01x07 - A Denver Ten

[bunniefuu]

Ow! What the f*ck was that?

I f*cking k*lled a man!

I deserve a podcast.

- I missed you.

- You know, my commissary's

getting just a little low.

Yeah, you gonna do something

for me?

- There's a job opening in the

crown jewel of America's parks.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- The Tetons.

- No, not the Tetons.

We're not moving to Wyoming.

They'd be completely stupid

not to hire you.

First room on the left,

that's my old room.

Looks like

everything's still here.

- It is?

- The Step Soldiers?

Oh, that was my old

high school dance squad.

Hey

This quilt is pretty.

Yeah. It's the only thing

I have of my mom's.

She got deported

when I was 14.

Who was that, uh,

pretty little reporter of yours?

You want f*cking Georgie

to k*ll somebody?

Whoever k*lled Wally knew him,

and would have left a trail.

Aw, just keep it in here

just in case

She did it!

You fixed it.

She fixed the copy machine!

- God, a lifesaver. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Hey.

- Hi.

I wanted to apologize.

No, I'm the one who

should be apologizing.

That's true. But, Beth,

all is forgiven because

I didn't even need Tuna.

- Didn't you hear?

- No.

The podcast debut just made

New and Noteworthy.

We have optimal

home page visibility,

unprecedented feedback signals,

and listenership is already

converting to subscription.

I feel like I'm not making

sense, but I know that I am.

No, no, you are, you are.

That's great.

- Congrats.

- Thanks.

Yeah, don't even worry

about slapping me in the face.

Oh, yeah. No, yeah.

Thanks for being

so cool about that.

Um, listen.

So how's it going with Toni?

Oh, uh, yeah, um, great.

I'm just-- I'm trying to take

a little step back.

You know, not-not rush

to any conclusions.

- So

- Oh. Beth

Toni did it.

What?

Why would you say that?

Because I know what it's like

to be a woman

and to be afraid of a man.

Boxed in by fear

and feeling like violence

is the only way out.

I know what it's like

to k*ll a man.

- I amToni.

- Okay, Toni's her own person

- Who's just like me.

- No.

Who also k*lled someone.

Stop! She did not!

Okay, you know what, Beth?

I know that you have

a lot riding on her innocence,

but deep down, there's a part

of you that knows I'm right.

Just trust your gut.

That's what I did,

and it saved my life.

And got me a book deal.

And, like,

a sh*t-ton of new sponsors.

f*ck!

Hey, it's Beth. Leave a message.

Okay.

Yeah, I see what you're doing,

the old switcheroo.

No, in other words,

when the oars are level,

- they should be,

the handles should be

- Wait.

- about three

to six inches apart

- Dude,

stop going so fast!

forward the handles,

throwing a punch

- out of your chest rather

- Speak f*ck' English, bro!

Experiment, experiment

to find out what'll be

How the f*ck am I supposed

to do with my feet?

You can't just skip

that sh*t, man.

- Jesus.

- Now, make sure that your frame

is set up

Hey. Uh, what's up?

Do you know

somebody named Chevy?

A friend of Toni's?

Well, hello to you, too.

Please, George, I ju

I need to talk to her,

to ask her a few questions.

I feel like you only call

when you need something.

Yeah, I do only call

when I need something.

Because you're the only one

I can trust.

Please, George?

Why don't you come through?

Beth?

You know what? f*ck it.

Find someone else to track down

your little friends.

No, no, no. No, no.

George, I-I want to come.

I do. I just, I'm-I'm at work.

And, um

the sooner I talk to Chevy,

the sooner I can come over.

Uh

you could you could give me

a tour of your boat.

For real?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been thinking

about you.

About that kiss.

You tasted like herbs.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

It's this gum that I chew.

- I

- No, no, no, it was

it was nice, it was

it was like a

summer garden.

Yeah, well,

you-you tasted like hot dogs.

Yeah, f*ck you.

Hey, so, uh,

after you see Chevy,

you'll you'll come over?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I will.

All right. Check your texts.

Yes. Go.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby!

- How you been?

- I'm okay.

You know.

You're so lucky you're

on the inside, I'm telling you.

The world has lost

its damn mind.

But

I'm getting prepped.

- You know I am.

- Mm-hmm.

Did a big run last night.

Got kerosene,

a couple of bolt-action r*fles,

Sex in the Cityon DVD.

- That's cool.

-: Yeah.

The van is finally

fully loaded.

Been dreaming about ya.

- Uh-huh.

- The two of us on the open road,

- Yeah.

- living how we damn please.

Open the gate!

What's wrong?

Hey. Talk to me.

Nah, i-it's nothing. I'm fine.

Huh.

Well, you've been talking

to someone.

Like, for hours.

What, you didn't think

I'd notice?

Bills come to me, you know.

So who is it?

Who's this

0-1-8-3 number?

Baby, why-why are you worrying

about things

you don't need to worry about?

It's-it's no one.

Have it your way.

I'll just have to track

the b*tch down.

Oh, Patty, baby, listen,

it's nothing.

It's just, she's a

she's a journalist.

- A journalist?

- Yeah, she's gonna help me

get out.

What's her big plan, huh?

She gonna dig you a tunnel? Hmm?

Ship you in a box?

Christ almighty,

you are so g*dd*mn naiïve.

No, l-look,

if she gets me out of here,

then we can be together.

I'm-I'm doing this for us.

Listen to me.

Whatever it is she's promising,

she can't deliver, okay?

It's not real.

There's no such thing

as journalism anymore.

They're all scammers

and con artists.

But this?

You and me? This is real.

This is something

you could count on.

And you should be thanking

your lucky stars,

but instead you're what,

trading up? Huh?

For some fake-news b*tch

keeping your head in the clouds?

Can I f*ck' help you?!

S-Sorry.

Well, I am tired

of giving so much

and not getting in return, okay?

Don't think I'll be leaving

any commissary today.

No, quit freaking!

I haven't talked to her

in a week-- it's over.

Check-check your bills.

J

Patty-cake

Mm-mm.

- Baby love

- No.

Vanilla scoop?

Hmm?

You know you're

my number one, right?

Stop playin'. Come here.

I don't like feeling like this.

Well, then don't feel like this.

You'll ditch her? For me?

It's already done.

-: Okay.

- Yeah?

I got to go.

- I got to go.

- Uh

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Open the gate!

Let's go, Plimpton.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry, yeah.

Hi. Can I help you?

I think you can.

Uh, are you Chevy?

Who are you?

Oh. I'm Beth.

Hi. Sorry.

Um, I'm a journalist

and a friend of Toni's.

Toni Plimpton. I was wondering

if I could talk to you about

She's bringing people over here

when I already told her

I'm not trying to talk

to nobody.

- You never talk about

Don't open the

Hi. It, well, it's not what

it looks like. I was just

Yeah, whatever. Get in here.

- Oh, thank you so much.

- Mm-hmm.

So, when was the last time

you saw Toni?

- Girl. Like, really?

- Well, I just want to know.

- A few days ago.

- Yeah, I-I've been meaning

to go visit.

I just haven't gotten around

to it yet.

You know, there are,

like, these forms.

And she has to call me,

I can't call her, so

that's been a challenge.

You know mail still works.

What you need, stamps?

- Right.

- Okay, you two need to stop.

You need to not be inviting

strangers into my house.

You're messing with my set.

Hold still.

Yeah, you know, I couldn't go

to the trial, either.

I had too much going on, child.

No, my whole life was

a mess, honey.

What about you, Chevy?

Chevonne.

Ch-Chevonne, uh

do you visit her?

Were you two close?

- Girl, you need a drink?

- Mm-hmm.

But go easy on the vodka

this time.

-: Don't worry about it.

- Yeah, they were close,

all right.

- Mm.

- Like sisters.

- Mm-hmm. Best friends.

So-so what happened?

'Cause any time

I mention Toni's name, she

Oh, gives you this face?

- Yeah. Exactly.

-: Yeah, well,

- good luck to you.

- Help me out here.

If she was Toni's best friend,

- then why won't she talk

about her?

- Nuh-uh.

Nuh-uh,

you can't drag me into this.

Please?

- I mean, anything?

- Oh.

-: Please? Anything?

- Anything.

- What? What?

- No, you just sounded so sad

right there.

Look, all I know is,

it's been like this

since the minute T was arrested.

She won't talk about her,

won't go see her.

Nothing.

All righty

Well, you know I got

my own beauty start-up.

Gel Acrylics and Brow Tints

by Simone.

- Ooh.

- That's me. I'm Simone.

Here we go,

Miss Entrepreneur.

Excuse me, I gotta get somebody

around here

to actually pay for my services.

Well, she probably has

somewhere else to be. Right?

- Actually,

I'd love to get my nails done.

- Perfect.

But maybe if you have something

a little less permanent?

- Oh, yeah, I've got you.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

So, uh,

you-you think Toni's innocent?

Um, yeah, of course.

What about you?

Nah, I don't think she did it.

Wallace deserved it, anyway.

And what do you think, Chevonne,

did-did Toni k*ll her husband?

Does it matter?

Once they throw one of us

in jail, they make sure

- we ain't getting out.

- I know that's right.

- That's the truth.

I mean, that-that is

a large part of this--

righting the wrongs

of the system.

I mean, Toni really needs

somebody in her corner,

- you know, fighting for her.

- It's so true.

You're so great

to help this woman

who's been failed by the system.

And I'm a Black

business owner myself.

Have you ever had

your lashes extended?

It's a huge bang for your buck.

Let's do it.

- Right on.

- I need to get finish

getting dressed.

What are you girls

getting dressed for?

Oh, it's Friday!

- We're going to the club.

- Yeah.

Oh, it's been so long

since I went to the club.

All my friends got

really boring and lame

- Oh.

- and stopped going.

Well, you could come.

- Really?

- Yeah.

What? Look, that'll teach Chevy

to be a b*tch.

Well, if you're coming

to the club,

some extensions

would really complete your look.

Mm-hmm.

Flamingo's always nice.

What you think?

That's right.

Uh-huh.

- All right, well, thank you,

Mrs. Crayton.

I appreciate it.

I'll tell my mom you say hello.

- Okay, see you.

- For real. That's the stuff.

Oh. Hey, Beth. 'Sup?

Sorry,

I was just getting undressed

when you showed up, so

We could do some dancing

like we did at that wedding,

except, yeah, we'll get

a little freaky this time

What's up? b*ner check!

- Man, f*ck you.

- Aw, what's going on

in the spank tank?

What is up

with the vibe in here, dude?

g*dd*mn, dude,

it smell like pumpkin spice

and jizz up in here.

What is the deal?

- Having

a little f*ck' solo YOLO?

- Man, shut the f*ck up.

What did Mrs. Crayton want,

anyway?

Yo, she said that she saw

someone leaving the house

- the day of the break-in.

- Oh, yeah? Who's that?

I don't know, but she said

she had long, yellow hair.

Some average-looking b*tch.

You know who that sounds like?

Your ex, Josie?

Please, dude.

f*ck' Josie was a ten.

Denver ten, anyway.

But she had

them big-a*s t*tties.

Not even comparable.

No. Sounds like

that f*ck' Vivian chick,

that producer.

Yeah, probably trying

to break in.

Probably trying to break off

a piece of this d*ck.

If that's the case,

you know, I'm down.

Yeah, man, I don't think

she was interested in you,

- so you're good.

- Whatev.

What about that girl

Tuna was talking about,

that f*ck', uh,

that reporter chick,

you know what I'm saying,

you ever catch up with her?

She got f*ck' Tuna pinned--

she's probably coming for us.

- Nah, man,

I haven't tracked her down yet.

- Hmm.

What's her deal?

What's she look like?

She got long, yellow hair?

She look average?

Dude, she's not f*ck' average!

Okay, you need

to chill out, dawg.

f*ck' calm it down.

Whatever, man. I mean

Mrs. Crayton can't see sh*t,

anyway.

f*ck' old lady thinks

you're cute, so

Yeah, that's

because she got good taste.

Don't matter

if she got cataracts.

Back in the day,

I would f*ck' hit that hard.

Straight up. She got

them big-a*s t*tties, too.

I don't know, if you ask me, it

sounds like we got two suspects:

Vivian Steele or whoever

this journalist chick is.

Two soon-to-be-dead women,

if you ask me.

Straight up.

sh*t unscented?

Pump, pump, goo.

All right, later, masturbator.

Whatever, man.

Jesus!

Oh, my God.

Wow.

George Okay, too close.

Holy whoa!

Sexy!

- What's the occasion?

- I have a-a work thing tonight.

Oh, a work thing?

Now, that's sexy

and mysterious.

Some of Toni's friends

have invited me out.

What do people wear to clubs?

That's good.

Do I look old?

- Do I look fat?

- No.

Do I look like Steven Tyler

a little bit?

No. I-It's hot. It's, uh

It's it's pleather.

Okay, it's pleather.

Hey.

- Um

-: Blow it off.

No, I might

Come on, come on, come on.

I really--

I really can't, sweetie.

What's with the-- oh!--

what's with the bottle?

Um, that is

I was thinking

we could celebrate,

because you are looking

at the Grand Teton's

newest ranger.

Marco!

That's-that's so great.

You're not happy.

What? I-I am. I am.

- I'm-I'm happy for you.

- Oh there it is.

- What's wrong

with being happy for you?

- Nothing.

Nothing, if you really are.

Look, I love you.

I'm proud of you.

I'm not getting into a fight

with you right now, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on, just tell them

you'll meet them tomorrow.

No, you know I can't.

Babe, come on.

I get the one job,

the one job I've always wanted--

just celebrate with me.

We can celebrate later.

I mean, seriously?

- Hey!

- What's so f*cking important,

huh?

- I told you, Toni's friends

- Ah!

What the f*ck is this?

It's it's not

what it looks like.

It's it's for work.

This c*ck is for work?

- Marco, please don't.

-: Oh, wow,

this guy is eager, huh?

"I'll be thinking about you."

Is that for work, too?

- Will you stop reading my phone?

- Why? Why? What,

are you afraid

of what else I'm gonna find?

- I mean, how many c*ck are

on this thing?

- He's a source!

A source of c*ck, I get that.

Okay, fine. His name is George,

he's Toni's

dead husband's friend

and he thinks he likes me.

And I've let him think it

so I can use him.

Go ahead, scroll through.

You'll see he gave me

the address of Toni's friends

that I'm going out with! Okay?

Why should I believe you?

Well, you're very welcome to put

on a pleather skirt and join me.

You couldn't just tell me? Huh?

Why do I have

to break into your phone

to get you to tell me something?

Babe, you're blowing this

way out of proportion.

So I didn't tell you

about one source.

- I'm sorry.

- You're always doing sh*t

like this.

You keep me over here

and the rest of your life

over here,

like I'm just an accessory

to you.

You know,

some dumb ranger you married

to just piss off your mom.

Oh, my God, what?

We did a year in therapy

about this.

This is resolved.

Well, I guess it's not.

You want to know

what this is really about?

You went out of your way

to take a job

- you knew

I didn't want you to get.

- Ha!

There it is.

What happened to, "Ah,

they're gonna love you, Marco,

"oh, you'll be great, Marco,

th-they'd be dumb

not to hire you"?

You're the one who kept telling

me you weren't gonna get it.

Which you obviously believed!

Why can't you just look at this

from my side?

Huh? I drive three hours a day

to stay here for a job that you

do nothing but complain about.

I got a vasectomy for you.

- I

- Wait. For me?

You cut your ba*ls open for me?

- Yes.

- How heroic.

You are absolutely full of sh*t.

We agreed.

That vasectomy was for us.

Except "for us"

just means for you.

Classic Susan.

Now you're just being

an as*h*le.

It's true.

You're just like her.

- Constantly

putting yourself first.

- Whatever.

This whole thing is so cliché.

You want me to sideline

my career for yours.

Now you're accusing me

of being just like my mother!

I mean, just admit it, Marco,

you've always been threatened

by my success.

Success?

Babe, look at yourself.

That hair, miniskirt,

- phone full of dicks.

- I am working a story.

No, you're not, Beth.

You're just clinging

to the past.

You know what?

Have fun with George.

Oh, uh

wear your tall boots.

I'm sure he'll like that.

I am nothing like Susan.

The f*ck? What'd you do?

Oh, girl, she's harmless.

She bought half my inventory.

- Hey, Beth! You're looking good!

- Hi! I'm so sorry I'm late.

Took me forever to find

the right thing to wear.

- It looks like you never did.

- Oh, you look fine, girl.

Yeah, uh, I like your skirt.

Let's go,

Becky with the good hair.

Ooh! It really goes

everywhere, huh?

So, did you guys, uh, come here

a lot before with Toni?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,

the first time we came here,

we had fake IDs.

We were 15.

And Toni used to order soda

and ask them to put

a little cherry in it

to make it look like

a drinky-drink.

She was still afraid of alcohol

back then.

Her mama's fear of God in her.

Yo, you remember that, Chevy?

If you say so.

Yo, why are you being like this?

- Like what?

- Well, you never talk about T.

Don't you think

that's a little f*cked?

No, I get it. It's got to be

it's got to be really painful

to talk about

your friend who's

who's locked up for life

for something she didn't do.

Ha-ha!

This was our song.

Step Soldiers.

Ayes, ayes, ayes, ayes, ayes,

ayes, ayes, ayes, ayes, ayes

- Here we go!

- I'm coming, I'm coming,

I'm coming!

What happened?

Is it over?

- Uh, this was Toni's solo.

- Yeah.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, I'm sorry. Why are you here?

Allegra invited me.

What makes you think

that you can just come in here

and talk to us

like you know us, huh?

Like you have a right

to be here,

to go wherever you want

and say whatever you want.

You know nothing about us,

and I bet you you don't know

as much about Toni

as you think you do.

Wait!

Sorry. Excuse me.

- You ready? All right.

- Yeah. Oh.

Hey, wait!

- Leave me the f*ck alone!

- Look, I saw the texts.

- From four years ago.

- So that's why you're here?

- What do they mean?

- Exactly what they say.

"If you don't k*ll him, I will."

But

she couldn't have done it.

Why not?

What, that's not

what you wanted to hear?

Huh?

You wanted me to tell you what?

That those texts were a joke?

Or that I did it?

Oops! I almost forgot,

I'm a m*rder*r.

No.

- She wouldn't lie to me.

- Girl,

Toni is a world-class finesser.

You are just the latest

in a long string of people

who loved Toni,

wanted to be Toni

or wanted to f*ck Toni.

I-I don't want to f*ck her.

But you love her?

Yeah, well, so did I.

I don't know

what happened that night,

but I know

Toni wasn't joking around.

Okay, but if she did it,

it's because she had to, right?

Wallace was violent.

She had no one to turn to.

Her mom was deported.

She had a dead dad.

sh*t.

She has got her claws in you

real deep.

Girl, come with me.

Come on.

Miss Yvette?

Yo, Miss Yvette.

- What you want?

- Uh, one patty.

- And this lady wants to know

about Toni.

- Huh?

What do you want to know

about my daughter?

This hair

is not working for you.

What is it? Who are you?

You're Toni's mother?

I gave birth to her.

Were you deported

when she was 14?

Is that what she told you?

So you were never deported?

- Do I look deported to you?

- Hey.

Ain't nothing here gluten-free.

- Move.

- Hey, shut your mouth.

- Number 14!

- Listen to me.

- You listening?

- Yeah.

Toni acts

like she doesn't have a mother

because she didn't like

the way I raised her.

But what if it was your daughter

dressing like a Jezebel

at age 12?

Running around exposing herself

to grown men?

- Hmm?

- So, you never go see her?

- She-She's only an hour away.

- Go see who?

Mm, my girl died long ago,

the day she chose the devil

as her guide.

But what-what about Laila,

your granddaughter?

Don't you want to be

in her life?

No.

Next!

- Yeah, hey.

- What do you want?

Uh, the jerk chicken.

Um, can I have a

Enjoy.

I'm glad you came.

I'm glad you called.

Hi, Mom. It's me.

I was really hoping

you'd answer this time.

Listen, I know

it's-it's really late, uh

but I-I realized I've

I've never thanked you

for-for being there.

For For not leaving me.

And, uh

I know it wasn't always easy

and

and-and I wasn't always easy.

But I really

don't know what I would've done

if-if you'd left and

Or if you hadn't been there.

If I'd been completely alone.

Answer your g*dd*mn phone.

Wait your turn.

Aw, what's wrong?

Your girlfriend not calling you

back? I mean, let me know

- if you're looking

for a rebound. Ah.

- Don't you

test me.

Don't you dare test me!

Or this will not end well.

f*cking sl*t.

- So

- Damn it.

thank you, and, uh

And I love you.

Uh

I hope you get this message.