Oh, for Christ's sake, your goddamn hair.
Looks like the fucking Exxon Valdez jizzed all over your head.
What? I used my favorite sea salt spray.
I think that it looks just…
Like you stuck your ginormous head into a vat of bacon grease?
We talked about this. You are like a toddler.
I'm dealing with a baby man. Come here, sit down.
Oh, my God, this feels so disgusting.
- What is that? - It's Oribe dry shampoo, Pig Pen,
you're welcome.
Okay, ow, that hurts.
Okay, what do I have to do?
Come over and bathe you myself.
Again.
Come on, get up, let me look at you.
You look like gay Tarzan,
so put it back in a bun.
At least it won't catch on fire if someone lights a match near you.
Okay, so you need to listen up and you need to listen good.
- In the words of Maya Angelou… - Who?
Oh, my God, where did you go to school?
Vanilla Valley Academy? For fuck's sake!
Okay, so she's like, um, the Beyoncé of words,
only, uh, classier and with a Pulitzer, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
People will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.
In other words,
whoever gets the judge to pass them a tissue wins.
So I just have to make him feel sorry for me?
Yeah, there you go, my boy genius.
You are the victim here. You gave it your all.
You did everything you could to make it work,
and it still wasn't enough.
- Got it. - Okay, and remember,
tears are pure gold in that room, understand?
I can't make myself cry.
Okay, well, that's what I'm here for.
I want you to dab your eyes with this.
- What… - Just do it.
Ow, fuck. Wh-what the fuck is that?
Yeah, well, I laced it with wasabi.
You're welcome.
'Cause every tear you shed is another $100k in your pocket.
All set.
Eyes red, shoulders back, forward march.
Watch out, bitches. Here we come.
So, for those of you
I haven't yet had the pleasure of working with,
I'm Judge Robert DeLancie.
You can call me Your Honor.
Or Judge DeLancie. I'm flexible.
A courtesy laugh? Okay!
I'll try to keep that in mind
when making my final recommendation.
So, I practiced family law in Century City for 30 years
before serving as Presiding Judge,
LA Superior Court, Family Law Departments,
where I handled up to, gosh, 25 cases a day.
Good to see you again, Your Honor.
I'm not sure what impresses me more,
your ability to handle 25 cases in a day
or the fact that you've been willing to come back for more.
Clearly, endurance is your superpower.
Why, thank you, Counselor,
but you can save the flattery for your celebrity clients.
I'm just trying to give everybody the facts here.
Well, we'd never dream of currying favor.
We all know you are way too honorable for that,
- Your Honor. - Mm.
Sir.
Now that the opposing counsel has finished their ode
to His Honor's backside, can we get on with it?
Sorry, sorry. I am so sorry.
Your Honor, I-I apologize. Um, my bad. No disrespect.
Relax, Counselor. It's Los Angeles.
Five minutes late is practically early.
But do try and aim for fashionably on time next round, okay?
So, let me remind you,
nothing said in mediation can be used in court
- unless it involves perjury… - For later…
- …or criminal acts. - …if necessary.
Now, I'm hopeful, by the end of the day,
all outstanding issues will be resolved
and you can both move on to the next chapter of your lives.
But if no agreement can be reached, this will go to trial,
where litigation will exact a greater personal
and financial toll on all parties involved.
It's the legal version of root canal, uh, without anesthesia.
So, let's try to avoid that, shall we?
Alright, before we begin, I would like to suggest
that you both take a moment and talk to each other.
Not as adversaries, just as two people
who've shared a life together.
It's my experience that such reflection
often helps resolve issues
and just kind of puts things in perspective.
Who's brave enough to start?
I'll go.
Yeah, no, no. Sit down, sit down.
Uh, I…
Uh, I remember when I first saw her.
You.
When I first saw you, we were playing the Dolphins.
I had just scored the game-winning touchdown.
The place was pandemonium.
I looked over to the stands
and for a second I was blinded by the sun.
And then there you were.
You were in all white. It was like a spotlight was on you.
You were the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen.
And in that moment, it was like everything, the…
the crowd, the noise, it all just vanished.
And it was just us.
It's like we were, I don't know,
caught in this beam, this gravitational pull.
I was just some poor kid from Philly.
I'm sure there were fans that were eager to hook up,
but you were an angel.
A, uh, a-a ray of, um…
Shit, I'm sorry. I'm…
I'm not really good at this stuff.
No, no, no. You're doing fine, Mr. Munroe.
She was like a ray of light entering my life.
Sexy as fuck too.
I'm sorry, Judge, but she's unbelievable.
And then I asked you out.
You turned out to be the most amazing person I had ever met.
You saw me for me.
Not what I did or where I was from,
but who I was.
Who I can be.
It was like I could read her soul,
and she could read mine.
Maybe our time here has just run its course and burned out.
They say nothing lasts forever. Everything dies.
But all I know is I'm a better person because of you, Allura.
And I know what we're going through is fucking hard.
It is.
But I'll never regret our life together.
Ever.
Excuse me, Your Honor.
Good job.
You know, they say we make the worst clients,
lawyers,
probably 'cause we know too much.
But you will get through this.
I promise you, we will resolve this today.
You will start over.
Alright. This is the deal.
You're going to come out, and you are going to breeze
into that room like a storm that no one saw coming.
It's my period. The embryos didn't take.
What?
Oh, God.
Don't tell me.
I had the last two viable ones implanted three weeks ago.
Given my age, she felt I should transfer both.
That's a breach of contract. You know that, don't you?
Dina, I know what I did was illegal.
You could be charged with destroying communal property.
And you just made your business holdings more vulnerable.
- They could sue you for… - I know what they could sue me for.
So why the risk?
Because it was his.
Oh, Allura, sweetheart. You should have told me.
And make you an accessory to the crime?
What are we gonna do?
I don't know yet.
But until I do,
we keep it from Carr for as long as possible.
Ms. Grant, this is your opportunity
to tell your side of the story.
So, just take your time
and tell us what you would like us to understand.
I…
I always thought Chase and I were building a life together.
We made plans for everything,
the places we'd go…
the kids we'd have.
Darling, you do not have to do this now.
If you want to do it later.
It's okay. Just let me get through this.
Alright.
Um…
I-I thought we'd do it all once our lives settled down,
once he was done with football,
once our law firm was more established.
The one mistake I made was always believing
that we could postpone our lives until they were perfect
before we actually started living them.
I didn't realize how much you despised perfection.
I must have been blind not to see how little
all of our planning really mattered to you.
I didn't see how you were pulling away
and living this whole other life
while I was just waiting for ours to start.
Speculation.
Counselor.
Oh, I'm sorry, Your Honor. Just force of habit.
Ms. Grant, please continue.
Maybe I should have asked harder questions…
or stop waiting for some day, but I didn't.
I kept believing in us,
even if it meant postponing everything I really wanted,
everything I thought we really wanted.
I just really believed in you.
- Allura, I… - Uh-uh. It's her turn.
Look…
I don't know if I'll ever stop grieving the life
we were supposed to have,
the family I always dreamed of,
our kids.
But… but I know this.
I loved you, Chase Munroe.
I believed in you.
And I gave you everything that I had to give.
That's the truth.
Oh.
You know, why don't we take a brief recess
and just reconvene shortly?
- Allura, I… - Hey, no, no, no, no.
You were supposed to cry during your story
not hers, you fucking idiot.
Come on. Snap out of it.
That back there was a coin toss and a handshake.
Now the real game begins.
No, he's gonna see it. The judge.
- See what? - He's gonna see that I was wrong.
Alright? And that…
That-that what?
That Allura is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
And I'm throwing it away for what?
Huh? I'm the one who fucked around.
Okay, you are spiraling.
Hey, I need you to look at me. Look at me.
Allura is an awful human being.
She is a walking blow-up doll who got her law degree
doing the fucking bend-and-snap.
She is nothing but hot air.
- She is a self-worshipping narcissist… - Mm-mm. No, no.
No, stop talking about her like that.
Excuse me?
Hey, same team, remember?
Let's refocus.
The prenup.
The only way we get what we want today
is if the prenup is nullified.
And Chase, this is important.
We are not contesting the prenup.
- Do you understand? - No, but you said that we…
I know what I just said. And the prenup must be nullified.
But we are not contesting it.
The party line is we love the prenup.
We want to slather it in apple-tini lube and motorboat its titties.
Do you know what prevailing party clause is?
If one party's to challenge the prenup, they have to win.
If they don't, they walk away with nothing.
So, we're challenging the prenup without challenging the prenup.
- Exactly. - Bingo.
And how do we do that?
Well, with what I've dug up,
our friend, Allura, might just do it for us.
Get your head in the fucking game, okay?
Before us, we have the prenuptial agreement
between Allura Grant and Chase Munroe.
It is signed and dated 11 March 2017.
Are both parties in agreement that the terms of this document
are both valid and enforceable?
- We are. - Indeed.
Alright. Very good.
I'm sorry, Your Honor. There are just a couple of details
in the asset disclosure that I'd like a little clarity on.
May I address your client?
- Yes, you may. - It's fine.
Thank you. Assets, assets, assets. Oh, there it is.
The Albus Grant charitable trust, named for your father.
Can you please describe the nature of this trust?
It funds scholarships for students at Monte Vista High School.
He was a teacher there.
Your alma mater.
Can we clarify this in the language, Your Honor?
Yeah, it's alright by me. Ms. Grant?
- Fine. - I'll just make a note.
"Scholarships for high school."
"Ms. Grant was in attendance
for four years."
Two years.
I went to Monte Vista my junior and senior years.
Oh. Two years. Two years.
Um, where were you in school before that?
We're straying. We've agreed to new language.
What difference does it make where she went to high school?
My mother, uh, growing up was, um, she was tough.
We had a strained relationship.
And when I was 14, she sent me to school in Vermont.
A reform school.
Allura.
Fuck. Babe, I had no idea.
I know. Schools like that are meant to break kids,
but they didn't succeed in their effort with myself.
But not so much with my father.
Oh, baby.
When he learned what happened, what really happened,
the abuse, physical, psychological, worse,
he pulled me right out, but the guilt destroyed him.
- Mm. - He saved my life,
but he ended up drinking his own away.
So when he died, I started a scholarship fund
and I put it in his name.
So that's the nature of the trust.
Uh, A-Allura, we may have our differences,
but, uh, no child deserves that.
Yes. Gut-wrenching.
But back to the language, the trust…
I imagine, also funds scholarship opportunities
for students from this, this torture school, yes?
It does not.
And why is that?
Because when I was able to do so,
I bought that fucking school,
and I shut it down because no other young woman
should have to go through what I went through.
But you knew that already, didn't you?
How could I?
I don't see that acquisition reflected
anywhere in the assets declaration.
Alright. Sidebar.
Each party, one at a time. Ms. Grant, you first.
What is the number one rule for every prenup we've drawn up?
Disclose every asset.
And what's the number two rule?
If you make a mistake, get your girl Emerald to cover your tracks.
- Ms. Greene. - Kidding.
Not kidding.
Your Honor, we are talking about an abandoned building
in rural Vermont.
To think that this asset could in any way have altered
Chase's decision to sign the prenup and marry Allura
- is ludicrous. - Mm.
Ms. Dome is grasping at straws that simply aren't there.
Maybe so.
But, Allura, while I am sympathetic to your story,
the fact that you did not disclose this gives me pause
as to what other misrepresentations you may be guilty of.
I've got to take this into consideration.
She is so full of shit.
Ms. Dome, you're salivating.
You know, I have to say, I'm not too happy
with how this evidence was introduced.
Ms. Grant introduced it herself.
After a very leading cross-examination.
But you knew challenging the prenup would expose you to risk.
So, you just manipulated the system to avoid that risk.
And that, Your Honor, is what is called good lawyering.
How the information came up doesn't change the facts.
Allura failed to disclose a major asset
which brings into question the validity of the entire prenup.
I will make that call.
Well, you had better,
if you want my firm to keep coughing up
fat day rates for cushy mediation gigs.
Cushy?
As a barbed wire bed.
You know, Carr, I don't do too well with blackmail.
I'm not blackmailing you, I'm threatening you.
- Ah. - Bone up on your coercion tactics.
Well, we're certainly off to a spirited start.
My assessment: your failure to disclose
a significant asset could, if taken to court,
indeed be cause for setting aside this entire agreement…
- Your Honor… - But… Ah, bup-bup-bup.
I'm guessing neither party is desirous
of a lengthy, expensive public battle.
So, for the purpose of this mediation,
why don't we proceed as if there is no prenup…
and just see how that looks.
You did good. Best decision I ever made.
Best professional decision I ever made.
Our joining forces. You're really something.
Dr. Shaw, my old mentor at Georgetown,
used to say, "You must cultivate a nose like a bloodhound.
Find the stink, find the truth."
What was it with you in there?
We used to be friends once upon a time,
but now I realize I never really knew her,
where she came from, the horrors she endured.
She never really let me in. The door was never really open.
On the outside then, on the outside now.
Hardly on the outside.
You just stormed the gates without a shot being fired.
So we enjoy the present, savor the taste of victory,
and send the queen packing once and for all.
Oh, yes. Motherfucker, yes.
You're letting propriety take precedence.
I refuse to play their game.
I will not sink down to their level.
It is sink or swim, Dina.
When they go low…
We go to fucking hell.
With what I have on Carr,
we could bury them, put her out of business,
and in the process, save our own.
I will not condone using a video that was obtained illegally.
Who cares how it was obtained? We're not in fucking court.
The answer is no.
- But… - It is not how I practice law.
What?
Do you feel sorry for this mean, vindictive bitch?
Is that it? 'Cause I…
What am I missing here?
Make it make sense.
What if, all those years ago,
when Allura and Liberty came to tell me they were leaving,
I told them they could take you and Carr?
It would have changed her life.
Changed mine.
Yes, but yours didn't need changing.
You would have been fine,
even thrived, no matter where you were.
But Carr…
…I didn't see it then.
I didn't think about what she needed…
how I could have helped her become her best self.
Now, instead of that,
she became a monster.
I will not cause her any more pain
than I've already caused.
Now, it makes sense.
It makes you make sense.
The way that you are. So controlled.
I hate that you had to go through that.
Allura, I-I'm sorry.
Don't.
Don't ever say those two words in a courtroom or a law office.
It can be taken as an admission of guilt.
Look, I know it can be hard to talk about things like that.
I just wish we had more.
We're back in.
Allura.
Enemy. War. Don't forget.
Our offer has been the same since day one.
The properties, as agreed upon, one million per month in alimony
and a 50% stake in Grant, Ronson, Greene, and Associates.
And in exchange, Ms. Grant takes everything else.
Everything. Including…
The embryos at the Horizon IVF clinic.
Allura, you're not going to get pregnant
without scientific assistance, and I think we both know that.
And you stand even less chance of freezing another viable egg.
Those embryos are your shot.
And by the grace of God,
I am giving you a shot at that shot.
My guardian angel. It's a good play.
You're very clever, Carr.
You know who else is, uh, very clever?
The fine folks at Horizon IVF.
They are so clever that they have protected themselves
against being embroiled in sticky, icky custody battles.
"In the event of a dispute regarding custody of embryos,
"if parties cannot reach a mutual agreement
"and the matter is escalated to legal action
"or a court proceeding,
"the clinic shall, in accordance with its policies,
proceed with the destruction of embryos."
That means the clock is ticking, sister.
And unless you can provide proof
that the matter has been resolved today,
the Brady Bunch gets the goldfish treatment, down the tube.
Likely sometime Friday afternoon
if I send a notice of legal dispute tomorrow morning.
Forty-eight hours.
Tick-tock, Clarice.
You poor girl.
I have become all too familiar with pain lately
and with those who try so desperately to mask it.
Carr, I utterly failed you.
Oh.
Well, uh, I accept your apology,
Mommy Dearest.
And I forgive you.
Oh, wait. No, I fucking don't.
So now, what will it be?
The great female dilemma: work or family?
The firm or kiddos? Checkmate.
- Is it, though? - I think so.
See, checkmate would imply I have no moves left,
that you hold all the power.
- Allura. - But you don't.
Allura, stop.
There are no embryos, Carr. They didn't take.
I implanted the last two on my own three weeks ago,
and I got my period this morning.
So no babies from the dream team.
Probably for the best.
Uh, th-this is what? A joke?
Judge DeLancie, I would like 10 minutes alone with my client.
- Wait, are you serious, Allura? - Shh!
So, so y-you're telling me you,
I-I'm sorry,
- illegally implanted embryos… - Yep.
…that were communal property with my client, human lives,
and in the process, murdered them.
They didn't take.
You are so done.
We will see you in court.
We will be filing, uh, additional suits
for theft, damaged property,
and I guess I'll go easy on you, manslaughter.
Enough, Carr!
Oh.
Is it true, Allura?
- Sit down. - Are they gone?
- Sit the fuck down. - I'm so sorry.
I don't care if I'm not supposed to say it.
I'm sorry, Allura. I'm so sorry.
And this ends today. All of it.
Lawsuits, court, manslaughter? No!
Listen to me, you fucking moron. She just committed a felony.
Which means she has handed us this entire proceeding
on a diamond-encrusted platter.
Let us do the job that you have hired us to do.
I said no.
Alright.
Have it your way, Burger King.
I'm still taking your fucking law firm.
Uh, Your Honor, a moment.
Yeah, I understand.
Thank you. I'll be there shortly.
It's the hospice nurse.
Oh, my God, Dina.
Just when you think it couldn't possibly get any worse,
the world finds a way to prove you wrong.
This is the worst time for Liberty to be across town doing arbitration.
- You need to go. - Yeah.
It's on you now.
Yes, Emerald, it's on you.
You need to take the lead.
Okay, w-wait. This case could decide the firm's future.
I've never led a case like this before.
You have faced stakes much higher than this when you were a cop.
- But… - Life and death, for God's sake.
You know how to read people, how to think on your feet,
how to stay cool under pressure.
You have been the lead on this from get-go.
Allura hired you for a reason.
I know you can do it because I trained you.
Right, I'm just saying that Allura deserves…
You. Allura needs and deserves you.
I count myself one fucking lucky woman
to have Emerald Greene representing me.
Okay, I will do my best.
Stay strong, girl. You're in excellent hands.
Dina…
stay strong yourself, and please let us know how he is.
Buckle up, girlfriend.
If we're gonna win this, we gotta do it my way.
No more playing nice. We are taking them to the mat.
- You with me? - Every step of the way.
If we can't find a resolution today, this case goes to court.
But make no mistake, it will be tried in the press.
There will be a winner and a loser.
But it's all gonna come down to one thing,
and that is character.
And y'all have been coming after Allura's character all day
with your dirty, nasty games.
But it's our turn now.
And there is nothing dirtier or nastier
than the motherfucking truth.
- Mm. - Carr, Alberta,
you're not getting this law firm.
Not 50%. Not one goddamn percent.
And you are not taking so much
as a goddamn ballpoint pen out of this building.
Ooh, enough edging, Counselor. Let us cum already.
Mm. Right.
December 13, 2022, Rams versus the Chargers.
Not Chase's finest hour.
At every pivotal moment, Mr. Munroe's performance
deviates from his usual mechanical excellence.
The rhythm of that entire game just didn't add up.
From the beginning to the end, there were a series of mistakes
that mathematically could not have happened by mere chance.
Each of these mistakes aligns precisely
with the flurry of targeted high-stakes bets
coming from known associates from a gambling syndicate,
a pattern that aligns perfectly with,
what would you call it, Mr. Munroe?
Oh, yeah, a fix.
That's not true. She's lying.
The question is, why?
Why would someone at the height of their career
do something so objectively dumb?
Well, there's another piece to the puzzle.
Come to find out that your client is a card shark.
Let's take a look at these emails.
This exchange is with a ranking member
of the very same syndicate
that placed those high-stakes gambling bets,
where your client says, and I quote,
"It's time for me to clear my debts."
He asked for a solution that will make
his financial problems disappear quickly
at any cost.
So, you hacked into our client's email?
It's not hacking if my client has the password.
Ace sleuthing, Ms. Marple.
Those will do great on those conspiracy theory subreddits.
- Next. - Yeah.
I have to agree with Ms. Lane here.
The evidence, while compelling,
is not admissible in the scope of this proceeding.
Alright?
I mean, beyond using it for leverage, it's worthless.
So why don't we just all move on here
in a more resolution-oriented manner, shall we?
You got it, Judge.
Let's move on.
Chase Munroe is an equal-opportunity cheater.
He cheats at the game, he cheats at life,
and he cheats on his wife.
And yes, I know California is a no-fault state,
so there is no price to be paid for infidelity.
And this is why I fight.
I fight for women like Allura,
for women like Milan who is carrying your baby.
And why I will keep fighting to expose assholes like you.
Exposing assholes.
Are you sure you're not talking about your steamy photo shoot, Em?
What?
I know you, uh, scrubbed the internet of those pictures,
but do not worry. I saved the screenshots.
You know, just in case you want to share them with the grandkids.
And these will look real good on page six.
"Grant, Ronson, and Greene: Exposing Assholes." Ha!
This ends… today.
Okay.
All of this, whatever you are…
is over, bitch.
Oh, yeah?
Don't you think you're being a little bit of a hard ass,
Officer Pryzn…
Officer Przybylski?
Because, honestly, I really feel like in my opinion,
I deserve, uh, a-an excellent conduct medal…
- Your Honor. - …because if I had stayed
and-and given my extremely hot,
extremely horny young client a blowjob,
then I never would have blown a.09
into your foul-smelling breathalyzer.
Talk about blowing it.
This is the part for your grandkids.
Ma'am, I need to remind you that this is being recorded.
I don't give a shit,
because all I'm doing is telling the truth.
I'm not saying a single lie, okay?
I, for one, did not suck off my client,
even though I could've, 'cause boy, this girl,
she's got no gag reflex.
Look, you're an attorney, so you know
that given your present condition, it's probably best…
Yeah, given my present condition is unjustly…
Turn it off.
Zip it.
- I need a man. - "…man."
I need a Scorpio man.
You fucking bitches!
Give me that.
- Give me that fucking thing! - Whoa, Carr. Carr.
- Give it to me right this… - What is wrong with you?
Fucking give it to me. You really are just a dirty fucking cop.
A slithering snake with a law degree.
- You know what I'm gonna do? - Carr.
- I'm… Get the fuck off of me. - Carr.
I am going to report your ass to the fucking state bar…
- Do it. - …tell them how you used
your former law enforcement contacts
to access privileged fucking information.
- Goddamnit, turn off! - Your Honor, this is a smear tactic…
Counselors, this is not a court of law.
Maybe, but it's extremely unethical, Judge DeLancie?
- Ms. Greene, attempting to impugn the… - You knew about this, didn't you?
What'd you think you were going to do with it, huh?
What, you-you were gonna release it to Daily Mail?
You think you were going to ruin me with it?
No, Carr. But like they say, "The truth will out."
You want the truth? I will give you truth.
No more protecting poor little put-upon Allura!
I fucked your husband!
- Oh, yeah. - That is…
Not once, many times before and after the split.
- Come on. - Carr, come on.
Tell her how he made me cum
again and again and again.
- Carr. - Tell her how my moans
got you so hard you couldn't stop yourself.
How you exploded inside me, in my mouth,
- in my ass, in my pussy! - Carr.
And how I kept screaming until your neighbors called
and said, "Hey, what the fuck is going on in there?
Maybe some human ritualistic sacrifice going on."
Carr. Carr! Carr, come on.
Let me tell you something.
Because here's the deal.
There's one cold, hard truth,
which is that I am better than you.
I am better than you in every single way imaginable.
I am a better lawyer, a better lover, a better mother,
which is something you will never,
ever be, you infertile, career-obsessed bitch!
Carr!
For God's sake.
Jesus.
Come on.
Carr. Carr!
Carr.
You happy?
Alright, everybody out! I said get out!
Get the fuck out of here, for God's sake!
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Settle.
You know Chase doesn't deserve half this law firm.
And I don't believe you feel good about getting it for him.
Yeah, well, I didn't want it for him. I wanted it for me.
I wanted the satisfaction of watching it be dismantled
and sold off to some flesh-eating venture capitalist
for scraps.
You have no idea how hard my life is.
Raising a daughter on my own, running a business on my own,
and I… I feel…
I am 100% alone with all of it.
Okay, Pot. It's me, Kettle, the single mother of three boys.
So bring it down just a little bit.
Carr, you remind me so much of myself.
When I went back to school to get my law degree
and those rich bitches at Sigma Delta Kappa
told me I couldn't pledge because I wasn't a good fit…
I wanted to burn that place to the fucking ground.
And then I realized
I don't need these bitches to tell me I'm good enough.
I just kept proving it over and over again
while rising above them all.
What's your point?
You do not have to try to destroy us
just to prove you're as good as we are.
Better. I am better than you.
Possibly.
Definitely.
Your client wants to settle.
No.
He doesn't want this shit to get out.
Hell, I don't want this shit to get out.
The shit about you?
If I don't have to, I don't want to destroy someone
that I admire, even, fuck me for saying it,
have been inspired by.
Who the fuck are you talking about? Me?
You… Look…
get him what California law allows.
Allura is willing.
Drop going after the firm,
and I will make you an offer you can't refuse.
You'll repress the recording? Goodie.
I will also put in a good word for your daughter.
How about that?
I know that she's applying to Benedict Hall.
I also know that they like her.
But the application process is competitive
like you would not believe.
But I got drafted to be on the board.
Now, normally, it's not my bag. I would have said no.
But I love that place. My boys thrived there.
And I think Amabel will too.
Why are you being nice to me?
And why would you do anything for me, for my daughter,
after… what I did in there…
after what I've become?
Because maybe we had something to do with it.
We should have asked you to come with us.
I don't think I ever imagined how much pain that must have caused you.
How much pain I must have caused.
Whatever you decide, whatever you recommend to Chase,
it still doesn't change or excuse what I did.
If I could take it back,
if I could rewrite history, I would.
It's time for this to all be over, Carr.
All of it.
Ick. Hugging.
Oh, well…
whatever.
We-we would have been at each other's throats if we partnered.
Yeah, your sense of design, Jesus Christ.
I mean, that is really, pff.
This, uh, greige color palette evidently inspired by Rikers,
I never, never could have lived with that.
So…
fifty-fifty split.
Personal assets only as originally agreed upon.
If you tell anyone we had this fucking conversation,
I'll-I'll kill you both.
I think we're done here.
We had a good ride, didn't we, Dougie?
Damn good.
It's okay.