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So this is a setup,

and I'm the old, desperate one?

Mary...
She took her own life.

This is just a very sad day.

What am I prescribed
for right now...

Borderline or narcissistic
personality disorder?

Because I'm, like, constantly
getting them confused.

I'll get you into the final two,

And in return? You
introduce me to your dad.

Maybe take a minority interest
in a pro football team.

You can be everything
my father says that you're not.

It's gonna be too much work

disappointing you
every day, Ruby.

I may be
falling in love with you.

And I want children.

Rachel, they're taking the car.

Two black guys
in a Bentley in this town?

- That won't end well.
- Exactly.

We should just call the cops.

- Get out of the car.
- All right, look...

- Wait.
- Hands behind your back.

You don't know who I am.
Listen.

I'm Rachel Goldberg!

I'm the one who called!
Don't hurt him!

- Back up!
- Don't hurt him!

This is a reality show.

How could this happen?

You don't know the half of it.

Coleman, you're done.

- I happen to be...
- The showrunner?

Yeah, not anymore.

Mom?

Rachel.

Take the medicine, sweetheart.

That's how you get better.

I know that this has been
a hard time for everyone.

After that ridiculous clip show
that we had to air last week,

rumors are flying online.

But all the public knows

is that there was some sort
of police incident.

Oh, is that
what we're calling it?

Look, I don't like this
any more than you do,

but we are not
in the news business.

We are in the boobs business.

- Okay?
- And what about Rachel?

Rachel is fine.

She was experiencing
atypical symptoms...

and she doesn't seem
to be responding.

A shift to 450 milligrams
of Eskalith.

That's quite aggressive.

Well, not if it works.

I am the showrunner now,

and I don't want to hear
another word about it.

Loose lips get waterboarded,

and their bodies get dumped
in the desert.

Am I clear?

- Yeah.
- Crystal.

Good.

Because we are going to have

some serious eyeballs on us
this week,

and I want those eyeballs
focused on what we do best,

which is romance!

So, we are going to take
our love story,

and we are going to shove it
down their throats

until they choke.

Let's go!
Let's get out there!

Heads in the game!

Good talk, people.
Good talk.

The girls are all asking
about Darius, Quinn.

They're worried about him.

Yeah.
What should we tell them?

Not a damn thing.

He's going to come back,

he's going to take them

on a helicopter ride
into San Francisco,

dinner, dancing,
and most importantly...

Romance.
Romance.

So, go and make sure
that the date is perfect.

Thank you.

So, you're just gonna
leave Rachel

locked up in the loony bin
with her mother, huh?

Her mother is the devil.

So, if Rachel called her,

things must have been
pretty bad.

Right, and the devil's
gonna make it better, then?

Quinn, you're really gonna
leave her in there?

After what she did

and what I had to do for her
to make this go away,

maybe she could use
a little time off.

For a week, you wouldn't just
pick up a phone and help her.

I'm sorry.
You've been here for two months.

Rachel's issues go way back,

so you are an expert
on absolutely nothing.

Quinn, I'm not saying
I'm an expert on anything.

- I'm just telling...
- Why are your lips still moving?

Your career as
a television producer is over.

You had the chance,
and you blew it.

You don't have a job here
anymore, Coleman.

You're done.

Gary says that you get
a paycheck and an office

until your contract runs out.

Well, that is all
that you're going to get.

That is all.

So, why don't you go back
to your little hidey-hole,

you privileged little prick?

What are you doing in here?

I'm so sorry.

I just...
It's my mom's birthday,

and I just wanted to send her
a quick e-mail.

I'm so sorry.

Bullshit.

You were going
through my computer.

What?
Why would I do that?

I don't know, Yael.
Why would you do that?

I think I should go. No, no, no.
I'm sorry.

No, no, no.
You're not going anywhere,

not until you tell me
what you're doing

in my office on my computer.

You mean the office
where they locked you away

because they think
you screwed up "Everlasting"?

They're blaming
the whole shooting on you.

They blew up your career.

So, why do you care?

Because I'm a reporter.

I'm working on a story called
"Reality TV Kills."

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

I've uncovered
some explosive stuff.

That woman Mary

who jumped off the roof
last year...

That was a murder.

Murder?

- Who's your source?
- Jeremy.

I've got him on tape.

Jeremy.

Jeremy's a drunk.

He's a disgruntled employee.

He's completely unreli...

Look, you need to drop
all of this right now

and just get out.

Or what?
Excuse me?

I just saw footage of Romeo
getting shot on your laptop,

footage which was
supposed to have been

turned over to the cops.

I mean, if you turn me in,

I guess I'd have
to turn you in, too...

unless you want
to work together.

My editor says
if I win this thing,

this piece will be unstoppable,
and you could help me.

You can't deny
there's a huge story right here.

I think you need
to get out of here right now.

Coleman,
we have to do something.

This place... what they do...
It'll blow your mind.

Ugh!

I'm so bored.

I want to play a game.

Cricket.
Rugby.

At this point,
I don't even care.

How about the news?
Romeo got shot.

What are people saying
about that?

And you know cops always get
a bad rap.

All right, let's go, ladies.

Up and at 'em.

I want you shaved, saddled,
and ready to ride

because "Everlasting"
is back in business.

So let's go.
Hip-hop.

- Are you serious?
- As cancer.

There is a big date tonight
with our boy in the city...

Drinks, dancing, the works.

- Yes! Let's do this.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What, as if nothing happened?

I mean, how are people reacting?

They must be going nuts.

What about the footage?

We gave all the footage
to the pole.

It's a P.R. nightmare
for us and them.

No one wants it getting out,
so it's not going to.

I'm sorry.
That doesn't sit right with me.

Well, you want to know
what sits right with me?

The non-disclosure agreement
that you signed for the show.

So let's get back in the game.

- Yep.
- Go.

All of you, put something on

that will make men
want to have sex with you...

Especially you.

Where the hell is Yael?

What are you doing here?

Well, you haven't answered
my calls in a week.

Well, um,
I have been a little busy.

Or avoiding me.

Look, I understand
that my desire for progeny

might be a little unsettling.

Okay. I have just been
very deep into it, okay?

It is not easy
putting all of this

back together after a shooting.

Quinn, we're doing so well.

Why pretend?

Okay, look.

I mean, if we wanted kids,

we would have already
had them by now,

and we didn't.

And it's okay.

Not everyone has to have kids.

And besides,
this show is my baby.

These people are my kids, and...

You mean Rachel.

I used to tell people
all the time

that my companies were my
children, but they're not.

I want something more...

Biological children with you.

Okay, maybe not today,
but sometime.

And I don't want to get
any more attached

if you can't see
that kind of future for us.

- What do you want, Chet?
- We need to talk.

Excuse us.

I went to the hospital.

Darius wasn't there.

What do you mean,
he wasn't there?

I don't know. He checked out.
They said he's gone.

What?

How am I supposed to make

another episode of "Everlasting"
without a suitor?

No. We have to change
the whole date.

Jay, Madison, get out here now.

- I have...
- You need me to leave.

I will call you as soon
as things settle, okay?

Okay.
Go find my suitor.

God, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

Thanks for coming.

You have five minutes.

What do you want?

Rachel.
Hey.

Rachel, wake up.

- Wake up.
- Coleman.

What are you doing here?

I didn't want you
to see me like this.

I've been trying to see
you the entire week.

Your mom wouldn't let me.

- How do you feel?
- Where is she?

She's outside
talking to the doctors.

What the hell
do they have you on?

I don't know.
A lot of stuff, I think.

Okay, this is not right.

Look, we need to get you
out of here, all right?

I can't, okay?
I can't leave here.

I have to stay.

What?

Because of the stuff I did
with Romeo and Darius.

What are you talking about?

Romeo and Darius...
They're gonna be fine.

What?

Why?
What did your mother say?

Her mother said that Rachel is
exactly where she needs to be.

The question is, Mr. Wasserman,
what are you doing here?

Oh, I just came to check
on Rachel, make sure she's okay.

Mm-hmm.

It sure doesn't seem like
she is, though, thanks to you.

Rachel called me.

This is her choice.

All right.
Rachel, hey.

Look, I've spent
every single day

for the last seven weeks
with you.

So, if there's one thing I know,

it's that you're not crazy,
not even a little.

If you're crazy,
I wouldn't be in love with you.

But I am.

Rachel, think.

Don't be rash.

You know you need
to stay here with me.

I want to go home.

Thank you.

I'm not talking about with you.

Your home hasn't been my home
since I was 12 years old.

I love you, too, Coleman.

Can you please take me home?

Yeah. Yeah.

Today, we bring you a very...

Who looks good
in a Hawaiian shirt?

The people at Trader Joe's?

An episode that's gonna push
our last four contestants

to the very brink of their own
humanity and passion.

Today, we bring you

Exile in Paradise."

We should send him
to exile in paradise.

Now, for the first time
in "Everlasting" history,

each one
of our remaining contestants

will have a chance to vote off
one of their own.

We will be having
an Immunity Challenge,

the winner of which
will not only receive immunity,

but an overnight romantic date
with Darius.

Who is where, exactly?

And that's a cut.

Um, w-we're looking.

This is not a helicopter ride.

No kidding.

Quinn did not say a word
about this.

Complain, complain, complain.

No wonder you're all
still single.

Exile in Paradise, huh?
Nice one.

You know, I'm actually really
good at the big ideas.

You know, Rachel's not
the only one who can do this...

Okay, just...
Just stop, okay?

What, Chet?

You and Booth.
A baby?

You used to say being a mom
is not who you are.

You used to make fun of moms.

Cellulite.
Saggy boobs.

Look, just because I didn't want
your diseased, damaged sperm

doesn't mean I don't want a kid.

You don't even know who he is.

What has he got?

Power? Prestige?
Money?

Let me tell you something...

After I broker this deal

with Tiffany and her father,

I'm gonna be a league owner.

You know what kind
of an exclusive club that is?

That's like the Illuminati.

I can give you
anything you want.

What I want is a horse race.

Tiffany's the obvious choice.

I need tension, competition.

So, I might need
to throw Chantal into play.

And besides,
my boyfriend really likes her.

He bet 60K on her to win.

"Boyfriend."
What is this, eighth grade?

I told you to go find Darius.

Find my suitor!

- Where's Darius?
- Hi. Uh, we're just...

Not a word about my sperm.

Ruby, you wanted me to be
a better version of myself,

and you felt like I could be.

I was just too chicken-shit
to try.

And then when I saw my cousin
get shot because of me,

I knew I didn't have
a choice anymore.

I had to be that guy.

And that guy has to be with you.

I'm done with the show,

with the whole circus,
everything.

Ruby, I just want to be
with you and only you.

You have got to be kidding me.

What's that look like?

Look,
I know we could make this...

I told you I loved you
on national television,

and you cut me.

You dropped me like a hot rock.

You know what that looks like?

Do you know
what that feels like?

You told the whole world
that I was too demanding,

that I was some kind of sassy,
stuck-up bitch.

I never said that, Ru...
You did.

You told the world
that I'm not a love story.

And now you come to me
in private,

hidden in the corner
of some crappy diner,

trying to make it up to me?

Well, it's not enough,
not by a mile.

You got problems, Darius,
fix them yourself, okay?

I can't.
Go play some football.

I can't.
Leave me out of it.

Of course you can. Okay, football
is... football is over for me.

Football is over for me.
I can't.

I had to have back surgery.

It was a long time coming.

But it didn't work, so I can't.

So I was your second choice.

Ruby, would you stop
twisting my words? I...

This a bad time?

What are you doing here?

Look, when you disappeared,

he called me, okay?

I mean, you texted me.
I called him back.

So you're gonna make me go back
to that hellhole?

Darius, look, I'm not making you
do anything, okay?

- I have to go.
- Wait.

- You do what you want.
- Wait.

- Ruby.
- Ruby.

Ruby!

This is ridiculous.

Suddenly
we're on a different show,

we've got to vote
against each other?

I guess it all depends
on how friendly you've been.

Or how annoying and judgmental.

I don't know.
I think it's sort of fun.

Uh, you know what?

That's fine.
Yeah. Thank you.

Hey.
We had a deal.

We were getting somewhere
with Darius,

and now those bitches
can vote me off?

They hate me, Chet.

We'll figure it out
when Darius gets back.

Where is he?

Look, don't worry about him.

You'll win the immunity.
I promise.

I'd better.

Hey, hey, hey.

These girls have had it in
for me since day one.

They see how Darius and I
connected.

I'm the one he picked
for the date last week.

Yeah, but he got your fiancé's
ashes in his mouth.

He knows how hard
that was for me.

I know. I know.

I totally see it.
I get it.

What are you going to do
about it?

I want to talk to Darius
right now.

Can you get him so I can
explain... Chantal.

Why don't you go stick
to the big ideas?

Can I have another producer?
'Cause she does not get me.

Okay, I need you
to take a breath.

Good.

Now, you have every right
to be upset,

but here's the deal...

There is not gonna be a problem

with this whole immunity thing.

- Why is that?
- Because I like you.

I mean, look at you.

You are a perfect match
for Darius.

Tiffany's not the only one

who can be
a football princess...

or a queen.

Thank you.

Finally...
Someone who gets me.

Aww.
I do, honey.

I really, really do.

Look, D, all I'm saying to you

is that you coming back
to the show

is the smartest thing that
you could do for yourself.

Really?

I need you to understand

that I will have
your back, okay?

Rachel and Quinn and Coleman...

They're the ones
that got Romeo shot, not me.

I will be looking out
for you every...

Did you all practice
this speech?

I am not Rachel.

Oh, give it up, Jay, okay?

Just because you're a brother

doesn't mean you're not
part of the machine.

Of course I am, obviously.

But I'm gonna tell you something

that took me a long-ass time
to figure out.

The way you're playing it,

you've been working
against the machine.

What you got to do is let
the machine work for you.

Right.

If you really
can't play anymore,

then you have to come back.

I mean, what choice do you have?

You want even a shot

at some kind of life
after football,

you need to finish the show

because walking away right now
leaves you with nothing.

Come back.

Marry Tiffany, and you're set.

America will swoon, D.

I mean, hell,
play your cards right,

you could even end up being
the first black owner

of a pro football team.

Think about it.

Think of your family, man.

Think what you could do
for them.

Now you sound like Romeo.

You're okay with me marrying
a pretty white girl?

I mean, my mother's
a pretty white girl.

I like Tiffany.

I honestly would feel bad
about using her.

Negro, please.

You think she's not
using you, too?

Because, believe me,
a girl like that

does not compete for a man
on national television

without a reason.

It is what it is.

It doesn't mean she doesn't
like you just like you like her.

Yeah, but I...
Stop thinking

this is your birthday party
and these are all your friends

because they're not.

Using Tiffany
gets you what you want.

Everybody wins.

Immunity...
Every contestant desires it,

but only one can have it.

Today's challenge
is about knowledge.

It's called stalling, Graham.

Who knows our suitor best?
Who's done their homework?

Try not to tell America
about it.

Fake tan and a fake lei.

How much do you think
he gets laid?

About Darius' life and career.
Hmm.

Get one wrong...

And it's into the water you go.

So stay tuned because today
is about to get wet... and wild.

Cut.

What was that?
"Wet and wild"? Seriously?

Yeah. Are you kidding? What
am I, a pornographer now?

- I didn't write it.
- Listen.

These are the answers
to the questions.

You memorize them,
and we're good to go.

You stole
the challenge questions?

"Stole."
You're so judgmental.

My show, my answers, right?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

You all right?

I just don't really want
anybody to see me here.

I know. I know. I know.
Do you think we could just

go back to your house instead?

No. I explained to you
in the car.

Do you remember?
Mnh-mnh.

Oh, Rachel.
Here. Wait. Sit down.

- Mm-hmm.
- Rachel. Oh, my gosh.

Okay.
I was saying...

Mm.

I was saying we have

a very tiny window of time here.

For what?

We need... To get our story out.
Hmm?

Our version of what happened,
the whole pull-over thing.

I think we have
a real opportunity here, hon,

move our careers to the next level.
Why is... What is...

Why do you have
the camera there?

We're putting
a package together.

Quinn's burying the whole thing,

all the footage, the pull-over,
Romeo getting shot.

I think it's a mistake.

I think that was a textbook case
of police brutality,

and I think we're
insane for... No.

Coleman,
that's not what happened.

I ran out in the middle.
That's not...

But so what?
So what?

They saw a white girl charging
at them from the bushes.

You were darting across the field.
Mm-hmm.

And they shot the black guy.
Don't you see?

This is the story
that we've been talking about,

that we've wanted to tell.

Do this for us.

This is what
we've been waiting for.

You need me?

I need you on camera...
Mm-hmm.

Walking us through
the whole thing.

Is this why you brought me
out of the hospital?

Oh, my God, no.

I just don't want us to miss
our moment right now.

Just tell the truth, Rachel.

The first "Everlasting"
Immunity Challenge

begins... now.

Yael, the name of Darius's
high-school team?

Uh, the Eagles?

Tiffany, Darius' first position.

Wide receiver.

- Chantal, Darius' mother's name.
- Janice.

- Jameson, Darius' number.
- 10?

Ooh. Wrong.

All right, ladies,
favorite food?

Hot dogs.

- Favorite vacation?
- Cabo.

- Drafted by?
- Washington.

- Number in the draft?
- 3.

- Touchdowns last season?
- 21.

- Interceptions?
- 13.

Pet cat's name as a boy?

Kitty?

- Ohh.
- Yes!

I win!

You cheated. That question
wasn't even on the list.

Oh, you gave your girl all
the answers, and I cheated?

Hmm.

Maybe Chantal should win.

That would be interesting.

You want a black girl
to win "Everlasting"

and a baby?

Who are you?

I think the police should have,

you know, like, believed him

when Darius said
that he was on the show.

And, you know, God knows that
we call them all the time, so...

You call the cops?

Yeah, we do.

We call the cops all the time
because...

I mean, didn't we call the cops
when you were here?

When?

With the football game
for Darius?

We called an ambulance.

We called the ambulance.
Right.

I mean, same thing.
We do it all the time.

There was this other girl...
I don't even know the season.

It was like five or six
or something.

Some girl's, like,
leg got run ov... I don't...

And what about last season?

Do you remember our Anna?

She was blond.
She was very pretty.

Well, she ran away,
so the police came for that.

What about Mary?

You had to call them for Mary.

Was there...
No.

The police should have
come earlier for Mary,

when the ex showed up.

What?
What do you...

I'm sorry.
What do you mean?

I don't know.

Maybe it was a better idea
that we didn't c-call them

because if they came during...

Is there something
you didn't want them to know?

You know that I didn't even
know about it

until after it happened.

It was that she jumped?

Not that part.

Rachel... it's me.

You can tell me anything.

I can't live with this anymore.

They should have
just arrested us...

E komo mai to "Everlasting."

Now, as the winner
of the Immunity Challenge,

Chantal is safe
from elimination this week,

but that's not all.

She also gets to share

in a wonderful evening
with Darius

in this romantic,
palm-frond palapa,

which the other girls
will build.

Time to get to work, girls.

The sunset waits
for no man... or woman.

That's a cut.

This is some bull.

Uh, yeah.
Do we get gloves?

Ladies, thank you so much
for making this for me.

Just a few tiny notes before
I go into hair and makeup...

If you guys
could please just make sure

that the roof fronds
are super tightly knit.

I don't want
any overhead lighting

sneaking in in the morning.

Wow, ladies.
She's serious.

I may need a drink.

- Do you guys want... Okay.
- Yes, please, God.

Okay, um, yeah.

Actually, could I, uh,

talk to you
for a second over here?

Yeah.

More notes?
No.

Uh, no,
that's not what this is about.

You're both my girls,
and in true survival-show mode,

I really want you guys
to form an alliance.

An alliance?

But I've got immunity.
Why would I do that?

To get rid of Tiffany.

I mean, you guys both know
that she's the front-runner.

Darius didn't even cut her

when she found out that
she went down on his cousin.

I mean, everyone that I know

gets a little more pissed off
about random blowjobs.

And then it would just be you,
me, and Jameson.

Jameson is not a threat.

Tiffany is the competition,

and this is your chance
to send her home.

Well, look at that.

Madison is trying
to out-Rachel Rachel.

You know,
maybe she actually swallowed

some of your producing genes.

You don't want
to let Tiffany go.

Trust me.

Darius putting a ring on that?

That's an absolute
ratings bonanza.

What?
You don't think I know that?

Darius plus Tiffany is
"Everlasting" 101.

Tiffany and Chantal
will be the final two.

See?
That's what I'm saying.

Great minds think alike.

That's why we'll be
such a great team.

I think we should...
Can you please stop?

It's over.

We're done.

Okay.

I'm just sorry
I'm not gonna be there

to see the moment
Quinn King becomes a mom.

Oh, why?

You want to hear me
screaming for an epidural

or punching out a doctor?

No.

It should have been you.
I know that.

John Booth is a lucky guy.

Chet.

No, no, no, no.
You're happy, and that means...

That's enough.
Oh, my God.

No, I'm not gonna
do anything to...

No. Look.

That's Rachel's mother.

What the hell is she doing here?

Okay, you have to go.
You have to go save Tiffany.

Go. Go!

I'll handle it.

Did you find Darius?

Sort of.
What does that even mean?

D-Do we have a suitor
or not?

Look, let's just say that I made
a very convincing argument.

We'll see if it worked.

Okay. Why didn't you
just hit him over the head,

hog-tie him, and put him
in the back of your car?

Well, one, Chet, because he just
got out of surgery,

and, two,
because I am a producer.

That's interesting.

Follow me 'cause I'd like
to see you do some producing.

What are you doing here?
And who the hell are you?

I'm Dr. Jeffer...
I am here

to bring Rachel
back to the hospital.

Back?
What are you talking about?

She is the definition of
a threat to herself or others.

From what I understand,
she got a man shot.

It's complicated, okay?

But I thought that she was
at the hospital with you.

So, are you saying
that she ran away?

Her boyfriend
talked her into leaving.

I assumed you were on board.

And why is that?

Well, because you prefer Rachel
when she's sick.

She's better at her job
that way, isn't she?

No. She's only sick
when she's with you.

You're the one who drugs her up.

She doesn't stay on drugs
long enough to get any better,

and then she keeps
coming back here,

back to... to this, to...
To an environment

that is toxic, plain and simple.

Mm.
That's rich.

Yeah, this place is like

"Little House
on the Frickin' Prairie"

compared to what I hear
happens at your place.

What happened between you two?

The fact that you treat
your own daughter is bizarre,

not to mention unethical,
wouldn't you say, Doctor?

I am more qualified
to treat Rachel than anyone.

Oh, I'm not talking about
your qualifications as a doctor.

I'm talking about your duty
as a mother.

And what do you know
about being a mother?

You listen to me.

Rachel is my daughter,
not yours.

So, where the hell is she?

Uh, sorry to drag you guys away
from the palapa.

I just wanted to have a brief,
uh, conversation.

Jay?

Okay, ladies, here's the scoop.

You're both my girls,
so I'm gonna need you

to stick together
and get information

because Madison's little bitches
are ganging up on Tiffany,

and I cannot have that.

Damn right they are,
and I'm right there with them.

- What?
- Wait. What?

I'm voting you off the show,

you WASP-y little bitch

'cause maybe when you're gone,

my producer will have time
to actually produce me.

No.
Jameson, that's not fair.

Don't take it out on her just
because you're pissed at me.

Sorry.
Three against one.

See ya.

Oh, my God, Rachel.

I mean, how could you want
to even come back here to work?

Yeah.

But it honestly feels,
like, so good

to say it out loud and just...

Oh, my God, it feels so good.

Rachel.
What are you two doing in here?

Rachel?

Oh, my God.

You brought my mother here?

I didn't even know
you were here.

Rachel, I can get rid of her.

Tell me what you need.
Are you all right?

Can you just get off of me?

What are you doing pointing
the camera at Rachel?

It's therapeutic.

You know,
we're giving Rachel a chance

to actually talk about what
happened with Darius and Romeo.

Bullshit, okay?

The truth incriminates Rachel.

She's the one
who called the cops.

She's the one
who got in the middle

of a police incident, okay?

Having her admit that on camera
is a serious liability.

Trust me.

The only thing it does
is gets you off the hook.

No. That's not what this is about.
Right.

Racially motivated
police brutality

is actually a real story.

Uh, that is a story,
but that's not this story

'cause in this case,
it's not even true.

See, I disagree.

You guys are responsible.

And as much as this may be

some kind of crass attempt
to resurrect

your dead-as-a-doornail
television-producing career,

hiding the ball on that fact

is the only way
to protect Rachel.

And that is what's
most important to you, right?

So just lock it
in the vault, huh?

I mean,
unless your feelings for Rachel

are less pure
than what I had imagined.

Oh, no.
I love Rachel.

I just want to protect her.

You better.

- Rachel.
- Hmm?

I'm sure you understand that we only
have your best interests at heart.

Obviously, yeah.

So I'm here to help,

to see if you're
really capable of...

Capable?
Is she trying to convince you

that I'm not capable
of something?

Oh, no, no. That
you're not... What?

What?
What is it exactly?

Is she trying
to get you to put me

on some, like,
72-hour hold?

That's what's going on.
Okay.

You need to make sure
that I'm capable

of taking care of myself.

It was a very sudden departure.

I could totally understand how,
from your point of view,

that it would look like that.

But I'm actually...
I'm... I'm very fine.

Rachel.
I am fine.

Please.
No.

You're just in the middle
right now

of this long-standing
family dispute

between my mother and myself.

About your mental health
and your mother's desire to...

That's not what it's about.

Make sure that you get
the proper treatment here?

I understand
what you're talking about,

but there is this other,
core issue

that is not being addressed.

What do you think it is?

I mean, would you like
to talk about it?

I would really like
to talk about it, actually.

Rachel.

You know what?

She's absolutely right.

This is a family matter,

and I am sorry
for bringing you into it.

You know what?

I can keep an eye on her,

and I will let you know
how she's doing.

If you're sure.

Yes, I'm quite sure.

I thank you very much
for your time.

We can still
make something happen.

You know, screw Darius.

You know, we don't need him.

I can give you your own show...
25 hand-picked guys...

You get to choose...
"The Suitress."

You would do that for me?

You must really want in
on my dad's team.

I really don't.

I mean,
I had a reason I had to...

Well, I mean,
I wanted to, but it was for...

It was for Quinn,
and now that she's gone, I...

Well...

So you would just do this for me

out of the goodness
of your heart?

Is that so hard to believe?

Look at you.

You're gorgeous.
You're smart.

You're articulate.

I mean, you've got it all.

You can't let that go to waste.

Um... where did that
come from?

Oh, come on.

You know I have
major daddy issues.

Hmm.

Hello?
Where the hell is Tiffany?

Time to vote.

Uh, uh...

Uh, I have...
I have to go.

Hey, hey,
did you miss the whole thing?

What are you doing, Rachel?

There is a reason I kept
what happened private.

So you could protect
your practice?

No, so I could protect you,

send you to a good school,
give you a life,

let you grow up to be the shiny
penny that I know you really are.

Oh, my God, Mom,
I'm not that person, okay?

I haven't been that person
since the day it happened.

You want me to just pretend
that it never happened?

Is that what you want?
Yes.

Because no one will love you
if they find out.

They'll run away.
You know that.

No one wants to deal with
that kind of damage, Rachel.

No one.

Hey.
Hey.

I got yo text.
How you doing?

- Not good. Um...
- Listen, listen.

The stuff you told me
about Mary, about all of that...

Yeah. This is not about
that stuff. Um...

Well...

I just actually need
to tell you something,

um, and this is not
about the show.

- It's about me and my mom.
- Okay.

She really does not
want me to tell you,

but, um,
she doesn't really want me to...

- Rachel. Rachel.
- What?

I just took you
out of a mental hospital

to get you away from that woman.

I-I can see
how evil she is.

You actually
don't have any idea.

Look, maybe somewhere
in her twisted mind

she thinks she's helping you.

Helping me? You...

Look, I mean, she clearly
believes in the drugs.

Yes, yes. She believes that
the drugs are gonna shut me up.

Shut you up?

About the fact that I...
I can't, uh...

Rachel, what?

About the fact that I was raped

by one of her patients
at our house when I was 12.

And she blamed me

because she was protecting
her practice,

and so she didn't want me
to say anything to anybody ever,

and so that she said that
she would just treat me herself.

Looked like she did a really good job.
Don't you think?

Yeah, so, that's really, um...

That's really
how this whole thing started,

um, with me and my mom

and, um, all the diagnosing
and the pills.

If you want to run away,
it's totally fine,

I mean, if I'm too broken.

No.
Come here.

I'm so sorry.

I am woman.

Hear me roar.

You're not a woman, Graham.

Tonight on "Everlasting,"

the first elimination
where the girls

get to decide who stays...
and who goes.

Camera B, Jameson.

Ladies, it's time to vote.

I don't have a good feeling
about this.

Voter fraud, hanging chads.

Oh, no.

This is bad.

I mean, what the hell, Chet?
You said you were handling this.

I... I don't really know
what the problem is.

I mean, Darius has
some great choices, too,

which happen to be my girls,

so I might actually
win this thing

my first season as a producer.

So, go, Maddy, go, Maddy.

It's not about you, Madison,

though I understand

a girl who puts
her boss's penis in her mouth

is definitely looking
for the shortest,

fastest way to get ahead,

so there you go.

Ladies,

I have counted
all of your votes,

and I'm sorry to say,

but, Tiffany,
your journey ends here tonight.

No, no, no.

Like hell it does.

What the...

Tiffany's not going anywhere.

What did I say?
Handled.

Actually, I handled it.

Darius. Hey.

Well, uh, welcome back.
Good to see you.

Obviously just in time for your
overnight date with Chantal.

Yeah, okay.

That's not happening.

Wait. What?
They built us a palapa.

You... Jameson...
You're the cop, right?

Yeah.

I'm cutting you.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.
We voted.

Look, I don't care.

From now on,

we do this my way or no way.

You got that?

Loud and clear.

Come on, Tiffany.

You and me.

Let's do this.

Well... this is gonna be
interesting.

Hey, Darius, I got to say,

I don't think I could have
planned your return

any better myself,
thank you very much.

Well, lucky you.

Hey, wait.

I mean, I got to ask you...

What the hell are you doing?

I mean, you picked Tiffany.
That's great.

But we need to have an understanding.
No, we don't.

You and I don't have anything,

and if I ever see
that bitch Rachel again...

Darius...

No.
I'm only listening to him.

See, he's the one
that got me to come back,

so he's my producer.

You want to talk to me,
you go through him.

And this better never
get on camera.

Let's go.

Well, well, well.
Nice work.

I guess that means
you're my new number two.

How does that feel?

It feels fine...
for now.

Thanks for nothing.

Ow.

* Mm, mm, mm

* Mm, mm, mm

You good, bro?
Okay.

All right, camera.

And action.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

So beautiful.

Thank you so much
for coming back and saving me.

You have no idea
how upset I was,

and you just... you know, you
don't know where your mind is

gonna go when something...

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

Stop.
I'm done talking.

I-I just wanted you to know
how grateful I...

This is what we both want,
right?

* Oh, oh, oh

Right?
Yes. Yes.

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

* Lost, lost

* But not alone anymore

Well...

you got here fast.

I didn't think you'd be calling
me at this hour with bad news,

but I've just heard that Darius
is in the palapa with Tiffany,

and I think I might be out 60K.

Well, it's not over yet.

And, um,

speaking of things
that aren't over yet...

Oh, Quinn.

I-I mean,
what if it's too late?

What if I can't?

We can achieve
whatever we set our minds to.

We're masters of the universe,

gods looking down
from Mount Olympus.

The laws of nature
simply don't apply.

* Not alone anymore

* This ancient light

* This ancient light

* This ancient light

Thanks for meeting me here.

Yeah.
It's late.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just heard
some new information,

and I realized you might
be onto something.

So, what else have you got?

* This ancient light