All language subtitles for Shameless.S11E10.Episode.10.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP.2.0.H.264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

Look at me, right?

And look at the Queen.

I was never a fan until it occurred to me
how much me and Ma'am have in common.

Bringing up kiddies
you can't remember the names of.

I know she's not a single parent,
but she might as well be.

Plus, the pair of us, we've stuck
to our guns, her literally sometimes,

and flagshipped a dying breed.

Admired and despised equally.

Not for never lifting a finger, no,
for setting examples through extremity.

And whether you're a bigwig on her
end or a bigwig on mine,

you've still got all your dickheads
in the middle to deal with,

snip, snip, snipping at your benefits.

I mean, she can't not be looking
at me and thinking,

"What's your secret, Frank?"

I got shot of my kids' yonks back,

whereas she's yet to see
the back of a single one.

Fine!

I've had to get out of bed on occasion
to make ends meet,

whereas she, she's done
the whole thing from a chair.

Oh, and a drink for the lady.

Oh, sure, there's perks.

But, look at her lot.

Brian May prancing about on her roof.

Now, look at my lot,

we know how to throw
a proper fucking pa-a-rty!

[people chattering]

[Billy] If you knew
what other people thought of you,

would you behave the same?

The way I see it,
there's two versions of yourself.

There's that you
that everyone else sees...

you know, what they think of you.

How they see you.

-Wee-oh!
-[giggles]

Then there's that you that you see,
what you really think about yourself.

It's all about the rights of people,
the rights of men, the rights of women,

not just about tarts under horses
at the derby.

And sometimes, those two versions,
they're really different.

-Twat!
-Dickhead!

But sometimes, they're the same.

It's all right being exactly
what people think you are

if you're cool, like Rambo
or The Terminator,

but who'd want to be Billy Tutton?

No one, that's who.

"No experience required.

Make up to £1,000 per week.

And car included."

-Do you really think I can do it?
-No.

[Mimi] Fix it or I'll have your balls.

[Billy] Right. Go on, then.
Ask me one of them questions.

What's going on?

[Aidan] William here's sick
of being bone idle.

-[whooshes]
-Since when?

So, William, what are your strengths
and weaknesses?

I've been knocked unconscious
maybe seven or eight times,

and I've got no permanent brain injury.

My weaknesses? Er, OK.

[sighs]

I'm not a very quick learner,
but when I get it, I've got it.

And not even a crowbar to the skull
will make me forget it.

-[chuckles]
-What do you think?

I wouldn't build your hopes up.

Besides which, you've already got
the most important job in the world,

bringing up little Miss Poo-poo Pants.

Yay! Go to Daddy!

That's more your style, lad. Shit patrol.

[door opens]

[lips flapping]

[imitates gunshot]

[groans]

What happened?

I've got a strong personality.

Kids struggle with that.

Which kids?

I can't help if you won't tell me.

You can't help anyway.

[splash]

There's a case of lager
if you can clear that

before the council finds out
what we've been dumping.

All right, two cases of lager.

[sighs]

So how would your colleagues describe you?

What?

Oh, oh, right, er, well,

no one really pays much attention to me.

But this sales job would change all that

'cause people respect you
if you're good at summat.

What you doing?

That's hanging, bro.

-Now smell it.
-No!

-Go on, give him a kiss!
-No, man!

Just imagine, people thinking I done
all right, my wife looking at me, proud.

Little bastards!

I want to be more than balls-deep in shit.

You peddling hummus?

-[school bell rings]
-[sighs]

It's a private matter, Mimi, so.

When you gonna spit it out

or do I have to go and listen to me
wire in Vernon's office?

Thalia's having problems with other kids.

Well, tell her to punch them.

We're not fighting pitbulls!

This is delicate, Mimi,

and delicacy, no offence,
isn't really your thing, is it?

[smirks]

She was happy till we moved her here.

I failed her!

My son's been stoned for a year.

I know failure.

There's no reason to pick on her.

She's only been here a few months
and it's not like she's fat or ugly.

We take bullying very seriously,
extremely seriously.

It's just, we can't do very much
about it, so...

I want something done,
and if I have to go to the papers,

to the Education Department--

No! No, no, no, no, no! You misunderstand.

Of course, we'll do everything we can.

There's Government grants
for all this anti-bullying caper.

-Mimi Tatton--
-Mimi Tutton.

Bullying's right up her alley.

-What do you know about sales?
-I've sold things before.

Drugs, Billy, not security systems.

Drugs, house alarms.

Once you get to know your product,
you know how to sell it.

I've got transferable skills.

It's not like we need the money.

It's not about the money.

I'm supporting us both fine, aren't I?

-Yeah, but--
-You don't want for nothing.

[door closes heavily]

[clock ticking]

There you go.

You all right, love?

I've got a job interview at ten next door.

Today's your day!

Everyone expects me to fuck up.

Try that thing where you imagine
the interviewer sitting on the toilet

with their pants down,
like everybody else.

[sighs]

Wait!

What if it's a woman and I get a stiffy?

You're here
'cause you're all little shits.

You target the weak, the pitiful

and that little bald weirdo
with the alopecia.

Let me be clear.

I don't give two figs.

But you gave Thalia Blanco
a proper shiner,

and her mam's got
a gob the size of Africa.

So, who was it?

[sighs]

Who was it?

Thalia made fun of Jones.

That kid with the bowel disorder?

And he spazzed out and punched her!

Let me get this straight,

Thalia Blanco bullied a vulnerable child?

[chuckles]

Aargh!

Fuck!

Get out and don't come back,
you smack addict!

Methadone, my balls!

You all right, love?

Interview not go well, then?

Not your day either, is it?

[sighs]

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

We need to remember
bullying hurts everyone,

not just the target,
but the bully as well.

Schools have a duty of care
to protect kids,

and maybe that should
mean excluding bullies.

Yeah, believe me, if it was that easy
to get rid of them.

-This is serious.
-Yes, of course it is.

If Thalia engaged in bullying,
you'd support excluding her?

One hundred percent.

-Are you sure?
-Yes!

Thalia's a bully.

What?

The kids don't like her

because she repeatedly engages
in planned and orchestrated attempts

at character assassination.

Oh, dear.

No, no. There must be a mistake.

-She wouldn't, she couldn't--
-She did.

But--

Esther, there's no need
for denial anymore.

We're not here to judge.

[Lucia] Three full English,
table two, please!

[bell rings]

Hey, Billy?

Yeah?

You're doing fucking marvellous!

[kids chattering]

[Billy cheering]

I'm employed!

-Serious?
-Serious!

-I'm a cook in the cafe next door.
-You're a cook?

-Yeah, I make 150 squid a week.
-[chuckles]

-In cash.
-That's it?

And you have to go every day?

Yeah, but--

You're earning peanuts
for shovelling grease!

Mimi will proper respect you now.

Oi, you!

-I look like a salesman, don't I?
-So?

So who's to know any different?

If I tell her I'm a salesman,
I'm a salesman, aren't I?

Ha-ha.

Boosh!

Ha-ha!

[indistinct speech on TV]

Mr. Hard Lock Security at your service!

You're joking.
They hired you in a recession?

With no skills, no experience,
no training, you got a job?

I blew the fucking roof off, babe!

-Boosh! Phoo.
-[laughter]

[door closes]

[engine revs]

[dramatic music plays]

[Superman music plays]

I'm Billy Tutton.

And I'm a cook.

What are you doing out here
on your own, love?

Frank nicked me keys.

What's that?

Oh, it's broken.
It's stuck on this channel.

It's foreign.

Aerobics channel.

You haven't been impersonating
some poor girl

as the Minger from Notre Dame?

But she is a minger.
Wait, I've got a picture.

OK, she's not very pretty,
but that's not the point!

Thalia, you shouldn't make fun of people.

-You do.
-I do not.

Yes, you do!

[mimics Mimi]
"Come anywhere near me with that knob

and I'll rag it off you
and I'll ram it up your arse!"

[laughs]

[mimics Frank] "Oh, Derilee,
Sherilee, Sherilee--"

[laughs]

[Lillian] Anybody seen me bloody glasses?

Ah, well, yes but...

it was wrong.

If someone's ugly, don't point it out.

Just say how nice her dress is instead.

What if her dress is minging, too?

Just say it's pretty anyway!

-It's the teeniest lie.
-The truth's the truth, isn't it?

There you go.

What, really? I can have 'em?

Three days after the sell-by date,
but if you cook 'em well.

You all right, love?

It's nothing, just...

thanks.

Six across.

The Egyptian President, died 1970?

Sheik Kebab.

How do you spell it?

Anyway you want, love.

Nobody can know everything.

Aargh!

Nits, Lillian! Bloody nits!

See, what you've got
to make clear to the client

is you're not selling security.

You're selling peace of mind.
And can you put a price on that?

But you're not selling security.

You're flipping eggs.

This job has changed my life.

Maybe I should buy cufflinks.

Do you have a shirt that needs cufflinks?

No, but just the thought of buying 'em
makes me feel proud,

like I'm a man who needs cufflinks.

But you don't need 'em!

You don't have a shirt
'cause you don't have the job!

Yeah, but nobody knows that, do they?

I made it, all right?

Billy Tutton has finally become a man.

[clicking lighter]

[clicks]

So talk me through how you do it.

Sell me security.

Once you've got 'em sold on cameras,

you can flog 'em dead bolts,
window guards.

Give the windows a shake and look grave.

[laughs]

Shitting themselves
is exactly where you want 'em.

I get 'em shitting their pants,

I shake the windows and then look grave.

You look fitter than James Bond
in that suit.

Lucky me, eh?

I've got me very own Hard Cock consultant.

[Mimi chuckles]

[zipper opens]

I had started believing, you know...

that I might actually be nothing.

A nobody.

Having a job doesn't make you somebody.

You do that.

Well, how am I somebody?

Well, you've got a heart
the size of a horse, you pillock.

You mean it wouldn't matter
if I didn't have the job, the suit...

just me would be enough?

I loved you penniless
in trainers, didn't I?

[siren wailing in distance]

Nice having the new car, though, eh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, the car.

-[engine revs]
-[tyres screeching]

["Boom" plays]

[car lock chirps]

You all right?

Yeah, buddy.

You all right?

Yeah. I got you.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Gimme that.

Boosh!

-What you playing at?
-A car?

Well, how am I supposed
to make my sales without wheels?

Billy, you're not a fucking salesman!

That's why I'm only renting it.

It's just a mid-range hatchback,
nothing flash.

-How much?
-Two hundred quid a week.

You only make 150!

What's the point in being a hotshot
salesman if I'm not flush with cash?

But you're not flush with cash!

I know that, Einstein.

I've got to project
an image of success, hasn't I?

[door opens]

Can I come in?

Oh, sorry, pet,
but kids are full of filth.

And I can't have that in my brothel.

Tch, sorry.

Your best champagne.

Not got any.

Lager then.

He's got a car now.

I'm wet with excitement.

I'll have a lager
and a double vodka chaser on Billy,

seeing as you're flush with cash.

Drinks on Billy!

[cheering]

Nice to see a Chatsworth lad
making something of himself,

not like the rest
of you inbred, lazy fucks.

-What you doing?
-For the drinks.

You're fucked now, Billyboy.

You're gonna have to rob
a bank to keep this up.

[thinking]

Have to rob a bank to keep this up.
Have to rob a bank to keep this up.

Really, though?

Well, where else
are you going to get it from?

[keys rattling]

You don't use your keys, you dick.

Well, how else are we going to get in?

[thud]

Like that.

Stop messing about!
Start acting like a burglar!

-[glass shatters]
-What you doing?

Burglars don't respect property, do they?

My aunt Harriet gave us
that for our wedding.

Well, seeing as the burglar
don't know your Aunt Harriet,

he wouldn't give a fuck, would he?

Me keeping it real's well going
to save our arse!

Right, right, right!

Make it look real,
just hurry the fuck up about it!

Maybe I should just shit on the bed?

No! Well, piss in the sink?

[sighs]

Making it real means cash, jewellery,
things people would steal.

What you doing? I said no pissing!

You said not in the sink.

This is just the hallway.

[door closes]

"Lie," she says!

-What happened?
-I did just as you said.

I said be nice to people.
How were you nice?

I told Stuart that Bec probably liked him
'cause he likes her.

He were well happy.

What's wrong with that?

Bec kicked him in the balls
when he tried to kiss her.

So she doesn't like him?

Course not! He's a skidmark.

But how do you think Stuart now feels?

This is how he feels!

You are a terrible mother.

Almost two grand. I'm laughing.

Right, what we're going to do is keep
the gear here till it's safe to move and--

You'll have to find somewhere else
to put all this shit.

You'd have to be a fucking idiot
to want any of it.

[energetic music playing]

Can you not go any faster?

My legs are shorter than yours.

-Just make yours go quicker!
-Fuck off!

-You all right?
-[both] You all right?

You all right?

[dog barking in distance]

[knocks on door]

[bangs on door]

-I heard you need a new TV.
-No.

[Stella] 'Cause yours is stuck
on foreign aerobics?

Just take it! Early Christmas.

Since I got you a new TV,
maybe we could be friends?

[clatters]

Come on. It's OK.

No, Billy, it's not OK!

I had no idea
that locket meant so much to you.

It's the only thing me mam
ever gave to me,

the only good memory of her that I've got.

-When I find the fucker who did this--
-It's in the past now, babe.

Just forget it.

I'll never forget this, Billy.

Someone has taken
a massive dump on our lives.

It was just a little piss.
I got the Febreze straight on it.

When I find the fucker
who's done this, I'll rip him apart,

limb from fucking limb!

-How did they know where the money was?
-[soothing music plays]

Tonight's about emptying
your mind of worries.

Oh, turn this shite off.

It's more irritating
than a bloody yeast infection.

[clicks, music stops]

It's someone who knows us.

Who knows we wouldn't be home,
knows we've got cash.

I bet it's one of them bastards
from the Jockey.

Can't we just pretend like
none of this happened?

Probably bought the fucker a drink.

[sighs]

Well, drink up, sunshine.

Because you'll be lucky to shit
through a straw

when my boys are finished with ya.

Just forget it now.
You'll never find them.

We'll find them.

If we have to rough up every scroat
from here to China, we'll find them.

[chimes]

[door opens, closes]

They know!

Who knows?

-Jamie and Shane.
-We're fucked!

Well, if they knew, Mimi'd know,
and we'd already be dead.

If I could just give her back the locket.

Oh, yeah, sign your own death warrant?

Say I found it in the house somewhere.

The burglars dropped it on their way out.

Well, so now we're not just burglars,
we're shit burglars?

Sound.

-Where is it?
-Maybe you did drop it, you useless dick.

Don't call me useless!
Anyway, you call this secure?

I'm not the cunt
who works in security, am I?

Just dump the lot somewhere
no one will ever find it.

Dump it?

So I take all the risk
hiding all the stuff,

and now I'm supposed
to walk away with nothing?

What do you want?

-A grand.
-Fuck off!

-That's my wife's money!
-Which we stole, 50/50.

-That's not even a 100 quid!
-Aargh!

Please, just get rid of it or we're dead.

But it has to be someone from round here
or how'd they know to target our house?

We've tried all the usual suspects.
Nothing.

Salmonella Sam's screwing some bird
that's not his wife,

but he definitely didn't rob ya,
and he doesn't know who did.

Steal the biscuits as well, did they?

It's probably just kids.

How do you reckon that?

It's hardly some mastermind criminal,
is it?

What sort of fucking idiot
steals a toaster?

It's the placemats that get me!

Might have been a fucking idiot,
but looks like he's got away with it,

and right under your noses.

What? I'm just saying.

I've tried every pawn shop in Manchester.

No one's tried to shift the gear.

No one's used the money to pay off
any debts or buy anything flash.

Maybe we should just move on now,
eh, babe?

Put it behind us.

Not till I feel safe again in me own home.

Get Hard Lock round, I want the works.

Hard Lock?

Security so tight even a fart
can't slip out.

You've done your best
but my social alienation

is bigger than both of us.

We need to talk solutions.

-Home school.
-No, Thalia.

Just until I'm 18 and then I'll move
to Israel, where I'll be safe.

Home school kids are friendless freaks.

I am a friendless freak!

Why do you think they call me
"Saddo Saddo No Friends Blanco?"

Aargh.

You are a great kid
and you will make friends, I promise.

Even the bald kid has more status.

You do impressions of people
and make friends,

but when I do it, they hate me.

But I don't do it to their faces.

So I don't hurt their feelings.

So that makes it all right?

No! That's not what I meant.

I'm honest and upfront

and you sneak around being cruel
to people behind their backs.

You know what? You're right.

Maybe we both need to say sorry.

What can I get you?

I'm here to say I'm sorry.

What for?

I do this impression of you
behind your back.

I'm not proud of myself
and I want to apologise.

Impression?

The point is, I'm sorry
and it won't happen again.

Wait a minute.

-What?
-Well, show me.

Show you?

No, I'm not doing that.

Come on. I can take a joke, can't I?

[mimics] "What can I get you?

Fuck's sake, Karen,
I can take a joke, can't I?"

And then you do your nostril thing.

See, you're doing it right now!
[chuckles]

Yeah. Good one.

People want to forgive, Thalia.

They just need to know you're sorry.

I started in the biz doing impressions.

Go on, then, let's see what you can do.

[mimics] "Voice of an angel, me.

Beyoncé can rim me!"

As I said, I'm very sorry.

[mimics] "They can't refuse a mosque

'cause little fat skinheads march
from one dole office to another,

the bald little twats."

[groans]

That went well.

-Can I come in?
-No, pet.

Oh, you shouldn't have, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Now can we be friends?

You need friends your age
or you'll end up a weirdo.

And believe me, I know...

Thank you.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

[screams]

Fuck!

So how much did all this cost?

[sighs]

Two cameras, hard locks for the front
and back doors, and this.

-[turns on]
-[dogs barking]

[turns off]

Er, about 800 quid.

-Isn't that your car?
-What?

Fuck!

[door rattles]

Fuck! Billy.

[keys rattle]

-[engine revs]
-Where you going, bro?

-You should've kept up the payments.
-[tyres squealing]

That's my car, you dick! Aargh!

That your car?

Yeah, it's just going in for a checkup.

-Oh. Surprise!
-[keys rattle]

Welcome to your newly-secured home.

Got the Hard Lock crew in today.

[sighs]

If it weren't for Billy,
I'd have gone mad.

Nah, I haven't done much really.

You've been a bloody rock, staying calm,
fixing up the house safe.

I'd have pummelled the first scally
I thought looked at me funny.

Could be somebody we know.

Maybe even someone here.

What can I get you, darlin'?

Vodka and coke, please.

-Where d'you get that?
-What?

-That's me ma's locket!
-What?

What you on about?

-Get off me!
-Where d'you get it?

No lies or I'll have your twat
on a barbeque!

Where d'you get it?

[indistinct conversations]

[knocks on door]

[indistinct conversations]

[Mimi] What d'you know about this?

-My locket?
-[Mimi] No!

My locket!

Is she giving 'em to everyone?
I thought I was special.

[Mimi] That's my TV!

Who gave it to you?

[Lillian] You can't be angry with her.
She didn't mean--

Who?

Stella.

[Mimi] A six-year-old didn't smash
my front door open.

[Jamie] Or carry that.

-Where do you think you're going?
-I didn't do anything!

Ey?

Then why the fuck
are you scarpering then, eh?

You stole from me? From your friend?

Billy?

[Mimi] That's the lowest,
most despicable... Break his arm.

[groans] Billy made me!

Why would me own husband steal from me?

Tell him, Billy.

He's insulted you, he's insulted me.
Tell him.

[dramatic music playing]

You wouldn't, I know you wouldn't.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Babe! Babe!

Just stop!

[screams]

Why?

'Cause like, when you think
of the great men in history,

like Martin Luther King,
Winston Churchill, Roy Keane.

What the fuck you on about?

They stood for something! They did things.

That's why I became a salesman.

Well, a cook.

Is anything you've told me true?

I love you.

I believed in you, Billy,
you fucking idiot!

I know, babe, I'm sorry.

Even though I knew I shouldn't.
You, a salesman? You?

I just wanted to show you,

the way you looked at me when you thought,

it felt good, like, I might be a man.

Anytime you wanna be a man, Billy,
you know what you have to do?

Don't play at it, just be one.

[birds chirping]

If it isn't the littlest Supreme,

this an encore performance?

What do you know
about living with bipolar?

And then I guess, Dad went inside,
she just lost the plot, you know?

And then that's when she went off her meds
and the drinking really started.

I think when she started sleeping
with Frank for comfort.

Oh.

Allah be merciful.

Yeah.

Rock bottom.

But she'd never ever have done it

if she hadn't been completely
off her tree,

so can you forgive her?

So you got my things back?

Most of 'em.

Can't even fucking do that right.

Didn't have to bother with the juicer,
it never worked.

It does now. I fixed it.

I'm going to pay the rest back
in instalments.

I think we should live apart for a while.

I need space.

[door closes]

This is the life, innit?

[gunfire on TV]

A night in with the lads,
a few beers, a few laughs.

-[farts]
-[sighs]

I bet she expects me
to come crawling back.

You know, slither in on my belly,
beg her for forgiveness.

Never apologise, never explain.
Words to live by.

Well, I tried to explain,
but she wouldn't listen.

So try again, women love persistence.

Calling your right hand Sue
doesn't make you an expert

on feminine nature.

I'm a master of my own destiny at last,
answering to no one.

This is my opportunity to grow.

-[knocks on door]
-Wonderful!

Now fuck off and grow somewhere quietly,
I've got company.

Ah!

We meet again, my Pussy Galores.

Ready to shake and stir your cocktini.

It's none of my business, but are you OK?

It's none of your business.

[laughter in distance]

You don't ever hear a woman say that,
do you?

"I fucked up but it's all your fault
'cause I didn't feel woman enough."

-Bollocks!
-What use is "sorry" anyway?

Nothing ever gets wiped clean.

Then, they disappear
before you can leave 'em first.

Am I meant to apologise
for being a strong woman?

Well, he can shove his sorrys up
his good-for-nothing arse.

Fuck him!

[both] Fuck him.

[loud laughter]

[people laughing]

On the house.

Mental illness is nothing
to be ashamed of.

It's not?

Thalia, don't be angry with her.

The way she's holding up,
she's a little trouper.

She's told us what you've been through.

We are all 100% behind you.

I'll get a drink.

If you've got a psychiatric disorder,

people are falling over themselves
being understanding!

But did you have to say I was bipolar?

You can't always lie
your way out of trouble, you know.

I know, but they felt so sorry for you.

And you should have seen their faces
when I said you were shagging Frank.

What?

Billy said I should return...

Actually, it was more my idea but...

Celery and kiwi.

I've got into juicing.

I'm sorry about, you know,

I mean, the piss in the hallway
was only meant for it to be realistic.

There was no bad feelings behind it.

Look, I'm completely on your side,

you're better off without that dumb prick.

I told Billy from the beginning, "Mimi's
not going to be impressed by sales."

So the only reason he went for that job
was to try and impress me?

And then the thick twat got himself
in deeper by renting a car.

Of course, he couldn't afford it
on his cook's salary.

He really is a cook?

So the only solution
he's got is to rob from his own house.

[both chuckle]

Table number six says compliments
to the chef.

It was only beans on toast.

Well, how did you do the beans?

In the microwave.

Must've been the way you spooned 'em.

Yes, darling?

Coffee?

You look cute as a chef.

I like it better than the suit.

If you'll let me explain, I know
I'm just a cook, but I'm good at it.

It means a lot to me, to be good
at something, and if you just listened--

Billy, shut up.

Do you know why I need you?

Because you're the only thing in my life
that makes me feel like a woman.

Not a mum or an old carcass
to be tossed on the scrap heap.

You make me feel beautiful.

You don't ever have to lie to me,

'cause when I look at you,
I don't see nothing.

I see the person who saved me
and keeps saving me.

That doesn't mean
that what you did wasn't stupid...

but you don't see many men
putting in that kind of effort

to impress their woman, do you?

You know what this is?

What?

This is what it feels
like when you've made it.

[sighs]

[door rattles]

Lucia, this is my wife.

-Hey!
-Hiya.

-Nice to meet ya.
-Nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

The guys, Jeff, Tom.

-Nice to meet you.
-[Billy] Growing up?

I guess it's about making your own way.

Knowing what you've got
and what you need.

Ahem!

Saying you're wrong
when you'd rather say nothing at all.

Or maybe the secret to growing up

is knowing when it's OK
to let someone else look after you.

Those two versions of yourself:

who you are and who you'd like to be.

I guess you're a success
when they come a little closer together.

When you can look at yourself and say,
"I know who I am and it's OK."

I'm OK.

It's your big chance, kid.

Her days of karaoke might be over.

-[Patreesha] Louis!
-[Avril] Pat!

-[Chesney] So you stole the money?
-Yeah, I stole it.

[Mimi] Fuck are you playing at?

-You're barred.
-What?

[sniffs]

[Avril] I want you to kidnap my daughter.

We should never have taken that money.

[Patreesha] This is all
you fucking care about!

Don't! Oh!

Also a funny story.

[Mimi] Fucking pervert!

Billy's really matured now, you know.

["Moi Je Joue" playing]

[laughter]