Cleaners

Previously on Cleaners...

How’d it go? It went.

Tyler! I have a job for you.

By the way, it’s a two-person job.

Veronica. Roxie.

No eye should be left blinking.

That’s what this is all about?

Roxie, I don’t think this has

anything to do with just the car.

His brain is like a bank vault

with safety deposit boxes, and you need the right key.

I have that key.

Holy shit.

Then it would seem that I have the bank vault.

So you’re suggesting another deal?

Tomorrow morning, 9 a.m., Room 111, Sierra Palona.

What’s going on, Barry?

No, this is not how it’s meant to work!

Come on, go! He’s already been activated.

Goddamn it. This whole thing was a setup.

And just where exactly is your other half?

You know it doesn’t have to end like this.

Think of everything we’ve been through.

Think of everything I’ve done for you.

You kind of lost any good will

once you tried to have us killed.

Tyler, get down!

Mother. Mother.

What the hell is going on out there?

Damn it, Eileen. The girls have it.

The codes. The passwords. To all the money!

Fifty-seven million dollars!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Have you lost your mind?

They say payback’s a bitch.

Guess I’m the bitch, baby.

I want you to come with us.

Listen, someone has to stick around here, clean up this mess.

I think the money belongs to you.

I think it belongs to all of us.

So all of this is the result of your so-called heroics?

Yeah, I’m a one-man band.

Was a body removed from here? No, sir.

So whose blood is that?

Oh, he’s cute.

Ohh, he’s really cute.

That one’s kind of your type. He’s more of a six.

Ugh, this is crazy.

I’ve heard about island time, but, Jesus,

are they brewing my beers as we speak?

For the love of God. Will you just decide already?

You’ve been having a staring contest with that menu

for like half an hour. I know who wins.

You, when you decide to order something.

Will you just chill?

I-- I can’t eat anything on here.

Nothing but eyes. Exqueeze me?

Beef, chicken, lamb, pork.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.

Not even one of those? See its black beady little--

Eyes! I get it.

What I don’t get is that humans have eyes,

and you’d kill one of those without even blinking one.

I don’t eat them afterwards.

Oh, furry muff. What?

I said fair enough.

So, V...

out of all the dots in the Caribbean

why did you want to meet Eileen on this one?

I have my reasons. Yes, well, obviously.

What I’m asking is, what are they?

So, what are you gonna do with your share of the money?

Are you changing the topic? Obviously.

I’m thinking about disappearing.

No shit. Where?

Italy. Where I hear the only thing

hung better than the art is the men.

Furry muff.

Nice throwback.

Ugh, come on.

Eileen’s supposed to be here by now.

Roxie. Your three o’clock.

No, no. That’s your nine.

Brand new running shoes to go with that local look.

Wonder who they’re running from. Or after.

Check your twelve. My six?

So I’m a child of the digital age, okay? Sue me.

Just look over your goddamn shoulder.

Oh, yeah.

A little bit twitchy to be tourists, don’t you think?

Hey, V, I know another animal with big black beady eyes.

Duck!

By the way, Mother says hi.

Then bye.

Ha. Just gave that guy crabs.

Are you sure he said "Mother"?

Yeah, that’s what he said.

Hey, ladies, wanna swim?

Wanna die?

Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Yeah. Maybe.

No. What are you thinking?

Eileen was supposed to meet us at the restaurant

to give us our share of the money.

Then one of Mother’s hit squads shows up instead.

It doesn’t take a lot of ink to connect those dots.

So we’re back where we started.

No money, fresh targets on our back,

and not a pot to piss in.

Have you ever really had to piss in a pot?

Well, yeah, I--

Rhetorical question, Roxie.

Oh. Jesus! Are you drunk?

I’m sorry.

What are you doing? You’re not gonna mess her up?

I don’t need a fight, Roxie. I need a phone.

Sometimes when I look up in the sky

I see the birds flying south...

And I know they’re going home.

Hello, Veronica.

Hello, Isabelle.

Do you have the final installment?

There’s been a complication.

What’s your bird’s name, Disco?

Is she awake?

Hey, Eileen. Si, si, she’s awake.

What the hell happened?

Exactly what I said would happen.

The girls killed them.

I paid you damn good money to take care of that.

You paid me decent money, Eileen.

And for decent money you get decent talent.

It’s like paying Kim Kardashian when you need Meryl Streep.

You’ll go straight to DVD and never win an Oscar.

What I’m saying is...

Veronica and Roxie are the A-list.

They’ll never be taken down by someone on the D.

So, what happens now?

You’ve tipped your hand.

You’ve rattled the cage

to a couple of very pissed off pit bulls.

But I can fix it.

Or as I said when we first met, I can fix this for us.

You see, my enemy is your enemy.

We both want the same thing.

To hear those bitches barking six feet under.

But as I also said, it’ll cost you.

You want the best, you have to pay for the best.

Loosen your purse strings, increase my budget

and I’ll bring you back your prize.

Ahh.

Barry used to drink this.

Always single malt, nothing a day under 20 years.

When we were together, it always tasted like...bile.

Just the scent of it made me sick to my core.

Probably because it reminded me of him.

But since he died...

No.

Till death do us part.

It tastes like the nectar of the gods.

The day I pulled that trigger, I was reborn.

I not only killed my husband, I killed off his poor,

domesticated, suppressed, pathetic wife.