The Stepdaughter 2

No body was found.

Your husband's missing.

What about Joanna?

She was rushed to a nearby hospital.

Her condition is critical.

You have no idea what she is capable of.

She's contained, ma'am.

Trust me.

Dr. Peter, please call

the nurse's station in south hall.

African-American teenage female.

Name is Joanna Lawrence.

She was shot in the upper left chest.

Bullet still lodged inside.

Her blood pressure is dropping, 80 over 50.

Joanna? Joanna?

You're gonna be okay.

I know it's hard for you right now

but if you can hear me, I need you to respond, Joanna.

We're losing her.

We have to transfer to the OR right away

or she's not gonna make it.

Stay with me, Joanna.

Code blue, code blue. Charging.

One, two, three. Clear.

Paging Dr. Bedford.

Paging Dr. Bedford.

How are we doing, Ms. Lawrence?

Much better.

Thanks for asking, doc.

You were in a coma for a month.

We tried contacting family

but we haven't been able to reach anyone.

Do you have anybody in mind who we should call?

- I'll think about it. - Okay.

We also ran some tests.

And other than that wound healing up,

you're gonna be okay.

Okay. Thank you.

Paging transport.

Paging transport.

Dr. Ray, please pick up line two.

Dr. Ray, please pick up line two.

She's doing great.

- Oh, yes. - Lucky to be alive.

I mean, if that bullet went any lower,

it would've killed her.

Hmm, that's amazing.

- Right? - Yes.

Oh, wait. That's Joanna's room. Go!

Joanna? Joanna!

...to ICU, please. Blue team ICU.

Have security shut down the floor now.

- We have to find her. - Okay. On it.

Joanna?

Let me guess, a dirty martini

with an extra splash of dirty.

Am I right?

Yes, you are.

But that's only because you heard me

order my drink over there.

I saw you watching me.

But look, I don't know who you are

nor am I interested in finding out, so...

if you could do me a favor and just go back to your seat,

- I'd greatly appreciate that. - Uh-hmm.

I was watching you.

But I like a girl that plays hard to get.

See, that's what you're not understanding.

I'm not playing anything.

There's absolutely nothing

that you could possibly have to offer to me.

And I'm waiting for my husband to arrive,

so again, respectfully,

if you could just get the hell out of my face

and go back to your seat, I'd appreciate it.

Let me try it this way.

My name is Matt.

Look, you just don't get it.

I just want your name.

It's Christopher.

- That's my name. - Hmm.

I'm her husband.

It's Matt, right?

Matt.

Well, Matt, I'm pretty sure you heard my lady say

that she's not interested.

So you might wanna leave her alone.

Or you'll have to deal with me.

Trust me, homie.

You don't wanna deal with me.

My mistake.

Blessings, king.

- Yeah, um... - That's crazy.

I am so sorry.

I normally don't do things like this

but that dude is just an asshole.

The look that you had on your face

was just screaming for help, so I had to.

Well, thank you. It was.

Well, Ms. Moore, please enjoy your evening

and if that guy comes back to bother you

or anyone else gives you any problems,

you have my number.

You call me and I'll personally come take care of it for you.

Christopher, was it?

Yes, ma'am.

How do you know who I am?

I'm the manager here.

- I run this place. - Ooh, okay.

It's kind of my job to know who all my high end clients are.

And I must say that it's a pleasure

to finally be in your presence and your beauty, Ms. Daniels.

Well, thank you.

You're not too bad yourself.

This is my favorite place to dine,

so now that I know the manager, I expect to get VIP treatment.

Okay. And I guess it's mandatory.

Cheers.

- I need a drink. - Uh-hmm.

On me.

- Joanna. - I love that.

Joanna.

You don't cook, you don't clean?

You don't do nothing?

What's the matter with you?

Are you listening to me?

Damn, I heard you!

You need to calm down. You nag too much.

What? Nag?

You heard me.

Little girl, this is my house.

And as long as you're under my roof,

you're gonna abide by the rules

like everybody else in this house.

You know, I'm only helping you out

because we can't find your daddy.

If you don't like it, leave.

Goodnight, Brandy.

Goodnight, mommy.

- I love you, baby. - Love you too.

Okay. I'll see you in the morning.

Okay.

- Hey. - Hi, baby.

Oh my God! Aunt Deb?

Oh my gosh! Someone help, please!

- Whoa, whoa. - Please help.

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?

- Please help. - Mom!

Brandy!

What, what?

Oh my God! Mom!

Come here quick, call 911!

Maggie, what happened?

I don't know. I came out of my room

and she was laying at the bottom of the stairs.

That's so good.

I'm so excited to be in this new city

and this beautiful new home.

My new family.

Baby, the house is beautiful.

- Okay? - Thank you.

And we're excited for you, Ms. Big Boss Lady.

- Uh-hmm. - Running an old spandex company.

You're doing your thing, baby.

You gotta understand, you're a big deal.

Babe, it's not spandex.

It's called Stretch.

Stretch is a new nonsurgical way of making women feel

and look snatched underneath their clothes.

There's a difference.

Mom, it's basically a fancy word for spandex.

That's what I said.

Look, enough about me and my accomplishments.

Let's talk about you, Mr. Six Scholarships.

Hmm, you got Harvard, Princeton.

- Uh-hmm. - Yale, Columbia,

just to name a few.

That's my son.

Sounds like you bragging.

Hmm.

- I'm not bragging. - It's okay.

Just celebrating my accomplishments.

Celebrating your accomplishment.

- That's it. - It's a flex.

- It's subtle. - Right.

Look. Come on now.

But is that flexing gonna be good enough

to get you on the basketball team

for one of those schools?

You already know I'm going to college to be a lawyer.

I know, man. I'm just playing with you.

I'm proud of you.

- I'm just joking. - Thank you.

But I'm serious.

Proud of both of you, you and your mom, you know.

Doing everything, chasing her dreams

and all her accomplishments.

You gotta understand, it's been a rough year for me,

you know, with my injury and everything and...