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Missed the whole thing. I need you to get her out of here.

You will need to obtain a reference letter proving you are committed to

sobriety. If this letter is unattainable, you will be transferred to

What? So detoxing is going to take a few days. No sex.

No drugs. Or alcohol.

There they are. Stop. She's going to be your new roommate.

What's that?

I'm not fucking eating now.

If you don't want it, don't eat.

We're done.

Fuckers are my shit.

You killed someone, Frankie.

In a sick or prison?

Are

you

okay?

I like to talk about it.

If I talk about it, then maybe it'll get out of my head.

What will?

Everything dead and cold.

There's so much darkness.

She, she, she.

Keep going.

Well, she's my, my, she's my mum.

Oh, my God.

Well. Something to share, Graham? No. No.

Go on, go on. We like it when you share your mum's story.

You just like her dark reflex.

Oh, fuck.

Hey, cut it out.

Lydia!

Kitchen needs you.

Potato peeling duties.

Hurry up.

What about you, Frankie?

Nothing.

Nothing usually means she's got serious issues.

Are we in our relationships here?

Huh? Like have a boyfriend?

No. So no blowjobs in the lounge?

It's 11.

My phone time.

Right.

It's going to feel rough for the next few days.

But the withdrawal... Rough?

I'm fucking starving.

You won't let me eat.

I'm tired. I can't sleep. All I do is sweat and shake. And if you don't give

something, I'm going to go full fucking Britney.

Yeah, I can't prescribe anything.

I only undercan.

It's me. He must be at work, so I'm... Give me the fucking place.

She'll come round.

The people outside of your mental house need time to grieve it.

I don't need your advice.

I just need my reference letter.

Why are you here, Frankie?

I already told you guys my being here is a... You requested this session, so why

are you here?

Because Bella said you're in charge of the drugs.

So I'm here for the drugs.

Thing is, I can't actually prescribe you anything else because of where you are

in your recovery. How about if you don't give me something, I'll kill myself?

Where's that?

Uh, St. Mary's Hospital.

And that? The School of Medicine in Boston.

Woo!

Fancy.

Must be a pretty shitty psychiatrist.

Why do you assume that?

Ain't nothing this hellhole.

I decided to study psychiatry after my mum was committed.

I'm here.

so that I can help people in a way that the system failed her.

Sorry.

Shit.

I need to make a call. Do you mind?

Help yourself.

Oh, but can you take him with you?

Are you OK?

You like dogs?

Yeah. Makes me think of Elton.

John?

My dad's dog.

Oh.

You must miss him.

My dead dog or my dead dad?

Sorry.

Didn't mean to laugh.

The, uh... Look, I know it sucks.

But we do need to talk about the drink driving charge.

Nothing to talk about.

Killing someone is not nothing.

You have a prepared meal.

If you don't want it, don't eat.

If you refuse to eat your prepared meal, then I'll have no choice but to force

-feed it to you.

Fuck your egg sandwich!

We are going to turn that, Sammy, into a smoothie.

Then I'm going to get a feeding tube and shove it down your esophagus and pour

it directly into your stomach.

Mike, get the gear.

Yeah, copy.

Fine. Fine!

I'll eat it.

Wasn't it hard now, was it?

Delicious.

Go nuts.

Not the first time she's burnt someone's clothes.

She's a fucking psycho.

Yeah. That's why she's here.

Someone's in there.

I'll wait. I just want to use the shower.

Use the showers over there.

Better than an egg semi.

Nope.

It's against the rules.

Oi.

Can I, um...

What's

George's deal?

She's bulimic, mostly.

One more vomit away from death, Bella says.

And I know that shit about her mum.

What was that?

All right, so she was a kid, like 10.

She comes home from school one day. She finds her mum, and she cut her own

throat with a kitchen knife, but she's still alive.

So Georgia watches her mum bleed out and just die in front of her.

I'm sorry you gave the A -man stuff.

I'm made for burning all my shit.

I'll get her.

So, the pair that collect the most get to choose movie of the week.

Yeah, in you go.

That's it. You snooze, you lose.

No, you straight in and out.

Okay, so the gig is you partner up, you grab a stack and you put in as many pine

cones as you can.

Copy?

That looks like Sarah's top.

Who? Alcat's dead roommate.

Oh, fuck.

Come on.

No, please don't.

That dress does look like this flat.

Minge for the win.

Oh, frankly, frankly, frankly, I don't think him would. My fucking dad just

died.

Greg, Greg, Greg, John, that's enough.

You know what? I'm going to go get changed.

Is this in there?

She's out.

All good. Just... Can you get her to call me? I need her to send me some

clothes.

Yeah, I can...

I kid someone not.

Now we're even.

Hey, buddy old pal of mine.

Good to see you.

I don't give cigarettes after fours.

Love you too, Grandpa.

Ooh.

Hey there, Bonnie.

What? It means beautiful.

Oh, yeah.

You're on something, aren't you? I guess no more.

Got another ciggy?

Mm -mm -mm.

Anything for you, Bonnie.

Oh!

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

I'll get you.

Oh, my God.

Bubble butt.

You will not want him ever.

There's a fucking zombie everywhere!

You!

Why did you get me?

Just so you know, sir.

Frankie. Frankie!

Look at me!

What if he takes it?

We did full blood tests. You might as well tell me what you've done. I already

told you. I don't know. You knew the rules.

No drugs.

You got a disease, Frankie.

And you are going to be struggling with it for the rest of your life. I can

stop.

If I really want to, I can stop.

I can't.

Here you go.

That blood sample will tell us exactly what you took.

Once we get your results back, we will organise transport to... Present.

You say I'm kind of present because I'm a piece of shit. You're not a piece of

shit.

But this disease makes people do some pretty shitty...

Thanks.

Sorry things didn't work out.

Yeah, me too.

How good is it?