All language subtitles for rosie_molloy_gives_up_everything_s01e04

The following program contains strong
language and scenes of drug use.

Oh.

Oh.

Just looking for a drug.

Oh, I was going to lie and say a bus
stop, but yeah, drugs is so much better.

We have everything.

Even tea.

I'm Ken.

We live in a camper van, travelling up
and down the country from Manchester to

Liverpool and from outer Manchester to
outer Liverpool, selling drugs to people

who've run away from rehab.

I wasn't running away from rehab. I was
jogging.

Jogging away from rehab.

Turn off the location tracker on your
phone, please. This is Hat, my wife.

Su casa, mi casa.

That's Spanish for paella.

We do a lot of YouTube language courses.

Oh, you're very good.

Oh, gracious!

I'm Rosie.

What is Hat short for? Louise, but
people find it hard to pronounce.

Smoke?

Oh, ow!

Sorry, people don't often throw beer at
me for my peripheral vision.

And yours?

Er, long -term.

And other stuff.

All the stuff.

Don't you worry, love.

We've got all the stuff.

Including beans.

If you're staying for dinner.

Please don't throw beans at me.

That would be a way. We've got a motto
here. Don't waste beans!

Don't waste beans.

I think I heard the Dalai Lama use that
exact same mantra.

Come on.

Have a beer and a smoke.

Relax.

So is it just you two here, like an ice
cream van for addicts?

Addicts is a kind of labelling. We
prefer smack heads.

How is that better?

It's not. We just prefer it. And he
whittles away his ward in case the

form us to do our occasion.

Some of our best customers.

Oh, reminiscent of a young rodin. Or a
provocative gormling.

It provokes the essence of... It's a
bunch of logs, isn't it? Oh, yeah, it's

total shit.

So wouldn't you prefer living in town?
You know, more addicts. Smack heads,

Laura. Addicts is offensive.

Why? They've got something wrong with
them.

No, we always choose somewhere green and
natural, Rosie.

Don't chop the shit out of them.

I mean, look at this place.

Look at us.

Have you ever seen anything more
beautiful?

Can you even imagine anything more
beautiful?

No. No, I can't imagine anything more
beautiful.

The colours here are like honey.

And I can hear the birds.

Every single bird.

The wind is making its own music with
the birds.

The oneness.

It's the music of the spheres.

The sky is like a jigsaw.

I've forgotten how to ride a unicycle.

I know the happy new customer.

You're beautiful.

Oh, we're the same.

You're me and I'm you.

I will never eat another tree again.

Oh, mythical thingies. Hi, Graham.

Hi, Billy.

She's like an episode of Bob Ross.

Shall we pop a few shrooms down now?

Do you need anything?

Do you need money? A holiday?

We should go to the Sharm El Sheikh
together.

The kids from the estate will be here
soon for the poppin' poppers.

You're going to have to get her off that
tree.

She does look weird.

Yeah.

See, this is the driving license.

I can teach you to drive, but you might
want to get the sunroof for your big

haircut.

Fine.

I'll get rid of her.

Oh, shite.

I'll hold the van. You lose.

Come here, love, and have a quick puff
of the good stuff. You can... Oh,

there you go.

Wait,

this isn't my tree. Ah, right, well,
that's, you see, because your tree...

here. Ah, look after that. Your tree
went down that way into town for the

91 bus.

That's right, I was looking for the bus
stop one, then I... Yeah, yeah, run.

Again? Come on, love.

You don't want to get caught.

Rosie, what are you drinking?

I just escaped from an asylum and
thought we could hang out.

Oh, and I have these pills prescribed to
a Professor James Goldwich to be taken

when needed.

That's cold.

Do they get you high as shit?

Hell yeah. Take it to me.

Where did you get this?

Bottle bank.

Oh, God.

How old are you, woman? How old do you
think I am?

39, like my grandma.

How dare you? Freddie, you always take
ten years off when a lady asks you that

question. I did, Trey. I'm 35.

Here's my driving licence. Look.

Anyway, age doesn't matter. I could
wrestle a bear. I could climb Everest. I

could swim the Channel.

You're having a rough time, then, eh?

Loony bin.

Approaching three brothers, begging for
drink.

Do you need us to call someone?

How old are you three?

You look... Wait, let me take off ten
years.

My God, you're toddlers.

Why are you out without your mother?

I'm Trey, 15, Victor's 14, and that one
there, Frederick, is 16.

Rosie, can you do us a favour?

I am prepared to do anything for my new
best friends.

Life's an adventure, isn't it?

Can you go into that shop and get us
some din rislas, a pouch of baki, two

bottles of high -percent low -cost
spirits?

Not cos you look old, just cos they know
us round here. We steal a lot of

sandwiches. Could you keep me at the
front of the shop?

Yes. Oh, only I've lost my wallet
somewhere.

Oh, come on.

Wow,

this could be my job.

That woman's a mess.

Oh, that's why she reminds me of
Grandma.

Go, go, go!

I've gotta get me a model white
girlfriend

Oh, stop!

That's a grandma on my dick, girl, you
know.

Thank you, Trey.

This is my brother's house. You have
permission to rob it because you helped

Nah, like some mobile spam.

Like some mobile spam.

Bye, Trey.

Oh.

You're just a rock.

Zoe,

Ruby, I have important news.

Now, don't be angry.

Rosie, why are you in rehab?

Because I know the meaning of life.

And if you just let me explain it, I'll
write it down. Get a pen.

You okay, Joey?

Are you on something, Rosie?

Methamphetamine, pot, alcohol, and
something called life.

And yet there is no life or death.

There is only action, to which there are
no consequences. Because when I was on

the Titanic a moment ago, I saw things.

Billions and loads of galaxies are all
tuning into me and everyone.

And it doesn't matter whether you're an
eyebrow or mustard gas or Gal Gadot from

Wonder Woman. Are you writing all this
down?

Yeah, yeah, I'm writing this all down.
It's just going to take me a while

because it's a bit complex.

You're right. Your tiny chicken brains
will take years of silly to get to my

level. So we'll have to start off with
beans and their wastage. Now, Rosie,

of this is what it seems like.

Nothing is.

Bye, Joey.

Nico, it's me.

I lost my keys and my wallet, but I
found me.

What are you doing here? You're supposed
to be in rehab.

Just was me in.

I've got company.

I don't care. This is an emergency.

Fine, fine.

Call me. I promise next time I'll have
that token.

I ruined my contouring for you.

And you replaced me with this.

It's an emergency.

She's got no flair.

She hadn't even tucked her dick under.

Nico, I need some more to think. Look, I
know it's a waste of ice cream, but can

you help me shift my bed so I can sleep
with my head in the freezer? Rosie, you

kind of ruined my night. And you're
supposed to be in rehab.

I escaped, and then I took loads of
drugs.

Rosie, I don't know what to do now. I
should call someone or...

Any drugs left?

You'll have to check my nose.

Who was that?

My new best friend.

I'm auditioning them since you're
supposed to be getting cleaned.

Drag artists look fun on TV, but in real
life, the scale of their feet frighten

me.

Wow,

that flat looks amazing.

Did you hire a cleaner?

No, this is just how normal people live.

I'm Julia.

Oh, my God. Hi, Gregory.

Hi. Hi, I'm Rosie. Pleased to meet you.

It's your best friend.

I still feel like I should tell someone
you say to let them know you're okay.

presumably the facility will be calling
you next of kin.

Blah, blah and blah.

First I need to tell you all about the
universe and my theories of all things

that ever existed or ever were to exist.

I have Mario Kart. That will also do.

Okay, let's have a chilled one tonight,
okay? Sort all this out in the morning.

One final blow -up, okay?

Promise. I love you.

I love Bowser, didn't my controller.

Rosie, do you ever feel like there's
something more wrong?

More wrong than what?

I mean, if you'd gone into rehab, do you
think they'd find something wrong with

you? There's nothing wrong with me.

There's something wrong with everyone.
Nobody's perfect, except Holly

Willoughby. I'm euphorically happy. Oh,
I'm coming up.

Stuff can be genetic.

Your dad? I don't like to speak out of
the dead. You don't.

I'm just saying I loved your dad, but
okay, I'll drop it.

God, am I in prison?

Nico!

Nico!

Wake up! I think we were burgled! Shut
up, Rosie.

What happened in here? Did we have a
party?

I cannot stand the sound of your voice
right now.

What happened to the bookcase?

Well, we were playing Mario Kart, and
you love Bowser, obviously.

Right.

And the cleanse?

Also Bowser.

And why does my arm hurt?

Was that... Wario?

Because I had to stop you jumping off
the fucking balcony, Rosie.

Oh, God.

I took meth yesterday.

Ooh, your heart.

On the day you're supposed to be
checking into rehab, you took meth.

You're the original OG.

No, that doesn't work. Because the O in
OG stands for original anyway, so I'd be

the original original.

Shut up, Rosie. I need to sleep. I've
been awake all night making sure you

choke. It was amazing.

We should get some. You'll like it. It's
like a billion times better than coke.

Or sex.

Or sex on coke.

Oh, cool plan.

And gee whiz, with beautiful results
like this, why wouldn't I?

What did you do to your face?

I didn't do anything.

Oh.

I... Do the bottle at you when we run
out. Oh, shit, Nico.

Well, you or Wario, Potato, Wotato.

Oh, this is a mess, Nico. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Can you untie me?

Oh, God. OK, so, a little role play for
you.

Imagine you and me off for a night out
on the town.

It's around half past 11.

You're looking hot. I'm looking hotter.
Snatch.

And we're having a great time getting
ready.

Then it's off to the bars with the
overhead lighting because we both have

cheekbones. We only stay for one because
I'm feeling predatory on the twinks.

Ow!

Christ, when did you last wax?

Just then, obviously.

OK, so... I'm going to be you. And
you're going to be me.

And I'm going to show you what you can
get like on a night out.

No, I don't get it.

So I'll play you, you play me.

And theme.

I love a bit of theatre.

Let's do shots.

No, you do him.

Uh, uh, tequila, Zambuca or Jagerbomb?

All three because I can't pace myself.

Tonight's going to be such a good night
for me because I'm totally selfish.

Now, hold on a minute. She's not
selfish.

She buys most of the drinks.

It sure is, as long as my whining don't
get in the way and I don't get Rosie an

Uber before she's ready to leave.

You're on the right here, you know
where, Rosie. Yes, and unless I don't

a raging, violent monster that picks
fights with bouncers and cries about

I should have had therapy for years ago.

Therapy. For people who've nobody to go
for a pint with. Oh, would you look at

that? I'm still feeding Rosie drugs and
alcohol, even though I can see she's a

little tipsy. Maybe I'm a control freak.

Time to do that dance I think looks
sexy.

Yes, me too.

I'm going to suddenly decide to clear
the dance floor with my ballet.

Is nobody going to Riverdance?

Rosie probably needs more drinking drugs
in her so I can dictate her behaviour.

I'm going to take some more drugs and
fuck the bouncer in the toilet while

Nico's fixing his hair. You didn't do
that.

Rosie, no.

Everyone, look at my tits!

Oh, heck. I'll fight every one of you
fucking wankers! Yeah, come on!

Suck my tits through the Jagerbomb,
bitches!

That doesn't sound like Rosie.

That doesn't sound like me. It isn't
you.

It's what you've become.

Rosie, this is terrible, my love.

Dad, don't listen to him.

Who were you talking to? This is so
unfair.

How many times has that happened? Like,
once.

OK, maybe twice, but that bitch was
laughing at the way I say tequila. If I

all my fingers and then took my cashmere
socks off and used my toes and then

stripped naked, we'd get to around that
number.

21 isn't that bad.

And I never got my tequila.

Most people get into that state once in
a lifetime, at most.

You? Your timeline goes, nice, nice,
nice, nice, nice, nice, bitch monster

Hades. Shit, I saw Joey last night.

I went to his house.

What? Why aren't you in rehab?

No, that wasn't Joey.

Joey isn't a big black dude.

I'm getting an Uber to your mum's.

I want you to stay in bed.

Here are two Xanax and four cans of 10 %
cider.

That should get you through the worst of
it.

Bye. Where are you going with your fake
designer suitcase?

We're going on holiday.

Oh, let me grab my bikini. Give me ten
minutes.

I already waxed, remember?

I told you we were going to lose
everything.

You've lost me.

Nico. Get a shower.

Go to bed.

I've changed your sheets and I've put
your gym jams out for you.

Let me know you're not dead at some
point.

No, Rosie.

I know you've been through a lot.

Your whole life has been a lot.

Death and disease and overwork and
exhaustion and a whole bunch of other

things. But don't let a lot make you too
much.

You cut that line for me at Dundas.

Emmerdale.

Get your shower.

I do, though.

Rosie, that's for drunks.

Shit,

Joey, you scared me.

We've cleaned every single crevice.

Crevice.

You won't find any alcohol or drugs.

Nico phoned me.

After he called, we cleared the place.
You could have a normal, clean and sober

environment. Cleaned everything.

Checked everywhere.

Even my nooks?

Especially your nooks. Not my crannies.

Yeah, we got to them too.

We just, er, want you to be safe, Rosie.

Well, I know something about Ruby.

She's not as perfect as you think she
is, Joey.

What's the point?

You just can't help but like, can you?

Where's the ice cream?

With your credit card.

Every cranny.

Mommy. Kiss, kiss.

Oh, mother.

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