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Easy now. I'm not here for you.

Although watching you hop around like a rabbit

on Red Bull is pretty entertaining.

You're the executioner. You expect me to believe that?

You don't have a damn choice.

If you think I was here to put you in the ground,

you think I'd stroll in like Sunday service?

Nah.

If you're looking for the boss, he's not here.

I know that.

I left Joey back at the station.

Just here to wet my whistle.

The-the police station?

He's handling business.

Putting out fires, pulling out some slick magic tricks.

What type of tricks?

If I'm in trouble, I have a sister in Tallahassee.

Say the word, I'm gone.

Would you calm your twitchy ass down? Damn.

Joey arranged for a different disappearing act.

Turns out I was never here the night

Doc McBride went missing.

Joey can make up whatever alibi for you he wants.

Not anymore.

♪ ♪

[crying]

Why do we have to keep watching this?

It-It's not gonna change anything.

Doug is gonna walk out that door, get into his car, and...

My bad. Um, we can stop now.

[Vanessa sighs, sniffles]

I just thought there was,

you know, for a split second...

I don't know.

I was hoping that there was a moment

where Dad had one moment of clarity,

or that he understood what he was about to do.

That is what alcohol does. What drinking too much does.

It impairs your judgement.

Yeah, but Dad's seen...

I-I mean, he saw bodies wrecked by drunk driving.

He drilled into me and Deanna

about innocent victims he couldn't save,

who died because of somebody else's stupidity.

Now, look at him.

No hesitation.

Not even a pause.

The same way he kept ordering drinks like glasses of water.

After he pawned off his anniversary watch.

Decades of marriage traded in

for chips that lasted less than an hour,

and-and after that last chip was gone...

it was like Doug had nothing left to live for.

♪ ♪

SMITTY: Samantha? Tyrell?

Anybody home?

-Thank God. -Smitty, look,

-I think we should... -Sit down.

Martin, you want to turn yourself in?

Have you lost your damn mind?

I was gonna do it before, at the press conference.

When you were backed into a corner.

Nothing's forcing you to go public now

except for your own misguided hero complex.

Don't psychoanalyze me, Smitty.

This is not about heroics. It's about you.

You think this is what I want?

Really? To throw yourself to the wolves

so that every news anchor and gossip blog

and regular Joe with a YouTube channel

can dig into our personal business?

No. I know you don't want to hurt me.

Then explain it to me then.

'Cause right now it's not making sense.

Keeping that secret-- it's what blew us up.

I told myself that I was protecting you,

my kids, my grandfather's legacy.

Hell, I even sold myself on some B.S.

that I was doing to progress the country.

So what's the point

if it costs me everything that actually matters?

Having my husband's regard,

his high opinion, his love--

I want to be worthy of all of that again.

So this is what I have to do to earn his trust back,

then so be it.

Absolutely not.

And this is why.

They're still navigating turbulent waters,

but the way Smitty looks at Martin and vice versa,

there is still a mighty love there that gives me hope.

Seems like everyone in your family

is having relationship problems these days.

Martin and Smitty making their way back.

Kat getting tangled up with Tomas after he played her.

-And then there's you. -Me? Please.

I have made my peace with how everything turned out.

I will find my contentment in my children's happiness.

-That is reward enough. -Mm-hmm.

Say, what's a girl got to do to get a real drink around here?

Sorry, ran out.

With that ostentatious display, you expect me to believe

Nicole Dupree Richardson--

who has assistants for her assistants--

-that you just ran out of alcohol? -It has been busy.

I haven't had a chance to restock

on your favorite brands of tequila and vodka.

Nicole, what do you think? I'm gonna get tipsy

and make wedding plans with my rideshare driver?

You said it, not me.

I am saying you have nothing to worry about.

Good.

Unless you're hiding another fine nephew.

-Tequila. Tequila. Tequila. -[both laugh]

You are impossible.

Let me go get you that drink

before you start another family scandal.

No, no, don't bother.

I'll be a big girl. I'll get by without it.

Probably for the wise.

Listen, I know you're still prickly about Andre and me.

Huh. What gave you that impression?

Just remember, at first,

you had to get over us seeing each other.

Marriage is just the next logical step.

You're kidding, right?

So we might've skipped a few chapters.

Sorry, still not buying it.

This feels like it has more to do with Bill

than any love connection.

Andre and I aren't traditional,

that is for sure, but we care about each other.

That part is real.

Just don't hurt him, okay?

I love Andre like he is one of my own.

And I know he walks around here like he has it all figured out,

but losing your parents like that?

Hurting that man is not on the menu.

I may be reckless with my own heart,

but I'm not playing games with his.

Speaking of hearts.

Your speech at Doug's memorial was beautiful.

We do the dead no favors by making them saints.

Doug was... complicated,

no different than the rest of us.

I just never thought I'd see the day when a man

who repairs hearts for a living

would get behind the wheel drunk.

Did you know Doug was spiraling like that?

Let's just say I knew that he had demons.

I just didn't think that they'd win.

I feel for Vanessa.

Losing your husband like that...

You think she'll get through it?

Get through? Maybe.

Be okay?

That's another story.

Is there any more footage? What about parking lot cameras?

You know, something, anything that shows me

him actually getting into his car?

Unfortunately, the camera back there

has been busted for over a month.

I keep writing the manager to replace the part,

but it's back-ordered.

Why didn't-- why doesn't this video have any sound?

I mean, what am I supposed to do,

-read my dad's... -Damn it, Darnell! Look at him.

Well, I know he was drunk, Mom.

What I don't know is why he got into that car.

You know, maybe if I understood that,

this whole thing would start making more sense to me.

We've seen enough.

That is Doug.

At least what he became.

I'm sorry, baby, th-this is hard for you, but I-I can't. I can't.

Hang on, we're missing something.

Take a look at that table.

DONNELL: Wait, what'd we miss?

It's the dealer.

He was the last person your father interacted with,

so he's the first person we should talk to.

That certified creep?

Well, last time I saw him, he was wearing my father's watch.

Uh, but Detective Hawthorne makes a good point.

Maybe Drake could shed some light

on Dr. McBride's state of mind.

Would that help you find the closure you're looking for?

Yeah. I think so.

Well, he's not on the payroll anymore,

but I can reach out and get him down here. Excuse me.

What's wrong, Mom?

I mean, don't you think this is a good idea?

No, Donnell. I don't.

That's some favor Joey did for you.

Editing you right out of the security footage

like you were never here.

That selfish bastard didn't do it for me.

That's the thing you better remember about Joey.

The day he does a selfless act

is the day I eat my service weapon.

Yeah, word is he clipped your wings.

Retirement papers signed and everything.

Guess the Caribbean will have to wait.

Don't remind me.

[phone beeps]

First, Joey tells me to be here in case he needs me.

Now, he wants me to go to the station.

He has some things he wants me to say about the doctor.

-What's he setting me up for? -My advice? Follow instructions.

-And if I don't? -Better keep your head on a swivel

and pray that Joey doesn't cancel your Christmas.

Take a good look. These are your kids.

I know who they are, Smitty.

Do you? Because I'm just wondering

how you think they fit into this plan.

They deserve to know the full story.

So that's your big plan,

just to drop a bomb on their lives?

You're just gonna go to them and say,

"Hey, Samantha and Tyrell.

"Yeah, remember when we told you that everything was fine?

"We actually lied. Your pops killed someone,

and now the whole family's gonna be put on trial for it."

You were the one in this very room who said

this family doesn't do any secrets anymore.

They probably already sense

there's more to the story anyway.

Of course they do.

They're teenagers with built-in lie detectors.

But sensing and knowing are two very different things.

They're almost grown and out in the world

without our protection.

We can't shield them forever.

This isn't about protection, Martin.

This is about them living their lives.

Those two beautiful souls have suffered more

than most people do in their entire lives.

Don't you think I know that?

Damn it.

-What am I supposed to do? -Martin.

Stop and think about how selfish this is.

What's gonna happen to Vernon,

who orchestrated the entire cover-up?

Anita will be charged as an accessory.

Your father reconstructed that bigot's face.

Bill is a pain, but do you really want

your cousin's father to go to prison?

And don't even get me started on Joey Armstrong.

Do you think I lose sleep at night

wondering what would happen to Joey Armstrong?

Martin, think about what a man like that does

when he's backed into a corner.

And how that affects your family.

What good is this grand sacrifice

if everyone you love pays the price for it?

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless the offer was the entire point.

Maybe you had no intention of following through with this.

Maybe you just needed me to believe that you would.

How could I be so stupid?

You think that I would've wised up by now.

-Smitty. -Do not "Smitty" me with your politician's tone.

-I can't even look at you right now. -Smitty.

Do you really believe that I would manipulate you right after

just saying that I would do anything to earn your trust?

At this point, I don't know what to believe.

Wow.

You must really think the worst of me.

You've lied to me before.

To protect you, yes.

To shield myself, absolutely.

But...

...not a strategy to play you.

Maybe we're more broken than we thought.

-What are you showing me? -Receipts.

This is the text message I sent to Jacob

saying that we need to talk.

Here's his response

telling us when to meet.

I'm not doing this for show, Smitty.

I was actually going gonna tell the whole story.

Okay. Maybe I overreacted.

You think?

And I... Yes, I heard you, in regards to the fallout.

Yeah, how were you planning on handling that?

I kept telling myself the truth:

that I was protecting Granddad's life and my own.

That, somehow, I could get through it.

Because I can handle a scandal,

but my husband thinking I'm a fraud?

That's a hit I don't think I can take.

Damn.

I'm sorry, Martin.

Yeah.

Me too.

Did you see how Vanessa was today?

Like a shell of herself?

Walking, talking, hugging everyone

with that polite smile plastered on her face,

-but her eyes? -Empty as ever.

That woman needed someone she could lean on today.

Someone who wasn't dealing with their own grief.

Vanessa has someone she could lean on,

-but he stayed away. -Who?

Don't hold out on me.

-I don't know if I should. -Girl, spill.

I will sit here all night if I have to.

Vanessa seems to be getting uncomfortably close...

...with Joey Armstrong.

What? Are you sure?

And I thought marrying Andre was scandalous.

I shouldn't have said anything,

-and I don't want to start any gossip. -Are they...

I don't know for a fact if they're sleeping together yet,

but if they haven't,

it is definitely headed in that direction.

Guess I better get down there.

-Tell them what Joey wants. -Stick to the script.

Doug was drunk, gambled heavy,

lost everything and stumbled out. Nothing more.

Especially my role in the matter.

Right. Simple enough.

Hold up.

-What now? -I'm coming, too.

That wasn't part of the plan.

Don't get your boxers in a bunch.

We'll go separately, so no one can connect

this little performance, obviously.

Then why don't you just stay the hell away?

'Cause the boss texted me, too.

Looks like His Highness doesn't trust you to go solo.

I can't imagine why.

-I won't mess this up. -Damn straight you won't.

'Cause if that skittish little brain of yours

even flirts with going rogue,

you just remember the good doctor's mistake

and who made sure he paid the price.

I don't understand.

That shady dealer was the last person to talk to Dad.

That is exactly why I don't want to see him.

Talk to me.

I'm sorry Donnell, but this day has-has been hard enough.

Standing in front of everyone at that service,

pretending to be strong,

listening to them talk about the Doug they thought they knew,

and how shocked they were that he could've done this,

but I was not shocked, not one bit.

I'm confused. What are you saying?

Did you know Dad was going to the casino that night?

Did you two fight about it?

Listen. Doug, you've been drinking, and we both know

how you get when alcohol starts making decisions for you.

And what exactly have you been doing, Vanessa?

While I'm out here with my soul laid bare

like some idiot, you're, what?

Baring your body to a man

that only sees you for a plaything?

I-I-I didn't know it would lead to this.

My-my God, no, don't you think

I would've stopped him if I could have?

Look at you, diagnosing Vanessa like she's a case study

in one of your psychiatric journals.

Don't be ridiculous. I'm expressing legitimate concern.

You've heard the rumors about Joey.

Maybe.

But you know what they say about matters of the heart.

It wants what it wants.

Sometimes you can't dictate who someone can be with,

and trying to tends to backfire spectacularly.

Point taken.

Guess that goes for Kat's situation as well.

Part of me feels like I should be intervening,

but she is an adult, and like Chelsea so astutely pointed out,

telling Kat not to do something is like hanging

a giant neon "go for it" sign.

Dupree women and our taste in men.

I hope that is not your way of transitioning

-into a conversation about Ted. -[laughs]

Because I cannot handle

the emotional excavation right now.

Fair. Let's talk about Carlton instead.

There is nothing to talk about,

despite the FBI-level interrogation

you and Chelsea handed him earlier.

Carlton and I are just... friends.

Oh, yeah, not a hint of attraction.

Not after the way he was looking at you at the memorial

and in this very room with those bedroom eyes.

And I always give my friend a peck on the lips

when I'm saying goodbye.

He is still Ted's partner.

That's why you're counting him out?

Ted doesn't get a vote, especially when it's a man

you've known since med school,

and when that man is hot buttered toast

with cinnamon on top.

Plus, you tell everyone who can listen

how done you are with Ted.

Yes, but it's not just Ted.

I'm done with love altogether.

I shouldn't have said that.

Accusing you of manipulating me,

that was... out of line.

But it's how you felt.

You honestly believed that I would weaponize

something as serious as turning myself in.

That's how far we've fallen, Smitty.

And that's why I have to do something drastic.

No.

No, I'm not gonna let you fall on some sword, Martin.

Even if you tell the truth, there's no guarantee

that a jury will believe you.

Martin, the risk is too big.

Then how do I fix my life?

Are things getting better for you?

Because I feel like I'm left stranded in purgatory,

praying that, one day, I'm worth trusting again.

I'm not keeping you in limbo just to watch you squirm.

Then where's the finish line?

And when?

I don't know.

-Then how are we... -Martin, I don't know.

Look, Smitty, I'm a man of action.

Vernon Dupree--

if he saw a problem, saw something that was broken,

he would roll up his sleeves, get his hands dirty and fix it.

I'm not some busted radiator you can tinker with, Martin.

And you didn't just break us, you betrayed me.

You looked me in the eyes for years,

holding a secret that would destroy everything.

Everything that I love.

And there's no quick fix for that.

There's no part that you can order.

There's no switch that you can flip.

Then why won't you at least let me try?

Anything is better than this.

But you're tying both of my hands,

and it's absolutely killing me.

Mom, I'm not trying to make you cry

any more than you already are, okay?

Dad's choices were his own.

Whatever was going through his head

that made him get behind the wheel

wasn't for you to fix.

I can't talk to him, though.

All I have to get answers is that video and that guy Drake.

I-I understand. I...

I'm-I'm sorry, baby. I...

I-I just can't be here anymore.

Thank you, Detective.

-I'll walk you out. -Uh, no, I can do that.

Uh, my ex-employee should be here any minute,

so if there's nothing else you need from me,

I'll be on my way.

After everything that's happened,

please let me walk you to your car.

Your mom's going through it right now.

And it seems like she's not the only one.

You holding up okay?

Define "okay."

I thought you left.

After you say something like, "I'm done with love"? No way.

-What I said... -Is the most unhinged thing

I've heard since the stylist tried to convince me

jean whiskers were making a comeback.

Is it that ridiculous that I'm not interested in putting myself

through the emotional wringer again?

Besides, I am too old to start over.

Don't you dare use that O word. We're too close in age.

Unless it's the other O word, then we can talk.

I'm being serious, Dani.

My career demands everything from me,

not to mention my philanthropy work.

Excuse me if I don't want to devote what little time

I have left to some fleeting romance

that's bound to go nowhere.

You are trying so hard to make this sound logical.

And what is wrong with being logical?

Love isn't that. Never has been, never will be.

Plus, making some sweeping declaration like,

"I'm done with love" is less logical and more...

well, me.

Would you like to try that again?

I'm the one who gets jilted then spins out of control.

I'm the one who obsesses over my ex and lets everything about him

drive my whole existence.

-I'm the one who... -Runs off and marries

a much, much, much younger man in an impromptu Vegas wedding?

If it proves the point, sure.

Nicole Dupree Richardson, there is only room

for one emotional hurricane in this family,

so get out of my lane and get back into your own.

So you need to take out your phone and text Jacob

and cancel the meeting before he starts wondering

and he opens up that whole can of worms again.

-We should talk about this more. -No. We are done talking.

Text him right now or I will take that phone

from your fingers and do it myself.

You know I will.

Thank you.

Done.

But that still doesn't answer what's next for us.

I came back. I slept on the couch.

Moved out when I thought it was the right thing to do.

Yeah, I know.

I hate all the back and forth, too.

Now you talk me out of doing the one thing

I thought would move the needle for us.

Maybe there's something else.

Y'all still at it?

Thought that was open and shut.

You remember my old partner that you met earlier today?

Sorry again for your loss, kid.

But if you don't mind me saying so,

watching your pops at his darkest hour on repeat

ain't gonna bring you much peace.

All due respect, Detective,

I didn't ask for a psychological assessment.

I'm just trying to figure out

what my dad's state of mind was before he died.

It's the only piece of the puzzle I'm missing,

and it's driving me crazy.

Wish I could help, but...

...never met the guy.

I'm Drake.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised you wanted to see me,

-all things considered. -No, don't sweat it.

It's not about the watch you stole from my father's wrist.

I already apologized for that.

Actually, it's a good thing Joey hit me up when he did.

I was boxing up my apartment

with plans to be on the road by sundown.

You leaving town? That's convenient timing.

There's nothing left for me here.

Joey cut me loose after the watch incident, remember?

For every baller that walks out of that casino stacking paper,

there's five or six more who go home having lost everything.

After a while, that energy begins

-to weigh you down, you know? -Oh, save us the sob story.

My father's dead and you were the last one to see him.

So start talking.

-How did you get here so fast? -Oh, I know all the shortcuts.

It's practically my business model.

Macallan 18. Neat, please.

-And for the lady? -Just a water.

Uh, make it a gin martini, please.

I can't blame Donnell for wanting to know more

about his father's mindset the night he died.

Same.

This hit him like a freight train he never saw coming.

You too.

God, Joey, my-my hands were shaking.

I-I couldn't very well tell my son that his parents

got into a vicious fight the night his father died.

Especially when...

...the fight was about you.

Tell us what you remember.

Uh, Doc comes in for this high-stakes game, loses big.

Instead of bouncing, he sticks around for some blackjack.

Man was on a mission to either win it back or go down trying.

No, that doesn't track.

My dad was methodical about everything,

even down to the way he organized his socks.

But you're saying he kept going after nearly losing it all?

Look, when people get desperate, they don't act like themselves.

No, especially when someone's gassing them up.

When the drinks keep flowing and someone's in their ear

telling them that their luck's gonna change.

Who's conducting this interview, Detective? You?

-Or junior here? -Relax.

Is there anything else you want to tell us?

Like how you didn't stop my dad from driving?

Donnell, Maryland law doesn't state...

I know what the law says about server liability,

and I don't care.

On that video, my dad was weaving back and forth

like he'd gone 15 rounds,

but you kept serving him because a drunk loses more.

Is that it?

It's my job to deal cards.

Not babysit grown men.

Look, I feel bad about what happened.

I even stepped away to call Doc an Uber,

and when I came back, he was gone.

What was I supposed to do--

chase the man into the parking lot?

One more thing before we wrap.

At any point, did Dr. McBride mention

needing to meet anyone that night?

As far as I know, his only destination was his bed.

Man was in no shape for socializing.

One last thing.

I thought that was the last thing.

Did my dad say anything that might give us insight

on to what his state of mind was?

About what he was feeling? Or-or-or thinking?

About my sister? About my mom?

Or-or me?

I just need to know something or anything

that might help me understand wh...

why he would leave us.

Just that he didn't like losing.

But who does?

All right, that should do it.

But I'd put the travel plans on hold.

I might have to ask more questions,

and I'd hate to have to track you down.

Fine. I'll say put.

Not what you were hoping for?

No, not even close.

Usually, when I'm working through a complicated case,

food helps clear my mind.

Come on, let's get something. I got you.

Imagine if Donnell finds out the truth.

Doug and I fought that night, but I wasn't even in here-here.

I-I was with you in Puerto Rico,

taking off my wedding ring so we could...

Donnell is strong. He'll get through this.

And you just need to hold on.

You have nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing.

But that, that last call, it-it...

Our-our words were so bitter and angry.

The truth is, Doug brought this on himself.

Every card he played, every drink he swallowed.

His choices, not yours.

When we were at the station and you were in tears,

all I wanted to do was reach out and comfort you.

Let me be your strength when you can't find any.

♪ You've got some explaining♪

♪ To do while we're waiting♪

♪ For you to come here to the smoke café.♪

Couples therapy.

We'd have to be careful about the secret, of course,

but we could air things out,

dig deep. You know?

-It'll be hard, but... -Well,

if it's gonna work, it has to be.

So you'd do it?

Hell yeah. [chuckles]

I will camp outside that therapist's doorstep

if it meant ending this nightmare.

But... will it be enough?

No.

That's only half the solution.

Nice pep talk, but you are way off target.

Am I? You're the rational one.

I'm the emotional wreck. You know what?

Let's throw out all the psychobabble

and call it what it is.

You're a woman who is scared to death.

Can you blame me after everything I've been through?

So, I've built a wall to protect myself.

You call that fear. I call that wisdom.

You're letting one man's betrayal

dictate the rest of your life.

But it wasn't just one man, Dani.

Ted and I were everything to each other.

Strangers would stop us at galas, the grocery store,

church, calling our relationship the gold standard.

And maybe it wasn't the perfection

that some thought it was,

but it was really good.

Until the rug got pulled out publicly, brutally.

I was there.

I know how hard that fall was, truly.

But I picked myself back up.

And I might still be a little wobbly, but I am never,

ever gonna fall like that again.

You call it crazy, Dani. I call it survival.

[phone chimes]

I have to leave.

A business matter needs my urgent attention.

But before I go,

I owe you an apology.

-For? -For being your sister.

You watched my marriage implode,

and you swore you would never end up like me.

So when it happened to you, you shut down completely.

-Dani... -Let me finish.

I set a bad example.

But your heart?

It's too big to close.

Carlton doesn't have to be the one.

But he can be the one for right now.

Therapy aside, I think we need something else

that we can build on.

I agree.

Something that we can hold on to

and gives us hope that we can push through this.

What were you thinking?

Date night.

Once a week.

Something outside of therapy that we can meet up for.

Something that we can look forward to.

Like we were in our 20s.

-Like when we fell in love. -Yeah.

Yeah, a place where we can reminisce and share and laugh.

God, I miss laughing so much, Martin.

Do you really think we can do this?

Because I can't take it if you change your mind tomorrow.

Okay.

Then tonight.

I want our marriage back more than anything.

And I have to put in the work, too.

So this is how we do it, one step at a time.

One date night at a time.

Then tonight it is.

-This. -What?

You.

Your strength. Feeling your arms around me. I...

I-I want time to stop.

Oh. Wouldn't that be nice?

I don't know what to do, Joey.

There-There-There's so much

colliding inside of me right now.

I-I don't know where to put it all.

We'll figure it out.

-But that's on hold for now. -[door opens]

Right now the priority is your son.

[door closes]

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