Rake

Whose ass is cute?

Keegan Deane.

That man preys on vulnerable women.

Oh, you remember my boyfriend Bruce.

I always knew the other lawyers

didn't take me seriously.

But now that he's gone,

they don't even try to hide it.

I can't do it anymore, Keegan.

Do what?

My marriage.

- Can I have this? - Yeah, sure.

Actually, no.

This pipe belonged to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Mm.

Harry freaking Potter?

I know that you know her cousin.

Angus.

I don't want to hear things about you

from people like Deane.

The government requests a garnishment

of Mr. Deane's wages, at the highest rate possible.

Granted.

Victor needs his money, Kee.

How's Carlotta doing?

- She's good. - Yeah?

You got a name picked out for the baby?

Maybe Keegan if it's a boy,

Keegan-iqua if it's a girl.

I like those.

I like those.

I got some money coming in.

I know I'm behind a little bit, so--

It's a little too late for that, man.

You know, I never wanted things to play out like this.

How do you think I feel?

Victor.

That's a man that knows

how to make an entrance there.

All you're missing is a smoke machine, baby.

That was beautiful.

How you doing? Everything good?

Would I be here if it was?

Hmm?

I'm sorry.

I know I missed a few payments.

- A few? - Yeah.

How many other lines of credit

you got open around town?

Two.

Four.

Not anymore.

Now it's just one.

I worked out a debt consolidation plan

with all your other creditors.

We rolled everything into one loan,

- held by me... - Oh.

- 20 points a month. - 20 points.

Call it an inconvenience charge.

Victor, come on, man.

I-I got you out of that jam

with that shipping container full of bootleg DVDs, huh?

I appreciated that.

And now I would appreciate that you give Roy

4 grand a week every week

until we're square, starting Friday.

Agreed?

Yeah, agreed.

Aah!

I said agreed!

Your word means nothing.

You miss one payment, and you're dead.

Okay.

Hang around, think about it.

God!

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Hold still.

Okay, okay.

Mikki, it's me.

Hey, I need to see you about something,

and it's urgent.

Assume you're not here for the donuts.

Thank you, Paul.

Well?

What was I dragged all the way down here for?

I know about you and my wife.

And?

Of course.

Why did I think you would deny it?

Being confronted by angry husbands

is almost a hobby of yours.

I have some questions I want answered.

Oh, okay, well, great.

I'm in the business of cross-examination,

so you're kind of playing

into my sweet spot, Mr. Mayor.

But I don't think you'll get very far.

I'm deeply concerned about you,

with some of the choices you've been making.

I keep thinking, maybe it's the city.

Maybe you need a fresh start somewhere else,

a place where there aren't as many temptations.

Give that some thought, would you?

I'm worried about you, son.

I'm glad we had this conversation, dad.

Don't ever contact my wife again.

The issue is, she contacted me.

Maybe give her some attention,

and she won't feel the need.

Paul?

I don't suppose you want to give me

a ride back to my place?

By all means.

I got it.

Oh, come on.

Is this even Los Angeles?

Get out.

_

You can't go to school on an empty stomach, Max.

You got to eat something.

He could eat his boogers.

Boogers-- we're all out of those.

Hey, how about some cereal?

Well, the boogers are probably healthier.

Adam, Zoe, go comb your hair,

with a comb.

Here you go, baby. There ya go.

Did you see this?

Yeah.

No wonder Rich was so happy around the office lately.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Moi?

Really?

You'd make a hell of a DA.

Think about it, babe.

This could be just the thing to get you re-energized.

Maybe you're right.

_

Mmm, hey.

Hey. Get what you need

for old ache-o en cabesa?

Oh, yeah, good to go.

You're sure you don't want one of these?

Maybe at the meeting, yeah.

- There's this orchard out in Oak Park. - Yeah?

They've got Braeburns, Mutsus,

Pippins, Gravensteins...

That's great. That's great.

Let's go. Spartans, Fijis.

They got Granny Smith, Arkansas Blacks.

Used to be, the only Arkansas blacks I knew

was my cousin's family in Little Rock.

Some rotten apples in that tree.

Let's just get to the meeting, Reggie.

We can talk about apples all you want.

You know, a wise man told me

even fruit can be your higher power.

Huh? I wonder what they want.

Keep your hands on the ground.

Hey, if this is about my muffler--

Remain still, sir. You're both under arrest.

- What for? - For that.

No, that's okay. Thank you.

It's a little early for some of us.

Ouch.

You should see the other guy--

- Ow. - Completely unscathed.

Mmm, so apparently

I had sex with my cousin Angus?

I know that he's your creation.

I just felt like his backstory

needed a little bit of fleshing out.

Yeah, well, you certainly did give it more flesh.

Did you have to do it while you

were talking to my boyfriend?

I could've told him the truth, Mikki.

Oh.

I could've told him there is no Angus.

That you were a prostitute...

- Oh, my God, really? - ...that I was your client.

Am I missing anything?

Okay, why am I here? What do you want?

This IRS thing is killing me,

and causing me great bodily harm.

So, what, you're asking me for a loan?

No, I would never do that.

I just am hoping you could talk to Harry Potter--

- David! David. - David, David-- I know.

I'm sorry. Just about the garnishment.

- I don't need a waiver. - No, no, no.

I need a delay. He could file a 1220.

It would help me in the regional office.

Keegan, do you realize all of the questions

- that that would bring up? - It would be nothing for him.

Six months, that's all I need

to get my head above water here.

This is important, Mikki.

I know how you feel about David.

For you to even consider asking a favor from him--