The Client List

Previously on The Client List...

Kyle Parks, you're under arrest. Hands behind your back.

Reporter: Mr. Parks was arrested last night

and is being held at Harris County jail.

All right. I'm hiring an attorney.

You are not bailing that man out of trouble.

All we need is a $5,000 retainer.

I don't have that kind of cash on me.

How can I help you today?

I need to open a small line of credit on my house

for some attorney fees.

Monroe: Riley Parks, Detective Monroe.

Detective Dunbar -- Houston P.D.

I played with Kyle at U.T. Manny Monroe. Manny the Man!

Manny the Man might be your friend, but I'm not.

Did Mr. Parks ever give you any of his funds off the sale

of the stolen copper wire? No.

No one has given me any money.

Why are you standing by him?

He is Katie and Travis' daddy.

Are you sure you're doing this for the kids and not you?

I promise.

I've been there for her.

And there was nothing in it for you, right?

Don't you think we deserve a little selfish time?

Riley, what are you getting at?

I think you should sell the Rub.

I'll make payments. I'd be the owner.

Think about it.

I'm selling you the spa. Okay.

Jolene and Kendra just quit.

Yeah, and Dee Ann hurt her knee at zumba.

I called in a favor from one of my very powerful clients.

Hello, Judge Overton.

After that nasty business with the councilman,

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep them away from her.

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Oh, yeah.

Does that feel good to you?

Mm, yeah. It's great!

Can I, uh, turn over now?

Oh, sure.

Sure.

Mm.

How's that pressure? Oh, yeah.

You sure?

Oh, yeah. Yeah!

Oh!

Ah.

Yeah.

Thank God.

Oh. You were amazing, as usual.

Mm.

You know, some girls would get their feelings hurt

that you cry, Walter.

Yeah, that's -- that's why you're my favorite.

You get me.

Oh, I'm sorry. I went over my hour.

Oh, did you?

I didn't even notice.

Longest day ever.

No. Best day ever.

I'm telling you -- Kyle getting arrested here

was so good for business.

Less girls means more money for us.

And by "us," I mean me.

Thank you, little miss sensitivity.

Ohh.

All right. What's wrong with you?

I feel like my arm's about to fall off.

It's peckeritis.

Is that really a thing? Yeah.

All right. You know how some supermarket cashiers

get carpal tunnel from working the register,

except they're making change, and you're making, well...

Really? Peckeritis? Yeah! Yeah!

Can you straighten your arm?

Yeah, of course I can s-- ohh!

I told you.

Oh, my God! It's really a thing.

Yeah, well, just, uh...

But don't try to submit it for insurance.

Selena, stop.

Ohh. That leaves us only one solution.

Yeah, give me all your clients.

No. We have to hire new girls.

And by "we," I mean me.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow.

Aww.

Hey, I thought you said you were gonna wait for me.

Yeah. It's all right. I got it.

Didn't you say you hurt your arm at work?

No, it's just -- ohh! You got it?

It doesn't look like you got it.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

You all right?

How's your arm? Ow.

You know, maybe someone should take care

of your aches and pains for once.

That is nice... for an amateur.

Very funny.

What the hell you got in here, anyway?

A bunch of bricks?

Oh. No, it's -- ow --

a box of old pageant stuff.

Don't tell me you're busting out the old tiara.

Oh. That is a good look.

No, Katie needs a costume

for this Texas Wildlife day thing,

and she wants to be an armadillo.

So I'm gonna make it.

Oh. That feels good.

Anyway, I know that I've got some fabric in here somewhere.

Oh.

Super mom to the rescue, huh?

Yeah, not to mention super Uncle.

I already told the kids you were going.

Well, kryptonite couldn't keep me away.

Are you doing anything Thursday afternoon?

Uh, let me think -- making this costume, casserole,

and there's a "Hoarders" rerun.

As amazing as that sounds,

I wanted to take you to someplace special.

Oh. I don't know.

I mean, it is a 300-pound woman

whose home is overrun with bunnies.

I can do better than bunnies.

Pick you up at 4:00?

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ow!

The sign is perfect. This place looks great.

The food is fabulous, the ambiance is to die for,

and the management --

you're looking at the new manager

of Harold's Bar --

Houston's latest hot spot.

The manager? Are you serious?

Harold needed a hand in running it,

and if there is one thing I learned

in all my years at the Rub of Sugar Land, it's --

how to give a man a hand. Mm-hmm.

Okay. Don't tell me.

Riley Parks.

My Georgia can't stop talking about you.

I'm Harold. It's a pleasure.

Likewise.

And thank you for freeing up my baby's time

and handling everything at the spa.

Oh, well... I'm an expert handler.

Well, welcome to my place.

I'm sure we'll see each other soon.

Mwah!

Ladies, excuse me.

Ooh. He is handsome.

Isn't he, though?

And as sweet as sugar.

That's why he can never find out about the spa.

Woman, it's in the vault.

Oh, honey!

I can't take cash.

But you said that I could make payments.

You're not changing your mind about selling the Rub.

No, no, honey.

I'm getting out of the game,

but you can't pay me with this.

This deal has got to be completely aboveboard

for me and for you.

Okay.

I'll get you a check.

Harold: Sweetie.

There's a girl here to see you

about that waitress position.

Okay. Tell her I'll be right there.

Look, Georgia, I'm getting ready to hire some new girls myself,

so how do I know who to trust?

Take your time. Follow your gut.

There's a lot more at stake at the Rub

than just messing up a drink order.

One bad decision,

and everything we've worked for goes down the drain.

What's going on?

The judge moved up the bail hearing.

I tried to call you, but it was all over in 10 minutes.

Okay. What happened?

Well, we pled not guilty to first-degree felony larceny.

So, they're gonna release him on bail,

you told the judge that he's got family here?

The D.A. argued that he's a flight risk

and a danger to the community.

Well, that's just ridiculous. I mean, what's the bail?

$75,000.

Is that judge on crack?

$75,000, Kyle?