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"Where's Scorsese and Coppola?

This Red Market story's made for Hollywood."

Cool. Read another one.

Okay. Uh... "Impactful coverage so rare.

Kudos. Keep the in-depth analysis coming."

Ah, you're cheesing so hard right now. Dad. Any more?

Yes, but I am gonna tear myself away

before the comments on my article give me a big head.

Slatealso picked it up,

and there's even more people chiming in.

Well, I wish I could stay for the tea,

but I've got to stop at Orphey Gene's

before a Platinum Deb event at the club.

I get it, you're busy.

Over 400 likes goes hard, though, Dad,

and it looks like it's got a ton of shares.

Oh.

"Good on Bradley Smith

for helping run the Impaler out of San Francisco and the DMV."

My dad, the hero.

Is this an evil eye game you two play for fun or something?

What am I missing?

No clue. Joey?

I need to speak to my sister in private.

Oh. Ooh, I know this tone.

This is the "you left an empty carton of O.J.

in the fridge" tone.

-I'm not so sure about that. -Oh, I am.

It's just like when he accused me of stealing an item

that he lost on his own.

I was innocent then and I'm innocent now.

Is that the way you're gonna play this?

You seem so serious.

Okay, it looks like you two need a time-out.

-Why don't we try that? -Great idea.

I'll just go find a corner and put myself there to cool off.

? ?

I'm hoping to wrap up the Impaler investigation,

but I'm still waiting on the carrier records

for the phone number I got from San Francisco

that matches the number on my file.

-So, no case closed. -Not yet.

Unfortunately, the judge denied my exigent request,

so it's no telling when we'll get the info.

Yeah, I know it's frustrating,

but it will be well worth the wait

if you get a lead, all right?

In the meantime, I'm off to meet

with the tech bureau to talk upgrades.

They can't come soon enough.

And I'll be back afterwards

because a birdie told me that Izaiah's stopping by later.

-A birdie named Ma? -That's the one.

She knew I'd like to see him, so...

Ooh, is that a gift for moi?

-Not this time, Mama. -Hi, Leslie.

-Hi. Ooh. -Bye, Leslie.

-Thanks for your help, babe. -Mm-hmm.

So who's he buying gifts for?

His mother.

Oh, good. Maybe it'll help pull that big old stick

-out her big old... -Mama.

What happened to you trying to get along with Darlene?

It's... I mean, come on, it is a work in progress.

So...

What did Izaiah buy 'Lene?

Kat gave him a ChelseaKat purse,

and he's gifting it to his mother.

For what?

Didn't you always tell me I would know exactly

how a man would treat me based on how he treats his mother?

-Yes, but, honey, that is... -You cannot deny, okay?

It was sweet.

It's a waste. Okay?

Dispatcher Darlene-

where's she gonna wear a ChelseaKat bag to? Huh?

The only club she's a part of is the high horse club.

Darlene has been nice to me since the transplant.

Oh, has she been nice? Okay.

Okay, well, that means you should be nice back to her.

Darlene is not "ChelseaKat purse" nice.

Birthing and raising Izaiah wasn't enough?

Okay, look, I'm just saying that maybe

you should've talked him into giving it to me.

For what?

It's recompense for all those times

that you ditched your poor, lonely, sad mother.

Just to be with him.

Showcasing ChelseaKat in Tokyo was a dream of ours,

but there's no way we could collaborate

with a fashion house that might be a sweatshop.

Of course not.

So, that's why we had to pull out of the Tokyo show.

There's a special place in hell for the people running companies

with unsafe and abusive working conditions.

You've done the right thing.

Thank you, Gran. You and Granddad taught us well.

You know, even though things don't work out the way we plan,

they eventually work out the way they should.

I feel an Articulettes story coming on.

I never thought I'd get the second chance to sing

with Tracy and Sharon again.

And I certainly didn't think I'd get the opportunity

to make things right for Barbara,

even though I had to make a deal with a she-devil

to make it happen.

-Oh, man. You just missed Pops. -That's too bad.

Yeah, I can see how choked up you are about it.

-I'm heartbroken. -What you got?

It's for Ma.

-Wait, should I be worried? -About?

You obviously did something wrong.

Why else would you come in here bearing gifts?

Nothing's wrong.

Yeah, right.

I-I'm serious.

Bro.

It's not Ma's birthday or a holiday.

When we were kids and you got in trouble at school,

Ma would come home to your room being spotless.

And what's the first thing she said to you?

-"What'd you do?" -"What'd you do?"

Maybe I'm gunning for your golden boy status.

Oh, nah. Man, I got that spot on lock.

Not even Ma's precious baby boy

could knock me off that pedestal.

All right, keep talking

and watch me go Cain and Abel on you.

Well, I am headed to Orphey Gene's to do some work,

and Izaiah is meeting me after he drops the gift off.

Oh, well, I'll just tag along.

Weren't you just there?

And?

Okay, fine.

I just don't want to be alone for the rest of the day.

Okay, I am not buying your crocodile tears

and your "I'm so lonely" complaints.

Stop treating your mama like I am the boy who cried wolf.

Okay, remember Izaiah and I just dropped everything

to have dinner with you at the club?

Well, my apologies.

Forgive me for being such a burden.

Mama, you have friends.

Go shopping or something with Jan, and-and you have Marcel.

Okay, Jan is all booed up with her man,

and Marcel gives me a lot.

And he gives it to me good.

But he can't give me girl talk.

Okay, sexy time talk should be shared with Jan, not me.

I'm just saying, you know, it's like I want to talk

about my man, just not to him.

What about that Articulettes project?

What about it?

You'll meet new people.

There will be engineers and audio technicians to chat up,

and maybe you'll end up even being friends

with Tracy, Sharon, and Anita.

Ooh, and maybe the tooth fairy

and the Easter Bunny "Wabbit" will invite me to tea.

Okay, please do not go into those sessions

with a chip on your shoulder.

Oh, hey, you talking about these lovely shoulders here?

The ones that belong in sexy sleeveless dresses

and not weighed down by messy Articulettes, hm?

Didn't they agree to your terms?

Reluctantly.

Okay, Anita did share that recording of your mother

singing "Happy Birthday,"

and she even made a copy for you.

Things are moving in the right direction, Mama.

Hey, I'm cautiously optimistic

about the project turning out smoothly.

What if it's successful and you make some friends?

My goal is to protect my mama.

And if I have to ruffle some feathers in the meantime,

so be it.

Unfortunately, Leslie is taking a producer credit

in exchange for the use of Barbara's vocals,

and she's going to be sitting in on all the recording sessions,

and she gets an equal share of any compensation.

Just like Eva took a piece of me.

The diabolical duo are nothing but takers.

That is not exactly what happened, Kat.

I know, but if Eva were conscious,

she probably would've tackled me and snatched my liver.

And now, Leslie is taking your first love- music-

and putting her stank all over it.

You know, let's move on to brighter topics.

How's the new condo?

Perfect in every way.

I chose transitional decor with art deco touches here and there.

The rooftop pool- perfect for tanning.

And, you know, I have a lot of free nights to watch the sunset.

Ah. How many free nights?

Mm... Well, Tomas has been busy with work, um,

and when we are together, things are a little tense.

But we had a great talk last night, and we're back on track.

Okay.

Well, we can't all have a perfect relationship

like you and Granddad.

Granddad and I put in the work.

Yeah, and we're trying to do that.

Ups and downs are natural, Kat.

Yeah, and we're just in the down side of the equation.

Listen, sweetheart.

You are a very intuitive young woman.

Your gut never lets you down,

and if it's telling you that the ups

are not worth going through the downs,

you need to reevaluate where the ride's taking you.

Uh...

All this heart talk's got me craving

a Justicia Caliente from Uptown.

Now, did you know it was named after Naomi?

Mm-hmm. I did hear that, and it sounds delicious.

Want to come?

I'd love to,

but I have a Fairmont Crest garden club meeting.

-Want to come? -Ooh, um...

Flowers at the club. Margs at Uptown.

I'm gonna go with Uptown.

I need to relax and work on my vibe.

Well, I could do this all day. I have nowhere to be.

Well, I do have somewhere to be.

Play nice.

Randy.

Would you walk Vanessa to her car, please?

You should ask Vanessa for a day pass

to the country club spa.

Giles, the masseuse there, oh, he'd work wonders

on all that tension in your body.

I thought I made it clear

when I told you I didn't want you in my territory.

But after what Randy just informed me of,

you obviously don't respect me.

Randy is such a buzzkill.

I was gonna surprise you when we got to Uptown.

What were you thinking?

Well, I was thinking an opportunity-

investment opportunity- presented itself.

Because you coerced the owner,

who happens to be a friend.

Oh, you have friends?

Well, you always said it gets so messy with friends

when you have to teach them a lesson.

Mm.

Oh, Joey.

I just wanted a legitimate business in the DMV.

You know how important that is to me,

and it doesn't get more legitimate than a restaurant.

And it doesn't get more popular than Uptown.

Cheers.

You've always taken a mile if given an inch.

Well, I did learn from the best.

I allowed it because you're my baby sister.

-Mm-hmm. -But we're adults now, Heather,

and I'm sorry, but you're just not as cute as you used to be.

In fact,

you're getting on my last nerve.

Mm.

Because I love you, I'm gonna ignore that

"not so cute" comment.

Oh, God, Joey, what-what's the big deal?

I told you I didn't want any blowback coming from you

and landing on my doorstep.

Well, that's exactly why I bought Uptown.

If anything untoward happens in my organization,

it's gonna land on my doorstep.

And I have a back alley where I can hide all the bodies.

So, tell me what's going on with Joey and Heather.

Vanessa, if Joey wanted you to know,

he would've asked you to stay.

I'm his partner, Randy.

How's Deanna?

Did you ever get to the bottom of what was bothering her

at Orphey Gene's?

She found some tickets to a museum exhibit

Doug bought her for Christmas. It was called Cause of My Death.

It held special meaning for her and her dad.

-Poor kid. -Mm.

She spiraled, said she wanted to skip a semester.

Thankfully, Izaiah Hawthorne's her academic advisor.

He convinced Deanna to stay in school.

That's good.

I don't think Doug would've cosigned on ditching college.

True.

I mean, he was all about education.

You know, that's what got him

off those streets and living behind the gates with you.

Too bad his education in street smarts

didn't stop him from getting behind the wheel

when he was drunk.

We've all made mistakes.

And... we all have regrets.

-There but for the grace of God... -Go I. Mm-hmm.

And I...

Um...

I have a huge regret about the night Doug died.

-Vanessa, we don't... -I wasn't there for Doug.

Because I was in Puerto Rico with Joey.

-What's up? -Uh, those are yours.

More shoes?

Stereotype much? I ordered closet organizers.

Hmm. 'Cause here I thought

that your closet and the guest closet were already organized.

These are for Tyrell's closet.

Since he won't be here, mm, I've got dibs.

How would you feel if we turned your room

into a gym when you went to college?

Great. Then it'd save me a trip to Fairmont Crest

when I'm in town.

I was trying to make a point.

And I'm listening.

My point is this will always be Tyrell's home,

just like your room will always be yours.

So, no matter how grown you get or old you feel,

you'll always have a place to come back to whenever you want.

Aw.

I love that, Dad, and I love you for saying that.

-More organizers? -Shoes.

Now, if only I had some place to put them.

DARLENE: Stop playing with me.

-DARLENE: Ooh... -IZAIAH: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

DARLENE: Oh...

We got a winner here. Wait a minute.

I'm glad you like it. It's a hot item.

Wait, where'd you get this from?

No, Ma, it... it's a hot item 'cause it comes out

at the end of the month, not 'cause I boosted it.

Can't believe I have a second ChelseaKat bag.

IZAIAH: Now, look inside.

Oh, okay.

"Enjoy your ChelseaKat Darling bag.

With love, Chelsea and Kat."

Darling for Darlene.

It's meant to be.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hang-hang on.

'Cause I can't help but wonder how my brother

got his hands on a purse that's not even in stores yet.

Uh, Kat gave it to me.

And why didn't you give it to Eva?

Uh, Eva may be walking around with a piece of Kat's liver,

but she's definitely not walking around with no ChelseaKat bag.

Okay, now can we circle back to how Izaiah got the bag?

Right place, right time.

Uh, she was giving it to Tomas for his abuela.

Okay, and why didn't he take it?

Kat said he was being an ass,

and she knew Mom was a fan, so she offered me the bag.

-And how did Kat know that? -IZAIAH: Duh.

Come on, bro, me and Kat are friends. We chop it up.

Oh, look at that. He chops it up with Kat Richardson now.

-Is that a problem for you? -If y'all don't stop

before I hit you both upside the head

with my new ChelseaKat bag.

-He started it. -He started it.

[phone vibrates]

Devon Winters. This is a nice surprise.

But our studio time is already booked.

Why are you changing the date?

I'm sorry, who called?

No, I-I'll take care of this. Thank you for letting me know.

Noah is such an asset at the clinic.

Mm. Well, I think that his daddy,

Dr. Feel-Good, should come through more often,

especially when I'm there.

[phone chimes]

Uh-oh.

I have been summoned by the grande dame of Fairmont Crest.

I'm pretty sure I know what it's about, too.

What have you done to the Duprees this time, Mama?

Now, what would make you think I've done anything?

Ta-ta.

This walk's the Dani Dupree.

-Okay. -Okay. Hey. Okay, hold on. Hey.

-Show me. -Get it, Ma. Hey. Hey.

-Okay. -JACOB: Don't forget to smize, Ma. Don't forget.

-Don't hurt him now. -Hey, son.

-Pops. -What y'all doing?

Are you turning my police station

into D.C. Fashion Week?

-With a splash of the Soul Trainline. -[phone vibrates]

Let me take this in the back.

A gift from Izaiah. By way of Kat.

Looks expensive.

Yeah. Yeah. Um, I'm glad you like the purse, Ma.

I'm-a get out of here.

-Thank you, son. I love it. -Mm-hmm. That's great.

All I said was "hey."

-Maybe it's about what you didn't say. -What?

Anyway, it's the start of a new semester at Banneker.

Izaiah's probably busy.

Mm-hmm. Too busy for family, huh?

I wish you were here earlier

to hear them bickering.

Made me miss the days when all three of them

were living at home.

Yeah, I remember coming through the door,

all of them running up to me wanting to hear stories

of how I caught the bad guys.

Those days, he looked at me as a hero and not some hard-ass.

Baby, we did the best we could,

-and I'm proud of us. -Mm.

And I'm proud of the men that our sons have become.

And you should be, too.

All right? Now, my break is over.

Think about what you want for dinner.

-All right. -All right then.

How was the meeting with

-the technical services bureau? -Surprising.

We might have a break in the Lia Whitmore case,

but it hits close to home.

Hey, Smitty. Working on the sweatshop story?

Hey. No. The Red Market series.

Lia's death reignited public interest in the case.

Oh. Crazy how that happens.

Well, those podcasters reached out to me again

about doing another interview.

Oh, my gosh.

Well, I hope Martin's campaign manager

can loosen the leash

and let you do at least one episode

-on Deadly in the DMV. -I...

definitely don't mind waiting till after the election.

Well, the Red Market may be old news by then.

Need to keep your name trending while it's hot.

I have to admit, the attention has been

pretty good for my ego.

Mm-hmm. As it should be.

I don't regret a single minute

with Martin or the kids. But...

these articles and the response to them-

it's made me realize I haven't lost my drive,

-my ambition. -Or...

your talent.

And I will do whatever it takes to not lose sight of that again.

Your girlfriend's got good taste.

She's put in the work to refine it.

Yeah, I might want to borrow her decorator

to gussy up Uptown a little bit.

-[phone chimes] -Oh.

Excuse me, it's just one of my new employees.

So, you want to take me up on that lunch offer? My treat.

How involved do you plan to be at Uptown?

Mm, I'm not gonna hand out menus or wash dishes,

-if that's what you mean. -You know it isn't.

I don't plan on staying in town, either.

Are you happy? 'Cause I do know that's what you mean.

Yes, it is.

-I have a life in London. -Good.

You should get back to it.

If you step out of line here, I'll burn that life down.

Okay.

Don't make me hurt you.

Get out of here.

It feels like a huge weight

has just been lifted off my shoulders.

I've never shared that with anybody else.

I'm not entirely sure you should've shared it with me.

I think you're the perfect confidant, Randy.

And why is that?

There's a certain comfort that comes from knowing each other

over the years and in different contexts.

Probably helps that I know how to keep a secret.

I don't expect you to be happy that I was seeing Joey

while Doug was still alive.

You and Doug had a...

unique relationship.

It worked for you.

Until it didn't.

And I've been feeling extremely guilty

about not being there for Doug

the night he died because I was with Joey.

-Hey. -No, keeping it to myself

has been eating me alive.

I feel guilty, too, still.

For not doing more to keep my friend away from those cards.

I know. I-I keep waiting for my regrets to fade away,

and... they don't.

Doug kept trying to...

...solve his problems on his own.

Yeah. But it was more than he could handle.

Vanessa, we both wish we could go back

and do things differently,

but you shouldn't feel guilty

for things that were just out of your control.

-Hey, Aunt Eva. How's it going? -Samantha, sit with me.

Um, I've only got a few minutes.

I've got to get to the club for Platinum Deb duties.

You make it sound like a nine-to-five job.

Sometimes it feels like that.

Are you here for a milkshake boost?

I'm dropping off June's lucky pen.

She left it behind at Tyrell's going-away party.

She swears it helps her get more orders right than wrong.

Oh, busy, busy.

I know one thing you can take off your plate.

The ChelseaKat purse launch in Tokyo.

-Ugh. Don't remind me. -I know.

My dads had finally agreed to let me go,

with adult supervision, and then it was off.

Well, for good reason, but still.

-Tough break. -I know.

I had already mapped out my whole itinerary.

I was gonna walk through the Japanese garden

above the clouds, make my own jeans at Betty Smith Ebisu,

buy a vintage kimono in Yanaka for June,

and wear traditional attire at a matcha tea ceremony.

Well, you can still see and do all the things on your list.

When?

Whenever. Just plan for it.

I barely have time to do everything

that I want right now.

The older you get, the faster time flies.

Okay, Are you 17 or 70?

I just want an exciting life.

You already have that, Samantha.

If you say so.

Okay, first, just really let yourself feel.

Notice when you're excited in the day-to-day.

Imagine wearing your Platinum Deb crown

while you're volunteering.

They'll think I'm nuts for smiling all the time.

Let them. Savor life, Samantha.

Don't swallow it down without tasting it.

You seem to have this unique talent

for inserting yourself where you don't belong.

The country club, my daughter's marriage,

Articulettes business.

You brought me here to insult me?

Devon Winters called and told me you rescheduled the studio time.

Sharon, Tracy, and I agreed on that date.

You're not entitled to make unilateral decisions

when the Articulettes are concerned.

Like you did when you kicked my mama out of the group?

We agreed to let you sit in the corner

and watch the recording.

That's as far as your participation goes.

Why can't you admit that I might bring something to the table?

Maybe because everything you've brought to my table

has been toxic and destructive.

See, it's that attitude right there

that made me reach out to Devon, okay?

'Cause I wouldn't put it past you to tell me

the wrong day and the wrong time.

No, sweetheart, that's a play from your handbook, not mine.

I'm a woman of my word.

You swore you'd fund the blind trust

for my mama's heirs until you found out it was me.

Joke's on you.

Thanks to my financial advisor's nose for investments,

I'll still be balling and hobnobbing

with the cr�me de la crme.

And when they find out that I'm a producer for the Articulettes?

Oh, they'll be lining up to be in my entourage.

There it is.

Social status.

That's really the only reason you're interested, isn't it?

Climbing on the backs of the Articulettes,

trying to grab that brass ring.

I don't have to grab anything that's already mine,

bought and paid for by my mama.

If it isn't social climbing, then what is it?

I want to ensure my mama's voice is heard on this album.

Oh, then we are on the same page,

since it was actually my idea.

I'm not saying this with malice, this time.

But you have an ulterior motive, Anita.

You want to assuage your guilt.

But I want my mama's voice

to be heard in this world for Eva's benefit.

By Eva, you mean you?

When those songs are released,

Eva can brag that that's her Big Mama singing,

and people won't turn their nose up to her.

That's why I'm all in.

Because I want-

and I am not apologizing-

for wanting this world to be better for my daughter.

Leslie.

I will not allow you to run roughshod over this project.

Nor will I shut you out from the process.

Now, I have a meeting to attend.

-Oh, hello, baby girl. -Hi, Great-Gran.

Oh.

I saw you sitting with Miss Leslie.

Were you having lunch together?

Oh, child, no. My stomach couldn't take that.

And I don't want to waste another word on that woman,

so tell me about you.

So, I got some advice from Aunt Eva about taking time

to enjoy life and follow my own path.

Well, that's good advice.

I think so. On the ride here,

I decided to take a few weeks this summer to take a trip.

Oh, did you, now? What kind of journey are we talking about?

Maybe a conservation trek in Patagonia.

My teen ambassador money covers half the cost,

and I'm expecting major bank in my graduation cards.

Samantha, you cannot use that money for a trip.

-But it's all I have. -No, you need to use that

for homecoming party supplies

and dorm decorations and late-night snacks.

-But... -I'll tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.

If you keep up your grades, stay focused,

spend quality time with your dads,

and take time out to breathe,

I'll finance your graduation trip.

-Really? -Really.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Thank you, Great-Gran.

You're the best.

Okay. Bradley don't play. Where's Smitty been hiding you?

I like this side of my brother-in-law.

-I'm feeling pretty good about it, too. -Mm?

And you know what I like? This spicy marg.

I'm gonna get another one. You want one?

-[phone chimes] -Uh...

Oh...

Margs will have to wait.

Chelsea wants to go over ChelseaKat biz.

There's no rest for diva fashionistas.

Mm-mm.

I'm proud of you, bro.

-Bye. -Bye.

[exhales, clears throat]

Hello there.

I am so glad that I ran into you.

I really wanted to clear the air.

Oh. Did I do something to upset you during our last encounter?

Oh, no, it wasn't you. I actually... I messed up.

I was at Orphey Gene's the other day,

and I recognized your children from that campaign photo.

-My kids? Really? -Yeah.

And we just chatted a little bit.

I think it really ticked off your mother-in-law.

While dealing with tech issues at TSB,

ConnectsUs came up.

I've used it before, even though I've got

my own reservations about the program.

Yeah, businesses giving us footage

of their security cameras without obtaining a warrant

is definitely controversial.

Okay, but what's that got to do with Lia's case?

So, typically, the scope of an investigation

into an inmate's death

usually focuses on staff, cellmates, security.

But it's also common to look into visitors, too.

-Smitty? -Mm-hmm.

The Federal Bureau of Prisons investigator

checked the logs, saw his name.

Then they tracked Smitty's movement from the days

and weeks prior to his visit with Lia.

Pops, he's a reporter.

He's gathering clues and doing his job.

Mm-hmm. But using ConnectsUs,

they found security footage of Smitty

meeting with the Red Market whistleblower at Uptown.

-Max? -Yes.

Yeah, they met months ago for Smitty's case.

-But why would they go back that far? -They didn't.

The footage is from a day before he met with Lia.

Well, that's impossible. Max is in witness protection.

Not according to the footage.

Okay, I'll call my U.S. Marshal contact

-and get to the bottom of this. -Yeah, you do that.

Why would Smitty meet with Max

the day before meeting with Lia and not say anything to me?

Still basking in the glow of your mom

gushing over you for her new ChelseaKat purse?

We don't have to talk about that.

Why not? I want details.

I know it's a sticky issue.

A purse sparking joy for your mom does not push my buttons.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Ma, she was blown away.

I mean, she started strutting right there

in the middle of the police station.

I mean, she-she made her own runway.

Oh, that's priceless.

Yeah, me and Jacob, we was out there hyping her up and just...

I felt like... felt like old times with him and Ma.

That makes me so happy. You and your family getting along.

Yeah. I'm actually looking forward

to spending more time with them.

Wow, that gives me hope.

Maybe when it comes to family, all really can be forgiven.

Hmm.

It turns me on when you're all dark and brooding.

You want to talk about it?

No, I do not. Thanks.

Well...

No matter what is going on inside...

...you still feel good to me.

Glad I have you.

Yeah.

You always will.

Well, Nicole can be protective of the kids.

We try to keep them out of the spotlight as much as possible.

Of course. Well, I won't go near them again.

I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Thank you for the apology,

but the kids haven't mentioned anything,

so safe to say it wasn't too traumatic.

Oh, good. Well, what a relief.

I, um, I understand why Nicole can be spooked a little bit,

but I'm Suzy Sunshine compared to my brother.

Who's your brother?

Oh, gosh. I forget that I haven't

formally introduced myself.

Um, I'm Heather Armstrong.

See what I mean? You won't even shake my hand.

[chuckles]

No, um... No, I'm just...

surprised.

Well, I can guarantee you I'm nothing like my brother.

So what do you say? Put 'em there?

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Max is in the wind.

Which means he probably met with Smitty.

Yeah, but why would Max risk his life

to come back and meet with Smitty?

I don't know.

It could've been Smitty's idea.

He could've needed something from Max.

Something that he didn't turn over to Lia.

Pops, I got to see the footage.

Unfortunately,

the digital evidence department server went down.

I was only able to get a quick glimpse.

Any details you can confirm?

The time stamp and...

Max handing a purple pouch to Smitty.

That looks exactly like the one that was found

in Lia's cell after she died.

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