Bad Monkey

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It is a cliché,

but when you know you're about to meet your maker,

sometimes your life really does flash before your eyes.

Gracie.

Gracie, you ready?

One, two, three!

- -

They will tell you the bottle took your mom.

It's not true.

She died of a broken heart.

We both need to face what we have lost.

Hey, where you running off to?

How you gonna take over for me if you don't let me teach you?

Ya-Ya, I love you, but I don't want to be Dragon Queen.

I gotta go.

You say you love me.

I do love you.

It's just vacation's over.

Hey, where are you going?

I hope you choke on your lies.

- Gracie. - I hope you die.

I hope you die.

I ready.

Okay, then.

" Ebo ," that's the Yoruba word for sacrifice.

And you will sacrifice.

You'll wear white for one year.

The sunlight won't touch your skin,

and other than me, you won't speak to another soul.

You will feel alone...

...but your power will grow, and you will emerge a queen.

Fuck.

Bang, bitch.

It would be that easy.

It's a little dramatic, I know. But that's kind of how I roll.

Very smart of you to bang Egg,

but because we couldn't use him to grab you,

it gave my Nicky a chance to prove that he is still a badass.

Hey, what's got one thumb and can still kidnap the shit out of women?

This guy.

Babe, come on. That was... That was funny.

- Go. - All right.

Well, have fun with the witch lady.

Okay. What are we doing?

Is this a staring contest? I guess you win.

None of this is gonna go the way you want it to.

Ooh. Very spooky. Your voice is incredible.

It gets resonant when you get threatening.

Have you had, like, vocal training or some...

- I'm sorry. I'm an actress, so... - What you want?

Uh, well, I took your advice, and I asked around about you.

Mixed reviews. Honestly, some people are terrified.

They're like, "If you cross her, you're gonna die."

And then others think you're completely full of shit.

So, who knows?

I'd tell you to ask around about what happens to people who fuck with me,

but none of them are around anymore.

Do we understand each other?

- We do. - Cool beans.

I think you could really be helpful to us.

So, if you want in, come find me.

I hope you take me up on it

because I just really don't have that many girlfriends.

I believe that.

Sassy. I love it.

Gracie was mostly mad at herself.

See, her real magic power was reading people,

and with Eve, she had missed pretty bad.

It would never happen again.

Yeah. My man.

Whoo!

I just wrote a hot new song called "Stakeout."

- Would you like to hear it? - Nope. Why the fuck are we here?

Mendez's wife said his cat's in there.

You know, Persians are prone to getting these nasty eye infections.

- Who gives a shit? - Sorry, I'm just relaying to you

what she said to me. I thought you'd want to know.

Mendez is on the run. You really think he'll risk it all for a fucking cat?

Well, he loves this thing more than he loves his wife.

And those are her words, not mine. Now, I'm sorry,

'cause I know you get mad when I relay to you what she said to me,

but he'll be here. I got a hunch.

You and your fucking hunches.

You can't stop me from believing in myself.

What bothered Ro the most was that,

for once, Yancy actually deserved the apology he was waiting for.

I'm sorry for getting you arrested for murder.

There it is.

As much as I like hearing it, you needed to say it.

I got scared. It's not an excuse.

I just... I fucked up.

- Hey. - No, I got lost for a second.

Stop. We're fine.

You're a good friend.

You wanna know what my problem is?

- Which one? - Really?

My problem is I try to do the right thing, but in the wrong way.

That's actually true.

Thank you.

Will you also admit that sometimes my hunches are right?

Son of a bitch.

Hi, Mendez.

Oh, fuck.

I wouldn't.

Pat him down.

Fuck!

- This feels a little bit more special... - You mother...

...because I'm currently not a police officer.

Listen, can we just... can we please just go in there real quick?

I gotta make sure that my cat's okay.

You know, I already called ahead and had her put down.

- Wait, what the... - I didn't. I didn't.

- That's not even nice to joke about, man. - You're right. I'm sorry.

- - Let's go.

- I feel like I should drive. - No, it's my car.

We have a dynamic. You shouldn't mess with it.

I drove us to the vet's office. You didn't say shit.

Well, I wanted to say something,

- but we had other issues. - Get in.

- Come on, Ro, you know how this works. -

I drive and talk all I want,

you pretend to hate it but secretly you love it.

Bro, I'm driving. I gotta call Sonny.

Hey, how's our friend?

Good, good. He's resting.

My friend Brad's a surgeon, and he fixed him up.

So, don't worry, he's not gonna call the cops.

Why would he call the cops?

Because you have to when someone comes in with a bullet wound.

Huh. I didn't know that.

Hey, Ro, did you know that the doctors are supposed to call the cops

- if there's a bullet wound? - Of course I fucking know that.

Well, Ro just lied and said he knew it.

He doesn't know it, yet he just makes it...

It was the worst time

for Natalia's favorite unicorn hair clip to finally turn up.

You have no idea the shit that Neville told me about Nick Stripling.

He just kept talking. He would not shut up about him.

God, it's only eight in the morning and it already is a great day.

Plus, I was feeling really inspired and creative this morning,

and I wrote a new song.

- - Yancy?

- - Yancy?

- - Hello?

- Fuck off! -

- Ro, are you all right? - Go. Get him.

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Where'd you get the gun?

Well, you gotta love Florida, man.

This gentleman behind me, he just lent me his.

Hey, Yancy, how do you think this is gonna work out for you, man?

I'm better at this shit than you are.

Put your gun down. We don't have to find out.

Drop it.

It was the last person Yancy ever expected to see.

Donald? Is that you?

Put the gun down.

No, I'm a cop.

He's a bad guy, Donald.

They fired me because of you.

The only thing I could get was security at this parking lot,

and they don't even let me in the little hut.

In all fairness, Donald, only management should be allowed in the goddamn hut.

- - Keep your gun on him.

You listen to me very carefully, kid.

I am a cop.

That guy is a piece of shit. He got you fired.

But in your heart, you know who I am, Donald.

- I already called the cops. - Great. Good job.

Donald. Keep your gun on him.

Marco.

You were supposed to say Polo.

- Donald? You all right? - Ow! Did we get him?

You got him, big man.

Oh, good.

Over on the St. Johns, Jim and his annoying neighbor

actually found themselves agreeing on something for once.

Sebastian said it best, three's a crowd.

Man, I don't know where I'm supposed to go.

Well, son, if you don't know where you're headed, I certainly don't.

Should I take the car and go find her?

Yeah. Sure.

Jim hoped that would buy him some peace,

- but he had a feeling it wouldn't last. -

Oh, good. You're back.

Yeah, she, uh...

She had the car keys.

She probably didn't get too far.

Boat was almost out of gas.

Jim was right.

After drifting to shore a few miles ahead, Bonnie was still drowning in guilt.

She thought about feeding herself to an alligator.

It felt so dramatic

it was like it was from a book, and she really liked that.

Then again, she just couldn't wrap her head around

being dragged under a log and left there to drown and be eaten later.

Bonnie wasn't the only one at a crossroads.