.
- Previously on "Good Girls"...
- I got fired from tutoring.
They said I took their stupid pen.
- She's not me.
- I tried to seduce my therapist.
He straight up rejected me.
- You have a storied history
of pursuing inaccessible men,
which is a defense mechanism to protect you from rejection.
- You're gonna like her. She has birds.
- [baby voice] Good night.
- So we wanted to talk to you
about doing some custom work for us.
Casino night.
- If it got into the wrong hands,
it's kinda, like, counterfeit.
- That did not even occur to me.
- He's alive. I'm dead!
- Word is, you do the best work.
I'd like to see how it's done.
[suspenseful music]
- What do you think? - I think I need you alive.
♪
[upbeat percussive music]
♪
- Customer's here for you.
- Who is it? - Lewis baby shower.
- I'll be right there.
♪
Congratulations, Mr. Lewis.
♪
Everything in order?
- You'll know if it isn't.
♪
- Yo.
♪
- Welcome to the Paper Porcupine.
- Here for the Shapiro bris announcements.
- Of course, Mr. Shapiro.
Back to school night, right?
- Northfield Christian Academy.
- Back in a jiffy.
♪
- Morning, sunshine.
Wow, they don't build them like this anymore.
- Pickup's not today.
- Is this where the ink goes?
[camera shutter snapping] - Oil.
Can I help you with something?
Please-- [mechanical clicking]
Please don't do that.
- Okay, my bad.
What tension do you set the rollers at?
- Why? - Just curious.
- Why?
- 'Cause I'm a curious guy.
- Well, you could look at the manual,
but there isn't one because this is older than the Bible.
- [chuckles]
See you soon.
- Eww.
- They didn't give me a knife.
- I don't want your grubby-ass house key on my BMT.
- Gym locker key. - Gross.
- I barely use it.
- Why didn't you just get two six-inch?
- Because the foot-long comes with chips and a drink.
- All good, thanks.
- You know, I would love to be rolling in six-inchers,
but instead I am working my ass off for nothing.
- Yeah, 'cause I just love
being homey's indentured servant.
- Coming home covered in ink and self-loathing.
- Where is she?
- Voilà.
- Thanks.
- Lock the doors. - What?
- Hit the locks. - But they don't work.
They're broken. - What's going on?
- Take this home and hide it somewhere.
- Why?
- And only take it out when we're printing.
- What is happening right now? - This is insurance.
- For what?
- Anyone can run a printer, right?
But you need these plates to make our money,
so if one of us disappears... - Why would we disappear?
- When he's done with us.
- Jesus.
- Yeah. - Oy.
- You guys get me a sandwich?
- Yeah.
[sighs]
[laughter] [Stan speaking indistinctly]
- Oh, my God, Sara. What--what are you doing?
Two fingers? Really?
- So much cream cheese. - Yeah, it's a lot of cream--
it's a lot--it's a lot--
it's a lot of cream cheese.
- What's all this? - Hey, baby.
Got you poppy seed.
- They have chocolate cream cheese.
- I'm sorry, did you just put that with your lox?
[groans] Eww!
Oh. - How long you guys been awake?
- Uh, baby girl wanted to go to the early-morning service.
- She did, did she?
- Yeah, I didn't wanna wake you.
- Daddy said you worked late.
- Now...
Lil' Money, he still in there sawing logs.
I went in there with his video game music,
put it to the boy's ear-- nothing.
- You could have woke me up.
- Where's that chocolate stuff? - I put it in the fridge.
- Okay, I see what you doing.
Trying to keep your own stash.
[both laugh]
Okay, now, I'm gonna put this stuff under his nose,
and if this sugar shock doesn't wake that boy up,
nothing will. - [chuckles]
- Oh, Harry!
- So you just found God?
- What?
- Game recognize game, peanut.
I'm just saying.
- Nope, that didn't work. Okay.
Oh, time to pull out the big guns.
[water running]
[Raphael Lake & Lily Marly's "Through a Trap Door" playing]
- ♪ I forget what it's about
♪
♪ Living in my head
♪
♪ I hurt my own heart best
♪ But who cares anyway
♪ What should I worry myself for ♪
♪ Myself for
♪ Turn the blame away
[items clattering]
- [moaning]
[both breathing heavily]
- Break's over.
- Go again?
- You can do that? - Yeah.
I'm like a chick.
- Let's just leave it on a high note.
- Hey, uh, can I...
And I'm not complaining, but, uh...
what's happening here?
- I'm getting over someone
by getting in front of someone else.
Cool? - Happy to help.
- Good man.
- Hey, uh, do you mind if we
just do it at your place next time?
- I have a kid.
- Yeah, and I have this, like, back thing,
and tiles just-- - Okay.
So we'll go to your place. - We already did that.
You live in your car. - [sighs]
That's kinda how I got this back thing.
- You're homeless.
- I'm experiencing homelessness.
- Got it.
- You mind if I take a shower here?
- We don't have a shower.
- Sink?
- [sighs]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
- Thank you.
[lock clicking] - [sighs]
♪
- Wake--wake up. - What?
What is it?
- It's a massacre.
- What did you do?
- I killed them all.
- How much did you feed them?
- Too much. Well...
not enough. I--I ju--I don't know.
- They're not ready for this.
[water sloshing]
- I read about this thing. They can get an STD.
- Eww, gross.
- No, it's called sudden tank death.
- It's gotta be the water.
- Yeah, I tested it with those little strip thingies.
One, two, three, up. [groans]
Easy. - [sighs]
We'll just tell them they were sick and we took them
to the fish doctor. - I'll grab towels.
- And pick up some new ones on the way home from work.
- They're gonna know.
- They're goldfish, Dean. They all look the same.
- What's this?
- Nothing. - Doesn't look like nothing.
- It's for work.
- Then why is it hidden in the laundry room?
- Where are those towels? - Is this what you're doing?
- Will you flush these? - Are you making money?
- Could I get that back? - No.
- What do you mean, no?
- He didn't waste much time, did he?
[drawers rattling]
- Dean--
- How do you not see what's happening here again?
- It's different this time.
- You're like the damn fish
with a castle thinking it's new.
- You don't understand, okay? - Oh, look, a castle.
Oh, look, another castle.
- Give it back to me! - No!
- [gasps]
Don't.
- We can't go back.
- He's gonna kill me.
- You don't kill something you love.
[metal clattering]
- [exhales heavily]
.
[machines whirring]
- Hey, Beth?
Customer's here for you.
- Mm-hmm.
[machines banging]
[banging loudens, echoes]
There's been a bit of a snafu.
- You don't say.
- Press needed to be serviced. - Mm-hmm.
- So we couldn't make your invitations.
- It's more than a snafu. - Well, you'll get them.
It'll just be a little bit of a delay.
- See, here's the thing. - I get it.
- We don't do delays. - I know.
- And if that's what I'm looking at here,
then my boss has been pretty clear on how to handle it.
- What if I made it up to you?
Like...
not him but you?
- [exhales sharply]
You mean if I wanted my own invitations?
- No event's too big.
- It'd be a huge order.
- Try me.
- 100,000.
- Easy peasy.
- I'll hold him off as long as I can.
- Thanks again for your understanding.
- Which kind? The super absorbent ones?
- Uh, maybe just get the variety pack.
- It only gives you eight of each.
- Yeah, that should be fine. - How heavy is your flow?
- Like, medium. - I'll get you options.
What about pain relief? How are your cramps?
- Babe, I'm fine.
- Oh, I'll pick up some Midol, just to take off the edge.
- Thank you. That's very sweet.
- Mm, oh, bubble bath when I get back?
- Only if you join me.
both: Mm!
[both giggle]
- Isn't he awesome?
- Like nothing I've ever seen.
- Quite a catch.
- So, um, remember that project you did for us a while back?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, you did such a great job
that we wanted to hire you again.
- Uh, what's the project this time?
- You're not gonna believe it. - It's another casino night.
[chuckles] - Uh, I can't.
[birds chirping]
- We'll pay you more. - That's not it.
- I can cover you at work if it's time that's an issue or--
- I'm not comfortable doing what you're asking me to do.
- It's for a really good cause.
- Gambling addicts, right?
- I'm so sorry I brought you into this.
- Why did you?
- Okay, well, let me lay it out for you, Lucy.
That piece of paper that you found in the dumpster,
shredded, that's gonna be us.
- Yeah, except you won't be able
to tape us back together again.
- Hey, babe, I'm gonna pick you up some pads too,
'cause I know you hate leaving those things in overnight.
- I'll come with you. - Oh, awesome.
- Lucy.
Please.
- Just go.
[birds chirping]
[laughter]
[indistinct dialogue over TV]
- He's so happy.
- Why aren't you in bed? - Shh. It's the finale.
- Why isn't she in bed? - Shh. America's voting.
- She has school, Stan. - It's just one night, baby.
Um, tiny country guy with the glasses?
- No, old lady who raps. - [laughs]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, my God.
You should see this old geezer rhyme.
- Mom! - Woman!
- Bed--now.
- What the hell's got into you?
- Close the door, Stanley.
- You know, she finished all her homework.
- Oh, I know.
Little heifer's on the honor roll.
She loves animals.
She pops out of bed for church.
You know what else our little angel does?
She takes pens-- expensive ones.
Yeah, she did it.
- [sighs]
I know.
- You know what? - She told me.
- When? - A while back.
- And you're just cool with it? - No, I'm not cool.
- You're not not cool. - You know what I am?
I'm relieved.
- The staying up late and the cream cheese?
- At least she was too guilty to live with it.
- What are you trying to say, Stan?
- [chuckles]
Come on, Ruby.
[chuckles] - Wait, you're mad at me now?
- When you lie, you sleep like a queen.
We're just lucky she knows the difference.
- [sighs]
This is so wrong.
- We gave her a chance. - She doesn't deserve this.
- Well, we tried asking nicely,
so now it's either this or the funeral home.
[suspenseful music]
- I want to make it very clear
that we have hit a new low, even for us,
and once you cross over, you don't come back the same.
- Do it already.
We've done worse.
[door clicks open]
[door slams]
♪
- What's it gonna be, baby girl?
♪
- [sighs]
Go.
.
[Juniore's "A Bah D'accord"]
♪
- [singing in French]
♪
[clattering]
♪
- What if she kills him?
- She can't.
- Oh, believe me, she can.
- He's no good to us dead.
- I meant by accident.
How much time do we have left?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean? - I hit lap timer.
- What's a lap timer? - I don't know.
♪
[singing in French]
♪
- [sighs]
♪
[bird chirping]
♪
[bird chirping]
♪
- What if we add up all the laps?
- I'm afraid to stop it.
- Lucy said he only power walks for ten minutes.
- [sighing] Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- It's okay. It'll be fine.
- No, it's not.
Stan's gonna leave me.
♪
- [singing in French]
♪
[bird chirping]
♪
[bird shrieks]
- Come on. Why?
- This. Literally this.
- Birds? - Birds.
Bodies. Robberies.
It's ruining our marriage.
- He loves you. He will get over it.
He always does.
♪
- That's the thing.
He's okay with it.
This is who he thinks I am now.
Oh, God. - It'll be okay.
- No, he's back.
♪
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Come on, girl. Get out of there.
Let's go, Annie. Come on.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Oh, goodness. Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?
- Does she have it?
- Drive.
- Why didn't you take the cage, Annie?
- Just drive.
[engine turning over]
[shushing]
[gears shifting] [bird chirping]
- Uh, there are matching envelopes in the back,
if you need them.
Hi there. Welcome to the Paper Porcupine.
I like your tattoo.
- Oh, thank you. - What does it mean?
- Well, it's, uh, sort of for this club that I'm in.
- Cool. Super cool.
- [laughs]
- I used to sling ink to pay for art school.
- Hmm. - Slung ink. Slang?
- I think it's slang. [laughs]
That's cool. So you're an artist?
- Yeah, I do all the work design stuff here.
Uh, custom orders, stuff like that.
- Oh.
Wait, so you mean, like,
if someone wanted something special printed,
you would draw it?
- But you'd pick the paper, the colors.
- Yeah, but you'd draw it?
- Yeah, and then we'd make an engraver's plate
and print it all on-site.
- Cool. - Yeah.
- Cool, cool, cool.
- Yeah, uh, one-stop shop. - Yeah.
You know, that's good, 'cause I'm, um--
I'd really like to get rid of the person I'm using now.
- Really?
- Yeah, not so reliable.
- Well, won't happen on my watch.
Just let me know if I can help.
- Actually, Lucy, I think you can.
[door clicks open]
[door clicks shut]
- Hey. How was school?
That good, huh?
- You're mental.
- What?
Oh, wait, hey, uh, wait.
Uh, hey, dah-dah-dah!
Don't go in there! - I can't go in the bathroom?
- You can, but--
- Your boyfriend just asked me for toilet paper.
- Who? - Chris, Kevin?
- Ugh, Kevin.
- He's outside in his car.
- Oh, God.
- He said he wants to live closer to you
now that you guys are dating. - We are not dating.
- He's living on our curb.
- He's going through something.
- You said you were done with this.
- He's homeless! - You're an addict!
- Ben, Ben!
- We study people like you in psych class.
- Ben, Ben, Ben!
[bird chirping] - What the hell?
- [sighs]
It's not mine.
[door clicks open]
[bird chirping]
- I don't understand anything that's going on here.
[bird chirping]
- His name's Au Jus.
- Give this to your boyfriend.
[door slams]
- Oh, my God.
- Damn.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I tried to get one with his head
actually in the disposal, but-- - Oh, Jesus.
- I didn't do it.
He freaked out every time I turned him upside down.
- How'd you even take these?
- Ben's selfie stick.
- Are we supposed to show all of these
or just choose the best one?
- The one with the carving knife.
- See, I don't buy that one.
- Well, sorry, Ansel Adams.
- What don't you buy? - I don't know.
Maybe if it was, like, scissors or something.
It's just not believable. - [exhales heavily]
Well, here, just scroll to the end.
I did, like, a whole thing with the microwave and tinfoil.
- Let's just stick with the disposal.
She's gonna cave.
- Okay.
- If you hold the phone, then I can do the talking.
That's all I'm saying. - It's your phone.
- How am I gonna hold the phone and do the talking--
- I already had to kidnap a freaking bird.
I'm not doing it.
[tense music]
♪
- What's up, ladies?
♪
.
[dramatic music]
♪
- How we doing, champ?
- My hand keeps shaking. - Yeah?
It's okay.
Just take your time. There's no rush.
- She doesn't need to be involved.
- Oh, 'cause you can do this?
How about you two?
- No. - I have the software.
- No?
All this time, I thought you
were the one doing the heavy lifting.
- Just let her go.
- And here you are stealing my girl's thunder.
[chuckles]
Ain't bitches supposed to be, like,
lifting each other up these days?
- So much for feminism. - [laughs]
♪
Maybe you don't need to be involved.
♪
[door bell jingles] - Hello! Lucy!
- It's Mrs. Harris.
I told her I'd stay late so she could pick up her order.
- Go tell Mrs. Harris that we're closed, okay?
- Okay. - Okay?
- Yeah.
- Go with her.
[door clicks open]
[door clicks shut]
Oh, and...be smart, yeah?
[door clicks open]
- Oh, my God.
They're almost too beautiful to send.
- Wish Henry a happy retirement for us.
- Now, what do you have in the way of place cards?
- Uh, we're all out, actually. - What are these?
It says place cards. Oh, boy.
What do you think would go best?
- Blue plaid.
- Okay, but the invitations are red.
Should we-- - Uh, red gingham.
Right here.
- Oh! These are perfect!
All right, now, should I just give you the guest list?
- Uh-huh. - Yep.
- Okay, great.
Um, definitely the entire office.
We'll start there.
Uh, Bob,
uh, George,
uh, Troy, Stanley...
Richard, Ellen, Hakim...
- All right, I love you, babe.
Good night, sweetie pie. Good night, bug.
I'll see you in the morning, okay?
- Daddy?
- Yeah?
- When do Reddy, Bluey, and Greeny
get back from the fish hospital?
- Hmm.
W--
It turns out...
that...
The fish doctors discovered they have superpowers.
- Really?
- Yeah, and they were accepted
at a very special fish magic school.
It's half "X-Men," half "Harry Potter,"
but it's top secret, so we can't see them
or visit for a really long time.
- Kenny said you flushed them.
- Huh.
- He saw you do it.
- Well, yeah, that's how you get to the fish school.
The toilet is the portal.
- Can we get a different pet?
- Fish smell.
- Yolanda, Javier, Esme...
Hannah, and Tom.
Should I just wait for these? - Friday.
- Friday. Perfect.
[chuckles] Thank you.
[door clicks open and shut]
- You cannot finish that plate.
- He said he'd let me go. - He won't.
Trust me.
- Can I ask you a question?
Like, as a friend?
How could you take Au Jus?
- I am in a real situation here.
But I promise you,
I would never, ever hurt him.
- Why would I believe anything you say anymore?
[sighs] All done.
Um, feel free to email me any questions,
but it's all on there. - Cool.
- Uh, GraphicFarts89@gmail.
I, um--I spelt it wrong
and then, uh, got stuck with it.
- Come on.
We'll give you a ride.
- We can walk. - We have a car.
- Let's go.
All right, rock star.
We'll drop you off wherever you want.
Least we could do.
- Lucy, don't.
- [exhales heavily]
Here's the thing.
I've been doing this a long time.
The only way someone like you gets hurt is if you talk.
You're not gonna talk, right?
- No. - I got your word?
- Cross my heart.
- Then you'll never see me again.
Unless I got questions about that plate, yeah?
- GraphicFarts89@gmail.
- Ah. [laughs]
My girl.
All right, who's next?
- Wait. Wait!
What kind of packing are you gonna put on the plates?
- What?
- What if the press gets too hot?
- Not your problem anymore, is it?
- How you gonna stop ghost marks on the rollers?
What happens if you get slur with the half tones?
It means your ink's too thin.
So even with a perfect plate,
it's gonna look like your son made it.
How long did it take you to get the security glow?
- Um, a while.
- You think they sell that color at Home Depot?
What if you add too much water to the mulch?
- Starch builds up. - And why don't we like that?
Why don't we like that?
- Because the paper won't feel right.
You wouldn't even be able to pass it off at a bodega.
- Just because she gave you a cookbook
to a five-star restaurant
doesn't mean you can make the dishes.
You need the chef.
You need us. You need all of us.
- Nah.
- No?
- Not all of you.
[gunshots]
[engine turning over]
[engine revving]
[all breathing erratically]
.
[The Langley Schools Music Project's "In My Room"]
♪
- ♪ There's a world where
♪ I can go and
♪ Tell my secrets to
♪ In my room
♪ In this world I lock out
♪ All my worries
♪ And my cares
♪ In my room
♪
♪ Do my scheming
♪ And my dreaming
♪ Lie awake and pray
♪ Do my crying
♪ And my sighing
♪ Laugh at yesterday
- Get up.
- What? - We gotta do this.
- Now? - Get up.
- All right. I'm up.
- I'm not a lost cause. - What are you talking about?
- When you look at me,
I don't know who you see anymore.
- I see my wife. - You can't leave me.
- She's acting crazy in the middle of the night.
- That's how it happens, you know?
It--it's not any big thing.
You just wake up one day and you stop caring
that I don't put the remote back in the same spot
'cause you just got used to looking for it.
- Well, who says I'm used to it?
I couldn't watch anything tonight.
- Marriages don't end, Stanley.
They fade little by little. - Okay, come here.
- You don't even see it happening...
[sniffles] Until it's over.
- Get in here. - [crying]
- [groans]
Mm, tell me where that remote is,
and we're good forever.
- Just don't give up on me.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[door clicks open]
[door clicks shut]
- Mm.
- What are you doing?
- [sighs]
Can I sleep with you?
- Aren't I kinda old for this?
- Please?
- Jordan called an Uber from the mall
and Chris-Kevin picked her up.
- Oh, no.
- She rode home in his living room.
- [sighs]
I'll get rid of him.
- I'm still mad at you.
- Don't be.
Not tonight.
- Can we get rid of the bird too?
It's nesting in the bath mat.
[bird chirping]
- Who's that little guy?
- Meet Dorito Boland.
- [laughs] When did you buy a bird?
[clicking tongue]
- He's a rescue.
- You tell the kids yet?
[cage rattling]
- I thought we could surprise them
together after school today.
[bird chirping]
- I wasn't trying to make things worse.
- I know.
- I just--I really hate you being around that guy again.
- Me too.
- Really?
So what happened? Was he pissed?
- Yeah.
- I told you he won't kill something he loves.
- It's not me, though.
- What is it?
- Money.
- Mm.
How long's this guy gonna be around?
[bird chirping]
- Um...about 50 years.
We'll have to put him in our will.
- [chuckles]
He's cute.
[funky music]
♪
[singers vocalizing]
♪
[door bell jingles]
- Beth?
- Hey. - Have you heard from Lucy?
- She's off today. Why?
- Uh, she didn't come home last night.
- What?
- Yeah, cops say it's too early to do anything.
[scoffs] I--
- Maybe she's with friends.
- Oh, she didn't really have friends.
Except for you.
- Well, keep trying her. I'm sure she's fine.
- [sighs]
[cell phone buzzing]
If you hear from her or anything like--
- Of course.
♪
- [sighs]
♪
[door bell jingles]
♪
- [singing indistinctly]
♪
♪ Again and again
♪ Sank like a ship
♪ That will never be found