Mistresses

Previously on "Mistresses"...

I found a pair of women's sunglasses in my dad's apartment.

Returned them to my mom. Turns out, they weren't hers.

Oh, no.

So, basically just told her he was having an affair.

What do you want from me?

I want my son to have what your daughter has.

I want money.

You have a lot of unresolved stuff that you need to address.

See you around?

Sally brings home the bacon,

and she's better at making decisions than I am.

Yeah, but you're hotter.

I cheated on Harry last night.

How did it happen? I-I mean, who?

This guy from work-- Dominic.

You're up early.

And not hungover, thank you very much.

Welcome to what we normal people call Wednesday.

You are kidding, right?

Honestly, you should consider it a compliment.

So what's with the outfit?

Seducing another personal trainer, are we?

No, I'm going hiking with Alex.

- She invited me. - Alex the lesbian?

That's just offensive.

Well, how is that offensive?

She does identify as a lesbian, doesn't she?

Yeah, but it's not her whole identity.

I mean, she could just as easily be referred to as

Alex, the new best friend of Josslyn Carver.

- Yeah. - What?

No, it's just interesting. You don't really have friends.

Wow. What do you call Karen and April?

Savi's friends.

Where is my sister anyway?

We were supposed to caravan to April's.

Uh, she said she had an early meeting.

Congratulations, Savannah.

You are officially pregnant.

I...

Sorry. It's just a lot to take in right now.

It's okay.

Sometimes when a couple's been trying

as long as you and Harry have,

when it finally happens, it can be hard to believe.

I'm writing you a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

We'll start with 600 micrograms of folic acid.

You and Harry will need to fill out

detailed medical histories of both your families

so we can determine if there are any risk factors

that may be inherited.

So I'm "the most stunning woman he's ever met,"

but he's terrified of my package.

Which sadly, is not a euphemism.

The point is, he's not interested in my drama.

Then he's an idiot.

Hmm. That's what Savi said, too.

Earth to Savi. Come in, Savi.

Uh, sorry.

Just exhausted.

- Did your meeting go okay this morning? - What?

Uh... Yeah.

It was fine.

Well, then I am officially caffeinated enough

to climb Everest.

Or Runyon. Mwah.

Later, ladies.

- Have fun. - Bye.

Bye.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh... My... God.

- Yep. - How pregnant?

I mean, is it possible the baby could be Harry's?

Sure, it's possible,

you know, and obviously, that's what I'm hoping for,

but...

but Harry and I have been trying for so long.

It means nothing.

Your doctor didn't even recommend I.V.F.,

so Harry's problem couldn't have been that dire.

Seriously, I've known couples who have tried for years,

went through rounds of medical procedures,

only to get drunk watching some late night skinemax

and poof--baby.

It was just one time with Dom.

Exactly. Only one time.

It's just as much of a chance it's Harry's,

- probably even more. - Why more?

Because it would be so much better if it was Harry's.

Exactly.

Then you wouldn't have to tell him anything.

What are you talking about? I have to tell him.

No. No.

You have to tell him now.

I just feel so bad for both of you guys.

I love Harry.

Me, too.

Me, too.

You all right?

Do you need more water?

I'm good. Just need to catch my breath.

Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to push you.

You just look-- you look so athletic.

It's actually more of a metabolism thing

than a being-in-shape thing. Can we just stop for a second?

- Sure. - Oh, God.

I like how you think this is funny.

I'm literally dying on a rock.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm used to being the one

that has to beg Sally to slow down.

Well, it's a good thing Sally's not here.

Oh, yeah. She wouldn't let us stop.

What do you mean, she wouldn't let us stop?

Never mind.

Somebody likes you.

Eh. He's not my type.

Really?

Used to be mine.

Shut your lady-loving lips.

You slept with men?

Oh, yeah. I hooked up with boys all through high school.

What happened?

I met Emily,

my freshman college roommate.

And oh,

something just clicked.

What about you?

You ever taken a drive down the other side of the road?

Yeah. But only with three of us jammed in a car.

And I was so drunk,

I couldn't tell the stick shift from the air bags.

What?

Oh, just threesomes. Definitely never had a girlfriend.

And actually, not that many girls as friends either.

Really?

How come?

I tend to sleep with their boyfriends.

You girls must've been dragging your heels.

- Oh, hi, Sally. - Got your text.

Took an early lunch to catch up.

You don't do this much, do you?

Come on, ladies.

This is supposed to be exercise.

Let's hustle.

Pick it up.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Dom.

It's my fault.

Okay, you know what? Picking up some papers off the floor

doesn't make up for you getting me kicked off a case.

We have a call with opposing counsel before trial tomorrow.

My office, five minutes.

Don't forget to mention Aspen.

The appraisal. It's in my notes.

What did you say these colors were?

That's platinum and that's steel.

But they're both gray.

Both are of the gray variety, yes.

So why not call them gray?

Call it 20% off if you buy both.

Bienvenue a maison par la mer. How can I help you?

I'm looking for miss April Malloy.

That's me.

My name is Bob Johnson.

I'm an attorney representing Miranda Nickleby.

What's this?

Proof of Paul Malloy's paternity of Scott Nickleby.

I never asked for proof.

No, but we will have to provide it

when we sue Paul for child support.

Wait. What do you mean, sue? Paul is dead.

His estate is very much alive,

and legally, must provide for his offspring.

If you refuse to pay,

Ms. Nickleby will see you in court.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I'm gonna get a refill at the fountain

- before we hit the road. - Okay.

I appreciate you letting me crash your hike.

Yeah, I appreciate the actual workout you gave me,

Although oh, my legs might not.

Yeah, well, I need you in tip-top shape

so you have the stamina to keep showing us houses.

Don't worry. I'm determined to find you two a place to live.

Yeah, well, if you don't, that's okay, too.

You're more than just a real estate agent, Joss.

What do you mean?

You're our friend.

Well, more Alex's friend than mine, granted.

But, uh, yeah, you know, she's just been

having a really great time with you.

And looking for houses is giving her something to focus on,

which is great.

I feel like I'm missing something here.

It's just that she's usually so bored.