Change your mind about having a glass?
No, I'm just looking at the bottle.
I'm not really in a champagne mood.
Maybe later.
Gosh, I wish I knew who to thank for this.
French, expensive, sent to celebrate our fabulous nuptials.
Rather fashionably late, but...
-[chuckles] -Anyway.
I guess we were simply on somebody's mind.
And who can blame them?
[Dani chuckles]
Samantha, this research you compiled
on influencers who have launched their own athleisure brands
is incredibly thorough.
Thanks.
Uh, there's so many inspiring women
who didn't wait for a seat at the table.
And that's exactly the kind of energy we need to bring.
Your next assignment: compile a similar report
for top lip gloss brands
who have launched primarily via socials.
Influencers with Chelsea's level of brand awareness.
I can have it to you by the end of the day.
That soon?
Best intern/ brand ambassador/niece ever.
You're just saying that 'cause we're family.
No.
I'm saying it because you're excellent.
Learn to take the compliment, girl.
You're right.
-I'm sorry. -Ugh.
And stop apologizing.
When Chelsea's socials started blowing up,
she thought it was all looks and luck.
And Aunt Dani and I kept telling her
that downplaying your brilliance doesn't make you humble.
What does it make you?
Invisible.
Chelsea stopped apologizing for being good at what she does,
and lo and behold, the diva we have today.
Can't behold until she gets here.
Where is she?
[soul music playing]
EVA: Hey.
I was starting to think you ghosted me.
Well, if you want the real, I considered it.
But I'm here now.
[clears throat]
So...
what is this about?
♪ ♪
Smitty. How'd the interview with Lia go?
Did she give you anything to help back up your theory?
Not a damn thing.
So either Lia has great acting chops...
Or she's not tied to Lynette Wise's disappearance.
Not in the slightest.
Hey, man, I tried to warn you.
Yeah, it was worth a shot.
But I did get traction on something else, though,
thanks to your wife.
-You talked to Naomi? -Yeah.
So, I ran into Naomi earlier today,
and she said that Hayley was relieved
that Lynette supposedly skipped town.
But then to me, Hayley's singing a different tune.
She said that she's worried Lia did something to Lynette
as payback for emptying her retirement savings.
Both could be true.
Hayley finds out Lynette shaded her and gets pissed,
and then she finds out Lia's a criminal
and feels bad for doubting Lynette.
Yeah, but that still doesn't explain why Dani saw
Hayley and Lynette with their heads together
before Hayley was mugged.
And Hayley swears that they became tight after the attack.
Or why Hayley referred to Lynette as her friend to Dani.
Why would Hayley lie about when she and Lynette became friends?
Yeah, I don't know.
That might be a riddle for another day.
I'm still stuck on this mysterious mastermind
behind the Red Market.
[door opens]
Surprise!
Heather, what the hell?
What are you doing here?
Can't a girl drop in and see her brother?
[laughs]: Hi.
Huh.
Hayley?
Oh.
Well, that's not quite the outfit that I had in mind,
given the mood and all.
-I figured I'd switch things up. -Okay.
So what is this?
Some kind of personal trainer fantasy?
[laughs] This isn't a role-play or a romantic fantasy.
The way to a strong heart is a healthy lifestyle.
So this is an intervention.
Baby, I know this was addressed to me,
-but it was meant for both of us. -Yeah.
And you know what happens when I drink alone.
-Dani, I... -[knock at door] -[gasps]
Oh, looks like you have company.
You have some help. [chuckles]
-Hey, Vanessa. -Andre.
Did your client ghost you?
-Their loss. -[laughs]
Well, I guess I'll make myself scarce,
give you both some girl time.
I hope you're not leaving on my account.
No, no, it's nothing like that.
I actually have an appointment at the club with Diego
to work on my golf swing.
If I don't tighten up and fast,
Uncle Ted and Martin are gonna eat me alive.
-I'll miss you when you're gone. -Not as much as I'll miss you.
[chuckles]
Excuse me.
See ya.
You two are so sweet, I'm gonna need a root canal.
I can't believe how close I came to wrecking all of this.
One stupid moment, and I almost threw away
the best thing to ever happen to me.
Let it go, Dani.
What's done is done.
Focus on how good your husband makes you feel
in the here and now.
[sighs] He does make me happy.
[smacks lips]
And how are you, my Vandanna?
How are things between you and Joey?
I was just telling Nicole how perfect things have been lately.
Joey, Deanna and me sharing a meal like an actual family.
[softly]: Hmm.
Joey and I were always made for each other.
We just took the long way to get there.
So you want to go live
and talk about Kat giving me a piece of her liver?
I do.
But I thought you were a lifestyle influencer.
Are you trying to do a collab with Doctor Mike or something?
Ever since I came back to socials,
after everything that happened, I promised myself
I wouldn't just go back to selling purses
and pretending that the world is cute and curated.
I want my followers to hear your story,
and maybe a few of them will become donors.
Why not ask Kat?
She's the one who actually donated.
Originally, I wanted you both.
But she said no.
Specifically "hell no" since I was involved.
She's okay with it being just you, if you're up for it.
Look, to be honest,
I used to side-eye the whole organ donor thing,
and not because I didn't believe in helping people
but because I'm Black.
And I thought, "Why give them permission
to see me as spare parts?"
Like my body is just inventory waiting to be harvested
the second they decided
that I was worth more dead than alive.
Wh-Whoa.
I never had that feeling.
Well, of course you didn't,
because they would move heaven, earth and half the galaxy
to keep a Dupree breathing.
But the rest of us grew up hearing stories about
hospitals experimenting on our bodies.
Henrietta Lacks.
The Tuskegee experiment, all of it.
And we can't forget that.
And I'm sure a lot of people have that same feeling.
They do.
The problem is, there's a lot of need there, too.
Black people make up almost a third of those
waiting on transplants and barely a fraction of the donors.
People can receive organs from people of other races, right?
But the likelihood of a match is much higher
with a same-race donor.
If everyone who's scared opts out,
all we're really doing is reducing the chances
for the next Black girl that needs a liver, a kidney
or a heart ever gets off that list.
Well, if you think my story can do some good, then...
I guess I owe it to the world to give back. [sighs]
Thanks, Eva. This means a lot.
But to guarantee Kat doesn't freak out,
I need to implement one ground rule.
So while you and I are working to expand ChelseaKat,
my business partner is off trying to save the world
one live stream at a time.
That's fire.
You think so?
I never gave organ donation a single thought
until I was staring at the consent form,
being asked to hand over a piece of my liver
to save the woman who made my life hell.
So that's why you're not doing the live stream?
No, it's not that.
Honestly, I just want to forget the whole thing.
I am so not interested in picking at
the literal and figurative scars I carry because of her.
Now, I love that Chelsea is putting good out in the world,
but my trauma is not for anyone's entertainment.
I had hoped that this might bring you and Aunt Eva closer.
I hope that you can at least keep an open mind.
A long way to go for a social call,
especially when there's a local cop here
hell-bent on throwing the book at you.
Funny you should use that word.
I've been known to raise a little hell myself.
Don't remind me.
I'm not concerned with your little detective.
Especially after I tie up a loose end.
Look, Jacob, I know how badly you want to find out
who's behind the plasma ring.
I'm right there with you.
I appreciate you, Smitty.
You've been ten toes down
since the first day we shook hands on this.
As have you.
And we brought down the plasma ring here in the DMV.
I mean, that-that's a win, right?
Yeah, it is.
But that doesn't come close to getting real justice for Derek.
So until the Impaler's in cuffs,
until he's rotting in a jail cell,
this case is far from closed.
Then neither are we.
-Ready? -To talk to your millions
upon millions of followers?
Yeah, light work. No pressure at all.
Just be you and breathe.
You're gonna do great.
[Eva sighs]
Hey, ChelseaFam, it's your girl.
I'm here today with someone special.
This is Eva Thomas.
What's good, y'all?
Eva recently went through something terrifying.
She needed a liver transplant to survive.
She's here to share her experience with us.
First off, Eva, thank you for trusting us with your story.
So what led you to needing a liver transplant?
All right, y'all. [sighs]
So y'all remember that nasty-ass tornado
that tore through the DMV a few weeks back?
Yeah, that one.
I got caught in it.
And, like, I've never been so scared in my whole life.
And I done been through some stuff.
Haven't we all?
Um...
I was scared out of my mind, y'all.
Then the stairwell that I was hiding in got hit.
And there were pipes and concrete
just, like, raining down.
And I ducked and covered.
And when it stopped, I thought I was okay.
Uh, but I wasn't.
-It's okay if you... -No, no.
I-I want to do this.
Um...
something in me felt so wrong.
And when I tried to breathe, I started coughing up blood.
And I was choking, thinking, like,
"This cannot be the way I go out."
[sighs] I...
I really thought I was gonna die, y'all.
And I would have if not for the person
who was trapped beside me.
Okay, so hear me out.
A cosmetics line for ChelseaKat makes sense,
but let's not kid ourselves.
The market is crowded.
Everybody and their mama has one.
Uh, Rihanna's Fenty, SZA's Not Beauty.
Yeah, and both of those brands popped
because they launched off crazy fandom.
Wait, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yes.
Great-Gran, Aunt Dani and Chelsea are all
superstars in their own right.
Three generations of Dupree women,
three completely different demos,
and all three of them have elite lips.
We could be the next My Black Is Beautiful.
-Samantha, don't zone on me now. -Oh.
-I'm mid-vision. Yeah. -Uh, uh, sorry.
Uh, Chelsea is live right now.
And not for nothing, her lips look insane.
So, Eva, I want to talk about the person who saved your life.
For her privacy, we're calling her Rene.
I still can't believe you made her use an alias.
Well, I didn't want people in my business.
It would be five minutes before Bossip runs:
"Bougie Dupree heiress gives liver
to save hood rat half sister."
Hard pass.
You said you and Rene were trapped together that night.
Yeah. Um, we don't really get along,
but after everything we've been through,
after she literally cut herself open so that I can live...
I don't know, like...
maybe this is my shot to finally fix that.
-Mmm. -Mm-hmm.
This champagne? Absolutely to die for.
I needed this.
With everything that's going on--
Naomi, the BRCA of it all--
I feel like I've been holding my breath for days.
I don't know how you're keeping it together.
Just thinking about Deanna ever having to face
what Anita's been through?
I can't wrap my mind around it.
It's a mother's worst nightmare.
I would battle cancer a thousand times over
if it meant it never touched my girls.
But I can't protect them from their own DNA,
from what I gave them.
You didn't give them anything except life, love
and every advantage you could.
Naomi's strong.
She comes from you, from Anita,
from a whole line of Dupree women who don't break easily.
If only that were enough.
I hate to bring up the elevator mistake
who shall not be named, but...
how's Naomi's father taking the news?
Better than I am.
Bill, like my mother, has decided to let Naomi
make her own choices in the face of this gene mutation.
You were hoping they would back you up?
At first, yeah.
But Bill helped me see something that I didn't want to admit.
What our daughter needs most right now isn't pressure.
It's support.
Would you look at that?
Turns out Hamilton's good for something after all.
Okay, so help me understand.
You want us doing cardio,
but you staged the room to look like date night?
[sighs] Well, couples mix romance and exercise
all the time, babe.
I even came up with an incentive.
-Mm. Mm. -So, for every plank you do,
-you get a little treat. -Yeah?
-Mm-hmm. -Okay.
Well, what kind of treat are we talking about?
Mm. Mm.
Well, in that case, we can just skip the planks.
Get straight to the rewards program.
Uh-uh. No, no, no.
You are not gonna sweet-talk your way out of the work.
I read somewhere that sex is
actually one of the best forms of exercise,
so why don't we just split the difference?
As in?
As in, to hell with all these treats,
just bring me the whole damn meal.
-Mm. -[chuckles]
Let's be clear, Heather.
This is my territory.
Well, I didn't come back here for you to give me a tour.
Maybe you should have.
Things would run a lot more smoothly for you
if you would just loop me in before making any moves.
I don't like having complications
when they can be easily avoided.
Happen to be complications
that you have a lot of influence over.
A threat dressed up like a favor.
No, I think of it more as sibling guidance.
Do you want to know about my loose end or not?
Yes.
I want to know what it is and how much heat
it's gonna bring on me if I agree.
Well...
there's a reporter. [sighs]
He's nosy and persistent, and he's taking up a hobby
of writing pieces about my extracurriculars.
Oh, you must mean the blood plasma theft ring
you've been running less than five minutes
from our nation's capital.
Yeah. That.
[sighs] It's starting to snowball.
It was just a little local coverage,
but now it's getting national attention.
-Oh, good for him. -[sighs]
Joey, it's not good for us.
He's making connections he should not be making,
questions that he shouldn't be asking,
and every piece is just
one more thread that they can pull.
In other words, his job.
Do you know I have a mole at the FBI,
and they're telling me that they're ramping up
investigations on the global Red Market
all because of this little wannabe Anderson Cooper.
And your solution is what, make him disappear?
Well, I did come back to arrange his demise personally.
No.
No?
[scoffs] Hold on, I'm not even finished yet. Just...
You didn't have to, because you're not gonna touch
one hair on that reporter's head.
And what if I do?
That night, before I passed out from my injuries,
I mean, all I could think about
were the people who had come into my life.
The people that I grew to love.
And the ones that I hoped would love me.
Un-freaking-believable. Are you seeing this?
I think it's nice.
There is nothing nice about Chelsea falling
for Eva's whole woe-is-me, soft-launch trauma tour.
Aunt Eva almost died.
Chelsea's just being...
Manipulated.
But that is what Eva does.
She performs. She cries on cue.
I don't know. This feels real.
It's not.
Trust me.
-Oh, shoot. -Hmm, what is it?
Chelsea's live stream.
I was so busy enjoying the finer things in life with you
that I missed the alert when she went live.
So here's what people don't realize.
Less than 60% of eligible adults in the U.S.
are registered organ donors.
Meanwhile, every eight to ten minutes,
someone gets added to the transplant waitlist.
So, before all of this, before the hospital,
before everything, what was life like?
Busy.
With work, spending time with my man, my mom and my dad,
excited about this big deal dress-up function
at the country club.
I had no reason to think
that anything was about to change.
And that's important, because people hear "transplant"
and think long-term illness.
Yeah, this wasn't that.
This was sudden, like, violent.
I mean, one minute everything was fine,
and the next, I'm fighting for my life.
Do you even remember being rescued?
Would you look at her?
Chelsea's really using
her viral social media superpowers for good.
She could sell you ice in a blizzard,
and you'd still be inspired about it.
How's Kat taking all this?
Chelsea going live with Eva and all.
Oh, uh, well, she cleared it with Kat.
-Mm. -Chelsea's thoughtful that way.
She'd never blindside her cousin.
Uh, Dani?
What?
Uh, look in the background behind Chelsea and Eva.
Isn't that Andre?
It appears so.
I thought he was heading to the club to play golf.
He did.
Hey, have you talked to Max in witness protection lately?
Why do you ask?
Well, Max was the one that originally tipped me off
about the Red Market, so if there's chatter
about the Impaler,
where he is, who he might be working with,
then maybe Max has heard it.
After what happened to Derek, I had Max moved.
And before you ask, no,
I don't know the address, by design.
Fair enough.
Well, if Max was our original thread
and that original thread's gone...
Seems like we're gonna have to start from scratch
if we're ever gonna catch this guy.
Since when did you care about some hack journalist?
Ever since that hack journalist,
who managed to uncover your bloody endeavors,
is married to a U.S. congressman.
Wait, so you want me to put the brakes on my plans
because of some suit,
some nobody with delusions of Pulitzer grandeur,
had the good fortune to put a ring on the right finger?
Oh, brother, you...
...have changed.
You're hobnobbing with the likes of-of
people we used to make fun of over bourbon.
You have your priorities, I have mine.
And I need that congressman to be reelected.
Oh.
That's all this is?
Well, why didn't you just say that?
So you'll let it go?
No.
But icing out the husband would solve both of our problems.
-Oh, boy. -No, just listen to me.
Listen, here...
Let's look at the optics here.
America loves a grieving widower.
His approval ratings would go through the roof.
I think we would be doing the congressman a huge favor.
[soul music playing]
Now, I'm not gonna front.
I used to be real iffy about organ donation.
I hear a lot of people are.
But when you're the one laid up in the hospital
and you find out how close you came to dying,
you see things differently.
So, for someone on the fence, I am living proof
of someone choosing compassion over fear.
And that choice matters, especially when the life
that needs saving one day could be your own.
Want more info on becoming an organ donor?
Check the links in my bio.
Thanks for watching.
Bye.
Wow, Eva, you were a natural.
For real? I was nervous as hell the first few minutes.
Yes, girl. I wouldn't be shocked
if someone from a nonprofit slides in your DMs
and asks you to be their new spokesperson.
Nah, I'll leave the influencer activism to you.
[Eva chuckles]
Well, I'd better get going.
Yeah, same. I'm meeting Kat at the club.
Look, um, my sister has made it clear that there is
still static between us, even after everything.
I just hope it doesn't prevent us from being cool.
I'm still hurt by what you and your mom did
to my aunt's marriage.
Yeah. No, I get that.
However, I'm starting to see a different side of you.
Not just as the worst thing you ever did but...
as someone who's trying.
That's the best I can hope for.
Take care, Chelsea.
Hey.
How are you feeling?
Oh, man. Shoot.
Like I just did the Billy Goat Trail at Great Falls, barefoot.
Wow.
Don't give me a Yelp review or anything.
No, no. [sighs] I have no complaints.
Five stars across the board. I just...
[breathes deeply] I don't know.
I just need a minute to catch my breath.
Here.
Electrolytes, lemon, a little honey.
It'll give your body exactly what it needs and then some.
Hmm. Oh.
-Thanks, babe. -Mm-hmm.
[Bill sighs]
Oh, man.
I missed Chelsea's live.
Oh, let me see.
Okay. At least I can watch it on her reel.
CHELSEA: Hey, ChelseaFam, it's your girl.
I'm here today with someone special.
-Uh-oh. -This is Eva Thomas.
-What? -EVA: What's good, y'all?
Chelsea's on with Eva.
-They look pretty chummy. -Mm.
[scoffs]
Kat is not gonna like this.
That's a chunk of my life I'll never get back.
So none of it moved you? Not even a little?
I did learn some things about organ donation.
Look, I'm so proud of Chelsea for using her platform
for something meaningful.
But damn it, why did it have to be her?
-You told Chelsea... -I know what I said!
I didn't know what I was authorizing.
What do you mean?
Them acting like...
Like friends?
You know what? I think we're done working for the day.
Why don't you go to the pool?
Your cotillion friends are still here, right?
Yeah, but I have that assignment...
Mm, I'm pushing the deadline.
Go.
-Okay. -[sighs]
I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation
for Andre being there.
And lying to us? To me?
Maybe I should call Diego and find out.
Dani...
Andre is not Bill.
He doesn't lie to you for sport,
and he doesn't wake up each morning
looking for ways to outmaneuver and gaslight the woman he loves.
Oh, maybe it would serve me right
if he did turn out to be like Bill.
After what I did, he is entitled to sleep around,
maybe find someone younger and prettier
-and less complicated... -Enough.
You made a mistake.
But you are not some irredeemable villain
in a cautionary tale.
You are a woman who slipped,
caught herself, and chose to stop falling.
In other words, an adulterer.
In other words, human.
Andre loves you.
The complicated, stubborn, still-healing you.
You've got to forgive yourself, and-and you've got to stop
standing around like-like you are waiting for the universe
to collect payment for your sins.
Well, aren't we the lucky ones?
My sister's suddenly civic-minded,
even wants to help with a congressman's campaign.
Yeah, well, I do what I can.
Touching.
But I happen to know that the campaign is
overflowing with volunteers, so your help isn't needed.
Okay.
Suit yourself.
I'll tell my guys to back off.
-Good. -Under one condition.
I want your help.
And, I mean, if you can't lean on family during times of need,
I don't know when you can.
What is it?
Convince Bradley Smith to keep the Impaler out of his laptop.
Tell me, how is it you think
you're even in a position to ask for my help?
I mean, you ran your Red Market in my territory,
which only made the local cops think I was pulling the strings.
I apologized for that.
-Actually, you didn't. -[sighs] The intent was there.
Oh, that makes it all better.
Look, it was a faux pas-- a costly one, I'll admit--
but it was not malicious.
And I'm not demanding anything from you.
I just need your help with this one little Bradley Smith issue.
I mean, we are still family, aren't we?
I need to take care of something on the floor.
-Just... -Mm-hmm.
...make yourself at home, all right?
[clicks tongue]
I always do.
All right, well, I got to run.
Editor wants a face-to-face before the next installment.
Okay, cool. If I hear anything on my end, I'll be in touch.
And if anything falls into my lap,
-you will be the first to know. -Sounds good.
Chief Hawthorne.
Smitty.
Good seeing you.
Jacob...
Not now, Pops, please.
I know Kat can be petty, but, I mean, she can't be mad
about her cousin and her sister raising awareness
about organ donation.
That would just be unhinged, even by Dupree standards.
You really don't know Kat.
She might be Nicole's daughter, but she is cut
from the same cloth as her Aunt Dani.
And you know how petty she can be
when she feels she's been wronged.
-Oh, I am fully aware. -[clears throat]
Listen, Eva did not cross a line with Kat.
She burned it, you know, salted the earth
and danced on the ashes.
Hmm, and now your precious daughter is cozying up to her.
[murmurs]
I hope Chelsea and Kat don't fall out over this.
Oh, well, look who decided to show up.
Hey, I'm sorry I'm so late.
After the live stream, I had a lot of comments to respond to.
I'm glad it was such a big hit.
Everything all right?
Positively peachy.
Why do you ask?
[sighs]
You fall into a hole over there?
No, no, I just watched it again.
-Watched what? -Chelsea's live. [chuckles]
From start to finish, the whole thing.
That's my brilliant girl.
-You know, she didn't miss a beat. -[chuckles]
Chelsea must take after you.
[chuckles] Was that a veiled dig at Dani?
I mean, what was veiled about it?
I'm gonna get us a cup of water.
Okay.
CHELSEA: So here's what people don't realize.
Less than 60% of eligible adults in the U.S.
are registered organ donors.
Meanwhile, every eight to ten minutes...
HAYLEY: Bill?
Hey. Yeah, I'm good.
I'm good. I just...
Yeah, I guess I'm just paying
for that so-called workout earlier.
You know, you really put me through it.
That didn't look like a sore muscle.
-You sure? -Yeah.
Yeah, I'm-I'm positive.
EVA: ...my mom and my dad...
How'd the golf game go?
Questions before hello?
That's sketchy.
Where did the third degree come from?
Just trying to match my equally sketchy husband
who's obviously hiding something.
Okay, you caught me.
[chuckles]
I figured we both could use a cheat day,
so I rerouted to get some red velvet cake.
Don't judge me.
[Andre grunting softly]
-Okay. Wow. [chuckles] -[chuckles]
I thought the red velvet cake was gonna be my dessert.
-What's... -Nope.
I've got all the sweetness I need right here.
Okay, I genuinely don't understand why you're mad at me.
Isn't it obvious?
You knew I was planning to do the live,
you knew it was with Eva,
and I did what you asked by leaving you out of it.
So what's your malfunction?
It's because, once again, All About Eva
couldn't wait to step into the spotlight
and play her most iconic role: the victim.
That's not fair.
Eva didn't even know I was gonna ask her to do the live.
She doesn't need a lot of prep time, Chels.
She's been rehearsing for this her whole life.
Are you sure you watched the right stream?
Eva credited a fake-named donor for saving her life.
She gave you your privacy and your flowers.
Oh, I never said she wasn't a committed thespian.
-Come on, Kat. -No, you come on.
Do you have any idea how it felt sitting here,
watching my cousin and best friend comforting
the woman who ruined my life?
Eva already won over my dad, my boyfriend,
my brother, my niece.
Hell, even my own mother gives her a pass
for reasons I cannot understand, and now...
...she finally got to you, too.
Kat, wait.
[sighs]
You sure are spending a lot of time with that reporter.
-He has a name, Pops. -Oh, I know Smitty's name.
Or for the sake of this conversation, his byline.
-So what are you saying? -I'm saying he's a civilian.
He's a journalist, not a cop.
In fact, from now on, if Smitty want information,
he needs to route that through the proper channels,
the Public Information's Office.
Okay, like how you go through the proper channels
in your dealings with Joey Armstrong?
You better keep your voice down.
Or what?
This case got you real bold, boy.
Don't let obsession take your common sense with it.
-Oh, yeah, whatever. -Listen.
Now, I know that you're frustrated,
but sometimes leads dry up
and sometimes the truth stays buried.
An important case happens to the best of us, son.
And I hate to tell you this, but you may have to accept
the fact that you may never unmask the Impaler.
You think so?
It's not happening.
[Vanessa clears throat]
Oh, if you're looking for Joey,
he had to do something out on the floor.
[chuckles]
I'm sorry. Who the hell are you?
Wow. You didn't really think you were the only woman
in Joey's life, now, did you?
Are you falling in love with Carlton or Kial?
You still know me better than anyone.
I want to paint the town red. Ha!
Apparently, Mother requests our appearance at Uptown.
[crowd cheering]
[laughter]
[gasps] What are you doing?
Oopsie! [laughs]
I don't know how you left that
in your bedroom alone and unattended.
What do you suggest, Hayley? Huh? What are you saying?
That I should ban my daughters from coming in my house?
Oh, it's only your house?
I don't sling drinks
and I don't shuffle cards, and I'm not a sex worker,
but I did share a bed with Joey for many, many years.
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org