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Stop it.
I can't believe I finally get to meet Constance Clementine
and she's dead.
Life really isn't fair.
- Let me just do a selfie. - Mags!
- No selfies! - Why?
No one can know you were here.
- Why? - No one can know she was here.
Remy, you're-you're just asking way too fucking much right now, okay?
Listen, bitches!
I took the fall for you guys in '05.
Today, I evoke my privileges.
This is my payback.
Truce coop.
- Truce coop. - Truce coop.
Besides you'll be thanking me for this later.
- Why? - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, you're a prostitute.
I'm an escort,
but you can call it whatever you want.
Prostitute.
It's progressive of you, I am proud.
Are you high right now?
Oh, yeah, I'm super high.
Okay, so, why is she dead,
fully clothed, in the bathtub?
That's really a good question.
She was just having an orgasm.
And died.
I've known C.C. for like five years, okay?
I mean, she cuckoo, all right?
She pays cash for everything.
She eats yellow foam rubber.
You know, weird shit. But she's a sweet soul.
And I just don't want her to have a bad rep
if the tabloids find out about it like this.
You know, here, you know, and she's gay.
She took good care of me, so I wanna do the same for her.
Plus, steal some cash from her house too.
So, we get her dressed, we slap some makeup on her,
take her home, steal a little casheesh for our troubles.
And there will be cash, lots of it.
We get to start over on a whole new life.
No more hooking.
I mean, escorting.
I could go back to school.
Buy a houseboat!
Sky's the limit, ladies.
Okay, sounds so great.
But how are we supposed to get her passed everybody?
We're gonna pull a Weekend at Bernie's.
Oh, God.
She needs back support.
Someone support her.
Can you guys help out here?
- I can't hold her with both of my legs. - Oh, my God.
Push her forward, I'm like...
Okay,
just do one arm at a time, I don't want to break it.
Oh, my God, when did you become a doctor?
Well, I know more about the body than you do.
Oh, burn.
Magnolia Jolene Porter, what are you doing?
Why are you eating?
Get over here and help us.
Totally.
- No! - Oh, my God!
No!
Okay, so, this isn't working.
I got this.
Whoa.
- What is that? - Whoa.
I love you, Mags.
I love you, Bren, I missed you.
Oh, my God, I missed you.
Yeah, we're bonding over a body, that's not cool.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Close enough, let's get out of here.
Hey.
- How are you? - Good.
Hey!
Sorry about this, you know how C.C. can be.
- Get it off. Get it off. - I got it.
You didn't see anything, okay?
I think I might have seen a little something.
Of course you did.
Nothing's ever enough, is it? There, take that.
Oh, no, I think I'm blind.
- Is there anybody out there? - Get off me, thanks.
Push, push, no, you push.
Push!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, God.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Get her. Oh, God.
Push her butt.
Seat belt on. Not you, let go, let go.
We gotta strap her arms
and make her like a puppet.
Oh, God, oh, it's like she's kissing my arm.
Yeah!
Constance! Constance!
Back up, back up.
- Come on! - Did you have a late night?
Evening, Miss Clementine.
- Sorry about all these pests. - Constance!
Clementine!
I'll see you in the morning, Miss Clementine.
It's harder than it looks.
She seem drunk to you guys?
I can't, this is...
Okay, yeah. That's good enough, let go.
- All right, cover her up. - I got it!
- Cover her whole body. - Okay. I got it!
- I'll catch her, I'll catch her. - We go it.
- I'll catch her. - I got it.
Wait, I almost forgot.
For you, for you.
What are these used for?
Some people are into freaky shit.
Puppies!
- Hi, puppies! - Oh!
- Whoa... - Hi, puppy!
So this is a mid century modern, huh?
You're the sweetest.
Yeah, I'm sorry your mama's dead.
I never understood
how people wanna stare at pictures of themselves.
I'm wearing Constance Clementine's robe.
I'm above all, love.
And it kind of fits.
Holy Yeezus.
Wonder what else she has up there.
Hey, focus, ladies.
The money, remember?
Yeah and I bet she has it in her closet.
- We should go look. - She doesn't.
It's right over there.
Holy butt sauce.
- See, I told you you'd thank me. - Oh, thank you.
- Oh. - What's that?
Oh, my God, is this you and C.C.?
Give me that.
Oh, whoa, whoa!
- Bang, bang! - No, do it like this, watch.
Pew, pew, pew, pew.
Bam!
Bam, bam, bam!
I'm gonna shoot your face, biznatch.
It's in your mouth?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, oh, my God.
It's okay, it's okay. Mags, look at me, look at me.
We gotta get out of here.
Okay, come on, come on.
Come on.
Okay, look at me, look at me, look at me.
We've got to leave. But Remy...
Remy would want us to have this money.
All right.
Okay, that's good.
Just leave some, leave some.
Oh, come here.
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