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(upbeat music)
(people chattering)

* To the floor, to the couch *

* Might wake the neighbors up *

* But you ain't
(indistinct) break you out *

* In the end we
gon' make a child *

* Then we gon' hit the show *

* Part two when I'm
eatin' a pouch *

* You missed me,
we gon' get tipsy *

* Me, I'm right inside *

* Copy, might steal *

* Face the fact that
ain't no cap, I'm real *

* Ain't no cap, I'm real *

* The plastic broads
might copy, might steal *

* Copy, might steal *

* Face the fact that
ain't no cap, I'm real *

* No cap, I'm real *

* The plastic broads
might copy, might steal *

* You sound like Argentina *

* Hats off, it's
hard to meet her *

- Dody, I got customers asking,

why is there $15
surcharge on ATM?

- First off, motherfucker,

don't call me Dody.

I don't pay you to call me Dody.

I pay you to call me Ms. Monroe.

Troy.

Hi, focus.

You see this right? - Yes.

- Packed establishment, right?

- Yes.

- Don't sigh me.

You better act like
you wanna keep this job

before I find somebody
to replace your cute ass.

Now,

operation cash control.

How we doing on drinks?

'Cause that's our niche.

- Well, our worst bartender
broke a thousand dollars

on credit card tips alone.

So we could safely assume

that the liquor is
selling just fine.

- But look around at these hoes.

These men don't have
enough distractions

if they complaining
about a $15 surcharge.

I'm just saying that's your job.

That's what I hired you for.

- Say no more.

We'll make the pieces work.

- Great.

(uptempo music)

Vegas,

$15 surcharges at ATMs.

That's how we're
doing business now?

- This pussy is
gonna sell itself.

Time is a precious commodity.

Right now, that's the
least of my worries.

- Good, don't let it
catch up with you.

- What'd you just say?

- I said,

don't let it catch up with you.

- That's what I
thought you said.

- Ms. Monroe.
- Finally,

someone who respects me.

What?

- One of our clients,
Felix Murray,

out front talking some real
gun control shit right now.

- What'd you tell him?

- Shit, nothing, I told him
we had packed the house.

- Uh-uh, come on.

(upbeat music)

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna
go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna
go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

* But you wanna
go play yourself *

* You can try to save yourself *

(people chattering)

(car door slamming)

- Wait a minute, sweetheart.
- I'm your new girl.

- New girl?
- Yeah, why,

you looking for work?

- [Security] No, that's
not what I meant.

- Do you always
interrogate the dancers?

- [Security] Listen,
I didn't mean anything

by it, all right?

Just never seen you
before, that's all.

- Like I said, I'm Ivy.

The new girl.

- [Security] My
apologies Ivy, all right.

Just try not to
use the front door.

Not trying to give
you a hard time.

Just trying to keep
the girls safe.

(people chattering)

- You can tell a lot about
a woman by her shoes.

- Is that so?

- Oh, yeah.

Shoes mean everything
to a woman.

In fact,

if I had to tell you
what God looked like

through a woman's eyes,

I'd say he looked like the
most immaculate pair of shoes.

Like those.

(light music)

(lighter clicking)

- [Lani] You know you're
a real snake charmer.

- Get that a lot.

Friends call me Vegas.

Though I'm not a gambler
in that respect, nah.

No blackjack.

Don't shoot dice.

You see, I prefer
practicality over probability.

- All of this talking.

And you didn't offer me a drink.

- Well, you didn't
give me your name.

- I'll keep it short.

My friends call me Lani.

- What's your poison Ms. Lani?

- Aqua Bianca in a glass.

I don't drink.

Drinking can lead to danger.

- Thank you.

(light music)

Too much of anything
can be dangerous.

* Baby you gon' end
up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool
but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something,
you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what
you was fantasizing *

* Tell your future
like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end
up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool
but I'd be lying *

- Damn!

You must be the new girl.

New girls don't go
through the entrance.

What's your name?

- Jada.

Where's your dressing room?

- Damn.

Follow me.

* Found my livin'
proof with you *

* I might lose *

* All of me *

* Want you here need you
mine in these sheets *

(door slamming)

(gunshots firing)
(people screaming)

(ominous music)

(sirens blaring)
(people chattering)

(police radio chattering)

- Winslow

and McKenzie.

- We're looking at a signal 33.

One known shooter,
victim a black male.

There's no signal severance.

And we have officers
inside with the wife.

- Given a dying declaration.

- As of right now,

victim is still
clinging to life.

- What about suspects,

motives,

witnesses, employees?

- [Officer] We have officers
canvassing the entire area

for surveillance.

All we have is the remaining
(speaks faintly) inside.

- All right.

I wanna lock down every
potential witness.

Separate them.

I want to know who
laid eyes on him.

Get tech services to review
the surveillance system

inside the night club

and every business within
a three block radius.

It's gonna be a long night.

Would there have been anybody

who had a motive to kill Vegas?

- Everybody loved him.

This had to be an act of God.
(Winslow scoffing)

- Act of God

or the devil?

- Excuse me?

- Evil is intelligent.

God doesn't just murder
people in cold blood.

At least not the
God that I serve.

Evil's like a
shorthanded old woman

walking out of a church,

ready to set the world on fire.

The last thing you see

before looking down
the barrel of a gun.

The right motive,

right price.

Anybody can commit a murder.
(people screaming)

Even you.

But of course,

You didn't see anything.

Right?

(tense music)

- Okay, so what was your
business here tonight?

- Like everyone else.

- What does that mean?

Some came for the ass,
some for the alcohol.

- I came to enjoy
the entertainment,

and have a drink or two.

Mostly cocktails.

- If you had to put a timer,

about how long would you say
you've been working here?

- Four hours.

- Four hours?

- Yeah, four hours.

- First day on the job?

- Yeah.

- Oh, this is a hell of a
first night, wouldn't you say?

- (chuckles) Yeah,
I like to think so.

- To your recollection,
did you see anything

or anyone doing anything
suspicious tonight?

- I can't recall seeing
anything unusual.

You know, everything
around just moves so fast.

- Where you from, baby girl?

- Nevada, Austin.

- I don't know you from
a can of paint, right?

But I can tell you one thing.

You were raised
better than this.

You girls come here,

and you take your clothes off

in front of strange
men for money.

And hey, I ain't
knocking your hustle.

But you better remember this,

under the veil of night

is the devil's playground.

Don't let these city
lights swallow you up.

'Cause it's easy
to get caught up.

It's hard to get out of them.

Do you hear me?

(ominous music)

- [Narrator] One
head, four contracts.

And as you probably guessed by
now, that head belongs to me.

Now why on earth would
this many organizations

want little old me
to bite the dust?

(tense music)
(buzzer buzzing)

(prison doors clanging)

(prisoners chattering)

- Get your funky ass...

(phone dinging)

Hurry your ass up.

(paper rustling)

(prisoners chattering)

- [Inmate] What up,
hoe, you leaving?

Remember what I told
you, my dear mama.

- We'll see you soon.

- [Mother] Tati.

(mother speaking in
foreign language)

(father speaking in
foreign language)

(car beeping)

(engine rumbling)

(prisoners chattering)
(prisoners laughing)

- It's amazing how
pressed we become for time

when we start to
run out of it, huh?

- Look at here.

(gunshot firing)

- What the fuck is your problem?

Where's the silencer I
bought you for your birthday?

- I left it at home.

- You are just really on
a roll this week, huh?

If I wanted to wake up the
whole goddamn neighborhood,

I would've blew the
motherfucker up with some C4.

I mean you, mm.

You know what your problem is?

You don't know how
to appreciate shit.

- That silencer has
sentimental value.

That's why I don't bring
it with me every job.

- We are in the business
of killing people

and taking their shit.

Okay, that's what we do.

Please don't attach
sentimental value

to something that's used
to murder motherfuckers.

That's just sick
and unprofessional.

(soft music)

- All right, so,

this is your cheat sheet.

Not for the quiz,

but for a reference.

I have it right here.

Opening crime scene
investigative opportunities.

DeKalb County Police Department.

Now,

apply!

Apply, all right. (chuckles)

Let's see, so, um,

oh, and guess what
they asked for?

- Associates?

- Portfolios.

Yeah, all right.

Crime scene technician,
DeKalb County.

Starting salary 40,000.

Goes all the way up to 59,000.

More than what I make.

I should probably apply
for the position, right?

All right, so let's see.

Essential job functions.

Searching for,

locating,

collecting,

identifying,

processing, documenting, and
preserving physical evidence.

Obtains cast impressions.

Yes.

Tire impressions,

shoe impressions with cast.

You guys did that.

And then photographing
those casts.

So what do we do?

What's the process
when you come across

tire impressions or
shoe impressions?

Really?

- The first thing we
do is photograph it.

I don't know, we didn't
do that much of it.

- Really?

All right, you guys are on this.

So obviously,

you have to make sure you
photograph the impression

in case something happens.

You know what?

Why don't we break
up into groups of two

and work on your portfolios.

That's gonna be your homework.

Hm?

So Chelsea with Wilma.

Mya, yeah, with the Jada.

- [Instructor] Tony

with John.

Trey, with...
(people chattering)

- You driving?

- No.

- You can ride with me.

We'll study at my house.

- You sure?

- Girl, come on.

(ominous music)

You act like you aint
rode in a car before.

- Can I ask you a
serious question?

- Of course.

- Don't take this the
wrong way or anything.

- Why are you whispering?

- I don't know. (chuckles)

Are you selling drugs?

- Girl, why would you ask
me something like that?

- Your bag.

- Yes.

- That's a Celine bag.

- Yes.

- That's a $9,000 bag.

- It is.

- College girls don't
just have $9,000 bags.

- Correction.

College girls don't
have five $9,000 bags.

- You have five $9,000 bags?

- No,

I have five Celine bags, boo.

You can get you one too.

- How?

- I'm a dancer.

- So,

you got all this by dancing?

- Every dime.

And I didn't have to
sleep with anybody for it.

(soft music)

- You think I can dance?

- Hell yeah.

Just remember, that's
a double-edged sword.

Let's get comfortable.

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your smile *

* I was tempted *

* And for a little while *

* I was certain *

* That I will be the
one to change you *

(objects clattering)

- A beautiful woman on
the edge of an experience

is hard to let go.

Looking down,

afraid to follow lust again.

I mean, why else could
something sound so good

be about a love that was so bad.

I'd be fucking five
times since Sunday

and sent her home
with a thank you note.

- So why do you see
that as a promise?

- Okay.

So you take good shit

and you take some bad shit,

and you make a sandwich.

Everything about this
sandwich is amazing.

It's a beautiful
spread of calorie.

It's a Colby cut sandwich

with all the right trimmings

and then you top it
off with the worst,

mayonnaise.

You feel me, it make sense?

- Kind of, but I
like mayonnaise.

So, but, it's okay.

Continue.

Well then fuck it then,
like mayo. (laughs)

- So the song says...

* I think about the
things you used to do *

I know I don't sound like her,

but my point is,

is that sometimes love
just takes the wrong turn.

You know, maybe they
just fell out of love.

- No. No, she says,

"My love turns misty blue."

Now you know that's
the depression.

(sensual music)

- Close your eyes.

Everybody is watching
from where we stand.

Engage in these customer's eyes.

And write a fantasy, they
can't wait to pay for.

- Is this love or lust?

- I don't know.

I try not to think
about stuff like that.

It always leads to arguments.

- This is not an argument.

A argument requires
a back and forth.

It's not supposed
to move in circles,

but you,

you like moving in circles.

You got one of them
anti-social personalities.

People like you make
great murderers for hire.

- I would, wouldn't I?

But I would get
away with it though.

Getting away with
murder is easy.

- You think getting away
with murder is easy?

- Murder has a 6.41
clearance rate.

Practically anybody
can get away with it.

Thank God from moral
conviction though, right?

But, to answer your question,

lust is easy.

Love is complicated.

What we do isn't love.

It's lust.

Lush,

nothing more.

You should never
take that personal.

- And I won't.

It's just business, right?

- With pleasure,

and they never mix.

I gotta go.

- Bye.

- A perfect example.

Betty Wright, "Woman to Woman."

- Shirley Brown.

- What?

- Shirley Brown sang.

* Woman to woman *

Not Betty Wright.

Betty Wright sang,
"Clean Up Woman."

- Huh?

How did Barbra do it?

I mean, let her
get away with it.

I'll tell you how.

She was stuck inside
of her feelings,

inside of a two
bedroom apartment

on the west side of Atlanta

chasing after some
three leg negro

that ended up leaving
her for a side piece

in Sandy Springs.

That's how.

- Whoever the fuck he was,

that was a smart man

because he knew LA would do
some strange shit to you.

One minute he was probably
at a casting call.

The next morning,

woke up with some dude
named Julian's finger

stuck up his ass

and a receipt from a
sushi bar at Encino

with his bank account
in a rack, okay?

So he pawned his
hopes and dreams,

went back to life
with some simple bitch

who thinks Reeboks
are designer shoes.

End of story.

* You will be mine *

- Okay.

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your eyes *

* I was tempted *

* The promises, the lies *

(cutlery rattling)

(ominous music)

(liquid sloshing)
(tense music)

- Somebody done
already touched this.

- Drink some water, man.

(guests chattering)

- Toast.

To us.

You left your wine glass full.

How rude of a guest
you are, Mr. Khan.

I assure you,

there was much more to the menu

than what meets the eye.

- A thousand cups of
wine do not suffice

when true friends meet.

And half a sentence is too much

when there is no
meeting of the minds.

- Chinese proverb.

- Even as a child,

I knew you were both a bitch,

and poison.

And I will not allow a bitch

with no honor to
destroy my family.

And it is worth noting

that you did not
have much of a choice

as you were birthed by a coward

such as your father.

- Speaking of my father,

there's a debt to which I'm owed

with your blood.

(sentimental music)
(choir vocalizing)

(man weeping)

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)

- Huh.

Took y'all long
enough to get here.

I reckon that y'all been dead

or worse, caught in
traffic. (chuckles)

Come on now, get it on the bed.

There you go.

Oh, and don't get no
blood on my carpet.

This ain't no ready for
foxwoods floor in there.

And you tell that
damn bigot that

that shit don't cost
for free around here.

- [Woman] Call him yourself.

(ominous music)
(insects chirping)

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

(mourners crying)

- We therefore commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Oh, and let's not
forget brick to brick.

May you rest happily forevermore

with all 30 of the bricks you
helped yourself to yesterday

while visiting my
good friend's home.

- [Narrator] Like I said,

we in the business
of killing people,

and taking their shit.

I guess it finally
caught up to us.

(faint music)
(people chattering)

(objects rustling)

- Ms. Monroe.
- Finally,

someone who respects me.

What?

- One of our clients,
Felix Murray,

out front talking some real
gun control shit right now.

- What'd you tell him?

- Shit, nothing, I told
him we had a packed house.

- Uh-uh, come on.

- [Man] Moderation.

- Well, Roberto
Cavlli Fall Fashion

isn't a man of moderation.

Excess can be dangerous
in any line of work.

- What'd you say your
line of work was again?

I think I might've missed it.

- [Lani] What do you
know about horses?

- It's funny, you should
talk about horses.

I read a lot about horses.

But do you know what my
favorite thing about horses is?

- What's that?

- They're shit kickers,

and they kick their
way out of shit.

But only when they're scared.

The best thing
about shit kickers

is they have 360
degrees of sight.

They can see it every angle.

- I know you not
out here talking

about shooting my shit up.

- As much money as I
spend this motherfucker,

fuck you mean I
can't have a section?

My whole crew outside.

Won't treat y'all like
that, imagine on Saturday.

- Apologize.

Give him a table in the back.

- Yes, ma'am.

Go get your squad.

(faint music)
(people chattering)

(car door slamming)

Wait a minute, sweetheart.

- I'm your new girl.
- New girl?

- Yeah, why you
looking for work?

- No, that's not what I meant.

- Do you always
interrogate the dancers?

- [Security] Listen,
I didn't mean anything

by it, all right?

Just never seen you
before, that's all.

- Like I said, I'm Ivy.

The new girl.

- My apologies Ivy, all right?

Just try not to
use the front door.

I'm not trying to
give you a hard time.

Just trying to keep
the girls safe.

- It's a great investment.

If I had five,

I'd sell you seven.

- It sounds like you're
the man I need to see then.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

I'm here to see a
man about horse,

(Vegas chuckling)
(ominous music)

who sold an associate
of mine a horse.

(gunshot firing)

Can you say?

(ominous music)
(artist vocalizing)

(door slamming)

(gunshots firing)
(people screaming)

(ominous music)

- Somebody call 911.

He's dying.
(people screaming)

(sirens blaring)
(people chattering)

- [Narrator] Where
there's anger,

well, there's always
pain underneath.

But betrayal, hm, now that's
the only truth that sticks.

(intense music)

(birds chirping)

(men speaking in
foreign language)

(door slamming)

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your smile *

* I was tempted *

* And for a little while *

* I was certain *

* That I will be the
one to change you *

* And you will be mine *

* Ooh, you will be mine *

* I was tempted *

* Tempted by your eyes *

* I was tempted *

* The promises, the lies *

* Just keep hurtin' *

* Ooh, they just
keep on hurting *

* But I won't be the
one to change you *

* And you won't be mine *

* No, you won't be mine *

* Like Eve in the garden *

* When the evening came *

* How could I believe you *

* Ooh, believe you *

* Fooled and ashamed *

* I was tempted *

* But tempted I'm no more *

* I've attempted *

* What was never done before *

* Drop the curtain *

* Drop the curtain *

* See that no one
ever changes, no one *

* Farewell and goodbye *

* Ooh *

* The energy is fire *

* Conversation hits right *

* If you stay tonight *

* Baby, I might let you take *

* All of me *

* Want you here, need you mine *

* In these sheets *

* Completely *

* Intertwined in
our minds, yeah *

* Tell your future
like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end
up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool,
but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something,
you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what
you was fantasizing *

* Different kinda blue *

* Starry in the daytime *

* Found my livin'
proof with you *

* I might lose *

* All of me *

* Want you here need you mine *

* In these sheets *

* Completely *

* Intertwined in
our minds, yeah *

* Tell your future
like a psychic *

* Baby you gon' end
up right in my bed *

* Our chemistry is science *

* I could play it cool
but I'd be lying *

* I'll read you like a psychic *

* Imma tell you something,
you gon' like it *

* The chemistry is science *

* Better than what
you was fantasizing *

* I, I *