I could stay wrapped in your arms all week.
Woman, don't tempt me.
-God, you feel so good. Mmm. -Mm.
The feeling is mutual.
But I suppose I should get up
and make my incredibly handsome husband some breakfast.
Okay. Since when did you become Martha Stewart?
And should I be checking for body snatchers in the basement?
No, don't get it twisted, Mr. Richardson.
I'm not about to go all trad wife
-and start baking bread and canning preserves. -Mm-hmm.
But when a man brings that good the way you do,
it inspires a woman to show her appreciation.
Mm...
Well, it's gonna have to wait till later.
As much as I would love to sample your culinary delights,
um, I already have breakfast plans with somebody.
Anyone I should be concerned about?
Like your nephew? No, I hope not.
Last I checked, Martin can barely breathe
between campaign events.
Yeah, we're gonna grab some grub,
and then we're gonna squeeze in 18 holes
with these two political podcasters
I'm connecting him with.
Yeah, Martin wants to make sure the right people
are saying the right things about him
before we go into this, uh, this election time.
And his fundraiser.
-Look at you. -Yeah.
Campaigning like a true Dupree.
Well, just don't forget which Dupree comes first.
-Hey... -Mm-hmm.
Okay, um...
I need to grab my bag before you convince me
to call and tell him something came up.
Something did come up. Multiple times, as I recall.
Oh.
Hi.
What brings you by? Not that I am complaining.
I just left a meeting with Dad and Madison
-about that awful lawsuit. -Oh, that mess.
Please tell me the judge laughed them out of the courtroom.
Not yet, but Dad is confident that they'll be dismissed.
Confidence has never been your father's problem.
No, that would be his inability to stay faithful
to the women he marries.
Naomi Hamilton Hawthorne.
You know I love a dose of hot mess
with my morning coffee, so cozy up and spill.
Just who is your father cheating on Hayley with?
Apparently, you.
Morning, Nicole.
Bill.
Hayley.
Nicole, that color is stunning on you.
Is that outfit new?
-It is not. -Oh. Well,
you should be in a magazine,
because you have impeccable taste.
I wish I could return the compliment.
BILL: Okay, I see the temperature in here
dropped about 20 degrees.
Maybe we steer this to friendlier waters?
Like our brilliant daughters closing the Fenmore's deal.
Indeed. Chelsea and Kat worked their tails off on it.
-I am very proud of them. -HAYLEY: Mm.
Imagine having your purse line on the shelves
of one of the last truly iconic retail houses.
When I was little, I used to press my face
against Fenmore's window displays and just dream
of one day being able to afford one of those gowns.
Forrester Creations.
Oh, Barbara Ryan Originals. Oh.
All we could afford were Spectra knockoffs, if that.
Well, then, I guess dreams do come true.
Look at you now.
Able to walk in there with a black card,
courtesy of my sister's ex-husband.
If the two of you will excuse me,
I'm sure I can make myself useful at the hospital.
This is Vanessa McBride. Again.
If you want that penthouse, I need the deposit wired today.
Not tomorrow. Today.
I'm holding it for you as a courtesy,
but that courtesy has limits.
-Someone's having a morning. -Lynette Wise.
The woman begged me to find her somewhere nice in the area,
so I snag her the perfect penthouse,
and now she's ghosting me.
She didn't show up for our meeting yesterday.
Stood me up without so much as a text.
Now she's not returning my calls.
It's like the woman vanished off the face of the Earth.
♪ ♪
Mom. Hey.
Hey, there, baby.
And good morning to you, too.
I heard that you started taking extra precautions
now that the campaign is heating up.
How's the family adjusting to this new normal?
Best as they can.
The kids at school think it's weird.
Doesn't exactly allow them to blend in
when you have security SUV dropping them off
and suited guards watching their every move while in class.
But Jessica told Tyrell
that it makes her feel like a VIP, so silver linings.
Girlfriend approval holds sway.
How about Smitty?
Not so much.
He's only covered when he's with me or the kids.
He's worried that his sources won't talk to him.
Seems like your husband's days
of writing fluff pieces are over.
Investigative journalism.
-It's what he loves. -I don't doubt it.
Any chance you know what he's working on these days?
REN: Yo. What's the word?
All caps.
Keep your damn couriers in check.
Wait. Say that again?
I'm talking about this Rashad clown you stuck us with.
Rashad?
Nah. You got it mixed up.
-The man's solid. -Not anymore.
Who the hell does he think he is,
demanding my runner change the location for the drop?
You better get him in line, before important people realize
you can't keep your people in order.
All right, say less.
I'm-a put him in his place.
Permanently, if I have to.
Yo?
Anybody here?
Not this nonsense again.
Naomi, I need you to hear me loud and clear.
I am not having an affair with your father.
It's ancient history. Buried, like a mummy.
In fact, King Tut would have a better chance
at resurrection than Bill and me.
Look, I'm sure Hayley thought the same thing until yesterday.
What are you talking about?
When you called to tell us that Gran was in remission,
Hayley was standing right there when Dad answered the phone.
-So? -He called you "baby."
-No, he didn't. -Yes, he did.
And trust me, by the look on Hayley's face,
she heard it, too, and she was not very pleased.
Oh, for heaven's sake, we were married for decades.
Old habits slip out.
That's muscle memory, not infidelity.
It doesn't mean a damn thing.
-Not to you. -You know what,
I'm not responsible for Hayley's insecurities.
Maybe she should focus on emotional development.
You know, learning to share, use your inside voice
and not throw tantrums when it's close to naptime.
NAOMI: Andre.
I didn't realize you were still home.
Or what?
You wouldn't have brought up the fact that my wife
has been sleeping around on me?
Don't let what Nicole said get to you, okay?
Please. Ms. Holier-Than-Thou Hypocrite?
I mean, where was all that moral outrage
when she was getting it on
with her ex-husband's business partner?
Or do the rules not apply when you're a Dupree?
Hm. Well, from what I hear, she's still seeing Carlton.
-Mm. -Well, him and a few others.
Good for her. You know, maybe she should focus on
her own messy love life instead of throwing daggers at mine.
Yeah, well, you know, she's just being a protective big sister.
Hell, Naomi is the same way when it comes to Chelsea.
You know, being tight-knit is just the Dupree way.
Yeah, it's impossible. You know what?
Let Nicole say whatever she wants.
I have bigger things on my mind.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
Like what?
If only I could put my hands around
Lynette Wise's neck right now.
Yo, that's, uh, wild.
She really just went ghost on you, huh?
Do you know how many hours
I spent combing through listings for that woman?
How many personal favors I called in? And for what--
so she could treat me like I'm some swipe-left energy?
Not even worth a courtesy text?
Sounds like she wasted more than your time.
Damn right she did.
Now I've got the sellers asking me what happened
and wondering if I can actually close a deal.
People don't understand
what goes into finding someone's dream home. I...
I don't just show up with a key and open a door.
It's real work.
And you're damn good at it.
One of the best in the business.
Isn't that right, Randy?
Y-Yeah, If I had enough bread to afford a new crib,
I wouldn't want nobody else.
See? There's a ringing endorsement.
Then why do I keep getting clients
who treat me like I'm disposable?
Because some people are just caught up in their own mess.
Don't let one flaky client
make you doubt what you bring to the party.
You're brilliant at this.
And the people who matter see it.
How do you always know just what to say?
-Call it a gift. -[phone dings]
Yo. I need to, uh, go handle something.
I wish I knew what Smitty's piece is about,
but your guess is as good as mine.
He's keeping it that close to the vest?
That's not like him.
Usually, he at least gives you some broad strokes.
Not this time.
And trust me, I've asked.
All I know is it's, in his words, game-changing.
That is quite a statement.
The terminology journalists use
when they're about to blow the lid off of something.
That's what he's hoping for.
A story like that might push people to take risks,
go places they normally wouldn't.
Maybe even break a few rules if he thought it was worth it.
Well, you know my husband.
When he's locked in like that, nothing will stop him.
He'll do whatever it takes.
Konnichi wa,Takahashi-san,
and to all the esteemed curators joining us today.
I think I speak for both my partner and myself
when I say we would be deeply honored
to be represented at the Tokyo Fashion Collective.
Absolutely. ChelseaKat is all about jibun rashiku,
being your truest, boldest self.
Now, I don't know if you had a chance
to review our lookbook yet,
but this particular collection is our love letter to Japan.
If you turn to...
Oh, you... you've seen it.
And you like it?
We were prepared to do the whole song and dance.
Arigato gozaimasu, Takahashi-san.
We are so, so honored.
And we'll wait for further correspondence.
-Sayonara. -Sayonara.
Did I just hear what I think I heard?
-We're going to the -We're going to the
-Tokyo Fashion Collection! -Tokyo Fashion Collection!
Oh, yes.
Okay, Kat, breathe. Yeah, it's-it's exciting,
but I just don't want to get too hyped about this just yet.
This is our dream.
This is everything we've been working towards.
Our empire in the making.
I just think we should hold off on the coronation
until the deal is actually inked.
Remember the Golden Globes?
We were so close to having our bag on that red carpet.
Yeah, and then the universe said, "Plot twist."
Exactly. Poof, gone.
And yet, just having a shot at that
blew up our analytics.
And the Fenmore's deal is solid.
I'm not trying to kill your vibe.
Why can't you just let us have this moment?
Maybe because there's a lawsuit hanging over my head
that could ruin everything,
including my relationship, my wedding
and ChelseaKat's entire momentum.
Andre, I-I don't know what to say.
How about we start from the top?
O-kay, well, um...
I was...
I'm sorry.
Wait, why are you laughing?
I'm as just messing with you, Naomi,
Man, you should have seen the look on your face.
Don't mess with my daughter like that.
-It's not funny. -I...
Come on, it-it was a little funny.
Okay, I'm so sorry, but what is going on here?
I just brought up the fact that my mother
could be having an affair,
and you guys are acting like I gave the weather forecast.
Sweetheart, I hate to burst your scandal bubble,
but Andre and I don't do jealousy.
-Yeah. -What does that even mean?
It means when we started this unconventional arrangement...
-We made a promise to each other. -Mm-hmm.
-No petty games. -No ego battles.
And no keeping score.
DANI: Life is already complicated enough,
and we've gone too far to let insecurities
and possessiveness poison what we've built.
So, you're not even a little upset
at the thought of Mom sneaking around with my dad,
the man she was married to for decades?
Nah. I know your mother.
She's a lot of things.
She's opinionated, impulsive,
stubborn as hell when she wants to be...
And shines bright like a diamond?
ANDRE: And that, too.
But one thing she's not is a liar.
I have faith that your mother respects me-- and us--
enough to be honest if she was even remotely considering
getting mixed up with Hamilton again.
And trust me, she ain't.
Uh, I would rather have a lobotomy,
since that's what it felt like being married to your father.
Oh, wow.
Well, you guys are like the poster children
-for modern marriage. -ANDRE: Yeah,
I like to think of it as grown and, uh, evolved.
Even though we still giggle like two little kids in love.
Let's be clear: she giggles, I don't.
-Except when I tickle you. -Okay, Dani, don't-- stop...
Dani! Dani!
Dani-- okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm sorry, I...
I shouldn't be so distracted when I'm sitting
right across from my beautiful wife.
Hmm. It's fine.
-I-I know you're busy. -Well-- yeah, well,
Caroline's just updating me on a client.
Oh, okay, well, go ahead and finish that. I can wait.
No. Uh, you shouldn't have to.
Not when you were about to tell me what's been on your mind.
It's nothing major.
Mm. But it's got you preoccupied.
And you're not sleeping.
-You noticed? -Yes.
Tossing and turning, making the bed
rumble like an earthquake.
Mm.
I, um, I just couldn't get my brain to shut off.
-Hmm. -It happens.
Hayley?
You might as well admit what's going on,
since I know exactly what's troubling you.
This is about Lynette, isn't it?
So, your husband is working on a story
that could potentially upset some very powerful people,
but he doesn't want the security you have for him.
He agreed to a panic button, at least.
That doesn't sound counterintuitive to you?
He says he can handle himself.
I'm sure he can.
Smitty is smart and resourceful,
but it doesn't hurt to be careful.
People don't like to be exposed.
And if they feel threatened, they don't always play nice.
Our family certainly didn't.
I wasn't going there.
Then let's not.
Honestly, I don't love it,
but I don't have much of a choice in the situation.
You're married to the man, and you're a sitting
-U.S. congressman. -That's exactly the problem.
For most of our relationship,
my career has been the sun everything orbits.
Smitty has to rearrange his life to fit in mine.
Moving meetings, canceling trips,
putting his career on the back burner.
It's his sacrifice that has allowed me to shine.
Now it's his turn.
I have to say, I am pretty proud of you.
Putting Smitty's needs first-- that is real growth.
I had an excellent teacher.
A wise psychiatrist once told me
the key to any relationship is balance.
A little give-and-take.
I suppose I do offer some sound advice
from time to time.
Try "all the time."
If only I could take my own.
You ever have one of those weeks
where the universe just keeps testing you?
Because I am this close
to throwing my phone into traffic
and starting a new life.
Just disappear and become a Pilates instructor in Bali
or something.
-You're joking. -Not entirely.
Nicole and I aren't speaking,
-Deanna hates me. -No.
-Deanna hates me. -Same difference.
And to add spoiled icing to an already rancid cake,
a top buyer flaked on me.
Sounds like you could use a drink.
Try a vacation.
A long one.
You know, I can arrange that.
-Be serious, Joey. -I am.
We could get out of town for a while.
Get away from the drama and the noise
and the people who don't appreciate you
the way they should.
You remember the last time we went out of town
on a romantic getaway?
That was when I lost Doug.
Okay, pause. This lawsuit will not blow us up.
Who's the smartest lawyer in the DMV?
My sister. And the second is my dad.
Isn't it the other way around?
Whatevs. And I know they're all over this case,
-but... -Hold up.
Aside from whether or not Bill or Naomi
will get this tossed out, which they will--
because they can outlawyer Thurgood Marshall--
remember when we finally told everybody about ChelseaKat,
and Naomi insisted on reviewing the legal stuff?
She made us list every worst-case scenario
that could tank the company.
-It was exhausting. -But it was necessary.
And she ensured us that no matter what--
marriage, divorce, alien invasion--
ChelseaKat would stand on its own two feet.
Okay, you're right.
Legally, we're untouchable.
But there are so many other things to worry about.
-Like what? -Like the court of public opinion.
What happens when my name gets dragged through the mud?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dredge up a bad memory.
But honestly, that's exactly why we should go.
E-Explain.
Yes, our last trip was ill-timed,
but that was a fluke.
And there's no reason why we should let one tragedy
ruin everything good that came after it.
And you know...
...you can't turn down a good Napa red.
-Wine country? -Yeah.
Spend our days drinking ourselves silly,
meals that go on for three hours until you forget the time,
evenings strolling through vineyards.
That does sound appealing.
And I have been working nonstop.
And I've been up to my neck
with Leslie's endless nonsense.
We could both use a break.
How can I say no to that?
You can't.
Now, I have some loose ends to tie up before we go.
As do you.
I can bring my laptop and...
take care of anything work-related that comes up.
No, this isn't work, it's more personal.
Like what?
You need to make nice with your best friend.
Vanessa and I had a blowup. A big one.
And we haven't spoken since.
Oh. I know how much that relationship means to you.
It really does.
But I don't know how to fix it.
I don't even know if she even wants me to try.
Well, that same wise psychiatrist
also told me if a relationship is worth fighting for,
you put in the effort.
Even if it's uncomfortable to do so?
Especially when it's uncomfortable to do so.
Quote it right.
Throwing my wisdom back at me seems a little unfair.
Tough love is needed sometimes.
What can I say? You raised me right.
Well, I need to get back to the hospital
before my patients diagnose me with avoidance issues.
-I love you. -I love you too.
And I respect and admire you, Dr. Dupree.
What makes you think I'm worried about Lynette?
I mean, once I realized she's probably been using me,
there was nothing left to worry about.
All I have to do is just stay away from her.
Yeah, well, but you know, making a rational decision about her
isn't the same as pulling back emotionally.
Yeah, I can't just erase her from my brain.
Yeah, I understand that.
How could I be that naive, babe?
Well, that's partially my fault.
You know, the same way doctors set boundaries
with their patients, in the legal field,
we do the same with clients.
-Yeah. Stay objective, huh? -Yeah.
And wary. You know, I mean, you barely know Lynette.
It's not like you two grew up together.
Mm. That's right.
Look, I am just upset that I let her get in my head.
Well, your knight in shining armor
is prepared to intervene if necessary.
You know, as a matter of fact, I'm gonna find her myself
and give her a piece of my mind.
No.
I mean, no need.
I can handle it.
Okay. If you're sure.
I am.
[phone chimes]
BILL: Wonder what that's about.
Almost forgot. I have a dental cleaning this morning.
Okay, well, I'll drive you.
Uh, Caroline handled the client issues, so I have time.
No, not for something this minor.
I can catch a rideshare.
I'll meet you at the office later, okay?
-Okay. -Mwah.
Thank you.
What's with the heavy?
Is there something I need to be made aware of?
Nothing like that. Just precaution.
Hmm. So...
you waiting on someone?
Yes, actually.
Andre should have been here by now.
I wonder what's keeping him.
I go to the bathroom for two minutes,
and you two are still at it?
I am sorry.
Andre and I tend to get carried away.
Well, glad I walked in when I did.
Another ten seconds and I'd need therapy.
Yeah, I should grab my gym bag,
uh, before Martin blows my phone up.
I guess I'll be seeing you later, baby?
-Mm... -Mm.
You see what I did there?
You think you're cute.
I know I am.
-Naomi. Mm-hmm. -Andre.
Wow.
You two really are perfect for each other.
And I know I wasn't originally the biggest fan
-of your marriage. -You don't say?
Fair. But I can admit when I'm wrong.
It's just nice seeing somebody who actually cherishes you
and makes you happy.
I just wish Dad had someone who did the same for him.
I don't.
[phone chimes]
The hell you smiling at?
Just a funny post on IG.
You know that Jet2holiday meme?
I'm-a Jet2you on a permanent holiday if you keep playing.
-You know you're not supposed to be in here. -Hey, hold up.
Hold up.
I waited outside to hand off the keys,
but Angelo ain't never show, so I figured he was in here.
I swear I want snooping, man, you know me.
Know you?
No, not well enough.
Come on, Ren.
I been pitch-perfect.
Hasn't everything been going smooth?
I ain't never slipped up, not one time.
And this time, only 'cause somebody else
wasn't where they was supposed to be.
So, that's why you moved the pickup location.
Thought so.
Guilty by association by association.
The point is
the second this lawsuit goes public,
people will start to connect the dots.
"Madison Montgomery engaged to Chelsea Hamilton.
I guess we know where she stands on science."
Girl, you are spiraling right now.
With good reason.
We are this close to landing the Tokyo Fashion Collective,
until some scandalous reporter digs up the lawsuit
and deems us too controversial.
You know what I'm saying is valid.
I do.
One random like at 2:00 a.m., and then suddenly,
you're the villain of the week.
Everyone always assumes the worst and shares the post.
By the time the truth comes out, the damage is already done.
Sponsors pull out, collabs disappear.
We've worked too hard to let something we didn't even say
spoil everything.
Well, then it's time to come up with a plan.
Just when I think I've got you figured out,
you go and astonish me anew.
What did I do now?
Wasted our precious time together
by encouraging me to go make peace with Nicole.
You.
The man she swore was the devil in a tailored suit.
-She said that? -Might as well have.
The insinuations she made about you were awful.
And she basically told me I lost my damn mind
getting involved with...
-wi... -A successful businessman?
Why are you okay with this?
Because I know how much she means to you.
Trust me, my ego can take it.
I've been called a lot worse.
The last thing I want is for you to lose
your closest friend on account of me.
I don't even know if Nicole thinks
we have a friendship worth repairing.
What if I reach out and she still shuts me down?
There's only one way to find out.
Mm, fine.
I'll do it.
But you do realize
how rare this is, for a man to care about
his woman's friendships?
Maybe I'm not like other men.
You certainly are not.
Andre will be here in any moment,
and I wouldn't want to give him the wrong impression
by having you warm his seat.
Okay, just relax, okay? I'll leave once your...
cousin-slash-uncle-slash-Dani's student project shows up.
Oh, the cool and calm Bill Hamilton is pressed.
This is new.
Please.
I don't lose sleep over Andre.
The man's still figuring out how to tie his own shoes,
let alone fill mine.
And if anyone's pressed, it's you,
with all this new security.
Precaution. It comes with the job.
Which one?
I beg your pardon?
Well, word around town is you're making a Senate run
after reelection.
Is that wise, Martin? Hmm?
Given your, shall we say, checkered past?
I should have known the news would have reached you
before I was ready to share.
Oh, come on, nephew.
You know nothing happens in the DMV without my knowledge.
And I'm no longer your nephew or your client,
so no longer is it your concern.
You sure about that?
Just a reminder.
You're not the only one with a vested interest
in your past staying buried.
I don't need you...
Listen to me.
There'll be a hell of a lot more scrutiny on you
mounting a senatorial campaign.
Are you prepared for that kind of heat?
Okay.
Do I need to turn around and come back
the way that I came?
So, what's this grand plan of yours?
You are.
Come again?
You're Chelsea Hamilton, aka "TheRealChels."
Do you understand the power in that?
Well, power doesn't mean much when the Internet
can write its own narrative.
You run the Internet.
That's the difference.
You built an audience of millions,
and no negative press from some greedy client
or ambulance-chasing lawyer can touch that.
Your community trusts you, not the noise.
And cuz, nobody's life got noisier
than when your mom pulled out that gun at Bill's wedding.
-Don't remind me. -You survived that circus
and came out trending.
You'll do the same for this.
That was a wild time, but maybe you're right.
Since the ordeal with Allison,
it's been harder for me to remember
that some actual good can come from my platform.
And I will always be here to remind you.
Now, can we please, please, please go back to celebrating?
Mani-pedis at the club, on me?
-Okay. -Okay.
Thanks for the heads-up.
I'm in no mood to make nice with those two.
Well, I guess it was a good thing
you were running late then, huh?
Bill wanted to have breakfast together.
I had to lie and say I had a dental cleaning
just to get away from him.
Oh, how sweet.
Boy, stop.
If Bill could schedule my breathing, he would.
But anyway,
what did you need to tell me that couldn't wait?
Randy?
I didn't want to text this over the phone,
you know, just in case.
Just in case what?
If anyone--
and I mean anyone-- asks about Lynette,
you have not seen her.
That's hers.
So, wait, does this mean...
The less you know the better.
Is she... really gone?
For good, this time.
Chief, do you have a moment to talk?
For you, Dr. Dupree, I'll make time.
Is something wrong, Nicole? You seem upset.
I thought you said you wanted the investigation
into my computer being compromised handled internally.
Well, I do. That's right.
So, then, can you explain to me
why you had Detective Malone come talk to me?
Malone is a friend.
So he said.
He'll keep it quiet, and off the books.
The important thing right now is to find out
who accessed your computer and why.
WOMAN [over P.A.]: Rapid response, room 715.
Just the person I was looking for.
Vanessa. Good to see you.
Is it?
Because the look on your face says otherwise.
Joey felt our friendship was worth saving.
Apparently, you don't feel the same.
Oh, okay, I see. So, the only reason you're here
is because Joey okayed it,
not because you have genuine remorse
for falling out with me over a man
that you have barely known for a year?
A man I love,
and who loves me.
Here I thought my best friend,
the one person who has seen me at my worst
and still stood by me,
could be happy I found something real.
After what happened to my husband,
after my world was torn apart, but...
...you can't even pretend to be happy for me, can you?
Of course I want to be happy for you, Vanessa,
-but I just don't... -But not with him.
Not on my terms?
Only if it looks the way you think it should?
Well, I see we're at an impasse.
I'd call it more than that.
Tell me, Nicole.
Is our friendship worth saving at this point?
It's about time you got here.
Yeah, I'm sorry, cuz.
I got tied up talking with Dani and Naomi.
You know, family stuff.
I'm not in the mood for breakfast anymore.
Seems I've lost my appetite.
Well, are you still down for the golf game?
-My guys are already here. -Yeah.
-Let's go say hey. -Cool.
Um, y-you know, actually,
you go ahead and introduce yourself first.
I'll just be a minute.
So, what?
You need me to sign your permission slip
before recess starts?
That's funny.
Yeah, I heard about the slip you made, calling Dani "baby"?
Well, first off, I don't recall saying that,
and if I did, old habits die hard.
Mm. I'm not stressing over it. You know, I get it.
You guys were married for decades.
Then what's this about?
Just so we're clear, you know,
man-to-man...
...I'm the only one who gets to call her "baby" now. Hmm?
You have a good day, old school.
Here's to you, Lynette.
And here's to me,
finally being free of that bitch.
Vanessa leave?
You know, you're awfully concerned about my woman lately.
Maybe you should start worrying about your own.
Yeah, well, uh, I would if I could,
but what do you know?
Can't seem to find her, either.
You mean you can't find out where Lynette ran off to?
I thought you two were so close.
Well, she really ain't the type to let a man lock her down.
You feel me?
-Right. -Joey,
I know what you thinking, and on my word,
this ain't landing at your door.
Well, see that it doesn't,
or Lynette won't be the only one who's gone without a trace.
The elevator was getting way too crowded.
It was only a matter of time before somebody
spotted the drop, so I just pivoted.
I told the other courier, "Meet me in the stairwell,"
so I just thought, you know...
Yo, you don't get paid to think!
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