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So you haven't heard
about Tokyo?

Chelsea and Kat backed out.

Apparently, the designer
they were partnering with

is implicated
in a sweatshop scandal.

I was with Sammy yesterday when
I told you I was at the dentist.

As long as that was
the last lie you ever tell me.

My heart is full of guilt.

I will never really know
what happened that night.

You offed Doug
so that you could have his wife.

Bill, I-I thought you were...

Thought I was what?

Thought you might've
drifted off to sleep.

I ran into Miss Leslie.

She's holding the rights
to Barbara's voice hostage.

"Two-thirds of the Articulettes
were back in the spotlight

"over the weekend
to close out a packed night

at D.C. JazzFest."

-Packed, huh?
-Now, that's my favorite part.

"Sharon Winger and Tracy Tyler

"performed sultry R&B ballads

"and the fan-favorite classics
that first put them on the map.

"Their set proved
why the Articulettes

"have maintained
their enduring popularity

while reaching
a whole new generation of fans."

All right, now.

Get to the "however."

"The only thing missing
from the unforgettable evening

"was Anita Williams

and her timeless voice."

I am so proud of the two of you.
I mean, y'all did that.

Thanks to you.

We're glad you and Vernon
were able to come out

and see the show.

Just hope you're gonna
be back on stage with us soon.

Uh, when you're better,
of course.

Well, my darling husband
is gonna make sure of that.

He has appointed himself
my own personal vocal coach.

-Oh, Lord.
-He has gone down a whole

Internet rabbit hole on healing
the voice after chemo.

Sixty-four ounces of water
a day, humidifiers.

He's even got me humming scales.

But know this.

As much as I love
my husband and our family,

singing with
the two of you has always

brought me the greatest joy.

[phone chimes]

I know that look.

Vernon struck out
with Barbara's daughter already?

No, no, that's not it.
It's the...

hospital board group chat.

We've been in crisis ever since

Garland's chief of staff
died by suicide.

Just like Barbara.

Well, if it isn't
Detective "No Days Off."

Is that a yawn I see
or a cry for help?

Someone didn't get
much sleep last night, huh?

You know, you'd think
I'd be used to it by now,

but this whole
Lia Whitmore situation

keeps running laps in my head.

-You too?
-Yeah.

You know, I thought
the hospital had finally

crawled its way out from under
this whole Red Market scandal,

and then the former
chief of staff dies in prison?

But her death
was ruled a suicide, right?

So technically,
your job is done.

Yeah, but something
just doesn't sit right with me.

You think there's more to it?

I don't know.

But I keep coming back
to the same questions.

Why her and why now?

♪ ♪

Hey there.

-Oh.
-This is hospital property.

I am so sorry, Auntie.

I do not know where
my head is at this morning.

I'm guessing somewhere
between the country club

and your brothers
getting ready to put Ted

through the Spanish Inquisition.

Oh, well,
if I know Cedric and Lamont,

that inquisition would
feel like a family cookout

with the Electric Slide compared
to what they have planned.

Yeah.

Welcome in, gentlemen.
Welcome to Fairmont Crest.

Well, damn. Look at this joint.

Swanky.

Yeah. Well, it-it better be.

I didn't drive 90 minutes
in morning traffic

to be standing around
some damn watering hole.

Hell, I still don't get
why he couldn't come to us.

-He offered.
-He fronting.

You really think he'd miss a
chance to flex on us like this?

-Shanice said the man had taste.
-Oh, please.

I tell you one thing,

if Doc Richardson thinks that
we gonna take it easy on him

just because he can afford
some fancy-ass country club,

he better think again.

-WAITER: Here you go.
-LESLIE: Thank you.

-WAITER: Enjoy.
-What's this?

I took the liberty of ordering
before you arrived.

Rather presumptuous,
don't you think?

Oh, don't be like that, Vern.

I know that Anita
and the Articulettes

sent you over here
to twist my arm,

but I figured that,

hey, let's start
the morning off right.

Mmm.

Hats off to whoever created
this cute concoction.

I believe that would be
a French bartender named

Fernand Petiot.

Ooh. Monsieur Senator.

I love the accent,

and I see why they call it
the language of love.

-Let's get down
to business, Leslie.
-Mm-hmm.

You and I need to come to terms

on the rights
to Barbara's vocals.

Babe, the club is perfect.
It's familiar territory,

and I'll be in my element.

And plus, after our meal
with your brothers,

I can impress them
with my basketball skills. Huh?

-VERNON: Leslie?
-Hm?

Are you expecting someone?

Oh, don't be ridiculous,
Senator.

You have my undivided attention.

Maybe it's not that complicated.
I mean, maybe life in prison

just finally broke Lia.

She helped run a Red Market
plasma ring without blinking.

That doesn't sound like
someone who suddenly

loses the will to live.

Unless something scared her.

I mean, maybe she was
so terrified

by the Impaler
she just gave up hope.

Or what if Dr. Whitmore
knew something

and she didn't think that she'd
live long enough to tell anyone?

Do you think
Grayson's in trouble?

-Ashley...
-Because if she did,
if she thought that

somebody could get to her
inside a jail cell,

-I mean, nobody's safe.
-Hey, don't go there.

I didn't mean to spook you.

I love him, Jacob.

I didn't realize
things had gotten

that serious between you two.

Yeah, it kind of
snuck up on me, too.

Not that I forgot about Derek.

You don't have to explain to me.

Derek would want you
to be happy.

Yeah, I think he would, too.

Look.

What the Impaler did to Derek,
I haven't forgotten about.

And I won't stop
until he pays for what he did.

And then everybody else we
care about, including Grayson,

will be able to breathe easier.
You have my word.

Thanks, Jacob.

Ooh, I got to go before Shanice
sends out a search party for me.

Well, good thing
a cop is already here.

-Hi.
-Hi, bestie.

Are you leaving?

Jacob already tried to get me
to stay, but I can't.

-I'll call you tonight.
-You better.

Sorry I'm late.

I had a phone call
with June's friend

about the, uh, rent-stabilized
building lawsuit.

It's fine. It gave me time
to talk Ashley down.

Oh, yeah.

Lia's death reopening
a lot of wounds.

For all of us.

You know,
I'm glad we talked last night.

Me too.
And I know I should've

come to you first
instead of your dad.

It's cool. You were worried.
I get it.

You sure?

'Cause it doesn't look like
you've gotten much sleep.

That was, uh, that was
about something else.

Is something important
happening today?

After I check in with Pops
at the station,

I'm heading to the brownstone.

Martin's? What are you
doing over there?

I have to question Smitty.

For the last time, Mom, you
don't have to bring anything.

It's just pizza and sodas.

Tyrell didn't want
a big production.

Not true. Not all grandmas
spoil their grandchildren.

I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear that.

Okay. See you soon.
Love you.

Aw, the family photo album.
Someone's feeling nostalgic.

Can you blame me? Our little boy
leaves for college tomorrow.

Our boy has not been little
in a long time.

He's... had sex,

had his heart broken,
and somehow managed to survive

living under the same roof
as a congressman.

-Thank you for that.
-I'm kidding, sort of.

My point is,
Tyrell is more ready

than we give him credit for.

And just to be on the safe side,

I spoke to his dorm mate's
parents early this morning.

I'm surprised you haven't done
the background check already.

-That, too.
-And the verdict?

Nothing to be alarmed at yet.

Tyrell spoke to them, too.

I'll let him bring everyone
up to speed at dinner.

Everyone as in?

Small and simple,
the way Tyrell wants it.

That way everyone
can say their goodbyes

without him feeling overwhelmed.

Did I say something wrong?

I'm just thinking
about someone who's gone.

Someone who didn't have a chance
to say her goodbyes.

Lia Whitmore?
The doctor that died in jail?

They're saying it was a suicide.

I heard somebody
chatting about it yesterday.

Unbeknownst to us, the board,
and everyone who worked

right beside her, Dr. Whitmore
was leading a double life.

Chief of staff by day,

feeding an illicit
blood plasma ring by night.

Now, we-we knew
she had to answer for that,

-but not like this.
-How awful.

Well, this doctor made
some unfortunate choices.

Barbara didn't have
the same luxuries, though.

Well, you know that.

Of course I do.

Barbara was an innocent.

Railroaded by a powerful man
with no conscience.

The two stories are different,
but they both met the same end.

I think about Barbara
all the time.

Same.

Some old Motown song
will come on the radio and

something we used to love,
and I could picture her

sitting right next to me,

like not one day had passed.

She had the most
ridiculous laugh.

Like nobody else.

That cackle.

You could hear it
in another room.

Another floor.

I used to tell her she sounded
like she was auditioning

-for a sitcom.
-And she would say,

"I will not apologize
for having a good time."

But she was right.

Barbara knew
how to enjoy herself.

From the second
she stepped into any room.

She deserved much more than
what she got from life. From us.

We were young, Anita.

Still old enough to know better.

Which is exactly why
this project matters.

Dante Green stripped Barbara

from every track
we recorded together.

Erased her
like she was a footnote.

TRACY:
Now, we may not be able
to bring her back,

but we can at least restore

-what was taken from her.
-Yeah.

-Her voice.
-Her legacy.

Her rightful place
as an Articulette.

And we can see to it
that the world

finally falls in love
and hears Barbara Mitchell.

Have her be remembered
for the joy she brought,

instead of just how she left.

Yeah.

Listen, I want this
as much as the two of you.

Trust me.

But giving Leslie Thomas
a producer credit

on an Articulette album? Uh-uh.
That's a nonstarter.

Well, let's hope Vernon
can work his magic.

If Vernon could wrangle Congress
like he did back in the day,

then this Leslie,
as unhinged as she sounds,

should be a piece of cake.

I know why Anita
was so smitten with you.

That civil rights march.

The two of you locking eyes
across a crowd of thousands.

Oh, yeah, I read about it

in that Right On!
magazine retrospective.

"The Senator and the Superstar."

Right On!
Now, that takes me back.

You were and are
the whole package.

Rich, handsome, multilingual.

If my memory serves, you do
speak two languages, right?

-Six, actually.
-Oh, six.

[speaks Brazilian Portuguese]

Oh. Okay.

And what does that mean?

That's Brazilian Portuguese for,
"I don't have all day."

Now, Anita
and her fellow Articulettes

are trying to do
something meaningful

for your mother to honor her.

Oh, is, uh, that what
they're calling it now?

Uh, what would you call it?

Try "absolving their sins."

-Now, Leslie.
-No, no. Mm-mmm, Senator.

You look, all right?

There ain't enough remixes
on the Billboard charts to undo

what your wife and her
soul sisters did to my mother.

Question Smitty?
About what?

Dr. Lia Whitmore's death.

A purported suicide
in a jail cell?

What would Smitty
know about that?

I just found out he went to Lia
a second time

without saying a word to me.

Naomi, he was her last visitor.

-You're not suggesting...
-Of course not.

But I can't just skip steps
because he's family.

If he's got nothing to hide,
he'll be fine.

You know, that's what
they said to my client,

Montell Henshaw.

Ten hours later, his face was
everywhere on the evening news.

You're assuming the worst.

-I'm thinking like an attorney.
-And I'm a cop.

I can't just show favoritism,
even to those I care about.

I've got to go.

Look, everything will be
all right, okay? Don't worry.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Damn.

Hey.

I am so sorry that took so long.
I ran into Jacob.

Oh, doesn't matter.
I'm too nervous to eat anyway.

Shanice, I am sure
that Ted and your brothers

are gonna get along just fine.

Oh, you don't know
Cedric and Lamont like I do.

Okay, but I know you.

And if those two men had
anything resembling good sense

growing up, they learned it
from the same place you did.

Which means, somewhere beneath

all of that overprotective
big brother energy,

are reasonable human beings.

-They are going to love...
-Ted.

What are you still doing here?
Why haven't you left yet?

Uh...

May I refresh your glass?

I mean, at this rate, he might
as well leave the whole bottle.

Very well.

I was just joking.

Don't block your blessing.
Take the win.

You know, this dude really knows

how to make
a bad first impression.

Maybe a medical emergency
came up.

He's a plastic surgeon.
What kind of emergency?

Someone's exploding BBL?

You believe you have a right to
your grievance against my wife?

Anita and those women

are the reason why
I don't even know my own mother.

They all feel terrible
about what happened,

-but they didn't cause...
-Tread lightly, Vernon.

I'm not being dismissive,

but your mother
was clearly fighting battles

that went far deeper
than just being

pushed out of a musical group.

I thought your daughter
was the shrink in the family.

And are you actually blaming my
mother for how her life ended?

Again, I am not. No one
deserves that kind of pain.

Including me.

I don't deserve
to be exposed to more pain.

By re-recording those songs?

Restoring Barbara's vocals?

You don't understand.

I don't.

Anita and her groupmates

want to get your mother's voice

back out there in the world,
where it belongs.

Why would you stand
in the way of that?

I am not standing in the way,
Vernon. I gave my terms.

Terms that you know
Anita would never agree to.

That's because your wife
is an uptight control freak.

I'd be very careful about what
comes out of your mouth next.

Well, you know, Vern,
I've actually

enjoyed this little chat.

Okay?
But those are my terms.

And if they want
to use Barbara's vocals,

then they will make me producer,

point blank, period.

Unbelievable.

Gentlemen. Dr. Ted Richardson
sends his deepest,

sincerest regrets
about the delay,

but he should be here
shortly, okay?

Wow.
Can you believe this guy?

At least he called.

I couldn't help but overhear
that you're meeting

with Ted Richardson.

You know him?

Better than most.

What's all this?

Chamomile tea?

Gran swears by it.

Says when your mind
won't slow down,

it helps your body
to remember to breathe.

And you've been
holding your breath

ever since Lia Whitmore's death.

I am fine, Martin.

-Seriously.
-Good.

This'll make it even better.
Drink.

Look, you have to stop
blaming yourself.

There's nothing you could've
possibly have done

to cause that woman's death.

I... should've been
paying more attention

to the warning signs, Martin.

I'm supposed to be good
at reading people, and

she was drowning
right in front of me.

-What does that say about me?
-[knock on door]

-I'll get it.
-Uh, no, you sit and drink up.

And while you do,
just promise me

you'll take some time
for yourself.

-Hey.
-Is Smitty home?

Naomi.
This is a nice surprise.

You might take that back
once you realize why I'm here.

A patient took a right
while we were closing,

so I got held up in surgery.

Thankfully
we got him stabilized.

Oh, at least
that's some good news.

Look, I had an intern call
the club and give your brothers

a heads-up that
I'm gonna be running late.

Trust me, I got this.

Was that Ted leaving just now?

-Unfortunately.
-Oh...

that is not going to
go over well.

Uh, what's the big crisis?
So, Ted's a little late.

I'm sure he had
a legitimate reason.

No, you don't understand.

My brothers are sticklers
for being on time.

Their dad preached that
the measure of a man

is how you treat other people.

And that includes
not making them wait.

If Ted's tardiness makes
my nephews feel disrespected,

he'll never stand a chance.

How exactly do you know
our sister's boyfriend?

Ted and I share a child.

So you're the ex-wife?

Nicole?
Ugh. God, no.

Do I really look like
a frigid zombie to you?

Ted and I had an affair.

Is that so?

LESLIE:
Yeah. Oh, don't judge him
too harshly.

He and his wife were
going through a rough patch.

All those miscarriages.

Sometimes pressure makes people
look for comfort in...

other ways.

So, his wife was losing babies

and he was building
a new family with you?

Scandalous, right?

So that's the story
you're selling?

Oh, honey, it's not a story.

CEDRIC:
Me and my brother
have been around the block,

so we're familiar with jealous
women with an axe to grind.

And the lies they would tell
just to sabotage

someone else's relationship.

Well, that is not this.

Okay?
I'm not doing that.

LAMONT:
Listen, our sister--

she's a real one.

Which means if Ted Richardson

is the kind of guy
that you're describing,

she would've never gave him
the time of day.

You had anything else to say?

Well, we get the green light?

Still stuck on red, I'm afraid.

I swear, that woman wakes up
every morning looking for ways

to hold something
over our family's head.

Well, it's not just
about your family, Anita.

-This hurts all of us.
-You don't think I know that?

You think I enjoy
having to get down in the muck

and the mire
and spar with that woman?

-Nobody's saying that.
-Well, I'll tell you
what I'm saying.

Swallow your pride, Anita,
and give Leslie

the damn producer credit.

After everything she's done?

Enough is enough, Anita.

Sharon, you must've
lost your mind, too,

just like Leslie Thomas.

So, Jacob's coming over
to get a statement. So what?

I thought you already
told him everything.

I did, which wasn't much.

-He says it's just a formality.
-That's what it sounds like.

But, Smitty,
you were the last visitor

Lia had before
she took her own life.

Right.
So, better safe than sorry.

[knock on door]

That's probably him.
I got it.

Be Smitty's advocate.

I'm sorry, but did your
law degree go missing?

It's more like
it's collecting dust.

-I'm out of practice.
-No time like the present.

Naomi?
What are you doing here?

Mr. Smith has the right
to have his attorney present

during questioning.

My attorney?

-Martin?
-Just go with it.

Mr. Smith?

Babe, what's going on?

There's no babe here, Detective.

Just Miss Hamilton Hawthorne,
attorney-at-law.

Now, what would you like
to ask my client?

Anita, we realize Leslie
has done some bad things.

Some?

All right, a lot of bad things.

You don't know the half.

We had a moment at the hospital,
when Eva and Kat--

when their lives
were hanging in the balance,

but I haven't forgotten.

That woman ran Nicole's
assistant off the road

with her motorcycle.

She tried to kill Laura
not once, but twice.

VERNON:
And that's just the appetizer.

She spent months
orchestrating a scheme to

blow up Nicole's marriage
and humiliate us.

ANITA:
And we're still dealing
with the aftermath to this day.

So, before anybody
gets on their high horse

and starts preaching
about forgiveness,

let's not forget
who we're dealing with.

Well-well, I know who
I'm dealing with right now,

and that's you, Anita.

And I'll tell you
what I remember.

The hurt that followed Barbara
every single day,

all the way to her grave.

TRACY:
Leslie might be a nightmare,

but we helped make her that way.

So, before you say one more word
about what Leslie Thomas

doesn't deserve,

ask yourself what Barbara,
our sister, does.

Sweetheart, where are you going?

I'm going to put an end
to this. My way.

-Hey, are my guests here?
-Yes, Dr. Richardson.

-Right this way.
-Ted, there you are.
Perfect timing.

Uh, not for me.
Sorry, Dana,

but I'm late
for something important.

Not more important
than your daughter, I hope?

Our grown daughter?

Thanks to me.

All those decades,
all those years

of sweat equity that I put
into raising your seed,

and you can't even find
a minute.

Okay, f-fine, Dana.
What is it?

LESLIE:
Oh, that's my Teddy Bear.

Yes, I will keep an eye on Eva,
as I have been doing.

You didn't have to stop me
for this. I know already.

Well, you know me. I always go
the extra mile to make sure

that things are handled
properly. Have fun.

Fellas. Sorry I'm late.
Surgery ran way over.

Oh, I'm glad to see you guys
got started without me.

How about
I get us another round?

Anybody tell your ass
to sit down?

I'm sorry.
What now?

You heard what my brother said.

You're not welcome here.

Now what you got
to say about that?

Is this really necessary?

I'm just documenting
the interview.

I'll give you a copy
of the recording afterwards

if it'll make you feel better.

The whole thing is ridiculous.
Smitty already told you

about his last visit
with Lia Whitmore.

-What more do you want?
-It's okay.

I'm an open book.
Let's do this.

Okay.

For the record, this is
Detective Jacob Hawthorne

conducting an interview
with Bradley "Smitty" Smith.

Also, let the record reflect,

my client is appearing
voluntarily

and fully cooperating.

Noted.

Mr. Smith, When I asked you
to come down to the station

last week to notify you
of Dr. Lia Whitmore's death,

you told me that you visited her
the day before.

Correct.

And this is your second
jail visit with the decedent?

Yes.

Can you state why you went
to visit her on both occasions?

I'm a reporter.
I'm an investigative journalist,

and I was doing a series
on the Red Market plasma ring

with which the doctor
was involved.

Hmm.

And you asked me to assist you
with arranging the first visit.

I did.

But you failed to notify me
of the second visit

until after I told you
of Whitmore's death. Why?

-You don't have to answer that.
-Naomi.

Miss Hamilton-Hawthorne.

Right, Because suddenly
we're no longer married.

Your name's still in there,
but I'd really appreciate

keeping our personal
relationship out of this.

Yeah, well,
it's too late for that.

Guys, it's fine.

I don't mind
answering the question.

Like I said at the station,

I didn't tell you
because nothing came of it.

Meaning the decedent
failed to give you

any useful information
for your reporting.

Oh, seriously?

I don't care
for your tone, Detective.

And I'm not too crazy
about yours either, Counselor.

During our conversation
at the station,

you mentioned that Lia
felt agitated or, uh,

desperate.
How so?

My client is a journalist,
not a behavioral expert.

-Moving on.
-Thank you.

JACOB:
You also mentioned that Lia
tried to extract info from you,

something that she could use
to cut a deal for herself.

NAOMI:
Again, my client
was speculating.

Not then, now, or ever

has Mr. Smith had
any personal knowledge

of Lia Whitmore's
very troubled state of mind.

Jacob, I'm confused.

Earlier, you said that
my article helped

bring down that operation in
San Francisco. You thanked me.

It did, and we appreciate that.

You told me to trust
my instincts, to keep digging,

so that's what I did.
Did something change?

I'm the one asking
the questions here.

Uh, Jacob,
just answer me this, then.

The questions you're asking me--

those are the questions
you ask a suspect.

Is Lia's death
now a murder investigation?

Okay, I think that's enough
for one day.

For the first time
since I got here, we agree.

Look, Smitty,
I know that wasn't easy.

You think?
You came into our house

and treated my husband
like he was already guilty.

When someone dies in custody,
no stone gets left unturned.

I get that.
But be straight with me, Jacob.

Do you really think
the Impaler killed Lia

and made it look like a suicide?

All I can say is this
investigation is still ongoing.

See you at home, Counselor?

-I'll see you at home.
-Yeah.

-Still nothing?
-Nope.

Hey, maybe that's a good sign.

You know, maybe they could be
enjoying themselves.

Or maybe not.

Look, fellas, uh, I know I'm
late, and I apologize for that,

but there's no reason for us
to get off on the wrong foot.

Oh, Doc, we're well past that.

You know that woman over there?

I do.

And whatever story
you're gonna repeat

that she fed you,
please understand that

that woman is obsessed with me.

She's a pathological liar
and quite possibly a sociopath.

So when she said you got her
pregnant, that was a lie?

-No, but there's more to it...
-And when she said that

you gave her money
to make it all go away--

let me guess,
that was the obsession talking?

It's more complicated than that.

It always is.

Look, I understand why you're
protective of your sister,

and you should be,
but Shanice knows my past.

-All of it?
-Yes.

And even after all that,
she still chose me.

So, whether you like it or not,

the three of us are gonna
have to find a way to coexist.

You hear that, Cedric?

Now the deadbeat doctor
is giving us instructions.

-Deadbeat?
-I've seen enough of this clown.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

Well, seems like
my work here is done.

-Anita.
-You seriously don't know
when to stop, do you?

-Ted, is everything okay?
-Ask her.

-I can explain.
-Ah, ah, ah.

I don't want to know.

Besides, we have
other matters to discuss.

If this is another attempt
for you to guilt me

into letting you use my mother's
vocals, then save your breath.

-Because that husband
of yours, already...
-I agree to your terms, Leslie.

Y-You do?

Yes.
But now

you have to agree to mine.

Okay.

Your brothers
have major beef with me.

Oh, I know. Lamont already
texted me a whole dissertation,

followed by a slew
of angry emojis.

Mm. Dana sabotaged the meeting
before I even got there.

And remind me again
of what I said was gonna happen.

You said it might
get a little awkward.

No, I said my brothers
were going to

drag you through the dirt.

But no, you had to be cocky.

I prefer optimistic.
Doesn't matter.

I'm still gonna win them over.
Just might take a little time.

All right.
I'll be praying for you.

Mm.
You can joke all you want.

I won't back down.

Good. I wouldn't expect
anything less.

Mm.

How do you think
it's going over there?

With Anita and Leslie?

Honestly can't say.

I suspect that if the refined,

elegant Anita Dupree shows up
to talk some sense

into Barbara's daughter,
it's going very well.

And if Anita Williams
from Cabrini-Green shows up?

Then heaven help us all.

TRACY:
Right.

What exactly are these terms?

During the recording session,
you will keep your mouth shut.

You will not speak unless
someone asks your opinion,

which they won't.

-They might.
-They won't.

Do not mistake a producer credit
for leverage or power.

You are entitled
to exactly one thing

and one thing only:
to sit in a chair and be quiet.

Well, when you put it
that way...

-I guess we have a deal.
-Do not...

-Is there something else?
-Yes, actually, there is.

You have led quite
the charmed life

since you showed up here
in Fairmont Crest.

You succeeded in destroying
my daughter's marriage,

got Ted to claim Eva,
inherited the trust

I set up for Barbara's heirs.

-Okay, we don't
have to rehash...
-I'm speaking.

From the outside looking in,
someone might think,

"Wow, that Leslie Thomas
stays winning."

I am simply making the best
of the opportunities

that life puts in front of me.

Well, allow me to offer
one more piece of life guidance.

It's from one of my
favorite scriptures.

"What you sow,
that shall you also reap."

Thank you for doing that.

I know first-hand how
going up against your husband

can make things...
well, complicated.

Yeah.
Well, you're family.

And you practically begged me.

Martin, you should call Shonda.

If your opponent finds out that
I was grilled by the police...

Politics can wait.

You're my only concern
right now.

I'm just trying to understand
what Jacob thinks he's doing,

turning this tragedy
of this woman's death

into a conspiracy,

and putting you, of all people,
through the ringer.

Okay, he was just doing his job.

Like when he arrested Aunt Dani?

It seems someone's forgotten
where their loyalties lie.

If Jacob hadn't
interviewed Smitty,

it could look like the police
were giving special treatment

to the spouse
of a sitting congressman.

A congressman who belongs to one
of the most powerful families

in the country.

Naomi's right.
Whether we like it or not,

apparently, I was the last
person from the outside world

to see Lia
while she was still alive.

So whatever happens now,
I am part of this investigation.

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