Filthy Rich (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - John 3:3 - full transcript

Dear Lord, I need
to unburden myself.

With Eugene gone, Margaret
seems to think she's God‐‐

I mean You.

(scoffs)
She even stepped over Eric

and made herself CEO.

Doesn't Dad get a say
in any of this,

or have you already
forgotten him?

BECKY: Given the news,

Eugene was a great
but complicated man.

Not only did he go down
with two whores;

he fathered three bastards.



‐With three different women.
‐No.

BECKY: There's the criminal,
Jason, who grows pot

and doesn't seem to look
any bit like Eugene.

Something about him
just creeps me out.

There's the hooligan, Antonio,

who has a devil spawn
named Jesus.

The blasphemy.

And then the whore,
Ginger Sweet.

Really, though, she is a whore.

Literally, like,
the online kind.

So you subscribe
to our premium package?

BECKY: Margaret and her
interloper lawyer, Franklin,

offered the bastards hush money,

but they won't take it.



You're valued at $2.2 billion.

You flew us coach?

BECKY: And this is all
right after

the Sunshine Network announced

that we're launching SunnyClub.

It's like this big
online shopping thing

that makes us all filthy rich,

and I know that's how
You show Your blessings,

so we deserve it.

And those bastards
are subverting

Your holy lucrative will.

And the worst part?

Margaret aired
all of our dirty laundry

and claims Eugene's bastards
as her own.

So now everyone knows
our family is full of sinners.

And Ginger's slutty mother
showed up too,

but really, who cares?

One man dies,

and the entire Monreaux family
has gone to hell.

In Jesus' name...

amen.

MARGARET: Favor is deceitful,

beauty is vain,

but a woman
who feareth the Lord,

she shall be praised.

(whispering)
She shall be praised.

Proverbs: 31.

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Your free gift when you sign up

to become
a SunnyClub member today.

Oh.

NORAH: Hmm.

No perfume can mask the stench
of that press conference.

That press conference
was a wonderful moment of unity

for family‐‐

NORAH: For crap headlines.

(sighs)
Nobody reads print, Norah.

I could've told you outing

a bunch of bastards
was a bad idea.

They're not just bastards,
Norah.

They're people too.

Every news channel,
every Christian blogger,

even the Crescent City
coupon catalog is writing about

the complete destruction
of the Monreaux family.

MARGARET: Come on, how bad
could the damage really be?

New subscriptions
for SunnyClub have plateaued.

‐Hmm. ‐Plateaued, my ass.

We are holding
at six million subscriptions.

We need eight
by the end of the week,

or you'll lose vendors.

People of faith
are not that fickle.

That's the beauty of faith.

‐Fix this. ‐I will.

NORAH: Better fix it.

THOMAS: In the name
of the Father

and the Son and the Holy Spirit,

I baptize you.

(cheers and applause)

Hear that?

The Reverend
hasn't lost his flock,

and neither have I.

You set that meeting
with the children?

Yes.

Keeping them on brand
is a good place to start.

(dramatic music)

BECKY: Look at her.
She thinks she's God.

♪ ♪

ERIC: Why is Ginger here?

Eric,
your mama's a tricky bitch.

Mama said she wanted
to talk about my future, right?

That woman has nothing
to do with my future.

If Margaret
is a woman of her word,

there will be a $30 million
check inside.

Whatever it is, take it.
We need it.

The numbers at SinWagon
have tanked since you left.

‐I have faith. ‐In Margaret?

Myself.

This was supposed
to be the first grandchild,

not that thing.

That baby‐‐

it's a little demon

sent here to shatter our world.

You're my brother now,
so I just want to say

that I look forward
to getting to know you.

Both of you.

‐Great. ‐Yeah.

And maybe, uh,
when you have your kid,

we can share a babysitter
and stuff.

(scoffs)

Other than the occasional
requisite on‐camera moment,

I'm not gonna be, like,
working or anything.

Oh, great.

So you can watch both the kids.

That was a‐‐ that was a joke.

Hmm.

Ha‐ha.

I'll see you both inside.

♪ ♪

Ms. Sweet?

My name's Luke Taylor,
formerly of the Daily Edge.

I would love
to ask you some questions.

Everyone's chasing this story
about Eugene's kids,

but no one's talking
about the mothers.

You need to leave.

The women Eugene hurt.

I'm not an angle.

She's not an angle.

She's treating us like
we're equal or something.

Equality is unfair.

Yeah, we're not doing this.

(engine turns over, revs)

♪ ♪

BECKY: Look at that one.

She's gonna get melanoma.

♪ ♪

Come on, Rose.

What the hell?

BECKY: Don't cuss.

‐(horn honks) ‐How are y'all?

ERIC: Can you move the car?
Come on.

‐I waited for you to go in.
‐ROSE: Oh.

(horn honks, engine revs)

Hi, I'm Rose.

I'm your, uh, daughter's sister.

‐Mm. ‐Don't do that.

Rose is cool.

No, it's fine, really.
We're all family now.

Hey, where's Jason?

He's in Colorado.

'Cause that's where he lives.

I don't know.
I mean, that's where he is.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Let's go inside.

Come on, Mama's waiting.

You get ten minutes.

♪ ♪

I want to thank you all
for joining me

in what I'm reframing
as a blending journey.

It is my God‐given duty

to bring us all together.

Where is my check?

FRANKLIN: Hold tight, now.

All of you
will be getting checks.

That's great.

For $10,000.

A week.

(snorts) Jeez.

Me too?

But what happened
to the millions?

You all gonna have
to work for it.

Antonio, you will give up
this MMMA thing.

MMA?

MARGARET:
You are Jesus' only parent,

and if you get hurt,
who will he have?

Besides, I would very much
like for you

to join my security team.

She just put you on staff, bro.

FRANKLIN: It is
an entry‐level position

that you can build on.

Jason, wherever he is,

he will close
that ganja factory.

And, Ginger...

Here it comes.

You and your mother,

you will leave New Orleans,

you will close
that porn site of yours,

and you will never, ever

speak to any member
of the press ever again.

I'm supposed to just go away?

Uh‐huh.

And I'm sorry,
this is the same allowance

that I've gotten since I was 16.

You've been getting
$10,000 a week

since you were 16?

Rose, you will go to Colorado

and you will present the terms
to Jason in person.

‐No.
‐You are my best ambassadress.

‐I'm apolitical. ‐GINGER: Okay.

So 5% of the company
is off the table.

What about the 1% Eugene's will
promised all of us?

You get that 1%
when Margaret is‐‐

‐Dead. ‐Don't tempt me.

I'm not gonna just disappear

and wait for you to be dead
in the ground to cash in.

You did me a favor, Margaret.

After that press conference,

SinWagon is netting
$10,000 a week, maybe more.

So thank you for the notoriety.

Ginger, I'm asking you

to rise to the occasion
of your birthright.

TINA: Ginger,

it's time to go.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna build my brand
on the back of yours,

'cause I'm that bitch.

And I'm this bitch.

♪ ♪

Dear Lord,
where do we go when we die?

Do we become spirit in the sky,

or do we float around unnoticed

to those who love us?

(tense music)

(gasps)

I'm alive?

Barely.

(grunts and groans)

Shh! Take it easy.

You need to rest.

(gasps)
Everyone on that plane is dead.

Everyone but me.

That swamp spit you out

so's you could start over.

(dramatic music)

God spared me from hell?

♪ ♪

Why?

'Cause She ain't done with you.

BECKY: If flesh
can become spirit,

can spirit become flesh?

In Jesus' name we pray, amen.

I told you to stay in the car.

THOMAS: You remind me
of someone,

Miss Ginger.

Mary Magdalene,

prostitute cleansed
of her sins by Christ

and anointed as one
of the true faith.

One, I don't need
to be cleansed of anything.

Two, those macho asshats

who decided
what went in the Bible

made up
the whole Magdalene whore thing

to minimize the deep

personal relationship
she had with Jesus

as well as her position of power
in the early church.

(soft music)

MARGARET: Honestly, Rose,
the lip on you back there?

That Ginger,
she's a bad influence.

I'm sorry I got defensive.

I just‐‐I keep thinking
about what Daddy would do.

MARGARET: Slight break
in the hem, please.

Just slight.

But if Daddy were here,

everything would be
secretly worse.

Jesus is gonna puke
all over this.

MARGARET: (chuckles)
Oh, sweetie.

You're getting more than one.

Sorry, I'm just so mad

and sad at the same time.

We are the Monreaux girls.

We can be mad, sad,
walk, talk, chew gum,

and still solve
all the world's problems.

Oh, I don't think
he should wear a tie.

I really need you
to go see Jason.

Oh.

♪ ♪

Okay, Mama.

Okay.

That's my girl.

Scuse me.

We have a problem.

♪ ♪

You might want
to get your security on it.

(chuckles)

‐Norah? ‐What on earth?

Margaret Monreaux thinks
that I should be ashamed

of pulling myself up
by my bootstraps

and building a life
for my mother.

We're trash to her,

so she's trying
to throw us away.

Not on my watch.

Hit it, Rach!

(upbeat music)

Whoo!

♪ ♪

Certainly an improvement,
isn't it?

That's how us Vegas girls do it,
folks.

We work hard. We pay our taxes.

We don't all grow up
with a silver spoon.

(dramatic music)

FRANKLIN: Awful what they did
to you out there.

They don't need our ire.
They need our empathy.

Tina is every woman
Eugene ever broke.

Jason's mother, Antonio's,

those poor girls that Eugene
snuck on our plane,

and God knows who else?

I've reached a settlement

with the families
of those young women

and the pilot's family.

When did everyone in our world
become a transaction?

A long time ago.
You just didn't know about it.

Now, we need to do something
about SunnyClub.

Fans just aren't buying in at
the rate that we need them to.

I'm gonna remind them
who I was before all this...

(sniffles)

And who I still am.

Like many of you,
I grew up poor.

(uplifting music)

My mama, she did her best,

but it was tough...
living in a car.

And when we weren't relying
on strangers' pity,

we were victims of it.

And then one day,

we drifted into a church
in New Iberia.

Oh, we were so hungry
and without hope,

but when that sermon was over,
we came outside,

and that old car?

(breathes deeply)

It was full of groceries.

♪ ♪

I told God that I would spend
my life repaying that gift.

SunnyClub is my humble answer
to the debt I owe Him.

With one click...

you're not just
bringing quality products

right into your home.

20% of those profits,

they go to the Sunny Missions.

We can fill the cars
of hungry people

around the world.

(clears throat)

Join SunnyClub today...

‐Won't you? ‐(light applause)

(Southern fiddle music)

FRANKLIN: You think the Saints
are headed to the Super Bowl?

You seriously call me here
to talk about football?

No,

but pleasant conversation
makes the world go round,

does it not?

(chuckles)
It does, so you're right.

But I'm exhausted, so if we
could, uh, hurry this along?

I'd like you to write some
nice things about Margaret.

She's had a rough go.

Margaret had me fired

for trying to break
the Ginger story.

No. If she had, I'd know.

But there are some powerful
folks around the Monreauxs,

folks who wouldn't want you
sniffing around.

(scoffs)
You care to comment on who?

Nope.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

Been looking into
the Eugene crash.

It's muddy, Franklin.

‐FRANKLIN: Muddy? ‐LUKE: Mm‐hmm.

Like when kids
playing in the dirt

or when grown folks
up to no good?

Muddy like a perfectly inspected
private jet

just catches fire
and falls out of the sky.

Muddy like a man just died

but all the media can talk about
is who is doing who.

Well...
these are complicated times.

Times aren't complicated.

They are.

Look here.

The Monreauxs are a good
Christian family,

and they've done right by me.

(scoffs)

A lot of good
Christian folks down here

done a lot of bad things
to people like you and me, yeah?

Mm‐hmm.

But Margaret is good.

♪ ♪

I think that somebody
wanted Eugene Monreaux dead

and they pulled that plane
out of the sky to make it so.

♪ ♪

If they think taking my job
is gonna shut me up,

then clearly they never met
a hungry freelancer.

You keep digging.

No matter
where it takes you, huh?

Now, I'm sorry about your job...

but I will throw you a bone
from time to time.

♪ ♪

I think the Saints are doomed,

but not because the referees
or the politics of the league.

It's their play,

always making excuses
for their poor judgment.

Gets 'em every time.

♪ ♪

(upbeat music)

CASPER: Maid service
is every Tuesday.

I'm the maid,
so you get what you pay for.

We're not staying.

There's a bar right down there
you're welcome to hang out in.

And there's booze, just don't
ask me to fix you any drinks.

It's a sort of a
pay‐what‐you‐can scenario.

How many rooms
you got vacant here?

All of 'em except
for yours and hers.

Run for your lives.

I got herpes just by looking
at the bedspread.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

I'll take all of them.

You gotta pay in advance.

‐Mm‐hmm.
‐CASPER: I'll get the keys.

Why you blowing up our world?

I'm in the spotlight here
thanks to Margaret.

What better place
to build our brand?

You're just trying to get
your new mom's attention.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Did you follow me here?

What can I say?

I'm intrepid.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Yo, she's not receiving.

♪ ♪

Nice suit.

♪ ♪

Margaret?

MARGARET: I've made a real mess,
haven't I, Franklin?

FRANKLIN (whispering
forcefully): Margaret!

What?

‐FRANKLIN (whispering): Bob.
‐(whispering) Bob?

♪ ♪

MARGARET: (gasps)

Oh, Bob!

Oh, it's so nice to see you.

(coughs)

Oh, forgive me.
I know, smoking kills.

You still in remission?

Uh, yes. Thank God.

Well, we are delighted

to distribute your books
on SunnyClub.

Margaret, I've known you
for years.

Are those girls
through school yet?

One out.

The other one's studying
to be an oncologist.

You inspired her
in your own way.

I can't front
the production costs

without the subscriber
guarantee,

and your numbers
are far below projections.

‐For now. ‐Now is all I have.

I'm sorry. I'm out.

We've had this relationship
for 20 years.

This was a dream of mine
and Eugene's and yours.

Mm‐hmm.

MARGARET: You can't
abandon it now.

All I need is time‐‐
just a few weeks, that's all.

(sobs)

‐Fine. ‐(gasps)

You have a day.
It's all I can do.

Sorry I can't do you better.

Thank you for the reprieve.
(crying)

BOB: (sighs) Okay, yeah.

It feels like I've lost
both my parents.

My father's dead.

My mother doesn't love me.

She loves you, baby.

She just doesn't act like it...

right now.

She lost her husband, Eric.

She's erratic, untethered.

She cannot be blamed
for misguided actions

stemming from sorrow.

I forsake her.

I forsake all of them.

You two are my family now,

you and our child, that's it.

God didn't make a man
to snivel and whine.

Your dedication to my sister
and me is admirable,

but dishonoring your mother,

that's shortsighted.

I thought that's
what you'd want.

Leave some generosity
in your heart for her weakness,

and lead her home.

(upbeat hip‐hop music)

♪ ♪

♪ D, D‐Wade and LeBron ♪

♪ D‐Wade and LeBron ♪

‐♪ D‐Wade and LeBron ♪
‐♪ They don't play like I play ♪

ROSE: Hey.

Hi. (chuckles) Hello.

Sorry, we're not selling today.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm looking for Jason.

Is he here?

‐AUGIE: Uh...
‐Oh, she don't know.

That's so sad.

She doesn't know what?

Um, there was
a bad car accident.

He's in a coma.

They don't think
he's gonna make it.

What?

(upbeat music)

♪ ♪

GINGER: (sighs)

Now, you grew up
in Las Vegas and then‐‐

Well, Vegas is my past.

I want to talk about my future.

I hope to replicate
the success of SinWagon

right here in the Big Easy.

Do you know the circumstances

of how Eugene Monreaux
met your mom?

They met and fell in love.

I started SinWagon‐‐

I don't do puff pieces, Ginger.

Okay?

(tape recorder clicks)

Why did she keep you a secret?

Do you know anything
about why you are who you are?

(somber music)

Your mother accepted
no type of payout, no NDA.

♪ ♪

She‐‐

she didn't want to hurt Eugene.

Why is she so scared to be here?

♪ ♪

You need to leave.

(tape recorder clicks)

When you want to get real,

you call me.

♪ ♪

(door clicks open and shut)

(dramatic music playing)

♪ Down the Via Dolorosa ♪

♪ Called the way of suffering ♪

♪ Like a lamb came the Messiah ♪

♪ Christ the King ♪

♪ But He chose
to walk that road ♪

Oh, I love that one.

(sighs)

You make Sandi Patty proud,
Paul.

This is my personal
communion time.

I brought you
some maple bacon muffins.

Mucus from the gluten
messes with my placement.

‐MARGARET: Aww. ‐Singer thing.

Well, I'll just
leave them here for guests.

You ever have guests, Paul?

It's time for my snack,
Brother Corley.

You got it.

What do you want, Margaret?

Well, my, uh‐‐my fans,
they're losing faith.

I blew it.

And you were... right.

This all could've been quiet,
contained, controlled

had you listened to my advice.

Then absolve me, Paul.

Ask everyone to forgive Eugene.
Ask everyone to forgive me.

They'll listen to you.

We don't want 'em to listen.

We want to galvanize them.

We need a show,

a living, breathing,
visceral show.

I'm listening.

I wanna baptize Ginger
on my show.

(chuckles) Ginger?

Well...

I can get Antonio to do it,

maybe even Jason if I can
track him down, but Ginger,

she's unpredictable.

The redemption story is
the very basis of Christianity.

Saving souls like hers,
that's what you and I

were put on this earth to do.

If takes a few tries, that's
even better for programming.

Whether she's a good girl
or a bad one,

either way, we win.

Deliver Ginger,
and I can deliver you.

What will that cost me?

Eric.

He's not ready to be CEO.

Neither are you.

He's hurting, Margaret.

He needs to know
that you believe in him.

Put him in charge
of the missions.

It'll show him that
you see him as a man,

a man worthy
of his father's great works.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

I have to confess, when you
kissed me, I felt something.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

My whole life,
I have tried to be good,

and in that moment, I was bad.

And I wanted to be bad.

But I'm‐‐I'm just so sorry

that I made you feel so guilty.

‐JASON: Don't be sorry.
‐Oh, my God! (screams)

Don't worry.
You're not gonna wake him up.

♪ ♪

He's in a coma.

♪ ♪

(upbeat music)

Rose, Rose, Rose.

Yeah, okay, I'm Rose.
Who are you?

My name is Mark.

‐Mark? ‐Yeah.

But you can call me Jason

if you're more comfortable
with that.

ROSE: (scoffs)

Everybody always confused us
growing up, okay?

And we don't have any
of the same genes, but...

Our whole lives, it was like
we were the same person,

so it didn't feel like
such a bad thing

pretending to be my brother.

Don't y'all have lawyers?

No, we don't have lawyers.

And in the will, it states,

"Any living children
who can prove paternity."

And he's not gonna make it,
so...

the whole will thing
is kind of mute.

I think you mean "moot,"

although both words
do kind of apply.

At least you don't have
to feel bad about

having the hots
for your brother.

You are a liar.

You are a greedy liar.

Just like my father.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

ELLIE: Are you ready to go home?

(chuckles) Ooh.

♪ ♪

I'm scared.
I have a lot to answer for.

You can't start out
on the road to redemption

until we wash away
your original sin.

When did you first sin, Eugene?

When I was born.

That's a Sunday school answer.

You're a big boy.

When did you first bite
that forbidden fruit?

Stop speaking in riddles.

(grunts)

The first time you looked
at her with lust...

was the first betrayal.

And all the fruit thereafter.

The women.

The children too.

Your children need you.

But first, son,

you must reclaim your salvation.

‐(upbeat music)
‐♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

(horn honks)

♪ ♪

‐You need to go. ‐Hmm?

♪ ♪

You too, sweetie.

♪ There's time for that ♪

(horn honking)

♪ ♪

Welcome to N'Awlins,
my little chickadees!

Yes, come on up.
Come on up here.

(all hooting and hollering)

Thank you for the check,
Ms. Monreaux.

I really appreciate it.

Antonio, I'm so grateful
for how kind you've been.

Being kind to you is easy.

ERIC: ♪ Be rolled back ♪

♪ As a scroll ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The trumpet shall sound ♪

He can really sing. It's nice.

It is nice.

Why don't you take the rest
of the day off?

I'll do that. Thank you.

ERIC: ♪ Even so ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ With my soul ♪

♪ ♪

I missed you at the meeting.

Thank God you've been blessed

with three new children
to fill the gap.

Eric, I know you're angry.
You have every right to be.

But without your father,
I don't know how to fix this.

You gotta tell me
how to make this right.

What am I supposed to do, Mom?

'Cause I don't know
where to begin.

Everything I've ever known
to be true...

Isn't true anymore.

How can I teach my kid
what's right

when the whole world is a lie?

No, son.

What our family built,
it will endure,

but that won't happen
without you.

We need your
unquestionable moral clarity

to lead our charitable missions.

But that's Daddy's job.

Not anymore.

(chuckles)

I promise
I'll make you so proud.

I already am proud.

(tender music)

ERIC: (cries)
I'm sorry I've... been so petty.

Shh.

God, I just‐‐

I miss him so much, you know?

ROSE: Though you have not
seen Him, you love Him.

And even if you do not see Him
now, you believe in Him

and you are receiving
the goal of your faith:

the salvation of your soul.

(dramatic music)

I'm sorry that I never knew you.

♪ ♪

You're‐‐you're his mom.

Oh, I'm so sorry

for whatever my family
must have put you through, I‐‐

Both of my boys are adopted.

I only know your dad from TV.

Mark lied to you
because I asked him to.

♪ ♪

The medical bills
have been staggering,

and we just can't keep up.

And then the summons arrived.

We never meant any harm.

♪ ♪

‐(upbeat music)
‐♪ Lord, turn it up ♪

♪ Break it down ♪

♪ Lord, get it goin' ♪

♪ You got to, got to,
gotta get gone ♪

♪ And you know
the rhythm's hot ♪

♪ And you know
that we won't stop ♪

♪ You got to scream and shout ♪

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

(women clamoring)

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, Ginger's upstairs
and to the left.

Well, uh, actually,
I'm here to see her mother.

‐Oh, she's in the bar. ‐Ah.

Uh, can we get a selfie
with you?

‐Uh... ‐Just, like, so quick?

With the whole team?

Of course.

Okay. Ready?

‐One, two, three. ‐Oh.

♪ ♪

(door squeaks)

This is cozy.

Is that a martini?

There's no vermouth.

I always order my martinis
very cold,

hold the vermouth.

That's just vodka.

Your point?

If you came here
for my daughter,

you can't have her.

Well, what I've experienced
of your daughter,

she's got a will of her own.

I bet she got that from you.

‐She got it from you.
‐(chuckles)

Plopped in front of that TV.

Hanging on every word you said,

every bit of scripture
you quoted.

I raised my daughter,

but you inspired her.

And our work is not done.

What I believe
Ginger deserves is...

a new life.

And that starts with
the sacrament of baptism.

In fact, I have an idea.

We could do that
on the Reverend's show.

(sighs)

Oh, that would bring us
so much peace.

(scoffs)

That's what her father
would've wanted.

GINGER: Well, who needs AA

when you've got
Margaret Monreaux?

Mom, let's go.

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

Mom.

♪ Down Pioneer Square ♪

♪ And I left his body there ♪

‐(dramatic music)
‐(woman humming)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Hello, Mamí.

Siete‐‐Melón.

Ocho, nueve.

ANTONIO: (smooches)
Here's the check, Mamí.

♪ And the next, and the next ♪

You did damn good.
Damn good, mi'jo.

‐Did you go out looking today?
‐YOPI: Yeah.

I went down to the Bywater.

Real up‐and‐coming neighborhood.

Lot of hipsters
and fun stores too.

I found a two‐bedroom shotgun.

ANTONIO: Yeah?

Can you believe they call
a house a shotgun down here?

Surprisingly affordable too.

I filled out an application,
so with the check,

we can give 'em
a deposit tomorrow.

Hmm? Right?

Vamos.
You haven't worked out all day.

♪ ♪

(hissing)

Look down.

Smile, smile.

Make her think she's
the best mamí you've ever had.

♪ ♪

Huh?
She's up against the ropes now.

You'll be the last man standing.

Stay in the fight,
stay in the fight, con huevos!

Sí, sí!

Más, más, más, más, más!

I only ever had one
religious experience.

How much did you have
to drink beforehand?

It was the morning after

I first made love
to your father.

Please don't say "made love."

I was in the bath.

And he wanted to know
why I wore so much makeup.

"I want to see you," he said.

So I went under and came up
looking like a hot mess...

(chuckles) I'm sure.

And your father said,

"There you are."

He baptized me that day.

I never did that for you.

Why are you talking like this?

Margaret, she wants
to baptize you,

on TV.

Well, that's stupid.

TINA: I know you.

Those cameras?

It's what you want.

I don't trust her.

You're not only better off
with Margaret.

You're safer.

She can protect you
in a way I never could.

(upbeat music)

Sloe gin fizz‐‐my grandma
loved them when I was little.

Uh, where are you going?

The bar.

Go back to your rooms
and get to work.

No clientele.

How's that?

We went dark for three days.

The competition undercut us.

They went for the kill.

We dead.

Come on, girls.

‐♪ Doctor, doctor ♪
‐♪ Give me some help ♪

♪ I'm having trouble
controlling myself ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

‐♪ Doctor, doctor ♪
‐♪Give me the cure ♪

♪ I got the love fever
for sure ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

Maybe it is time to be reborn.

(knock at door)

Yeah?

♪ ♪

You're not a liar.

Well, no, you are, but...

you're not the bad kind.

Uh, thank you, I think?

Are you moving?

I'm shutting down.

The pot business has gotten
really corporate here,

and, you know,

can't really compete
with billionaires.

So become one.

Just...

move back to New Orleans,

keep lying the good lie,

and get everything you can
for your family.

I've lived my whole life

with everyone knowing
everything about me, so...

What they don't know about me
might just save me.

(soft music)

We therefore
were buried with him

through baptism into death

in order that we, too,
may live a new life.

Today we bury Ginger Sweet.

♪ ♪

You have a future
with this family.

I can see it.

I can see it too.

♪ ♪

ELLIE: This day on,
old things is new.

Ginger Sweet,

you have opened
your heart to the Lord.

You'll serve Him as your Savior

and upon the profession
of your faith.

ELLIE: I baptize you
in the name of Christ

for the washing away
of your sins.

THOMAS: In the name
of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

I baptize you.

♪ ♪

Just as Jesus was coming up
out of the water,

He saw heaven being torn open...

(both gasp)

THOMAS: And the Spirit
descending on Him like a dove.

♪ ♪

Amen.

(upbeat music)

Holy hooters,
I can see her areolas.

♪ ♪

where we guarantee
you will rise again.

Cut the feed.

Cut the feed!

Do I just‐‐do I call a cab?

Do you even have a phone here?

Walk thataway, and keep walking.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

But I'm lost out here.

The path to glory will find you.

Just keep walking.

♪ ♪

Go on.

♪ ♪

THOMAS: I'm humbled
by the spectacle

you saw on this stage yesterday.

Like you, I was alarmed by the‐‐

let's call it what it was:
blasphemy.

But do not cast a stone
upon the sinner,

for it's women like Ginger Sweet

who remind us, the faithful,

that we are at war
with the devil.

We are engaged in a battle
for her soul,

and we will win.

(upbeat music)

We must come together now

as one Sunshine Network mission.

♪ ♪

Subscribe to SunnyClub today,

and join God's winning team.

NORAH: You did it.

Eight million and counting.

The Reverend saved you. Whoo.

You know that's the Lord's work.

The Reverend said we'd win
either way,

and he was right.

(faint cheering)

When did winning mean
losing your conscience?

You stayed above it
longer than most.

And for better or for worse,

today was a good day.

Book Ginger on Wings of a Dove.

♪ ♪

Be good for her.

Be good for everyone.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Now that we've
got their attention,

we're gonna keep it.

♪ ♪

Time to save some souls, girls.

Hit it, bitches.

You're pushing your luck.

When you play to win...

♪ ♪

(computer chiming)

Help me, I've fallen.

Please take me back to heaven.

MAN: (chuckles) It's really
weird seeing you like that.

(chuckles)

Well, we're, um,
trying a new thing here.

The wings
freak me out a little bit.

Yeah.

(chuckles) Me too.

How are you?

Better now
that I'm looking at you.

You always make me feel
so special.

You are special.

So when are you gonna
let me see you?

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

‐WOMAN: He's dangerous.
‐YOPI: Right? Claro. (laughs)

Okay, we'll party later.
Oh, my God.

Those girls,
they are such a riot.

It's like a sorority
of the most loudmouth,

ass‐kicking, sexiest broads.

What happened to the apartment?

Pero don't hate me,
melón de mi corazón.

I owed a little money to a guy,

but we're square now, so...

the world's gonna
be our oyster por vida.

‐You want some soup?
‐I hate soup.

Well, that's new.

I hate canned soup.

Don't be mad at me.

Okay? Come here.

Come on.

You're okay. Margaret loves you.

Hmm?

You're gonna get
another check next week.

And then we're getting
out of here?

Stop it.

(soft music)

I can't believe you drove
all the way to Colorado.

I don't know if you heard,
but our private plane crashed.

You could've just flown
commercial, but‐‐

(chuckles)
No, I don't fly commercial.

And neither do you anymore.

♪ ♪

EUGENE: Keep walking.

Keep walking.

Just keep walking.

Keep walking.

♪ ♪

Keep walking, Eugene.

FRANKLIN: I talked
to that reporter kid.

I learned some really
bothersome things about Eugene.

That's a disease that seems
to be contagious.

He wanted to know
if I could think of anyone

who wanted Eugene dead.

He said planes
just don't fall out of the sky.

They do if God wants them to.

♪ ♪