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[instrumental music]

♪ We're back we're back ♪

♪ We're back we're back ♪

♪ Yeah we're back ♪

♪ We're back whoa ♪

♪ It's been a long time coming ♪

♪ But that's all right ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in now ♪

♪ But we ain't goin' nowhere ♪

♪ We ain't goin' nowhere... ♪

[machine rattling]

[music plays on stereo]

[electricity crackling]

[glass shattering]

Hello!

[ominous music]

Hello!

Hello!

-[creaking] -[screams]

[screams]

[screams]

Somebody help!

[rattling]

[muffled screams]

[alarm buzzes]

[screams]

[machine whirring]

[woman screams]

[whirring]

[door creaking]

♪ Na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Hey yeah ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Hey yeah ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

♪ Hey yeah ♪

♪ Play hard work harder you gotta ♪

♪ Be tough be smarter than other ♪

♪ Want the crown want the ring ♪

♪ Ain't a game that ain't a game ♪

♪ It's history in the making ♪♪

[laughs]

-This is perfect. -Ooh.

Um, did we take a wrong turn?

Or, you know...

Girl, this is the fashion district.

The birthplace of couture.

Yeah, birthplace, what?

I mean, it certainly smells like a maternity ward.

Better, improved, much improved.

Remind me which one of you said, "Oh, no, we don't need to fly.

A road trip will be so much more fun!"

It was fun.

And you got time to study for your exams.

And do you know how much money we saved

shipping the designs ourselves?

Mm-hmm, $562.82.

My husband's favorite new hobby is calculating

how much money we've put into your brand down to the penny.

Okay, well, it'll pay off.

It has to.

Oh, it definitely will!

Check out all this buzz about how your fashion show

is the must see Fashion Week event.

I've been working like crazy to make you go viral

and I think it's finally paying off!

Simone, you are a social media vixen! Okay?

-I try! -Seriously.

Can you two please help me get the storage carts

off the truck and inside?

Another reason Eddie should be here.

Stop, Bailey.

He'll be here tomorrow.

You know, his DJ gig in Greece was just...

too good to pass up.

I'm not saying nothing else about him.

♪ We're going out ♪

Yeah, I'm gonna need some help.

-Seriously! -All righty.

♪ I'm gonna show you what this ♪

♪ Love is all about ♪

Ooh! Johnny.

-Hey, oh, my gosh! -Good to see you!

Muah!

So you remember my fabulous friends Simone and Bailey.

Bailey, our illustrious financial background.

Simone, our social media genius.

Parker, I love the way your assistant words things.

Is Stevan here yet?

He-he went uptown to get some lights.

Ooh, and before I forget...

here are your Broadway tickets.

Your helicopter tour tickets.

And your VIP at Museum of Sex tickets.

And what about the Statue of Liberty?

I'm not going home until I climb on top of that woman.

I managed to get you all private access to Lady Liberty herself.

-Yes! -Wait, hold on a second.

Who greenlit these fabulous tickets?

I did.

We've each worked so hard to not let this trip double

as a girls getaway full of glitz and glamor.

[Bailey] And what's the point of coming to New York

if we can't enjoy it?

We just have to get a handle

on all these Fashion Week plans.

-We're so behind. -No, we're not.

Ah...

Here you go, sha-blam!

Oh, my God, this looks so great.

But does it work?

Oh, it is ready to test drive.

-Oh! -[chuckles]

-Simone, would you do the honor? -Oh, please.

[chuckles]

[device beeping]

Did the patent approved?

-It's still pending. -[Bailey] What the hold up?

If someone beats us to this technology--

Bailey, Bailey!

Who can beat us to it when I created it?

Parker, how does this thing work again?

It's called living clothes.

The waistline has an electronic sensor

and it adjusts to different sizes,

and it's controlled remotely.

[gasps]

Oh, ho, ho!

Okay. That... It tickles!

That way, customers don't have to keep on buying

new clothes whenever their weight fluctuates.

Okay, I think that's tight enough.

[Parker] Okay, I'm going to find the super

to get the storage keys.

Welcome to Fashion Week.

[laughs]

[music plays on stereo]

-Look at you! -This is looking...

-Out of this world. -[chuckles]

Johnny, do you have an app that adjusts

the egos of people that wear Parker's clothes?

[chuckles]

Hello?

Mr. Brungart?

[metal clanks]

[alarm buzzes]

[rattling]

[buzzer buzzing]

[machine whirring]

[eerie music]

[Stevan] Parker, is that you? [Parker] Stevan?

-Nice to finally meet you. -Nice to meet you.

[Stevan] How's everything going with the show?

Well... you know.

It's... Yeah.

[chuckles]

You must be looking for these.

-Yes. -[chuckles]

-Thanks. -No problem.

This place is really creepy.

It feels a little haunted.

Yeah, yeah, I guess, it kind of is.

You know about Valentina?

-Who? -Well, she's a fashion designer.

Really promising, like you.

Died down here last year.

[woman screams]

Oh, my God.

What? What? Are you...

What happened...

No! No, no, no, no!

Not my designs.

[Johnny] When I opened the crate, these bags of ink

just popped open, they were hidden inside.

Looks like dye packs they use in bank robberies.

Not that I've robbed the bank before. I'm just...

Oh, my God. There's ink all over them.

-I'm finished. -We can fix this.

Besides, there's a whole crate of dresses that are fine.

Minor setback.

[clears throat]

What?

-Oh, my God. -This is Stefan.

He's the lighting technician for the fashion show.

And you must be one of the models for the fashion show.

Me? No, no!

I'm, I'm kind of done with that whole thing.

-Done with that whole thing? -Yeah.

So you were a model?

Kind of, yes.

But mostly for, like, Instagram type of stuff.

-[Stevan] Hmm. -Yeah.

Well, you should.

Parker, you know Candy can't make it to the show anymore.

-What about your friend? -Yeah, I mean...

Simone doesn't wanna do this stuff.

Wait, do you?

Yes. Yes!

I-I want to. I absolutely would love that.

Simone, this, you know, is like, high end runway stuff.

It's not like Instagram.

With, like, bikinis, filters.

Thank you, Bailey, but I know that already.

And you know what?

To prove it, I'll do it for you, for free.

You sure? I mean, you hyped up this whole vacation

and getting out and exploring,

you wanna take on that extra work?

Seriously, I want to do it.

Okay, well...

-We have a new lead model. -Okay.

I'm gonna go over some lighting cues later at the runways base.

Why don't you join me? Let me bring you up to speed.

That way, you won't be caught off guard

for tomorrow's dress rehearsal.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

-Sounds good? -Yeah. Um...

I don't know if anybody ever told you,

but... you're kind of fine.

Can we save the mating dance for another time?

I can hear your body ovulating from over here.

Bailey? God!

[scoffs]

-Whoa! Slow down! -Oh!

Hi, Sussex, I wasn't expecting to see you

until the welcome dinner this afternoon.

I wanted to stop by and see how you're holding up

for your first Fashion Week.

Ah, yeah.

You've come too far, you're too talented.

-Don't let anything stop you. -[sighs]

-Thanks. -I brought you a gift.

[paper rustling]

Oh, wow!

Thank you.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Oh, uh, everyone, this is Sussex.

We met at the fashion symposium last spring in San Francisco.

He also introduced me to my assistant, Johnny.

Don't tell me that you are Andre Sussex?

-As intheAndre Sussex? -Well, I hope so.

Otherwise I'm wearing the wrong underwear.

You know what, he's not kidding, I'm actually, uh,

wearing a pair of his brand right now.

-Oh, really? -Can you two please get a room?

[Johnny] That was the hotel.

They double booked your rooms,

and they booted our reservation.

Listen...

I know a first-rate place

with a king size bed in every room.

My penthouse, uptown.

And there's enough room for everyone.

-Sussex, we couldn't-- -Thank you enough.

[sighs] Of course.

You know, I consider my duty to make sure that

you all have a Fashion Week that you'll never forget.

[instrumental music]

Here we are, and you have access to both gyms, the pool...

and don't forget the tub.

You haven't lived

until you've taken a champagne bubble bath.

And last but not least... the view.

[Bailey] Wow.

Now, ladies, if you will forgive me,

I must leave, but enjoy.

Thank you.

-[chuckles] -What?

-[chuckles] -This is insane.

-He's so rich. -So rich.

Do you guys think that he's serious

about the champagne bubble bath?

Hey, wait, you know we came here to work.

All right? The Fashion Week Welcome Tea's in two hours.

We should really check that out.

Yes, please, okay, let's go, let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Get it on my own ♪

♪ Finish it uptown ♪

That guy is an amazing designer, you could learn...

I could definitely get used to this.

-Excuse me. Ladies! -This is amazing.

Hey!

-Aah! -It's beautiful.

-Gorgeous! -Excuse me. Sorry.

[Parker] Oh, my God, kill me right now.

Is that Cairo, the editor in chief of Bloodworth?

That it is.

Would you like to go over and say hello?

-Please! -You know her?

Sort of. We were married once.

[chuckles]

Okay.

[music playing over stereo]

Cairo!

Sussex. Thank you. [gasps]

I thought you were spending the season in Milan.

I was. I cut my trip short.

So, I could be here for Parker's big debut.

Oh, I know all about Parker.

Self-taught girdle guru.

Oh! Well, tha...

It's not girdles, it's corsets.

It's a corset system I designed that will revolutionize--

Fascinating, good luck with that.

[indistinct chatter]

She actually gave you a compliment.

Cairo is notorious for insulting new designers.

She was a raging bitch to me last year.

And now she's like the mother I never had.

-I'm Dalia. -I'm Parker.

Parker Knox, yes, I cannot wait to see your show on Saturday.

Everybody's been talking about it.

Thank you.

[chuckles] When's your show?

Oh, I'm just doing a trunk party

at the Gagelman Gallery tonight at 7:00.

Yeah, Cairo graciously loaned me the space.

I would love it if you and your friends could come.

Oh, thank you, I would... Yeah, I would love to.

-Yeah? -[phone rings]

-See you there. -Oh, yeah.

[phone rings]

Hey, baby.

[music plays over stereo]

Oh!

You ever heard of Samson and Delilah?

-You familiar with that story? -Eddie called.

All the flights from Greece are canceled.

-Bad weather. -[indistinct chatter]

He's still gonna come, though, he's gonna be late, right?

Or is he not gonna make it at all?

He doesn't control the rain, Bailey.

Yeah, but he does control his priorities.

And your big debut at Fashion Week

is right at the bottom of his list.

Okay, all right, guys, can we just focus on this amazing party

and not on boyfriend drama, please?

Why? So you can find a man and create your own boyfriend drama?

Good idea, let's do that, let's focus on that.

-Oh, my God. -Can we?

Yeah, fine, I'll help you find a man, I guess.

-Again. -You're the best, Bailey.

♪ I-C-O-N-I-C yeah baby they wanna be like me ♪

♪ I'm iconic I'm iconic iconic ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ I-C-O-N-I-C ♪

♪ Oh I see they wanna be like me ♪

This is an impressive crowd for a trunk show.

Well, Dalia is an impressive designer.

I've been dying to get her to work for me all year.

I didn't know you were hiring.

I'm always looking for new talent.

Besides, Dalia owes me.

What about Parker?

Parker doesn't owe me anything.

[Simone] No, I mean... hire her.

Just in case the whole Fashion Week thing

doesn't 100 percent pan out.

[indistinct chatter]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

No, I just mean that this is

a really cutthroat industry.

Well, why don't we take our seats?

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

I never know what to say at these things.

So I guess I'll let my collection speak for itself.

Enjoy.

[instrumental music]

♪ Yo I go down I gotta go shake ♪

♪ Me doing me is me being great ♪♪

You have got to be kidding me.

Parker... that is your design.

-We need to shut this show down. -No one act rashly.

Oh, wait a minute. We have a problem.

So much for civility.

Parker, enjoying the show?

Ah, yeah. These are my designs.

Yours? I've been working on my collection all year.

-Excuse me, sis, I need this. -Ooh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is a public service announcement.

All the designs you just saw were stolen.

And the design's actual creator...

would never stoop as low as Dalia.

In fact, I don't think anyone dead

or that was formerly married to a Kardashian

would stoop down to her level.

Parker, you're making a huge mistake

accusing my Dalia of plagiarism.

Are you the one who poured ink on my designs

and tried to sabotage me?

Sabotage? Before today, I never even knew who you were.

Oh, please, you yourself said

that you were a fan of me, honey.

Is that why you brought me here?

Huh? For your little bullying tactics?

You're the one bullying me by making these absurd accusations.

This is my work.

It's clear one of you is knocking off the other.

But who could it be?

A respected professional with rave reviews?

Or a do-it-yourself amateur?

Uh-huh, the only amateur you need to be questioning

is the barber that cuts your hair

because what number did he use--

Oh, please!

Yeah, he could have.

[Cairo] Yeah, take them out. Bye-bye.

I don't know what number they used to line her up.

But it's not the right one.

-I cannot believe this. -This is my design.

[Parker] My designs.

Cairo can't just kick me out like that.

-Dalia stole my designs. -Look, I know that.

You know that. Soon the whole world would know that.

We just have to handle this pragmatically.

[Brooklyn] Looks like you got a raw deal.

I wouldn't say you're the first.

Oh, what's up, Suss?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh, Brooklyn, from fash-inn.com

That's fash hyphen I-N-N.

I-I'm a new fashion blog that--

Which you definitely want to avoid.

Oh. What's with the negativity here?

Also, last time I checked,

your last protege seemed to enjoy the expose

that I, uh, featured on her.

What about you, Parker?

How do you know my name?

Oh, I'm a huge fan of your designs

and I would love to have your profile on my site.

-That would be a no. -Can't she speak for herself?

Yes, I can, and it's still a no.

I'm not interested.

[scoffs] Please reconsider.

I'd hate for you to regret turning me down.

[crickets chirp]

[chuckles]

Excuse me?

[siren wailing in distance]

Look, forget that Anna Wintour wannabe.

Come on, my car will pick us up around back.

We'll go back to the penthouse,

have some drinks and relax.

-Did somebody say drinks? -What took you so long?

Simone's been on the phone with her booty call.

[laughs]

Hey, guys, um, you guys go ahead to the penthouse.

I'm gonna, um, grab a bite with Stevan.

Well, I'm gonna go back to the warehouse

and figure out how to salvage this situation.

Girl, I'll get us an Uber.

No, no, no, I wanna be alone.

Parker!

Maybe we should give Parker some space.

Yeah. And don't wait up.

Can I borrow your driver?

Of course.

Okay.

[sighs] Well, I guess it's just me, you and Mr. Tequila.

You're paying for that Uber, right?

Okay.

Do you have an Amex Black?

Hey, babe.

[mellow music]

I miss you.

I'm, like, I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up.

Everything I work so hard for is just...

No. No!

I'm not gonna let them take this away from me.

They may think that I'm new to this game,

but I'm not going to give up.

Call me. All right?

I'll be up, I have work to do.

[music continues]

[sighs]

[chuckling]

Oh, my God.

[laughs]

[both gasps]

-Shit! Oh, man! -Okay.

Don't!

So, what's the plan B?

Um...

Your place.

-My place? -Yeah.

My cousins are crashing at my pad.

You're married, aren't you?

-Married? -Yeah.

[sniffs]

I know where we can go.

-Where? -I know.

Follow me. I got you, I got you.

-I got you. I got you. -Stevan!

[door creaking]

[chuckles]

In a storage room?

What are we, like, 13?

You know, all the offices are completely locked.

Oh, don't worry, don't worry, it's completely private.

Hold up!

I'm starting to sober up.

And smarten up.

-Goodnight! -Nah, come on, come on, come on.

Don't be like that. D-don't be like that. Don't be like that.

You know, I just wanna do a little bit of this...

You know. A little bit of that.

Hey. The floor is, like, sticky.

[suspenseful music]

[Stevan] What?

Oh, my God.

[sirens wailing]

[engine revving]

Bailey, I'm scared.

What if?

[mellow music]

Okay, no, I'll ask.

Okay, bye.

Excuse me. How much longer are you gonna hold us here?

Until my questions are answered.

Okay, so what questions need to be answered?

I don't know. I'm still figuring out what I need to ask.

Once I find out whose blood is in the basement

and your sewing scissors...

I don't even know how those scissors got down there,

probably the same person who ruined my dresses.

Uh-huh.

Why is this happening to me?

Parker, isn't it obvious?

Somebody's got it out for you.

So does this mean that I should cancel today's trip

to the Museum of Sex?

You're really thinking about sex right now?

It's a museum.

We have some trouble gaining access to the security cameras

in the warehouse, but, uh, we were able to

tap into the ones across the street.

Recognize anyone?

That is Stevan and myself last night.

How much did you all have to drink?

Okay.

Enough to know it was better

to come here and not drive.

Oh, good for you.

Rewinding an hour.

-Is this lady at all familiar? -That's Dalia!

Did you, uh, invite her over to continue

the fight you two had at the art gallery?

Oh, I'm sorry, you-you didn't know?

You two are trending on the socials. Observe.

It's clear one of you is knocking off the other

but who could it be?

Can you tell us where she is?

But if my men need to scour the trash compactor...

won't be the first fashion designer

we found buried in there.

I did not know that she was here, all right? I just...

I literally just came back to work, and then--

And conveniently fell asleep.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh, interrogation downtown

is gonna help trigger your memory.

-Whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on. -Hmm? What?

-Are you about to arrest her? -Don't feel left out.

You and your boyfriend are going downtown, too.

-Come on, let's go. -Oh, no, no, no, come on.

All right, ladies, come on, let's go.

-Follow the nice gentleman. -This is not a jail dress.

-Okay. Okay. -No, not at all.

[gasps]

[instrumental music]

[Bailey] Parker!

Hey, you want to see Parker,

she'll be at the precinct downtown.

No, she won't.

You have no cause to arrest her or these other two.

[Madrid] Uh-huh? Let me guess.

-Lawyer? -Uh-huh?

Letmeguess.

Underpaid detective who plays the blame game

to make his little monthly quota?

Come on, y'all, the van is over here.

-So-- -[Madrid] Excuse me.

You'll be goin' to downtown with her if you keep interfering.

[Bailey] On what grounds? You don't have a crime.

You don't have a body.

And youdefinitelydon't have good taste in shoes.

Which law firm did you say you work for again?

None. I'm studying criminology.

And I'm at the top of my class, so don't play with me.

Okay. Well, fine.

You're all free to go.

But don't go too far.

I have a feeling we're gonna be seeing each other

again very soon.

And as for you, this was a cute little display of talents.

But don't interfere.

I got enough crap to deal with, without miss, uh,

Nancy Drew with an attitude, screwing up my investigation.

[car engine starts]

Bailey. Oh, thank you! I really can't believe this.

This feels like our last vacation.

Oh. no, girl. This is nothing like that, this is worse.

You better put on your fireproof panties.

Because whoever is coming in to get you is coming in hot.

[instrumental music]

All right, guys. Serious question.

-Jewelry or no jewelry? -Jewelry.

Um, why are you all dressed up, Ms. Fancy?

I have an appointment.

You mean a booty call?

[car honking in distance]

[laughs] Bailey!

For your info, Stevan is busy

preparing for the fashion show rehearsal.

-I have a model call. -Okay.

So someone's taking advantage

of what Fashion Week has to offer.

Excuse me, but, um, unless I missed a press release

you still have a fashion show tomorrow.

And with all this press that Dalia's little stunt

is drawing up...

a lot of people are waiting to see you in action.

[Simone] Sussex is right.

We can turn this tragedy

into hot coin if we play our cards right.

I'm sorry, does no one care that someone is

trying to set me up to look like I hurt Dalia?

I mean, what if she's dead?

[Bailey] Nobody really knows if that's actually

Dalia's blood in the warehouse.

Bailey, what I do know is that

someone's trying to sabotage my career.

I don't even know if I should back down or keep going.

Sussex?

What would you do if you were me?

I'm not you.

But whatever you decide I'll stand behind you.

Wait, are you, are you seriously

considering canceling fashion show?

[sighs]

-Hell, no. -[Johnny] Yeah.

You know what, if all eyes are gonna be on me

then I'm gonna give them the show

that they're never gonna forget.

I mean, how much would it cost

to get some extra models on the runway?

Too damn much, I mean, we already pushed

the budget beyond human endurance.

Mannequins. I'm serious, mannequins.

We can incorporate mannequins into the show with real models.

And I have a connect at the gallery

that can give it us for free.

I'll call 'em now.

Okay, so what about Dalia?

Sure, Dalia will turn up in time.

She's probably hungover from her party.

[Bailey] And when she does poke her little

rat head up from the gutter,

she's gonna have a lot of explaining to do.

[Simone]I'm going to model for Bloodworth?

Uh-huh. Ah, unless you don't want to.

-Oh, my God, yes, I want to. -[Cairo laughs]

It's-it's a, it's a dream come true.

Thank you so much, Cairo. But I have to be honest.

I-I really didn't think that you would even want to see me

after all of the drama from last night.

Your friends, they had a meltdown,

but you hung back.

Stood your ground.

And didn't get involved in their nonsense.

And I respect that.

So, why don't you...

be at this studio...

on Monday at noon.

And you will model two of Dalia's gowns.

Ah, Dalia's gowns?

Mm-hmm. You know, Dalia?

Yeah, I'm-I'm very familiar with Dalia.

Won't be an issue, will it?

No. No, it will not.

I am grown up enough that I can separate

the professional from the personal.

Well, she was supposed to meet me here an hour ago.

-Oh! -Well...

I wanted her to meet you, too.

Uh...

I hope she's okay.

I'm sure she's fine.

-Okay. -[Simone chuckles]

-All right. -Thank you so much, Cairo.

I appreciate this. You won't regret this.

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[Stevan] Your friends must be over the moon for you.

[water rippling]

I haven't told them yet.

I'm sorry.

Matter of fact, they didn't even know that I was seeing her.

-Why is that? -Parker just has her hands full

with the fashion show.

And Bailey would have made one of her wise cracks.

I just wanted a moment where I could just enjoy the victory.

-Before they watered it down. -Hmm.

[water rippling]

You were the one who really got me back into modeling.

Ah, well...

So really, all of this is happening because of you?

[mellow music]

-[chuckles] -Hmm.

What's that look for?

Nah, I'm just, uh...

I can't believe I'm here right now

with the new supermodel of Fashion Week.

-Stop! -No, I'm being serious.

-Stop! I'm not that big a deal. -I'm being serious.

[chuckles]

-I am, aren't I? I am. -Mm-hmm. You are.

No, no, you're uh...

You're gonna be a very big deal one day.

[door rattling]

This isn't even a crime scene,

so why would you hang that?

[rattling]

Hey.

-Uh-huh, I saw you. -Just...

Just, don't hit me, okay?

I just came down here to wait for Parker.

Hey, you're that little ShadeRoom wannabe

with the fashion blog or whatever, right?

Um, my name is Brooklyn.

And I'm anything but a wannabe, all right?

In fact, many people wish they were me.

[chuckles] Okay, girl, what do you want with Parker?

Just to ask her about Dalia.

So you can post some more garbage about her

on your little garbage site?

My subscribers have a right to the truth.

Because of that video you posted,

my innocent friends were interrogated by the police.

Do you know what it feels like to be

blamed for something you didn't do? It sucks.

I'm not responsible for the police.

Oh, but you are responsible for ruining the careers

of young designers just like Parker.

Oh, yeah, I did some research on you, Ms. Brooklyn.

-Oh, did you? -Yes, I did.

And I find it extremely convenient that you

just so happen to expose Valentina and her coke habit

right before she died last year.

It's not against the law to gossip.

But trashing someone's name

is liable and against the law.

For the record, I do believe

that Dalia stole Parker's designs.

Yeah, that's what I'm here to talk to her about.

Because she's being set up.

[eerie music]

And I think I know who's doing it.

[doorbell rings]

[radio static]

Hello?

Hi, this is Parker Knox.

My assistant Johnny called

about renting some mannequins for our show.

[radio static]

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone there?

[buzzer buzzes]

Before I started my own blog,

I was Cairo's assistant at Bloodworth.

She fired me after my dog died.

She said it was unprofessional for me to have a personal

emergency at a time that was inconvenient for her.

Okay, what does this have to do

with what's going on with Parker?

Cairo loves Dalia. Like a daughter.

And she isn't shy about using the magazine to promote her.

Okay, essentially, it would be a huge blow

to the magazine's reputation if Cairo's famed wonder woman

turned out to be a fraud.

So because Dalia stole Parker's designs

Cairo is setting up Parker.

To save her own face?

[phone chimes]

-[Brooklyn gasps] -What is it?

The rumor of Dalia going missing?

It's not a rumor anymore.

[buzzer buzzes]

Hello?

Anyone here?

Johnny?

[screams]

[intense music]

Oh, my God.

It's okay, I heard you screaming.

Ah, no, this mannequin almost hit me.

Yeah, you have to be careful down here.

It's a lot of junk.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, thanks. Sorry.

[phone rings]

One sec.

Bailey, I can't talk right now, I...

[eerie music]

What?

Are you sure?

But, why?

Of course. Okay. I'll see you soon.

More bad news about Dalia?

No, more bad news about me.

Bailey spoke to Brooklyn, and they both think that

Cairo is trying to set me up.

To take the attention off Dalia.

Cairo's a world-famous editor.

Why would she lower herself to be

so viciously cruel and petty?

I don't know, I stopped trying to figure out

people's motives a long time ago.

You have to talk to Cairo. I'm serious.

Confront her now before you lose your chance.

Come on, I found the perfect mannequin.

♪ Okay ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ♪♪

I'm glad you came.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughs]

Good to see you, ladies.

You know for someone who's supposed

to love Dalia like a daughter,

Cairo doesn't seem too upset that she's gone MIA.

[indistinct chatter]

-And your husband? -Without him.

[laughing]

-Girls' night! -Yes, always the best.

Well, this is so stupid!

Like, what am I supposed to say to her?

She eats designers like me for breakfast.

What am I, what am I supposed to say?

Hey, are you setting me up? Like, really?

Hold my purse.

Um, Bailey, Bailey, where you going?

I'm gonna go give Cairo the "How do you do?"

-Ah... -No, girl, get off me.

Ah...

You know?

-I know. -Hey!

I need to ask you a question.

-So, if you need th-- -Yo!

I am talking to you.

[indistinct chatter]

[Bailey] Do you know where Dalia is?

Because if you don't, you better point me in the direction

of someone who does, 'cause Brooklyn told me--

Brooklyn signed an NDA to never discussmybusiness

or that of my ex-husband, Sussex

to anyone at any time.

Well, I haven't signed anything, so discuss it with me.

-Is it you? -Is what me?

Did you set up Parker?

Get Clifford on the phone and tell him I want to take out

a restraining order on this woman and her motley crew

of Ross Dress for Less ladies.

A restraining order? On what ground?

Because you're bothering me.

-[glass shatters] -[gasps]

You're kicking the wrong cat, Parker.

If you think this kind of behavior is gonna get you

good reviews at Fashion Week, forget it.

And you can forget the shoot on Monday.

I'll get another model to showcase Dalia's new gowns.

What?

This little temper tantrum just makes me even more suspicious

that Parker is the reason Dalia is missing.

I love that girl.

And if I find that any of you are involved...

I will bury you alive.

Unless you have any other insults

you wanna hurl my way, I'd get out of here.

In fact, get out of the city.

No one wants you here.

Well, no one...

You were gonna model for Dalia?

Why didn't you tell us that Cairo hired you

to model for Dalia?

I was afraid you wouldn't support it.

And big surprise, you don't.

Of course we don't.

Dalia is the one coming for Parker's career.

We don't know that yet.

And this is just business.

[Bailey] Don't give me that BS.

Parker has been nothing but there for us.

-And this is how you repay her? -[Parker] Bailey!

I don't need you to speak up for me, okay?

I appreciate you going to bat for me

but I can speak up for myself.

Oh. Okay.

Because all I've seen you do is play the, oh, poor-me game.

You need to calm down your nuclear attitude.

And, Simone, I'm really not that mad at you.

But I really wish you would've told me.

[sighs]

You know what? I need to go to the warehouse to meet Johnny.

And on the way, I'm gonna call Cairo and I'm gonna fix this.

Don't call anyone.

Matter of fact, both of you, just stay out of my life.

Stay out of your life?

Simone, we are each other's lives.

Isn't that the point of being best friends?

Are we friends?

Because the way we're treating each other right now--

Simone, I know that you're upset.

Yeah, I am.

And being here right now

is making it that much worse.

Where are you going?

We have a fashion show rehearsal today.

Oh, I'll be there, because I don't let personal drama

interfere with my professional obligations.

Is that all we are to you now?

A professional obligation?

You know what, Bailey?

Parker is a professional obligation.

You, you're a pain in the ass.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm gonna go take a really cold shower

to calm down my nuclear attitude.

[mellow music]

[engine revving]

[brakes squeal]

Five stars and a tip. You are amazing.

Oh, perfect timing, how did it go?

Everything went very well.

Actually, um, stuff you're gonna get off the truck.

-Great. -So, like...

When can we talk about that raise, you know?

Let's get through this first and we'll get there, yeah?

-We'll talk, we'll talk. -Okay.

Use one of the mannequin as like, a dance partner...

Oh, my gosh, I love that.

[suspenseful music]

What the hell happened?

♪ You better match my ♪

♪ You better match my ♪

♪ You better match my ♪

♪ Fame ♪

All right, ladies, so this is what I want to see.

So you're gonna go walk, hip, hip, pose,

then you turn around. Let's go.

-Do you need a Xanax? -Why am I gonna need a Xanax?

Because you look extremely nervous

to be modeling next to these professionals.

I'm not nervous, I am just excited.

Maybe these shoes will be easier for you to walk the runway?

No, I like the ones I have on. Thank you.

Okay, I'm just trying to offer help and support.

-You can't be mad at me all day. -I am not mad.

I said thank you.

Well, then thank you, right back.

-Is everything okay? -[sighs]

We're gonna have some real problems if Ms. Naomi Campbell

doesn't fix her little attitude.

What did the police say about the damage at the warehouse?

Okay, first of all, I didn't call the police.

Because if I call the police,

I'm gonna spend all day at the warehouse.

And if I spend all day at the warehouse... Thank you.

Then I won't have time for rehearsal.

And if I don't have time for rehearsal, then there's no...

-Wait. Stefan! -Yo. What's up?

I don't want colored lights, I want a soft glow.

Okay, I don't want the focus to be on the stagecraft

because the focus has to be on the clothes.

Parker, I'm creating the mood, you know.

Sexy with style. Keeps things interesting.

Okay, well, my designs are entertaining enough.

Thank you, so please, just switch it back.

-Got it. -[Bailey] Girl!

Parker, Stevan has the most experience staging

fashion shows than anyone else in this room.

Why would you hire him if you don't wanna

use his creative input?

Do you mean like the creative he's been inputting into you?

[Simone] Bailey, what is that supposed to mean?

I think you know what that means.

I don't think I know what it means, girl.

Can I just see you in the dressing room, please?

I have a dress I want you to try on.

-What's your problem? -Girl, you being late.

She's a little beaten over here you're staring at me.

-Uh-huh. -Now?

-It's important. -Okay.

You would've thought she did, like, 15,000 Fashion Weeks.

I know, not one runway walk under her belt yet.

Why do I feel like you're picking a fight with me?

Why are you shooting down all of Stevan's ideas?

You are so quick to stick up for some man that you just met.

But when I need support, it's...

[sighs] You know what?

I just think that you need to

slow things down with Stefan a little bit.

Parker, don't tell me to slow things down.

I'm not a Buick.

Okay, I'll go as fast as I like.

And what makes you the expert on men?

I'm the one in the relationship.

And what a winner Eddie has turned out to be.

He wouldn't even show up to your show.

And you have the audacity to tell me

that I'm not supportive?

Eddie would be here if he could.

Right, whatever.

Just keep your nose out of my business.

-You and Bailey. -Wait, where are you going?

[mellow music]

Oh, my God, Simone.

Oh, my God. Simone, I'm so sorry.

Apologize to yourself, Parker.

You're the one who ripped your own showstopper.

No, I have an alternate at Sussex's penthouse,

I can just go grab it.

Simone, we can't fight like this.

-You're like a sister to me. -Really, Parker?

You have a weird way of showing it.

I was not eavesdropping!

Were we loud enough for you

or do you need us to do it again?

I was just coming in here to see if everything was okay...

What happened to your dress?

Ask Parker.

I should come up with something. [sighs]

[suspenseful music]

Dalia.

Dalia?

[horn honking]

[engine revving]

Parker! What are you doing?

It's Dalia!

She was just here.

At least I think she was.

Sussex, am I going crazy?

[sobbing]

Parker, Parker, Parker.

Guess you'll have to learn the hard way what it's like

to not have me in your corner.

Come on.

[mellow music]

Natalie, you should come to Parker's show.

Disregard all the Dalia drama.

Great. I'll make all the arrangements.

Really crappy offer, huh?

You are signing Ricardo Cordero?

He's really good. I know him.

We had lunch yesterday to discuss the possibilities.

A designer is only as good as those who work for him.

Wait, you're still designing, right?

The muses abandoned me long ago.

But they certainly love you.

May I?

Parker.

This should have been your showstopper the whole time.

Yeah.

Well, I better get back over there,

so I can catch the rehearsal.

Do you wanna come? I mean, I'd love your input.

I can't. I'm swamped here.

I heard you on the phone and thank you for all the support,

but why?

When I got start no one helped me.

I've always resented that.

I promised myself if I ever met anyone

whose talent I believed in,

I'd show them more encouragement than anyone ever offered me.

How am I doing?

You're doing okay.

♪ You wanna see me calm ♪

♪ And you're wondering what they see in me ♪

♪ I want you wondering ♪

Hey, you were right.

We don't need cheesy nightclub lighting.

-You got it. -[chuckles]

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry for giving me options.

It's your job. That's why I hired you.

Just be good to my girl Simone, all right? She's fragile.

Aren't we all?

Hey, Parker. This is your cue.

Oh, right! Thank you, Johnny.

Okay, so the reason why I call my designs Living Clothes

is because the waistline of my dresses, corsets, and pants

are created with an electronic sensor.

Now, the waistline can be adjusted

through a simple remote app.

Like this one.

And the clothes can be adjusted for a casual

daytime look or a sexy, form-fitting evening encounter.

-Maybe not so tight. -Oh, okay.

Though that's an easy fix.

Because the size adjustments

are communicated to the sensors.

[gasping]

Parker! Parker, stop. I can't...

It's frozen, it's not, it's not responding.

[intense music]

-Get this off. -I-it's too tight.

-It won't come off! -Get it off!

-She's not breathing! -Call 9-1-1.

Hello, 9-1-1, my friend just fainted.

Ah, possibly a fractured rib cage.

Can you send an ambulance to 1970 Courtney Way.

Come on!

[gasps]

Bailey, call an ambulance.

Already did. Already did. They're on the way.

No, no, I don't need a, I don't need an ambulance.

Girl, you might have cracked a rib or something.

Let's get you checked out, okay?

All right, here, here, here. It's okay, it's okay.

Okay.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe he isn't an F-boy.

I don't...

I don't know how that could've happened, Bailey.

That never happened before.

Well, a lot of things never happened

before we came to Fashion Week.

She's at St. Matthews Hospital.

It's just a strain, no broken ribs,

but they wanna keep her overnight to observe her.

Okay.

Can we just finish packing up all this stuff

and then we can go visit her?

Well, first, we need to talk.

We need to figure out who's behind all this.

Who in the hell did you piss off?

No one.

At least not intentionally.

Bailey.

I think I saw Dalia today.

So she's not missing?

Parker, we need to go find her.

No we need to stay out of the way

and let the police handle it.

After this let's just go see Simone,

and then I wanna talk to Detective Madrid.

Guys, I found Stevan's toolbox while I was cleaning.

And-and this was inside.

Wait a second, why is lipstick in Stevan's toolbox?

Wait a minute, this is the same shade of lipstick

written on the poster.

Stevan sabotaged my designs?

I save Simone's life and now you accuse me of trying to kill her?

No, just of seeking an opportunity

to be her knight in shining armor.

And throwing Parker under the bus.

You made it very clear that you didn't agree

with her criticism today.

And then I found this in your toolbox.

This is the same lipstick that was used to write "Fraud"

all over the poster after you trashed my workspace.

Listen, I don't know how any of that go in there, okay?

It's not like I'm...

Why am I defending myself?

-You made up your mind. -Stevan, this isn't over.

Yes, it is.

'Cause I quit!

Well, he was defensive.

Yeah, guilty people usually are.

While I'm not Detective Madrid's biggest fan,

maybe we should go show him this evidence.

Right, Parker? Parker?

This viper! Oh, my God!

How did she get these photos?

Oh, my God, it's viral.

Not Haute Couture's It Couple.

[Parker] Hey, baby. Calling to check in.

Hey, listen, some idiot blogger is

doing everything she can to create gossip about me

and, of course, none of it's true, so...

If you see anything just ask me about it first, okay?

I wish you were here.

[sighs] I understand why you can't be...

but I miss you.

Love you.

[Bailey] Connor, use your inside voice.

I know we're not made of money.

I will just quit school

and go back to working for the city, you know,

if that's what it takes to get our finances back in order.

It was my decision to invest in Parker...

not yours.

Yeah, just-just take that money from the savings account.

Just transfer it over. I wanna see...

-Hey. -Hey.

No one is blaming you for today.

I hope you know that.

I'm gonna go back to the runway stage

and make some adjustments for the designs tomorrow.

-Want me to come? -No.

I need to be by myself.

Work is my meditation anyway.

-You go get some rest. -Okay.

Um, I'll go and you get some rest too.

♪ What makes me tick ♪

Sussex? Hey.

We need to talk.

♪ No coincidences ♪

You wanna work for me?

I know you are looking for new designers on your team.

And I wouldn't ask you to pay me as much as you pay Ricardo.

Actually, I'd pay you more.

-So you're interested? -Of course I am.

I'd be a fool not to swipe you off the market right now.

But I can't do that.

Wait. Why not? I'm, I'm available.

I'm ready. You love my designs.

Look, I want you to be the one to showcase them.

-Bring me on board. -But why now?

You have persevered through so much this weekend.

Why throw in the towel when your big debut

is less than 24 hours away?

Because I know how this will end for me.

Cairo is just gonna use her magazine to rip me apart.

And then Brooklyn is gonna make a mockery out of me

just so she can get hits for her blog.

Screw them.

You are light years ahead of anybody else here.

Parker, you are the future of fashion.

So let me help you.

Look, between my designs and your reputation,

we are guaranteed to win.

♪ House of cards ♪

♪ Broken views ♪

How much?

I think you can do this.

And a $50K sign-on bonus.

But I want it in a cashier's check.

And don't make it out to me, make it out to Bailey.

So that I can pay her back for the money she lent me.

She invested so much.

-You're asking a lot. -I'm worth a lot.

Ten years.

Exclusive deal.

Exclusive?

Just wanna make sure my investment in you pays off.

For the both of us.

Done. So we have a deal?

We have a deal.

We'll make the announcement tomorrow at your fashion show.

I'll go wake up my attorneys

and have them start on the paperwork.

Parker, you won't regret this.

[phone chimes]

[suspenseful music]

[phone keys clacking]

[phone chimes]

[sighs] Where does he keep the paper?

Whoo.

[gasps]

What is this guy, a one-man bank?

-Whatcha doing? -Ah. Hey!

I thought you left.

Parker asked me to get two more samples.

But you didn't answer the question.

W-what you doing?

Uh, well, I was looking for paper

for the printer, and I found these.

Check this out. Come here.

Who is Sussex giving these loans out to?

Or are these loans he's taking out?

Look, I-I don't know. And I don't wanna know.

Look, this is Sussex's business.

Let's just put it back before he finds you slipping out.

[door opens]

Everything going okay in here?

Yeah, I was just looking for paper for your printer,

couldn't find it, so...

Down the hall, second closet.

You sure everything's okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

Lots of reasons.

It's been like the plagues of Egypt around here.

But perhaps the worst is behind us.

I just got off the phone with Mr. Brungart.

He said he was finally able to

hack the footage at the warehouse.

And he's gonna show it to me first.

That's great, but why is he

going to you first and not the police?

-Because of Salt and Pepa. -The rap artists?

No. This is Salt, this is Pepa.

-Got it. -Catch you guys later.

Have a drink for me.

Hey, Bailey. Yeah, I made it here safe.

Okay. Talk soon.

Hello?

Cairo?

[intense music]

-Parker, Parker... -What are you doing?

What did you do?

Okay, Cairo told me to come here ASAP. Okay?

Stay right there!

I knew it! It was you this whole time.

-Stop! Stop, Parker! -Do not come near me.

-Cairo told me to come here... -Stay right there.

That's what I did. Stop, stop, stop.

-I'm calling the cops. -Don't-don't call the cops.

-No, you're going to jail. -Parker.

Parker, Parker!

Hello, police? Come to Gagelman Gallery.

-There is a killer here. -You really think--

You did... No! -Listen, I'm still...

[Madrid] Hands up where I can see 'em.

Both of you!

I didn't do anything.

Funny how a lot of "not anything"

keeps happening to you lately, huh?

I told you I'd see you again.

Wait. Not so fast.

Oh, my God, Bailey! Thank God.

Well, if it isn't the dollar store Velma.

Hey, run back to the Mystery Van.

The adults are working here.

Detective Madrid, you're making a mistake.

You need to let Parker go.

Why would I do something like that?

It was all Stevan. See for yourself.

[sirens wailing]

How did you get access to the security cameras?

Are you gonna let Parker go or not?

I need to examine this further, but...

Yeah. For now, y-you're free to go.

-My tablet? -Um, evidence?

Hey, your friend or your tablet? Your choice.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Evidence? Evidence?

You know, I wanna see that security footage myself, okay?

You know I didn't do this. It wasn't me!

Parker, I've had your back since day one.

I-I need you to have mine, okay? Come on!

I can't handle jail, okay? I'm not built for it.

Stay out of trouble, ladies.

Oh, my God, Bailey.

I don't know what I would do if you weren't here...

Shh. You're okay now.

Let's just get out of here.

No. Baby, I understand. I know why you couldn't make it.

[sighs] Me? Yeah.

I'm doing okay considering...

Don't believe her. She's holding up beautifully!

-We miss you! -No.

You better stream the fashion show.

It's gonna be epic.

Okay. All right, I love you.

Okay.

Are those the contracts?

And the cashier cheque.

Made out to "Bailey," just as you requested.

Not until you sign the contracts.

Johnny will act as notary.

I didn't know you were a notary.

I'm full of surprises.

If you need more time to look it over with a lawyer,

please feel free.

I studied business law in college.

And this looks like a pretty cut-and-dry contract. So...

Once you sign this, you will no longer have your brand.

You'll be a Sussex designer.

Just want you to be clear on what you're giving up.

I'm clear on what I'm getting in return.

Peace of mind and security.

After the week I had, it feels like I'm winning the lottery.

I know the doctors gave Simone the all clear,

but are we sure we want her to walk the runway tonight?

You wanna be the one to tell Simone

that she can't walk the show? Be my guest.

I guess I'm just not used to getting so much good news.

Well, get used to it.

[gasps] How?

You haven't even sold anything yet.

"Fashion Week favorite Parker Knox

teams up with Andre Sussex

to be his lead designer of women's wear."

[both laughing]

Girl!

"Deal includes absorption of Parker's debut collection..."

You sold out to him?

I'm joining him!

And this means I can pay you back.

And your husband doesn't have to stress out.

Look, I just really want us to enjoy this trip, really relax.

Just think about it, tomorrow we will be

on top of the Statue of Liberty.

I guilted you into this decision.

No, Bailey. No one guilts me into anything.

Look, and this means that you could finish school.

We need good detectives.

Black detectives.

-Female detectives. -Okay.

You're the reason why Stevan is in jail.

You know, now I'm not so sure he did it.

What do you mean? We saw the video tapes.

Why would Stevan be so obvious

in committing all those crimes?

He works at that warehouse all the time.

He knew where the cameras were.

And you got me thinking, is Dalia really missing?

Bailey, they're investigating it.

And it's gonna turn into another cold case.

Like, what does Stevan have to gain from doing all this?

What's his motive?

Think about it, the only person that has

anything to gain from all of this is Sussex.

-Stop. -Girl, I know you see it.

-Please stop. Okay. -Come on.

Sussex has been nothing but kind and supportive to us.

And plus, he didn't pursue me, I pursued him.

Look, I know you're not used to people being nice.

Can you blame me after our last getaway?

The fashion show is in a few hours, okay?

Can we just please enjoy our time to celebrate. Please?

Ugh! Okay, for you!

Thank you, 'cause I really need a margarita.

Sure.

Is this cheque gonna clear now? Like, today?

♪ Stepped off a cloud ♪

♪ Just like an angel ♪

♪ Speaking out loud ♪

Jair is running the lights in Stevan's absence.

I hired security and ushers for the crowd.

And, you're gonna love this,

I had to expand the press section.

Speaking of press, I don't want--

Brooklyn to be there at all? Already ahead of you.

Um, she's on the no-fly zone.

Thank you, Johnny, you are such a genius.

Wow!

Well?

You're ready for your big day?

Ah, wrong. You mean, our big day, 'cause...

Yeah.

We almost lost you.

Nah. It will take a much smarter jerk than Stevan to take me out.

Many have tried and failed.

This fits you so perfect.

I'm sorry for the things I said.

You were right about Stevan.

How could I've been so stupidly naive?

He bamboozled all of us.

You're sure you wanna do this?

'Cause I can get Candace

or any of the other models

to showoff the showstopper.

No way.

I earned my place on that runway

and I wanna support you.

Besides... I'm gonna kill it.

[chuckles]

I'll see you out there.

One more thing. And it's kind of a biggie.

The digital signage only has your logo on it.

W-which is totally fine, but the contract.

Right. We have to add "Andre Sussex Presents."

Thank you for remembering that.

The graphic design equipment

is just upstairs, top floor.

I'll just run up and make some new files.

-Okay. -Jair?

I'm busy with...

What do you mean, nobody can access the generator?

-Oh, my God! -Wait, wait, wait.

I'll take care of it, okay?

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

If you scream, you and I are both as good as dead.

Do we understand each other? Do you?

Dalia? That was you I saw yesterday!

Did you already sign your deal with Sussex?

[Parker] How do you know about that?

Dalia, I wanna know everything. Right now.

It wasn't supposed to go this far.

He just wanted me to scare you.

-Who? Stevan? -Stevan? No, of course not.

Then who are you talking about?

-No. -Think about it.

He's been setting you up from the very beginning.

The ruined dresses, your designs at my trunk show--

Why would he do that?

He just gave me a contract worth a quarter million.

That contract isn't worth a quarter pounder. Trust me.

I learned the hard way.

I don't believe you.

I owe him money for helping me

launch my brand last year. And I don't just owe him.

I'm in debt to a lot of people.

Bad people.

He agreed to get me out the hole I'm in if I set up an attack

to make it look like you stabbed me.

That was all it was supposed to be. Just me.

No one else. But he lied.

I warned Cairo that Sussex wasn't her friend.

And now she's dead.

The same thing is going to happen to me and you unless--

-Unless what? -[grunts]

Don't listen to a word she says. She's just jealous.

She faked her own attack just to frame you.

Parker, don't believe him, he's gonna do the same thing

to you that he did to Valentina last year!

-And then he killed her! -Stop lying!

Stop!

[grunting]

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Where is Parker? We gotta get this show on the road.

Ah, Johnny says she'll be down in a minute.

Something about some last minute change with the graphics.

Are they last minute jitters because she knows

she made a bad deal signing over her designs?

You're not on the list.

[Brooklyn] Parker shouldn't be avoiding me.

Otherwise I could have warned her

that Sussex would try to poach her.

You got about two seconds before I call security

and you hightail--

Wait, wait, wait.

-What do you mean poach? -You don't know?

Know what?

Sussex hasn't designed anything in years.

He seduces young designers with overpromised paydays

and bad contracts.

Anybody who ever tries to leave him

either ends up never working again

or dead, just like Valentina.

Where is Parker? She needs to know about this. Right now.

I'm gonna go check the dressing room.

I'm gonna go find Sussex.

[dramatic music]

[door clanking]

[grunting]

[yelps]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

-Hey! -Huh?

[grunting]

-[coughs] -Jerk.

Parker. Parker, are you okay?

Oh, my God. Come on. Are you okay?

Jesus!

[gasps] Oh, my God! Parker!

Are you okay?

-[groans] -Look at you.

Simone, we just have to start... Oh, my God! What happened?

Just your normal, everyday Fashion Week deal gone wrong.

-Who did this to her? -Sussex.

-Johnny, call the police. -Right, right.

What should I tell them all considering they're all,

you know anxious that the show's starting so late...

I guess it doesn't really matter anymore considering...

No, no. I can do this.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Parker! Parker!

Where are... You can't go out there like this.

-It's my show. -I picked you up

at the elevator floor.

This is my show.

What?

Bailey?

[audience applauding]

[indistinct chatter]

The fashion show is postponed.

I'm not going into business with Andre Sussex.

Because he's going to jail for a very long time.

[indistinct chatter]

A very long time.

[gasping]

Are you okay?

-Good catch. -Parker, what happened to you?

[indistinct chatter]

You're a very brave woman, Parker.

With some very brave friends.

What can I say?

We put Charlie's Angels to shame.

I've gotta' say, I'm impressed.

When do you get out of school?

We could use someone like you on our team.

Thanks, but I won't be working for you.

Or any other police department.

You're giving up your dream of chasing bad guys?

Oh, I'll still be catching bad guys.

But just as a private investigator.

That way, I don't lock up innocent people

who make easy and convenient suspects.

Well, I'm sure you'll give Jessica Fletcher

a run for her money, huh?

Now, who is Jessica Fletcher?

You have a situation to deal with.

You think?

There is still a ton of press outside.

Guys, if Parker plays her cards right,

she'll be tomorrow's leading story.

This is, like, really good for her brand.

My brand?

You really think I care about selling

clothes right now? Brooklyn, people are dead!

The wrong guy almost went to jail over this.

Well, I-I meant no offense.

But seriously, if someone doesn't go out there

and take control of the narrative...

[Parker] They can think whatever they want.

Dalia was stabbed to death in front of me.

I can't unsee that.

I don't...

I don't even know what I wanna do right now.

You don't, you don't have to do anything Parker, okay?

Bailey and I will handle the press.

Ah, Johnny, get Parker out of here.

-Where should we go? -Warehouse. It's quiet there.

And I'll get us a hotel for tonight.

There's no way we're staying in that maniac's penthouse again.

-[grunts] -Perfect.

Thanks.

All right.

[intense music]

♪ If you're scared ♪

♪ Yeah just know that I've got you ♪♪

You're kidding me!

Of course we would love to restage the fashion show.

I-I can't thank you enough.

Yeah. No, we're gonna alert all the press and buyers.

Okay, thanks!

[sighs]

Mm.

Oh.

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[phone rings]

-Hey! -[Parker]Hey.

Okay, so guess what we're doing tomorrow?

I don't know about you, but I'm getting on a plane

and going back home to my husband and kid.

Well, we just got the green light to restage

the Fashion Show at the Gagelman Gallery.

And since the Sussex's deal is null and void,

it will be presented as our own brand and no one else's.

You know what this means, right?

So many people are gonna come out

just to show their support.

We're gonna make millions!

Yeah, well, don't buy the Bentley yet.

We still have to alert all the press and buyers.

Now, all the contacts are on Johnny's computer.

We left in such a hurry that he forgot it.

[Bailey] Oh, I saw his bag earlier.

Me and Simone will take care of it.

[Parker]Well, you're gonna need the password.

He doesn't know I know it,

but it's TomFordsBoyToy.

All one word.

That boy is a mess! Gotta love him.

Speak of the devil.

Okay, look, I'm gonna eat and get my blood-sugar up

and then I'll be over there to help.

[Bailey]No, stay there.

Once I get the hotel info of

where we're staying, I'll send it to you.

-[Parker]Okay. -And, Parker.

I knew everything would work out.

Me, too. Okay, bye.

Do I detect our luck has changed?

The fashion show is back on.

Now that's something to celebrate.

Mm-hmm.

Got you. This is a toast to you.

To me? What did I do?

It's what you didn't do.

You didn't bail on me when everything got hard.

You proved that you're a solid friend.

Fine, then a toast to me.

And a final toast to you!

[groans]

[Parker] Johnny!

Bailey, I don't wanna fight with you anymore.

It doesn't feel natural.

So, I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry for the way I've been behaving.

Maybe I should stop treating you like you're one of my kids.

I would love that.

-Laptop. -Oh, yeah.

-Can you hold that? -Yeah.

Don't go through my stuff though.

Um, no promises?

-I'm in. -Nice.

Look at these files!

Johnny gives new meaning to the word anal.

No, I don't mean it like that.

I just mean, he's like organized to an obsessive degree.

Yes, we'll be in touch. Okay, bye.

Oh, my God, you're not gonna believe

who just called me to help her.

Gretel.

Gretel.

The new interim editor-in-chief of Bloodworth.

She reached out to see if I can pull some strings

to get her into the show tomorrow.

Oh, my God! That's amazing.

Bailey, can you believe it?

What are these doing here?

What?

Okay, tell me if I'm jumping to conclusions,

but don't these files look like Parker's designs?

[Simone] He's her assistant. So...

Yeah, of course, he's gonna have access to her files.

Yeah. But he sent these to Sussex two months ago.

The deal didn't close until this morning.

And he used a different email address.

"doubled@hgkmail.com"

That's Dalia.

You gotta be kidding me!

Phew! Damn! That was good.

I just wish we didn't have to do this virtually.

I want you in person.

Soon enough.

Oh, my God!

[both] We have to tell Parker.

[Johnny] Sorry this is so messy.

You'd think this would be the first time I ever done.

[groaning]

[machine whirring]

I'm really sorry this has to happen.

But if I don't, then Sussex will go to jail.

-Ugh! -Damn it, Johnny! That hurts!

Shut up and play for the cameras.

[grunts]

I'll make it up to you.

The first collection

that I make for Sussex will be in your honor.

See?

You'll be a fashion icon after all.

[dramatic music]

-[Simone] Johnny! -Come on.

Let's see who can hit harder.

Get down on the ground, hands behind your back.

[Johnny] It's not what it looks like.

Can you not hear me?

Oh, you wanna feel me!

[yelps] No!

Stay down.

Oh, I got something for him.

[grunts]

[intense music]

[Parker] It's my turn.

[glass shatters]

[gasping]

You're fired.

Whoa.

-Let's get outta here. -Okay.

[upbeat music]

[camera shutters clicking]

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I am on fire ♪

♪ I'm comin' in hot ♪ ♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I'm on fire ♪ ♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I'm comin' in hot I'm on fire ♪

♪ I'm comin' in hot ♪ ♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I'm on fire ♪ ♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I'm comin' in hot ♪ ♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ I'm comin' in hot hot hot hot ♪

♪ Hot hot hot hot hot hot ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

♪ He brings that fire energy ♪

♪ That fire energy ♪

♪ We bring the heat ♪

-[rap song] -[audience applauding]

The crazy thing is

everything was there the whole time.

Everything about Johnny, Sussex.

Right there on the computer. Whole time.

Mm-hm.

-Tequila soda. -Mm.

Definitely need to drink.

Also, we have a slew of buyers that wanna make deals.

Hold up. Let's just take a moment to enjoy this moment.

Because we definitely almost didn't have it.

You don't have to tell me twice.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

[Bailey] And the makeup looks great.

Can't even see the bruises.

[Parker] Aw, thanks, Bailey.

[chuckles softly]

Does that mean you're still interested in dating me?

[laughs]

♪ Can I get away friends? ♪

♪ We're just living for the progress ♪

Oh.

[Parker] Stevan.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

We're really sorry that we judged you

and I'm sorry that I got you locked up.

Sorry for punching you in the face.

Yeah, I was bad too.

I'll forgive you on one condition.

You won't come between me and Simone?

I-I know how close you girls are.

Friendships like these have worked against me

in the past, trust me.

All right?

Oh, come on, we're past all that.

Parker, you have to come over and meet Gretel.

She wants to feature your showstopper gown

on the cover of Bloodworth.

And she wants Simone to model it.

-Whoo! -Wait, no wait.

I'm gonna be on the cover of Bloodworth?

I'm, I'm gonna be on the cover of Bloodworth!

Wait, wait, wait, Parker, there's some guy

in the lobby looking for you.

Said something about, um, Eddie?

-Real looker. -Oh, excuse me! Baby!

I knew you would show up!

Delivery for Parker Knox.

Thank you.

"So proud of you.

Meet me in Paris so we can celebrate in person.

First-class tickets for my first-class baby. Love. Eddie."

-No Eddie? -No Eddie.

But I got flowers and a ticket to Paris.

Well, those are beautiful and that's very romantic.

Why do you look so sad?

Bailey, what's the point of all this success

if I don't have my man here to share it with me?

Okay, Miss Pity Party,

you still have me and Simone.

And we have fun wherever we getaway to.

Okay, fancy hotels, fashion shows, police stations.

Okay, you know what I mean.

Well, my man isn't here either.

So join the party. Right, Simone?

Here we go again.

Another down and dirty relationship for Simone.

You think this one will go the distance?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Well, if not, we'll both be there to pick up all the pieces.

That's true. I mean, we always do.

Because that's what best friends are for.

Oh, swell. That's what I always wanted to be.

A human vacuum cleaner.

-[chuckling] -Mm.

-Let's go dance. -Okay.

Guys, come on, gather around, I'm gonna take a photo.

♪ Throw the worries away ♪

♪ Get 'em out of your head ♪

♪ Get 'em out of my head ♪

♪ Stay out tonight ♪♪

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