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You do as I ask, you little snitch, or I will slice your fucking throat.

Previously on Blackstone.

She is missing.

The longer we do nothing, the more chance she winds up dead in a ditch.

You see me, Jack?

I never said anything to him. Why?

Because he wants it on the club.

And he fucking blindsided me.

Dale, you're scaring me. Open the door.

Are you okay?

Shit happens, you know.

Mostly to me.

See this?

This is where you're headed.

Understand?

She hasn't mentioned who she's staying with or how she's getting money?

I heard a rumor she was hooking.

Yeah, go back to work.

Don't worry about it, Marnie.

I do this all the time.

I'll be right back.

How you doing?

Good.

Shit, nice fucking nails.

So, it's like...

It's just sex.

Well, are the guys nice?

Like, when you're...

Jess, come work with us.

You gotta trust me.

I mean... Don't you want to get the fuck out of Blackstone?

Come on, you guys. One girl's in the hospital, the other's in jail. I know

have opinions.

Anyone? It's Paula's own dumbass fault. How you figure?

Getting in Julia's face when she was trashed?

She should have never gone to that party in the first place.

Does she deserve to get stabbed?

Don't they call that blaming the victim?

Little Miss Self -Help talking out of her ass. No, Marnie's right.

Paula can't be blamed for what Julia did to her, but Tricia does have a point.

Walking away from a dangerous situation is the right thing to do.

The smart thing to do. We each need to take responsibility for our own safety

and listen to our gut.

What the fuck's going on? They wanted to talk. I knew I shouldn't have trusted

you. We're just going to head downtown, have a conversation, that's all.

I'm not going anywhere with you. Yeah, you are. Both of you in the car right

now. Fucking asshole.

Let's go, let's go.

So, what happens when we don't listen to our instincts?

Bad things, mostly.

You're providing a service, and it's one you expect to be paid for.

The more you guys take, the more you make.

If they want to give it to you in the ass, anything kinky, it costs extra.

Brian said I'd like you.

Can we do that again next time?

I don't think so.

I know I've made some bad choices.

Me too.

Me too.

So, we save these girls from the sex trade, bring them back to Blackstone,

then what?

Just let them drown in the same problems that drove them away in the first

place?

Internally optimistic, huh?

Oh, it's not about optimism.

They need to see that they have other options, other choices.

We can provide the education to arm them with that information.

They want information?

Tell them to surf the net for it. That's a compassionate approach.

Leona.

These girls don't need to be coddled.

They need to learn how to keep their fucking pants on. You're kidding me.

I am not going to sit here and play favorites with you.

Next month you want money for the boys.

Then it'll be the elders, then the vets, then the cats, then the fucking dogs.

It never ends. That's right, Andy.

Leadership never ends. Suck it up and do your job. My job does not include

giving away precious resources to girls who choose to put out for money. Oh,

girls who choose.

Look around. What other choices do they see?

I'm working on it.

What's good?

Afternoon fun?

You got one of those from you?

Yeah, of course, homie.

What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?

What are you doing?

Fucking party everywhere.

That shit's good, huh?

Drink some more beer, you pussy.

Is everything okay?

It's all right, Dad.

I'm okay.

Okay. I'll be home soon.

I love you.

I love you, too. You know where I met this fucking bitch?

Huh? Jack's place, man.

You ever been to the strip track? Yeah. I tell you guys, you come work for my

fucking uncle like I do. Uncle Jack will teach you right.

When do you fucking chicks do fuck a week, dude?

I've lost track.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Check this one out.

I know that whore.

I hang the shit out every once in a while.

Dude, she's fun. Dude, that chick doesn't look like a hooker.

How much?

Three, hon.

Three?

You win?

Fuck. Me?

Fucking broke, man.

What do you think, Travi?

Should give us a group discount?

She'll probably blow us all for a couple of rails.

Done. Let's go, boys. Come on.

Hey.

Hello, Scarlett.

Hey. Remember me?

No.

Fuck off.

Oh, come on, honey.

We got money.

What? selling anything.

Ooh. You know that, boys?

She's giving it away for free.

Hey, don't be like that.

I just want to party with you.

I can't.

And I can't let you walk away looking so hot.

Fuck off. Seriously, dude.

I gotta go. I can't. Oh, is baby girl having a bad day?

Let's help you out with that.

You want to party?

I don't do that shit anymore.

I'm out.

Oh, really?

No, you're not.

Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?

Huh?

You still smell like a dirty whore to me.

Grab her.

Grab her. Hey, fucking grab her.

Grab her.

Let her free.

Let her free.

You sat across from me, and you told me that these girls don't deserve our help.

And now after this, still, your reaction is to do nothing? Will you let the

police handle it? It's their job.

What?

What do you want from me? I want you to help me to stop this from happening

again. I can't put a radio collar on every girl that wanders off the res.

You don't even know who it is, do you?

It's your cousin, Tricia.

Tricia? Yeah.

Why the fuck didn't anybody tell me about this?

I thought you were counseling her. I was counseling her.

I don't understand.

I don't... She was doing really well.

Let me get this straight.

You want more money for more programs?

If it helps so much, what the fuck is she doing back in the sleep?

No, if you want to point fingers, you need to start with the animal to beat

half to death.

Is she okay?

She's not dead.

Yet.

Fuck.

Well...

Let's hope this little scare will straighten her out somewhat, huh?

Your ignorance and insensitivity never ceases to amaze me.

I know it's hard.

I'm here to help.

Anything you can tell me.

Does it hurt to talk?

You can whisper.

Let's start easy.

What do they look like?

Sit down here.

Hey, down here.

Squirt a bit further.

Shut up.

Someone's going to see. Fucking watch that.

I didn't really see them.

They grabbed me from behind.

I didn't see their faces after that.

Helen, are you almost done here?

Are you sure there's nothing you can tell us, Tricia? She needs to rest.

Here's my card.

I'll be back.

In the meantime, if you remember anything, a name, a face, a voice, call

me.

You got her? Yeah.

Come on.

Drop her. Drop her.

Stay down.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

Come on. On your fucking knees. Let me go.

I won't tell anybody. Dude, you fucking talk too much. Seriously, please.

Please. You don't want to end up on one of those missing Indian girl posters

nobody fucking reads.

Do you?

Hi, Tricia.

My name is Dr. Lambert.

We got your lab work back.

I have to ask you something.

What would you say to the men who did this to your daughter?

Excuse me, lady. You mind doing us a favor by backing the fuck off?

Our family needs privacy.

Your family?

Yes. Trish is family.

Well then, Chief Fraser, what's your response to this vicious attack on a

of your family?

I can say that Blackstone is horrified and shocked at this act of brutal

violence. But we're confident that the police will find these criminals and

bring them to justice.

And that's all I have to say.

The police.

Oh, nice work, Chief.

Is that all you got?

She's your cousin. At least pretend to give a shit about my daughter, okay?

Clyde, this is neither the place nor the time. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right.

This isn't the place for your bullshit.

What do you want, a nice photo op beside her hospital bed, huh? Is that what

you're looking for? You know, you mind getting these out of my fucking face?

Thank you.

I'm here for Trish and my family.

When do you have the time for my family?

For fuck's sakes, Andy, I am doing all I can. I got the media all over me.

I love your performance in the hospital, by the way.

Ken, this is a fucking mess.

Nobody in Blackstone buys the cops finding these guys. Tell me you got

on the go.

Well, forensics swept the crime scene, hospital did a rape kit, and the

investigators questioned the Vic.

Patricia, I'm sorry this happened to your cousin.

This has got to go away fast.

They're breaking my fucking balls about it, and I get it, Andy.

The optics aren't good for either of us. It's not just about optics, Ken.

This is family. Please, tell me you got something.

Anything.

Okay, we'll get footprints, we'll get butts in bottles at the crime scene.

Patricia says she doesn't remember anything.

Look, can't you work the back channels, work the wood around the street?

Somebody's got to know something about this.

Yeah.

I'll take care of it.

We'll get these fuckers, don't you worry.

Yeah, Clyde, it's Andy. Don't hang up.

Look, at the hospital, that was just a fucking mess.

I didn't mean for it to go that way.

I just, uh... I really wanted you to know that I'm on it, and I'm doing

everything in my... Fuck!

There's the better.

I'll be back later.

Thank you.

Do you need anything? Like some good food?

I'm not hungry.

Really?

Okay, who are the pieces of shit that did this to you? Gail, I don't think...

No, seriously.

They're gonna pay. Now, who are they?

I already told the cops.

I don't remember.

It's okay.

What if I do, like, remember?

Trisha, do you know who did this?

Tight like a package, huh?

Not when we're done with it.

What? We got a cracker or two, bro?

Floppy third.

No, it's cool, man. I'm good.

No, it's cool, man. I'm good. What are you, a fag?

Fucking bitch!

Hey, bitch.

Right in the chest. Get her!

Where do you think you're going?

Fucking stop her!

Come here!

Stop her!

Get her!

I'm out.

Where the fuck are you going?

You're going to miss out, bro.

Even if I did,

I could walk free. They could come back and... Okay, listen.

We have a very good chance of convicting them if you can identify them.

Don't tell.

I promise.

Please.

If they said

everybody would see the pictures, what?

You do know them.

Said nobody could care about a whore like me. Oh, God.

I'm so sorry this is happening to you.

I don't understand.

You were doing so well. I thought this was all.

It was.

Then why did you go back?

Twice.

I wasn't hooking.

I had an appointment.

The doctors. And then I... Are you there?

No.

You know.

Women's clinic.

Pregnant? Not anymore.

Those tubes and fucking wires hanging out of her all over the place.

She looked like she got hit by a fucking truck.

Oh, shit.

You talked to her?

No, I looked in. She was sleeping.

You looked in?

You didn't, I don't know, say hi or something?

What the fuck was I supposed to say?

She don't want to talk to me anyway.

And besides that, nobody believes I even give a shit.

So fucking prove them wrong, Andy.

Do something.

No? Talk to Hiller. I did.

And? Nothing.

Shit.

I can talk to Gina and Jack.

Hey, Jumbo.

Give me a minute.

What's up?

Look, last night a girl from Blackstone... Your cousin?

I know.

Would you mind asking around, see if anybody heard anything?

I think we need to do more than just ask around.

Like what?

Maybe offer an incentive to talk. Like a reward or something.

Yeah.

Okay.

How much?

Ten grand ought to do it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good for that. Okay.

I'm on it.

Good.

I gotta find this fucking creep.

How cold

are you?

No.

I'm gonna go grab some tea.

You want?

Sure.

Trisha.

Juice?

Milkshake?

I'm okay.

Okay, I'm bringing you something.

Sounds like a threat.

So, um... How far along were you?

It's tough, huh?

Yeah.

I lost a baby.

Lost you.

Did you want it?

I don't know.

I don't know if I did.

When they first told me...

I wasn't really sure either.

But I didn't want this to happen, though.

Maybe some things just aren't meant to be.

What do you mean by that?

Some people just shouldn't be mothers.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean... It's okay.

I get it.

Do you think Natalie is in a better place?

I don't know. I don't know where Natalie is.

I just know that she's not here anymore.

Do you think she's at peace?

Maybe she had the right idea, you know?

No.

No, she didn't have the right idea. No, in fact, she had the worst fucking idea

possible, you know?

I wake up every day thinking about what I could have done to stop.

Any really putting up this fucking tentative?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm back in half.

Looks good, right?

Send a little message when you're fucking around here.

I heard you've been talking to the cops.

Yeah.

That too.

Think of the long game, Jack.

It's good PR.

And that matters to a pillar of the community like you.

No, you're right. You're right.

I got the word out.

I got your back, bro.

Appreciate it.

Jack, you hear anything?

You tell me first.

So you're going to rip him apart like a fucking hyena?

Yeah, that's a fucking dookie, I know.

See you later.

I'm not saying it's her fault, but Trisha talks a lot of shit about, like,

consequences. She blamed Julia for getting stabbed.

Maybe she should burn herself.

Shut up. I'm just saying, if she hadn't been a hoe... I agree.

Shut up.

Please, no one shut up.

Keep sharing your thoughts. Just try to do it in a way that is compassionate and

understanding.

To Tricia, the victim.

Your friend who did nothing to deserve this.

Can we visit her?

Soon.

I want to see her, too.

Give her some time.

The good news is they found her alive.

She has some time to heal.

And she'll grow stronger, spite of all this.

Where do you think they go?

The women they never find?

Like Tracy Bull.

We don't know where Tracy is.

Where that dead girl they found on the bridge.

Shit, I don't even think they found the bastard that did that.

Do you think Tracy's dead?

We don't know.

Good weekend.

Fucking good weekend.

Make it rain, bro.

What?

Nothing. I just, um... That big boy's creeping me out, D.

Hey, uh, why don't you get the ladies to grab us a couple of fucking

cheeseburgers?

Uh, Daryl.

I need to talk to you.

When you got some time.

Yeah, sure.

Fuck, Jumbo.

Are you sure it's Trish?

I'm sure.

You better be, because this ain't fucking funny.

I'm positive.

There's pictures.

He sent them to all his buddies.

Looks like he's proud of it or something.

Look, I don't want to see that shit.

Yeah, I do.

Fucking animal.

What the fuck?

You got a nephew?

Named Travis?

No.

Now you guys wait here.

I mean, the guy's wound so fucking tight.

Jumbo, that mouth -breathing motherfucking fuck.

You know, I couldn't help but notice you just fucking lied to Daryl's face.

You're covering for that little shit.

What'd you expect?

He screwed up his family. He's nothing but fucking trouble.

He's useful.

With the mind of an infant.

You really want to keep cleaning up his messes?

Turn Travis in and you'll be solving a lot of problems for people around here.

Keep covering for him, it'll bite you in the ass.

You'll bite me, Gina.

Turning him in won't do jack shit for me.

This way?

He owes me big time for keeping my mouth shut.

I got that little bastard under my thumb for as long as he's useful.

You'd use rape as a bargaining chip to blackmail your nephew?

That's low, Jack.

Even for you.

You watch it, little girl.

They left her there like a piece of garbage. Shut your mouth.

You know, you could get a lot worse than her.

That bitch, she got off easy.

I quit.

Don't be stupid.

I'm done.

We're done. There's no quitting. Get the fuck out of my... You're done? And when

I say you're fucking done...

Get in.

Natalie was really beautiful.

Yeah.

She was.

What do you think?

I didn't know you were an artist.

Oh, I'm not really. I mean, some people think I'm okay, but...

So you're an artist?

Well, I never really thought about it. I just, I like doing it.

So I do it.

You know, uh... I ran into some friends of yours.

Heather and Marnie and Daphne.

How are they?

Oh, they want to come visit you.

Not yet.

Well, when you're ready.

Probably talking about me a lot, huh?

Yeah, well... The whole community is...

really worried about you.

Except everyone who thinks I asked for it.

Trish, you did nothing to deserve this.

Why did it happen?

I don't know why it happened, but you're here, and I know what that means.

What?

That you're strong.

Strong?

Me strong?

I can't even talk.

You mean to the cops?

You can do that when you're ready, okay?

Who would care what I said?

Everybody.

Are you kidding me? Your family?

The cops?

Shit, Andy even put a reward up for you.

Andy did?

Yeah.

Think they'll find them?

Well, I don't know, but I know that they're trying.

It would probably help a lot more if you could remember something.

Do you want to remember if you were me?

So you're just going to sit there?

Say something.

There's a little bit fucking much to take right now, Gina.

Well, don't act surprised. You know what Jack's like.

No. No.

I thought I did.

Fucker.

He lied to me.

That's what you're all broke up about.

Oh, Jack's a liar.

He also threatened my life when he was protecting your cousin's rapist.

Do you even know what other kind of shit he's into?

You know what? Have fun with your partner, but I'm done working for Jack.

What, you quit?

Yeah.

I don't know if I should be happy or scared shitless right now.

Hey, nobody's going to lay a finger on you, all right?

I get out west, dye my hair, change my name.

What do you think about Simone?

I like it.

I'm fucking kidding, Gina.

Look, you're not going anywhere, all right? I got you.

Women like us were problems that people wish would disappear.

You know, excuse me, but I personally am a problem that people fucking

welcome, man.

I rock the party.

Trish, maybe you're right. I mean, but what are we going to do? Just roll over

and die?

Not an option.

Okay.

Look, I got to go.

But I am going to come back tomorrow and I'm going to visit with you again.

I promise.

Okay.

His name's Travis.

Are you sure?

I don't know the other guy's names.

It's most definitely Travis.

Travis works as a low -rung Joe boy for Jack.

Collecting.

And...

And what?

I heard he runs some girls.

Hookers.

You know, Jumbo got off easy with Jack.

No broken bones. Family wasn't threatened. He didn't disappear.

Why do you got to keep bringing up that shit?

Jumbo's fuck up his old news, Gina. Because Jumbo got off easy.

And that's what Jack said about Trisha, too.

Bitch got off easy.

He didn't kill her, so she got off easy.

That's fucking cold.

And that's reality.

If Jack had his way, nobody would have ever seen that girl again.

And that's the man you're in business with.

Can you give me those files for next week?

Oh, excuse me, I have to grab this.

Kevin McMillan?

Yeah, Kevin, it's Andy.

What can I do for you?

I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to help me fast -track access to the ETH assistance funding program.

Can you do that for me?

Well, that's weak, Darryl. Real fucking weak.

Look, Andy.

A lot of people are watching this. You could actually come off looking like a

good guy. I don't give a fuck. If I see that kid, I'm going to squeeze his

fucking neck till his eyes shoot blood.

Well, that's great.

Because if you do that, it's going to come back on me. Jack's got you by the

short hairs, doesn't he, you fucking chick? Fuck you!

We bust up this punk, it becomes personal between Jack and me, not you.

said, by the short hairs.

Call Hillis.

These guys do hard time, Jack loses his little bitch.

What? It's perfect. It's clean. No, it's not fucking perfect. This shit is going

to keep on happening, and I'm fucking sick of it.

Yeah, well, fuck you. So am I.

Travis.

Salas.

S -A -L -L -A -S.

You don't even have my name.

I'm fucking anonymous.

No, just a name.

That's all I know.

Proof. You need proof?

Look at his cell phone.

There'll be pictures.

So I lied. Give me a fucking break.

Who gives a shit about some Indian bitch?

Hey, who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Travis is blood.

So is Trisha.

Yeah? From what I understand, you two fuckers didn't even know her. I don't

a shit who he is to you. I'm going to break his fucking face when I get my

on him. Come on.

He was having fun. Things got a little rough.

Got out of control.

Boys will be boys. Girls will be girls.

She's a fucking hooker. She's our fucking cousin, Jack.

Aren't you all cousins?

What the fuck are you going to do about it?

Your nephew's a fucking dead man,

you piece of shit. Put a fucking leash on him, Kooky. Fuck you.

This ain't over. This ain't fucking over.

Hey.

Hey.

Let's go back in.

Andy. What's with the blood?