April: "My fault for not changing the password."
Paul: "Yes, entirely your fault."
Paul: "She kept talking about this money, how our ship was gonna come in -- because guess what, I'm still not a high earner -- and then when she said she was taking Scottie to visit his grandparents, I just had a feeling she was lying."
April: "This is the relationship you prefer? Some Dickensian scam artist hacker who lies to you and kidnaps your kid sometimes?"
Paul: "I do have problems within myself, yes. But I was not involved in this scam -- that's why I showed up and wrecked everything. Just don't give her any mon..."
April: "Too late! But you don't know that. Slam!"
Both Olivier and his office are looking even better than usual, which I didn't even think was possible. God, I love Mike Dopud. It's so random and silly, too: I watched this show called Stargate Universe -- despite previously hating Stargate: Everything -- because it had David Blue and Brian J. Smith and Ming-Na on it, all of whom I adore (which this story proves), and not only did I come to really enjoy the show, but Dopud played one of the neatest characters I've ever seen on it. The random part is that he was like this good-hearted terrorist, American (Canadian) accent and the whole nine.
So I took this job, Mistresses, based pretty much entirely on seeing his name in the credits, assuming he would be playing some beefy rabble-rouser husband of somebody, and instead he's the opposite of that character in a lot of ways. But still charming and poised -- and most of all inviolate, a man of conviction -- in the same way. The God of Other Hard Things, in this case revolutionary terrorism, which is a tough racket, but no less one that comes at your face like concrete, because it brooks no parlay.
Olivier: "Joss, come here and look at this golf course. I'm meeting with these guys to see about diversifying into development and I need your expertise."
Joss: "At what, being a party slut?"
Olivier: "Um, basically. We're going for an upscale Cosmo club-night market."
Joss: "Gotcha. I'm glad you finally understand that what I'm good at this job is not this job. Props for putting that to work, actually."