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Are we gonna find
any drugs in your vehicle?

No, sir.

People love to argue about the truth.

Some say it's just the facts.

Others say it's what's right.

Some even claim
there's no real truth at all.

Just opinions.

The funny thing is

while we may disagree
about what the truth is

we all know when we're telling a lie.

Fuck.

This is all the K-9 unit found.

You seem surprised.

Nope, not at all.
I told you guys I wasn't lying, so.

Where are you coming from
and where are you going?

You know, it's...

It's funny.
I was actually headed to a wedding.

At 10 p.m.?

Yeah, well, I was headed back.

What do you mean, back?

Yeah, I was at the wedding earlier.

Why did you leave?

A friend.
It was like an emergency thing.

What kind of emergency?

She wasn't invited to
the wedding, you know,

so it was like a whole thing, and...

I don't really want
to get into the details,

but yeah.

What is your relationship with Laurie?

Is that the monotone lady?

The monotone lady?

Yeah, she, like, talks like this.

So, you do know her?

I mean, like, not like that.

- I know her, kind of.
- So, you and Laurie don't call each other?

No, no. God, no.

Have you ever been to Mexico?

Mm...

No. No.

Never been.

Is it nice?

- Some parts.
- Mm.

So, if I had a photo of you in Mexico,
would you say it wasn't you?

Me? In Mexico?

- But you say you've never been.
- You have a photo of me?

- So, it's not you?
- In Mexico?

- Yes.
- I'd have to see the photo then.

- I don't have it.
- So, it's a hypothetical scenario.

Well, I can tell you
with absolute certainty

that I have never been to the moon.

- Have you been to the moon?
- I've never been to the moon.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Somebody comes in saying they
have a photo of you in the moon.

- It wasn't me.
- Why not?

Because I've never been
to the fucking moon.

- Make sense?
- So far.

So, if I had a photo of you in Mexico,
what would you say?

Like, where in Mexico?

So, you've been to Mexico.

I mean, like, I've been to the border.
I drive for Uber and Lyft.

Oh, but you've never driven into Mexico.

I mean, I may have gotten lost,
or turned around, or some shit.

You know, like, I used to be an addict.

It gets fuzzy sometimes.

But you would remember
if you drove 20 or 30 minutes into Mexico.

Absolutely.

Thought you said you didn't have a photo.

I lie.

Do you remember meeting this guy?

I mean, I don't...

He's a cartel member. His name is Uno.

He operates a club
20 minutes from the border.

I don't know what this is, but I...

False statement to a federal agent.

18 U.S.C.
1001, five years in federal prison.

So you guys can lie to me,
but I can't lie to you.

- Correct.
- That seems fucked up.

Apparently, we have different definitions
of what constitutes fucked up.

We also lied to you when we said
we didn't find any drugs in your car.

Recognize this?

Yeah.

This is 20 years in federal prison.

And federal inmates don't get parole.

We know who you work for
and what you've been doing.

We know the fentanyl you've trafficked
has killed people.

For each death, we can link to you,
it's an additional 20 years.

You may never see the light of day again.

Look at me.

I can see it deep down
that you're a good kid

in a bad situation.

Our job is to take the drugs
off the streets,

because too many lives
have been destroyed.

Wouldn't you agree?

- Yeah.
- So, this can go two ways.

We can either take you
into federal custody,

or you become a confidential source

and help us take these people down.

Oh, fuck.

"Fuck" is accurate.

If you want to turn a curse
into a blessing...

I would say this is your opportunity.

And that is how I became a snitch.

They swapped out the drugs
for sugar pills and laxatives.

Told me to stay cool
and they'd be in touch.

Give me a little twirl.
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

Mm, what do you think of that booty?

- It's alright.
- Could be a bit juicier, huh?

We don't want to scare off
the whites, though.

Yeah, in my mind,
I'm picturing a tasteful tush.

You know, commercial, classy ass.

- Mm-hmm.
- Bitch, you look like shit.

- Me?
- Ain't nobody else in here

- looking like shit.
- Oh.

Sorry, I'm just
a little hungover, that's all.

I'm gonna need you to smile.

Not you. You!

Oh, me. Again. Sorry.

Are you hungover or fucking retarded?

- I'm just confused.
- Smile, bitch.

Oh, yeah.

Let me see those fuckin' pearly whites.

- Ah!
- Yeah!

Ah, that's what I'm talkin' about!

- Now, that's a fuckin' smile.
- Yeah.

Smile of Sammy Davis Jr.

Let me see them...

You know why you're fuckin' smiling?

No, sir.

'Cause I gave that bitch Laurie

a taste of her own medicine.

You know, I got a feeling

that's the last fucking pick-up
you'll ever do.

Well, then who are we
buying from, then?

You think there's a fuckin'
shortage of dealers in LA?

- Pssh, not in this LA, partner.
- Fuck no.

Right.

So I'm in the mood to celebrate.

Yeah.

Luckily, I got me
a newfound friend, Kitty.

Come on over here, baby.

Look at that.

And Kitty likes to dance.

What you gonna do with all that money
when you start making it?

- The bitch can dance?
- She's from Kansas.

Cut her some slack.

Where is Kansas?

You look like death warmed up.

Yeah, I think it's just like
a tummy thing.

You plan on taking that off?

Hm?

Okay, so what happens when they find out
the drugs are fake?

Oh, I assume they will
call Laurie and ask her

to correct the mistake.

Okay, but aren't they just gonna blame me?

Why would you swap out the drugs?
It's not like you're a snitch.

They also installed an app on my phone.

We added a new number
under your mom's contact.

Tap it and the bug goes hot.

Can I just keep it in my pocket?

It can get muffled.
It's better in the open.

Isn't that suspicious?

- Sometimes.
- Sometimes not.

You guys are gonna give me
a fucking heart attack.

I can bag it.

No need. Stocked up.

The toe is a metaphor.

What?

The toe.

It's a metaphor.

You know what,
I thought that I'd lost it forever.

But we were smart.

You know, we put it on ice
and we took it to the hospital,

and they were able to put it back on.

What's the metaphor?

When you break something,
you gotta pick up the pieces.

Right, you gotta be
real careful with it

and you gotta glue it back together.

So, the toe is us?

In a way.

Toe's never gonna be the same.

How do you know?

'Cause the doctor said so.

He said the toe will never feel the same.

I think you're misinterpreting
the metaphor.

No, the metaphor doesn't mean
what you want it to mean.

You can look at a scar
as a sign of weakness,

or you can look at it as a strength.

Okay, so now you're changing the metaphor.

No, I'm not.

First, you said that we're the toe,
and now you're saying we're the scar.

What are you, an English teacher?
I'm talking about our relationship.

When I look at my toe, it motivates me

to build back better.

Everything you built is built on a lie.

Not everything. Some things, yeah.

Okay, just our relationship,

this house, our finances, your business.

You didn't say our love.

How much do you owe this guy?

Oh, somewhere between a little and a lot.

What's the number?

You know, it depends on the interest

- and how quickly we can pay this guy...
- What's the number, Nate?

You know, a million

ish.

I feel sick.

I am going to fix this.

You have to keep faith.

- In what?
- Me.

Us.

Our life.

The fairy tale's over.

What does that even mean?

Cassie called the one person
who could actually help her.

Where are you going?

To work.

Thanks.

Let's do something about your look.

Okay.

Hi. She just mad my man fine.

It's not my fault
that I get along well with me.

- Hi.
- Hey, what are you doing?

Just working.

Nice. Okay.

Well, I have a really cool opportunity
that I think you might be good for.

- You interested?
- Really?

At an art show, maybe 200 to 300 people

will see your work,
but L.A. Nights averages

7 million a week.

What? That would be life changing.

I mean, thanks for getting it done today,
by the way.

Thank you so much for thinking of me.

It's just right up here.

The character Oceana
is inspired by Georges Seurat.

So, we were thinking
sort of a Sunday in the Park,

picnic kind of feel.

Okay, yeah, like the women
with umbrellas thing?

Well, you don't need to copy anything.
Like, it should feel distinct.

Okay. Yeah, sure.

Basically, do whatever you feel.
It'll be great. I have to go.

- Okay.
- Bye.

This is Cassie.

- Hi.
- Hi.

The goal is to take her
from the suburbs to the city.

Cool.

Whoo!

Hey, Harry. Right here on the wall.

And then, center it, please.

- Yeah?
- We have an emergency.

What kind?

It's hard to explain.

Has your friend lost their mind?

- I don't know.
- It's insane.

It's not like there's one penis.

There's 14. What were you thinking?

I told her to paint a picnic.

- Does this look like a picnic?
- I don't know what happened.

I don't think my character
would paint something like this.

I agree completely.

- Did you say Georges Seurat?
- Yes.

- Women with umbrellas?
- Yes.

- Children sailing boats?
- Yes.

Is she trying to sabotage the show?

- No, of course not.
- Who in their right mind

would paint something like this?

- It's insane.
- Well, she's...

- What?
- Trans.

Jesus Christ, Lexi.
We're gonna have to handle this.

Delicately.

Hey, I think I'm outside.

Yeah, we're on set. Just come in.

Okay.

- So nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.

Yes, thank you so much.

- Thanks for having me.
- Very talented.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

So, I don't know if Lexi told you,

but this is a network show,
which means that we have to answer

to standards and practices.

Ugh, and they are like the censors.

Oh, okay.

Uh-huh.

The penises are too much.

How many penii
do you want me to get rid of?

Let's say all of them.

- Like pink clothes over them?
- That could work.

- Or you could make them into bread loaves.
- Bread loaves?

To stay in theme with the picnic.

I'm...

I'm just, like, struggling
with how many limitations there are.

The only limitation is we have
to get rid of the penises.

Mmkay, but the breasts are okay.

Let's just get rid of
the nudity in general.

Put some clothes on them.
Blankets.

You know, I'll leave that
to the interpretation of the artist.

How long do you think that'll take you?

Like, a couple hours?

Just punt the scene.

We'll move it to next week.

Thanks.

I'm so sorry.

I feel horrible.

Well, that makes sense.

Mistakes happen.

Some are just more expensive than others.

I know.

Do you?

'Cause I'm not sure that you do.

We lost an hour and a half of shooting.

$56,000.

I have to hold Stage Nine
for another week.

That's grips, electric, rentals.

Your failure to communicate

what do you think that costs us?

$56,000?

No.

It's $191,000.

Don't be a net negative, Lexi.

I won't.

Okay.

No, thank you.

- Okay.
- Close the door.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry, my perfect little guy.

How you wanna deal with this?

I wanna kill 'em all.

But I don't know if that's painful enough.

The reason you're walking free
is so you can set up a buy.

What the fuck do you want me to do?
He killed her bird.

They're never gonna
do business together again.

Then we got no use for you,

and we might as well
put your ass in prison.

Listen, what if I can set up
a buy with a different dealer?

What dealer?

Can you go grab the makeup?

Lexi had agreed to let Cassie
stay at her place for a while.

Yeah, put your chin up.

Poke the ass up.

I need a smile, come on.
You're happy to be here.

Gorgeous.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Can you turn that back on?

I don't know why it went off.

- Well, just turn it back on.
- What a great idea.

Wait, hold that pose.

When she gets
the blower working, I'll pose.

I just feel like you're worth more
than your body.

My body's worth a lot.

Yeah, and these girls
are out here making millions.

- Who?
- I don't know, like Bhad Bhabie.

Bhad Bhabie?

Yeah. She was on Dr. Phil.
She cussed him out and got super famous.

Then when she turned 18,
she made an OnlyFans

and made like 53 million in a year.

53 million?

We're not making this up, Lexi.

This is the business world of today.

I mean, if I do this...

Who knows!

Yo, Maddy!

I said, I need

- to get some drugs.
- You relapsed?

No, no, it's not for me.
Don't worry.

Is this blower ever gonna fucking work?

I don't know, I'm not a gardener.

Wait, I thought you were clean.

I am. It's not for me, it's for my boss.

Okay, well, what kind
of drugs do you need?

Coke, molly, heroin.

Heroin? For your boss?

- Or for you?
- No, not for me.

And I don't have time
to explain this shit.

Is this machine really important?

Yes. I need hair movement.

- It brings energy to the shot.
- Listen, Maddy.

Can you just give me the contact,
and I'll do the rest?

Rue, I don't feel comfortable
helping you get drugs.

Okay, they're not for me.

My hair is not what sells, okay?

It's my body,
and my body doesn't need wind.

It needs a photographer.

Do you guys hear yourselves right now?

Like, what is wrong with you people?

You're looking for drugs,

you're selling your body
on your porn site,

and you're like some internet pimp?

It's sad and it's pathetic.
And it's really disturbing, honestly.

Jesus. Who would have thought
we would have come...

Can you shut that fucking thing off?

It's so annoying!

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, right there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Nathaniel Jacobs,

Sun Settlers Corp.

Nate knew this was
definitely his last chance.

I believe everything happens for a reason.

The discovery of these
endangered flowers on my land

happened for a reason.

It was a sign

that in all my excitement
and passion for the elderly...

I had overlooked the greater meaning
of the Sun Settler mission.

God said to Adam, "For dust you are,

and to dust you shall return."

This is a fundamental human truth
known all too well by our senior citizens.

So, I'd like to propose
a new design for Sun Settlers.

Imagine our hospice wing,
where families can gather

in the final days
of their loved ones' lives

and look out at a beautiful
garden of white fritillaries.

These flowers should not
be dug up and moved.

No.

No, we should move around them

with an elegant curved design
done by our A-plus architecture team.

Motion denied.

When the environmental studies
come back, we can discuss.

Motion denied for now.

I have put my entire life
on the line for this.

- Motion's denied.
- Every penny I have.

My marriage is in shambles because of you.

I'm sorry, is this a personal thing, Bill?

Do you have a personal problem
with me, Bill?

- No, Nate.
- Is that what this is?

- I don't.
- Are you trying to ruin my life?

What do you want from me, Bill?

No, tell me,
what do you want from me?

You want me on my hands and knees
begging you to give me my life?

Is that what you want?

- Sir, your time is up.
- I'll do it.

We have other people waiting.

Here it is.

I'm begging you, Bill.

I'm on my hands and knees.
I'm begging you.

I'm trying to do a good thing.

This is a good thing, Bill,
this is a good thing.

- This is good!
- Okay. Okay, that's enough.

This is good for the world!

Mr. Jacobs.

Please, just let me see this through.

- I can't be bad.
- Mr. Jacobs.

This is a good thing!
I'm trying to do a good thing, Bill!

For the last time, motion denied.

Sir, just get your things together

and pack them up.
You can go.

Let's take a five-minute recess.

Cassie had pawned her wedding ring,

took the cash,
and invested it in herself.

As Nate would always say,
"It takes money to make money."

Do you accept cash?

Just so happened her new place

was across the pool from Lexi.

I raise a dollar, and that's $100.

You didn't hear from Laurie yet, did you?

Not a little Bo Peep.

Hey, on a scale of 1 to 10,

how sad you think that bitch Laurie is?

- I feel like an 11?
- More like 111.

It was a beautiful bird.

Nigga, you say that
like you didn't kill his ass.

I didn't want to, but I was told to.

This nigga looking at me like he looked
at the damn parrot.

I don't like playing
with this motherfucker.

- Call.
- Call.

Oh, shit, we got a three-hander!

So, when we run low at the club,
where am I supposed to pick up from?

If I were you, little lady...

I'd focus on this hand right here.

I was just, I was just thinking,
'cause, you know,

I still have my connects in Mexico

and...

I could always, like,
do a pick-up and then sell at the club.

Bet 175.

I mean, we could make a lot of money.

You could make a lot of money.

Y'all just a little too fuckin'
rich for my blood.

Call.

Didn't you say you
wanted to get out of that world?

Now your ass wanna get back in?

Let's see the turn.

I was just thinking, that, that's all.

You know, something don't add up.

I bet 200.

Why in the fuck would you ask me something
so catastrophically dumb?

I don't know.

Now, see, you didn't just think it.

You had thought to say it,
and then you said it.

So, I'm gonna need
a much better explanation

than motherfucking "I don't know."

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have overstepped.

Nah, that don't cut it.

I just figured, like, at the club,
the more people that do drugs,

the more money they spend, you know?

Are you gonna call or not?

Nah.

See, you hiding somethin'.

No.

Then, why the fuck are you sweating?

I just know I have
a good hand, that's all.

Call.

I seen that look before.

See, you got that look in your eye.

Like a motherfuckin' rat.

Trying to figure out
where he's gonna go next.

Yeah.

Where you gonna go next?

- Let's see the river.
- Shut the fuck up, nigga.

You been using again, ain't you?

Ain't ya?

Yeah, I had a slip-up.

Check.

All in.

- Oh, shit got real.
- Call.

Oh! Fuck!

You been settin' that shit up
the whole time.

Let me make one fuckin' thing

- clear to you.
- Okay.

You fuck with hard drugs

they likely to wind up
killing your Black ass.

Got it. Won't happen again.

Damn, Bishop.

Boy, you got BTA...
Belt to motherfucking ass, ha!

Ha!

Angel's not coming back?

She run away from rehab.

- Disappear.
- Damn.

It's sad.

But life goes on.

It's yours.

An hour for all of you...

It's almost like Angel knew
she was never coming back.

And just like Tish,
everyone would soon forget.

Maddy told Cassie
to put on her best outfit.

She was gonna introduce her
to some friends.

The stash was running low

and I was running out of time.

You look good, bitch.

Sir, let's go.

This is Brandon Fontaine's house.

- He's got 20 million followers.
- Whoa.

The goal is simple.

Get him to post a video of you
looking hot tonight.

And who knows if the DEA
would even protect me.

All he cares about is pussy.

You're gonna tempt him with pussy,
you're not gonna give him pussy.

'Cause the moment you do,
he'll never speak to you again.

Don't trust these girls.

These bitches are dogs.
Stray dogs.

And they're looking at you
like a fucking Pomeranian.

The cute new bitch.

So stay sharp, stay focused.
Let's fucking win.

It feels like we're going to war.

Come on.

So, what would you like?

Yo, Magick, you're up.

Really, and what do you think I'm doing?

Now, it's time to announce
the content creator of the month,

who is none other than Ricky D!

Ricky, where you at, Ricky?

Ricky just won.

How do you know Brendon Fontaine?

Oh, my best friend's,
like, best friends with him.

- Oh, who's your best friend?
- Maddy Perez.

She's, like, a manager
to all these super famous actors.

Yeah, I know Maddy.
I love Maddy.

Is she here?

She's...

She's somewhere around here.

- Ah!
- What's up?

- What's up?
- Hi!

Hey, you guys wanna have some more fun?

I have some coke.

Oh, my God, I love coke.

She loves coke.

Alright, come on, come on, come on.

How's she doing?

- Making her money's worth?
- Yeah.

Make yourself at home.

I can't believe you actually live here.

It's dope, right?

How long have you guys known each other?

- Mm, we...
- Forever.

Does Maddy rep you?

Yep.

That's weird.

Cass?

Cass.

Come and get it.

- Did you test this?
- It's my usual plug, it's fine.

Are you sure?

- Yeah.
- Okay, no, sorry.

I don't wanna die or anything.

I love my life too much, you know?

You're not gonna offer it to me first?

I thought you were a gentleman.

Ladies first.

Thank you.

Whoo!

Oh, my God! Whoo!

Do me, do me, do me, do me. Whoo!

Right here, right here.

- Right there?
- Right there.

I think it's my turn.

- His turn.
- My turn.

- Baby, my turn.
- Your turn.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, Smilez. Get the fuck up here.

Oh, I like it too.

Oh, fuck.

- He really likes it.
- Oh, yeah. I do, I do.

I can't open the door
and I need to get in there.

Brandon.

I think it's my turn.

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, I got it.

Whoo!

You're a fucking crazy bitch, aren't you?

Fucking wild.

- You're no good.
- I'm no good.

We're dealing with a locked door here.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

About to go viral.

- I need to get some water.
- Okay.

You good?

Oh, no.

- She's sick.
- She's sicky.

She's puking.

Oh, fuck.

I wanna fuck your brains out.

- Really?
- Really. Really.

- Right now?
- Right now.

Hey, Brandon, who's your new friend?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

It's just me, Cassie.

And that's my handle.

Hey.

Here, let me help you.

Do you have any more Ketamine?

You doing okay?

Okay.

Those guys

did they

did they hurt you?

You know, I saw what happened.

Are you sure you want to be doing this?

It's like, are you being forced?

I like to dance.

You good?

Yeah.

Just making a phone call.

Fuck.

Speak English.

She asked Kitty if someone
was forcing her to work here.

I don't trust this bitch.

Hey.

I...

I just forgot my phone.

I let you break one of my rules.

Nobody enters my office alone.

I don't know why she's calling.

Must be important.

Do you mind if I...

- Mom?
- Listen very carefully.

Pretend I'm your mom.
Ask me about Grandma.

Wait. What did you say about Grandma?

You're compromised.

The girl in there just told your boss
that she thinks that you're a snitch.

You gotta find a way to discredit her.

Okay.

Well, I'm glad she's okay.

Love you, too.

Close the door. We need to talk.

You got their attention.
Now you gotta keep it.

No, I think it's very clear
what the fuck is happening here.

Because this Spanish hood rat

is jealous of the new girl.

Hoodrat. Hoodrat. That's what you are.

Clearly lying.

Liar. Liar.

I don't know what you're saying.

I don't know what she's saying.

- IDs?
- Yeah, I got it right here.

Roll out the red carpet, motherfucker!

Okay. Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I can't understand you.

Okay, okay, okay. Hey.

So, you're saying
you never spoke to Kitty?

No, I fucking... I spoke to her,

but I just said, like, you know,
"Are you okay?"

Which is my job. Is it not?

- Look after the girls, right?
- Bullshit.

Look, if you wanna believe this
fucking drug addict, that's up to you.

Yo, we got a fight
in the back parking lot.

I didn't steal no fucking drugs, okay?

- Magick, you sit your ass down!
- Okay, well, let's open up

the fucking locker then,
because I know what the fuck I saw.

- Yeah? Go check it. Yeah, go check it.
- Yeah! I'll go check it.

All I know is one of you bitches is lying.

What?! She's lying. She's a liar.

- She's the bitch that's lying!
- What?!

She's the one with
the fucking fake-ass neck brace,

and I'm the one who's lying.

- That's hilarious. Honestly.
- What?!

I don't care...

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I wouldn't do that, motherfucker.

- Take a seat.
- Hands! Hands!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Now, I imagine you got a safe in there?

You have any fucking idea
who you're robbing?

Well, that's the exciting part.

I open that safe, I'm dead.

You die here or you die later.

Don't seem like a fucking
tough decision to me, boy.

You kill me,
you'll never get that shit open.

Then shoot the girls.

Alright. Come here.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ts-ts-ts-ts.

Oh, look.
Two birds, one stone.

You got five seconds, boy.

Five! Four! Three!

- Oh, God, please.
- Keep praying, baby.

Two!

You a cold motherfucker? One.

Boom!

Oo-whoo!

- Did you hear that?
- What?

A big bang?

No.

What do we gotta do to convince you
to open the safe?

How 'bout we blow off that donkey dick?

- How 'bout we blow that thing off?
- Whoo, whoo!

It's either your balls
or the motherfucking safe, man.

What's it gonna be, dog?

- Huh?
- Behind the painting.

What's that?

It's behind the painting.

That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Open it.

Go on, get.

Go on.

Proceed.

Looks like you shit your drawers.

How we lookin'?

Jackpot.

Go! Door, door, door!

Oh, shit. Fucking...

Kiss my white ass, motherfuckers!

Yeehaw!

Whoo!

Yo, Bishop, I think we need
to get him to the hospital, man.

He can wait. Rewind the footage.

Hey.

They in a pickup truck.

Zoom in on the plates.

Hey, yo, man. Come on.
Come on. Stay up, bro.

There are no plates.

Can you see anyone's face?

They're masked up.

Even the driver?

I think I got it.

What do you see?

It's a woman.

She has gigantic lips.

You know her?

It's a girl named Faye.

She works for Laurie.