01x107 - Episode 107

[bunniefuu]

Ash, what is wrong?

Nothing.

Um, I've known you forever,

and I'm very familiar
with that look.

What aren't you telling me
about my dad and Hayley's baby?

Where's Mrs. Hamilton's
ultrasound?

I couldn't find it
in her records.

Mrs. Hamilton
declined the ultrasound,

said she didn't want it.

We're talking about my little
brother or sister here.

If something is going on
with Hayley's baby,

you need to tell me what it is.

HAYLEY [crying]:
Oh, my God!

[crying]

Somebody!

Please. Please.

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong!

Please. Please excuse me.

Hayley. Hayley,
what is going on?

-Let me help you.
-Don't you dare touch me!

♪ ♪

Doug talks big,
but you know the truth.

That he's really just a
weak man drowning in his vices.

Then it's up to you
to keep him in line.

And if you lie to me again,
I'll know it,

just like I did today.

I'll keep Doug under control.

You have nothing to worry about.

DOUG:
Vanessa.

I got your message.
What do you want?

I want you to back off Joey.

-[door closes]
-ELON: Mr. Armstrong.

Chief Hawthorne.
What a surprise.

What brings you out
to Lakeview Casino?

Maybe a little five-card draw?

I'm here
on official police business.

Oh. Well, I'm pretty sure

that my liquor and gaming
licenses are up-to-date.

Endless paperwork.

Isn't that the curse
of the honest businessman?

But if you really need
to see it,

I'm sure I can have
my assistant dig it up.

I'm not here about licenses.

I'm here about a m*rder.

I should have known this was
about your little boyfriend.

Why else would you want
to talk to your husband?

Have you been drinking?

It's not like
I have anything better to do

since I'm no longer working
at Garland Memorial.

Don't make it sound like
they fired you. You quit.

And I had every reason to.

I was tired of being doubted
by everyone,

condescended to constantly.

If you had just
answered Ted's questions...

How dare he question me?

My friend, the holier-than-thou
Dr. Ted Richardson,

couldn't even give me
the benefit of the doubt?

So you quitting
is Ted's fault now?

The man cheats on his wife

and has a secret kid
with another woman.

Both whom he's kept hidden away
for years.

And he has to gall to judge me?

Because you were
putting the hospital

and your patients at risk.

And your drinking
and running off at the mouth

is putting more than that
at risk.

Why does everyone in the world
cut Ted slack,

but me, not one damn bit?

I didn't ask you to come here

to talk about Ted's behavior,
but about yours.

You need to stop threatening
to expose our...

...arrangement with Joey.

Oh. Oh, you mean
the money laundering.

Oh. Will you hush?
This is not a joke, Doug.

Joey is dangerous.

m*rder?
Well, that sounds serious.

It is. A guy was recently
found shot to death

in Stance Park.

You know, I think
I read something about that.

Ugly business.

I understand
it was a robbery gone wrong.

The parks are so dangerous
these days.

They certainly can be.

But...

a busboy is a rather unlikely
target, don't you think?

Was he a busboy? I don't think
I read that in the article.

But still...
Unless he was walking around

with a sign
that said "No money here,"

it sounds like he was just
the target

of a thief in a park.

I'm tired of playing games.

Then you shouldn't have come
to a casino.

No, let's cut to the chase.

We both know the identity
of the body in the park.

Do we?

-Maybe you do.
-No.

Yes, we do.

Because we had a long talk about
him at Bill Hamilton's office.

You know,
that rings a faint bell.

-A coconspirator bell.
-No.

No. 'Cause, see,
in that conversation,

nobody said anything
about k*lling the guy.

That was a solo decision.

You're in this up to your neck.
Mr. Armstrong.

I know you're the one
who gave the k*ll order.

And as chief of police,
it's my responsibility

to do something about it.

Well, do your duty.

I won't resist.

But can I have a moment
to call my lawyer?

Come on, out with it.

I know
you're holding something back.

Well, there's...

nothing to tell.

Seriously?

This is why you lose so badly
every time you play poker.

Okay, that was just my...

-You know, a couple of times.
-Mm.

Okay, fine. I really want to
tell you what I know, but I...

-So do it.
-No, I can't.

Because I only found out in my
official capacity as a nurse,

and I cannot disclose
confidential medical information

to anyone, not even a friend.

Yeah. HIPAA, of course.

Ooh, ooh,
I could give you a dollar,

and then you could be my lawyer,

and I could
tell you everything,

and it would all be
totally legit.

But this would be sticky.

It would only work
in your defense

after someone found out
you told me.

And that's only after they found
out, which means

you could lose your job,
and I would never ask you

-to take that risk.
-Damn it.

Because I really want
to discuss this with someone.

This sounds serious.

I don't know.

Maybe it is.

That's what I've been trying
to figure out.

Well, you've told me about
your interesting cases before.

Without mentioning any names.

Got it.

[clears throat]

You know, okay, uh,

so this really interesting
situation happened

to me at the hospital.

Really? Do tell.

You stay the hell away from me!

All right, relax.
Calm down.

I-I am backing off. You see?

I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna call 911,

and-and they can send
an ambulance.

It hurts so much.

An ambulance would take
too long! I need to go now!

All right,
then let me drive you.

Get me some towels. Hayley, you
can lie down in my back seat.

-Come on.
-I said get away from me!

You are scared and in pain.

So just let me get you
to the hospital

so they can figure out what is
going on with you and your baby.

Don't do me any favors, b*tch.

I would rather go
with a total stranger

than to let you
anywhere near my baby.

You! You.
Will you help me, please?

Can you take me to the hospital?
[pained groaning]

Uh, of course. I'll take you
to the hospital.

Thank you, Mister...?

Oh, you can call me Sammy.
And your name is?

Ha.. Hayley Hamilton.

All right, Hayley Hamilton,
just lean on me.

-Yeah, just take my hand.
-Okay.

-Is that okay?
-Mm-hmm.

-I'm not hurting you, am I?
-No, no.

-I-I can't thank you enough.
-Mm.

I'm pregnant, and I'm terrified

something might be wrong
with my baby. I...

Hey, hey, I'm sure
everything will be just fine.

Let's just get you and your baby
to the hospital.

-Okay.
-I can help.

-It's okay. I got it.
-Okay, then I'll come.

No! You've already done enough.

Hayley, I am sure Bill doesn't
want you going off alone

with some stranger.
Please let me come.

Bill would want me to feel safe,

and I don't feel safe with you.

Please, Sammy, let's just go.

The pain is starting to kick in.

[Hayley yells in pain]

Hayley never had an ultrasound?

That is not what I said.

I said an unnamed patient
expressly refused a procedure,

and that refusal was noted
in her chart.

Right. But that doesn't
make any sense.

-Why would Hay...
-Uh!

...the patient
reject having an ultrasound?

I mean, they're pretty basic,
right?

Very safe.

I mean, I thought it was
pretty much a requirement

for anyone who was pregnant.

They're generally
recommended, sure.

But I've seen patients turn down
even the most tame procedures

for a variety of reasons.

Sometimes they're intimidated
by the equipment.

Sometimes they're afraid
of what the test might show.

No, that doesn't sound
like your patient.

She's always been very
conscientious about her health.

You'd be surprised.
Not all fears are rational.

I've seen even the most
practical people, you know

have the most
unreasonable fears.

Okay, if she was afraid
of having the ultrasound,

for whatever reason,
why not just say that?

Well, get this.

-When she was talking to me...
-Mm-hmm.

...she acted like
she had the ultrasound,

and now you're saying
she wants another one?

-This is not making any sense.
-I know.

I mean, maybe she discussed
having alternatives

to the procedure
with her doctor.

Maybe I'm making something
out of nothing.

But you're not, though,
because I actually saw it.

-Saw what?
-I told you.

I was with my dad earlier,
and he was going on and on

about how excited he is
about Hayley's pregnancy.

Yeah. So?

He actually showed me
a sonogram picture of the baby,

and he said
that Hayley had given it to him.

You can hold off on a lawyer.

I'm not here to make an arrest.

I'm breathless with relief.

I'm here to let you know...

...I put a lid
on the investigation.

That case is officially closed.

-I see.
-You better.

You know, I'm not the one
who doled out favors,

so I hope you appreciate
I'm doing you a big one here.

[laughing]: I think you're...
you're doing one

for yourself, as well.

And Vernon Dupree
and Bill Hamilton

and Ted and Martin Richardson.

And let's not forget

the venerable
Detective Marcel Malone.

Marcel and I take care
of each other,

which is what I'm expecting
of you, Mr. Armstrong.

See, I like being
the chief of police.

I like to think
I'm good at the job.

And I intend to keep it.

No argument here.

I happen to think
that you excel

at keeping the wrong element
in line.

You certainly have my vote.

Do we vote for chiefs of police?

As far as you
or anyone else is concerned,

I had nothing to do
with that incident two years ago

or its recent aftermath
in the park.

Can we agree to that

and put all the unpleasantness
behind us?

With pleasure.

Good.

And I trust this concludes any
business we might have together.

I can agree to that, as well.

Well, would you look at this.

The chief of police hanging out

with one of the shadiest
characters in the DMV.

Now why am I not surprised?

News flash. Joey Armstrong's
a dangerous man.

Hide your kids
and hide your wife.

Will you keep your voice down?

[laughing]:
Why? It's no big secret.

Everybody in town knows
Joey's reputation.

I'm not talking
about his reputation.

I'm talking about
what he's actually capable of.

Such as?

Anything specific
you're referring to?

JOEY:
Tonight,

we arranged for a very bad man

to be disposed of.

Disposed of?

Meaning...?

Whatever meaning
lets you sleep at night.

No, it's just...

Back off. Please.

I know Joey intimidates
a lot of people,

including you,
from the looks of it.

It saddens me, Vanessa.

Knowing you're with a man
who frightens you so.

It's not that Joey scares me.
That's not the point.

Well, my point...

is that he doesn't scare me.

I told you, I have Joey
exactly where I want him.

He can't touch me.

He already has.

Joey put a bug in your car.

Joey did what?

He put a bug in your car.

And you know this because...

He played me a recording
of you and me talking

when you said
you had the upper hand,

that you know enough
about his operation to ruin him.

If he could easily get
in my car,

I guess I should be on my guard.

Yeah, at last you get it.

I mean, if he can put a bug
in my car,

no telling
what else he might do.

You have no idea.

Obviously you do.

Why are you telling me this?

I wouldn't think
Joey would like it.

Because no matter
what's going on between us,

you're still my husband,
and I still care about you.

-You really mean that?
-Of course I do.

I could have found a way
to get rid of the bug

without saying a word to you,

but I wanted
to give you a heads-up.

At least this way, you'll be
able to be on your guard.

Thank you.

And I care about you, too.

Very much.

Which is why I want you
to heed your own warning.

Back off of Joey.

Stop laundering money for him.

Stay as far away
from this criminal as possible

before he goes down...

and takes you with him.

You've got your son
backing you up now?

I don't know if that's adorable
or incredibly stupid.

Seeing the two of you together
is quite the sight.

Where is Smitty
when you need him

to preserve this moment
for posterity?

Or better yet, Andre Richardson.

I mean, they do say a picture
is worth a thousand words,

and I know exactly which words
I'd use.

I think I'm insulted.

What do you think, Chief?
Should I be insulted?

Mr. Armstrong?

Oh, formalities?

No point in using formalities
on my account.

Mr. Armstrong,

can I have a few moments alone
with my son?

Be my guest. I need
to go out and check the casino,

make sure no one's trying
to steal from me.

Oh, and, uh, you and your son,

please feel free to help
yourself to anything in the bar.

On the house.

I'm about to go off duty anyway.

Jacob, you want anything?

No, I'm not taking anything
from Armstrong.

[Elon chuckles softly]

That make you feel better?

You think
anything could right now?

So I assume
you're not here to play cards.

At least you're right
about something.

You're here because of me.

Right again.

Hmm.

How did you know I was here?

Because you taught me
everything I know.

You've been reduced to tailing
your own father, huh?

Nah, not my father.

A crooked cop.

That is just not possible.

Ash, I literally saw
the sonogram myself.

Well, are you sure
it was a sonogram?

Because there are all sorts
of scans, you know.

Positive. Now, I may not be
a doctor or have had sonograms

of my own,
but I know what I saw.

Okay, do you remember
Giselle's baby shower

where the room was wallpapered
with sonograms

from all stages
of her pregnancy?

Ugh, God. That image is burned
into my brain.

Mine, too.

So you know I know
what a sonogram looks like.

And my dad definitely said
that Hayley gave it to him,

and said it was of their baby.

Why would she do that?

Why would she lie
about something like that?

Going to such an extreme?

Faking a sonogram?

Listen, I don't
want to speculate.

But I know
your mom has a theory about it.

My mom?

What does my mom know
of any of this?

She and Hayley don't share
information or anything else.

Dani was the one
who brought Hayley

to the hospital the day she...

The day the patient
declined the ultrasound.

And your mother was convinced
then that...

That what?

That Hayley's
faking the pregnancy.

[phone ringing]

Look, Dani,
I can't talk right now.

I'm about to board my flight
to Atlanta.

You can't.

Whatever's bothering you
can wait.

Bill,

something terrible has happened.

We have made a royal mess
of this relationship

and our lives.

I know, and I'm sorry
for my part in that.

But it's not too late.

And I'm not talking
about saving our marriage,

as much as I'd like that.

I'm talking about you.

Saving yourself
and protecting yourself.

You have to stop
doing business with Joey.

You're talking about giving up
a lot of money, Doug.

We're each getting a ten percent
cut of his operation.

It's not worth it.

I wasn't born
with a silver spoon in my mouth,

like the rest of these people,
and you know that.

I worked hard to get into
this community, into this world.

I know exactly

the value of money it takes
to make the life that we have.

And I also know what happens

when people chase that money
the wrong way

and end up in jail, or worse.

Joey is very good
at what he does.

He's not about
to end up in jail.

But how many
of his partners can say that?

Vanessa, if something happens,

Joey is going to protect
himself,

and you will be
so much collateral damage.

I hear what you're saying,
but you're wrong.

It is too late,
and I'm in far too deep.

What if you handed the business
to him outright?

Get yourself clear.

Just give Joey
the real estate business

that I've worked so hard for?
Get real.

Besides, I could still be
implicated in his...

activities.

I've done my research, Doug.

Money laundering
is a federal crime,

and the penalty is up
to 20 years in federal prison.

So if you're determined
to expose Joey,

you'd be exposing me, too.

Are you really willing
to do that?

I'm a crooked cop?

I think you jumping
to some wild conclusions here.

When I walked into the station
a while ago,

Marcel told me you just

up and closed
the Stance Park m*rder case.

Which was the right thing to do.

Without making an arrest?

Are you telling me
how to do my job now, son?

I'm just asking you
why you did that.

I figured he must be doing it
for a good reason.

Because you're a good cop,

and you trust
your superior officer,

the way you've been taught.

Exactly.
But when I went to your office

to discuss it with you,

I saw you walking out
the back door,

and my gut told me
something was off.

Yeah, and you always
trust your gut, don't you?

Just like you told me to.

And I followed you all the way
here to Joey Armstrong's casino.

And then I see you
shaking hands with that man

like y'all are good buddies.

So from what I'm seeing,

it looks like
evidence for a conspiracy.

Don't you mean
circumstantial evidence?

I think we both know
what the circumstances are here.

I always looked up to you.

You were the reason why

I wanted to join law enforcement
in the first place.

You were my role model of what
a good cop should look like.

When the other kids
talked down on cops,

I told them they were wrong,

that my dad was honest,

and he was protecting
our community.

And you got into a few fights
about it, as I recall.

More than a few.

When you handed me my badge when
I graduated from the Academy,

that was the best,
the proudest moment of my life.

Mine, too, son.

Were you dirty then?

As dirty as Marcel is now?

Shut your impudent,

ungrateful mouth, Detective,
and you listen hard.

You've played this angelic
choirboy routine once too often.

You're lucky you haven't gotten
yourself k*lled long before now.

Are you saying my job is
on the line, Chief?

You have no idea how much

you've been protected
over the years.

And maybe that's my mistake.

Because maybe a little more
exposure to reality...

Reality?

Is that what they're calling
corruption these days?

The world eats what you call
"good cops" and spits them out.

If you ever climbed
off your high horse long enough

to look beyond your
impossibly rigid moral code,

you would see
that cops and criminals,

good people and bad, struggling
to survive, but, yeah,

sometimes trampling over
the weaker ones when necessary,

but always doing
what they have to do to survive.

When good cops become criminals,
that thin blue line disappears.

You toss around
the word "criminal" pretty easy

for a cop who decides
when he does

and when he doesn't have
to do his job.

Didn't you recently decide

not to arrest Nicole Richardson
for as*ault?

There was insufficient evidence.

Oh, it happened
in a public place,

and there were a slew
of witnesses.

Including her estranged husband.

Ah, that's right, son.

I do my homework,
and I'm guessing

you and old Ted figured out
a way around him having

to implicate his wife, huh?

Yeah.

And we can't forget
about your mother-in-law.

I seem to remember
Dani pulling a g*n

at her ex-husband's wedding,
firing it twice,

nearly k*lling
the bride and groom.

You didn't exactly uphold the
letter of the law that night,

now did you, Detective?

No. You stood there,
and you did nothing.

You chose not to act. Why?

Because your wife
asked you not to.

My mother thinks Hayley is
faking her pregnancy? But why?

She thinks that Hayley wants
to tighten her hold

that she has on your father.

Yeah, that sounds
like my mother.

But I think
she's wrong on this one.

I've seen my dad
and Hayley together,

and they are
nauseatingly lovey-dovey.

And that was before the baby.

She has him
well and truly whipped.

Maybe things are starting
to cool off?

Even if they were,

Hayley has Dad's ring
on her finger,

his credit card in her wallet.

Any self-respecting gold digger
would sit back and relax,

not fake a pregnancy.

Good point.

-Maybe...
-I'm sorry.

I thought
you didn't want to speculate.

Well, now you got me going.

Maybe Hayley is afraid
that your dad's going

to leave her for your mom.

Mm, doubtful.
My parents are done-zo.

Even if my dad saw the error
in his ways

and came back
to my mom on his knees,

there's no way
she would take him back.

I wouldn't be too sure
about that.

[Naomi scoffs]

Well, you clearly haven't heard
half the names

my mom calls my dad
since the breakup.

Trust me, she's done.

All I'm saying is
that you just don't know

how powerful a hold
an ex can have on you.

I mean, especially

when the relationship
was so good for so long.

As much as your brain wants
to deny it,

all that history--

it can have a real pull.

Maybe you're right.

And look, I'm sorry
for getting us off

on this whole Hayley tangent.

I came here because you want
to talk about Derek.

And...

Andre Richardson.

Right. Okay.

So, uh, what's going on?

You know what? We can talk
about it another time.

I can see that you're really
caught up

in this whole
Hayley sonogram situation.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

Okay. Thank you
for understanding,

'cause I really need
to get to the bottom of this.

And I promise
I will keep your name out of it.

Well, especially
because I was just talking

about my patients generally.
I mentioned no names.

-Right. No names.
-Nope.

-Very good.
-Mm-hmm.

Well, I feel compelled

to confront
this unnamed patient

and see what she has to say
for herself.

Remember,
she might have a good reason.

There you go.

Always willing to give people
the benefit of the doubt.

And that's why you keep me
around-- to remind you to.

I need you in my life for
a couple other reasons, as well.

Mm.

In case I need extra cash,
I can just play you in poker.

Okay, get out of here.

-I will get back to you later.
-Yeah.

-I'll see you.
-Yeah.

Oh.

Bye. Thanks.

Wait. Okay,
I don't understand, Dani.

Did Hayley fall down,

or did someone bump into her?
What happened?

No, not that I know of.

Okay.

But how did she collapse, then?

Look,

Bill, I swear to you,

that's all I know.

Okay, so you just
left her there?

Of course not.

Bill, you should know

that I would never
harm an innocent baby,

no matter who the mother is.

Yeah, I... I do know that.

I offered to take her
to the hospital,

but you know Hayley.

She's gonna accept help
from anyone but me.

She got someone else
to take her to the ER.

Oh. Okay, good. Thank God.

So, she's at the hospital now?

I think so, but...

She needs you.

Bill, when she left Uptown,
she was so scared.

And it looked like
she lost a lot of blood.

Blood?

Okay, look,
I need to get to her.

Thank God
I'm still on the ground.

Bill?

I'm sorry.

What happened?

How's Hayley?

Is the baby okay?

I remember how you asked me
to meet you for coffee

at Orphey Gene's the day after
Bill and Hayley's wedding?

You were so upset with yourself
for failing to arrest Dani.

Remember what you said?

That you knew you had a duty to
take action, but you held back.

You said you knew how
disappointed I would be in you.

I remember.

Good. Good, 'cause then
you probably also remember

what I told you.

Well, let me refresh
your recollection.

I said

you were being unnecessarily
hard on yourself

for thinking
you were derelict in your duty.

I told you that there were
different kinds of duty.

You had a duty to your wife and
her family, as well as the job.

And that in the heat
of the moment,

a good cop has to rely
on his judgment.

Yeah, you may not always
make the right decision,

but in that case,
I think you did just fine.

And after all,
what need was there

for you
to arrest your mother-in-law

when she ended up
turning herself in anyway?

-Okay, I get your point.
-No, I don't think you do.

'Cause, see, you seem
to think that you can

slither between the cracks

and break the rules
whenever you want to,

but the rest of us
got to toe the line.

Or what?

Face the wrath of
the perfect Jacob Hawthorne?

"Good cop, bad cop"
is a strategy

we use with perps,
not a charge you make

against your brothers in blue,

let alone your own father!

Next time you want to hurl
some accusations around, boy,

you best look in the mirror.

Now, you're my son

and I love you.

And most of the time,
I'm damn proud of you.

But as your superior...

...I'm choosing not to
bring you up on various charges

that can easily be made
based on your numerous

derelictions of duty
in the past several months.

I'm also ordering you to drop
any and all investigation

into the recent robbery homicide
at Stance Park.

That case has been closed,

and you will be assigned
to desk duty for the time being.

Are there any questions?

No, sir.

I won't expose
Joey's money laundering

to the police or anyone else.

Thank God.

But I'm doing this for you,

not to save myself.

My choice would be
to take a chance.

Whatever it takes to get rid
of that piece of trash

out of our lives for good.

I know our marriage
is in shreds, but...

you're still
the mother of my children.

And I wouldn't want
Donnell and Deanna

to see their mother
hauled off to prison.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Now, what to do
about the bug in my car.

You can't remove it.
Joey will know I told you.

I know.

I guess I have to

drive in my bugged car
in silence.

Unless...

Do you know any music
that Joey really hates

that I can play at
the highest volume possible?

If I find out,
I'll let you know.

I really
appreciate you, Vanessa.

Even if I fail to show it.

Doug?

You're doing the right thing.

-I'd expect you to think so.
-Not just

because it benefits me,
but for your own sake as well.

Remember how Joey
went after Randy

when he thought
he'd betrayed him?

Well?

What did the doctor say?

Is the baby okay?

The nurses wheeled
Mrs. Hamilton into the ER

as soon as we got there.

After that, I don't know
exactly what happened.

And you didn't stay to find out?

Well, I would have,
but then she realized

she left her phone
and her purse here.

-Have you seen them?
-Yeah, it's right here.

I'll take it
to the hospital myself.

Uh, actually,
Mrs. Hamilton was really clear

that she didn't want to see...

I'm sorry,
what's your name again?

Dani. Dani Dupree.

Dani Dupree.

That was the name.

If you would take my advice...

...you would stay clear of
the hospital and Mrs. Hamilton.

I'm sure stressing her out
isn't good for her or the baby.

Maybe you're right.

You said your name was Sammy?

Uh, yeah.

I need to get
Mrs. Hamilton her phone.

Wait just a sec. I'm sorry.

You just look very familiar.

[laughs] I get that a lot.

I guess I just have
one of those faces.

Huh.

I suppose.

I'm just glad that I was here

to help that poor woman.

I sure hope Mrs. Hamilton
doesn't lose her baby.

Me, too.

[door opens]

[tablet chimes]

If you're here
to see your father,

he's out of town on business.

I know. I was here earlier.

I'm actually here
to talk to you.

I called the office,
but Caroline said

you already left. Are you sick?

I've been better,

so maybe you could
come back another time?

This won't take long.

I just have
one quick question for you.

What is it?

Why did you lie
about your ultrasound?

Told him it was on the house.

Oh. Hello.

What a wonderful surprise.

Can I interest you in a drink

or other delights?

I just came to let you know
I spoke to Doug.

I was able to convince
him to back off,

so you don't need to worry
about him making any trouble.

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzing]

What, are you insane?

What are you thinking,
showing your face in town?

Oh, my God!

Somebody!

Something's wrong with my baby!

Don't do me any favors, b*tch.

I would rather
go with a total stranger

than let you
anywhere near my baby.

b*tch.

I sure hope Mrs. Hamilton
doesn't lose her baby.

[cell phone chimes]

Well? Why did you lie
about your ultrasound?

Where's this coming from?

Ashley?

You had your BFF

snoop around in
my confidential medical records?

Ashley would never
violate HIPAA. You know that.

Okay, well, then, who did?

Because you clearly think
you know something.

So just who have
you been talking to, Naomi?

-Naomi?
-Dad?

BILL:
Hayley.

Sweetheart, hey.

Are you okay?

-You're supposed
to be in Atlanta.
-Yeah, I know.

Dani caught me
before I got on the plane.

She told me what happened.

I went to the hospital,
but you had already left.

Just tell me, sweetheart.

Are you all right?

No, Bill, I...

I'm not okay.

I lost our baby.