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Ash, what is wrong?

Nothing.

Um, I've known you forever,

and I'm very familiar with that look.

What aren't you telling me about my dad and Hayley's baby?

Where's Mrs. Hamilton's ultrasound?

I couldn't find it in her records.

Mrs. Hamilton declined the ultrasound,

said she didn't want it.

We're talking about my little brother or sister here.

If something is going on with Hayley's baby,

you need to tell me what it is.

HAYLEY [crying]: Oh, my God!

[crying]

Somebody!

Please. Please.

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong!

Please. Please excuse me.

Hayley. Hayley, what is going on?

-Let me help you. -Don't you dare touch me!

♪ ♪

Doug talks big, but you know the truth.

That he's really just a weak man drowning in his vices.

Then it's up to you to keep him in line.

And if you lie to me again, I'll know it,

just like I did today.

I'll keep Doug under control.

You have nothing to worry about.

DOUG: Vanessa.

I got your message. What do you want?

I want you to back off Joey.

-[door closes] -ELON: Mr. Armstrong.

Chief Hawthorne. What a surprise.

What brings you out to Lakeview Casino?

Maybe a little five-card draw?

I'm here on official police business.

Oh. Well, I'm pretty sure

that my liquor and gaming licenses are up-to-date.

Endless paperwork.

Isn't that the curse of the honest businessman?

But if you really need to see it,

I'm sure I can have my assistant dig it up.

I'm not here about licenses.

I'm here about a murder.

I should have known this was about your little boyfriend.

Why else would you want to talk to your husband?

Have you been drinking?

It's not like I have anything better to do

since I'm no longer working at Garland Memorial.

Don't make it sound like they fired you. You quit.

And I had every reason to.

I was tired of being doubted by everyone,

condescended to constantly.

If you had just answered Ted's questions...

How dare he question me?

My friend, the holier-than-thou Dr. Ted Richardson,

couldn't even give me the benefit of the doubt?

So you quitting is Ted's fault now?

The man cheats on his wife

and has a secret kid with another woman.

Both whom he's kept hidden away for years.

And he has to gall to judge me?

Because you were putting the hospital

and your patients at risk.

And your drinking and running off at the mouth

is putting more than that at risk.

Why does everyone in the world cut Ted slack,

but me, not one damn bit?

I didn't ask you to come here

to talk about Ted's behavior, but about yours.

You need to stop threatening to expose our...

...arrangement with Joey.

Oh. Oh, you mean the money laundering.

Oh. Will you hush? This is not a joke, Doug.

Joey is dangerous.

Murder? Well, that sounds serious.

It is. A guy was recently found shot to death

in Stance Park.

You know, I think I read something about that.

Ugly business.

I understand it was a robbery gone wrong.

The parks are so dangerous these days.

They certainly can be.

But...

a busboy is a rather unlikely target, don't you think?

Was he a busboy? I don't think I read that in the article.

But still... Unless he was walking around

with a sign that said "No money here,"

it sounds like he was just the target

of a thief in a park.

I'm tired of playing games.

Then you shouldn't have come to a casino.

No, let's cut to the chase.

We both know the identity of the body in the park.

Do we?

-Maybe you do. -No.

Yes, we do.

Because we had a long talk about him at Bill Hamilton's office.

You know, that rings a faint bell.

-A coconspirator bell. -No.

No. 'Cause, see, in that conversation,

nobody said anything about killing the guy.

That was a solo decision.

You're in this up to your neck. Mr. Armstrong.

I know you're the one who gave the kill order.

And as chief of police, it's my responsibility

to do something about it.

Well, do your duty.

I won't resist.

But can I have a moment to call my lawyer?

Come on, out with it.

I know you're holding something back.

Well, there's...

nothing to tell.

Seriously?

This is why you lose so badly every time you play poker.

Okay, that was just my...

-You know, a couple of times. -Mm.

Okay, fine. I really want to tell you what I know, but I...

-So do it. -No, I can't.

Because I only found out in my official capacity as a nurse,

and I cannot disclose confidential medical information

to anyone, not even a friend.

Yeah. HIPAA, of course.

Ooh, ooh, I could give you a dollar,

and then you could be my lawyer,

and I could tell you everything,

and it would all be totally legit.

But this would be sticky.

It would only work in your defense

after someone found out you told me.

And that's only after they found out, which means

you could lose your job, and I would never ask you

-to take that risk. -Damn it.

Because I really want to discuss this with someone.

This sounds serious.

I don't know.

Maybe it is.

That's what I've been trying to figure out.

Well, you've told me about your interesting cases before.

Without mentioning any names.

Got it.

[clears throat]

You know, okay, uh,

so this really interesting situation happened

to me at the hospital.

Really? Do tell.

You stay the hell away from me!

All right, relax. Calm down.

I-I am backing off. You see?

I'm just gonna... I'm gonna call 911,

and-and they can send an ambulance.

It hurts so much.

An ambulance would take too long! I need to go now!

All right, then let me drive you.

Get me some towels. Hayley, you can lie down in my back seat.

-Come on. -I said get away from me!

You are scared and in pain.

So just let me get you to the hospital

so they can figure out what is going on with you and your baby.

Don't do me any favors, bitch.

I would rather go with a total stranger

than to let you anywhere near my baby.

You! You. Will you help me, please?

Can you take me to the hospital? [pained groaning]

Uh, of course. I'll take you to the hospital.

Thank you, Mister...?

Oh, you can call me Sammy. And your name is?

Ha.. Hayley Hamilton.

All right, Hayley Hamilton, just lean on me.

-Yeah, just take my hand. -Okay.

-Is that okay? -Mm-hmm.

-I'm not hurting you, am I? -No, no.

-I-I can't thank you enough. -Mm.

I'm pregnant, and I'm terrified

something might be wrong with my baby. I...

Hey, hey, I'm sure everything will be just fine.

Let's just get you and your baby to the hospital.

-Okay. -I can help.

-It's okay. I got it. -Okay, then I'll come.

No! You've already done enough.

Hayley, I am sure Bill doesn't want you going off alone

with some stranger. Please let me come.

Bill would want me to feel safe,

and I don't feel safe with you.

Please, Sammy, let's just go.

The pain is starting to kick in.

[Hayley yells in pain]

Hayley never had an ultrasound?

That is not what I said.

I said an unnamed patient expressly refused a procedure,

and that refusal was noted in her chart.

Right. But that doesn't make any sense.

-Why would Hay... -Uh!

...the patient reject having an ultrasound?

I mean, they're pretty basic, right?

Very safe.

I mean, I thought it was pretty much a requirement

for anyone who was pregnant.

They're generally recommended, sure.

But I've seen patients turn down even the most tame procedures

for a variety of reasons.

Sometimes they're intimidated by the equipment.

Sometimes they're afraid of what the test might show.

No, that doesn't sound like your patient.

She's always been very conscientious about her health.

You'd be surprised. Not all fears are rational.

I've seen even the most practical people, you know

have the most unreasonable fears.

Okay, if she was afraid of having the ultrasound,

for whatever reason, why not just say that?

Well, get this.

-When she was talking to me... -Mm-hmm.

...she acted like she had the ultrasound,

and now you're saying she wants another one?

-This is not making any sense. -I know.

I mean, maybe she discussed having alternatives

to the procedure with her doctor.

Maybe I'm making something out of nothing.

But you're not, though, because I actually saw it.

-Saw what? -I told you.

I was with my dad earlier, and he was going on and on

about how excited he is about Hayley's pregnancy.

Yeah. So?

He actually showed me a sonogram picture of the baby,

and he said that Hayley had given it to him.

You can hold off on a lawyer.

I'm not here to make an arrest.

I'm breathless with relief.

I'm here to let you know...

...I put a lid on the investigation.

That case is officially closed.

-I see. -You better.

You know, I'm not the one who doled out favors,

so I hope you appreciate I'm doing you a big one here.

[laughing]: I think you're... you're doing one

for yourself, as well.

And Vernon Dupree and Bill Hamilton

and Ted and Martin Richardson.

And let's not forget

the venerable Detective Marcel Malone.

Marcel and I take care of each other,

which is what I'm expecting of you, Mr. Armstrong.

See, I like being the chief of police.

I like to think I'm good at the job.

And I intend to keep it.

No argument here.

I happen to think that you excel

at keeping the wrong element in line.

You certainly have my vote.

Do we vote for chiefs of police?

As far as you or anyone else is concerned,

I had nothing to do with that incident two years ago

or its recent aftermath in the park.

Can we agree to that

and put all the unpleasantness behind us?

With pleasure.

Good.

And I trust this concludes any business we might have together.

I can agree to that, as well.

Well, would you look at this.

The chief of police hanging out

with one of the shadiest characters in the DMV.

Now why am I not surprised?

News flash. Joey Armstrong's a dangerous man.

Hide your kids and hide your wife.

Will you keep your voice down?

[laughing]: Why? It's no big secret.

Everybody in town knows Joey's reputation.

I'm not talking about his reputation.

I'm talking about what he's actually capable of.

Such as?

Anything specific you're referring to?

JOEY: Tonight,

we arranged for a very bad man

to be disposed of.

Disposed of?

Meaning...?

Whatever meaning lets you sleep at night.

No, it's just...

Back off. Please.

I know Joey intimidates a lot of people,

including you, from the looks of it.

It saddens me, Vanessa.

Knowing you're with a man who frightens you so.

It's not that Joey scares me. That's not the point.

Well, my point...

is that he doesn't scare me.

I told you, I have Joey exactly where I want him.

He can't touch me.

He already has.

Joey put a bug in your car.

Joey did what?

He put a bug in your car.

And you know this because...

He played me a recording of you and me talking

when you said you had the upper hand,

that you know enough about his operation to ruin him.

If he could easily get in my car,

I guess I should be on my guard.

Yeah, at last you get it.

I mean, if he can put a bug in my car,

no telling what else he might do.

You have no idea.

Obviously you do.

Why are you telling me this?

I wouldn't think Joey would like it.

Because no matter what's going on between us,

you're still my husband, and I still care about you.

-You really mean that? -Of course I do.

I could have found a way to get rid of the bug

without saying a word to you,

but I wanted to give you a heads-up.

At least this way, you'll be able to be on your guard.

Thank you.

And I care about you, too.

Very much.

Which is why I want you to heed your own warning.

Back off of Joey.

Stop laundering money for him.

Stay as far away from this criminal as possible

before he goes down...

and takes you with him.

You've got your son backing you up now?

I don't know if that's adorable or incredibly stupid.

Seeing the two of you together is quite the sight.

Where is Smitty when you need him

to preserve this moment for posterity?

Or better yet, Andre Richardson.

I mean, they do say a picture is worth a thousand words,

and I know exactly which words I'd use.

I think I'm insulted.

What do you think, Chief? Should I be insulted?

Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, formalities?

No point in using formalities on my account.

Mr. Armstrong,

can I have a few moments alone with my son?

Be my guest. I need to go out and check the casino,

make sure no one's trying to steal from me.

Oh, and, uh, you and your son,

please feel free to help yourself to anything in the bar.

On the house.

I'm about to go off duty anyway.

Jacob, you want anything?

No, I'm not taking anything from Armstrong.

[Elon chuckles softly]

That make you feel better?

You think anything could right now?

So I assume you're not here to play cards.

At least you're right about something.

You're here because of me.

Right again.

Hmm.

How did you know I was here?

Because you taught me everything I know.

You've been reduced to tailing your own father, huh?

Nah, not my father.

A crooked cop.

That is just not possible.

Ash, I literally saw the sonogram myself.

Well, are you sure it was a sonogram?

Because there are all sorts of scans, you know.

Positive. Now, I may not be a doctor or have had sonograms

of my own, but I know what I saw.

Okay, do you remember Giselle's baby shower

where the room was wallpapered with sonograms

from all stages of her pregnancy?

Ugh, God. That image is burned into my brain.

Mine, too.

So you know I know what a sonogram looks like.

And my dad definitely said that Hayley gave it to him,

and said it was of their baby.

Why would she do that?

Why would she lie about something like that?

Going to such an extreme?

Faking a sonogram?

Listen, I don't want to speculate.

But I know your mom has a theory about it.

My mom?

What does my mom know of any of this?

She and Hayley don't share information or anything else.

Dani was the one who brought Hayley

to the hospital the day she...

The day the patient declined the ultrasound.

And your mother was convinced then that...

That what?

That Hayley's faking the pregnancy.

[phone ringing]

Look, Dani, I can't talk right now.

I'm about to board my flight to Atlanta.

You can't.

Whatever's bothering you can wait.

Bill,

something terrible has happened.

We have made a royal mess of this relationship

and our lives.

I know, and I'm sorry for my part in that.

But it's not too late.

And I'm not talking about saving our marriage,

as much as I'd like that.

I'm talking about you.

Saving yourself and protecting yourself.

You have to stop doing business with Joey.

You're talking about giving up a lot of money, Doug.

We're each getting a ten percent cut of his operation.

It's not worth it.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth,

like the rest of these people, and you know that.

I worked hard to get into this community, into this world.

I know exactly

the value of money it takes to make the life that we have.

And I also know what happens

when people chase that money the wrong way

and end up in jail, or worse.

Joey is very good at what he does.

He's not about to end up in jail.

But how many of his partners can say that?

Vanessa, if something happens,

Joey is going to protect himself,

and you will be so much collateral damage.

I hear what you're saying, but you're wrong.

It is too late, and I'm in far too deep.

What if you handed the business to him outright?

Get yourself clear.

Just give Joey the real estate business

that I've worked so hard for? Get real.

Besides, I could still be implicated in his...

activities.

I've done my research, Doug.

Money laundering is a federal crime,

and the penalty is up to 20 years in federal prison.

So if you're determined to expose Joey,

you'd be exposing me, too.

Are you really willing to do that?

I'm a crooked cop?

I think you jumping to some wild conclusions here.

When I walked into the station a while ago,

Marcel told me you just

up and closed the Stance Park murder case.

Which was the right thing to do.

Without making an arrest?

Are you telling me how to do my job now, son?

I'm just asking you why you did that.

I figured he must be doing it for a good reason.

Because you're a good cop,

and you trust your superior officer,

the way you've been taught.

Exactly. But when I went to your office

to discuss it with you,

I saw you walking out the back door,

and my gut told me something was off.

Yeah, and you always trust your gut, don't you?

Just like you told me to.

And I followed you all the way here to Joey Armstrong's casino.

And then I see you shaking hands with that man

like y'all are good buddies.

So from what I'm seeing,

it looks like evidence for a conspiracy.

Don't you mean circumstantial evidence?

I think we both know what the circumstances are here.

I always looked up to you.

You were the reason why

I wanted to join law enforcement in the first place.

You were my role model of what a good cop should look like.

When the other kids talked down on cops,

I told them they were wrong,

that my dad was honest,

and he was protecting our community.

And you got into a few fights about it, as I recall.

More than a few.

When you handed me my badge when I graduated from the Academy,

that was the best, the proudest moment of my life.

Mine, too, son.

Were you dirty then?

As dirty as Marcel is now?

Shut your impudent,

ungrateful mouth, Detective, and you listen hard.

You've played this angelic choirboy routine once too often.

You're lucky you haven't gotten yourself killed long before now.

Are you saying my job is on the line, Chief?

You have no idea how much

you've been protected over the years.

And maybe that's my mistake.

Because maybe a little more exposure to reality...

Reality?

Is that what they're calling corruption these days?

The world eats what you call "good cops" and spits them out.

If you ever climbed off your high horse long enough

to look beyond your impossibly rigid moral code,

you would see that cops and criminals,

good people and bad, struggling to survive, but, yeah,

sometimes trampling over the weaker ones when necessary,

but always doing what they have to do to survive.

When good cops become criminals, that thin blue line disappears.

You toss around the word "criminal" pretty easy

for a cop who decides when he does

and when he doesn't have to do his job.

Didn't you recently decide

not to arrest Nicole Richardson for assault?

There was insufficient evidence.

Oh, it happened in a public place,

and there were a slew of witnesses.

Including her estranged husband.

Ah, that's right, son.

I do my homework, and I'm guessing

you and old Ted figured out a way around him having

to implicate his wife, huh?

Yeah.

And we can't forget about your mother-in-law.

I seem to remember Dani pulling a gun

at her ex-husband's wedding, firing it twice,

nearly killing the bride and groom.

You didn't exactly uphold the letter of the law that night,

now did you, Detective?

No. You stood there, and you did nothing.

You chose not to act. Why?

Because your wife asked you not to.

My mother thinks Hayley is faking her pregnancy? But why?

She thinks that Hayley wants to tighten her hold

that she has on your father.

Yeah, that sounds like my mother.

But I think she's wrong on this one.

I've seen my dad and Hayley together,

and they are nauseatingly lovey-dovey.

And that was before the baby.

She has him well and truly whipped.

Maybe things are starting to cool off?

Even if they were,

Hayley has Dad's ring on her finger,

his credit card in her wallet.

Any self-respecting gold digger would sit back and relax,

not fake a pregnancy.

Good point.

-Maybe... -I'm sorry.

I thought you didn't want to speculate.

Well, now you got me going.

Maybe Hayley is afraid that your dad's going

to leave her for your mom.

Mm, doubtful. My parents are done-zo.

Even if my dad saw the error in his ways

and came back to my mom on his knees,

there's no way she would take him back.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

[Naomi scoffs]

Well, you clearly haven't heard half the names

my mom calls my dad since the breakup.

Trust me, she's done.

All I'm saying is that you just don't know

how powerful a hold an ex can have on you.

I mean, especially

when the relationship was so good for so long.

As much as your brain wants to deny it,

all that history--

it can have a real pull.

Maybe you're right.

And look, I'm sorry for getting us off

on this whole Hayley tangent.

I came here because you want to talk about Derek.

And...

Andre Richardson.

Right. Okay.

So, uh, what's going on?

You know what? We can talk about it another time.

I can see that you're really caught up

in this whole Hayley sonogram situation.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Okay. Thank you for understanding,

'cause I really need to get to the bottom of this.

And I promise I will keep your name out of it.

Well, especially because I was just talking

about my patients generally. I mentioned no names.

-Right. No names. -Nope.

-Very good. -Mm-hmm.

Well, I feel compelled

to confront this unnamed patient

and see what she has to say for herself.

Remember, she might have a good reason.

There you go.

Always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt.

And that's why you keep me around-- to remind you to.

I need you in my life for a couple other reasons, as well.

Mm.

In case I need extra cash, I can just play you in poker.

Okay, get out of here.

-I will get back to you later. -Yeah.

-I'll see you. -Yeah.

Oh.

Bye. Thanks.

Wait. Okay, I don't understand, Dani.

Did Hayley fall down,

or did someone bump into her? What happened?

No, not that I know of.

Okay.

But how did she collapse, then?

Look,

Bill, I swear to you,

that's all I know.

Okay, so you just left her there?

Of course not.

Bill, you should know

that I would never harm an innocent baby,

no matter who the mother is.

Yeah, I... I do know that.

I offered to take her to the hospital,

but you know Hayley.

She's gonna accept help from anyone but me.

She got someone else to take her to the ER.

Oh. Okay, good. Thank God.

So, she's at the hospital now?

I think so, but...

She needs you.

Bill, when she left Uptown, she was so scared.

And it looked like she lost a lot of blood.

Blood?

Okay, look, I need to get to her.

Thank God I'm still on the ground.

Bill?

I'm sorry.

What happened?

How's Hayley?

Is the baby okay?

I remember how you asked me to meet you for coffee

at Orphey Gene's the day after Bill and Hayley's wedding?

You were so upset with yourself for failing to arrest Dani.

Remember what you said?

That you knew you had a duty to take action, but you held back.

You said you knew how disappointed I would be in you.

I remember.

Good. Good, 'cause then you probably also remember

what I told you.

Well, let me refresh your recollection.

I said

you were being unnecessarily hard on yourself

for thinking you were derelict in your duty.

I told you that there were different kinds of duty.

You had a duty to your wife and her family, as well as the job.

And that in the heat of the moment,

a good cop has to rely on his judgment.

Yeah, you may not always make the right decision,

but in that case, I think you did just fine.

And after all, what need was there

for you to arrest your mother-in-law

when she ended up turning herself in anyway?

-Okay, I get your point. -No, I don't think you do.

'Cause, see, you seem to think that you can

slither between the cracks

and break the rules whenever you want to,

but the rest of us got to toe the line.

Or what?

Face the wrath of the perfect Jacob Hawthorne?

"Good cop, bad cop" is a strategy

we use with perps, not a charge you make

against your brothers in blue,

let alone your own father!

Next time you want to hurl some accusations around, boy,

you best look in the mirror.

Now, you're my son

and I love you.

And most of the time, I'm damn proud of you.

But as your superior...

...I'm choosing not to bring you up on various charges

that can easily be made based on your numerous

derelictions of duty in the past several months.

I'm also ordering you to drop any and all investigation

into the recent robbery homicide at Stance Park.

That case has been closed,

and you will be assigned to desk duty for the time being.

Are there any questions?

No, sir.

I won't expose Joey's money laundering

to the police or anyone else.

Thank God.

But I'm doing this for you,

not to save myself.

My choice would be to take a chance.

Whatever it takes to get rid of that piece of trash

out of our lives for good.

I know our marriage is in shreds, but...

you're still the mother of my children.

And I wouldn't want Donnell and Deanna

to see their mother hauled off to prison.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Now, what to do about the bug in my car.

You can't remove it. Joey will know I told you.

I know.

I guess I have to

drive in my bugged car in silence.

Unless...

Do you know any music that Joey really hates

that I can play at the highest volume possible?

If I find out, I'll let you know.

I really appreciate you, Vanessa.

Even if I fail to show it.

Doug?

You're doing the right thing.

-I'd expect you to think so. -Not just

because it benefits me, but for your own sake as well.

Remember how Joey went after Randy

when he thought he'd betrayed him?

Well?

What did the doctor say?

Is the baby okay?

The nurses wheeled Mrs. Hamilton into the ER

as soon as we got there.

After that, I don't know exactly what happened.

And you didn't stay to find out?

Well, I would have, but then she realized

she left her phone and her purse here.

-Have you seen them? -Yeah, it's right here.

I'll take it to the hospital myself.

Uh, actually, Mrs. Hamilton was really clear

that she didn't want to see...

I'm sorry, what's your name again?

Dani. Dani Dupree.

Dani Dupree.

That was the name.

If you would take my advice...

...you would stay clear of the hospital and Mrs. Hamilton.

I'm sure stressing her out isn't good for her or the baby.

Maybe you're right.

You said your name was Sammy?

Uh, yeah.

I need to get Mrs. Hamilton her phone.

Wait just a sec. I'm sorry.

You just look very familiar.

[laughs] I get that a lot.

I guess I just have one of those faces.

Huh.

I suppose.

I'm just glad that I was here

to help that poor woman.

I sure hope Mrs. Hamilton doesn't lose her baby.

Me, too.

[door opens]

[tablet chimes]

If you're here to see your father,

he's out of town on business.

I know. I was here earlier.

I'm actually here to talk to you.

I called the office, but Caroline said

you already left. Are you sick?

I've been better,

so maybe you could come back another time?

This won't take long.

I just have one quick question for you.

What is it?

Why did you lie about your ultrasound?

Told him it was on the house.

Oh. Hello.

What a wonderful surprise.

Can I interest you in a drink

or other delights?

I just came to let you know I spoke to Doug.

I was able to convince him to back off,

so you don't need to worry about him making any trouble.

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzing]

What, are you insane?

What are you thinking, showing your face in town?

Oh, my God!

Somebody!

Something's wrong with my baby!

Don't do me any favors, bitch.

I would rather go with a total stranger

than let you anywhere near my baby.

Bitch.

I sure hope Mrs. Hamilton doesn't lose her baby.

[cell phone chimes]

Well? Why did you lie about your ultrasound?

Where's this coming from?

Ashley?

You had your BFF

snoop around in my confidential medical records?

Ashley would never violate HIPAA. You know that.

Okay, well, then, who did?

Because you clearly think you know something.

So just who have you been talking to, Naomi?

-Naomi? -Dad?

BILL: Hayley.

Sweetheart, hey.

Are you okay?

-You're supposed to be in Atlanta. -Yeah, I know.

Dani caught me before I got on the plane.

She told me what happened.

I went to the hospital, but you had already left.

Just tell me, sweetheart.

Are you all right?

No, Bill, I...

I'm not okay.

I lost our baby.

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