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Morning, my queens.

It's your girl, Lips.

Here to bring you some aural pleasure on this bright, beautiful day.

This one goes out to all my sisters out there

and not just my chocolates ones,

everyone who's down for the feminism struggle.

This one's for you.

Arthur.

Look at us.

You know, you really are an idiot...

We could've worked.

I loved you.

You ruined everything.

I thought you were a man who could protect me.

But you're weak and I can't trust you anymore.

So long, Arty.

Bring it back up!

You wanna take it easy on me? Or you want to teach me a lesson?

You fucking bitch!

You're not supposed to talk when you fight.

You're not supposed to do that either.

What do you know about fighting rules?

This is no coincidence. You know that, right?

First, Roberts offs himself under mysterious circumstances.

Now, Hammer...

Somebody's gunning for us.

Who in their right mind would have the balls to come after us?

I really don't feel right about this.

Come on. Roberts, Hammer...

They both had their demons.

You and I both know it takes a man with a certain constitution

to do what we do.

They couldn't hack it.

I wouldn't make any more of it.

Let's look on the bright side.

I am liking the way our profit pie slicing up,

without Hammer and Roberts.

Well, I guess every cloud does have its silver lining.

Attaboy.

Now, listen.

Keep your wits about you.

You're the mayor, for fuck's sake. Act like it.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's Hawke. He's acting weird.

You were telling me you had a friend that could take any phone,

and turn it into a listening device?

Yeah.

Well, let's pull the trigger on that one. ASAP.

Consider it done.

That was fantastic!

Jim, you are an animal.

So what about John?

You know we have to tell him, eventually.

He's your husband, Hetty.

He doesn't understand we don't give a damn

about all this Indian bullshit.

What?

I'm talking about this.

Of course. I know that.

He's gotta go.

What?

"He's gotta go." Where?

He'll have an accident.

And then Immobiliare will be all yours. And the land.

Jim, you're talking about my husband.

Your partner, your friend.

What a good friend I am, taking care of his wife,

behind his back.

Come on, Hetty.

You know we're not friends.

Who fucks you better anyway?

Whose little slut are you, baby? His?

You're mine. All mine.

Yes, I am.

- But I couldn't. - I could.

Oh but I could.

You don't love him anymore, he's just in our way.

And don't worry, you won't be involved.

It will just be an accident.

And then we might even get married,

and fuck like this for the rest of our lives.

But I

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it, just for us.

I know this is your first mission. You're gonna be great.

Thank you for everything, Nenuphar.

- Good luck! - Be safe.

Let's go!

Hey, Alice.

- Having a problem? - I don't know what happened.

Everything was okay when I came in this morning, boss.

- Maybe I can help you. - No, sir.

I don't wanna bother you.

It's no bother to help a pretty lady. It's no bother.

That is so kind of you.

It's like my daddy used to say:

"Woman's weakness is a man's strength."

- Smart man, your daddy. - He certainly thought so.

Don't just stand there. See if you can fix the lady's car!

Yes, sir.

I don't know how I can ever repay you.

Don't worry about it. Nothing to it. These guys are worth it.

Actually, I have a few ideas.

- Where is your car? - I'm around the corner.

Let's go.

- You sure about this? - Yeah.

I don't know what's gotten into you but I like it.

Victor to papa. Are we good to go?

I'm in position.

Show time.

Good night.

Enjoy it.

It's what you've got half the girls in here doped up on.

Just a slightly higher dose.

Nice rack! You lovely creature.

Come right here.

You are naughty, aren't you?

You have no idea how naughty I am.

Let's go in there.

No, I'm staying.

No, let's go in the room. Come on!

- What's in the room? - More. Come on.

Mayor Hawke!

Oh Lord, you call me Ben.

Okay, Ben.

- May I help you with that? - No, I got it.

- You certainly do. - I got you where I want you.

You have it all.

This too?

Get your filthy sweaty hands off of me.

What the fuck, what the fuck?

I've been waiting for you.

- Thank you, Alice. - Pleasure.

Who are you? And what do you want?

There he is.

Here is how it's gonna go.

You gonna get an invite from Miranda's talk show.

And when your shit face is on that silver screen,

you're gonna do nothing but tell the truth.

- All of it. - Yes, you will.

Come on. What are you talking about?

You are gonna come clean about all the shit

that you've been crawling in,

in front of God and the TV cameras.

The whole scheme.

Chance's death.

Edwards. Hammer. New Path.

And you gonna sell Argent. Live.

Are you brats serious?

Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!

And suck my dick on your way out!

You know, there's a saying.

We only have one death

but there's a thousand ways to die.

You wouldn't want yours to be the worst now, would you?

I guess I have no choice now.

That's right.

Good boy.

Cover me!

Fuck, I'm out!

Get out!

Start the car. We'll meet you out front.

Peralta!

Mrs. McBride.

I've been looking for you. You best put that gun down.

Thank you.

It's all over. You're coming with me.