The first 200 lines.
Previously on "Good Girls..."
Did you remove a pen cap from the evidence locker?
- I failed. - It's over.
I tried to seduce my therapist.
- He straight-up rejected me. - You've missed two sessions.
- There's no point, okay? - I made it weird.
If you don't come back,
I've got to fill your spot.
There's been a bit of a snafu.
- You don't say. - What if I made it up to you?
Not him but you.
That'd be a huge order.
You draw it?
We make an engraver's plate and print it all on site.
Cool.
You cannot finish that plate.
- He said he'd let me go... - He won't.
Wait, you need us. You need all of us.
Not all of you.
- Have you heard from Lucy? - I'm sure she's fine.
What is it?
Her and the boyfriend.
So happy.
Little do they know.
We're just torturing ourselves.
Why did you take all this?
I couldn't leave it there.
- Why not? - Her phone was ringing.
Someone would notice something horrible happened.
Something horrible did happen.
And we just stood there and watched.
I didn't watch.
Honestly, neither did I.
I did.
Saw the whole thing.
Annie.
It could've been us.
She never even used this.
What are we gonna do?
Print.
Mommy, where are you?
Here.
Something happened with Dorito!
- Oh, my God, what? - He can sing!
- No way. - Wow.
Neato.
Let me just drop my bag.
Uh, Dorothy wants to see you.
- Oh, Dorothy's here? - In the back.
Is everything okay?
She's the one who saw her last.
I wouldn't say we're best friends, exactly.
Lucy would.
- Sisters more like. - Mmm.
She's just the sweetest little thing.
I wish there was something I could do.
You could head our media coverage.
- Consider it done. - Like, start a hotline.
I could print beautiful posters.
Oh, do they still do those adorable pictures
- on milk cartons? - Okay...
Who will lead the air search, Officer?
Pump the brakes, folks.
We really can't do much till it's been 72 hours.
Now where'd you last see her?
We worked together the other night.
- Anything unusual? - No.
I left, and she stayed and locked up.
Well, no more of that.
What do you mean?
Well, I'm closing early till we get some answers.
Well, how will we work nights?
We're not, sweetie.
Mm.
What about everything that was in her fridge
or, like, her laundry that was in the dryer.
I mean, does someone fold that now,
or does it all just end up in trash bag out on the curb?
Well, how are you all related again?
She was someone my sister worked with.
I meant Gregg and Nancy.
- I wrecked their marriage. - Ah, that's right.
And what about, like,
her Instagram?
Or any of her social media?
Just frozen in time now like those clocks at Chernobyl.
She had this lipstick.
She never even opened it.
Like, it was from France or something.
I mean it must've cost her like half her paycheck.
You know?
It's like a Cinderella level lip scenario.
You can tell that she thought
she was really going somewhere special with it,
but instead she just went poof.
- Can I ask you something? - Please.
- Are you wearing perfume? - Excuse me?
I'm smelling something floral.
Uh...
From the moment you sat down...
I don't wear perfume.
- Body wash? - Just plain soap.
Hm.
So I guess what I really want to know is...
When do I stop seeing it in my brain?
Any lotions or fabric softeners?
Are you being serious?
Sometimes the boxes for scented and unscented
look the same.
Someone died.
I wanna help you.
Thank you.
For that to work, I need complete and total honesty.
- Okay. - Let's start over.
Great.
Are you wearing perfume?
- It's not fair! - That's how you play.
Last game.
Heads hit pillows in ten.
Uno!
- Uh, you got two cards. - So?
"Uno" means one, dummy.
Remember when we thought the age difference
would help them get along?
My suspension is up for review.
How?
Uh, maybe with Turner gone, the D.A. doesn't have enough.
So what's it mean?
They might give me my badge back.
Do you want it back?
You're gonna be a cop again, Daddy?
Well, they gotta talk to Mommy and me about it first.
Why do they wanna talk to me?
- Not about egg roll. - Then what's it about?
- Mm-mm-mm. - Making me look good.
All right, chop chop.
I don't have it.
- Really? - Again?
I don't know what to say.
I don't have it.
She was a good person.
Seemed like a really sweet girl.
- You didn't have to do it. - Kinda did.
She never would've said anything.
Rotten egg's a rotten egg.
It's just business, darling.
Well, now you've screwed your entire enterprise.
- Oh yeah? - How's that?
Her boyfriend,
who is also a very good person, by the way...
is beside himself and has called the cops.
Mmm.
Yeah.
And he's got the woman who owns this place so freaked out
she's got it on lockdown, so...
great job, Mr. CFO!
So who's the boyfriend?
Why?
'Cause he's gonna need an address.
No.
We gotta get back up and running.
I got my own debts to pay, all right?
No!
Oh, you still think you get a say in this, huh?
Nah, see that ship sailed when you put three slugs in me.
This is your fault!
You, me, we?
It's just business.
I'll print.
- But what happened? - I thought you were on lockdown?
I'll find a way.
Gee, thanks.
That'll make it easier on everybody.
- Are you sure this is hers? - It was in her purse.
- One, two, three, four? - Nope.
- What's her birthday? - I have no idea.
Four, three, two, one.
- What's Au Jus's birthday? - Oh, like I'd know that.
And I'm locked out again.
What were you gonna text him anyway?
I don't know, like,
"I need space, and so I left town."
Oh, like a "Eat Pray Love" situation?
- Ooh, that's good. - I'm mean, it's, like...
It's like he's been smothering me and loving me too hard
and maybe I wanna buy my own tampons for a change.
- Hey, hold up. - He's buying you tampons now?
- Not me. - Lucy.
She's gonna dump his ass
so he calls off the cops before they go all CSI.
- It's kinda harsh. - Yeah, better than kinda dead.
I'm sorry, why did you think
we were trying to break in to the phone?
For everything you guys just said,
just I thought we were gonna slide into his DMs.
Oh, hello!
What's the boyfriend's birthday?
How would I know that?
- Don't you wanna ask the bird? - Okay.
I'm just trying to be a team player
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