Good Trouble (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Clapback - full transcript

A mother lost her son!

Have you no heart,
Judge Wilson!

I want both
our families to meet.

Pick you guys
up here around 6:00?

(cell phone buzzing)

Melina:
We're planning
a disruption.

We need someone
to livestream the action.

Melina:
You can't stop filming
no matter what.

Patrisse:
We also need it
for our safety.

Lindsay got me a spot.
I'm going to do my tight‐five.

Actually, I don't
want you to come.



(exhales forcefully)

Have you ever
dated anyone

who's over, say,
a size 2?

If you just lost 30 pounds,
you could get any man you want.

So you do love Dennis?

I have something
I need to tell you.

Jennifer and I are going
to try and work things out.

We actually just signed
the divorce papers.

Evan:
This is Kendra Zahir.

Kendra is here
to oversee

daily operations.

Kendra:
We need you to step down
as team leader of your app.

I never should have
gotten involved with you.

And to see
your lying face every day.



Mariana:
No wonder he's upset.
I'm on his side.

Callie:
Mariana, you're my sister!

You're supposed
to have my back!

I decided to move in
with Jamie.

I'll get the rest
of my stuff this weekend.

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(siren wailing)

(buzzing)

‐Hello.
‐Jamie: Hey.

Are you okay?

No.

♪ Pa‐pa‐pa ♪

♪ Pa‐pa‐pa
pa‐pa ♪

♪ Pa‐pa‐pa,
pa‐pa‐pa pa‐pa ♪

♪ And then we'll find
our peace of mind ♪

♪ You and me, Bel Ami ♪

♪ Pa‐pa‐pa pa‐pa ♪

Melina: In Black Lives matter,
we fight for our people

whose lives are stolen
by police.

Woman: Yes, we do!

Jamal Thompson was
only 19 years old

when he was killed,

Patrisse: Judge Wilson,
we are here today to...

So Judge Wilson
didn't press charges

but he filed
a restraining order
against me.

Look, you're not likely
to cross paths.

If you do, you need
to leave wherever you are.

Immediately.

Patrisse:
...right side of history.

Melina:
Jamal Thompson
was only 19.

He was his mother's
only child.

And she lost
any hope at justice

because of
Judge Curtis Wilson.

Patrisse:
Judge Wilson consistently

favors police over victims.

And we are demanding
Judge Wilson

is not appointed
to Appellate Courts.

All right, you've made
your point, it's time
to head out.

They have the right
to protest.

Patrisse:
Do not allow this judge

to build his career
off of our death.

By stacking the courts
with Judges like Wilson,

not only is justice
for Jamal threatened

along with the thousands
of others killed by...

But it challenges settled law
like Roe v. Wade.

It's about the civil rights
of marginalized people

which are now in jeopardy.

I am going
to ask you once

to vacate the premises.

These women
are simply exercising

their legal right
to free speech!

You have five minutes
before we physically
remove you for trespassing.

Shame on you.

Man:
Just take them out now!

Come on. You don't want
to get arrested.

Judge Wilson is a good man.

Jamal's life mattered!

All protesters:
Jamal's life mattered!

Jamal's life mattered!

‐Let's go
‐(chanting continues)

Justine:
You gave them
five minutes!

This arrest is unjust.

They did not give you
time to disperse!

You should not be
arresting them!

Jamal's life mattered!

I got kicked off my app.
My app, my baby.

And this "fixer"
is gunning for me.

I could lose my job,
and my boss

isn't even returning
any of my texts

because, well,
I'm sort of responsible
for him getting sued.

But what does Callie do?

Moves out
and she leaves me a note.

A note.

At least she gave you
written notice.

Kelly: Personally...

‐I never thought
she fit in here.
‐Who?

Mariana:
Callie moved in with Jamie.

Did you hear
I got kicked off my app?

No. Why?

Well, I'm being singled out

for exposing
the gender pay gap.

Does that mean that
Claire's in charge now?

No. I'm still in charge.

Well, not officially.

Nice hoodie by the way.

Thanks.

I'll write a good review
about it if you pay me.

He didn't pay for it.
Elijah did.

‐So, was that‐‐
was that all he paid for?
‐Gael: Yup.

You're an asshole.

Uh, I'm a truth teller.

‐Every group needs one.
‐Okay, I'm sorry.

Does no one care
that my sister abandoned me

at the worst possible moment?

‐Not really.
‐Of course we do.

Actually, I appreciate people
who tell the truth.

‐Hey, has anyone seen Malika?
‐Davia/Mariana: Hey.

‐Mm, check her loft.
‐Haven't seen her.

Kelly:
Oh, you know what?

I think you should check
your Insta tags,

'cause I didn't know
Jeff had a wife.

Mariana: Her tags?
Are you stalking her?

Maybe.

(chuckles)

"How? Did she sit on it?"

(coughs)

Sorry. Not funny.

‐Hey.
‐Hey.

How you doing?
Hey.

‐Hey.
‐Isaac: What's up, man?

‐Ready to meet the fam?
‐Dom: Yo.

Malika's not here.
And she's not
answering her phone, so...

(thumping heartbeats)

As soon as Lindsay
found out she was happy

with someone else,
they wanted her back.

(patrons chatter, laugh)

Joey had an affair
with my girlfriend.

They broke us up.

Woman: Hello!

I just don't trust them.

Hey, um...

So, I just came out
to my parents.

(cheering)

(clears throat)

Thank you.

They were great, you know,

they gave me
a rainbow‐colored duvet.

You know, as long as
I don't cut my hair

or tell any of
the other family members,

then they're 65 percent
on board.

(laughter)

Which is cool, 'cause I'm only
like 65 percent on board

with the stuff that
they do, you know.

For example, my mom uses
hashtags in her text messages.

‐(laughter)
‐Alice: Yeah.

"See you tomorrow,"
hashtag #familyiseverything,

hashtag #chinaforlife,

hashtag #dontbelate,
hashtag #wearabra.

With... with a bitmoji...

Drinking a margarita
on a unicorn.

(indistinct)

...stuff the Peking duck
and call it a day.

...super impressive
'cause she thought

a fist bump
was a sex position.

(laughter)

I'm Alice Kwan.
Thank you.

(cheering and applause)

‐You came.
‐Yeah.

Look, I don't want
my past with Lindsay

to interfere with
my future with you.

Well said.

You just think
of that right now?

No, I...
I definitely rehearsed it.

These are for you.

‐You killed it up there.
‐Thanks.

Fantastic set.

Thanks to you.

You know Joey.

Hey, good to see you,
Lindsay.

It's nice to see you too.

You're both "thems."

Just something
in common.

(horns honking)

(cell phone beeping)

Can I come in?

What's up?

Okay, you know what?
I don't need you defending me.

I thought you got that
after my mother was here.

But I am
a proud fat bitch.

So, just stay off
my ex's ex's Instagram

and go back
to whatever emaciated

20‐year‐old
you're hiding in there.

Because I know
it isn't Jennifer, okay.

She told me that
you signed the divorce papers.

(smacks lips)

Is that all?

Yeah, Dennis,

that's all.

(door slams)

(yells)

♪ True story ♪

♪ No glory, let's go ♪

♪ Yeah, the old me
used to love a Gemini ♪

♪ Like a threesome,
messin' with him every night ♪

♪ A lotta two‐faced people
show me both sides ♪

♪ So I figured out
I gotta be my own type ♪

♪ They used to say
to get a man ♪

♪ You had to know
how to look ♪

♪ They used to say
to keep a man ♪

♪ You had to know
how to cook ♪

♪ But I'm solo in Soho ♪

♪ sippin' Soju in Malibu ♪

♪ It's a me, myself
kinda attitude ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm
my own soulmate ♪

♪ I know how to love me ♪

♪ I know I'm a queen
but I don't need no crown ♪

♪ Look up in the mirror like
"Damn, she the one"

♪ One, one, one,
one, one ♪

♪ She the one,
she the one ♪

♪ Damn, she the one,
she the one ♪

♪ She the one, she the one ♪

♪ Bad bitch in the mirror
like "Yeah, I'm in love" ♪

♪ Look up in the mirror like
"Damn, she the one" ♪

‐Hey.
‐Hey.

I need you to do
something for me.

So this is the room
where it happens.

What's that all?

I'm remodeling.

Really?

'Cause it looks like you're
giving up on your dreams

because you found out
your boyfriend paid someone

to write what's true...

that you're a great artist.

So, you need my help
with something?

Yeah, I want
to make a video.

Oh.

So after I told Teresa

that I'm helping Marcus
with the class action,

she retaliated
by giving me

a bunch of extra work
to do.

So now, you have even less time
to study for the bar?

Yes, but, now I have
a quiet place to study.

Thank you for letting me
stay here.

It doesn't have
to be temporary.

No.

Moving in together
is a big step.

Mm‐hmm.

I want us to be ready.

Besides, I haven't even
told you I love you yet.

So... is this your way
of telling me?

Or just reminding me?

(cell phone beeps)

Why is Ben
texting me?

Is Malika here?

Uh, in her loft.

(crying)

Hey.

I hope tonight
wasn't too weird.

‐With Joey, I mean.
‐Lindsay: Nah.

Joey and I are cool.
We're both "theys"!

How'd you like to open a show
for me in a couple weeks?

For real?

In the comedy capital
of Sacramento.

‐Sacramento?
‐Mm‐hmm.

Like, an overnight?

Yeah. Our food
and hotel room is paid for.

Hotel... room?

I'll sleep
on the couch.

Just kidding.
You'll sleep on the couch.

So, just to be clear...

Oh, hey, not to worry.

I do not want you
to think that

just because you've
only done stand‐up once

and I barely know you

and I did try to kiss you,

that I'm inviting you
out of town as some sort

of elaborate ruse
to seduce you

and break up your relationship
with the person

who broke up mine.

I don't want you
to think that.

O‐kay.

I won't?

And I guess I could use

some free shower caps
and mini‐soaps.

‐I just need to check
my schedule.
‐Sure.

Get back
to me tomorrow.

Thanks, again.

It's not a violation
of the restraining order

if you didn't know he was there.

It is if she didn't leave.

I couldn't bail
on everyone.

How much trouble
am I in?

It's a misdemeanor
level offense.

But... you could be sentenced
up to a year in jail.

Mariana:
What are you doing here?

I thought you didn't
live here anymore?

(door opens)

(door slams shut)

Your Honor.

Callie.

How are you?

Your friend violated
a restraining order.

She didn't know
you were gonna be there,

or that the disruption
was targeting you.

I find that hard to believe.

Even if she didn't know,

she didn't leave
when she found out.

She was under pressure.

To participate
in an attack

on me and my reputation.

And you expect me to give her
a second pass for that?

I will not continue
to be harassed.

Not by you
and certainly not by her!

(muffled):
Are you okay?

♪ I'm a Fat Bitch,
not a Sad Bitch ♪

♪ Don't you forget it
I'm a Savage ♪

♪ Booty so fat,
ain't average ♪

♪ Makes the boys
wanna have it ♪

♪ Makes all the ladies think
they want it ♪

♪ All my big girls,
put your hands up high ♪

♪ Move your hips
and shake 'em
big ol' thighs ♪

I need someone artistic

to help me shoot
a clapback music video.

For the 'gram.

♪ So when you're called
a fat bitch ♪

♪ Here's what you do ♪

♪ Put a smile on your face ♪

♪ And tell them, "thank you!"♪

♪ Keep on walking ♪

♪ Keep on walking
and you do you ♪

♪ You know fat bitches
run the world ♪

♪ We run the world ♪

Oh my god!

I think you just unleashed
my inner fat bitch!

Uh, you're welcome.
Thank you.

For decades,

the tech industry
has denied women

their seat at the table

with glaring wage gaps,

sexual harassment,

limited opportunities.

I'm here to fix that,

at least at Speckulate.

So over the next few days,
I'm going to be speaking

to each of you individually
to hear your concerns

and also to investigate
the leak

of confidential
personnel information

that has the potential
to hurt everyone

going forward.

Also...

I brought cupcakes.

‐I think she's full of shit.
‐And her cupcakes suck.

Well, when they brought her
in to "fix" Coche,

20 percent of their staff
got laid off.

Rachel: If she really wants
to "fix" all the ways
that we're oppressed,

why does she care who published
the men's salaries?

And why'd she take me
off my app?

Casey: This is why
I didn't want anything

to do with leaking
the salary information online.

I‐I knew this would happen.

They can't prove
that we did it.

Other than we stood up
and said we did it.

Mariana:
Okay, we just say that
we were doing it to protect

Angela from losing her job.
Which is true.

Yeah. And then
she lost her job anyway.

Mariana's right.
If we all stick together,
they can't fire all of us.

Well, they will if we don't
get back to work.

Hey, Claire?

Um, I wanted to talk
next steps on the launch.

Oh, we're retooling
the donation interface.

We should be cranking
through QA.

I think retooling
is the priority,
since QA will flag it.

Well, we don't know that.

Well, I had to make
the call on the spot.

And since you're not
officially on the team...

‐It's still my app.
‐Of course.

We just might not
always have time

to run everything
past you on the DL.

Of course. But you know
I'm always a text away.

Of course.
If there's time to text.

Of course.

(sighs)

(knock at door)

You wanna get drunk?

That's new.

I can't believe Claire is
making all of these decisions

about my app
without even asking me. Oh!

Sorry.

Why are we
in the supply closet?

Because everyone's having
secret meetings on the roof now.

‐Ohh. Bummer.
‐I know.

It was our place.

Well, after it was mine
and Callie's place,

but now we have
no places.

Have you two talked?

Don't change the subject.

I bet you could get your app
back if you just told Kendra

where you got
the salary information.

‐I can't throw Angela
under the bus.
‐What about Evan?

Why would I throw him
under the bus?

He knows that you posted
the salaries online, right?

Aren't you worried
he'll tell Kendra?

He wouldn't do that.

Have you heard from him?

No.

I haven't seen him

and he hasn't answered
any of my texts.

I just thought that
Amanda had feelings for him.

I know, "you told me so."

Hey, you live,
you learn.

Maybe if I just talked
to Amanda‐‐

Or you don't learn.

Okay. Well, I have
to talk to Evan.

'Cause if he's against me,
I'm done here.

(latch rattling)

Uh...

Hand soap.

Found it.

♪ If I weigh in ♪

♪ You'll give me
a reason to say it ♪

♪ I've been tilting over... ♪

Man on phone:
Is this Curtis Wilson?

‐Yes.
‐Man: Do you have
a son named Tate?

I... do.

Man: Mr. Wilson,
we regret to inform you

your son is deceased.

♪ Scattered with our words
never spoken ♪

Wilson:
Is that my son?

I want to see my son.

♪ Remind me of the love
we've wasted ♪

♪ If we're searching
for the same thing ♪

♪ Then why are we
still suffering? ♪

Tate:
It's just one more month.

We can't pay your rent
for the rest of your life!

I'm not asking you to.

I‐I'm sober.

Okay? W‐w‐what more
do you want from me?

Your career is not
your sobriety.

You need to get a job

or go back to school.

‐To be somebody.
‐Like you?

Yeah. No, thanks!

Well, there are worse things
than being like me.

Are you kidding me?

I'm ashamed to tell people
that my father is a judge

who lets cops get away
with shooting people.

Yeah?

Well, back at you.

You think that I'm proud
to tell people about my son

the addict

who dropped out of college

and wrapped his car
around a tree?

You want to talk about
being ashamed of someone?

♪ If we're searching
for the same thing ♪

♪ Then why are we
still suffering? ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

He wasn't responding
to my texts or calls

since yesterday afternoon.

So I came over,

and I could hear
his phone ringing inside.

That's when I called the police
to do a wellness check.

‐Wilson: Where was he?
‐Detective: He was found
by officers in his bed,

deceased.

There was a small pill bag
on the table

and alcohol
in the refrigerator.

Do you know
the passcode to this?

No.

Are you checking
the pill bag for prints?

There's no sign of foul play.

Someone sold
the drugs to my son.

That person can be charged
with second degree murder
or manslaughter.

With no proof of tampering,
legally I can't‐‐

Don't tell me about the law.
I'm a federal judge!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I was just dealing
with tenant issues.

Toilets again?

Yeah. I should be
buying stock in plungers.

I see you met Sumi?

Um, I just, uh, popped in
to give you my rent check

and... Lindsay Brady!

I was just telling them how
we've been huge fans of theirs

since the early Insta days!

And now you're famous!

I mean,
I'm not that famous.

Although I do get mistaken

for James Dean
every now and then,

which is cool
because he's very hot.

But weird,
because he's very dead.

Cool. Cool, cool,
cool, cool, cool.

Uh, you know,
we actually have

a bit to work on.

Yeah. We're going
on the road together.
I'm opening.

They're closing.
We're like a door.

But we don't swing!

‐Where's the show?
Maybe I'll come.
‐Sacramento.

You hate long drives.

She gets car sick.

Not when I'm driving.

Uh, what about, you know,
all those hoed fields

on the way that depress you,
you know,

remember your
existential crisis on
the way to Bakersfield?

Oh, right.

Maybe I could
take the train.
I love trains.

She does love trains.

Lindsay: Well, let me know.

We'll have to put you
on the list.

Okay, I will.

Uh... the check is
on your desk.

‐See you later.
‐Mm‐hmm.

What's her deal?

She's my ex.

Would it be weird
if I asked her out?

I mean, she just pulled this
runaway bride thing recently,

so I don't know
if she's ready to jump into

‐anything quite yet.
‐(cell phone buzzing)

This is for all
my fat bitches!

Where you at?

♪ It all started in school ♪

♪ All the boys thought
I was cool ♪

♪ Funny, smart,
a perfect fit ♪

♪ But too bad
she's a fat bitch ♪

This is coming together
really well.

‐Thanks to you.
‐No problem.

Who exactly are we
clapping back at?

‐ Do you remember Jeff?
‐Mm‐hmm.

(song continues on screen)

Okay, well,
he was married.

And I did a shitty thing

by having an affair with him.

I totally own that, but...

his wife called me
a fat bitch on social.

Hmm.

'Cause people think
calling you fat

is the worst thing
that they can call you.

Breaking up a marriage
is a moral failing,

but being fat is not.

And it took me a while
to understand that.

And to love myself.

Lately I've been letting
my mom and...

other negative voices
get through.

So this clapback...

is really to me.

I don't know how to keep
the negative voices out.

My negative voices.

Why do you get up
every morning?

Uh, I have
to get to work?

That's not good enough.

What feeds your soul?

My art.

Okay, then.

So I had to work really hard
to love my body,

you have to work really hard
to love your art.

'Cause the only way to silence
those voices is to love yourself

and what you do.

Just commit.

Take charge
of your own destiny.

Hmm.

Evan.

‐Can I speak with you?
‐Busy at the moment.

But you can schedule an
appointment with my assistant.

Uh, excuse me.
When is Evan available?

How about the 10th?

Today's the 11th.

Uh‐huh.

Wilson:
I have to go home
and tell my wife

our son is dead.

Do you want me
to drive you?

No.

Thanks for getting me here.

It means a lot.

(gasping)

(crying)

(cell phone buzzes)

Let me know what you
intend on keeping

since I paid for most
of this stuff.

I'm sorry I left you
a note.

I just thought
it would be easier

if we didn't make
a big deal about it.

And you're really ready
to move in with Jamie?

That's like,
next step, marriage.

No. It's only temporary.

Until I pass the bar
and can afford my own place.

Oh.

It's obvious we both need
our own spaces.

Yeah, obviously.

I can leave my shoes
wherever I want.
That'll be nice.

Um, what was that text
you sent me about earlier?

I was at work
so I couldn't answer.

Oh, yeah,
that was nothing.

I found someone else
to talk to.

(buzzing)

Hello.

I hope they put me
in the orange jumpsuit

and not the nasty
khaki scrubs kind.

This face needs
jewel tones to thrive.

You are not going
to prison.

I screwed everything up.

Everything.

Is that why
you came to me?

One screw‐up
to another?

It's gonna be okay.

I thought
I'd be done in time.

You knew there was
a risk of getting arrested

and you still went.

On the night
of meeting my family.

Look, I really had
no idea that Judge Wilson‐‐

Malika...

I've tried my hardest
to show up for you.

You haven't made it easy,

but I've shown you
that you could count on me.

And I wanted to think that
I could count on you and that
you would show up for me.

I will.
I want to.

It's just that Melina
asked me specifically‐‐

I asked you specifically.

It was my dad's birthday,
Malika.

I know activism's
important to you,

and I'm not telling you
to drop it.

But I just need to know
that when it counts,

that we come first.

We do.

I, I just...

I just don't think
I believe you.

♪ Can you ever love somebody? ♪

♪ Or keep a piece
of your heart to yourself ♪

♪ Can you ever love somebody? ♪

Malika:
This is what we're doing now.

Dennis:
Yeah, we're doing that.

(clears throat)

So, when're you
gonna tell me your secret?

♪ ...push it away ♪

♪ Can you ever love somebody? ♪

♪ Truly tell me ♪

♪ Can you ever love somebody? ♪

So, when're you gonna
tell me your secret?

Come on.
Tell me something
I don't know about you.

I'm in love with you.

(clicks tongue)
Stop that!

I mean it.

Sometimes when I feel like
I'm about to lose my mind,

I bang on my drums
until my hands bleed.

Show me.

(exhales heavily)

Okay!

Ah!

Yeah!

Whoo!

‐Yeah!
‐Yeah!

‐Ohh!
‐You wanna try?

‐Yes.
‐Yeah.

(yelling)

(lock beeps)

Jude.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Jamie called me.

I don't remember
the moment they told us

that Mom was dead.

I'll never forget it.

Police at our door.

I was mad at her

before they went out.

Wouldn't let her
kiss me goodbye.

And then, we never
saw her again.

You know, loss is hard enough,
but it's the shock,

like, when
it happens suddenly,

it just stays with you,

forever I think.

Wilson must be
devastated.

He is.

You have to promise me

that you won't take
any drugs.

Because you can't trust

where these pills
are coming from

or what is in them.

Dealers are lacing
everything,

coke, meth,
even weed with Fentanyl

to get people addicted
to opioids.

And it only takes
the tiniest dose,

like, the equivalent
of a couple grains
of sand to kill you.

You pass out
and you stop breathing.

It is not worth
risking your life.

You have to swear to me
that you will not use anything.

I swear.

Hey, I'm gonna turn in.

‐Okay.
‐Good night.

Hmm. Bye.

Hey.

Ah, nice place
to call home.

(both chuckle)

So what happened
with Mariana?

We just need
a little space.

Never needed space before.

Yeah, well, we're not
in high school anymore.

We're adults.

So this is you adulting?

Want to have
a sleepover?

Sure.

‐(telephone ringing)
‐(indistinct chatter)

(inaudible)

Claire: (laughing)
Yeah.

I'll talk to you later.

Mariana!

Hi.

I was hoping
we could schedule

a time to chat
tomorrow afternoon,

after I've spoken
to everyone else?

O‐of course.

And let me know who you want
to make the acting team leader

of your app until we get
this all sorted out.

I get to choose?

Of course,
it's still your baby.

Gael,

I'm ready for you,
if you are.

Sure.

Look, I'm sure that we'll
get this all cleared up

in the next few days.

But in the meantime,

we've assigned you
to another team

to help out.

Which one?

♪♪

You want me
to be team leader?

Interim leader.

What about Claire?

I don't trust her right now.

Evan hates me.
All I have is my app.

The launch needs
to be perfect.

You're the only one I know
who'll make sure it is.

Please.

(sighs)

(Alex sighs)

Welcome back, Mary Ana.

Sam: We've missed you.

Alex:
Although I suspect
it'll be a short stay

once Kendra finds out
you're "Spartacus."

Wait, I thought that
no one was Spartacus.

God, no.
No one who says they're
Spartacus is Spartacus.

How many times do I have
to explain this movie to you?

Um, how long do think
the "Byte Club" girls
will have your back

now that you've made a man
their team leader?

Is he a man?

Alex:
Well, I think that's
how he "identifies."

(reggae music playing
over earphones)

(conversation continues,
indistinct)

(beeps)

(beeping)

So Sumi met Lindsay,

and now she wants
their number.

But that's weird, right?

I don't know,
do you want Sumi?

No.

‐Do you want Lindsay?
‐No.

Okay. Then, why not?

Especially if you're worried
that Lindsay's into you.

You can't tell anyone
that I told you that.

Hey, I'm not the one
going around tellin' people

other people are
in love with them

and then it turns out
that they're not.

How are things
with Dennis?

Weird.
Thank you.

‐Sorry.
‐Look‐‐

If you really want Lindsay
to step back,

then there's no better way

than to fix them up
with someone else.

If that's what you really want.

Of course it is.

I love Joey.

(cell phone beeps)

(sighs)

‐Hey.
‐Hey.

I didn't hear you come
to bed last night.

‐Is Jude here?
‐No, he left.

‐Thank you for calling him.
‐Yeah.

How do you always know
exactly what I need?

Well, I guess I'm just
the perfect boyfriend.

‐No, you definitely are.
‐Hmm.

So...

we didn't finish
our conversation
the other night.

I'm aware.

I do love you.

‐And...
‐Mm‐hmm.

maybe...

this, um,
living situation

doesn't have
to be temporary?

I wish we could take this
back to the bed,

but I have a meeting,

‐and I gotta shower‐‐
‐Yeah, you definitely
need to shower.

Yeah.

(laughs)

(cell phone ringing)

Judge Wilson,
how are you?

Wilson on phone: I'm okay.
I need a favor.

There's a friend of Tate's
who I think knows

where he got the pills.

‐Where are you?
‐I'm on my way to court.

Callie: You're at work?

Wilson:
I have a trial. Listen...

this friend
will never speak to me.

But he might
open up to you.

His name is Graham.
I'm gonna text you
his number, okay?

Okay.

♪ You won me over ♪

♪ Have me wrapped
around your finger ♪

♪ You pull me closer ♪

(beeps)

♪ What meant forever to me ♪

♪ Was just another word
you knew ♪

♪ Would make me
surrender to you ♪

Kendra: I'd like to ask

how you're feeling
in general about your job

here at Speckulate.

Actually, not good.

Graphic design isn't
what I really want to do.

I'm an artist.

So I just emailed
my two weeks' notice.

♪ I might fall
but I won't break ♪

♪ Makes me stronger, anyway ♪

♪ Ain't got time
to play your games ♪

♪ It's your turn now
to watch me walk away ♪

♪ If I see a mistake,
I won't make it ♪

(knocking)

♪ Ain't got time
to play your games... ♪

Hey.

♪ Walk away ♪

♪ Walk away ♪

♪ Walk away ♪