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Anna? We need you to get in the van.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Help!

Somebody help!

They're kidnapping me!

Please stop!

I'm being kidnapped! Somebody help me!

Help! Help! Please, let me go!

How did I get here?

Let's rewind.

I have the American Dream--

a house in the suburbs, two children.

Are you smaller than a shoe?

Yes, I am smaller than a shoe.

Are you loud or quiet?

I am very, very quiet.

Three questions left.

I lost the love of my life in a car accident.

A few years later, I met Kyle.

Kyle proposed.

We moved in,

and I thought maybe, just maybe,

I had another shot at my happily-ever-after.

-Are you an insect? -Yes.

Do you bite?

Yes.

Are you an ant?

Yeah!

I am. Good job.

Where's Kyle?

He's, uh... probably on his way.

Okay. Who wants chicken fingers?

I do!

"The footmen jumped aboard

and they raced off to the castle,

where Cinderella and her Prince lived happily ever after.

The end."

That was a good story.

Yeah, it was.

Okay. Bedtime.

And you, homework. Okay?

And leave it out, so I can check it, please.

Goodnight, John Christopher.

Goodnight, kiddo.

Let's get you in bed.

Goodnight. I love you.

Goodnight, Mom.

Love you, too.

It's late.

Sorry.

There were meetings.

Kids asleep?

Hungry?

Mm. Grabbed something on the way home.

The bank called. The check bounced.

I'll take care of it.

Mom?

Wait here.

Anna!

Anna, wait.

What is wrong with you?

You asked me to marry you.

I know!

I just... we were--

I can do better.

I can be better.

No. You can't.

Anna.

Let's go, kids.

Bye, Kyle.

I should have known better.

There's no such thing as happily ever after.

When I left home at 15,

my cousin Letty

was the only one who understood.

She was successful,

a business owner.

Not exactly a fairy godmother.

Okay, kids.

Letty, it's me!

Open up!

Hi, Letty.

Hey, kids.

What happened?

Sharron.

Take the couch.

Okay, go on.

Not much on here.

Well, uh, what you can't see

are the two kids

and the amount of work that it takes to raise them

after their dad passed.

I'm an excellent multi-tasker

with top-of-the-line management skills.

I can do laundry, check homework,

break up a fight, cook a meatloaf,

and play a game of 20 Questions

all at the same time.

True story.

Mm-hmm.

I'm great with people.

Memory like an elephant,

and when I make up my mind to do something,

I get it done.

Education?

Uh, well, I-I, uh, I left home early,

so, uh, no.

I didn't quite finish high school.

Computer proficiency?

Power Point?

Video editing?

Wordpress?

You know...

you could always come work for me.

-No. -Why not?

There's no shame in it.

It's the oldest profession in the world.

It's illegal.

It's a living.

Mom, come play.

You'd rather wait tables for $2.13 an hour?

Good luck raising your kids on that,

and you can't stay with me forever.

Yeah, well...

I'll figure something out.

What if you didn't have to touch anyone?

You could work the front desk, do some scheduling,

housekeeping...

be my eyes and ears.

Still no. Not going to jail.

I've been doing this 15 years. I haven't spent a day in prison.

Haven't even come close.

You know what I've learnt?

Men make all the rules.

They get what they want whenever they want it.

But there's one thing they always want

that we don't have to give them.

We can make them pay for it.

Make the system work for us.

Think about it.

Mom.

Who's ready for a tickle fight?

Thank you, Mom.

Restroom.

Massage room one, two,

three, four.

Waiting area, reception desk.

Well?

What do you think?

It's, uh... nice.

-Right? -Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay. Let's go.

Employees, line one.

Regulars, line two.

Outside, line three.

Cash only, paid up front.

Girls negotiate their own tips.

Okay. Half-hour, hour.

Bubble bath.

What about the, uh...

special services?

If anyone ever asks you for special services...

He's a cop.

If he asks too many questions...

He's a cop.

And if you just don't know...

Assume he's a cop.

Send him to room four. Joy loves cops.

She does. She loves cops.

-Okay. Lesson one.

No amount of money is worth your freedom.

-Okay. -Oof. Ain't that the truth.

Anna, I'm Arthur.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Call me Art. Nice to meet you.

He's my accountant and lawyer.

Extraordinaire.

Okay.

I keep this place on the up and up,

so if you have any questions, don't hesitate.

I'm around here all the time.

All the time.

-Okay, good. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you, too.

I like her, Letty.

Thursday?

Okay, do how do you...

Don't make me miss you.

Do you want stickers, or...

Thursday.

Are you the cousin?

Hey. I'm Anna.

Welcome to the family, mamacita.

Bethany! Marjie!

Get your asses in here and say hi to the new girl.

I'm Tina.

Nice to meet you.

-This is Marjie. -Pleasure to meet you.

-Bethany. -Hi. I'm Bethany.

-Lovely to meet you. -Anna.

Okay, all right, everybody, back to work, back to work.

We'll talk later. You got kids?

I have two.

I got kids! We should hang out. Call me.

I'll teach you everything I know.

-After work. -All right.

Anna.

This is where you're gonna start, okay?

Yeah.

Restrooms. Massage room one, two, three, and four.

I thought I'd hate it,

but would you believe it--

I found something I was good at.

Tina and Bethany available at that 11:00 time.

I made it my business

to know everything about everyone--

both the girls and the clients.

Birthdays, anniversaries,

kids' names, places of employment.

I updated our scheduling system so it ran without a hitch.

Girls, I'm having a dry cleaning.

Letty employed them, but it was more than that.

They needed someone in their life

to take care of them.

They'd been abused, abandoned, and let down.

They needed family and friends...

and so did I.

-Sit. Have one.

* Happy birthday to you

I took care of them and they took care of me.

We were in it together.

* ...Tina

Make a wish!

Deep thoughts, kiddo?

How much longer do we have to stay here?

This bed is way too small for three people.

We'll get our own place

as soon as I've got enough money saved up. Okay?

Okay.

I got a plan.

Mm.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Try to get some sleep, okay?

-Okay. -Okay.

You've never seen so much complaining in your life.

It's a nightmare, I'm telling you.

Hello.

Ohh. I'd really hoped we'd seen the last of "Enema Man".

"Enema Man"?

What's-- What's that even mean?

Well... you'll see.

Um, can I show you guys something?

Although we were all making money,

we weren't making enough,

and I wanted better for myself,

the girls, and my kids.

Okay, so, I was going over the books--

Who told you to do that?

No one. I was just trying to help

and thinking about how to increase profit margins.

Good on you. Let's hear it.

Okay. So, we do great business on Saturdays, right?

Between 4:00 and 9:00,

we make anywhere between $800 to $1,500, on average,

but we're still competing against

every other massage parlor on the street--

-there's six, by the way. -I'm aware.

But, on Sundays, only Big Freddie's is open,

and that's from 10:00 to 2:00.

So we could open from noon to 6:00

and charge a premium.

If business is good,

I mean, we could increase our weekly profits by 30%.

"Our"?

Your.

I like it.

I don't.

Wait. Why not?

You get greedy, you get pinched.

It's not greed, it's... it's expansion.

Don't ask me again.

Hmm. I'll talk to her.

Speaking of expansion--

you might want to grab an extra bottle of bleach.

Why?

Enema man--

so this was my life.

I was as far away from the American Dream

as I could get.

They're so cute.

Mira.

Is that Marjie?

Hey, Marjie!

Oh.

Well...

I guess she's too fancy for us now.

Enema Man was her breaking point.

I don't get it.

There's what I do at the parlor--

$40 to $60 a pop--

then there's what she does now.

How much?

Thousand an hour?

-What? -Minimum.

Maybe more. She's "A"-list now.

I was making that kind of cash,

I would leave my Hector tomorrow.

He gets so emotional, you know?

Maybe I could go back to school.

Put some savings away for the kids.

Hmm.

Buy a few investment properties,

like a real boss.

What's going on in that brain of yours?

Hi. Do you have an appointment?

I, uh...

-What's your name? -Is Tina here?

I actually sent her out to run a few errands--

I know she's here!

I can smell her perfume!

I know she's with someone.

I know what she does.

Okay. She is one of our best masseuses.

Is she with someone now?

I want to see her! And him!

Out here! Right now!

Okay.

Whoa.

Tina!

Tina! Come out here right now!

Shame on you.

Give that to me.

What? Shame on me?

Yeah, Tina said you were smart,

that you were a hard-working man.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You have two great kids!

And you want to come into your wife's place of employment

with a gun

and accuse her of doing something inappropriate?

Are you stupid? Are you?

No.

Are you crazy?

No! I just wasn't--

...Thinking! Yes, that's right.

You weren't thinking, but that's okay,

'cause I'm gonna think for the both of us, okay?

Now, give me the gun before you ruin your life.

Come on, I don't have all day, all right?

So give me the gun before I call the cops

and tell them that Hector Mendoza's a psychopath

-and he-- -I'm not a psychopath.

Don't make me count to three, okay?

One...

Two...

Chill out! Chill out!

Chill! You all right?

What the hell were you thinking?

It's not that big of a deal.

What are you talking about?

Calling the cops is a huge deal!

Tina never should have done that.

She's fired.

Whoa! Can we just think about this rationally?

There were gunshots.

What the hell was she supposed to do?

Not call the cops!

Now we're on their radar.

I got a whole department wanting massages for 25% off.

That's the last thing we need!

Why'd you even open the door in the first place?

I thought he was a customer and we needed the money.

We always need the money

because you refuse to update

and modernize your business practices.

Just because you read a book

doesn't mean you know how to run a business, Anna.

It's common sense. Okay?

If we charged a premium,

we would have higher-quality clients,

the girls would work less,

and we wouldn't have to hustle for every single dime.

I mean, Enema Man?

One point Anna.

Look, I've run the numbers, okay?

Work smarter not harder.

We could do so much for ourselves,

for the girls, for everyone,

if we just make a few changes.

I like this. Two points Anna.

Goodnight, Arthur.

Yep. Goodnight.

Good luck.

So you think you can do better?

I think the girls can do better.

And I think you can do better.

I like my place.

I can afford my place.

It's people like you

who think too big and aim too high

that end up in prison.

Don't fire Tina.

It's already done.

Well, then, if she goes,

I go.

Fine.

Fine.

I was at rock bottom.

No money, no job,

and was about to be thrown out on the street

with my kids.

So what do we do now?

We could be secretaries.

Yeah.

I'd let you come stay with us,

but me and the kids are back living with my mother.

Look.

Letty won't tell you this,

but in the six months that you worked there,

things have never run smoother--

except that last part.

-Really? -Art said so every day.

Milo! Celeste!

Vamonos.

Why don't you open your own business?

Seriously?

Why not?

I'd come work for you.

Think about it.

See you around.

Yeah.

Ándale, mijitos.

Let's go.

And that's when I decided

I had to take a leap.

I had nothing to lose.

Hey, Art? It's me.

I have a crazy idea.

Well, kids.

What do you think?

It's gross.

Smells like poop.

No, John Christopher. This smells like potential.

I see it.

Oh, by the way, you're it.

I started my business with a $5,000 loan from Arthur

and what I'd learned from my cousin,

but I wasn't going to have my girls

service nobodies for pennies a pop.

They were going to get paid what they were worth.

We were going to be the ones in control.

We were going to be exclusive.

Anna Christine, ladies and gentlemen!

If I was going to be the best,

I had to hire the best.

Look at you!

We're gonna do it.

Do you have boyfriends?

Tina told her friends, who told their friends,

and so on.

The girls knew me, liked me, and wanted to work for me.

I made it a point to interview every last one of them.

Do you do drugs?

First rule. No drugs.

But I was tough.

Do you drink? Smoke? Party?

Never.

This is a temple.

Husband? Boyfriend? Lover?

No man alive that lucky.

Second rule? No boyfriends.

-How tall are you? -I'm 6'1".

70% legs

and the rest is boobs and attitude.

She's great.

Victoria?

Oh...

Vicky. A "Victoria" would have nicer shoes.

Thank you.

Vicky Grant.

I liked her right away.

So tell me about you.

What do I need to know?

Well, I left home when I was 15 for reasons I won't get into,

but you know who JR is?

I'm gonna be like him,

but, like, the female version of him.

I believe in playing for keeps

and the best revenge is living well.

But just because I'm a runaway doesn't mean I'm stupid.

I'm putting myself through school.

I'm a sophomore.

English Lit with a business minor,

but that tuition is a beast.

John Christopher.

Hey, kiddos, I'm working. I'm so sorry.

-Does that mean I'm it? -Mm-hmm.

After a week,

I put together

the hottest, sexiest group of girls in New York.

Once you get the girls, you get the clients.

The market comes

through networking on the beat, on your feet,

but not on the streets.

That was low-class.

I wanted the high-rollers.

Drivers were an easy way in.

Their clients were always rich and looking for a pretty girl.

Give them a cut, and they'll do you a solid.

All my girls got makeovers from the top down.

They had to be the best version of themselves.

And so did I.

No expense spared.

And then we beat the openings, the galleries,

exclusive parties in the Hamptons.

* Girls on top

* Looking hot Hot, hot, hot *

Everyone wanted to know who we were,

but I wasn't interested in everyone.

I wanted the best.

* Feels so good...

I had an eye for picking out the millionaires in the room,

but I wasn't interested in seven-figure guys.

I wanted eight- and nine-figure guys.

Men with real money.

Billionaires.

* ...And the moon is up...

I gave them a tease,

and suddenly,

I was in business...

...or so I thought.

Empire Elite Consulting. This is Anna. How can I--

Yeah. I know it's late, kiddos.

I'll be home soon to tuck you in, okay?

It had been a week since we hit our last event

and no one had called.

I was almost out of cash

and beginning to think I'd made a huge mistake.

Kids.

John Christopher, I thought I told you that I was on my w--

Yes, this is Anna. How can I help you?

Edward. Of course, I remember you.

So, tell me, if I could conjure up your dream girl,

what would she look like, and what would she do for you?

And I have the perfect one for you.

She's one of my A-List girls.

College. Smart.

Beautiful.

Let me just check her availability.

With my first client, I played it like Studio 54.

You know how, like, in the early days,

there'd be a line outside,

but inside the club would be empty?

Well, that created demand.

It made clients--

especially those hedge-fund guys

who always got what they wanted--

want it more.

Well, unfortunately, she makes her own schedule

and she has exams coming up so she's unavailable,

but I do have another girl--

You're free to call back.

In the next few days, something might've opened up,

but I honestly-- I can't guarantee anything.

My girls don't work for me. I work for them.

Bye-bye.

It was the biggest gamble of my life.

Empire Elite Consulting.

This is Anna. How can I help you?

Edward.

I'm so happy you called back.

Actually, Friday cleared up and Vicky's available,

if you'd like to see her.

Remember, he specifically requested a college girl,

so when in doubt, talk school, literature.

He'll love it.

Presidential Suite?

Only the best for the best.

That's him.

Edward Franklin, age 54.

Pharmaceutical CEO.

Net worth: 376 million.

Alias: Big Pharma.

He summers every year in the Hamptons

and has a yacht named "The Antoinetta".

Make me proud.

Edward.

Hi.

This is Victoria.

Lovely.

Well, I've got some calls to make.

You two enjoy each other.

Drink?

Water. Sparkling.

Very good.

I heard a rumor.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

That you have a yacht.

"The Antoinetta"?

As in the "Bertha Antoinetta Mason"?

Jane Eyre?

Very good.

Sounds dangerous.

I like it.

Did you two enjoy each other?

I'll be back in town in a month...

...if she has room on her schedule.

Absolutely.

And just like that...

I had my first regular.

No. That's your first semester.

Thank you.

Elite Consulting, this is Anna. Can you please hold?

Yes. When are you in town?

It only took a few satisfied customers

to spread the word.

One client became two,

two became three--

a dozen.

Everyone knew I had the best girls

and everyone wanted in,

but I refused to just take anyone.

Quality over quantity.

I screened every client.

I knew who they were,

what they did for a living,

and most importantly, what they were worth.

Each had an alias,

and I matched them perfectly to each girl.

And, like my girls, I only worked with the best--

no drunks, druggies, wife-beaters, or degenerates.

They paid in cash by the hour--

two-hour, $2,000 minimum.

Business started booming.

I had a standard 50% cut,

and my clients trusted my discretion.

Six months later,

me and the kids moved into our new house--

the perfect house--

a place of our own--

excited and happy.

Where's my room, Uncle Art?

Well, I don't know, buddy. Maybe we should go look.

Here we go! Let's go!

Everything their father would have given them

if he could have.

Safe neighborhood, big backyard,

one of the best school districts

in the country.

We were on our way to the American Dream.

I love you.

I love you, too, kiddo.

But it wasn't all perfect.

I remembered what Letty said and I was always on edge.

Hell, I had almost $900,000 in cash

upstairs in shoe boxes

because I couldn't risk opening up a bank account.

Admit it. I had great ideas.

Why didn't you just try one new thing?

Ohh. Maybe I should've.

You definitely should've,

because, I mean...

I'm happy for you.

You deserve it.

-I had to shut down. -Why?

It wasn't because of the Hector thing, was it?

I think the Feds may have been onto me.

Getting close, anyway.

How'd you know?

Just a feeling.

Too many hung-up calls.

Cars I didn't recognize, driving by too slow.

Too often.

That's partly why I couldn't branch out.

Didn't know if I was being watched.

Well, why didn't you say anything?

Mm. My business, my problem.

Well, I mean, if you need some extra cash,

you can, uh, you can always come work for me.

You can't afford me.

I'll think about it.

And just like that, my team was complete.

There you go, sweetheart.

Hey, Mom.

Hi, beautiful girl.

Welcome to my double life.

On the weekdays,

my children were off to school by 7:00.

My daughter rode horses and my son played soccer.

As for my business, I ran it like a Fortune 500.

I ran it clean, honest, and fair.

I shut my phone off on Friday night

and never worked a weekend unless there was a problem.

I even opened a nail salon as a front

to keep things legal--

well, legal-ish.

And to give my kids something to say

when people asked what I did for a living.

Vicky and Tina were my first paying customers.

All right, so, I'm gonna be at your game,

but Ms. Robbie's gonna give you a ride there, okay?

Okay.

I love you. Hey! Learn something today.

Bye, honey.

I owe you so much. Thank you.

Oh. And here are some snacks for half-time.

Perfect.

Oh. How many raffle tickets did you want this year?

Uh... a thousand.

Anything for the Eastside Eagles, right?

Yeah.

All right, thank you, honey.

-I appreciate it. -See ya.

Bye.

Oh! So sorry.

Once or twice a month,

I'd go into the city to do business.

I never knew what to expect,

but, honestly,

I stopped being surprised a long time ago.

That's him.

Go get him, girls.

Adam Saltzmeyer. Age 41.

Hedge fund manager at Clark & Darrow.

Net worth: half a billion.

Alias: Amber Alert.

-What are you doing? -Shut up.

What's going on? Who are you guys?

-Tell me you've been naughty! -Let's go.

Someone's been naughty!

And he has a bad peepee.

I have a bad peepee.

There was no sex.

Just the thrill of getting abducted

and slapped around

by two of my "A"-list girls for an hour.

Fee? $5,000. Cash.

Tell me you've been naughty! Oh, ho, ho!

How bad?

Oh! Real bad!

-Here it is! -You've got this!

Whoo!

Let's support each other out there!

Mom! You're, like, so late.

I know. I'm sorry. What did I miss?

Well, John Christopher scored.

-Yes! -Yeah.

Come on, honey!

What are these?

College, mom.

Mr. Colson says we have to start thinking early.

That reminds me.

Yeah.

Raffle tickets.

-Oh, thank you. -By the way...

the other moms are convinced you just buy them up yourself.

Not true. I never cheat!

I do things fair and square.

Oh, wait-- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--

oh, oh, oh! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Thank you.

I was always looking for new girls,

and had my pick of the best.

But the best wasn't good enough.

They had to be unique.

Fresh.

Special.

Have her come see me when she gets a chance.

Thanks.

Even when looking for new girls,

I made a point to take care of my older ones.

We were a family, after all.

Hey.

Sit.

Anna, what's all this?

There's more.

Ohh.

Oh, my god. Anna.

You shouldn't have.

Here. Let me put it on.

You started working for me five years ago today.

You were my first girl to ever book a job

and you are still my number-one girl.

To you.

To us.

Mm. This looks good on me, right?

Really good.

Hey, what do you think about that waitress over there?

You can do better, Anna.

Hmm.

You wanted to see me?

Can I help you?

We can help each other.

Cassidy...

sit.

I'm--

I know.

I know who you are and I think I know what you do.

You think?

People whisper about it.

I'm not judging.

It just seems so...

Everyone that you talk to

is so fancy.

-Where're you from? -Spokane.

You're a terrible waitress.

Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

What do you want in life, Spokane?

I'm still trying to figure it out.

Well, you know what I do,

so let me work for you.

Me?

Really?

I--

No.

I couldn't.

Squeamish? Shy?

-No. No. -Drugs?

Boyfriend?

No.

You're perfect.

There's a few things

your mother probably never told you, Spokane.

Being young and beautiful is a privilege.

It doesn't last long,

but if you're smart,

you can cash in and make it work for you.

Men make all the rules.

They get what they want when they want it,

but there's always one thing they want

that we don't have to give them.

We can make them pay for it.

Make the system work for us

and claim our little slice of the American Dream.

How much money could I make?

Anna?

Simone Stepien.

You've heard of me and I've heard of you.

Right.

Hi.

I think you and I could be

mutually beneficial to each other.

If you're looking to expand into the European market,

give me call.

I don't usually work with other people.

Neither do I.

But in your case, I'd make an exception.

Your reputation precedes you.

I'll be stateside again in a few months.

Think about it,

and if you change your mind, give me call.

The waitress--

I had my eye on her, too.

Excellent choice.

That's it?

It's the same as last month.

Slightly down from the month before,

holding steady all year.

What's the problem?

The problem is, is there's no growth, Art.

The business has been flat for two years.

It's not good enough.

Simone Stepien approached me.

Anna.

Maybe it's time to shake things up a little.

Arthur...

tell her no.

Why no? I've got clients who travel to Europe all the time,

she's got clients that travel here.

We could be mutually beneficial to each other.

International clients are tricky.

You got the DHS to worry about.

We don't know where the money is coming from,

so if we slip up, you could be dealing with real time.

Federal-- I would advise against it.

Me too.

Letty, you advise against everything.

If I listened to you, I'd still be wiping

you-know-what off the floor of a rub-and-tug.

You know how much Harvard costs? Penn? Yale?

Look, Mia's looking.

John Christopher's gonna be 18 before we know it.

Scholarships, Anna.

I can't count on that,

and you try raising two kids alone

Hell, I got a Sweet 16 that's probably gonna cost me 30 grand.

My expenses are going up, not down.

Just check her out.

If she's legit,

there's no harm in having a conversation.

Anna, you're already rich.

What have I always told you?

No amount of money is worth your freedom.

I'll look into it.

A little extra cash wouldn't hurt anyone.

You know how my wife is.

Thanks.

Any time.

All right?

Bitches, listen.

I need some advice, all right?

So I have this client--

he's rich, he's fly, he ain't got no kids,

but he has the worst thing.

-Long nails? -Nope.

-A sweaty, hairy ass? -Girl, no.

It does start with an "H" though.

Halitosis.

Halitosis!

Ding-ding-ding-ding. So what do I do?

Okay, ladies.

This is Cassidy.

Hi.

You hiring virgins now, Anna?

I'm not a virgin.

That's Vicky. Ignore her!

She's just jealous

because she's not the fresh face anymore.

You got nice lips.

I'm gonna make them pop.

So what do I do about his stank breath, though?

This is serious.

Mint trick.

What's that?

Like so.

* Calling out for answers

* Now we finally know

* That love makes the world go 'round *

* Forever we'll be dancin'

* Turnin' every stone

Whoo!

You know what happens next.

He'll be so distracted by the tingling downstairs

that he won't have time to be offended.

And when you make your way back upstairs...

...minty fresh.

Yeah!

How did I not know about this?

I don't know.

Did you know about this?

Wow.

I like it.

That's why they keep calling for you, baby.

They pop.

* I feel good from my head to my toes *

* So I smile everywhere that I go *

And that was us.

One happy family.

I took my business online

before most madams ever thought of it.

We did glamour shots like we were models

every few months,

and I'd rent out the Presidential Suite

for the night,

which gave us all a chance to catch up.

Everyone was doing well.

Tina had bought

some rental properties in Florida.

Vicky had finished her MBA, which I paid for.

Big Lola had plans to open up a dungeon.

But we could always do better.

Hey. Don't be nervous, okay?

I have the perfect first job for you.

Don't worry.

There's none of that. Okay?

Ten minutes, and you'll walk away

with two grand in your pocket.

Okay, baby. We got you.

Looking good, mama.

Smile.

Two grand in 10 minutes?

-What job is that? -"Halloweenie."

That's my client.

Was your client.

With your old ass.

Look, he requested someone new, okay?

Happens all the time. Don't take it personal.

She is going to make us a lot of money.

We're gonna make her a lot of money.

We're gonna give her a life she never thought possible.

I like her.

She reminds me of me.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Oh, gosh!

It's so creepy

and I'm all alone!

What's going on?

Someone?

Anyone?

I'm so scared!

I vant to suck your bloo-oo-ood!

Carlton Wellings.

Age 76.

He made his fortune in early horror movies.

Net worth: 200 million.

Alias: Halloweenie.

Well?

How was it?

Good, I think.

Lunch is on you, Spokane.

I, uh, never forget a face...

...especially one that almost put me in the hospital.

I didn't catch your name. Owen.

Anna. Hi.

Hi.

Is that one yours?

-Yeah. -She looks comfortable.

How long did that take?

Five years? Six, maybe.

My wife used to ride.

Before she passed,

I promised her I'd get Emma into it.

My kid has no interest in doing what Mom wanted.

She wants to play the violin.

What, she can't do both?

You ever heard an 8-year-old play the violin?

Well, uh... here.

If you have any questions,

Mia could always give Emma some pointers.

By the way, this is not me hitting on you.

Oh, by the way, that would be fine if it was.

Sorry, I need to get this.

Sure.

Mark, how are you?

Are you sure you don't want to reschedule?

Mia! Mia, are you okay?

Baby, are you okay?

Mom...

Hey, hey. What's wrong, baby? What's wrong?

Hey, you okay?

Is it your ankle?

Okay, here. Let me help you up.

Come on.

Grab onto me, baby.

It really hurts.

Okay, apply more pressure on me, baby.

Oh, well, now she hates horses. Lovely.

It's a good thing it's just a sprained ankle.

Mm.

Take a look.

Who's Meredith Prisker,

and why is she a third of my party budget?

You need a DJ.

For seven grand, I'll be the DJ.

Ow.

This is Anna.

Anna, it's Dymitri.

Dymitri.

How are you?

Dymitri Polokov, age 49.

Heir to an oil fortune

and son of a prominent member of the Russian mob.

Net worth: 3.6 billion.

Alias: The Russian James Bond.

Is everything all right?

Everything is very good.

So busy.

I need to cancel with Vicky.

She'll be sorry to hear that.

Give me a call when things calm down.

What?

That was my third cancellation for Vicky

in the past few days.

Third.

Who?

Strikeout, Cowboy, and Russian James Bond.

Hi, Anna.

Hey, Vicky.

Sorry to call so late. You have a minute?

-Yeah, of course. -Well, I'm sorry

to do this to you, but I, uh...

I have another cancellation for you.

That's too bad.

You know, maybe I should

just take a vacation for a few days.

It's never a coincidence

when clients start canceling one after the other--

especially when they've booked the same girl

and don't reschedule.

I knew what was up.

A vacation? Yeah, you know what?

You might as well, right?

What's wrong?

She was my first girl.

My best girl.

We were in this from the beginning

and this is what she does to me?

Well, she's not as young as she used to be.

I'm sure she has her reasons.

I put her through college.

Okay.

Don't do anything crazy.

I need to make a point.

I mean, who the hell does she think she is?

I was the co-signer on Vicky's first condo

and had a set of back-up keys.

When I knew she'd be out,

I let myself in.

Just what I thought.

She was getting clients to cancel with me,

seeing them anyway,

and taking all the money for herself--

the classic workaround.

Bitch.

She also owed me 16 grand.

Rule number three?

Don't mess with my money.

This is Anna.

All right, honey.

Lunch is served.

There you go. Make room.

Oh!

What?

Very funny.

Out.

I need to talk to Letty.

If you want to know about your party,

mm, I know nothing.

No. Uh...

Is Mom okay?

How do you mean?

It just seems like maybe she's having money problems

or something?

Your mother is always on top of her money.

You won't ever have to worry about that.

'Kay?

Yeah. Yeah.

But, like, it just seems weird

that she always has so much cash laying around

and doesn't like banks.

Like, I know about the salon,

but what is "head hunting"?

So, your mother matches her clients with employers

based on need and talent.

Anna's fine.

I promise.

Okay?

Okay.

Sorry.

Sorry. You know how I am.

I do now.

What's that supposed to mean?

Sit.

What's going on?

You tell me.

You were one of my first "A"-list girls.

I hired you when you were nothing.

I glammed you up.

I got you clients.

I treated you fair.

I made sure you became somebody.

Why'd you burn me?

Anna, look, I can explain.

You know what?

I don't want to hear it.

Here's what's about to happen.

I took my cut, fair and square.

The rest of your money's in the bag.

From here on out,

you and me,

we're done.

Go with them.

Where?

Don't make a scene.

Have a little dignity.

Anna, please, just let me explain.

I should've left you and your cheap shoes

where I found you.

No, please.

Get out.

That looked dramatic.

Do tell.

No...

-Come on.

Let's go.

Come on!

Take the money.

Don't kill me.

Shut up and listen.

Take the money.

The airport's a mile that way.

Get on a plane and don't come back,

'cause, if you do,

there's gonna be a problem.

I think you made your point.

Oh, I did.

Being a madam is a lonely life,

everyone's your enemy,

but we were equals.

That night, Simone and I became friends.

By closing time, we agreed

that if one of my regulars was traveling to Europe,

Simone would handle it and vice versa.

With Simone backing me up,

I was Don Corleone.

So, what do you do for fun?

I took the kids to Orlando last summer.

We did all the parks.

And then last year, we went skiing.

Now I'm a working mom and that feels right.

I like being valuable to people.

And I have a pretty good group of girls,

for the most part.

-At the salon? -Right.

At the salon, yes.

Well...

here we are.

What do you think?

I like it.

I couldn't tell you why, but I-- I do.

Thanks.

So you did this, from top to bottom?

And everything in between.

Did I impress you?

Maybe.

This one is Emma's favorite.

Every time we drive past, she points at it,

she says, "That's Daddy's building."

That's pretty cool, you know?

When your kid's proud of you.

And hopefully, one day, the grandkids'll know about it.

That's legacy.

Wow.

I really did impress you.

Want to take a closer look?

Yeah.

This is me.

We, uh, we should do this again.

I'd invite you over,

but my son has just discovered whoopee cushions

and you'd be a perfect target.

Well, next time.

Yeah.

Sorry.

It's, uh...

it's been a while.

I'm willing to give it a shot.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

This is Anna.

Dropped calls mean one of two things--

one, bad service.

Two, the Feds were onto me.

Now, I'd been careful, but in the back of my mind,

I worried if someone might be listening.

Mom?

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Would you tell me if it wasn't?

* It's all play or not at all *

* If you wanna dance, dance, dance... *

Hello, girls!

How are you?

Cake and presents in five minutes.

What's with the attitude?

What's with your attitude?

You're the one always sneaking around.

I'm gonna ignore that.

Presents. Go.

Hey, wow. This party--

how much is this setting us back?

Why do you care? We're doing better than ever.

Yeah, about that.

Jasmine's still not returning calls.

Neither is Trish or Lucy.

Okay. I'll look into it.

Oh, and you still have to buy raffle tickets from me.

-Don't forget. -Right.

Yeah. I have the money.

Hey, Uncle Art, look at Wilbur.

Wow. Is that a tutu?

Okay, come here. Let me see this.

You're crazy!

* You look fabulous!

Thanks, mami.

So do you.

Thank you.

Okay, I gotta talk to you.

Why can't we all just have a good time?

Come on.

Look. If it's about Simone, I don't want to hear it. Okay?

What's done is done.

It's about Mia.

What about her?

You're gonna have to tell her, Anna.

Tell her what?

-About what you do. -Why would I do that?

Because she's been asking questions

and I can't keep lying for you.

Look. She's 16. She's not stupid.

It's better if it comes from you,

because if she figures it out on her--

I'll think about it, okay?

Do more than think about it.

You tell her, or I will.

Jesus, Letty. Cake!

Just sayin'.

This is Anna.

* Happy birthday to you

Lola, hey, I really can't--

* Happy birthday, dear Mia

* Happy birthday...

I'll be right there. Give me 20 minutes.

* ...to you

Make a wish, baby.

DJ, music again!

This better be good.

Robert Sanford, age 55.

Ran an international online gambling casino.

Net worth: 5.6 billion.

Alias: Mr. Cellophane.

Tell Anna what you told me.

She left me tied to the chair

for two hours while she went shopping

with my card.

So?

I got a bracelet for Mia

and a purse for you.

And I bought the Shakespeare collection for myself.

King Lear's always been my favorite.

And I got room service.

All the room service.

Strawberries?

I want my money back.

Were you bad, Bob? Did you disobey Mistress?

He was nine minutes late.

Mistress was displeased.

He had to be punished.

I'm not paying for this!

You're absolutely right.

You're paying double.

You broke the rules,

you were disrespectful to Mistress,

and you got me out of my kid's Sweet 16 party.

You know how often a Sweet 16 happens in a kid's life, Bob?

Once.

Exactly. So double, plus tip.

And I don't care if she leaves you

tied up like this till morning.

Do we understand each other?

Mm-hmm.

Apologize to your mistress.

I'm sorry, Mistress.

And you're also buying 100 raffle tickets

to support the Eastside Eagles.

Are we clear?

Mm-hmm.

He's all yours, Lola.

Mom?

Why aren't you in bed?

Why are you sneaking around?

What's up with you lately?

You just had an amazing Sweet 16 party.

You missed the last half of it.

I had an emergency at work.

-With "head-hunting"? -Yes.

What was it?

A client wasn't happy and didn't want to pay.

That couldn't wait until Monday?

That's the business.

What do you want me to do?

It just paid for your party now, didn't it?

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Mom?

Mia, what is this?

Why can't you just say no?

No. I wouldn't lie to you.

Go to bed.

-Here you go. -Hey.

Have you gotten any dropped calls recently?

-A few. Why?

-So have I. -Me too.

It's not good, Anna.

And it's not just that.

It's the girls, too-- Jasmine, Trish, Lucy.

Word on the street

is they're getting poached.

By who?

Don't know. Someone who's new to the game.

And they're not only taking the girls,

they're taking the clients,

and they're marking their territory.

I think it's--

What?

Time.

Might be time to get out, Anna.

No!

No! Why are you even talking like that?

How many times do I have to say it?

No amount of money is worth your freedom,

and listen to your gut.

When things get weird,

it's the universe telling you it's time.

No.

No, I'm not gonna be intimidated.

What kind of message does that send?

That you're smart.

That I'm scared!

If I have to dangle someone else out the window, I will.

-Anna. -We are business as usual.

Letty, go into the city and start asking around.

See what you can find out about whoever's messing

with my bottom line.

Arthur, if you're spooked, we can reroute websites,

start another LLC, and pause deposits.

Happy?

Okay.

I was losing her.

I could feel it.

Kids know when you're lying to them,

and if they can't trust you, they resent you.

Put that away.

I want to talk to you about something.

You know that, ever since Dad died,

I work very hard

to provide for you and your brother, right?

And I love you both so much.

How would you feel if I told you that I...

That you...?

...Have a boyfriend.

That's it?

That's it.

Are you sure there's nothing else?

That's it, kiddo.

I'd be happy for you, Mom.

This is Anna.

Who is this?

Anna. It's me. Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I just got a little spooked.

I have good news and bad news.

The good news is, I found out who's poaching your girls.

Who is it?

That's the bad news.

It's Vicky.

That's when I realized Letty was right.

I'd made a mistake.

Gone too far.

I had to be smarter.

Anna?

You did good.

I'll take care of it.

I don't want

any part of your "taking care" of it.

Anna, now might be a really good time

to consider getting--

We'll talk tomorrow.

Who are you?

Who sent you?

You think you can scare me?

You think you can show up at my house?

Mom?

What the hell?

Are you drunk?

No.

Get outta here before I call the cops, you little creep.

Inside. Now.

Since when do you drink?

I had a wine cooler.

Big deal.

And who was that guy?

A boy who's my friend.

So now you have a secret boyfriend?

It's better than a secret life.

What's that supposed to mean?

You think I'm stupid?

You don't just run a salon.

Marty's dad's a head-hunter,

and he has an office

and normal business hours

and doesn't always pay for things in hundreds.

I know what you do for a living.

What is it that you think I do?

Ask away.

20 questions. Go.

-Are you a millionaire? -Yes.

Are you paid in cash?

Yes.

Is what you do legal?

No.

If someone found out, could you go to jail?

Don't lie.

Yes.

Are you a drug dealer?

What?

Listen to me, Mia. I am not a drug dealer.

Okay? I would never do that.

Then what?

I'm a madam.

Okay, so...

After she'd calmed down,

I started at the beginning and told her everything--

from "Enema Man"

to "Russian James Bond".

I didn't want to lose her.

She deserved the truth.

Coming clean to her

was the second biggest gamble of my life.

Take the money.

So what do you think?

Honestly?

I kinda think it's cool.

Oh!

But if it's illegal and you get caught,

what happens to us?

I won't get caught.

No one ever thinks they're gonna get caught

and then they do.

What would we do without you?

It's not gonna happen.

How do you know?

Is there something else you could do?

Okay, let's make a deal.

I will look into a new career,

if you get back on the horse-- literally.

Deal?

Deal.

But first,

I had to take care of a problem I'd created

that was biting me in the ass.

I found out where Vicky was living

and placed an ad with her address

in the back of a men's magazine.

Regular guys just started showing up,

looking for a $50 quickie.

But Vicky thought it was the mob and assumed I sent them.

That's all it took for her

to pack up, quit the business, and go underground.

My poached girls came back and I was back on track.

But my promise to Mia wasn't going as well.

As far as transitions go,

I didn't even know where to start.

I had no ideas.

And then I just got lucky.

There it was. Right in front of me.

Mom. We're gonna be late.

Just a second, kiddo.

Commercial real estate.

A chance to go legit.

I kept thinking

about Owen and his building and legacy.

I wanted to create something I could leave behind,

something that my kids and grandkids

could be proud of.

Hey, Cass.

No. Don't be nervous.

You're gonna do great.

Call me after, okay?

That same day,

Cassidy was on her way

to spend an afternoon with a new client

who came highly recommended.

Chester Corey, age 60.

Owner of a mass media conglomerate

that you've definitely heard of,

and world renowned collector of antiques.

Net worth: six billion.

Alias: Versailles.

Raffle tickets! Raffle tickets!

Support the Eastside Eagles!

Hi, you guys. How many do you guys want?

Oh, wonderful! Okay. Great.

Thank you so much for supporting the Eastside Eagles.

Raffle tickets, guys!

Hey! Hey-hey. How many?

Let me go!

Let me go!

Look at that "D"! Defense!

Whoo-whoo!

Let's go, guys! Come on! Teamwork!

Come on! You got this!

You're quiet. You all right?

No, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just-- Everything's good.

Come on, John Christopher! Let's go, baby!

-Let's go. -Come on!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Go. Go, go, go. Go-- whoo!

Oh, yeah! Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Hey, Cass. How'd it go?

Cassidy, are you okay?

That son of a bitch.

Keep it down, Anna.

I'm sorry! It's just that son of a bitch!

He didn't seem like the type to...

I can't go back to my place.

You can stay here

for as long as you need, okay?

You know we can't go to the cops, right?

I-I know.

But I promise you,

he is being dealt with as we speak

and this will never happen again, okay?

I'm sorry.

Go ahead. Let me have it.

I deserve it.

This is on you.

You don't think I know that?

I'm going to make it right.

Well, you can do it without me.

What's that supposed to mean?

15 years in the business,

and I never had a man put a hand on one of my girls!

You almost had one shoot up the place,

or did you forget that?

I quit.

You can't quit,

because I already fired you!

What's wrong with you?

No. That's priceless. You can't do that!

So, what do you think?

Can we afford it?

It's a stretch,

but I think I can make the numbers work.

But this is good. Really good.

Whatever happened to the girl

scrubbing the floors after Enema Man paid us a visit?

She's going legit.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

You're gonna buy this?

Sure. Why not?

Consider it an investment.

And after you graduate from college,

you can come help me.

This will all be yours and your brother's one day.

Your legacy.

Let's do it.

So there I was,

on my way to becoming

a commercial real estate developer,

and I had to admit, coming clean and going legit,

it felt good--

but there was still one person I was lying to.

-Home? -Work.

Salon's open late.

Other work.

Right. Head-hunting.

You get calls this late?

Sometimes, yeah.

Is that a good thing?

I mean, is it, uh...

I was on a roll with this whole honesty thing,

and after all, I mean, how bad could his reaction be?

But I still couldn't tell him.

That was a gamble I just wasn't willing to take.

We still had a shot at our happily-ever-after.

I was all in--

the third-biggest gamble of my life.

$30,000 a month mortgage,

$30,000 a year in property tax alone.

But I wasn't out of my business just yet.

I couldn't just walk away from the business I'd built.

My girls depended on me.

They needed me.

It was imperative

that I leave them in good hands,

and there was only one woman for the job.

Wow.

It's a lot-- it's a lot of responsibility,

but I wouldn't be asking you

if I didn't think you could do it,

and if I didn't think it'd be beneficial to the both of us.

You're really getting out?

For the kids.

Mia especially.

Do you remember what you told me once?

"They get what they want whenever they want,

but there's one thing they always want

that we don't have to give them.

We can make them pay for it."

Even then, they can just take it--

you left that part out.

I know.

I'm not saying yes, but I'm not saying no, either.

I just-- I need to think about it.

Take all the time.

Okay.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo! Yeah, Mia!

Yes! Yes, Mia!

Whoa.

You did it. How does it feel?

Good.

Why don't you go again, just to make sure?

Okay, Mom.

How's your stuff?

Are you officially out?

I'm working on it.

I'm gonna worry until you are.

I know.

Go!

Tch-tch.

Good boy.

Two weeks had passed

and I still hadn't heard from Cassidy.

I'd almost given up on her

and was looking to ask another girl when--

Hey, Cass.

How are you?

She was in,

which meant I was out.

Word got out about my purchase

and, suddenly, I was more than

just the owner of a nail salon and a soccer mom.

I was legit.

Respected.

Someone to look up to.

And our award for most valuable player

goes to... John Christopher.

Great job!

Whoo-hoo!

As always, we want to recognize the Eagle parent

who sold the most raffle tickets this season.

Anna, come on up here.

Come get your trophy.

Hey, kiddo.

Why are you so happy?

I'm out.

Officially?

I just made my last call a few minutes ago.

Cassidy's taking over,

and if she needs help, Arthur's standing by.

Congratulations, Mom.

I'm so proud of you.

So... everything's okay?

Better than okay.

Anna, can we talk?

No, Arthur. No business.

Okay? If Cass has a problem, she needs to handle it herself.

That's how I learned, that's how she's gonna learn.

-Right, but-- -No buts.

Real estate stuff only, Arthur.

I mean it.

- Breaking news-- -Okay.

Financial systems worldwide in a panic...

Mom! Come quick.

...moments after opening.

The Dow Jones has fallen over 700 points...

What's up?

...the largest drop in history, and more losses...

The crash of 2008.

All my money, all of it, was tied up in my real estate.

Now all of my assets were underwater.

Just when I thought I was out, I was pulled back in,

but I couldn't tell Mia.

If the market hadn't crashed in 2008,

I would have been a wealthy, legal land developer.

Not only was I on the hook for a massive mortgage,

no one was buying or building,

which meant I had no source of income,

so I had to go back to what I knew.

Hi.

My name's Melody.

You know, like, the best part of the song?

-Right. -The melody.

But even though my instincts warned against it,

I was willing to give her a chance.

Am I?

Do you want to have fun?

Samuel Crawford. Age 43.

Made his money as a home good buyer and distributor

to retail stores.

Net worth: six million.

Alias: Bargain Basement.

All right. Let's do this.

Damn, girl!

Ho, ho!

Whoa, whoa. Easy, easy.

You okay?

I'm great!

You are great.

Things weren't going well.

Melody, stop!

Stop!

Stop it!

Calm down!

What?

Mom?

Is everything okay?

Just busy.

Did you find any investors yet?

Still working on it, but they are out there.

And you're not doing the other thing?

I said I wouldn't, and I'm not, okay?

It's tough times for everyone right now,

but we'll be fine, okay?

Do not worry.

"Sugar Ladies"?

What's this?

Investment opportunity.

For who?

Me.

You're kidding.

Why not?

You're better than this.

Not everyone grew up upstate with both their parents

and graduated high school and got to go to college.

Some of us got kicked out and were on the streets at 15.

Some of us had to make a living the best way we knew how

to provide for ourselves and our kids

after our husbands crash into a median

and get thrown through a windshield.

Whoa. Where is this coming from?

Sorry.

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All I needed was $2 million in seed money.

And the best part? Totally legal.

If I played my cards right,

Mia would never know I broke my promise.

I called Arthur

and he arranged for us to meet with a pair of investors.

My business has always been

about catering to the most exclusive clients.

As Arthur can tell you,

I turned a profit with my first business

within the first two months,

and I expect I can do even better here.

We like it.

A lot.

They better be legit, Arthur.

-They are. -Well, you need to be sure

because I don't want to be knee-deep

in Russian hooker drug money.

My kids are counting on me not to keep messing up.

I know that. You don't think I know that?

Your kids are like my kids, Anna.

Look. Look.

We got a 10:00 a.m. at the bank tomorrow

to transfer the funds.

These guys are the real deal.

I promise.

I--

What?

What is up with you lately, Art?

Nothing. No.

It's just everything. It's a lot.

Yeah. Uh...

This is gonna work.

It's legit. We're gonna be fine.

We better be

or it's your ass.

I know.

See you tomorrow.

When I woke up that morning,

I knew something was wrong,

but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

You look nice.

Thank you.

And you'll be back in time for the meet, right?

Absolutely. Should be back before noon, okay?

I love you.

And I love you, too.

Ooh! Learn something today, okay?

Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

No one showed at the bank,

not even Arthur,

who wasn't answering my calls.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Help!

Somebody help! I'm being kidnapped!

Somebody!

I thought this was it--

my last day on Earth.

I prayed my kids would be okay without me.

But I wasn't going without a fight.

I didn't know where I was,

where they'd taken me.

Was this it?

A bullet to the back of the head

and then nothing?

Sit down! Sit down.

Well, you're a giant pain in my ass.

Like I said a thousand times already,

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

I want to speak to my lawyer

and then I want to get the hell out of here.

My kid has a meet at 5:00.

About your lawyer.

What about him?

We've already spoken to him.

We've... been speaking to him.

For months now.

And a woman named Melody. Get it?

Art?

Yes.

I'd gotten sloppy,

right when I had almost gone straight.

He was family--

the first person who had ever believed in me.

I think he'd been trying to tell me in his own way,

but I didn't listen.

I want my phone call.

Now.

Anna...

help us help you.

You don't have counsel,

which means its gonna take us at least 24 hours

to assign you a public defender.

That means you're gonna be in Rikers for an entire night.

Is that what you want?

I want my phone call.

We're not unreasonable.

We just have a few questions about some of your clients.

At the salon?

Why do you want to know about people

who get their toenails done and their upper lips waxed?

You give us answers

and maybe we can get you to your meet on time.

You abducted me off the streets in broad daylight.

You didn't read me my rights.

Why should I believe anything that you say?

What do you know about these people?

Take your time.

They were all there--

all my clients over the last five years--

Amber Alert, Big Pharma, Russian James Bond.

I knew I was about to get effin' hammered.

I don't know any of these people.

-Sorry. -Rikers, then?

Letty, it's me.

The eagle has landed.

Take care of the kids, okay?

Hey, Martha Stewart. What'd you do? Rob a Saks?

Hey.

We're gonna be okay, okay?

Where's Mia?

No one?

No one.

That hurt.

No one had returned Letty's calls for my bail.

Not Simone. Not Owen. Not Cassidy.

None of my clients.

Well, there's plenty of money.

They took it

in the raid, Anna.

All of it.

There's nothing left.

I was so screwed.

I was pretty sure I was going away for life,

unless I cooperated.

But there's a thing called honor.

I wasn't going to ruin anyone else's life.

Five months-- that's how long they held me.

As it turns out, I really wasn't the target.

My clients were.

Finally, I was offered a plea deal.

I was sentenced to time served and released.

I may have looked free, but I wasn't.

The money was gone.

I was all over the local news,

and the moment I stepped outside,

there were a dozen reporters trying to get my picture.

So I couldn't leave the house.

Letty came to get John Christopher,

and, finally, it was just Mia and me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to stay with Letty.

What do you care?

I care because I'm your mother.

I don't have a mother.

How could you say that?

You said you were out.

I was! I-I tried.

You lied.

Maybe you shouldn't have been

a frigging madam in the first place.

What's wrong with you?

I did my best, Mia.

It wasn't good enough.

You ruined everything--

this house, riding lessons.

My Sweet 16!

But who cares?

None of that matters.

We could've been living in a box somewhere

and that would've been better than all this.

At least we would have all been together.

Now everything's gone.

Mia, I did my best.

And it's your fault!

And I'm never speaking to you again.

Mia?

This is what a breakdown looks like.

I didn't know where I was going.

I just knew I had to go somewhere,

to start over.

I drove all night,

and then, there it was, a pig rescue farm.

I spent 14 months at a rescue pig farm

as a live-in volunteer, off the grid in Pennsylvania.

Who would have even thought to look for me there?

That's where I got my sanity back.

And every day, I called my daughter.

Mia?

Mia, are you there?

She never answered

until that one day when she did.

That's okay,

you don't have to talk, but if you'll, uh...

you'll just listen.

Look, I know "sorry" isn't a big enough word.

I won't even bother saying it.

I just-- I want you to know

I love you so much

and I am--

I am so proud of you.

So...

my phone will always be on.

If you call, day or night,

I swear I will pick it up.

Maybe one day you can forgive me.

I miss you, kiddo.