Good Girls

Previously on "Good Girls"...

What's it say?

They said I took their stupid pen.

I don't know what you do,

but it doesn't come from painting nails.

This right here, crime jar.

- What is that? - Happy anniversary.

No. One of us has to be good!

Why?

Before we get started, I wanted to introduce you

to Lila.

I'll see you at home.

- Pack up your desk. - No.

I'll tell them how you promote using only your vagina.

So what are we gonna do here?

Gain back his trust.

Pay someone else to blow his brains out?

- A professional. - Max has that cousin.

- He's a former Navy SEAL. He'll do it.

Third one this month out of Detroit.

Car paint?

Or nail polish.

It's a woman.

I feel stunning

And entrancing

Feel like running

Guess what I did this weekend.

Not a spray tan.

I'm allergic to the chemicals.

What's your hair's excuse?

So I called Gary in Terrorism

who knows Stephanie in Foreign Affairs.

You're not even listening.

Well, my weekend was way better.

I had him recall the nail polish.

Why?

Well, eventually, they'll need more, right?

And then we'll know.

- Who signed off on that? - Dave.

Wait, my Dave?

He just doesn't know it.

DL Dave?

You know he and I were, like...

- I know. - Like, all weekend.

All over. I mean, like, everywhere.

You think he ran into you by accident?

God, I love you.

Needed him busy.

By the way, what's his wife like?

Private sector.

Perky boobs.

What a waste.

Rite Aid, Walmart, Walgreens, Amazon, eBay.

I mean, there is a nail salon in Bloomfield Hills

selling them for $200 a bottle.

What? Did you try Sephora?

- Did you try Sephora? - I tried everything.

Dude, how can one nail polish color just suddenly be gone?

My manager says their wholesaler's out everywhere.

It's just weird.

Who would even want this butt-ass ugly color besides us?

- Exactly. - You guys...

We don't need it.

Well, it won't pass without that glow.

Then we don't make anymore.

Tell that to your boy.

He won't be here.

We have enough to hire Max's cousin.

And he's not "my boy."

A'ight. Let's dip.

We're rich!

- Not ours. - Whose is it?

Homeless, elderly, underserved youth,

whoever needs it the most, we'll give it to them.

Why?

Because that's what good people do.

You guys, go pee before school.

So who does this go to?

Tsunami survivors?

It's not right.

This is like "Below Deck."

It's just not you, okay?

They keep one guy up on the bridge overnight

to be a lookout.

Okay.

Why does it have to be me?

- You're the cop. - Maybe I'm asking you

to take a shift.

My ship has sailed, Stanley.

Well, then I guess nobody's gonna be watching

when the iceberg hits.

What?

We should focus.

Well, that's exactly how I studied in high school.

Well, if that worked, then we wouldn't be here.

On to geometry.

Sorry.

It's Josh. Dinner stuff.

You guys going out

for a bit of bangers and mash?

Perhaps some fish and chips?

He's cooking.

Well, reheating. Okay.

- How are you with theorems? - Super strong.

Real good. So, like, you know...

What do you guys... what are you guys into?

I don't know. Lots of stuff.

Yeah?

Yeah, like, what?

Books?

We have fun.

Like...

fun, fun?

Like crazy fun.

Well, that's the best kind.

Yeah, like, you know,

I-really-shouldn't-even-say kind of fun.

Dr. Cohen.

It'd be inappropriate.

But, of course, I'm not your patient.

They don't have sex.

How do you know?

He's a mouth-breather, and she's a light-sleeper,

so they keep separate places.

Okay. So?

For nine years.

Doesn't mean they're not getting nasty.

They take Egyptology together at Wayne State.

They're not getting nasty.

How are we even supposed to know what this guy looks like?

He'll find us.

- What'd you tell him? Look for the blind person,

or the D-bag?

Where is this guy?

Yeah...

Mrs. Boland.

Beth is fine.

Max got me up to speed on what y'all are looking for.

- Awesome. - Cool, cool.

And do you feel like it's something that you're...

capable of?

If I'm being totally honest here,

I might not have what it takes.

Really?

But you've done this kind of job before?

I work mainly with explosives.

That makes sense.

Car bombs, IEDs, pyrotechnics,

stuff that really, you know...

Leaves a mark.

Bingo.

From what Max said about your target,

he's not a guy who's so easy to get close to.

You're gonna need a sniper.

Well, where do we find one of those?

- I know a guy. Already got him up to speed.

Hold on a minute.

Max got you up to speed

so you could get another guy up to speed?

How many speeds are we looking at here?

He's who you want.

Who is "he"?

I have no idea.

He's that good.

Well, how do we find him?

He finds you.

Okay, we've got a bit of a problem

because we're in a time crunch.

We provide a service for the target...

That we are not currently able to provide, so...

So we need to...

neutralize our target before we become his target.

You want it done right, don't you?

Thumbs up, or thumbs down?

Thumb...

thumbs up?

Gonna need to see 'em.

Now put them up your asses

because this might take a hot minute.

And so when the song came out, I was like,

"Hello, Mr. Smith, I've been saying

'get jiggy wit it' since '91."

And when did it hit the clubs?

'95, earliest.

Guys, I have news.

Just got heads up from corporate.

We're not supposed to know, so act super surprised.

But we just won the Crystal Whale

for the Southeastern Michigan division.

Dope.

- Great job, everyone. Let's get back to work.

You got some nerve.

What's your problem now?

Every person on that floor busts their ass for this place.

They go to conferences, they chase every lead,

they work overtime, they never see their kids,

and for what? To get dressed up

and watch you collect some award

for co-signing their deals?

I told them to put your name on it.