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Deb: Coming! Hello!

Hi. Deb.

My name is Joy Hartman. I'm a detective with the NYPD.

Oh.

I wanted to speak with you about your ex-husband, Keith Powell.

He's not dead, is he? I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

So, what was your relationship with him like?

Sometimes good, sometimes not good.

It was a relationship. Right.

And, um, have you been to Montreal in the past couple of weeks?

All right, you know what?

I'm not one of these ladies with wet hair

who kills the father of her child, all right?

So you can just put that shit to rest.

If you're looking for a bad guy,

why don't you look into who Fat Franky is.

Hey, Crystal. Did you ever ask your family about Fat Franky?

Family? Yeah.

What about my family?

Did you ever ask them about Fat Franky?

My family would have to be in the mob

to know about a guy named Fat Franky.

My family's not in the mob.

My father has a very reputable construction company.

All right, look.

His girlfriend told us there's this guy named

Fat Franky who's been causing trouble.

So he had a girlfriend? Check with her.

* Obedear, the sky is low

* Watch fluent seamen rig their rudders *

El? I have to leave now, I have my rehearsal!

Sweetheart?

Is everything okay?

Can I go in, you think? He's okay.

Uh, I do think you should keep your energy,

you know, like, light and airy.

Yes. Yeah.

Come in!

Hey, Baba ganoush! Hey, Pita Bread!

Okay, it's insane that you're here.

I'm literally writing about you right now.

All good things, I hope.

I actually just finished an entire sentence

about how you and I can sit in silence together

and envision what the other person's thinking.

Like, let's do it. Let's sit in silence.

Track lighting. Yeah.

Ahh!

So, El, I was, um, thinking maybe you should just see

a...doctor for the rash.

Oh, no. As long as I'm not exposed to the sun ever again,

I'll be totally fine.

El, you're scaring me. I got you, girl!

Hey.

Dory. What are you doing here?

I just came to bring him these.

It's really not a good time right now.

He's losing it, and I'm late for my first rehearsal.

Right, yeah, I mean, I'll just drop them off with -- No!

I don't want him getting crazier.

Right. I mean, I seriously can't just --

Dory.

I told you it's not a good time,

please don't throw a fit about it, okay?

Portia.

[ Intro to "They Always Fly Away" by Blouse plays ]

* Do you want to follow me indoors? *

* Get the elevator to my floor

* There's a lonely blackbird... *

Ugh!

Oh, my God. Are you okay, ma'am? I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God, I feel so bad.

Oh, my God, Molly? Oh no, I'm so sorry!

This makes it so much worse.

I'm sorry, I was late to work, and I knocked you down.

It's fine, don't worry. Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. Drew, right? Yeah. Yeah, Drew.

Yes. We met at the drink thing.

Oh, that was so fun. Yes. Yes, um.

Well, it was nice to see you. Yeah, it was so good to see you.

I feel so stupid --

No. No! I -- I got to run. Bye!

Sorry! No -- no problem!

So, we actually do taco Wednesdays,

which is kind of fun.

That's Tim, our accountant. He's kick-ass at bowling!

So, this is it.

This is headquarters, AKA your new home!

Take it in.

That's Clayton, the Communications Director.

You won't be working with him,

but that's okay because he's a meanie.

I said, he's a meanie!

Now let me show you to Mary's office,

she wants to greet you, but usually, like,

don't knock on her door or anything,

'cause she's, like, really, really busy,

and she does not have time for you.

Uh, Mary! Dory Seif and Julian Marcus are here for you.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!

Was that my fault or you fault?

I feel like that was not my fault.

What an entrance! Are you okay? Yeah, I'm so sorry.

Well, Dory actually brought you some flowers.

Oh, no, those weren't -- um, I threw them in the trash.

You threw flowers in the trash?

How strange.

See, I think if I can just make the strips flow,

then it's gonna be easy for me to see

where the story problems are. I got it.

Okay, babe, uh, I'm gonna tell you something,

and I don't want you to freak out.

Okay. We are officially out of aluminum foil.

But we need to cover the windows.

Trust me, I think it'll be okay

if a little sunlight gets on some of these strips.

Okay. Do you see where we are right now?

We are 20, maybe 30 minutes away

from the sunlight hitting one of the strips!

Do you not give a shit?!

I do, I really do, and -- and I -- Good!

I'm trying, but I've never had to do this before!

But I want to do it right!

I want you to look back after you're better

and think I did it right!

Well, you're not doing it right,

and you've never done it right, and I'm sorry,

but I don't ask for a lot either.

You ask for so much.

you have expectations that literally no one can fulfill.

Well, if I have expectations that nobody can fulfill,

maybe I shouldn't be with anybody, should I?

You don't mean that. You embarrass me, Marc.

And it's sad that I feel that I deserve to be

with someone who's less deep than me,

who's less smart than me, and not dynamic in...

the... least-ah!

I am so sick of chasing after you!

Ow! My balls!

You will never find someone who puts up with your shit!

You will die alone!

From the world of darkness,

I hereby loose demons and devils.

The power of scorpions will torment you.

Death to pigs!

Sup -- Pfah!

I'm sorry. Sorry. Shit! What happened?

I'm still struggling with the language, okay?

Why? I just -- I don't identify

with that kind of susceptibility, I don't know.

I mean, I can work on finding the motivation another way,

I just don't -- I don't think that this is like me.

North Star.

Why are you, um, doing that?

Sorry, me? Mm-hmm.

Am I -- Am I North Star? Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

I don't really know you that well,

and you're so talented, um...

But I just want to say,

you absolutely have the susceptibility to do this,

like all of us do.

I really think good, smart people have the potential

to make really big mistakes.

Okay, I wouldn't call the Manson Murders a mistake.

This was full-blown carnage as a result of mental illness.

Yeah, but susceptibility isn't mental illness --

I'm sorry, what are you defending?

I'm sorry, I know everyone's arguing,

but we're due for a five.

Okay. Take five, go tinkle.

North Star. I'm so sorry.

Do you like spaghetti?

I'm making you dinner tonight.

Alan. Hey, buddy. What's going on?

What, are you slogging down some English breakfast?

Earl Grey, actually.

Toss a little milk in there, get down,

have yourself a little party?

So, how's it going? Good. Good. Good, good, good.

I want to tell you,

I bumped into your wife at a bodega in midtown.

She's really sweet.

Yeah, she's the best. Yeah, she is.

Yeah, she's, um, she's a really wonderful woman.

You know, I hesitate to tell you this,

but when I, um, ran into her at the bodega,

she seemed a little nervous.

And at first, I didn't really think anything of it,

I was like, whatever.

But then I saw her cross the street and meet up with someone,

and it was a man.

Oh...

Yeah, she has friends in town,

so that was probably what that was.

No, I don't think so.

I didn't have my glasses on, so maybe -- it's not for sure --

but I think, um...

I think it was Max.