01x88 - Episode 88

[bunniefuu]

JACOB:
Are you sure?

Well, did he ask why?

All right, thanks.
I'll follow up.

Is this seat taken?

Does it matter if I said it was?

No. Question.

How long do we have to wait
for you to step up your game

and put the cuffs
on Crazy Leslie?

Martin, is that you?

Of-- of course I understand.

Yeah, like I already said,
it's already on my agenda.

But you have to work with me
on this one.

No, I-I'm here.

I'm just a little distracted.

You have my word.

Yeah, we'll take it up
at the next town hall meeting.

But we have to do
a complete full vetting first.

[mouths]

Whoa.

I-I had no idea.

Um, please, um,
tell me everything.

Start from the beginning.

♪ ♪

What's that look?

I just didn't know
it would be like this.

This has a lot of moving parts.

What's surprising?

You know how, in a musical,

we're supposed
to suspend our disbelief

and imagine that people
are singing everything

instead of saying it?

Are you about to start singing?

Uh, no, but I might
just burst out into song,

and then birds are gonna start
making all my dresses.

Mm. Do they do purses?

You'd really save
a lot on labor costs.

I mean, I am
legit fairy-tale happy.

And what makes it
so much better

is that you are so real.

Okay.

Well, let's hear it.

No.

Come on, Chelsea.

Serenade me.

Or give me a good bop
or something.

I'm open either way.

No, I told you I was close,
but I'm not there yet, okay?

Plus I got my mom's smize,
not my grandmother's pipes.

Mm, fine.

I will let you off the hook.

[chuckles]

But I feel it, too, Chelsea.

I'm so glad you pulled up
next to me that day.

But do you think
we're getting too greedy?

Maybe, but I just
can't get enough of you.

I mean, I'm hooked,
what can I say?

Neither of us have been
even remotely restrained.

Should we be?

I can't lie and say that
I haven't thought about that.

And my grandmother
did bring it up the other day.

I knew it.

So people think
we're moving too fast.

And it doesn't matter.

I answered her
with her own quote.

Some people have a slow burn.

And some are just
like a lightning strike.

When you know, you know.

It sounds like Ms. Anita Dupree

knows a thing or two
about relationships.

Oh, I mean, she and Granddad
are the standard.

I've never seen a love
like theirs.

So calm yet fierce,
impenetrable.

Madison, you are going
to love her.

I mean,
the Anita Dupree effect is real.

We all bow down.

I thought we'd have a family
meeting like back in the day.

Well, my manicure is still wet.

And it's not
like back in the day.

Ladies, we have one crack

at this reunion concert.

And I want to make sure
that it is fire,

like the kids say.

Yes, and you know
we want that, too.

Now, what's got your couture
lingerie in a twist?

Well, at rehearsal yesterday,
something seemed off.

Now, our voices are in sync.

But our bodies,
that's another matter.

What do you mean?
We've all kept it tight.

Oh, no, no,
no shade on our figures.

I know we look good.
[chuckles]

But...

think about Beyoncé's tour.

Which one?

Any of them.

Like her, we're telling a story.

Not just with our voices

but with the staging
and the movement.

Now, I've made a few calls.

And there is this choreographer
who I know you will love.

-Innovative...
-I thought you changed.

But Anita Dupree's
ready to throw out the old

for new and shiny
all over again.

Well, hell no.

This is not me trying
to throw away the past.

But some things do need
to stay back there,

like that tired,
old choreography.

Now, I know we want
to honor what we've done

while also stepping
into something fresh.

-But our fans want us to...
-Our fans appreciate

calling back to the old days.

But they are exploring
moves and music

that are right now, today.

So why wouldn't we do the same?

Breathing new life
into our old classics

will make them timeless.

And if we twerk
to our old songs,

is that gonna bring
all the kids to the yard?

Or do you want us hanging
from the ceiling like Pink?

That's not what she's saying.

Is it, Anita?

Thank you, Tracy.

What I'm saying is...

You know what I think is rich?

You suggesting
we try something fresh

when we're right back
where we started.

You bossing us around.

You running the show.

That is not what I'm doing.

-You see...
-You know what I see?

You're changing everything up
at the last second

so you can become the star.

We agreed to come back
as equals.

No one's singing backup
for you anymore, Anita.

Please, Sharon,
that is not what...

You just called us in here
to tell us what you decided.

You didn't ask us.

You used to do the same thing.

With our hair,
with our costumes, all of it.

Well, I did not sign up
for a repeat

of our not-so-greatest hits.

The choreography was
good enough for us,

and it's good enough for us now.

And Horace even
spruced it up enough.

So it's an homage.

You ever thought about that?

We can't pretend
that time hasn't passed.

That we haven't been changed

by everything
that's happened to us.

By all that we've done.

Now, the updated arrangements
of our songs reflects that.

We're not teenagers

singing and two-stepping

about heartbreak
that we barely experienced.

We are grown women
who have known real love

and hurt

and happiness.

And that's what needs to be
reflected up on that stage.

What's the point if we don't
have anything new to say?

I have something new to say.

How about...

you do this without me?

Seriously, Kat,
are you stalking me?

How'd you even know I'd be here?

Because I'm that good.

I knew
you weren't at the station.

Already called over there.

Checked to see if there were
any major crimes

you'd be out
protecting and serving on.

Don't tell me you got
a police scanner.

Not yet, but I probably should.

And I figured
if you were out in the world,

tracking Leslie's every move,

you'd say something to me.

Maybe.

And if you weren't here, I could
at least grab some coffee, so...

You just don't quit, do you?

It's not in me.

You know, there was a time
when I objected to you

relentlessly touching my case.

Um, it feels like
you're still objecting.

You're saying that's changed?

No.

It's still annoying
and inappropriate.

You know you love me being

your unofficial partner.

I'm pretty sure I remember
not deputizing you.

And despite the fact
that you were arguing

that you were Zendaya,

I wouldn't be comfortable
having you on a ride-along.

It's still a strong point,
and I stand by it.

Anyway, what's going on
with our case?

Our?

Yes.

Whatever.
It looks like you had a point.

We have a match.

Yes! I knew it.

We've got that b*tch
dead to rights.

Leslie definitely ran Laura
off the road.

Can I confess something?

Yes, please.

There's so much
I don't know about you,

and there's a lot
that I want to try.

Thanks.

But it's not
that kind of confession.

Okay.

Yeah, lay it on me.

With all this talk
about your grandmother,

I'm sort of glad she wasn't
at the Meet Madison party.

Why?

I know that you're just joking
when you call her a queen,

but she really is a big deal.

[chuckles]
More like a BFD, okay?

Gran is the best.

You talk about her
in superlatives

because she's earned them.

And it's not just this huge
force that Anita Dupree is

in the world at large
but how important she is to you.

Well, I didn't say
all that stuff

to make you feel intimidated.

I know.

But what if
she doesn't take to me, Chelsea?

What if I fail some test

I don't even know
I'm participating in?

My family's not like yours.

Your family does
press conferences and sets up

meet and greets
to introduce girlfriends.

I'm lucky if I see my family
more than once a year.

I feel like she's gonna be
expecting more.

Okay, one:

you're a BFD, too.

Dr. Top of Her Class
Neurologist.

Okay? Never forget that.

And two: I'll let you in
on a little secret.

There are actually

three Anita Duprees.

Okay, there's

the one outsiders think she is.

A celestial being on high.

[laughs]
Yep.

And there's the one
she actually is.

A matriarch.

But most of the time,
she's just Gran.

A really, really fabulous gran.

But Gran nonetheless.

She's the heart of us.

That is so sweet.

And sometimes, you know,
when she's doing

her grandmotherly things,
she'll start to hum

under her breath.

And then you hear that voice.

And then you remember.

She is the Anita.

The voice of a generation.

It's kind of trippy, really.
[chuckles]

A superstar musician

who exudes class
and keeps her family center.

She sounds incredible.

I don't know
if I'm even more excited

to meet her or more scared.

The sooner we rip
the Band-Aid off, the better.

And she is just going
to fall in love with you.

And what better time than
the Articulettes reunion show?

You get to see the gran
and the diva.

Okay? I cannot wait.

Hi, Pop. Bye, Pop.

Oh, so close yet so far.

Bring it in.

Uh... nice try.

We don't kiss and run.

Huh?

Why are you in
such a rush, Samantha?

I'm not.

Then, where are you going?

Just out for a bit, that's it.

Out where?

Pop, can you chill?

It's not like I'm gonna go
meet up

with a weird stranger
to play chess.

Oh, what the hell, Samantha?

Do you think that's funny?

Too soon?

Hi, you ladies know
what you want yet?

You're The Real Chels.

Your tutorial on finding
your light changed my selfies.

I'm happy to help.

-Can we take a selfie?
-Of course.

Let's do it.

Okay, you've got this.

We look amazing.

Ten out of ten, no notes.

-And tag me.
-[squeals] I'm gagged.

Okay, sorry. What can I get you?

Uh, I think we might need
a few more minutes.

Can you come back
in a bit, please?

Thank you.

I'm supposed to pretend
like that's normal, right?

A total stranger wanting
to take a selfie with you?

You having Hamfans and
Chelsea-nites and Chel-Belles.

Oh, I like Chel-Belles.

But the truth is,
there's a new influencer

born on these socials
every five seconds.

I don't get how you just
shrug off having millions

of people out there
who care about your every move.

I'm not dismissing it.

I appreciate the follows
and the double taps,

but I'm really trying to...

bring more to it, you know?

Chelsea.

There's real talent
in what you do.

It's more than being
simply so damn gorgeous.

You know how to make people

who look at a photo of you
feel something.

You inspire confidence.

Look what just happened.

Do you miss modeling?

Even a little bit?

I haven't had a chance
to miss it.

You know, there's
still campaigns rolling out

that I shot before I quit,
and...

no one has abandoned me
on socials yet.

But that was never
your favorite aspect of the job.

What about the rest of you?

You're getting
to know me really well.

Yeah, fashion is what I love.

It's not so much
the runways and the shoots.

But now that ChelseaKat
is really taking off,

I get to make
the beautiful things

and not be the beautiful thing.

That's a whole lot
of change to process.

And it's all for the better.

I've been dreaming
of designing for forever.

I've been doodling and sketching
and keeping it all a secret.

In a way,
I've been dreaming of you.

I just didn't know
who you were yet.

But seriously.

Whatever's next
in this chapter of life...

...it may be fast,
but it's right.

How do you know
it's not just timing?

Like, I showed up
when you happened to be ready.

Am I the right person or just
some hot, sweet coincidence?

Well, I like that you threw
hot and sweet in there.

Oh, that's just me
attempting to believe

the things you say about me.

Well, believe it.

Divine timing,
coincidence, fate,

call it whatever you want.

Madison,

we're here.

And I'm gonna take
full advantage of it.

What?

What's that look?

I'm afraid you'll get
to know me better.

And then you'll see I'm not
as exciting as you are.

I'm not some designer-
influencer-supermodel-princess.

I'm not a princess.

But you're a Dupree.

And you are very sexy

and brilliant
and a literal lifesaver.

Okay?

I was totally kidding.

Just like how I thought
that you being freaked out

last night would blow over.

Why are you being like this?

That came out a bit harsher
than I meant.

It's just, everything with
yesterday and your brother...

Tyrell and his blind chess
meetup really threw you, huh?

Pop, Tyrell and I are
well aware of stranger danger.

And I think because it's
so niche and nerdy,

Tyrell couldn't wrap
his head around anyone creepy

trolling around
in his chess space.

But he gets that it could
have been more dangerous.

So do I.

Good.

You keep assuming
that we're not paying attention,

but, really,

I have this all figured out.

It's all your fault, really.

New day, same blame.

What's the offense now?

You and Granddad
introduced him to chess.

Gave him an outlet
that he fell in love with.

And not only
is that boy good, but...

Pop, he's a master.

Let me break this down for you.

Have you ever heard
of Wemby Wembanyama?

Better question, how have you?

Victor Wembanyama is the center
of the San Antonio Spurs.

First round draft pick.

And I believe he was the Rookie
of the Year last year.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
sports, whatever.

But what you may
also not know is that he's

a k*ller chess player
and hella cute.

Oh, last year,
when he was in New York,

he put up the chess bat signals
on his socials

for people to come play
with him in the park.

Tons of people showed up
and nobody got hurt.

Well, not unless
you want to count feelings.

I see, but in this scenario,

is your brother Wemby
or the strangers in the park?

Both.

Things are getting better
for Tyrell,

but chess is still his window
at the swamp.

He's one of the best players
in the district for his age,

but he's still starved
for someone that can match him.

Someone with a high enough ELO.

And sometimes that means
going beyond your circle.

Just like Wemby.

Honey, I'm sure

that Wemby is a good kid.

But he's also a celebrity.

So he probably had
private security

hiding in plain sight.

On your brother's end,

he brought a grown man
to this house

when no one was home.

Have you thought
about that analogy?

True, valid points.

But, hey, Tyrell's chess date

just turned out to be some
nerdy, harmless old guy.

You met him, am I wrong?

Oh, pump your brakes.

But yes.

The helmet is the same one
worn by the motorcycle rider

that ran Laura off the road.

And we know
the helmet belongs to Leslie.

Dots connected?

Almost.

We still don't know
that she was wearing it

on that motorcycle at the
precise moment of the accident.

Oh, my gosh.

What more do we need?

For her murderous tail
to have taken a selfie

while she ran Laura down?

Who else would be
on the motorcycle?

You don't think
I'm frustrated, too?

But it's the job.

It's not like TV.

We have to get
past reasonable doubt.

And I still don't have
enough proof

that it was definitely her
that did it.

So we just keep getting closer
and closer,

and it's never enough?

One step forward,
two steps back.

You know, I actually
couldn't be your partner

because the law is stupid.

What's the point if she just
keeps walking away free?

The system is designed
to protect the innocent.

We just have to work
even harder to get the guilty.

[sighs]

And what's going on
with you and Smitty?

-Just be careful, okay?
-Pop.

You are being way too intense.

Tyrell's fine, I'm fine.

The guy-- if him being here,
if he got to you-- he's gone.

So why are you still bothered?

Because anything could
happen out there, Samantha.

Seeing Tyrell be so cavalier.

We tried to make it
crystal clear

that while we're well-known
and respected in the community,

this world is still crazy.

We hear you.

But we are not staying holed up

here at home
until we're 30, okay?





Funny.

I'm leaving this house, Pop.

Okay, I'm gonna go to the park,
get kissed by the sun,

maybe take some cringe selfies,

enjoy the butterflies
and the flowers

and a nice iced latte like
every other girl my age, okay?

All right, keep your volume
down on your headphones

and walk there
and come right back.

Okay, and I may meet up
with my new boyfriend.

Come again?

He's so cute and furry.

Furry?

Well, if you must know,

he's the most adorable squirrel.

He's even got his own account.

Crashing photos in the park
is kind of his thing.

Well, before it gets serious,
I want to hear his intentions.

Oh, gross, Pop.

Well, go, go.

Just get out of here
before I change my mind.

Don't wait up.

-Wait, turn your location on.
-[door closes]

Fancy meeting you here,
brother-in-law.

What's going on
with you and Jacob?

JACOB:
Not that it's your business,

but Smitty's here
about a story he's doing.

What he said.

Fine. Be clandestine.

See if I care.

Let me know if you hear
anything else.

Don't do anything
I have to explain later.

Well, uh...

Mm-hmm.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Thank you for throwing Kat
off the scent.

This way I don't have
to dodge her questions later.

What about my questions?

Because I have an important one.

I'll answer whatever I can.

Yeah, I owe you.

You keep making time for me,

even though I'm sure you have
your own load at the station.

Don't mention it.

But by looking at you,

it seems like
my load of problems

are about
to get even heavier.

What's going on with Martin?

On the house?

Perks of the job.

[chuckles]

So,

in your new now,

how's it been, navigating that
with your cousin Kat?

Well, this is the first time
I'm doing anything

in my career without my momager.

And it's brand-new
and uncharted territory

and honestly a little scary.

But Kat's really good
with the business side.

I mean, she sees things
that I just don't.

And she knows how
to anticipate hurdles.

I can't imagine
so many unknowns.

Being a doctor can be so linear.

It's really just a matter
of figuring out your specialty

and allowing everything else
to line up.

Well, I'm sure
that Kat and I will face

our challenges down the road.

But so far,

change has been really,
really good to me.

With work and with you.

So, I have a question for you.

Do you think it'll be
too much to handle?

Me being in flux?

I think I can handle it.

In fact, I think I'm the one
who might burst into song now.

Oh, well, I have a better idea.

Well, Congressman,

you really do live on the edge.

Well, I wouldn't risk calling
you if it wasn't serious.

I'll make it quick.

You don't think
I already know what happened

with our friend
and his little chess move?

Our guy thought he was smooth,
trying to hit you where it hurt.

Your kid.

But it won't happen again.

Oh, I know.

That's why I asked you here.

He just checkmated himself.

I know my husband,
but the more we find out,

the more I question Martin's
role in whatever this mess is.

What are you saying, Smitty?

I still think that Martin is
the victim here.

But what if I'm wrong?

The money plus
the corrupt cop plus Martin?

What if I'm just seeing
what I want to see?

Then you get Martin
to lawyer up.

Look, I told you
when this first started,

there was no part of me that
felt like Martin was guilty.

But I operate on facts.

And if the facts lead me
in a different direction,

I have to follow.

Which means
we'll have to part ways.

Let's hope that's a bridge
we don't have to cross.

Look, I get it.

When it's family,
it's complicated.

But it's who I am.

And if Martin is culpable
in any way,

I can't turn a blind eye.

Then I wonder if I've already
told you too much.

Look, Jacob, journalists have
a code, too.

And I respect you not being
above the law

when it comes to Martin.

But I do wonder, does
the same apply to your father?

If we find out
that he's involved just as deep?

I'm sure my father's
got nothing to do with it.

But when it comes to justice,
there are no exceptions.

Not for Martin.

And not for my dad.

I think you've proven that it's
best to leave the cleanup

of your mess to those equipped
to handle it.

I'd do that if my family wasn't
in our friend's crosshairs.

We need police protection 24-7.

I'll pay for everyone.

Samantha, Tyrell, and Smitty.

But we need them not to know
that they're being tailed.

Especially Smitty.

He's already suspicious enough.

Can we do that, Detective?

Or do I need to go private?

You can be assured that
your family will be protected.

Should we check on her?

She'll be back when
she's pulled herself together.

Do you agree with her?

We all know this is
not about the choreography.

I know we have
to honor the past,

and I promise that we will.

But we can't bring all that
into every step ball change

we take, or we will never
be ready in time.

Now would you please
tell Sharon I'm right?

We're supposed to be sisters.

Sisters tell each other
when their slip's showing.

And come on.

You know that routine is
just as tired as we are.

[laughs]

I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

So you have to agree with Sharon

because you two are the victims
and I'm the villain.

Is that right?

I couldn't possibly just want
this show to be a success.

To make us all look good.

After all these years,
it's all the same, sister.

You still think you're the one
who decides what's good.

In your mind,

you were the only
one with the talent, the taste.

Back then, we were too naive
and too damn caught up

in making the Anita Williams

to even have a mind of our own.

But that was back then.

And we don't have to fall
in formation anymore.

Especially because we have
a bigger stake

in the success
of this reunion than you do.

And how is that?

You don't need the money, Anita.

We do.

Nothing is really
on the line for you.

You already had it all.

You still do.

But for Sharon and me,
this concert could give us

the careers we've been chasing
since we were kids.

Don't you think I know that?

That's why I'm putting
all this energy

into making us
stronger and sharper.

By walking
around like you own us.

That is not true.

It's there.

In everything you say.

Every suggestion you make.

"Let's do it my way.

"Because I know better.

And am better than you."

Just because you have the money

to pay for some
fancy choreographer

and new vocal arrangements,

it doesn't make you right,
Anita.

It doesn't put you in charge.

We're not for sale.

Nobody's trying to buy you.

I'm here to put in the work.

Quality work.

Because you're writing checks,

what you say goes.

Oh, I see.

So you'll take my money
but not my input.

No, okay.

How about I get out
my checkbook right now,

sign off on everything,

and head on home?

And you can do
the concert without me.

I'm beginning to think
of this as our place.

Anywhere we're together
is our place.

Ooh, now that was smooth.

You've got to teach a course.

[both laugh]

Wait, we've been talking about
me, me, me this whole time.

Tell me something new
about you, Dr. Montgomery.

I'd love to.

But as it turns out,
I'm more show than tell.

What do you say we go back
to our other favorite place?

Where's that?

Your bed.

Say less.

What the hell?

All right, thanks for the intel.

I'm on my way back.

Sorry about that.

You're just doing your job.

Smitty, I'm not gonna push you
to tell me something

that you want to keep from me.

-Something that can
incriminate Martin.
-I appreciate that.

But that also means this could
be the end of our arrangement.

I'm not gonna ask you
to compromise your ethics.

Although something tells me
this isn't a hypothetical.

What just happened?

That call I just got
makes me feel

like we should stop
swapping info.

What'd you learn?

Martin just requested
police protection

through the department.

What?

Police protection? What?

Is there some type
of national security threat?

Smitty, I don't think
he would ask local police

to look out for you and the kids
if it was national.

I also don't think
the request would have come

through the channel
it came through.

-Don't tell me...
-Marcel Malone.

What is Martin hiding?

And why does he feel
like my family needs protection?

Who's painting who
the villain now?

We're not gold diggers who came

sniffing around
your Birkin for a payout.

You came to us, remember?

I wasn't the one
who brought up money.

-Sharon did.
-Wow.

It's as if you've completely
left Cabrini-Green behind.

We were there then
and we're here now.

And we remember
every damn thing.

And that's the problem,
isn't it?

The whole world out there,
they see you as this icon.

But here in this room...

we're the only people
in the world who know better.

And you hate us for that.

I don't hate you. I love you.

-I've missed you.
-Then prove it.

Show it.

I don't even think you know how.

You don't respect us.

Not our talent.

Not our opinions.

This, for you, is a way for you

to right
one of your many wrongs.

And we might as well be just
another one of your charities.

You think the fact
that we never made it

was proof that we didn't have
what you have,

instead of it being the result

of you abandoning us.

I have never said that.

But you thought it.

Do you know how rare
chances like ours were?

You took that from us
and ran off with it.

We never got another one.

Not because
we weren't good enough

but because lightning
doesn't usually strike twice.

You didn't look back until now.

Until Barbara haunted you
into it.

If you would have done this


you could have resurrected us.

But you kept us
twisting in the wind.

All those years.

If you felt that way,
believe me,

that was not my intention.

Your intentions don't matter.

What we feel matters.

What we feel.

What you did matters.

What you're doing right now.

I think we can

all acknowledge that most
of this does fall on me.

If I hadn't followed Dante,

you wouldn't have followed me,

leaving Barbara behind.

And if I hadn't gone solo,

maybe we'd all be
EGOTs right now.

But we'll never know.

And we can't turn back
the clock.

And I hoped

that I could make up
for some of this.

And I thought

maybe we could recreate
that magic.

But maybe it's just gone.

So what?

Now you're giving up?

We're here.

Committed to doing the work.

And so now the reunion's off
because you say so?

-You look like you saw a ghost.
-Yeah.

A ghost of relationships past.

What is Allison doing here?

Wait. Your Allison?

She's here again?

Oh, she's such a pain.

She was never really my Allison.

Okay. Hey, look.

We're about to head
to our happy place.

Okay? Don't worry about it.

-She can't touch us.
-You're right.

Let's just go.

Wow. Small world.

What are you doing here?

Are you following me
or something?

Oh, I would never
decide the future

of the Articulettes on my own.

So you two make the call.

Everything is paid for,

including the original
choreographer.

Call it "retro chic."

And don't, don't change
a damn thing.

Hell, I could even get our old
costumes from the Hall of Fame.

But just yours, because I'm out.

-Anita, if we walk out
that door...
-You know, I knew

there would be tears,

I knew there would be
disagreements,

but I thought we had the will
to get up on that stage.

Not just for the three of us
but for the four of us.

Articulettes strong.

But I guess that was just
too much to ask.

Anita, we don't need to do...

Get the hell
out of my hotel suite.

The concert will be fine
without me.

[door opens]

[crying softly]

Martin did not say a word to me
about needing protection.

-I can see that.
-How could he let me

leave the house knowing
that our kids are in danger?

Hey. We don't know
the details here.

What we do know isn't good.

I have spent the last week
trying to figure out

what Malone did to my husband,
and now I find out

they're friendly enough
that Martin trusts him

to protect our kids?

Something does not add up.

Well, then, you need to stop
tiptoeing around this thing

and confront Martin.

Don't let him walk away
until he comes clean

with the truth and nothing but.

-You're right.
-This isn't just about you
anymore, Smitty.

This is about your family and
those kids who you love so much.

I need to face this head-on.

[door opens]

[laughs softly]
I-I am so useless

when it comes to this stuff.

Me and technology
never quite hit it off.

Oh, let me. It's crazy simple.

I am so lucky I found you.

[chuckles]

Who the hell do you think
you are, summoning me?

And what's so damned urgent?

One Dupree is enough.

I've met
my read-for-filth quota.

Daddy really got
under your skin tonight.

Yeah, it's a good thing
that I'm not the type of man

who gives ultimatums.

Like, "If you walk
out of that door,

don't bother coming back."

NAOMI:
Martin wants protection

from the crooked cop that his
own husband is investigating?

Look, if you ask me,
something weird is going on.