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There's a guy in the
kitchen waiting for you.

He's really handsome.

Miljan Bestic.

There's gotta be something.

A sister. Divorced. Ex works for Bestic.

You know him?

You said you needed to know
how many more jobs. Three.

Here's job number one. Name is Nolan.

I got all kinds of patients.

An actress married to this businessman.

In that garage is a 1958
Mercedes-Benz roadster.

Salas and Junior, cozy as fucking lice.

JACKIE DILLION: What did I say
about tailing Bobby on your own?

BOBBY LARKIN: Mrs. Castillo?

-I just got made.
-Bobby Larkin.

Bobby!

-It was nice to meet you.
-Same.

She's a cop, and you brought her there.

I can't do this anymore.

I want a regular partner.

The new judge is setting up a task force,

-and I think I should transfer.
-I'm not gonna let you do that.

I'm not asking for your permission.

What happened to your forehead?

-Tell me it was your brother.
-It was my brother.

We're gonna need a bigger house.

-You in?
-Jett We're in.

Did you hurt Mr. Tyler?

He didn't even know we were there.

What if he'd seen you? Would you?

That's not what we do.

What's your name?

You know my name.

I'm asking 'cause I want to hear you say it.

What's it to me what you want?

Jesus Christ, man.
I'm just making conversation.

What's your name, big guy?

McKay.

-Quinn speaks highly of you--
-Charlie, you're losing me here.

This associate of mine,
who you are accusing of trying

to rip you off, we've been
doing business for a long time.

Now, I instructed him to give you 20%,
and you waltz in here

and you tell me that he offered you 10,
and insulted your girl.

It wasn't insulting, just unprofessional.

- -Charlie! Please, don't do this--

Shh, shh, shh.

Now, you hear what we're talking about.

-I can explain everything--
-I know you been stealing from me.

Coked-up piece of shit.

I'm gonna ask you this once.

Did you or did you not try to lowball Quinn?

-I did.
-And...

did you or did you not ask
Daisy to polish your knob?

It was a joke! It was a harmless joke, man!

Was it funny?

Oh please, please! Don't do this, Charlie!

Teach him some manners. Smash his teeth in.

Charlie...

Fuck it.

I'll give you 25%.

And, uh, there might be

another job we can all do together.

We shouldn't have taken that next job.

Ancient history.

It's good to see you.

Likewise.

So,

tell me about the caretakers.

Gladys and Sal Hilburn are a happy couple.

-Sweetheart... - They go to the
farmers' market once a week,

-gym twice a week.
- Together?

They like to spend time with each other.

Only time they're apart,
he likes to have a beer at a sports bar

called Chuck's Luck, late afternoon.

Usually stays about an hour.

What does she do in the meantime?

Fusses with the garden.

She's got lilies, petunias, geraniums,

all very neatly organized.

What do they do at night?

Stay in, mostly. Watch TV.

Twice, they've taken a
walk out on the beach,

but just 15 minutes or so.

-One night, I followed them to
the theater. - Movie theater?

No, no. Theater theater. Musical comedies.

- Here?
- Locals get dressed up.

Meaning the men put on
shoes and pay 15 bucks

for a glass of wine,
bring it inside in a sippy cup.

How about neighbors?

Good news. I left fliers next door,
three days running.

Nobody picked them up, so I went in,
looked around, the place is empty.

There's access to the Meadows
Estate through the back,

out of view of the street,
once you've disabled the alarms.

- Neighborhood watch?
- Rent-a-cops.

Every 45 minutes, like clockwork.

Any staff at the neighbors?
-Pool guy, Tuesday.

Talked on the phone for an hour,

skimming the water surface,
didn't do much else.

The gardeners came Wednesday.
Smoked a joint,

-blew leaves around.
- Same gardeners both places?

Different. Meadows Estate used

two Mexican guys in a Ford truck.

Rivas brothers, real thorough.

- Maybe they can give me a ride in. - Maybe.

-Where do you want to start?
- Let's see what Gladys keeps in her purse.

They've been members of the
Portsmouth Playhouse for seven years.

Think they deserve a token of appreciation.

Possible.

Thin.

Very thin.

We need to babysit them.

So, we get them a driver,
make an evening out of it.

With a uniform and everything.

You look good in a uniform.

But we need a driver for the truck,

a real driver.

You know anyone?

Did you ever work with
Fred Mooney from Lafayette?

Doesn't ring a bell.

He's our guy.

Alice Mom?

What's up, monkey?

Where are you?

In a little town.

-What are you doing there?
-Just working.

-What are you doing?
-Talking to you on the phone.

-And before that?
-We ate pagan brownies.

Phoenix Vegan.

Oh, not pagan. Vegan.

-Is that Phoenix?
-Yep.

-Did she pick you up at school?
-With Maria.

And Phoenix brought me fashion magazines.

Maria let you read fashion magazines?

But no gossip stuff.

'Cause it rots your brain.

Because it rots your brain?

-Is that true?
-She's got a point.

-Mom?
-Monkey.

What is gossip?

Did you ask Maria?

She said to ask you this time.

Gossip is when people who don't know you

say not very nice things about you.

-Like lying?
-Exactly.

Why do they have a separate word for it?

That's a very good question.
I really don't know.

When are you coming home?

By the weekend.

I miss you.

Miss you, too.

Oh...

"In appreciation for your continued support

"of the Portsmouth Players,
please find enclosed

"two reserved orchestra seats

"to our smashing theatrical extravaganza

Who Needs Flowers?, starring Richard Kind."

I love Richard Kind.

What is this?

This Thursday?

How nice is that?

And they will send a car for us.

What? What car?

It says so right here. "A courtesy vehicle

"and driver at your
disposal so you can indulge

in our famous cucumber martinis at the bar."

Judging by his body language,
he's a little hesitant.

She, on the other hand,

she can barely contain herself.

Already thinking about the three
martinis she's gonna have.

-Keep your knuckles flat.
-Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, chief?

-Can I help you?
-I am all turned around here.

I was trying to find Brannigan's Cove.
You know where that is?

Brannigan's Cove?

-Isn't that the surfing place?
- Yes, sir.

-You fellas surf?
-No.

But I think it's about a half-mile down
that way, past the old bus station.

Oh, that so?

Well, thank you kindly.

Okay.

McKay Anything to report?

These people have no taste.

Is it at least expensive bad taste?

Nothing we can fence.

Private security just cruised by.

Jett Copy. Go to your post.

You got eyes on it yet?

Looking at it now.

-How badly do you want to meet
the gardeners? -Trick question.

One is headed your way.

Thought you said they spent an hour in here.

Be that as it may, you're not gonna make it

back in the house to close that garage door.

No point asking which way he's facing.

Right now, he's facing the other way,

about six feet away from you.

I'll meet you next door.

Can you see the front gate from there?

Tell me it isn't who I think it is.

That's Nolan's car all right.

Alarm is reset. See you in 30 seconds.

He's driving off.

Let's make sure he never does that again.

Okay.

Did you catch the driver?

Yes.

Any idea who she is?

Not the missus.

Whole time I watched them,
she stayed home all day, shopping online.

Mrs. Nolan passed the
300-pound mark years ago.

Never looked back.

Amateurs.

You want me to talk to him?

No, I think I better.

So how did you do last night?

Really? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?

I know...

Uh, just one second.

-Can I help you? -Yes,
I have an appointment with Dr. Nolan.

-What's your name?
-Ms. Evans.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Evans,
I don't have you down.

-When did you make your appointment?
-I did it directly

with the doctor. He said for
me to come in this afternoon.

That's very unorthodox.

Go tell him I'm here.

Ma'am, why don't you start
by filling this out,

and I'll see if the doctor can fit you in.

Yeah--

Either you go tell him or I do.

I'll call you right back.

The doctor will see you now.

You can hang your clothes
on the back of this door,

put the robe on, or... not.

-This is not a good idea.
-How much does she know?

-Excuse me?
-Vicky.

My receptionist?

I don't care you're banging her.

I simply need to know what
I'm dealing with here.

Hey, I don't like your attitude.

This is my deal, you know.
I put this thing together,

brought it to Evans,
so what I do in my private life

is very little of-of...

your concern, and you just waltzing in here?

I gotta tell you, I'm shocked at
the level of unprofessionalism--

This morning, when you drove past

the Meadows Estate, what did you tell Vicky?

How did you-- What,
are you people following me?

Join us.

-Vicky...
-Uh-huh?

...Barry is involved in
a criminal enterprise

that will go off the rails
if he is caught driving past

the scene of the crime again.
Do you understand?

-Yeah, she doesn't know any--
-So, whatever he promises you

or tells you is fine with us,

as long as you keep him away from
that place for the next few days.

-Think you can manage that?
-Of course.

Who else has he told about this?

-Hey, I'm standing right here,
you know-- -Keep your voice down, Doctor.

No one else, I swear.

Good.

Now everybody's on the same page.

I leave this matter in your hands.

He won't go near there again.

I promise.

That you?

- Sure hope so.
-Pick up my beer?

No. I forgot.

Vicky, how many times I gotta remind you?

I don't know, 20?

Enough times for you to do it yourself.

What bug crawled up your ass?

It's real.

What's real?

Barry.

He's really gonna go through with it.

A woman came by the office today,

one of the thieves.

I mean...

you should've seen this
bitch put him in his place.

Christ.

I could've kissed her.

Oh, yeah?

What'd she look like?

-Stop. -I have been missing you all day.

-I gotta take a shower.
-No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

Putting some time in with him, huh?

When's this job?

-They won't tell him.
-They won't tell him?

No.

They don't trust him.

What are we supposed to do?

Watch the place until it happens.

I'm supposed to, like, what, be there 24/7,

hoping nobody's gonna notice me?

Yeah, it will do you some good.

You're a little edgy, cooped up in here.

Just be sure they don't see you.

I think he broke a vertebrae.

He is no premature ejaculator,

-I will give him that.
-Don't go telling me this.

I'm afraid my arms are gonna give out,
and he's gonna crush me

and suffocate me before he realizes.

I don't want to hear this shit.

He says he eats when gets nervous.

I never met anyone more nervous.

- Where'd you meet him?
- 4000 Cooper Street,

Jackson, Michigan.

Low point in your life.

Low point in everybody's life.

What was he in for?

Seven to 20 for armed robbery.

They tried to cut a deal with him.

Talk and walk, but he turned them down.

-Hung in there, did the full seven. -Hmm.

He's solid,

not some racecar asshole.

-Thanks for picking me up, sir.
-Fred, this here's Kowalski.

-And what do you like
to be called? -Kowalski.

-You get me a uniform?
-It just needs to be pressed.

Got a line on an 18-wheeler, too, sir.

Checking it this afternoon.

How much time you put in the Army, Fred?

Two years, before sniper school,

and then about six more months,
till they kicked me out.

-Sniper school.
-Yeah.

What did they kick you out for?

Still not sure about that.

You work alone, mostly as a sniper.

What are you doing here?

Is that how you say hello?

Am I supposed to come running
and jump in your arms?

What's wrong with that?

Not happy to see me?

Sure I am.

This isn't the first time this happens.

You dreamt of me in jail?

-Didn't you?
-Sure.

That was mostly about... sex.

This is something else.

Yeah,

but it's nice.

Better than a cell block dream?

Different.

What would you say if you were really here?

I'd say...

everybody makes mistakes.

I can't picture you saying that.

What do you picture?

-This is a no standing zone.
-Huh?

-You can't be parked here.
-Oh.

Shit, I was just, uh, tired, you know? I...

pulled over to try to catch some Zs.

-You live around here?
-Uh, no.

I'm staying with a, a lady friend.
How about you?

Uh, what time is it?

Nine in the morning.

Wanna smoke a bowl?

I'm working, dude.

Right. Right, shit.

If you want to get a beer some time,

I'll buy the first round. I'm Henry.

All right, Henry. Seth.

Drive careful, will you?

- Hello?
-Car's here.

Hello. I'm Gladys.

This is my husband, Sal.

-Good evening, sir.
-What's your name?

-Freddie.
-Freddie.

Hi, Freddie. Thank you.

Thanks.

So, how do we work this?
Do we get your num--

I wrote it down,

but I'll be right here
when you folks come out.

-Enjoy the show.
-Thank you, Freddie.

Okay, they're in.

Jett Wait till the show starts,
then head over.

-Fred.
- You're on.

Stick to the speed limit. Check in later.

See you tomorrow night at 10:00.

Yes, sir... Miss.

I could just leave them there.

No. Pick 'em up, drop 'em off.

Everything completely normal.

No reason for anyone to
notice anything for a while.

-See you back at the motel.
-See ya.

Put it down. No fast moves.

Hands on your head. Turn around, slow.

This house is empty, huh?

You figure make it your base of operations?

I can see why. Smart.

I had the same thought,
so we're both smart. Remember that.

-What's your name?
-Maria.

You don't look Mexican.

Is that miss or missus?

Maria's fine.

Play your cards close to your vest, huh?

That's cool.

I watched you and the
two guys do your thing.

Slick.

I could've done all three of you
and taken off with the truck,

and then I thought to myself, hold on.

Why would I drive a semi when I can just

ask you where it's going and cut
it off at the drop-off site?

Where's it going?

A shipping yard in Bergen.

-And how do I know you're
not lying? -You don't.

-Who are you?
-I'll tell you who I'm not.

I'm not some, some sissy doctor
that you can just push around.

You have to deal with me on equal terms!

Yeah. You're like, who is this guy?

I can see the thought
bubble on top of your head.

You're like, who the hell is this dude?

I'm the mystery dude, honey,
who you never saw coming.

That's why you're standing there like a,
like a brain fart,

shorting out your entire cerebral cortex,

while I have a gun on your face.

Take your shirt off.

Why?

Because I want to see you topless.

No.

If you don't do it, I'll kill you!

You're not gonna kill me
because I'm no use to you dead.

You need to verify what
I tell you is the truth,

and I am your only
leverage with my partners.

Turn around.

I gotta frisk you.

Hi, Bobby!

Tiffany, hey.

I'm just closing up, but I can show
you around, you want to take a look.

I brought you a coffee. Um,

I heard you were quitting your job.

Uh, yeah.

It's like...

It's like a wheel that you spin,

and you stop spinning it, but it...

you know, it keeps going just on momentum.

That's what we're like.

He comes from a lot of pain.

His father is a complete monster.

And his mother...

she killed herself.

What do you think he's gonna do?

I don't know.

He's just so paranoid.

Like the other day, when we--

when we ran into you,

he told me you were a cop.

Like, flat out, he honestly believes that.

Bobby, I am a cop.

That's not even funny.

I think you're in real danger here.

We can protect you from him.

-Get out of my face.
-Think it over. Leave this

in your office, don't
take it home, but call me.

I said, get the fuck out of my face, lady!

I thought you might want
to make a toast to us.

I will, I swear to God.

-Guess not. -No, no, no.
I just, I don't want to rush it.

Let me just go to the bathroom first.

Again?

I swear to God,
I knew you were gonna say that.

The sangria's going through me quicker

than grain through a pigeon.

That's so romantic.

Don't be mean.

I'm sorry.

You've reached Detective Josie Lambert.

Leave a message, and I'll call you back.

Come on.

Two days, you can't call me back?

You're pissed because
of the task force thing.

I'm an asshole.

Let's discuss.

And I-I didn't not recommend you to Carter.

I told him I couldn't spare you right now,

could we review this at a later date.

Which is true. Just call me back, please?

Please, call me back.

I miss you.

You used to be a junkie?

Glamorous stuff.

You miss it?

You don't have to worry,

me being around Alice.

I don't know a lot of trustworthy junkies.

Well, I'm a different person now.

My dad was a part-time drug dealer.

I don't think that his heart was in it,

but since he was always unemployed,

living off my mother,

I guess at some point,
he had the brilliant idea

that smuggling heroin was relatively simple.

Took us on holiday to
Portugal when I was nine.

On the way back, my cousin
and I had to wear condoms

packed with smack, taped to our waists.

Little angels that no one
would suspect at customs.

Where was your mom in all this?

Too scared,

and too dumb to do anything.

Was he violent?

Average.

Once a week,

sometimes not even,

but enough that she was petrified.

My step-father, Neal's dad,
he loved to hit us.

But he took it out on Neal worse than me.

He was gentler with me.

How gentle?

No, not like that. Mm-mm.

He felt me up this one time he was wasted,

but I told him, if he ever
tried that again, I'd kill him.

Did you mean it?

Yeah, I was 14.

I don't think I had sex yet.

Maybe later that year.

I was giving hand jobs before that.

Well, anyway, he was really embarrassed,

so I figured he wasn't
such a bad guy deep down.

-Until he cleaned out
my mom's bank account. -

-That usually wakes people up.
-Yeah.

She never had any luck with men.

Is your father still alive?

No.

Was it a sudden thing?

Very...

unexpected.

Especially by him.

You miss him?

One day, he took me out for ice cream.

On the way back,

we got stuck in this rain shower.

I'd never seen rain so much,

like something from the Bible.

I was wearing these little white shorts

and a tank top, soaked it straight through.

The way he looked at me, hypnotized,

no one's ever looked at me that way.

I miss that,

but not from him.

Phoenix! Where'd you go?

Nothing bad will happen
to Alice on my watch.

Good.

I'd almost rather go to the dentist

-than anywhere, wouldn't you?
- Yeah.

Now, no Novocain.

It dulls the senses.

This is gonna hurt you more than it is me.

Oh, goody, goody, here it comes!

Chucky, that you?

Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.

-Charlie's not here.
-Yeah, I know.

He sent us to get you.

What for?

Ask him when you see him.
I just do what I'm told.

The man said grab Bobby, bring him over.

Open up!

Josie!

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Do you have someone in there?

Yes, I'm on a date.

Oh, a date?

How civilized. Can I meet him?

-I'm calling you a taxi.
-No, fuck that.

Hey! Jack!

You're drunk.

Is that your expert opinion?

Let go of me.

I don't want to hurt you.

What a relief. I am hurt.

-Fucking pissed off at you.
-No.

-Can we not do this?
-What, what are we doing?

What are we going? We're just talking.

How about we skip to the
part where it's tomorrow

and you apologize, and then we can talk?

But right now, you need
to go home to your wife,

in one piece.

You know what your problem is?

You want things that you won't admit to.
That is your problem.

-Okay.
-Yeah, yeah.

Y-you don't just want these things.
You need 'em.

You want the, the, the...

the picket fence and the little fat baby

and the fluffy dog and the Christmas cards.

You pretend like you don't, but you do.

And it's all this hypocrisy between us

that's created all this conflict and,
and, and... confusion.

Oh gee, doc, would you look at that?
We're out of time.

-We'll continue this in the
next session. -Don't do that.

Don't shut me out, okay?

I'm the one who's shutting you out?

What I want to know is where is your date?

Is he, is he in the bathroom?

Is he taking a dump, or is he...

hiding like a little bitch?

He's got nothing to do with this.
Let him be.

Oh.

You're gonna take his side?
You must really like this guy.

-Do I know him?
-Fuck you.

Hey, boy toy!

Boy toy, come on out here!

-Don't be rude!
-Hey. Shh.

I don't know him.

-Is there a problem here?
-No problem, Bill.

Okay? Just give me a second.

Please.

Please, do not sleep with Bill.

-Give me your car keys.
-Just give me a chance.

Give me your car keys.

You're gonna have to wait
outside while I call a cab.

You mean, wait outside
while you fuck this guy?

Give me the keys.

Did you pick him up or he picked you up?

Just tell me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Just tell me.
-I will tell you tomorrow!

Jack. Jack!

-I didn't realize you had a boyfriend. -

Ex-boyfriend. It's over.

-By the way, it's Phil.
-Hmm?

My name. You thought it was Bill?

No. Phil.

Phillip.

-I know.
-God.

I just didn't want to
correct you in front of him.

Does he know it's over?

Let's discuss that after.

I know you're having
second thoughts right now,

but I want you to fuck me so bad.

He doesn't have a key, does he?

No.

Motherfucking asshole! One second.

-It'll be better if I just go.
-Phil, I'll handle it.

Is this what you wanted to see?

Now you mention it...

Whatever you think you're doing here,

-I'm giving you the chance--
-You sleep in the raw?

-Or you got company?
-Turn around

-and leave right now.
-Hey!

Anybody else here?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You're coming with us for a ride.

I advise you, it'd be better
if you didn't fight it.

Go get her some panties.

Wesley Taggart from the Motor City.

Junior's do-anything man.

I appreciate a girl that doesn't
shave her bush nowadays.

It shows character.

But you like much younger girls,
if I remember correctly.

Oh, my goodness, Detective.

You wouldn't be trying to provoke me?

Whatever it is that you
think you gotta do tonight,

you don't.

Junior's being watched,

and you're gonna take the fall with him.

Seriously? Josephine, if someone

is watching Junior,
it's a God damn long leash.

So, why don't we quit fucking the dog here?

Nobody is coming to save you.

Did he break a rib?

I don't know where he got the
idea to tackle you like that.

Hey, why'd you antagonize the
detective like that, huh?

I don't like sneaky people.

Ah, you truly are unpredictable, man.

Where are we going?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

-You won't believe it until it happens.
-Until what happens?

Sit down.

Yeah.

You like Hangman?

It is a solid game.

We're gonna play a round, but...

we're gonna play a little differently.

You get the word right,

you walk.

But, and here's the fine print,

you might not walk with
every body part intact.

I mean, unless you're a Hangman shark,

but I have no way knowing that, so...

if you get a letter wrong,

I get to cut a part of you.

Hand, foot, head.

And now you're probably going, "Well, wait!

What if the word is really long?"

But I'm no cheat.

Unlike some people I can mention.

Where's Bobby?

No. No!

You're not allowed to say his name.

Okay! Here we go.

Four-letter word. Pick a letter.

-I'm not playing.
-Did you say A?

'Cause you strike me like the cautious type.

You start with vowels for sure.

We're building a case against
your father, not you.

Hmm. Hey, Josie?

Don't demean yourself by saying
inane shit like that, okay?

Now, did I hear an E?

And I forgot to mention
that this is speed Hangman.

The clock is ticking.

We have nothing on you, Junior.

Bobby doesn't know anything.

Didn't know.

What did you do?

What did I do? What did I do?

Well, you're the detective, Josie!

What do you think I did? Hmm?

Now, did you say I? I think I did hear an I.

Yes, there is an I. Here we go.

Now see, technically, that's not allowed,

but I'm in a generous mood.

Now, pick a consonant, Josie.

And don't disappoint me. What's it gonna be?

Hmm?

What's it gonna be, Jojo?

N.

-What was that?
-I said N!

N! Hoo! My Lord.

You lucky slut. There is an N!

All right, halfway there. 30 seconds left.

I will never tell a soul.

Twenty seconds.

R.

R? R, R...

Hmm?

Nope, so sorry.

There's no R.

Are you left-handed or right-handed?

No, no, no!

Okay.

Just answer the man, Detective.

I can choose for you.

Right.

Mm, right. Power of persuasion.

Oh...

Where you going, Jojo?

We just got started.

Josie...

Josie.

You know, the word was jinx.

And I think,

with a little more time,
you would've gotten there.

Much better than Bobby.

He sobbed the entire time.

Couldn't make a lick of sense.

I cut his balls off.

Gonna make a nice pasta sauce with them.

Out of respect, of course.

Aah, fuck!

Get up.

Yo! Find her?

Negative.

Fuck, she's fast.

- Yo, Hop.
-Yeah?

Over here. You see her?

I already checked down the south side.

She might've gone down the pathway
when we were in the alleyway, but...

I think she just kept running.

I know you?

Not yet. But if you've got any
sense of self-preservation,

I recommend you hurry inside.

You are a bad dog.

You wouldn't just be pretending
to be unconscious, would ya?

You in some kinda trouble in here, Henry?

You think you're in charge
of your own destiny?

I don't know anything.

You are not.

So here is your chance to walk away.

In episode six,

the heist of this precious car in Portsmouth

is important because Jett calls
a former partner called McKay,

who is gonna play a big part
in the rest of the season

'cause she needs a team
to try and steal this car.

The job itself is not very complicated.

We see Jett in her element.

It's almost like taking candy from a baby.

Anything to report?

These people have no taste.

She walks into a house that
she knows no connection to,

and she sees a picture
of Charlie Baudelaire.

And... that is a big moment
of realization for Jett

because these jobs aren't random,

and they're all tied together
by one thing, which is Charlie.

One of the banes of Jett's existence

is things getting out of control,

not because somebody smarter
than you has outwitted you,

but because stupid people
are doing stupid things.

Can you see the front gate from there?

Tell me it isn't who I think it is.

Vicky is a small town femme fatale

trying to figure out her
way out of this town.

Join us.

She ends up having an affair

with the doctor that she's working with,

but also has a boyfriend who
messes things up even worse.

-I've been missing you all day.
-Stop.

When's this job?

Just be sure they don't see you.

All the men around her are not super bright.

She's much brighter than all of them,

and Jett realizes that

the way she can control the
situation is through Vicky.

-She doesn't know anything.
-So whatever he promises you

or tells you is fine with us,
as long as you keep him

away from that place for the next few days.

Think you can manage that?

Of course.

Now everybody's on the same page.

You can be so good at what you do,

but if something that doesn't make any sense

surprises you, it might take you down.

And for a moment, Henry's ineptitude

throws her off her game,

and it puts Jett in a lot of danger.

Put it down. No fast moves.

As fate would have it,

in the same way that she went to prison

probably for one of her lesser crimes,

she is knocked out by
one of her lesser foes.

Turn around.

We're not sure what happens,

and we don't end up seeing
her for quite some time.