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Well, this was a mistake.

We should've told her
to come to the house instead.

Eh, six of one,
half a dozen of the other.

She could think
I'm lording this over her.

"Look at my fancy country club."

Or she may be
simply glad to see you.

Do you think I'm overdressed?

I probably should've
wore something simpler.

Anita, you look beautiful,
as always.

I don't need you
to handle me, Vernon.

Of course not, dear.

What time is it?

Three minutes since
the last time you asked me.

Tracy's late.

Obviously, she's not coming.

DEREK:
So, what?

Mistakes just aren't allowed?

Why don't you just say it?

You don't want me here.

You think that it's
a huge mistake that I moved in,

and you want me out.

Derek, this is your lucky day.

I was making
spaghetti and meatballs.

Made too much, as usual.

So this is for you and Ashley.

That's very nice of you.

It is my civic duty to feed
one of our first responders.

Besides, it's one less meal
Ashley has to cook.

I know how crazy
both of your schedules are.

Are you going somewhere?

Hey, Shanice.

Uh, I'm so sorry to call you
on your day off,

but I don't feel well at all.

I think I should skip my shift
just to be safe.

I already called scheduling.

I just, I wanted you to know.

I'll be as good as new
in the morning.

Okay. Thanks.

Ashley?

Oh. What is it? What's wrong?

What-- W-What's wrong?

Hey. It's okay.

Jacob, did you follow up
on that recording I sent you

of Leslie saying Eva was
the motorcycle driver

who ran Laura off the road?

I brought Leslie Thomas
in for questioning.

In fact, she just left
a few minutes ago.

I'm finishing up
on my notes now.

And?

Did Leslie throw Eva
under the bus

where she belongs?

Hey. Meeting somebody
for a really late lunch?

No, just sitting here

thinking about life.

You just getting off work?

Yeah, kind of.

Mind if I join you?

Will Kat mind if you join me?

I'll risk it.

So, work?

I had a late meeting scheduled,

but one of the partners
bumped me,

so I decided to grab
some food on the way home,

where I will continue to work,
because that's what I do.

Wait, bumped you off?

Like... stole your client?

It was her client to begin with.

I'm just her lowly
associate stand-in.

Sorry. You were probably
looking forward

to impressing them with
your brilliant legal mind.

There's always next time.

Nice picture.

Birthday gift from my father.

He gave it to me
over a celebratory lunch.

Happy birthday.

Sounds like the best gift
is that you and your dad

are finally starting to connect.

Yeah, I'm grateful for that.

Especially now that my mother

has completely
turned against me.

I heard about her blaming you
for Laura Peterson's accident.

What?

So despite what you heard
her say on the recording,

now Leslie's refusing
to admit Eva did it?

She insisted she was just
enticing you for a reaction.

That bitch.

No argument there.

But her reaction
did get me thinking.

Leslie's motive
was the same as Eva's,

to run Laura off the road.

Even more so because
it was her plan to begin with.

And she also
doesn't have an alibi

for the night of the accident.

At least not one
I can corroborate.

Well, what about Eva's alibi?

I still need to look into that.

Well, how about now?

I bet she doesn't have one.

Her mother may be
a total nut bag,

but there is no way

I'm letting Eva
off the hook that easily.

Trust me, I'm keeping
all options on the table.

But my gut is telling me
if somebody's guilty here,

it's the mother.

I got to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on, Kat.

I know that look.

Stay out of this, please.

No promises.

And Kat said this?

That my mom said I was the one
who caused Laura's car accident?

More like implied it.

Sorry, I thought you knew.

She said she recorded
the whole thing.

My mother is capable
of just about anything,

but accusing me
of what happened to Laura?

- Forgive me, but--
- No.

I did not run Laura
off the road. Okay?

I don't even know
how to drive a motorcycle.

My stepfather Alan had one,
but I never used it.

So if you're suggesting...

I didn't think it was you.

Oh.
Then what were you gonna say?

I was wondering if your mother

might've been trying to put
the blame onto you,

to try to deflect suspicion
from someone else.

Like herself?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

You're a logical guy.

It's a logical thought.

What about you?

What are you thinking?

What are you--
What are you doing?

What am I doing?

Oh, honey, I thought
you needed another pillow.

You look so uncomfortable
lying there.

Well...

What are you...?

What did you think?

Oh, my gosh.
The look on your face.

Did you think...?

Did you think
I was gonna smother you?

No, I was just...

Just wondering who I am

and what I'm doing
in your hospital room.

Hi. I'm Leslie.

Leslie Thomas?

In the flesh.

I know who you are.

Everybody knows what you did
to Ted and Nicole.

Everybody doesn't know squat
about what really happened.

How are you feeling?

Fine. Just ready
to get back to work.

Glad to hear it.

You still haven't told me
what you're doing here.

Mm. I do believe
that you know my daughter Eva.

Yeah, she's the one who took
my job with Nicole, temporarily.

Right again.

So, anyway,
the police have been asking

"everybody" questions
about your accident.

Any idea who might've
been responsible?

If Tracy were coming,
she'd be here by now.

I never should've called her
in the first place.

Putting myself out there,
just asking to be rejected.

I should've just left it alone.

Tracy texted you to say

she was getting on the train
from Philadelphia.

Give the woman,
and the train, a chance.

There are several stops
between Philly and here.

She could have gotten
off at any one of them.

And why would she do that?

Because she changed her mind.

Got cold feet.

Never wanted to come
in the first place.

I'm sure she hates me
after everything that happened.

If, uh, my eyes
don't deceive me,

that's Tracy headed this way.

Anita.

Tracy.

I am so glad to see you.

Welcome.

Are you and Ashley planning
a getaway for a few days?

That's wonderful.

I wonder why
she didn't mention it to me.

That's not what's happening.
We...

Oh, of course.

Silly me.

You're probably still unpacking
after the move.

The last time I moved,
it took months

to unpack every bag and box.

Unpacking does take time.

Yeah.

So... how's
the living together going?

Uh...

It's going.

My guess is that it's
not all smooth sailing.

Did Ashley tell you that?

She just mentioned it wasn't
exactly what she was expecting.

But what in life is?

That's true.

I think that the two of you
need to cut yourselves,

and this situation,
a little slack.

As long as you keep telling
each other how you feel

and listening to one another,

there's nothing that you
can't figure out together.

Yeah.

And it doesn't hurt to do it

over a plate of homemade
spaghetti and meatballs.

Yeah. Maybe.

I'll, uh,
I'll get out of your hair

and let you finish unpacking.

Thanks for dinner, Jan.

My pleasure.

Oh, uh, and don't forget,
don't throw away the container.

It's supposed to be reused to
save money and the environment.

Yeah, heard something
about that.

You give Ashley my love.
Keep a little for yourself.

And then, to make matters worse,

I just sort of ran out of there.

God, how could I be so stupid?

I think you're being
way too hard on yourself.

- You weren't there.
- Yeah, but I know you.

And the Ashley Morgan
that I know

would be nothing but fair.

Just because Derek and I are
having a hard time

living together
does not mean that I need

to go off half-cocked
and flee the apartment

like it's a house on fire.

House on fire...

Come on, Ashley.

Look, I hate to see you
hurting like this.

And whatever problems
there may be, uh...

Remember, it takes two people
to mess up a relationship.

Yeah?

- I know Derek is trying.
- Yeah.

It's just...

He can be such a...

...a guy.

Well, on behalf
of guys everywhere,

you know,
we can be kind of guy-ish.

Hey, give Derek another chance.

For a guy, he's a good one.

A great one.

So why can't I hold on to him?

Okay, I'm gonna stop you
right there.

Okay? You're not losing Derek.

You're just trying to find
a way to live with him, right?

Okay, so this isn't the end
of your relationship.

- God, I hope not.
- Then act like it.

How about you just
drive right back home,

you march right into
that apartment and tell Derek.

I love him.

I should tell him I love him.

That's a good place to start,
right?

T-The best.

Okay, well, then,
I'll go right now.

I was so upset before,

I called out sick
for the rest of my shift.

And once you work things out
with Derek,

you'll feel a whole lot better.

Uh, come on,
I'll help you go home.

Make sure you get there safe.

It'll be dark out soon.

Thanks, Andre.

You're a good friend.

Thanks.

It was dark, and I was blinded

by the motorcycle's headlight
in my rearview mirror.

I couldn't see anybody
or anything.

And I-I told the police that.

Hmm.

It's just that I'm...

I'm so afraid.

Afraid of...?

Oh, no, honey.

I'm not afraid of anything.

What I was going to say

is I'm afraid formy daughter.

- Eva?
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

Well, I mean,
look at all of this.

How it looks.

It's like, here you are, laid up
by this terrible accident.

And Eva just so happened
to get your job.

So imagine how people
might get the wrong idea

and think that maybe she had

something to do
with what happened to you.

Well, it's not unreasonable
to think that

after what happened at the
Richardsons' anniversary party.

Except for one thing.

My Eva is not
a malicious person.

She would never do something

this horrible to you,
or to anyone.

So, Laura, I really do hope

that they find who did this.

But I promise you,

when they do,
it won't be my Eva.

I know that like I know myself.

I'm not asking you
to accuse your mother.

No one would expect you
to betray her that way.

Even though she betrayed me
the same way?

Wow.

You know, it's amazing
how you can talk to me

and have this whole
other conversation going

of things you didn't say.

I was trying not
to hurt your feelings,

and trying not to insult you
or your mother,

but I guess I failed.

No, you were being nice.

You're too classy a guy
to come straight out

and ask me
how I can allow my mother

to get away with treating me
like that.

Thanks, but I already know.

And trust me, I get it.

My relationship with my dad's
kind of like that.

Seems like he's always finding
some way to put me down.

And instead of cutting him
out of my life,

I just...

...I just keep letting him.

Does it work?

Only sometimes.

Same.

You know, it'd be so much easier
if my mom was just one way.

You know? If she was cold
and mean all the time,

then I wouldn't feel guilty
treating her like that.

But they have these moments.

Right?

My mom isn't just the woman

who makes me feel like
I'm never good enough.

She's also the one
who will laugh with me

until my sides hurt,

and text me out of nowhere
to say she's proud of me.

I love working on cars
with my dad.

Or having him teach me how to
grill the perfect carne asada.

We have some beers,
have some laughs.

It's all good, until...

...until he makes that shift.

That's why I can't treat my mom

the way she sometimes treats me.

I keep holding out
for those moments

of love and comfort,

like maybe this time
it'll stick.

It's exhausting, isn't it?

I don't know how to stop hoping.

Yeah. Me, neither.

I'm sorry.

You deserve better than that.

So do you.

So, how was the train ride?

Oh, it was a quick trip
from Philly.

I grabbed the taxi
from the station.

And, uh, it's only two hours
door to door.

I can't believe we've been
that close all this time

and haven't seen each other.

But it's wonderful to have
a chance to see you now.

Tracy, you look
beautiful as ever.

You're the flatterer
you always were.

You know,
that night at the Regal,

when you came backstage
after the show?

You could have had
any of the three of us.

Careful, girl.

And when you left
the dressing room with Anita,

I thought Sharon was
gonna pitch a fit.

I'd never seen her
so pissed, until...

I know.

Derek?

He was here when I left.

His shift's over.
I wonder where he went.

Well, maybe he got caught out
on an emergency.

Or maybe he went to grab a beer
with one of his buddies.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Yeah.

Text him. Hmm?

What if he doesn't answer?

I mean, I haven't heard from him
in a couple of hours.

What if he doesn't
want to talk to me?

Okay, maybe he's
just somewhere thinking

that you're mad at him because
he hasn't heard from you.

- Yeah, I guess that's possible.
- Yeah.

It's missing.

- What?
- This thing that Derek...

Hey, maybe he just moved
some things around.

Maybe he cleaned up.

His clothes are missing.

Then he's probably
at the laundromat.

Hey, please don't overthink.

No, Andre, we have
a washer/dryer right there.

His suitcase is gone.

Derek is gone.

Yes, vague alibis
are better than no alibis.

But I'm hoping
we can find something

that'll give us the whereabouts
of Eva and Leslie

on the night
Laura got ran off the road.

All right, let me know
of any updates.

Cool.

What's good, bro?
We have plans tonight?

No, I, uh, just needed
to talk to my bud.

Yeah, of course.
Have a seat, man.

Talk to me, bro. What's up?

Oh, God.

Ash just came home early
because she forgot her lunch.

And we ended up
in this huge fight.

About her lunch?

As a matter of fact, yeah,
but...

whole bunch of other stuff, too.

So you guys
are still having issues?

I think "issues"
is putting it mildly, man.

Ash and I living together
is a disaster.

Can't seem to make
the pieces fit, and...

She's miserable.

I hate doing that to her, so...

I left.

You left?

Wait, hang on.

Left as in on your way here,
you text her

and told her
where you were going

and what time
you'll be back, right?

As in I packed my bag
and moved out.

Nah, you're joking, bro.

So I was wondering, do you...

Do you think I can crash
on your couch for a bit?

My sister wouldn't like it

if she saw us sitting together
like this.

Oh, Kat.

Well, I should say half sister.

She already hates my guts.

Kat would probably freak
all the way out

if she saw me holding hands
with her boyfriend.

I don't know
if I would consider

what we were just doing
holding hands.

Nor would I necessarily
consider myself Kat's boyfriend.

Why not?

Because of you.

Laura, I need to talk to--

You.

Ms. Richardson,
it's so nice to see you again.

Invading anyone's
personal privacy today?

Get the hell out
and don't come back.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know that you were
running the hospital.

Along with all your
other many activities,

such as police informant.

What part of "get the hell out"
was unclear?

Give my regards to your mother.

Thanks for the chat, Laura.

Take care of yourself.

Are you all right?

I think so.

What was that woman
doing in here?

I have no clue.

At first, I thought
she was trying to make me think

that her daughter was the one
who ran me off the road,

but by the time
you walked in, it...

it almost felt more like...

Like what?

Like she was trying
to tell me that she did it.

I really felt like
Leslie was implying

that she was the one
on the motorcycle

that ran me off the road.

Jacob has me thinking
the same thing.

Though I'd hate
to rule out evil Eva.

You know, it never even
crossed my mind

that either of them could've had
anything to do with my accident.

Till Leslie came in talking
about how Eva had a motive.

Yeah, but Leslie would've
had the same motive.

I know, but I wasn't
about to say that to her.

Frankly, that woman is scary.

I woke up and saw her
looming over my bed

with that crazed look
in her eyes.

Did she threaten you?

Not exactly, but let's just say

it's not too far a leap

to picture her
on the back of that bike.

Okay, but as off-kilter
as Leslie is,

to go that far to sideline me
just from my job?

I mean, that's pretty extreme.

Extreme is Leslie's wheelhouse.

Okay, but running me down

wouldn't have gotten
her that much.

I mean, I would've been
back to work in a few weeks

if it hadn't been
for my cardiac arrest.

Wait a minute.

I remember my mother
thinking it was strange

that you had such a spike
in your potassium.

There was this true crime
podcast I was into

where the guy was
circling back to his victims

when his first attempt
at murder didn't take.

Are you thinking...

That one of them
got on their motorcycle,

sideswiped you,

and then came back here
to finish the job.

What do I have to do

with your relationship status
with Kat?

We were finally
starting to connect earlier,

but when I asked her
out to dinner tonight,

to try to keep
the momentum going, you know...

...she blew me off.

I'm sorry, I'm still not getting
the part where this is about me.

Because the reason
Kat blew me off

was to check in with the police,

about their case against you.

You want to sleep on my couch?

Just until I figure
out something else.

Brah, I would do anything
for you, except that.

Thought I was your best friend.

You are, but Ashley is Naomi's,
and she's not going for that.

You can just tell her
it was all my fault.

Oh, she's gonna
know that for sure.

But while you're on our couch,

I'm gonna be
in the bedroom with Naomi,

not hearing the end of it.

Right.

I guess I can see if my
old roommates will take me back.

Or you can go back to Ashley
and try it again.

We've been trying. And failing.

Bro, listen.

Being angry at each other
isn't failing.

But walking out on somebody
you still love?

That's failing.

I do love Ashley.

And I-I believe
she loves me, so...

Honestly, I had no idea

it was gonna be so hard
for us to live together.

Yeah, love doesn't conquer all

when you're learning how
to live with somebody.

But just because y'all
hit a couple rough patches

doesn't mean y'all
aren't compatible.

What y'all need to do
is reconnect.

Have you taken her out
on a date since you moved in?

Sure.

I mean, I must have, I...

Well, we've gone out
with friends, just...

...not one-on-one.

Yeah, we've been trying
so hard to succeed

at this new arrangement--

That you haven't spent
much time with yourselves.

Listen, bro,

you and Ashley were in love

long before
y'all were roommates.

You just have to get back
to focusing on that.

Just give it a shot, bro.
What do you got to lose?

I can't believe he's gone.

He'll be back.

No, he won't.

Derek said
if we couldn't make this work,

he was gonna move back in
with his friends.

We failed.

I failed.

God, Derek is such a great guy.

How could I blow this?

I couldn't let go
of my stupid rules.

I was too controlling
about my space.

Can you-- Can you please stop
beating yourself up?

Hey, I don't let anyone
abuse my friends. Come on.

Well, this friend has
been really, really stupid.

I had someone who I loved,

who loved me back.

And I blew it.

I'm sure Derek still loves you.

Okay, he'd be a fool not to.

But what if
after living with me,

after seeing the real me,

what if he realized
he doesn't love me after all?

And maybe that's why he left.

Andre, what am I gonna do?

No, that was in Pittsburgh,
not Detroit.

No, the boy
with the yellow shoes

and the slicked-back hair,
that was Detroit.

The boy with the big nose
and the powder-blue jacket,

that was Pittsburgh.

Oh, you are so right.

And he did keep dancing
all over my feet.

Don't challenge my memory
about men.

I never will again.

And what was the name
of that club?

As fascinating
as this discussion

of past boyfriends is,

I'm going to excuse myself,

give you ladies
a chance to catch up.

Let me guess.

You're going over to the bar
to check on the game.

You know me so well.

Tracy, the years have
treated you beautifully.

Thank you, Vernon.
They've been kind to you, too.

Vernon's right.

You look spectacular.

But, of course,
you always were the pretty one.

No, don't. I always hated
being called that.

Really? I mean,
it was meant as a compliment.

Well, it was a label
put on me by Dante Green.

Just another way
to set us against each other,

assert his control.

And one more reason
for jealousy in the ranks.

And God knows we had enough
of that going around

without him stirring the pot.

Well, not always.

Once upon a time,

long before we were
the Articulettes,

we were sisters.

When I was on the train, I found
myself going back in my mind,

thinking about
how it all started.

Oh, I'm way ahead of you, girl.

I've been thinking about
those days for a while.

The good and the bad...

And the ugly.

Remember that first-floor
bathroom in high school?

It was hideous.

Oh, the one
with the great acoustics?

The one where we thought
we sounded

so much better than we did.

God, we thought we were so fly,

but we had miles to go.

And remember those
horrible green dresses

with the feathers
around the neck?

Yes. Not only were they
ugly as sin,

but the feathers
itched like crazy.

But for some reason, Sharon
loved those hideous things.

Well, let's be honest.

At that point,
Sharon was the only one

who filled her dress out.

True.

I was, uh...

nervous as hell to come here,

but I'm so glad you called me.

I was so afraid you wouldn't be.

Well, I know we went through
some tough times,

together and not.

But right now,
I'd rather remember us

when we were our own universe.

- Better together.
- Sisters forever.

Articulette strong.

So, Kat hates me so much

that she's actually
siccing the police on me?

I had no idea her resentment
went that deep.

Sorry to be
the bearer of bad news.

It's okay.

I'm the one
who started all of this.

I infiltrated her family
under false pretenses,

stole her dress,
wore it at a gala,

publicly humiliated her mother.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on a second.

I-I think you're taking on

way too much
responsibility here.

Yes, you took the job
under false pretenses,

but you didn't run over
anybody to get it.

As for the dress,

even Kat admits her parents
told you to wear it.

And although I wasn't there,
but from what I understand,

rather than humiliate
Kat's mother,

you tried to stop your own
from storming that stage.

Why are you so determined
to be nice to me?

Because maybe you just need
someone to cut you a break.

You are not responsible
for your mother's actions.

My dad used to try to do
that stuff to me all the time.

Get me to doubt myself,

blame me for things
that weren't even my fault.

Please don't let your mother
do the same thing to you.

It's nice to know
someone else who...

can understand how it feels
to have a parent like mine,

that I'm not alone.

You're definitely not alone.

Hang in there, Eva.

And if it turns out
you need a lawyer,

I'll give you a discount,
for family and friends.

Oh, and happy birthday.

Could it be...?

It's bizarre, and...

But I guess there's
a kind of twisted logic to it.

Which kind of makes sense
for Leslie.

Your cardiac arrest

and the infection that followed

put you on the sidelines
long enough

for Eva to plan that party
and for Leslie to crash it.

Okay, so if they did
all of this to me intentionally,

do you think there's a chance
I'm still in danger?

Mmm. I don't think so.

You can't identify the person
who ran you off the road

or who injected you
with that overdose of potassium,

so you don't really
pose a threat to them

as a potential witness.

Hope you're right.

I will talk to security.

They will make sure
Leslie Thomas

doesn't pay you any more visits.

Thanks, Kat.

I promise you,
you're going to be okay.

And I'm gonna make sure
whoever did this answers for it.

Thank you.

- Mama, wait.
- Ugh.

I have something to say.

But I don't have to listen.

Sorry I missed
your little birthday luncheon.

I had to wash my wigs.

Did you have a nice time
with Daddy bonding?

We did, actually,

but that's not what
I want to talk to you about.

Fine. What is it?

It's not enough to use me
and lie to me

and then throw me out
of the house when you're done.

But now you're trying
to pin your crimes on me?

Keep me informed of any updates.

Yeah.

- We need to talk.
- I thought we already did.

I just went to the hospital
to speak to Laura

about what's going on with
the Eva/Leslie situation, and--

Kat, I told you
to stay out of it

and let the police handle it.

Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, Leslie was there
acting all shady, and--

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Leslie was in
Laura's hospital room?

And not wanting to leave.
I literally had to kick her out.

But what I wanted
to tell you was:

Laura and I figured out
whichever one of them,

Leslie or Eva,
ran Laura off the road,

probably also poisoned her
with potassium,

Which caused the cardiac arrest.

Isn't poisoning
an additional crime

you can arrest her for?

When you told me what happened,

I asked some questions
at the hospital.

First of all, we don't know
if Laura was actually poisoned.

The doctor said a spike
in potassium levels is natural.

And then it went back down
just an hour later?

I don't know.

And because you're not a doctor,
it's safe to say

you don't know, either.

But look, regardless,
I don't need speculation, Kat.

I need hard evidence.

Something, anything that
can pin either Leslie or Eva,

if not both, to the scene
of Laura's car accident

and this whole potassium
poisoning situation.

Got it. Evidence.

And have you learned anything
more about their alibis?

Not yet.

Well, I thought you could've
handled that while I was gone.

I have somebody working
on it for me,

and I had to be there
for a friend in a crisis.

And your mama made
the best mock apple pie.

Oh, it got to the point
when I had a real one,

it didn't taste right.

Sometimes when I get
a taste for one,

I sneak into our kitchen
and make it.

Okay. I'm stuck on you having
to sneak into your own kitchen.

Uh--

- Game over?
- Might as well be.

Oh, I should probably go.

I need to catch my train
back to Philly.

Oh, no, not yet.

We're just getting reacquainted.

I guess I could get
a hotel room for the night

and go back home tomorrow.

I did bring a change of clothes.
I mean, you never know

with traveling these days
what'll happen.

Perfect. Except for the hotel.

You're staying with us.

That's not necessary.

Don't bother.

I learned long time ago
arguing with my wife

is a waste of breath.

You know what?

The memories are coming back
to me, too, now.

All right, if you insist.

I do.

I'll have them
bring the car around.

Okay, well, let me go to
the restroom and freshen up,

and I will see you two
out front.

Great.

Now...

aren't you happy
you made that phone call?

If this is you
saying I told you so...

yes, I am so happy.

Andre, what am I gonna do?

Come here. Come here.

It's gonna be okay, Ashley.

Okay? I promise,
it's gonna be okay.

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