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-[ Breathing heavily ] -[ Line rings ]

OPERATOR: 911. What's the address of the emergency?

17304 M Street Northwest, Penthouse 3.

Hello?

OPERATOR: Ma'am, can you say your name?

Um, Dray--

[ Gun cocks ]

Please. Please. You don't have to do this.

-[ Dial tone ] -OPERATOR: Ma'am?

♪ You think you're ready, but how do you know? ♪

♪ She holds the secret, so she runs the show ♪

♪ One false move and you're out ♪

♪ 'Cause you got the right woman wrong ♪

♪ You try to stop us, but it can't be done ♪

♪ Refine and block us, but we're not the ones ♪

♪ We're the queens of the game, and believe me ♪

♪ Hell ain't no fun

♪ No fun

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ It's in the way she moves

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ You wonder how they do it

♪ But can you keep her secret?

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up ♪

♪ Hush

CHRIS: Today's guest needs no introduction.

We have marriage and sex therapist,

best-selling author Dr. Draya Logan,

who counsels to the personal entanglements and affairs

of some of the country's most infamous political

and Hollywood clients.

Thank you so much, Chris.

So, Dr. Logan, what's your hot take

on Hollywood couple Mike and Rachel Russell?

Well, infidelity is one of the hardest things

any couple can face in a relationship.

Just because you're of celebrity status,

it does not shield you from heartbreak

or, in Mike's case, getting caught.

Your former client Marissa Baxter

also experienced infidelity

in her relationship with her husband.

Did you encourage her to stay and work it out?

[ Chuckles ]

Chris, I am so sorry,

but I am not able to discuss the specifics of that

due to legal reasons.

For those of you just tuning in,

we are discussing the tragic death of Marissa Baxter,

client of Dr. Draya Logan.

Marissa was stabbed to death by her husband in your offices

during one of your counseling sessions.

The autopsy report stated that Maxwell

stabbed his wife, Marissa, 20 times.

Dr. Logan, was Marissa one of the clients

that you counseled to work through her marriage,

even though her husband was a known abuser?

[ Scoffs ] Wow.

I --

Chris, you know me, okay?

I-I would never counsel anyone

to stay in a relationship that was dangerous and --

Well, that's all the time we have for today.

Thanks so much for joining us, Dr. Logan.

You've been watching CNA Newshour with Chris Pearson.

WOMAN: Listen, and I told his ass it was over.

-I know that's right. -[ Elevator bell dings ]

Now here she come all in our business.

ADRIENNE: There she is.

How did it go with CNA?

-Mm. -What?

Well, Chris gave me a lovely introduction

before burying me right next to Marissa.

No, he didn't.

[ Sighs ] Now, listen, I just --

I need a fucking minute. So just hold my calls.

Oh, but you had the --

Please, Adrienne.

[ Door closes ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

ADRIENNE: Dr. Logan, the Jacksons are here

for a 2:00 session.

Thank you.

Um, can you please let them into the orchid room?

And I'll be right there.

[ Beep ]

Oh, great.

[ Messages whooshing ]

[ Distorted talking ]

-[ Cellphone ringing ] -[ Sighs ]

Oh, shit.

Great.

Um, Crystal. Hey, what's up?

Cherise Chan said you shit the bed.

Oh, really? Well, you know what?

Cherise Chan can go to hell,

because she knew Marissa was off limits.

The trial is over. Doesn't mean it's over for you.

You have a reputation to rebuild.

That was really fucking embarrassing, what happened.

Are you ready to face the long road ahead to fix this?

Of course. Yes, I am in.

CRYSTAL: Are you drinking?

Are you fucking drinking right now?

Oh, my God.

I know that Marissa's death was very difficult on you,

and I know you feel you somehow failed her.

But I am here to tell you -- not your fault.

I know, okay?

Anyway, look, the publisher called.

If you don't get the upcoming proposal in

by the end of the week, they're going to take back

their six-figure advance.

Oh, shit. Are you fucking serious?

Crystal, I've been working.

I've had a little writer's block, that's all.

More like wine block.

Put the freakin' bottle down.

Take a deep breath, refocus,

and get your career back on track,

or people will cancel you.

Trust me, you don't want to be canceled.

Just ask J.K. Rowling.

[ Knock on door ]

Let's talk tomorrow, alright? Thank you.

Later.

[ Sighs ]

And...one.

You okay?

Well, hey, you know me.

Q: I do.

That's why I know you're not okay.

I don't know, Q.

Q: Talk to me.

I just feel like, you know,

I was just starting to get my life back together,

and these motherfuckers just --

They just won't let me forget it.

Hm.

You know, I got you, right?

I got you, Dray.

Always have.

Always will.

Uhh.

Okay. [ Chuckles ]

It's -- Oh. Look, it's been a crazy day.

It's --

I have to work.

So...

You should go.

You sure?

No.

And yes. [ Chuckles ]

Your call.

Thanks, Q.

Okay.

Maybe later.

Fuck.

[ Sighs ]

Focus, Draya.

Okay.

[ Sighs ]

DRAYA: Looking to escape from your husband,

your career, and responsibilities?

L&A seeks three professional female partners

to share a luxury penthouse.

Enjoy rendezvous, escapes, or more

without the fear of getting caught.

Includes 24-hour concierge

and top-of-the-line heightened private security.

The only rule...

No husbands allowed.

[ Knock on door ]

Hey, Doc, the Dupris are in the orchid room.

Oh, um, great. Thanks.

Please let him know I'll be right in, okay?

Okay.

[ Flask thuds ]

[ Door closes ]

Well, hello.

Good to...see you both.

I think we can all feel the energy in the room.

Clair, would you like to start?

[ Scoffs ]

Okay, um, well...

where do I start?

Uh...

I can't get that image out of my head.

Exactly what image is that, Clair?

Oh, just the image of my husband servicing the landscaper

at our lake house.

I asked him, "Why?"

But I-I I think the real question I want to know

is, "How?

How in the absolute fuck

could you do that, Lloyd?"

-I said I was sorry. -Oh.

Oh, listen.

There she is.

-Shut up. -Come out and play, Clair.

This has to be a safe space, okay?

I understand he hurt you.

And you are hurting and in pain.

But I can't condone violence, not in my office.

Do we understand? Are we clear?

He expects me to believe deep-throating the help

was a one-time thing.

You know, funny thing.

He told me he had a one-time encounter in college.

That makes it twice.

You said you wouldn't do it again.

Clair, I love you.

Oh, I don't believe anything that comes out of your mouth

or what goes in your mouth.

DRAYA: Okay, okay, guys, if I may.

Please, can I interject here?

I mean, that's why you're paying me, right?

Clair, look at me.

I understand and feel your pain,

but we both know you're not going to divorce him.

-[ Exhales deeply ] -DRAYA: You're getting ready

to launch your mayoral campaign,

and a sordid sex scandal

is not really going to fare well with the family voters.

Now, is it?

My point exactly.

How do we know the landscaper won't speak,

won't talk, won't squeal?

Hmm?

You just let me handle that.

Nice doing business with you, hombre.

Trust I never see you again.

Not gonna see me again, bro.

-A'ight, just make sure. -I-I promise.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Oh. Crystal, hey.

I was just about to call you.

Well, I just got off the phone with Ray,

and he loves the proposal.

Good, good, good. Tell me. Okay.

What do you think about this title?

"Born to Cheat -- Why Men and Women Can't Be Monogamous,

but They Can Stay Married."

Provocative, sexy. I love it.

Well, I'm about to go into a meeting with my team,

and we're gonna run through the candidates

that we're gonna choose to live in the penthouse.

Now, this is going to be the cornerstone research

for my book.

Uh, that sounds risky.

Are you 100% sure you want to get involved with that?

-I mean, it could be dangerous. -I mean, it's either do this

or go hide under a fucking rock,

which isn't really an option, now, is it?

I like the fire. I do.

But I don't know. I-I worry about you.

We're going to do thorough background checks

and slap them with an ironclad NDA.

So we are running a tight ship over here.

Hmm. Okay, I hear you.

And you know what?

You can do one thing for me.

What's that?

Call Cherise Chan.

Tell her to get ready. I'm back, bitches.

-Love you. -[ Cellphone beeps ]

How long has the ad been live, Q?

-72 hours. -The response is wild.

Aside from the dick pics from the weirdos, all deleted,

there's been an outpour of submissions.

Q conducted a thorough background check,

and only a few made it through.

Syleena Gibson, 28, former boutique owner,

married to one of D.C.'s most eligible bachelors.

She's from the East Side of Baltimore.

Okay, East Side.

Q: I pulled this from a security camera.

Their system's pretty cheap and easy to hack.

This is their first encounter.

ADRIENNE: Oh, sis work hard for the commission

DRAYA: Are we sure she's not a prostitute?

My guys down at DCPD pulled her file.

She had a few things in her jacket,

few shoplifting charges

and a breaking and entering when she was a teen.

And the husband?

Q: Terrell Gibson, 45, criminal defense attorney.

Very clean, but a few skeptical people that he deals with.

[ Hip-hop music plays ]

Terrell, don't be taking up my good seats

if you not gonna be tipping my bitches, nigga.

Whoa, Mona Dee, can't a brother just have a nice lunch break

with a beautiful view?

Oh, come on, Dee. This is extortion.

Q: Makes his money off the corner boys and kingpins.

Now, boy.

Put his ass in the trash.

I got you, Auntie.

Q: Threesomes, foursomes...

nothing's off limits for these two.

Let's definitely keep Syleena in the mix.

And who's next?

Gina Rodriguez, 29-year-old reality star.

"Reality star."

Who's she married to?

Q: The $100 million man.

Julio Rodriguez, professional pitcher for the D.C. Tigers.

Julio's a little cutie.

Q: If you into that type.

She's a former Instagram model.

Her claim is that she had no idea

Julio was a budding baseball icon.

She brushed him off at his tequila launch.

He later slides in her DMs.

The rest is, well, wedding bliss.

This is Julio's half-brother,

Alejandro Rodriguez, same father.

Dad was deported to the D.R. after Alejandro's birth.

Mm.

And he went and he started another family.

Q: Exactly. He had a son

and raised him to be a future Hall of Famer.

Okay, well, what does the brother do?

Q: The question is, whodoes he do?

Oh shit.

Papi, he's home.

[ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Moans ]

[ Moans ]

[ Both laugh ]

Maybe another time, mi amor.

Let me finish you.

Oh, Gina, baby.

Oh, shit.

Mm.

Oh!

GINA: Mmm.

Hm.

Hurry up.

ALEJANDRO: This is getting dangerous.

I know. We seriously need to find a place

where we could fuck in peace and it's safe.

Mm-mm-mm. Hurry up.

Mm.

Mnh-mnh.

You're no good to me dead.

[ Door opens ]

Papi!

Baby!

You miss your $100 million man or what?

You know I did.

Mmm!

I love you.

Look at you. I see Alejandro drove you to your tennis lesson.

Mm-hmm.

They say good help is hard to find.

What up, buddy?

-My pleasure, baby boy. -Yes, sir.

[ Speaks Spanish ]

Go, go, go.

-[ Smack ] -[ Both laugh ]

I-I love her.

Pain in my fucking ass. I'm telling you.

-Hermano! -ALEJANDRO: Yep.

JULIO: Did you get my package?

Yep.

[ Pills rattling ]

Good looking.

I left the Ghost out front.

Bring around the Bentley for tonight.

I'm gonna run and see if I can catch Gina in the shower.

[ Sighs ]

Hey, bro. Thank you.

Hmm. Sounds like a juicy story line for her reality show.

Gina wants a place for her and Alejandro.

Somewhere she thinks it's not hot.

After all, she is a reality star

and the wife to a future Hall of Famer.

Well, I think she's a strong contender.

Alright. And who's left?

Adrienne.

DRAYA: Adrienne?

Isn't this your --

My sister, Jordan Vincent.

She and Keith have been married 10 years.

They have two daughters.

Okay, but they've always seemed

like they were such a little happy family.

ADRIENNE: It's not their marriage.

So, everybody, raise your glasses, please.

This is to Jordan, the woman who changed my life

and gave me dreams the moment she said "I do."

-Baby, I love you. -WOMAN: Oh, sweet.

KEITH: My heart, my love, my everything.

And...

Oh.

Little surprise for you, baby.

[ Gasps ] Oh, baby.

Wow. Is this --

You like it?

-I love it. I love it. -[ Pounding on door ]

I love you.

-AGENT: FBI! -What?

AGENT: Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Keith Vincent, we have a warrant for your arrest.

-Cuff him. -For what?

Warrant for my arrest? What do -- What do you mean?

Q: Keith Vincent, hedge fund titan, Granite Partners,

arrested on security fraud and money laundering charges.

-Did he do it? -Hell, no.

My sister said they set him up. And I believe her.

Okay, then I'm confused. I'm sorry.

If her husband is fighting for his freedom,

she can't possibly be thinking about sexual exploits.

Why on earth would she be a good prospect

for the Penthouse Project?

[ Sighs ]

Yeah. I'm sorry, Adrienne.

It just seems like your sister,

she has a little too much going on for me.

And isn't she super private?

I mean, no social media, no photos on the Internet.

She is, Draya. She's trying to save her family.

I still don't understand.

Jordan needs the penthouse so that she can earn money

to get Keith a decent lawyer, pay bills,

and take care of Mom in the nursing home.

She can't run this type of work inside of her home.

The Feds are swarming the place, and my nieces are there.

Okay, and exactly what type of business

are we talking about here?

Oh-ho!

Happy anniversary, baby.

Damn! Happy anniversary, Syleena.

-Damn! -What took you so long?

You know justice never sleeps.

-I got something for you. -Oh.

Mm-hmm.

SYLEENA: Oh, baby.

-Mm-hmm. -What?

Start with that.

"Thanks for a wonderful first year of marriage.

Can't wait to see what we get into year two.

Love you, baby."

[ Chuckles ]

Ready for your gift?

Mm-hmm.

-What's this? -Open it.

TERRELL: No.

We got into the penthouse?

Igot in. You're my little secret.

Okay. Got it.

Let's make this money.

Let's make it. Mm-hmm.

Ready for part two of your gift?

-Part two? -Mm-hmm.

♪ Rendezvous, baby

♪ 'Cause I've been waiting on you ♪

♪ Don't you waste no time

♪ Burn it up...

♪ Ooh, baby

♪ I'm in the mood for love...

♪ I'm in the mood to do what you wanna do, baby ♪

♪ Ain't nobody got to know

-[ Draya sighs ] -[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Oh, Q.

Hey.

Didn't your therapist say you shouldn't be drinking alone?

Well, can I poor you a drink, Q?

You know I don't drink.

Oh. I forgot how boring you are.

Really?

You don't pay me to be fun.

What are you doing here so late? What's up?

Security files for the Penthouse Project.

Wow. That was fast.

And, you know, I have something for you, too.

Listen, I want you to do a thorough background check

on Jordan.

I tried, but I'm not as techie as you.

So...

Here you go.

Huh.

What would you do without me?

I don't know, Q.

What would you do without me?

Let's hope you don't have to find out.

Good night.

Okay?

Alejandro, give me a minute with Gina, yeah?

Baby, about this little, uh, reality show.

Little? Chiquito?

Julio, this is my career.

Career? [ Laughs ]

Fucking shit.

Baby, it's a hobby, Gina.

You know it doesn't pay the bills.

-But that's because you -- -You have to quit.

My publicist says --

What does your publicist have to do with my career?

Because it's bad for the brand.

You are a part of my brand.

That is your job.

How do I look like being married to a ratchet-ass reality star?

I'm up for premium endorsements, Gina.

My image needs to be squeaky clean.

And that means you, too.

That's it.

[ Speaks Spanish ] It's over.

-Julio, you can't -- -Yeah.

Alejandro.

[ Crowd screaming, shouting ]

One at a time. One at a time. Calm down, please.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

[ Indistinct talking ]

You see?

Part of my brand.

Say thank you.

Julio, how does it feel that you got the $100 million contract?

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Sighs ]

REPORTER: Thanks, Dan.

They say when it rains it pours.

And financial broker Keith Vincent has found himself

in the middle of his own personal storm.

Just recently, the federal government raided his home,

and he is now facing federal indictments.

We'll have more on this developing story

when we return.

I am Kerry Davis with Channel 12 News.

[ TV shuts off, remote clatters ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

So I brought red wi--

[ Sobbing ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's okay. It's okay.

Damn.

You can't sell those. Those are the best ones yet.

Plus, that's not gonna cover

the $50,000 retainer fee for Keith's lawyer,

take care of Mom's nursing home bill, and take care of girls.

But...

...I know something that will.

ForMyFans? Really, Adrienne?

Wait, wait, wait. Hear me out.

The best way for you to make some money

is for you to go back to do--

No.

No. I am not that person anymore.

Okay, well, JoJo, you said out of your own mouth

that Keith's lawyer won't even attend a bail hearing

without a check.

How are you gonna help your husband

if you don't have no money?

All the accounts are frozen.

I mean, do you know someone that has that kind of money?

Apparently no.

All our friends have gone ghost.

I can't get Keith's office to call me back.

[ Sighs ]

-Okay. -It's really bad, sis.

Well, what other options do you have?

None.

You know, Keith doesn't know about that life.

And he doesn't have to know.

Okay? You can start a ForMyFans account online.

There's girls on there making $10,000 a day.

-Okay? -Adrienne.

It's anonymous.

It's a harmless way to make some money.

All you got to do is clap a little something.

I'm two kids deep. I'm hardly anybody's fantasy.

Ohh.

They have the basic of the most basic bitches on that thing

making bank, okay?

Listen, I know hos selling pictures of they funky-ass feet

-for $500. -What?

Are you serious, their feet?

ADRIENNE: $500.

[ Laughs ] You're so silly.

I have the perfect location for your new sex-cam business.

Listen.

I got it cleared by my boss.

Your boss? What did you say to her?

What -- What is this?

ADRIENNE: Relax.

Listen, I did not tell her anything.

So what do you think?

JORDAN: I think I need more wine.

Hey.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Hi. How you doing? -Hello. Good.

I see you have the same outfit on from yesterday.

Q: Get your penthouse ready.

DRAYA: Oh, it looks amazing.

Wow.

Now, Q, tell me, okay?

They're not gonna find any cameras, are they?

You see any cameras?

No.

Exactly.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Ladies, welcome.

[ Door closes ]

Right this way.

Please, come on. Have a seat.

Well, first of all, I would like to thank you all for cooperating

with our screening process done by our head of security, Q.

Privacy is very important to us.

So I would also like to thank you all

for filling out the NDA forms.

Q, please.

These iPads are your encrypted access to the penthouse

and your communication with Q and I.

Preloaded is the booking app for your convenience

and to request cleaning services.

No devices are allowed in the penthouse.

Well, except for your device, Jordan.

Hold up. What is with this Penthouse Project?

I thought we were just here just to rent a portion

-of an apartment. -DRAYA: No, you are. You are.

See, the Penthouse Project is the name of the research

that, um, I'm conducting about infidelity and why women cheat

for my forthcoming book.

[ Laughs ] Dr. Logan, youse a crazy-ass bitch.

See, now, I knew this had to be some kind of joke.

You want us to pay you to be your lab rats?

You're both trippin'.

I'm confused. So...

We're paying you to discuss our personal business?

Is that what's happening or...

Yeah, I'm getting the fuck up out of here.

I don't like this shit.

Please listen.

Your identity is concealed, okay?

And if you give me two sessions to discuss your marriage

and why you want to use the penthouse,

you can stay here for free.

So the penthouse isfree?

Yes. Yes. My firm will take care of the lease,

the security deposit,

um, cleaning fees, whatever you ladies need.

Do you realize how fucking messy this shit sounds?

Maybe. But, I mean, you did apply for it, right?

Because you need a discreet location

to do whatever it is that you're doing.

And I need research for my book.

Listen, the only people who know that you are here are myself,

Q, and you all, alright?

We can all get what we want.

JORDAN: Well, I-I can't be seen this way.

I mean, my husband is on a trial.

How tight is your security?

Top of the line. Luxury shopping downstairs.

As far as anybody knows, you're shopping.

Yes, you can use these cards to swipe the elevator

and gain access to the penthouse.

And these keys go to a locker where you can store

whatever you need that you may want to use on site.

H-How do we know we can trust you?

No, seriously, you could use our name,

use our story, sell it in your little book,

put us all on blast while you sit back and make millions.

She's got a point.

That is exactly why I'm going to sign

the non-disclosure agreement, as well.

Meaning if I do any of that

or say or share anything about you,

you could sue me, and I would probably lose my license,

which means I probably have more to lose than you.

You should all have my signed agreement.

Listen, I know this is a lot.

And, um, I really want to thank you all

for showing up and listening to me.

And if the Penthouse Project isn't for you,

you can leave right now.

I won't be offended.

But if there's any chance

there's one small bit of curiosity inside there,

please use your birthdays to log in to the iPad

and sign your NDA forms.

What do you all have to lose?

I mean, fuck it. I'm already here.

Oh.

Fuck it. I'm in.

Girl, just do it. You need to.

You're already fucking here.

GINA: Do it.

[ Sighs ] I'm gonna kill you, Adrienne.

[ Sighs ] Thank you.

Well, ladies, to the penthouse.

To the fucking penthouse.

[ Laughter ]

Yes.

Ugh, tastes like shit.

You ungrateful ass, Young.

First you leave me to bust my hump with your case work

for six months, and then you insult my day-old coffee.

Leave you?

I was suspended, not on vacation in the damn Poconos, Dickens.

DICKENS: So, you gonna stare at her all night,

or you ready to get this party started, Detective?

Mm-hmm.

[ Sighs ] How you doing?

Brought you some coffee.

Um, good. Thank you.

Can you please tell me?

I mean, why did you bring me all the way down here, Detective?

Well, I was hoping that you could help us identify

the intruder who broke into your penthouse.

Um, does this man look familiar to you?

No. No.

Okay.

Um, why exactly do you have that penthouse, Dr. Logan?

Excuse me?

Well, a man that you don't know

breaks into your penthouse and ends up dead.

It's just unusual.

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, she'll drive you crazy ♪

♪ Don't waste her time, no, let her take the lead ♪

♪ She'll stand beside you, fulfill all your needs ♪

♪ She's the boss, she's on top, listen closely ♪

♪ Before you proceed

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, she'll drive you crazy ♪

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up ♪