The Spencer Sisters (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

1
Oh, crap.
Darby?
Oh my God, oh my God.
Bye, babe!
Hey, Gabby.
Darby Spencer, reporting for duty
with 10 seconds to spare.
My jerk alarm decided to not go off.
What is it with you and technology?
What's the story? Same
guy, different robbery?
Yeah, third one this week.
Only this time, the owner fought back.
By the way, Detective O'Neal is here.
Great. My day just got even worse.
Ugh, my mom.
- You gonna get it?
- Nope.
Guaranteed she'd find a way to insult me
in the first 10 seconds.
At least, that's her current record.
Spencer, you're late!
All right, listen up.
This is the guy that we're looking for,
last seen fleeing the shop.
He's six feet tall, Caucasian.
He's wearing jeans and a grey hoodie.
Last sighting, he was
heading towards the alley.
We got a roadblock set
up on the other side.
Doesn't it seem weird that
he would go down the alley?
It's kind of a dead end.
Don't do it
Detective O'Neal?
I was just thinking, sir,
this guy knows the area, right?
So instead of the alley,
where he's boxed in,
he might've gone up to the parkade.
Spencer
It's a great place to
hide if he's injured,
and from there he could
access the residential building
to get away.
Spencer! You're not a detective, okay?
So quit the theorizing
and just do your job.
Roger that.
Detective O'Neal, come in.
O'Neal.
Okay, where are you?
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!
Hey, stop!
Augh!
Stay down.
Don't move.
You're under arrest.
Nice job. Woo!
- Thanks.
- Yes.
Don't look now; Sarge is here.
Spencer!
Over here!
Ugh, here she comes
Veronica Mars. Hmph!
Spencer, Detective O'Neal tells me
- you disobeyed a direct order.
- Oh
Yeah, but I just thought that I
You just thought that you knew better.
- Like every other time.
- But I caught the guy.
Yeah, well, that doesn't matter!
You see, this is what I'm talking about.
Last month she followed a suspect home
without my authorization.
He was accused of arson
and I caught him setting another fire!
Time before that, she released a woman
being held in custody.
Because she went into labour!
What, you don't like it
when a woman makes decisions?
Okay, did you hear that?
It's insubordination.
All right, Spencer.
That's enough. You know the rules.
I'm issuing you a reprimand.
What?!
No, no, no. Sir, you you can't.
I'm set to take the
detective exam next month.
A reprimand will kill my chances!
Well, you should have
thought of that before
you decided to freestyle
all over my crime scene.
Now get back to work.
Detective exam!
No!
- What did you say?
- No!
If I had listened to you this morning,
we'd still be in the alley
searching through tin cans
and pizza boxes.
You couldn't solve a crime
if you committed it yourself!
And if you'd stop
taking leadership hacks
from the Don Draper
School of Management,
you would recognize that
I'm a better detective
than he'll ever be!
I quit.
What?
I quit!
Ugh.
Chase
Chase?
Hey, honey!
I was just about to shower.
You're home early. What's wrong?
That place is an incompetent boys club.
I quit.
Oh my God. You know what?
That's it, I'm taking you out.
Oh, no, I'm really not
Oh no, no, you just
stay right there, okay?
I'll be right back.
Well, at least let me change my shirt.
You look great! You look great.
Huh?
Isn't the market closing soon?
Why are you taking a shower now?
Slow day.
Why is your belt on the floor?
Um
Hey, oh, Darby, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Darby, what's wrong with you?
You're acting crazy right now.
Please don't hit me. I have veneers.
Oh my God!
Okay, Darby, look, I'm sorry, all right?
It just it just happened.
I didn't mean you hurt
you. But what do you expect?
You're never home,
you're always working.
We haven't spent quality
time together in months.
Are you trying to blame me for this?
You don't even like my TikToks.
Get out!
Um this is my condo.
It doesn't get any better in bed.
That windmill thing that he does,
that's his only move.
Darby!
Hey Gabby, it's Darby.
Yeah, I know, it has been a
long time, but I was thinking,
you know what would be
such a fun way to catch up?
Listen, could I maybe crash
on your couch for a bit?
Atlanta!
Wow, that's far.
Your in-laws? No, that's fine.
That's okay
Hey, Zane!
Darby? Where are you?
I'm in the city, but I was thinking
of driving out there.
Can I stay with you guys?
Yeah, you know we'd love
to have you here, Darbs,
but with the baby and everything
No, I get it. That's fine.
She can sleep on the couch!
But I think you
I think you know who you should call.
Do I have to?
Yeah.
Ugh
The prodigal daughter returns.
But why do you look
like a long-haul trucker?
Brand new record.
I'm glad you're here.
I've been trying to reach you for days.
My phone's vintage.
Why don't you get a new one?
I don't know,
the free phone store was closed.
Don't they pay you
at the police station?
Or does Chad still not have a job?
Trading crypto is a job.
And it's Chase, Mom.
Yes, of course, "Chase."
But how would I know,
since you never visit?
I can't do this. I've
had a really long day.
I have to go to sleep.
All right, fine. You
know where everything is.
The event starts at 11.
I have to be there early.
You can either come with
me or drive yourself.
The event?
My book reading.
That's why you're here, isn't it?
I left you like 98 messages.
Yeah, no, that is why I'm here.
The book reading.
You didn't know about it, did you?
Yes, I knew. I-I knew. It's
I'm tired, Mom.
You know, you don't
take care of yourself.
Let me draw you a bath.
Do not draw me anything.
I'm going to sleep.
All right, wake you at 7?
Not unless you wanna get tazed!
Holy Mother of Mom!
Whoa
Yikes.
Ugh!
So has the publisher
seen the reviews yet?
You leave that to me.
Focus on your big day, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Oh, there you are!
I was beginning to think
that we had a gas leak.
Don't give me any ideas!
It's a little early for
booze, don't you think, Mom?
Even for you.
It's not booze if it's
paired with orange juice.
Uh-huh!
Hmm, honey, you remember
my agent, Sarita.
Sarita, Darby.
- Of course, hi.
- Of course, Darby.
It's been so long!
You two look like sisters.
- Sisters?
- Mm-hm!
Only a little. And in bad lighting.
Your mom's new Bryn Martell
thriller is being released this week!
Have you read it?
Uh
You know what?
Darby is too busy catching
real criminals to read my books.
Oh, come on!
Your mom is one of the top
mystery writers on the planet.
How could I forget?
I gotta go, but I'll
see you at the reading.
You're gonna change
into something less
- military right?
- Yeah!
Why don't you pick me out
something so we can both
look like Swedish airline hostesses?
Ow.
- Bye, Sarita.
- Bye.
Children
Okay, wow, that's a lot to unpack.
So you quit your job
You made the right decision.
Dumped that dead weight Chase.
Hey, harsh.
But not wrong.
And now you're moving
back in with your Mom?
Slow down. I am not moving in with her.
I just crashed there because
you two, for some reason,
you decided to prioritize
this little angel over me.
All right, walk me through this.
What's wrong with Victoria?
I thought you were the nice one.
What am I gonna do?
All my life, I only wanted to be a cop.
I just wanted to do
what my dad did, and
it's not what I thought it would be.
I want to help people.
I don't want to follow orders.
Does any of this make sense?
You're a lone wolf.
Do not tell her that;
it'll go to her head.
Shoot, I gotta run.
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
International best-selling author
with over 25 million copies sold,
five-time winner of the prestigious
Agatha Award for Best Novel
Stop, stop! Maybe this'll be the sixth?
Oh!
Alder Bluffs's own, Victoria Spencer.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Thank you, Sarita.
Thank you all for being here,
and especially my daughter,
Darby Spencer,
who drove all the way from
the city to join us today!
And without further ado,
I am honoured to share
with you a sneak peek
of my latest Bryn Martell thriller,
"The Cardinal's Confession."
And what a perfect venue for it.
"Chapter Three.
Bryn glanced up at the
mottled light cascading down
from the cathedral's rose window "
Darby? Hey, Darby!
Hey!
I didn't know you were coming!
Oh, yeah, well, I tried
my best to avoid it,
but you know mom. How are you doing?
You must be finishing
your master's, right?
- Journalism?
- Yes, yeah.
Next stop, HuffPost!
Well, I mean, I hope. I've
got an interview, so
Nice.
God, it feels like yesterday
I was babysitting you
and we were crank-calling
the country club.
Do you remember?
I mean, you taught
me all my best swears.
Can't forget.
Um
Oh, um Uh, we'll talk after.
Yeah, sure.
Uh, hi, Dr. Cagney.
"And at that moment,
Bryn knew she had but one chance.
As the assailant swung his knife "
Wait, what?
"She ducked behind the chancel screen
and grabbed a heavy
gold candlestick "
No, please!
Kaia?
Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Uh, then
"Then she felt a trickle of blood "
- What's going on?
- I, um
The university just called.
I'm being expelled!
They said I plagiarized my thesis!
What? That's ridiculous!
You're, like, one of the
most honest people I know.
No, that has to be a mistake.
No, that's what I said!
But they wouldn't listen.
They just kept saying
that my paper was flagged
and that there's a
zero tolerance policy.
I don't know. Like, this is my future.
This is everything that I've worked for.
I could look into this for you.
No, I can't ask you to do that.
No, seriously, I can.
I have some time now.
I'll go see the Dean of Admissions.
- Really?
- Mm-hm.
- You'll help me?
- Of course we will.
I know the Dean of Admissions personally
and we will visit her this afternoon.
- I'm sorry, "we"?
- Oh thank you, you two!
Thank you so much! Thank you so much!
You two are the best.
It's okay. It's okay.
What was that about? What?
I offered to help Kaia. Me.
Well, Officer Spencer,
don't you have to go back to your job?
Besides, I am good at this stuff.
Do you know how many crime stories
I have written in my lifetime?
Not the same thing.
Okay, fine, you go visit
your close acquaintance,
the Dean of Admissions,
all by your lonesome.
Fine. We'll go to the Dean together.
But after that, I'm working alone.
Thank you so much for
seeing us, Dr. Cagney.
What a beautiful painting!
It's my newest. An
original Norval Morrisseau.
You've always had such good taste.
Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
So, what can I do for you?
I, uh We
ran into Kaia Zhang today, and
she's a close family friend.
Oh, yes. What a shame.
I had such high hopes for her.
She said her thesis was
flagged for plagiarism.
What does that mean?
The university uses a
state-of-the-art submissions portal.
Students upload their papers,
where they're checked
against known cheat sites.
Could we see proof?
I'm sorry, that's confidential.
Wanda, it would go a long
way to appeasing my concerns.
You know, as a donor.
Ah
- Okay. Keep this between us?
- Of course!
As you can see, Kaia's
thesis was tracked
to a website called Termpaperfox.com.
It appears she purchased an
existing paper and modified it.
I'm so sorry.
Termpaperfox? I've never heard of that.
According to the Dean of Admissions,
your thesis is on their site, here.
Thank you.
I don't understand.
I would never do any
This isn't my thesis!
Or, it is my thesis, but
it's not the final version.
Okay, I was writing about
depression and anxiety
and how it impacts athletics,
specifically the men's basketball team.
But I deleted this part about
pre-existing mental health conditions.
So, someone uploaded an
earlier version of your work?
But why?
So it would be flagged
by the system when you turned it in.
So this was planned?
But how did they steal your paper, Kaia?
Oh my God! When I lost my computer!
Somebody took it at the
library a few weeks ago.
I thought it was just an accident
because it showed up the next day,
exactly where I was sitting.
Do you have any idea who would do this?
Yeah.
Jerome Callaghan.
He's a starting point
guard on the men's team.
I heard he was using
performance-enhancing drugs
and I wanted to cover that in my thesis.
But he completely blew up
when I tried to talk to him.
Well, I think it's time we paid
this Jerome Callaghan a social call.
This is it, the Faculty
of Physical Education.
The gym's inside.
Whoa, where are you going?
We agreed that after the
Dean, I would work solo.
You're staying here.
What?
Let's go, let's go.
Ramos, come on!
Come on, pick it up, Ramos!
Come on!
You too, Callaghan!
Jerome Callaghan?
- Yeah?
- Can I ask you a few questions?
- Who are you?
- A friend of Kaia Zhang.
How come you didn't want to
talk to her about her thesis?
How'd you know about that?
Well, she
Hey, Callaghan! What's the problem here?
This is a private practice, Miss.
No, I know.
I'm just asking him a few questions.
The door is right there. You can use it.
Thank you.
Come on, get back in there!
- Yes, Coach.
- Come on!
Here we go, guys! Move it, move it!
- There you are.
- Hey.
Finally. Look what I found.
What are those?
Performance-enhancing drugs, I presume.
I found them in Jerome's gym bag.
So you just took them?
What, you're committing crimes now?
It's just a few pills.
Besides, you should be grateful.
Looks like you came up empty-handed.
And as Bryn Martell always says,
"Always have a backup plan!"
Bryn Martell.
Sugar pie, honey bunch ♪
You know that I love you ♪
I can't help myself ♪
I love you and nobody else ♪
You come in and out my life ♪
You come and you go ♪
Leaving just your picture behind ♪
Good morning.
Oh.
I'm sorry, did I wake you?
No, I was already up.
You seem uncharacteristically chipper.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Do you want some coffee?
No, I'll get some on the road.
Okay.
I'm glad you're here,
because we have to get those
pills analyzed right away.
Do you think that the
lab at your police station
would do it for us?
Oh no. I think they're
probably really busy.
But I was thinking I
might go by the hospital.
Why would we go
Oh! Lucas!
Relax.
There's nothing between us.
We dated in high school.
Uh-huh, well, it's never too
late to make a good impression.
That's not the saying.
You can't go dressed like that.
You need to borrow a blouse.
Everyone says we look
like sisters, so
Your agent, who you pay
money to, said that one time!
Whatever.
I've got this. You can
I don't know, go back to
your sugarpie-honeybunching.
Fine.
But as God is my witness,
you will wear lipstick!
Never gonna happen!
Ugh!
Whoa, you okay there? Everybody okay?
Darby?
Lucas!
What are you doing here?
You work here right.
I, uh I was just
walking and looking at my phone,
and you know how that goes.
So good as new.
Yeah! It just needs to be sanitized.
Right.
Sorry.
When did you get back into town?
I didn't know you were here.
I drove up for my mom's book reading,
but then I stayed because
it's complicated.
Why does that not surprise me?
Hey, you used to find that charming!
Eh, sometimes.
While I have you, maybe
you could do me a favour?
Could you tell me if these are
performance-enhancing drugs?
Is this for a case?
I guess you could say that.
Yeah, they're performance-enhancing
in a sense.
They're ED meds.
As in ?
Erectile dysfunction.
Oh! Okay.
Was not expecting that.
Sorry to disappoint you.
Luckily you never did.
Inside voice
Lucas?
Hey, uh, Lindsay. You remember
- Darby Spencer!
- Yeah!
I thought you were in the city.
I was. I mean, I am.
I am.
Well, come on. We better go.
I've only got an hour and
we have to visit the florist
- and the photographer.
- Okay.
Wait, are you two ?
Getting married in the fall!
Can you believe it?
Someone finally landed the most
eligible bachelor in Alder Bluffs.
Finally!
Wow! Congratulations!
Oh my gosh.
No, now I see it now,
now that you've said it,
because you both have very
similar levels of attractiveness
and great face
bones.
So, uh, that's awesome
for you, and I'm gonna go.
But congratulations
again, and good to see you.
See you, Darby.
- Bye!
- Bye!
ED meds?
Really?
Mm-hm.
Okay, I guess that's why he didn't want
to answer any of the questions
about the drugs he was using.
Yeah.
So we're back to square one.
Oh, no, we're just getting started!
Who's Michael Fletcher?
He's listed on the team's roster,
but you didn't interview him.
Yeah, that guy.
It's just some player they
recruited out of Vancouver.
Recruited?
Yeah, sometimes the
university will waive
bad grades in order to
bring in a star player.
Your talent alone buys
you a spot on the team.
You know what? I never found him.
He was never at practice
or any of the games, so
Well, why not?
Coach Hammond said he tore his
Achilles and went back home.
Look, I already tried to follow it up,
but the coach wouldn't
give me his contact info.
- Weird.
- Yeah.
I think I know where we
might be able to get it.
Michael Fletcher? Never heard of him.
Your teammate?
From Vancouver? With the torn Achilles?
What are you talking about?
There's never been anyone on
the team named Michael Fletcher.
And who are you guys, anyway?
You know, you're suspiciously
short to be a basketball player.
I think you're lying. And she is a cop.
She doesn't look like a cop,
and I don't know a Michael Fletcher.
Show him your badge.
It's fine, Mom.
We need to find out
about Michael Fletcher!
No, we will. We're good.
- Thank you for your time, Jerome.
- Thanks.
Okay, what was that all about?
Let's just leave it alone.
Why wouldn't you show him your badge?
Did you forget it?
No, I didn't forget it!
Okay.
Darby Amelia, you have been in
a bad mood since you got home.
Have I ever been in a good mood at home?
Okay, fine.
What, did you have a fight with Chad?
Chase!
Chase "windmilled" a woman with veneers.
Windmilled?
What?
He cheated on me, Mom!
What he's a loser!
That doesn't matter. It
must be something else.
Did something happen at work?
I quit!
I have nothing now.
Are you happy?
You never wanted me to be
a cop in the first place.
Are you surprised?
Your father died in the line of duty.
I worry about you.
I worry about you every single day.
Give me a break!
You left me.
Stop pretending that you care.
Of course I care.
You're my daughter.
I am your mother.
No, you're not!
Mom, you are Victoria Spencer,
the five-time Agatha Award winner for
whatever.
I never should have come back here.
Darby
Face it, Mom,
we don't belong together.
We never have
We never will.
Not even you can rewrite that.
I have it.
Thank you.
Did you get any sleep?
Hmm, not really.
This is the world's tiniest blanket.
But it's the least of my concerns.
You want to talk about it?
What's to talk about?
She's a judgemental narcissist
who's never supported me
a single day in her life.
So uh, you're not
gonna like hearing this,
but we think you're
too hard on Victoria.
I'm hard?
Have you met her?
Darby, she talks about you all the time.
She wishes she could see you more.
She's lonely!
She's manipulative.
And she's only nice to you
guys so she can undermine me.
Why are you taking her side?
- Darby
- We're not
No, I'm serious.
You guys don't know what it
was like for me growing up.
After my dad died, my mom
buried herself in her writing,
and next thing I knew she was
off flying all over the world
promoting her books.
She completely abandoned me.
And then she'd swan in, no apology,
and try to buy her way back into
my life with some stupid gift
she bought in, like,
I don't know, Belgium.
What's the matter?
She'd buy her way in
Yeah, you were in the
middle of making that point.
I gotta go!
- Uh, dinosaur?
- Dinosaur!
Mom?
Mom?
Hmm
Ooh
"Though once a maven
in the world of mystery,
Victoria Spencer may have
finally reached her sell-by date."
Mom?
No, wait!
Mom! Mom, wait.
You had no business
snooping around in there!
I'm sorry! I wasn't snooping.
I was looking for you.
Well, you must be thrilled.
It's what you always wanted!
Your overbearing mother
being put back in her place.
That's not what I wanted.
Okay, I sometimes wanted it,
but I didn't picture it like this.
Well, now you know my career is over.
Those reviews are right:
my last novel was a dud.
I'm sure it's not that bad.
How would you know?
You've never even read
a single one of my books.
Do you have any idea what it feels like
when everybody thinks that
you're completely washed up?
This is all I know how to do,
and I haven't written a word in months!
I'm sorry, Mom.
What is it that you
wanted me for, anyway?
I had a thought about the case.
Michael Fletcher is a fake?
Yeah, how did you know?
I thought it was weird
that Jerome didn't know who he was,
so I called Kaia, she gave me
the name of his high school
turns out there never was
a student with that name.
That's so smart.
There was, however,
a student named Michael Everwood,
middle name Fletcher, who
was accepted into Alderview
last fall, but he wasn't
a basketball player,
or even a good student.
That's it.
He's the one.
The one what?
It's an admissions scam, Mom.
Oh
Think about it. Michael Everwood,
who they've renamed Michael Fletcher,
gets recruited by a championship team,
even though he doesn't play basketball?
That doesn't make any sense. Unless
The coach was taking bribes!
Exactly.
He's selling access to the university
through the recruitment system.
And he got spooked when
Kaia asked him about Michael
because it threatened
to expose his scheme.
Well, how do we prove it?
We need to get a copy of Michael
Fletcher's fake student file.
Maybe there's something in
there that links him back
to the real Michael Everwood.
Okay, you do that, and
I'll go talk to the coach.
What? No! No way. Uh-uh.
Yeah, all I have to do is convince him
that I am the mother of a student
who needs the same
arrangement as Michael.
- Okay?
- No, Mom, that's crazy!
Honey, I can handle it, all right?
Don't worry.
Okay, but
take Kaia with you and
have her wait in the car.
I want a witness there
in case the coach decides
to make this a sudden death round.
Good idea.
Hmm, I guess this is
what a coach's salary
and years of bribes gets you.
Okay, I've got my handy digital
recording device in my purse.
All right
Victoria, are you sure about this?
Relax. I am going to be fine.
Just sit tight.
And for God's sake, stay out of sight!
Dr. Cagney?
Are you in there?
Okay, great
Now I'm committing crimes.
Awesome influence, Mom.
Dr. Cagney?
Password.
Um
"Alderview."
Norval painting auction
"Norval"?
N-O-R-V-A-L.
Yes!
Nice house.
Thank you.
Thank you so much for seeing
me on such short notice.
Not at all.
You said on the phone this
was something about your son?
Yes. My son, Chase.
He's not the brightest bulb, I'm afraid.
As his mother, I would
never use the word "loser,"
but it has been floated
I get it, I get it.
Uh, I don't understand what
it is you want me to do.
Oh, well, Paul Everwood
is a friend of mine.
I do believe you know his son, Michael?
Yeah, sure. Uh, good kid.
Mm-hm.
Paul told me that you
were able to help him
get his son enrolled in Alderview.
Well
That was just a favour for a friend.
He wasn't supposed to tell you that.
Athletic scholarships
Basketball
Fletcher.
Michael Fletcher
Michael Fletcher Everwood!
Dr. Cagney?
Oh, no!
No, no, no, don't blame Paul.
I practically forced it out of him.
But I would be interested
in exploring a similar
arrangement for my son.
I would happily
compensate you for any
unusual expenses that might arise.
Oh, damn it!
You've reached Victoria Spencer.
Come on.
- Hey.
- Kaia, listen to me.
Dr. Cagney is in on it!
What?
Yeah, my phone's dying,
but I need you to get
through to my mom, okay?
Keep trying her. She
has to get out of there.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
What is it? What's wrong?
Darby She's here.
Dr. Cagney?
She's in the driveway.
Well, you can't let her go in there.
She knows my mom!
How am I supposed to stop her?
I don't know!
Okay, Kaia, I need you to do one thing.
Well, you see, my
dying husband, Octavius,
beckoned me to his
bedside and he whispered
just one word to me
"Alderview!"
Then I realized I was
going to have to use
his substantial fortune
to ensure his dying wish for his son.
Okay!
Okay?
"Okay" as in you'll get
my son into Alderview
in exchange for money?
Uh, I do have to text my partner first.
Excuse me.
Fine!
Dr. Cagney?
Dr. Cagney!
Hey, wait!
I need to talk to
you about my expulsion.
How did you even know I would be here?
This is inappropriate.
Listen, I have to graduate.
This is everything I've
been working toward.
There's nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.
Oh, wow!
Uh, yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?
It's a gift from my partner.
Some Narval something?
Oh
Hey, babe, I brought dinner!
There you are, right on cue!
Oh, Victoria!
You know each other?
Well, of course. This
is Victoria Spencer.
The author.
What are you doing here?
She wants help with her
son to get into Alderview.
Oh, her son?
Victoria doesn't have a son.
You know, this is just
a misunderstanding.
- I'm gonna go.
- Wait.
Did you bring Kaia here?
Uh
How much have you told her?
I I don't know. We were just talking.
Ugh!
Is that necessary?
Oh, you idiot! She was recording you!
What are we gonna do?
Well, I just erased it,
and that was her only proof.
Besides, everyone knows Victoria
has a very active imagination.
I think this news won't
be leaving this house,
now, will it, Victoria?
No. I promise I won't say a thing.
- But I will.
- Honey, no, stop
No, no, don't worry, Mom. I've got this.
Look what I found in Michael
Fletcher's student file.
It's a medical assessment
of Michael Everwood,
the real Michael, stating that he has
a congenital heart condition
and can't participate
in strenuous activities.
Which is a little odd for a star
basketball player, don't you think?
Hmph! So what?
All that file proves
is that I was deceived
by a bogus application.
Hey, you don't throw
me under the bus on this.
Hey the truth is you have nothing.
You have no financial
records, no documentation,
no evidence whatsoever to
prove that we accepted bribes.
Michael's never going to say a
word and the only other people
who know anything about it are
standing right here in this room, so
You sure?
You get all that, Zane?
Loud and clear.
How ?
There's nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.
As a wise detective once told me,
"Always have a backup plan."
Kaia!
- It worked.
- Aww!
Oh, that's amazing.
Congrats again, Kaia.
Okay, bye.
What was that all about?
Kaia got the job at HuffPost.
They want her to write
an in-depth article
about the entire bribery scandal.
I hope they mention
us: The Spencer Sisters.
That's not a thing.
Honey, you don't have to rush off.
I have a very special bottle
of champagne I bought in Paris.
We could share it.
Thanks, Mom, but
I do have stuff I have to take care of.
I understand.
It was good to see you.
I had
fun.
Good.
Maybe you'll come back again, soon.
I will.
Promise.
Okay
Bye, Mom.
Bye.
Bye!
Drive safe!
Did you forget something or ?
No, I was just thinking, like,
maybe a drink would be nice.
Oh!
Except a beer?
I might have one that
the gardener left behind.
Uh, but you mind pulling your
car into the garage first?
It's a bit of an eyesore.
Sure.
Brand new record.
Just over there, hon.