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Hello? Anyone in here?

What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your damn mind?

Barging in here like you're giving a stump speech.

You want to blow this whole thing?

This is happening because of me. I'm the one being threatened.

You want to say that a little louder?

I'm making sure this goes down right this time.

Everybody thought we had gotten rid of this bigot

two years ago, and turns out

-that was just the beginning. -Okay,

well, count your blessings, okay?

-You're still a congressman. -And I would like to stay one.

Then get out of here and let me do my job.

No, I'm making sure I see how this plays out,

and that what I'm told after the fact is the truth.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

Hey, listen, okay?

Martin, take your ego out of this

and think for a second, all right?

The closer you are to the problem you're trying

to solve, the more ways it can go south.

Well, good thing I'm here.

I'm a politician, so I'm no stranger to improvisation.

No, no, see, that's exactly what I'm afraid of.

There's no room for that in this situation, okay?

It's best that we stick to our plan.

No, I'm staying.

Suit yourself.

It seems the guy we're in business with

is not rearing to get his money.

Yeah, don't get your boxers in a bunch. He'll show.

Now, Martin, for the last time, back off

and leave the rest to me.

You want to visit Mom? Then I'll tell you what you do.

Like everybody else...

...take your things and leave.

-You okay? -Not really.

What are you thinking about?

Looks like your brain is going a mile a minute.

And that usually comes with a lot of talking.

-You know me too well. -Well, I don't know about that.

Surprised you called me to have dinner with you.

The surprise is you actually showed up.

No, I wouldn't do you like that, Mama.

If I wasn't coming, I'd just be real about it.

So what's the occasion?

Well, should I tell you a cool story?

Maybe find a funny meme

on my phone to show you?

Or you want the truth?

Just be straight with me always.

You are kind of goody-two-shoes, like that way.

I am who I am.

And social media doesn't do it for me anymore.

[sighs] I've become...

very familiar with the perils of the socials.

You know, old daughter of mine,

it's not easy being the town pariah.

The woman people turn away from, the woman people

whisper about behind your back.

The woman people make a crazy post about.

The truth is, Eva...

I'm lonely.

♪ ♪

[phone chimes]

[phone buzzes]

Aren't you supposed to be on a date?

-She was a no-show. -Did she call, text?

Sounds of silence. I mean, maybe she got tied up at work.

Oh, well, do you want me to check for you?

I'm at the hospital keeping tabs on Dad's newest employee.

You know, the extremely evil Eva.

-How's that going? -She's not here. She left early.

Kat girl, it's way past quitting time.

Yeah, but she's new.

Where's the dedication?

Oh.

I'll check on the doc for you and I'll hit you later.

Okay, bye.

-If this guy shows up... -He'll be here.

Yeah, well, when he gets here.

I know you like to think of yourself as a mastermind.

That's cool. But don't forget,

we're working together on this.

Okay, you did your part, Congressman,

and you did it well when you got this guy

to agree to show up to a location that we picked.

I hear a "but" in there.

Okay, you know what? I've about had it

with you Duprees telling me how to do what I do.

Look, I've helped you and your family

out of this situation before, and I can do it again.

So instead of micromanaging what you don't know anything about,

you need to leave me room to operate

and handle the details, okay?

Leave this to me and go do something noble.

Think the kid will behave?

[phone chimes]

-You're still here. -I was just leaving.

I thought you were ghosting me. You didn't call.

No, I would have. I just...

I was so ready for our date. Impeccable shoes, a fire outfit,

and a purse that set off the whole look.

Phone in hand, just about to text you I was on my way.

And as I'm making my way through the ER, this kid comes

barreling through the bathroom like his life depends on it.

And before I could even react, he unleashes full-force

-projectile vomit all over me. -Ew.

Right? It was chest to toe.

Oh.

Shoes: ruined.

Outfit: a biohazard.

My new bag: critical condition.

Then the poor kid passes out.

I drop everything just to catch him.

Got him seen to, got his mom calmed down,

picked up my phone, which wouldn't work.

Took one look and sniff and had to shower and change.

Then I transferred my stuff from my wrecked purse

to this ratty old bag.

And my phone still wouldn't work, so I couldn't call.

But I got here as fast as I could,

and I was gonna look so cute.

[laughs] We'll start over, okay?

-Hey. -Hey.

And you're giving scrubs a whole new look.

Very cute.

And maybe if you let me take a look

at that purse, I can find a way to salvage it.

Hmm. That's a lost cause.

Guess I'll just have to break down and buy a new one.

You wouldn't happen to know anyone

who could help me out on that front, would you?

There's one particular purse line that has a bag

I am dying to get my hands on.

You know, that's real funny, because

I have a purse line with a bag that would love

to have your hands on it.

We're not really talking about purses anymore, are we?

How'd you guess?

Now, I know that I promised to treat you to a good dinner,

but I am more interested in thinking about...

Exactly what I'm thinking about.

[laughs] Okay, but confession.

I tend to leapfrog.

You're gonna have to give me a little bit more than that.

Are we talking relationships?

Yeah, but not so much jumping from person to person

as much as "just met" to intimacy.

So you think we're moving too fast?

You're lonely.

LESLIE: I see that skeptical look.

Can you blame me?

You think that this is a bid for sympathy from you?

You said it, not me.

I didn't expect you to make this easy, but...

Mama, why don't you just tell me what it is you want?

Look, I knew a dinner out with you might be tough

after all that we've gone through.

You mean after everything you put us through?

Fine. Fair.

All right? I mean, the whole host of misdeeds

on your head and mine.

Call it whatever you want.

But, honey, it still hurts,

you not wanting to be close to me.

I mean, since you were born, it's always been

you and me, baby.

Always you and me.

And now it's just me.

Well, you might have thought about that before you dragged me

into all your drama and schemes and then kicked me out.

Fair enough. I wish you understood me.

Not necessarily agreed with me,

but I really want you to get me.

But I do, Mama.

-Like nobody else. -No, I don't think so.

I think you see me like everyone else.

Like the vengeful harridan who's dead set on

destroying the Fairmont Crest first family, right?

Honestly?

Yeah.

Sounds about right.

I'm assuming everything's in place on your end?

It is.

Casino will stay closed as long as we need

and our blackmailer won't see anything we don't want him to.

Piece of cake.

Well, let's be real, Armstrong.

It's never as easy as we hope or as hard as we fear.

I like the way you think.

Yeah, well, I'm a realist.

-You dabble in odds. -Hmm.

That may be more realistic than you realize.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I heard that you're called the Gambling Buddha.

You're like the philosopher of the poker table.

Right?

-So they say. -Hmm.

Can't say I ever took to it, but it stuck.

What do they call you?

Counselor.

[laughs]

You know, I'm just saying, but if you ever want to

switch up your interests, I can always use a partner

-with your particular skill set. -Hmm.

I own a tier-one law firm.

Got my name on the door and everything.

I'll be staying right where I am.

Well, if you ever change your mind.

Wait for it.

Mmm.

♪ ♪

It never feels fast until I'm in it,

and then suddenly I'm being dumped.

I don't see that happening between us.

That's how it sneaks up on you.

Post-dump is when it actually hits.

And that's when I start replaying everything.

How it started, the chemistry, the late nights,

the effortless dates, the slow fade, the pullback.

And then, once again,

I'm kicking myself because I've leaped straight over the part

where I'm supposed to pace myself and protect my heart

and get to know the person well enough

to see the next thing coming.

You fixed it.

Brilliant.

Phones for me are like scans and scalpels for you.

Just tools of the trade.

Thank you.

What if what's next is more chemistry

and late nights and effortless dates for days

and weeks and months?

That sounds so nice.

But I'm getting the feeling you're a leaper, too.

Well, I don't know for sure since I've never really

leapt into a relationship.

You kept your options open.

I had a few people in the mix.

I guess we did do things backwards, huh?

You mean how we knew we were

absolutely hot for each other the moment we met?

And then we came to the restaurant.

So much for wining and dining each other into bed.

Well, to be fair, we did have dinner on our first date.

But do you call takeout dinner?

No, I'm supposed to treat you to an evening

of fine linen napkins, gleaming china and impeccable service,

dining under soft candlelight in a five-star restaurant

where every detail is curated to perfection.

Our sweet and sour chicken still counts.

[both laugh]

If for no other reason than my fortune cookie

saying go for it,

and far be it from me to argue with fate.

Is that how you see us? Fated?

I'm not sure.

-Then why... -Bring it up?

Because we're already finishing each other's sentences.

Oh.

[both laugh]

How does your dad feel about who you date?

[scoffs] As if my dating life or my sexuality

was anything that I would discuss with my dad.

Why not? You're not close?

Well, I can't say that exactly.

I mean, he was there my whole childhood.

Um, we had a closeness, but not a closeness in, like,

a touchy-feely kind of way.

I mean, I'm not sure, but I think that when he looks at me,

he sees my mom.

Or maybe he sees a sharp, focused businesswoman

who's starting her own company like he started his own firm.

I don't think he sees me at all, much less being like him.

My sister Naomi, now, she's a carbon copy.

She's a lawyer like him.

She likes to argue like him.

And, you know, she's really, really smart.

-You're pretty smart, too. -Says the neurosurgeon.

Yeah. Which is why you should believe me.

And if my estimation isn't good enough for you,

believe your own stats.

Designer, model, entrepreneur,

successful in all three.

Hence, millions of followers.

Chelsea, you are one of the smartest women I know.

Did you ever wonder what I was like

before I fell in love with your father?

I used to think about it a lot.

But after we got to town,

the man you were complaining about

didn't even seem like a real person.

More like a character you constructed

and could rail against.

And honestly, you didn't seem like somebody

a normal person would fall in love with.

Ouch.

But fair.

Look at you. All grown up.

Straightforward.

And just as beautiful as you want to be.

You probably don't want to hear this,

but back then, I was a lot like you, honey.

Mm-hmm.

I was smart, ambitious and looking.

-Looking? -Oh, yeah.

What does that even mean?

I was looking for something, wasn't sure what it was,

but I knew that my jobs as a waitress and a bartender,

they were just stopgaps.

But I was looking for something in Ted.

I thought I found it.

I thought I found a way out in him.

I thought he was my salvation.

When I realized that he wasn't,

it was a real kick in the teeth.

But it also turned me into who I am now.

I don't know, Mama.

I know you pretty well,

and it sounds like you're losing yourself.

What does that even mean?

It means: Who are you?

Without Ted, without this community,

without some 30-year-old dream, who are you?

Do you even remember the woman I grew up loving?

Do you remember how to be my mother?

[indistinct chatter]

See you around.

-What's that? -What?

That look. That cloud.

I'm crazy about you, Chelsea.

You know that, right?

I think so.

No, I know so.

That means I'm here for all of it.

Not just the cheery stuff. All of it.

You sure?

Look, this, you and me, we're new.

And it's surprising and wonderful.

But I'm not gonna lie. It's scary, too.

Okay, say more.

I tend to guard my heart. Not sure why.

Maybe it was because I was so serious about my career.

I wanted few distractions.

And relationships were distracting.

I can see that. And believe it or not, I understand.

You do?

My mom had me in modeling at a very early age.

It wasn't glamorous or fun and all of that.

More often than not, it was grueling exercise,

eating a strict regimen

and not doing anything to mess up my skin.

It was work.

And I was serious about it.

But I've seen your feed.

You've been such a party girl.

And how do you feel about that?

Honestly, a little wary.

I've never dated anyone like you before.

And?

And I'm gonna throw caution to the wind, as they say.

Now, when did they say that?

Back when the dinosaurs had group chats?

[laughs] All right, well, tell me more about you.

-Oh. -Your family, your life.

It doesn't have to be about your dad,

if that's a sensitive subject for you.

It's not sensitive, just disappointing.

I mean, you've met him. You know how he is.

Bossy, stubborn, cranky.

And prideful.

And when that man makes up his mind, it's hard to change.

I can really tell you anything.

And I want to hear it all. Every last syllable.

I've never been in a relationship

where I didn't feel confined.

And I don't feel that way with you.

I don't feel judged.

I feel like I'm listened to. And I...

I finally feel free.

Is that someone you know?

I don't think so. I mean, she could be a patient, but...

I think it's actually you she's looking at.

Of course I remember the me I was with you.

I mean, the times that...

that we shared ice cream right out of the pint.

Getting that magazine and circling all those

free activities for kids and their parents.

The Saturday movies, kids at that theater up the street.

Mm-hmm. Or times

when we didn't have money to do anything.

So we'd just walk around looking at all the street performers

and rating them on that scale that we made up.

Lollipop, which meant the highest,

to prune cake, which meant they were terrible.

And then when we got home, we were laughing and talking

about that tap dancer that was such a prune cake.

And your stepdad didn't have any idea what we were talking about.

Alan.

Alan was kind of slow, right?

Maybe a little.

But he was there, which was important.

Just being there.

Like you, Mama.

You were always there.

You want to go somewhere else?

Absolutely not.

This could be interesting.

Hey, Martin. Where have you been?

Have you given up on your workout routine?

Not exactly.

You seem kind of edgy.

Let's go hit the gym. Let's go after those weights.

-You all set? -Yeah.

Do I sense hesitation?

No, boss.

I'll do what you ask.

Whatever I ask.

Yeah.

-Whatever. -Good.

You know where to find me.

-Okay, let's review. -Let's not.

Come on. You know I'm helpful.

I could see it in your eyes.

You like working with me.

Okay, maybe a little.

In an unofficial, "you as a junior detective" sort of way.

-I knew it. -But do you also know

that you can jeopardize my investigation?

Yeah, you've said that for weeks.

And that you're annoying.

You got to stop annoying me.

You said that, too.

But here we are.

It's no shame in needing my help, Jacob.

I don't need your help, Kat.

You're just not giving me a choice.

That's one way to look at it.

I like to see it as

my cousin-in-law using his time and expertise

to help the very important family he married into.

Well, I am certainly glad to hear

that I did some things right by you.

You did.

I don't ever remember saying otherwise.

I'm the same woman that raised you.

I know.

And since I'm that same woman, I want to hear all about

your new job at Ted's medical practice.

Honestly, it's a lot of responsibility.

I mean, the billing codes alone

are enough to make your head spin.

-Hmm. -But you know what's the most

surprising part?

That one over there is helping me learn the ropes.

Helping you?

Somehow Ted arranged it.

But it makes sense since it was Kat's job before.

Now she's busy selling and making purses.

Yeah, well, you better be careful

of that one, little girl.

She's the kind to exact a very high toll

for any so-called help.

Believe me.

At this point, I'm basically a certified expert

in predicting Kat Richardson's shady moves.

I see them coming before she thinks of them.

I'll be careful.

Good.

Is that someone you know?

I thought I knew her, but turns out I didn't.

That's Allison,

the woman I told you I dated for about five minutes.

It didn't really go anywhere.

Right. I remember.

Half the couple.

She really has some radar on you.

And she's coming over.

I really thought I was being low-key.

You know, just casually watching you from across the room

like some undercover agent.

Clearly, I'm-I'm not as slick as I thought.

How are you doing?

Good.

Hi. I'm Allison.

Also known as the woman intruding on your date.

Apologies for that.

No problem.

Nice to meet you. Madison.

Great name.

And I hope you meant the part about it not being a problem.

Because I'm about to become a lot more rude and intrusive.

Chelsea, can I talk to you for a minute?

Alone? If you don't mind.

And if you don't mind, it'd really mean a lot to me.

This really isn't a good time.

It's all right, Chelsea.

I have an early morning in neurology tomorrow.

I should probably get going.

Look, you really don't have to take off, okay?

I was kind of hoping to...

Well, you know what I was hoping for.

Me, too. Soon.

[door closes]

[sighs]

-Allison. -Wow.

She seems like the full package.

Gorgeous, brains.

Is she yours?

We meet again.

Do I know you?

Once upon a time, there was a congressman

on the side of the road about two years ago.

And after your encounter, you were out of it.

And you needed a little work done.

So yeah, we've met.

-Who the hell are you? -Who, me?

Oh, I don't have a name.

But you can call me the fixer.

Potentially your worst nightmare.

You see, we have a mess on our hands.

A mess that was started by you.

So I'm here to fix that.

But first, I think you need a little civics lesson.

What the hell does that mean?

You do realize who you're dealing with, don't you?

Because I'm counting on you not being as dumb as you look.

The Dupree family,

to whom Congressman Martin Richardson belongs,

is extremely powerful.

In your trash heap language, you might say

they run the rodeo around here.

But you know that, of course.

And if you don't make the right choice and back off,

there will be untold dangers in your path.

And accidents that creep up when you least expect it.

Let's cut to the chase. Is that my money?

Those surgically improved ears of yours,

how are they working for you?

-Fine. -Okay,

so you don't have a hearing problem.

Listen, you can't...

That's where you're wrong.

There's no limit to what I can do.

Now, what you need to do

is leave or suffer the consequences.

[phone buzzing]

You got two days to get out of town.

Or what? You'll kill me?

Nah. That's not me.

This is the end of my participation right here.

[phone buzzing]

What happened? Where's the guy?

Where are you?

At the country club.

All right. Well, sit tight.

I'll be there in 15.

Stop holding back on me, Jacob.

-What's the new lead? -All right.

There's been a potential breakthrough.

I've been waiting forever for this.

-What you got? -It's a security expert I found.

But it's probably nothing. You shouldn't get your hopes up.

Stop treating me like a kid, Jacob.

-Then stop acting like one. -Fine.

The expert found a tiny scratch on the other side of the helmet.

So what does that mean?

If it's a breakthrough clue, it has to mean something, right?

Maybe. If we can match it

to the helmet and the footage, yes.

I don't get it.

How did the FBI not notice?

But you, Mr. Rank-and-File, did.

See? There you go.

Biting the hand that feeds you.

Way to go, Kat.

You're like my big brother.

Little sisters tease brothers. It's a rule.

The same rule that says brothers don't share what they know

until they're good and ready.

Stop torturing me, Jacob.

So this scratch?

The scratch was found on the opposite side of the helmet

that was found in the footage.

So it's not on the video.

How soon they forget.

Look, when Laura's car ran off the road...

-Oh, my gosh! -Keep it down.

The motorcycle turned around

and went back in the direction it came.

So that means the other side of the helmet is on the video.

Exactly.

The FBI spent all their time trying to get a glimpse

of the face, that they pretty much ignored the helmet.

So what now?

Well, now we break down the video

and analyze the scratch.

If the scratch is visible

and it matches the one on the helmet in evidence...

Then we can place Leslie at the scene of the crash.

Exactly.

I'm sorry.

Who you're dating isn't any of my business.

No, it isn't.

So, you want to tell me what it is that you want?

I've just missed you, Chelsea.

Missed what exactly?

You, Craig and I, we had a couple of fun nights,

and then I asked to see you alone and you shut it down.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

I don't bruise that easily.

I'm just recounting our brief history.

I'm sorry anyway.

Okay. All is forgiven.

Wait, I wish I could tell you the whole story.

I don't think there's anything left to say.

But there is.

You never read me wrong.

I was interested in seeing you.

Okay.

But it made Craig jealous.

You guys approached me.

I know. But after I told Craig

that I wanted to see you alone, he gave me an ultimatum.

Drop you or he'd leave me.

So I did.

I did it to save my marriage.

If you two weren't ready to be polyamorous,

that's really not my fault.

None of this is your fault.

It's mine.

I've made such a mess of this.

It's okay, Allison, really.

But I think I made a big mistake with Craig.

He isn't who I thought I married.

He's bitter and he's angry.

And honestly, I'm scared.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Thanks for dinner, Mama.

No, thanks for letting me take you out.

Eva, I've been thinking about how I made you my...

my accomplice, so to speak,

in my vendetta against Ted.

You have?

I told you I've been doing some soul searching.

What have you been telling yourself about it?

That I have so many regrets.

That it was a crappy thing for a mother to do to her daughter.

Oh, yeah.

It kind of was.

And now, I know you need time

in finding your new place in your new life.

And time to fix the damage that I've created for you.

But this?

[scoffs] Sitting here with you,

sharing a meal and talking to you like mother and daughter.

Not just mother and daughter.

But like friends.

[sighs] Oh, baby.

It-it means the world to me.

Tonight was nice, Mama.

Yeah, it was.

What's that brat over there smiling about?

[scoffs] Don't say brat, Mama.

It doesn't mean what you think it means.

Oh.

You are cooked.

What the hell does she mean by that?

Is there any way you can put a rush

on your analyst using that software?

It takes as long as it takes.

But we need to prove the helmet was the one that Leslie wore.

That's what I'm talking about, Kat.

You can either do a job fast or you can do it right.

I'm sure the security app people are working as fast as they can.

But they need matches, evidence.

Those are the things you give to a D.A. to make a good case.

A case they can win in court.

Okay, but what if there's no match?

What if they're different helmets?

Or what if what we see isn't concrete enough?

Then Leslie walks.

I know that you can't tell who somebody is

just based off of one or two encounters,

but Craig, he doesn't strike me as a person

to be bitter or violent.

You think I'm lying.

Like I said, I don't know the two of you very well.

It's hard to know what to think.

Craig has always had a temper.

And he's always scared me.

My brother-in-law is a detective.

And if you want to file a formal complaint against him...

No, no, no. I-I'm not ready for that.

And that's not why I wanted to talk to you.

Oh. What is it?

Truth is, I'd like to pick up where we left off.

Just you and me.

Uh, I'll have a double bourbon on the rocks.

He'll have the same.

[sighs]

What happened? Did you make the payoff?

Martin, for the thousandth time, you don't want to know.

I sure do want to know, Bill.

This is my life we're talking about here.

My career, my-my family.

Okay.

That busboy shouldn't be bothering you again, okay?

What does that even mean?

It means exactly what I said.

And that's all you need to know.

♪ ♪

Don't bother.

So, friend, how are we going to help each other?

I found a connection between Malone and Vernon.

Daddy, is what is bothering you related to Martin?

I'm at the hospital, Jacob. Please come quick.

It's an emergency.

What the hell?

Are you afraid of Joey?

Terrified.

You're a spoiled, selfish little bitch.

Is that the best you've got?

You ready to turn some heads?

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