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(ominous music)

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(logo buzzing)

(upbeat music) (people chattering)

* To the floor, to the couch *

* Might wake the neighbors up *

* But you ain't (indistinct) break you out *

* In the end we gon' make a child *

* Then we gon' hit the show *

* Part two when I'm eatin' a pouch *

* You missed me, we gon' get tipsy *

* Me, I'm right inside *

* Copy, might steal *

* Face the fact that ain't no cap, I'm real *

* Ain't no cap, I'm real *

* The plastic broads might copy, might steal *

* Copy, might steal *

* Face the fact that ain't no cap, I'm real *

* No cap, I'm real *

* The plastic broads might copy, might steal *

* You sound like Argentina *

* Hats off, it's hard to meet her *

- Dody, I got customers asking,

why is there $15 surcharge on ATM?

- First off, motherfucker,

don't call me Dody.

I don't pay you to call me Dody.

I pay you to call me Ms. Monroe.

Troy.

Hi, focus.

You see this right? - Yes.

- Packed establishment, right?

- Yes.

- Don't sigh me.

You better act like you wanna keep this job

before I find somebody to replace your cute ass.

Now,

operation cash control.

How we doing on drinks?

'Cause that's our niche.

- Well, our worst bartender broke a thousand dollars

on credit card tips alone.

So we could safely assume

that the liquor is selling just fine.

- But look around at these hoes.

These men don't have enough distractions

if they complaining about a $15 surcharge.

I'm just saying that's your job.

That's what I hired you for.

- Say no more.

We'll make the pieces work.

- Great.

(uptempo music)

Vegas,

$15 surcharges at ATMs.

That's how we're doing business now?

- This pussy is gonna sell itself.

Time is a precious commodity.

Right now, that's the least of my worries.

- Good, don't let it catch up with you.

- What'd you just say?

- I said,

don't let it catch up with you.

- That's what I thought you said.

- Ms. Monroe. - Finally,

someone who respects me.

What?

- One of our clients, Felix Murray,

out front talking some real gun control shit right now.

- What'd you tell him?

- Shit, nothing, I told him we had packed the house.

- Uh-uh, come on.

(upbeat music)

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

(people chattering)

(car door slamming)

- Wait a minute, sweetheart. - I'm your new girl.

- New girl? - Yeah, why,

you looking for work?

- [Security] No, that's not what I meant.

- Do you always interrogate the dancers?

- [Security] Listen, I didn't mean anything

by it, all right?

Just never seen you before, that's all.

- Like I said, I'm Ivy.

The new girl.

- [Security] My apologies Ivy, all right.

Just try not to use the front door.

Not trying to give you a hard time.

Just trying to keep the girls safe.

(people chattering)

- You can tell a lot about a woman by her shoes.

- Is that so?

- Oh, yeah.

Shoes mean everything to a woman.

In fact,

if I had to tell you what God looked like

through a woman's eyes,

I'd say he looked like the most immaculate pair of shoes.

Like those.

(light music)

(lighter clicking)

- [Lani] You know you're a real snake charmer.

- Get that a lot.

Friends call me Vegas.

Though I'm not a gambler in that respect, nah.

No blackjack.

Don't shoot dice.

You see, I prefer practicality over probability.

- All of this talking.

And you didn't offer me a drink.

- Well, you didn't give me your name.

- I'll keep it short.

My friends call me Lani.

- What's your poison Ms. Lani?

- Aqua Bianca in a glass.

I don't drink.

Drinking can lead to danger.

- Thank you.

(light music)

Too much of anything can be dangerous.

* Baby you gon' end up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something, you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what you was fantasizing *

* Tell your future like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool but I'd be lying *

- Damn!

You must be the new girl.

New girls don't go through the entrance.

What's your name?

- Jada.

Where's your dressing room?

- Damn.

Follow me.

* Found my livin' proof with you *

* I might lose *

* All of me *

* Want you here need you mine in these sheets *

(door slamming)

(gunshots firing) (people screaming)

(ominous music)

(sirens blaring) (people chattering)

(police radio chattering)

- Winslow

and McKenzie.

- We're looking at a signal 33.

One known shooter, victim a black male.

There's no signal severance.

And we have officers inside with the wife.

- Given a dying declaration.

- As of right now,

victim is still clinging to life.

- What about suspects,

motives,

witnesses, employees?

- [Officer] We have officers canvassing the entire area

for surveillance.

All we have is the remaining (speaks faintly) inside.

- All right.

I wanna lock down every potential witness.

Separate them.

I want to know who laid eyes on him.

Get tech services to review the surveillance system

inside the night club

and every business within a three block radius.

It's gonna be a long night.

Would there have been anybody

who had a motive to kill Vegas?

- Everybody loved him.

This had to be an act of God. (Winslow scoffing)

- Act of God

or the devil?

- Excuse me?

- Evil is intelligent.

God doesn't just murder people in cold blood.

At least not the God that I serve.

Evil's like a shorthanded old woman

walking out of a church,

ready to set the world on fire.

The last thing you see

before looking down the barrel of a gun.

The right motive,

right price.

Anybody can commit a murder. (people screaming)

Even you.

But of course,

You didn't see anything.

Right?

(tense music)

- Okay, so what was your business here tonight?

- Like everyone else.

- What does that mean?

Some came for the ass, some for the alcohol.

- I came to enjoy the entertainment,

and have a drink or two.

Mostly cocktails.

- If you had to put a timer,

about how long would you say you've been working here?

- Four hours.

- Four hours?

- Yeah, four hours.

- First day on the job?

- Yeah.

- Oh, this is a hell of a first night, wouldn't you say?

- (chuckles) Yeah, I like to think so.

- To your recollection, did you see anything

or anyone doing anything suspicious tonight?

- I can't recall seeing anything unusual.

You know, everything around just moves so fast.

- Where you from, baby girl?

- Nevada, Austin.

- I don't know you from a can of paint, right?

But I can tell you one thing.

You were raised better than this.

You girls come here,

and you take your clothes off

in front of strange men for money.

And hey, I ain't knocking your hustle.

But you better remember this,

under the veil of night

is the devil's playground.

Don't let these city lights swallow you up.

'Cause it's easy to get caught up.

It's hard to get out of them.

Do you hear me?

(ominous music)

- [Narrator] One head, four contracts.

And as you probably guessed by now, that head belongs to me.

Now why on earth would this many organizations

want little old me to bite the dust?

(tense music) (buzzer buzzing)

(prison doors clanging)

(prisoners chattering)

- Get your funky ass...

(phone dinging)

Hurry your ass up.

(paper rustling)

(prisoners chattering)

- [Inmate] What up, hoe, you leaving?

Remember what I told you, my dear mama.

- We'll see you soon.

- [Mother] Tati.

(mother speaking in foreign language)

(father speaking in foreign language)

(car beeping)

(engine rumbling)

(prisoners chattering) (prisoners laughing)

- It's amazing how pressed we become for time

when we start to run out of it, huh?

- Look at here.

(gunshot firing)

- What the fuck is your problem?

Where's the silencer I bought you for your birthday?

- I left it at home.

- You are just really on a roll this week, huh?

If I wanted to wake up the whole goddamn neighborhood,

I would've blew the motherfucker up with some C4.

I mean you, mm.

You know what your problem is?

You don't know how to appreciate shit.

- That silencer has sentimental value.

That's why I don't bring it with me every job.

- We are in the business of killing people

and taking their shit.

Okay, that's what we do.

Please don't attach sentimental value

to something that's used to murder motherfuckers.

That's just sick and unprofessional.

(soft music)

- All right, so,

this is your cheat sheet.

Not for the quiz,

but for a reference.

I have it right here.

Opening crime scene investigative opportunities.

DeKalb County Police Department.

Now,

apply!

Apply, all right. (chuckles)

Let's see, so, um,

oh, and guess what they asked for?

- Associates?

- Portfolios.

Yeah, all right.

Crime scene technician, DeKalb County.

Starting salary 40,000.

Goes all the way up to 59,000.

More than what I make.

I should probably apply for the position, right?

All right, so let's see.

Essential job functions.

Searching for,

locating,

collecting,

identifying,

processing, documenting, and preserving physical evidence.

Obtains cast impressions.

Yes.

Tire impressions,

shoe impressions with cast.

You guys did that.

And then photographing those casts.

So what do we do?

What's the process when you come across

tire impressions or shoe impressions?

Really?

- The first thing we do is photograph it.

I don't know, we didn't do that much of it.

- Really?

All right, you guys are on this.

So obviously,

you have to make sure you photograph the impression

in case something happens.

You know what?

Why don't we break up into groups of two

and work on your portfolios.

That's gonna be your homework.

Hm?

So Chelsea with Wilma.

Mya, yeah, with the Jada.

- [Instructor] Tony

with John.

Trey, with... (people chattering)

- You driving?

- No.

- You can ride with me.

We'll study at my house.

- You sure?

- Girl, come on.

(ominous music)

You act like you aint rode in a car before.

- Can I ask you a serious question?

- Of course.

- Don't take this the wrong way or anything.

- Why are you whispering?

- I don't know. (chuckles)

Are you selling drugs?

- Girl, why would you ask me something like that?

- Your bag.

- Yes.

- That's a Celine bag.

- Yes.

- That's a $9,000 bag.

- It is.

- College girls don't just have $9,000 bags.

- Correction.

College girls don't have five $9,000 bags.

- You have five $9,000 bags?

- No,

I have five Celine bags, boo.

You can get you one too.

- How?

- I'm a dancer.

- So,

you got all this by dancing?

- Every dime.

And I didn't have to sleep with anybody for it.

(soft music)

- You think I can dance?

- Hell yeah.

Just remember, that's a double-edged sword.

Let's get comfortable.

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your smile *

* I was tempted *

* And for a little while *

* I was certain *

* That I will be the one to change you *

(objects clattering)

- A beautiful woman on the edge of an experience

is hard to let go.

Looking down,

afraid to follow lust again.

I mean, why else could something sound so good

be about a love that was so bad.

I'd be fucking five times since Sunday

and sent her home with a thank you note.

- So why do you see that as a promise?

- Okay.

So you take good shit

and you take some bad shit,

and you make a sandwich.

Everything about this sandwich is amazing.

It's a beautiful spread of calorie.

It's a Colby cut sandwich

with all the right trimmings

and then you top it off with the worst,

mayonnaise.

You feel me, it make sense?

- Kind of, but I like mayonnaise.

So, but, it's okay.

Continue.

Well then fuck it then, like mayo. (laughs)

- So the song says...

* I think about the things you used to do *

I know I don't sound like her,

but my point is,

is that sometimes love just takes the wrong turn.

You know, maybe they just fell out of love.

- No. No, she says,

"My love turns misty blue."

Now you know that's the depression.

(sensual music)

- Close your eyes.

Everybody is watching from where we stand.

Engage in these customer's eyes.

And write a fantasy, they can't wait to pay for.

- Is this love or lust?

- I don't know.

I try not to think about stuff like that.

It always leads to arguments.

- This is not an argument.

A argument requires a back and forth.

It's not supposed to move in circles,

but you,

you like moving in circles.

You got one of them anti-social personalities.

People like you make great murderers for hire.

- I would, wouldn't I?

But I would get away with it though.

Getting away with murder is easy.

- You think getting away with murder is easy?

- Murder has a 6.41 clearance rate.

Practically anybody can get away with it.

Thank God from moral conviction though, right?

But, to answer your question,

lust is easy.

Love is complicated.

What we do isn't love.

It's lust.

Lush,

nothing more.

You should never take that personal.

- And I won't.

It's just business, right?

- With pleasure,

and they never mix.

I gotta go.

- Bye.

- A perfect example.

Betty Wright, "Woman to Woman."

- Shirley Brown.

- What?

- Shirley Brown sang.

* Woman to woman *

Not Betty Wright.

Betty Wright sang, "Clean Up Woman."

- Huh?

How did Barbra do it?

I mean, let her get away with it.

I'll tell you how.

She was stuck inside of her feelings,

inside of a two bedroom apartment

on the west side of Atlanta

chasing after some three leg negro

that ended up leaving her for a side piece

in Sandy Springs.

That's how.

- Whoever the fuck he was,

that was a smart man

because he knew LA would do some strange shit to you.

One minute he was probably at a casting call.

The next morning,

woke up with some dude named Julian's finger

stuck up his ass

and a receipt from a sushi bar at Encino

with his bank account in a rack, okay?

So he pawned his hopes and dreams,

went back to life with some simple bitch

who thinks Reeboks are designer shoes.

End of story.

* You will be mine *

- Okay.

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your eyes *

* I was tempted *

* The promises, the lies *

(cutlery rattling)

(ominous music)

(liquid sloshing) (tense music)

- Somebody done already touched this.

- Drink some water, man.

(guests chattering)

- Toast.

To us.

You left your wine glass full.

How rude of a guest you are, Mr. Khan.

I assure you,

there was much more to the menu

than what meets the eye.

- A thousand cups of wine do not suffice

when true friends meet.

And half a sentence is too much

when there is no meeting of the minds.

- Chinese proverb.

- Even as a child,

I knew you were both a bitch,

and poison.

And I will not allow a bitch

with no honor to destroy my family.

And it is worth noting

that you did not have much of a choice

as you were birthed by a coward

such as your father.

- Speaking of my father,

there's a debt to which I'm owed

with your blood.

(sentimental music) (choir vocalizing)

(man weeping)

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)

- Huh.

Took y'all long enough to get here.

I reckon that y'all been dead

or worse, caught in traffic. (chuckles)

Come on now, get it on the bed.

There you go.

Oh, and don't get no blood on my carpet.

This ain't no ready for foxwoods floor in there.

And you tell that damn bigot that

that shit don't cost for free around here.

- [Woman] Call him yourself.

(ominous music) (insects chirping)

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

(mourners crying)

- We therefore commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Oh, and let's not forget brick to brick.

May you rest happily forevermore

with all 30 of the bricks you helped yourself to yesterday

while visiting my good friend's home.

- [Narrator] Like I said,

we in the business of killing people,

and taking their shit.

I guess it finally caught up to us.

(faint music) (people chattering)

(objects rustling)

- Ms. Monroe. - Finally,

someone who respects me.

What?

- One of our clients, Felix Murray,

out front talking some real gun control shit right now.

- What'd you tell him?

- Shit, nothing, I told him we had a packed house.

- Uh-uh, come on.

- [Man] Moderation.

- Well, Roberto Cavlli Fall Fashion

isn't a man of moderation.

Excess can be dangerous in any line of work.

- What'd you say your line of work was again?

I think I might've missed it.

- [Lani] What do you know about horses?

- It's funny, you should talk about horses.

I read a lot about horses.

But do you know what my favorite thing about horses is?

- What's that?

- They're shit kickers,

and they kick their way out of shit.

But only when they're scared.

The best thing about shit kickers

is they have 360 degrees of sight.

They can see it every angle.

- I know you not out here talking

about shooting my shit up.

- As much money as I spend this motherfucker,

fuck you mean I can't have a section?

My whole crew outside.

Won't treat y'all like that, imagine on Saturday.

- Apologize.

Give him a table in the back.

- Yes, ma'am.

Go get your squad.

(faint music) (people chattering)

(car door slamming)

Wait a minute, sweetheart.

- I'm your new girl. - New girl?

- Yeah, why you looking for work?

- No, that's not what I meant.

- Do you always interrogate the dancers?

- [Security] Listen, I didn't mean anything

by it, all right?

Just never seen you before, that's all.

- Like I said, I'm Ivy.

The new girl.

- My apologies Ivy, all right?

Just try not to use the front door.

I'm not trying to give you a hard time.

Just trying to keep the girls safe.

- It's a great investment.

If I had five,

I'd sell you seven.

- It sounds like you're the man I need to see then.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

I'm here to see a man about horse,

(Vegas chuckling) (ominous music)

who sold an associate of mine a horse.

(gunshot firing)

Can you say?

(ominous music) (artist vocalizing)

(door slamming)

(gunshots firing) (people screaming)

(ominous music)

- Somebody call 911.

He's dying. (people screaming)

(sirens blaring) (people chattering)

- [Narrator] Where there's anger,

well, there's always pain underneath.

But betrayal, hm, now that's the only truth that sticks.

(intense music)

(birds chirping)

(men speaking in foreign language)

(door slamming)

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your smile *

* I was tempted *

* And for a little while *

* I was certain *

* That I will be the one to change you *

* And you will be mine *

* Ooh, you will be mine *

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your eyes *

* I was tempted *

* The promises, the lies *

* Just keep hurtin' *

* Ooh, they just keep on hurting *

* But I won't be the one to change you *

* And you won't be mine *

* No, you won't be mine *

* Like Eve in the garden *

* When the evening came *

* How could I believe you *

* Ooh, believe you *

* Fooled and ashamed *

* I was tempted *

* But tempted I'm no more *

* I've attempted *

* What was never done before *

* Drop the curtain *

* Drop the curtain *

* See that no one ever changes, no one *

* Farewell and goodbye *

* Ooh *

* The energy is fire *

* Conversation hits right *

* If you stay tonight *

* Baby, I might let you take *

* All of me *

* Want you here, need you mine *

* In these sheets *

* Completely *

* Intertwined in our minds, yeah *

* Tell your future like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool, but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something, you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what you was fantasizing *

* Different kinda blue *

* Starry in the daytime *

* Found my livin' proof with you *

* I might lose *

* All of me *

* Want you here need you mine *

* In these sheets *

* Completely *

* Intertwined in our minds, yeah *

* Tell your future like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something, you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what you was fantasizing *

* I, I *