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Femme Fatales 1x05 The White Flower Original Air Date on June 10, 2011

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Bad dream.

I don't know how you sleep

with this much cash in the room.

Wish I hadn't now.

Yeah, you don't look so great.

Like I said, bad dream.

Let me guess. About that cop?

Freeze! Drop your weapons!

No.

It's not that. It's just a, uh--

It's just a bad dream.

All right, early.

I like that. Who's early?

Hey, Mr. Ryan said we sit tight,

here, alone, right?

Live a little, why don't you?

What are you doing, Jimmy?

Call it a bonus, O'Brien, for saving my ass back there.

Cynthia.

Meet my associate Mr. O'Brien.

She one of Mr. Ryan's girls?

Nah. It's on me. To say thanks.

Look, you can use the other room.

Knock yourself out.

Don't break the bed... or the girl.

♪ I've got my eye on you ♪

♪ I've got my eye on you ♪

♪ And I'm hooked, dear, too ♪

♪ Your fooling around's ♪

♪ Getting blood on my shoes, oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oa ♪

♪ I've set my sights on you ♪

♪ I've set my sights on you ♪

♪ I've got an alibi, too ♪

♪ So don't look around ♪

♪ I've got nothing to lose ♪

♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oa ♪

♪ Whoa-oa, oh, oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oa ♪

Money.

It's been said it is the root of all evil.

Well, tonight, in this seedy motel room,

two men are about to find out

that it's the devil's honest truth--

that when the fickle finger of fate

points in your direction,

the most innocuous omen may be the harbinger of doom,

and it may come in the most enticing package

with a heart that beats of pure deceit.

So tonight...

I bequeath to you...

"The White Flower."

You okay

I'm fine, just a bad dream.

Oh yeah? What about?

Flowers.

Uh, white flowers.

Look, it doesn't matter. Just go.

White flowers? What the fuck? Are you serious?

Look, just go!

All right, I'm going.

Shit, what's the hurry?

Whoa.

This is Barbara.

You think you're the only one that was gonna have fun?

I'll take care of Jimmy,

Cynthia will take care of you.

I sure will.

After all,

you boys have had a busy day.

Everybody on the fucking ground!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

What he fuck are you looking at?

Hey! Don't look at me!

Don't look at me! Down on the floor!

Who are you staring at? On the ground! On your knees!

Now, if you'll be so nice and fill that bag with money.

You! I'm gonna put a bullet right in your head!

You stay right there!

If you put a dye pack in there, you're a dead woman!

You're a dead woman!

You badder than a bullet?

Are you badder than a bullet? Huh?

I didn't think so!

Keep your head down! You wanna keep it?

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Give him the night of his life.

He's earned it.

I will.

Don't worry about Cynthia.

She'll take good care of your friend.

He is not my friend.

Obviously.

Where'd you find her?

Under one of the better rocks.

Don't worry.

You can trust her.

Is that right?

As much as you trust me.

Hey. Whoa.

Look, not so rough, buddy.

Hey! I said take it easy, all right?

This is a $500 dress here.

I'm gonna charge you extra for it.

God.

You know, I mean...

seems like you might be a high roller.

I'm sure you might want to save a little extra

in case you need a little extra later, you know?

Right?

Where'd you get them?

Officer down!

Don't worry about where I got 'em,

worry about what I'm gonna do with 'em.

Well, you know...

I think...

I may have...

a better idea.

I think you're gonna like it.

Oh, yeah?

I know you're gonna like it.

You been naughty?

I bet you have.

I've been a bad boy.

I'm supposed to call Mr. Ryan.

You look like you could use this.

How'd it go? It was a fucking mess.

Alarm got tripped.

It turned into a goddamn cop convention.

But you made it out. You're alive.

Oh, I am more than just alive.

I am rich.

Calm down.

Flowers for Mrs. Stanwyck.

There's no Stanwyck here.

Wrong room.

What? What's gotten into you?

Sorry, I'm, uh...I'm good.

You don't look good.

It's white flowers. I just--

I hate 'em. They just bring back memories.

Forget it. It's funny.

Man like you, can face down a room of hard-ass cops,

even a righteous bastard like Mr. Ryan,

then you see some little white flowers?

Real fucking laugh riot.

You going to tell me why?

It's a long story.

Another time.

Get ready to taste heaven.

It's the only taste I'll ever get.

Hey, wait-- Nah, I want to see you.

Trust me. I'm a doctor.

Ready for you to operate, doc.

I bet you are.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Time to make the call?

I'm sure the scary flowers

have safely been delivered by now.

Look, it's not fucking funny.

Fine. But Mr. Ryan is expecting a call.

♪

Sir, the telephone call you were expecting.

Tell Jimmy to call back in 20 minutes.

Uh... make that 30.

How long?

Okay.

Looks like we've got some time to kill.

Hasn't there been enough killing today?

Mm.

And I thought Cynthia was gonna have all the fun.

I don't know if I'd call that fun.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, that's good.

That was amazing.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Hm. So, secretive Jimmy,

Tell me something about yourself.

I want you.

Something I don't know.

I want to hear a secret--

something personal, something nobody else knows.

Why?

Indulge me.

I want you on that bed, naked.

And I want to know why you're so scared of white flowers.

Open up to me, Jimmy,

and I'll open up...

for you.

Make you a deal.

You reveal yourself to me,

I'll reveal myself...

to you.

Look, it's stupid. It's nothing. Okay?

Please Jimmy, you got me real curious now.

Okay, fine.

It's from way back,

back from when I was a kid.

You keep going,

I'll keep going.

I've never told anybody this story before.

I'm honored, then.

Back when I was a kid, there was this old lady.

She lived in the creepiest fucking house in the neighborhood.

All the local kids, we used to avoid the place like the plague.

We used to run past it as fast as we could.

Most of us, we'd never even seen

the old lady that lived inside,

but those who had, they had their stories.

They said that she was some kind of a...

witch.

A witch, huh?

I told you it was dumb, okay?

I'm sorry.

Go on.

Look, can we talk about something else, please?

I'm half undressed here, Jimmy.

What fun is that?

Fine.

They said that this old lady worked at the fair,

that she was some kind of a fortune teller or something,

but she could only tell you one thing,

something you didn't want to hear.

Like what?

She could only tell you

the last thing that you'd ever see

before you died.

And you believed this?

You never saw her eyes.

They-- They...

I'm sorry.

Please, go on.

When she worked at the fair, she was right so often...

they tried to lynch her.

Guys didn't like what they heard.

They would ask her. She would tell them.

The last thing they'd see.

Before they died.

They turned on her.

They nearly ran her out of town.

What does this have to do with you?

I heard a story from one of the other kids,

He told me that all the money

that the lady made from the fairgrounds

she kept up underneath of her bed.

You tried to rob her?

Shame on you.

Hey, what can I say? I started young.

Besides, they dared me.

I pretty much had no choice.

So one day--

it was the dumbest fucking thing I ever did,

but I never-- I never ever backed down from a dare, okay?

I went to that old, creepy fucking house,

and I broke in

through the basement window.

I got upstairs and I figured out which room was her bedroom.

And I was so quiet.

She was in bed...

sleeping.

Then the snoring stopped.

I nearly died right there.

My heart, it just sank.

Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

You're almost done, Jimmy.

And so am I.

She was so fast.

Then I saw her eyes.

They were like milk,

like sour old milk.

She leaned into me.

And she told me.

She was dead.

I guess I killed her.

That's horrible.

What did you do?

I got the hell out of there,

and I ran all the way home.

I didn't even fuck with the money.

And you think she was right?

Oh, I know she was right.

She was never wrong, never.

The last thing I will ever see

on God's green earth

is a white fucking flower.

That's quite a story.

It's all true.

I know.

You could never lie that well.

Oh, shit,

did I fall asleep?

Mm-hm.

Been waiting for you to wake up,

with nothing to do but read the Bible.

The Bible?

What, are you kidding?

Wish I was.

Looking up all the Commandments we just broke?

Always been kinda fuzzy on them myself.

Anyway, I wanted you to be awake for this.

Oh, come on, I'm an old man.

I ain't ready for round 2 yet.

Mmm.

You don't know what I've got here.

Let me guess. You've got some kind of toy?

You could say that.

Something kinky?

Mmm.

Am I gonna like this?

Sure.

Blow your mind.

All right.

Whoa. You really gave me a working over there, baby.

You know it.

Wow.

Time to call Mr. Ryan to give him the bad news.

♪

Nothing?

You got nothing?

Yes, sir. The alarm got tripped.

Then the cops were there within three minutes.

There was nothing we could do but get the hell out of there.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, and there's more bad news. It's about O'Brien.

He didn't make it. The cops nailed him.

Yes sir, he's, uh...

He's dead.

O'Brien was a good man.

Yeah, he sure was. He was the best.

Yeah. He saved my life.

He went out fighting,

just the way he would've wanted.

Yes, sir.

Wow.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Wow. As far as he's concerned, we got nada,

and poor O'Brien went down in a blaze of glory.

Ah, we're in the clear.

By the time Mr. Ryan finds out what really went down,

we'll be a long time gone.

I am tired.

Hell of a day.

Quite a night at that.

Yeah, and quite a night.

You know, that was some plan you came up with.

I could've never dreamed it up myself.

Me, neither.

Oh, well...

here, here, how much we owe you, doll?

Ten percent?

All of it.

Are you fucking serious?

I've got to make it worth my time.

Shit.

Fucking O'Brien couldn't have been easy,

but it wasn't worth that much.

Look, you could've warned me.

Like you said, Jimmy,

you never could have planned this yourself.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm not that smart.

Who am I to argue?

Oh-- oh...

I, uh...

I don't-- I don't feel too good.

Look, I--

I--

Wow.

Something's not right.

You look like you could use this.

You poisoned me.

Huh, did I?

Goodbye, Jimmy.

There's no white flower.

Guess the old lady was wrong.

No, she-- she can't be wrong.

She can't-- She can't be wrong.

The gun won't fire.

The gun can't fire. Please don't do this.

Please don't do this. There's no white flower.

Because there's no... white... flower!

♪ Woman is the root of all my troubles ♪

♪ Woman is the root of all my woe ♪

♪ Once I was so gay and full of laughter ♪

♪ Now worry is all that I know ♪

♪ Women, women ♪

♪ They say you gotta have them around ♪

♪ Women, women ♪

♪ Don't ever let a woman come near ♪

♪ Especially when she calls you dear ♪

♪ Don't ever let a woman come near ♪

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