Claws

Previously, on "Claws"...

Just 'cause you and desna aren't talking

doesn't mean you can't patch it up.

I don't want anything to do with desna.

You know that.

You been talking to this bitch behind my back?!

Either you're on her team or you on mine.

That new landlord's jacking up the rent.

You know, I'm ready to step up now that roller is gone.

We got the clinic license. Clay husser needs it.

We gonna pass this rent hike on to him.

I ain't payin' you a nickel more for that license.

Then you can find somewhere else to launder your money.

Desna: If uncle daddy can sell oxy, so can we.

If Clay finds out about this, he's gonna kill us all!

I'll wash your money for you.

Why should I give you a job?

I know who stole your pills.

Run up on me, asshole! I dare you.

- You stole my pills! - You tried to screw me over,

and I flat out wasn't having that.

Where the hell's my shit?!

It don't matter 'cause your ass

ain't never gonna find it anyway.

Let me tell you something about wars. They got casualties.

You prepared for that? You ain't gonna kill me.

Why the hell not?!

'Cause either one of you kill each other,

you know who the cops are gonna step to first?

Because I got a little something called a pain clinic license.

I die... no more license.

And you outta business.

You're gonna so wish you never crossed me.

You hear me? I'MMA get my drugs back.

If I were you, I'd keep my head on a goddamn swivel.

You ain't gonna find shit!

This is a new low for you.

But I do kind of love the idea of you

Taking orders from this dumb hillbilly.

You might as well be his maid.

Better than some psycho, self-centered wife-killer.

I feel so sorry for you.

Ann, you all sorts of confused.

You know good and goddamn well I didn't kill your wife.

Poor baby's gonna have a batshit crazy mama.

Well, at least I can have a kid.

Instead of some pretend mama to a grown-ass man

and some misfit women.

At least I got one of 'em off my tit.

Looks like uncle daddy was a little more than pissed

when you flat-out admitted to stealing the drugs.

Oh, it's pretty clear.

We are at war with uncle daddy and Ann.

But truth is... huh! I feel good as hell.

Wait, uh, to clarify, when you say war, are we talking

Iraq and Afghanistan or the card game?

Because, although I can play both, I prefer the latter.

Pol, we are in a turf war

with the oxy-lovin' fiends of palmetto.

And if we gonna beat that asshole,

we gotta sell the shit outta these pills,

pay our rent increase.

And another thing.

We are officially replacing quiet Ann.

I mean, maybe we could try to work things out?

She is working for Clay now. Right?

We are paying that traitor dust from here on out.

I got interviews set up for this morning, so...

Virginia: It's gonna be hard to replace Ann.

Girl could do a mean pedi.

She really had a thing for feet.

She had a thing for all of us, y'all.

She would throw herself in front of a truck for us.

She also couldn't keep her goddamn mouth shut.

Alright?

So whoever we get up in here has to be somebody we can trust.

'Cause the pill game ain't no joke.

And I figured out a way we gonna sell this shit.

How?

I had a dream last night about pills dancing

with bottles of nail Polish.

Oh, that's so funny.

I had a dream that a popeyes chicken sandwich

gave me my first communion.

He had a roll of quarters. Hey!

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take the oxy, and we're gonna put it

in empty bottles of nail Polish

and sell it right underneath the fat man's nose.

Oh, snap! Uncle daddy is gonna trip.

You got a problem with that? Oh, hell no.

I love to see that man worked up into a lather.

After what he's done to me and my family, shit.

Mm. And what about Bryce?

It'll be fine. We've been doing real good at keeping shit separate.

Good.

'Cause I'm gonna call it vengeance.

It's good, right?

People will come in, ask for a vengeance manicure,

and just slide on out with a bottle of pills.

Ooh, that's the cutest little drug front

I've ever heard! For real!

Yes, and it's certainly easier than the time

I worked as a transatlantic drug mule

and had to smuggle coke in my anal cavity.

Holding a balloon dachshund in your ass

is not comfortable,

let me tell y'all.

What's wrong? Tmi?

Mm. Pbbt.

Calm down, baylor. Calm down.

I'm gonna check the car. I'm sure we'll find fluffy bear.

Yeah, hey, in the meantime, could you go out to the garage

and see if somebody accidentally used it

to Polish the new John deere mower?

Damn it, Jennifer.

Bryce, I got two gel wraps waiting.

This better be important. Yeah, trust me, it is.

Why are you being so secretive?

You know I don't like surprises,

not since mama showed up naked to my nativity play.

Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Jennifer, hmm?

Is this some kind of joke?

I don't know.

I'm still waiting on the punchline.

Baby, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about...

What the...

There... there was...

What, little green men? Pills!

There...

There was a box of oxy there that I think

desna and y'all stole from uncle daddy.

Okay, first of all, that's a pretty hard-core accusation

that you might want to rewind from.

Second of all, what happened

to our separation of church and state?

We're not supposed to be talking about business.

I know, but...

Wait, do you hear that?

Sounds like beeping.

Oh, that's definitely the sound of you backing the eff up.

Boop! Boop!

Boop! Boop! Boop!

Bryce didn't see nada 'cause I'm one sneaky-ass mofo.

Yeah, you are! Boom!

Okay. You ready?

She stay ready.

Let's Pablo Escobar this shit.

Desna is brilliant.

People are gonna be paying

for the vengeance manicure and the oxy.

It's a win-win.

This is how we get our nail mogul on, girl.

Girl, okay, we're about to be set.

I can finally get those red-bottoms I've always wanted.

And my broke ass can stop crying in her pillow at night.

To palmetto's newest drug lords.

To us.

Yes! Oh!

Electronic voice: You have one new voice message.

Dean: Dessie! Clay is here,

and he's disrupting my live show,

and he's destroying the condo.

Hey, don't touch that!

Jennifer: Oh, my god.

Dean? Yeah.

You okay, baby?

Huh? Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yeah. Did Clay hurt you?

N- no, well, no, not in the physical sense,

but I tried to stop him, dessie.

Really, I tried to St... I tried. I know.

I know, baby. You did good.

Okay, you... you... You want to take a hot bath?

You... you can use some of my lavender salts.

Thank you, but I'll decline.

An independent man must be able to adapt I-in tumultuous times.

I- I-I'll be in my room, working on my show.

I'm sorry, deanie.

Shit! Oh, my god.

Clay is so outta pocket for this.

I should've known just because the man couldn't kill me

that he wouldn't try to hurt me in other ways.

He's a low-down, disgusting bully.

What you want to do? Huh?

We need to move those pills,

take that money, pay our rent,

and show this saltine that he can never break me and mine.

Alright. What do you think is the best way to sell that?

Psht! People with money.

Let's just go to juice towne.

There's a bunch of rich people over there right now

drinking Kale smoothies.

We are not supporting that gentrification bullshit.

It is shrimp town for life.

Okay, take it easy, Angela Davis.

Uh... Think!

Ah! What?