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So, who is the lucky boy?

Who?

The young man who's escorting
you to the cotillion.

Of course, Jessica,
you're all set.

Yes, ma'am.

Tyrell's dads are taking him
tux shopping this week.

I don't know
who my escort will be.

Bad Bunny is unavail, so...

Yes, Benito Antonio
is doing his world tour.

You know Bad Bunny
by his real name?

-Great-Gran knows everyone.
-Hmm.

You noticed everyone staring?

Eh. Let them stare.

Women have been
cutting their hair

and shaking things up
for forever.

A century ago,
F. Scott Fitzgerald

wrote a story about
a girl getting a bob

and shaking up her whole world.

We read that short story
in English class.

Oh, I saw how a show
in the 2000s got canceled

'cause the main girl
cut her hair.

The more things change.

They're buzzing
because you look amazing.

You do.

Thank you.

But I am more concerned about
how Samantha is going to look

arriving at her debut stag.

SAMANTHA:
Um...

What's "stag"?

Alone. Dateless.

Which, ordinarily,
would be fine,

but cotillion isn't ordinary.

Now, I'm sure you must have
narrowed it down

to a few choices.

And please note, an escort
does not have to be a love match

or any kind of bunny.

Or have a name
that starts with N.

Oh, please.
Nathan's not even a blip.

ANITA:
Well, I don't mean
to rush you, sweetheart,

but the young man
is gonna need time

to have his tux fitted
and learn the dances.

The clock is ticking,
my little deb.

What is it this time?

-What's what?
-Oh, I know the game.

Mm-hmm. Stopping by with a book
you forgot to return?

Borrowing sugar?

All to check
on your grandmother.

I'd deny it, but you would
see right through me.

-Hmm.
-How is she?

Up to her long gloves in
debutante planning at the club,

with your daughter and Jessica.

I knew they were supposed
to have dinner,

but I thought
it would be over by now.

Samantha's really excited on
every level about the cotillion.

Well, your grandmother's happy
to offer her guidance,

and to have the distraction.

And, actually,

I was hoping to have
some alone time with you.

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Nicole.

Damn. You look incredible.

And you do clean up, well,
Dr. Rollins.

Shall we move this?

Anywhere you want.

I was thinking a booth.

That works, too.

After you.

Welcome to my humble abode.

At last.

I thought you could use
a home-cooked meal.

And out of the blue,

you invited me to your place
after months together.

Ah, you suspect
an ulterior motive.

You think I'm shaken up over
that client's irate husband.

-Well...
-I could've handled myself

even if Randy
hadn't run interference.

So you've said.

But you don't seem
to believe me.

I'm a woman in the world, Joey.

I know how to lock up,
stay sharp

and make it hurt if I'm pushed.

Dangerous Vanessa.

I like that about you.

And I like you ready
to be my dark knight,

and that I've finally been
welcomed into your castle,

for whatever reason.

You know, if I thought that...

...loser husband
was a real threat...

...he wouldn't be anymore.

And I wouldn't have
to distract you with a meal.

Okay, you win.

Feed me.

First things first.

You're the expert on houses,
so go ahead.

Be brutal.

It's exquisite.

And surprising.

What'd you expect--
Dogs Playing Poker?

Sinatra painted on velvet?

Maybe a blackjack table

like the one we've put
to such good use at the casino?

I wouldn't knock
any of the above,

especially our table.

It's warm.

Which some people might not
expect in your home, but...

I know you're not afraid
of sentiment.

It's masculine, of course,
because you're you.

Sophisticated, as I figured,

and thankfully, less modern
than most guys usually go for.

What it is is exactly
what I should've expected.

A reflection of you.

Your warmth.

Your passion.

Your brilliance.

Mm. My man.

Forever full of surprises.

I've always had an affinity
for finer things.

Sorry. I had to wait for Vanessa
to leave for the evening.

She asked you to stay late?

Not at all.

I like to spruce
things up for her.

Vanessa likes to have

an inviting bedroom
after a long day,

and just in case
she brings Joey home with her...

-Is that a regular thing?
-Ah, it is.

And I have to say,
Mr. Armstrong is a dream.

Charm for days and nary a crumb
or smudge on glass.

Because he can't
leave evidence behind.

Do not make me an accomplice
after the fact.

Not all of us can work

for the morally
unimpeachable Duprees.

If you'd seen Nicole
leaving for her date tonight.

Honey, off the shoulder,
up the hip,

I thought it might
meet in the middle.

No.
Not Dr. Nicole Dupree.

Oh, you haven't seen
her new "come hither" look.

Mm.

You make it sound shameless.

Sometimes I think you're like
one of those throwbacks, Mona,

from one of those Douglas Sirk
films we both love on TCM. Ugh.

Well, if she's doing
an imitation of life,

it's maybe Dani's life.

Nicole was the most responsible,

professional,
put-together woman I knew.

And now she deserves
a scarlet letter?

I just mean the fallout
from Ted's cheating,

lies and baby mama drama
didn't end

with the perfect couple
blowing up.

It continues, with Nicole

emerging from the ashes
of that marriage

like some sexually
liberated phoenix.

So, I haven't
scared you off yet?

Not even with my
secret single behavior?

I like knowing that under
that handsome exterior

and those magic massage hands,
you're still human

and guilty of leaving dishes
in the sink.

Oh, I would load
the dishwasher for you.

That sounded way hotter
in my head.

What you said in my office--
it really stuck with me, Kial.

Well, it's like a new adventure
every time I see you,

so I'm guessing
that it had to do

with changing things up
after a loss.

You did it by becoming
a traveling doc,

and I decided to make some
changes a little closer to home.

I'm happy to be an inspiration.

Any changes of note?

Just getting to know
a certain reluctant dishwasher.

Well, then,
you actually have to answer

some of my questions about you.

Maybe. When I get back.

Oh, I'm not moving.

Did I tell you you're the most
ravishing woman here?

You haven't even
looked around yet.

I don't have to.

Oh, there's Kial.

-We should say hi.
-Uh, sure.

Well, if it isn't
my favorite nurse from the DMV.

Ted.

-Kial.
-That would mean a lot more

if I didn't know
you had at least ten other

favorite nurses
in this town alone.

Well, you out-favorite them all.

Just don't tell.

Please don't tell me you've done
so much bouncing around

that your fine self
is forced to dine alone.

I'm on a date.

Oh. Who's the lucky girl?

Me.

I could get used to this.

I'm glad you like it here.

I do.

And what do you have
cooking in the kitchen?

Ropa vieja.

Translation?

Shredded Cuban beef
sautéed in pepper tomato sauce.

It marinates all night,
and then simmers all day.

The key is in the waiting.

I do love a slow burn.

It'll be worth the wait,
I promise.

You're different here.

More relaxed.
More yourself, maybe.

I like this you.

I haven't been completely
relaxed since I was a kid.

But here is as close
as I will ever come.

When I'm here,
I can actually imagine

what my life might be like

if I'd chosen a different one.

And what would that look like?

Well, I'd try my hand
at the great American thriller,

like Connelly or Leonard.

And then I'd make dinner
for a certain everything woman.

And I'd make love to her
in every room.

Starting with this one.

And I could almost turn my back
on the road I've taken.

-Just almost?
-Just almost.

No, this is as free
and as safe as I can be.

Well, it is Fort Knox
up in here.

I'm guessing that the rock
stationed at the door

is not the only one.

He's not the reason
I've lowered my guard.

You are.

You are going to look
so stunning

in that gown you've chosen.

I agree.

Thank you.

But you've seen hundreds
of debutantes.

Well, that is why
I am so certain.

The line that runs through
those white dresses,

from you to Kat
to Naomi to Nicole...

And I just, I can see them

when they were getting ready
for their debuts,

and how excited they were,
just like you are.

And of course, Jessica, you are
going to be gorgeous as well.

I cannot wait
to see you and Tyrell

descending that staircase.

What, i-is this this Gen Z stare
that I've read so much about?

Sorry, Mrs. Dupree.

No disrespect. Uh...

I'm just doing time
in my ball gown.

The whole cotillion thing,
it's just not me.

Hmm. And yet, here you are.

My dad is making me.

So, you resent your father
for wanting you to have

opportunities in a world that
doesn't deal them out easily?

Poor you.

I think there are
less problematic ways

to make connections.

I think I understand
why you feel that way.

I pretty much had
the same opinion of cotillions

until I saw one for myself.

Really?

So, how'd they suck you
into the deb cult?

Attending the cotillion
as a guest

on the arm of my husband
was a wonderful experience,

but I was introduced
to the tradition

was when the Articulettes sang
at a cotillion after-party.

There we were,

having been raised
in the projects,

having to fight our way

through every adversity.

Fighting to be heard,

fighting to find self-assurance,

fighting to carry ourselves
with poise.

And then we walk into the room

with all these beautiful
young Black women

who already had all of that.

They were the same age
we had been

when we were touring
all over the place

and clawing our way
up the charts,

except they were already
brimming with confidence.

And you didn't resent
that they had it like that,

I mean, without ever
lifting a finger?

All I wanted was for girls
who look like me

to step into the world
and not have to fight.

You still don't understand

the value of a cotillion,
do you?

I guess not.

It's not a prom,
like you're someone else's date,

or a marriage, like
you're someone else's spouse.

It is about you.

You owning you.

Coming out and saying
to the world, here you are.

You are proud,

you are beautiful,
you are intelligent.

I cannot think
of any other tradition

that affirms that more.

Well...

when you put it that way.

I watched those girls grow up
and champion

the causes that they pledged
when they first came out.

And they still do.

Now, I know you have pledged
to your new clinic.

What is your cause, Jessica?

It's a local organization.

It helps teach kids
conflict resolution.

That is wonderful.

If you and Samantha

can accomplish half of what
the debutantes I have known did,

you will make yourselves
very proud.

I will.

Me too.

And I may be biased...

...but I think
one of you two young ladies

may be crowned
Platinum Deb at the ball.

Oh, please.
Jessica doesn't even want it.

Oh, I would never
take that from you.

As if you could.

Well, it's not
up to either of you.

But the Barrington County
Debutante Society would be lucky

to have either of you
beautiful young women

wearing that tiara.

ANASTASIA:
I wouldn't count on it.

My granddaughter Francesca
is a shoo-in for that title,

and there's not a damn thing
Anita Dupree can do about it.

So, my grandchildren
have teamed up

to decide what's best
for me now?

No. Naomi and I realized
that I was selfish

for taking
even a moment of your time

when it's time away from Gran.

Now, you've already
helped me with my campaign

by training me
every day of my life.

Your Gran's the one
battling cancer, not me.

But you haven't left her side
for a moment.

But it takes a toll.

You have to take care
of yourself, too.

Taking care of your grandmother
isn't a burden.

It's a gift.

And taking care of this family?

That's my reason for being.

I know, but with everything
going on,

no one would fault you
for taking a step back.

I would.

Who wouldn't want
a horizontal house call

with the good Dr. Carlton

or a roll-around
with Dr. Rollins?

I'm not being a church lady.

Ugh, but she's spent
her whole life with Ted,

and now she's just
out on the loose?

Exactly.

She spent her whole life
with one man.

That philandering jerk
repays her with a secret baby

and baby mama who--
my heart goes out to Leslie--

is relentless.

I mean, who would begrudge
Nicole a revenge makeover?

You should be cheering her on,

not judging her
in the comment section.

I hope you're right.

But I pray she doesn't move
too fast for her own good.

SHANICE:
Nicole. Hi.

This dress was made for you.

And you are always
fierce yourself.

And I'm gonna have
to get an AirTag for you

if you keep showing up
at all of my dates.

Well, small town.

Great minds.

Well, don't let us keep you.

I'm sure Shanice
could use a cocktail.

Right. Let's, uh,
let's go to the bar.

It's not my place, but, uh...

Go on.

I thought you and Carlton
were a thing.

Least, that's what
Carlton thinks.

Definitely not your place.

Because I live every aspect
of my life openly and honestly.

Carlton knows about Kial
and Kial knows about Carlton.

And they both know
that I'm nowhere near ready

for anything resembling
a commitment,

because I'm newly
out of a marriage.

Hey, I didn't--
I didn't mean to, uh...

So, I believe
we are all up to speed,

unless you want to ask Kial
his intentions?

I'm good.

Ted, I think Nicole's right.
I'm thirsty.

Let's see about those drinks?

-Yeah.
-Kial, Nicole, you two have fun.

You, too. Oh. Thank you.

For what?

For setting us up
in the first place.

I owe you.

I have spent the evening
convincing these girls

that being a debutante
is about merit,

character, achievement
and sisterhood.

And now you've just reduced it
to nothing more than rivalry

and bragging rights.

You can't preach
if you've never worn the robes.

And you, Anita, never wore
the dress, nor the gloves.

You were never a deb, and yet
you sit here holding court.

While with all
those lessons, Anastasia,

what did you walk away with?

Not an iota of decorum.

Is this what you're
passing down to Francesca?

I am Fairmont Crest
born and bred.

Insult me,
and you're insulting Vernon.

My husband used his privilege

to step into the world
helping others.

And that's where he found you,

scraping and gyrating
and hustling like a common...

Emmy, Grammy, Oscar,

Tony award-winning
quadruple threat.

I don't dabble. I dominate.

Without Vernon, you,
your daughters,

your granddaughter
and most assuredly

your great granddaughter,

who doesn't even have
a drop of Dupree blood,

wouldn't be allowed
inside these gates,

let alone into the ranks
of polite society.

You have to give me the recipe.

Guess.

Mm, definitely pecan.

And pear.

A hint of...

something savory.

Pancetta.

Never mind.

What do you have
against pancetta?

Never mind about the recipe.

I don't need it.

I have you.

You do.

And you can just make
those little puffs for me

all the time.

When I move in.

You really set them up?

Carlton canceled WinterFest,

and I didn't want
to leave my girl hanging.

Huh.

And you didn't mention it to me?

Why would I?

You claim you've moved on.

W-Was I wrong?

Are you bothered?

Why would I be bothered?

Because since Nicole walked in
here with that freakum dress on

and that fine man,
you have spent more time

looking over there
than you have at me.

It's not like that.

Then what's it like, Ted?

I didn't put on these lashes
and these heels

to spend the night with a man
who's still caught up on his ex.

What if I told you...

...I need the campaign
as much as you need me in it.

You see, what's happening with
your grandmother is terrifying,

but clarifying.

You see, we've touched
many, many lives.

Her with her music,

me with my politics.

So, we want that to live on.

You're not going anywhere.

No, not anytime soon.

Uh, Anita's music and films

will be here for generations.

You'll carry on for me.

You're...

you're my legacy.

Not just me, Granddad.

You have inspired so many.

Then don't stop me now.

All right, oh great one.

What should I be doing
that I'm not doing now?

You have to put
more skin in the game.

You want me to quadruple

my face-to-face
and meet-and-greet stops

leading up to the primary?

You disagree?

Great strategy,
but wrong timing.

There's no way I'm sacrificing
another moment with my family,

Especially the kids.

You and I

are overdue
to get a few things straight.

-Thank you.
-Owen. Of course I missed you.

You drove three hours?

That is so sweet.

Okay, I'm leaving now.

I just have to drop
some knowledge on my bestie.

I'll see you soon.

Go.

I can't be responsible
for making you miss

one minute of happy
with Mr. Love Boat.

I just have to say,
if I can meet a man

in the middle of the Atlantic,
you can meet one closer to home.

Your last man
shouldn't be your last man.

Get out there and live.

I thought we'd come to a place
of understanding.

We love each other.

We spend practically every night
together at my place,

which has all those memories.

Your place could be ours.

Only, it's mine.

Our situation's changed.

Doug's gone.

We're closer than ever.

That picture you painted
of us here together?

It can be real.

Your moving in here
could really mean something.

That you can't be apart from me.

Danger, for you.

If you were living here,

my enemies would have no doubt
how much you mean to me.

And how much is that?

Sometimes, words won't do.

Look, Nicole and I are always
gonna be connected.

You know, by the kids,
and perhaps one day as friends.

But I still know her better
than anyone else on the planet,

and that's just not
the Nicole that I know.

Because she is not
the same woman you once knew.

Because of me.

You don't get to dictate how
she puts you in her rearview.

Nicole is evolving,
which is her right.

And if you are ever really
gonna be her real friend...

Okay. Have to check myself.

Nicole is free to do
whatever she wants.

But I just know
if she's showing out

because of me,
then that's on me.

I saw a woman
that's walking in her power.

Hmm. Okay, well,

maybe I was out of bounds
and I couldn't see that.

But it's gonna take me a minute
to get used to this evolution,

especially when she's evolving
in the same room.

I can get with that.

But you do know
they serve food and drinks

in other rooms
where your ex-wife isn't?

-Mm.
-She is not the only one
who can evolve.

Thanks.

Bartender? Uh...

No, I wasn't born with
a silver spoon in my mouth

or up my butt like you.

Oh. There she is.

I've been waiting to meet
the real Anita Williams.

But I have earned my place
in this life,

in my marriage
and in Fairmont Crest.

We have created a family
that has glittered

behind and beyond these gates

with dignity, integrity,

heart and grace.

And we have passed that down
through blood,

but most importantly,
through deed,

to our children,
our grandchildren

and now our great-grandchildren,

like this lovely young woman
you see before you.

Now, we may not have passed
your 23andMe purity test,

but yet, here you are
with all that

privilege and opportunity,

and you didn't bother
to ever develop

the kind of traits
that truly matter.

My family was
giving to charities

while you still were one.

And what have you done
with your high-and-mighty self

with all that you have?

Just crowned yourself
the queen of mean.

That's all you got, Ms. EGOT?

I would call
for a standing ovation,

but this isn't
Showtime at the Apollo,

it's Fairmont Crest.

Divas aren't welcome here.

Have you looked in the mirror?

And you might have been able
to tip the scales

for Nicole, Naomi and Kat,

but do not expect a four-peat.

The crown belongs
to my thoroughbred.

Not your Samantha.

It is Francesca Belleclaire's
time to shine.

And no Dupree
will stand in our way.

Well, if that is the lens

through which you've
decided to see this...

...may the best matriarch win.

That woman is the exact
reason debutantes

should just fade away.

Fortunately, tradition
is a living thing.

And it can only flourish

with new blood
like yours and Samantha's.

Don't throw away our history

before you've experienced it
yourself

with an open heart and mind,
Jessica.

You might find you like it.

I will try, Mrs. Dupree.

Good.

Now, I want you two to focus

on being the best damn debs
you can be.

Leave Ms. Anastasia to me.

I understand putting family
before calendar.

When Smitty and I
got back together,

I promised him that I would
be there for him and the kids.

We don't have
that much more time

before we have an empty nest.

It's Tyrell's senior year,

and Samantha's going through
her own rite of passage.

The kids are proud
of what you do.

I hope so.

But it's not just about them.

Smitty is finally getting back
into the swing of his career.

And I want that for him.

That's a lot of change, son.

You're used to being the center
of their world, and now,

all the pieces are moving

And growing,

and I can't wait to see
how it all turns out.

And?

And I just want to push
the pause button

and keep us in this little
perfect bubble forever.

Familiar words.

Anita and I used them once.

Mm. Nicole said the same
about you and Kat.

Now my poor girl's
got to grow again.

Her nest's empty, and...

the ink on her divorce papers
is dry.

Has anyone ever told you
you are an amazing kisser?

Mm, doesn't come to mind.

Mm, they should give you
a kissing award.

[laughs]

You should be in
the kissing hall of fame.

They should write songs
about your kissing.

-Oh, it may have come up.
-Yeah?

I believe other descriptors
were used.

Mm...

All that and you're funny, too.

I got an idea. Why don't
we keep doing this again

and I'll be inspired
to find more words.

Mm. No more words.

Mm. When you said
you wanted to get out of here,

I thought you meant
a different restaurant.

Oh. Well, you thought wrong.

Well, lucky me.

You're so beautiful, Shanice.

Oh, Ted.

[laughs]

Mm. I've wanted to kiss
that spot all night.

And this one

and... this one.

You-you had me right up
until the "all night" part.

We both know your mind
has also been elsewhere tonight.

Uh, maybe you suddenly
have to have me

because you're trying
to forget

that Nicole
is with Kial right now.

If it isn't the hero.

Mona, right?

You saved Vanessa McBride
from that skeevy guy.

How'd you hear about that?

Waitresses talk.

Listening's one of my things.

Noted.

Being a hero is not one of mine.

But, uh, I refuse to stand by
when a woman's in danger.

Everybody says that.

But not everybody
walks the walk.

You do surprise.

How'd you manage to maintain
a semblance of decency

while still working
for that devil Joey Armstrong?

Mmm.

Four courses, Joey.

This must have
taken you all day.

I love cooking for you.

You know what goes great
with devil's food cake?

Do tell.

Whipped cream.

Be right back.

Or, I believe you were saving
the bedroom

for the end of the tour.

I'll meet you in there.

Well, ladies,
we should head home now.

I've got my car, but thanks,
it has been an education.

Uh, do you need to sit down?

Should I get someone?

No, no. I'm fine, I'm fine.

I just need to throw
some cold water on my face.

Is she really okay?

I hope that
wannabe Bridgertonbiatch

didn't, like,
throw off her game.

Great Gran is fine.

She may have never been
the Platinum Deb,

but she's the toughest woman
I know.

Dare I ask
what cranked up that smile?

What if I said it was you?

I like that.

You want to take this someplace?

Maybe my place?

I am very, very tempted,

but can we say,
"to be continued"?

Did I blow this?

Because I just assumed
that we were on the same page.

Oh, we're on the same page.

I just haven't quite changed up
everything about myself.

I need to keep this
at the kissing place for now.

Moving locations
levels up to something

a little more serious.

We don't want that.

I promise that I won't
fall madly in love with you.

As long as you promise
that you won't.

You are adorable.

But if kissing has us here,

imagine what
a night together will do.

Oh, I am.

I am enjoying
where I am right now,

and I need to just
stay here for a minute.

No fast moves.

I'm enjoying keeping all
the possibilities on the table.

I hope you understand.

I've been where you've been.

When you move, I'll move.

Okay, look, don't-don't go.

Look, this takes time.

No. I won't be someone's
consolation prize

while you wait for your wife
or girlfriend

to come back to you.

I deserve much more than that.
Better than that.

Yes, you do.

And I wouldn't have
asked you out

if I wasn't ready to move on.

I want to believe that.

It was a reflex.
Not interest.

I should have kept my eyes
fixed on you, where they belong.

You have brought me back
from a really dark place.

And we're good together.

You make me laugh,
and when we're not laughing,

you make me want to do things
I really want to do.

How do I show you there's
nowhere else I want to be?

What do I need to say, Shanice?

Just tell me, and I will do it.

You can start
by explaining these,

because if I am the one,

then who do these tacky-ass
panties belong to?

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