Palm Royale
Created by: Abe Sylvia
Based on: Mr. & Mrs. American Pie by Juliet McDaniel
Stars: Kristen Wiig (Maxine Dellacorte-Simmons), Ricky Martin (Robert Diaz), Josh Lucas (Douglas Darby Dellacorte-Simmons), Leslie Bibb (Dinah Donohue), Amber Chardae Robinson (Virginia), Laura Dern (Linda Shaw/Penelope Rollins), Allison Janney (Evelyn Rollins), Carol Burnett (Norma Dellacorte)
Premise: Set in 1969, outsider Maxine Dellacorte-Simmons (Kristen Wiig) strives to attain a place in the high society of Palm Beach, Florida, through the town’s most exclusive country club, the Palm Royale, in the process learning what she will and won’t do to achieve this.
Season 2 – Episode 2
Episode title: Maxine Serves a Swerve
Original air date: November 19, 2025 (Apple TV+)
Episode plot: To secure her freedom, Linda provides Maxine with blackmail material against powerful officials, and gives her control of the Rollins estate. Learning of the $82 million Dellacorte trust, Maxine spitefully serves Douglas with divorce papers. Dinah has already inherited Axel’s estate and reunites with Perry, while Evelyn and Eddie are happily wed. Having given Douglas the blackmail information by mistake, Maxine enlists Ann and Virginia’s help, but Douglas gives Perry the documents to look over. Spotting Mary, Maxine chases her into the tunnels connecting to the Palm Royale, and emerges at the Dellacorte mansion, grappling with Douglas’s decision to marry Mitzi. Perry gives the damaging documents to the Secret Service, who instruct him to kill Linda. Instead, Dinah and the collective break Linda out, swapping her with Axel’s corpse, and Maxine and Linda flee into the tunnels. They encounter Mary, Ann, and Virginia, who help them escape, and Douglas flies Linda to Cuba. Hiding at the Palm Royale’s secret apartment for disgraced socialites, Maxine is surprised to find a portrait of Douglas’s mother, while Norma has a recovering Robert moved to her mansion.
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Palm Royale – S02E02 – Maxine Serves a Swerve | Transcript
Just tell me if you’re good.
I’m fine. I’m so good…
Okay.
…at real estate.
What?
Look, listen.
Just… the less you say, the better.
I know that.
You again?
Me again.
You would think the US government would be smarter than to entrust the interrogation of a would-be assassin to Palm Beach’s head meter maid.
Special Agent trainee now.
I guess framing upstart heiresses comes with certain career advantages.
Did you attempt to assassinate President Richard Nixon?
I tried to do the opposite, and it landed me here.
Because I looked the part.
Am I a woman? Guilty.
Am I a radical woman? Guilty.
If you wanna charge me for those things, have at it.
I’m guilty of all of it.
You feel better?
She just went on and on.
Didn’t get anything usable.
We’ll be the judge of that.
God and country are in your debt.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with a bombshell report out of Florida, where Linda Shaw, the prime suspect in the assassination attempt on President Nixon, turned her interrogation into a manifesto.
When asked directly about her role in the attempt on the president’s life, here’s what she had to say.
I’m guilty of all of it.
We’ll bring you more of this developing story, but for now please enjoy Petticoat Junction already in progress.
In Palm Beach, the real battles are fought in the offseason.
Battle plans are hatched.
Alliances are forged.
Coups and countercoups abound.
It’s modern, Perry.
Axel was very forward-thinking.
Wow.
And now we’re the forward ones.
Power is consolidated.
And it was high time to reclaim mine.
Put it down, John Henry.
Well, then I just wanna plunge this rusty pike straight into Douglas.
Now don’t make me regret signing you out of the booby hatch.
I’m not going to hurt you.
I’m your conservator.
And it’s in your best interest to hand the weapon to me.
Just take it.
I’m having such awful thoughts, Evelyn.
Awful. Lots of them.
Maxine, have you learned nothing?
In Palm Beach, we swallow our rage.
I can’t, Evelyn.
It’s too big. I’ll choke on it.
Darling, that’s what quaaludes and vodka are for.
Come with me.
It’s time we start planning your exile.
That’s how we do it here.
Women in your situation disappear for a season.
Disappear, meaning?
Go abroad.
Take the waters in Baden-Baden.
As your conservator, I give you permission to travel to Tuscany and eat a tomato that changes your life.
Or if travel is beyond your mental capacity, you can always hole up in the disgraced socialite apartment
on the top floor of the Palm Royale.
Hole up?
Either way, after nine months, you reappear with a new face or a new husband after next season’s scandals have eclipsed your own.
How about Douglas travels somewhere and tries a tomato, and I stay here with you?
Keep up the crazy talk, Maxine.
I’ll march you right back to the bin.
Happens to be where I’m going now anyway.
Going to see Linda. Poor thing.
Charged with a crime she didn’t commit.
Yes. What a terrible tragedy.
It’s a whole mess.
If we could just find Mary, all this would go away.
That’s what I’m afraid of.
All of this would just go away.
Free Linda now!
Free Linda now! Free Linda now!
A litany of Lindas.
Hello.
That’s strange.
Free Linda now! Free Linda now!
Sorry.
Rita.
What in the heck is going on around here?
Isn’t it obvious?
No, not to me.
All I see is a bunch of bad wigs and corduroy and…
If they can do this to Linda, they can do it to any of us.
We’re all Linda now.
Hey, Kevin.
Maxine!
I can’t believe it.
Oh, thank God one of us is free.
Oh, honey.
Thanks, Kevin.
All right, then.
Sweet.
He’s so nice.
He lingers. Yeah.
Oh, dear.
Oh, Linda. I cannot believe that you have been framed.
It is awful.
It is palpably, inconceivably awful.
All the great martyrs of the world have been framed.
Think of it. Joan of Arc, Galileo, Jesus himself.
I’m not comparing, obviously.
Just saying it’s okay.
Do you need anything?
Clean clothes? Moisturizer?
The revolution will not be moisturized, Maxine.
I would argue that a good skincare regime can cross all political divides.
You hear that?
Hear that sound?
That sound is the sound of centuries of oppression rising up in a single voice to say, “We know injustice when we see it.”
Tha…
And… Well, it’s dying down.
But… Well, I can’t really hear them now.
Did they… Did they go on a lunch break?
Maybe they’re just having a little snack.
But…
There it is.
See? It’s-It’s all… it’s all working out.
Oh, Linda.
Stop worrying, okay?
I’m gonna get you out of here if it’s the last thing I do.
But you know, there’s a lot of press out there.
And that’s good.
Oh, and Kevin told me that Joan Baez is coming to sing later, which is pretty groovy.
I’m not familiar, but that’s wonderful.
You’ll see.
And they’ll see what one small voice from a padded cell next to a morgue in the basement of an insane asylum can do.
Wow.
Bravo, Linda.
See?
That was beautiful.
I just wanna make sure that you fully fathom the fact that you have pled guilty to trying to kill the president of these United States.
Maxine, they’re gonna kill me, right?
God. Oh, my God.
They’re gonna use the electric chair.
And that just feels so not me.
No. Don’t you worry.
I’m gonna find that fugitive, Mary Davidsoul, and exonerate you.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I’m gonna die.
Just leave every little tiny thing to me.
I’m listening.
The Rolodex.
Not Norma’s Rolodex.
I burned that.
No, no. I kn… I know you burned it.
But I also know you’ve got all that dirt on all those high-level government officials locked up here.
Write it down.
Look, if we don’t produce Mary in the next 24 hours, we’ll threaten to release this little dossier to the press.
Yeah, all those government officials, About to get you out of here.
So, they’re trying to frame me, and we’ll frame them right back?
Exactly.
Maxine, you’re a genius.
Get to writing.
Okay, okay.
You’re right.
I can never forget some of this.
Him?
Oh, my.
Shiny Sheet, please hold.
How can I help you?
I would like to take out a full-page advertisement in the paper, offering $75,000 to anyone who has information leading to the capture of fugitive Mary Davidsoul.
No questions asked.
Don’t waste your money, Maxine.
Mary’s long gone.
Evelyn, what in blazes?
I am here to demand an immediate retraction of this scandalous so-called “blind item.”
“Guess which long-in-the-tooth recently widowed socialite was seen out and about with her boytoy tennis pro”?
That’s her.
That’s you.
Ding, ding, dingaling.
I’m gonna need a full retraction of this salacious claptrap.
You’re welcome to wait for Miss Holiday. She should be in shortly.
Absolutely not. I have to be at City Hall at 3:00 on the dot.
Let me see what I can do.
Thank you.
What about my advertisement?
That was $75,000.
That’s an awful lot of cash, Maxine.
How are you planning to get your hands on that kind of money?
Well, as of 12:00 noon today, Linda has made me the official conservator of the Rollins estate.
You’re the conservator of me?
Well… you’re the conservator of me.
But, like, yes, I’m in charge of the money.
But you’re in charge of me.
So you’re in charge of your money.
It’s just through me.
Oh, no.
Fuck!
I will never do anything nice for anyone ever again.
I don’t think that’s the lesson you should take away from this.
As your conservator, Maxine, I advise you to zip it.
Off to City Hall, huh?
What for? Jury duty?
Traffic court?
I must say, this silent treatment is making my antenna go straight to Jupiter.
You should know.
But the thing is… rich people don’t pay their traffic tickets.
And they certainly don’t do their civic duty.
In fact, they stay clear of City Hall unless…
You’re getting married.
Don’t be ridiculous.
You are wearing emeralds before 5:00 p.m., ma’am.
I do not have bricks for brains.
Kudos, Sherlock. Yes, I’m getting married.
Are you happy?
Evelyn, am I happy?
Oh, congratulations.
It’s Eddie, right? Just confirming?
Simmer, poppet.
This is a marriage of convenience.
It’s purely transactional.
He needs a green card, and I’m feeling verdant.
Yeah? What do you say I open the Rollins checkbook, and you and I go to Ceil’s?
Of all the sugar daddies in the world, I get stuck with you.
Not too pink?
You look like a piece of cake.
It’s the shade that announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, curtain up on my second act.”
Wow, it’s so romantic.
Even though I find myself engulfed in a murderous rage, I still believe in love.
Ladies, you must excuse me for a minute.
I have to assist with a delicate fitting.
A client who’s mourning her fiancé while still wishing to remain attractive to her husband.
I think I know who that is.
Congratulations.
If it isn’t the black widow herself.
I had nothing to do with the death of my fiancé.
He was 91.
Well, people talk.
Not me, of course. But I do listen.
Grayman, may the widow have the perch?
Perch.
Oh, Grayman, Maxine will also need the divorcée trousseau for her upcoming exile.
Not a moment too soon.
Fetch the black Givenchy hooded cape.
Like Winky von Trapp wore after her 5150.
Perch.
Well, you can shut your von Trapp.
And there’ll be no hood covering my hive.
In these bleak times, I… I lean on color.
Very well.
Granted, Douglas and I have gone through a bit of a rough patch.
But I can assure you no matter what, he… he still loves me.
It’s not about love.
It’s business.
The fabled Dellacorte Generation-Skipping Trust.
What?
Evelyn Rollins.
I’m here for my marriage license.
See, Norma thought Doug and Penelope would pop a bun out of the oven and all that money would start to flow.
But then Douglas ran off and married you, and, of course, you turned out to be more barren than the Arctic Steppe.
That’s it. That’s why Norma hates me.
It’s not because of the baby.
It’s because of the money.
Widow Rosenhips.
Here to pick up the death certificate.
Did Douglas know about this trust?
Do you think Norma would trust dumdum after he ran off with Miss Pigeon Forge here?
She disowned him.
Thank God Maxine came back to Palm Beach and introduced Doug to Mitzi.
Otherwise that money might have stayed there forever.
Now it’s back in play.
Oh. Most would see that as cold comfort.
Evelyn, how much money are we talking?
In round numbers?
Well, let’s see.
It was hovering around the low 70s when Doug and Penelope were together.
Compounded with interest over time…
I’d say, my best guess, it sits around 80 now.
Wow, 80,000 smackers.
That’s nothing to sneeze at.
That would be 80 million.
Mill… Million?
As in million?
Meet up with you ladies later.
Do you have all kinds of paperwork here?
Since when do you have a seaplane?
Maxine.
You’re out.
Oh, yes. Yes. I’m out. I’m very much out.
Do you care to explain?
Did you get the days wrong? Huh? The time?
Did your calendar catch on fire?
Maxine, I’m so sorry.
I was… I was planning on picking you up.
Of course I was.
In what? Five years? Ten years?
What were you gonna do, Douglas?
Just leave me rotting in there like Dominique de Marché?
Look, I know that I make you crazy.
Well, Douglas, that is true.
So I am about to do the craziest thing I’ve ever done.
Divorce papers.
I had a county clerk write them up.
Consider yourself served.
You’re asking me for a divorce?
All this time you have gotten your power from me.
And I didn’t see it, but now I do.
And I’m gonna take that power, and I’m gonna shove it right back inside myself.
Oh, Maxine, this is very ill-timed.
Now that Norma’s out of her stupor and we can’t use the house for the club anymore, Pinky’s got me running back and forth, taking cigars to Cuba.
I gotta do another run tonight.
Good news is I think your business troubles are gonna work out.
You see, I have on good authority, you’re back in Norma’s will.
That’s everything.
The house contents, buckets of cash.
And I also have it on even better authority that, once your child is born, there’ll be even more buckets of cash.
So here’s what’s gonna happen.
I’m gonna divorce you.
And you’re gonna marry Mitzi.
And she’s gonna have that baby.
And you are gonna give me half of every bucket that you have.
You don’t really want me to marry Mitzi.
You know what’s funny?
All day all I wanted to do was kill you.
And now all I wanna do is punish you.
For everything you’ve done.
For knocking up my friend.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, not just to bear witness to the union of two souls in a perfect alignment, but to celebrate love in all of its irregular forms.
Love is a commitment…
Ann, I’m so happy you’re here.
Look at her. She’s positively dewy.
It’s like she’s lit from within.
Glowing.
Do you, Evelyn Marie Rollins, take this man, Eduardo Miguel Martinez, to be your lawfully wedded husband?
To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?
Yes, I do. Yes, yes, I do.
And do you, Eduardo Miguel Martinez, take this woman, Evelyn Marie Rollins, to be your lawfully wedded wife?
To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?
Of course I do.
As you embark on this journey together…
They look so happy.
Reminds me of when Douglas and I got married.
We were so in love.
That was before I wanted to drive a railroad spike through his still-beating heart.
By the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
That’s a little X-rated.
Oh, any word on Mary?
Not a peep.
She’s probably halfway to Bolivia by now.
Well, if they haven’t found her in the next 24 hours, I got a plan B.
What’s plan B?
Just a little thing that’s gonna blow the roof off the…
Dissolution of marriage?
Oh, sorry, no, not yours.
Maxine.
Oh, Ann.
If I did what I think I just did, I-I’ve given my soon-to-be ex-husband some information that will…
Well, it’s gonna put Linda in even more danger.
We can call law enforcement.
No. No, I don’t wanna involve those scoundrels.
We might know a non-scoundrel.
No way, José.
I’ve already been humiliated down to desk duty.
And that FBI Ken doll has everyone convinced that Linda is the one who fired the gun.
They won’t even put any resources towards Mary.
But this is Linda that we’re talking about.
You have to help her.
Hey, it is your duty.
Don’t tell me what my duty is.
And Linda don’t want my help.
She won’t even talk to me.
I have very deep pockets courtesy of the Rollins estate, and I’m happy to empty them in your direction.
Are you trying to bribe me?
Don’t be silly, of course I am.
So you wanna add dirty Palm Beach money on top of everything I’m already in trouble for?
Oh, it’s not dirty. It’s clean.
Made off the backs of hardworking railway laborers working out there
in the hot sun
Please stop talking.
Deputize me.
Deputize me.
Nobody knows the mean streets of Palm Beach better than Ann Holiday.
It’s true.
This ain’t Mayberry, Ann.
This place is a lot darker than you two could know.
Please.
Fine, I’ll do one more sweep of the crime scene, but you need to get that paper back from your no-count husband.
Yeah.
You know he’s not the sharpest tack in the drawer.
Well, Douglas may not be book smart, but he’s street smart.
What street?
Idiot Avenue?
Comedian.
Maxine served me divorce papers.
Oh, I didn’t think the old gal had it in her.
Neither did I.
Now, I do know a real barracuda who’ll have Maxine living in a box under an overpass when all’s said and done.
No, Perry, nothing like that.
I… I know what people say about me, that I’m a terrible person.
Take the card.
Okay. Here.
You want me to take a look?
Yeah. You mind if I?
No. Have at.
Wow, this is bad.
I couldn’t even make myself look at it.
I just… I couldn’t take it.
Let me pass this along to the barracuda, huh?
Okay. Thanks, Perry.
Yeah.
Mary, every branch of law enforcement is looking for you.
I’m a wanted woman in more ways than one.
I have taken a lover.
Oh, my God.
Oh, not a corporeal one, of course.
A ghost lover.
It’s the ghost of a bootlegger.
For a dead man, he is very virile.
Mary, get back in there and lay off the sauce.
Evelyn.
Has Douglas called?
I’ve been leaving messages for him all over town.
This is pathetic.
You served Douglas his papers, right?
There might have been a weensy hink in the process.
So I gotta stay by the phone in case he calls.
You ready to go?
Hey.
Maybe we shouldn’t go out tonight.
Are you ashamed to be seen with me?
Oh, n… Oh, no, it’s not you, it’s-it’s…
Maxine.
If you would afford me and my new husband some privacy on our wedding night.
Who am I to stand in the way of new love?
As of tonight, I won’t be a bother to anyone.
Promise.
Let’s go to dinner, darling.
Where are you going?
The club.
Don’t be here when I get back.
All right.
Please call.
Please call.
Is someone there?
No.
Mary!
Squawk.
Mary Davidsoul!
You un-portraitize yourself this instant!
What the heck is this place?
Mary, Mary, listen, please.
This is not a game.
You have to come out, and you have to save Linda.
No, Mary!
You’ll never catch me alive.
Mary!
Mary?
Mary.
Wait!
Mary!
Mary!
Mary!
The Rollins connects to the Palm Royale?
The disgraced socialites’ apartment.
Jungle Gardenia.
Mary!
Mary!
What?
It’s like a poem.
All roads lead to the Dellacorte.
Maxine, why are you in the floor?
Douglas.
Oh, just the man at just the time.
Listen, I…
I need those divorce papers back.
First you ask me for…
No, tell me that we’re getting a divorce.
Two hours later, you pop through the floor to take it back.
Maxine, you’re giving me whiplash here.
No, no, no. No, no.
It’s not what it seems.
I still want a divorce.
Then I want my engagement ring back.
This is my ring.
You plighted your troth with it.
Before I plighted with you, I used it to troth with P… Linda.
Jesus Christ.
Where are you going?
Well, as long as I’m here, I’m gathering my things.
Maxine.
Maxine.
Why are my beloved belongings in a heap on the floor?
Norma’s moving back in here.
She just wanted to clear space in the closet.
Max, that was my mother’s ring.
It’s all I have left of her.
And I need it for Mitzi.
You’re proposing.
You told me to.
Will you be kneeling?
‘Cause don’t want you to forget you got that little catch in your left knee.
Wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself on such an important moment in your young lives.
You know, when you’re telling your children, you don’t wanna have to say, “Daddy’s bum knee got locked up when he was proposing to Mommy and he had to roll over on his side to get up on his feet again.”
My children?
Wow. I never even thought past this one.
Sure. Why stop at one?
You’ve always wanted a big family, lots of kids.
Something I couldn’t give you.
Mitzi can.
I’m not surprised you have feelings for her.
Is it so terrible for me to have feelings for the mother of my child?
That is allowed.
Yes.
Yes, that’s allowed.
You said to marry her, have the baby, and get the money.
That’s what you said you wanted.
Well, is it what Mitzi wants?
Have you even asked her?
You just assume this young, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her wants to just throw her future away for you?
That never even crossed your mind, did it?
Poor Douglas.
You still think you’re the prize, don’t you?
Well, I guess that’s my fault.
I just want things to be simple.
Don’t say simple like it’s something to go back to.
Things were never simple.
I just made you feel like they were.
You can leave out the front door.
The hole in the floor will do me just fine.
Can I have my ring, please?
You give me my divorce papers, and I will give you back your godforsaken, third-time-is-probably-not-a-charm ring.
I don’t have the papers anymore.
I gave them to Perry.
Oh, God. They couldn’t be in worse hands.
The ring. Please.
Oh, screw your mother’s ring!
And screw the Dellacortes!
Auntie Norma, do you think Douglas likes me?
Do you like him?
I don’t know him, if I’m being honest.
With Douglas, you can write your ticket without any of those pesky feelings.
You are that rare and lucky woman whose marriage will never be a prison but a ticket to freedom.
With Maxine, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve betrayed something unspoken.
I want to be the kind of woman who helps other women, like you or Evelyn Rollins.
Evelyn Rollins helps only herself.
Maxine is free.
What?
She is?
She went to that terrible place because I did something terrible, but Evelyn Rollins saved her.
That’s the kind of heroism the world needs more of, isn’t it?
Norma.
Doug.
Mitzi.
Doug.
Mitzi, I need to know, do you want any of this?
This life? Our family? Me?
I guess it would be a real powerful maybe.
Maybe even a yes.
Mitzi…
I’m off to retrieve Axel for cremation, and after, meet for drinks at the club?
Perry! Put that down.
Don’t you dare make me a double black widow.
Dougie gave me an envelope filled with intel that could have screwed Nixon’s pooch.
I did what any patriot would.
I passed it along to that Secret Service guy, Clune.
Why in heavens?
I wanted to be back in the mix, babe.
I wanted to be somebody worth something to the someones who really matter.
Before I knew it, he gives me this.
Tells me to Jack Ruby Linda.
Jack Ruby? Of the Penobscot Rubys?
No, the guy who… who shot Lee Harvey Oswald so he wouldn’t talk.
But why you?
I’m the perfect patsy.
They want me to shoot Linda when they’re moving her from the psych ward to the federal pen, and then once I’ve offed her, they’re gonna disappear us.
Most likely to a tract home in Scranton.
I’m not changing my name again to live amidst the Mennonites after pulling off the biggest monetary coup in Palm Beach history.
Dinah.
Dinah.
Dinah. Who are you calling?
RollinsMartinez mansion. Maxine speaking.
Maxine.
We have a Linda problem.
Free Linda now! Free Linda now!
Linda!
Please tell me you’ve found Mary.
Well, while I was asserting myself in a way that I think would’ve made you proud, I sort of accidentally gave our insurance policy to Douglas, who accidentally gave it to Perry, who purposefully gave it to Nixon, who told Perry to shoot you.
First, let me say it’s really nice that you were able to take control of your own narrative in your way, and for that I am proud of you.
And now I am going to die.
Maxine!
No, sirree, ma’am.
I’m getting you outta here.
You’ve become quite the hero on the outside.
Wouldn’t be surprised if they put you on the front of a cereal box.
Tom, I need you to tell me.
How did Axel Rosenhips die?
At a cocktail party honoring his engagement.
Ninety years old and drinking to the future.
Was this at Norma’s?
Yeah.
Have you checked his blood?
For insulin?
Why would I?
I need to talk to Norma, please.
Then it’s a good thing you’re heading home.
It might be a while before we’re alone again.
Robert?
I need you.
You.
I hope you are not telling this man a single thing.
He will twist it, and turn it, and flip it on its side.
I feel terrible about what’s happening with Linda. I do.
They took my interrogation and misrepresented what she actually said.
Cry me a river. You have done your worst.
Now if you please, I would need a moment here with my friend.
Check in on you later.
That guy loves a slow exit.
Listen, the joke’s on him because
we’re gonna bust Linda out.
Maxine–
The only thing I need help with is I need a wounded fake astronaut.
Shoot. Do you know any?
Well, let’s say Mary ducked out of the back of the tent while the hoi polloi went back to the Dellacorte mansion.
Well, they had cops here within minutes.
They would have seen her.
Maybe she swam to Cuba.
Unlikely with her degenerative anaphylaxis.
You really know these ladies.
Oh, I know everything about them, but I’m only invited to the parties to write about them.
I’d never be able to join the club.
You’re Jewish.
Well done, Special Agent Lyons.
I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why would you join the FBI?
I was recruited out of Florida A&M.
I thought if I could just get on the inside, maybe I could protect my community.
But then Dr. King got shot.
Fred Hampton.
And I thought, “Fuck it.”
You want me to keep an eye on subversives?
I’ma take out the real villains.
Well, for what it’s worth, you made a very believable mole.
Wait.
I know where Mary went.
Bootleggers smuggled rum from Cuba during Prohibition.
They built tunnels all under Palm Beach to the houses, to the clubs.
I thought they’d all been boarded up.
I could kiss you.
Oh, how very FBI.
Oh, Axel.
May I have a moment alone?
Oh, thank you.
Hello.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you so much.
I’m your mama I’m your daddy I’m that mugger in the alley I’m your doctor When in need Want some coke?
Have some weed You know me I’m your friend Your main boy Thick and thin I’m your pusher-man All right, ladies, make it quick.
Maxine says you’re gonna be moved.
This is crazy. I’m just gonna stay here and take my chances.
Do you hear yourself? Come on.
Let the sisterhood envelop you.
Say goodbye.
Ain’t I clean? Bad machine Super cool, super mean Dealin’ good, for The Man Sorry, ladies, time’s up.
Come on.
Bye, Linda.
We got you, babe.
Stay true.
Hold the door.
I’m your pusher-man I’m your pusher-man It’s go time.
Don’t let your president down.
Time to go, Pinko Princess.
What the fuck?
It’s a dead guy in a wig.
Where the hell is she?
Let’s take the stairs.
Move, Lindas, move.
Get the lead out, sisters.
Come on.
Stop them!
Are we there yet?
Shut up! You’re dead!
Hey!
For God’s sakes, man!
Can’t a woman cremate her fiancé’s body in peace?
Sorry for your loss.
I didn’t kill him!
Make room for the dead.
Beautiful day.
Wanna give her Somethin’ better than me Been told I can’t be nothin’ else Hold that ambulance!
No, no, please, please. No, no, no. No.
Are we there yet?
More deliveries for you.
Wow.
Are there many in your family, or should we look to the social register to fill out the bridal party?
My family might need a little more training before we introduce them to the gang.
Gin Rickey?
Hey.
Ouch.
What are you wearing?
It’s a disguise from the back of Dinah’s closet.
You are going to be the richest woman in Palm Beach.
It’s time you act like a queen, not some lowly worm crawling along the ground.
I don’t wanna be a worm.
I just wish a queen could have friends.
Friendship is overrated.
We’ll tap Dinah Donahue for help.
She’ll be all too eager to lick the heels of the ascendant.
I have to go.
I hope you know how devastated I was that you got shot.
I am sorry my friend framed you.
He’s a friend of yours?
I don’t know what he is yet.
Oh, maybe you guys will make a go of it.
He’ll be back soon.
When the world calms down.
I hope the world calms down.
There you are. Come on, let’s go.
We gotta get in the hole.
And might I say, you look amazing.
Hey, come on, let’s go.
If only you weren’t one of a kind.
Let’s go.
Go be free.
If I’m not mistaken, the beach is this way.
Just get us out of here, Maxine.
These tunnels are crawling with rats.
I know, I know.
Mary, stop right there!
Mary…
Well, I think we’re looking at a rat right now, and her name is Fugitive Davidsoul.
I am officially placing you under citizen’s arrest.
On what charge?
On letting Linda rot in jail for a crime you alone committed!
I had no idea.
Don’t give me that.
It was all over the TV.
How lovely to be known.
And though some have called fame a burden, would the very same trade it?
I think not.
None of this is lovely.
Evelyn said I had to stay in my hole, and so I did.
And you know how hard it is to say no to her.
Evelyn helped hide you and didn’t come save me?
Oh, fine, I’ll confess.
It’s too late. I’m a dead woman.
No, no, no, not if we keep moving.
Let’s go to the beach.
Mary, you’re our prisoner.
Let’s go. March!
If I may…
Beach is this way.
Okay.
Here’s your purse.
Oh, thank you.
How do you know so much about these tunnels anyway?
Well, once I was lost, but then I was found by the ghost of a sexy bootlegger.
Sexy bootlegger?
I’m stuck on ghost.
Oh, yeah.
He’s dead, but he is still quite virile.
Oh, Linda, I feel awful–
Stop where you are!
Oh, Virginia.
I really should be going.
Wait–
Not another inch, Mary.
Linda, how the hell you get out?
And what are you wearing?
I broke her out, and I found Mary, so you’re welcome.
And it’s Marabou.
Well, I’m arresting every single one of you entitled dingbats!
Up against the wall!
What?
Spread ’em!
But
Now!
Look, we know you’re FBI, but we also know that you’re one of us.
Just…
That woman who called me a vapid poon, she was real, and I think she truly loved and believed in the sisterhood.
And even if Mary gets caught and goes to jail, Linda is still a marked woman.
You once asked if we were friends.
And I said we were on the same side of history.
But we were.
We are friends, Linda.
Virginia, can I hug you?
Yes. But don’t get too close to my gun.
Okay, understood.
And if I go down for this, I’m taking every single one of y’all with me.
You got that, Edward R. Murrow?
This entire escape is off the record.
Come on, ladies. Let’s join this hug.
Watch the gun.
Get in here.
And who is Edward R. Murrow?
It’s that white man that be on the news.
I was the third brother of five Doing whatever I had to do to survive I’m not saying What I did was all right Trying to break out of the ghetto Was a day-to-day fight Across 110th Street
Where are we going?
To the docks.
What now?
Now we wait.
So what are we waiting for?
Everyone just…
Hold on.
We are not waiting on
Douglas.
Douglas.
Maxine.
Oh, my God.
Yes, we are waiting on Douglas.
When has that man ever come through or shown up for anybody in his life?
What did you do?
This is serious shit.
What the fuck?
Ladies.
What can one count on if not the predictability of men?
Oh, thank heavens.
Oh, it’s him. It’s Douglas. It’s Douglas!
It’s Douglas!
Douglas!
It’s him. I knew it. I knew it!
Douglas!
What the hell is happening here?
We broke Linda out of prison, and we need you to fly her to safety.
To Cuba.
No. That is categorically not happening.
Yes, it is.
Douglas, I’ve done so much for you, please.
You’ve gotta do something for me.
Please.
I asked Mitzi to marry me, and she said yes.
But you being here is just too hard for me, Maxine.
So, if I fly Penelope out of the country, you need to leave Palm Beach as well.
Exiled.
Evelyn was right.
The only way forward is through Baden-Baden and a Tuscan tomato.
What? Do we have an understanding or not?
Yes, we do.
But I’m not doing this for you.
I’m doing it for Linda.
You ready?
I’m gonna miss you, Maxine.
Oh, Linda.
You know what?
We’re gonna find each other again.
As free women.
Hey.
You see this woman here?
She’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
Or me.
Penelope, get in the goddamn cargo hold.
Careful.
I guess this is goodbye.
Hello, ladies.
Fancy meeting you here.
Winky von Trapp?
I’d recognize that hood anywhere.
Suppose I should introduce myself.
I’m Maxine.
When I joined the club, I didn’t realize there was a much more exclusive club.
I’m honored.
Lots of bows and hats, I see.
“Stella…
Stella Rue Dellacorte Simmons”?
It’s Douglas’s mother.
What the heck are you doing here?
You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.
Nonsense.
You took care of me.
Now, I’ll take care of you.
I know what happened to Axel.
It’s all over, Agnes.
Yes, dear.
It is.
