Good Girls

Previously on "Good Girls"...

I think you could be something.

He's making money off our backs.

Yeah, and with our asses on the line.

Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for.

50/50. Do we have a deal or not?

Great.

They're counterfeiters. The paper's all totally legit,

but the bills are all in sequence.

How's it going with the sister?

They're after you, FBI.

- I love you. - So what happens next?

Stan is in a jail cell.

Because of us.

I'm out on leave.

Can't even get my old job back at the mall

6because they think I'm a felon.

Never again though, right?

Okay.

- What do you want? - Her.

Are you gonna arrest me?

Thanks for the coffee.

- Oh, my god, and then what? - Let's see how you do.

I made you something.

It's literally like nail-polish remover,

hydrogen peroxide, and bleach.

What's that thing I always tell you

when you make a big ol' mess?

- That I gotta clean it up. - All right, come on.

No more grown-up talk.

That's your problem. Take care of it.

He's not my problem.

Shut your mouth, bitch, okay, and just hand...

Go.

What do you say I call him now?

You still got odds.

We got a deal?

We can totally do this without him.

We're free.

It's a shock when someone dies.

The lights go out.

One last breath.

That's it.

The end.

So quick.

But it stays with you.

Wait, what color is that?

- Bubble Gum Bellini. - I wanted Kiss My Lips Pink.

But you said Bubble Gum Bellini.

B-R-B.

This person that you knew, or whatever...

they're just gone.

And it's so weird.

'Cause, like...

Did you ever know him at all?

Yeah, I didn't. He just worked for my mom.

She said get one of those sad cards.

On the back wall. To the right.

Between "Bat Mitzvah" and "Just Because."

That'll be 15 bucks.

All I got are ones.

Gracias.

Kiss My Ass Pink.

Mommy loves you.

Now be a good boy and go night-night, okay?

- Say goodnight to Au Jus. - Good night, Au Jus.

Good night.

Love you.

- Why don't you go home? - It's my turn.

I gotcha.

But you've been closing every night.

Go have dinner with your boyfriend.

He doesn't eat on Tuesdays. He does intermittent fasting.

- What's wrong with this one? - Serif on the S.

Lucy, it's perfect.

Well, just didn't feel right, so...

Well, it will all be here tomorrow.

Tomorrow we have that quinceañera.

Oh, my god. Go home.

Okay, I... will do this at home.

- Good night. - Good night!

It's freezing out here.

I'm about to slice up a horse and crawl in "Revenant" style.

Where you gonna find a horse?

Fine. A big dog.

- Or a hunting knife? - At this hour?

It's a good thing I'm also starving to death.

'Cause I'll use my teeth, and I'll eat my way in.

You'd never get through the rib cage.

Well, I wouldn't start there.

She's gonna eat some horse ass.

Least I'd be warm and full, bitch.

Let's do this.

Paper feels right.

What'd you do different this time?

- Scrabble tiles in the dryer. - On delicate?

Permanent press for thirty, air fluff for ten.

It's got that glow now too.

One part Sassy Apricot, two parts Creamsicle Sunset.

Mmm.

Mmm...

Is that a good "mmm" or a bad "mmm"?

Yeah, nuh-uh.

What do you mean "yeah, nuh-uh?"

- This ain't gonna fly. - Why not?

- Your Hamilton's whack. - Wha...

- Just test it in the machine. - Don't need to.

It would help if you could pinpoint what exactly is whack

- so we could make adjustments. - All right.

Check it. First up.

Your boy's bouffant is wildin' out.

What? Where?

Hairline's off about seventeen microns.

What program did you use this time?

You know... I don't know.

How do you not know?

It was Editor's Choice in MacWorld.

And what's going on here?

Looks like you got an extra shadow right there.

No, that... that is exactly his little thingy.

You trippin' if that's how you think

our founding father wears his cravat.

These are microscopic inconsistencies.

- It's close enough. - Okay, boo.

Close enough 'll get you ten to twenty in the state pen.

Can you please just put it in the machine?

- How long did this batch take? - Three weeks.

How many ones you shred?

Denied.

- Rome wasn't built in a day. - It burnt down in a night.

And I was like, Gwen, when we're talking about my child,

you do not wanna see my temper get away from me.

What did she say?

That it was a pre-existing condition.

But she would appeal

the decision with the powers that be.

Babe, I got us covered this month.

That's not the point, Stanley.

We shouldn't have to pay for meds.

We pay for insurance.

Hey.

Hey, Krystal.

Hey, how do I heat from frozen again?

Hit baked potato twice, and you wanna stir it in between.

Thanks, Stanimal.

Little Man at dance class today.

Come on now.

And he says he hates hip hop

and wants to do tap next year.

We worked so hard on that stanky leg.

Is that your kid?

That's Li'l Money right there.

- And that's Miss Sara. - She looks like you.

And he looks like you.

I just want to eat their little faces.

You know?

- So sweet. - Yeah.

I wanna have five kids.

I hope they look like that.

Here you go, baby.

- Bye. - See ya.

Bye.

Don't forget, we have to go to

that rummage sale at the church on Saturday.

- I told them that we would try... - Oops, you're right!

One more on baked potato.

Tried to tell you.

It's for our baby girl.

What do I hit for popcorn?

Popcorn.

Guys, socks and shoes. We're going to the park.

- I'm sick of the park. - My socks are dirty.

Mine too.

- Turn them inside out. - We already did that.

- Hey, you're home early. - Yeah, I snuck out on break.

I gotta get back. Here.

- Another blue envelope came. - Thanks, honey.

They're gonna take the house.

We just need to make a payment.

- It'll get 'em off our backs. - I'll ask for some more hours.

Can you sell some more hot tubs?

- It's spas. - Spas, sorry.

And coming up at five,

channel four's own Kristi Dooling joins the FBI

on a dangerous raid, as they continue their mission

to clean up gang activity on the Eastside...

- You guys, now, come on. - Mom!

- Hey! - Now in the car.

I think they've officially OD'd on the park.

Well...

it's free.

So he would cry every time the ball hit his foot,

and I was like...

"Sweetie, it's okay.

It's soccer, it's supposed to do that."

He's my hero.

So there's an opening on the team.

Oh, my god.

I could talk to Coach Freddy.

You don't have to do that.