Claws

Previously on "Claws"...

"I would like to bequeath the remainder

of my fortune to Polly Marks."

So let's have a baby together.

Yes. Yeah.

Baylor, you remember EJ.

You guys can stay with Black Daddy.

-Okay. -Okay.

You filthy betraying bitch, get the hell out!

I think Georgia's been stealing our pills and selling them.

You know loyalty doesn't just mean bringing me a problem.

You brought that little bitch in here,

and you got to see her out.

You know what your problem is? Well, you gonna tell me!

You will never succeed, Jennifer, being soft!

You want to be everybody's friend?

Or you want to be a gangster?

We've had our eye on Desna Simms and Clay Husser

for quite a while now.

You have to promise me immunity and witness protection.

100%.

So, let's do this.

Hey, Tony.

I'm sorry --

What the hell, Virginia?!

Ahh!

No one is killing no one.

Do you love me?!

Dr. Ken: You're lucky.

Looks like the bullet went clean through.

Oh, thank Jesus Jim Caviezel.

Bryce: Oh, good, I thought that was the big one.

I'm serious when I tell you this is the last thing

I'll do for you. Shh!

I am done with crime for good.

I get it. Just hurry up.

Yeah, hurry up. And remember that --

That's real flesh and nerve endings in there, okay?

Pol, how you comin' with that note?

Okay.

Okay. I think I'm done.

Y'all, this might be my best forgery yet.

It's complete with spelling errors and hillbilly-isms.

I-I can't believe he's dead.

"My time yonder on this here beautiful swamp

is drawing to an end.

It is with deepest regret that I confess

I done killed the postal worker, and I can't live with myself

no more on account of my deep and abiding faith.

My big ol' Dixie heart's breakin'

that I must bid you all adieu."

What y'all think?

I-I-I don't think Clay would ever use the word "adieu,"

but other than that, I think it's great.

Now we just gotta get his fingerprints on that note,

plant the gun, and call the police hotline.

Jennifer: Shit. Des, you think this is really gonna work?

I think it'll buy us some time,

but shit has definitely changed.

And now I got a assload of work to do for our escape.

I'm nervous as a long-tail cat in a room

full of rocking chairs. Why?

Look, I know Desna has gone MIA

and told us it's better we don't know details,

but how is she gonna pay for it all?

Pol, I thought you had the money in the bag

'cause the Baron's dead.

No!

His tightwad lawyers won't release the money to me.

Oh, Lord.

You know what?

Des will find a way.

Her Black ass always does.

Hell, it -- it ain't' the first time

she's been in a shit storm and gotten out.

Oh. Okay.

You're under arrest for money laundering and fraud.

I'm what? I'm -- You have the right to remain silent.

What?

I know what you're trying to do.

Aah!

Wake your ass up.

Look at this shit.

They left us here to die.

You know you just killed a cop.

A dead cop is the least of your worries right now, Desna Simms.

She does seem to have nine lives.

This is so depressing.

Just can't believe y'all are leaving me here.

I mean, I know you don't have a choice, but still...

Girl, you know it's only a matter of time

before the feds come down on your ass.

Why are you not coming with us?!

Pol, because I can't leave Brienne and Baylor.

Oh, my God. That one's Brienne, that one's Baylor.

Yeah, I know!

Listen, that's not important.

This is the important part.

I promise I will never turn on y'all.

How are we supposed to do this crew without you, though?

I don't know.

When we were good, we were so good.

Desna: All those years of being passed over, lowballed,

taken for granted are over.

Y'all are the baddest bitches in Palmetto.

Together: Br-br-br-br-br-br-ah!

But let me find out that I have been replaced

by another white-trash ho.

Oh, you are the only white-trash ho that I will ever love.

Whenever I see some Velveeta cheese or some Miracle Whip,

I'm gonna be thinking about you.

Well, that's the nicest thing you ever said to me, Pol.

Oh, my gosh! What?

We are truly blessed... Pol!

...by St. Julie Andrews!

What?! The Baron's inheritance came through!

Oh!

Yes! I have access to his offshore accounts.

Oh, my gosh.

We are setting sail for the life of leisure, finally.

Hey, Ann, you're here.

We weren't sure you'd come to enemy territory.

She's not here, right? No, no!

She's down at the docks doing illegal stuff.

Sounds about right.Okay.

You have to focus on just one thing --

This little baby.

Let's get that shitsquib turned.

I keep thinking there has to be some other way.

Well, there ain't.

Happy endings are for massage parlors.

If Tony was undercover, we're all in the net.

Besides, sweetie, you murdered Georgia.

Don't you want to be free from that?

Yeah, you right. Yeah.

And more importantly,

does Lilly Pulitzer work in La Habana?

Isn't that WASPy shit your thing?

Yeah, but, you know,

I can afford to switch things up.

Oh. What are you thinking?

Well, I was thinking about going very Celia Cruz.

You know, with the rumba dresses, you know?

And the big frills and the colors.

Yeah. Think classic rumbera.

I could do that. Come here.

Oh.

Don't you ever stop appropriatin', Polly-Pol.

iAzúcar!

IAzúcar!

I was like, "I can't upgrade you for a fart."

Well, that's what I know.

But when he keeled over and died,

I gave her 1C and four hot cookies.

You are so wrong.

Um, give me about five minutes.

I'll get you under this light, and then I'll hit them hooves.

Okay. Alright?

Hi, baby. Hey.

Just came to see how you're feeling about everything.

Oh, you know, it's like a broke-down Judy Blume book.

My best friend's leaving town, and I don't know what to do.

You okay?

You wanna go have a quick one in the supply closet?

Always... Yeah.

...but, um, I've been thinking about Desna's plan.

I think we should go.

To Cuba.

And what about our children?

We take care of it when we get there.

I mean, there's gotta be a way.

And in the meantime, we know EJ's doing a great job.

Shit sticks, Bryce -- are you out of your goddamn mind?

I'm not gonna leave my kids so that I can be a fugitive.

If we don't leave, the feds are coming for us.

No, they're not. They're gonna come after Des.

That'll spread to you, and you know it.

I killed a man.

Well, that's not the first spot of blood on your hands.

If they are really building a case -- okay? --

We are on the front page.

The pain clinic, Fentanyl, Roller, Tony...

I made a list,

and it is long, hon.

You want our kids to visit us in jail?

Is that what you want?

You know, that would truly be a Judy Blume book.

"Are You There, God? It's Me, Brienne and Baylor."

Hmm? I ain't doing it.

Jenn --I'm not leaving my kids,

end of story.

Oh, the -- the supply closet's off the table now.

Oh, I can't breathe.

The baby's literally crushing me.

That is actually a good sign.

Oh, God, what?

This is a combination of two methods that --