9-1-1

Look at him, just sitting there doing paperwork.

Eating toast like he didn't just fire his best friend.

- Someone needs to talk to him. - Yeah, they do.

So are you gonna?

I thought you were gonna.

Well, I'm his brother-in-law.

I can't be the one to tell him he made a massive mistake firing Hen.

I'm Hen's new work husband.

I can't tell her ex-work husband I side with her.

Even if what he did was warranted.

Warranted?

So you're not on Hen's side. You're on his.

You're on the side of the firing squad.

He banished her because she's sick.

Because she lied.

She spent months hiding her symptoms from him, from us.

Well, maybe she was scared.

Did he go a little far? Yeah. But that's just chain of command.

Oh, my God. You and chain of command. "Yes, sir. Eddie, sir."

- We're a paramilitary organization. - So is the Mob, what's your point?

You know what? You're right.

I am, thank you for noticing.

You're welcome.

And because you stated it so well,

I think you should be the one to talk to Chim.

- Okay, I'm not gonna talk to him. - Where is he?

Uh…

Just…

How's your breakfast?

I hope you don't choke on it.

I take it you spoke with Hen?

Yes, I like to get information before I react.

I find it useful.

She could've died, Athena,

and she risked everybody's life doing that.

That was the information I was reacting to.

She should've told me the truth.

So you kick her when she's down?

This house is supposed to be a family. You tossed her out of it.

You're right, I know.

- You do? - Of course I do.

Hen really hates me, huh?

You need to fix this.

I know. How do I fix it?

Families have squabbles. Just ask my mother.

Now, if you wait too long, they turn into a grudge,

and that's harder to fix.

Yeah, just ask my father.

And you're right… …I'll talk to her.

Good man, Chim.

Nothing about this is irreconcilable.

On the grounds of irreconcilable differences,

the court hereby orders the dissolution of this marriage.

All marital assets shall be divided equally,

with the exception of the LLC established prior to the marriage,

which shall remain the defendant's separate property.

So ordered.

Congratulations, Mr. Montridge.

He got everything. The, uh…

The art, the house in Aspen, even the car he gave me for my birthday.

I'm sorry, Dina.

He said we were partners. It's supposed to be 50-50.

Dina.

Dina. Dina, wait.

Asher, that is not your car.

And that is the first thing she's been right about in 30 years.

Correct, Ms. Montridge.

That car belongs to the LLC, which I like to call Ladies Lose in Court.

Oh!

You're all crooks.

Gentlemen, cigars and drinks are on me,

and if you're lucky, I'll even let you take a ride in my…

My car!

- Here's your car, sir. - Thank you.

- Get out of here. - Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

- No, no, no! - Come back with my car!

911, what's your emergency?

A crazy woman stole my Maserati.

Do you have a description?

The car, silver, primo condition. The woman, less so, my ex-wife Dina.

She's driving up Coldwater just past the 101.

- Sir, are you following her? - She took my car!

If she's in your car, then whose car are you in?

Um…

727-L-30,

I have a report of a stolen Maserati northbound on Coldwater Canyon.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30. I'm in pursuit.

Be advised the caller reporting the theft is also in pursuit,

also in a stolen vehicle.

- Sir, are you still there? - Uh, yeah. Damn it, I lost her. Hold on.

- Oh. Miss me already? - This isn't a joke, Dina. I called 9-1-1.

- You're bluffing. - I'm merging.

Hello, 911 operator. Will you talk some sense into the missus?

Ex-missus. He tell you he stole my car?

Wait, I… I thought you stole his car.

Half, you putz. I want half. I earned it.

Okay, may-maybe we save this

for when we're both not driving 60 miles an hour.

Does your attorney do criminal law?

I mean, I'm not sure he actually does marital law,

but maybe he can give you a discount because you're gonna need it.

- I'm hanging up now. - Not if I hang up on you first.

Ma'am, is this your car?

It's half mine.

- Excuse me? - She's lying.

- Sir, please step back. - Officer, this is grand theft auto.

He's a fraud, Officer.

- He's been hiding assets in his LLC. - Hey!

Sir, step back!

Where did you get that car?

Hey! Hey!

You got to be kidding me.

Don't even think about it.

Dispatch, 727-L-30. I have no visual on the suspect.

I repeat, I have no vi…

Dispatch, get me Fire and Medical at Sheldon and Arleta.

- Are you okay? Get to the curb. - Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

- She came out of nowhere. - Dina?

Dina!

Oh, my God.

Help!

Please help me!

Help!

Help!

Help is on the way.

Appreciate your concern, but, people, stay next to your car.

Stay back, all right? Stand clear.

- Buck, jaws. We're gonna need 'em. - Yeah.

Looks like Fast and the Furious .

Yeah, she was that.

All right, she's conscious but trapped.

I think the car must have spun out before hitting the truck,

and that's how she ended up…

No, over here. Luckily, she got thrown into the back seat.

How does anyone survive something like that?

A miracle.

All right, I want both vehicles stabilized. Chocks and cribbing.

Ma'am, LAFD!

Can you tell me your name and where you are?

Dina Montridge.

I-I-I'm in the back of my car, which should legally belong to me.

At least half of it.

Okay, can you move your toes?

It's tight, but yeah.

All right, we'll fix that for you.

I'm okay to extricate if you are.

This metal's barely holding up.

If we use the jaws, it might compromise it even more.

We can't get through the roof until we move this truck.

Uh, hey, Cap, what about this?

We can pull her out through the trunk.

All right, I need a Sawzall and a gurney!

I'm on it.

Okay, almost there.

Okay, done!

Here, take this.

Okay, ma'am, keep your eyes closed. We got you.

Okay, if I can get your hand?

- Ow. Ah. - Yeah, we got you, we got you.

Eddie.

There you go.

Nice and easy.

Oh, my God. My baby!

Sir, she's gonna be okay. Just give her some space.

I meant the car.

Let's talk about the other car, the one you stole.

What?

How are you feeling, Dina?

Better now that I got my half.

I think you might have gotten the wrong half.

It's okay with me.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers!

Well, I think you might need some new ones,

the criminal kind.

Okay, get her in.

I know. I know. I'll talk to Hen.

Soon. Before it turns into this.

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