UnREAL

Between you and me, we can make shows

that actually mean something.

And there is John Booth.

The guy that just bought our network?

Everyone here knows

that you're the true creator of "Everlasting."

You're a legend.

You want to come home with me?

My dad died.

Funeral's tomorrow.

I still need a coffin.

Graham: Welcome this season's suitor, Darius Beck!

Madison: Beth Ann's on the move.

If you really want to go home, there is one thing

pretty much every guy does not want

their potential wife to do.

Tiffany: Yeah, what's that -- screw their friends?

Ruby, do you have plans this evening?

Where is Ruby? I want to see my daughter right now.

Please.

-Ruby! -Dad?! -What the hell?

You can be everything my father says that you're not.

It's gonna be too much work

disappointing you every day, Ruby.

You're a selfish, manipulative bitch.

You want to demote me? You demote me to my face.

You're fired.

Hey, kiddo. It's Chet.

You decent?

Still in your dress, huh?

Um...

Um, my zipper got stuck.

Oh.

Okay, thanks.

Jeremy can't get away with this.

He didn't. I fired him.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go to the police.

I just don't feel like we ever report anything around here,

and I'm just not gonna be another silent woman,

so I'm just gonna go to the police.

I don't know know. The police and Jeremy --

you think that's a good idea?

I think it's a really good idea.

You sure you want to do that to Jeremy? Yes.

You sure you want to do that to us?

Jeremy knows where all the bodies are buried.

Some bodies fall off of roofs,

and certain people cover that up.

Did you see what he did to me?

Yeah, I saw what he did. I thought I was gonna kill him.

But it's our word against his, and if he talks...

This has to stay in the family.

It is our annual rite of spring...

with budding tulips, flowering cherry blossoms,

and here on "Everlasting," the efflorescing of nascent love

as one lucky lady gets a chance to take Darius

on a hometown date.

But outside the gates of this mansion, America,

every relationship is put to the real-life test.

Who will be chosen?

And will their romance survive?

For a man with no friends, that was an enormous bouquet.

Well, they're from Chet,

and Chet only knows one way, which is enormous.

Where to next?

Bright side, anything's a step up

over your father's funeral.

I told you it would be a barrel of laughs.

Uh...listen.

I need to come clean about something.

I went to that awards show to meet you.

Well, I'm flattered. To pitch you.

To seduce you into giving me one of your networks to run.

But now -- You don't want a network anymore?

Oh, I want a network.

It's just...

I might want you, too.

Hmm. Hmm.

How do you feel about the Bahamas?

Mm. Let me guess.

You own a hotel.

Actually, it's an eco-resort on its very own archipelago.

Oh, so, you own some islands.

Hmm. Well, you're gonna have to work

a little harder than that to impress me.

Hey, you.

Hi.

Check this out.

Come here.

We look like a real power-producing couple.

Oh.

Wow. It's ridiculous.

Yeah.

Sorry about last night.

I was just in a weird mood.

I thought about you all night, though. Mm.

Like, really good thoughts, too.

Really? What's going on?

I bet. I just, um...

I don't want to hear about them just now.

I -- Ugh. I have, like, this crazy coffee breath.

Hmm. Maybe brush your teeth again.

I will. I will.

Um, you know that today's gonna be totally crazy

with the hometown dates. These girls are just --

Yeah. Well, Jay and Madison can handle it, right?

Mm. What's wrong?

I just feel like I should go deal with Darius

right now, you know what I mean?

If you mean talking him into picking Beth Ann,

good luck with that. Thank you.

Whoo! Yeah, definitely brush your teeth.

Dan: Hometown dates pitch, take one.

Hey, Darius.

I can't wait for you to meet the whole family.

Hope you like Southern cooking.

There's a Frank Lloyd Wright exhibit

at The Guggenheim this weekend.

How ironic is that?

No one is bigger in the ATL than the Big "D."

I never thought that I could fall in love

with a football player.

I just really want to show my fellow police officers

that a cop in Chicago can have a black man in her car

without him being in handcuffs.

You see, it's ironic because Frank Lloyd Wright

designed The Guggenheim.

Okra, fried chicken.

You ready to come home and meet the head coach in my life...

If you want to put a ring on it...

...my dad? ...you got to ask him first.

Can I -- Can I start over?

Why are you making that face, Jay?

It's funny.

...warm, comforting -- just as a wife should be.

So, what do you think, Darius? Have you made your choice?

Tough call, Graham.

I mean, all these ladies have so much to offer.

I think I'm gonna need some time to reflect.

What do you think, Rach? Is that okay for an act break?

Tension over who to choose?

Yes, Graham, it's fine, but don't think, okay?

It makes you look fat.

"D," how you doing? Good. Great.

Chantal looked pretty good.

Mm. Well, then why did you tell Graham

you hadn't decided yet? 'Cause I hadn't.

And Jay said that I should just wait --

dramatic tension or something.

But I'm all about that ATL.

Uh-huh. You mean Alabama?

Alabama? Why would I be going to Alabama?

Uh, because you're gonna pick Beth Ann.

Miss Fried Chicken and Watermelon?

Yeah. I don't think so.

I think so. Can I be honest with you for a second?

I don't know. Can you?

Last episode was really harsh, what you did to Ruby.

Whoa. What I did?

I'm just saying that the fans now see her

as this victim, all right?

So, we got to make you look like a good guy again,

and for that, we need a villain.

There is nobody better to terrorize you than Beth Ann.

What don't you understand, okay?

Look, I'm not going anywhere with Beth Ann.

I'm not trying to get lynched.

Lynched? That's kind of harsh, dude.

There's a big difference in harsh and realistic.

You want to be realistic, I'll be realistic.

Okay, Chantal is a snooze.

You are gonna smile, eat good food,

and go to bed early just like every single person

in our audience.

The rating's are gonna tank, okay?

You're gonna become the lowest-rated suitor

in "Everlasting" history.

They're gonna pull us off the network and sell us to some,

like, niche cable channel sponsored by Ambien.

I'd like to see you get an on-camera gig after that.

Rachel? Hmm?

Read my lips. I'm not going to Alabama.

This is not a question, okay?!

I am your quarterback, and I want you to run my plays!

Look, if you're calling the plays, then you suck at it.

Because so far, you've run me into an epidural,

firing my cousin, and some girl's daddy.

No, I have run your ass into ratings, dude, okay?

This is my job, and I do it every stupid day

of my stupid life.

But if you want to go ahead and blame me

and destroy your life and ruin your career, you know what?

Then go ahead. Go ahead, do it.

Get yourself canceled! Put me out of my misery!

Rachel, Rachel. Calm down, all right? You okay?

I don't know! I honestly don't know! Am I?!

I need you to be.

Can you please just go pack for Alabama?

Yeah.