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Welcome back. Everything go all right?

Bestic and Junior know each other.

You come into my house to steal from me?

As of today, you work for me.

Why wouldn't it?

- I brought you something.
- You did it.

Which Baudelaire are you after?

I thought you quit.

I feed you information on
Junior, and you put him away.

I've been diagnosed with a rare disease.

Doctors give me one year.

Are you Daisy Kowalski?

- Who sent you?
- Milan Bestic.

Holy shit. Jett.

Blair, long time.

We're gonna do this without
firing any bullets.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

You remember Frank Sweeney?

Sure.

Yeah, he's in a wheelchair now.

Go to the safe and open it.

- Shit.
- Don't stop.

Sorry, Jett.

Sorry, Jett.

Close the fucking door.

Put it down!

Down on the ground.

Give me your phone.

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- How hot is it?
- Scalding.

Hello?

It's me. I won't be home
for a couple of days.

Okay?

Okay.

Are you awake? You gonna remember this?

No. Uh, yes.

Well, give Alice a kiss for me.

Tell her I had to go
out of town for work.

Okay.

Daisy.

I will.

Good having you back.

- I'm not.
- Hey, this is Phoenix.

Leave your name and number, slowly,

and I'll call you back.

I'm coming over. Make sure you're alone.

What are you doing here?

You're not happy to see me?

No.

I was worried about you.

How did you get in... You can't be here.

I left you messages and
you never called me back.

Because I don't wanna talk to you.

Well, everything can't
be on your terms, okay?

I am tired, Dwight.

- Are you?
- Yes.

Why is that? Where were you?

Okay, you know what?

Go. Right now.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I was just... I was
just worried about you.

- You already said that.
- Yeah, well it's true.

You have no right to
worry about me anymore.

Rosie, I don't wanna lose you.

Where did you go?

I went dancing.

You don't like dancing.

- I'm gonna call the cops.
- Good idea.

Yeah, call Stevie or Bud.

Call Ralphie. He's lieutenant
now. I have his number.

What I do is none of your business.

You gotta let me go.

It's none of my business
that my wife goes out,

dressed like a whore?

We're still married legally.

Good times and bad, sickness and health.

Look what you made me do.

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

That's not how my wife talks!

- Why are you provoking me?
- Dwight!

- Get the fuck off me!
- You should be apologizing!

Be fucking thankful for a change!

This is Bennie.

Hey, man, where you at?

Why, we meeting someplace?

Nah, but we got a big day tomorrow.

I just wanna make sure you
get your beauty rest.

- I'm worried about you, man.
- You're worried about me?

I'm not the one out there,
stalking some chick

we kidnapped when I should
be at home sleeping.

Christ almighty, you need to get a life.

I'm not gonna honor that with a reply.

You're outside her house right
this minute, aren't you?

So what?

- You want some advice, gratis?
- No.

You're gonna get busted, okay?

She's gonna recognize your voice.

She's gonna recognize your face...

I'll see you in the morning, Carl.

Good night, Rosalie.

- You all right?
- No.

You do look a little pale.

I'm gonna pass out any minute.

All right.

You need a drink?

After.

- How'd you get here?
- I'm clean.

Hmm.

Sorry.

What's in that coat?

Trouble. Don't look.

Did you get shot?

What do you think?

I think I'm gonna need that drink.

Oh, God, I hate that smell.

You are such a pussy.

What the fuck is your problem?

This asswipe talking to me?

Yeah, I'm talking to you, fuckhead!

Hey! Stevens, get in here!

Move it! Move it!

Against the wall!

You lost a chunk of your deltoid muscle,

but it didn't touch bone.

Two inches higher would've
been your subclavian artery.

Now, that's no fun at all...

- Shirley?
- Huh?

That guy who came through here...

None of your business.

- He was hot!
- Yes, he was!

Oh, man. Give me his number.

Keep your dirty hands off of him.

Well, aren't you a pretty sight?

Slicker than a honeymoon prick.

What, are you flexing?
What are you flexing for?

You think you're immune to my rules?

I think you guys have been
watching too many movies.

Oh, she's funny.

I love funny people.

Stop!

No! No!

No!

Stop!

I've tussled with big,

bad bitches before,

convinced they're free to do
whatever the fuck they want,

without any consequences, except,

I think it's safe to say,
usually they are actually

big, bad bitches like Mariposa here.

Not skinny little white
rat shits like you.

So, today,

- we are gonna get you acclimated...
- No!

- ... to how things work around here.
- No! No!

No!

If you don't quit kicking like a mule,

that handle's gonna
break deep in your ass.

No!

Not gonna lie...

you won't walk right for a few weeks.

No...

Don't fight it. You're gonna pass out,

but you're not gonna die.

Keep pinching the vein.

Get to the infirmary
within five minutes.

Anybody hears about this,

you're the one I kill.

You understand?

You okay?

Get your clothes on.

You're not worried
they'll come after you?

Look, I-I don't know how
this works, but, I mean,

I have an idea.

I look dumb,

but I grew up in this
rough part of Rotterdam,

and I've dealt with
some heavy shit before.

I know how that sounds, but it's true.

I'm not just some...

dipshit tweaker who...

sucks dick to fund a habit.

I actually did real well in high school.

And I read books, and, you
know, my mom was a nurse.

I took some classes, I
rode with EMTs, like,

I learned all sorts of things.

Like how an untreated, ruptured colon,

which is most likely what
I would have right now,

if not for you, can kill you.

Other fun facts, too.

For example,

hanging yourself with a guitar string?

Really bad way to kill yourself.

I saw this guy who tried it, and first,

the string cut through his trachea,

but it didn't kill him, so
he started fighting it,

and that severed his carotid artery,

and followed the angle of the jaw,

cutting everything along the way,

all the way to the
temporal bone, and still,

it took a while for him to die.

Air embolism.

I also learned that
what you see in movies,

when someone gets shot
and everybody rushes

to take the bullet out...

Worst idea.

What's important is to clean the wound

and repair the damage.

Taking the bullet out is
the least important thing,

as it may be acting as a
sterilizer for the wound.

You don't... talk much, do you?

You don't talk at all.

You're like a mute fucking avenger.

All I'm saying is,

if there is anything you
need from me, ever...

you just name it.

Hey.

What's that?

Poison.

So I can steal those gold
bricks you brought with you.

It's four times a day. Don't skimp.

What did I ask you not to do?

You told me not to look,
but what you meant was

one, don't be an asshole,

two, don't steal them,

three, don't tell my
brother, and four, be cool.

And that's what I'm doing.

And I googled going rates.

Four and a half kilogram
bars sell for anywhere

between 180 and 200,000!

Do you have a buyer?

A little out of your league, no?

You need to fence them?

Look, I know people different
from the ones you do.

And maybe you don't wanna go
to your regular contacts,

seeing as how, clearly, the
job went a little sour.

How's that guy doing? Did he make it?

You don't wanna get involved in this.

Um, whose bed are you sleeping in?

What would you want out of it?

- Nothing.
- Nobody wants nothing.

Well, that's my problem.

Not enough ambition.

- Dinner.
- Too good to be true.

Well, that's me in a nutshell.

Not enough ambition and
too good to be true.

What does that make me?

A liability.

No.

It makes me a hooker with a heart of...

A heart of... ?

Get out of my face.

Oh, my... You suck ass at gratitude.

Hold on.

Are you fixing my hair?

It's just a stray, mister.
Don't wanna blow your cover.

What is the name? Bobby what?

Bobby Larcum.

- Mr. and Mrs. Castillo?
- Please, call me Tiffany.

- And you must be Bobby.
- I am. Come on in.

So...

Kitchen.

I love those high ceilings.

- Great light.
- Isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Take a look at this.

¿Patrón?

Just three minutes, sir.
We can do 2025 first,

and come back, if you need a moment.

Sí, patrón.

Do not wake her up.

She won't even know we're there.

I'm counting on it.

Thank you.

Nice tub.

Which side do you want?

This is what it would feel
like to brush our teeth

next to each other.

I could take a shower while
you soak in the bath.

I would get out,

towel off just enough, sit right here,

and welcome you with open legs.

We're on the clock, Detective.

I could say,

how about we skip TV tonight?

I don't really care that
much about daredevil shows.

To which I'd say,

if we don't watch home remodeling shows,

we'll never learn about
those combination

storm windows with the built-in screens.

To which I'd say,

- why don't you flip me over the bed...
- What do you guys think?

What are the specs again?

Ah.

The seller is very motivated.

As are we.

Uh, let me show you something else.

Well, thanks for coming guys.

Bobby, let us drink a bunch
of rosé discussing this,

- and we'll get right back to you.
- Sounds like a plan.

Tiffany, Jack.

It's been a real pleasure. Take care.

It's all you.

What if he notices the software?

What if we get this officially
sanctioned by Carter?

When did you become such a smartass?

I learned from the best.

There he is, "CB."

Our homicidal gangster likes to text.

How long do you think?

Could be 15 minutes.

Tiffany?

It's what I wanted to be
called when I was little.

Aw.

Hang on a second.

So, be flustered but not too flustered.

- I'm such an idiot.
- It was on the counter.

Jack almost killed me. I
am always losing my phone.

Oh, I'm the worst.

Anyway, he's back at the
restaurant waiting.

- I...
- Okay.

- You haven't sold it yet, have you?
- No.

But another couple just left,
and they seemed serious.

- Motivated?
- Very motivated.

Call me if you have any questions.

- Thanks.
- See you.

Right up there.

This is where you live?

I'll see you around.

It'll be sore for a couple of weeks.

Main thing is for it
not to get infected,

so keep taking the antibiotic.

Will do, doc.

Oh, you can keep that,

- return it later.
- I don't have to.

It's my good luck hoodie.

I'm done using.

Okay.

The only reason I even have
needles and a kit at home

is because some of the girls I work with

needed medical assistance, and
they can't afford a doctor,

so they all chipped in.

It's important for me
that you believe me.

Why?

Because I'm trying to change.

I racked up a substantial tab
when I was hooked on black tar,

but once I'm paid up, I'm out.

Wild guess,

your brother's handling
the loan repayment.

I'm not asking you to
understand. I just...

I wanted you to know that
I don't get high anymore.

What are you gonna do?

- About what?
- When you're out of debt.

I wanna go back to school.

You're inscrutable.

- Huh?
- Nothing.

Maria?

Welcome back.

What did I miss?

This was yesterday.

Did Alice see him?

How long is he going
to keep coming around?

I'm working on it.

What'd your doctor say?

Humor me.

Said the bill can easily run

into several hundred thousands,

and suggested other
facilities with lower costs

because self-paid patients
are a risk for them.

No.

I told them I have the money.

You do.

But I can't have you worrying.

No point worrying.

Hmm.

That would be a waste of energy.

I'm not worried about you if
you're not worried about me.

Good.

You okay?

Peachy.

You know how busy
pedophiles are in jail?

Ms. Kowalski.

You had us all worried.

I'm fine. Thanks for your concern.

It's not your well-being
he's worried about.

How about you? What are
you worried about?

Now that you're here, I
have one less worry.

Why is that?

We weren't sure if you and Blair
were in on this together.

In what world does that even make sense?

Two crew members knew
each other from before.

The entire score is missing,

along with the two crew
members who knew each other.

Makes you wonder.

You're putting me on, right?

You picked Blair, not me.

Very convenient for you.

Fuck you. When was the
last time you got shot?

Oh, I've been shot before, rest assured.

Get the surveillance
tapes and look at them

if you still think I'm in
on this after you see them.

I've seen them.

A friend on the force pulled
them out of evidence.

Well, then, you know how
badly you fucked up.

You hired a spider monkey on
crack to handle a lot more

than what you said we were gonna handle.

I wasn't allowed to tell
you about the gold.

Why?

I follow my boss's instructions.

Sometimes, we don't see eye to eye.

Let me show you something.

Would you mind sitting up front with me?

Actually, I would.

I prefer the unobstructed view
of the back of your head.

Suit yourself.

So, after you left,

Blair shot a guard.

He's dead. It's a big mess.

These two made it out,

but we felt they could
no longer be trusted.

So now, Blair's in the wind

with the 250 and the 10 bricks.

In order for you to get back in
the good graces of Mr. Bestic,

he asks that you find Blair
and retrieve the score.

And if I can't?

Want a ride to your daughter's school,

or to your house?

Four Tops, Aretha,

Marvin Gaye, Al Green...

What?

Who would put Minnie Riperton
next to Donny Hathaway?

Julio Iglesias?

What the fuck? Next
to Curtis Mayfield...

Who is it?

- Boss, it's me.
- Come in.

- Come on!
- You okay?

Some illiterate elf has been
sneaking in here at night,

moving shit around, so now the S's

somehow include The Staple
Singers, Stylistics,

The Supremes, and The Delfonics.

And the P's go Parliament, Persuaders,

Wilson Pickett, and The Chi-Lites?

The O'Jays next to Gladys Knight.

The Isley Brothers tucked into
the Smokey Robinson section,

and Dee Dee Warwick next
to Eddie Kendricks.

- Man, I love Dee Dee Warwick.
- Yeah, what's not to love?

But that's not the point.

And then, I find this.

That witch smuggled this in here,

and she put it next to Curtis Mayfield.

- I see why you're upset.
- Yeah.

You're God damn straight I'm upset.

How'd everything go?

He'd have to be blind to miss it.

Mm. You know I'm not a fan of
involving somebody's mother.

These God damn farmers are religious.

They won't drink. They
won't fuck a whore.

Money is all they care about.

And this guy, the only
reason he's up here

is to take care of his
mother post-surgery.

When I was younger,

I would've killed the bitch.

Charlie!

You're not smoking in
the house, are you?

No!

But power is as much as about psychology

as it is about bullets.

Let's see how it shakes out.

Can I help you with something?

You know where I can
score some more of this?

- Oh, get the fuck on, bitch.
- Ease up. I'm not a cop.

I'm looking for someone to sell me some.

- Would that be you?
- Ma'am, honest to God,

you gotta get the fuck outta
here, before you get hurt.

Tell you what. You don't call me ma'am,

I won't call you limp-dick.

What the fuck? What?

Do you wanna find out
how limp my dick is?

Sure.

Shit, fool.

- She out-played you.
- Okay.

Okay, we'll start again.

And if you still want my dick
after we're done talking,

I'll take you to my place.

I'm Orlando.

- You can call me O.
- Hi.

Uh, he's Slim.

- And your name is?
- Not important, Orlando.

You strike me as somebody
who knows everything

that goes on around here, am I right?

You know Blair in 307?

Skinny guy? Nervous like a bitch?

- Always fixing his hair?
- And what is he to you?

He's my ex.

What? Ugh!

What the fuck? You were making
time with that deadbeat?

- Yeah, we all make mistakes.
- Oh, my God.

I guarantee you a better
time than that guy.

I don't doubt it. Seen him lately?

Uh, no, I ain't seen
him for a couple days.

Ever see him with anyone?

Like a girl?

Sure, anyone.

No. He ain't been here longer
than, like, three months.

He just keeps to himself.

Seriously, what's your name?

Shardene.

That's hilarious.

Thanks anyway, O.

Were you serious about wanting
to buy some ice or what?

How much?

Careful with this, okay?

Hey, we saw him with some
dude in a wheelchair.

Hey, you remember Frank Sweeney?

Sure.

Yeah, he's in a wheelchair now.

Shitting in a bag the
rest of his life...

You sure about that?

Yeah. It was real high
tech, too, the wheelchair.

Was it like his dad or something?

- When was this?
- Last week.

Blair was, like, being all
respectful, was kissing his ass.

Yo, Shardene?

What about my dick?

No object of any kind
is to pass between you

and the inmate, counsel.
Not even a cookie.

You need Mr. Carlyle to sign
something, you call one of us.

I must be the luckiest guy
in the whole fucking world.

Come on, a celebrity
hard-timer such as yourself?

You get lots of visitors.

There's none that look like you, Jett.

Mm!

How is the free world?

Still nothing free
about it, Mr. Carlyle.

How are you doing?

I'm catching up on my reading.

Turns out, the Russians are pretty good.

The French... overrated.

You're staying?

I got six more years.

Wasn't my question.

I'm too old to pull a crazy
stunt like that. No.

I'm okay. Give talks at AA
meetings on self-respect,

and how to stay alive in this place

without taking too much shit.

It's about all I can do
for the fish, you know?

The basics.

You see it coming...

Hit first with something heavy.

- If you don't see it coming...
- You're fucked.

You know the drill.

You ever miss the girls,
the razor blades,

and the shanks stuck in
the toothbrush handles?

Not so much.

What can I do for you?

Miljan Bestic.

Never heard the name.

I met him in Cuba. Lawyer of some kind.

Anything else?

He's dead, just doesn't know it yet.

Don't tell me unless you want to.

I got caught in a situation
with my pants down.

Charlie's son Junior set me up.

I don't know if or how
much Charlie knows.

I don't know what the game is.

Make no mistake. Rattling
Charlie's cage is suicidal.

No matter how much his
power's diminished,

and he loves that screw-up kid of his.

That's his weakness.

You ever meet Ray Brewer?

Don't believe I have.

He's a lawyer... Well,
he's not exactly a lawyer.

He works for my lawyer's firm.

I'll find out what I can about Bestic,

and I'll get word to you through him.

I appreciate it.

You know if I could, I'd give you
a great, big, wet kiss, Jett.

You're an inspiration to men everywhere.

Was beginning to think
you weren't gonna show.

Sorry.

- I have a favor to ask.
- Ask.

I need to find Frank Sweeney.

What's this about?

Doesn't involve Charlie or
Junior. This is personal.

Not very smart, coming to
me for that kind of intel.

Who says I'm smart?

I'll see what I can do.
What do you have for me?

Nothing right now.

Then I have a favor
to ask you in return.

Ask.

There was a robbery

at the Savoy Club, out in Lynnville,

the last week. Know anything about it?

No. You working robberies now?

There was a woman involved.

Unfortunately, the surveillance
tapes have been...

misplaced.

You guys need to hire better help.

Josie thinks it's you.

Josie feels threatened by me.

How'd you manage to
come without her today?

I explained to her you might feel more

comfortable talking just to me.

Didn't like that one bit, I bet.

How's it working out
with the two of you?

Fine.

Some days better than others.

Why is that funny?

Just you.

Okay.

I wish you'd go away and...

come back 10 years ago.

Call me when you find Frank.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, monkey. How was your bath?

It was hot, but Maria says it wasn't.

It was not hot.

She says it's lukewarm,

but that is a load of crap.

- Uh, what did you say?
- A load of crap!

Uh, what's with this language?

Sara says that all the time.

Who's Sara?

She's a girl who,

well...

first, I thought she was a boy,

but she's a girl.

Will you read me a story?

Sure.

"Once upon a time in a far away kingdom,

"there was a beautiful
young girl named Olivia

who wished she could fly."

Who gave you this book?

Maria. She says it's okay.

Keep reading.

"'But only real princesses
fly, ' said Mr. Horn,

her imaginary unicorn."

What happened to his forehead?

He's a unicorn.

"So everyday, she would
stare at the big sky,

"and call out to Mr. Mingo

the pink flamingo." Ow!

- What happened?
- I got shot.

- You got shot?
- A shot.

I got a shot at the doctor's.

- Did it hurt?
- Still does.

"'What are you thinking about
today, my pretty Olivia?'

Mr. Mingo the pink flamingo would ask."

- I hate shots.
- Yeah, me, too.

"And Olivia, wide-eyed and
true, would always reply,

"'I wish I could marry a prince

so that one day, I could fly.'"

Mom, please don't stop.

This is the best part!

Count to 50. I'll be right back.

Fifty?

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten...

Hi, there.

Hey, Jett. How you doing tonight?

Just fine. You?

I'm good, good.

You just checking up on me?

I'm just calling to make
sure everything is good

and to let you know that

I found that record we
were talking about.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I have it in my hands right now.

My Way.

1972.

It's a French edition.

It starts with that Paul Anka tune,

made famous by Sinatra, ends with...

"Here Comes The Sun" by George Harrison.

But right here, on...

side one, track four is

"Save Me,"

written by the late Aretha Franklin.

I just wanted you to know.

Well then,

I'll consider myself invited
to your hotel suite.

Maybe next Thursday? Convenient for you?

Think I can make that work.

Thank you for calling, Charlie.

Ah, pleasure's all mine.

- Good night.
- Night.

Daisy?

Was it Charlie?

I don't need details,

but I need to know who
I'm looking out for.

Everybody, always. You know that.

What happens if he finds out?

Hmm, that's a big if.

What if Bestic simply
kills you after this job?

Sounds like you're asking for details.

I know what it sounds like.

I can't go to Charlie about Cuba,

unless I know more about Bestic.

And I can't move against Bestic
without any information.

And Dillon?

If the cops are already
sniffing around Junior,

I need the cops on a short leash.

What's happened? Why
are you so agitated?

I'm not agitated.

You sound agitated, like
you're scared to death.

I'm not scared.

I am... reasonably afraid.

The doctors say something else to you?

They need to run more tests next week,

but no. That's not it.

So what has changed?

If you just said what I think you said,

you have a point.

Have you been having dreams again?

- No.
- Because they're only dreams.

They don't mean anything.

Forget it.

We're gonna figure this out.

Get some sleep.

Yeah.

I'm gonna sleep like a baby.

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Tell me something that I don't know.

You're dead.

I can't just jump when he says jump.

I need new parameters.

It's not a negotiation.

Jerking off, in other words.

When I jerk off, you'll notice.

Can't you call me an ambulance?

No.

I'm coming over. Make sure you're alone.

In episode three,

Jett goes to the house of this
ex-junkie that she met in prison

named Phoenix, played by Gaite Jansen,

because she happens to know
Phoenix has medical training.

Gibbons, get in here!

Against the wall!

When someone gets shot,
taking the bullet out

is the least important thing.

What's important is to clean the wound

and repair the damage.

You know, Jett just sort
of catalogs information

for future reference, and
this is one where she's like,

"A-ha, this is the person
that I think I can go to."

Phoenix, in a way, is

the proverbial hooker
with a heart of gold.

Get out of my face.

Oh, my... You suck ass at gratitude.

Jett has a really good
feeling about her,

but she doesn't know how
reliable she can be.

Very, very few people does she let in,

but once you're in, you're in for life.

Maria's somebody who Jett meets

at the most climactic
moment of their lives.

I can't have you worrying.

That would be a waste of energy.

I'm not worried about you if
you're not worried about me.

Basically, she has her back

and she knows that Maria has hers

and that Maria is there for
Alice unconditionally.

And that is of huge value to Jett.

- What happened?
- I got shot.

- You got shot?!
- A shot.

I got a shot. At the doctor's.

It's funny for somebody who's
so advanced in many ways.

She is much more like a
young Clint Eastwood,

a very lone warrior trying
to figure out this creature,

this small child and getting
pointers from Maria.

I love that part of the show

because it really is Jett off-kilter.

Not in her strong place, but
trying to figure it out.