you're saying
the kiss was trash?

No, of course not. I liked it.

Loved it.

Then why are you acting
like I committed some sort

of crime or something? Okay.

You're starting
to give me anxiety, for real.

Can you just say
what's actually going on?

I just don't...

-Don't what?
-[sighs]

Maybe you just feel bad for me
after all the drama

that happened at school.

Stop. You think this is
some sort of pity thing?

Like, I'm some sort
of charity kissing booth?

Girls like you don't...

No, finish that sentence.

I am dying to hear exactly
what girls like me don't do.

Ever since you slid into
Orphey Gene's, acting all nice,

it ain't been making sense.

There's got
to be another reason.

I should sit down?

Honey, people only say that
in the movies.

Why do you always have
to be so extra?

Okay, well, what kind of chair
should I be looking for?

Are we going for,
like, support or comfort?

And don't you dare even tell me
to faint on this couch.

-Mom, this is not a joke.
-Well, then, honey,

lead with something
less cliché next time.

I don't understand
what's keeping you

from just spitting out
what you have to say.

You're keeping me
from saying it.

You won't let me get a word in.

Baby, if anyone is being extra,
it's you.

You're acting like
you're gonna tell me

-you're pregnant or something.
-I am not pregnant.

Hayley is.

You're sweet, baby,

but I really do need
to check these voicemails.

And the longer I put this off,
the longer

until you hear what Congressman
Richardson came to say.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

This better be worth
disrupting my evening.

All right?
Short and sweet. Let's go.

I'm ready to go.
Not now. Private conversation.

You seem like you're in a hurry
for me to leave,

so I'll make it short.

But I damn for sure
won't make it sweet.

Ooh-hoo. You really thought

you was gonna show out
on the court today, huh?

Come on, baby. You ain't have
to expose me like that

in front of everybody.
I got a rep to maintain.

Not anymore. Remember, it's
the crossover queen now, okay?

-Oh, the crossover queen?
-You got it?

-Okay. All right.
-Put some respect on it.

-Oh, that's how you feel?
-Okay.

Hello, Hayley.

Are you here with my dad?

In fact, I am.

We're celebrating.

Hmm. Good for you.

Aren't you gonna ask why?

Let me guess.
This performance of yours is

about my little chat
with your husband.

What's the matter?
Trouble in pride paradise?

Dropping hints
that we're on the same team?

Telling him
Martin will understand?

Are you out of your damn mind?

I'm a lot of things, Martin.

I'm shrewd, calculating,
but most of all, direct.

I always say
exactly what I mean.

That's the problem.
He's a reporter, Bill.

It's in his DNA
to ask questions.

Yeah, but you handled it,
though, didn't you?

Didn't you?

I'm sure all that lying
gets easier by the day.

Do you have a death wish?

Your ambitions
are writing checks

that your position can't cash.

So you need to be careful
with those impulses.

They never end well.

I swear to God,
if you try me again...

You'll what, Congressman?

Do you honestly believe
that you're in any position

to lift a finger against me,
given what I know?

Trust me. I'm good.

Whatever it is
you're celebrating with my dad,

-you can keep it to yourself.
-Come on, Naomi.

We used
to tell each other everything.

Well, almost everything.

Besides, our friendship expired

the day you decided my dad was
a better catch than me,

-your best friend.
-That's not fair.

I've tried
to tell you several times

that I miss our friendship.

That makes one of us.

Never mind. You still hate me.

I don't even know
why I bothered.

Come on, Hayley.
You don't really expect y'all

to still be close
after everything that happened?

I don't know. I guess
I thought time heals all wounds.

And we're more than friends now.
We are family.

Ooh, please don't remind me.

You know, there's still plenty
that connects us.

Who knows?

There could be more
in the future.

I don't know if that is
optimistic or delusional.

What I do know is,

sticking around to find out
is a waste of my time.

Come on, babe.

Pregnant?

What do you know?

I guess you and Naomi
are gonna be big sisters.

Yeah, well, that wasn't
really exactly my point.

You expected
a different reaction?

Thought I'd turn
into some reality show star

and have some big meltdown,

or dive into vodka
like it's Sunday brunch?

Well, if you remember,
I did ask you to sit down.

No.

I'm sorry to disappoint,
but I intend

to take this news standing up.

Wearing Louboutins, no less.

-We can be reasonable, right?
-Well, no shade,

but I wasn't too reasonable
when I got the news.

Oh, honey,
that's not surprising.

Hayley's young,
presumably fertile.

And Bill might be too old
to change diapers,

but he's certainly rich enough
to pay someone to do it for him.

Man, is there any sadder sight

than an aging lawyer,
his trophy wife

and a designer baby?

It's like
a midlife-crisis bingo card.

Well, look,
I don't like it either,

but Dad's really not that old.

You know, you see his type
all the time around the club,

and it takes everything
not to choke.

Back-to-school night
must be a riot.

All these old men trying
to fold themselves

into those tiny chairs
without breaking a hip.

-If they show up.
-Oh, wow, Mom.

You're really doing the most
right now.

You know, it really
makes me wonder

how many of those babies were
actually fathered by those guys.

You got all these young girls
out here

with men old enough
to be their daddies?

Oh, I don't doubt that there is
some hot little spicy piece

their own age warming them up
in the bullpen.

Okay, I thought
we were talking about Hayley.

Maybe we are.

Did that thought
ever cross your mind?

That Bill's not the father?

You don't just develop
a taste for AARP overnight.

Maybe she's got a side piece.

And the moment
she missed her period,

that conniving little social
climber saw an opportunity.

Gold-digging is
as gold-digging does, baby.

Well, thank God
we're being reasonable.

That could have gotten
really messy.

ASHLEY:
That's the key to my place.

I think you should
hold on to it.

I thought
we had an understanding.

About living together
being a disaster?

Oh, we do.

I mean, everything
we need to work out,

but we're still

emergency-contact serious,
right?

-Of course.
-See?

That's worth a key.

I'll go out on a limb and say
it's probably not the best look

that I give you one
to the frat house I'm living in.

It's not so much the mess

as it is the horndogs
that I call roommates.

Well, if competition is
what you're worried about,

maybe you should step up
your game.

Oh, yeah? Like tonight
at your neat and tidy apartment?

Okay, that's the second time
you phrased it like that.

If you want
to call me a neat freak,

-go ahead, just say it.
-No.

I'm making fun of myself, Ash.

I love your standards.

I just hate that
I keep falling short of them.

Well, if you can admit to that,
I guess I can cop

to being pretty controlling
about it.

There's nothing wrong
with that, either.

Look, you invite me back
to your place,

things go the way they go,
as always.

And it's great, as always.

And I stay the night,
like almost always.

Morning comes,

we both handle our business.

End of the day, we go home.

Different addresses,
same feelings.

That worked
for us for a long time.

But shouldn't we want more?

The joint address,

the ring,

the 2.5 kids running around?

The happily-ever-after?

Happiness has different
blueprints for different people.

There's no one right way
to build it.

Everything you just said,
I want, too.

-Really?
-Ask Jacob.

I laid it all out for him,
word for word.

The house, the kids,
the whole fairy tale.

We just got
to write our own version.

I guess
if we agreed on everything,

if we were relationship goals
right from the snap of a finger,

we'd be the most
boring couple ever.

What, you mean we're not?

I'll give you this.

I've never been with a man
who could make me so happy.

While at the same time
making me want

to google
"how to hide the body."

Oh. Lucky for me,

you took the Hippocratic oath
not to do any harm.

And lucky for me,
my fingers were crossed.

Hey, look who it is.

The guy who reminded me

that I never take you out
on solo dates anymore.

Hey, don't mind us. We about
to bounce to our own table.

-Yeah.
-You're on your own, player.

All right.

Actually, guys, hold up.

Um, we have something
to tell you.

Derek, my guy,
I tried to warn you.

You told me not to mess up
the best thing in my life.

Well, we talked.

Like grown-up people.

And the verdict?

We decided...

That we love each other
too much to live together.

TYRELL:
Look at me, and look at you.

I don't have rizz.
I'm the exact opposite.

So what are you saying?

That this isn't adding up.

Okay, well, then make it
make sense to me,

because I've kissed
plenty of boys,

and none of them
came at me like this.

You're always
around the popular boys

and football jocks or whatever.

That's not what I'm about.

I thought you knew that.

You can literally pull any boy
at the school.

So why are you here with me?

Right now, I'm asking myself
the same question.

Is this a social media prank?

Really?

Did somebody set you up to this?

And now they're waiting
to sneak another picture

so I can get clowned
all over again?

Okay, you're wilding right now.

My bad for actually
catching feelings for someone

because I thought
that he was different.

But now I see
that you are just toxic,

-insecure trash.
-Jess.

Hi, Mr. Smith. Bye, Mr. Smith.

[door closes]

Son, what just happened?

Instagram, Facebook.
Where is it?

-Where is it?
-Mom, what are you doing?

What does it look like?

I'm searching
for the announcement.

There is no way that Hayley
keeps this to herself.

She's going to want the world
to know

that she secured the bag
and the baby,

that her prize husband gave her
a prize blessing to share.

-Here we go.
-Hey, mark my words.

Hayley is going
to make this a whole production.

She's probably already hired
a TV crew

to document her journey
to motherhood.

She just told Dad
when I saw her.

You're doing too much
with this announcement stuff.

Mm-mm.
You don't know her like I do.

She may have just told Bill,

but she's been planning
this little surprise for days,

making everything just perfect
for her big moment.

Unless...

Unless what?
Use your words, Mom.

Unless the entire thing
is a fake!

-Oh, my God.
-[gasps loudly]

I can't believe
I didn't think of this

the second you told me.

Little Miss Hayley marries
Mr. Moneybags,

and a few months later,

there's a trust-fund baby
on the way?

How convenient.
"Oh, goodness gracious me.

"What have we here?

Honey, I have
a little Bill inside of me."

I think
I might actually throw up.

BILL:
Let me break this down for you.

Every enemy that I have
ever had learned one truth.

You step to the throne,
you better come correct,

because there are
no second chances in my world.

Just explain to me the point

of dangling what happened
in front of Smitty like that.

Is that your way
of sending me some message?

Trust me, I know what happens

when certain stories
start circulating.

Please, I'm not going to waste
my time with simple reminders.

Look, let's just say

you have your agenda,

and I have mine.

Meaning you want something.

Eventually.

Until then,
I don't want to be forgotten.

I mean, after all, I am still
looking out for your family.

You know, who knows?
Maybe one day you'll need

my particular services again.

-Not a chance.
-Hmm.

But there's still a debt
to pay, Martin.

Look, my favors aren't free.

Now, Vernon and Anita--

they know exactly the risk
that I took

in order
to handle your situation.

Okay? Now, I may have done
some questionable things.

-Questionable?
-Yeah, compared to what you did?

Look, don't you ever forget

who cleaned up your mess
that night.

Hmm? I didn't just fix
the situation, Martin.

I fixed you.

We both said
what we needed to say.

I think we're done here.

You heard me.

Down, boy.

Ah, there's my queen.

Hey, baby.

Come. Come on, sit with me.

Martin was just leaving.

HAYLEY:
Ah, you don't have to hurry off.

Stay and have a drink with us.

No, Martin already gave me
his apologies.

He has a previous engagement.

-HAYLEY: Oh.
-Don't you?

You know, it's a shame

that he can't stick around
for your good news.

HAYLEY: Are you going to tell
the whole world in one night?

Yeah, why not?

I mean, you did
catch that earlier, didn't you?

About the blessing
we're expecting?

Isn't it wonderful? [chuckles]

-HAYLEY: Mmm.
-BILL: Mmm.

Wonderful?

Wonderful.
You truly are something else.

I give you the crown prince

of moral bankruptcy.

Ladies and gentlemen,
come on, take a look.

Hayley, let me tell you
something about your husband.

I might have done
something terrible one night,

something that still haunts me.

But this man,
this parasite in a suit,

used it
as a business opportunity.

Martin, mind your surroundings.

Oh, now you're concerned.

Now you're circumspect.
Why, Bill?

Hayley, I think your husband
is worried about his reputation.

Terrified that people will

finally see you
as the vulture you are.

What is he talking about?

Nothing, babe.

It's just
our distinguished congressman

having another one
of his episodes.

-Mm.
-Try to ignore him.

What you shouldn't ignore,
Hayley,

is the man you married,

the father of your blessing,

the great Bill Hamilton.

Not only did he leave
his long-suffering wife

for a younger model.

He insisted
that she attend their wedding

and then moved
into the same neighborhood

so he could flaunt
his side piece

in her face on a daily basis.

-You need to shut your mouth.
-This is a man

who manipulates the law
to his own end,

who profits
on other people's pain,

and who will sell his soul
just to get ahead.

You know, it's unwise
to criticize

when one's own flaws
are so transparent.

You're living in a glass house,
Congressman.

You okay, honey?

I think we should go.

Answer him, Hayley.

Are you okay? You shy?

Oh, it's okay.
I got it from here.

No. The answer is "no," Bill.

There's no way in hell
your wife is okay.

And, Hayley,
if I were you, sweetie,

I would run far and fast

because that little child
in you, before it's born

and turns into an arrogant
b*stard just like his daddy!

-Son of a b*tch!
-Bill! Wait.

Wonderful.
Congratulations, Hayley.

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Sometimes you scare me.

Sometimes I scare myself.

-To my exquisite wife.
-Hmm.

And the precious gift
she carries.

Rum? I'm upset, not tacky.

Tequila? Yes, please.

-Mom.
-What?

It's not like I'm toasting
the miracle of birth,

particularly
when there's no miracle,

and there certainly
won't be a birth.

You don't know that.

Oh, it's more likely than not.

And by the time
Bill figures it out,

he's gonna have so much egg
on his face

that Nobu will ask him to stop
competing with their menu.

Okay, can we just rewind to
when you were making some sense?

Do not tell me that you are
buying this pregnancy story.

Honey, I thought I taught you
to read people better than that.

What's the angle
in Hayley faking it?

She's probably got practice
faking a lot of things.

Oh, Mom, please.

Uh, well,

there is plenty of profit
in this performance.

But seriously,

Hayley can't fake a whole
pregnancy for nine months.

I think you're just looking
for the most toxic explanation

-because it's her.
-Nonsense!

All Hayley needs
is the perfect dramatic moment

to lose the baby and then
turn on the waterworks.

"Oh, Bill, what a tragedy.

Only your Black Card
can ease my pain."

So it's just about sympathy?

Why not?

Sympathy is currency
in Fairmont Crest.

And that is nothing to sneeze at

when everyone except
your clueless husband hates you.

So let me get this straight.

After a week or two
of playing emotional charades,

followed by a whole day
of peak miscommunication,

you two finally had a real talk?

And, what,
everything's cool now?

-Something like that, yeah.
-Yeah, that's about it.

Thank God.

-[laughter]
-And to think, last night,

I was so worried for you two.

She really was.

She had the vanilla bean
ice cream on standby.

-NAOMI: It's true. I know.
-[Ashley gasps]

It's amazing what happens

when you say what you mean
and can be honest, right?

-Mm-hmm.
-NAOMI: And now look at you two,

coming out
the other side stronger.

Stronger?
I mean, you did catch the part

where we're not actually
living together anymore.

DEREK:
We love each other,

but this isn't exactly
a Hallmark movie ending.

I'm sorry. Weren't you the one
just saying we were all good?

-DEREK: Uh...
-It sounds like

he meant that he felt ready,

but timing wasn't, right?

That about covers it.

Sometimes love needs time
to marinate.

You should have been around

when Jacob and I first
merged households.

-Oof.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you talking about?

We got along smoother
than silk sheets.

-Not a single hiccup.
-Hmm.

Oh, something tells me
that's not the case.

It's not?

Babe, at Uptown, you told them
we were the blueprint.

Okay, but they
just moved in together.

I wasn't gonna tell them
the real story.

-JACOB: Okay.
-NAOMI: Come on.

Let's just say there were...
growing pains,

and one of us was more aware
of it than the other.

-Yeah, I thought I was perfect.
-Of course you did.

Mr. "Everything has an exact
GPS location."

Oh, my God.

I was the one doing all the
adapting and compromising, babe.

Uh, don't let her
play you like that.

I'm sorry. I'm riding

with Detective Fresh and Clean
on this one.

-Thanks, Ash.
-DEREK: Although Naomi is

speaking facts
about being the one

who has
to change their whole flow

just to keep the peace, right?

[laughter]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I couldn't do it.
I couldn't do it.

Did you hear me, son?

You didn't miss anything, Dad.

She had to dip.

Hey, I'm back.

Um, where's Jessica?

You just missed her.

The girl couldn't
get out of here fast enough.

Dad, stop. It's not like that.

We did our studying,
and she has a test tomorrow.

That's why
she seemed so stressed.

Jessica didn't want your help
with it?

You should just hit her up,
tell her to come back through.

I'm sure she would love
to hear from you right now.

What is going on right now?
I am so confused.

Yo, enough with the advice.

She had to leave.

That's all.
I have studying I have to do.

Night.

Yeah, I can wait
until you get here.

All right, Kat.
See you in a bit.

NAOMI:
And it turns out

that June needed more
than just legal help, you know?

I mean, she collapsed

from pneumonia
right here at this table.

Thank God we were able
to get her

-to the hospital in time.
-Yeah.

So after all that,

her whole dramatic backstory
turned out to be...?

Ripped from
her favorite TV show.

-Wow.
-Mm-hmm.

Sometimes people create the
stories they need to survive.

And sometimes they find
their real story along the way.

Speaking of stories,

I think ours
is coming to a close?

It's getting late.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

We should go, too.

ASHLEY:
You got it?

-Yeah.
-Here, take the whip.

I got to stick around
and talk to your cousin.

Okay.
I'll see you at home then, baby.

All right.

Look, my bad
for hijacking y'all's date.

Y'all finally get some
alone time,

-and we step all over it.
-Oh, don't you worry.

Derek knows exactly how
to make up for lost time.

-Oh.
-DEREK: That I do.

You know,
you two working together

seems like it's going well.

Maybe we should try it.

DEREK:
D.C.'s next power couple?

-Sounds good to me.
-NAOMI: All right, okay.

All right, babe. I'll see you.

Are you gonna tell me what
that mess with Martin was about?

Well, the man can't
let go of ancient history.

You remember
when I helped Martin's father?

He had
the problematic girlfriend,

and the marriage he was
so desperate to hold on to.

Oh, her.
The one I still don't know

-whether to call Leslie or Dana.
-Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Well, that's old news, baby.

Now, this baby that we made,
that is the future.

And besides, we have more
important things to discuss.

Look at you,
changing the subject.

But you win.

We can talk names
on the way home.

Yeah, well,
won't be much to talk about.

"Bill Jr." already sounds
like the frontrunner.

Hmm. You seem awfully sure
that it's a boy.

Unless you really think
I'm about

to let you name our daughter
after you.

Oh, well, hey, you know,
it worked for Billie Holiday.

-Okay. No.
-[chuckles]

Don't be so naive.

Faking a pregnancy
is Con Artist 101.

They teach it
in gold-digging school.

-Oh.
-Right in between

faking a tax bracket

and finding a loophole
in a prenup.

Okay, can we just get back
to something real for a minute?

Well, I thought that's what
we were doing, but fine.

Speak your mind.

Okay, let's just pretend

that Hayley is
actually pregnant,

that Naomi and I have
a little brother or sister

that's about to drop
in nine months.

Are you gonna be able
to handle that?

I don't think
I'll have to handle anything.

Once this whole circus
falls apart.

Be real with me, Mom.

Do you actually think
that Hayley is lying?

Or is it just
that you can't face the idea

of Hayley having a baby
with Dad?

Hey.

That took a while.

[sighs] Sorry, babe.
My bad for ghosting you

at Orphey Gene's like that.

The floor vote, right?

Appropriations?

I assume it passed?

How are the kids?

Eh, they're upstairs
allegedly doing homework.

There was some drama
between Jessica and Tyrell,

but I haven't gotten
to the bottom of it yet.

Well, you're
an investigative journalist.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Careful what you ask for,
Congressman.

The vote?
The one you had to rush out for.

You know,
the one that didn't happen.

Who said it didn't happen?

Don't try me, Martin.

The majority leader called for
a recess to gather the votes.

You catch that rumor
on some political podcast?

Or on the push notification
I received on my phone

before you even left
Orphey Gene's.

You asking where I was?

You think
I couldn't figure that out?

If you wanted to check Bill
for coming at me,

why didn't you just say so?

Let me guess. Chess?

There's a new player in town,
thinks he's all that.

I'm about
to show him what's what.

I don't get it.

-What?
-Chess.

It's boring.

Don't judge. It's the only thing
that makes me feel confident.

Are you here for a reason?

If I asked you
what went down with Jessica?

I'd go back to playing my game.

Okay, then,
I'll just remind you.

You should have more confidence
in yourself.

You're better
than you think, you know.

Wish I could say
the same about you.

[clicks tongue] Idiot.

Just... [exclaims]

Love you.

Love you back.

Okay.

MARTIN:
Why don't you say it

a little louder?

I'm sure Tyrell and Samantha

would love to hear their Pops
being called a liar.

Are you really gonna pretend
you didn't go hunt down Bill?

No. No,
that's exactly what I did.

As soon as I heard
his little power play,

I couldn't help myself.

And how did you find out?

Dial it back, babe.

I don't have eyes on you.

Bill didn't pick up the phone
to fill me in.

-Then how?
-Because I know you, Martin.

I know how your mind works.

At Orphey Gene's,
you weren't just annoyed

that Bill approached me
to maybe get in line

to be one of his handy,
on-call reporters.

It was a slick argument,
by the way.

That's what Bill does.

But that isn't
what made you angry.

What made you angry
was my curiosity.

That Bill let
just enough information slip

that I had to ask you again.

And usually when I ask you,
you evade it.

But this time, you were
so angry, you confronted him.

That's a lot of trouble
to go through

when you could just
tell your husband the truth.

But I did tell you the truth.

Bill was playing a game where
he used you to push my buttons.

And he succeeded.

What's in it for him?

The satisfaction of making me
look like a fool in public.

What did you do, Martin?

I wanted to get at him.

I wanted to tell him
about himself,

and I wanted to wrap my
fingers around his neck until...

But I didn't.

I got control.

Where was he?

At the club, smug as ever.

And I told him if he wanted
to play Washington games, fine.

This city runs on favors
and backroom deals.

Everyone knows that.

But to use my husband
as leverage?

You'd what?

Bill has my number.

If he wants something,

he can man up
and come to me directly.

But to use you,
to manipulate you,

that's unacceptable.

And you were calm and collected
when you told him all this?

Nah, I wanted to get at him,

but I didn't go there.

But he did get the message.

Now, trust me, babe.

He won't make that mistake
again.

And that's all that happened?

Short and sweet.

But Bill was distracted
by bigger news.

Like what?

Hayley's pregnant.

Are you serious?

I know.

And I don't want
to be anywhere near Aunt Dani

when that b*mb drops.

You know, baby,

I have been waiting
to get you back here

ever since you told me
about our little blessing.

Mm.

Get me back here for what?

Well, let me get out
of this suit

so we can properly celebrate,

because the mother of my child
deserves a little...

special attention tonight.

Oh. Don't keep me waiting
too late...

-Daddy.
-Mm. Okay.

Mm.

Okay.

-Let's see.
-[door opens]

What the...?

How did you...?

Bill is terrible
about changing codes.

How's the happy mother-to-be?

-Happy?
-I assume

Chelsea couldn't wait
to spill the tea.

And you made a special trip
this late

just to congratulate us?

Oh, Hayley.

I came to do way more than that.

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