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Everything will be normal.

Only five years.

Let's talk about something else.

PREVIOUSLY IN THE SERIES

My girlfriend with her son currently living with my mother.

Ashley and Trish hate each other

along the way because my sister I decided to open my own strip club,

and for now they're all hanging out in the living room.

And my son keeps asking where I am.

Will dad come to visit us?

But while Ashley brings up our karate kid alone.

Baba Yaga!

Hello boy.

Baba Yaga!

There's also a blazer, okay?

- Not only this. - Where are you going?

I have a meeting at the bank

about the loan.

Well, there you are, you crazy kid!

I'm cool, I have a business look,

and I smell bad.

- I do not argue. - Yes Yes.

Do you wanna fuck the bank?

"Do you want to fuck the bank?"

Let go...

Hey! Just not in the face!

Wear something of mine if you want.

Nope. I like my gear, okay?

And I earn more why the hell do I need your flannel?

- Well, at least take off the caps. - Nope.

Your mother's leg!

Well, I do not! You can't kick your aunt!

Hey! What's wrong?

- I did not see. - This is your Sean Wick

punched a hole in my thigh!

Ashley, why are you silent?

Three times rule.

- Rule of what? - If you do it right,

physically punish the child only three times

Then a healthy fear kicks in.

The first time - when he was small, the second - when a teenager,

the last - at the age of 17.

- Beat? - I do not like this word.

Yes, beat.

Go and kick him in the ass, Ashley.

Are you his mother or what?

Crap! They are worth the hell!

Shit.

- Good luck with the bank! - Shut up, Ash!

Buy me new shoes!

- You beat her three times? I didn't decide on the last one.

- I'm afraid of her. - Understand.

- So you beat Miles and Trish? - Didn't beat.

I wouldn't be able...

God! Sean!

BLIND SPOT

SERIES 3 "THREE TIME RULE"

"EVERYTHING IS THE SAME THING OF SLAPPING"

He broke into the kitchen like ninja john wick,

and kicked Trish and then me.

Well I hope you kicked this small dragon in return?

Slashed on the neck

then the trip, then the blow of the viper,

and a panther fist or something then you come back

and the tail of his scorpion

or there with a hawk's claw, and that's it!

I didn't beat our son with a panther's fist!

No. I sent it to Nancy.

Ah, cool.

Let her show him. Fuck-fuck.

No, I'll decide when I get back.

Rainey offers to hit.

Oh yes,

three times rule.

What's wrong? I hate violence!

And how long?

How long have you hated him? - There are just exceptions.

Said Ashley who's at prom

broke her friend's nose because of the dress.

- Because of the dress! - I showed her

what dress do you want

and this bitch is badass Bought one for myself, damn it!

- Do not swear! - Do not swear!

Listen, I mean

what are you at the time was with violence on "you".

Me too. Yes.

I repent, I repent.

It was more difficult for us as children than for Sean.

And he just needs discipline. That's why I gave it to the sport.

Yes, but he still lives in West Auckland.

And then everyone was beaten or he beat himself.

And little has changed.

Does he already know where I am?

No.

I don't know yet how he...

Understand.

I miss for him,

but understand.

Janelle said they'll cut your time off.

May be.

It was the same with Colin.

I do not want to talk about it.

They called from your work.

I need to empty your locker and take the check.

What?

Trying to remember Is there any compromise there?

No, everything is fine.

Now I'm interested.

THIS IS A METAPHOR

Are you Trish?

Well, yes.

- Credit for business development. - Super.

Ask. Have a seat.

Well, tell me about yourself.

About me? I'm just a fucked up chick

who wants to get some money

so that we are with the girls the horses did not move from hunger.

- You know, what am I talking about? - And then!

And what will the loan go to?

So. Now everything will be, listen.

- So-so. - Me and my birds are the coolest,

fashionable and exclusive dancers in the bay.

- Is everything clear? - Yes, I can smell it.

Here are the goodies.

I'll tell you honestly. We studied this rotten business

along and across

the only problem is, what we have from this zero.

Well, I thought and said: something new needs to be done.

So? We caught up with the audience promote yourself on social media

and ready to grow.

New level? This is great.

You can get drunk immeasurably. Inflated from the dough.

- What, gases? - Ninth month.

Only cache. No bills, no papers

no share to the feds. - Uncle Sam is out of business.

And I'm like this

"Damn! What, busting pussies in the "Premium Lady", to share with the club?

Fuck there."

In short, you have to put all the same loot in the same pockets

and still stay in the city. In my opinion, everyone wins.

All we need is... four walls and a roof.

And mothers in action!

- Clear? - Self-sufficiency.

Cool. You are cool.

So, how can our bank help you?

Zaya, I need to make a down payment.

for the room. - For your club?

- Yes, sir. - Which one were you talking about?

- It's like that. - This is impossible.

Stop. It's like a bank.

- Why not? - So you yourself called all the reasons!

You will only have cash

you don't pay taxes your workers are actually criminals,

and you have no income records.

A pile of dirty laundry not an ounce of bleach.

These strip clubs are illegal.

Damn, okay let's call it something else. Burlesque.

White people love burlesque.

Zaya... I'm sorry. You are cool

but I won't help you.

It's like a bank. We give loans for clean ideas:

kambucha bars, oxygen bars,

pickleball fields and all that.

try something type "Karma Glutra".

We gave them fat credit the other day.

"Karma" what? So what is it anyway?

Pole dance lessons with hot stones.

They give the effect of a steam room. Great workout.

I signed up my mom. If you want, I'll finish.

They have a franchise.

Finish it, right?

No. Listen.

This is the most colonial bullshit

that I have heard in my life.

- Yes, I want to help! - This is bullshit.

You're delusional. Go to hell. And all this to hell!

I wanted to help. Slow down!

You know! Everything went to hell!

Security, we have an emergency here.

Fuck it! And your hands in the ass!

- And you too! - She spreads my arms and...

- Security! - Security-security. Go to hell!

Sean...

- Buter for the answer. - Cool.

You made sandwiches.

I'll be back when the losers will be marked "Mimosas".

Mom, what's wrong with Sean? He is silent.

Obviously he did something.

In general, he is punished.

- Clear. - I don't have time for this.

I need "fuck-fuck"

make up for lost time. - Yes I remember.

- Bye. - Bye.

Come on, dude. Can I help you?

I was also punished. That's just exhausted.

How long have you been punished?

He says!

I was sentenced for a year.

But I'm sure

you didn't do much wrong.

Well?

I kicked my mom.

Bli-i-in.

Prepare the last supper? Because you are finished.

- What you want? Spaghetti? - Stop doing that.

Look, Sean, there's still room for improvement. We just have to apologize.

Never plead guilty.

- Ask for forgiveness. - Deny everything.

It could have been any other kid. Did you sleep?

- Have you been seen? - Do something for her.

Everyone loves gifts made with love.

- Go get some markers. - No, no, don't sign anything.

Get a lawyer!

Haven't you seen "Scared, that's right!"?

Have you seen "A Threat to Society?"

You didn't see anything at all?

How many scars do I have inside?

My father beat me more than once, not two, not three, now in the cheekbone, then in the eye,

then mothers in the teeth,

until her light is gone.

Sweatshirts with a throat, a longer sleeve.

And so, until Miles showed who is wrong here.

Back then, I was addicted to violence.

But the boys grow up and become angrier.

Yesterday's boys forget about mothers and friends.

And I would protect my from pitfalls.

You can't survive in the area without thick skin.

But if my son decided who wants to be bad

what to do with it now?

Spank him.

Hey, not in 2018.

You can't hit kids now.

Beat, maybe not

but you can ask a spanking, right? Spank.

And what is to give a crack?

It's like giving a slap in the face.

Do you know how my brother and I were punished? Mom used to put on a huge shirt for us,

such a white one, and did not take it off, until we get out of it.

No violence, no fun.

Moral beating.

And who will be the second? He kicked me.

Cracks are a gray area I'm telling you, Ash.

Here you are in a fight didn't give a crack to anyone?

From the side it is not clear how serious it is

but then it hurts - tin.

Yo, what if you put it on very tight shirt

and let her press him

until he realizes he was wrong?

No, it's too much like torture.

and nothing better than beating. - Don't hit.

- Nobody said "beat". - Yes, not "beat", but "reap".

Here, take it.

Thank you.

Friend, are you okay?

I forgot that we had paired caps.

Ah, yes, we took them before...

...well, everything happened.

I look like?

Fucking!

Wait, wait, wait. Let me take a photo.

Come on, show me Miles.

Oh damn.

- Sexy, you say? - Yes, no.

Listen, if you sew up the sleeves of your shirt,

let it become, like, sedative?

When you're in a straitjacket immediately you know what to do.

No, man, I'm telling you.

God is my witness a good slap will solve everything.

One hundred pounds. And you have to go from top to bottom.

- Like this! - No, bro...

- That's her boy. - Che is not something?

Would you hear like a nigga was talking to me.

This is tin. Yes.

And then they kicked me out of there altogether, like I'm some kind of slut.

Like, I have to teach yazhemamok dance on a pole with hot stones?

What am I, part-time acrobat?

This is not the circus "Du Glazey".

And did you really say that?

Girlfriend, maybe the problem is not in the bank?

You get up fast...

No no no. No.

I don't get turned on, okay?

I'm just on my own passionate nature.

Only your passion

slipped into rudeness.

- Yes. - So you agree with her?

Clear. That is, I suck

because I believe in our cause?

How did you frame your project?

I am an entrepreneur and... - No, you're pushing drugs.

Yes, among other things.

And I have high standards

loyal customers, peak season discounts

and just amazing employees.

In Amsterdam we would dentistry was included in the insurance.

Well, like this...

...what did you say at the bank?

OK.

I told them I could run the club better than Carl.

Dot. Even with closed eyes.

Clear. So your suggestion is

crossed out photo of Carl and a bunch of show-offs or..

- Oh damn... - Security!

Well, quickly get out of here this dark bastard!

He pushes drugs. Get the hell out of here!

- OK OK. - Yes, disappear.

- Can he come here at all? - It is clear that you were not given a loan.

Yo, T, there's no fish in the buffet again.

We have a fish and chips buffet,

but no fish...

So, well, where the hell did the fish go?

Didn't you float away? Where is Karl, his mother?

Well, how's your poster?

Why do you need a wire?

You are now waiting to be punished, right?

And this is my punishment. I can't leave the house

if anything - this thing will knock.

But you've already been punished.

It's parole

that is, after punishment you get

punishment light, to check how you are doing.

Double punishment?

Will Aunt Trish punish me too?

Why would suddenly?

I kicked her too.

Looks like more glitter is needed.

Glitter, come on!

Bitch!

What are you doing, Carl?

What do you want? I'm busy as hell.

Your mother is on the left.

How did you just put business owner?

- You're a cretin! - Hey!

Are you aware? You're doing some bullshit!

Get down to business and help me.

OK.

Charles,

there is no fish in the buffet.

We have a fish day. Where's the fucking fish?!

Well, either fish, or nesting dolls.

What a strange choice.

So, stay out of my business, okay? You dealt with it

that two of us didn't come on shift? - No no no. Wait a minute!

Stop. Nobody called me.

Yes, they called me. Left messages.

And what? Lizzie didn't wait until I give it to her.

She already knew everything.

Now I don't understand Do I look like Liz?

- No. - I told,

first class girls they don't call me.

- Was it Beth or Jeanette? - I don't know.

How do I know what their names are?

I know there won't be two.

We don't have fish. I'm opening these fucking matryoshkas.

Don't worry about the buffet. Crap!

The buffet is a business. What side are you on here?

You're taking care of girls. Is there a replacement who starts at five?

What is a "buffet" anyway?

And no, no. I don't have a replacement.

OK.

- "OK"? - OK.

- What is ok"? - OK. Get dressed, okay?

Yes. You will go to the stage.

So at least we will work without one.

No Carl...

Karl, we agreed I dance when I want.

- I'm a new mom. - No, you know what?

You are not technically a mother.

You're a temporary mom, okay?

- Didn't understand. - So...

I'm really busy.

I don't know how much more I need to open these fucking matryoshkas.

Listen, let's be clear

we decided that you would dance,

when you want, right? - Yes.

Or...

...if force majeure occurs.

It's when it's fucking Friday We are missing two girls!

Yes?

So sometimes mommy needs roll up your sleeves, so to speak.

What, forgot how?

What, forgot your mother?

- Just. I don't... - What "not"?!

Let's go!

The clock is ticking! Time to get on stage, baby!

Stomp. Come on, Trish. Get out from here.

I said I'll complain to my father

and, as soon as it came to Miles, appeared...

- Fear? Anxiety? Respect? - Yes!

And I thought: "That's what you need!"

But with Miles it was easier.

He's a bad cop, I'm a good cop

but Sean knows I'm a good cop.

Not a cop at all. Security guard at the store.

I need to be a bad cop.

Find the second spirit.

- What? - The second spirit.

Native Americans believed

that there can be two spirits in one body.

I need a second parent.

I didn't have a father but my mother's spirit was enough for two.

Boys are sometimes monsters.

Nah, monsters are not born but become.

Just poor parents

can't put in place their presumptuous children,

and the kids at this time begin gut the cats.

If someone had piled to these little psychopaths,

we wouldn't have Jeffrey Dahmer.

Do you think he should be beaten? - No.

I'll show you what to do. Give me a hand.

Let's.

This is how it's done, okay?

Mom beat me more than once or twice,

and look, I became a manager

prestigious hotel. Understood?

- I'm witty. - Yes.

I also have an anxiety disorder

and intimacy issues. But it's invisible.

Keds are cheeky.

- Fuck patriarchy? - Fuck the memory.

- Couldn't find the shoes, okay? - Well, yes.

They don't match the suit.

Are you dressed in the dark?

What's happened?

Trish is performing with us today! Let's rock!

- Firework! - Firework!

How about meeting at the bank?

Thanks, crap.

This asshole hates strippers hates me and my idea, damn it.

I went straight to the bottom.

I'm really sorry.

Why sorry?

You are the same.

Hey, hey, ladies, don't fumes.

- It's all cool. - No, Jackie, you didn't hear

that she rubbed me in the morning. Took got to the bottom of my gear,

type she never wore skirts. - I was wrong.

In vain climbed.

Oh, yes, you are always climbing somewhere, in other people's affairs, in other people's houses.

Trish, that's enough.

OK. You are like a naughty child.

Kiss my ass!

Yes.

I'm older than you.

This is called "strong character".

Some don't pretend who the hell knows

to get higher.

Do you remember what we talked about... - Unlike you,

pretending to be white

and how she returned to our area, put on a cap.

Hey old Ashley, you're still alive!

- Trish, stop it! - Shut up, Mom!

Wow. It's clear, why did the bank wrap you up.

- In terms of? "Look, I'm the boss.

Give me the money and I'll ruin everything. I'm cool.

And I don't need to know shit. I have my rebellious spirit."

God, that's what I was missing -

advice from a chick who got trampled from the University of San Francisco?

You were so good while you were sitting on your neck

my fucking brother.

This is too much. Is it true.

Are these my shoes?

And here we are at a crossroads, because you told her

that she can take your things.

Yes, I wear your ugly shoes.

And you know what? What the hell

Did I doubt myself because of you?

Everything was great until you got stuck

with your energy dull deshman bitch.

- Crap! - You stole my shoes.

from my room? Well, shoot!

If you slowed down just a little, we could land...

Here, here is what your biggest mistake, Ashley!

It's Miles' room! You are nobody here!

- Take off, take off your shoes! - Ah well?

Okay, take your fucking deshman shoes!

OK. Now you're screwing...

- Come on, Ashley! - You already screwed up!

What are you, in nature ...

Mother! I'm drunk!

Crap!

We brought Sean.

- Grandma hit aunt? - No no.

She gave her a slap. A slap in the face.

And they will hang you if you misbehave.

Baby... You apologized.

FORGIVE ME, PLEASE, MOM! AND Aunt

Did dad tell you to punch me in the face?

Dad's not here right now. I'm scarier.

And ask your aunt if she's in pain.

Hurt?

Aunt, are you in pain?

Not the right word, little one.

All face hurts.

- And they knocked out eight of my teeth. - Clear?

She didn't even kick anyone.

This was the last warning.

Understood? Don't kick mom and aunt anymore.

- And my grandmother. - And my grandmother.

Mom, you have fangs like dad!

Yes, that's right.

A trifle, you are very lucky today.

You got off easy. Do you get it now?

She is watching you.

Am I on parole?

Yes, welcome. Here you are.