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Monica? This is Simone Hicks.

My new assistant moved right next door.

I got your back always.

The ceiling is coming down.

Get out of there!

Simone, what are you doing?

Stop with the lies! Are you some kind of sick fan?

You get off on stuff like this?

- You're no longer my problem. - I was a problem to you?

Night night, bitch!

Is there anyone inside?

This is for my dad! You took him from me!

Her name is Simone.

I miss you, Daddy.

And in case you were wondering,

I... I forgive you.

You forgive me too, Sis?

Simone.

- You're supposed to be... - Dead?

You can't kill me.

But me killing you, on the other hand...

Wake up! Chop!

Some movers out here!

They fine, but I got dibs on the one with the afro.

Come on, get up! We gotta go.

Okay, okay.

Thank you. That can go in the back.

Welcome!

Mm-hmm, Seattle, Seattle.

- We gots the heat on. - Indeed.

- Are you serious? - Very.

You are so sad.

Your bat only?

Can you grab a box, you think?

Cheers to me, you, living our best life in Seattle.

Mm-hmm, and I would like to cheers to us...

- No. - What?

My sister from another mister, Monica,

for landing the Red Alert,

the number-one investigative show here in Seattle.

And I would like to toast to my sister, Bebe...

- That's me. - Mm-hmm.

For nailing the job of hairstylist on the show.

- I mean... - Believe it.

All right.

- All right, can we drink now? - Yes.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Speaking of us working together,

um, I thought we should, you know,

go over a little corporate etiquette, right?

I think weshould talk about how weshould conduct ourselves

when weare on set.

Wesounds like me.

Yeah, it's you. It's 100 percent you.

- I said new city... - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

New Bebe.

Very refined.

Okay, I like the sound of that. New Bebe, I like it.

- Slow to speak. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

And even slower to, like, react or, you know, smack somebody.

But no guarantee. I'm trying.

Everything's new for me, you know.

- All right! - Yeah, but

they need to know where I'm from and they need to understand that

if they intentionally try me or come for me,

I'm gonna blow their wig off.

Yep, and the old friend is back, just like that.

Super quick, not even... seconds.

Why you lookin' like that?

I'm just, um, hoping that the nightmares about Simone...

are gone finally, you know?

I just want them to stop.

You don't wanna hear it.

You don't never listen to me.

But look.

You need to get some professional help, friend,

for what you goin' through.

Yeah, no, I don't wanna talk about it.

I don't wanna relive it.

I just wanna move on with my life.

That's the pizza. I'll get it.

Mm-mm, sit tight.

Okay, well...

I'll get everything ready.

Um, what is that? That does not look like pizza.

Kimchi.

And since when did we start eating kimchi?

Since it's, what, the 13th thing on my list

of the 20 things I needed to do here in Seattle.

Oh lord, I'll try it.

But I don't like how this list sounds already.

It's really already getting on my nerves.

Well, I don't know what you gonna do when you get home

and see a siren back there.

Ain't no police is the third thing on the list, okay?

We gotta get rid of this list.

- Okay, let's do it. - All right.

- Cheers! I guess... - All right, cheers.

- This is how we do? - I don't... I don't know...

- Okay, we tried it. - We did,

and I'm gonna order some pizza, so...

Oh god.

- Monica? - Mm, yes?

You know I'm not ignoring you, right?

I know how you feel about Simone.

Look...

she's dead.

She been dead three years.

She's not gonna hurt you no more.

You got to let the ghost of the crazy past go.

Okay, all right, I'll...

I'll let her go.

I'll let her go.

Grace, we have another donation.

Are you okay?

Yeah, um, I'm fine.

Don't lie in the Lord's house now, child.

Tell me what's wrong.

Sister Margaret, I don't wanna sound ungrateful

for everything that you and the other sisters have done for me.

But I can't help thinking about where I came from, who I am.

I just, I have so many questions.

Do you know why we decided to call you Grace?

Because it was God's grace that saved me

the night that you found me.

Yes, and it was His voice that guided me

to bring you here so we could care for you.

God shined His grace upon you, Grace,

deeming you worthy to be saved

and giving you a second chance.

Yeah, but a second chance for what, though?

What happened to me?

Look, I just pray that I get my memory back soon.

"Therefore I tell you,

"whatever you ask in prayer,

"believe that you have received it

and it will be yours."

Mark 11.

Oh!

There she is!

Found it!

Look at you!

Damn, Bee.

It's happening.

Hell yeah it's happening.

It's happening!

Monica Harris.

Hi, Kendyl.

It's nice to finally meet you in person.

Oh no, she didn't.

New Bebe.

Let me cut to the chase.

It is very unusual that a daytime talkshow host

become the face of a show that tackles important issues,

like we do here at Red Alert.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Um, the Ray J and Kim K sex tape scandal?

That's very important,

especially to culture.

And guess who broke it?

Monica.

Yeah, she did.

Was that me?

Why don't you show her where the makeup room is?

That is a good idea. Thank you, friend.

Right, I'm just gonna go.

Kendyl?

Look.

I know I wasn't your first choice

for the new face of Red Alert,

but I wanna prove to you and the viewers that...

I am the real deal.

Here is an idea for a story that I have.

Um, spotlighting the alarming statistics

on Black maternal health is a passion of mine.

And I just want you to know that I'm committed to the process.

Monica, I don't doubt your commitment.

I hope you don't doubt mine.

Passion is all well and good,

but stories also have to bring in the ratings, period.

And I will use whatever and whoever is on my team

to make sure that I accomplish that goal.

I live by the motto when life hands you lemons,

you... make sweet lemonade.

I'll see you on set.

Am I the lemon?

- Shred this. - Yes, ma'am.

So what you think about Ms. Kendyl?

She's a little icy,

but I think she's gonna end up being cool, so...

I'm gonna give her another chance.

I agree.

I think she plays tough, but I think she's still cool.

And you know this how?

Because real recognize real.

I just like her.

Oh, well, glad to know that you just like her.

- Hi. - Hey, girl!

I'm Bebe.

And this is Monica, of course.

Monica Harris, nice to meet you.

Hi. Layla.

And I think it's time for me to get started on Monica's makeup.

Okay, I need, like, five more minutes, if you don't mind.

I sorta do mind. I need to get started now

so that I can finish in time.

It's just, like, five little minutes.

Little minutes that are taking away my time.

Okay, yes.

Okay, oh, all right, all right, okay.

Um, Bebe, my hair looks fantastic.

I think it's good.

Let's let Layla... do what she came to do.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'mma get some coffee anyway.

Bag.

Nice to you meet you, Shayla.

It's Layla.

Is it though?

Well, Layla, I'm happy to have you.

Thank god it's a sister doin'...

Look, Monica, I'm not trying to be mean,

but I'm not into the whole small talk thing, hm?

I'm all about keeping my head down and doing my best work.

All right, I respect that.

You know, the last workplace, work environment...

A-hem-hem.

- No. - No small talk at all.

I got it.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Today on Red Alert...

Monica? It's go time. I hope you're ready.

Oh yeah, I stay ready so that I don't have to get ready.

Yeah, and I will take these.

Everything you need to say will be on the teleprompter.

- Just read the words. - Okay.

- Is our guest mic'ed? - Yes.

- Okay. - Guest? Wait, Kendyl.

You didn't say anything about a guest.

Last minute addition.

Again, just read the teleprompter.

Yes, correct.

- Thanks again. - Yes.

Okay, guest.

Hey, I'm Trevor Williams.

Hi, Monica Harris.

I know.

Okay, party people!

We go on in three, two...

Hello, I'm Monica Harris, and this is Red Alert.

Today sitting next to me, I have Trevor Williams,

Seattle detective who singlehandedly caught

a serial stalker.

Thank you for being here, Detective Williams.

Oh, thanks for having me. And please, call me Trevor.

You know, when I think about you

and how you saved all of those women from that stalker,

I'm reminded of my own story...

Stay on prompter, Monica.

Stay on prompter, Monica.

I'm reminded of my own story.

Having a crazy, deranged... stalker

wrecked my life.

And to make matters worse, it was a blood relative,

my half-sister Simone.

Okay, that's good.

Throughout this season of Red Alert,

I will be dissecting my own stalker's story

and sharing details with you all.

But more on that later.

Back to you, Trevor.

So tell me everything.

How did this come about?

Well...

Okay, wrap it up, Monica.

Well, that's it for today.

Thank you for watching.

I'm Monica Harris, and this is Red Alert.

And... we're out!

We're clear, folks!

Yes!

Hey, so with this being your first interview on this show

and, well, my first interview here, I was hoping...

I'm so sorry, I have to go handle something.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Trevor.

Yeah.

Ouch.

Kendyl, can I talk to you for a second?

- Sure. - What the hell was that?

I'd watch my tone if I were you.

You're still in your probationary period.

That was what a successful premier episode looks like.

You set me up.

I wasn't planning on talking about any of that.

Oh!

It's cute that you think you have a say in the matter

of how we do news over here.

News flash, you don't.

You can't do that.

Monica, I can do anything that I want.

And if you don't like it,

you can go back to spilling the tea on daytime TV in Houston.

Speaking of tea, why don't you get yourself a cup

and calm down?

Miles? Come.

This way.

Hey, Artie!

We got some more donations.

Today I have Trevor Williams,

Seattle detective who singlehandedly caught

a serial stalker.

I'm reminded of my own story.

Having a crazy, deranged stalker wrecked my life.

And to make matters worse,

it was a blood relative,

my half-sister Simone.

Throughout this season of Red Alert...

A little bit...

Enough of that!

Watch it!

Look what you just did!

Oh my god, I'm so sorry.

Save it.

Next time, pay attention.

Idiot.

Stupid woman just ran into me,

spilled my drink all over the place...

Sister Margaret?

Yes, Sister Iris?

Something's wrong with Grace.

Oh my.

Grace.

What's wrong?

I remember, Sister.

I remember.

Sister Iris, may I have a moment alone with Grace?

Of course.

And, and Sister Iris?

Yes?

Please don't mention this to anyone.

- Yes, Sister Margaret. - Thank you.

What is it that you remember, Grace?

Things I did.

A lot of things.

To people who hurt me.

What we did in the past does not define who we are in the present

or who we become in the future.

- I gotta go... - Wait, wait.

Then take this.

What is it?

I know you've had your struggles.

And the seeds sown have caused you pain.

But I have great faith that on the other side of that pain,

through it, there is joy.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I will always be here for you, Grace.

Always.

Simone.

My name is Simone.

Yes, child.

Yes.

I still can't believe that she's making me tell my story.

Like, there's gotta be something I can do about it.

You do tell people's stories against they will.

- Excuse me? - You do!

Whose side are you on?

I'm just being fair! I'm playin' devil's advocate.

Yeah, well, you're playing it a little too well.

Well, being honest, that was a bitch move she made.

Thank you! Thank you very much.

But I'm your sister-bestie,

and I'm gonna talk to her about it

when we go to dinner on Friday.

Whoa.

You're going to dinner with the enemy on Friday?

Yeah, I told you about that.

When?

Now.

Triflin'.

Look, telling your story

might help you more than you even know.

Yeah, listen, I know you believe that, but I don't.

That's not what I came here for.

What are you gonna do to her?

I don't know. I could report her to HR.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The old Bebe would tell you to go lay her ass down,

but no, no, we are Black women.

Black women do not report each other to HR.

You need to slow down, sugar cup.

You know what?

I think I do not like the new Bebe.

She sucks.

- I love her. - Mm.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Red Alertthree-hour tour.

Not to be confused with

Gilligan's Island three-hour tour.

And if you know what I'm talking about,

then you're all older than you look.

Let's begin.

Here on Gold Network,

we pride ourselves on having the most amazing writers,

because, I mean, without the writers,

there simply is no show.

Let's keep going, everyone.

Oh, wait! Ladies and gentlemen,

this must be your lucky day.

This is our new host of Red Alert News, Monica Harris.

Hi, good to see you all.

Is it okay if she takes a selfie with you?

Sure.

- Enjoy the tour. - Thank you.

All right, right this way, everyone.

You can look at it later.

Excuse me?

What are you doing in here?

Oh, um...

I got a little lost.

I was with my tour group and then I kinda...

This is Layla.

Yes, the apartment is still for rent.

Two bedroom, two baths,

we share the common area, $1300 a month.

Yeah.

Okay, whatever.

Ugh.

Did I hear you say that you're renting an apartment?

So I'll need one month's rent,

two months' security deposit up front.

Um, I'm new to Seattle.

Is that, like, the norm?

It's my norm so you're not gonna pull a Kelly on me.

I'm sorry.

What's a Kelly?

My last roommate.

She stopped paying rent here and moved across the street

with her new boyfriend and her little annoying dog.

Oh wow.

Yeah, that is not cool.

Tell me about it.

But there's nothing I can do about it now.

And this will be your room.

It's perfect.

I'll take it.

Just so you know...

I would never play you like that.

Sisters should always stick together.

Right.

Thanks.

Stop being paranoid, Monica.

Daddy, I miss you.

I could sure use some of your words of wisdom right now.

Oh my goodness,

you would not believe this story if I told you.

So I'm sitting between this famous couple

at this Emmys after party when all of a sudden,

they both grab my leg.

- Nuh-uh. - Mm-hmm.

- What happened? - What do you think?

They were down. I was down.

So all three of us went down.

- I like it. - Good.

- Let's toast. - Yes.

Cheers to safe sex and paychecks.

Mm-hmm, thank you.

Mm.

What was it like?

What was what like?

Being with a woman?

I think the question you should be asking is,

what was it like being with a man

after always being with a woman?

Okay.

Well, I've been tellin' myself I'mma try something different,

and I wanna try a woman.

So it's, like, number eight on my list, while I'm here.

- Oh, is it really? - Yeah.

Well, maybe I can, uh...

help you cross number eight off your list?

Can we get the check? We got places to be!

I need to get some air.

Um, I'll do the three steak tacos and a tea, please.

Okay, it'll be up in a minute.

- Thank you. - Well, well, well.

This must be my lucky week.

Detective Trevor Williams.

So you remember my whole name?

Well, I guess that's a good thing considering.

Considering what?

Considering the way you completely shot me down

after the interview?

Ah, okay, so I did not shut you down.

It was a lot going on that day.

- I'm sorry. - That's okay.

I'm just kidding. Totally understand.

- Trevor? - Ah, excuse me.

- Hey, thank you, man. - Yup.

You have a good night.

Hey, can you put his on mine, please?

You didn't...

I mean, it's the least I can do

since you said I shut you down.

Yeah, you kinda...

No, for real, you actually interviewed Mary J. Blige

on your last TV show?

You know, a little somethin'.

Here I was thinking I was your most impressive TV guest.

- Mm-mm. - I do love some MJB, though.

We all love some MJB.

But, um, you're impressive too.

Sounds like your boy might be back in the game.

Maybe.

Well, maybe's not a no.

It's not a yes either.

But look, I just wanna be open with you.

I, um, just got out of a three-year relationship,

so I'm not really looking for anything too serious.

I'm not asking you to.

But I do believe there are plenty of other roles out there

for you to play.

Oh, it's like that.

Oh, it's like that.

Hmmm...

Let me see your phone.

No, I'm kidding.

I'm gonna add it to your favorites just in case.

Good morning!

Hey.

I, uh, I made breakfast.

I made, like, eggs and biscuits.

I mean, they're not homemade, but they're still very good.

Oh, and, uh...

orange juice.

Again, not fresh squeezed, but still very good.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Oh, I can just, uh, pack it up for you to go.

- Just give me a minute. - I said no thanks.

Oh my god...

No, Mom! No! No!

Get away from my daughter! Get out!

- Get out, I said! Get out! - No! No!

- Done? - Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Well, girl, you're good.

That is what I'm here for.

Well, I'm gonna make sure that you stay here too.

At the end of the day, us sisters have to stick together.

Ugh, what, is that trending somewhere?

Sorry, what?

You're just the second person to say that to me recently,

and I don't know,

I'm just starting to feel like it's a bunch of BS.

I mean, you had a chance with your own sister

and you didn't even do it, so...

No shade.

Kendyl, you have a moment?

Sure.

I just wanna explain to you why telling my story

is so triggering for me.

Monica, let me stop you right there.

I don't have the space or the energy

to care about your trepidations

on investigating a true crime story.

That's what we do here.

Yeah, well, this true crime story belongs to me.

And... I'm not ready to air it out yet.

Maybe ever.

Shedding light on challenging topics starts conversations.

Conversations that need to be had.

Telling your full story will help people.

It already has.

And according to the ratings from our premiere,

people want more.

Well, Kendyl, you know, I just still think that maybe...

You're not paid to think.

That's what I'm here for.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, no, that's exactly what I was thinking.

Honey, come here!

Stop running. Come here, honey.

Hold on one second.

Hey! Are you, um, Kelly?

Yeah.

Ah, cute dog!

Can I hold him? What's his name?

Her name? Shy.

Hi, Shy!

So she's a little bitch like you.

Excuse me?

Yeah, see, I'm Layla's new roommate.

And she told me how you stiffed her

on two months' rent, yes she did.

Look, that's none of your business.

Yeah, well, unfortunately for you,

I'm making it my business. Yes, I am!

Ah, ah!

Give me my dog.

Oh, so you want your dog back?

Kind of how like Layla wants your money back.

Yeah, and I'm gonna need you to give it to me today.

Mm!

And if I don't?

Ah!

You're afraid I'm gonna hurt Shy?

I would never hurt a dog.

Can't say the same about you, though.

I'm gonna need that money today.

Hey, hey!

- Hey. - Look what I got.

Got the bob, classic,

and the waves. Long waves.

What you think?

Mm.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, it's Kendyl. Yeah, she's impossible.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

And I think it's making me a little crazy. Yup.

Mm, but there's a method to her madness at work.

Madness is exactly right.

But, like, in that bedroom, like...

she let her freak flag fly.

Wait, what?

Bebe, you slept with Kendyl?

It was the eighth thing on my list and she was there.

She's gay.

When we had a conversation

about corporate dos and don'ts,

yeah, I never thought that I would have to state the obvious,

which is do not shag the boss.

What happened to a better Bebe, hm?

The night I was with Kendyl, I was a damn good Bebe,

if I say so myself.

Okay, see, that's your problem.

You think it's a joke and it's not a joke.

You know what this is about?

This is about you and what you need.

Please tell me what I need.

You some.

You need to get it quick too.

You so uptight.

Go get you some

and we gonna fix your hair.

You want this one, the classic bob,

or you want this one?

The bob. Get out.

Okay, perfect.

Long waves it is.

Okay, thank you.

- Love you! - Whatever you want.

Love you too.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's this?

That's the money that Kelly owes you.

Yeah, we had a little talk.

Wait, you talked to Kelly for me?

Yeah.

Wow, um...

thanks, but I didn't tell you all of that

to make that your responsibility to handle.

I know, but we're roomies.

Oh, um...

I, uh, I found this.

Is that your mom?

- She's beautiful. - She was.

Inside and out.

You know, my mom taught me to do makeup?

It's the one thing that always got me through.

She died of cancer.

We were each other's everything.

And when she passed,

I went from one group home to the next.

Got in some trouble, but...

everybody's got a past, right?

Um, so, how's work?

I think I offended the new host, Monica.

How?

I basically called her a hypocrite

for not standing by her sister.

I mean, according to Monica, the lady's done some bad things,

but there's always two sides to a story.

Well, I'll drink to that. Here you go.

You know what would go really well with this beer?

- What? - Hot wings.

If you want wings, girl, I'll get you wings.

No, no, no.

I got it.

I just came into some unexpected money

given to me by a friend.

Thank you, girl.

You're welcome.

Hey!

Hi.

I got something for you.

Grace, you didn't have to do this.

Well, it's not actually for you.

It's for you to give to Monica as a peace offering.

I don't even know how that would work.

Girl, easy!

Just go into her office and say,

"Hey, Mon! I bought this for you!

And hopefully it helps us, like, start over."

Look, I know that she will love it.

Do I have to call her Mon?

No.

I mean, uh, Monica or whatever.

Look, just try it!

Okay, fine, I'll do it. Ugh!

But if this backfires, you owe me big time.

Oh, well, if it works out, you owe me drinks.

Deal!

Oh! See you later.

See you later, girl.

Come in.

Hm. Should I be afraid or...

- No, no, no, no. - No. Okay.

I was a little out of line with what I said to you about

you and your sister the other day,

so my apologies.

Apology accepted.

Thank you, Layla. I appreciate it.

You're welcome.

Mon.

What did you just call me?

Uh, Mon, like, short for Monica?

Yeah, no, but the only person

that's called me Mon, I wanna forget they ever existed, okay?

Yeah.

No worries... Monica.

This is... This is really beautiful.

Yup!

I really hate it when Bebe is right.

Trevor?

Hey, it's Monica.

Yeah.

I'm good. How are you?

Good, um, I was just calling

ah, to see if you wanted...

some company tonight? I don't know.

Yeah?

Okay, yeah, 9 o'clock is perfect.

Yeah, let me get your address.

1212 Orlando Drive?

I got it.

You too. You have a good day.

All right, good bye.

To encouraging me to open up a little bit

and accepting people where they are.

All right!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- Mm, mm! - Oh!

Bartender, another one.

Girl! Slow down, rockstar!

Mm-mm!

You asked and you shall receive.

Oh god.

Plus, never done this before.

Never done what?

Girls night out, you know? Connecting with someone.

I never really fit in with anyone.

I mean, I wasn't a part of the cool kids or the nerds.

Hell, I didn't even fit in with the emo kids, girl.

Just, like, every time I tried to...

Push, Simone! Push!

Grace! Grace! Earth to Grace!

Damn.

Is my life story that boring?

Oh, girl, no!

So I got in an accident a couple of years ago.

And, uh, I lost my memory.

That's horrible. I'm sorry, girl.

No, I mean, it's coming back little by little,

and I never really know what's gonna trigger it.

Sometimes it's even hard to know what's real and what's not.

Well, you know what is real?

Our friendship.

And these shots!

- I'll drink to that. - Well, come on!

Yeah, that's what you get for wearing them boots!

Hey, sexy ladies!

Which one of y'all wanna make me eggs tomorrow morning, huh?

Hey, hey, don't act like that!

These is all compliments.

Leave us alone.

You lucky we even givin' y'all the time of day.

- Oh really? - Really!

Layla!

I know! That's what sisters are for!

Damn!

Oh!

You said I can take on any role I wanted with you, right?

- I did. - Mm-hmm.

But you know I wasn't expecting all of this.

Oh, was all of this too much for you?

No, absolutely not.

All right.

Let the sideshow begin.

Oh. Okay.

- I need one of those. - I got you, baby.

- Thank you! - Mm.

Monica, if I don't have that next segment on my desk

within an hour, I'm gonna write it myself,

and neither of us wants that, do we?

Kendyl Rouse

is a grade A bitch!

She doesn't deserve to breathe the air

that good people breathe.

And if she went missing from the Red Alertset...

and Earth, she would never be missed.

Ooh, damn, that was harsh, but...

it felt so good.

We must take a multi-pronged approach

in dealing with crimes by people suffering with mental illness.

If someone had done that for Simone,

the person who harmed me,

my family,

and was clearly in the throes of a mental health crisis,

things would be different.

This story, my story,

would've had a different outcome.

I am Monica Harris, and this is Red Alert.

And we're out.

Clear, folks! We're clear.

Next package.

You know, Monica looked great today.

You gonna give me a compliment today?

Oh, wow! Thank you!

Mm-hmm, I did.

No, but seriously, I wanted to apologize

for carrying that little chip on my shoulder.

Baby girl, you been carrying a boulder on your back.

- Okay. - On your back, honey.

- Okay. - Okay, yes.

I was, but you know,

it took me meeting my new friend Grace

to show me that I had to let my guards down

and just let some people in.

I like this Grace already.

She is literally like, ah, the sister I always wanted,

but never had.

That's like me and Monica.

- Can I ask you something? - What?

Was Simone really that bad?

Child, Monica only likes to focus on the stalking part

of Simone, but she did a lot of crazy stuff.

Like what?

Murder.

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

Hand to God.

She killed Monica boyfriend.

Decapitated her neighbor and put the head in a bag.

- What? - But I think

the most heartbreaking thing of all of this

was how she poisoned Monica's father.

That broke Monica's heart.

But I knew something was wrong with Simone.

She was always crazy, running around,

Mon this, Mon that.

"Oh, I can help you so much, Mon!

I can do that!"

It was just getting on my nerves.

- Mon? - Yeah.

That's what Simone called Monica... Mon.

Wild.

Wild is right, but she is dead and gone,

and I'm happy about it.

Yeah.

Grace?

Grace?

- Hey. - Oh, hey!

I didn't know you were here.

Oh, uh, god, I had a headache.

I probably just dozed off.

Uh, I didn't cook. Should we order pizza?

Yeah, sure thing.

- Okay. - All right.

So, I got some tea at work.

Uh, do spill.

So I was talking to Bebe, Monica's hairstylist.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah, and she said

that Simone did way more stuff to Monica

than Monica talked about on the show.

Oh, really? Like what?

Killing people left and right.

And this, uh, Bebe said all of this?

She even said Simone poisoned Monica's dad.

It wasn't just Monica's dad.

I mean, I watched some of the show,

and aren't they supposed to be, like, half-sisters?

So it would make it Simone's dad too, right?

Right.

So did Bebe get all in your head

and now you're all Team Monica?

We only heard Monica's side of the story.

Who knows?

It might be a world where Simone catches all the blame,

but it's not really all her fault.

Is that a weird perspective?

No, not at all.

Speaking of weird...

Girl, Bebe just invited me to go wedding dress shopping

with her and Monica at Le Chic Bridal on Saturday.

Who's getting married?

Nobody.

What?

Item number 14 on this ridiculous list

crazy-ass Bebe keeps going on and on about.

"I will have to pass,

but thanks for asking."

I have much better things to do with my Saturday.

Now, ain't this fun, friend?

Looking at wedding dresses for no reason?

Big fun, Bebe. Big fun. Having a blast.

I know you think it's silly, but it's really not.

It's my way of letting myself know

I can do whatever I want to do in this world

as long as I don't hurt anybody in the process, you know?

Nope, uh-uh, get back.

Bridezilla, you do know this is pretend, right?

So? It's my day.

Me, bride to be.

You just drink your champagne and let me have my day.

Okay.

She's so extra for no reason, just...

Somebody's in here.

I said some one is in here.

Can you get away from the door, please?

Somebody's in here.

Back up!

Get away from me!

Who's out there?

You better get away from me.

- Monica... - Whoever's out there,

- you better... - Monica!

What's wrong with you?

- Where is she? - Where is who?

Next time you don't wanna do something on my list,

just tell me! It's too much.

No, that's not it. Hello?

Ain't nobody in here.

Come on.

♪ Close my eyes and watch you ♪

♪ 8 ball, corner pocket

Whoo!

That was amazing.

Mm, it was.

I needed it.

You all right?

Something you need to talk about?

Yeah, I don't know if it's the show or what, but...

I just have a really weird feeling

that Simone is coming for me.

Simone? You mean your stalker

that died a few years back?

Okay, well, when you say it like that,

it sounds a little bit ridiculous.

But, um... yes.

I, I don't know, I just...

I feel like she's still out there,

and I, I just can't shake that feeling, you know?

I understand. You know, PTSD is real.

And you've been through a lot

feeling the way you do, so I get it.

Well, thank you for not making me feel crazy about it.

No, of course. How about this?

How about I reach out to some of my Houston buddies

and just have them confirm that Simone is really gone?

You'd do that?

For you? Absolutely.

Thank you.

But why don't we calm it a little, uh...

I was eating that.

Mm, I know...

It's gonna melt!

Mm, I know who you are.

You that lady from that news show, Red Alert.

- You got me. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Mm-hmm.

All right. Have a good day.

- Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

Prettier on TV. Hmph.

No! Mom!

My baby!

Mom, look at me!

No, no, no...

No...

Gentlemen, thank you. Mm-hmm.

Hey, Kendyl, you wanted to see me?

Yes.

Just thought you would wanna know

that it's official...

Red Alerthas won its time slot across the board

and it's all because of you.

Well, the whole team,

but it was your story that did it.

So, congratulations.

Thanks.

Also, and most importantly,

I wanted to give you these.

What are they?

Letters from people all over the country

thanking you for sharing your story.

- Really? - Yes, really.

Some people wrote that you telling your story

gave them the courage to talk about their own,

which they believe will help them move on from

their own trauma.

Look, I know this was hard for you,

but think of it like this.

One day, your kids...

I assume you do want kids?

Yes.

I cannot wait to become a mother.

Well, they'll see how brave and inspirational you were

telling your story, and...

they will be very proud of their mother.

Thank you, Kendyl.

So let's get started on

that Black maternal health story of yours.

But I thought you didn't...

You said spotlighting it was a particular passion of yours.

Right?

Yes, absolutely.

Well, let's make it happen.

I expect to see a well-researched outline

on my desk first thing in the morning.

It's done.

Hey, hey!

You ready to go?

You're gonna have to go without me.

Kendyl greenlit my maternal health story, so...

Okay!

Yeah, so, I'm gonna get this outline to her

before she can change her mind.

Okay, how long you gonna be?

I'll pull an all-nighter if I have to.

Well, guess I can finally do

the seventh thing on my list since I'm alone tonight.

Okay, whatever,

as long as it doesn't involve our kitchen

or anywhere where we eat, I'm good.

Well, the third thing on my list.

Wow.

You have issues. I love you.

Yes, love you! Bye.

Bye.

This is Monica Harris.

A package?

Okay, Pat, thank you.

Yes!

All right, see what we got here.

Delete.

Hey, I have a package?

Here. Here you are.

Thank you.

Oops!

What else can we find?

"Kendyl Rouse is a grade A bitch."

Hm, bet you HR would love to see this.

It's nothing in here, Pat.

You're welcome, Mon.

If you wanted to say hi to me, you just could've said so.

- I'm sorry, Ms. Harris. - Thank you!

- Have a good one. - You too.

Uh-huh.

Hey.

I know you.

Wait.

Empty box? That was so weird.

Waste of my time.

What?

Kendyl is gonna kill me.

- I got you where I want you now. - Not this time.

So what you sayin' is...

I'm right as usual.

So because I had one night

where I didn't have a dream about Simone murdering me,

you get the victory.

'Cause I told you!

I said once you spoke your truth,

what was gonna happen?

You were gonna win your life back.

And that's what's happening.

And I need a free dinner.

Well, if telling my story is what's making me feel better,

then I should be thanking Kendyl.

Yeah.

So technically I owe her dinner.

Oh, that bitch is rich.

She can pay for her own damn dinner.

Oh, it sounds like somebody got ghosted!

Did you get ghosted?

I don't get ghosted like that.

Mm! Maybe it's the new Bebe.

- Hey! - Hey.

Have you seen my ID?

No. Sorry.

It's just weird.

I always leave it on the table.

Um, well, um...

Maybe you dropped it somewhere?

I guess. Ugh.

I'll just have to get a new one.

Such a pain.

All right, see you later.

See you.

I need you guys to scour this, okay?

Fine-toothed comb, all right?

What happened?

Kendyl was murdered.

Murdered?

Monica Harris?

Yes, that's me.

Detective Hudson.

May I speak with you a minute over here?

No, you can talk to her right here.

Fine.

Did you write this?

How did you get that?

So you did write it?

Yes, I wrote it.

It was a vent letter. I was mad at Kendyl.

Mad enough to kill her?

- No! - Uh-uh.

You won't talk to her no more without a lawyer.

Let's go.

This doesn't make any sense.

Lots of things don't make sense, Ms. Harris.

But they still happen.

This conversation isn't over, Ms. Harris!

I cannot believe that Kendyl is dead.

You didn't do it, did you?

Bebe, of course not!

Yeah, well, it doesn't seem like Detective Hudson believes you.

Okay, I don't care what he believes, I didn't do it.

There's clearly no need to work today, so I'm going home.

I'm with you on that.

Yeah, this place is creeping me out.

♪ Who are you?

♪ Where are you from?

Did you not get my message about Simone?

♪ You called my name, ah, you did ♪

Monica, Monica, we need to talk.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Look, uh, we shouldn't, okay?

Wait, wait, I gotta talk to you.

Just please, just...

Oh, wow, okay, this is... this is...

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. Please, please.

I really wanna continue this, but...

I think we should really talk about the Simone situation,

don't you?

Did you... did you read the email that I sent you?

Okay, um... guess we can talk about it later then, huh?

Oh, okay!

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Feels funny being on the other side of these cuffs.

Mm-hmm!

What you got?

I don't know what's gotten into you, Monica, but...

That's 'cause I'm Simone, bitch!

What? No!

Hi, I need to replace my ID.

This is you?

Yeah.

Found it in the stairwell.

In the stairwell?

Wonder how it got there.

Have you seen my ID?

Maybe you dropped it somewhere?

Go into her office and say, "Hey, Mon!"

Wasn't just Monica's dad.

Okay, thank you.

Grace!

Grace?

I haven't been completely honest with you.

I'm not sure why. Maybe...

I thought if I told you the truth about me,

you wouldn't...

In one of the group homes,

I did have a close friend, Renee.

We were so close. We were like sisters.

But I let her take the fall for something I did.

I betrayed her and she never forgave me.

I never forgave myself.

So I promised if I ever met a real friend,

a sister friend,

I would never, ever betray her. You're that person.

I lost one sister and I don't want to lose you.

Simone.

Please...

Hey, this is Trevor.

Leave a message.

Hey, Trevor, it's me.

Um, where are you?

Give me a call.

I don't know how I did it,

but I was able to access all your emails

from the past couple of days.

Thanks, Bee. Let's see.

All right.

Oh, here's one from Trevor.

Oh my god.

Wait...

Simone is not dead.

"No human remains found."

But that can mean anything.

It was a fire. Her body's probably burnt up.

It was her in the bathroom at that bridal store.

And it was Simone who sent that vent letter to HR.

Okay.

Which we know it was Simone who killed Kendyl.

We don't know if it's Simone or not.

Who the hell else would it be?

It's Simone, I'm telling you.

Who the hell is that?

No, don't answer it.

- Don't answer it, Bee! - Stop.

Layla.

What are you doing here?

So what you sayin' is...

Grace, your new roommate, is Simone.

Yes.

She was doing stuff that was starting to make me

get a little suspicious.

But when I saw all of this,

all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

Well, we can take all of this to the police,

and that way we can prove that Simone is still alive.

Yeah, but that's all it will prove,

is that she's alive.

It won't prove everything that she's done.

Plus Grace... I mean, Simone...

is smart.

The moment her cover is up,

she'll probably just disappear again, and then what?

She's not gonna stop until she gets what she wants.

What the hell does she want?

Me out of the picture.

And I'm tired. I'm tired of the nightmares.

I'm tired of the anxiety.

Sista Bitch came for me.

I'm gonna give her what she came for.

All right.

What we gonna do?

You know, maybe we should get her down to the studio.

In front of the cameras.

Put her ass on blast.

That way, she doesn't have anywhere to run or hide.

How we gonna get her to that studio?

I have an idea.

- Hello? - Hello, Detective Hudson?

Yeah?

Yeah, I hear a lot of commotion at 1212 Orlando Drive.

I was wondering if someone could drive over there

and do a wellness check?

That's really not my...

Hello?

Hello?

I don't know why you wanted to come back here.

I have to get my notes so I can finish my story

as a tribute to Kendyl.

Please hurry up!

I'm fine. You can go without me.

Okay, are you sure?

Yeah, go.

Okay, then. I'm out.

Hello?

Hello, wellness check. Anybody here?

Hello?

Hello? Anyone here?

Detective Hudson, wellness check.

All right, so tell me exactly what we should do.

Well, Simone thinks that Monica is alone,

so I'mma go to the set and you go get Simone.

Okay.

When she gets here, make sure you let me and Monica know

because I have the light,

Monica has the camera,

and we gotta nail this bitch to the wall.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Let's go get her. - We gotta do it.

- Yes. - Let's go.

All right, bye.

Simone.

Oh, you look scared.

Nah, bitch, I ain't never scared of you.

You're not even worth it.

Good job, girl!

- Where is she? - On set, waiting for you.

She wants to get you on camera

so she can show everyone the truth about you.

- I like that. - Yeah.

Layla? Thank you.

- Girl, I love you. - You're a really good friend.

911 what's your emergency?

Hey, I, I need help! My name is Layla Clinton,

and, and Monica Harris is trying to kill me!

Can you tell me where you are?

Yeah, I'm at Red Alert Studios. Hurry please!

Oh my god!

Ma'am?

Mm!

He dead, ain't he?

Oh!

That news lady from Red Alert, Monica Harris?

She's the one that did this.

Hey, Monica.

How you doin'?

Have any good dreams about me lately?

Where are you, bitch?

I'm right here.

Where are you?

Oh, I'm here. I'm there.

I'm everywhere.

Why don't you just face me, huh?

You coward!

Oh, Monica! Name-calling?

You don't wanna piss me off.

You know you could've just stayed gone, right?

No one would've missed you.

Yeah, I could have.

But you, you would've kept telling my story your way.

Never admitting to what you did wrong.

Yeah, you betrayed family!

Oh, I didn't betray my family.

You betrayed me!

And you killed me, and then you cursed my name.

All I ever wanted was you.

You are a murderer.

And you need to pay for what you've done.

Don't worry, I already have.

And now it's your turn.

Do it!

Do it! You already killed me once!

Slit my throat!

Let go! Drop it! Put your hands up!

I said put it down, Monica, or I'll shoot.

I didn't do anything.

Thank god you're here.

Monica stabbed my friend Layla Clinton.

I think that she's dead.

- You're lying! - No, I'm not!

- You're lying! - No!

Layla found out that Monica killed Kendyl.

I didn't kill anyone. I didn't kill anybody.

She's the murderer!

Detective, we've got a body in the back with a stab wound.

Monica Harris, you are under arrest

for the murder of Trevor Williams...

- What!? - And Layla Clinton.

You killed Trevor? You are a psycho!

It's her!

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney...

- Are you okay, ma'am? - She's crazy!

- Yes, I'm okay. - Murderer!

What's your name, ma'am?

Grace.

I didn't kill anybody!

Sister Grace.

Harris? You have a visitor.

Simone.

Guard!?

Oh, no, no.

For the sake of Bebe?

I'd stop.

What did you do to her? Huh?

If you lay a finger on her, I promise...

I didn't do anything to her.

Yet.

But don't test me.

What do you want, Simone? Hm?

I'm gonna finally see you get what you deserve,

sitting there in that jumpsuit.

But I gotta be honest.

It's not really your color, Mon.

When I get out of here...

I think you mean if you get out of here.

Which reminds me, I got a little gift for you.

Look at that!

You used to do the news, and now you are the news.

Ironic!

Face it, Monica. I win.

No, no, you, you...

You can't do this to me.

I didn't. You did.

Galatians 6:7.

You reap what you sow.

I paraphrase, of course.

You will not get away with this.

I won't let you get away with this.

You will not get away with this!

- Do you think you crazy, bitch? - Calm down!

- Do you think you're crazy? - Hey!

Huh? Huh?

I promise you... I promise you...

I'm gonna murder you.

- I'm gonna kill you. - Let's go.

I promise you! You're dead, Simone!

You're dead! You're dead!

That bitch is dead!

And forgive us our sins

as we forgive those who have sinned against us

and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,

for Thine is the reign, the power, and the glory forever

and ever, amen.

You look at peace, child.

- Sister Margaret. - Mm-hmm.

I have something to confess.

Oh, not to me.

Confession is between you and Him.

Now, are you ready?

I don't know.

I don't know why, but I'm so scared.

Mm.

There are 365 "fear not" verses in the Bible.

One for each day.

- I've got this. - Yes.

Joy, I'd like you to meet Simone Grace.

Your mother.

- Hello, Joy. - Hi.

I will leave you two to your privacy.

I'm happy to meet you.

And I'm excited to get to know everything about you.

Everything?

Everything.