01x90 - Episode 90

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♪ ♪

Dani Long Legs!

Oh, hey, Vanessa.

[mocking]:
"Oh, hey, Vanessa."

That is not how
we greet each other.

Let's try again.

Dani long legs!

-Vandanna!
-Better.

But if you don't pep up,
I'll start calling you

-"Dani Downer." What's wrong?
-Ugh.

I'd rather focus
on the positive.

So tell me, have you located
a hot location

for the Dupree-Curtis
modeling agency

to begin our world domination?

-You know I have.
Georgetown is a given.
-Mm-hmm.

But U Street is a destination
worth considering.

Black Broadway.
You know, back in the day,

it was a hub for Black culture,
business, entertainment.

When I was researching,

I couldn't believe the famous
residents who lived there.

Jazz singers,
lawyers, diplomats.

Yeah, a community of
trailblazers building a legacy.

Which is exactly what is
making my situation so hard.

If I go back to modeling
and it's a disaster,

what does that say
about my legacy?

"Dandy Dupree, supermodel
turned momager turned failure"?

Wait, wait.
Let me catch my breath.

You're going back to modeling?

Ow! Ow!

Dani Dupree returning
to the covers

of magazines
will break the Internet.

-What prompted this?
-Pamela.

Our modeling agency isn't making
as big a splash

as we thought it would, and so,
she has this idea

to put me front and center,
but I don't know.

What's not to know? You're hot.

It could be a disaster.
It could all backfire.

I've seen it happen before.

One misstep, one wrong decision,

and all of your accomplishments
are erased.

JACOB:
Oh, hey, babe.

-I didn't expect you home.
-Didn't expect you, either.

I, uh, put on the wrong shoes
this morning,

and my dogs are k*lling me.

Mm-hmm.

I was at the hospital
seeing June.

Oh, yeah? How's she doing?
She good?

She's good. She's better.

But, uh, Madison
and the other doctors want

to hold off on discharging her

until they know
she has a safe place to go.

Mm-hmm.

I talked
to the social worker there,

and hopefully, she can come up
with a better option

that June likes, because she's
definitely not listening to me.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Kind of like
you are not listening to me.

Sorry, babe. I just got back
from seeing Smitty.

Is he still worried
about Martin?

Yeah. The situation
with him hasn't changed.

Look, Naomi, I think your cousin
may be in way over his head.

-Congressman.
-Ah.

It's unusual to see you having
a press conference

without your full staff.

I got elected
by being a man of the people,

and I don't think

talking to them on my own
is outside that mandate.

No family in sight,
so I'm guessing

this doesn't have to do with you
running for higher office?

No, that's not
in my cards right now.

Oh, here comes your biggest fan.

You'll excuse me if I steal
my grandson for a moment?

Mm-hmm.

Thank God I got here in time.

In time for what?

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I better not find out that
you've been cheating, Armstrong.

If I cheated,
I'd be out of business.

I'm out.

Oh, come on. Play another hand.
What else are you gonna do

while you wait till
you hear back from your boys?

I never get why you like to
play cards at times like these.

-It relaxes me.
-Why do you need relaxing?

I'm the one
doing all the dirty work.

I worry about you, Marcel.

It's so stressful.

[phone chimes]

They spotted him.

So you're saying
Pop threw hands with Kenny?

It wasn't a fight, exactly.

Pop just showed up
and decked Kenny in the face.

So all Kenny was doing
was just standing there?

Well, he was doing a lot
of talking,

but, Tyrell,
there's a lot more going on

than what Pop
and Dad are saying.

Like what?

Pop and Kenny--
they knew each other somehow.

Like, he didn't just happen
to meet you or me.

He did it on purpose.

Like a weirdo?

Why would he do that to us?

To mess with Pop's head.

How come? And how do you know?

Well, Kenny-- he was saying
all these weird things,

like calling him "Your Majesty,"

and other, like, cringy stuff,

and talking about
how Pop came after him before.

How would Pop
have come after Kenny?

And he's not even
on stuff like that.

Look, I really don't know
all the details,

but it was clear
that they had beef.

So... what did pop tell you?

He basically said that Kenny had
our family in his crosshairs.

Looking for me?

You will never not be remembered
for everything you've achieved.

You are being kind.

I'm being honest.

To this day,
people look up to you,

admire you, hang on every word.

I think you're thinking
about my daddy, not me.

You want a mission? Here it is.

Be a role model.

Show the up-and-comers

that their time
in the biz isn't finite.

Show the "been there,
done that-ers"

that their time hasn't expired.

What better way to do that

than by strutting your way
across these fears

and self-doubt yourself?

You do have a point.

And I'm not blowing smoke here
because I'm your friend.

You have what it takes
to make this a success, Dani.

Give yourself some credit.

-Thank you, Vanessa.
-Anytime.

sh**t. I have an appointment.

I'll email you those properties,
and we'll talk soon, okay?

Of course.

-And thank you again.
-Yeah.

-Love you.
-Love you.

[quietly]:
Yeah.

NAOMI:
What do you mean

Martin is in over his head?

Well, apparently
there's a guy in Fairmont Crest

who's shown up more than once
around the kids.

What? Where? At their schools?

Well, there's no evidence
of that,

but it wouldn't surprise me.

But he did make it
inside their house.

Well, that's scary.

You mean, like...
like a stalker?

I'm not sure, but apparently,

Martin knows who it is
and what it's about,

but he won't explain it
to Smitty.

But that...
that doesn't make sense,

unless...

unless he thinks he's harmless.

I'm pretty sure that's not it,
because Martin asked

for police protection
for his family.

-That seems wise.
-Yeah, you would think,
but get this.

The person he wanted
to be in charge of it is Marcel.

Your partner, Marcel?
Shady Marcel?

-Yeah.
-And not your dad?

Right.

Okay, Martin wants protection
from the crooked cop

that his own husband
is investigating?

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

Remember when I told you
that Smitty's theory was

that Marcel was somehow a threat
to Martin?

Well, that theory
doesn't hold up now.

Yeah, now it seems like
they've got each other's backs.

Because even before Martin asked
for Marcel's help,

he was trying to get Smitty
to drop the story

that he was doing on Marcel.

Okay, Martin is a congressman.

He has to support the police.

I guess he just knows Marcel

as this legendary hero
of the police force.

Yeah, I thought the same thing

before I started
working with him.

But I'm sure by now
Martin is well aware

of Marcel's less-than-legit
dealings from Smitty.

Okay, so what are you saying?

That Martin knows Marcel is
crooked, and somehow...?

Look, I'm not accusing
your cousin of doing anything,

but apparently,
according to Smitty,

Martin is dealing
with a ton of stress,

and he's not handling it well.

I think this whole situation
is coming to a head.

Hmm.

Here's D.C.'s finest
at a card table

instead of being outside
scouring the city

for our package
that went astray.

Cool your jets, Mr. Fixit.

I just tracked
his current location.

Waiting on some details, and
I'll be on my way to pick it up.

Yeah. That's all
I needed to know.

Suddenly, he's not so interested
in micromanaging.

Listen, you should know
that your Keystone Kop moves--

all the delays
and the screw-ups--

have Martin very anxious,
to the point where he's talking

about taking charge
of things himself.

-What does that mean?
-I don't know.
I'm not gonna speculate.

But Vernon's gonna try
to get him back in line.

But listen,
we do not have unlimited time

to remedy this situation.

Understood.

[phone chimes]

Got him.

Bill?

Pour yourself a drink.

You look like you need it.

VERNON:
Bill told me

that you were being rash
and emotional,

and I guessed
that you'd probably

be doing something like this.

I'm having a press conference.

To do what?

Unburden yourself?
Absolve yourself?

Confess to what happened
that horrible night?

If I do,
then all of this is over.

And so is everything else
in your life.

This is reckless
and irresponsible.

Call it off.

Granddad, I have to.

Did Bill tell you the b*stard
is now coming after my family?

What's the deal with you?

Why have you been
hanging around my kids?

Shouldn't you be asking
your husband that question?

SAMANTHA: I couldn't even get
Pop to tell me who Kenny was

-or how they knew each other.
-And Dad doesn't know either?

-That's what I'm saying.
-What could be

so messed up that
Pop can't tell Dad about it?

I don't know,
but whatever it is,

it has Pop totally freaked out.

He's even got the police
watching the house.

-What?
-Yeah.

I heard them talking about it.

Dad was all like,
"What the hell is going on?"

And Pop was like,
"I don't have time for this.

-I have to go protect
this family."
-From what?

I don't know. He wouldn't say.

Are there cops out there?

Looks like an unmarked one
with two guys sitting in it.

And you haven't even heard
the worst part.

Worse than having cops watch
our every move?

After all that,

when they were arguing,
but keeping it kind and cool,

Dad was like,
"If you leave, don't come back."

Dad would never say
such a thing.

If I'm lying, I'm flying.

So, then they just left?

Not together, but yeah.

Dad didn't mean that.

I hope not.

But what if they did,
and I just watched them...

split up?

SMITTY:
Hey.

Hey!

Let me give Martin a message
for you.

Tell him he missed the deadline.

I want my money tonight.

This is blackmail.

Well, aren't you quick
on the uptake,

Mr. Investigative Reporter?

Bet you thought
your hubby was gonna be the hero

of this story, didn't you?

Sorry to rock your boat,

but he is the bad guy
of this tale.

Bill told me how that lunatic
was trying

to use Tyrell and Samantha
to intimidate you.

I can't have him
threatening the kids, Granddad.

And when
I heard that he did that,

my blood boiled as well.
But Martin...

Look, you understand why
I have to put an end to this.

Yes, but a public confession
is not the way to free yourself.

It has to be, for Samantha
and Tyrell's safety.

Why are you against me on this?

You know what happened.
You were there.

I was retaliating
in an obvious hate crime.

You acted in defense
of yourself and me.

It's obvious to us.

But our innocence
isn't a presumption.

We didn't report it.

This opens the door
for an inquest.

It invites politics
to get into the equation,

sabotaging your career
and your reputation.

I don't care, as long
as it keeps the kids safe.

You don't have to choose

between that piece of filth
and your kids.

We can get that weasel
out of town.

Pay him off, keep him quiet.

It won't work.

Don't you see
that's what he wants, too?

To keep this quiet so that
he can keep getting paid.

His threats are empty.

You don't know that.

You haven't talked to him.
I have.

And money won't be enough for...
to just make him go away.

That last handoff
was a disaster.

And now he's blaming us.

We already know he's insane.

But now he's insane
and pissed off.

The bungled payoff
was Joey's fault.

Now Joey Armstrong
is a part of this?

I never should have allowed him
to get involved.

We both can agree on that,
Granddad.

I never would have gone along
with this

if I knew that he was involved.

I gave explicit instructions
to Bill to rein Joey in.

Uh, we can cut him out entirely
if that's what it takes

to make you stick with the plan.

No. I don't trust anyone
other than myself right now.

Not even me or Smitty?

Neither you or Smitty can undo
what I've done.

When I saw that guy
with Samantha...

-I can't let this continue.
-Of course not.

But we can't stop that thug
by playing into his hands.

Just put this press conference
on hold for a couple of days

and give me a chance to prove

that we can make this problem
go away.

How?
By using Joey Armstrong?

He has zero incentive to listen
to Bill or anyone else.

There, I disagree.

The man was incentivized enough

to keep this under wraps
for two years.

Because he's a gambler,

and he wants us in his debt,
under his thumb.

Difficult circumstances
create unusual alliances.

Joey Armstrong is not our ally.

He operates on his own agenda.

And if he is who
you had handle this situation,

we're only trading
one blackmailer for another.

I've got to do this.

And the only way I'll be
my own man is if I fess up.

So that's what I got to do.

So you talked to the old man?

Ah. I spoke
with Senator Dupree, yes.

How much does he know

about how we're gonna deal
with this problem?

I filled him in.

Huh.

Last I spoke
to the good senator,

he seemed dead set on sticking

to his long-cherished principles
of non-violence.

Yeah, well, since then,

our pest talked his way
into Martin's place.

Yeah. Made himself at home,

alone with his son,

and then again, chatted
his daughter up at the park.

That kind of threat can
change a man's perspective.

[phone buzzing]

Yes.

No, Kimberly, I don't know why
Congressman Richardson would be

throwing an impromptu
press conference.

Where's it happening?

Worrying gets us nowhere.
We've got to figure out

who this guy Kenny is
and why he has beef with Pop.

A former staffer, maybe?

Uh, a lobbyist person?

Somebody Pop fired?

Or somebody who he got fired.

An ex-boyfriend?

I don't know.

But Pop told Dad and me
that he'd talk when he got back.

Dad told Pop he can't come back.

And you believe that, right?

Yeah, but now
I'm talking myself into thinking

that maybe it was just
the "heat of the moment" thing,

and that Dad just went out
for a walk to calm down.

[door closes]

-Dad?
-I know you guys have a lot
of questions.

Understatement of the year, Dad.

I'll do my best
to answer all of 'em.

I just need a minute first.

Okay. Not much longer.

We have some coffee
for anybody who wants some.

I'm just waiting
for my contact at the Gazette.

[indistinct chatter]

I got this, Martin.

I can't believe
you have the nerve

to show your face here.

Just curious to hear
what my congressman has to say.

And I'm publicity-shy.

I'd hate for my name to come up.

Believe me, no one wants

to advertise a relationship
with you

if it can be helped.

The only reason
Martin thinks he has to do this

is because of the god-awful mess
you made of things.

I didn't make this mess.

You know how hard it is
to find good help.

Besides, it doesn't matter.

It's being taken care of
as we speak.

Senator.

Did you explain, clearly,
my expectations to Joey?

No going rogue?

I did, but it's your grandson
who's going rogue now, Vernon.

A lot of people have stuck
their necks out for him,

not just Joey.

And they did that
with the understanding

that their participation
would stay confidential.

I'm trying to draw him back
from the edge.

He's thinking with his heart
and not his head.

So, it's not so simple.

You're a father, you understand.

He believes that
coming forward is the only way

he can protect his family.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I do understand.

I'll talk to him.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

Since that's non-alcoholic,

I guess there's no chance
of convincing you

to play hooky with me
for the rest of the day.

With everything that's going on,
I think it's better

I keep my wits about me.

You know, I have to admit,

this whole... Martin thing
really has me shaken up.

Yeah, I hate to be the bearer
of bad news,

or at least mystifying news.

Especially right after Uncle Ted
and Aunt Nicole split.

You know, growing up,

the Richardsons were always
the secure,

stable branch of the family.

But now it's looking like

they were just better at hiding
their drama,

while us Hamiltons
let our freak flags fly.

Look, I just want
to make it clear.

I don't know for a fact

that Martin's done
anything wrong or ill*gal.

But at minimum, he's done
something he's not proud of,

or else he'd be more open
with Smitty.

Yeah, I was thinking
the same thing.

Well, whatever he's hiding,
he shouldn't,

because secrets are like poison
in a relationship.

Are you thinking about your dad

and the lies
about your folks breaking up?

How can I not?

It's still too soon.

But I'm also thinking
about my cousins.

Yeah, Samantha was in the room

when I went by
the brownstone earlier,

full of questions
about what's going on.

Smitty had a hard time
getting her

to leave us to talk alone.

But when she did...

What?

She needed Smitty to tell her

that everything
was gonna be okay,

like she had to hear that
from her dad.

She's a sweet kid.

I used to look up
to my dad so much.

I had every bit of respect
for Bill Hamilton.

And he cultivated that image
of himself for me.

Then he cheated on my mom.

And it hit me really hard

that the man I admired
wasn't who he was trying

to make me believe he was.

I just hope

that's not what Tyrell
and Samantha have to face.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Smitty clears throat]

SAMANTHA:
Dad,

what-what is going on?
What are you doing?

-Are you going out of town?
-These are Martin's.

I can't have him staying here
right now.

Wait. Come on.
You can't just kick him out.

Talk about it,
like... like always.

Dad, please
don't make him leave.

Kids, I'm sorry,
but I don't have a choice.

Oh. What's this squirrel
playing at?

Dad, haven't you always taught
us that we can solve things

if we just lay everything out
on the table and talk about it?

Yeah, like, I don't mean
to be disrespectful,

but you look really upset,
and you're weirding us out.

SAMANTHA:
I'm so sorry

that I talked to that guy.

This... this is all my fault.

-No, Samantha.
-No.

I-I shouldn't have let that guy
get in my space.

I just... I-I didn't know.

I didn't understand why,

why Pop was making
such a big deal about it.

But... but now I understand,

and now you don't have
to do this.

Honey, it's not...

I... Look, I promise

that I'll do
whatever you guys say.

I won't... I won't go anywhere
that you don't want me to go.

I won't... I won't talk
to anyone that I don't know.

Just, please,
please don't do this.

It's okay, sis.

-SAMANTHA: It's not okay.
-Samantha. Hey.

I need you
to listen to me, okay?

This is not your fault.

Neither of you
did anything wrong.

TYRELL:
Except for me

bringing a freak stalker
into the house.

You had no idea
that he was dangerous.

You had no way of knowing.
None of us did.

Okay, then.

Then-then let's do what you guys
always tell us to do, okay?

Let-Let's talk about it.

Okay?

So, what's going on?

I... don't really know.

But we had no idea
that he was dangerous,

because your pops
didn't tell us anything.

We had no idea
what was going on at all.

Answer Samantha's question.

I would if I knew,
but I don't have an answer.

I am still
piecing this together.

The one thing that I do know is

what Samantha saw your pops
and I talking about earlier.

Martin did go to the police
and ask them

to give us 24-hour security.

TYRELL:
That says to me

that Pops was trying
to have our backs.

He was.

I know that he loves us
and wants to protect us,

but he should not have kept such
important information from us.

We had the right to know
what we were dealing with

so we could come together
and decide how to handle it.

Okay, so then let's do that now.

But you have to let him
come home so we can.

Senator Dupree, what a surprise.

Oh, indeed it is.

Is there a fundraiser
scheduled here for this evening?

You have your hands
in so many charitable pies.

Oh, well, no.
I'm here for Martin.

He's throwing a...
a last-minute press conference.

Hmm. It must have to do
with some piece

of legislation or other.

I hope you won't be offended,

but I don't really
follow politics.

[chuckling]:
Oh. Not at all.

But if you're here
to order food,

I'm afraid the staff
has gone home for the day.

Oh, I'm actually here
to meet with a client.

-Quite an accomplished chef
in his own right.
-Oh.

If they let him loose
in that kitchen,

he could whip up
something amazing.

Well, I... I don't think

anyone fitting that description
has arrived yet.

There he is.

That's not a chef.
That's Joey Armstrong.

Yup, it is.

Mm. You work with him?

That's hardly the kind of...

person I think
you'd be working with.

I sell real estate, Vernon.

If he was on the hunt
for an underground lair,

-I'd sell it to him.
-[chuckles]

Excuse me.

Bill Hamilton, good afternoon.

Vanessa, you look exquisite.

Never mind that.
What are we doing here?

-Martin.
-Bill, if you're trying

to talk me out of this,
you are wasting your breath.

This has gone on long enough,
and I'm through listening

to threats
and anyone's advice but my own.

Okay, no, see,
you've misunderstood.

I'm here to stand by you,
whatever you decide.

-You what?
Yeah.

Yeah, but don't get me wrong.

I think you're making
the wrong decision.

Given enough time, we can still
persuade our friend the busboy

that it's
in his own best interest

to resume his quiet little life

in some faraway wilderness
and leave you alone.

No, I'm done lying.

Living in fear is over now.

And I don't plan
on spending the rest of my life

-dancing to that man's tune.
-Hmm.

Or Armstrong's, either.

Or even yours.

Okay, then
I guess I have no choice

than to respect your decision.

But if you're absolutely sure
you want to reveal what happened

on that horrific night,
you're going to need one hell

of a good defense attorney.

I can't believe you're offering.

Well, why not?

I mean, come on, man.
I've known you your whole life.

Your mother was
my sister-in-law.

I mean, we're family.

I don't want to see
you go through this alone.

I accept,
and I appreciate your support.

All right.

Oh. I think that's everyone.

Look, you've got to be thirsty.

Why don't you go get some water?
I'll introduce you.

-Thanks, Bill.
-All right.

Thank you all
for coming out this afternoon.

Seems like
we almost have everyone here,

so just sit tight,
and we'll get started shortly.

Thanks.

What the hell was that?

You're supposed
to be talking him out of it.

-What are you doing?
-I'm stalling.

And what good would postponing
this disaster do?

We got to put a stop to this.

Do you have a plan for that?

It's incubating, all right?
Trust me.

Hi, everyone.
My name is Bill Hamilton.

Now, many of you may know me
from my law firm,

and others of you may know me
as being an avid supporter

of our congressman here

since the beginning
of his political career.

Also, I've been his uncle
since the beginning of his life.

I've always been very proud
of this young man

but never more so
than in this moment right now.

Since he was knee-high
to a duck,

I always knew that
Martin would be a politician.

I think I remember one summer,
Martin was about six years old,

and I decided to support
his fledgling business

and visit
his little lemonade stand.

And Martin,

well, he managed to convince me
to buy five lemonades.

[laughter]

Yeah, that's right-- five.

And you know what he told me?

He said the only reason
he put up his lemonade stand was

to raise money
so that his two best friends

could have the same skateboards
as the one

that his father was able
to afford to get him.

Always thinking of others.

That's Martin Richardson
in a nutshell.

A generous,
community-minded everyman.

I hear you about hating spouses
keeping secrets from each other.

But?

Not really a "but."
More "I wonder."

I wonder
if I shouldn't have told you

what Martin and Smitty
are going through.

Why are you saying that?

We share everything
with each other, don't we?

-Yes, we do.
-Okay.

But I can see
how much it worries you.

And at this point,

there's nothing either of us
can do until we know more.

Yeah.

But don't feel bad.

I was already feeling...

-helpless and frustrated
because of June.
-Yeah.

I mean, I have done everything
to get her to open up to me,

and she just won't

or can't tell me
about her past life and family.

I mean, there has to be somebody
that misses her

or wants to help take care
of her

if they knew
about her situation.

Wait. What about
that phone number?

The one on the photo
she carries around?

Oh, don't you think
that was a dead end?

The person hung up on me
when I called

before they even talked to me.

Well, take it
from your cop husband.

Usually when somebody doesn't
answer you the first time,

you ask again.

You never know. They could
have been having a bad day.

-They could have had laryngitis.
-[laughs]

Just give it another shot.

Okay.

Sure.

-It can't hurt, right?
-Yeah.

TYRELL:
Yeah, Pop,
I'm on Samantha's side

on this one.

You have to at least give Pop
a chance to explain.

It's only fair.

This secret with Kenny
is not the only thing

he's been keeping from us.

-Okay, then what else?
-He's been keeping things

for months.

And I have given him every
opportunity to explain himself.

We've-we've been arguing
about it for a while now.

I'm sure that you guys have
sensed the tension between us.

Sure, we have.

But all of our friends' parents,
get into it.

It's normal.

You and Pop are married.

You're not supposed
to just give up.

You're supposed to try
to work things out, you know?

Yeah.

And that is what I hope happens.

But... what is the one rule
that this family has?

BOTH:
Everybody tells everybody
everything.

Exactly.

And that we make all decisions
based on safety.

Your pop knowingly
invited somebody into our lives

that he knew was a threat,
and he didn't tell us about it.

That is unacceptable.

BILL:
And that is

the very politician
that he became.

A congressman
who cares very much

about all of his constituents,

whether they voted for him
or not.

And as many of you
may also know...

Why'd you make me
drop everything to come to this?

You don't strike me
as the political type.

Can't it be because I miss you?

Could be, but I doubt it.

If this were just
a get-together,

we could've met up anywhere.

Uptown, your casino.

Why here? What's this about?

I don't want to tell you.

I'm having too much fun
watching you connect the dots.

I don't think it was
about wanting to see me at all.

I think it was about wanting
to be seen withme

in a public place

where there are reporters
and camerapeople,

all unimpeachable witnesses.

As if at some point, should you
need to prove your whereabouts,

you could easily prove you were
here rather than anywhere else.

I'm an alibi, aren't I?

A walking, talking cover
for you.

Shh.

Building up your courage?

Maybe this photo will be
June's good luck charm.

Here goes nothing.

[line ringing]

Hello?

Please, please don't hang up.

My name is Naomi.

Naomi Hamilton Hawthorne.

And I'm just calling to see
if you know somebody named June?

Or-or maybe
that's not her real name.

I'm not sure. I'm just...

I'm trying to help her out.

[line clicks]

No. No, no. You don't just.,,

You don't get to do that, okay?

No, you don't get
to hang up on me like that. No.

That's right, Naomi.
You tell 'em.

-Should I call 'em back?
-Damn straight.

-Call 'em back, babe.
-Okay.

-Call 'em back.
-Okay, okay, okay.

[line ringing]

WOMAN:
Don't call this number again.

My sister is dead to me.

I'm really sorry.

I know that this is going
to be hard... for all of us.

But I...

I can't let this situation
with your pop keep spiraling.

Things have become unmanageable.

But if he doesn't live here,
then where will he go?

He has plenty of family
that can take him in.

For how long?

I don't know.

But like I said,
there are a lot of issues

that we need to resolve, so...

it could be a while.

But no matter what happens...

things are gonna be okay.

How? They're not okay now.

And you're making him leave.

Come here.

Come here.

Listen, everybody,
I could go on and on

about what a man of the people
Martin Richardson is.

And why shouldn't I?

I mean, he's done more
to uplift the community

than anyone else
who's held the job.

-And lastly, I'd like...
-Oh, Bill, thank you so much

for that generous introduction,

but, in fact, I think it's time

to get this press conference
started.

I have enjoyed

representing my district
these past few years.

I would like to thank each
and every one of my constituents

for putting their faith in me.

I owe a lot of that trust
to my grandfather...

[phone buzzes]

...who spent decades fighting
for the best interests

of people in the community
and across the country.

But there have also been times
when...

...times...

[indistinct,
overlapping chatter]

Um, we apologize.

We have
to cut this presser short.

We have a family emergency.

What?
This never happened before.

[indistinct,
overlapping chatter]

It's over.