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Previously, on "Good Girls"...
Did you come to steal my baby like you stole my husband?
We can do this. Let's meet this little guy.
- Are you in love with your ex? - Kind of.
So do I even have a shot here?
How's it going with the sister?
I'm out of the friend zone.
- Already? - Yeah.
- You didn't tell him yet? - Tell me what?
We're partners now.
What's homeboy look like?
That's him.
- - Can you guys kill him or not?
Half up front, the rest after we dust him.
Oh, my God!
Oh, no, no, no!
First thing that you did was to check on your money.
He left me, and he took my kids.
It'll be worse for him
when they find out he took the pen cap.
So you let me know how you want to play it.
You took this from my house while my daughter was missing.
Are you gonna give it to him?
No.
I would never even think about it.
Did you remove a pen cap from the evidence locker?
I did not. I failed.
Like, inconclusive or...
Capital "F". Failed.
Feds, they opened up an IA deal or whatever.
- I have literally no idea... - Internal Affairs, okay?
They investigate dirty cops.
You might want to pack up an umbrella today.
I'm done.
- You quit? - You get them up.
- I'm so over it. -
You pull the covers off?
"Covers"? I threw water in their faces.
There's a full-on insubordination at this point.
And then when we're 30 minutes late for drop-off,
- who's gonna get the call? - You get the call.
- I get the call. - All right, I got this.
Drink that.
Thank you.
[playing Bach's Toccata and Fugue]
- Oh, that's nasty. - Right?
Daddy!
Stop it, Daddy!
You're gonna give us nightmares.
Then don't be sleeping.
Okay, cereal's on the table.
- I want hotcakes. - Hotcakes?
You must still be dreaming if you think
you're gonna get hotcakes.
You expecting somebody?
- No. - Hmm.
You need a haircut, buddy.
Morning.
Morning, all.
- Mind if we come in? - What's going on?
- What's up, Mike? - You guys go get dressed.
What's happening?
You mind if we not do this in front of them?
I need you to turn around, buddy.
Let's just talk about this, okay?
Mm-mm, been there, done that.
You have the right to remain silent.
- I know the drill, Mike. - Go to your rooms.
Hey, hey, listen.
Listen to your mommy, okay? Daddy's gonna be fine, okay?
You go to school and I'm gonna call you when I can, okay?
This didn't have to happen.
[woman singing in foreign language]
[children repeating singing in foreign language]
- Hey, Mommy! - We're making panca...
You can't just take them away.
Is this where you meet?
Who says that?
"Mommy's friend with the drawings on his neck."
[children chattering, laughing]
I keep them far away.
Jane says he's got a little boy about her age.
What do you want?
I want you done.
It's not that simple.
I want my family safe.
How do you think we pay for things?
- Who cares? - We could lose our house.
- So we'll get an apartment. - With four children?
Probably sleep better.
It's not just the house, Dean.
It's braces, it's college,
it's the clothes on their backs.
At least the park would be a park again.
Wait! Will you just wait?
What about Emma's birthday?
We're doing it at my mom's.
Kids would love to see you.
Pajamas? It's almost lunch.
Gee, thanks for the update, Father Time.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Great, come on in.
Um...
I just wanted to say thank you
for delivering my son.
Starbucks. You shouldn't have.
Look, it'd be weird if I got you, like,
a tennis bracelet or a massage or...
I just didn't want to be creepy.
So you went with what you get
your postman on Christmas.
Everybody loves a latte.
Hey, um, thanks so much
for putting absolutely no thought into this.
I have to get to work, so maybe we could talk another time.
Hey, where are my pants?
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm Noah.
He's my friend.
I've heard really great things about you.
Um...
you move fast.
I work with him.
Of course you do.
He's my boss.
Ah, of course he is.
Well, enjoy your lattes.
Next.
Hey, how you doing?
Well, look who it is.
Can we just do this?
I knew you'd be back.
How much this time?
- 35. - Hundred?
Thousand.
Do I look like a genie to you?
I've brought my pay stubs.
For $500.
So?
So you must be tripping, girl.
Your wish is denied.
Next.
I am in real trouble, okay?
Well, you wouldn't be here if you weren't.
I need to post bail.
Aww, bunny. For who?
My husband.
Mm-hmm.
What's that?
What's what?
"Mm-hmm."
I'm just wondering how it feels.
How what feels?
Being no better than the rest of us.
Next.
There's no security.
It's basically just him, the safe,
and his bitch-ass judgment.
What if he recognizes you?
I'll drive getaway.
Isn't he behind glass?
We wait till it closes, he comes out to lock up.
You hold the gun, B hits the safe.
We're gonna need new masks.
My treat.
- Can I pick them? - Sure.
Then I'm down.
I'm gonna lose my kids.
Stan is in a jail cell.
- Because of us. - I just need to get him out.
I know.
I mean, how else am I gonna get the money?
I need 35 grand.
Yeah, I'm not Merril Lynch.
Well, then can I get some fake cash
so I can move cars?
Uh, how's my cut coming?
[moody pop music playing through speakers]
- Slow. - And why's that?
You know why.
So those stoner kids didn't feel bad
and put all your money back?
You'll get your cut.
And when you do, you'll get more money.
That's how this all works.
You know what would be so nice?
Hmm?
Is if you gave me a break
just once.
Rough week?
My husband took my children.
I know it's lonely at the top.
Will you set her up for me.
On my tab, please.
I'll have another.
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