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Babe.

I brought you that special
blend you've been loving.

Thought you could use
a little pick-me-up.

Well, aren't
you just the devoted wife?

Sorry to disappoint,
but your husband isn't here.

Oh, where is he?

Garland Memorial.

The hospital?
Why didn't anybody notify me?

Well, you would have been
if you came to work on time

or checked your messages.

I had a lot
going on this morning.

Isn't that most
mornings for you, Hayley?

Apologies, that's just
deadline stress.

Uh...

Bill's appointment
was scheduled for next month,

but they called about
a cancellation.

He jumped at the chance
to get it over with.

I'm his wife.

If anything
health-related is going on,

I should be informed directly.

You're right.

Thank you.

Is he really okay?

It's just routine follow-up labs

from his stroke--
EKG, blood work.

Nothing to get stressed about.

Well, if it isn't Bill Hamilton

pacing like a CEO in purgatory.

Anita.
It's good to see you, too.

Everything okay?

No need for concern.

Dr. Ahn just insisted
I come in for what she calls

my 50,000-mile tune-up.

Checking all the systems,
kicking the tires,

making sure nothing's going
to break down anytime soon.

Okay, well, I hope the
diagnostics were all favorable.

So far, so good.

Yesterday was my mammogram,
today it's vision screening.

Hm, you still 20/20?

Not bad for a woman my age,
wouldn't you say?

Yeah, yeah, you're fortunate

to still be able
to see things so clearly.

You know, Bill,

clarity is not only about
physical vision.

Shall I tell you what
I see when I look at you?

♪ ♪

Please, be my guest.

Let's hear what the great
Anita Dupree has to say.

When I look at you,

I see a man who had
the world on a string.

A beautiful, brilliant wife

who adored him
with blind devotion.

Two daughters that thought
he strung

the stars and the moon
just for them.

And in-laws who
welcomed him into a legacy

that most men would kill for.

And then,
I look at that same man

who took all that precious cargo
and threw it overboard.

For what? A midlife crisis?

Lust?

Pleasure with a PYT
young enough to be his daughter?

That's ancient history, Anita.
We've all moved on.

Have we?

Because I see the way you look
at my daughter

when you think no one
is watching.

And that look tells
a completely different story.

What you see is two people
who once cared for each other

who are trying to
find something, anything,

to hold on to for the sake
of their children.

Look, I never claimed
to be the perfect husband.

Understatement
of the millennium.

Yeah, but I love my girls.

Fiercely. And whatever
else you think of me,

you cannot argue with that.

And that's why we're having
this civilized conversation

instead of me
telling you where to go

and drawing a map
to show you how to get there.

Anita, I am trying my best
to keep the peace here, okay?

And if last night's
WinterFest proved anything,

it's that maybe, just maybe,

it's possible.

You know, there was a time
when you and Vernon

were more than in-laws to me.

You both were like my
real parents, Vernon especially.

You know, he was the first man
that ever

showed me what
a good father looked like.

Too bad he didn't show you what
a good husband looked like.

All the years that
we have been together,

that man has never once
made me question

where he was laying
his head at night.

That's cutting it close.

Anita left the house
early this morning,

but the staff are all gone.

We could do it
right here in the living room.

I know, I know.

Yes, hurry.

I've been waiting for
this anxiously.

See you soon.

Surprise!

Dani! Don't sneak up
on your old man like that.

Come on. This-this tired heart
can only take so much.

Well, next time I'll bang a gong
to announce myself.

Though, come to think of it,

I think that
might be more startling.

You could ring the doorbell.

In the house I grew up in?

The house where
I lost my first tooth

and faked my first sick day?

Where I learned
to forge your signature

on school permission slips?
Never.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of this unannounced visit?

Can't a daughter just drop by

to see her beloved father
without an ulterior motive?

No.

Very well. Andre and I
are going to have lunch

at the club,
and I thought it would be nice

for you and Mother to join us.

Last night at WinterFest
was so magical,

but we barely got two
minutes with either of you.

Oh, that's such a lovely offer,
but I'm afraid

I've got to take a rain check.

Your mother's
out on an appointment,

and I don't know when
she's gonna come back.

Oh, phooey. Well, promise me

we'll have
a proper double date soon.

I really want you and Mother
to love Andre as much as I do.

We have already welcomed Andre
into this family

with open arms.
And truthfully,

he fits a little better
than Bill ever did.

I know that Vernon
is the ideal husband, right?

And I am long past
measuring up to that.

All I want now, Anita,

is for you to accept
me as Dani's ex-husband

and the father
of your grandchildren.

Well, since Dani

has given you grace,
I suppose I can as well.

And Lord knows
I have needed my share

of second chances in this life.

Well, I appreciate that, Anita.

But I suspect that Dani's
change of heart has more to do

with her new marital status
than any spiritual revelation.

I mean, come on, you know
she's always more agreeable

when she's happy.

And Dani is happy.
Make no mistake about that.

I haven't seen her this happy
since before--

Well, we both
know what happened.

And, you know, a lot
of the credit goes to Andre.

Yeah, it is
an interesting pairing.

I was actually surprised to hear
that you and Vernon approved.

Well, it's not the union
one would expect, but it works.

Now, if only Nicole could
find someone to make her happy,

I would sleep
a lot better at night.

Yeah.

You know,
I always thought Nicole

and Ted made a great couple.

But, hey, even in the best
marriages, things happen.

Things happen?

Are you equating infidelity with
some kind of weather pattern?

My point is life is messy, okay?

Listen, I genuinely
hope that Nicole

finds someone who makes
her as happy as Hayley makes me.

It's... I like to be there
for these things.

Accept my apology
for snapping earlier.

Of course.

In the meantime,

no need for letting a perfectly
good tea go to waste.

I had a late night--
I could use a pick-me-up.

Oh.

Hey.

There's more in the break room.

This one's for me.

Of course.

I'll leave you to it.

Give me a second.

Hey, Cookie, what's going on?

No, I'm just here with Joey,

going over some spreadsheet
drama, what's happening?

HAYLEY:
I need to see you now.

Are you good?

Do I sound good?

Come quick.
I'll text you the location.

All right, I'm on my way.

I got to run out for a minute.

My, uh, lady friend Cookie,
she needs my help.

You know, car trouble.
You know how it is.

Tell Mrs. Hamilton I said hello.

Oh. You've been on my mind.

Ted got you home from
the WinterFest okay, I take it?

Well, if you hadn't stood me up,

there would be no need to ask,
since it would have been you.

But that would require
being seen with me.

I didn't stand you up.

But what do I have to do
to make you understand?

You can start by not
making decisions for me.

The only one who decides
what's for my good is me.

But you get to decide for me?

-That's not what I'm doing.
-The moment we are seen

together at a social event,

the country club
starts whispering,

the charity groups
start questioning

and red flags start going up

that could put everything
that we've-- actually,

scratch that, because this
predates my having met you--

everything that I've worked for
in jeopardy.

You're a public person.

You're not shy about
lunching at the club

or renting out Uptown
for the night.

There's nothing about
going to that event

that would have been
subtle or casual

or easily explained.
That would have made a statement

Loud and clear.
That we're serious.

And, obviously, that's what
you're trying to avoid.

-Vanessa...
-Well, I am done

being Joey Armstrong's
dirty little secret.

I never asked you to save me.

Fine, I'll stop trying.

But you should bear in mind
that orange jumpsuits

don't come with designer labels.

And prison commissaries
don't stock champagne.

You're just trying to scare me
with worst-case scenarios.

No, I'm trying to help you
avoid catastrophe,

something I learned
the hard way.

You know, I've been
the boogeyman of the DMV

longer than I can remember,
but you?

You live the kind of life
people dream about.

Your name will open doors.
Your children respect you.

Do you respect me?

More than you know.

I'm not trying to control you.

I'm just trying to protect what
you've built, what I've built.

And what we're building
together.

While not being seen together?

I'm fine with people
seeing me on your arm,

because I'm not ashamed
of this thing between us.

I have nothing to hide.

Except all the money
that's being laundered

through your
real estate company.

The paper trail

that connects you to me

in ways that will blow
all of this up.

Which is exactly why
you should have come last night.

If we're parading around
together in public,

people will focus
on your legit businesses,

and not the rumored ones.

Don't leave it to me to tell you
how to do your job,

but it's basic misdirection.

Oh, look at the time--
maybe you should run along.

You don't want
to keep Andre waiting.

Daddy, are you trying
to get rid of me?

Of course not.

I just know how I feel when

your mother keeps me waiting all
alone at our table at the club,

which happens some
more often these days.

Well, maybe she's busy making
herself beautiful for you.

[plays a tune]

Perfecting perfection?

Which that was not.

She often runs late because
she's busy changing the world.

That woman was a star
long before she met me.

She never needed
my approval to know her worth.

I am just reminding you she
doesn't take you for granted.

Mom's the one who told me
all those stories

about all the women

back in the day
who had their eye on

Vernon Dupree--

including other Articulettes.

You make me sound
like a Motown heartthrob.

You were.

Brain of Baldwin
and the style of Belafonte.

You were the eligible bachelor.

Never doubt it.

My mother appreciates her man,

even if she doesn't
have to worry about

some wild woman luring him away.

No, she certainly doesn't
have to worry about that.

Tell me, Bill,
how does your wife feel

about you taking such
an interest in all things Dani?

We have daughters.

Hayley understands that Dani
and I will never be

entirely out
of each other's lives

because of Naomi and Chelsea.

Mm.

You sure that's all it is?

It's better for the girls
that we get along, right?

That's what matters.

You don't fool me,
Bill Hamilton.

And neither does this

"whatever it takes
to keep the peace" routine.

Just remember.

I see y...

You. About damn time.

I've been standing here
having a panic attack.

All right, take a breath, coz,
I got here as fast as I could.

So, what's going on? You look
like you just caught a case.

Not yet.

But we have a problem.
A big one.

Okay, what is it?

Bill's at
Garland Memorial having

comprehensive blood work done.

Our whole plan
is about to go up in smoke.

I was beginning to think you had
forgotten about me,

Dr. Montgomery.

Now, you know that's not true.

Why aren't you in the exam room?

I'm fielding calls
from my office.

There's better reception
out here.

Well, I have the results
to your blood work here.

Let's go talk in private.

You don't see the problem here?

What if they find this
in his system?

Okay, they won't.

Oh, so you're clairvoyant now?

No, but I am
a damn good listener.

And what you asked for
was clear:

tasteless, odorless, slow,

undetectable.

I know damn well what I said,

but this isn't the same batch.

For all we know,
your guy could have switched up

the recipe or cut corners.

It's the same stuff,
I guarantee it.

-And your guy swears by that?
-He better.

The man knows in my world,

it's not just
your rep that dies slow.

I told him I needed
something that won't show up

in an autopsy,
which means it won't show up

in a blood test either.

Don't tell me you're
getting scared now.

Man, you can miss me
with all that.

I've been solid since day one.

And as long as everything
you just said is true,

then we good.

Is there a problem, Doctor?

Should there be?

I don't know, you're combing
through that chart

like you're looking
for buried treasure.

Well, I like to be thorough.

Especially given your history
of ignoring warning signs.

I see what you did there,
the low-level shade.

-Hmm.
-What is it?

You see something?

I do.

You're healthy.

Glucose normal,
so is your red blood cell

and platelet count.

Electrolytes
right where we want them.

All things we look at after
a patient has had a stroke.

-Everything looks great.
-Hey, excellent.

If anything concerning
shows up in the additional labs,

we'll either call you directly
or upload the results

to your online health portal.

Okay, so I'm done here.

Uh, almost.

How are you otherwise?

Are you able to accomplish

your normal activities?

You mean other than when
I'm here wasting billable hours?

Any functional limitations?
Issues with speech or memory?

No, I'm fine.

Carrying a full caseload,

which I'd love to get back to,
by the way.

As well as my family,

who I promised
to carve out more time for.

So, um...

Did you and Chelsea
have a good Thanksgiving?

Did your whole family
get to come out?

Mr. Hamilton.

I'd like to keep things
professional.

At the moment,
you are my patient.

Not my girlfriend's father.

Of course. Do your thing.

Good. Now that I'm done...

Thanksgiving was a disaster.

Oh.

Your daughter and I
aren't even speaking.

KAT:
Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.

Correction: it's afternoon.

Are you feeling better?

Did you peep your mentions yet?

Everyone was asking
where the fashion queen

of Fairmont Crest was
last night.

I take it that's a no.

Here, I got you some
green juice.

It's that kale, lemon, ginger
concoction you like.

Thanks, coz, you're a lifesaver.

Mm-hmm, and there's some broth

and jasmine rice in the fridge
from Uptown.

You were completely conked out
last night when

I brought it home for you.

I don't have much of
an appetite right now,

but I'll try to eat later.

Instead, you can
fill me in on yesterday.

My mentions claimed
that you weren't

at WinterFest either.

Watching my dad parade
his do-over daughter around

wasn't my idea of holiday cheer.

So I skipped it to spend
a little alone time with Tomas.

Oh, skipping family obligations
for bae?

Sounds promising.

Yeah, I thought that too.

-Didn't turn out so well.
-What happened?

Tomas asked me
to move in with him.

And that's bad?

I turned him down.

Why?

Last time I saw you two,
you both were going on and on

about how you were on cloud nine
after your romantic weekend.

While Madison and I
were on the hot mess express,

it seemed like you two couldn't
get enough of each other.

What changed?

So let me get this straight.

You're the one
who wanted Donnell to go right

back to college right after
his father's funeral...

...so he wouldn't get wind
of our situation,

and now you want to go public?

Makes perfect sense to me.

As you just said,
Donnell's away at school.

So is Deanna-- they don't have
to know anything about this.

It's almost Christmastime.

They're bound to come visit,
aren't they?

Actually,

they won't,
because they're going away

on a ski trip with friends.

Well, they'll
come home sometime.

And when they do, how do you
think they're going to feel

about their mother
being involved with me?

Or anyone so soon
after their father's death?

I would wager

they wouldn't
feel too good about it.

Or anyone else in this town,
for that matter.

I don't care.

I mean it, Joey.

I spent so many years trying
to tamp down my true desires.

Sublimating my passion
by hiring escorts.

Having flings
with personal trainers.

Do you know what it's like
to live in a gilded cage?

To attend charity events

and country club dinners
with a husband

who hasn't truly
seen you in years?

I wasted so
many years hiding, I...

I don't want to hide anymore.

I understand how you feel.

I do.

But I still think
it's a bad idea.

We should keep things
the way they are right now.

Or maybe
we should just hit pause

on our personal relationship.

Seems extreme.

It's how I feel.

Okay, then,
that's what we'll do.

Vernon, are you home?

Dr. Ahn says I am good to go,

so you are stuck with me
for another...

Oh, my God.

-Vernon?
-Perfect timing.

Are you ready for a feast,
my dear beautiful lady?

I took the liberty of making
reservations for two.

What is all of this?

Something smells divine.

What is... Is that...

is that gumbo?

Your senses are not
betraying you.

I had the entire meal
flown in from Dooky Chase's.

First class, dry ice--
the works.

Oh, my...

You know that is
one of my favorite

restaurants in all the world.
I love Dooky Chase.

Do you remember
how we'd go there

every time you performed
in New Orleans?

You were already
a fixture by then.

All those meetings with your
coalition brothers upstairs,

planning to change
the world over shrimp and grits.

Yeah, we called it soul fuel.

What did I do to deserve this?

You exist.

You and our love
should be celebrated every day.

Now that WinterFest is over,

we have a small window of
opportunity for some alone time

before we get inundated
with Christmas craziness.

So are your parents coming?

Apparently,
they had other plans.

Daddy was being very mysterious.

He had that look that
he gets in his eye

when he's planning something
for mother.

Yeah, your father's still

romancing his queen
after all these years.

I respect that.

Though I'm not complaining

that I get to have my wife
all to myself.

WinterFest was amazing,
wasn't it?

Yeah, your family
knows how to throw down.

I think my best part
was feeling like

I was really
a part of the family.

It was nice to be surrounded
by all of that love again.

All kinds of love.

What do you mean?

How was it seeing
Ashley last night?

I'm not teasing,
I'm genuinely curious.

Any twinges?

Sure.

I could see her sadness,

which made me feel bad
because she's such a...

...she's such a good person.

Ashley thought she had
her whole life figured out

and then it just blew up
all around her.

I know what that feels like.

You do have a knack for seeing
beauty that other people miss

because they're just
not paying attention.

Photography has made
you so observant.

Kind of a superpower.

I would have picked something
way cooler, like teleporting

or x-ray vision.

You're a good person.

Naughty, but good.

-However, I must warn you.
-Okay.

Do not become

Ashley's shoulder to cry on.

You are my man,

and I'm not sharing you.

Woman, you don't ever
have to worry about that.

-Okay.
-Come here.

Vanessa.

-Anastasia.
-Day drinking alone?

How very last husband of you.

You are
an absolutely vile woman.

Don't you have
something better to do?

Escorts to order? Botox
appointments to cry through?

Oh, sweetheart.

Don't project.

You're the one who could
use some of that special TLC

that you've been peddling
to all the ladies around here.

Remember when you used
to hold court at this bar?

Now you can't even
hold a man's attention. Hm.

"Hm..."

Are you really gonna
make me drag it out of you?

Come on, what's the tea
on why you curved

your Puerto Rican corazón
when he asked you to move in?

I'm so into Tomas,
it's embarrassing.

I do want to build
a life with him.

-But?
-But...

I want to do it on my terms.

I can't just slide into
moving in together

because it's
the logical next step.

I-I need to know
we're doing this

because we're genuinely ready

to build something
beautiful together,

not just trying to check a box.

You're protecting your peace
and thinking about your future.

That is perfectly reasonable.

But, real talk,

you love him.
And the way he looks at you--

I mean, even I can tell

that he genuinely
cares about you.

He does. That's what
makes it so complicated.

I completely understand.

I figured you would

since you're in the same boat
with Madison.

I specifically warned Chelsea
not to fall for my mother's act.

I told her exactly what would
happen, but the minute we walked

through the door,
Chelsea was like a convert

at the altar,

embracing all my mom's
new age theories

about healing crystals
and magic herbs.

And when I tried to redirect the
conversation to anywhere else,

Chelsea kept encouraging my mom
to tell her more.

And God, does my mom
love an audience.

And there was Chelsea,
just happy to give it to her.

Hey, look, I don't know,

maybe my daughter was just
trying to be polite, you know?

It was her first time
meeting your family.

It was more than that.

Things went from
uncomfortable to unbearable.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Coz, different batch,
same secret sauce.

Okay? Completely untraceable.

Look, when Bill
finally checks out,

every doctor
from here to Georgetown

is gonna chalk it up
as natural causes,

just like we planned it.

But what if the test
shows traces of...

Coz, the test
ain't gonna show nothing,

'cause there ain't
nothing to show.

Okay? This ain't
my guy's first rodeo.

I want to believe it, Randy, but
if something goes wrong, I...

Coz, believe it, okay?
But more than that,

why don't you believe me?

Look, you are this close

to getting your hands
on a serious bag.

A ten million dollar
life insurance policy.

However much money
is sitting in that college fund,

you can cash out that black card
plus a house on St. Barts.

Come on, coz.

I need you.

Don't let your nerves mess up

the biggest come-up
of your life.

I'm so sorry I have
to cut our lunch short.

I need to see
if Chelsea's feeling better.

Okay, go.
Handle your business, babe.

I'll stay here and I'll
sign the bill. It's cool.

-Always the gentleman.
-Of course.

-Mind if I join you?
-Hey, Vanessa.

Something wrong?

No, no, nothing
another drink won't fix.

Vanessa, sweetheart,
what happened?

You can trust Andre.

I tell him everything, anyway.

It's about Joey.

Should I speed this up?

I can think of
ten million answers to that.

There you are, baby.

How was your checkup?

Caroline told me.

You know I would have
gone with you.

Baby, I didn't want
to worry you unnecessarily.

But I passed it
with flying colors.

Dr. Montgomery says
everything looks perfect.

Better than perfect, actually.

That's a relief. Tea?

Oh, no, not now, baby.

I still have
to prepare for my meeting

with that prospective client.

That wasn't a question.

Look, if you want to keep up

those A+ examinations,
drink up.

Wife's orders.

You're right.

Here's to you, baby, for always
looking out for my health.

Mm.

She basically said that I was
self-centered and inconsiderate.

Well, she didn't
use those exact words,

but she was way more diplomatic.

That's Gran for you.

Brutally honest,
but makes it sound elegant.

She told me the story
about her and granddad's

first Christmas,
how she tried to connect

with his Aunt Melba
despite knowing

that he had problems with her,

which made him feel
completely disrespected.

And that got me to realize
that I did

the exact same thing to Madison.

So much for being
the perfect girlfriend.

I was so thirsty to show her
that I can handle

her family drama I completely
steamrolled over her boundaries.

I wonder if she'll
ever forgive me.

Well, here's your chance
to find out.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I figured you were working.

I just saw my last
patient for the day-- your dad.

-It's not another stroke, is it?
-It was just

a checkup, he's fine.

But I'm afraid I gave him
an earful about us.

Oh?

After he left,
I realized I should probably

be talking to you instead.

And that's my cue.

I should probably
check on those fabric samples.

You don't have to
leave your own space, coz.

You want to go for a walk?

What about your cold?
Your sinuses sound congested.

I could use some air.

And then we could
clear things up?

I would like that.

Joey didn't even try to stop me.

He-he just stood there
like some marble statue

while I stormed away,

like-like I wasn't
worth the effort.

Maybe it's fate
trying to step in.

Joey leaving you might
be the best thing for you.

It absolutely is not!

Uh, maybe you should
get some food.

It might actually
help you feel better.

I am tired of playing
the perfect grieving widow.

Through living my life according
to everyone's expectations.

Dear, dear.

The club frowns upon loud voices
in the dining room, Vanessa.

If you're on the verge
of a nervous collapse,

might I suggest
the ladies lounge?

I believe they have
smelling salts on hand

just for this type of episode.

Oh, perhaps you should
take them yourself,

Anastasia,
and blow them up your...

All right, all right. Vanessa?

Let's go home.

Dani's right.

You are making a scene.

Joey?

What are you doing here?

Making a scene.

Well, that was delicious.

Absolutely delicious.

And I am so glad
I had my cholesterol checked

before that indulgence,

or I would never hear
the end of it from Dr. Ahn.

Oh. Well, I hope I didn't
put you in the doghouse.

-Did I?
-No, you didn't.

And what the doctor doesn't know
won't hurt her.

Thank you so much for this...

incredibly thoughtful gesture.

You know, most men would have
to be in the doghouse themselves

before they'd do
something like this.

But you, sir--
it's just any other day.

I wanted the memory
of this afternoon

to stand like a lighthouse

on the edge of this year,

guiding us safely

into the harbor of the next.

Well, you have succeeded.

And if you keep this up in 2026,

it is going to be
the best year ever.

Amen to that.

I'm the one who

gave Rowena
the... the night off, so, uh,

let me clear the plates.

-Thank you, sweetheart.
-Mm-hmm.

[phone vibrates]

Hello, Dr. Ahn.

Your ears must have been
burning.

I was just talking about you.

What?

What do you mean, more tests?

-I was thinking...
-Hm?

Maybe we do something different

for Christmas this year.

Different how?

Maybe...

St. Barts. Our new place
should be ready by then.

Hm.

Mm. Mmm.

Mm...

Okay.
Whatever you want, baby.

Would you like a refill?

No, no thanks.
If I have any more,

I'll be floating
to that meeting.

[grunts loudly]

And besides,

I need to get back
to the research for the...

Hayley.

Baby, I don't...

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