All language subtitles for First.Wives.Club S02E08_English

- ♪ I pull up ten deep ♪

♪ I military the Jeep ♪

♪ Summon the Grim Reaper ♪

♪ Here's a message from me ♪

♪ I know you thought
it's all sweet ♪

♪ But it ain't ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The picture that you paint
don't quite fit the frame ♪

♪ Yeah I go crazy ♪

- Okay.
- ♪ I go stupid ♪

♪ I go loco,
I go dumb ♪

♪ It's all 'bout
where you at ♪

- Transpo has arrived.

I repeat, transpo has arrived.

- Copy. I am en route.
I am en route.

- ♪ Nah, I ain't the one,
I ain't the two ♪

♪ You gon' mess around
and have me on the news ♪

- You think anyone saw me?
- No. All clear.

- All right, good,
'cause I'm a lawyer, you know.

I--I uphold the law.

- Yeah, as we break
into David's apartment.

I cannot believe that I allowed
you guys to talk me into this.

- This would've been a lot
cooler if it wasn't a minivan.

- Okay, but it's gonna get us
to where we need to go, though.

Okay?
- Damn, girl. You movin' in?

- Hardly. Tools of the trade.

I got a blacklight, luminol,

rubber gloves,
magnifying glass, hazmat suit--

- I'm sorry.
Is that a microscope?

- No hunch too big.
No evidence too small.

I like that.

- Go! Go! Go!
- What?

- What?
- What?

[all screaming]

- [laughs]

I just always wanted
to do that.

- Ohh, God, Hazel.

- Whoo.
Oh, my God, Hazel.

- All right.
The men are confirmed gone.

We got a long drive
and an investigation

ahead of us, so let's roll.

- Ladies, sunglasses.

Oh, and seat belts.
Safety first, everybody.

Seat belts.
- Oh yeah.

- Gotta really give it some--
get into the slack.

- Can't...
- Okay.

- Just one second.
- Okay.

- Let's go!

- ♪ Beep-beep, is that
my bestie in a Tessie? ♪

[tires squealing]

- Skin on tan,
ooh, she ready ♪

♪ You look goodt,
with a T at the end ♪

♪ I'ma hype her every time,
that my mother[...] friend ♪

♪ ♪

- Gotta disable that.

Gotta disconnect that.
And gotta hack that.

- Damn, kids today really know
their tech.

I could barely work a Roku.

- David and Gary's
last scheduled event

ends at 10:00 p.m.,

so we've gotta be outta here
by 2300 hours.

- In English, honey.
all: 11:00.

- Clock is ticking,
so let's get going.

I want anything and everything
that points to cheating.

We leave no stone unturned.

- Aww, Hazel, now look.
It's the wedding picture.

She was so beautiful
that night.

They look like the Obamas
but with less money.

Oh, look at Megan Wegan.

She's really grown
into her body, mostly her ears.

Oh, God. What am I doing?

- You're supposed to be
in the bedroom

searching like we discussed.

- No, I mean what am I
actually doing?

I just broke into my best
friend's husband's apartment

to try and find
some evidence to,

like, destroy their marriage
or some shit?

Like, what am I doing?

- I look cute in this, right?
- Hazel!

Stop TikToking, bitch.

Are you serious?
This is your idea!

We're supposed
to be doing shit!

- Their marriage is not over.
Ari will just know the truth,

and she will be able to make
a more informed decision.

- Yeah, but if you and you
and you and you guys all think

that he's guilty,
which means that, like,

he probably has cheated,
then we have to find evidence.

But do we even need evidence
to, like, ruin a family?

- Bree, you're spiraling,
all right?

You are a surgeon.
You are a mother.

Get it together. All right?
We're gonna do a search.

We're gonna get you
some answers.

We're gonna see what we find.

- Yeah, and whatever happens

we are
going to be there for our girl.

- Okay. Okay.

Sorry, I have to count
backwards from 100 to really,

like, take it down sometimes,
but thank you so much.

I really needed you guys to
check in with me right there,

but also, don't ever
do that shit again.

Respect your elders.

All right, bitches.
Let's turn this shit up.

- Oh, look. There's candy.

- Hazel, focus.

- Get in there
and make those connections.

Brother-to-brother.
- Hello.

- Welcome, brother!
- Hey, thank you.

- You ready to make some
meaningful connections

with your fellow man
and with yourself.

- Yes. Actually,
I'm here to write a piece

on one of the speakers.
I'm a writer.

Mostly I do science fiction.
You know, sci-fi.

This is my first non-fi piece.
I'm--I'm kidding.

Anyway,
embrace the challenge, right?

- I like that spirit.
What's your name?

- Gary Washington.

- Washington.

Huh, doesn't look like you're
registered, Gary Washington.

We strive to help men
make meaningful connections

after they've paid
the nonrefundable fee.

- You know what?
Try David Montgomery.

That's the person
that I'm writing about.

I did mention
I was doing a profile piece?

- You did.
- Okay, cool.

- Oh, here we go.
- Here it is.

- Okay. Boom.
- Oh. Uh, okay.

- In the end, I realize
that denying the pain

was a way of keeping myself
on the battlefield.

Admitting weakness was
the bravest thing I ever did.

Thank you.

[applause]

- I'm Ernest.
- Oh, okay.

- I'm a father.

I'm a son.

I'm a lover.

- Oh, okay.

- I'm a fighter.

- Okay.

- And a music maker.
- Oh, wow. Okay. Cool.

- And you?
- Hmm? Oh, I'm Gary. Yeah.

- But who are you?
- I'm Gary. Ow.

- Now, please welcome New York
State Senator David Montgomery.

[applause]

- Ha-ha-ha-ha.

- Thank you.

I wanna talk today about
the enemy inside all of us...

About overcoming obstacles
so you can get the career

you want and resist
your Mr. Resistor.

Now, let me break this down
for you in ten easy steps.

One, have a dream.

Two, establish a plan. Three.

- I can't do this.
- Oh, no, no, he just started.

He's got ten.

- I came here to cry, Gary,

not listen to some suit
try to sell me vitamins.

- Oh, no,
he's not selling vitamins.

He's got a ten-step--

- You wanna go throw axes

and talk about
what really scares us?

- No, I'ma let you
go throw axes.

- I'll catch you
at the group hug.

- Damn it, I don't see shit.

- Hazel! What are you doing?
- He may not be cheating,

but a man who organizes
his shirts in color progression

has a dead body somewhere.
I know it.

- Oh, this is on some definite
Dexter Morgan shit.

- Now, you know what? It's time
to bring out the big guns.

Hazel, cut the lights.

- What is that?
- A sperm light.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Look at him.

Hmm. All right,
he might be a little kinky.

Maybe he likes it on the floor!
Or on the dresser!

- Okay, Eartha Kitt.

I understand that you trying
to be Catwoman right now,

and I really do appreciate it,

but this is David
we're talking about.

It's gonna be
on the right side of the bed.

Maybe on the side side
of the bed.

- [purrs]

- Bam! I'm just sayin'.

I'm comin' through
for you hos right now.

Yes. Mm-hmm. Right here.
That's right.

Bree got the clutch.
That's right. I keep it breezy.

I'm a natural born leader.
Excuse me.

You better come to your girl
when you wanna find some shit.

This necklace right here.

Uh-huh,
this is for the side piece.

- "Here's an early graduation
gift for Megan.

"Found it as I was
cleaning out the attic.

Love, Aunt Tilda."
Mm-hmm.

- Unless David's smashing
Aunt Tilda, you got zip.

- Shut up.
- All right, look.

At the risk of sounding
a little bit bitchy,

could you two, like,

lean into your adultery
expertises a little?

- Excuse me?
Lean in to our expertise?

Uh-uh. That sounded bitchy.

- Girl, I married your father.

I do not have experience
in finding proof.

I have experience
in ignoring it.

- Jackpot.

Ladies, exhibit A.

Shea Moisture Moringa Avocado.

- I wanna smell it.

- Oh, I've been dying
to use that.

It's really good and expensive.

- There's a hint of musk
and avocado.

- David's got good taste.
You know what I mean?

If it's good enough for him,
it's good enough for me.

- Except David--
- Ah, shit.

all: Doesn't have hair!

- He's a black Kojak.

- This is bitch shit.

- This is all the evidence
we need.

- I have seen this before.

Derek explained away a lot
of shit with "Baby,

it's a gift for you."

- Excuse me, this is 2/3
full or empty.

I can't remember which.

But this is definitely proof
that he's cheating.

- Jackpot, ladies.

I hacked into
David's bank account.

- Whoa, you are scary.

- Damn.
- Thanks.

Looks like David makes
a monthly payment

to sensualromances.com.

- Ooh, you should go
to the site.

For research.

- Yep, it's porn.
- Oh, wow.

Yeah, that's definitely--oh,
how does she bend like--oh.

- Okay, he's paying for porn?
That is shady, okay?

He's probably playing it
for his mistress.

- Stand down, Mindhunter.

Ari told me
that David pays for porn,

because he finds the pop-up ads
are distracting.

- That's true.
They're distracting.

- What is wrong with everybody?

- All right, well, how about
weekly identical payments

to something called
Love Me Long Thai?

- Damn, he's really
into some stuff.

- Oh, no, actually,
that is just a Thai restaurant.

- Hmm, Love Me Long Thai.
- Oh, wait a minute. Shit.

Gary is FaceTiming me.
I gotta pick it up.

You guys be quiet, okay?
- No, just decline the call.

- Yeah.
- I cannot decline the call.

We are married,
happily married,

and he's gonna know
something's wrong

if I don't pick up the call.

Plus, he's like really nervous
about this trip.

You guys just be quiet, okay?

- Hey, babe! What's up?
- Baby!

Oh, it's so good
to see your face. I miss you.

- I miss you too.

Come on, Gar Bear,
you know I love you so much.

It's been, like,
two hours though.

- I know. I know.
How are the kids?

Can I see 'em?

- The kids? Our kids?
You wanna see our kids.

Our son and daughter
that we have made together.

You wanna see them.

It's so funny, because
they're so busy right now.

They're playing
the blanket game,

and they can't wait
to show you.

- Really? 'Cause it's just--
'cause they're just so quiet.

- Quiet? Oh, no.

They're not quiet.
They're loud.

They're just listening
to Michael Jackson.

[all giggling]

- Okay, now--now,
they sound weird, baby.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, Gar Bear,
everything is great, okay?

You're supposed to be
on a getaway. Now get away.

Love you so much.
Mwah!

- I just wanted to say
I love y--okay.

- The ending of Armageddon.
When the Patriots lose.

When you disappoint
your third son.

When your dog dies!

- Oh!
- Gary.

- Huh? One second.

Okay, okay, I'll be back.
I'll be back.

Keep trying. Keep trying.
Keep trying.

Dawg, that was
a great talk in there, man.

- Was it?
- Mm-hmm.

- No, no, no. I tanked, Gary.
- Uh...

- Yeah, I don't think
this is my scene.

I--I should bounce.
My pollsters are right.

Women love me, of course,
but with men,

I'm not somebody
they want to have a beer with.

- No, no. I would definitely
have a beer with you, man.

You can't leave.
There's like

a shit ton of stuff
that you're good at.

They have a psychological
obstacle course.

I don't know that that means,

and then,
oh, it's a rap battle. Okay?

And I've seen you at a karaoke.

I know
you can spit a little bit.

- Wait, di--did you just
say rap battle?

- I did say rap battle.

- Oh, hell yeah.
Hell yeah. I'm in.

- [lips fluttering]

[peaceful music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Buffalo gal
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Come out tonight,
come out tonight ♪

♪ Buffalo gal
won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ And dance by the light
of the moon ♪

- What is it? I'm at yoga.

- It's Nigel!

I'm out of town, and he hasn't
responded to my text.

Maybe he's dead or kidnapped
or trapped underneath my coats.

I need you to go over there.
It's an emergency.

- A few hours without a text
is not an emergency.

Grandma, may I remind you,
today is Saturday.

- Ugh! May I remind you
that I sign your paychecks.

I need you to get over there
right now

or don't bother
comin' in on Monday.

- Namaste.
- Do what I say.

What?

Ooh.

[gasps]
Oh.

- Soydelish. Huh, no sugar.
Nice.

Hey, what's up with this
Love Me Long Thai?

- Let's call 'em and find out.
- That's a good idea.

- Love Me Long Thai
restaurant.

I can take your order.
What would you like?

- Hi, I'm not sure.

My husband,
Senator David Montgomery,

says you have the best
Thai food in town.

- Oh, yes.

We love your husband.
He's a regular here.

- Well, I'm not sure
what to order for dinner

since he's always
there for lunch.

- Lunch?
No, he comes for dinner.

He loves our chili
pepper oysters with asparagus.

- Interesting.

All aphrodisiacs, hmm.
Well, I'm sure it's hard

to find
a good business dinner spot.

- Not business dinners.
He always brings his laptop.

So sad.
So alone.

He tells us he misses you,
his wife.

You should come with him.

- Well, thanks. Actually,
I'm not hungry anymore.

We'll rain check
for later, okay? Bye.

- [clears throat]

How's it going?
- A dead end.

The Thai place is playing
marriage counselor.

- You'll never believe
what I found.

Holy birth control, Batman.

- Oh, shit,
and it's already used.

- Frequently and recently.

- [laughs]

Wait...
- [whispers indistinctly]

- Oh, shit.
- Hide.

Hide, hide, hide.

Where are we gonna hide?

I don't--This isn't my house.
I don't know where to hide.

[indistinct whispering]

- Get down.

- [humming]

- It's Vanessa.

- Is that David?

- I know I shouldn't be
doing this.

- The nerve!
- Whore!

- [screams]
- Ohh!

- You should be ashamed
of yourself!

- Someone just called me
a whore.

- It was me.
- And me.

- What the fuck?
- What the hell is going on?

- You tell us. What are you
doing in David's apartment?

- With your titties
hanging all out.

- Mm-hmm.
- This doesn't look like work.

- Excuse me, menudo.

Who is this?
- What's up? I'm Javier.

I'm just--oh, shit.

Are you Hazel Rachelle?

My mom is such a fan.
Can I get a picture?

- Maybe later.
- No pics, Bruno Mars!

And pull your pants up, boy!

I can see your
medium-sized dick right now.

It's too much!

What in the entire hell
is going on here?

- Wait, wait, did Ari
send you guys to spy on me?

- Oh, no, no, no.
The real question is,

what are you doing
in a married man's apartment

with another man?

- What's she talking about?
What married man?

- David's my boss.

- Whore!
- Bree, try another word.

Like slut.
Go get it.

- Okay.
- Use that.

- Slut!
- Oh, that's good.

- Look, this is my boyfriend,
Javier, okay?

Well, ex-boyfriend.

We're kind of
in an entanglement.

Look, I can't exactly hook up
in my place, you know?

I'm so sorry.
Please don't tell David.

I'm begging you, please.

- We won't
as long as you cooperate.

- Yeah, we--we have
a few other questions.

You're not in the clear yet.

- Oh, God,
this is so embarrassing.

And oh, my God,
there's a woman on the ceiling!

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

- What?
- Oh, shit!

I didn't know I could do that.

- I'm so impressed.
- You are jumping like you

have health insurance,
and I know you don't.

- I don't.
- Hey, you know, uh,

me crushing this rap battle

could make for a great ending
for the article, right?

- Oh, it'll be an awesome
ending for the article, dude.

Come on, man. You got this.

- ♪ First thing's first,
watch your tone ♪

♪ You're talking to a senator ♪

♪ You really should be honored
that I'm your competitor ♪

♪ But let's me real, man,
there's no competition ♪

♪ What's your job?
Being a nanny? ♪

♪ Well, I'm a politician ♪

♪ I'm in a different league ♪

♪ You don't fit in my circle ♪

♪ Can't believe I came
to battle ♪

♪ And y'all
gave me Urkel ♪

♪ I wear the best suits ♪

♪ I'm a success,
it's true ♪

♪ But tell me why's it look
like your mom ♪

♪ Still dresses you ♪

♪ Feel me? Now, everybody,
look at him close up ♪

♪ Ain't he the type to try to
talk to girls but froze up? ♪

♪ This isn't personal,
I gotta do what I must ♪

♪ Now RIP 'cause I just
left you in the dust ♪

♪ You dig? ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Oh, you funny as hell
which is fittin' ♪

♪ 'Cause you're a joke ♪

♪ This fake Barack Obama
tryna act all woke ♪

♪ Shouldn't have gotten
me heated ♪

♪ When you don't want
any smoke ♪

♪ You overstepped,
it ain't workin' out ♪

♪ Now they watchin' you choke ♪

♪ Okay, my turn ♪

♪ Let's look at him
really close ♪

♪ Don't he look like the type ♪

♪ Whose wife be
pickin' his clothes ♪

♪ If he was any more dependent,
she'd be pickin' his nose ♪

♪ His rap was wack ♪

♪ Maybe she should be
pickin' his flows ♪

♪ Man, look at the way
that I'm beatin' him ♪

♪ You really want it,
come get it then ♪

♪ Everybody's laughing at you
like you're a damn comedian ♪

♪ It's over. No need to wonder.
Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Your wife can pick the coffin
when I put you six feet under ♪

[cheers and applause]

- You got served!

[cheers and applause]

- And the name
is Gary Washington!

[cheers and applause]

- Can I get you some Soydelish?

- How would you like that?

With a scoop of birth control?

- Boom, bitch! We found it.
Also, your body, your choice.

- What am I on trial for?

I already told you
about Javier.

- Do we have to spell it
out for you?

- H-O-E.

- Oh, my God. You think
I'm sleeping with David.

- You said it.

- Okay, the optics aren't
great, but I don't know.

I must've left them earlier.

- Earlier when?
- Today.

David asked me to come over and
water his little finicky plants

while he was gone.
It's such a nice place.

I live with three other people.
My bed is in the living room.

- So get a hotel.

- I have student loans.

- What about a motel?
- Eww. That's nasty.

- Yeah.
- That is kinda nasty.

- You're right.
- I messed up by coming here.

- Understatement.
- Look, David is the best boss

I've ever had,

and I can tell he's
a great husband too.

- Says the woman that's been
married how many times?

- Zip. Zero.

- That's none.

- When he's not talking
about work,

all he talks about
is his family.

- That is sweet.
- That's so beautiful.

- He's, like, loving.
- Just like David.

- Really? Don't fall for that.

- She has not answered
everything.

- Yeah, cut the bullshit,
Vanessa.

What is this?

- Oh, that is Shea Moisture.

The moringa
and avocado reconstructor.

It's the best. Let me tell you,
I use it all the time.

- We know what it is!

What the hell is it doing
in David's apartment?

- Seems like
you've been using it.

- What?

No, no, no, I actually
gave that to David, because--

- Because what?
- Because it adds moisture.

Okay, listen.
I'm trying to correct a trend,

because David
has been polling as ashy.

- All right, hold up.
I'ma look this up

on Gallup right now.
Whoa, yep.

It does seem that David is
suffering from an ash factor.

11% polled it as tragic.

- Okay, I gotta take this.
- Now?

- What? Just ignore it.
- I got shit going on too.

And he does look ashy.

- Damn.

- Don't hang up.
Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

Hello? What's the tea?

- There's no emergency.

- Uh, so he's not trapped
under a wine fridge

just out of reach of his phone?
'Cause I figured

that's the only way
he wouldn't hit me back.

- Well, here's another way.

Maybe he doesn't want to talk
to you right now, Hazel.

Sometimes that happens.

- He doesn't wanna talk to me!
- Hazel.

- He doesn't wanna talk--
- Hazel!

Excuse me, but this is not
our home, and we broke in,

and you are just a Black woman

yelling on a porch
calling all the Karens!

- Oh, you're right.
You're right. You're right.

- Yeah, you wanna be on
the "Today Show?" Come on.

- Okay.

Where is low-budget Omarosa?

- We let her leave.
She's telling the truth

so no point
in interrogating her anymore.

- Hazel, who were you
screaming at?

- Curtis.
Nigel and I had a fight,

and he's acting like it's
the end of the goddamn world.

- Well, if you date a kid,
expect him to act like a kid.

- Can you warm me before
you hit me with a truth bomb?

- Oh, it's Gary.

Okay, it's my turn
on the porch.

- You think I can
use your services.

- Tech? Yeah, I can help.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, babe.

David left the retreat.
I think I pissed him off.

- Oh, what now?

- Hazel, what're you gonna
do about Nigel?

- You guys! You guys!
Oh, my God!

- What?
- What is it?

- Gary said that he gave
David the beats!

- What does that mean?

- It means David
is on his way now!

He's coming here now!
We've gotta clean all this up!

[all screaming]

- The laptop's on fire!

- We need water!

[all screaming]

- Oh!

- Flour?

Who the hell puts out
a fire with flour!

- Girl, I'm sorry!
I just saw sparks flying,

and I grabbed
the closest thing to me.

- [sobbing]

I'm gluten-free!

- I mean,
it's not leaving a mark.

But it's definitely
caked in there.

- Oh, no.
- It's in her hair.

- Oh, shit.

All right,
we gotta do something quick

'cause David's cell phone
just pinged from 17 miles away.

- Okay, okay, okay.

We'll just send him some money
on the Veen-mo,

and then we can get
the hell outta here.

- Okay, Hazel, we can't
"Veen-mo" him the money,

'cause then he's gonna know
it's us, bitch.

- Well, you got
a better idea, bitch?

- Ladies, calm down.

Since it already looks
like a break-in,

let's just lean all the way in
and make it an actual break-in.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's a good idea.

And then insurance
will cover the damages.

- And how are we supposed
to do that?

[zipper unzips]

- ♪ You don't own me ♪

all: Ooh. Ohh.

- Hell yeah.
I could get down with this.

- Ooh, it's hammer time.

- Don't mess with
Hazel Rachelle.

- And, I'll make this work.

- ♪ Don't tell me what to do ♪

♪ And don't tell me
what to say ♪

♪ Please,
when I go out with you ♪

♪ Don't put me on display ♪

♪ You don't own me ♪

♪ Don't try to change me
in any way ♪

♪ You don't own me ♪

- Ahh!

- ♪ Don't tie me down,
'cause I'd never stay ♪

- Ahh!

Wahh!

- ♪ Don't tell me what to do ♪

- Ahh!

- ♪ Please,
when I go out with you ♪

♪ Don't put me on display ♪

- ♪ Re-really though,
Honestly ♪

- Hold up. Hold up.

Ladies, hold up!

Daddy's home.

- ♪ Yeah yeah ♪

♪ Girl gang, girl gang,
squad goals, bang bang ♪

- Holy shit.
- ♪ Sauced up, sauced up ♪

God, can this day
get any worse?

- ♪ Brought the troop out ♪

- Oh.
- ♪ And they all bang ♪

♪ Girl gang, girl gang ♪
- Oh, yeah!

- ♪ Girl gang, girl gang,
girl gang, girl gang ♪

♪ Yeah, squad goals,
bang bang ♪

- Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

[all screaming]

[tires squealing]

- Whoo!

- You're right!
That is fun to say!

[laughter]

Oh, my goodness.
Good work, ladies.

Now, we may have smashed
the place,

but at least we know
he's not cheating.

- Right.
- Yeah, mission accomplished.

- Oh, yeah.
Now, I'm gonna text Ari

and let her know that
David is as boring as always.

- Well, that's for sure.

- And we gotta go somewhere
where we can get plucked.

- I know that's right.
- Ooh, and I have to call Gary,

because I hung up on him
so quick

when he said David was home--
well, coming home.

I just have to--

can someone just call my phone?

- Oh, I'll call it.

- Don't tell me you left your
phone in David's apartment.

- No, I'm not saying that.
I'm not gonna tell that to you.

- ♪ Troop out ♪

- Hello,
this is David Montgomery.

I'd like to report a break-in
at my apartment.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Girl gang, girl gang ♪

- ♪ Number one yeah,
I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Ah-ooh ♪

- ♪ Party down took you
from minor to major ♪

- ♪ Ah-ooh ♪

♪ You wanted video,
the fruits of my labor ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one yeah,
I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Ah-ooh ♪

- ♪ Don't forget it, yeah,
I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

[fingers snap]
- Whoo!

[animal bleats]