01x119 - Episode 119

[bunniefuu]

What do you need
to make sure Joey Armstrong

is taken out of circulation?

I am Dana Leslie Thomas,

daughter of Barbara Mitchell,

inheritor of her trust.

Leslie Thomas has
gotten her hands on the trust.

She put in an unsolicited offer

across the street.

This trust
is your chance to walk away

from all that need for revenge.

Who's ready to pre-party?

-[screams]
-MADISON: Chelsea,

where are you?

Everyone's been
calling and texting.

My teen brand ambassador
is slaying tonight.

How does it feel?

Like this is so my lane.

I mean, half of my class
is out there

and, like,
all of the fashion world.

Not quite all.

And no falls, no stutters,

no tears over side eyes.

I held it down, Pop.

Brace yourself because
model mode has been activated.

I'm proud of you, baby.

You have handled
your business like a pro

and you are crushing a gig

and keeping up
with everything else.

-That's not easy.
-Thanks.

Shouldn't Chelsea and Kat
be here by now

to make it official?

Knowing Chelsea, she's probably

still getting her lashes done.

You seriously have no idea
what it takes

to look that flawless.

Right, because my baby
wakes up like this.

Mmm, period.

Chelsea, remember
that thing about

staying on Kat's good side?

Where are you? Everyone's
been calling and texting.

Call me back or just get here.

We're starting to worry.

I was just with her.

She was nervous but excited.

Everything she's worked for
was leading up to tonight.

She would never be this late.

♪ ♪

Voicemail again,
and the mailbox is full.

The whole world
is calling to congratulate her.

She may be on another call,

or maybe she had a flat

and she's on with AAA.

That's a lot of "maybes," Daddy.

[phone chimes]

Oh, my goodness.

Hey guys, you can
stop your worrying.

She's okay?

I figured it all out.

After all the angst and drama,
it's finally here.

Today, my bag line with
my bestie cousin

drops at
the Fairmount Country Club

and y'all know
I'm going to bring you with me

every step of the way,
so stay tuned.

I'll be going live at the event.

This is prerecorded.

Scheduled.

Something's seriously wrong.

I'll text Martin
and see if she's at the club.

I'll go to your place.
If her car broke down

between here and there,
then maybe--

Kat, she wants you to go on
with the launch. We can--

Can't do that, Granddad.

Chelsea and I have done this
together every step of the way.

I'm not doing this without her.

[phone chimes]

Chelsea's not at the club.

Naomi?

I'm calling Jacob.

You stay here in case she shows.
I'll head to the studio.

I'll text you when I find her,

right after I yell at her
for worrying us.

And then we'll head straight
to the club.

It'll be okay.

♪ ♪

Help me!

Somebody, please help me!

I'm trapped here!

Somebody, help!

[groans]

Ah. Okay,
I'm sending this to Dad,

Tyrell and
all of my new followers.

Tyrell's taking queens
on the chess board

while I'm becoming one.

Your brother should be about
an hour out from checkmate.

Yeah, I just hate that
we all aren't together,

but at least we have tons of
Pop and Samantha hours

to bank for all the time
that we missed.

I missed you, too.

It's way easier to Parent Trap
you and Dad now

that you're in the same house.

I may be in the same house,

but I'm not back with Dad.

He'll change his mind.

I hope you're right.

I hate the distance between us,

distance that I caused.

But you, your dad and Tyrell,

you're my life,

and I hope you know that, right?

You're seriously
testing my mascara.

Noted.

I did see
that little man in the suit

circling your table.

Something you want to tell me?

Our deal with you dating
is full transparency

or nothing at all.

His name is Nathan,

and he hasn't asked me out.

Yet.

Okay.

Chelsea was worried
that something bad

was going to happen,

and I got her to chill, but

what if I said something that
made her let her guard down?

Don't go there, Madison.

Okay? We need to concentrate
on taking action.

So, a police report?

Covered in Maryland
and most states now.

There's no waiting period
for filing

a missing person report.

So, these first
few hours matter.

It's not technically my case,

but she's my sister-in-law,
so I'm on it.

-Thank you, baby.
-Of course.

It's better to be safe than--

There will be
no reason to be sorry.

I'll check with George
at the gate.

Daddy already called.

George is pulling
the tapes for you.

Thanks, that'll save time.

This is probably
just us all overreacting,

and Chelsea's
going to be so annoyed

that we made this
into such a huge thing.

If something feels off,
we check it out.

I'll never feel sorry
for taking care of this family.

NAOMI:
Thank you, baby.

Yeah.

Thanks, Jacob.

I feel like
I'm coming out of my skin.

You need the solarium.

It's a perfect place
for a little alone time, huh?

I'd like that.

Okay, I'll show you where it is.
Come on.

Maybe we should head over to
the club and run interference.

Martin's there. I've texted him

to put on his charm
for the madding model crowd.

He promised he'd let us know
the minute Chelsea shows up.

Chelsea was never late
for a single model call,

and she wasn't even
all in on modeling.

Design lights her fire,

and this is the moment
she chooses to be late?

[scoffs] I don't think so.

Well, nothing
jumped out for Jacob

on the security tapes
at the gate.

He's heading over
to Chelsea and Kat's studio.

We'll figure this out.

[phone chimes]

It's from Bill.

He's at the club,

waiting for the launch to start,

and Chelsea's not there.

He's getting worried
because he can't reach her.

I have to call him.

He needs to know.

Chels, where have you been?

-I've looked--
-JACOB: She's not here.

[sighs] I know,

I've already
looked through this place.

Then I ran to Aunt Dani's
just in case,

checked the garage.
Her car is still here.

She might have
taken a car service.

I guess, but I don't know,

this just
doesn't make any sense.

But I did notice one thing.

[cries]

Oh, God.

Oh, this can't be real.

This--
Oh, God, this can't be real.

[whispering]:
This can't be real,
this can't be real.

DANI:
Chelsea?

Chelsea Bear. Aw.

Mom, someone took me
and they chained me up and...

How am I here?

Well, this is where you're
supposed to be tonight, baby.

Celebrating, with your family,

the launch of ChelseaKat.

So I'm still in that cabin.

And we are doing everything
we can to get you back.

Hurry, I... I can't take this.

Remember what I told you
about modeling calls?

Uh, so much.

Be what they want.

That's your job.

That's how you get them
to let you walk.

Figure out
what their fantasy is.

You're not a coat hanger
and you're not a blank canvas.

You're a chameleon.

This isn't runway, Mom.

This is life and death.

There is
only one option, Chelsea,

and that's your life.
Saving your life.

I don't even know who took me.

Don't you?

Mom...

Work your angles.

Like your life
depends on it, Chelsea.

Work it, baby.

What...

DANI:
You got this, girl.

I forgot gloves.

When I came in here early,
I was touching things.

I don't even remember
what-what is happening.

She could have forgotten this.

You could have forgotten that.

Chelsea and her phone
have a long-term, committed

codependent relationship.

Okay, you have a point.
Look, just stay calm, Kat.

And don't touch anything.
I'm calling in forensics.

Well, I need
to update the family.

Do that.

Kat, I'm going to
put you on speaker.

Chelsea's not here,
but we found her phone.

-Oh, my God.
-Literally seen her jump over

a couch to get to that thing.

MADISON:
She would never.
She's in trouble.

And every minute
that we sit here, we're just--

KAT:
We're not sitting.

Jacob's here,
and he called forensics.

Okay, we officially have
a missing person's case.

How about the FBI?
Have they been notified?

They have, and the department's
sending a K-9 unit as well.

Kat, what about Chelsea's phone?
Can you access it?

Yes, I can. I didn't even think.

I have Chelsea's password.

Okay, we'll call you back.

We've got calls
of our own to make.

[phone vibrating]

It's Bill.

Sorry, Dani.
I saw that you called,

but I was caught up
with a client

whose actually
attending the launch.

Listen, I know how you Duprees
like to make an entrance,

but your fashion cronies from
New York are getting restless.

They're going
to start breaking glass

and taking those purses
out of those museum cases

any second now.

sh**t, I wanted you to say

she was already there.

Chelsea's not with you?

What happened
to the champagne toast?

She missed the toast.

That was probably my fault.

I held her up when
I stopped by the studio

to wish her luck,
but she was totally fine.

She left her phone.

Left it?

At her place.

She's gone.

Bill, our baby's gone.

I'm on it.

The one thing
we have in our favor is--

NICOLE:
Chelsea's social media presence.

ANITA:
Precisely.

Everyone knows
our girl's face and name.

She walks into a café
and phones start recording

like it's press night.

No one could snatch her

without someone
knowing about it.

So we will find out

what was seen, what was heard,
what was posted,

and we'll trace it back
to whoever might have...

...interfered with our girl.

That just
makes it worse, Mother.

We now have
two million suspects.

No, we have just one.

And it's not some random
stranger or some Chelseafam.

It's Allison.

I can hear you creeping.
Who's there?

Allison?

I heard you. Stop hiding.

You knew.

I hoped you would.

That's proof that you wanted me

as much as
I wanted you all along.

That's why you said my name.

Oh, that makes me so, so happy.

Okay, I fast-tracked
the warrant,

so I'm legally
permitted to access.

-What's the password?
-Uh, it's 747792.

It spells "sissy2,"
like our moms, you know?

Okay, I'll give you
a lecture on stronger passwords

after we find Chelsea.

What are you going to look for?

The last person
she spoke to or any weird

or threatening texts.

But nothing jumps out.

I'll just secure it
and make sure forensics

has the password
so they can do a full dump.

Okay, well, what's next?

[sighs] Well, looking for
signs of a struggle.

Oh, my gosh.
I-I could have

touched something important

that would have
helped you find her.

No, it's okay.
We'll exclude your prints.

-But look, Kat, I really think--
-Please.

Don't send me away.

I need to help. This is Chels.

All right, look,
just don't touch anything else.

But I do need you.

To do what?

Stand here
and cheer your search?

Sorry, I'm snarky
when I'm scared.

This is your place.
Just look around

for anything out of the ordinary
or just doesn't belong.

Um...

Chelsea's brush

is on the table.
She always puts it away.

Okay, good.

Keep looking.

Allison!

Why do you keep disappearing?

Let me go! Allison!

I'm dreaming again.

-[chain rattles]
-[groans]

These should be off.

Tell me something.

How did you never
learn to pick a lock,

with all that freaky
handcuff stuff you're into?

Kat, we're...

I'm seriously out of depth here.

No, we're not.

I've listened to every
crime podcast known to woman,

and right now, although
it doesn't feel like it,

you have more power
than you think.

[scoffs] Did you miss
my new bracelet?

Trés chic.

You know where
most captors mess up?

They underestimate the victim.

And you're used to that, right?

From your modeling days?

What did you do
when they talked down to you?

[stammers] Play along.

Um... see what
I could learn from them.

Your mind is
your strongest tool, Chels.

And your most powerful weapon.

What does she know

that you need to know?

See you soon, coz.

Wait, Kat...

[cries]

Most people don't know
how smart you are.

Chaining me to a bed like this,

you know it's not okay, right?

Oh. Well, that's just
to make sure you don't leave.

So you brought me here to...

to punish me?

I would never hurt you.
How could you think that?

First clue.

And what am I supposed to think

when you're making me miss
the biggest night of my life?

I'm sorry about your launch,

but Van Gogh sold more paintings

when he was dead
than when he was alive.

It'll be just like that
for your pretty purses.

Relax, okay?
I'm not going to unalive you.

You used to laugh all the time.

You were the most
carefree girl in the world.

Where'd that sense of humor go?

Why are you doing this?

You told me
that I made you feel again.

Made you realize what you
really wanted, but you forgot.

It'll come back to you.

We were never
some great love story.

We were a hookup.
We were in a threesome.

And you're the one
who kicked me to the curb

because you were
in love with your husband.

And it's not my fault
he turned into an a*usive prick.

Stop saying mean things.

Sorry.

You're right.

I felt something for you.

I thought it was real.
I thought we were real,

but we were
clearly something else.

We were real.

We were the realest thing
that either of us

have ever experienced.

Remember what
I said when you dumped me?

When you didn't
want to be with me?

About me being with Madison?

She's clouding your vision.

That's not like what we have.

And the longer
you're away from her,

the sooner you'll forget her.

That will never happen.

It will.

We were meant for each other.
Admit it.

Admit it!

Oh, my God.

I've made
Chelsea Hamilton speechless.

Okay.

It's going to be really fun,
making you love me again.

Allison and Chelsea
were together for a hot minute.

Chelsea gave Allison credit
for helping her realize

she wanted a real relationship,

which is
what she found with you.

Honey, why would Allison
turn around

and kidnap Chelsea
after she dumped her?

According to Chelsea,
she's changed.

I don't know what
happened to that put together

professional woman
Chelsea fell for,

but the Allison I met
is nothing like that.

I've only met her once
but she seemed nice enough.

She's unhinged.

First, she started showing up
everywhere Chelsea was.

Coincidence?

Chelsea thought so at first,

but then it kept happening.

Then she showed up
injured at Orphey Gene's.

What kind of injury?

She said she fell.

Then she changed her story,
claimed her husband beat her.

But you don't believe her.

I don't know how to explain it,

but it almost feels like
she's playing some sort of game.

And when Chelsea doesn't play,

Allison loses it.

She's angry and violent, even.

Violent to Chelsea?

Not physically, but it felt like
it could get there.

What did Chelsea tell her?

That Allison
needed to stay away.

I thought she was gone.

But now, I think she just
went quiet to plan this.

Oh, my God.

Well, you're the professional.

Do you think this Allison
could have taken Chelsea?

I mean, the woman
that Madison is describing

sounds like
she could be capable.

Oh, my God.

Would you
repeat this story to Vernon?

-Absolutely.
-Excuse me.

I never thought
I'd be saying these words

about any of our kids,

but maybe we should contact
missing persons organizations.

[doorbell rings]

-I'll get it.
-Okay.

-Dad.
-Hey.

Honey,

I promise you,
we're going to find

your sister, okay?

[crying]:
Our baby girl.

My family will find me.

You think
I didn't think of that?

When you love someone,

considering all
the little details is key.

What do you mean?

Millions of followers
equals millions of suspects.

But just in case
that wasn't enough,

I gave them your number one fan.

I don't understand.

Meet Edie.

She's been
a Chelsfam for weeks now,

and when she saw
your recent post with Madison,

she couldn't stand the idea
of being apart from you anymore.

She's your number one fan.

And you can guess the rest.

The police can trace phones.

I'm good.

And by the time
they find this place,

I promise you, we'll be gone.

Where?

Some place only I know.

Oh, there's some friends
over there. I'll be right back.

[phone chimes]

Uh... Pop, what's wrong?

Um, you were
telling me about Nathan.

I thought we were over you
being so overprotective.

If it were up to me, you would
never leave the house again.

You're taking
a step into the real world,

and that makes you vulnerable.

Not just with a boy, but...

with this whole launch.

You can't stop me
from growing up.

But I can prepare you.

Samantha, there are
dangers everywhere.

And I just want
to make sure you're safe.

See? Safe.

I wonder what's taking
Chelsea so long?

She would literally
be on my side with this.

There are
faint signs of a struggle,

according to the floor.

Is there blood?

None that could be seen
with the naked eye.

-But there could be.
-We start with what we can see.

Fabric fibers, soil traces,
they all seem to lead

to the door as if
someone was dragged.

So, then,
the person who took her

had to have been small.

If it was a big dude,
he wouldn't bother dragging her.

He would just throw her
over his shoulder.

Forensics can figure it out.
And this will help.

We can't give them the phone.
That's our strongest lead.

You said I know her
better than anyone.

They're not going to know
what to look for, but I do.

Kat, they can trace messages

to locations. You can't do that.

-And once they're done--
-Wait.

We don't need the phone.

We have this.

Tonight's presentation
was on Chelsea's tablet,

and I've had it
with me the whole time.

So it's not evidence.

And that's synced to her phone?

All her calls and her socials.

Between forensics

and this tablet,

we're going to find her.

There's a good chance
there's a stalker, Bill.

You have a name?

Allison Bailey.

I want you to do what you do.

Yeah.

I'm going to fix this
for our girl,

for you, I swear to you.

Handcuffs off?

Handcuffs off.

You scorch the damn earth
if you have to.

Bring her home.

Yeah.

Close your eyes for a bit.

You'll need some rest
for what's to come.

Do it.

Madison and I are together.
I was going to tell you

at the party,
but now I don't know when

I'll get a chance to see
you and tell you, so, surprise.

What? No reaction?

I thought it would be
a bigger moment.

Chelsea,

I do whatever
I want with my life

with everything in me.

And I don't expect my daughter
to be any different.

Never feel the need
to hide things,

from me or anyone.

Except maybe this crazy woman
that's got you locked up.

She's scaring me, Daddy.

I know, I know.

But I'll do my part to fix this.

You know it's who I am.

But while I do that,
I need you to do your part.

What's that?

Buy me some time, hmm?

Play nice, get in her head.

-Bill Hamilton charm.
-Mm-hmm.

But don't be afraid
to mix it up, okay?

Keep her off center.

Do you remember what
I taught you and your sister?

Uppercut, weave, left hook?

Yeah. They never see
the hook coming.

Come on. Come on.

Do it with me. Come on.

All right. Remember?
Just like this.

Yep, get in there. Okay?

Do it with me.
Uppercut, weave, left hook.

Again.
Uppercut, weave, left hook.

One more time.
Stay with me, right here.

Keep your guard up.

Uppercut, weave, left hook.

That's my girl.

Mm.
[chuckles]

I know it's not exactly
what you're used to,

but I'm not exactly domestic.

But it's takeout from Uptown.
I got your favorites.

Their famous ink pasta
with the side of Dover sole

and truffle fries.

You're surprised
I know your favorites?

I know everything about you.

I've been liking and
following and subscribing

to you from the second you made
your first Insta account.

You said you weren't
plugged in when we met.

Because I didn't
want to scare you off,

but I can tell you now.

I'm your biggest fan.

We didn't just meet, did we?

It was like
you made a map just for me.

Where to find you,
how to make you fall for me.

The reason it felt like
we knew each other

when we first met was because

I studied you like homework.

Was there anything about us,

about you, that wasn't a lie?

Chelsea and Kat had a great idea

about the teen ambassador
thing, right?

I mean-- Wait, what is
taking them so long to get here?

It was an excellent compromise.

You got a taste
of the modeling world

without having to leave home.

Yeah, that was the right call.

With great Dupree power comes
great responsibility, I guess.

And with
that name and that power,

it also comes with
a target on your back.

There's something
you should know.

How's it going in here?

Easier now that Kat shared

Chelsea's
social media passwords.

I'm checking her DMs
to see if there are

any messages
out of the ordinary.

Looking for anyone
who seems to love or hate her

a little too much.

I'm forwarding that list
of the worst to the police.

I'm looking for Allison,

scoping out
if any of these profiles

might be her in disguise.

Thank you for believing me.

You gave us
our only lead we have.

I just hope

Allison gave the hospital
the right home address,

and that she loves Chelsea
enough to not hurt her.

Your gran gave you a dress
when you were little.

It was robin egg blue.
That's your favorite color.

And you hate bows
and you loved taffeta.

And you loved Cowboy Carter
and Chappell Roan

and La Roche and Dior.

I love you, Gran.

Oh, don't say that like you're
never going to see me again.

She's crazy, and I'm--

Chelsea Hamilton.

Don't believe her lies,

that this is happening
because of your fame.

This is happening
because that woman is broken.

She's got a plan,

and you need to circumvent it.

How?

By listening.

It's what you've done
with your mom, me, Kat,

other models,
your fellow designers.

You listen,
you learn, you adapt.

That's who you are, Chelsea.

Who I am? That's it.

And what do you have?

The spotlight.

Your name, your power,
your reach, your family.

It's what will hold you together
and save you in the end.

There isn't
a single resource we won't use

to bring you home safely.

No one takes a Dupree.

Remember who you are.

And that we are coming.

ALLISON:
What's funny?

Have you been listening?

I love you better than anyone.

I know you better than anyone.

So do a million teenagers,

but that doesn't
make them my soul mates.

There were things
you mentioned that I never

put on my socials.

Like that story about Milan.

I-I only told Madison.

And I heard every word.

Look, you're so used
to having all eyes on you,

you didn't notice mine.

And it didn't hurt
that you live your life

so loud, your voice carries.

It doesn't even
sound like you like me.

You don't even know
what love is.

Love doesn't chain you to a bed!

No, this isn't coming out right.

This isn't, this isn't happening
how I saw it in my head.

Just stop talking.
Just stop talking.

Just stop. Just stop.

Just stop. Ju-- Just stop.

No accidents, no Jane Doe's
in the last couple of hours.

Well, that's good news.

[phone chimes]

Kat.

She wants me to call Martin.

Excuse me.

I'll take care of her.

Is there any news?

NICOLE:
No, not yet,

but, um, we need your help.

-Anything.
-Kat just sent a text.

She wants you
to call off the launch.

This night
meant so much to Chelsea.

And we will reschedule when
she is here to take her bows.

What reason do I need to give?

The truth.

We want you to get
every person in that room

to tap into their social media
and get the word out.

We need them
to help us find Chelsea.

VERNON:
We'll do it here.

It's more personal.

We want to show
the world that Chelsea

has a home
and family waiting for her.

Yeah, we'll announce the reward
at the press conference.

I'm thinking
just Dani and me on camera.

-Madison?
-Upstairs with Mother and Naomi.

Mother's working the phones.

She even texted Sharon
and Tracy to get them

to reach out to
their Articulette followers.

That's good.

I'm texting Andre.

I want him to handle
the live stream.

You should. That way, we'll be
in control of the narrative

and make sure the entire world
is invested in our girl.

Right.

VERNON:
Where do we stand?

The address we had for
Allison Bailey was bogus,

-so we're pursuing
other avenues.
-No,

you can't do that.

Kat, tell him I'm right.

We have to focus
all our energy on Allison.

You find her, you find Chelsea.

[tablet chimes]

Chelsea's tablet.

"I can't live without you.
I'm coming for you.

"I'll have you or no one will.

"See you soon. XOXO.

Edie, your number one fan."

Who the hell is Edie?

That message from Edie
could be Allison just trying

-to throw us off.
-I agree.

The timing doesn't sit right.

-Neither does the message.
-That bothered me, too.

Why tell Chelsea
she's coming for her?

Why leave
a trail for the police?

See? Allison.

Or one of her
millions of followers.

Wait, this account has
only been up for about a month.

Well, that's hardly enough time

to become a die-hard fan.

Any of Chelsea's real fans

would have been
liking her posts for years.

Edie doesn't exist.

Allison thinks she's
tricked us, but she hasn't.

We may not know
where to find Chelsea,

but we know where to start.

The hospital where
Allison took the fall.

We followed up on that address.

Maybe her insurance information?

I'll call the station.

ANITA:
Sweetheart,

what can I do for you?

Tell me your secret.

How are you not
melting down right now?

I'm saving it up.

Every bit of strength,
every bit of energy.

In case you need me.

And you need to save it, too,

for when your baby comes home,

Jacob's dealing with the police.

You and Bill
have the presser in hand?

Yeah, we do.

You're leaving?

I've got another base to cover.

An old director friend
at the FBI.

Already reached out.

Buchanan. Of course.

I'm meeting him at Uptown.

Want to take a ride?

Let's go.

We got this, sweetheart.

Okay.

[crying]

[groans]

Madison!

Chelsea!

[hyperventilating]

I can't... I can't breathe.

Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me.

Tell me five things you can see.

You. You, your outfit.

Your hands holding mine.

Your hair, your eyes.

Now, four things you can feel.

I'm scared.

Tangible things, Chelsea.

The floor. The floor.
The shackles.

My clothes, my clothes.
Your touch.

Is it real?

Nothing could be more real.

I'm with you. I love you.

Calm your heart.
Control your mind.

Focus.

Find your way back to me.

I will.
I will find my way back.

ALLISON:
Dinner's ready.

Come on. Have a seat. Come on.

I've missed kissing you.

What are we toasting to?

Our new beginnings.

We're putting all this Meredith
stuff behind us, and we're

starting over, just
like we should have all along.

Challison.

Oh, let me.

To Allison.

Once upon a time, I thought

you were actually the one,

but now I see you are

absolutely,
unequivocally insane.

But that won't matter
when my family comes for you,

because they are coming.

So...

cheers to that.

Lady at the wine store said

this was a great cab
to go with pasta.

After everything
that I've done for you,

you're ruining it!

You're supposed to be
the love of my life,

so stop being
an ungrateful b*tch!

I am the one
who decides when this is over.

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