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Hayley Hamilton.

- Yes? - Leslie Thomas.

Charmed, I'm sure.

You don't mind if I join you, do you?

Oh, I was just leaving, actually.

Oh, it must be nice to have someplace to go.

Well, my days are so empty lately,

except for when I'm being harassed by that odd d-detective

and his junior wannabe detective sidekick.

Ooh, but we've all been there, haven't we?

Mm, not really well.

- Mm. - Well, I have to jet, so...

Of course, on occasion,

my daughter, she does come to visit me.

And as her mother, I can say this--

that one is a lot of work.

Hmm. Will you look at the time?

Please. Wait.

Hear me out. I want to talk to you.

I think we have something in common.

Hmm. I seriously doubt that.

But just out of curiosity,

what might that be?

No one around here wants to talk to me either.

Damn it.

Morning!

I got you a cinnamon latte.

What's wrong?

Did you know about this?

You let our accreditation lapse.

I did?

You were supposed to schedule an inspection several days ago.

Now we have to pay a hefty fine

and go through the whole process of reapplying.

I don't understand.

And that's the problem.

Your lack of understanding has created a mess.

It's gonna take a lot of time and money to correct.

I need to make a change to Room 519's chart,

but I can't access it.

Door or window bed?

Door.

Refresh and try again.

Thanks.

No problem.

Done.

Okay, how long do you intend on punishing me for last night?

Last night...

Last night?

When you saw me at dinner with your boyfriend.

- Excuse me, your ex-boyfriend. - Oh.

That.

I forgot all about it.

You are so full of it.

- How's it going? - It isn't.

Ouch.

We may have been big deals back in the day, Dani,

but, apparently, our time has passed.

- Oh, ye of little faith. - No, I have faith.

That the Dupree/Curtis Modeling Agency is at a standstill.

We only have a few models.

And, even worse, no one is even noticing that we're here.

So you're saying we need to find some girls of better quality.

I agree.

I wish it were that simple.

We've got no Internet buzz.

We're barely a blip on social media.

I can count our followers on one barely manicured hand.

Well, maybe we can get Chelsea to help us, make a video.

Oh, that's a brilliant idea.

Turn down your daughter's job offer

and then turn back around and say, "Oh, darling, please,

may I piggyback on your Internet stardom?"

I wouldn't put it like that,

but maybe you're right.

No, this is on us, Dani.

We need to find that special thing

that's gonna get people talking about us. - Okay.

So how do we get eyeballs?

What is gonna make the biz fall at our feet?

All right, I want to warn you-- it's a bit out of the box.

Oh, good. I was worried

we were about to do something reasonable.

But if it works, it will give us everything that we need.

The Internet will eat it up.

It'll give us the kind of buzz

that people can't stop talking about,

the social media that we've been chasing,

and a massive flood of followers

that will put us on the map for good.

Perfect. What are we waiting for?

Well, I-I just want to prepare you.

It's either absolutely brilliant

or the worst mistake we'll ever make.

I'll take option A, please.

All right. Great.

Turn around.

Okay.

Is the idea a surprise?

Now walk.

Now stop.

Turn.

With attitude.

- No. - Yes.

This is the answer.

You've got to face it.

It is right there in our face.

You. Your style.

Your strut. Your-your whole package.

You are the perfect solution.

Please tell me you are joking.

Not only am I not joking, not only am I not joking,

but you know that I am right, Dani.

What this agency needs is Dani Dupree front and center,

not lurking around behind the scenes.

You should be out in front making a scene,

because that's who you are, Dani.

The star of the show. The main event.

The one that people can't stop watching.

You know when you walk into a room,

phones come out, eyes follow.

Because you don't blend in.

You command the moment.

And if we're going to make this agency work,

we need you to do exactly that.

Just so you know,

Derek and me, that was just a little...

thank-you dinner.

Ooh, thanking who for what?

Me thanking him for being a first responder.

How civic-minded of you.

Oh, but you know what?

Derek is a firefighter,

so does that mean you got to thank his whole crew?

- Whoo! - I'm just saying it wasn't a date.

Besides, it's not like you've been sitting at home alone,

pining over your breakup.

Andre Richardson's not too shabby of a replacement.

You went out with Derek.

It's good for you.

I went out with Andre.

Good for me.

End of story.

And, besides, it's not like you and Derek were still together.

- Oh, my... - And I sure as hell didn't steal him from you.

Nobody said you did, okay?

Derek and I broke up.

There was no stealing involved.

Can we please just change the subject?

I will when you stop acting like you have some type

of jealous chip on your shoulder.

Quit tiptoeing around here like you can't bear to be near me.

I am just trying to be professional,

if you wouldn't mind.

Professionalism is more than just showing up.

It's how you show up.

And that one-word, no-eye-contact,

bad-attitude energy is not gonna cut it.

Neither is sharing every part of my personal life with you

just because you're my supervisor.

Well, when the Derek part of your life is the root of-- - I don't have to share

my personal life with you, okay?

Can you please just shut up about it?

I'm sorry. Come again?

Is this a bad time?

I didn't mean to jump down your throat.

I guess you just missed the notification.

No, I saw it, but...

- But what? -The clinic

is supposed to go through regular inspections

every three years.

That would be important if we hadn't just had one.

So, on to payroll.

Oh.

It's one of those prompts for the certificates.

We'll just hit "ignore" and keep it moving.

I'm surprised Kat didn't catch this.

She's never missed the accreditation deadline before.

I guess she figured you had it covered

since this is now your job.

I am so sorry.

It will never happen again, and you can take the money

for the fee out of my paycheck.

I'm certainly not gonna do that.

But I do want to talk to Kat

to see how this slipped through the cracks.

I intend to get to the bottom of this.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I have a lot of friends.

Which is why you're sitting here having breakfast

all by yourself?

Right. Well,

it's common knowledge to anyone who's anyone in Fairmont Crest

that no one wants to give you the time of day

since you stole Bill Hamilton from his wife. - Hmm.

Well, I choose not to associate myself

with anyone who would believe such trash.

The indignation.

Nice touch.

But you don't have to use it with me, boo.

Those Dupree sisters have really done a number on us.

I will admit,

I've heard a bit about you and...

your activities.

Well, I am pleased to hear that my reputation precedes me.

Saves a lot of time.

But it does bother me a bit

to be treated like a pariah around here.

How do you handle it?

I don't.

I have Bill, and he's all I need.

Him and our baby.

Oh, so it was a shotgun wedding

- in more ways than one. - I wasn't pregnant when we got married.

But I am now, and Bill couldn't be happier.

Aw. So he says.

Yeah, take it from me, honey.

Hanging your hopes on a man is a sucker's bet,

and they will let you down every time.

Bill would never do anything to hurt me.

Aw. They all want you to believe that.

But, hey, who am I to say that you are not the woman

who gets exactly what she deserves?

I really think I am.

But... why did you decide to sit down with me today?

What exactly is it that you want from me?

The same thing you do.

To belong.

What's that saying?

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

So, friend,

how are we going to help each other?

Sorry, Leslie, but I don't need your help.

Nor do I see any way that I could possibly help you.

Now that's where you're wrong.

See, we both have so much in common.

We both, in our own ways, have done

some serious damage to the Duprees.

And isn't that delicious?

Maybe for you.

But I never set out to hurt anyone.

I loved the Duprees like my own family.

I just... fell in love with Bill.

Yeah. And you just happened

to destroy Dani's marriage.

And-and you just happened to move into the mansion

inside the gates.

Oh, and, uh, get married at the country club

that the Duprees consider their own personal property.

Wow.

For not wanting to hurt anyone,

girl, you are a whole wrecking ball.

You know, I mean, can you imagine

what kind of damage you could do if you actually tried?

If you're trying to make nice,

- you're doing a lousy job. - Oh, no, no, no.

No, I am not trying to judge you, honey.

So far from that.

I just want to tell you that I understand you.

Okay? I-I actually

look up to you.

In fact, I admire you.

And I can definitely learn a lot from you.

Ha!

I seriously doubt that.

From what I hear,

you could teach a whole master class in homewrecking.

Ah! And there is the woman that I knew you were.

See, doesn't playing all sweet and nice

get real boring?

Come on. Come on, sit down.

- We have so much to share. - Mm.

I have an appointment with my OB-GYN.

Then I'm going to share all the details with my husband. But...

you wouldn't know anything about that, now, would you?

Ouch.

I'm here to be of service, Dad.

Eva.

- What's so urgent? -Eva,

do you mind heading over to the clinic to check out the progress

of the renovations?

I'll be by later.

- Of course. - Okay.

Well, your illegitimate brat

certainly seems to be in a mood this morning.

We have a royal mess with the renewal

of the accreditation certificate.

I don't understand how this could happen.

Oh, it's one of those prompts for the certificates.

We'll just hit "ignore" and keep it moving.

This is so weird,

you being nice to me.

Don't get used to it.

I told Eva how critical it was.

I'm sorry, Dad.

She just doesn't understand the importance

of her job with the clinic.

You really blew it, hiring her.

Do you know how long it's been since I walked a runway?

Aside from the one I kept in my guesthouse?

Oh, please.

It's like riding a bicycle for you.

It's in your blood,

your muscle memory, your soul.

You know what it's in my mind?

That my dear friend has taken leave of her senses.

Methinks the model doth protest too much.

Methinks we need to drop this nonsense immediately.

Besides, we ruled this out months ago when you came to me

and told me that I needed to find my fire and I told you

that I'm no longer interested in the modeling life. - No.

A few months ago, we thought that we could get our agency

off the ground with a few key connections

and the right talent, but the times have changed, Dani.

This is what I'm telling you. I'm no longer what they want.

- I'm too o-- - No, do not!

We do not use the O-word.

I do not want to be a mom in a print ad, is what I am saying.

Faces of my... vintage have a limited appeal.

Oh, darling, darling, that is not true.

Look at you. And, besides,

more and more mature models are making media noise lately.

And if you do not believe your BFF,

then-then read it for yourself.

Let me show you this article that I was just--

Dani, what the hell do you think you're doing?

Dear Andre, before you barged in, I was telling

my partner here that she's lost her damn mind.

Yeah, that seems to be contagious.

My damn mind is telling me to get the hell out of here

and, uh, leave you two

to whatever this is.

Please think about what I said, Dani.

It could turn our agency around.

All right.

I'll be right back.

- Andre. - Pamela.

Do you realize

how embarrassing your behavior was at Uptown last night?

I wasn't embarrassed at all.

And I don't think your little girlfriend was either.

Though she might be too wide-eyed and naive

to have followed.

So go ahead and put your hands on your hips.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

Now lean back until you feel a tightness.

- And-- Okay. Now stand back up. - Okay. Yeah.

Yeah. That's good.

Great. You can do sets of these at home.

Two sets of ten should be good to start.

But, remember, the older you get,

you have to start stretching more regularly.

You calling me old, Shanice?

Older than yesterday.

But old?

Hell no.

I'm glad to hear it.

Oh, well, be glad

while you do another exercise.

Have a seat.

- Okay. - Now cross your arms.

Okay.

Uh-uh. No. Like this.

Mm.

Like this?

Yeah, you got it.

You sure?

I'd hate to get a failing grade in PT.

Well, if you listen to your therapist,

you'll pass with flying colors and your back will feel better.

Hi, Ashley.

Uh, how can I help you, Mrs. Hamilton?

Don't start with that again.

Well, at the desk, they...

like us to be professional.

I get that. But it's just you and me here right now.

And we used to be friends, Ashley.

Remember all those times I used to hang out with you and Naomi?

Such good times.

Even if I was the extra seat at the table

with the two couples in full "in love" mode.

How are things going with you and Derek?

And what's Shanice doing with him?

What can I do for you, Hayley?

Well, I am here for my follow-up appointment with Dr. Perkins.

I think it's just one of those things

that they schedule automatically.

I mean, there's nothing that they should be worried about.

The ultrasound showed that my baby is perfectly healthy.

ASHLEY: Hey,

where's Mrs. Hamilton's ultrasound?

I couldn't find it in her records.

We didn't do one.

Wait, what?

Mrs. Hamilton declined the ultrasound.

Said she didn't want it.

- Ashley, is there a problem? - Uh...

Dad, I promise you that, in the future,

I will personally double-check all important correspondence

so that an oversight like this never happens again.

Honey, you don't have time.

Which is the whole reason why I hired Eva in the first place.

I know. But there's no way around it.

I'll have to stay involved

until Eva becomes more responsible,

if that ever happens.

Are you sure you explained to her

how to schedule an inspection?

Of course I did.

But, in her defense,

maybe she just isn't smart enough

to understand how to do it.

You wouldn't deliberately try to confuse her, would you?

Mm. I know Eva and I haven't always seen eye to eye.

To put it mildly.

But you should know

that, as much as I loathe her,

I would never do anything to harm you or your business.

I've invested so much of my own time

and energy to making this practice a success.

Now, that's certainly true.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

But this is Eva's screwup.

And I'd like to promise that it'd never happen again, but...

who knows with her?

Shame to waste it.

Nicole. What a lovely surprise.

Please come, come join me.

May I offer you some toast?

I'll pass.

Oh, more for me. But, you know what, honey,

if you just sit on down, we have so much catching up to do.

You're right.

We do have catching up to do, now that you mention it.

- I'll go first? - Mm-hmm.

Go on, girl.

I need you to spill all that tea.

Oh, and there's so much to spill.

Where to start?

Well, Laura is out of the hospital and back to work.

You remember Laura, don't you?

Yeah, I heard of her, but, uh, we never met.

Are you sure?

Maybe you try to murder so many people

that Laura just slipped your mind.

But you did try to kill her twice,

so maybe that might jog your memory?

Ah, there it is.

You do remember.

Now, do you want to confess?

Confess. To what?

Two counts of attempted murder.

One for running Laura off the road on that motorcycle.

The second for giving her an overdose of potassium

that sent her into cardiac arrest

when she was in the hospital.

Technically, you can't be charged for attempted murder

for just running someone off the road.

I mean, at least not in this jurisdiction.

It-It's-it's too hard to prove intent. - Hmm.

I'll leave the specific charges to the district attorney.

But I do think you would save the court system

a whole lot of time and energy

if you just admit to what you did.

If you plead guilty, you...

you'll probably get a lot less time, too.

Okay.

I confess.

You do?

I confess that...

I don't understand this obsession of yours.

Nicole, I-I know you're a therapist.

But, girl,

there is something wrong,

seriously wrong with you.

I mean, I don't know what's going on upstairs,

but if you actually believe that I targeted

your personal assistant just to get my daughter a job,

come on.

I don't believe it.

I know it.

All of the evidence points to you, Leslie.

Evidence?

Please.

You were caught on video

coming out of Laura's hospital room.

Yeah. To quote Shaggy,

it wasn't me.

I mean, come on.

If-if that were true,

don't you think I would've been arrested by now?

And I wouldn't be sitting here with you,

all free as a bird.

Mmm.

You.

Mmm.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Orphey Gene's toast, girl,

is off the chain. Mmm.

You think they, um...

they might put something in the bread?

I mean, ooh.

The police have the jacket,

the gloves,

and the motorcycle helmet.

Circumstantial,

circumstantial,

and mad circumstantial.

You're guilty as hell, Leslie,

and everybody knows it.

Is "everybody" in this room with us right now?

Keep making jokes for as long as you can.

I'm sure they will love you in prison.

You needed Laura out of the way

so that your daughter could get access to my house.

Not to mention my husband's DNA for a paternity test.

Ha. Please.

I always knew who my daughter's father was.

Besides,

there are much easier ways

for me to get my hands on Ted's DNA.

I have this cute little blue dress in the closet, and, uh...

it's covered in it.

Now, don't be so hard on Eva.

I'm being honest, Dad.

Which is what you taught me to be.

And I think

you need to be honest with Eva about her horrible mistake,

because that's the only way she'll learn.

I've got to go.

I am having coffee with your mother.

Great. Well, it seems like you two are getting along better.

I wish that were the case.

We had another argument the other day.

Mom's still angry, huh?

She's not the only one.

I'm getting a little tired of being her personal punching bag.

I feel you, Dad, but I'm mostly Team Mom on this one.

She's not the one who cheated

and had a baby with someone else.

Okay, I am painfully aware of my role in this,

which is why I suggested we have coffee to hash things out.

Now, it took some convincing, but your mother agreed,

and I don't want to start things off badly,

- so I got to go. - Okay.

Good luck.

I'll stick around and make some calls.

Maybe I can fix this mess Eva created.

Okay, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Proud of yourself?

Yeah, I know what you did.

Is there something wrong, Ashley?

The way you were looking at me...

No. Nothing's wrong.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

I, um... I'm just a little distracted today.

Oh, I understand.

I've had my own distractions today.

But, look, my primary concern is that nothing affects my baby.

That cramping incident really scared me.

- I can imagine. - If I were to lose

this child, it would destroy Bill.

And the cramps just came out of nowhere.

I didn't do anything to trigger them.

Well, just an argument with Dani,

which is unfortunately an ongoing issue.

Ashley, seriously,

do I have lipstick on my teeth or something?

No, no. Uh...

Sorry, it's-it's not you.

Um, I-I was just thinking about what you said about, um,

pregnant women--

that they do really need to take care.

- Mm. - Sometimes things can happen

out of the blue.

You know, for example, uh, Andre Richardson and I,

we delivered a baby in this elevator on my first day here.

Yeah, I remember that. What was that like? - Oh,

I was terrified. But, you know, we got through it.

- Ooh. - God, Andre, he was so great.

He was great.

He was just as scared as I was, but...

...you know, to watch him in action, you'd never know it.

Mm-hmm.

It was the most amazing thing.

It's clear that you didn't get enough venom out last night.

And I assure you, Ashley understood everything

that was going on.

Then maybe you can explain what I'm supposed to have done.

Cut the innocent act, Dani.

I didn't buy it last night,

and I certainly don't buy it right now.

You couldn't have been more obvious.

What were you thinking you were gonna do?

Uh, what, act crazy?

Stake your claim on me?

I was giving you a simple reminder, Andre.

You can waste your time with girls.

- Or... - Dani.

...you can let a woman rock your world.

Your choice.

Mm.

Mm.

♪ If I didn't tell you, baby♪

♪ And I'm so glad that you thought about me♪

♪ Me♪

♪ Did I manifest you? Did you manifest me?♪

- ♪ I wanna know♪ - ♪ Yeah, yeah♪

♪ Did I manifest you? Did you manifest me?♪

- ♪ I wanna know♪ - ♪ Yeah, yeah♪

♪ How long did it take for you to think me up?♪

- ♪ I wanna know♪ - ♪ Think of me, yeah♪

♪ How long before I finally showed up?♪

That was amazing.

My back is like new.

Shanice, you're a miracle worker.

Mm, that's only because you were a good patient.

Here's a resistance band for you to use.

Keep up with your exercises.

And if your back gets any worse,

please go see a doctor.

I promise, and thank you.

You're the best.

What?

Oh, nothing.

It's just so nice to see a therapist enjoying her work.

Hmm.

Did I do something, Eva?

I can't think of what.

You deliberately made me let our father's accreditation lapse.

I don't think I could make you do anything.

If I could, you would have left the DMV a long time ago.

You said the accreditation wasn't important.

To ignore the notifications.

No, I-I don't think I said anything like that.

You must have misunderstood me.

Oh, I understood you perfectly.

You wanted this to happen.

You wanted me to screw up in our father's eyes.

A little paranoid?

Hmm?

- You're jealous, Kat. - Please.

Why would I be jealous of your relationship with my father?

Oh. Because he's ourfather.

And you can't stand that.

Like you can't stand the fact that someone like me

is on equal footing with someone like you.

Okay, delulu.

You are trash.

And you always will be.

You and your criminal mother.

What's the matter?

No snappy comeback?

I guess this Kat got your tongue.

I get it, though.

Sure, you have an alibi

for the night Laura got run off the road,

but that doesn't mean you didn't help your mother after the fact.

Was the overdose of potassium your idea?

Or maybe you helped your mom dress up

in that dusty, crusty wig

to sneak into Laura's room.

We're the only two in here.

I promise I'm not recording.

Go ahead.

Admit the truth.

It'll make you feel better.

Say something.

I think maybe I'll say something to myfather instead.

I beg your pardon?

I think maybe I'll let him know what you did

and see what he thinks about it.

I don't think you will.

What makes you so sure?

Because you had the chance to rat me out

and you didn't.

And I know why.

Then tell me.

Kitty Kat.

Because...

that would make you as desperate

and pathetic

as your crazy mother.

You know, Nicole, you could just drop by my house

anytime you want, and I have no problem showing you the dress.

Oh, Ted used to just love me in it.

You're disgusting.

And you're an uptight little prude.

No wonder Ted needed an escape from you.

While you were at home all alone,

jabbing yourself with those needles,

trying to get pregnant again,

or maybe you were resting up

from one of those many miscarriages you had,

Ted and I were humping like bunny wabbits.

I have no interest in your ancient history.

Oh, please, but let me tell you.

Because just a moment ago,

you wanted me to confess everything.

So let me tell you--

your husband was insatiable.

And I could tell that he wasn't getting

exactly what he wanted--

or what was worth having-- at home.

- Ah, no wonder I got pregnant. - Oh.

And I'm sure that was an accident. Please.

- Mm. - You are way too calculating to slip up like that.

- Yeah, well... - Let me guess.

You, uh, forgot your birth control a few times?

When you're having that much sex, I mean, come on.

What was your game?

The condom slipped?

Maybe you poked a little hole to move things along?

Let me guess.

You probably thought getting pregnant by Ted

was gonna change everything.

He would wake up one day and realize that you were the one

and leave me and my children in the dust.

Let me tell you, though.

If you have to trap him to keep him,

he was never really yours in the first place.

And now

all you have is a dirty dress in a closet

to remind you of a man that was never yours to begin with.

Because only the Duprees deserve a good man?

I would never put it that way.

But...

if the slut fits.

You know, I probably should have told him that I kept that baby,

and then maybe he would have dumped your little bougie ass.

And then Ted, Eva, and I

could have lived happily ever after.

In your wildest dreams.

Oh, honey, I don't have to dream

about having sex with your husband.

No, see, the memories,

oh, they are just that hot.

And I really believe they are for Ted, too.

Yeah. See, I think that,

while he's going through the motions with you,

he's definitely thinking about me.

I'm still that woman he can't resist,

that woman he wants.

Oh, all you got to do is just ask your daughter.

Oh, wait.

Little Kitty Kat didn't tell you

that she walked in on me and Ted in his hotel room.

Oh, wow, wow.

Okay, well, you know, I mean, I shouldn't be surprised,

because she doesn't care about nobody but herself anyway.

Nicki, you think you're all that.

Yeah? You think you're a model citizen.

You think you're this wonderful, perfect mother.

But, no, you're not. You know what you are?

Somebody who turned this snotty little brat

into this irritating child.

Keep my daughter's name

- out of your mouth. - Oh.

Oh, really? Oh, okay.

Of course I will. But you know what?

He's so tired of you.

He just can't bear you anymore.

Because he's free of you now, Nicole.

Free of someone who's too stupid

to know when she's being lied to over and over...

You miserable bitch!

Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Stop!

Stop, Nicole.

What the hell is wrong with you? - Oh.

Oh, that crazy heifer tried to kill me!

Oh!

What do you have to say for yourself?

That my claim is well...

and fully staked.

Mmm.

My follow-up exam went well.

Everything is on target.

In fact, I am thinking about planning a baby shower

when I'm a little farther along.

I'll make sure to send you a save-the-date, Ashley.

WOMAN: Nurse Johnson, dial 421.

You won't say anything to my father

because it'll look like you're trying

to turn him against his real daughter

and his real family.

And he's already upset with you as it is.

So...

You're right.

I don't want to hurt Ted.

Because I actually, genuinely care about him.

Unlike you, who intentionally put his business at risk

on a whim.

Because you're a spoiled,

selfish little bitch

who only cares about herself.

Is that the best you got?

I'm actually glad this happened.

Because now I know where I really stand

with my so-called sister.

And I won't fall for any more of your petty little stunts.

And, who knows,

maybe I'll take a lesson from my crazy-ass mama

and pay you back the way you deserve.

What's the matter with me?! What's the matter with her?!

Crazy heifer tried to kill me.

Take a sip of water. It'll help.

Oh, yeah. Help Dana.

I am so out of here.

Nicole, look, we need to talk.

We have nothing to say, Ted.

Not anymore.

Why don't you take your friend Dana here

back to your hotel room and have a nice talk with her?

Although, apparently, talking isn't what the two of you

do best.

Nicole. Nicole.

I was just...

sitting here, minding my own business,

eating my toast,

and that crazy woman just attacked me out of nowhere,

just for no reason.

You know, I find it very hard to believe

that Nicole would just attack you out of nowhere.

Ted, you saw it for yourself.

Okay? Listen...

Oh, my goodness. I...

I don't feel too good to drive.

I'm just...

I'm a little dizzy.

Can-can you please take me home?

Please, Teddy?

Fine. Let's go.

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