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We gather here to commend

our brother John to God our Father

and to commit his body to the earth.

In the spirit of faith in the resurrection

of Jesus Christ from the dead,

let us raise our voices and say...

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Just tell me where we're going.

It's a surprise, honey.

Candy store.

We should get something for Johnny.

What is this?

Yeah. What is this?

No.

No way.

No fucking way.

Don't you fuck with me, John.

Don't fuck with me on this.

- Mare. - Don't fuck with me.

- I'm serious. Don't... - Mare.

Can I have the honor of asking you

to get the fuck out of the car?

Oh, my God. Sw-Swear to me.

Swear-swear on your mother's head...

- It's not much... - ...that this is ours.

...but it's in a good school district.

It's not a mansion like you deserve, but the chips are up.

It's perfect.

It's perfect. I love it.

Thank you.

And it's in your fucking name.

Oh my God.

Oh! Oh my God!

Oh, oh.

Another beer, John?

It's on The Bug.

Sure. Give me a shot of Jameson.

Cheers, big ears.

- What's the score? - Fuck you.

Been here a while?

What are you drinking? It's on The Bug.

Give me a Jameson. Thanks, Donny.

I got to be somewhere.

- Okay. - I got to pretend

like I'm at a fucking job.

Since I bought that fucking house.

I got to be at work.

What do you say you do?

- Sales. - Sales?

Oh, yeah? What do you sell?

What's with the million fucking questions?

I don't know.

Suits. Expensive fucking suits.

Great. Suits.

Tailored suits.

What if there's a funeral, though?

- Or a wedding. - Same thing.

- Hey, fellas. - Hey, Rhonda.

Fine day for a party, eh?

Did you just touch my ass?

You wish.

Rhonda, behave.

Either way, I'm cool.

What are we talking about?

Uh, we're trying to figure out what kind of salesman

John's pretending to be.

Uh...

Life insurance.

Everybody hates those guys.

Tell them you sell life insurance,

they'll change the subject.

That's a good idea.

Hello?

Hello?

- Yeah? - Hi.

- Hi. - I saw you moved in,

and I thought I'd welcome you to the neighborhood.

Oh. Oh. Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm just not used to, um...

I would've baked a cake, but I can't cook worth shit.

Uh...

Thank you.

Um...

You okay?

Yeah. It's just it's my first housewarming present.

It's just a fern.

Uh, can I, can I get you a coffee?

How about a glass of wine?

Yeah, that I can do.

Finally, someone I can relate to

in this fucking neighborhood.

Oh, everybody seems pretty nice so far.

No, don't let them fool you.

They are all cunts.

All of them.

This neighborhood,

it's all about keeping up,

like there's a competition or something.

And if you don't partake, you're a threat.

Huh. You've gotten the judging stares

with your clothing, right?

The car you drive or...

"What does your husband do?"

"The same as yours:

"plays golf, fucks around.

Now fuck off."

But enough about me.

What does your husband do?

Yeah.

What does your husband do?

He does this and that.

Keep those fucking hands where we can see 'em!

You're doing great, Gary.

You just keep pretending the floor is your woman.

Down! Down!

And don't you feel bad.

Banks have been fucking us for years.

I don't want anybody looking up at me or my friends!

What, are you gonna marry me? Let's go.

You feel that?

Knees.

Get the fuck down. All the way down.

Nice shoes.

- Prada? - Yeah.

Time!

I know where you fucking live.

I know where your kids go to school.

Stay quiet, Lisa.

You almost got

that fucking woman killed.

You should've fucking done her, John.

Shut the fuck up, Dave.

I got it, I got it, I got it. Let's go.

Mom, is there a fire?

No, no.

No, they would tell us if there was a fire.

Oh, I don't think so, pal.

No.

Here we go.

- Oh. - Oh, hey, Dad.

Hey, buddy.

- Mom get anything good? - No.

Yeah?

- Good. - Double macchiato.

Two percent milk.

I'm sorry?

You know what? Fuck it. Whole milk.

What is two percent anyway? You know what I mean?

What is it, a shooter or something?

Nah. It's nothing.

Easy.

See?

Nothing to worry about.

- Love you. - Love you, too.

Mary.

Hey, man.

How you doing? Hey, Mary.

Here, I got, I got these for, uh, for Johnny. Look.

- Oh, that's so sweet. - Check it out, right?

- 'Cause he's my little devil. - That's cute.

- That's good, right? - That's cute.

That's your cut. That's Dave's. Take it and get the fuck out.

Come on, John.

John.

The shit went smooth.

You think that went smooth?

What'd you say to the teller?

You give her your number? Tell her your sign?

J--

I mean, I was just, I was just fucking around.

Every fucking word that comes out

of that fucking piehole is a piece of the puzzle!

Cops put enough of them together, they lead to you.

And you to me and my family.

Always fucking around.

At your age, you still haven't figured it out?

Every broad? All the time?

- This is not for you. - Uh-huh.

I keep giving you chances and you keep fucking up?

I don't trust you.

I can't work with you.

Take your shit and fuck off.

- See you, Mary. - Good night, Sean.

What the fuck you looking at?

Huh?

I'm thinking about you and the kid.

When it was just me, I didn't give a shit.

I know, baby.

Open that shit back up.

Like that?

Take off your clothes.

- Is this what you want? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Go.

You coming?

What are you doing, Mare?

Oh, I was just, um, cleaning up some stuff.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Did I get a little rough last night?

No, that's all right. I'm tough.

Yeah, you are.

Good.

So, how much do you think we have?

Not enough.

Well...

H-How much do you think we need, John?

How much is enough, John?

Enough is what I say it is.

Well, what if something happens to you?

What about me and Johnny, then?

Don't-don't say that.

That is never gonna happen.

- Don't say that again. - You guys fighting again?

- No. - No.

No, baby, no, no.

We're just having a little argument.

Here, sit down, sit down.

Let me get you some breakfast, okay?

Not-not that one. The other one.

- Just gonna eat some breakfast. - The other one. Lucky Stars.

And then...

I need you to get ready and brush your teeth.

Okay?

Not interested.

In what?

What you talking about?

You think I think it's an accident,

you two knuckleheads showing up here at the same time?

There's too much heat after the last job.

People are fucking watching.

Told you. He's fucking paranoid.

I got to piss.

You two been talking about me?

You know, we're worried about you.

You seem a little paranoid.

Dave's supposed to be the jumpy one, so...

It's that fucking house.

Sheep staring at me every time I pull into my own driveway.

Every fucking day. Day in, day out.

Motherfuckers.

What is this, cricket?

What the fuck you know about cricket, man?

Baseball with a flat bat.

Fucking boring as shit.

It ain't the game I'm watching. The fucking numbers.

Mary must be happy.

What is Mary happy about?

Stay the fuck away from my wife.

Jesus, John. Come on, man. You're being crazy.

You know I would never.

No, I guess you wouldn't.

Don't even fucking mention her name.

Come on. Come on.

Fuck!

Goddamn it, it's your fucking fault.

It was all going fine before you came in.

You're a jinx, bad luck!

All right, dude.

Now what, genius?

It's all right. He's good.

Not a problem.

No. No problem.

Where you going now?

These three guys walk into a bar.

Think they got something new going?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think something's in the works.

Surely burned through that cash by now.

- If they did it. - Come on.

We both know they did it.

I only know what I can prove.

I, um, had a thought.

Just hear me out.

The teller said the little guy liked her shoes.

He knew about fashion.

- Point? - Point,

Sean Murphy was arrested a few years back

for selling hot Prada bags and shoes.

Lots of them, too.

Good luck with that.

John?

What, are you spying on me?

No.

Just what... what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Um, will you be home for dinner?

I'm not eating today.

I got to take care of some stuff.

Don't wait up.

You look familiar.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Maybe it was in your dreams.

Wow, Richie, you outdone yourself.

You're light again.

That's right, fucko. Catch you next week.

Fucko.

Okay.

Thank you.

You got the sugars today.

- Oh, hey, Dad. - Hey, buddy.

Jack and Marion are coming over.

Yeah, remember, I-I told you.

We're just-- we're having a few people over, s-some kids.

We're gonna play some video games.

Yeah, that sounds like fun, buddy.

But, uh, Mommy forgot to tell me all about it.

So, not today, okay?

Yeah, um... yeah, why don't we...

You know what? Let's go outside.

- Yeah. - W-We can go to the,

we can go to the park.

And, uh, and we'll have a picnic.

Mary, hurry.

Here, take this. Yeah.

Hey, hey, Louise. Yeah, we're coming right out.

Tell-tell Louise and Marion we're coming right out, okay?

Yeah, yeah. That's good.

We'll be right out!

I know what you're fucking doing, all right?

And you promised me.

You fucking promised!

Follow the fucking rules, Mare.

No freaking strangers in the house.

I got people coming over. I got business to take care of.

Yeah, well, maybe you wouldn't have

your business associates over if you quit gambling, for once!

Gambling?

Gambling? Gambling?

This fucking house, this entire fucking life, it's not me.

Do you understand that? I don't feel normal around here.

The people in my old fucking neighborhood,

they knew what was what. They knew who to respect

without asking you, "What do you do for a living?"

Fuck!

If another jerk-off around here asks me that same question,

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Do you understand that? I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Look at me. Open your eyes.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Okay. I understand.

I-I don't care what these people think either.

I just wanted Johnny to have a nice day.

- I'm sorry. - Don't worry.

Come on, we got to go.

Yeah, baby, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Yeah. Have fun, buddy.

Get out of here.

Have a ball.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

I just got papers served on me,

in front of my daughter no less.

Charlie's trying to get full custody of Marion.

Saying I'm an unfit mother.

Lying. I mean lying.

They would never take a child from the mother.

You... wouldn't believe what he's saying.

And it's his word against mine.

And these judges eat it up.

They give him chance after chance,

hearing after hearing.

New versions of stories with new false witnesses.

It's a setup every time.

He's getting away with it.

Well, that's ridiculous.

He won't get away with it.

Men like Charlie always get away with it, Mary.

He can.

They do whatever they want, all of them.

And if they fall, we suffer.

Don't pretend you don't know what it's like.

What what's like?

Don't, Mary.

Don't.

I see the bruises.

I hear the words.

- Louise. - Marion.

Come on, honey, let's go.

Come on. Let's walk.

Do you have any fours?

Go fish.

Do you have any queens?

Go fish.

Do you have any aces?

Go fish.

Come on.

Do you have any queens?

Go fish. I just gave away my queen.

Okay, quiet. Just stay right here.

Stay right here. Okay? Don't move.

Don't look. Go, go, go.

Go.

You think she knows everything?

That her husband was a scumbag?

Yeah.

That he robbed that bank?

We don't even know that.

- You okay? - Why the fuck would I be okay?

Okay.

Take your time.

I'll take the kids back to the house.

Come on, Johnny.

At a funeral? Really?

Don't you want to find out what happened here?

Isn't that your fucking job?

Fuck you.

How'd you convince John to let you in on those jobs, Sean?

Everyone knows what a loser you are.

Uh, j-- uh, jobs?

I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about.

John sold life insurance.

That's how he bought his new house, right?

Sold a big policy, yeah?

Are you still mad that he fucked Jenny Del Vecchio?

That still keeping you up at night?

I mean, you've been after him since high school. What?

Now he's dead, you're still after him?

Where were you, Sean, on the day of the robbery?

Shop says you didn't come in to work.

I must've called in sick.

My girlfriend, probably.

- Oh, your girlfriend? - Mm.

Who's your girlfriend? She got a name?

- Bob? James? - Oh, come on.

- What is this, high school? - He was with me.

Hey, Mary.

I'm-I'm sorry for your loss.

You shouldn't fucking be here, Bill.

Y-You're saying this cocksucker was with you?

Yeah. He was with me.

I don't know where my husband was that day.

- It's bullshit. - You will testify

to that, Mary?

That I was fucking around on my husband

with one of his good friends?

Yeah, sure.

Come on.

Have a lovely day.

Don't forget to sign the registry.

You shouldn't have said that.

Fuck you, Sean.

Why the fuck would you say that?

Because. We're supposed to have each other's backs,

right?

Treat each other like family?

Isn't that what you guys always say?

Loyalty, right?

Well, you guys are all I have now.

You fucker!

You left me with nothing!

Nothing! Nothing!

Fuck!

You selfish fuck!

Got nothing!

Why?!

Fuck off!

How much?

I'll do, uh, 200.

- 200? - Yeah.

You're fucking high.

- That's a good deal. - That shit ain't real.

Shit ain't real? What are you talking about?

How the fuck am I gonna make a fake phone?

You little shit. You--

Fuck!

Oh. Fucking shit.

What?

You're on fucking parole.

What are you doing?

Look, I told you.

I was in that alley minding my own business

when I saw that box.

I-I figured it-it fell off the truck or something.

Fell off a truck?

I'm serious.

I was gonna bring it back to the store, see.

Thought maybe, you know, they'd give me a reward or something.

Afternoon, Sean.

- Afternoon. - Pleasure, as always.

Hey, question for you.

It says here you were arrested for stolen goods.

Uh, Gucci...

Ba-Balenciaga...

- Prada. - Mm-hmm.

You a fashionista, Sean?

B-Bal--

H-How do you pronounce that?

Is that, uh...

What, is that French?

I told you, this is a waste of fucking time.

Just cut him loose.

Cut him loose?

What about the phones, huh?

- They were brand-new. - I said cut him fucking loose.

You guys want this?

No?

- Mary? - Oh, hey.

Come in, Louise.

Any luck?

No, I'm-I'm either too old or not qualified

for all of this shit.

I mean, waitressing barely pays for my groceries

and the mortgage on this place.

You know, in every place that I went into,

it's like they don't come out and say you're too old,

but I know that's what they're thinking.

I mean, I see how they look at me.

You know, some mornings, Louise, I...

I get up and I look at myself in the mirror,

and I see all the lines in my face,

and I just don't know

what I've been doing with my life and...

You know what the saddest part is?

Is that I don't know who I am without John.

I gave that man...

...everything, okay?

I mean, I had to if I wanted to survive.

Well...

sometimes I look in the mirror and I think,

"Who the fuck is that?"

And don't look down at your iPad.

Just a warning.

You know what?

Let's go.

Go? Go where?

Let's go. Grab your jacket. Come on.

- Right now? - Right now.

Come on.

Oh. Wait. No, no, no.

Is this AA? Like, for battered women?

Mary, it's about what comes next.

It's how we got there.

I'm just asking you: sit and listen.

And I'm talking.

Working on our shame is the key to recovery.

And the "Power and Control" wheel is a big source of that.

It can be a big help to you.

We'll work on that next week.

Right now I would like to invite Louise to the podium.

Ladies...

...when you were girls,

how many of you thought success was

marrying a good guy with a good job,

having three children,

creating a safe and loving home?

There's nothing wrong with that.

But how many of you found it?

How many of you gave up your dreams

for a man who never cared about your dreams and put his first?

This is the way we were conditioned.

And it wasn't our fathers that did it.

They didn't have to.

The system was already in place.

We have been catering to men,

and we have been second-class citizens.

Look at the level of effort that goes into

the way women look.

The products and the companies rely on us

to believe in that system.

When you reach a certain age,

you become irrelevant, invisible.

A man at 40 is a young man.

The fighter must show up.

Sometimes we think we're tough

and we should be able to handle it.

We gained some strength from our ability to take it.

Think of it in terms of your daughter or your granddaughter.

Do you feel the same way?

We need this information, all of it.

The emotional, the psychological

and the physical abuse that runs rampant today, still.

Imagine we could raise our sons and our daughters

with an understanding.

Oh my God, I wish someone had told me.

What I'm trying to say is let's look at all of this,

educate ourselves and heal

so we can move forward and be the badasses that we are.

Come on.

Sit right here. Sit right here.

So, a student assaults my son, and then you suspend my son?

And-and the other kid, uh, nothing.

As I said, boys will be boys.

And it takes two to tango. But considering everything,

we have reasons to believe Johnny started it.

We've made our decision, and I'm sorry, it's final.

It's just a few days.

And I am sorry, I have another meeting now.

We are being punished for what you think of Johnny's father.

All the bullshit that you read in the paper.

Dis-Discrimination, I would say.

Calm down, Mrs. Price.

It's all in our student handbook.

Have you read it?

It's one thing after another.

Last time, he slapped Lola on the bum.

It's cumulative at this point.

Okay. You know what?

Let's-let's just stick with today, all right?

Because my son is out there, possibly with a broken nose...

The nurse said it wasn't broken.

Well, that is not the point, Jayne.

The point is I got a good kid

who's being treated unfairly at your school,

and now all of this is gonna go on his record.

Shame on you, Jayne.

Where is it?

Where's your classroom? Is this it?

Is he in there? Is he in there?

Please. No, stop. You're gonna make things worse.

Excuse me. Pardon the interruption.

But which one of these fuckers hit my son?

Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Oh. Still protecting the bullies, are we?

Well, some things never change, huh?

I'm calling security.

Listen, if this happens again, I will be coming back here,

but all of this will go down much differently.

All right? You understand me?

Jayne...

Uh, Mrs. Parker said something to me back there

that I've been meaning to discuss with you again.

Do you remember a few weeks ago when you...

smacked that girl's bum?

Mom, I already told you.

She wanted me to kiss her.

- Mom, please. - And then what?

Well... Dad used to hit you on the bum after he kissed you.

Okay. First of all,

Johnny, your father and I were married.

Okay? And regardless, whether that girl

wanted you to kiss her or not,

it was not right for you to put hands on her.

Or to touch her in any way, okay?

You were wrong to do that.

In all honesty, that is a demeaning gesture.

Okay?

That can be our word for the day.

"Demeaning."

Now what? I'm not allowed to hit a bully either?

No, no. That was the right thing to do.

How the fuck did you get in here, Sean?

Back door was open.

No, it wasn't.

That is disgusting.

Mmm.

Breakfast of champions.

What the fuck are you doing here, Sean?

I wanted to say hello.

I feel like I should be helping take care of you two.

He would've wanted it that way.

You?

You can barely take care of yourself, Sean.

I'm on parole.

Got a... no-show job.

Those no-shows are hard to get with the...

What the fuck are you doing here, Sean?

I need John's gun.

The .45.

I had to get rid of mine.

You don't want that kind of thing around the house anyway.

What do you need it for?

This shit is all I know, Mary.

It's what I do.

And, uh, it's a business.

And I'm... branching out on my own.

Robbing isn't a business, Sean.

Okay, I don't need a lecture, Mare.

You gonna give me the gun or not?

You know, I'm doing this for you and Johnny, too.

Mm.

I got a, I got a really good, solid lead.

I mean, this... this could be it for me.

Early retirement.

I could help you take care of this house.

Maybe... buy a little bar.

You could manage it.

Are you fucking high right now?

Because this is crazy talk.

Do you hear yourself?

Whole world's crazy, Mare.

Everybody's got to hustle to survive.

Okay? Wake up.

Everybody steals. Banks, the government.

They just set it up so they're the good guys

and we're the bad guys,

so call me a fucking bad guy, then.

'Cause at least I'm honest...

about stealing.

I'd rather be me than one of those

fucking cocksuckers, fucking hypocrite fucks.

Oh, you know what? That's enough.

Wait, wait, what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do? You got to do something.

You gonna g-- you gonna get another man?

'Cause, I mean...

I don't know.

That ship's sailing.

Okay, you know what? Go fuck yourself, Sean.

All right, you know what? Fuck it.

You know where it is. Go fucking get it.

I already got it.

- Get the fuck out of here. - Okay.

Mary?

You're Mary Price, aren't you?

Jacob's mom.

Johnny's school.

Oh. Yeah, sure, sure.

How-how are you?

Is there anything I can help you with?

Oh, we have a sales rack over here.

It's last season, but it's still a little expensive, so...

Actually, I-I was looking for a job.

No, no, we're not hiring.

Maybe try the thrift store.

You're funny.

Take it easy.

You don't got to, like, jump on my back about it.

It's a simple request t-to just not put shit down there.

You want me get you a booster seat while I'm down there?

It's not a big deal.

Why do you make it such a big deal? Everything...

Mary.

Hey.

Could you order me a whiskey, please?

Yeah.

- Donny. - Yeah?

Can I get a, can I get a little whiskey for...

- for Mary? - Yeah.

- Here you go, Mary. - Thanks.

Thank you.

I need to borrow $2,500.

I don't have it, Mare.

If I had it, I'd give it to you.

I don't... I don't have it.

Times are-are tough for me right now.

I thought you said you were planning something,

like a big business deal.

Yeah, I am, but that shit takes time, you know?

Well, how about a job?

Mary, Mary, th-this place is, uh...

this-this place gets rough at night.

You don't want to work here.

You don't want to deal with those fucking guys. Come on.

You're a mom.

A mom who needs a job.

You know he left us with nothing.

Waitressing, bartending.

- Anything, Sean. - All right. Okay.

Wh-What about, what about, uh, Bob's or Tanner's?

You think this is the first place I checked?

Ask him.

Hey, Donny.

You got any, uh, bartender shifts available for Mary?

No. I'm sorry, darling.

It's a youngsters bar at night anyway.

It's where the money is.

What, are you saying I'm too old?

Interesting. How old are you, Donny? What, like 60?

Fucking bullshit excuse.

And don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything

about your little side hustles you got going on here.

With all due respect, Mary,

I don't know what you're referring to.

But when a woman becomes a certain age,

an ass grab is a federal crime.

Especially if it happens to you.

No woman should have to put up with that shit.

But I hire the ones that do.

Wow.

Nice.

Real nice, Sean.

Mare. Mary, Mary, just wait.

- Wait, wait, wait. Just wait. - What the fuck?

You're just gonna sit there?

You know, I'll lose my house.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Just-just-just...

Just wait.

Hold on. Okay?

Okay? Okay? Just-just...

Um...

Look, we're gonna...

Fuck. Okay, okay. This-- Here.

Call this guy.

He's got a... insurance business or something.

He's-he's well-connected.

Thank you, Sean.

- Have a seat, Mary. - Thanks.

- Would you like a drink? - Oh, no, no. I'm fine, thanks.

I'm surprised that, uh, we never met.

We make... oh, nearly a million, you know, net.

Not gross. And, uh, I don't know what, uh, Sean told you,

but this is not a no-show job.

Not a charity.

He told me that you had an opening

for a sales position.

Yeah, uh...

Pays minimum plus commission.

But no sales, no job.

Is there another

position available?

Well, you can sit out there and make ten bucks an hour.

Or, you know, we can...

...we can talk about something else.

- You fucker! - Ow!

- Fucking Jesus Christ. - Really?!

How dare you? You send me over there?

Did you forget? I know you. I fucking know you.

You were my husband's lackey, all right?

John brought you on, this is how you repay me?

- Wow, Sean, wow. - Hey, hey.

- Really? - Hey, hey, man.

Keep it down, okay?

- Give me a fucking drink! - I'm sorry.

That was a nice hit, Mare.

Could you shut the fuck up, please?

Cheers.

Fucking every time with her.

All right.

He really left you with nothing?

Oh, don't act like you don't know.

I know you fucking know.

This whole fuck bar probably knows!

All right. Okay. Mary.

We know that's where the money went.

Gangland shooting?

- Yeah, right. - All right. Come on.

Listen to me. Don't do that, all right?

Yes, he liked to bet on those horses every once in a while.

But I swear on my fucking mother,

I didn't know it got that bad.

You know I always looked up to him.

Since I was little,

right up until the end.

That's how much I fucking hate myself.

That I looked up to him.

And he treated me like...

You know, he treated me like shit.

Join the club.

We always wondered what a...

what a woman like you was doing with a guy like him.

Well, you know, he treated me like a queen.

At first.

Put me on a pedestal, and I... I believed it.

I fucking fell for it.

He used to buy me nice things.

Jewelry, clothes.

Like, shit I never had--

I never had nice stuff like that.

I felt protected with him.

You know? He made me feel safe.

He wanted to be with me all the time.

He...

said he wanted to get married and have kids.

That's the dream, right?

And then it turned, you know? He was...

He could be so nice, and then...

he would get mean.

He was a bad guy, Sean.

Jelly bean, jelly bean, jelly bean, jelly bean.

It's this...

Bananas. Lot of bananas.

Right there.

Just look at this.

Sean, we're down one man.

Yeah, I know. We'll get somebody else.

Who we gonna get? You can't trust just anyone.

And anyone mention to anyone else puts us at risk.

I need to know exactly who do you go to.

Or I'm out.

I need to know beforehand who you fucking talk to.

- Yeah. - Capisce?

- Hey. - Hey, Donny.

Can I get one of these?

- Mary, Mary. - Long time no see.

- Hey. - How's everything? Yeah?

Hey, fellas.

I want in.

In what?

Come on, Dave.

I need this.

Mary, this ain't, uh...

- Ain't what? - It's not a...

I'm sick of the way everybody

in this fucking town looks at me.

I'm-I'm guilty anyway.

May as well earn this reputation I've inherited

and make some money doing it.

I took just as much risk as John

and with none of the say.

We need a driver.

Okay. Let's hit it, brother.

One, two, three. Go, go, go, go.

Hey, man, know what time it is?

Okay, don't move. Just don't move. Go over there.

Get in there, cocksucker. Get in there.

Fucking cocksucker.

Nice and easy. This is easy.

Easy-peasy. Turn that hand back.

All right?

You're not gonna go for it, all right?

Come on! Clear! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Fuck.

We're fucking light.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing? Go.

Take it easy. There's a cop. There's a cop.

It's not that much, but...

When's the next job?

That would look great on you.

Do you have it in blue?

I doubt it. Let's just stick with armored cars.

- It's fucking working. - You know, you didn't

do this shit when John was doing the planning.

You ain't fucking John, Sean.

No, no, no, no. Fuck off. That's not-- No.

It's called, it's called a deterrent.

Everybody's doing great.

My friend and I, we're gonna walk out of here.

You guys, just... You over there,

keep those hands on your head.

Everybody, be cool. We're walking out of here now.

We're done. We good back there?

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck. Shit.

- Time. - Okay.

- We're good? - Fine!

Okay, we're out of here. Listen, everybody--

Jesus Christ. Motherfucker.

- Put your gun down. - Hey, motherfucker!

- Hey! - Put your gun down.

Fuck!

- Put that fucking gun down! - Put your gun down.

- You put it down. - No.

- Put it down. - I can't till you...

You can't what? What are you doing?

You can't do what? Put your fucking gun down!

- No, no. Ah! - Jesus!

- I need backup. I need backup! - Put your fucking gun down!

On your knees!

Get on your knees, motherfucker.

Give me your fucking arm.

You all right? Come on, get up. Come on.

Yeah, motherfucker, that's right.

That's right, motherf--

Come on.

Do you know what we just did?

Do you know what we just did? Do you know what just happened?

What's the matter? Yeah, pull over.

You all right? Come on, you're all right.

Yeah, thank God for these.

Pull over here. This is good.

Had to bring those fucking guns, Sean. I told you, no.

But you did. I got a kid.

- I'm done with you. I'm done. - All right, you're out.

Can we talk about what just happened for a second?

Goddamn! You're like that lady with the machine gun!

You were incredible!

- Fuck. Thank God for these. - That was incredible.

I could not believe it.

You were out of this world.

You were, like, effervescent.

- You came in-- - Yeah, I could've been--

I mean, we couldn't have planned that any better.

It was like you're born.

Security footage shows the whole thing

as it went down.

A dark-haired woman wearing sunglasses

sprays the bank ceiling with machine-gun fire

in order to provide cover for the gang's getaway.

Detective, any leads on the woman?

We cannot confirm it was a woman.

Suspect wore dark sunglasses,

uh, possibly a wig and didn't speak.

Woman or not, she's being dubbed

Machine Gun Mary?

She's got balls.

See anything?

It's hard to say.

Yeah.

Could be a woman?

No.

I'm not buying it.

That gun is too heavy for a woman.

...thee. Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Okay.

- Mom? - Hmm?

Are you gonna die like Dad?

God, no, no. Of course not.

Don't you worry about that. I'm-I'm always gonna be here.

Okay?

Get some sleep.

So, who is this guy?

Uh, he's been around for years.

He's always kidding about being a bank robber.

Only he wasn't kidding.

- And you-you trust him? - Mm.

So you...

must be the famous Machine Gun Mary.

Sexy.

- Allegedly. - So, why are we here?

I like that. Woman who's all business.

So, uh, I guess if you carried around a shotgun, what?

We'd have to call you Shotgun Sally?

- Is that how that works? - Is there a TV

back here?

I'll tell you what, we pull off this job, I'll give it to you.

- How's that? - No shit.

You're gonna give me this car?

No, just the TV, asshole.

So, what is this place?

It's an art gallery.

Wait, we're stealing paintings?

No, no. Not unless you see something you like.

It's just a front.

There's illegal gambling in the back.

There's a lot of cash to wash.

They do the pickup every Tuesday, so we'll go in before.

Cash will all be in one place.

There's only one guard at the back, one more inside.

That's it. Nice and simple.

And you know all this how?

He's my business partner.

What about the guards?

They're nothing, couple of pussies.

No offense.

Oh. Oh, oh.

Nah, don't worry about the camera. It's just for show.

They don't want people to know what goes on back there

any more than we do.

All right?

- You good? - Yeah.

You good?

Okay.

What the fuck, man? I hear voices in there.

I told you, it's a fucking art gallery.

You didn't say the shit was fucking open at night.

My bad.

It's the only way to the money, Jack.

Ladies first.

Showtime.

Fuck this shit.

Oh!

Hands up! Hands on your head!

Hands on your head! Against the wall!

Against the wall, you fucking goof!

Fuck. Put your hands up.

What are you smiling at?

You, Harry Potter.

Drop your fucking wine glass! Fucking thing!

They're too fucking calm. What's going on?

Get against the wall!

Hands on your fucking head, you goof!

What are you smiling at?

You think this is funny?

Get your fucking hands up!

You think this is performance art?

Put your fucking hands up!

- Put 'em up! - You, fuck face!

- You believe me now? - Okay?

Yeah, keep 'em up.

Keep 'em up and don't fucking move.

Keep those fucking hands up.

She's on the rag and has a machine gun.

Don't fuck with her.

Fucking hands up. Don't move 'em.

Don't you fucking move 'em.

Fucking hands up. Put 'em up. Put 'em up.

- Don't fucking move. - Charlotte,

go keep everyone calm...

while I...

discuss options with these two gentlemen.

Your options are

you or rent-a-cop over here fill the bag with cash.

That's a lovely bow tie, by the way.

Very fetching.

Come on, faster.

We don't have all night, bubbie.

Good boy. Let's go. Put it in the bag.

Get on your fucking knees.

Put those fucking hands on your head.

Let's go!

That was fucking brilliant!

That was fucking hilarious.

What's your fucking problem?

Are you out of your fucking mind? What are you f--

You see the looks on those fucking art snobs' faces?

Hey, Mary, why you driving so slow?

- You're like my grandma. - She knows

what she's fucking doing. Don't worry about it.

I know what you're trying to do in there,

- and it's fucking shit. - Okay, so I'll keep your cut,

then, okay? - Yeah.

If you're out, I will keep your cut.

We can split it between me and Mary.

- All right, good. - Mary, we got it.

- Fifty-fifty, babe. - Good, take a shot at that.

Dude, life's short. Lighten the fuck up.

You need a fucking Klonopin?

Take your balls out of your purse.

You're a real fucking asshole. You know that?

You're a fucking, you're a fucking idiot.

You're an asshole.

This is me.

Ah, fuck. That shit was fun, man.

Come on, Mary. Where'd you find this guy?

Hey.

I'm no spectacle.

And you're lucky I'm not on the rag.

Toodle-oo.

Fuck. Sean.

Really?

Police do believe these are the same suspects

sought in connection with the bank holdup.

Do you have any leads, Detective?

Are there any suspects?

We're not taking questions at this time.

Do people really buy this shit?

That "shit" just sold for $100,000.

Just to be clear...

no distinguishing characteristics,

average weight, average build?

Well, it all happened so fast.

And I-I was just worried about my clients

and, uh, my staff.

These people spend a lot of money with us.

Well, if you, uh, if you think of anything else,

- you, um, contact us. - Oh, absolutely.

Good day, gentlemen.

Different M.O.

Bank job was all business.

Several witnesses said they thought it was a show.

That they enjoyed themselves.

We may have a copycat.

Great.

Those? Those have been down for months.

- We're here. - Hey.

- Hi. - Hello.

H-Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I told you. No. We're not doing this.

Louise, thank you so much.

I really apprec--

What's wrong?

You got a minute?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Come with me.

I ask him for child support,

the prick puts his forearm against my neck

until I gasp for air.

No, he's too smart for that.

He doesn't leave a mark.

He knows the law.

He does the same shit to Marion.

Sick fuck.

Wait, wait. He...

He does that to Marion?

Yes.

And no, nobody gives a shit.

They want to see broken bones.

This has been going on forever and ever.

And you know he's doing the same thing to his girlfriend?

I know he is.

And she's going to court and lying for him.

I have to have a fucking video camera

strapped to my forehead 24-7

for anybody to fucking believe me.

It's his word against mine.

And hers.

I'm so sorry.

- Hey, Johnny. - Hey.

Okay. All right. I'll be back soon.

Okay, baby?

I love you.

I'll have him in bed by 9:30.

- Okay. - Right?

Yeah.

Sean, baby.

Mary.

That's your cut.

80 G's and some change. Count it if you want.

TV said between 200 and half a million.

You want to count it, count it.

Do I look like I need to skim off my partners?

You thought you were getting it all?

- He set us up. - I confess.

I told Eddie not to say anything.

Looks more real that way.

You were great, by the way.

This prick robbed his own place.

Okay, then. Okay, then.

Let's just say I have greedy customers,

and this way I get to make some of my money back.

You make money. I make money.

Insurance will pay the rest. Everyone's happy.

Except the insurance companies.

You speak.

Do you ever smile?

We're even.

Come on, that shit was fun, right?

Nobody got hurt.

It was like a dress rehearsal.

See if we could trust each other.

Oh, and you thought lying was a great start?

I got a line on something else.

Something big.

Three-way split. No Elton.

Hmm?

You in?

We're in.

But... you pull any more stunts like this,

and I will leave your ass at the scene.

I like this one.

Who's hungry?

- Bonsoir, mon ami! - MonsieurEddie.

- Comment allez-vous? - Très bien, merci.

- It's so nice to see you again. - Good to see you.

- Meet Mary. - Mary, nice to meet you.

- Hello. - Nice to see you.

Francis. The one and only.

And something for you to enjoy.

Gorgeous. - Bon appétit.

- Merci. - Thank you.

He's the fucking best, this guy.

I've been coming here for years.

They love me here. Have some of this.

- Mm. - I'll have some olives.

I really do need the money, by the way.

I'm not rich.

I spend like a whore on holiday.

Not that I'd know what a whore on holiday spends, but...

I definitely do.

So, um...

- What are we doing here? - I was hungry.

You really are a beautiful woman.

Mm.

Well, I was. Maybe.

Is that really how you feel?

That your best years are behind you?

Yeah. Aren't they?

Well, that's totally up to you, isn't it?

It's never up to the woman.

I don't know. Don't you think things have changed a lot

in the last few years?

- You think? - Oh, yeah. Can't you tell?

"Me too" this, "me too" that.

Women are taking it all back.

Taking names.

I mean...

if tomorrow women went on a total pussy strike,

the whole world would grind to a halt.

So...

When women figure out that kind of power,

men are finished.

Mm...

I don't know about that.

I think when we do take over the world,

men are still gonna get a pass.

Just like they always do.

Since women know

what it's like to be treated like cattle...

...I'm not sure we're as ruthless.

Well, let's hope you're in charge, then.

We're a lot alike, you and me, you know that?

No, Eddie, we're nothing alike.

This isn't fun for me.

I'm just doing this to survive.

I need to get enough for my kid and then get out.

That's it.

But you strike me as the type that never gets out.

Never has enough.

I enjoy myself.

I see that.

Mark, my man.

Thank you for waiting, my brother.

One, two, three, four.

- Bam. - Thank you, Eddie.

- Anytime. - You're a gentleman

and a scholar.

See, I told you. I need the money.

I can't seem to hang on to it.

Yeah, I see that.

- Well, this is me. - That's you?

- So... - Okay. All right.

- Thank you. - Mary, it's been a pleasure.

- Thanks for dinner. - Anytime.

That's it? No kiss? Nothing.

Oh. Mrs. Jones. Hey.

Yeah, come on in.

Yeah, I usually don't see anyone this late,

but I like the sound of your voice.

You like my voice, huh?

Get on your fucking knees.

I said get on your fucking knees!

Wha... What do you...?

Open your mouth.

Wider.

Yeah.

You like that?

Does that taste good?

Do you like that, Charlie? Oh, I think you do.

I think you like it a lot.

You terrorize women and children, don't you?

Answer me!

Do you fucking know why I'm here?!

You know exactly why I'm here.

Oh, Charlie, I think you do.

You see, I understand.

Because I have an ex.

And he thinks he owns me.

And he thinks if he can't have me,

then he wants to destroy me.

Yeah.

And so now he takes it out on our kid.

Makes up lies about me.

If I hear one more story about you,

I'm gonna pay another visit, Charlie.

Do you understand?

Do you fucking understand?

Yeah.

Mary?

Yeah, I'm here.

Oh. What are we drinking to?

You're not going to believe it.

Charlie dropped everything.

Just like that.

What?

Yeah. It's almost creepy.

I wonder why the sudden change of heart.

Hmm.

I have no idea.

I don't give a fuck either.

First time is like a drug.

Feels so fucking good.

Can't wait for the next one.

And then the next one and the next one.

Until you can barely feel the rush anymore.

You're not starting to not feel the rush anymore,

are you, Mary?

'Cause that's what gives you the edge.

Let's just see what he's got.

Oh.

No dessert?

- Uh, not today. - Okay.

Check?

Delicious.

Thank you.

No, no, no. I got it. I got it. I got it.

Okay. Mm.

What shall we drink to?

To our independence.

Hmm.

Well, you certainly turned things around.

Hmm.

All right.

Let's get the hell out of here.

I-I don't understand this.

H-He was doing so great.

He was doing better, but lately he's been falling behind.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

- Mrs. Price... - Don't call me that.

And we know this has nothing to do with Johnny.

This has everything to do with his father.

You have no idea what this is like for me.

They judge me because of his father.

They judge me because I'm a single mom.

I'm a single mom, Mrs...

Mary.

Oh, was your husband gunned down in broad daylight, too?

Is he in the ground?

Is the whole fucking town whispering about you?

You women here are all so fucking righteous.

Maybe this isn't the right school for Johnny.

A private school, maybe.

My son has every right to be at this school.

I understand. I really do.

I understand how hard it can be.

Especially on a teacher's salary.

Got it.

I get it.

You know...

I have been meaning to

donate to the teachers' fund.

Very generous, Mary.

Thank you. It'll go a long way.

You know, I get it.

I really do.

I even respect it, up to a point.

But...

if you ever use my son again...

...I'm coming for you.

Now, you have a nice day.

Where are you going?

Come on.

Hey. Can I get, uh, two shots of whiskey?

Thank you.

Okay, here we go.

Here we go.

Yes, yes.

There she goes.

Come on, Ta-Ta For Now. Yes, yes, yes.

Come on, girl.

Yes, baby, that's right. Come on.

There you go. Come on, now.

Go, go, go. Yes, yes, yes! Yes!

Yeah!

Yes.

Ta-Ta For Now.

I won again.

Yeah.

I'm not much of a betting kind of guy.

Oh, I'll bet you are.

I see you did all right.

Yeah, well, I have a whole system.

You see, I look for the horse with the smallest dick

and the longest odds.

Horse with a small dick tries harder.

And it doesn't get in the way of his stride.

I'm serious. It's true.

Just like men.

It's always the guys with the smallest dick

that just won't quit.

Just like high school.

Look.

You got dealt a shit hand, Mary.

I get what you're doing and why you're doing it, and...

...and you're smart.

But sooner or later, even the smart ones go down.

So, like they say,

you should quit while you're ahead.

Oh.

And you would just let me walk away?

No, I... I don't quit.

But you can.

- Salud. - Salud.

So?

So?

Mary, look at these fucking people.

You know, they get dressed, they come here, they eat,

barely look at each other, don't talk.

Go home, fuck.

Or not fuck.

This is all bullshit.

You see, you and I, right?

We plan. We plan things.

These are idiots.

The sheep. Mediocrity.

Well, now you remind me of my husband.

Only with better style.

So really, why-why are we here?

Is it the place down the street?

You're sitting in it.

A fucking restaurant?

That guy, he owns all the top restaurants in town.

This one's his flagship.

Keeps all the cash on-site.

Only makes one deposit a week.

It's a big fucking deposit.

Like, how big are we talking?

He has his own private armored transport company.

There's only two-two guards.

They'll never expect it.

And he won't report it.

- Bullshit. - He can't.

Too many questions.

All of his cash-paying clientele, high rollers hiding.

Anti-gang police would love to be all over this place.

Frenchie. Delicious as usual.

- What? - Some desserts

with my compliments.

- Oh. - Oh, my goodness.

Merci beaucoup.

You're welcome.

Another business associate?

Yeah. Except this time, he's not in on it.

I'm not hiding anything this time.

Swear on my mother.

And why should we trust

a man who steals from his own partner?

You shouldn't.

Shouldn't trust anyone. That's one thing I've learned.

The only thing you should ask yourself is:

Is it worth the risk?

Can I give you a ride home this time?

- Maybe. - Thank you, brother.

Have a good night.

Come on, let me give you a ride.

Come on.

Here you go.

- Hey. - Hey.

I want you to know that I heard you.

But I need this one.

Really?

I will find out who you are, and I will kill you.

I will kill you, and then I will kill your family!

Hey, man, if you don't shut the fuck up,

I'm gonna bring Mary and her machine gun back.

Mary?

- Machine Gun Mary? - Yeah.

Machine Gun Mary.

- Ah, it's an honor. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Machine Gun Mary. - Please come back for dinner.

- That's right. - On the house.

And out of respect,

I will not kill you if you bring back one of the bags.

What the fuck?

You opened your fucking mouth.

Now he knows who we all are. All right?

Well, you-you know him. What the fuck is going on?

Now I got to give him a bag back,

because he'll have all our fucking necks, okay?

And it's coming out of your cut, jackass.

Got any more fucking bright ideas?

Bright ideas?

That's two fucking jobs now with nobody coming after us.

No thanks to you, genius.

Go, Mary!

Hmm. Long night?

Oh, I'm s-- I'm so sorry, Louise.

You know what? Listen, just-- It's late. Stay the night.

I'll make up the guest room, okay?

Mm, that explains a lot.

I guess some of them like it kinky.

Like a fantasy thing or something?

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be nosy.

I just... I thought I saw something fall.

No, no. I'm just, um... You know what?

I'm-I'm gonna go make up the guest room. Okay?

Mm, okay.

He had his vocab test.

Oh, and then they have the history paper due.

- Mm-hmm. - Did you finish

your history paper?

No? Not yet? You better get on that.

Speaking of. Johnny!

Let's go, baby.

I don't know where he is this morning.

- I don't know. - I don't want you guys

to be late. I want to make sure

you get there on time today.

You don't look very hungry. Shake a leg, Johnny! Let's go!

Come on, Marion. Let's go get ready for school.

Louise.

- Go. - Bye.

Louise. Louise, please.

We'll talk later, Mary.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're a bank robber?

Technically, only one bank.

And a few trucks.

And a restaurant.

- Oh, my God. - I know.

It-it just kind of happened.

It just kind of happens when you sleep with your boss, Mary.

Not when you rob a bank.

Oh, wow. That must have been...

- A rush? - Yeah.

Yeah, it is, Louise.

It really is.

It's a huge rush.

You got to stop.

You have to.

Nobody gets away with that clean.

You got to stop.

Hey.

Think about Johnny.

He already lost his father, Mary.

Yeah, I know.

That's all I'm thinking about.

I am.

And I will.

Soon.

I really need you on this one, Mary.

People see you with that gun, and they freeze up.

It fucks with their heads.

The guards don't even know what to do.

Nobody wants to shoot a woman.

Before they know what hit 'em, we're back in the van.

And this is a big score.

The biggest score.

How much is enough, Sean?

I-- You know what? I can't.

All right? I just-- I can't.

I got into this for Johnny,

and I have to get out of it for him now.

You're right.

Right, right. You're right. You're right.

I don't know what I was thinking.

You're...

You got Johnny. It's, um...

You're right. I know you're right.

You've got something.

You've got something special.

Mary, you got something real.

You know?

Y-You...

I have nobody.

You got me and Johnny, Sean.

...further analysis of the security footage

at multiple crime scenes and through psychological profile,

the police have determined that in fact

the suspect known as Machine Gun Mary

is a man and not a woman.

They always blame the woman first.

And now we'll go to our beautiful Kelly

for our weather forecast.

Kelly?

Den.

Hey. Yeah.

I'm watching.

I'm in.

Fuck you doing, dude?

Where the fuck is she? We got another stop to make.

She's coming.

What the fuck's going on?

What's fucking going on, bro?

What the fuck is she doing?

Just relax. She's coming.

The fuck you relax.

- She's coming. - She ain't fucking coming.

Yeah, go fucking look for her. Do something.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Everybody, down on the floor now!

On the floor now!

Hands and phones where I can see 'em!

Hands and phones! Hands and phones!

Get 'em up! Get down!

Hands in the air!

Hands and phones in the air!

Don't be a hero and die over this fucking bank.

They don't give a fuck about you.

Everybody, be cool.

We all know where you live.

We have your addresses. We got your telephone numbers.

We know how many fucking kids you have.

Keep your eyes down.

Keep your eyes down.

Don't fucking look at me.

- Come on. - Keep your eyes down.

Keep your eyes down.

Got me?

That's it. Don't fucking look at me.

It's been sheer chaos

in this normally peaceful neighborhood,

where, a short while ago, there was a report

of a silent alarm.

It's believed the Machine Gun Mary gang is inside the bank.

- They know we're out here? - I don't think so.

It was a silent alarm.

Hey.

Let's, uh, keep everybody out of the way.

Set up a perimeter.

We don't want a hostage situation.

- We'll take it from here. - Okay.

So keep these, okay? So I'm--

Here, let me take this. I'll take this, okay?

They've got nowhere to run.

- Okay. Are we good? - Yeah.

Okay. Everybody on my command, okay?

Stay steady.

Keep your fucking eyes down! Don't fucking look at me!

Keep your eyes down, your hands up!

Hands and phones!

Hands and ph--

The fuck are you doing?

Get over here. Get on the floor.

I would never kill a woman, but I will fucking kneecap one.

So don't try any shit, sister. All right?

The fuck are you doing?

Everybody, be cool.

Sit. Stay right there.

That's right. You just stay right where you are.

All right, time!

Time!

Time's up, motherfuckers! We're going! We're out!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Why aren't we moving? - Shh!

Come out!

- You're surrounded. - Fuck.

Silent alarm.

Come on out.

Fuck it. Let's go.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

- I'll cover youse, all right? - Okay, okay.

Ah, fuck!

Open the fucking door!

Come out.

I am not going to fucking prison.

I am not going to fucking prison.

You're surrounded.

It's done.

Come on.

It's over.

Oh, God, no.

Got her.

Friend of the family?

No, not really. I'm just paying my respects.

'Cause I didn't see you at Sean's funeral.

Yeah, that was out of respect, too.

Why would a family man

do something like that, you suppose?

Maybe he thought he had no other choice.

Maybe...

he decided it was worth the risk.

Just like you.

But for more money.

Nah, there are always choices, Mary.

You fooled us.

Mary. Mary.

You outsmarted all of us.

Nah.

Nothing smart about the things I've done.

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