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TYRELL: Pop, this isn't right. Chelsea

would never ghost her own launch like that.

She's been grinding for months, sweating every detail.

Complete radio silence.

Her team can't even reach her.

Comments are blowing up all on her Instagram feed.

Everybody's shook. Chelsea's not gone 'cause she wants to be.

I can feel it.

Yeah, I sent a text to the family group thread

-for updates. -And?

Nothing beyond Chelsea being a missing person.

Hey, you know, why don't we wait a beat

and see what happens, okay?

We don't know what we don't know.

Bluesky's are blowing up right now.

"Where's Chelsea?" is trending.

Do you guys have any real info?

They shut down the launch. That's all we know,

and-and Pop's been on the phone since we left.

Hey, hold that thought. I'm on the phone with Mom.

She's coordinating with everyone to figure out what happened.

Okay. You were saying?

SAMANTHA: You, uh, you won again.

You're really in your bag, big bro. Congrats.

Nobody cares about a trophy.

Our cousin could be in trouble,

and we don't even know what happened to her.

What if it's something,

like, really bad?

You're ruining it.

You're supposed to be the love of my life,

so stop being an ungrateful bitch.

I am the one who decides when this is over.

Do you have any idea what I went through to make this perfect?

It was all curated for your special taste.

The lavender-scented candles that you use

in your self-care Sunday post.

The wine that you serve at all of your celebrations,

the food from Uptown, all of your favorites.

That's how much I care about you, Chelsea.

You really think stalking my socials

and memorizing every aspect of my life makes this a love story?

News flash: it makes you a lunatic.

This isn't love. It's psychotic.

You got me chained up in here

like we're in a low-budget horror movie.

Always the influencer making everything so dramatic!

You're missing the bigger picture here, baby.

This is our opportunity to reconnect,

to fix what went wrong, and to finally be on the same page.

You're a psycho!

? ?

-So good. -Right?

I can't believe I slept on this movie.

Me, the girl who's seen every single thing

Queen Bey's ever touched.

Even the epic Coachella performance?

Five times, honey.

Got every dance memorized.

-[laughing] Oh, my God. -[laughs]

Like, I really could sub in for any of those dancers

-at this point. -Same!

Though, I've probably watched this movie even more.

Okay, and is that for Beyonc� or Idris?

Listen,

-when God was handing out fine, -Mm-hmm?

Idris got in line twice.

[laughs]

[British accent]: Would you like a spot of tea

for that thirst, darling?

First of all, don't waste the snacks.

And second...

[British accent]: you need to work on that accent, darling.

[regular accent]: Well, it seems like this movie

isn't the only thing giving obsessed.

[regular accent]: Guilty as charged.

Ugh, it's no way that I would've had

this much fun if I was still pregnant.

God, Hayley, I'm-I'm so sorry you went through that.

I appreciate it, and you.

It's nice having a real friend when I've basically been

blacklisted from all things Dupree.

But, you know, who needs their bougie-ass events anyway?

I'd rather watch paint dry.

I would too,

as long as shirtless Idris was the one doing the painting.

[laughs] I can't with you.

-Good luck with the FBI guy. -Yeah, Buchanan.

If there are any strings to pull, we'll get it done.

Chelsea's coming home to us. You hold on to that.

Thanks, Mom.

Hey. Your parents are gonna work their magic.

Yeah. You know them.

They're all the way on it.

Using every connection, including the feds.

Yeah.

God, Bill,

all those fights I had with Chelsea.

Why was I so hard on her?

No, Dani, no, no. Stop that.

All right? Look. You've been an amazing mother.

You don't have anything to regret.

Me, on the other hand...

I...

I know I could've been more present, you know?

Chelsea always felt like I favored Naomi,

and that-that wasn't true.

You know, I-I loved them both the same.

I don't know, maybe I never knew how to show it.

Hey.

She is gonna be fine, okay?

We just have to have faith

that our girl's coming home soon.

All right?

My God, I hope she's okay.

What has my queen looking so troubled this evening?

The Duprees. Dani's daughter Chelsea was

supposed to be at her purse launch this evening, but...

something's wrong.

You don't really care about that, do you?

What I care about is why you called me here.

But seeing you in that outfit makes the trip over worthwhile.

You clean up pretty well yourself.

Though I was starting to think you were standing me up.

Oh, I had a situation at the casino.

Some Harvard MBA decided

he could count cards at my table.

Ivy League education and the street smarts of a toddler,

so I had to straighten him out.

Am I afraid to ask?

He won't be playing those odds at my place anytime soon.

Now, why don't you tell me why you called?

What's the urgency?

Let me at least get you a drink first.

You know, your money is no good around me. You know that.

And why don't you tell me what's wrong?

I think we should pull back from whatever this is.

Look, I'll admit, at first, it stung

being excluded from the Dupree's inner circle,

especially after being accepted the way I had been,

but now, I'm so over those people

and their holier than thou-ness.

Trust me, I am sleeping

just fine.

So you're telling me that there's

not even a tiny part of you that feels something

when Bill's with Dani?

Like tonight, at Chelsea's launch?

You can be honest, Hayley. It's just us here.

It's his daughter's event.

What am I supposed to do-- throw a fit every time

he needs to co-parent?

I'm not that desperate woman trying to keep

her husband away from his kids.

Everyone's on edge waiting for news.

How's Dani handling it?

How do you think? She's falling apart at the seams.

Bill and Naomi are in the kitchen

trying to convince her to eat something,

but you know how Dani is when she's scared.

She's already imagining the worst.

Speaking of Naomi...

She's trying to be strong, but I can see right through it.

It's her sister, after all.

Mother and Daddy just left to go speak

to one of their contacts at the FBI.

Let me help, Mom.

I have direct contacts at all the major tech companies:

Apple, Google, Meta.

We can trace her digital footprint.

Thank you, Martin. Really.

Tyrell and Samantha?

Here with Smitty and me.

Hold them close tonight for me.

We're gonna find Chelsea, Mom.

Whatever it takes.

Pop, what's happening?

Based on what they found at Chelsea and Kat's,

they think Chelsea has been kidnapped.

What? Are you for real?

That lead from Allison's visit to the hospital,

when you checked her out the other day?

Yeah. Did it give you anything?

It's a dead end. When billing tried to process her insurance,

everything came back fake.

It's as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

Kat, any luck with the tablet?

I've gone through everything. Dating apps, DMs, photos.

It's like she tried to erase Allison completely.

I mean, I can't blame her. What about the husband?

You mean to tell me this woman that's obsessed

with Chelsea is married?

Not happily, trust me.

Okay, now I'm lost.

It was a whole throuple situation.

You don't want to know the details.

-Does this husband have a name? -Uh... Craig, I think.

Allison's last name was Bailey, so it could be his, too.

Maybe it's on her emergency contact form at the hospital.

I don't need it. There's a Craig in Chelsea's contacts.

Please tell me there's a number.

No digits, but I found his IG. Messaging him now.

Come on, Craig.

Give us something we can use to find our girl.

Remember what I said earlier about not wanting to hurt you?

You're already hurting me.

Or what, you thought that kidnapping me

and chaining me to a bed was some twisted kind of foreplay?

Don't be cute.

Not while I'm trying so hard to make this special for us.

Special?

Girl, you need some serious help.

I-I'm giving you a chance to do this the nice way, Chelsea.

To remember what we had and what we can have again

if you just stop fighting it.

We never had anything real.

This just proves how crazy you really are.

Crazy? Oh, baby, you haven't seen crazy yet.

Just keep talking and you might.

Allison.

-We need to stop this. -Do we?

Because that's not what your eyes are telling me right now.

Th-This is not about our attraction.

Doug's in over his head, and I can't stand by

while you drag him under.

Doug isn't even here.

-It's just you and me. -That's the problem.

When I'm with you, I forget everything else.

You're not just another game.

You're real. Dangerous.

And that's exactly why you can't stay away.

Why you won't stay away.

I don't even want to know what that's about.

Not our concern. We have a granddaughter to find.

NICOLE: You're working?

I have court tomorrow,

and the judge has a reputation for tearing apart

any case that's not airtight.

And you feel like that's what you need to be doing

right now in the middle of everything else?

My client is a single mother of three,

and the bank is trying to foreclose on her house

because of some predatory lending practice

that was buried in the fine print.

I can't let this woman lose her home because I was...

too distracted.

I hear you wanting to help your client,

but I'm wondering if there is something else

that's driving you.

Sometimes, when we feel powerless in one situation,

we try to assert control in another.

You're way too good at that.

The therapist thing? Damn straight.

Well, another success story for Dr. Dupree.

Made me realize what I was actually doing.

You know, in court...

...I'm unstoppable.

One look at a witness

and I can tear their entire testimony apart.

One misstep by opposing counsel, and I have them dead to rights.

I hardly ever lose

'cause I can always find the angle.

I always find a way to win.

But what good is any of that now?

Everybody's already doing something.

Jacob is working his contacts,

Kat is combing through social media, and me?

I am sitting here, useless.

Reviewing case law like it matters,

like any of this matters when Chelsea is...

She's out there somewhere, Aunt Nicole.

And I can't...

I can't save her. I can't fix this. I can't...

-She's my baby sister. -I know, sweet girl.

I know.

You can call him, you know.

We're supposed to be having a girls' night,

which will be over the minute your husband

walks through the door,

so why don't you give Bill a call?

-Find out his ETA. -I don't want to sound needy.

Just blame it on me

not wanting to start a movie you won't finish.

I like the way you think. Okay.

Hey, babe. Listen, something's happened.

Chelsea is missing, and

we think she's been kidnapped.

What? No, no, no, no.

That's-that's terrible. Who would do that?

We don't know. I'm at the Duprees' right now.

I'm trying to go over where our next steps are gonna be

with the rest of the family.

Okay, I'm coming over.

No, that's not a good idea, babe.

You being here would just... it would just complicate things.

I'm your wife.

I should be with you during crisis.

Not now. Not this time.

Look, I'll fill you in when I can, okay?

Love you. Bye.

I love you, too--

Look, Chelsea is smart.

She's resourceful, okay?

She built her whole social media empire all on her own.

I'm sure she can get over on this crazed fan.

Crazed fan?

No. This Alison woman is more than that.

Who is she, exactly?

You don't know.

Bill, Allison is the woman who broke Chelsea's heart.

I've been through Craig's entire social media feed.

There's not one picture tagged with an Allison anywhere.

No variations of Allison or nicknames or initials either?

You've seen this woman. What am I missing?

Nothing.

Craig has multiple pictures with women,

but none are the Allison I met.

Me either.

Although it does seem that this throuple arrangement

appears to have been one of many.

Keep working it.

One receipt, one tag, one check-in--

that's all we need. I got people working around the clock

trying to find whatever they can about this Craig,

possible last name Bailey--

marriage license, property records, the whole nine.

Dr. Montgomery, you're still here.

I've been helping Jacob and Kat go through Chelsea's accounts.

Ah, well... Thanks for being here.

Chelsea needs friends like you right now.

Craig DM'd me back. He's down to meet.

-Who is Craig? -Allison's husband.

-What? -KAT: It's a whole situation.

We don't have time to explain. You coming?

We'll be back.

-KAT: Jacob, let's go. -I'm coming.

I'll walk you out.

I don't know what's worse.

Being powerless while my daughter's in danger

or realizing how much of her life I missed.

I mean, what kind of father doesn't even know his own child?

The second part is fixable.

When we find her-- and we will--

you'll have time to truly know your daughter.

I pray you're right. I can't lose that chance.

-Vernon. -Buck.

-Mrs. Dupree. -Anita, please.

It's good to see you, Assistant Director Buchanan.

Hey, I'm Buck. Especially when I'm hanging out with this guy.

We spent a lot of time in the trenches together.

Yes. Times have changed.

You made it to assistant director at the FBI.

I made it to the Senate.

From civil rights activists to the halls of power.

Who would've thought?

I'm sorry. We didn't ask for this meeting to reminisce.

-We need your help, Buck. -What's the situation?

It's our granddaughter, Chelsea.

She's disappeared from her home.

There's this woman who's apparently been stalking her.

We need to know what you can do,

and please, time is of the essence.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised

that you want to pump the brakes.

So you also recognize we've been playing with fire?

Oh, no, beautiful, that's where you're wrong.

I have an insatiable appetite for the fire.

But you, for all your talk that you're ready,

we both know that you've been pretending.

Don't diminish what we had, Joey. It was real.

Is real, present tense.

And that's what terrifies you.

You see, you want the thrill without the consequence.

The danger without the burn.

But my world doesn't work

like your escort escapades.

You're being awfully cocky for a man getting turned down.

Just being honest.

Run all you want, Vanessa, but now that you've had

a taste of the real thing, you'll be back.

I just can't promise that I'll still be interested

once you figure out what it is you really want.

My husband's out there suffering, and what,

I'm supposed to just sit here and watch a movie

about a crazy stalker when the real thing

is out there causing Bill pain?

Look, you know how the Duprees operate.

When there's trouble, they...

What, circle the wagon?

Trust me, I've lived it. Homewrecker Hayley

who dared to fall in love with Bill Hamilton.

The conniving liar who stole him from precious, perfect Dani?

-That's not what I meant. -Look, I am Bill's wife

and Chelsea's stepmom.

I have every right to be there when my husband's in crisis.

Bill needs me, whether he knows it or not.

Hayley, think about this.

The Duprees don't decide when I get to show up for my husband.

Not tonight. Not ever.

That's him. So how should we play this? Good cop, bad cop?

Or we can just talk to him, see what kind of game he's running.

-You're late. -By what, five minutes?

Thought I was making good time considering DMV traffic.

Let me put you on game. I'm Kat Richardson,

sister to Congressman Martin Richardson,

granddaughter to Anita and Vernon Dupree.

Our family built Fairmont Crest before you were even born.

I know who you are. Social media works both ways.

Good. This is my cousin Jacob.

Please, join us.

So, here's the situation.

My cousin, his sister-in-law,

Chelsea Hamilton, disappeared tonight.

Yeah, I seen the drama online.

That's why I came when you hit me up.

-And we appreciate that. -Do we?

Because from where I'm sitting,

your wife looks very, very sus right now.

Listen, Allison isn't my wife. I was never even her boyfriend.

-Don't try to play us. -JACOB: Kat.

No. I am not buying this good guy act,

and I can't believe you are, either.

He's not lying.

My guy just got back to me about Craig's marriage certificate.

There isn't one.

This is getting weird. I don't want any trouble.

Uh-uh. You're not going anywhere

until you tell us about Allison.

Or what? You're gonna have me arrested?

Sit down.

ALLISON: Here I am.

Cleaning up this mess and working my behind off

to give my queen the perfect evening,

and you can't show just a crumb of gratitude.

-How rude are you? -Gratitude?

The only thing you deserve is a straitjacket.

Why are you making this so difficult?

Just go along with it. This is how we get closer.

Speaking of closer, do you remember this?

What the hell is that supposed to be?

Our special bracelet, silly.

The one that you wore in your fashion shoots

to let me know that you were thinking about me.

Like before that shoot you did with Ebony.

Oh, that was so sweet of you to let me know

you were thinking about me.

What?

I don't remember anything about a bracelet.

You're out here making up whole stories.

Oh, God, stop playing hard to get. It's getting old.

[sighs] And...

This is what you have to eat.

since you wanted to ruin our romantic evening.

[scoffs] I'm not eating a damn thing.

Not from you.

Well,

if you insist on being stubborn...

...I guess there's only one more thing left for us to do.

Make love.

Look, I'm-a keep it real.

I'm a detective with the D.C. Metro Police.

So what is this,

some kind of setup?

Depends on what you're hiding.

My cousin here gets intense when it comes to family.

But Chelsea-- she's more than family. She's her best friend.

-Damn right. -We just want to find her

before something bad happens.

Search your heart.

If someone you love was missing,

what wouldn't you do to help 'em?

Yeah, I get it.

So what do you need to know?

You could start with Allison.

The truth?

Allison wanted a prop.

She paid me to sell this married couple fantasy

so that she can do these throuple dates with Chelsea.

So you were basically Allison's pimp?

It wasn't like that.

She thought Chelsea would be more comfortable

if there was a guy involved.

That's all I know.

When you would hook up,

would Allison ever take you back to her place?

Never.

Different hotels every time.

Almost like she was being careful.

But, look,

since we're being honest,

Allison was obsessed.

She lived on Chelsea's socials,

making up stories and convincing herself they were true.

Did she ever hint at doing something like this?

Nothing specific, but...

I swear, if she did,

-I would've stopped it. -KAT: Well, how did

she even find you?

I'm s-sorry for coming in hot earlier.

I'm being sincere.

We're not trying to get you in trouble.

We just need to find any information

so we can get Chelsea back.

If Allison found you online or through a dating app,

her information would be in the database.

Listen, I'm not a pimp,

but I do work for Heart Attach Escort Service.

Joey Armstrong's company?

I don't want to end this, but I need to.

I can't stand by and watch while you destroy my husband.

Oh, spare me the nobility.

Your husband's poor life choices are hardly my concern.

But there is something we need to talk about.

You've seen things, Vanessa.

My operation. How I handle things.

And I'm not in the habit of leaving loose ends.

Are you threatening me?

[chuckles]

Of course not.

We'll cross paths again.

The only question is will it be because you wanted to

or because you had to?

To whoever has our baby,

our Chelsea Bear...

...I know I haven't always been the perfect mother,

but that girl has my heart.

Chelsea, baby...

[sighs] ...if you can hear this,

just hold on.

We love you.

And we won't ever stop.

Ever.

I've spent my entire career upholding the law,

but, right now, I'm just a father

begging to see his daughter again.

I'm not asking questions.

I'm not issuing threats.

Just bring her home.

-This isn't happening. -We're gonna find her.

What if they do something to her? What if she's not--

Stop! Okay?

Chelsea's coming home. She has to.

We love our daughter so much.

[shudders] Please don't hurt her.

And to Chelsea's loyal followers,

thank you.

You know, you're keeping her name and the situation trending,

and that visibility means more than you know.

We've seen every message,

every hashtag, every story,

every offer to help.

And... in this kind of fear,

every single act of kindness has power.

And we feel it, so...

What the hell are you doing here?

...from the bottom of our hearts...

I'm here to be with my husband.

...thank you for standing with our family.

-Let's take this outside. -No, I have every right to be here.

-I'm not going anywhere. -Our family

is dealing with a real crisis, Hayley.

Chelsea is out there somewhere, scared, maybe even hurt.

And you choose now to make this about you?

I didn't come for a fight.

I just thought I should be here for Bill.

Chelsea's my stepdaughter, after all.

Don't you dare.

Where were you when Chelsea needed help

launching her business?

Or when she was figuring out her identity?

Oh. Right.

You were too busy destroying our family

to give a damn.

BILL: Chelsea,

if you can hear this...

...just know that your mother and I love you so very much.

You don't get to claim our family just because

you married into it.

I suggest you leave before this gets uglier than it needs to be.

You don't get to decide when I show up for my husband.

So either move or keep wasting your breath.

Hayley, I told you not to come.

Of course she came.

Can't waste a family emergency.

BILL: Okay, look,

we need to talk.

Naomi?

Whatever.

The family was together at our house for a toast

before heading over to the country club.

Chelsea never showed.

No chance she got cold feet?

Absolutely not. She's been working towards this for months.

Sometimes the pressure gets to be too much.

People will disappear before they face failure.

We're Duprees.

-We don't do failure. -Buck, you-you know

what I've built in this city.

If I'm coming you like this,

you best believe something's wrong.

This Allison woman you mentioned--

That's one theory.

Well, I can't investigate her without more intel.

As for Chelsea,

no unusual bank activity.

Her phone is active but silent.

Her social media has gone dark.

If you knew Chelsea,

that would be a huge red flag for you,

because Chelsea not posting for hours--

[chuckles] that'd be like the sun not rising at daybreak.

We're telling you, something has happened to our girl.

Anita, I understand you're concerned--

Do you have grandchildren?

Several.

Some even Chelsea's age.

Then you know that feeling,

that ache when you know they're in trouble.

Now, this isn't just a missed launch or silence online.

She has not reached out to her family

or the woman that she loves.

-That must speak volumes. -I hear you.

But, officially, we need more to rule out the possibility

that she left the house on her own.

And unofficially?

Behind the scenes,

I'll open doors.

We'll be ready to escalate the second

we get something solid.

That would be a great help,

just knowing that you're set to move without delay.

Dates, Craig. When did Allison book you?

-What's your malfunction now? -I don't need this mess

in my life, okay?

I've worked too hard to build something legitimate.

You call being a man whore legitimate?

Kat, enough.

Look, we're not here to tear you down.

Whatever happened with Allison is not on you.

But there's a bigger picture here,

and your insight could help us see it.

But in my line of work,

discretion is everything.

Clients pay for privacy.

And if Joey finds out I talked...

I'm not just worried about losing my job,

if you get what I'm saying.

Your name will stay out of it. I promise you.

-And Joey? -Never needs to know.

-Right? -JACOB: Right.

Allison booked through our regular database.

These are the dates.

CHELSEA: Help me!

Please!

Somebody help me!

Please help me!

[groans]

[door closes]

What are you doing?

Your IG post from last spring.

The one with 57,000 likes.

You were at that boutique shop in Georgetown

looking for nightgowns, and you wrote

"Nothing feels quite like silk up against bare skin."

You like what I'm wearing?

Robin egg blue is your favorite color.

You are sick.

You need help.

Oh.

I got you one, too.

Don't.

Let's make this special, love.

We can match inside and out.

Don't you dare touch me.

You can fight me, lover, but in the end...

you'll see that this was always meant to be.

I explicitly asked you not to come here.

You didn't ask. You ordered like I'm one of your employees.

That's because I know this family, Hayley.

I know how they operate, how they'll react.

Oh, because that's what matters right now?

God forbid I rankle precious Dupree feelings

while your daughter is missing.

How dare I show up here to support my husband?

What an absolute terrible wife I must be.

O-Okay, look, I get your point, okay?

But you have to see it from their perspective.

They've been through a whole lot recently,

and in no small part thanks to us.

Look, time heals all wounds, yeah,

but not while the feelings are still raw.

I saw you with her.

Dani.

You were in the living room holding her hand

like it was the most natural thing in the world.

We were filming a plea for Chelsea's return.

You're acting like Dani is still your wife.

Like what we have never happened.

I don't get invited to your daughter's show,

you didn't call me to tell me what's going on,

and you made it very clear that you don't want me around.

How is that supposed to make me feel?

My daughter is missing.

You understand that? This isn't about us.

Well, I'm making it about us

because there's supposed to be an us, Bill.

But every time this family snaps their fingers,

you just become someone else.

Someone who looks at me like...

...like I'm an inconvenience.

-Hayley. -No, I-I see

how hard you work to keep me in their world.

But when things get real-- really real--

-you push me away every time. -Because I am trying

-to protect you from them. -I don't need

your protection.

I need my husband to let me be his wife.

You don't make things easy, sometimes.

Neither do you.

Neither does this family.

But I am still here anyway.

Someone has to be on your side when

you're busy being on everyone else's.

I'm just scared for her, Hayley.

I'm just so scared.

It's okay.

I wish I could do something to make things better.

Who do you think took her?

I wish I had a clue.

You're an investigative journalist.

This is what you do.

You find stories that people want to keep hidden.

Wouldn't this be the time to

absolutely do everything that it takes?

I'm going over to the grands,

see if there's some other way I can help.

You want some company?

Two brains work better than one.

Let Dad help, Pops.

SMITTY: No pressure there.

The more help we can get.

Bring Chelsea home safe.

KAT: We have everything we need.

The booking numbers

-should get us-- -JACOB: Yeah,

but we still need a warrant.

How hard will that be?

Joey Armstrong has...

friends in the department.

How many friends, exactly?

Enough to slow things down, make paperwork disappear.

So the police are just...

How corrupt are you people?

Look, I'm-a make some calls and try to push this through.

Don't go anywhere.

Okay, boss.

Sorry, Jacob,

my bestie does not have time for warrants.

Damn it, Kat.

CHELSEA: I already warned you.

Keep your damn hands away from me.

Why are you being so difficult?

You used to love when I touched you.

Remember all those nights in those beautiful hotels

when we were done with Craig and it'd just be the two of us?

Just...

like... now.

[groans]

[yelps]

Did Madison teach you that?

How to play rough?

Well then, baby,

-let's play rough. -[grunts] No!

Stop!

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