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Show me your hands!

I don't remember. That bullshit isn't going to fly.

Enjoy the day.

Kevin Finnegan, piece of shit, decides to confess to a string of murders.

You know what that means, Julian? You're a free man.

They all knew what I was doing to pay the rent. Everybody knew.

My name is Olga.

Who's Julian?

You are, Johnny.

What are you doing with that woman?

I don't Know, I guess whatever she wants.

Johnny.

You can't let him see you.

-No. -What's the problem? Wait a second.

How long you been teaching at the school?

This was my second year.

Is she moving out of state?

She's moving out of state.

Colin, she’s your teacher.

If he hurts her, I'll fucking kill him.

-Colin ran off with the teacher. -He'll listen to me.

-He will? -Yeah.

Last time he listened to you

was a very long fucking time ago, Michelle.

I want to see the queen.

You want to see Olga...

and you want to get back to work?

Why not?

-Go. -Follow me.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Now show me what you can do.

Did you know I was in love with you when I was a little girl?

Julian, where are you? Come on. Hey!

Come on! Come on.

Yes, finally.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Now show me what you can do.

Okay, my turn? All right.

Oh, my, you're too good.

-Birthday fucking boy. -Hey, brother.

-Fucking love you, man. -Fucking love you, too, buddy.

-Happy birthday. -Thank you.

I fucking love you. Enjoy your day, man.

Your turn.

Isabelle. Do you want to put that in your room?

It's not that kind of party.

We're almost done.

IT have a special present for you. You follow me.

That's good. Very good. Very good.

And look at her beautiful hair. We don't miss any detail.

That's good. Very good. Very good. That's right.

Back to her face. Back to her eyes.

Isn't she beautiful? Tell her she's beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

So, you want to come back to work? Come on. Yeah.

It's me, you're fine.

Yeah, see?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah.

What the fuck, dude?

I just--

You think people are going to pay to feel a limp dick inside of them?

Come on, come on. Come on.

-Come on, what? I-- -Let's get this. Come on.

Yeah, you can do it.

What is it? You forgot how you do it?

So, this is how we do it, remember? Yeah.

So this...

this is a pussy. There you go.

This is how we fuck.

Olga. Olga?

-Get your-- -Hey, hey, hey, champ. Calm down, man.

Come on, J. Let's go back inside, get a little drink-drink.

Why...Why didn't you tell me she was sick?

Isabelle told me not to tell.

Wait, wait, wait. Stop. What does that even mean?

You know how shit works. Isabelle's the boss.

She tells me not to tell you, I don't tell you. It's fine.

Would you --

Fucking... J!

2019 Ford Fiesta. Blue.

6PCI132.

And I need to know if Finnegan's still alive.

I got to talk to him again. Okay, call me.

Hey, Julian. The woman in the car-- with the driver, old lady--

that was the queen, right?

Motherfucker.

So, let me ask you this.

Why would she want to have that young girl killed? Madam Olga.

So, why would Madam Olga pay Finnegan to kill that girl like he did,

with you right next to her.

What does it matter?

-It matters. -Yeah.

It matters. The fucking girl, her whole life in front of her.

-You, 15 years of your life. That matters. -Leave it alone, detective.

"Leave it alone’? Is that what you'd do?

You just leave shit alone? Just walk away, Julian?

Like you're some fucking Buddhist, or something?

Don't you want to know what happened?

Don't you want to know the fucking truth? Damn it.

If I didn't tell you to confess, do you think you would've done it?

You're a free man.

I wanted to come here and tell you myself.

Hello, Johnny.

Hi.

My name is Olga.

I'm Isabelle.

-Isabelle. -One day, you're going to belong to me.

You're a good boy, Johnny.

Let's go. Get some. Come on.

Let's go!

-Whoa! Game tie! -Whoa! It's game tie!

-Can I ask you a question? -You can ask me anything you want.

Are you like this when you're working?

What'd you hear?

I heard you were in love.

Colin Stratton, leave me a message.

Tell me where you are.

Tell me where you are,

and I will come and get you and we'll never come back here.

We'll just go.

I don't care who you're with.

I will come and get you. I'll come and get both of you.

Just tell me where you are. You are not safe.

You looking for these?

You shouldn't have sent that man.

He's fine. He's looking for Colin. He'll find him.

I know what he does.

-Stop imagining things. -I'm not imagining things.

-You're a fucking piece of shit. -Don't... don't...

-Fucking piece of shit. -Don't, don't. Stop. Stop.

Stop calling me names. Just trust me.

Will you trust me?

Promise me he'll be all right.

He will.

-Promise me she'll be all right. -I promise.

Come on, Colin.

-Hello? -I got eyes on the kid.

Good. Text me the address. Wait for me. I'll handle it.

Hey. Hold up, hold up. Is that Finnegan?

Oh, shit. Fuck me.

-You his kid? -Yeah.

Yeah. Sorry for your loss.

Come on, Kevin. Who hired you?

Keen.

Fuck.

Wow, look at you.

Are you coming with me, girl?

-I think he wants to be with me now. -Kind of seems that way.

Jesus Christ, man. Move! Get off the path, asshole.

I want to hire you for a friend.

-Okay. -Her name's Claire.

Her husband just left her

for a 22-year-old, and she's feeling really...

really sad, and ugly, and alone.

And I was hoping that I could pay you to, you know, seduce her.

Okay, and this... this friend of yours, this...

-Claire. -Claire, right. She... she...

You think that's what she wants? She wants to be seduced?

I mean, I don't think it matters how far it goes.

I think she just, you know, wants to be seen.

Seen?

Yeah, someone to notice her. Someone to want her.

And this... this whole little caper that you're arranging,

how would it... How do you think it should go down?

I figured wed be out together at a bar...

have a few drinks... and maybe you're at the bar...

-Wow. -and you come over.

And when I get there, what do I say? What...

Tell her she's smart...

she's beautiful, she’s interesting.

Claire, you are smart, and you are beautiful,

-and you are interesting. -Not like that.

-Like what? -Like you mean it.

Where are you from, Mrs. Stratton?

She's from Dallas.

Yeah, I don't give a shit about Claire. I want to know where you're from.

Bakersfield.

What? See, I knew you'd laugh. What?

-You think you know Bakersfield? -You're from fucking Bakersfield?

Yeah, I'm from Bakersfield.

-Yourre... you're a desert girl. -What? Yeah.

-What do you know about Bakersfield? -Wow. What do you mean

"What do I know about Bakersfield?"

-I know. No. -Merle Haggard, Buck Owens?

-No, no, no. Yeah, I do know about Merle. -A couple times.

No, none of that bullshit. No, I know Bakersfield.

I mean, best Basque food in California.

I mean, I practically lived at Wool Growers growing up.

I mean, I'm a desert kid.

-Yeah? -Lam.

-Really? -By the way, I do love Merle Haggard.

I mean, "Mama Tried." Does it get better than that?

You like country music?

I've heard enough of it.

-'ve had my fill. -Come on. Okay. Well, what do you like?

I don't know. I like Billie Holiday.

-Stuff from the ‘40s. -Yeah. That cool '40s vibe.

I can see it. I can see it.

Roll up your sleeves, get with the war effort. I like it.

I can see you on one of those USO tours, right?

Standing up on stage with Bob Hope or Bing Crosby,

singing to the troops.

-You sing? -I did. Yeah.

How come you don't sing anymore?

All right. So, what was it?

Was it, was it a farm in Bakersfield or?

Yeah. A dairy farm.

-Yeah? Horses? -Horses, I love them.

-You still ride? -I do.

-You got one? -Almost every day. Yeah, I do.

-Wow. -In Calabasas.

Calabasas.

So, you come from a farm in Bakersfield,

you got a horse in Calabasas, and you got a home where?

-Where do you... -Bel Air.

-Bel Air. Anywhere else? -New York.

Aspen.

-Maine. -Wow. Look at you.

-That is a long way from Bakersfield. -It's a long story.

I got all night.

-I get it. -Sorry, you get what?

Is that how you do it...

with your clients?

I thought we already established you're not my client, Mrs. Stratton.

just... I think you're interesting,

you're smart...

you're beautiful.

Hey, fella.

-Hey. -Joan Sunday. LAPD.

Is this the residence of Olga Desnain?

-What can I do for you? -I need to ask Olga some questions.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

-Why is that? -Olga is incapacitated.

-She has great trouble speaking. -Really?

But she can speak, though?

-She has great trouble. -Yeah, you said that.

I'm sure with a guy like you around, you translate for her. Don't you?

-I'm afraid it's not possible. -Not possible again.

Yeah. Hey, friend.

What's your name?

-My name? -Yeah.

-Guy. -"Gee"?

As in G-E-E, Gee?

No. Guy. G-U-Y.

Yeah. That's "Guy" actually.

-"Gee," -Guy.

-You're French? -Yes.

Listen. I'm going to come back here in an hour with a warrant. You Know that.

Me? I'm a neat person. Those cops I work with,

they'll tear this fucking place apart.

I'm sorry.

-Is it "detective"? -Yes,

I'm sorry, but it's not possible.

Fuck me.

Guy?

Guy?

-Guy? -Yes, my love?

Guy.

It's time.

Yes,

It's time.

-I'll take care of everything. -Okay.

Hey, is that your dog?

-No, ma'am. -Well, what do you need around here?

Saw the sign about the room.

-Yeah, what's your name? -Julian.

-Julian Kaye. -Where you been living, Julian?

-Are you unhoused? -I'm sorry?

Unhoused. What we got to call the homeless these days.

No, ma‘am. I'm...

Do you have a job?

Can't pay rent with no job. Get a job.

Guess we got to get a job, baby.

Hold on, man. Where the fuck you think you're going?

-Just want to talk with my friend Bo, man. -Bo? Nigga, you don't know no Bo.

Get the fuck up out of here, man,

-before I beat your ass one-- -Hey, yo, T.

Ease up, man. That's my boy.

-Walked the yard with that fool. -Appreciate it.

Man. Sight for sore eyes.

I heard you got out, man. No PO?

-No, sir. -No halfway house.

-You just a free man. -Excuse me, gentlemen. Man.

It's good to see you, man.

-Yeah. -It is. Man. Welcome home.

You weren't lying, man. It's beautiful out here.

Yeah. It's a peace of mind.

So, what do you got going on? Just out here working on your suntan?

Man, I'm making it do what it do, you know?

That's your dog?

Nah... Just... I guess, I kind of found her.

Shit, look like she found you.

So, what's up, man?

-You need something? Money? -No, man.

-Place to stay? Talk to me. -No, man. No, I'm not...

I'm not looking for any handouts, man.

-I'm just... -Hey, look, man, come on.

Miss me with the bullshit.

We family. You need anything, you let me know.

Man, could you help me get a job? You know, just something like...

I don't Know, something straight.

A place to clock in and out of if I wanted.

You know, just something to do.

You know what? I got this boy Luther, right on the corner of Market and Venice.

-Okay. -Little boujee spot.

It don't pay much, but he owes me a favor.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

He cuts up out of there around 5:00. So if you head up there...

-Market and Venice? -Market and Venice.

-I appreciate you, man. -Anytime, bro.

Thank you, Bo.

Got to get you out on that basketball court, man.

-You ready for that? -Come on, I was born ready, man.

Better just hope you're on my team, Bo.

-You know I'm a solo act. -I'll see you around, man.

All right, sweetheart.

The warrant will be served at the offices of Hoke and Miller.

We have reason to believe multiple partners at the firm

have falsified invoices, otherwise embezzled money from the clients...

Given this new information regarding the falsified documents,

I think that traditionally...

-Hey, what's the judge's Wi-Fi password? -Can't give that out.

You see, Judge Wettick,

they've clearly been involved in corporate malfeasance...

They've clearly been involved in corporate malfeasance."

You Know, you can give it to me. She gave it to me before.

She lets me have it all the time, you know.

I just don't remember what it was. It was named after her...

-Her dog. -Her dog. That's right. Thank you, Danny.

How do you spell that?

F-I-D-O.

-Are you messing with me? -No.

-You're messing with me. The name's Fido? -Like, Fi... Yeah.

Fido.

It's not Fido, Danny. It's not Fido. Hey, judge.

-We're done for the day, Detective Sunday. -That is a very nice outfit. Is that new?

-What do you want? -Search warrant.

-You need to go see another judge. -Listen, it's not corporate malfeasance.

It's a murder case.

Young girl. It'll take you like two minutes. Come on.

I'm so hungry.

Last night was amazing.

-I just have that nervous feeling. -All right.

‘Cause I don't Know how you feel.

And I don't want to...

I don't Know, I don't want to pry.

And I want you to... Guess I want you to think I'm, like...

I don't know, like a cool girl

who doesnt really care as much as I actually do.

I'm scared as shit.

-Can I help you? -Yeah, I'm looking for Luther.

-Who are you? -J, a friend of Bo.

Told me to ask for Luther. I'm looking for some work.

-You know Bo? -Yeah, I do.

-Bet. What's good, man? -Yeah.

Come on in. I got you.

Right in there.

7:Ol.

7:04,

7:08.

You must be pretty shocked.

I know Iam.

Have you heard from Elizabeth?

-Do you know where they are? -Our lawyer said I shouldn't talk to you.

Come on, man.

Your wife kidnapped my son.

Please.

Please, if you Know anything, just...

just tell me, and I'll do whatever I can to protect them both.

So her husband asked her.

He says, "Ellida, do you love this stranger?"

And she says, "Love him? How can I say?"

I only Know that to me he's a terrible thing,

but that it’s with him I feel I belong."

So her husband says, "Then I will consent to let you go."

Hey, does that tickle?

That feels nice.

Your husband ever paint your nails?

No.

Hey, you Know how I always thought of you, Mrs. Shannonhouse?

Being so imposing.

Standing up there.

So big and powerful.

And now? What do you think now?

That you have really pretty knees.

Pretty thighs.

Okay, so her husband... Wangle...

-He let her go? -Right?

Why?

He let her choose what she wanted.

Okay, so now that she can choose, that means that she could also choose

-to not go with her lover, right? -Right.

So, what did she do?

She stayed with her husband.

And you?

If your husband said that

you could go with me, would you have stayed with him?

I'm here, aren't I? I'm here with you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, you are. Yeah.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

-Were you ever scared? -Yeah. Terrified.

Hey. Don't worry, Mrs. Shannonhouse.

-Is that your dog? -The fuck? 'Course she's mine.

No...She... she was... she was following me.

-Following you? -Yeah, I saw her down at the beach.

-She followed me all the way up here. -Did you fucking feed my dog?

-I... I'm sorry? -Don't fucking feed my dog.

And stay the fuck away from us.

It's you again.

You had told me that

I could come back if I was able to secure a job.

And I just wanted you to know that I did.

-Is this real? -Yes, ma'am.

That was quick.

-Lucky, I guess. -No such thing as luck.

You want to see the place?

Yes, ma'am.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-Shoes? -You might want to leave them on.

Okay.

Where were you staying at before?

I was...

I was upstate.

Upstate where?

At the... the desert.

You got references?

No, ma‘am. I... I was a... I was an inmate. High Desert State Prison.

-That's a different kind of desert. -Yes, ma'am.

-So, is this through you PO? -No, ma'am. I don't have a PO.

I was exonerated of my charges.

Well, how long were you up there?

-Fifteen years. -Fifteen years?

-I guess you aint got no pets. -No, ma'am.

Allergies? ‘Cause, there might be a cat around here.

I think I'm okay.

-You got any bad habits? Drugs? -No.

Weed is fine, so don't lie.

Yeah, well...

Look, I live right upstairs, so noise, I don't do.

-I hear everything. -Okay.

The lady that was here before, she was nice and quiet.

She was a friend of mine. She passed away in that bathroom.

Her grandkids ain't cleaned up shit, so I know you're going to need some stuff.

If you want anything from here, you can take it. You can have it.

Ma'am, I'm... I'm more than happy to,

you know, help get rid of some of this stuff.

Yeah, I'd be happy about that.

ll take a little off your rent, first month only.

Thank you, ma‘am.

-Be right back. -Sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Thank you. And don't... don't call me "ma'am" no more.

-I don't like that. -You got it.

We were founded in 1952

by a man of God named Glenn Hewitt.

-Wow. -As you can tell,

by day, were a traditional school. But Glenn Hewitt is so much more.

Students not only enjoy clubs, sports and activities

but also jobs, church,

therapy, and social-emotional development.

You all really lucked out with these two.

Keisha and Miguel are two of our top students.

Keisha, would you be comfortable sharing with us what first brought you here?

Yeah. When my mom died, I lashed out.

Started running with the wrong crowd, so my grandma sent me here.

And it was a little rough at first, but I really came to love it.

Hey. If that dumpster gets full, you can't put that stuff on the street.

And I'm not paying for a fine.

No problem.

And I saw your little article.

You forgot to tell me that you was out here selling your business?

It was a... you Know, it was a long time ago.

Look.

You can't be doing that business here in my building. Okay?

I don't do that anymore.

All right.

Hey, I found some of her,

you know, personal belongings and

-some photos. You're in them. -No.

I told you, I don't want anything from in here. Toss it.

I'll tell you what. Why don't I just,

you know, leave them out in the hallway, in case you change your mind.

Hey!

-The treadmills, TVs, not working. -Oh, yeah. The last one went out today.

Really? So why am I paying 75 bucks a month

to not watch Wi/l & Grace right now?

Probably because you're too cheap to pay 350 bucks at Equinox

to watch whatever the hell you want.

-Is that so? -Or you could just use your iPhone.

Do you even have Internet here?

Or you steal it from the burger place next door?

We got it. The password is "dressforthebodyyouhave."

But the A is an ampersand.

-Hi. -You look nice.

Thank you. Can I hit that?

-Yeah, sure. What, you got a date? -No.

I got to go to this gallery thing.

Show my face.

Well, you Know, I got some food cooking. Would you eat with me?

Come on, just... You don't want to go on an empty stomach.

-Let me cook for you. -No, I don't want to go at all.

Well, go ahead and sit down. Put your feet up. That's it.

I'm going to show you what I can do. I was a legend of Tier 3, cell block C.

That sounds like a country song.

-So, only women? -God. Come on.

Yeah. Only women.

-I figured you'd make more money with men. -That's fair.

-What, you got some sort of hang-up? -No. Not at all. It's just...

-You Know, it's not my bag. -Well, sex is sex, right?

Not really about the sex.

It's not? So what you selling? Cooking lessons?

You know, it's more about what happens before. You know?

Happens after.

Hell, the women that I work with, I don't know, some of them...

They're just lonely, you know? You know, they're sad. Some are...

you know, a little angry, a little frustrated. Some...

some are bored. Some are just busy.

It's my job to really see them. And if I can, I...

I try to get them to open up a little bit.

What you mean "open up"?

You know, it's like this window.

I walked in that apartment, it was clear, nobody had touched that window in years.

You know, it was stuck. It just...

And I knew if I forced it, it was never going to open.

It'd probably break. So I went slow.

L was... I was soft.

I got it to open a little bit, but I tell you what,

that whole room changed.

All of a sudden, I could...

I could hear the ocean.

Have you ever had a real relationship?

-Lisa. -Hi, Julian.

It's fine. Come on.

LAPD. Open up. We have a search warrant.

It's open.

Stay the fuck out.

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