01x132 - Episode 132

[bunniefuu]

Oh. When did you get home?

I've been here for a while.
You want a drink?

Sure.

What I'd really like
to know is how it went?

How what went?

Your conversation with Dani.

Oh, yeah, that.

I'm sorry.

I forgot. Been slammed all day.

Oh, so you weren't able
to talk to her.

I didn't say that.

What I meant was
I forgot to tell you

how our conversation went.

Stop messing with me
and tell me how it went.

Well, you know,
Dani and I... talked,

you know?

Do you have something
to tell me or not, Bill?

Yes, yes, babe,
as a matter of fact, I do.

You, um...

You're even more beautiful
than the day we got married.

Stop it.

You're so silly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You gotta make a toast.

I'm running out.

Come on, one more,

and we'll make it a good one.

Okay, I got it.

I will toast
to Nurse Perfect Ashley

and her engagement
to the firefighter,

and you will toast to Bill
and his idiotic marriage

to that ridiculously infantile--

Do I need to say
that little twit's name?

No, no. No need.

Little twit was enough giveaway.

-Eh. Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Mm.
-Mm.

-Mm, mm, mm.
-Ah...

Mm.

How long have we been here?

Are we done yet? Let's...

-Baby...
-Yeah,

-I'm just getting started.
-...I'm just getting started.

Eh-eh-eh.

Ah.

How would you like
to see something

that will take your breath away?

Here, in public?

Aren't there laws against that?

As if rules matter to us.

Mm. Show me.

[gasps]

For deposit
to our usual account.

Why is this all so easy,

and why did I take
so long to get involved?

The... money laundering
or the other?

Oh, never mind.
I know the answer.

You love the risk,
but it scares you a little.

You could be right.

I had a close call
with my accountant.

Did he see something?

He noticed a discrepancy

with a particularly
large deposit.

And?

I stuck to the story.

Simple and consistent,
the key to our success.

At one point, I realized
he was actually buying it,

that I was getting
away with a cover and...

it was almost as good as sex.

Now, I know, I know.
There's a lot more

to this business than I realize.

You're protecting me

by keeping me out
of certain elements.

It's not all
fun and games, yada yada.

Oh, God,
I don't sound like that, do I?

Not all the time.

Just when you're not
giving me enough credit.

Come on, admit it.

I make a pretty good criminal.

Best bad girl I know.

I hope you have
a real good reason

for meeting me like this.

Because you know,
better than anybody,

I need to stay
under Joey's radar.

Remember when I told you
that Vanessa

was done with Joey

and that I was willing
to let the money

from the laundering
keep coming in

so he can bankroll
our second honeymoon?

Sounds like you got that wrong.

Joey's the one
that's got it wrong.

And this ends now.

Don't tell me you're thinking
of going after him again.

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't.

Because, Doug...

...you like breathing.

Is this supposed to be, like,
a trust exercise?

Maybe.

Do you trust me?

Maybe. It depends on what I see

when you take
this blindfold off me.

Can I get a hint or...

We are in a room.

Well, I already
figured that out.

Just where is this room?

In a building.

If I could see, I would
hit you so hard right now.

Yikes. Not the reaction
I was looking for,

but here's hoping I can change
that negative attitude.

What do you do
when you get in a fight?

Uh, promise
to never fight again?

Endearing, but not realistic.

You find ways
to put it behind you

and remind each other why you're
together in the first place.

Mm, and that involves
having to put me in a blindfold?

Not anymore.

You don't like it?
I just thought

a romantic night out would
be good for the both of us.

It's exactly what I needed.

Although, technically,
this is a night in,

not out.

But I love it.

I especially love that you went
to all this trouble for me.

I would do just about anything

to put a smile
on that beautiful face.

I hope your little talk
made it so I don't

have to think about Dani at all.

Well, maybe
I made it clear to her that,

you know, while we were able
to overcome our grievances

and come together
and support each other while

Chelsea was at risk,
for which I am very grateful,

our lives are separate.

Except for when it
comes to the girls.

Listen.

The only woman that I have

that kind of intimate
connection with is you, okay?

Dani probably knows
that I sent you

to give her that message.

Okay. So what if she does?

The words came out of my mouth.

I meant every
single one of them, okay?

Trust me, Dani gets it.

So Bill's acting like this
big old ventriloquist dummy.

I mean, the words are
coming out of his mouth,

but they're clearly
from Fayley's tiny brain.

Ah. I'm sorry that she got him

to cancel that dinner between
you and Chelsea and Naomi.

I mean, how
could you be so selfish

to deprive our family
of a much-needed celebration

because she's insecure?
Which, she should be.

Oh, so you're admitting
that Hayley

should be
worried about you and Bill?

I am admitting no such thing.
Whose side are you on?

Yours.

-You're safer.
-Good choice.

And look, even though
you may not be able to keep

the reconnection that you found
the last few days,

you still have
the bond of being parents,

and that's not gonna change.

Not if Hayley has
anything to do about it.

I have seen her
come between Bill

and his daughters before,
and I'll tell you what.

It's not happening again.

My point is,
is that your children are

always gonna tie you
and Bill together.

And that's something
that I will never have.

Not yet, you mean.

Not ever.

Every woman I've ever been with,

when it was over, it was over.

And I don't see that changing.

You never thought
about having kids?

You never thought about
what you might miss?

Nope. Not even remotely.

I know you, Andre Richardson.

I know how much you love
having that elevator baby

with both your names.

Yeah, but me dwelling on that
is as pointless

as you dwelling on
Bill the Fixer.

-Which I am not doing.
-Right.

Exactly, because you and me,

we are living in the moment.

That's right.
Love the one you're with.

And then love somebody else.

I realize now what I really need
is something quick and certain.

And it's been in front of
me this whole time.

I got a feeling
this idea is gonna be

just as bad as the last one.

Joey blackmailed Vanessa
into money laundering.

Joey just took advantage of
a situation you created, Doug.

Don't hate the player, man.

But the money laundering
is the key to bringing him down.

If I can prove that to the cops,
then poof, he goes away.

And poof,
takes your wife down with him.

Well, is that
what you want, Doug?

Where's the hubby tonight?

Did you have
to give him some lame excuse

in order to meet up
with your partner in crime,

among other good things?

Pro tip. If you want
the woman you're with

to give you
her undivided attention,

don't bring up her husband.

Well, I just want
to make sure that this twosome

stays that way.

He's not going to come
waltzing in here, is he?

[scoffs]
Why would you think that?

Maybe he's put
a tracking device on you.

You're the one
who put the device on him.

Thank goodness there's no need
to worry about that anymore.

You're right.

The tracking device
has served its purpose.

So, are we done
talking about Doug?

Because I would love to move
on to a more engaging topic.

Mm, is that professional
or personal?

-Dealer's choice.
-Great,

because the house always wins.

Actually,

there's something I've been
meaning to ask you for a while.

Well, it's not like you
to hold back.

Maybe it's because
I already know the answer.

Why don't you try me and see?

Will you move in with me?

No.

You didn't even
think about your answer.

Hope I didn't
hurt your feelings.

I'll survive.

Maybe.

You're cute when you pout.

Mm.

It's not pouting,
it's confusion.

What we have going on,

it's nothing like your marriage.

What I have with Doug
is a life together.

He's the father of my children.

We were each other's first.

We've been together
since forever.

Still haven't heard the L-word.

Because that's never
been in question. I love Doug.

What we have isn't
what we used to have,

but it's still love.

The way you love me?

Never said I did.

Hmm.

All I know is...

...what we have

gets me up in the morning
and keeps me going all day

until I see you again.

And given how you came back

after you basically dumped me,

I'd say you feel the same.

So?

So, there's two kinds of love.

The soft, romantic,

"Who wants to be
the soft spoon tonight?" kind,

and the "I just can't
scratch that itch" kind.

So, tell me,

given what we have,

why do you keep me
at arm's length

and stay with that guy?

I would never hurt Vanessa.

I love her.

And she loves me.

You're not
in our bedroom, Randy.

You don't know what goes on
between the two of us.

Armstrong is the one
I want to hurt here.

Then you, my friend,

are far more forgiving
than I am.

If I knew my wife was
stepping out behind my back...

And with a shady-a*s dude
like Joey Armstrong?

I guess...

some guys can just handle
being cucks better than others.

What, you think you're
a bigger man than me, Randy?

Really?

What, you...
you want to take this outside?

[scoffs]
Come on, man, quit playing.

You're lucky we're friends.

Remember that, yeah?

I've been knowing you
since way before Vanessa came

swinging those community hips
into your life, man.

Vanessa is...

Let's just say
I'm used to her...

habits.

We have an understanding
that works for us.

But this thing with Joey?

This...

man, this is different.

It's not her. It's him.

He's the one
that's making it personal,

so clearly, he's the one

that needs to be
taken out of the picture.

If you throw Joey under
the bus for money laundering,

how do you make it
so Vanessa walks away clean?

I was hoping maybe you could
help me figure that out.

Maybe... give me a suggestion.

I told you, I am done

with the
"bringing down Joey" business.

I just wish I could talk you
out of it, too.

You have fulfilled
your duty as a friend.

But I'm doing this with
or without you.

Okay.

So, how do you think

this plays out in your favor?

Guess I just have to...

pull out the big g*ns.

Nice.

I remember you said
you liked this song.

My favorite.

Mm, and it's a good year.
You don't take chances.

Not with you, I don't.

You sound like
I'm high maintenance.

Let's just say your family
has certain standards.

But I'm a man
who loves a challenge.

Oh, so I'm a challenge now?

In the very best of ways.

You know, I couldn't
take my eyes off of you

that first night.

I love hearing this story.

Well, here's the part
I always leave out.

I was scared to death
to say hello to you.

That is not true.

It is. But, somehow,

I mustered up the courage

to approach the most
fascinating woman in the room--

fully expecting
to get shot down, by the way.

But you left me no other choice.

You took my breath away.

Then here's to taking a chance.

Because I'm so glad you did.

Sit, relax, then.

Let me do all the work.

And if there's anything
not to madame's liking...

[laughs]
Well, you know I'll tell you.

Like right now.
Where's the food?

I asked them to wait
until I called.

I didn't want it to get cold.
You hungry?

Not quite yet.
I am enjoying this.

That's what I like to hear.

And I don't want to talk about
anything you'd prefer not to,

but I hope that Chelsea's okay?

Much better now.

We went over
to the Grands' house

and she's starting to be
interested in things again,

like our purse launch.

So it feels like she's
getting back to herself.

I love that, and it sounds like
spending time with you

is exactly what Chelsea needs.

Well, more like spending time
with our grandmother.

Gran has a way with people.

She makes you think
about things differently

after talking to her.

She even encouraged us to do

a second launch,

but this time on Live
so that it's safe and secure

and we can connect with
our followers organically.

Chelsea and Kat here
with some exciting news.

Drumroll, please.

Catch us on Live
on Tuesday, September 29,

for the first official launch
of ChelseaKat.

That's amazing, Kat. Congrats.

And it sounds like you
and Miss Anita have

a lot in common.

That would be high praise
if it were true.

If only...

Nev-Never mind.

No. What?

Chelsea is a rock star.

Always has been.

She's the most
confident person I know.

But what Allison did to her

shook her faith in herself,
and it kills me.

But the good thing is

she has a whole lot
of Aunt Dani in her,

and with a father
like Uncle Bill,

I know she's strong enough
to handle anything.

Chelsea just needs to find
her own way back to normal,

whatever that may be.

I need you to be my tutor.

In what?

In the thing you do best.

Be Mr. Player,

Mr. "Woman in every hot
spot around the world."

Although, now that
I think about it,

you have been kind of
rooted to one town

for a couple of months,
so maybe you're not

-the teacher that I need.
-Ha, ha, ha.

Who should I ask instead?

That's not my fault.

I was lured in
to staying longer.

And that still doesn't
answer my question

about your point
about needing tutoring.

What...

I used to be like you.

Living for the moment.

Yeah, that's probably
why we click so well.

Game recognize game.

Well, I need you to teach me
to get back to that.

Hmm. Okay.

So, how Dani got her game back.

-Mm.
-That's easy.

Professor Andre's
rule number one: Don't care.

About what?

About anything.

That's how you get free
and you stay that way.

You're free to decide,
just because you feel like it,

to fuel up the jet
and take off to who knows where.

Knowing that when you get there,
you can stay or you can go

because you don't have
anyone to answer to.

No one's saying, "That's crazy,

do something that makes sense."

[scoffs]

Because you only answer to you.

Okay, Professor Andre...

...where are we going?

Okay, so did Dani say that...

No, forget it.

Forget the whole subject.

You did exactly
what I asked you to do,

and instead of nagging you
for the gory details,

I should say thank you, so...

thank you, baby.

You're welcome.

All right, let's make a deal.

You get a pass for the tiny
amount of nagging that you do

if I get a pass for paying you
so little attention.

I mean,
you actually tried to use

Tomas to make me jealous.

[groans] Don't remind me.

Oh, no, I will remind you
every day and twice on Sundays.

So...

-you forgive me...
-Mm-hmm.

...and if I forgive you,

you know what that means.

Make-up sex.

-Mm.
-[doorbell app chimes]

If that is Dani,
I really will k*ll her, Bill.

It's not Dani.

What?

[door opens]

I am sorry
to interrupt your evening.

Well, I trust
you have a good reason.

A minute, Bill?
If that's not too much trouble.

So long as we keep it brief.

Hayley and I have a, um,

prior engagement.

Well, I will leave you to it,

and go get... ready.

Okay.

So, what brings you
to my home at this hour?

When the conversation
is about my husband,

it makes me lose interest
in all other activities.

If I didn't know better,

I'd think Doug's
the one you've got a thing for.

Luckily, you do know better.

Intimately.

I thought I did, but...

there is a lot of fabulousness

going on over here right now,

and it's being totally ignored

because you're determined
to grill me

about my feelings
for another man, so...

maybe I should go and find

some other use to put it to.

Indulge me.

[chuckles]

Okay

I've got it.

Of course you do.

That was never in doubt.

You've been around the block
long enough to know

that life, and definitely love,
is not that simple.

You don't take up
with someone in high school,

make a life together,

and then turn a relationship off
like it's a faucet.

Life with Doug
these days is comfortable.

Oof.

You make your marriage
sound like an old shoe

when I happen to know that you
love the latest designer model.

Because you've only seen
that side of me.

Doug knows every side.

We know each other.

And I know what to expect

and what not to expect,
like sex.

I discovered early on

that I needed it
a lot more than Doug did.

I'm not ashamed of that.

And you shouldn't be.
Your appetite

is one of your
most appealing qualities.

I was probably one of your
escort service's best clients,

but I never felt
the slightest temptation

to leave Doug.

I'd pay for services rendered,

have an incredible time,

and then go home and
crawl in bed with my husband.

It surprises you
to know we still

sleep in the same bed?
Emphasis on "sleep."

Like I said,

Doug and I
are comfortable together.

There's the simple answer
to all your questions.

Here's mine.

Can you live with that or not?

It's a simple operation,
all told.

Armstrong funnels
his ill*gal profits to my wife,

she mixes them in
with her real estate business,

and it comes out nice and clean.

Vanessa gets a cut, and so do I.

So we're talking
money laundering,

which is a class B felony.

This is why I need you
to help me put an end to it.

Put Armstrong behind bars
where he belongs.

But... keep Vanessa clear.

That's a tall order.

That's why I came to the best.

Look, let's not waste time
shining each other on, Doug.

Clearly, you've known
about this for a while,

and you're
benefiting financially

from this arrangement,
so why do you want to stop now?

I just do.

Okay, listen, Doug...

I can't help you
unless I have all the details,

so let me venture to guess.

The relationship
between Vanessa and Armstrong

isn't strictly business,
and that worries you.

Business or personal,

anyone who hangs out
with a guy like this

or get close to a guy like this
is putting their life at risk.

Well, Vanessa
didn't come here with you.

Does she know about
this little plan of yours?

I made a mess of her life

in more ways
than you can imagine.

I've been trying to make it up
to her by keeping her clear.

Okay, well,
do you have any evidence

tying her to any of this?

Or more specifically, anything
that we can use to cut a deal?

She has two sets of books,
one for the government.

Everything you need is in there.

I mean, there's enough in there
to put Armstrong away

for a very long time.

Okay.

All right,
well, law enforcement,

they do love cold, hard facts,
so that should help.

I tried to get
a friend to come forward

and testify that Armstrong
tried to hire him

to commit m*rder,
but he was afraid to.

Well, I'm not surprised.

So, Armstrong tried, you said.

So your friend
didn't actually do it?

Yeah, we think Joey
had someone else

take care
of his problem for him.

Police ruled it an accident.

Well, you got yourself in
a hell of a situation, Doug.

You don't think I know this?

Bill, I have racked my brain.

This is the only solution
I can come up with.

Come on, you and I,
we've known each other

for a long time.

Can you help out a friend?

And fix this for me
while keeping Vanessa protected?

-Hey, what about the--
-Shh.

Hey, we were talking about

-going--
-[stammers]

I'm thinking.

About what?

About what to name this drink.

It needs a name.

Okay. Um...

Ah. How about the Unholy Mess?

You rattled off
so many ingredients

to that bartender over there

that it would be a miracle
if you even had

half of the stuff in that drink.

I got it. The Bill.

I refuse to ask.

Because it is irresistible,
yet repellent.

It is intoxicating,
but definitely bad for me.

Mm.

And it has a mean aftertaste.

All right, your turn.

Make a drink,
call it the Ashley.

-No.
-Come on, come on, come on.

What would it have in it?

All I know is that
it would be sweet.

It'll warm you from the inside

in an unexpected way.

You know what? No.

No more heartache,
talking about troubles, okay?

Let's just... let's just drink.

Ooh, I remember when you were

all high and mighty
about my drinking.

Look at you now.

Let's just get back
to what we were talking about

before you ordered
that mess of a drink.

-What were we talking about?
-Tongue twisters.

She sells seashells,
she sells, she...

No, no, no. You were asking me
where we were going.

We didn't close this bar yet.

We have plenty of time
to think about where to go next.

What? No, no,
I was talking about out of town.

You can't expect me
to make that kind of decision.

We need a couple more drinks
so that we can "clink thearly."

One more Bill

and I surely will not want to be

in the same town as him anymore.

I do like this music.
Is that the surprise?

Open your eyes.

Oh. We already had dessert.

You once gave me
an entire meal as a present.

Think of it like that,
on a much smaller scale.

Uh, I'm afraid to open it.

I think
you'll like what it says.

"Just ask."

Um, what's it mean?

Anything you want, Kat.
Just ask.

Oh.

Um...

dance with me?

["I Wanna See You"
by Lester Duval, Alex Crawford
& Angie Holmes playing]

I want every bit

Don't want to ask for it

Lay back a bit

I will tell you
how you're gonna give me it

Pretty imperfect
thing for me

I want all the edges
on mine

Give me all of you,
I'll give you me

I like my color
outside the lines

Come out, come out,
I want to see you

I... I want to see you

Come out, come out,
I just want to see you

Come out, come out,
I want to see you

I...

-Bad news.
-[laughing]: Bill and Ashley

ran off together.

No, no.
Don't even play like that.

-Here.
-What is this?

It's water.

Apparently,
we've been overserved.

They cut us off.

Who the hell does
that bartender think he is?

My family founded this club.

Well, hey, rules are rules.

I think they're just afraid
that we're gonna make a scene.

Of course, I'm gonna make
a scene. I'm Dani Dupree.

The rules don't apply to me.

What do you think

made me attracted to you
in the first place?

You know what attracted me
to you in the first place?

I'm all ears.

No, no, they're actually
really little.

They're cute.
No, what attracted me to you

in the first place was...

I forget.

[both laugh]

-How about everything?
-Everything?

Oh, I like the sound of that.

Because it also happens
to be true.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We don't have to go home,

but we gotta get
out of here, Dani.

Uh, why don't we pick a place?

-For our trip?
-Yeah.

Yes, our wild, madcap,

throw caution to the wind trip.

That's the one. That's the one.

So, since we already know
exactly what we like

about each other now,
I was thinking

that we go someplace
that fits that vibe.

Sounds like you already
have a place in mind.

I just might.

Everything okay with Doug?

Yeah, he just needed
a little advice.

But, baby, listen,
I need a rain check, okay?

On make-up sex?

Yes, I swear to you,
I will make up for it,

but I gotta run an errand
before I go have dinner

with Naomi and Chelsea.

-It can't wait?
-No, baby, it definitely

can't wait, okay?

[sighs]

How do I feel about
what you just told me

about your feelings for Doug?

Well, I think you know me
well enough to know

that I'm a survivor.

I can take anything
you dish out.

But, in the interest
of full disclosure--

Are you about
to confess something now?

Ah. I have an allergy
to that word.

But I did take the liberty
of checking your account

with my escort service.

So much for all those
assurances on the site

that my information was private.

Ownership has its privileges.

But I noticed
that your account went inactive

right about
the time we connected.

Maybe that's
because I was worried about

you knowing even more
about my personal life.

I think it's another reason.

Maybe,

in the end...

...I really am
a "one man" kind of girl.

Hey.

Talk to me.

About what?

What just happened.

Or, more accurately,
didn't happen.

Uh, how about we don't
and say we did?

I know you don't like
to talk about these things,

but I... we can't just...

-I can't just--
-What?

It's not fun for me
if it's not fun for you.

So sorry I ruined your fun.

I guess it would be nice

if I measured up to
the more experienced women

you've slept with.

But you can't always
get what you want.

Please don't be defensive.

You're taking things
the wrong way.

Because, of course,
it's my fault.

Look, clearly we have
a problem here, a disconnect,

so let's talk about it
so we can fix what's wrong.

Why waste time talking?

I can just take
my problematic a*s home.

Why do you have to be like that?

-If something's broken--
-Oh, so I'm broken?

How are we supposed
to get through this

if we can't talk
about it honestly?

Clearly, there's an issue here.

You mean I'm the issue.

News flash, maybe it's not me.

Maybe you're the one
who's not that great in bed.

[sniffles]

I'm calling a car.

Suit yourself.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-What are you doing?
-I'm packing for

the magical trip
you planned for us.

Why does drinking always
make the words more blurry?

Okay, so you're
using your phone to pack.

How does that work?

Duh. My suitcase is at home

and I'm being responsible
and calling a rideshare.

-I can't drive like this.
-Oh...

Wait, you live
a block away from here.

Walk? In these shoes? Please.

And plus, he can drop you off

at your place
so that you can pack, too.

-Well, I got a secret to share.
-Mm?

I always keep a packed bag.

You just stay
spitting knowledge, huh?

Well, clues, please.

What am I supposed to wear
on this magical destination?

As little as possible.

Challenge accepted.

Hey, let's get out of here.
Get your purse.

-Okay, okay.
-Come on.

Oh. Easy, easy.

Hey...

Counselor.

Mr. Armstrong.

Vanessa.

Bill.

What are you doing here,
and by yourself?

I, um...

[clears throat]

...I need a word
with Mr. Armstrong.

Alone, if you don't mind.

I'm comfortable right here.

Anything you have to say to me,

you can say in front of Vanessa.

No, I can't.