Original subtitles

Leslie: I want you to know that I'm not angry with you.

- Rue: Angry? - Leslie: Yes, I'm not angry with you. I love you.

Rue: What are you talking about?

Leslie: I know you're doin' drugs again.

Rue: What? Did Gia say something about this?!

Really?! You're gonna rat me out to fuckin' Mom

over smokin' a little bit of fuckin' weed?!

- Is that what the fuck we're doing now? - Gia: What're you talking about?

- I didn't rat you out! - I knew I never should've

- fuckin' trusted you! - Gia: I didn't say anything!

Rue: Then what is she talking about?!

Leslie: Wait, wait, wait!

We're you doin' drugs with Gia?

- No! - Gia: What? I--

- Rue, I didn't say anything! - Then how the fuck does she know?

- What is she talking about?! - Leslie: Gia, you knew this?

- You knew she was doin' drugs? - Gia: It's not like that.

Okay, you know what? If you wanna fuckin' consider

smoking some weed to help with my fucking panic attacks doing drugs

then, yeah, sure, whatever. I was doin' fuckin' drugs.

Gimme a fuckin' break.

You knew?

- Don't slam my door! - Gia: Mom!

Please tell her I didn't say anything--

Can you guys chill the fuck out? It's just weed.

Leslie: I'm not talkin' about weed, Rue.

I'm talkin' about pills.

- What? - Leslie: I'm talking about opiates.

I'm not doin' opiates, Mom.

- When did you start doing pills? - Leslie: Gia!

Rue: I didn't. I fuckin' didn't!

- I told you-- - Gia--

I thought it wasn't a good idea--

Gia, please!

Let me handle this! Go to your room!

- Fuck it. - Yeah, fuck it!

Rue: If you wanna drug test me, let's just do it.

- I don't want to drug test you. - Okay, so then, what?

- You just wanna fuckin' accuse me of shit? - I'm not accusing you, baby.

- Okay? But I know-- - If you're so fuckin' sure, let's do it!

Come on, let's go. Let's fuckin' drug test me.

I don't need to. Jules told me everything.

The fuck did you do, Mom?

- Fuck! What did you do, Mom? - Baby, please. Baby, please listen to me, okay?

- Fuck. What did you do with the fuckin' suitcase?! - Please, it's gonna be okay!

- It's gonna be okay! - What did you do with the fuckin' suitcase?!

- Baby, it's gonna be okay! - No, it's not

gonna be fuckin' okay! You don't know--

Fuck! It wasn't mine!

- Then whose is it? Huh?! - Fuck! Fuck!

Okay, look, look.

We can go to the hospital, okay?

I'm not goin' to a fuckin' hospital! If you call--

- Mom, Mom-- - Look, we can do the withdrawal thing

- again, baby. It's okay. - Don't call... the fuckin' hospital.

If you try to put me in a fuckin' hospital,

I swear to God, we're gonna have a problem.

- Rue, no, you're out of control. - Put the phone down.

Put the fucking-- Put the fucking phone down!

Where did you put it? Where'd you put my pills, Mom?

- Where did you put it?! - You're in my way.

- Get outta my way. I'm callin' the police. - Mom!

- No, you can't. You can't do that. - Yes!

You will not attack me in my own home--

I'll do whatever the fuck I want in your own home!

I raised you!

I did, okay?!

And you do not fuckin' scare me!

You're not a good person, Rue.

You smilin'?

Really? You're proud of that?

You know what's a shame, Mom?

My dad's dead.

Kinda keeps you from admitting what a shit fuckin' mother you are.

"Oh, poor Leslie.

"Her daughter's an addict,

but, you know, her dad did die."

You hear that, Gia?!

You hear that?

I don't wanna put too much pressure on you,

but you're probably gonna have to be

a fuckin' neurosurgeon, or maybe an astronaut

because if not, then Mom is 0 for fuckin' 2,

and that means that it might, actually,

- just be her fuckin' fault. - Gia: Rue, stop!

Yeah, that means, maybe, she, actually, fucked up!

- Okay, that's enough, Rue. - Rue: To be fuckin' honest.

- That's enough. - Don't fuckin' touch me!

Don't fuckin' touch me! You wanna hit me?

- Gia: Shut the fuck up! - Do it. Hit me!

- You're fucking-- - I know you want to. Get the fuck off of me!

Don't you fuckin' touch her!

Ow!

Get out! Get the fuck outta here!

- Get off of me! - Get your--

Rue: Where are my fuckin' pills?!

What did you do?!

Rue: Where are they?!

You wanna tell me what to do with my fuckin' life, huh?!

You wanna tell me to stop doin' drugs?!

Huh, what the fuck else am I supposed to do, huh?!

What do you want me to do?!

- What do you want me to fuckin' do?! - Rue, please!

This is your fuckin' fault!

You don't fuckin' recognize me? Well, neither do fuckin' I!

I don't fuckin' recognize me either!

Where did you put it?

You wish I was different?! So do I!

You fucking hate me?! So do I!

Where did you fucking put them?!

Fuck! Where'd you put it?

Where's the fuckin' suitcase?

Fuck.

Where did you put it? Fuck.

Where did you put the fuckin' pills?

Where did you put the pills?!

Where did you put them, Mom?

You, you don't understand, Mom. It's not my suitcase.

It's not mine.

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

I want to get clean. I can't do it.

And I just-- I don't wanna be here anymore.

I'm sor-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

I, I just-- I don't know what to do.

I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Gia.

I, I didn't, I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I need you to tell me where they are.

I need you to tell me where the pills are, Mom.

I need you to tell me where the suitcase is.

Tell me where they are, Mom!

Fuck! Aah!

Where did you fucking put them?!

I know they're fuckin' in here, Mom! I know they're in here!

What did you do with them?! What did you do?!

Where the fuck are they?

What did you do with them?

Jules: We flushed 'em down the toilet.

Leslie: You look embarrassed, Rue.

You embarrassed 'cause Jules just heard everything you said?

Don't cry. Own that shit. Own what you just said.

Fuck you.

Oh, okay.

I see what the fuck is goin' on here.

Well, first thing's first,

Elliot here is a fuckin' addict...

so if he tells you anything fuckin' different,

he's a liar and a fucking snake.

Fuck you!

- He cares about you-- - Fuckin' bitch.

This doesn't fucking concern you, Jules.

- Yes, it does-- - No the fuck it doesn't!

- Yes, it does. - How?!

'Cause I don't want you to kill yourself.

- You're a fucking rat! - Jules: You were lying to me.

Rue: Yeah, so you go tell my fuckin' Mom?!

Jules: I didn't know what else to do.

And why the fuck would you say anything?

You are fuckin' dead to me.

- You don't mean that. - I fucking mean every fucking word.

- You're dead to me, Jules. - I don't believe you.

You and me, we're fuckin' done.

There's nothing fuckin' there anymore.

Nothing... Fucking... There.

You know, I have a lot of regrets... in my life.

But I gotta tell you, Jules, meeting you,

has got to be at the top of my fuckin' list.

Oh, now you wanna fuckin' cry?

Now you wanna fuckin' cry?

Yeah, you're a fucking vampire.

You just go around fuckin' sucking the fucking spirit out of everyone!

You like that shit... makes you feel good.

- You know that's not true. - Rue: It is fuckin' true.

It's all about fuckin' Jules, right?

And you don't know what the fuck you're doing.

You just act all fuckin' innocent,

like you're this fuckin' sweet little angel,

this innocent, sweet, little fuckin' angel

who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing.

You know what the fuck you're doing!

- Jules: I love you. - No the fuck you don't.

You love being loved!

You're a fuckin' greedy whore

who just likes sucking the life out of people.

And it fucking hurts, Jules!

- I love you. - Rue: No, you don't.

Stop saying that! You don't love me!

You fuckin' left me...

when I fuckin' needed you.

You fuckin' left me...

when I was at my fuckin' lo--

You fuckin' left me at my fucking lowest!

And a real fuckin' friend, someone who fuckin' loves you,

wouldn't do some shit like that, Jules!

I love you and I want to help you.

Rue: If you wanna help me,

uh, you can honestly,

you can just stay out of my fuckin' life...

forever.

That would be great because, honestly,

looking at you makes me physically fucking ill!

- I'm sorry, baby. - Jules: Okay.

Elliot: I shouldn't have said anything.

I liked Rue the way she was.

And this shit was never my place.

Rue: I feel like I'm going crazy, Mom.

- I feel like I'm going crazy. - Look...

- I wanna take you to the ER, okay? - Okay.

- Okay. They can-- No. - I'm sorry.

Leslie: They can help you detox, okay?

Rue: Mom, I'm sorry for what I said.

I am. Please, forgive me.

Leslie: I don't care about that, Rue.

I'm sorry.

- I just miss Dad. - Leslie: Me too, baby, me too.

- I miss him a lot. - Leslie: I know.

Me too.

Oh god.

Leslie: Baby...

listen.

Can I take you to the hospital?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You want shotgun?

Rue: You wanna know the truth?

I relapsed as soon as I got out of rehab.

Leslie: ...thinkin' about that right now, okay?

Let's just get you back into rehab.

Rue: Wait, what, what the fuck you talking about, Mom?

I thought you said we were going to the ER.

Leslie: Yeah, baby, it's the same thing.

Rue: No, it's not the fuckin' same thing, Mom.

Five percent, okay?

Those are my fucking chances, one in 20.

Leslie: All I know, if you set your mind to it,

your chances are higher than five percent.

Yeah, well, everybody's Mom fuckin' says that, okay?

Even the ones who bury their kids.

It's funny 'cause... if you guys didn't do

this fuckin' intervention shit,

I was about a month away from killing myself.

I have this image in my head

of me just, you know, layin' in the sand, and...

lettin' the wave just kind of take me out to sea.

Ugh, fuck. Mom, I can't do this. I can't, I can't do this.

- You guys need to let me out of this car. - I don't care--

Rue: I don't wanna fuckin' do this!

Leslie: It's okay, baby, we're almost there, okay?

Rue: It's not fuckin' okay, Mom!

Leslie: Just-- Rue! Rue!

Can't do this. I'm sorry, Mom, I can't.

- I can't do it. - Leslie: Rue, get back in the car!

- Rue! - Oh my gosh!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Mom, Mom, go get her!

Mom, go!

Fuck, fuck! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Stop!

Rue!

Fuck.

♪ Praise the Lord ♪

Fez!

Ah, fuck.

- Hey. - Hey, are you okay?

Mm-hm. I think I just have, like, a cold or something.

Okay, well, don't get me sick 'cause I have rehearsal.

I can't, I can't get you sick.

Okay, well, colds are contagious, so--

Rue: Yeah, I realize that, but it's just--

It's not that kind of thing.

Can I use your bathroom, please?

- Hey, Rue! - Oh, hi.

- Hey, oh. Oh, yeah. - Hey.

Oh my god.

Hey, Rue.

Oh, jeez. Are you feelin' okay?

- Rue: Yeah. - You look terrible.

- Rue: Yeah-- - I mean, really terrible.

Yeah, I think I just have, like, a cold or something.

Well, don't get me sick. I have a compromised immune system.

But otherwise, are you doin' okay?

- Uh-huh. - How's your mom?

- I was thinking about her the other day. - Yeah... she's good.

- And how's your sister? - Yeah, good.

- You staying clean? - Uh-huh.

- Yeah? Bein' a good girl? - Mm-hm.

How long have you been clean for?

Um, since the summertime.

Now, are you in AA, or are you in NA?

Rue: Um...

- NA. - Suze: NA.

- Rue: Mm-hm. - Suze: Okay, good to hear.

That's just terrific.

- I-- - Suze: I'm not a big fan of AA.

Honey, do you remember when your father...

sent me to AA that one time?

I was just kickin' and screamin'.

Just a bunch of hoity-toity

assholes giving their advice

whether you ask for it or not--

Suze, can I use your bathroom, please?

- ...nightmare. Absolutely. - Thank you so much.

Knock yourself out, sweetheart.

It's nice to see you. You look great.

She's not doin' good.

Fuck.

Oh...

Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end.

This can't make you feel good, Rue. Livin' like this.

Lyin' to the people you love,

bein' mean to the people you love.

- This can't make you feel good about yourself. - Rue: I don't care.

Just fuckin' leave me alone, please.

- I know you're in pain. - Rue: You have no fucking idea, Mom.

Leslie: Let's get back into the car,

and let me take you to the hospital.

I can't get clean. I can't do that shit forever.

You don't have to.

Just... take it one day at a time.

Yeah.

- Hey, Cass? - Cassie: Yeah?

- I have a quick question for you. - What?

How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?

Wh-what, what, what are you talking about?

Rue: How long have you been fucking Nate?

Cassie: I'm not. What? I'm not.

What are you talking about?

Oh, I just-- I, I saw her get his truck,

and then, kiss him and drive off.

That was, like, what, like, uh...

- Uh-- - Rue: like a month ago?

Uh--

- Are you kidding me? - Uhh.

Cass, that's, like... really bad.

You're fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?

No, I... I don't even know why she would say that.

- You're lying! - Yeah, can we just table this conversation?

- Okay, let's go-- - No, no. You expect me to stand here

next to my best friend who's been lying to me

about fucking my ex-boyfriend!

- I'm literally gonna get violent. - Okay, no. Let's just--

Suze: No, there is no need to get violent, okay,

because we are having an intervention!

- Stop it! - I'm beggin' you.

- Let's just get into the car. - Mom... I can't.

- Kat: Let's just talk-- - Maddy: Oh, you're crying?!

- No-- Maddy! - You're fucking crying, you fucking bitch?!

- Maddy, come on! - You're the one who's hurt?

You're the most self-centered,

- idiotic person I have ever fucking met! - Maddy.

- You fuck my ex, and you're fucking crying?! - Maddy, Maddy.

Are you fucking kidding me?!

- Let's just do this later. - Leslie: Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I don't give a shit who's fucking who, okay?

If you're gonna keep talkin' about it, get out of the room.

- Yeah, absolutely. You're being an animal... - Um, Cass?

- Do you wanna go on a walk? - right now... to my girl.

I don't even know why you're believing her.

She's a drug addict.

Maddy: How long have you been fucking him?

- Be honest. - Maddy, let's just do it later.

Kat, shut the fuck up! How long have you been fucking him?!

Rue?

Listen, let's just get into the car, okay?

When was this?

Right after New Year's.

Oh!

You dumb fucking bitch! I'm gonna fuck you--

Don't fuckin' run away from me, you stupid fucking bitch!

Why are you guys... Come on!

- I don't-- - Suze: Goddammit, I'm so sorry.

Rue?

- Fezco: What's up, kid? - Hey.

- You look like shit. - Yeah, I fuckin' feel like shit.

I think I'm going through withdrawal and I, I need somethin'.

- Can't help you. I don't have nothin' here. - Rue: Ah fuck, man.

You gotta have something. That's bullshit.

Don't know what to tell you.

I don't keep nothin' at the house no more.

- Fuck, okay. - Not no more.

Well, can I, can I use your bathroom?

- Fezco: Go ahead! - Okay... Ah fuck.

Where did you come from?

- Yo, you all right in there? - Rue: Don't-- I'm fuckin'--

I'm shittin' my brains out. Please, Fez, go away.

- You want some Pepto Bismol or something? - Rue: No! No, fuck.

- Just go away. - All right, all right.

Yo, come on now, Rue.

- Are you serious? - Fez, please.

- No, no, no. - Please? Please, let me. Let me take them. Just--

Only three. She won't even know that they're gone.

- She won't miss them. - It's the principle, Rue.

- It's just not right. - Please, just let-- Just let me

- keep 'em. Please? - It's not right.

- I'm in a lot of pain, Fez, please. - Give it to me, Rue.

- Give it to me. Let go. - Please?

- Please... Fuck. - You gotta leave the house.

- Let go of me. Fez, let go! - You gotta leave the house, Rue.

Get off of me! Get your fuckin' hands off of me!

- Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit! - Hell, nah!

- Don't fuckin'-- - Nah, come here!

- Don't fuckin' touch me! Get off! - Come here!

- Nah, we not doin' this shit today! - Get off! Fez! Fez!

- Get the fuck off of me! - We not doin' it today!

- Get off of me! - Come on!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! - Nah, you gotta get

- the fuck out the house now! - I'm sorry! I'm--

- Fezco: No, it's too late for that now-- - Rue: You don't have,

You don't have to take me out. You don't have--

You, you don't ha--

You don't have to put me out! You don't have to!

Don't fuckin' have to put me--

- You don't have to put me out there! - Fezco: No, no, no.

- Rue: No. Fuck. - You gotta go.

Fuck!

Man: Come on! Let's go!

Every fucking time!

Stop fuckin' rushing me.

♪ Hey, do y'all know what's up? ♪

♪ Meet me, I'm rollin' up ♪

♪ My dream... ♪

Fuck.

Hey, puppy.

Rue: Hey.

Hi... Hi.

Oh.

Oh, oh, you're... you're cute.

Oh, ow. Ah yeah.

What's your name?

Harold.

Okay, Harold-- Ah!

I'm just gonna... steal some shit.

♪ Never know how much I love ya ♪

♪ Never know how much I care ♪

♪ When you put your arms around me ♪

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One, one, one, one, one.

♪ Fever in the morning ♪

♪ And fever all through the night ♪

♪ Bless my soul, I love ya ♪

♪ Take this heart away ♪

- Wife: I don't wanna talk about it. - Husband: Ugh.

You know, heaven forbid you miss one fuckin' party.

Wife: It's embarrassing.

- Good night, Gabe. - Husband: Mm-hm.

Gabe!

I think someone broke in! Get the gun!

- Oh! - Oh, holy fuck!

♪ Ow! ♪

-♪ You gonna treat me right ♪ - ♪ You give me fever ♪

-♪ You gonna treat me right ♪ - ♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ How are you gonna treat me right ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ Are you gonna treat me right ♪

Gia, can you pay attention?

And help me find your sister?

Aw, fuck.

Ah...

Ah fuck.

Officer 1: Everything okay, Miss?

Totally.

Where you headed?

Home.

Officer 1: What?

Home.

What was that?

I said I'm headed--

- Officer 1: Ah dammit! - Officer 2: Ah shit! We got a runner.

Oh shit.

Shit!

Announcer We've seen stalemates from them in the past.

'Scuse me! 'Scuse me! Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Rue: Please, God, don't let me die.

Driver: Get out of the fuckin' road!

Oh! Oh shit!

Officer 2: Vehicle in pursuit of a pedestrian.

Requesting additional units.

Officer 1: There she is!

Hey, stop!

'Scuse me! 'Scuse me!

Officer Get out of the way!

Move!

Rue: I'm so sorry!

Officer: Move! Get out of the way!

Officer 1: Hey, stop!

She's going down the alley!

Oh fuck!

Where'd she go?

♪ Praise the Lord ♪

Officer: All right, guys, let's wrap it up.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Ah, fuck.

Ow.

Ah...

- Hi. - Ruby Bennett, I'm so happy to see you.

I, uh... I don't have the money right now, but...

I, uh... I brought this.

This, this is, like, a thousand dollars worth of jewelry,

and, uh, I have, um...

$2,000 right here... um. That's all I have right now.

Rue, why didn't you just pick up the phone and tell me that?

You could've just said, "Laurie, I don't have a dozen eggs,

I've only got eight."

- I was just worried. - About what?

That you would be angry.

You wanna know a funny thing about me?

I don't think I've ever gotten angry in my entire life.

Really?

Laurie: Well, I don't know if that's true.

Is that true?

Yeah, no, that's true. I've never gotten angry.

You did lie to me, though. You said you were sober.

- I was. - Rue, you're lying to me again.

I know it might be hard to believe,

but I was a college athlete.

I was pretty tough, and then I got injured.

And over the years, I had surgeries,

and I had screws put in my shoulder.

And then, eventually, I got put on oxycontin.

I was a schoolteacher by that time,

and I had a family.

You should've seen us.

We were, like, right out of a Sears catalog.

I didn't even know it was addictive until I ran out.

And that's when I learned

I would do anything to avoid withdrawal

'cause it's hell.

- You're going through hell, aren't you? - Yeah.

- How much have you been doing? - Forty mil.

You know, I wish you had caught me earlier in the week

'cause I had a whole assortment of things

that would've taken the pain away.

- Now, all I've got is morphine. - I can take morphine.

I only have the intravenous, and you don't fix, do you?

- No. - Then, unfortunately, I can't help you.

Listen, I appreciate you coming here

with all this jewelry and stuff,

but you're gonna have to pay the whole thing in cash.

- This isn't a pawn shop. - I know. I'm sorry.

So, when do you think you're gonna come up with the rest of it?

Um...

Soon... Really soon.

Rue, you don't look like someone who's gonna come up

with money real soon.

You know, a doctor once told me they did brain studies on people

who've done a lot of opiates,

and that over time,

all the chemicals in your brain

that make you happy and feel good

start to decrease because your body's getting it artificially.

But the longer you use,

it just starts to weaken and wither,

kinda like a limb that's not getting blood to it anymore.

And then, it just sort of falls off,

and you get something called cell death,

where you just have these big dead spots

in the parts of your brain that used to make you happy.

No matter what you do, you can't ever get it back.

He said it's basically the same brain as people who've had major strokes.

But the silver lining is that the things that

don't feel good don't feel as bad anymore.

You know, if I was going through withdrawal,

I would do anything.

It's one of the good parts of being a woman.

Even if you don't have money,

you've still got something people want.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Laurie: Oh, you poor kid. Let me help you get cleaned up.

Okay, Rue, let's get you undressed,

- so you can get into this bath here, okay? - Rue: Okay.

Rue: Do you have any pills or anything?

Laurie: I don't have any pills, I'm so sorry.

Rue: Okay...

Rue: Thank you. Thank you.

Laurie: Okay, let me help you get in.

Laurie: Okay.

- Rue: I just, I just wanna die. I just wanna die. - Laurie: I know. I'm so sorry.

Rue: I just wanna die.

I'll take anything that you have.

- Laurie: Are you sure? - Rue: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Laurie: Okay.

Actor He's taken the pills. He'll be all right.

Rue Are you sure that this is safe?

Laurie: All pharmaceuticals are safe, Rue.

Rue: Okay, just-- I've never done this before.

Laurie: I know. It's gonna be okay. Just give me your arm.

- Rue: Okay. - Laurie: Okay.

- Now, try to make a fist. - Okay.

Laurie: Okay, I'm gonna need you to be still, Rue.

- Hold it steady, Rue. - Rue: I know. I'm trying. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Laurie: Hold it steady, Rue.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Laurie: You know what's funny, Rue?

When I first saw you, I thought...

this girl's gonna be in my life for a long time.

Thank you.

♪ One day you will see ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

I... I remember a couple of days before you... passed away...

you told me...

that if I ever wanted to be with you...

all I would have to do is close my eyes...

and we'd be together.

Robert: Oh, I think she's moving. She's moving.

- Young Rue: My sister. - Robert: That's right! Your sister, yeah.

- Hi, Gia. - Hi, Gia.

I'm with you

when I'm six years old,

and at the beach for the first time...

jumping into the waves.

Can I have her?

Robert: Of course, you can have her.

She's your sister. She'll always be your sister.

Okay, this is a hospital, okay? Don't kiss the glass.

You said that...

memories exist outside of time...

and have no beginning or end.

You said as long as I live...

you'll be with me forever.

I miss you, Dad.

I miss you till I close my eyes.

That's it.

Thank you.

Bird: Hello.

Bird: Hello.

Rue?

("It Never Rains in Southern California" by Albert Hammond playing)

♪ Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it ♪

♪ Had offers but don't know which one to take ♪

♪ Please don't tell 'em how you found me ♪

♪ Don't tell 'em how you found me ♪

♪ Gimme a break, give me a break ♪

♪ Seems it never rains in Southern California ♪

♪ Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before ♪

♪ It never rains in California ♪

♪ But, girl, don't they warn ya ♪

♪ It pours ♪

♪ Man, it pours ♪