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(onimous music)

- Stop it.

- I can't believe I finally get

to meet Constance Clementine and she's dead.

Life really isn't fair.

Let me just do a selfie.

- Mags!

No selfies!

- Why?

- No one can know you were here.

- Why?

- No one can know she was here.

- Remy, you're just asking way

too fucking much right now, okay?

- Listen, bitches!

I took the fall for you guys in '05.

Today, I evoke my privileges.

This is my payback.

Truce coop.

- Truce coop. - Truce coop.

- Besides you'll be thanking me for this later.

- Why?

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you're a prostitute.

(gasps)

- I'm an escort but you can call it whatever you want.

- Prostitute.

- It's progressive of you, I am proud.

- Are you high right now?

- Oh, yeah, I'm super high.

- Okay, so, why is she dead,

fully clothed, in the bathtub?

- That's really a good question.

- She was just having an orgasm.

And died.

I've known C.C. for like five years, okay?

I mean, she cuckoo (chuckles), alright?

She pays cash for everything.

She eats yellow foam rubber.

You know, weird shit.

But she's a sweet soul.

And I just don't want her to have a bad rep

if the tabloids find out about it like this.

You know, here, you know, and she's gay.

She took good care of me so I wanna do the same for her.

Plus, steal some cash from her house too.

So, we get her dressed, we slap some makeup on her,

take her home, steal a little casheese for our troubles.

And there will be cash, lots of it.

We get to start over on a whole new life.

No more hooking.

I mean, escorting.

I could go back to school.

Buy a houseboat!

Sky's the limit, ladies.

- Okay, sounds so great.

But how are we supposed to get her passed everybody?

- We're gonna pull a Weekend at Bernie's.

(upbeat music)

(grunts)

Oh, God.

(grunting)

She needs back support.

Someone support her.

Can you guys help out here?

I can't hold her with both of my legs.

- Oh, my God.

- Push her forward, I'm like--

(grunts)

Okay, just do one arm at a time,

I don't want to break it.

- [Brenda] Oh, my God, when did you become a doctor?

- (chuckles) Well, I know more

about the body than you do.

- [Magnolia] (chuckles) Oh, burn.

- Magnolia Jolene Porter, what are you doing?

Why are you eating?

Get over here and help us.

- Totally.

(groans)

- [Brenda] Okay, so, this isn't working.

- I got this.

- [Magnolia] Whoa.

- What is that?

I love you, Mags.

- I love you, Bren, I missed you.

- Oh, my God, I missed you.

- Yeah, we're bonding over a body, that's not cool.

(grunts)

- Close enough, let's get out of here.

(intense music)

- [Valet] Hey.

- [Remy] How are you?

- [Valet] Good.

- [Magnolia] Hey!

(laughs)

- Sorry about this, you know how C.C. can be.

- [Brenda] Get it off.

- [Magnolia] I got it.

- [Brenda] Get it off.

- You didn't see anything, okay?

- I think I might have seen a little something.

- Of course you did.

Nothing's ever enough, is it?

There, take that.

- Oh, no, I think I'm blind.

Is there anybody out there?

- [Remy] Get off me, thanks.

- Push, push, no, you push.

Push!

(intense music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, God.

Okay, okay.

(shoes clacking)

- [Magnolia] Get her, oh, God.

Push her butt.

(laughs)

- Seat belt on.

Not you, let go, let go.

- [Magnolia] We gotta strap her arms

and make her like a puppet.

- Oh, God, oh, it's like she's kissing my arm.

(cameras clicking)

- [Paparazzi] Yeah!

- Back up, back up.

- [Paparazzi] Did you have a late night?

- Evening, Miss Clementine.

(moans)

Sorry about all these pests.

(moaning)

I'll see you in the morning, Miss Clementine.

(moaning)

- [Remy] It's harder than it looks.

(brakes squeal)

(engine revs)

- She seem drunk to you guys?

(upbeat music)

- [Brenda] Okay, that's good enough, let go.

(upbeat music)

- Alright, cover her up.

Cover her whole body.

- [Brenda] I got it!

- [Magnolia] I'll catch her, I'll catch her.

(body thuds)

(grunts)

(panting)

- Wait, I almost forgot.

For you,

for you.

- What are these used for?

- Some people are into freaky shit.

(bug chirping)

- [Magnolia] (gasps) Puppies!

Hi, puppies!

(giggling)

- Whoa, so this is a mid century modern, huh?

- You're the sweetest.

Yeah, I'm sorry your mama's dead.

(gentle music)

- I never understood how people

wanna stare at pictures of themselves.

- I'm wearing Constance Clementine's robe.

I'm above all, love.

And it kind of fits.

- Holy Yeezus.

Wonder what else she has up there.

- Hey, focus, ladies.

The money, remember?

- Yeah and I bet she has it in her closet.

We should go look.

- She doesn't.

It's right

over there.

- Holy butt sauce.

- See, I told you you'd thank me.

- Oh, thank you.

- Oh. - What's that?

Oh, my God, is this you and C.C.?

- Give me that.

- Oh, whoa, whoa!

Bang, bang!

- No, do it like this, watch.

(upbeat music)

Pew, pew, pew, pew.

- Bam!

(giggling)

Bam, bam, bam!

(laughing)

I'm gonna shoot your face, biznatch.

(gunshot bangs)

(ringing)

- (gasping) It's in your mouth?

(crying)

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

(crying)

It's okay, it's okay.

Mags, look at me, look at me.

We gotta get out of here.

Okay, come on, come on.

(Magnolia whining)

Come on.

Okay, look at me, look at me, look at me.

We've got to leave.

But Remy would want us to have this money.

Alright.

Okay, that's good.

Just leave some, leave some.

(Magnolia crying)

- Oh, come here.

(intense music)

(onimous music)