Good Behavior

I want to see Jacob.

You're violating your restraining order

just standing there.

I have this thing going with my mom.

I give her $1,000,

and she lets me spend a day with him.

This isn't my dad. - I know he didn't die in the war.

How'd you know that? You're not sad about him.

Letty-Betty-bo-Betty! Mm!

Rob McDaniels? He's my age.

When I want to get high,

the only thing to replace that need

is doing other crazy shit.

So like an hour ago, I stole a $20,000 ring.

All I asked you to do was not fuck my husband.

Jesus. Letty. Wait.

If you don't tell her, I will.

Letty, - I would love you to join us

for a family dinner we're having next week.

I'd love to. Great.

Your beloved son is a contract killer.

You were a killer at 16, and you're a killer now.

You're evil.

Go. Take the car. I don't need it.

I will.

And I'll take you.

Are you in there?

Are you in there?

Myrtle Beach Hardbodies.

We make you hard!

Are you okay?

What are you doing?

You haven't eaten in two days.

There's a breakfast place across the street.

Woman: Party of three, your table's ready.

You also haven't said anything in two days.

Your father is evil.

He's the fucking devil, not you.

Hello.

Mom?

What number is this?

What?

Wait. I-I can't hear you.

Hold on.

I'll be right back.

Please don't kill yourself.

Mom, Mom, Mom. Slow down.

Is Jacob okay?

Okay.

I don't know. Somewhere in Georgia.

How much do you need?

Okay. I'll...

Okay, bye.

Fuck!

Letty: What can I get you?

I'm taking your order.

Go with it.

Country omelette.

Come on, girl. What is the holdup?

Sir, I have seven tables.

I'll get you your change

as soon as I deliver this food to that table.

Hey, you need some help?

Oh, God, yes.

Thank you! Did you just start?

I trained yesterday.

Do you want me to run that asshole's check?

Yes. It's the first one on the left pocket.

Got it. - What's your register code?

1261.

Thank you.

Keep the tip.

All 50 cents?

I needed cash to bail my mom out of jail.

Breakfast is to go.

Letty: I mapped it. It's like four hours.

Do you want me to drive?

What'd she do to get in jail?

Oh, now you want to talk.

No, I want you to talk.

I have no idea what she did to get in jail.

Usually, she's the one bailing me out,

so I'm kind of loving this.

Are you seriously not gonna talk?

Because nobody likes a sad hit man.

And how many times have you worn that dress now?

Still fits, bitch.

Thanks. - Uh-huh.

We were on the way to our wedding.

I can see that.

Guess my invitation got lost in the mail.

Well, there's the restraining order.

A-And, also, I don't feel you've been very supportive

of my relationship with Rob.

Where's Jacob?

Tiffany's. Why is he at Tiffany's?

I am not bailing you out

until you tell me exactly what happened.

Seriously?

You're holding me hostage?

Now you know how it feels.

I was getting dressed to go to The Happy Cue for the wedding...

Isn't that where you got married last time?

Yeah. You weren't there.

In fact, I think you were right over there.

Or was it that one?

Are you done?

'Cause I am seriously not moving

until you tell me what happened.

Rob proposed last week.

It was all very last-minute.

I was a little nervous,

so I pre-gamed it with a few glasses of Korbel,

and Rob couldn't drive because he was still drunk

from his bachelor party.

So, we're halfway to the Cue,

and we get pulled over by that idiot Samuelson.

Remember him? - Yeah, I remember.

So you got a D.U.I.?

I got somewhat of a D.U.I.

Where was Jacob?

What was I supposed to do, leave him home alone?

Jacob was in the car? Jesus.

Which one of us should have the restraining order?

Look how much you love saying that.

I do.

Well, Jacob is just fine.

Can we go now?

You take good care now, Estelle.

Thanks, Joyce. Tell Roger I said hey.

Will do.

Bye, Letty.

Bye, Joyce.

Baby.

Baby, I'm so sorry, baby.

I should've been the one driving,

but the boys got me doing shots, and you know I'm...

You fucked up.

I fucked up.

Completely ruined our wedding day.

Look at me.

Look at me. Hey.

We are still getting married, all right?

You are still gonna be Mrs. Robert Jake McDaniels Jr.

Your middle name is Jake?

Yeah. Oh, hey, Letty.

Thanks for bailing us out.

Oh, my God.

I just realized you're gonna be my stepdaughter.

Get me out of this dress.

Don't have to ask me twice.

- Rob. - What?

I meant like I want to go home and get out of this dress.

That was the meaning of that sentence.

We're going to Tiffany's first to pick up Jacob.

No, we're not.

I need to get out of this dress,

and I obviously need to remind you of the thousand feet.

I just bailed your ass out of jail,

so today we're going to fuck the thousand feet.

- Javier! - Hi, Rob.

Love the Range Rover Sport.

I been thinking about getting one for Rob's Grasshoppers,

for like, the VIP-service aspect.

Do you like it?

That is one sad sight.

I know.

Look, I'm sorry about all this.

You're still with the hottie?

Yeah, I'm kind of in a rush, Tiff.

Can you go get Jacob?

Look, I'm not trying to be a judgy bitch...

Then don't be.

I love you, you know that,

but this is the second time in two weeks

I've had to pick up Jacob from the authorities.