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Stick to the drop schedule.

-People are getting suspicious.
-Wait, what people?

SMITTY:
You can't investigate

the goings-on
at the hospital, but I can.

I am well aware of this sordid
story. That mama of yours?

Something else.

LESLIE:
And she doesn't play

about her baby girl either.

She's opinionated.

She called me the spawn of Satan

and told you
to steer clear of me.

That's quite an opinion.

-You heard something?
-About Fenmore's?

They are delighted to be
in business with ChelseaKat.

[squealing and laughing]

I'm being sued
for medical malpractice.

Certain statements
made on a website

owned by a Willow Adams.

That's my mother.

I'm gonna fight.

And I'd be happy
to represent you, Madison.

Well, let me be cocounsel.

Were you and my mom
having an affair

before my dad died?

So you're really not gonna
tell me about this

fancy-schmancy evening
you have planned for me?

Nope.

Come on. But a girl needs
to know how to dress.

Okay, are we outdoors, indoors?
Can I be comfy?

Is it like
a five-star situation?

Woman, I've seen your closet,

and you could put on a paper bag

and still be the finest thing
in the room.

But that doesn't mean
I still can't dress the part.

Come on, silly.

You, of all people,

I think would like
a little mystery.

Oh, I do. I do, when I'm
the one holding the cards.

But when someone else does,
it feels like a power move,

and I don't play second fiddle
to anybody.

Mm.

That's before I came along.

Oh, cocky looks good on you.

You know.

Woman, my lips are sealed.

That's not
what you said the other night.

[laughs]

Eh...

Where's the fire, Goldilocks?

Hey, Leslie.

Detective Malone.
I just, I'm grabbing

a quick bite
on my way back to work,

and I'm kind of in a rush, so...

Yeah.

Well, I see why
you ditched that firefighter.

Derek?

Oh, God, the sound
of his name just irks me.

Well, Derek's not really
my problem anymore.

I'm more concerned
about surviving my boss,

who already thinks
I am a walking disaster.

If she catches me even
remotely slacking today,

I may not live
to, uh, clock out, so...

Thanks.

Lia Whitmore, Chief of Staff?

-Uh, yeah.
-She's no joke.

Tell me about it. [chuckles]

I heard what happened.

News travels fast
around this hospital.

I plan to talk
to my department heads,

but first
I want to hear it from you.

I was out of the office
most of the day.

I just came back in,

and when I went to log in
onto my computer,

the lab employee schedule page
was open,

information I have
no need to access.

Security breach?

Presumably.

I called IT immediately.

And?

They said they're investigating.

IT speak for
they don't know a damn thing.

Maybe the cameras
caught something?

According to security,
the system was down

around the time
my office got hit.

They're blaming it
on a software update.

Of course. Anything else?

There were
two failed login attempts

before my password worked.

Any patient files touched?

No, thank God. Can you imagine
the HIPAA nightmare?

So...

if they weren't after
patient data,

what were they looking for?

That's
the million-dollar question.

♪ ♪

Hi, baby.

♪ ♪

Thank you, you sweetie.

Back for cotillion practice?

Uh, something like that.

Either way,
it's good to see you.

Although, I hope
it isn't anything serious.

I didn't pull you away
from anything major, did I?

Not at all.
I was chatting with Nicole.

We ran into each other
at the atrium.

Oh, yeah. How's she doing?

You know Nicole,
always has an opinion

on everything and everyone.

But either way,
it's good to see you.

Your timing couldn't have
been better.

If you hadn't called,
I probably would have swung by

the casino to see Joey.

It's a simple
yes or no question.

Were you and my mom having
an affair before my dad died?

Deanna...

Don't run that smooth act on me.

I'm not some kid you can pat
on the head and walk away from.

-Now answer the damn question.
-EMPLOYEE: Boss.

I'm in the middle of something.

Customer at table 19
claims he hit big

and didn't get paid.

Uh, security is
dragging him out,

but he's talking
about going public

unless he can talk to the owner.

I'll be there in a minute.

I'm sorry, we'll have
to take this up another time.

Are you serious right now?

If that guy goes public,
the clip goes viral,

and that brings
the wrong kind of attention.

Since when do you care
about your reputation?

I don't.
I care about my business.

That's something else I have
in common with your mother.

Avoid me all you want, Joey,
but I will find the truth.

And when I do,
you're gonna have more

than an angry customer
to answer to.

I am so sorry about all of this.

Stop. Don't do that to yourself.

These things happen.

To me,
more times than I care to admit.

I started being careful

after Leslie
and the whole mess with Eva.

At least, I thought I did.

But I wrote down my password

and put it somewhere
somebody could find it,

so it's my own damn fault.

IT told you to change
the password.

-Already handled.
-Good.

Let's not make
any panicked moves. Not yet.

I don't want
the board or the press

getting wind of a breach.

This stays contained
till we lock it down.

You don't want
to contact the authorities?

IT needs time to trace this.

The last thing
Garland needs is a headline

before we know
what we're dealing with.

And that is why
you are the chief.

Thank you for staying
so levelheaded about this.

We're not out of the woods yet.

Maintenance needs to change
the locks on your door tonight,

and no more notes
with passwords.

[phone chimes]

There's a situation
in pediatrics

that needs my attention.

Uh, I will call maintenance
to put in the work order.

It's the least I can do
after the colossal screwup.

If you want to call, fine,

but don't let this stew.

Whoever compromised
Garland's integrity,

we'll find them.

And there will be consequences.

You have my word.

[door closes]

To borrow from
my cinematic shero Glenn Close,

I don't like to be ignored.

I believe the line is,
"I'm not going to be ignored."

Okay, haven't you heard
of paraphrasing?

And since when do you start
quoting movie dialogue?

Verbatim.

I can't help it.

I'm a sucker for the oldies.

Back when thrillers had bite.

Crazy about Fatal Attraction.

Mm. Glenn Close just wanted
a man to call her back

and the whole world
labeled her as crazy

because she refused
to vanish quietly.

-Can't relate to that at all.
-Hmm.

Then there's
Devil in a Blue Dress.

Mm.

Yeah, the one where
the woman knows

survival's another kind
of performance.

She'd walk into a room,
and every time,

she knew
that she belonged there,

even though the world
didn't want her there.

I mean, half the men,
well, they wanted to save her,

the other half wanted
to expose her,

and she let them think
they were choosing.

Mm-hmm.

Then there's, uh,

A Thin Line
Between Love and Hate.

Ooh, that's
a cautionary one right there.

Oh, poor Lynn Whitfield.
Okay, look.

All she wanted was
to be loved right.

Until that man
treated her heart like a game

and then called her crazy
when she stopped playing.

Hmm.

And last but not least,

Basic Instinct.

Mm.

Yeah.

A dogged detective desperate
to solve a murder.

Mm.

And he also was trying
to stay withdrawn

from that fine as hell
femme fatale

who may or may not have done it.

Mm.

And if my memory serves me,

that cop failed miserably
at resisting

Sharon Stone's charms.

Mm. Almost as miserably

as you are at resisting mine.

[Marcel chuckles]

I don't want to bore you
more than I already have

-talking about my day.
-Oh, I don't mind.

You said you had
a showing earlier today

when I texted. Uh, how'd it go?

A son actually interested
in his mother's life?

I'm not sick.
Can I just miss my mom?

Sorry, sweetie, but not without
having your head examined.

Unless you have
some ulterior motive.

Okay, fine. Um...

I'm worried about you.

A quick phone check-in
could have handled that.

Yeah, only for you
to tell me everything's good

so I can focus on school.

I know how much that fight
you had with Deanna upset you.

Deanna loves you, Mom.

She just has
a hard time showing it.

Hmm.

I swear, your sister came
out of the womb

already rolling her eyes at me.

What is it about
mothers and daughters?

My mother and I were always
at each other's throats,

just like Mom was
with my grandmother.

Breaks my heart
that Deanna and I inherited

the exact same
generational curse.

Not all moms and daughters
are constantly at war.

I mean, look at your friends.

You're right about that.

Despite a few hiccups
with Chelsea,

Dani and her daughters
have always

enjoyed a close relationship.

Same with Nicole and Kat.

I suppose that stems
from the unbreakable bond

that Dupree sisters share
with their own mother.

Unfortunately,
I'm no Anita Dupree,

a fact to which your sister
can certainly attest.

Okay, EGOT or not,
you're a great mom.

I wouldn't trade you.

You are so sweet.

It's just that my twin sister
can be a handful.

Hmm. That's an understatement
on par with saying

Leslie Thomas
and her daughter caused

-a bit of a dustup
when they moved to town.
-[phone buzzing]

Well, if it isn't my second
favorite man on the planet.

Second? Who knocked me
out of first?

My son, of course.

Oh. Well, that's all right.

But right now, it's your
daughter I'm concerned about.

You should be, too.

Why?

Did something happen
with Deanna?

I'd rather not get into it
over the phone.

Oh, no, please don't tell me
something went wrong.

What? Oh. Oh, no, nothing.

-Okay.
-Uh, nothing
that concerns you, anyway.

Uh, everything seems
to be running smoothly,

-as far as I know.
-Okay. Thank God.

I almost hyperventilated
on my way back.

-Are you just getting in?
-Oh, no. No, ma'am.

I have been here all day.
I just...

I snuck out
for a couple of seconds

because I needed
to get some real food.

The last time I trusted the
cafeteria's eggplant parmesan,

I spent half my shift
praying to Saint Pepto, so...

-It is okay, really.
-Okay.

I am not a narc.

Uh, although, since you have
been here for a while,

did you happen to see anybody
around my office earlier?

-Did I?
-What does that mean?

Well, let's just say,
if the hospital was hosting

a popularity contest,
you would take home the crown,

no sweat. Well, let's see.

First, there was
your son-in-law,

the reporter
extraordinaire himself.

Then Naomi rolled through.

I thought she was here
to visit me, her bestie,

but no, she was here
to see her favorite aunt.

Naomi and Smitty?

I remember Naomi texting me
that she was dropping

something off, but I had no idea
Smitty was looking for me.

Yeah, not a single
missed call or text.

ASHLEY:
Hmm.

Did he happen to mention
why he was visiting?

Uh, yeah, he said something
about cotillion, I think?

Of course, that makes sense.

There is still
a mountain of prep

before Samantha's big debut.

Well, that explains it, then.

Look, I really have
to get back to work,

but, um, can you do me a favor
and just, uh,

you don't have to mention
to the chief that I skipped out.

I'm already on
pretty thin ice with her.

-Your secret is safe with me.
-Thank you.

[line ringing]

Hi, there, my wonderful
and handsome son-in-law.

I have a quick question for you.
Nothing urgent.

Just give me a ring
when you can.

All right. Bye.

I have a suggestion.

Why don't we act out
one of my favorite scenes

from that movie
that you love so much

right here in this restaurant.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

The one where Sharon Stone

reveals that she ain't
wearing no panties?

Woman, you all sorts of crazy,
ain't you?

For you.

You would do it
right here in public?

-Right now?
-Well, that depends

if you are finally
going to tell me

where you are taking me
for our date.

Not this again.

Now what? Come on.

I mean, you got to give
in order to get,

and it will be
well worth it, baby.

You really are relentless,
aren't you?

Baby, you have no idea.

Why are you so against
letting me surprise you?

If I told you now,
it would ruin the whole moment.

Okay, look, I am sorry,
all right?

I'm just used to being
the one in control, all right?

Anything unexpected,
it just throws me off-kilter.

Oh, hell no.
What the hell is she doing here?

Let me get a rum and Coke.

On my tab, since I owe you.

And a spicy margarita
while you're at it.

Coming right up.

I take it your kiki
with our future stepdad

didn't end in a hug
and a selfie?

Got here as soon as I could.

What happened with Deanna?

JOEY:
Here.

Something tells me
you're gonna need it.

The nerve of that girl,
to corner you like that--

in your own place
of business, no less.

Oh, I've been cornered by worse.

But I will say this:

your daughter has some backbone.

Yeah, maybe too much
for her own good.

I can't believe
sh-she interrogated you on

if we were having an affair
before Doug died

after I emphatically
told her we weren't.

After I looked her
in the eye and promised.

I hoped I'd put
that nonsense to bed.

Well, we weren't
having an affair

in the sense that
your husband knew about it,

but your daughter is digging
in places where she shouldn't.

This is the last thing I need.

I won't explain an open marriage
to my grieving child.

Deanna and my relationship
is already

hanging by the thinnest
thread imaginable.

Donnell and I were just
talking about it.

How she has always been
at odds with me.

How every word I say
turns into a fight.

If she finds out
the truth now...

if she finds out
I lied to her face...

...I won't just lose her trust,

it'll destroy
whatever's left between us.

You were just with Donnell?

Yeah. Uh, I wrapped
my showing early.

He texted saying he was in town
and wanted to see me and...

Talk about a pleasant surprise.

He was worried about me
after the fight with Deanna.

It was...

-it was sweet, actually.
-[chuckles]

Or strategic.

Implying?

You know your kids
better than I do,

but don't you think
it's just a little convenient

when one just happens
to show up to look after you

right when the other one
is peppering me

with questions and accusations?

Oh, my God.

They Wonder-Twinned me.

You just asked him
point-blank if he was

doing Mom before Dad died?

Please don't say it like that.

The image that popped
in my head makes me want

to cover this bar in barf.

But yeah.

I asked.

And? I mean, what'd he say?

Creep wouldn't answer.
He just kept pitching,

"There's nothing to see here,"
like a used-car salesman.

He gives me the ick, Donnell.

I mean...

At worst, he's...

a home-destroyer
that broke up our family

and drove Dad
to drink and drive.

And at best?

A grave robber
swooping in to steal Mom

while Dad's burial plot
was still warm.

That guy's vibes are way off.

I feel you. I do.

But we have to face facts.

Mom and Joey are involved
whether we like it or not.

ASHLEY:
Check his vitals
every two hours.

And if anything changes
with his oxygen levels,

I need you to page
Dr. Reeves immediately.

Got it?

Call me if you need me. Okay.

Hey. Everything okay?

Hi, there, again.
Have you seen the chief?

She isn't in her, in her office?

I just came from there.

What did I do now?

It's not you.

It's... something else.

Like what?

Something I'd rather
discuss with her.

Of course. Sorry. Um...
You know, uh, last I heard,

I think she was paged
to pediatrics for an emergency.

That was my impression, too,

but I was just down in peds, and
they said they hadn't seen her.

-Well, that's odd.
-Right.

Maybe she stepped out
for some fresh air?

Maybe.

Since when do fine, upstanding
police detectives

break bread
with known criminals?

I know this thing was
not referring to me.

Because the only thing unlawful
here is your hot breath.

Still repeating that fairy tale
that it wasn't you

that tried to kill Dr. Dupree's
assistant not once, but twice?

I know it was you

who ran that poor girl
off the road

and then tried to finish her off
in my hospital.

Lia, I'm curious
about something.

What's the going rate
for chief of staff these days?

Why on Earth would I discuss
my salary with you?

No, it's okay, girl.
Don't tell me.

Yeah, just make sure you have it
prepared for the judge

for when I sue your uppity ass
for defamation.

Ladies. All right.

Neutral corners.

Let's keep it classy.

Oh, like she's capable of that.

For the life of me,
I will never understand

why Dr. Richardson took
a wrecking ball to his marriage

for the likes of you.

Mm. Why don't you ask
your new friend here?

I'm sure he can tell you
all about why.

Men just can't get enough
of Leslie.

-New friend?
-Mm-hmm.

Oh. No, sweetie.

Malone and I go way back,
don't we?

I just realized
you two had beef.

And I wouldn't have text you
if it wasn't important.

Hold up. You texted her?

Lia occasionally consults
for the department.

And I need your input
on a new case.

That better be the only thing
you givin' input on.

You know, Lia...

...now that I am running
my own medical facility,

I'm sure we'll be bumping
into each other more often.

Really, Malone? Leslie Thomas?

I don't judge
your personal life.

-Don't judge mine.
-You're right.

It's not my business if
you're a glutton for punishment.

So what is this case
you need my input on?

It concerns your hospital.

Did you just say
that we need to face facts?

I thought I was the only one
who had a problem,

since you've been around here
acting like the president

of the Joey
Appreciation Society.

I had my doubts, too.

And then you went soft.

More like I opened my eyes.

I saw how happy he makes Mom.
So what if Joey has a rep?

He really does seem
to care about her.

That's the thing, Donnell.

He cared so much that he stole
Mom right from under Dad,

while he was still alive,
while we were still a family.

I'm not saying it's right,

or that it doesn't hurt,
because it does.

I want to see our parents back
together more than anything.

Then how can you be
so calm about this?

Because Dad's gone.

He's not coming back.

And I like to think
about what he would want.

Justice.

Harmony. Us coming together,

not you fighting with Mom
every second.

None of it will bring him back.

And if Joey makes Mom happy

after everything
that's happened,

isn't that what's important?

Think about it.

Would you rather have Mom here,

bitter and alone
while we're off at school?

At least now
she has some company.

Someone to distract her after
everything that's happened.

Someone to make her feel
like she has a reason

to get up in the morning.

I guess I see your point.

Maybe we need
a distraction, too.

Isn't that what
the drinks are for?

What if we take this party
to the club?

I mean, I could call
some of my boys.

-You text your girls...
-Or you both can explain

why you're plotting
behind my back.

Mom. What are you doing here?

Catching you two red-handed.

-What now?
-A woman's here to see you.

I-I patted her down, checked
her bag, made sure she's clean.

Did she give a name?

Howdy, partner.

Oh.

This day's just getting
better and better.

What kind of case
involving my hospital?

Let's just say
I'm connecting some dots.

Have you noticed
any one of your workers

willing to pick up
some new shifts

or volunteering for some hours
they would normally turn down?

Other than practically everyone?

We're short-staffed.

Forced overtime is
the new normal.

If you're looking for someone
overworked and underpaid,

pick a name out of a hat.

What about broke?

Gambling debts?

Foreclosures?

Something someone needs
some fast cash for?

And I'm supposed
to know that how?

I run a hospital, not a bank.

Sometimes, people need advances.

You'd have to talk to Tammy
in accounting about that.

But tell me, what exactly
are you sniffing around for?

Well, I can't get
into detail, but

if you notice any staff is
willing to do something strange

for a piece of change,
or something doesn't add up...

I'd appreciate a call.

Malone, wait.

You think of something?

I did.

I'm all ears.

Something odd did happen
at the hospital today.

One of our doctors reported
that her computer

had been accessed
without her permission.

Hmm. That is odd for a hospital.

Y'all's security
is usually pretty tight.

Which is why I found it odd.

Hmm. You think
this doctor's crying wolf?

Jury's still out,

but this isn't her first time

at the receiving end
of this type of shenanigans.

Hmm. Go on.

Well, I didn't think
much of it earlier.

Security breach?
Someone snooping?

Doesn't happen often,

but with your new girlfriend
around, pays to worry.

Oh. Never mind her.

What made you bring this up?

You're asking
all these questions

about strange behavior
for money.

I just thought maybe
this ties in somehow.

But...

No.

Forget I said anything.

She would never
do something untoward.

Why don't you let me
be the judge of that?

Who's the doctor in question?

Oh, Detective Malone. Hi, again.

Working hard or hardly working?

Working hard, always.
Why? Did someone say something?

Relax. It's just
a figure of speech.

-Oh.
-Excuse me.

Ah, Chief. There you are.

What's happened now?

Nothing's happened.

Well, not that
I know of, anyway.

No, uh, uh, sorry. Just wanted
to say that Dr. Dupree

was looking for you earlier.

It seemed like she was concerned
about something.

-I'll stop by her office.
-Great.

How are things with you?

-Me?
-Mm-hmm.

Great.

Yeah, today, I, uh,
reviewed and approved

the shift schedules
for the entire nursing staff.

I conducted rounds
on every floor.

I double-checked
the supply logs,

and I even mediated a dispute
between two nurses over--

-Okay.
-It was a simple question,
Nurse Morgan.

Save the daily recap
for your TikTok.

Right.

Sorry, Chief.

-Mm.
-You know, look,
I-I actually just

wanted to express my gratitude
to you and Shanice

for giving me
this supervisor role.

Uh, it's been challenging,
but it's made me up my game

in ways I never expected.

Like ass-kissing.

Uh... Uh... I...

I'm just giving you a hard time.

You know, actually,

you remind me a little of myself
when I was starting out.

I do?

Yep.

Without all the nervous energy,
of course.

Right.

Don't lose that fire, Morgan.

That willingness to do whatever
it takes to prove yourself.

I see a great future for you
here at Garland Memorial.

Thanks, Chief.

That is, if you play
your cards right.

What do you want, Leslie?

Is that how you talk
to your business associates?

With the charm
of a disgruntled bouncer?

Only the ones
who don't understand

the concept of "silent" partner.

Oh, you can be quiet all
you like. I'm not built for it.

Shocking.

Now, I know you don't want
to be bothered

with the day-to-day aspects
of running the clinic.

I mean, you are a very busy man,

counting money,
making deals, and...

drinking yourself into a stupor.

Out with it, Leslie.

-Why are you here?
-Okay.

What would you think
about adding

a holistic/integrative
health aspect

to the clinic?

Not interested.

Ah-ah-ah.

Studies have shown
that clinics are offering

more functional medicine,
acupuncture, naturopathy,

also state-of-the-art devices
like cryotherapy

and IV vitamin drips

are much better
for patient outcomes.

Well, your
good intentions aside,

if that's what they are...

...it sounds pricey.

Good thing
I have a silent partner

with deeper pockets
than the Potomac.

What are you babbling
about now, Mom?

I'm getting real tired of you
speaking to me like that.

I don't care how grown
you think you are,

I am still your mother.

-No, she doesn't mean...
-And that goes for you, too.

You think I can't see through

that little Wonder Twin stunt
you just pulled?

Uh, Wonder Twins?

Got me.

You used to do this
all the time when you were kids.

One of you would distract me,

while the other
worked your father

until you both got
what you wanted.

Doug was the one
who used to call it that.

He'd laugh and say,
"They Wonder-Twinned us again."

It was some old cartoon
he watched when he was little.

You two sure had him
wrapped around your fingers.

So you do remember
being married to Dad?

Nice selective memory,
since it never kicked in

while you were in Joey's bed.

Your insinuations are
simply not true.

-Lies.
-Yo, that's uncalled for, sis.

As if she's not out of line.

You and Joey were going at it
like rabbits on Red Bull

behind Dad's back.

Why won't you just admit it?

Come in.

Detective Malone.

Is there something
I can do for you?

There sure is.

You can tell me everything
you know about

the security breach
that happened on your watch.

How did you hear
about the security breach?

I'm the one
asking the questions.

Not if you want me to talk.

Goody Two-shoes Dr. Dupree

would really not cooperate
with the cops?

Try me.

Found out about it
from your boss, Dr. Whitmore.

Lia?

She told me that she wasn't
calling the authorities.

That she wanted to handle this
in-house and keep it contained.

That's why she called me.

Dr. Whitmore and I go way back.

Doing this as a favor
and off book.

Well, I feel
absolutely terrible.

Everyone in the hospital
is so concerned lately.

Up in arms about cyber
criminals, ransomware attacks,

hackers trying to access
patient information.

And then, they get in
the old-fashioned way,

using my password.

Well, the problem isn't
that you slipped.

It's what someone did
with the slip.

Can you think of anyone
who might do this?

No, no one comes to mind.

If that's all you got for me...

It is. Sorry I couldn't
have been more help.

In that case,
thanks for your time, Doc.

I'll be in touch.

[door opens, closes]

What do you mean
by "play my cards right"?

I shouldn't have said anything.

No, please, I-I want to hear
what's on your mind.

I really want to do a good job,

and look, I could take
all the career advice I can get.

It's not exactly career advice,
it's more personal.

What do you mean?

I hesitate to overstep, but...

Ashley, you're young,
bright, ambitious.

I would caution you
to prioritize yourself

and your career goals
at this time in your life

above all else,

especially men.

Just something to keep in mind.

You are nuttier than I thought

if you think I'm gonna pony up
any more cash for that clinic.

Oh, come on, Joey, I thought
that you wanted this to succeed.

No. What I wanted
was a legitimate business

that looks good
to the IRS and the feds,

and for those she-dragons
at that overpriced country club

to stop giving Vanessa
grief about me.

I belong to that club, too.

And every time
you walk through the door,

you prove that money
can buy anything.

You know, I didn't come here
to be insulted.

I came here
because I actually believed

that we were building something.

No, you came here
because you believed I'd keep

bankrolling your vanity project.

Two things can be true at once.

You know, for a man
who loves to be in control,

you sure don't handle
gratitude very well.

-Gratitude?
-Mm.

Gratitude? For what?

The privilege of watching you
spend my money?

Oh, Joey, please.

Do you know
that I brought you that deal,

and I could've
taken it anywhere?

Hell, maybe I should have.

But see,
I figured this wonderful,

dangerous man
with all this swagger

would actually have a vision,
but clearly,

I was wrong.

So, I guess I'll just
mosey on over

to that overpriced country club

and find myself a new investor.

Good luck with that.

I make my own luck, Joe.

You know...

...you are a very hard nut
to crack.

Hmm.

It's a good thing
I got me a nutcracker

in my ChelseaKat bag.

Why don't you just say it?

Say you've been sleeping
with Joey Armstrong

long before Dad died.

Say it louder, why don't you?

In fact, say it a million times
if you want.

It won't make it any more true.

God, I'm so sick of this.

Sick of the lying.
Sick of the secrecy.

-Sick of you.
-Deanna, just-just breathe,
okay?

You're making yet another scene.

Oh, you're worried of what
people might think of me?

Not the fact that
you were cheating on Dad

with Joey Armstrong?

-Sweetheart, please, you...
-Don't touch me.

I know you're upset with me, but
we cannot continue like this.

Why don't you just crawl back
to your sleazy boyfriend?

He's all you care about anyway.

Deanna. Deanna, wait.

-I have to go after her.
-DONNELL: No.

No, let me.

I know how to talk her down
when she gets like this.

Wonder Twin sense and all.

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