Previously on Necessary Roughness...
I will trash my career if I want to!
Dr. Dani, how'd you like your very first pro wide receiver
as a client?
Hell, yeah. What's up, sexy lady? How you doin'?
I am not a hooker. I'm a therapist.
Nico. I work for the team. You know Marshall Pittman?
He's like an eccentric media mogul --
owns networks and teams, including the New York Hawks.
Who's the attractive woman?
That would be Gabrielle Pittman.
I was involved with Gabrielle Pittman
before she met Marshall.
- You're the boss. - The boss's wife.
I have strict instructions from your father,
Marshall -- not to step in again.
Juliette told me how you helped her get into a rehab.
Matthew. I'm a trainer... for the Hawks.
I know what I want. Let me know if you're in.
Nico.
Something happened to T.K.
He's been shot.
If you've ever fallen into a pool...
Danielle! Danielle! ...Almost drowned,
you know the feeling of being underwater.
You can't breathe.
Pressure builds around you as you sink to the bottom.
Danielle!
And you wonder
if this might very well be your last day on earth.
Got a 29-year-old male.
Gunshot wound to the chest and right thigh.
B.P. is 90 over 60 and dropping.
Mr. King, can you hear me?
Mr. King?!
♪ I hold the devil's hand ♪
♪ while you're preaching to the choir ♪
♪ marching through the land ♪
♪ snakeskin on your worn-down feet ♪
♪ while you slip into the desert ♪
♪ try to beat the heat... ♪
Right angle. More suction.
I see the bullet --
lodged in the back of the right lung.
Vitals are unstable.
Get the staplers ready.
B.P.'s 70 over 40 and dropping.
Lost his pulse.
Patient's arresting. Starting cardiac massage.
Give me some EPI and some bicarb.
Paddles. Go right to 50.
Charging. Stand back.
All clear? Clear!
Coach.
Hey, Doc. I'm Coach Purnell.
How's he doing?
It was touch-and-go there for a while,
but he pulled through.
He was shot once in the right thigh, once in the side.
Suffered a punctured lung, tremendous blood loss.
But he's gonna be all right, right?
He's had a severe physical trauma.
It's going to be a slow recovery.
Can we see him?
I'm so sorry. There was a complication.
- He didn't make it. - What?
You must be his daughter.
Mr. Rothstein was a lovely man.
Rothstein?
No. We're looking for Terrence King.
Oh. My bad.
I think that's him.
Ain't dead yet...
Bitches.
♪ Ain't no upside living on the downside ♪
♪ hey, hey ♪
♪ there ain't no downside ♪
♪ In looking up ♪
♪ Ain't no reason for living this way ♪
I hate that stupid, chirpy, happy sound.
You beat the hell out of it, honey.
Baby, why you got to get up so early?
Daddy's got to go to work.
And I need a minute or two
to get me a little somethin', somethin'.
Oh?
♪ Ain't no upside living on the downside ♪
- Kids? - No.
No, they're supposed to go straight from Ray's to school.
- Oh, okay. - Hmm. ♪ there ain't no downside ♪
Where's your car?
Oh, I always park up the block just in case.
Genius!
Hyah!
Hey, hey, hey. Yoo-hoo. What happened?
- I can't take Mr. Fishy to class. - What? Mr. Fishy?
Isn't he cute? Dad bought him for me last night.
Of course he did. Oh! Hey!
Ray Jay, not out of the carton. Come on.
He eats frozen bloodworms.
Ray Jay!
No. Mr. Fishy. Can you please find a bowl for him?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Now, vamoose. You're gonna be late for school.
Ho, now! Door's thataway.
But I need a warmer jacket. No. Nuh-unh.
It's gonna be a heat wave. It's a -- the -- global warming.
But, mom -- no buts. Okay?
Because, uh, tardiness
leads to truancy and low test scores.
Just -- pah-pah!
Oh, speaking about test scores, the S.A.T. tutor --
I know you wanted me to go with Mrs. Bernstein,
but I found someone better. That's great!
- Olivia di Florio. - She's from up the block. -
She got a 2320 on her S.A.T., and she's half the price.
Awesome! That is perfect! I approve!
Now go learn something!
Oh. Little dude.
That was really close.
Sneaking around. It's always dicey.
I know, but...
I know.
You, uh, don't want to bring me into their world
unless I'm a permanent fixture.
Now, on the other hand...
sneaking around is hot.
Yes, it is hot.
Oh, I got to get to this meeting.
I know.
My lawyer's coming over, and I got papers to sign.
But wait.
These last, uh, six weeks of the off-season --
they have been really, really nice.
It's about to get all "Crazy town" again, isn't it?
Whole new season...
...whole new set of crazy.
Hello?
The Pittmans filed for divorce in Superior Court.
What does that mean for the team?
The Pittmans' divorce is bad news for the Pittmans.
Doesn't have to be bad news for the Hawks.
Hey, coach, there's rumors that the Hawks can't make payroll.
People spout all kinds of nonsense --
we're gonna be sold, go bankrupt,
be abducted by aliens.
Truth is, it doesn't change one damn thing around here.
We're professionals. We have a job to do, a season to plan.
But thanks for your concern.
All right, but what about T.K.?
Is it true that he's holed up in Florida somewhere
and you haven't laid eyes on him?
Boy, I really missed you guys...
Like I miss my annual prostate exam!
You didn't have to come all the way over here, Chip.
Oh. You want some coffee?
Please.
Well, I wanted to deliver your tax returns in...person.
Okay, so... let's do this.
Signed, sealed, delivered, and then we'll be on our way.
My last joint tax return as Sadie Sadie married lady,
and then free and clear.
Boom! Done! Come on.
See, that's the thing, Dani.
It's "boom," but it's not done.
Audited.
Ray! $87,000 in back taxes?!
Yeah, well, apparently the I.R.S. doesn't agree
that those deductions were legal.
You are a never-ending stream of dark, flowing poop.
I got to go. To be continued.
Audited? Ooh. That's a bitch.
You.
Just when I'd forgotten what it's like
to have someone jump out of the bushes.
Aww. You missed me these last six weeks.
Although, I'm guessing you weren't particularly lonely.
So, what's going on in there?
Remind me to program Sports Talk into your car radio.
Hmm? Two hours ago, ESPN reported
that the Pittmans sued and countersued for divorce in Superior Court.
Ohh. What does this all mean?
Well, the Pittmans co-own the Hawks, 50/50.
So control of the team is officially up for grabs.
Mnh.
Speaking of Pittman,
did you ever get to talk to him about you and Gabrielle?
We got bigger things on our plate right now.
Stop listening to bull-crap rumors on talk radio!
Good morning.
Name one good thing about it.
Where the hell is Marshall Pittman?
He's underground. We can't find him.
Stupendous.
Our asses are hanging in the breeze,
and he's out playing cowboy somewhere.
All right. Nothing I can do about the Pittmans or the press.
But I've got some player personnel decisions
that can't wait for those two to shoot it out.
How's T.K.?
I -- as you know, he's spent the past month
doing his physical rehab down in Florida,
despite our discomfort with that choice.
Apparently, he came back a couple days ago.
Haven't heard from him.
And I've left him a bunch of messages --
"Call me when you're ready" -- and nothing.
Excuse me.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure.
Bring me back a venti maalox!
All right.
T.K.'s agent, Rob Maroney, is stopping by tomorrow
to let me know just how great T.K.'s doing,
but that man would lie to Santa Claus.
I don't care if you two have to bang down his door.
I need the two of you to set eyes on Terrence King
and let me know if he's ever gonna play football again,
or do I need to find me another wide receiver?
I should have guessed --
10 minutes after the apocalypse,
and the roaches come crawling out of the woodwork.
I come in peace, Nico.
Where is he, Devin?
Tahiti. Budapest.
Maybe Singapore. He's gone off the grid.
Marshall goes radio silent for six weeks,
then blows the team up
without so much as a return phone call.
Now I'm getting S.O.S. e-mails from Juliette Pittman,
but I can't seem to raise her anywhere.
She's a master at getting herself
into situations, isn't she? Mm-hmm.
I know you care about the girl, Nico,
but how many times have you been down this road?
This feels different.
And Marshall shares your concern.
But he has been fairly explicit on this subject.
You are not to help Juliette anymore.
She's his daughter, not yours...
In case you've forgotten, hmm?
Well, somebody has to act like her father.
Hmm.
Marshall will be in contact when he's ready.
Until then, stay on task, and maybe we'll weather the storm.
I just want you to be aware --
big changes coming down the pike.
What kind of changes?
Hope for the best...
prepare for the worst.
No. Before you knock...
he has been through a severe physical and emotional trauma.
There's depression, anger, withdrawal.
Anything is possible.
So I just -- I just want you to be prepared.
Yeah? Got it.
Yo! It's Matty D. And Dr. D!
Your two favorite people!
Is, uh, Terrence here?
Matty D! Dr. D!
Terrence.
I'd like you to meet mis amigas --
Candi, my physical therapist...
Mandi, my spiritual advisor...
and...
this girl right here I met in the elevator yesterday.
Talk about a full-service building.
Uh, we just, uh, came over to see h-how you are.
How am I?
Zenned out like a mother flicker.
Well, hey, that is, uh -- that's great, T.K.
"K.T." What's that?
"T.K." was last year.
Terrence King is gone with the wind...
Reborn "King Terrence"...
Ergo "K.T."
Whoa! T.
Dr. D. Mm-hmm?
It's great to see you.
It's goo-- T. T.
Ahh. It's good to see you, too. That's good.
Matty D. I'm good.
Yeah? Me too. Tempting.
All right. Thanks, buddy.
Ohh.
We dress.
♪ Baby, work your magic on me ♪
♪ Necessary Roughness 2x01 ♪ Shrink or Swim Original Air Date on June 6, 2012
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It's a cane, right?
Yeah.
Wrong. Ha ha! It's a sword!
En garde, slim Jim Silver!
Okay. Okay. That seems a little dangerous.
Nah.
It's like Teddy Bear Roosevelt once said --
Speak softly and carry a big-ass sword cane.
Okay, we could talk about your sword cane all day,
but, uh...
isn't there anything more pressing on your mind?
I know what you want to hear. Yeah?
K.T.'s all freaked out.
His majesty's all pissed off.
I don't want to hear anything other than how you really are.
I'm fine.
Getting shot was a gift. Really.
Dr. D... I was blind...
But now I see.
See what?
I can't really explain that in human language.
Well...
unfortunately, that's the only one we got.
I don't need words.
I know what the earth is thinking.
I know what squirrels are thinking.
I mean, like, not, like, you know, crazy like that.
It's just...
I died on that table for eight seconds, Doc.
I'm one of the few
who's gone to the other side and made it back.
And what happened on the other side?
I saw an angel...
holding a trash bag.
A trash bag?
You know, like, for leaves.
And she was just holding it,
and I just took all the collected bullshit
from the last 20 years and put it into that bag...
twist-tied it, and I chucked it into the spiritual dumpster.
It's gone.
This temple is clean, baby.
What about Vivica?
Yeah. She's in the blue bin. For recycling.
Terrence, when --
when a person has had an experience with a trauma,
like the one you've been through,
it is natural for the body to have certain responses.
Like?
Sleep disruption, recurring memories...
Nope. ...sensitivity to noise, nightmares?
Nope. Withdrawals, uh, flashes of anger.
♪ Nope-ity, nope ♪
How about your injury?
It hurts, but it's part of the game, though.
You know? It's rehab. Don't rehash.
Terrence...
...you were shot.
Doc, people get shot every day. This is America.
Come on!
Listen, I was laying low until I was ready to come back.
A'ight?
Now K.T. is black and "bletter" than "blever."
And I'm ready to receive my public...
in style.
How are you planning on doing that?
Is that...a zip line? Exactly.
K.T. will zip-line over the crowd,
onto the stage, all to the sound
of Elton John singing "The Bitch is Back."
Why not just open up the hotel roof
and have an Apache helicopter drop him in?
Hey. Come on in, Dr. Dani.
You've met Rob Maroney, T.K.'s agent.
Is that a zip-line?
Rob was just explaining how T.K. -- K.T. --
would like to make his entrance
into the fan convention on Friday.
Yeah, T.K. mentioned something about a public appearance
in front of thousands of people?
Yeah, every year, we sell out a hotel ballroom.
Basically, it's fans dropping a bunch of money
to hang out with the players.
So, I-if there are insurance or safety issues
with T.K.'s first proposal,
second proposal -- rise through the floor
with airgun cannons bangin' confetti.
Wow. Okay.
Am I the only one that thinks that's a bad idea?
I'm sorry -- a really bad idea?
No, you are not.
Coach, you are in the middle of a P.R. virus.
You got to change the conversation
from the Pittman death match
to your hero player.
He threw the block that won you a playoff game,
took two bullets, survived.
That is the feel-good story of the millennia.
Grown men weep, little kids wet their diapees,
and T.K. jerseys fly off the shelf, $59.95 a pop...
and you...
you are off the hot seat, Coach.
I hate to be the one to pour cold water
on your P.R. juggernaut here,
but the man was shot.
Posttraumatic stress disorder often doesn't present itself
until four to six weeks after the fact --
as in, right about now.
So until we can assess his state of mind...
They caught the shooter!
T.K. is practically the Dalai fricking Lama.
What more do you people want from this guy?
His refusal to talk about what happened
is a telltale sign of PTSD.
I-I don't know from PTSD.
What I do know is that athletic careers
are made or lost on perception.
To shut down the doubters
on talk radio and around the league,
it is crucial to T.K.'s future that he surface.
Come on, Matt, Coach.
You know what I'm talking about, right?
Dani's the mental-health expert.
If she thinks it's a bad idea, then I defer to her opinion.
Dr. Dani's track record speaks for itself.
Fine. I'll go to the GM's office.
See what they think about you banning
their star player from their convention.
Whoo!
So, "'bird' is to 'nest,'" as...?
Uh...
"'B' -- 'dog' is to 'doghouse'"?
That sounds like the right answer. Hmm.
But it's not.
When you're doing analogies, the first step
is to analyze the nature of the relationship,
and then eliminate which answers are clearly wrong.
But when I analyze a relationship,
I try to see what's right, not what's wrong.
Isn't it hard for you to concentrate with this music on?
No. I feel like it -- it puts me in the right mood.
Okay.
Here, let me try one on my own
just to see if I understand.
"'Iron' is to...
'Magnets'..."
as...
I am to you.
You know, attracted.
What are you doing?
Analogies.
You good-looking jocks are so full of yourselves.
Did you really think you were gonna bag me
like some dumb-ass cheerleader?
No, no, no, no. I think you're a smartass, not a dumba--
look... that came out wrong.
I read books that don't have pictures.
You think "Two and Half Men" is funny.
There is no chance that you and I will hit it now
or tomorrow or a hundred years from tomorrow.
But you did say I was good-looking, right?
Mm-hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
You're missing receipts for 2009 and 2010.
What? Uh, I thought you were just auditing us
for last year's taxes.
Well, by law, we have the right
to assess back taxes as far as three years.
Oh, look, my ex -- my stupid ex-husband --
he ran the business, so it seems unfair
for me to get stuck with half the tax bill
when he's the one at fault.
Don't you think?
Well, remember those vows, "for better or worse"?
Guess which one this is.
♪ Are you ready for this? Are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? Are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? Are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? ♪
♪ are you ready for this? Are you ready for this? ♪
♪ ohh ♪
♪ hey, yo, it's time to get the party started ♪
No, no, no.
Damn it, Cassie, do you know how to spell "King"?
"K-i-n-g"?
Right. Yeah. Very good. You're the "G," girl.
So if you stand in front of the "N,"
looks like my name is pronounced "Kigne."
Diddy would never put up with this,
so we're gonna have to do this over...
and over again...
until somebody... gets it right.
Hey, King Terrence!
What's up?! Maroney! How you doing, boy?
How are you? I'm all right, you know.
I'm just hammering out some choreography with the T-Kettes.
They're gonna part the seas for K.T.'s resurrection.
Yeah, listen, K.T., we have to talk about that...
and your therapist.
Take five, T-Kettes.
Juliette has stone-cold disappeared.
No activity on her credit cards or cellphone
in the past six days.
Six days.
I even had her e-mail account hacked.
Other than the ones she sent you, nada.
Remember her good friend -- Kurt? Yeah.
See if you can track him down.
Ah, and the other thing you inquired about.
Anything there? Oh, yeah.
He's having a liquidity meltdown.
Leveraged all his real-estate holdings to the hilt,
and it goes on and on and on.
Ah, Jesus.
Pittman's debt is twice his asset base.
The Hawks are on life support.
Yeah, well, let's just hope Juliette is not.
Terrence, we didn't have an app--
You tried to get me booted from the convention?
What?
Now, who -- who do you think you are,
telling the team that I'm not ready to go out in public?
Oh. Yeah.
My agent told me everything --
how you're trying to keep me from the fans.
I trusted you, Dr. D!
Now I find out you're going behind my back trying to sabotage me?
Ho, now! Hold on a second.
The team pays me for my opinion
about the best interests of its players.
And, yes, I think that you need more time
to process what happened.
I know what happened!
N.D.E. -- Near-death experience.
Okay, yeah, fine, I came roaring back.
Bitches can't kill me with a couple of slugs!
Why is that so hard for you to get?!
Because not all scars are visible, Terrence.
Because you got shot.
And a trauma like that
can really rock a person's foundation.
My foundation wasn't rocked. It is a rock!
Everybody waiting for the King to cry.
You know?
Look, I'm telling you right now.
I'm from the hood. People get shot.
I'm not crying.
Nobody lives in my head.
Nobody tells me what to do.
And can't nobody tell me what's best for me, not even you.
I'm going to that convention.
Ain't no two ways about that.
And there's nothing that you or your little expert opinion
can do to stop me.
2009 and 2010, Mrs. Santino.
What if I lose my job
and can't afford to send Ray Jay to college?
What if he doesn't get into college?
What if I lose the house?
What if T.K. really thinks he's talking to squirrels?
And I can't burden Matt with this I.R.S. thing.
Ain't nothing less attractive
than a woman with a mountain of debt.
Know what I'm saying?
Ever feel like you're just underwater sometimes?
That was a joke!
Come on. You know that was funny.
Who are you talking to, mom?
Oh, my God.
Um, which sounds worse --
no one or Mr. Fishy?
It's 2:00 in the morning and you're baking?
Mm-hmm. Biscotti.
Is everything okay?
I-I saw all those receipts in your bed.
What are you guys doing up at 2:00 in the morning?
And why are you baking...? Biscotti.
Oh, biscause -- becat --
Because...
I want you to go to college!
♪ Word up, son, this is real, unh ♪
♪ I got a mind full of dreams and a pocketful of nothing ♪
"Up All Night with Irv Superfon"!
And we're back,
talking with New York Hawks receiver Terrence King,
who was telling us about his near-death experience.
That sounds intense.
Mondo intense, Irv.
Nothing puts your life in perspective like being dead.
I'll bet. The whole city was worried about you.
How are you these days?
You know what? Physically, I'm good.
I'm even better metaphysically.
I'm an intergalactic tuning fork.
My molecules are vibrating
in the same frequency as the planet.
That's what happens when you go to the other side, Irv.
So, T.K. -- sorry -- K.T...
Rumors are flying, and the fans want to know --
will you be at the Hawks fan convention?
You're not on the program.
That's an epic typo, Irv.
That's 180 degrees opposite of true.
King Terrence is gonna be at that conference,
you best believe, with bar bells on!
Hey, T.K.! What's the score now?
T.K.? T.K.? Are you still with us?
I guess we must have lost him.
♪ I don't give a damn ♪
♪ King I am, that's me ♪
♪ from the underground, staying close to my roots ♪
♪ close to my troops... ♪
T.K. is furious at me.
That agent guy totally threw me under the bus.
What ever happened to deferring to the expert?
Well, T.K. went on talk radio this morning
telling everybody he was gonna be there.
The GM blinked. He doesn't want to be the guy
that disappoints the fans, so...
Coach?
It's done, Doctor.
If T.K. wants to dance at the convention tomorrow night,
frankly, I can't go toe-to-toe with the GM over that.
I'm sorry, Dani. We've got...
bigger problems right now.
Why? What's happening?
Layoffs. About a third of the staff.
Effective immediately.
Why?
The Pittmans' fortune is all tied up in this divorce --
asset-rich but cash-poor.
Overnight, we've gone from playoff team to paupers.
Kurt, right? Long time no see.
That hurts.
Where is she?
I haven't seen Juliette in like forever.
That hurts! Okay.
Three days ago, I get a call from a guy,
sometimes buys for her.
And?
He wanted me to score a bottle of Oxy
and sleeping pills --
enough for a freaking elephant.
You hear from her again, I'm your first call.
You understand? Your very first.
Marshall, I haven't heard from you in six weeks.
These hide-and-seek games -- enough's enough.
You want to play cat-and-mouse with your team,
that's fine by me, but your daughter, Juliette --
I think she's in real trouble.
You call me back. Soon.
2009, 2010.
Color-coded just like the others.
Okay.
Let's get started. Mm-hmm.
Oh, and I also brought some snacks,
just in case we were here for a little while.
Biscotti?
Mm-hmm.
I love biscotti.
Oh?!
May I? Please.
Delicate...
well-balanced...
crisp but not dense.
Crap.
It's open!
I'm here to pick up my check.
Yeah, it's, uh -- it's on the counter.
Well, um, I'll see you around school.
Hey, Olivia, um...
about the other day...
I was out of line.
You're a senior, and I was just trying to impress you,
and instead I disrespected you, so I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I probably overreacted.
My mom says that my "outrage meter"
is set very low.
See you're working on it. How's it going?
Oh, it's great.
I just lied.
I mean, it's the opposite of great.
I can't do these math problems.
Getting into college with my grades?
It's a joke.
Honestly...
I feel like I'm drowning.
You really should try Mrs. Bernstein.
She's an exceptionally talented and patient tutor.
Yeah, but she's got that mole on her chin.
And she spits when she talks.
Well, there are plenty of other tutors, who don't spit.
Yeah.
But I prefer a tough, brilliant, funny tutor
who puts me in my place.
And there's not a lot of those.
I guess, technically,
I do still owe you half a session.
Peace pretzel?
Maybe?
Okay.
You can't resist.
Oh, you're just gonna take them?
Oh, yeah.
Hmm.
Well, I think with what we've done here today,
we might be able to come to some sort
of a compro-- hmm-rrr!
A compro-- hmm? What's a "compro-hmm"?
No. Not "hmm."
What I meant to say was -- rrr!
Ooh, are you okay?
This doesn't have hazelnuts in it, does it?
Yeah. Why?
I'm allergic! Deathly!
Oh, my God! Uh, just, um -- 911?!
No! Epipen! In the drawer! Oh!
Come on.
Come on! Ohh!
Ohh! Ohh. Ohh.
Ohh!
Ooh.
Ohh!
Chip, of course I understand this isn't gonna help my case.
Yeah, listen, I've got about a half an hour
before I need to be at the Hawks convention,
so can we just talk about this debacle tomorrow?
Bye.
Oy. Yeah.
Ray Jay?
Anybody home?
♪ Don't make me blind ♪
♪ don't make me blind ♪
Ray Jay?
Oh, my God.
Mom. It's not what it looks like.
Mrs. Bernstein's gonna be your tutor now.
Old, ugly Mrs. Bernstein!
Hi, Mrs. Santino. I'm Olivia.
Hello, Olivia. You're fired.
Ma!
No, no, no, no, no. Olivia!
Uh, Ray Jay, talk to you later, okay?
Am I not entitled to some privacy around here?!
Excuse me? I just found you in bed with your tutor!
- I'm not doing this right now. - Ah-ta-ta!
- We need to talk about this. - There's nothing to talk about.
Uh, there's a few things we might need to talk about.
But I just said we're not talking about this.
And I just said we are!
Mom, if you say one more word, I'm leaving.
Ray Jay. I co-- yep. Thank you. Yep.
Oh! Oh!
Divorce is always a game-changer I've had two of them.
As far as T.K. goes,
you'll all get to see for yourselves tonight.
♪ Polish me up, me up, I'm a diamond in the rough ♪
Ohh.
Go! Go!
Go!
Hey.
Dani. Oh. I'm sorry I'm late.
Uh, where is he?
- Backstage. - How you doing?
I almost killed a tutor, an I.R.S. agent,
and my son, all in the same day
so don't get too close
'cause I'm like the black widow over here.
I.R.S.?
I'm being audited by the I.R.S.
I may owe over 80 grand in back taxes.
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm underwater, and you've got so much to deal with.
I'm not gonna drag you down with me.
Not likely. Certified lifeguard.
I'm not trying to fix the fixer here,
but when you're drowning,
you just got to reach for a hand.
That's hard for me.
It's hard for everybody. Just remember, I'm here.
How's T.K.?
Nervous. Back here.
♪ Get your gear out, Polish me up, me up ♪
♪ I'm a diamond in the rough ♪
Whoo! Look at this guy.
He is a freaking warrior.
Ooh-ooh! What's up, boy?!
How you doing?
I'm ready to get out there
and do the damn thing! Oh, yes.
Hey, now, this is what support looks like.
Rob Maroney -- my very own human jockstrap.
Five minutes, Mr. King.
That's the perfect amount of time for me to get my mojo.
Namaste.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fan Fest 2012!
I want you to be a human sponge.
You get out there,
you soak up the love from 6,000 of your closest friends.
Ka-boom! Hoo!
I'm watching you.
You better be!
You're perspiring quite a bit, Mr. King.
Are you feeling all right? Yeah, I-I'm good.
It's just a little bit of restless legs syndrome.
Girl, I -- what you trying to say?
I'm good.
Do me a favor, yeah?
Keep an extra eye on Terrence.
The place is secure from top to bottom.
Dani, don't worry.
Nothing will happen to him.
You have my word.
Ladies and gentlemen...
The moment you have been waiting for...
...your 2011-2012 Northeastern Division champions.
Let's hear it for your New York Hawks!
And finishing his fourth season with the New York Hawks,
wide receiver, number 88,
hometown hero Terrence King!
Jesus. He brought a gun?
Glock. 9-millimeter. Semiautomatic.
It takes 5 1/2 seconds
to shoot all 17 of these bullets in this magazine.
I'm, uh, sorry.
I-I never saw that coming.
No, but someone else did.
And she was pretty damn vocal about it.
I can't believe I almost did that.
I know.
Terrence, what you're going through is normal.
Pretending that it's not happening,
that will make it worse.
When I was 5...
I almost drowned in the town swimming pool.
It was awful.
It seemed like I was down there forever.
And then this hand, my mother's hand,
finally appeared, and...
all I needed to do was reach out and grab it.
But when you're drowning,
it's like you can't see what's right in front of you.
So when you're ready to reach for that hand...
...it's right here.
Nico.
Juliette surfaced. Credit-card activity, today.
What? Where?
Craziest thing. She's here.
In New York? Here in the hotel.
Room 1510.
Juliette!
Juliette?
Marshall?
Nico.
It's been a while.
Where's Juliette?
Vacationing at my villa on Bora Bora.
It's good to get off the grid every so often, don't you think?
You set me up.
You wanted me to think she was dead. Is that it?
Even for you, that's twisted!
That feeling you have right now?
It's same feeling I had
when I realized you were screwing my wife.
Now we're even.
Almost.
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