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[sighs]

It feels so good to be home.

[phone rings]

No. Mood killer.

Vernon,

darling husband, I'm home.

Where in the world...?

[phone chimes]

So he's dead.

And just like that, my nightmare is over.

Yeah, robbery turned fatal.

Wrong place, wrong time. Look, you won't have

the busboy to worry about anymore.

All right, you can call it destiny or dumb luck,

but it played in your favor.

A lucky break?

That's what we're calling it?

? ?

This is straight-up crazy.

We're really gonna just sit here?

We should just tell Pop to come home.

This whole waiting,

not knowing if he's okay or-or when he's coming home,

it's irking me.

She's right.

Pop's probably just as scared as we are right now.

Your pop had a choice.

He chose to leave.

Apparently, dealing with this,

whatever this is,

took priority over staying

and talking to his family about it.

So what do we do now?

Now we wait.

He'll be back when he's ready.

And then?

And then we talk.

You good, Martin?

You look like you could pass out.

I came here ready to burn everything down.

My career, my reputation.

And I damn near did.

I can't believe I almost went through with it.

Neither can I.

Though some of us seem to have planned for every contingency.

See something fascinating?

Just waiting on you to drop the act.

What act is that?

The one where you pretend I'm here

for any other reason except being your alibi.

You're here because you're beautiful.

And I love looking at beautiful things.

What, it can't just be because I enjoy your company?

That line may work on other women,

but we both know I'm not like other women.

Our beloved congressman calls

for a press conference out of the blue.

Bill Hamilton shows him something on his phone.

Suddenly, it's all over.

And throughout it all, you don't even blink.

Should I?

Life happens.

I'm close with the Duprees, remember?

And if they're wrapped up in something,

I want to know about it.

Every...

dirty...

detail.

Another minute, and those reporters were gonna know

the truth about what happened two years ago.

A version of it anyway.

I was going to take full responsibility, Granddad.

Protect you.

Both of you.

Yeah, well, that's handled now.

All of us can breathe easy.

Yeah, now that he's dead.

Wait, hold up.

This picture was sent to you

at the perfect time.

What the hell, Bill?

Look, our friend at Metro did what any decent cop would do.

Soon as he ID'd the vic, he knew we needed to know.

But the timing, though.

My press conference,

that photo.

It's all way too neat.

Life has a funny way of surprising us.

You know, some coincidences destroy everything we've built.

And others, they're like divine intervention.

Yes.

A man died tonight.

That's tragic, I'm not gonna sugarcoat that.

But for two years you've been living under a shadow, Martin.

A good man trapped by bad luck.

Look at you.

A loving husband and father,

a dedicated United States congressman

fighting for the people.

And all this time, you've been carrying

the weight of uncertainty,

knowing that whenever the past made itself known,

it wouldn't just disrupt your life, it would dismantle it.

It certainly felt that way.

I know, son.

Well, guess what.

It's over now.

Right?

You can breathe finally.

Fix that mess with Smitty.

You can stop living life like disaster's around every corner.

Look.

The threat isn't on hold, Martin.

It's gone.

What's your gut telling you?

They claimed family emergency, but no one's rushed out.

Everyone's still here and having whispered conversations.

You know what?

What am I thinking? I can't trust you anyhow.

Keep your secrets.

I'll get what I need straight from the source.

What's wrong?

Worried about what I'll find out?

No, I'm not worried about what you'll find out.

But you should be.

[phone buzzing]

Is it Pop?

It's not.

I'm sorry to disappoint you guys,

but I really do have to take this.

-Dad, whatever it is... -Samantha,

can you please just give me the room? Here.

Take this.

Thank you.

Gordon.

Hey. Yeah.

No, it's-it's a little unexpected, but

are you still at the office?

Wait. Martin?

Canceled? What press conference are you talking about?

Does any of this make sense to you?

Hey, listen, listen.

This right here is your Get Out of Jail Free card, nephew.

Let's just take it and run.

That's just it, Bill.

I don't think it is.

When Kenny showed up, I was trapped.

But tonight?

Tonight I finally chose to stand in my truth.

And whether he's dead or alive,

my nightmares won't stop until I do.

No. Uh, I mean...

Handle your business with Smitty,

your mother and the family, but going public?

That's just begging for more trouble.

You've been trying to stop me

since the minute I walked through the door.

I thought you were looking out for me.

But you were just buying your time.

And that photo

being sent right when I was about to speak?

That couldn't have been a coincidence.

Just be 100% with me, Bill.

What's really going on?

Yes, Candice. Same publication, different desk.

Well, you know I'm not gonna comment

on my husband or his work.

Besides, wasn't that press conference

canceled anyway, right?

Yep, canceled due to a family emergency,

so I just wanted to call and check on you

and make sure everything's okay.

Nice try, but I know a story hunt when I hear it.

You're not gonna find your lead here,

but I... appreciate your concern.

I'll see you at work.

[sighs]

Damn it, Martin, what kind of mess

did you get yourself caught up in?

You need to slow your roll, nephew.

Your emotions are running too hot right now.

Nah. For the first time tonight,

I'm seeing crystal clear.

You got Joey Armstrong posted in here like he owns the place.

I thought he was coming in here to shut me down,

but maybe he knew exactly how this was gonna play out.

Vernon.

Now you want my input?

And Kenny suddenly is dead?

And our friend at the Metro.

That was Detective Malone, right?

He took the case.

Or was it the chief of police who assigned a different friend?

BILL: You're reaching.

And then those photos sent to your phone at the right time.

Coincidences happen.

One, maybe two.

I could buy that, but all of this?

REPORTER: Congressman Richardson.

Any comment on why tonight's press conference was canceled?

I'm dealing with a private family matter.

That's all I can say at this time.

The congressman isn't taking any more questions.

I need everybody out.

Come on, guys.

I can see the relief on your face.

I told you I could handle this.

Why didn't you stop him?

Martin, please. We'll work through this.

Uh, no, we can't work through it

because he's already fixed it.

I can't even come clean.

You took that away from me.

Voices down, huh?

There are still people here.

MARTIN: Nobody cared to ask me what I wanted

or gave a damn about how I felt going through this.

And now it's too late.

Excuse me.

You sorry son of a...

Something changed when he canceled that press conference.

I felt it in you.

Well, I'm feeling a lot of things tonight.

Don't play with me, Joey.

I'm on to something.

Why can't you admit it?

You sure you want to do this?

Try me.

Okay.

Tonight we arranged for a very bad man

to be disposed of.

Disposed of?

Meaning?

Whatever meaning lets you sleep at night.

Uh, that call, who was it?

It has to be about Pop.

Everything is about Pop tonight.

You say it like it's his fault.

It is, isn't it?

We don't know that.

[door opens]

No. Please, Smitty,

let me explain.

Now you want to talk?

All those nights of me holding you

through your nightmares, you couldn't explain then.

The weeks of me watching you destroy yourself.

The weeks of you watching me worry myself sick.

Dad, please!

He's home. Isn't that what matters?

I'm so sorry.

I know how worried you've all been.

We're just glad you're here, Pop.

Aren't we, Dad?

All the lies, Martin.

-I know. -The secrets.

Watching you spiral.

And then you push me away like I'm nothing.

The kids watching their pop fall apart

and not understanding why.

You're right about all of it.

My family deserves better.

You're damn straight we do.

And that ends tonight.

No more secrets.

No more hiding.

Go ahead.

We're all here.

We're all listening.

I need to talk to your father alone.

SMITTY: No.

Whatever darkness you're carrying

or whatever secrets you're finally ready to share,

they affect every single person in this room.

This family- we don't do secrets anymore.

And they deserve to hear it, too.

I thought the danger is what drew you to me.

Plenty of things get me hot and bothered,

but at the moment I think I'm just bothered.

Are you unclear or just hoping

that your worst suspicions aren't true?

Well, I would like them to be wrong.

Are they?

[sighs]

Babe.

There are limits to what I will share about my business.

You like to play that you get

turned on by the rush.

By getting close to the edge.

Honey, that is a dangerous game.

And why don't you let me be the judge of that?

Okay.

You really want to know exactly what happened tonight?

Every dirty detail, as you put it?

Fine.

Just say the word.

I told you to call off the thugs.

I told you how lucky we were

that Joey's man didn't follow through

on his assignment to take out Martin's blackmailer.

You looked me right in the eyes

and we agreed

that we would pay this man whatever it took.

No. No, you heard exactly

what your self-righteous ass wanted

to hear, as usual.

You intentionally misrepresented.

Money wasn't gonna cut it, okay?

We tried that two years ago, and look what happened.

He came right back, thirsty for more.

And he would have kept coming.

Bleeding us dry, putting your precious family at risk.

My family is at risk.

We're accessories to murder.

Aw, come on, old man.

You really think that I'm that sloppy?

That's not why you beg for my help

to clean up every single one of your messes.

You know, that's what you never understood.

You need me a whole lot more than I need you.

Yeah, until your dysfunctional family implodes again.

And they will, they always do.

You know what, and this time

maybe I won't come running to help you.

Maybe I'll remember tonight and tell the almighty Duprees

that they can all go to hell.

Well, I hope you feel better

after getting all of that off your chest.

Huh?

Someone finally showed their teeth.

But we both know who really holds the power in this room.

SAMANTHA: Dad, if it helps, we can go upstairs.

Speak for yourself, sis.

I want the tea.

Tyrell, can you not say whatever dumb comment

that just jumps into your head?

Pop already said that he would explain everything.

If you need to talk to him first, we can go upstairs.

I don't even know what I'm agreeing to, so fine.

We'll be right upstairs.

Right, Tyrell?

Against my will.

I am so deeply sorry.

About all of it.

I don't want your damn apologies.

I don't want your guilt.

I want answers.

I saw him, Martin.

The man that you let near our children.

So I need to know exactly what happened two years ago

and what right you thought you had to keep it from me.

And I swear

before God, if you lie to me one more time...

Two years ago,

that night,

I was at a political event with Granddad.

We were on our way back

and we took a wrong turn.

No big deal, right?

I was laughing at Granddad's stories,

having a good time...

So there I was doing my thing at the town hall meeting,

and there was this dog that kept barking.

One of your constituents brought their pet?

Oh, yeah, and every time I was on the brink

of an important point...

The dog would bark.

Like he had the script of my speech.

[both laughing]

The dog's timing was better than Richard Pryor.

Had everybody in that room laughing.

So what'd you do?

Politely asked the dog's owner if she could keep her pet quiet.

-Uh-oh. -Uh-oh is right.

She got all insulted.

Told me in no uncertain terms,

"My dog has got something to say,

and you refuse to call on him."

[bang]

Oh.

Flat tire.

Looks like it.

What did it matter if we took a scenic route?

But it mattered.

Oh, my God.

It mattered.

It was a dark, deserted country road.

We were all alone.

Well, that's what we thought.

Anyway.

[sighs]

No problem, Granddad, you just sit back and relax.

I'll change the tire.

[chuckling]: Don't mind if I do.

All right.

? ?

What we got here?

You boys got car problems?

Never known a spook yet who knew squat about cars.

MARTIN: We don't want any trouble.

I'm just gonna change the tire, and we'll be out of your way.

VERNON: Oh, oh.

I want to thank you gentlemen for stopping to help us.

But my grandson and I,

we got this.

Don't look that way to me, old man.

Looks like you two are gonna be out here all night

unless a couple of friendly bystanders

like ourselves pitch in and help.

Of course, it'll cost you.

How much money you got?

Perhaps we should call the police to assist us.

Cops won't change your tires.

-Let's see what color's your money. -Yeah.

-Don't do this. -Hey! Hey!

[grunting]

[shouting]

Martin!

Stop! It's enough!

-[shouting] -It's over. It's over.

He's dead.

This guy's unconscious.

Dear God.

What have I done?

[exhales] I...

I can't believe it.

There's more.

Speaking of secrets...

...isn't that your pal

making an unexpected appearance?

Hello, Detective.

Please join our little party.

I hear it's been quite the productive evening.

ANITA: Allow me, my love.

-Oh... -[laughs]

When did you...?

Just got in.

-Oh. -Perfect timing, it seems.

Time stands still when you're near.

Always has.

Mmm.

[phone ringing]

You should get that.

No.

Nothing's more important than right now.

[chuckles]

You have no idea

how much I needed to see you tonight.

Vernon, baby.

Tell me.

Tell me all of it.

Then what came after?

I'm not so sure about that part.

I was so out of it.

Hey.

Don't shut down on me, Martin, not again.

Sorry.

Granddad knew who to call to handle this business

and who could make something like this disappear.

Detective Malone.

That man showed up like he was already waiting

with Chief Hawthorne right behind him.

Jacob's father.

So he was in on this.

Granddad made the order.

And he told him to get me out of there.

And he brought me back home.

And that's when you saw me.

I knew that something serious had gone down.

And your-your clothes were...

Where's your clothes?

What happened to your suit?

They were Granddad's.

There was so much blood, Smitty.

I killed a man.

And I snuffed his life like it was nothing.

And the other?

What I did to his face.

I see it in my nightmares.

It was awful.

And...

...that's why I couldn't tell you.

But...

there was still...

There's still a body.

And you still had a witness to silence.

Were... you a part of that?

I went along with all of it.

Even when Joey Armstrong was brought in.

Bill's doing.

And that's why Malone's account blew up.

Saving a congressman's career

doesn't come cheap.

But you were just defending yourself.

Yeah, but there are no guarantees.

You know that.

One minute I'm happy and...

enjoying my granddad laughing,

no care in the world.

And then, the next...

The next?

I can't even explain

the rage, Smitty.

When that white man put his hands on my granddad...

something inside of me snapped.

And I couldn't control it.

And I didn't want to control it.

I just wanted to protect him.

And I wanted to stand against that hate.

Stand against everything that they stood for.

I still can't believe I did it.

I couldn't stop myself.

I couldn't even try.

I'm so sorry.

You were living in hell

this entire time. I...

I can't imagine what that must have been like for you.

I just learned the most fascinating thing about you boys

and your- How'd you put it?

Oh, that's right- disposal business.

It must be quite the adrenaline rush.

Remind me again what you find

remotely attractive about this one.

I appreciate a smart mouth,

especially when it knows when to stop.

You started this little round of truth or dare, baby.

And now I'm ending it.

Fun time's over, Vanessa.

-I'll be the one to make... -Enough!

I mean it, Vanessa, this isn't a damn game.

If you push this any further tonight or ever...

...then our evening won't end

with the usual fun on a poker table.

It'll be a much less happy ending.

For you.

Drinking alone?

Here's a tip.

When you are solo drinking at the bar,

looking like your dog just died,

that's what we in the dating pool

call a red flag.

Of all the gin joints in all the world.

Since you're the one who materialized

as if by magic,

it must have been something good

that brought you home this early.

Was it the Articulettes being back in harmony?

The set list finally came together?

Your voice finding that sweet spot?

Stop.

Right now.

Something's wrong.

You know I can sense that in you

just as clearly as you would sense it in me.

It's your homecoming, baby.

I don't want to spoil it with my troubles.

Mm-mm, that ship sailed when I saw your face.

Come, sit.

Now.

No more dancing around.

You want the rest now?

Yeah.

No more delays, Martin.

Kenny was one of them.

The survivor.

I had convinced myself he was gone for good.

The way I beat his face that night.

I just found out that my father was called in.

For plastic surgery.

And after that was done,

he was given money.

To start a new life overseas.

Far from us.

And then he did the math.

You paid him off once, he can come back for more.

Only this time he used our kids

as a first play to get to you.

He was more calculated than that.

He's been around here for weeks.

Right under our noses.

Weeks?

Yeah.

He got himself hired

at the country club as a busboy.

Every day I'd walked by him

and not even realized

what was standing right in front of me.

Until...

he made it very clear

that he was back.

And how much it would cost

for him to keep quiet.

So he's been blackmailing you

and putting our family at risk for weeks,

and you still kept me in the dark?

Granddad insisted that was for the best.

Vernon isn't in this relationship, Martin.

I desperately wanted to tell you, I did.

But if this went bad,

one of us had to stay clean

for Samantha and Tyrell's sake.

Plausible deniability?

Is that really what you're going with right now?

The kids couldn't lose both of their fathers.

Yeah, but they can be exposed to a monster.

I spoke to him.

And what did that accomplish?

You got his word that if you pay him off,

he would leave us alone?

Do you really believe his promises?

You really think he's somebody that knows the meaning of trust?

I thought Granddad had handled it.

Meanwhile, I'm in this marriage with you,

sleeping with you, and you leave me and the kids vulnerable

by not giving us the information.

And that's why I called Malone.

And look what good that did.

Yeah, the guy with the innocent-looking face

that you paid for, by the way,

got to our son through a pickup game of chess.

And to our daughter with that app nonsense.

Our kids, Martin.

If that guy wanted retribution instead of money...

I know. I know.

I confronted him.

What?

-Alone, Smitty? -Yeah.

Yeah, I had no reason to think he was dangerous

because my husband didn't tell me.

And you know what he said?

He said that you're the villain in this story.

Maybe he's right.

No, no, no, no, no. You do not get to do that.

You do not get to play on the sympathies.

I held you when you had these nightmares.

I begged you to let me in.

Maybe you thought that you were protecting us,

but now that this racist piece of trash

is back here, you owed me the truth.

And you owed our kids protection.

And you failed us.

Maybe I'll give you boys some privacy,

find myself a nice glass of wine.

I don't think that's necessary.

I'm sure I know exactly what my friend came to share.

So we're all caught up, Detective?

All squared away.

Then, if you'll excuse us...

...I'd like to know exactly

what other dangerous thoughts

Ms. McBride has been entertaining.

I was just about to tell you that you certainly know

how to make your point.

But do you know how to take direction?

Especially when it counts?

I think I just proved I can play nice.

Good to know.

For now, anyway.

I'll take what I can get.

You know, you're just about the last person

I need to see right now.

Don't tell me you're still in a snit

about the whole pregnancy emergency thing with Hayley.

I didn't drag her over to my place.

Barging in was her idea.

And since your wife decided

to show up unannounced, fully aware

of how I feel about her, your marriage,

and your expectation, she should have anticipated

that she might have gotten upset.

If she truly cared so much

about the supposed bundle,

she should have stayed away.

Okay.

So don't blame you. Blame her?

[chuckles] It's so typical of you.

You know me well.

Just like I know you're glad I showed up.

That's what you think?

Well, you haven't told me to leave yet.

And if I had to guess,

you are relieved you have someone to open up to.

[chuckles]

I got to hand it to you, Dani.

When you're wrong, you take it to new levels.

Try me.

Why do you even care?

Maybe I'm just bored since Pamela left town,

and watching the great Bill Hamilton miserable

always was quality entertainment.

Fine.

[sighs] It has to do with your daddy.

-Ooh. -Yeah. He just...

chewed me out, man.

Didn't pull one single punch.

And a few of 'em landed?

Hard.

-Did you have it coming? -Mm.

-What do you think? -[laughs]

That's definitely a yes.

Although I still can't see it.

Daddy's just a big old teddy bear.

To you maybe.

I get the grizzly version.

Well, if Daddy went full tilt,

it's because he knew you could take it.

Why do you think he invested so much in you back in the day?

Because I married his baby girl.

You can't be a nobody when you become a Dupree.

Well, there's that.

But he saw something in you, too.

Hmm, what, a convenient punching bag?

When the occasion demanded.

Also...

ambition...

intelligence...

drive.

Come on, don't play dumb.

You and Daddy always complemented each other.

Still do.

Nah.

Not anymore.

I wanted to tell you before,

during your last visit.

But you were practically glowing

while you talked about the concert and rehearsals.

Plus our kids and grandkids were here.

And I didn't want to ruin the good time for them.

Vernon, stop stalling.

What has you this shaken?

It's Martin.

You know that, uh,

night from two years ago?

The night we never talk about.

It's all come back.

And our grandson, Anita...

...he's drowning.

What I did that night was not a decision.

It was a reaction.

An instinct to saving my granddad's life and my own.

And what came after,

those were decisions, choices.

All of them bad.

But the worst choice of them all?

I wasn't honest with you.

And I'm so sorry, Smitty.

I know.

I know you are.

And what happened to you two years ago,

I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

The fact that that happened to my husband?

Martin, that was, that was the hardest thing

I've ever had to listen to, and I am so sorry

that you, you suffered like that.

Then you understand why I didn't tell you before.

Yeah.

I do. I...

I would not have gone along with that cover-up.

-Smitty... -No.

I said I understood why you didn't tell me

when it happened two years ago.

You were in shock.

And then the months and years since,

I can chalk that up to loyalty

for your grandfather and others.

Self-preservation.

But...

There should have been a time where the loyalty

for this family that we've built together

mattered more.

Where you were compelled to tell me.

And that time came and went.

When that evil came into town.

When he came back.

I tried to handle it.

But you didn't.

And it got dangerous.

And, Martin...

it's still dangerous.

And that's why you need to leave.

Tonight.

Smitty, no.

If that man is targeting you,

I will not have you anywhere near our kids.

-Baby, no. -Not until the danger has passed.

It has passed. It's over.

-Don't you dare lie to me. -I'm not.

What, did you give him another payoff?

A lot of good that did last time.

You don't understand.

How much longer before he shows up

in another chess game with our son?

-It won't happen. -You can't know that.

I can.

Because he's dead.

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