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Oh, I'm Mrs. Diaz, all right.

Only the best for Mrs. Diaz.

Trash bags, gloves...

- the kind that... - I know which kind you like.

Gummy bears.

- Jacob. - Hi, Dad.

- Get out! Get out of here! - I will get my son.

Mr. Barron may be the more natural parent in this case.

Don't worry. Custody almost always goes to the mother.

Unless the mother is me

and the father is a manipulative psycho.

I am here for you.

I don't want you here for me.

We are separate people.

Rhonda Lashever.

Your former parole officer said that you, Ms. Raines,

might be willing to help me locate this man.

They will guarantee you get custody of Jacob.

All you have to do is give us his handle.

You're not saying goodbye.

I am.

Are you the philanthropist?

Don't say that out loud.

Oh, um, sorry.

Don't be sorry. Just don't do it.

I won't.

- You did. - Oh, right.

Um, I just mean I won't do it again.

I think this is everything you asked for.

Why are you sliding that under the bar?

I don't know. I-I thought...

It's an envelope.

There is nothing wrong with an envelope.

No one will arrest you for giving me an envelope.

No one will arrest me for holding an envelope.

The police won't suspect I did this?

Of course they will.

I-I-I don't want that.

Then don't have your wife killed.

After I walk out that door, there's no turning back.

She will be dead tomorrow.

Okay.

Um... that's what I want.

Are you sure you will be happier without her?

I'm sure.

I wouldn't make any more trouble for yourself.

You're burning the eggs.

What?

You're burning the eggs.

What?

Thanks. Sorry.

I was just thinking.

Me too.

Will you be mad if the judge says

I should go live with my dad?

I mean... I wouldn't be happy.

Would you come live in Myrtle Beach, too?

No.

If the judge says I should go with you,

where would we live?

I'm not sure yet.

- In a car? - No.

Then where?

It won't be in a car.

It'll be someplace nice and safe.

What will we do when we get there?

All the things.

Step over here, please.

Hold on just a second. Arms out to your side.

Can you take your belt off, please, ma'am?

Really? We know it's a belt, so...

Yeah, you're fine.

- Have a good day. - You, too.

I'll make sure Jacob calls you every week.

That's sweet. Very generous.

Very confident.

Well, way things went down last week,

I mean, yeah, I feel confident.

Good. You should.

I'm sure you'll get him.

But if I get him,

I'll also make sure he calls you every week.

Serious?

As long as you promise to pick up.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Feeling good? - No.

- How you feeling? - Medium.

Huh.

Holy shit.

I'm done.

What? Why?

All rise.

Okay. We are on record in 16CV1164,

Barron vs. Raines.

You may be seated.

Ms. Raines. Welcome back.

So, you do juvie and family court?

This is Danville. I do all the courts.

How long has it been? At least five years.

At least 15.

- Well, you look good. - You, too.

Okay, I have reviewed the recommendations

of the court-appointed mediator.

I understand Mr. Barron is gainfully employed

and wishes to assume full custody of his son.

- Yes. - Yes, Your Honor.

And I'm sure you know this, but my client wasn't aware

he even had a son until just a few weeks ago.

And why was he not aware?

Because Ms. Raines did not make him aware,

nor did her mother, Estelle Raines,

who has had custody of Jacob for the last few years

after she got a restraining order to make sure

that her daughter couldn't come within 1,000 feet of him.

Why did you keep the truth from his father?

Sean Barron has a history of drug use, dealing,

and drug-related violence.

Ms. Raines is and always has been concerned

for the child's welfare.

Ms. Raines has a page-turning history of her own.

And she has shown great reform.

As has Mr. Barron.

All right.

I do hereby grant full custody of Jacob Michael Raines

to his mother, Leticia Raines, effective immediately.

Are you kidding me?

I commend your reform

and your commitment to your son, Mr. Barron.

You will have two weeks visitation every summer

as well as every other national holiday until Jacob is 18.

That's all.

I don't know what I did right in there,

but I am not gonna question it.

Don't. I couldn't have gotten him without you.

Thank you.

I got to go, but, uh, congrats again.

Letty... good luck.

Hi.

I'm so nervous I'm doing a cake mix.

Is it done?

Yeah, it's done.

What happened?

He's mine.

What?

I got him.

Holy shit.

I know.

I worked hard on that kid.

I know.

I'm gonna work hard, too.

Good.

Um... so, should I pick him up from school?

What time does he get out?

I can pick him up.

Okay. Thanks.

I'll see you later.

We're sorry.

You have reached a number that is no longer in service.

How the hell did that happen?

I'm sorry?

Yeah, you're sorry.

You want to tell me what the fuck I missed in there?

I don't think you missed it, Sean.

The judge gave me custody.

- Why? - I don't know. Go ask him.

No. Something's wrong here.

Something has always been wrong here.

I did what I was supposed to do.

What people like you and me are supposed to do.

- I changed. - Really?

Because you have that same look in your eye you always had

when you were about to hit me.

You want to hit me? Go for it.

We're sorry.

You have reached a number that is no long...

We're sorry. You have reached...

Jesus Christ.

Letty. Been on pins and fucking needles.

I got Jacob.

Oh, thank God.

But I need your help with something else.

Okay, good timing. What's up?

Did they contact Javier yet?

- Who? - The FBI.

- I have no idea. - Where's that woman?

- That Lashever beast. - I have no idea where.

- But, I mean, she's based in Asheville, right? - Yeah.

- They arrested you at your old office. - Yes.

- Are you in Asheville now? - Yeah.

I'm not sure how long, but I doubt I'll be back tonight.

Can you put Jacob on?

Are you kidding me with this?

Can you please put him on?

It's your mother.

- Hello. - Hey, baby.

It's all over.

I know. So, where are you?

I'm not there. I know that and I'm sorry,

but I have to talk to Javier.

So, where is he?

I don't know, but I'll be back tomorrow.

How do you know you'll be back tomorrow

if you don't know where he is?

That's fair.

But I think you and I will be...

I think it'll be better if he's with us.

I agree.

You should find him. Here's Nana.

- This is not a good idea. - We don't know that yet.

Please, just try calling Javier again.

I've told you 100 times that I've called him 100 times.

He obviously burned his phone.

He does that a lot.

I don't have to fuck her, do I?

No, you just have to get a drink with her

and distract her so I can grab her phone.

How do you know she'll say yes?

Because she had a clear boner for you.

She did not.

Christian, she thumb fucked your mouth.

She spread that mayo around your face

like somebody yelled "money shot" on a porn set.

That was a sex thing?

Jesus, yes. It was a sex thing.

And she gave you her cell.

You're already, like, three dick pics behind.

She's probably waiting. Just call her.

How are you gonna get her phone?

You ask more questions than a 10-year-old.

Hit speaker.

Hello?

Hi, it's Christian.

Woodhill.

Hi.

Christian Woodhill. From the thing.

I know who you are, idiot. I arrested you.

Oh, right.

So, I was wondering if you wanted to, uh...

follow up.

On what?

Hello?

I'd like to... take you for a drink.

Are you in Asheville?

Yes.

You know Hooper and Charlie's?

Uh, all too well.

Can you get here soon?

I'm already a couple of drinks in.

See you in a few.

God, she's already at a bar.

Girl after our own hearts.

Can you text me her contact card?

W-Wait. You're gonna call her now?

Oh, my God, can you please just do what I say?

And hurry up and get changed.

I can't wear this?

So... I'm...

That's a very nice pantsuit.

Nordstrom Rack.

You like Nordstrom Rack?

I think I probably do.

You do.

Now, listen.

I want to be clear with you about something.

- Okay. - This is not a date.

- Okay. - This is work-related.

Absolutely.

But if we do sleep together, that's also work-related.

Oh.

So, uh... was it a store-wide sale?

What?

Your pantsuit at Nordstrom?

Nordstrom Rack.

Want to go on a cruise?

Uh, sure.

No, that was a test and the answer was, "No, Rhonda,

cruises are giant floating petri dishes,"

so... Fail.

Come here.

Where?

Toward my face.

Really? That's what you got?

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm bad at...

- This is hard. - What is?

Uh, finally sitting across from you

after all that buildup.

It's hard.

It is?

Very.

Hard.

Well, what are we gonna do about it?

I'm not sure this is a problem we can fix.

Think you might have to do it.

What do you want me to do about it exactly?

Whatever I tell you?

Ahh.

Can I have a preview?

First you're gonna get on your knees.

Do you have carpeting or do I need kneepads?

I'm kidding with you, Woodhill.

Oh.

Ahh.

BRB.

Potty break.

Nice work. Let's go.

I got what I needed.

I-I think... I-I actually might stay.

Yeah?

I mean, I'm gonna get laid.

Where are you going?

Probably better you don't know.

Are you gonna tell Javier the truth?

Are you kidding? He'll never speak to me again.

So, how you gonna stop him?

I don't know.

I'll figure it out when I get there.

- You always do. - Not always.

Welcome to The Atlantic Wilmington.

Thanks.

Wait, I have to finish my makeup.

Oh, of course, ma'am.

Could you just give me a second?

Oh, of course.

Welcome to The Atlantic Wilmington.

Are you checking in with us?

Sort of. I'm here to meet my husband.

He already checked in,

but I'm not sure which room he's in.

I can look that up for you.

What name is the reservation under?

Pereira.

Do you mind spelling that?

P-e-r...

e...

r-i-a.

Hmm.

I don't have anyone here by that name.

Are you sure that's how you spell it?

We just got married. I'm still learning it.

Do you know what? Try Santino.

Santino Pereira, or is this a new last name?

Can you... can you try it as a first name and a last name?

I'm confused.

Don't be. Just type it in.

There are no first or last name Santinos or Pereiras.

If you'll excuse me, I have to check in the next guests.

Look, I'm sorry. Here's the deal.

My husband and I have this thing

where every year on our anniversary,

he checks into a hotel under a different name,

and then I knock on his door and pretend

like I'm another guest staying at the hotel

who's been locked out of her room.

Why?

You know, like role playing.

Oh.

Fun.

Very. Only this year,

I've clearly forgotten the name.

Well, uh, shoot some more names at me.

Let's see if we can find a match.

Amazing. Thank you.

Uh, try Diaz.

I have a Mr. Diaz in room 434.

Great. Can you make me a key?

A key?

I thought the fantasy was

that you're a guest in some other room?

That's right. Thank you for reminding me.

Room 434?

434.

Can I help you?

I'm sorry. I must have the wrong room.

Well, who are you looking for?

Mr. Diaz.

Well, that's me. I-I'm Mr. Diaz.

I'm sorry. I'm looking for a different Mr. Diaz.

- You're not room service. - No.

Where's the fucking room service?

- Hi. - Hi.

What are you doing here?

I got Jacob.

Atlantic.

I called for my car... room 917.

- On its way, sir. - Thank you.

You are not coming with me. I have work to do.

- I'm just standing here. - Okay.

Full custody?

Yes. Sean has some visitation.

That's good.

How did this happen?

I guess custody usually goes to the mother, so...

Even you?

I know.

Congratulations.

Come with me.

- No. - We're a good team.

We are not a good team.

New car?

Yeah. It's... It's the same, but black.

Like my hair.

What?

This is the red wig.

The one you told me never to wear again.

I dyed it black.

I told you I wouldn't throw away an $8,000 wig.

You did.

Where are you going?

Somewhere you're not going.

Look, I didn't mean to say we're separate people.

We're not. I need you.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do, and Jacob needs you and you need us.

- I'm happy for you. - Then...

Please. Go and be happy.

Can I get my car, please?

- I thought you were done killing people. - I told you to go.

I thought you were done with this.

When did I say that? I never said that.

Whoever this person is, maybe they don't deserve to die.

- They do deserve to die. - How do you know that?

You don't ask for their stories anymore.

They... they volunteer their information.

Now, Letty...

Letty. Please.

Go away.

I stopped drinking, So you should stop killing.

You did not stop drinking.

I only drink wine.

That equals being sober for anybody else.

We need to talk about the chef thing.

What about the chef thing?

I mean, you can actually cook really well.

Professionally well.

Can you fit in this?

Can I fit in that? No.

- Try. - I'm not trying.

You're not putting a body in there?

I am.

Maybe yours.

You could be a real chef.

Get in.

They're all the same.

Just get the powdered ones.

I don't like the powdered ones.

There is a difference.

I don't know what to tell you.

You are not stealing that.

There's no one even here yet.

I am here.

Will you look at me?

Stop.

No.

Stop.

No.

Stop it.

I said stop it.

I am not your goddamn boyfriend.

I know.

Are you mad at me?

Stop it.

You seem really angry.

I am very angry.

Turn around.

Who was better?

What?

Who fucked you better? Me or Sean?

We're not a good team.

Go. I have to work.

Please don't.

Go.

Go!

Fine. Do it.

Go kill that person

and live with yourself by yourself.

Hi, Estelle.

Estelle.

Estelle. Come on.

Don't be that way.

What are you doing here, Sean?

I want you to tell me what kind of fucked-up shit

went down at the courtroom.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

And I'd like you to get off my porch.

Letty pulled something.

Sean, you need to get off my porch.

Fine. Just let me see Jacob.

Absolutely not.

He's my son. Just get Jacob.

You're not supposed to be here.

I am supposed to be here.

I'm supposed to be right here.

I'm his father.

I'm calling the cops.

Put that phone down, you bitch.

Shut your goddamn mouth!

Or I'll shut it for you.

He's my boy.

I know. And I'm sorry.

But that is my wife and that is my grandson inside,

and you will treat them with respect.

I just want to see him.

Is it summer?

What?

Is it a holiday?

No.

Then you don't get to see him.

So you can leave right now, or we can wait for the cops.

Where's Letty?

She ain't here.

Yeah, figures.

Whenever she does get here,

you tell her I was here for my son.

I'll be back for him.

It better be fuckin' Christmas.

What would you like?

Everything.

Hmm.

Will this work?

It's a start.

Rough day?

Well...

I tried to stop my hit man boyfriend

from getting caught at a hotel down the street

in a sting I helped set up

after cutting a deal with the FBI

so I could get my kid back.

Will this work?

It's a start.

Rough day?

Yeah. Wish I could tell you about it.

Well, it's kind of my job for you to tell me about it.

Not this.

Okay. You strike me as someone

who does just fine on their own.

Maybe.

Should I be okay with just fine?

My experience?

When you're with someone, they always try to change you.

And who wants to change, really?

I do.

We're all just who we are, I think.

But if there was some magical person

who could make us better,

I mean, they would've already done it, right?

No, no. Not here.

- Sorry. - Don't be.

Happens all the time.

Now what happens?

We go upstairs.

Three minutes, then pay the bill.

Then come to room 917.

Room 917, three minutes.

No. Three minutes, then pay the bill.

Then room 917.

What the hell are you doing?

I have to stop you.

You don't have to do anything.

Please!

There's something I have to tell you.

I sold you out.

To the FBI.

The man you just met is an undercover FBI agent,

and there are at least two more down there watching you.

If you get out of this elevator and go to that room,

they will bust in two seconds later and you'll be done.

What?

Letty, I know you now.

I know your lies. The FBI?

You're right, I'm an amazing liar,

but right now, I am telling you the truth!

Listen to me... we're over, done.

You need to leave me alone.

How else do you think I got Jacob?

It was never gonna happen in a million years,

and now he's mine.

I'm sorry.

What was I supposed to do?

So, let's just go.

No.

We are not good for each other.

I know.

You and Jacob are good for each other.

Maybe.

But I can't do it alone.

You will have to.

What are you doing?

If you don't want to be with me, that's fine,

but please don't walk in there and throw your life away.

Please.

Do not step off the elevator.

You been here all night?

Got in a couple of hours ago.

Key wasn't under the plant.

Yeah. I took it back inside.

I didn't want to risk Sean finding it

after he showed up yesterday.

What?

What did he want?

What do you think? Jacob.

So you better take that boy and disappear.

But he can't just show up.

When that man wants something,

he always gets it eventually.

So do I.

- Hey, baby. - Hi, mom.

I'm sorry I had to leave.

It's okay. I'm used to it.

Sean came here, and he was really mad.

Yeah. I'm sure he was.

But when I see him, I want it to be fun, okay?

For summer and the holidays.

Every other holiday.

Should we make a list of all the holidays

and choose which ones?

Sure.

But... otherwise, you're gonna be with me.

Where are we going?

Are you sure you want to take Jacob?

No.

Yes. I don't know.

If you're gonna raise a kid,

you have to be totally selfless

and that would be a good thing for you to try on.

He doesn't want to go with me.

He doesn't know what he wants.

Last week he wanted to be a product tester

at Piggly Wiggly.

It's your job to not care

if what's right for him isn't what he wants.

I don't even know how to start.

You just start.

He wakes up.

He can be a straight-up little shit in the morning.

It takes the will of the wolf

to get that boy out of his bed.

He's had all the vaccines.

He's always coming home with only one sock.

Don't know how, but just always make sure

you buy the exact same one

so you can match different pairs together

because it's fucking annoying.

He'll want different colors.

Don't do it. It's a trick.

He gives his lunch away if another kid is hungry,

so always make sure you pack him extra.

He thinks he likes sushi,

but he doesn't know what it is.

He needs time alone.

Like you.

So if you take him to a party or whatever,

just make sure you plan on that

or else he just shuts down.

Oh. He wet the bed until two years ago.

There haven't been any relapses,

but don't let your guard down just yet.

That should be enough to get started.

Oh, my God.

The rest is a lot harder than that.

But you can call me if you want.

Jacob, it's time to go.

I can't zip my backpack.

I was hoping you'd be here.

I'm here.

So am I.

What happened?

We need to go right now.

- Yeah. - Oh, thank God.

You found him.

I did.

You ready?

I'll get the rest of my things.

I'm gonna miss you, dude.

No, you're just never gonna wear pants

- around the house again. - Not true.

I'll wear pants when it's cold.

- Which one do you want? - Which one what?

- Which Range Rover? - Are you serious?

You said you wanted a Range Rover Sport

for Rob's Grasshoppers, for the VIP-service aspect.

I think I love you.

I think I love you, too.

Please, choose quickly. Silver or black?

Black.

But black is hotter in the summer.

Plus, you got to wash it more

- 'cause dirt shows on black. - Right. Silver.

But black's a little bit more VIP, right?

- I don't know. - Me neither.

Please, we really have to go.

Uh, just a sec.

Don't be a jerk to your mom, okay?

Okay. Can I sit in the front?

Sure.

As soon as Rob decides which car he wants.

It's between black and silver.

- Yes, it is. - There are pros and cons.

Silver.

- Why? - Because I said silver.

Yeah. You're right.

Silver.

Are you hungry?

Not really.

Yeah, me neither.

I bet Mom's hungry.

She's always hungry.

But she doesn't know it because she's sleeping.

It's good for her to sleep.

She drove all night. Two nights in a row.

- For you. - Yeah.

And for you.

She's very special.

- Don't you... - Yeah, she didn't want...

Do you take medication?

Do you take medication?

- No, ma'am. - You should.

Because I've already told you four times...

And when I start to speak, understand that you came to me

'cause something was not working right.

Oh, shit.

What?

He got away.

We'll find him.

Your mom hasn't always been there for you.

I know.

And you're choosing to trust her.

I'm proud of you for that.

Do you trust her?

I do trust her.

Even though she's not always honest?

She is always honest.

I don't mean with words. Words are easy.

Then what is she honest with?

With her actions. The way she lives her life.

Your genuine action will explain itself

and will explain your other genuine actions.

Your conformity explains nothing.

What?

A guy named Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that.

It reminds me of your mom.

I think I am hungry.

Yeah, me too.