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It's probably not the best idea

to screw one of my employees.

Oh, shit, what is this?

This is your reward

for delivering all those Claws Up kits.

Our Claws Up Consultant of the Month

is a traitor.

You stole from me, bitch.

Unh!

Palmetto PD just picked up
Baylor and Brienne.

What? What happened?

A neighbor found them
wandering in the street.

They were in their nightgowns,

- and Baylor almost got hit by a car.
- Shit.

- Where are the girls?
- They're with social services.

They won't let me in to see them.

Oh, my God. What do we do?

My hands are tied.

It's called the system for a reason...

It's a process.

It's just... Okay.

Ms. Stiller, it is a miscommunication.

And it will never happen again.

Yeah, th-th-this is not their fault.

I was in the system.

I know what good parents look like.

These are not the kind of people
you take kids away from.

Can we just take them home tonight

until we see the judge tomorrow?

They've been placed overnight
in a group home.

- A group home?!
- Group home? What?

Why would you take my kids away
because of an accident?

You can make your case tomorrow
in family court.

Okay, well, I'mma need to see
my kids tonight.

Because I need to explain
to them what's going on,

- and they are probably very scared.
- That's not possible.

- It is po...
- There they are.

- Hey, Baylor! Brienne!
- Mommy!

Mommy!

You're okay! Mama loves you!

- You're okay!
- Hey, hey, hey. We'll get them back.

Hey, hey, hey. We'll get them back.

They can't take my kids!

I know it's hard, but
this ain't the way, baby.

Listen to them, Mrs. Husser.

You don't want an arrest
to escalate the situation.

Okay, thank you. Thank you very much.

Hey, it's okay.

- I don't know, babe.
- It's gonna be all right.

Don't cry. Don't cry, baby.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

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I hate to pry,
but I'm a little confused.

Why were the girls home alone
in the middle of the night

wandering around like
hillbilly children of the corn

in their little nighties?

It was just a misunderstanding, Pol.

None of this would've happened

if I wouldn't have been out
chasing that big bitch Bambi.

Ohh. God.

I will not lay my head on a pillow

until I figure out how
to get those girls back.

We appreciate that, Des,

but we neck-deep in horse shit.

And I don't think we're
getting out anytime soon.

Now, wait a minute. Years ago,
I met this foster-care caseworker

at Gloria Estefan's fish fry.

Why don't I just try to give him a call?

Wait, wait. Why don't I take the girls?

I am their godmother.

And I know how the foster-care
system works.

Hell, Dean and I was in it long enough.

- Yeah.
- All I gotta do is prove

I have a stable home environment

and pass a background check.

- Well...
- Don't. 'Cause I will pass.

And there would be no reason

that they wouldn't let me be
their temporary guardian.

Babe?

We would not say no to that.

- Yes.
- Okay.

These neighborhoods you have us
going into are hardcore.

Alright, they're full of halfway houses,

addicts, parolees...

Yeah, and we're making bank.

Look, I get we're dealers.

But you have us in gang territory.

One of my girls almost got shot.

And she didn't, did she?

And you sold all the patches.

So we're good.

Yeah, this time.

But I don't wanna have to take
my life in my hands

every time I go on a run for you.

We're only getting paid for dealing.

We need combat pay.

Is this really about salary?

Or is this really about something else?

I told you.

It's about our safety.

Mmmmm.

It's just an incredible coincidence...

that the other day I told you

I wasn't gonna sleep with you...

now you're coming to me
with this bullshit.

- This isn't about your strap-on.
- Mmm.

If you're not gonna give us
a bigger cut of your profits,

we're all gonna walk.

Think about it.

So, softball team's
playin' hardball, huh?

Yeah. Tough shit for them.

Bunch of convicted felons.

I ain't paying them another dime.

Well, unlike myself, Ann,

you ain't had a whole lot
of experience managing people.

Okay? So let me give you
a little advice, alright?

You gotta be like that,
uh, Matcha-belly guy.

Hard, brutal.

Then every once in a while,

you gotta switch it up
and dangle a little carrot.

'Cause that's what makes
a great leader, Ann.

Inconsistency.

Alright, well, that may work
for you, but for me,

either you do your job
or you are out of there.

That's it.

You got the brutal part down.

Maybe that's why I like you.

I'm a brutal kinda guy.

Besides, the more we pay them,

the less there is for us. Right?

And nothing... nothing...
Is gonna keep me

from getting the hell
outta this shithole town.

Eh, who dis?

Yeah. Clay Husser.

Shit. What happened?

This is the emergency hearing

for the guardianship
of Brienne and Baylor Husser.

I see social services is unable to reach

the real father of Brienne.

Oh, I'm... I'm her father.
I... I raised her.

EJ's just her... Her Black daddy.

Bryce! You people.

I mean African-American daddy.

Uh, EJ, her biological father,
is a musician,

and he's on a cruise ship
somewhere in the Gulf.

Y-Yeah, but Desna here, um,

she's the girls' godmother.

She's basically family.

And I have more than enough room
for the girls.

Yeah, a-and no criminal record.

And not to mention the fact
that I'm a business owner,

I have a stable income,

and I love those babies
like they was my own.

I-It's the perfect temporary situation.

This isn't a playdate, Ms. Simms.

This could take up to a year.

That's a big responsibility.

Well, you don't want them to go
to a stranger, though, right?

Shouldn't they go to somebody
that knows and loves them?

I mean, Desna Simms is good people.

I have known her
just about my whole life,

and there is no one I would
trust more with my girls.

I was lost in the foster-care system.

Her kids don't deserve that.

But you're no blood relation to them.

But that doesn't matter, Judge.

M-My wife and I are closer to Desna

- than our... our own families.
- Yeah.

I mean, she might as well
be a blood relative.

We have been able to locate
their next of kin,

who is willing to take on both girls.

I think that's going to be
the best placement for them.

Next of kin?

Oh, my God, don't let it be
my trailer trash mama.

Oh, this is a pile of dogshit.

Officer?

Where my precious grandbabies at?

Girls, you be good
for Uncle Daddy, okay?

And... And he'll take care of you.

We gotcha. Come on. Hey.

Thank you, Uncle Daddy.

It's all about family, boy.

It's all about family.

Look, we are gonna figure out
this shit with this court

and get your girls back to you.

In the meantime,

I'll make sure they're safe and happy.

- You will?
- Yes.

Besides, Clay loves those girls.

You know he only wants
what's best for them.

Why you being so sweet?

After the way things
went down between us?

Whatever this is

has nothing to do with those girls.

And what we had... It meant a lot.

I'm not gonna just forget that.

Thank you, Ann.

I just... I feel so bad for Jenn.

Not to mention Brienne and Baylor.

I mean, those girls aren't
just Jenn's, they're ours.

- Mm, true.
- Poor girls.

I know what it's like
to get bounced around.

Well, at least they're with
their grandpa for now.

Grandpa? Clay Husser is a damn gangsta.

Those girls should be with me.

You guys are never gonna believe
what I just heard.

Breathe, Sheray.

Bambi's dead!

- Oh, my God.
- What?!

They found her in her husband, Lou's,

auto body shop last night.
They think she was killed.

Oh, how?!

Oh, good Lord. Do they know who did it?

They don't have any suspects
as of yet, but now I'm worried.

All the consultants are.

What if it's some rival gang

trying to take us out?

Okay, wait. Hey, uh, newbie. Here.

Uh, run on over to Shrimp City
and bring us back a bucket.

But that's so far away.

Mm-hmm.

- Calm down.
- Okay.

So, do y'all think that Bambi's death

had anything to do with our pill game?

No.

- No. Unh-unh.
- Nah.

But we sellin' drugs!

Look, me and the girls didn't think

people were gonna start getting killed.

I mean, we... I could be next!

Hey. Nobody is gonna be next.

Alright? You gather up the crew

and come back here for a meeting.

I'mma Olivia Pope this bitch.

Hello, cute puppy.

Aww!

♪ The elephant goes like this and that ♪

♪ He's really big and a little bit fat ♪

♪ He has no fingers,
and he has no toes ♪

Ha ha!

Hello, Ms. Jenn! What can I do for you?

Hey, Clay. Uh, me and Bryce

are gonna come over and see the girls

and talk to them about what's going on,

so I just wanted to give you a heads-up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cool your jets, missy ma'am.

The judge said under no circumstances

are you two to have any contact
with the girls.

You know, we ain't in the
business of breakin' the law.

Okay, don't gimme that
sanctimonious bullshit, Clay.

I wanna see my girls
and I wanna see 'em now.

Well, maybe we can work
somethin' out there.

If you, uh

quit your job with Miss Desna...

...and, uh, come
and take care of your family,

maybe we can arrange
for a little visitation.

This ain't no quid pro ho, Clay Husser.

These are my children.

Sorry, looks like the girls,
uh, want their grandpa.

Gotta go.

You think about what I said, Miss Jenn.

You...

Alright, girls.

Who wants ponies and ice cream?

- I think you should do it.
- What?

Do whatever you gotta do
to be with your kids.

I mean, Ann was right.

Some stuff is more important
than our shit.

Oh, now Ann's right?

I wish you would've said
that to me yesterday

instead of guiltin' me about Claws Up.

Look, if there's one thing
I know about Uncle Daddy

is that man is as hard as a rock

when it comes to business,

but when it comes to family,
he's a marshmallow, alright?

He'll come around.

Alright, let's just head
to the house, alright?

I don't think I can go back there.

I don't want to see their stuff.

- It's so empty, and it's so quiet.
- Babe.

I don't want to go back to it
without them there.

I just can't.

Well, why don't y'all just stay here?

Des, for real?

Yes, you can stay as long as you want.

I got you.

Thank you.

I'mma head back to the salon,

but you call me if you need anything.

- Alright.
- Okay?

- Okay, alright.
- I love you, baby.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

- See y'all later.
- Thank you, Des.

Thank you.

Sorry.

- No, don't... don't be sorry.
- Sorry.

- Look at me. Look at me.
- Hey.

We are gonna get our lawyers
on this thing, alright?

Let's just look at this
as a, uh, little vacation.

Oh, a court-ordered vacation.

That's just what I've always
wanted, Bry.

Oh, come on now, look.

Hey, th-the kids are with
Grandpa for the weekend.

We can just pretend that
we're in a fabulous hotel

having that honeymoon we never had.

Only if there's
an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Oh, there will be.

Of deez nuts.

Alright, you guys
go play on that jungle gym.

When we're done,

we'll go to the pony rides
like we promised.

Have fun!

Gotta say, I am really surprised

at how good you are with them.

Well, you know, I raised
two kidlets of my own.

Look how good Bryce and Roller
turned out, right?

Tell you what, I would've had some more,

but I was, uh, shootin' blanks.

Had a nasty case of syphilis.

Alright, alright. I'm just sayin'.

You seem like you'd be a good dad.

Well, and you're gonna be a good mom.

I can tell.

If I can afford it.

Apparently, it costs more
to have a stroller

than it does a car now.

- Oh, boy. Look who's here.
- What?

It's "The I Word" on steroids.

Oh, shit.

What do you think Desna gonna say?

Well, she said not to worry,
she got it under control.

Whatever.

As long as I don't wind up like Bambi.

Baron. Um, hello.

Uh... what are you doing here?

Well, I... I have come to thank you

for helping Joyce to the other side.

Oh.

It was my pleasure to ease her suffering

and send her into the light.

Now, if you don't mind,
we were just about to have

a little team-building meeting.

Oh. So...

Well, um, I will leave you be,

but I just wanted to give you
this small token

of my esteem and appreciation.

Oh!

Gorgeous.

- Thank you.
- You don't like it?

Oh, no, I love it. I love it.

No, let's just, um...
Let's talk about it later.

- Alright?
- Alright.

Alright. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Thank you.

Oh!

Claws Up consultants,
let me get your attention.

Alright.

I know y'all are concerned

about what happened with our dear Bambi.

- Mm-hmm.
- Right?

And while we don't know the details,

let me assure you that the chances

of it being related to Claws Up

is next to none.

She's right, y'all.

A high percentage of women

that are murdered every year

are killed by people they know.

Personal motives, if you get my drift.

Well, the point of this meeting

is to let y'all know

that we're family
and I'm gonna protect you...

Every single one of you.

Trust her.
Nobody cares about you like Des.

- Mm-hmm.
- The first order of business

is to make sure that Bambi and
Lou's kids are taken care of.

I want to give them a weekly allowance,

so we need to keep the sales up.

Yeah, and if anything happens
to any of y'all,

we will do the exact same thing.

You mean if one of us get murdered?

Unh-unh. No, that's not what she means,

because that's not gon' happen.
Not on my watch.

I will move heaven and earth
to protect my family.

Believe that.

Thank you, Desna.

It's what I do.

- Desna for President!
- Yes?

Yeah.

So, we in the hood fendin' off trolls,

meanwhile you at the playground?

Admit it, Ann. You didn't give a shit

about what we talked about.

This isn't about you.

We have other things to deal with today.

That's bullshit.

You don't want to pay us
what we deserve,

and that's why you won't come
to the table.

You had one good night.

How 'bout you hold on a sec
before you ask for a raise?

Hell no. We ain't waitin' for shit.

We're getting what's rightfully ours.

Ladies, ladies. Lovely ladies.

And them handsome ones, too.

Let's see if we can work out
a compromise.

- I got this, Clay.
- You've changed, Ann.

You never used to be so cold.

It's that Matcha-belly thing.

Bullshit. You're making this personal.

I'm trying to run a business here.

Want to talk personal?

- Alright, cool.
- Fine.

Come see for yourself in person
on my next run.

Then you'll see
what we're talking about.

Hey, where the girls at?

Hey, Baylor! Brienne!

- Shit, shit, shit.
- Baylor!

Shit. Shit.

Hey, there.

♪ Every morning, I keep it going ♪

♪ Tell myself the same things ♪

I see you, New Jordans.

You like it, right?

I gotta stay fresh.
Know what I'm sayin'?

You know, upgraded your boy.

♪ Never giving up, never backing down ♪

Hey, so, I've been thinking, though.

I've been making all my deliveries,

and I need more to do.

I need more responsibility.

What you think?

Mm-hmm.

You hearing anything I'm saying?

- Hmm?
- What's got you so distracted?

One of my clients died,

and I was trying to see
if it made the news.

Oh, shit. Is it one of our crew?

Slow your roll, young'un.

Not "our" crew... My crew.

Why can't it be ours?

Wha?!

I'm just sayin'. Let me step up.

You know I'm about that life.

- And you.
- Move.

Mnh-mnh.

Yeah?

You got a minute?

Yep. I need to talk to her.

Alright, I'll stick around.

No, no. I mean,
it's just some work bullshit.

I got it.

I'll see you later?

- I'll see you later.
- Alright.

What's up?

Okay. So, I'm on my route today.

I'm layin' off my Claws Up kits
to my regulars at the park

when this fruit-sellin'
sketchy-ass mo-fo

threatened me!

Whoa. What you mean, threatened you?

Like he knows what I'm slinging

and he definitely ain't good with it.

This shit got me shook, Des.

Especially after what happened to Bambi.

Okay. Alright. Just calm down.

Alright? I-I told you I
would protect y'all, and I will.

That fine brother that just left?

That's new Claws Up security.

Mm-hmm. So I'mma roll with you
to the park later

and see if I can check this fool.

If that don't work,
I'mma send him over there.

Alright.

I see where you headed.

I got you.

Wait one sec.

Hey, Jenn. What's up?

Wha... What?!

What happened?

Where are the girls?

Uh, me and Ann were...

We were just dealin'
with an employee issue

- when the... the girls ran off.
- They're fine.

An off-duty cop found them
under the park bridge.

Where all the drug dealers
and the junkies

and the homeless people are?

W-Wait a minute. Employee issues?

You're out there dealing drugs

when you're supposed to be
watching the girls?

Hot damn, if that ain't the
pot callin' the kettle black!

- Not now!
- Oh, my God, Ann.

You just said you were gonna
keep them safe,

and once again,
your selfishness is screwing us.

Look who you're working for.

Desna's the dictionary
definition of selfishness.

Oh, maybe Urban Dictionary.

- Shut up!
- Shut up!

Ann, I don't know whatever
self-righteous tip you're on,

but it has made you blind
to the fact that you are

guilty of the exact thing
you're accusing Desna of.

Come on, Jenn.
Now ain't the time.

Pregnant.

Hey. Uh, how are they?

They're fine.

Shaken up, which isn't a surprise,

given what they've been through.

But they'll be okay.

Okay, when can we see them?

None of you have proven capable

of taking care of these
two little girls.

You are not able to see your kids

once they're taken away,
especially taken away twice.

No, no, no. M-Ma'am, listen...

That's enough. Are they okay?

I'm sorry, the court has ordered them

placed in a foster home.

Oh, God, no. Please!

O-Okay, you know what? I am here.

She's right here.

- And I can take them right now.
- Okay?

It's too late.
The judge has made his decision.

Oh, well, where are you gonna put them?

Unfortunately, you lost
the right to know that.

Lost the right?

Wait. Those are our kids!

Yeah, and if you don't follow
the rules, you'll lose them.

- Oh, my God.
- Hey. Hey!

- Jennifer!
- Hey, alright.

Come on. Hey, Jenn, come on.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

- Jenn!
- Go, go, go, go, go go.

Jenn, maybe Polly and the Baron
can help. Wait!

Mighty fine pickle
you've put us in there, Ann.

What? What are you talking about?

If you weren't so focused
on fighting with our employees,

my little grandbabies
wouldn't have wandered off.

Oh, ho... hold up.
You can't blame this shit on me.

Do you not see
the hair shirt I'm wearin'

like a mighty good Catholic?

I'm already workin' on my penance.

You need to fix this shit.

When Axel said you were friends,

it felt like serendipity.

Thank you for seeing us, Ephraim.

Anytime, Axel. How can I help you?

Uh, we are here about a case
of gross injustice

against both Black and white children.

Yes, it's the Husser children.

Hmm.

Husser... Husser...

Ah, yeah. Ebony and ivory.

Yes.

A-And these beautiful children

have been ripped from their home

because of a simple error.

So I'm pleading with you
to rectify this situation.

You know I respect you, Axel.

But I have too many of these families

coming into my courtroom.

I mean, those kind of people
should be sterilized.

What kind of people?

You know what I'm talking about.

Those white-trash parents
who are more interested

in living off the government's teat

instead of taking their own kids.

You know it's not the Black
folks working the system.

It's us.

Well, you see, Jenn and Bryce

aren't living off
the government's anything.

- You make me sick.
- Watch it.

You stand up there in your robe,
all high and mighty,

handing down judgment about
people you don't even know!

Trust me, those people,
I don't want to know.

That was a mistake.

Oh, God.
It hurts so bad, baby.

I feel like I can't breathe.

Oh! Ohh.

I just miss them so much.

Jenn, what are you doing?

You getting high right now?
Leave me alone, Bryce.

I just need not to feel like this, okay?

I just need it.

And I'm just gonna take half of one.

I'm not a pillhead,
I'm an alcoholic, so...

Drugs are not the answer, okay?

I've been there.

Ain't nothing good gonna come of it.

Well, if it makes me feel better,

then it's plenty good
and it is the answer.

Alright.

So I'm just supposed to sit here
with my thumb up my ass

while my wife becomes a junkie?

You're the junkie! Not me!

I am just coping.

Alright. You... You do
what you gotta do.

Oh, thanks for the permission, babe.

Aah!

Baby, baby!

Oh, my God. Let me see. Let me see.

Baby, let me see. Baby.

Yes!

What's good, ho?

Shit. Uh...

Uh, these are just birth-control pills.

It's okay, girl.

I know what your crew's up to.

You do?

I was the one who caught
the thief here last night

trying to steal Oxy.

He straight-up said it.

I might not have finished high school,

but I know what two plus two is.

And then that same thief said

he was dropping the pills off
at an auto shop.

The same auto shop where one
of our clients was murdered?

It was an accident!

We didn't mean for Bambi to die!

Bitch, you just copped
to droppin' a body.

Now you gotta tell me everything.

Shit!

I thought I made myself clear.

I don't want you and
your dirty nail kits

anywhere near here.

Whoa. Hey, we didn't come
to start no problems.

Believe me, I done made
enough people miserable today.

All I want to say is,
this is how it's gon' go.

You are gon' stop stepping
on her trade, and in exchange,

I'm gonna offer you a generous
weekly retainer.

Boom.

A payoff?

Get the hell out of here.

Don't you even want to know how much?

No. I want you gone. Both of you.

Permanently.

You're the reason why half this town

walkin' around like zombies.

- Wha...
- Hey, fruit man.

Gimme a Mango Surprise. Quick.

I got you, baby.

Verla?

You got $20 to pay for a fruit drink?

Wha...

Shit. You dealin'!

What the hell is in that drink?
Verla, what's in the drink?

Benzos.

And I'm not having anybody else
selling downers in my territory.

How about upping your game, then? Huh?

'Cause we got something that's
way stronger than them benzos

you can put in this fruit.

Are you trying to hustle me?

Nah! I'm trying to help you, brother.

Get your product from Sheray

and watch your profits skyrocket.

Mine sho'nuff did.

Trust.

Believe.

Receive.

Alright. You got yourself a deal.

Hook his ass up, Sheray.

You won't regret this.

Alright, smoothie king.

Let's talk terms.

Shit!

Desna! Desna!

Come on.

Ow, Mrs. Coombs! You're hurting me!

Oh, come on! I keep telling
your slow ass to keep the pace up!

I don't have all day to wait for you!

Don't you touch my brother!

You little Black bitches are
always trying to sass me.

Be gentle with the bottles.

Customers want pills, not dust.

Polly! Uh...

Girl!

I thought I would be back hours ago,

but I was busy being in jail.

Oh, my God. What happened?

The Baron and I tried
to get Jenn's kids back,

but the judge completely misinterpreted

my very posh passion for the poor

and disenfranchised
and tossed me in the pokey.

But thankfully, the dear Baron
bailed me out.

Ah, okay.

Why don't you relax
in the, um, pedi-loungers?

I'm fine. Being back in the joint,

if only for a couple of hours,

was actually kind of energizing.

But seriously,

y'all should've seen
the Baron and the judge.

I mean, it was so sweet.

He was fighting for Jenn's kids
like they were his own.

Hold up. Are you glowing?

I know, call me crazy, but...

I might be starting to see him
as an actual person,

and not just a mark.

So, what are you girls hiding?

- Hiding?
- Nothing.

I told her about the drugs. Virginia!

- And the murder.
- Girl!

We're gonna have to crochet
your mouth shut.

Chill, I'm in.

I'll be the most loyal bitch
your crew ever had.

Yeah, she true. I promise.

You promised Desna not to tell.

That's why this has to be
our little secret.

From Desna?
When has that ever worked out?

Girl.

Alright, look, I'm not gonna rat on you,

but you're gonna have to come clean.

If she finds out on her own,
it's gonna be worse

than when you told her you were
pregnant with Dean's baby.

Yeah, I'm not trying to get
choke-slammed again.

You're right. I'll... I'll tell her.

Girl!

Oh, my God.

He's got the stuff.

Clay must have spanked you hard
for you to be out here.

Nobody spanks me. Just wanted to see

all this danger you were talking about.

Like I'm making this shit up.

You are not the same dude

I was crushing hard on
when we were inside.

Did you say dude?

Where's the women that fought
off Monica Fourfingers

when she was beatin' me down
for a bottle of my CK One?

Wake me up when the bullets
start flying.

Ahh!

You know, you used to give
a shit about the little guy.

Now you just want all the coin.

- Screw the rest of us, right?
- Bullshit.

I'm just trying to survive
out here like everybody else.

All I'm asking is for you
to pull your weight.

Bryce, do you have any 8's?

Uh, no. Uh, go fish.

Read 'em and weep, as they say.

Oh!

Baby, I'm sor... Dean, I'm sorry.

We just...

This game's too hard for us.

We're having a... We can't focus.

- Thank you, though.
- Hey.

Hey.

Um, I saw Brienne and Baylor.

- You did?
- H-How?

Well, I saw them in a station wagon,

so I followed it to their foster home.

- And?
- W-What about the foster parents?

The girls, they're... They're okay.

Then why do you look upset?

It just brought back some bad memories.

Oh... Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Like when we lived with the Coombses?

- What? Goddamn it! Come on!
- Hey, baby. Baby.

I... I saw them with the mom.

- Baby, baby.
- Everything seemed fine.

I mean, I don't think you have
anything to worry about.

Except for Brienne and Baylor.

Dean!

Where exactly was this house?

Desna?

Ing at numbers?

Baylor!

There they are, there they are.

Baylor! I'm gonna get you!

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What are... What are you doing?
- I'm just...

I thought you said we're just
coming to see where they are.

I'm just gonna give them a quick kiss.

No, no. You heard the social worker.

She said if we screw up one more time...

Jennifer. Jennifer!

- My babies!
- Mommy!

That's my girls. Come here.

Well, it's just a kiss and a hug.

Are you gonna take us home?

I'll race you to the car.

It's a race! Let's go!

Okay, it's an abduction.
This is not... Okay.

Hi, Daddy!

Hey, sugarpops.

- Hey. Hi.
- Alright!

- Yeah.
- Buckle up.

What are we doing? What are we doing?

- Shut up and drive.
- Oh, oh.

Girls?

Girls!

Alright.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

Yeah, baby girl! Whoo!

Hit the top of the car.

Did you tell her about Georgia yet?

I'm working up to it.

You're making it worse by stalling.

You don't remember what it's like

to really be on her bad side.

Des is gonna kill me.

Probably, but if you tell her now,

she may only kill you once.

Just own that you
shouldn't have told Georgia

about Bambi's murder, pretty baby. Go!

Go!

Okay.

Okay.

- Whew.
- Okay, here we are.

- What the...
- There we go. Alright, there.

Have you lost your goddamn minds?!

Uh, hey, why don't you girls
go in the back

with Auntie Pol and Auntie Virginia?

Yeah, come on. We'll give
y'all little mani/pedis.

Yay!

And all the candy y'all want.

- Yay!
- Ooh!

That sounds good.

I did not tell y'all
where those kids were

for y'all to kidnap them.

Y'all know how serious this is?

It was like we didn't have any choice.

Yeah, it was like,
uh... it was all a blur.

Des, I felt like I was in a dream.

Stop making excuses!

- What?
- That's all you've been doing.

I know I wanted you
to come deal with Bambi,

but you agreed to do it.

Own your shit!

You make your own decisions.

Ain't nobody making you do nothing.

And this one right here...

is gonna land you straight in prison.

You know better.

- Shit!
- Oh, sweet tea, mother of God.

There's a manhunt for us.

You gonna own this, Jennifer?

Are you?!

Here.

Oh, shit.

I think my friends just kidnapped

their kids from foster care.

I get that.

Me too, actually.

I'd lay my life down
for this little one.

I may have been unfair to you earlier.

You see this missing-child alert?

- What'd my Bryce get into now?
- It's on us, Clay.

If I hadn't screwed up,

those kids would still be with us now.

Uh, we have business, y'all.

I don't have time for that.
This is... This is our fault.

I gotta fix it
and save my dumb-ass nephew.

Y... I'll deal with her.

Thanks.

Who the hell was that?

Shot me right in the ass!

Alright, uh, just, uh, get on
I-10 and... and head west.

We can be in Mexico by tomorrow night.

- Okay.
- Can we

please stay at a hotel
that has room service?

Sweetpea, you can have
anything you want.

Andale!

Can you smell the freedom
in this Mexican air?

Been six months and not a peep
from the po-po.

- We got our girls.
- Ah.

Babies, do y'all want
churros for breakfast?

Oh, shit, the police. What do we do?

Get the girls. I'll handle this.

Go!

Okay, ducklets. We're here.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

- Please, Mama.
- Unh-unh.

Please don't make us go back.

No whining. Daddy, please.

Hey, hey, hey. Listen, now. Listen.

I need you to listen up tight
to Mama, alright?

Now, me and Daddy Bryce made a mistake

when we grabbed you
from the foster home, okay?

We just love you so much, and we...

We just got overwhelmed,
and we shouldn't have done it.

The... The thing is, is...

if we want to be with you little
nuggets in the long run, um...

y-you know, w-we got to deal
with a few things first.

Yeah. Ugh, your mama's allergies.

Um, so...

We're gonna take y'all
on a little adventure.

Okay? Who loves adventure?

- I do. Come on.
- Yeah? Come on!

Let's do it.

Jenn! Bryce!

Clay Husser, what are you doing here?

Well, I couldn't let you take
the rap for bein' good parents

and wantin' to be with your babies.

W-What do you mean?

He felt bad about your kids
being taken away.

So I borrowed the car
and I snatched 'em back.

No, you didn't.

Uncle Daddy, I knew we shouldn't
have let you borrow that van.

- What?
- Girls, cover your ears.

Goddamn it, Clay!

Now everybody's gonna think
we kidnapped our own kids

because that
missing-child alert went out

with our van's info on it.

Wait, what... What's going on?

Hey, boy, just shut up, alright?

Seriously? You still don't get it?

Just let me take the heat.

Aah! Whoa, boy, I'm bleeding
from my backside!

Come on, now. Aah!
I'm bleeding, alright.

Aww!

- Alright.
- Oh, kisses too. Okay.

Alright, alright.
Come on, girls, let's go.

Alright.

Come on, baby.

Okay.

At'd you do this time?

Oh, gosh. What a day.

I need y'all to, uh, make me
some promises...

One promise each, yeah?

Brienne, I need you to promise
to stop growing.

Alright? You're far too tall.

That's effective immediately. Over.

And, Baylor, I need you to promise me

that if you're gonna eat
your boogers, okay,

that you do it privately.

Like a little sneak attack,
maybe, would be better.

- Hey, babe.
- Alright.

What's he doing here?

Uh, I called around till I found him.

Where'd you... Called where?

Every cruise line in the Gulf.

Your friend Ann filled me in.

You out here drinking again, Jenn?

No. I'm not. This was an honest mistake.

- Okay? You have to believe me.
- Hey.

Nobody feels worse about this than me.

Okay?

- You're gonna take her?
- Obviously.

Look, I know I haven't
raised her to this point,

but she is mine and I do love her.

Thank you.

And I know this is unexpected
and overwhelming,

and I have another favor to ask.

Can you take Baylor too?

You want me to take care
of somebody else's kid?

Well, think about it.
Bryce did it for you.

I mean, I know the circumstances

aren't exactly the same, but...

Please do not separate these girls.

I can't exactly keep Brienne
from her sister.

- Alright.
- Alright?

I'll do it.

Thank you, EJ. Thank you.

Alright.

Um, if it's okay with
Ms. Stiller and the judge,

um, you guys can stay with Black Daddy.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Baylor, you remember EJ, yeah?

Hey.

It's good to see you, too, Bryce.

We appreciate it.

Anytime, kid.

Alright, I'mma need
some squeezes. Alright?

Come on, bring it in.
Come on, come on, come on.

- Bring it in.
- You're gonna have the best time.

Ohh! Oh, don't squeeze so hard!

Ohh, my ribs! Ohh, you're killing me!

Oh, you're killing me!

Ohh! Ow!

Listen, so...

You were right.

True.

I was being selfish.

Also true.

I want to get out of Palmetto,

but I can't if I lose
the people I rely on.

Wow.

Clay getting shot in the ass
really did a number on you.

Point is, Cherry...

I'll pay the team what you asked for.

Word?

Word.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm good.

I mean, I'm... I'm carrying
around a lot,

but, you know, it ain't nothing new.

So, you want to talk to me about it?

Uh, talking is not what I need.

Mmm.

Alright, alright, now. Look at me.

Hey, look at me in my eyes.

I'm looking. What?

I know being the boss
ain't easy, shorty.

But I'm here for a reason.

More than one reason.

So, I'm just trying to do my part.

And you are doing your part.

In the streets and in them sheets.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I mean, yes, you are.

It's just a lot of shit you don't know.

So tell me.

It's a long story.

Baby, I got all the time in the world.

Oh, boy.

I can't believe

I'm about to tell you all of this.

Um, so...

I wasn't always a boss.

I started off laundering money

for this man named Clay.

It was a long time ago,

and he took me through a lot of shit.

But that's how I learned the game.

Hey, babe, you awake?

Yeah.

I can't just lie here.

I need some air.

You wanna come?

No, you go ahead.

Baby.

We're gonna get our kids back.

I promise.