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[car horns beeping] [traffic humming]

[upbeat rhythmic music]

♪ Yeah, I'm about to float up

♪ I promise

- [Patron] What the fuck is wrong with you, man? I ain't doing shit.

Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off!

[people chattering]

- IDs out. IDs out.

Everybody have your IDs out.

[mellow music]

What's up, man?

♪ Either you get it

♪ Or you won't

[crowd clamoring] [cameras shutters clicking]

- Picture. - Yo! Back up!

Back up! Back up!

- IDs! Have your IDs out.

[muffled rhythmic music]

Here you go.

- I hope they ain't lazy in there tonight.

- Oh, I wouldn't know.

This the only view I get.

- You like the view?

[muffled rhythmic music] [people chattering]

- I like it better on an ID.

- Hold on, hold on, bro.

You don't know who this is?

- All that info should be on her ID.

I mean unless y'all don't wanna get in.

[muffled rhythmic music] [people chattering]

[purse clasp snaps] [people chattering]

[muffled rhythmic music]

- You late to the Somaya party, bozo.

- Chill out, Head.

[muffled rhythmic music]

- Enjoy your night, Somaya.

- Yeah, whatever.

[muffled rhythmic music]

- Somaya! - Hey, hey, hey. Back up.

Back up. Back up.

♪ If I'mma risk it all

♪ Might as well go crazy

♪ There is no rose without thorns, thorns ♪

♪ Through rose-colored glasses

♪ I see the future

♪ This is the wild rose, rose

♪ I've been trying I don't know why I'm trying ♪

♪ But baby, it's too late

♪ If I'mma risk it all

♪ Might as well go crazy, yeah

♪ Since I'm all the way deep inside ♪

♪ I might as well go crazy

♪ About to go crazy, yeah

♪ Hey, I'm stupid and I'm stressed ♪

- Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go, now.

It's going up tonight.

DJ Monte Carlo in the building.

We gonna get this thing lit!

- Hell, I gotta give me a stripper pole for the house.

This the type of shit I'm talking about

when I say I'm trying to get back working out, okay?

- What in the entire fuck? - What?

- [Somaya] This bitch left a comment on my IG talking shit.

Said my new album is gonna go double wood.

Meanwhile, she needs to clean up her nasty-ass room

in her motherfucking profile pic.

- Insta or Finsta?

- Finsta. What, girl, you know I be lurking,

People feel like they can say anything to a celebrity.

You know like I won't go channel my inner Rihanna

and clap back.

We got feelings, too, okay?

- We know, sis. We know, we know.

- [DJ] Okay big, boy. I see you making it rain.

- Fuck! - What?

- [Somaya] Another fucking sicko!

- You think it's the same stalker from last time?

- I don't know,

but they keep on getting more and more aggressive.

- Girl, as long as he ain't in this motherfucker

put your phone down, sis.

Come on.

Let's take a shot. - 1942?

- [Carmen] Only for the best for you, baby. [laughing]

[glasses clink]

Up to it, down to it.

Fuck those who don't it.

We do it 'cause we used to it.

Drink, motherfucker, drink.

- [DJ] The dancers ain't lazy tonight

so don't be lazy- - Whew!

- [DJ] With the money!

♪ Never chill, coming in heart I can never chill ♪

- All right, let's do this shit.

[laughing] Come on, let's get in here.

[muffled rhythmic music]

Let's pay these bitches rent.

[group laughing]

- [Rose] IDs out. IDs out.

- Ah, we don't show IDs, bro.

- That's your right.

But y'all be right outside.

- [laughing] They got comedy.

You must be new here.

- Been a couple of weeks,

but that don't change nothing.

IDs out. Please. [tense music]

- Shit. [laughing]

All right. [tense music continues]

[muffled rhythmic music] [people chattering]

- Enjoy your night.

- [Avery] Come on!

[tense music continues]

[muffled hip hop music]

[Somaya snorting]

- Damn, which one would you take home if you was a man?

[muffled hip hop music]

- Shit, I ain't gotta be a man.

I like the red head.

- [DJ] Cinnamon is lighting up the stage.

Take care of my girl. She's a baddie.

♪ Too busy with the word no, yeah ♪

♪ Stuck in the zone, in the zone ♪

- You smell delicious, girl.

What the hell are you wearing?

I wanna get it for my wife.

- It's called Shea Butter.

- Shea Butter, I gotta remember that? [laughing]

- [Coco] Ooh. Thank you baby.

- [Avery] Mm-hmm.

Yeah, there's more where that come from. Ah.

- Ain't you married?

- Yeah, sometimes.

Coco, when you gonna let me take you out?

- You can't afford me.

- Girl, I could change your life and you know it. Hmm?

- Ooh, you're gonna have to tip a little bit more than that

for me to even consider it.

- You know how much money I spend in here? On you?

I done gave you more than enough to feed your son for months.

I bet your drug dealing baby-daddy ain't doing that for you.

- You don't know shit about me.

[rhythmic music]

- Hmm, hey, I got a swing in my place, girl.

We can have a whole lot of fun.

- What are you doing?

- I'm just trying to get my money's worth.

- Looks like he can't keep his hands to himself.

- You don't like my place. I'll come to yours.

- I have a son at home

and a drug dealing baby-daddy remember?

- Nah-nah, I gotta say something.

- Somaya. Somaya!

♪ Love me right what about my roaming ♪

♪ Say you wanna love me right, right, right, right ♪

- Hey, hey, hey. - Hey!

Get your hands off of her!

- Whoa! What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?

- Keep your hands to yourself.

- She like it.

Besides, she know I'm only fucking around with her.

But you, you look like somebody to spend some money on.

You a stripper? You look like one.

- She can buy your whole life three times over.

- [scoffs] Fine, bitch!

Both of you gonna give me every dollar I done threw up in here tonight, huh?

- Fuck you and your money.

- Hey, girl, who you talking to?

[Somaya gasps]

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

[body bangs] [body thuds]

- Hey! - I'm gonna fuck you up!

- [Rose] Hey! What the fuck is going on?

- My gosh, girl, are you good? - No, I'm, I'm good. I'm good.

- [Avery] Don't you got some IDs to check?

Mind your business!

- This is my business now.

- Shit. - Okay,

since you wanna be all up in mine.

How about I give you the attention you looking for?

♪ Say you wanna love me right, right, right, right ♪

- You can't fight your own battles, huh?

- In an Armani suit? [scoffs]

I pay them too much money.

But, hey, if you feeling froggy?

[tense music]

Leap. [tense music swells]

[electronic warbling] [blows thudding]

Get his ass! - Oh, shit.

What the fuck is going on over there?

[fists pounding] [people chattering]

Oh man, it's getting serious.

[fists pounding] Where you at, security?

- Come on, man!

- [DJ] Y'all get strippers

and a UFC fight at the same damn time.

Damn! That was a cold hard right.

[Avery laughing] [crowd chattering]

[blow thuds] Oh, man!

- Get him!

[tense music continues] [glass shatters]

- [DJ] He got knocked the fuck out!

[tense music swells]

- You late to the Somaya party, bozo. Tighten up.

[people chattering]

- [DJ] Who the fuck is this guy? Wesley Snipes?

[people chattering]

- I'mma let you slide today.

Get the fuck outta here before I change my mind.

[people chattering]

- [DJ] Clean up of aisle five!

[people chattering]

Make sure you tip your bartenders.

- [Somaya] Who is he?

- I don't know.

But if he can fight like that, imagine how he can fuck. Mmm.

- Yeah, I got something he can beat up on.

- Okay. [both laughing]

- [Manager] What the fuck was that, Roosevelt?

- [Rose] That was me doing my job.

- Your job is to check IDs, observe and report.

You've only been here for three weeks

and you have somehow managed to tear up my club

and cost me more money than you're worth.

Your resume said good at deescalation.

That's why I hired you!

- I deescalated the whole situation.

- I'm gonna have to let you go.

I can see you're a liability!

You got anything to say for yourself?

- Do I still get paid tonight?

[manager scoffs]

[mellow music]

♪ Moth to a flame, you come right to me ♪

♪ When I see your face, the world stops moving, mmm ♪

♪ This vibration don't need tuning ♪

[dramatic booming]

- Ah, Head. Head, Head, Head, man. [scoffs]

You had one job. One motherfucking job!

- Look, look. I'm sorry, Bing.

I am sorry.

I have no idea what happened. It was so fast.

We, we were in the club and I looked up and she ran off.

- And you mean to tell me your big Black ass

couldn't get up and run after her?

- You know she don't like to be crowded, boss. You know her.

- [sighs] It's not the first time, Head.

Matter of fact, it seems like every other week

there's a security lapse due to incompetence.

Do you remember at her meet and greet,

you let Peter throw paint on her?

- Look, it's not my fault!

I thought they were her fans.

- Thought they were fans? Not my fault.

Not my fault. Not my fault.

I don't think you really know, understand, comprehend

what it feels like to get hit upside your head, Head.

That shit hurts, a lot.

You know, my grandmother rest her soul,

she probably would say something like,

"You musta never went outside as a kid."

- Come on, Bing.

Listen, what the fuck you,

I've been with you for a year-

- Almost a year with multiple fuck-ups along the way.

- Oh, no, look, it wasn't my fault.

- And that shit stops now.

[blows thudding]

- No, no. Please, don't do this!

[moans] Bing, no, Bing.

No, please. No, please, stop.

[blows thudding]

No! No, stop! [blows thudding]

No, Bing. No, Bing, please.

- Bingo, stop! Please stop, stop, stop.

Hey, stop. Stop, please, okay?

Okay? That's enough. [Big Head moaning]

- Get outta here.

You could've been seriously hurt out there.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Thank you for protecting me, okay?

- Somaya, get outta here. - Thank you always having my back, but look at him.

He's not worth it.

Okay, we can find another bodyguard.

Don't hurt him on account of me, please! Please.

Look, the sooner he gets out of here,

the sooner I can show you my appreciation.

- Hmm. [Somaya chuckles]

You lucky mother.

Get your ass out up. Get up!

If I ever see your fat Black ass in this office again,

I got three more awards right here all waiting a turn.

Now, get the fuck out of my office.

And take my damn label suit off, nigga.

You don't deserve to wear it.

[award clanks]

Pants, too.

- [whimpering] I ain't got no drawers on.

- [chuckles] You nasty motherfucker.

Keep it. Get, just get the fuck out.

- That was out of line, Bingo.

- Fuck him. Fuck him.

My job is to make sure you're okay.

You know that, right?

Speaking of.

[lid thumps]

Three carats to celebrate your third album.

- Three albums and still no percentage of my masters.

- Somaya, don't start that shit.

You're very, very well taken care of.

- I have a pair just like this.

- Well you can never have too many, can you, Somaya?

- I'll take them.

Since I did write most of the songs on the album

and have yet to get paid.

- What the hell is this?

Gang up on Bingo day or some shit?

Carmen, you're on a net 120,

which can be extended four months.

So I suggest you reread your contract.

- And what about the past royalties from the past albums?

- [sighs] Carmen, you wanna talk about what you owed,

putting a meeting in the books.

Until then, give us a moment. Thank you.

[heels clicking]

[door clicks]

Baby, look at me. You're keeping those earrings.

Only the best for you, okay?

You know that.

Besides, we have to find you a bodyguard ASAP

as we approach your third album.

- I wanna find my own.

- Excuse me?

- I wanna find my own bodyguard. What?

Especially, if they're gonna be guarding my body.

Hey, now you've been in charge of that for years

and I appreciate it, but, I want a say so.

- [scoffs] So you got somebody in mind?

- I just might.

[soft seductive music]

- Can't nobody guard this body like me.

- Of course not.

[seductive music continues]

[zipper whirs]

[seductive music continues]

[both sensually moaning]

- Say it. - Yeah, Bingo!

- [Bingo] Louder!

♪ Baby, this is your life, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, this is your life, baby ♪

[traffic noise humming]

[reflective music]

[brooding music]

[traffic noise humming]

[brooding music continues]

- [Yari] The guard should be on break.

[brooding music continues]

[elevator bell dinging]

[button clicking]

- Yo? I need the key.

Did you plan for that?

- Of course, I planned for it.

That's literally my job.

Dude, the app is already installed on your phone.

Just open it and scan.

[brooding music continues]

[electronic beeping]

- You're annoyingly good.

- Uh-huh. I bet I am.

- What's up, babe? [sighs]

- [Yari] Um-mm.

[suspenseful music]

[bag thuds]

[suspenseful music continues]

[suspenseful music continues]

- Looks like it's gonna be a long night.

- Yeah, you're right about that. [laughing]

I got a couple hours in me.

After that, you might just be on your own.

[suspenseful music continues]

[metallic clicking]

- [Rose] Tell Kelly, I said, what's up?

- Kelci. - Oh, yeah.

[gentle tense music]

When you gonna bring Kelci around?

Why you hiding her from the world?

- [scoffs] I'm not hiding her from the world.

Hiding the world from her.

- [chuckles] Oh, so poetic.

- Eh, it's a Drake bar.

I got a bunch of them saved from my social media captions.

[suspenseful music]

[Rose rhythmic breathing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Rose rhythmic breathing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[dramatic music]

- Yo, we got action. You there?

[Yari sensually moaning]

Yari? [Yari moaning]

[Rose chuckles] [headset beeps]

Goodnight, Yari.

Guess I'm the only one that's not getting lucky tonight.

Well, we gonna have to change that.

[gun clicking] [suspenseful music]

[dramatic suspenseful music]

[gun shot blasts]

[siren wailing] [phone ringing]

- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?

[mellow music]

- [Rose] Routine is the key to survival.

I've never felt the need to question my mission.

I wouldn't dare.

♪ Is it true, I don't know

- [Rose] I am trained to know

that my conscious is not my friend.

♪ I don't know what's real no more ♪

- [Rose] And I've learned

to bury the answers I'm searching for.

But recently, that only leads to more questions.

♪ I'm not a mess now

♪ Maybe it's intention

♪ I don't know but something's missing ♪

♪ Now I'm in search of, yeah

♪ Looking for better days, yeah ♪

♪ Hope I seen the worst of it

♪ In search of something, yeah

♪ My mama told me love is selfish ♪

[car engine rumbling]

[police siren wailing]

[phone ringing]

- Thank you very much. Thank you.

Oh, God bless you.

[siren wailing]

[employees chattering] [phone ringing]

- What did Ms. Joyce say

about patronizing the homeless out front?

- Unhoused. - Unhomed,

houseless, whatever.

Next thing you know,

it's gonna be a soup kitchen line down the block.

- I coulda swore that this

was a non-profit staffing agency that helps people.

- You cannot just follow the rules, can you?

Look, Guisados for lunch.

Please get your order in by 11.

On the dot, Rose.

[electronic beep]

- [Automated Voice] Roosevelt, access granted.

[door slams]

[people chattering] [upbeat music]

- [Pope] There we go. Give me five more.

Five, four, three, two.

- Hey, Rosie! - Come on! Keep going.

- [Quil] Yo! My dog!

[upbeat music]

- [Pope] Give me more, give me more.

Yeah, here we go. There he goes.

[weights clanking]

- We still got room for one more.

We'll take some of the weights off if that helps.

Lighten the load a little bit.

[group laughing]

- [Pope] Aw, shit. [laughing]

- I gotta go see Yari. Get my report from last night.

- You still be doing that shit?

Boy, don't nobody give a fuck about them reports.

Especially, if you on your shit.

Plus, Yari be fucking them up.

Am I right, Pope?

- Nah, dead ass. She aint fucking up, come on.

- Relax, that's still my sister you talking about.

- My bad, killer.

- I mean there's always room for improvement.

- [Quil] Yeah, you dig what I'm saying. Ah.

- That's exactly right.

That's why you need to be getting some of this work in.

- I can dig it. I'm gonna be right back, though.

- You know damn well you ain't coming back, man,

stop the cappin.

- Sure ain't coming back

and you need to work on them shoulders anyway.

[tense music]

[computer keys clacking]

[notification bell chimes]

[computer keys clacking]

[tense music]

- [Rose] That doesn't look like my assignment.

- Oh, yeah. Well, it's because you're not the only employee.

[Rose chuckles]

I actually finished yours hours ago.

I mean it was pretty cut and dry.

- That means I executed it flawlessly. No pun intended.

- Uh, I wouldn't say all that.

- You wouldn't know

because you was a little preoccupied last night.

Yeah. Uh-huh, nasty.

- I didn't mute the mic, did I?

- Nope. - Oh, my god.

Oh my, oh, my God.

Okay. No, no, you know what?

It doesn't even matter because you're an A-minus.

While the hit went smooth, you still found time to stop

and give money to a homeless man outside.

Then you proceeded to hold the door open for some lady.

- What? We can't be courteous no more?

- No. No, not if it involves creating witnesses.

People who are able to say they saw you at the scene.

The point is to stay off the radar.

But don't worry, I repatched

and looped all the security cameras.

So the only recording they have at that time is,

[computer keys clacking] this.

[electronic beeping]

- Oh, you are a fucking magician, Yari.

Come on now, okay. A David Yari.

- Ooh. - Blaine Yari.

- Oh! - Houdini Yari.

Yari Copperfield. - Sheesh. Yay.

- [Rose] Okay, how do like that one?

- [giggles] Yo-hoo. [laughing]

- Hey look, I know that Civil has you booked and busy,

you know what I'm saying? But I'm just wondering if you-

- Okay, no sign of them, Rose.

And I, really, I work on it every day when I can.

But it just, [sighs]

it doesn't seem like she wants to be found

[gentle somber music] [soft electronic beeping]

and I, I know that is hard to accept.

- It's been five months since she took Aurora

and just disappeared.

I just wanna make sure that they're okay.

That my family is safe.

- Hey, I did get a hit. New passport application.

Uh, same name, different spelling.

I mean it's worth a shot.

I'm still trying to get access to the photograph.

But the good news, if this is your daughter,

at least we know as of right now,

they're still in the country.

- That was quite a scene you caused at the gentleman's club.

With a scene like that, your cover could've been blown.

- Yes, sir. - Get it together.

Also, you do realize

you don't make your own schedule, right?

Well, you're late for your mandatory psych eval.

- I feel fine.

- No. What part of mandatory don't you understand?

[heels clicking]

[soft electronic beeping]

[electronic whirring]

[monitor beeping]

[electronic warbling]

- You're late. - My bad.

This shit just always freaks me out.

I had to take a shot of whiskey in the break room,

you feel me? [chuckles]

[Quil sighs]

[electronic warbling]

Rose? Rose.

[sighs] How'd it go last night?

- Routine. Six hour wait.

Single shot. Right to the throat.

- Ooh-wee. You did him a favor.

My mark would've loved you.

- You don't be torturing them, do you?

- Of course not. That's against policy.

Rose, look I know you've been going through it, you know,

the past few months with your wifey and your daughter,

but why didn't you come to my birthday party?

Come on, man, I thought we were tighter

than Rambo's headband.

- Yeah, man, you know I wanted to be there,

but I had a shift at the club that I couldn't miss.

I didn't know when my mark would emerge.

- [chuckles] Ole, dependable-ass, Rose.

Well I'm letting you know, boy, we turned up.

Me and Chase, you know we had all the baddies

and he got this little chocolate one, right.

It was 'cause he bought out the bar.

I'm like, "Oh, you trying to stunt on your boy, huh?"

You know what I'm saying? But hey, he took her to the back

and I know he took her down. [laughing]

- Yeah. That's Chase for you.

- Yep. Hmm. - How's the kid?

- [Quil] Oh, QJ? He's good, man.

Just sleeping during the day and having me up all night.

- Yeah, the QJ name is a first.

- Yeah, 'cause he was born to be different.

I wouldn't change it for the world.

I couldn't imagine my life without him.

[somber music] [monitor beeping]

My bad, Rose.

[somber music continues]

[somber music continues]

[monitor beeping] [somber music continues]

[dramatic booming]

[electric crackling]

[dramatic suspenseful music]

[electric crackling]

[dramatic suspenseful music continues]

- Bolden!

[gunshot blasts]

[Rose grunts]

[Rose panting]

[dramatic suspenseful music swells]

[Rose gasps] [dramatic rumbling]

- Roosevelt, Roosevelt, son, it's me. Relax.

Relax. That's it.

That's it.

What was it? What did you see?

- It was nothing.

- You saw something, Rose.

- No, it was nothing. Nothing, nah.

It was, I'm okay.

[apprehensive music]

- Yeah okay. Well, uh, take a moment.

Get some air. Joyce needs you for a debrief.

[apprehensive music]

[apprehensive music fades]

[zipper whirs]

- You're the only one who never counts the pay.

- It's never been off. Why would it be now?

- You're very trusting, Rose.

I love that about you.

Mm, you didn't do too well on your psych eval.

High levels of stress, highly emotional instability.

- I'm fine.

- So you say, but are you?

- I-I, yes, I am.

- So you don't think this

has anything to do with Summer and Aurora?

They were never supposed to find out about us, Rose.

You broke a very important code.

- I was shot, Summer needed answers.

- She wanted answers and you decided to tell her.

I gave you grace.

- You know, I'm wondering lately

if we're doing the right thing here,

- Are you questioning?

- No. - I hope not.

Because that would be-

- Against code. - Hmm.

We've been doing the right thing for decades now.

All we do is the right thing.

Thanks to us, you, me, Civil,

the world is a much safer place.

One low-life at a time.

- What's that?

- Mr. Avery's rap sheet.

Federal government had three failed indictments.

[dramatic whooshing] Money laundering,

kidnapping, accessory to murder and you got him.

[gunshot blasts]

Be proud of that.

The agency received a call today.

Platinum Prime Records.

- What the fuck is that? - Language?

- [Rose] Excuse me. What the hell is that?

- A record company, apparently.

Home to some pretty popular artists.

One in particular named Somaya.

I can't keep up with all the music released these days.

Heard of her?

- I heard her name.

- So, she's requested you personally

to work for her full-time.

- Doing what?

- Bodyguard, of course.

- Yeah, well, I don't know about that.

I heard that she's, uh, pretty arrogant, high-nosed.

I don't do well with those Hollywood types, so.

- I think you can handle it and you know the rules.

You gotta keep a job and since you were fired,

you don't have much of a choice.

[urgent knocking]

What is it, Yari?

- The official reprimand.

- Ah. [pen scratching]

Where is he?

- [Yari] In the shooting range.

- How convenient.

I'll expect you Sunday. Don't be late.

- Yes, ma.

[hands smacking]

[reflective music]

[gunshots cracking]

[alarm beeping]

[gunshot pops] [agents chattering]

[foreboding music]

- Agent Quil holster your weapon and step forward.

[gun clattering]

[foreboding music continues]

Agent Quil, how long have you been with the organization?

- Six years, ma'am.

- I remember when you started.

Eager, rambunctious, green, but you stuck with it.

- I know this might sound weird to say, but I love my job.

Everything about it.

- I'm happy you found your passion.

Lot of people aren't fortunate enough

to be in that position.

But then something changed. Right?

- [Quil] How so?

- I mean, it became less about Civil and more about Quil.

- I don't understand.

- Well, it has come to my attention

that there have been several violations.

The latest being at a bar at your birthday celebration

where a bartender overheard you

bragging about being an assassin.

He filed a police report.

- Oh, no. I didn't do that.

- Quil, what I'm gonna need you to do

is to recite the 10 laws of Civil,

something you should know.

[foreboding music continues]

Come on. You should know these.

[foreboding music continues]

- Once a job is assigned, you must follow through.

- Yes. - No children.

No mercy towards the victims.

The only way out of Civil is death.

No joy kills.

Feelings towards a target are prohibited.

Always find an escape plan.

Leave no witnesses, ever.

Never reveal your identity or a mission.

- Good. For a moment, I thought you forgot that last one.

[foreboding music]

We've operated in secrecy for the past 40 years.

Our success has always depended

upon our ability to be non-existent.

We're drawn to the shadows, not the light.

And everyone here has pledged their allegiance

and their lives to our cause.

And in return, you are protected and very well compensated.

You see, I've always wanted Civil

to be a self-governing organization

and I trust everyone here to do their job.

But what happens when all of that is jeopardized?

Put in jeopardy for the sake of ego, pride, attention.

Well then, I have to step in

to protect everything we've worked so hard to build.

You know what I haven't done in a while? Target practice.

Quil, can you get me a target?

[dramatic booming] [foreboding music continues]

[Quil panting]

No, I'm gonna need a slightly larger target.

[foreboding music continues]

My eyes are kind of bad.

- Come on, Ms. Joyce, please.

Look, okay.

Okay look, I-I, I went, I went, I went...

It was my birthday and I, I-I had a little bit to drink,

but it was a bunch of us there.

You know, maybe, maybe the bartender

thought it was, it was me and it was somebody else.

- I was there. I heard it.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

You were fucking wasted, Quil.

Couldn't keep your damn mouth shut.

- [Joyce] Well, then that settles it.

[dramatic suspenseful music swells]

- Ms. Joyce, please. No, Ms. Joyce.

Please, don't, please. It wasn't me.

It wasn't me. It wasn't me, Ms. Joyce.

Please. Hey, Rose.

Rose, Rose, you know me, Rose. [panting]

[gun clicks]

Ms. Joyce, it wasn't me. It wasn't me.

I didn't say anything.

Ms Joyce, it wasn't- [gunshot blasts]

- Damn! [Quil panting]

- It wasn't me.

[foreboding music]

Please, Ms. Joyce!

Please, Ms. Joyce, don't do this!

Come on, Rose. Rose, Rose!

[gunshot blasts]

[Quil grunts] [body thuds]

- Mama Bear's still got it.

[apprehensive music]

Clean this up.

[apprehensive music continues]

- You know, having someone take the blame

for something you did

is pretty low even for you.

- [Rose] Civil code number six, no joy kills.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd think there was a glimmer of satisfaction

in Joyce's face.

But Quil knew the rules. We all do.

A personal contract with your life as collateral.

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