_
- Can I help you? - Yes.
I have an appointment with Dr. Nolan.
I put this thing together. Brought it to Evans.
What did you tell Vicky?
He's really gonna go through with it.
Alarm is reset. See you in 30 seconds.
I'm supposed to be there 24-seven,
hoping nobody's gonna notice me?
You can't be parked here.
I watched you and the two guys do your thing.
I could have done all 3 of you and taken off with the truck.
You're not gonna kill me because I'm no use to you dead.
He told me you were a cop.
I am a cop.
I think you're in real danger.
Chucky, that you?
The man said, "Grab Bobby. Bring him over."
Did you pick him up or he picked you up?
Jack. Jack.
Motherfucking asshole.
You won't believe it until it happens.
Until what happens?
Are you left-handed or right-handed?
You wanna make this disappear, we need to work fast.
What did we say about self-control?
_
The fuck are you doing?
I was on my way to the hardware store,
when I passed your local sex shop.
Men all in leather inside,
even in this weather.
Real rough trade.
Oh.
Third time he's called.
Make it stop.
And make it stick.
Carl.
Yeah, sorry, bro. I...
got tied up with something.
Lost track of time. Yeah, you know it.
Look, I need you to cover for me, will you?
Thanks for that. I owe you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll call you tomorrow.
What are you gonna do?
Don't know. Haven't decided yet.
You don't have to do whatever it is you're doing.
Says who?
You had your fun, didn't you?
What fun?
You shot Felix, kidnapped me,
made me cry, made me feel ashamed.
- I didn't know you then. - Do you remember what you said?
You said
you would fuck me in the ass, every hour,
on the hour, and then chop me up
and mail my body parts to Dwight.
I only said that to scare him. I would never...
You were so condescending.
"You'll have an exciting survival story
to tell at cocktail parties."
Like I was nothing.
A little pet for you to toy with.
And then...
You judged me.
"What are you doing?
Messing around behind your husband's back?"
Like I deserved punishment.
Like I brought this upon myself.
I didn't know you.
And now you do?
Why?
Because you watched me through my window at night?
Thinking what?
What did you wanna do to me?
Nothing.
I was worried about you, that's all.
Why would you be worried about me?
I told you. I felt responsible.
Oh.
You wanted to save me?
- Well, sure. - Yeah?
Be my knight in shining armor?
What's wrong with that?
I'm asking the questions.
This is my show now.
I'm the one who does things. You're the toy.
You're fucking nuts.
Hmm.
Don't you wish.
What did you think was gonna happen?
I fall in love with you, is that what you thought?
Yeah.
I'd be so thankful,
curled up in your arms.
Let you protect me.
Yeah...
You pathetic inbreed.
Lick it up.
Haven't you been fantasizing about me?
Well, here I am.
♪ Let's put woman and man together ♪
♪ To find out which one is smarter ♪
♪ Some say men, but I say no ♪
♪ The women play the men like a puppet show ♪
♪ Not me ♪
♪ It is the people who say that the men ♪
♪ Are leading the women astray, but I say ♪
♪ That the women of today ♪
♪ Smarter than men in every way ♪
Rosalie...
Rosalie!
What?
I have to use the bathroom.
- You're joking. - No!
- You need help? - What?
Whoa, whoa. Whoa.
- Oh, you need to sit? - No. No, I don't.
Well, okay then.
Horror movie's on TV.
It's with, um,
what's her name? That light-skinned black actress,
real pretty.
She was in one of those superhero movies.
She plays a, um,
a shrink in this one. An academic.
Whose genius idea was that?
She wakes up in her own asylum.
Or maybe it's a jail. She's one of the crazies now.
You seen that one?
Oh, you're not talking to me.
Dwight got kicked out of the force.
Couldn't cut it.
Spent 6 months unemployed,
hanging around the apartment, all jacked up on meth.
Second date I went out with him, he said...
"You are the prettiest looking girl I've ever seen."
I think he meant the dumbest.
My dad was an addict, too.
He'd show up after disappearing for a week,
bring my mother some sorry looking flowers,
walking around the house like a tourist,
saying, "I've been missing all this?
How could I ever wanna miss all this?"
Strawberry shortcake, little doggy.
I made it for you, my guardian dog.
Eat it up.
Come on!
Just stick your snout in there and chow it down.
Here.
I know you don't wanna hear this,
but you look very funny right now.
Maybe we should show this to your boss.
What would he say?
Mmm...
I gotta say...
I'm really enjoying the silent treatment.
Hey! It's Bennie, your neighbor in 4B!
- I'm trapped in here! - Shut up!
- Come help me! - Shut up!
I've been chained all day! I need help! Please come help!
I need help!
I am not kidding, I will blow your goddamn brains out
if you don't shut up.
You are a bad dog.
Bad.
Very, very bad.
You need to be taught some manners.
This is so you don't forget who's in charge.
Stay still. I'm not gonna hurt you.
You'll get a little circulation going here,
but you still got the restraints.
Yeah.
It's pretty tough.
Take a while to get outta those.
Not saying it's impossible,
but they're sturdy.
Sorry. Can't do anything about the pants,
but you got a lot of nice ones in the closet.
You're thinking, God Almighty,
what did I get myself into?
This woman's batshit crazy.
No such luck.
I've been crazy a few times in my life.
This is sane.
I was crazy from depression for about...
two and a half years, if I'm honest.
I lost three babies.
Endometriosis.
You know what that is?
No, don't figure you would.
Pretty common in women.
It's a disease where the tissue that lines the uterus
grows outside of it.
Hurts like...
Well, I was gonna say like giving birth,
but neither one of us knows what that feels like, huh?
Looking back, it's a godsend, of course.
Having Dwight's children woulda been too horrible a burden,
but didn't make me feel any better.
Miscarrying those little babies.
You know, miscarriage is so common,
they figure one in every five women
who has a pregnancy ends up in miscarriage.
Nobody ever talks about it.
It's a cause of great shame.
They even have a day to celebrate pregnancy loss.
October 15th.
Isn't that some sick holiday?
Not sure if that's to celebrate the memory
of all the lost children who were never born,
or to celebrate the women who went through it.
You'd think it's the first, but...
I hope it's the second.
I was pretty down on myself and...
Dwight sure didn't make me feel any better.
All he did was make me wanna
smoke weed and watch TV.
I couldn't really find anything
to bring me back to life.
Until I met Felix,
when he moved into our building.
This guy was so...
nice.
So polite.
So optimistic without any of that
"drink the Kool-Aid" stuff.
Just real kind.
Grade-A human being.
I liked being around him a whole lot.
He made me wanna put lipstick on again,
fix my hair,
try to remember jokes so I had something to share with him.
And then one day, I just...
asked him to make love to me.
Just once.
See what it would be like to be with someone good.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you want?
Yeah. Is this what you want?
There you are.
Ah!
You're a sick puppy, you know that?
Do that again.
Get away from me.
Come on.
You need help, you know that?
You can hit me if you want.
Yes. Yes.
You've done it before. Haven't you, Bennie?
In your job.
You've had to hit women before, haven't you?
You can do it with me.
I'm not gonna hit you. You stop asking me.
I may fucking kill you, but I'm not gonna hit you.
Have you killed women before?
Snapped their necks like a twig?
Shut up.
Boss, I'm so sorry. I can explain.
Yes, sir.
I'm on my way.
Whatcha doing?
When I can't sleep, I cook.
What is it?
Paella Valenciana.
Ooh, the rice with shrimp and chorizo?
No. Paella Valenciana.
I know a grand total of three things in Spanish.
Vamos, muchacho.
Tetas calientes, and más duro.
Four. Eres enorme.
- ¿Eres enorme? - Mm-hmm.
This guy always needed me to say that before he came.
Vamos, muchacho.
Más duro, más duro. Oh.
Oh!
Eres enorme.
Bam. Quickest 50 bucks I ever made.
You only charge 50 bucks a fuck?
No, I never fucked him.
This happened while I pulled off his pants,
and then he let me feed his ducks.
What is that?
Ducks. In his backyard.
Can I ask you something?
Do you ever worry about her?
Alice?
No, Jett.
We have a deal. We don't worry about each other.
But, do you?
Daisy's not like other people.
You call her Daisy?
Not to her face.
So, you don't worry she'll get hurt?
- You ask a lot of questions. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I'm naturally curious.
Tell me about your brother.
Half-brother. Dumb half.
What if he tracks you down?
Oh, he has no idea where I'm staying.
Mm. This is delicious.
You're not having any?
You're only supposed to eat it for lunch.
And never, ever put chorizo in it.
Yeah?
What?
- I'm so sorry, pal. - Where was she found?
Crenshaw Park in a dumpster.
Before you go in there, there's something you oughta know.
How.
How? Shot, stabbed, what?
- Jack, they cut her head off. - Her right hand, too.
We IDed her off prints.
So, when'd you see her last?
Night before.
Where?
Stopped by her place.
- Spent the night there? - No.
You spent the night at home with Helen?
I had a fight with Helen. Ended up sleeping in the car.
Was the fight about Josie?
I ask you what you and your wife fight about?
I'm divorced.
So, when'd you stop by?
Wait.
Wait, what are you doing?
Are you shitting me right now?
You know a Philip Epstein?
- Stockbroker? - No.
He was found at her place.
Took two slugs to the forehead.
Sure you don't know him?
I don't know him.
She mention that she was dating anyone new?
She wasn't fucking dating anyone.
I'm on your side, Jack.
I'm just letting you know that questions will be asked.
Christ, you're an asshole.
Why'd she beg me to transfer away from you, Jack?
Grass is cold.
Is this about a case you're working on or about us?
Can I ask you one?
I've been curious about something for the past...
I guess it's been three months.
Why do you put up with me?
Because I saw right off the bat that you were a keeper.
It's not the last three months you should be worried about.
It's the last three years.
Here it comes.
No, here comes nothing.
Best way to get an answer is to not ask the question.
Said like a true interrogator.
I'm not gonna fight with you tonight.
Why not?
'Cause you got that look in your eyes tonight.
Like you're mad at God.
You don't get mad at him?
No.
Well, I have a few things to learn.
You wanna talk about it?
Somebody killed Josie.
What?
Who?
Only one guy I can think of crazy enough
to do it the way they did, but it doesn't add up.
What did they do to her?
Trust me, you don't wanna hear this.
Tell me.
They cut off her hand...
and her head.
Left her body in a fucking dumpster.
Jack...
What's Carter doing to protect you?
Carter's a buffoon.
But what if they come after you?
Nobody's coming after me.
You don't know that. How do you know that?
Getting hysterical is not gonna help one bit.
What if Josie told them about you?
She wouldn't do that.
- How do you know? - She just wouldn't.
Somebody chopped off her hand, and she wouldn't?
Not a chance.
You know her that well?
You asked me, so I'm telling you.
You don't need to take this on. This is my job.
If it was the other way around
and somebody had chopped off your hand,
you don't think that maybe you would give her up?
How is that relevant?
- Where you going? - To put coffee on.
I wanna know for my own benefit
who are the good guys and who are the bad guys.
She did what?
Honestly, I wasn't even sure I was gonna tell you
until I just told you.
Bennie, you start letting women urinate on your head,
there's no telling what they'll do.
I was tied up pretty good.
You say that, uh, afterwards, she bathed you?
With a sponge... like a, like a nurse...
in a dream sequence of a porno.
Very thorough.
Shit.
Yeah.
Hello? Yes.
You're positive?
Thank you, Curtis.
That was my friend on the Jacinto Salas task force.
Spent the week at Pier 70.
No heroin shipment ever came in.
You think that punk that came after you was lying?
Okay, what I think is that someone tipped Jacinto off.
Who knew about it?
You, me, Carl.
It's not Carl.
Junior. He didn't have any details.
Hmm.
And Jett.
Vicky!
Ah, shit.
Everything okay here?
Yeah. It's all good, bro.
Henry?
Oh, hey, man... Seth!
- This your place? - It's my girlfriend's.
She alright?
She just had too much to drink.
Mind if I come in?
Oh, man, this place is a mess right now
- with the cats... - What's your girlfriend's name?
- Huh? - Doesn't she have a name?
Vicky.
Mind if I talk to Vicky? Vicky!
Wanna talk to her? Why?
What is it you think she's gonna tell you?
You in some kind of trouble here, Henry?
Me? No, man.
Come on in. It's okay.
Why did you have to go and do that?
Oh, God. All over the rug.
Now look at you, fool.
Can you hear me?
You wouldn't just be pretending to be unconscious, would you?
As long as you know I'm serious.
Get outta town. They're real?
I'll finish with you.
What are you doing?
_
Ow...
Hey...
Henry?
Honey?
Stay still.
Tell me the whole story.
You, Henry, Nolan, the car.
I don't know anything.
Just a second, rodeo girl.
Don't stop, baby. Give it to me.
- Whoa... Just a second. - I want it to happen.
Explode inside of me.
- Oh, oh! - Oh, boy,
you are something else.
Yes?
Did I wake you?
No, no. What's up?
I need a lift.
- Everything okay? - Well, it is now.
I ran into some obstacles.
We're not done yet.
- Where are you? - Walking north, on Flying Point.
Coming to a street called Hays Lane.
I'll be there in five.
Can you at least drop me off back at work?
Now? For what?
I can maybe still turn the night around.
It's the least you could do.
Come on.
We gotta go back to the Meadows' house.
Why?
Car's still next door.
- You alright? - I'll live.
Mmm.
_
She's asleep, so no worries.
You're gonna ask me a lot of questions now, aren't you?
I'm not your wife and I'm not your priest.
She's just a local dancer
I met the other night.
Classically trained.
Come on, Jett. You never think of sex during a job?
Not during. Never.
After, always. Like clockwork.
Exactly. Tension, release.
That's all this was.
You said to meet back here.
I was done for the night, stopped by her work,
and, coincidentally, she was on break.
Except you know this job isn't done.
We're on the clock till tomorrow night.
Listen to you. On the clock?
I swear, you make this so much like a regular job,
I wonder how come you don't just go get one.
The sooner you get rid of her, the sooner we're outta here.
Thought we were leaving tomorrow morning.
Yeah, I wanna get going tonight.
What happened out there?
Some asshole was spying on us.
Vicky's main squeeze.
He tried to get me to cut him in on the deal.
He was surprised by the private security guard and shot him,
so I shot him.
Vicky showed up, told me the whole story.
The house belongs to a patient of the doctor's.
The car belongs to Charlie.
As in Baudelaire?
Doctor has a serious gambling problem.
His debt was picked up by the Russian syndicate.
They sent someone and put him up to this,
offered to erase his debt.
You think that guy's your guy?
Ties it in a nice bow, that's for sure.
Did you kill her?
Okay!
Okay! Okay!
Chapter and verse.
The guy who approached Nolan,
is his name Evans?
I never met him.
Tell me what you want.
I can help.
You have nothing to trade, Vicky.
I get the feeling this is maybe the only time in your life
you've been in this position, huh?
I'm really sorry.
Please don't kill me. Please.
Please...
You were gonna take off with the money, weren't you?
Smart girl like you, deserving so much better.
Stuck in a small town surrounded by losers.
I'm scared.
Can you leave your life right now and never come back?
Fuck yes.
You're not worried about her?
You got chops working now
I don't think I can compete with.
Remember our first job together?
How about we don't do this right now?
Let's get drunk and shoot the shit
about old times some other night.
Thing is...
I'm considering bringing her with me.
I know what I sound like.
I ever tell you about my experience in Mexico?
About two, two and a half years ago,
I took a shamanic dose
of salvia divinorum,
a psychoactive plant found in the cloud forest
of Mexico's Sierra Mazateca.
- You ever hear of the stuff? - No.
Mazatec shamans
believe the plant is an incarnation of the Virgin Mary.
Ska Maria they call it.
You can only imagine how strong
the visions this shit produces are.
I couldn't drive for three months.
But the clearest thing I saw,
like a beacon carrying me
gently home to safety,
was this little blue angel.
Like Tinkerbell with blue hair,
and just the most proportioned
miniature body you ever saw.
Sweet Lord,
through the valley and down to the dark parts,
if that bare ass naked girl in there with the wig
isn't the exact personification
of that little blue-haired angel...
I plain don't know what is.
You realize I dropped her back at the strip bar?
And she returned of her own free will.
Is that not a sign?
To be clear...
There is a dead private security guard
in an apartment with a dead guy,
who is the boyfriend of the girlfriend of the idiot
who told us about this job.
We have to leave now.
♪ It's trick time, it's hard to handle ♪
♪ Throw a stone if you're free of a scandal ♪
♪ Get in line ♪
♪ Just one more crime ♪
♪ Diamonds and pearls, they dangle ♪
♪ I know the girl is strangled ♪
♪ Hold on me ♪
- What else? - Cucumbers.
- Also organic? - Preferably.
Here you go, young lady.
Thanks...
There's this creepy guy in the produce section.
Oh, yeah? What'd he do?
Called me young lady and smiled like this.
Okay. Stay with me.
There he is.
Wow.
Look at you, all cleaned up.
You shop here, too?
What do you want?
I think we met in the produce section earlier, didn't we?
Very serious young child.
Oh, brambleberry crisp?
Oh, they never had this when we were kids, did they?
Do I need to call security?
And tell them what? You ran into your brother,
who's complimenting your choice of ice cream?
What is it you want?
You don't answer my emails, uh, you changed your number...
I have nothing to talk to you about.
Now see, you say something like that, it hurts me.
I-I-I really need to discuss something with you.
- Okay? I'll make it fast. - I'll make it fast.
You ever come near me again, I'll have someone hurt you.
Now, fuck off. Forever.
I bet your mom taught you never to talk to strangers, huh?
I bet she did.
No, but Maria said to always trust your gut
when someone is a creep.
And who's Maria?
I'm Maria.
You must be the brother.
Oh, you've been telling people about me, sis?
Has anyone ever smashed
an organic watermelon on your head, Neal?
Paper or plastic?
You think you're in charge of your own destiny,
but you're not.
So, here's your chance to walk away.
You seriously think I'm afraid of a watermelon?
- Miss? - Paper is fine.
Leave my family alone.
What's wrong with your brother?
He... he's sick.
What's wrong with him?
It's nothing.
He fell on his head too many times when he was little,
so he's a little crazy.
Nothing to worry about.
I've been calling all day.
Nolan's gone missing.
What do you want us to do?
Sit tight. I'll handle it.
What's that supposed to mean, sit tight?
- We're out in the open. - I'll be there in moments.
- You're here, in Claymore? - Yes. I'll explain.
See you shortly.
Stay alert. If our guy's not here in five, let's move out.
Evans?
- This better be you. - It is.
Two SUVs, three guys with me. Be cool.
Wanna tell me what this is about?
Nolan called me in a panic.
Some nurse who means the world to him up and disappeared.
He's bereft, can't function.
Go ahead and say it.
You knew this guy was an amateur.
Never saw any point in arguing about past events.
So, what do you wanna do here?
What was planned. My guys will help your guys
unload the vehicle into the container.
Where's it going?
A collector in Dubai is paying
three times the auction price.
Look, I know it seems like
you're being paid off a little for the job.
That's entirely up to my employer.
I never said a word.
They're with us.
Copy that.
Okay, you're on.
Mr. Bestic is very pleased with the way you handled things,
especially how you deal with obstacles as they arise.
There's another duffel in my car with the same amount for you
if you agree to handle Nolan and his nurse.
If your boss needs somebody taken out,
there's a whole bunch of people in that line of business.
Oh, I think he sees you in a different light now,
what with Frank Sweeney and Blair out of the way
after the Savoy job, and now the nurse's boyfriend,
and the rent-a-cop from Portsmouth.
You have quite a network of information.
Well, that's one thing we do well.
It's important to know what you're good at.
Tell your boss I'm a thief.
That's what I'm good at that.
- Yeah? - Hi.
Is this a bad time?
Well, I'm kind of, uh...
Yeah, I'm at work.
There something you wanted to say?
Not so much say.
I was just thinking about you.
Okay. Thanks for letting me know.
You could say, "Hey, I was thinking about you, too."
But I wasn't.
I don't believe you.
That's your prerogative.
Am I that easy to forget?
I didn't say that.
Are you still mad at me?
Why don't you come over here so we can talk about it?
Why would I do that?
Lot's of reasons.
Yeah, I don't think that's such a good idea.
Why not?
Might be, I don't know, feeling territorial?
You're funny.
Why don't you ask me what I'm doing right now?
What are you doing fight now?
I'm lying on my couch,
with my panties around my ankles,
one hand on the phone,
the other between my legs.
And I'm just supposed to take your word for it?
I always tell the truth,
even when I lie.
I'm dripping wet.
If you think I'm gonna walk into something,
- some kind of trap, then... - Hurry up.
I help you?
No, boss.
You got something special you looking at?
Yeah, but not you.
Well, maybe you should run along then.
Why is that?
Because it's a private neighborhood!
Private neighborhood, what does that mean?
Means we don't like suspicious-looking characters loitering.
You ever go to law school, Wesley?
I know you?
Not yet, but I know you.
What are you, a cop?
I'm not here as a cop.
No...
What are you here is? An asshole?
That's clever,
but if you've got any sense of self-preservation,
I recommend you pick up your clothes and hurry inside.
Why, what happens I stay out here?
Suit yourself,
but I wouldn't recommend you coming over.
What do you do if I come over there?
I'm not here to do you harm, Wesley.
But, if you can't recognize a bad situation facing you,
and decide to come any closer,
I just might shoot you in your fucking chest.
You're a cop.
You can't threaten me like that.
- You got a warrant or something? - Warrant?
Should I be searching for something?
Such as what, somebody's head?
A head?
You high or something?
No.
I don't know about you.
Yeah, nobody knows anything.
Go on about your business.
Go kiss your master's asshole.
You're a really lousy...
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Who put you up to this?
Man, look at me when I'm talking to you.
Who sent you?
If you're in the business of killing people,
you should go hire professional killers.
That is not what I do.
Look at it.
Jett. Have we or have we not been getting serious?
You in some kind of trouble here, Henry?
Jett doesn't see herself as a killer.
In a different circumstance would have much rather left
anybody alive.
But in this case, she has to get out,
and it's just what she has to do.
Her survival skills are much more primal.
What are you doing?
Jett is not a sociopath,
but when she comes across people
that have wronged her in a way
that the best solution is to kill them, she will.
In the case of Henry,
he is a problem that will not go away.
So she, very clearly in episode seven,
makes a distinction between Henry and Vicky.
Stay still.
Vicky she forgives and lets go.
Very often we, as actresses, are asked to bring the humanity,
to bring the heart.
Tell me what you want,
I can help.
You have nothing to trade, Vicky.
It was much more about showing less.
And it was really fascinating
because I don't think I've ever been asked to do that.
Can you leave your life right now and never come back?
Fuck yes!