01x120 - Episode 120

[bunniefuu]

TYRELL:
Pop, this isn't right. Chelsea

would never ghost
her own launch like that.

She's been grinding for months,
sweating every detail.

Complete radio silence.

Her team can't even reach her.

Comments are blowing up
all on her Instagram feed.

Everybody's shook. Chelsea's
not gone 'cause she wants to be.

I can feel it.

Yeah, I sent a text
to the family group thread

-for updates.
-And?

Nothing beyond Chelsea
being a missing person.

Hey, you know,
why don't we wait a beat

and see what happens, okay?

We don't know
what we don't know.

Bluesky's
are blowing up right now.

"Where's Chelsea?" is trending.

Do you guys have any real info?

They shut down the launch.
That's all we know,

and-and Pop's been
on the phone since we left.

Hey, hold that thought.
I'm on the phone with Mom.

She's coordinating with everyone
to figure out what happened.

Okay. You were saying?

SAMANTHA:
You, uh, you won again.

You're really in your bag,
big bro. Congrats.

Nobody cares about a trophy.

Our cousin could be in trouble,

and we don't even know
what happened to her.

What if it's something,

like, really bad?

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.

Do you have any idea what I went
through to make this perfect?

It was all curated
for your special taste.

The lavender-scented candles
that you use

in your self-care Sunday post.

The wine that you serve
at all of your celebrations,

the food from Uptown,
all of your favorites.

That's how much
I care about you, Chelsea.

You really think
stalking my socials

and memorizing every aspect of
my life makes this a love story?

News flash:
it makes you a lunatic.

This isn't love. It's psychotic.

You got me chained up in here

like we're in
a low-budget horror movie.

Always the influencer
making everything so dramatic!

You're missing
the bigger picture here, baby.

This is our opportunity
to reconnect,

to fix what went wrong, and
to finally be on the same page.

You're a psycho!

♪ ♪

-So good.
-Right?

I can't believe
I slept on this movie.

Me, the girl who's seen
every single thing

Queen Bey's ever touched.

Even the epic
Coachella performance?

Five times, honey.

Got every dance memorized.

-[laughing] Oh, my God.
-[laughs]

Like, I really could sub in
for any of those dancers

-at this point.
-Same!

Though, I've probably watched
this movie even more.

Okay, and is that
for Beyoncé or Idris?

Listen,

-when God was handing out fine,
-Mm-hmm?

Idris got in line twice.

[laughs]

[British accent]:
Would you like a spot of tea

for that thirst, darling?

First of all,
don't waste the snacks.

And second...

[British accent]: you need
to work on that accent, darling.

[regular accent]:
Well, it seems like this movie

isn't the only thing
giving obsessed.

[regular accent]:
Guilty as charged.

Ugh, it's no way
that I would've had

this much fun
if I was still pregnant.

God, Hayley, I'm-I'm so sorry
you went through that.

I appreciate it, and you.

It's nice having a real friend
when I've basically been

blacklisted
from all things Dupree.

But, you know, who needs
their bougie-a*s events anyway?

I'd rather watch paint dry.

I would too,

as long as shirtless Idris
was the one doing the painting.

[laughs] I can't with you.

-Good luck with the FBI guy.
-Yeah, Buchanan.

If there are any strings
to pull, we'll get it done.

Chelsea's coming home to us.
You hold on to that.

Thanks, Mom.

Hey. Your parents
are gonna work their magic.

Yeah. You know them.

They're all the way on it.

Using every connection,
including the feds.

Yeah.

God, Bill,

all those fights
I had with Chelsea.

Why was I so hard on her?

No, Dani, no, no. Stop that.

All right? Look.
You've been an amazing mother.

You don't have
anything to regret.

Me, on the other hand...

I...

I know I could've been
more present, you know?

Chelsea always felt like
I favored Naomi,

and that-that wasn't true.

You know,
I-I loved them both the same.

I don't know, maybe I never
knew how to show it.

Hey.

She is gonna be fine, okay?

We just have to have faith

that our girl's
coming home soon.

All right?

My God, I hope she's okay.

What has my queen looking
so troubled this evening?

The Duprees.
Dani's daughter Chelsea was

supposed to be at her purse
launch this evening, but...

something's wrong.

You don't really care
about that, do you?

What I care about
is why you called me here.

But seeing you in that outfit
makes the trip over worthwhile.

You clean up pretty well
yourself.

Though I was starting to think
you were standing me up.

Oh, I had a situation
at the casino.

Some Harvard MBA decided

he could count cards
at my table.

Ivy League education and
the street smarts of a toddler,

so I had to straighten him out.

Am I afraid to ask?

He won't be playing those odds
at my place anytime soon.

Now, why don't you
tell me why you called?

What's the urgency?

Let me at least
get you a drink first.

You know, your money is no good
around me. You know that.

And why don't you
tell me what's wrong?

I think we should pull back
from whatever this is.

Look, I'll admit,
at first, it stung

being excluded from
the Dupree's inner circle,

especially after being
accepted the way I had been,

but now, I'm so over
those people

and their holier than thou-ness.

Trust me, I am sleeping

just fine.

So you're telling me
that there's

not even a tiny part of you
that feels something

when Bill's with Dani?

Like tonight,
at Chelsea's launch?

You can be honest, Hayley.
It's just us here.

It's his daughter's event.

What am I supposed to do--
throw a fit every time

he needs to co-parent?

I'm not that desperate woman
trying to keep

her husband away from his kids.

Everyone's on edge
waiting for news.

How's Dani handling it?

How do you think? She's
falling apart at the seams.

Bill and Naomi
are in the kitchen

trying to convince her
to eat something,

but you know how Dani is
when she's scared.

She's already imagining
the worst.

Speaking of Naomi...

She's trying to be strong,
but I can see right through it.

It's her sister, after all.

Mother and Daddy just left
to go speak

to one of their contacts
at the FBI.

Let me help, Mom.

I have direct contacts
at all the major tech companies:

Apple, Google, Meta.

We can trace
her digital footprint.

Thank you, Martin. Really.

Tyrell and Samantha?

Here with Smitty and me.

Hold them close tonight for me.

We're gonna find Chelsea, Mom.

Whatever it takes.

Pop, what's happening?

Based on what they found
at Chelsea and Kat's,

they think Chelsea
has been kidnapped.

What? Are you for real?

That lead from Allison's visit
to the hospital,

when you checked her out
the other day?

Yeah. Did it give you anything?

It's a dead end. When billing
tried to process her insurance,

everything came back fake.

It's as if she knew
exactly what she was doing.

Kat, any luck with the tablet?

I've gone through everything.
Dating apps, DMs, photos.

It's like she tried to erase
Allison completely.

I mean, I can't blame her.
What about the husband?

You mean to tell me
this woman that's obsessed

with Chelsea is married?

Not happily, trust me.

Okay, now I'm lost.

It was a whole
throuple situation.

You don't want to know
the details.

-Does this husband have a name?
-Uh... Craig, I think.

Allison's last name was Bailey,
so it could be his, too.

Maybe it's on her emergency
contact form at the hospital.

I don't need it. There's a Craig
in Chelsea's contacts.

Please tell me there's a number.

No digits, but I found his IG.
Messaging him now.

Come on, Craig.

Give us something
we can use to find our girl.

Remember what I said earlier
about not wanting to hurt you?

You're already hurting me.

Or what, you thought
that kidnapping me

and chaining me to a bed was
some twisted kind of foreplay?

Don't be cute.

Not while I'm trying so hard
to make this special for us.

Special?

Girl, you need
some serious help.

I-I'm giving you a chance to
do this the nice way, Chelsea.

To remember what we had
and what we can have again

if you just stop fighting it.

We never had anything real.

This just proves
how crazy you really are.

Crazy? Oh, baby,
you haven't seen crazy yet.

Just keep talking and you might.

Allison.

-We need to stop this.
-Do we?

Because that's not what your
eyes are telling me right now.

Th-This is not
about our attraction.

Doug's in over his head,
and I can't stand by

while you drag him under.

Doug isn't even here.

-It's just you and me.
-That's the problem.

When I'm with you,
I forget everything else.

You're not just another game.

You're real. Dangerous.

And that's exactly why
you can't stay away.

Why you won't stay away.

I don't even want to know
what that's about.

Not our concern.
We have a granddaughter to find.

NICOLE:
You're working?

I have court tomorrow,

and the judge has
a reputation for tearing apart

any case that's not airtight.

And you feel like that's
what you need to be doing

right now in the middle
of everything else?

My client is a single mother
of three,

and the bank is trying
to foreclose on her house

because of some
predatory lending practice

that was buried
in the fine print.

I can't let this woman
lose her home because I was...

too distracted.

I hear you wanting
to help your client,

but I'm wondering
if there is something else

that's driving you.

Sometimes, when we feel
powerless in one situation,

we try to assert control
in another.

You're way too good at that.

The therapist thing?
Damn straight.

Well, another success story
for Dr. Dupree.

Made me realize
what I was actually doing.

You know, in court...

...I'm unstoppable.

One look at a witness

and I can tear
their entire testimony apart.

One misstep by opposing counsel,
and I have them dead to rights.

I hardly ever lose

'cause I can always find
the angle.

I always find a way to win.

But what good
is any of that now?

Everybody's already
doing something.

Jacob is working his contacts,

Kat is combing through
social media, and me?

I am sitting here, useless.

Reviewing case law
like it matters,

like any of this matters
when Chelsea is...

She's out there somewhere,
Aunt Nicole.

And I can't...

I can't save her.
I can't fix this. I can't...

-She's my baby sister.
-I know, sweet girl.

I know.

You can call him, you know.

We're supposed to be having
a girls' night,

which will be over
the minute your husband

walks through the door,

so why don't you
give Bill a call?

-Find out his ETA.
-I don't want to sound needy.

Just blame it on me

not wanting to start a movie
you won't finish.

I like the way you think. Okay.

Hey, babe.
Listen, something's happened.

Chelsea is missing, and

we think she's been kidnapped.

What? No, no, no, no.

That's-that's terrible.
Who would do that?

We don't know.
I'm at the Duprees' right now.

I'm trying to go over where
our next steps are gonna be

with the rest of the family.

Okay, I'm coming over.

No, that's
not a good idea, babe.

You being here would just...
it would just complicate things.

I'm your wife.

I should be with you
during crisis.

Not now. Not this time.

Look, I'll fill you in
when I can, okay?

Love you. Bye.

I love you, too--

Look, Chelsea is smart.

She's resourceful, okay?

She built her whole social media
empire all on her own.

I'm sure she can
get over on this crazed fan.

Crazed fan?

No. This Alison woman
is more than that.

Who is she, exactly?

You don't know.

Bill, Allison is the woman
who broke Chelsea's heart.

I've been through Craig's
entire social media feed.

There's not one picture tagged
with an Allison anywhere.

No variations of Allison
or nicknames or initials either?

You've seen this woman.
What am I missing?

Nothing.

Craig has multiple pictures
with women,

but none are the Allison I met.

Me either.

Although it does seem that
this throuple arrangement

appears to have been
one of many.

Keep working it.

One receipt, one tag,
one check-in--

that's all we need. I got people
working around the clock

trying to find whatever they can
about this Craig,

possible last name Bailey--

marriage license, property
records, the whole nine.

Dr. Montgomery,
you're still here.

I've been helping Jacob and Kat
go through Chelsea's accounts.

Ah, well...
Thanks for being here.

Chelsea needs friends
like you right now.

Craig DM'd me back.
He's down to meet.

-Who is Craig?
-Allison's husband.

-What?
-KAT: It's a whole situation.

We don't have time to explain.
You coming?

We'll be back.

-KAT: Jacob, let's go.
-I'm coming.

I'll walk you out.

I don't know what's worse.

Being powerless
while my daughter's in danger

or realizing how much
of her life I missed.

I mean, what kind of father
doesn't even know his own child?

The second part is fixable.

When we find her-- and we will--

you'll have time
to truly know your daughter.

I pray you're right.
I can't lose that chance.

-Vernon.
-Buck.

-Mrs. Dupree.
-Anita, please.

It's good to see you,
Assistant Director Buchanan.

Hey, I'm Buck. Especially when
I'm hanging out with this guy.

We spent a lot of time
in the trenches together.

Yes. Times have changed.

You made it to assistant
director at the FBI.

I made it to the Senate.

From civil rights activists
to the halls of power.

Who would've thought?

I'm sorry. We didn't ask
for this meeting to reminisce.

-We need your help, Buck.
-What's the situation?

It's our granddaughter, Chelsea.

She's disappeared from her home.

There's this woman who's
apparently been stalking her.

We need to know what you can do,

and please,
time is of the essence.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised

that you want
to pump the brakes.

So you also recognize
we've been playing with fire?

Oh, no, beautiful,
that's where you're wrong.

I have an insatiable appetite
for the fire.

But you, for all your talk
that you're ready,

we both know
that you've been pretending.

Don't diminish
what we had, Joey. It was real.

Is real, present tense.

And that's what terrifies you.

You see, you want the thrill
without the consequence.

The danger without the burn.

But my world doesn't work

like your escort escapades.

You're being awfully c*ck
for a man getting turned down.

Just being honest.

Run all you want, Vanessa,
but now that you've had

a taste of the real thing,
you'll be back.

I just can't promise
that I'll still be interested

once you figure out
what it is you really want.

My husband's out there
suffering, and what,

I'm supposed to just sit here
and watch a movie

about a crazy stalker
when the real thing

is out there causing Bill pain?

Look, you know
how the Duprees operate.

When there's trouble, they...

What, circle the wagon?

Trust me, I've lived it.
Homewrecker Hayley

who dared to fall in love
with Bill Hamilton.

The conniving liar who stole him
from precious, perfect Dani?

-That's not what I meant.
-Look, I am Bill's wife

and Chelsea's stepmom.

I have every right to be there
when my husband's in crisis.

Bill needs me,
whether he knows it or not.

Hayley, think about this.

The Duprees don't decide when
I get to show up for my husband.

Not tonight. Not ever.

That's him. So how should we
play this? Good cop, bad cop?

Or we can just talk to him, see
what kind of game he's running.

-You're late.
-By what, five minutes?

Thought I was making good time
considering DMV traffic.

Let me put you on game.
I'm Kat Richardson,

sister to Congressman
Martin Richardson,

granddaughter to Anita
and Vernon Dupree.

Our family built Fairmont Crest
before you were even born.

I know who you are.
Social media works both ways.

Good. This is my cousin Jacob.

Please, join us.

So, here's the situation.

My cousin, his sister-in-law,

Chelsea Hamilton,
disappeared tonight.

Yeah, I seen the drama online.

That's why I came
when you hit me up.

-And we appreciate that.
-Do we?

Because from where I'm sitting,

your wife looks
very, very sus right now.

Listen, Allison isn't my wife.
I was never even her boyfriend.

-Don't try to play us.
-JACOB: Kat.

No. I am not buying
this good guy act,

and I can't believe
you are, either.

He's not lying.

My guy just got back to me about
Craig's marriage certificate.

There isn't one.

This is getting weird.
I don't want any trouble.

Uh-uh. You're not going anywhere

until you tell us about Allison.

Or what?
You're gonna have me arrested?

Sit down.

ALLISON:
Here I am.

Cleaning up this mess
and working my behind off

to give my queen
the perfect evening,

and you can't show
just a crumb of gratitude.

-How rude are you?
-Gratitude?

The only thing you deserve
is a straitjacket.

Why are you making this
so difficult?

Just go along with it.
This is how we get closer.

Speaking of closer,
do you remember this?

What the hell is that
supposed to be?

Our special bracelet, silly.

The one that you wore
in your fashion shoots

to let me know that
you were thinking about me.

Like before that sh**t
you did with Ebony.

Oh, that was so sweet
of you to let me know

you were thinking about me.

What?

I don't remember anything
about a bracelet.

You're out here
making up whole stories.

Oh, God, stop playing
hard to get. It's getting old.

[sighs]
And...

This is what you have to eat.

since you wanted to ruin
our romantic evening.

[scoffs]
I'm not eating a damn thing.

Not from you.

Well,

if you insist
on being stubborn...

...I guess there's only one
more thing left for us to do.

Make love.

Look, I'm-a keep it real.

I'm a detective
with the D.C. Metro Police.

So what is this,

some kind of setup?

Depends on what you're hiding.

My cousin here gets intense
when it comes to family.

But Chelsea-- she's more than
family. She's her best friend.

-Damn right.
-We just want to find her

before something bad happens.

Search your heart.

If someone you love was missing,

what wouldn't you do
to help 'em?

Yeah, I get it.

So what do you need to know?

You could start with Allison.

The truth?

Allison wanted a prop.

She paid me to sell
this married couple fantasy

so that she can do these
throuple dates with Chelsea.

So you were
basically Allison's pimp?

It wasn't like that.

She thought Chelsea
would be more comfortable

if there was a guy involved.

That's all I know.

When you would hook up,

would Allison ever take you back
to her place?

Never.

Different hotels every time.

Almost like
she was being careful.

But, look,

since we're being honest,

Allison was obsessed.

She lived on Chelsea's socials,

making up stories and convincing
herself they were true.

Did she ever hint
at doing something like this?

Nothing specific, but...

I swear, if she did,

-I would've stopped it.
-KAT: Well, how did

she even find you?

I'm s-sorry
for coming in hot earlier.

I'm being sincere.

We're not trying
to get you in trouble.

We just need to find
any information

so we can get Chelsea back.

If Allison found you online
or through a dating app,

her information
would be in the database.

Listen, I'm not a pimp,

but I do work
for Heart Attach Escort Service.

Joey Armstrong's company?

I don't want to end this,
but I need to.

I can't stand by and watch
while you destroy my husband.

Oh, spare me the nobility.

Your husband's poor life choices
are hardly my concern.

But there is something
we need to talk about.

You've seen things, Vanessa.

My operation.
How I handle things.

And I'm not in the habit
of leaving loose ends.

Are you threatening me?

[chuckles]

Of course not.

We'll cross paths again.

The only question is
will it be because you wanted to

or because you had to?

To whoever has our baby,

our Chelsea Bear...

...I know I haven't
always been the perfect mother,

but that girl has my heart.

Chelsea, baby...

[sighs]
...if you can hear this,

just hold on.

We love you.

And we won't ever stop.

Ever.

I've spent my entire career
upholding the law,

but, right now,
I'm just a father

begging
to see his daughter again.

I'm not asking questions.

I'm not issuing threats.

Just bring her home.

-This isn't happening.
-We're gonna find her.

What if they do something
to her? What if she's not--

Stop! Okay?

Chelsea's coming home.
She has to.

We love our daughter so much.

[shudders]
Please don't hurt her.

And to Chelsea's
loyal followers,

thank you.

You know, you're keeping her
name and the situation trending,

and that visibility
means more than you know.

We've seen every message,

every hashtag, every story,

every offer to help.

And... in this kind of fear,

every single act of kindness
has power.

And we feel it, so...

What the hell
are you doing here?

...from the bottom
of our hearts...

I'm here to be with my husband.

...thank you
for standing with our family.

-Let's take this outside.
-No, I have every right
to be here.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-Our family

is dealing with
a real crisis, Hayley.

Chelsea is out there somewhere,
scared, maybe even hurt.

And you choose now
to make this about you?

I didn't come for a fight.

I just thought
I should be here for Bill.

Chelsea's my stepdaughter,
after all.

Don't you dare.

Where were you
when Chelsea needed help

launching her business?

Or when she was figuring out
her identity?

Oh. Right.

You were too busy
destroying our family

to give a damn.

BILL:
Chelsea,

if you can hear this...

...just know that your mother
and I love you so very much.

You don't get to claim
our family just because

you married into it.

I suggest you leave before this
gets uglier than it needs to be.

You don't get to decide
when I show up for my husband.

So either move
or keep wasting your breath.

Hayley, I told you not to come.

Of course she came.

Can't waste a family emergency.

BILL:
Okay, look,

we need to talk.

Naomi?

Whatever.

The family was together
at our house for a toast

before heading over
to the country club.

Chelsea never showed.

No chance she got cold feet?

Absolutely not. She's been
working towards this for months.

Sometimes the pressure
gets to be too much.

People will disappear
before they face failure.

We're Duprees.

-We don't do failure.
-Buck, you-you know

what I've built in this city.

If I'm coming you like this,

you best believe
something's wrong.

This Allison woman
you mentioned--

That's one theory.

Well, I can't investigate her
without more intel.

As for Chelsea,

no unusual bank activity.

Her phone is active but silent.

Her social media has gone dark.

If you knew Chelsea,

that would be
a huge red flag for you,

because Chelsea
not posting for hours--

[chuckles] that'd be like
the sun not rising at daybreak.

We're telling you, something
has happened to our girl.

Anita, I understand
you're concerned--

Do you have grandchildren?

Several.

Some even Chelsea's age.

Then you know that feeling,

that ache when you know
they're in trouble.

Now, this isn't just a missed
launch or silence online.

She has not reached out
to her family

or the woman that she loves.

-That must speak volumes.
-I hear you.

But, officially, we need more
to rule out the possibility

that she left the house
on her own.

And unofficially?

Behind the scenes,

I'll open doors.

We'll be ready to escalate
the second

we get something solid.

That would be a great help,

just knowing that you're set
to move without delay.

Dates, Craig.
When did Allison book you?

-What's your malfunction now?
-I don't need this mess

in my life, okay?

I've worked too hard
to build something legitimate.

You call being a man wh*re
legitimate?

Kat, enough.

Look, we're not here
to tear you down.

Whatever happened with Allison
is not on you.

But there's
a bigger picture here,

and your insight
could help us see it.

But in my line of work,

discretion is everything.

Clients pay for privacy.

And if Joey finds out
I talked...

I'm not just worried
about losing my job,

if you get what I'm saying.

Your name will stay out of it.
I promise you.

-And Joey?
-Never needs to know.

-Right?
-JACOB: Right.

Allison booked
through our regular database.

These are the dates.

CHELSEA:
Help me!

Please!

Somebody help me!

Please help me!

[groans]

[door closes]

What are you doing?

Your IG post from last spring.

The one with 57,000 likes.

You were at that boutique shop
in Georgetown

looking for nightgowns,
and you wrote

"Nothing feels quite like silk
up against bare skin."

You like what I'm wearing?

Robin egg blue
is your favorite color.

You are sick.

You need help.

Oh.

I got you one, too.

Don't.

Let's make this special, love.

We can match inside and out.

Don't you dare touch me.

You can fight me, lover,
but in the end...

you'll see that this
was always meant to be.

I explicitly asked you
not to come here.

You didn't ask. You ordered
like I'm one of your employees.

That's because
I know this family, Hayley.

I know how they operate,
how they'll react.

Oh, because that's
what matters right now?

God forbid I rankle
precious Dupree feelings

while your daughter is missing.

How dare I show up here
to support my husband?

What an absolute
terrible wife I must be.

O-Okay, look,
I get your point, okay?

But you have to see it
from their perspective.

They've been through
a whole lot recently,

and in no small part
thanks to us.

Look, time heals
all wounds, yeah,

but not while the feelings
are still raw.

I saw you with her.

Dani.

You were in the living room
holding her hand

like it was the most natural
thing in the world.

We were filming a plea
for Chelsea's return.

You're acting like Dani
is still your wife.

Like what we have
never happened.

I don't get invited
to your daughter's show,

you didn't call me
to tell me what's going on,

and you made it very clear
that you don't want me around.

How is that supposed
to make me feel?

My daughter is missing.

You understand that?
This isn't about us.

Well, I'm making it about us

because there's supposed
to be an us, Bill.

But every time this family
snaps their fingers,

you just become someone else.

Someone who looks at me like...

...like I'm an inconvenience.

-Hayley.
-No, I-I see

how hard you work
to keep me in their world.

But when things get real--
really real--

-you push me away every time.
-Because I am trying

-to protect you from them.
-I don't need

your protection.

I need my husband
to let me be his wife.

You don't make things
easy, sometimes.

Neither do you.

Neither does this family.

But I am still here anyway.

Someone has to be
on your side when

you're busy
being on everyone else's.

I'm just scared for her, Hayley.

I'm just so scared.

It's okay.

I wish I could do something
to make things better.

Who do you think took her?

I wish I had a clue.

You're an
investigative journalist.

This is what you do.

You find stories
that people want to keep hidden.

Wouldn't this be the time to

absolutely do everything
that it takes?

I'm going over to the grands,

see if there's some other way
I can help.

You want some company?

Two brains work better than one.

Let Dad help, Pops.

SMITTY:
No pressure there.

The more help we can get.

Bring Chelsea home safe.

KAT:
We have everything we need.

The booking numbers

-should get us--
-JACOB: Yeah,

but we still need a warrant.

How hard will that be?

Joey Armstrong has...

friends in the department.

How many friends, exactly?

Enough to slow things down,
make paperwork disappear.

So the police are just...

How corrupt are you people?

Look, I'm-a make some calls
and try to push this through.

Don't go anywhere.

Okay, boss.

Sorry, Jacob,

my bestie does not have time
for warrants.

Damn it, Kat.

CHELSEA:
I already warned you.

Keep your damn hands
away from me.

Why are you being so difficult?

You used to love
when I touched you.

Remember all those nights
in those beautiful hotels

when we were done with Craig
and it'd just be the two of us?

Just...

like... now.

[groans]

[yelps]

Did Madison teach you that?

How to play rough?

Well then, baby,

-let's play rough.
-[grunts] No!

Stop!