All language subtitles for Underbelly - 02x09 - Judas Kiss.BiA.English.HI.orig.Addic7ed.com

GEORGE: Oh, yeah, young Trevor here
owes me 1,500 bucks, yeah?

I'm not looking for it tomorrow,
but I'm not forgetting it either.

Well, I'm Mick Hurley's girlfriend.

Have you seen Freeman?

I trust him to look after my girl.
He goes and FUCKS HER!

What's this young girl
to you, Jo?

She's my fucking step-daughter!

I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard!

You're gonna have to pay me
or kill me, Trevor.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

FUCK OFF!

(SCREAMS)
Hiding anything in there, are we?

(WHIMPERS)

JACK: Look, Kay, if you talk to us now,
we won't come after you.

I didn't say anything.

TERRY: Take him away from me,
I'll kill you.

Until you can feel
somebody else's pain,

you can't love anybody.

ALLISON: Terry knows
no-one said anything?

Yep, but you and I'll
have to go over there,

sort out a few things face to face.

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

BOB: You alright in there, love?

Yeah. Just powdering my nose.

JACQUl: There are moments
when the world is a very small place.

Moments of tension,

doubt, uncertainty.

But our angels
are always closer than we think.

She won't be long.

How's she been?

(BREATHING SETTLES)

(SOBS)

Something's gotta be done, Terry.

Supply is erratic and then your
mate Marty, Mr bloody Asia,

the junk that he's sending us
is about as potent as kiddies' wee.

I'll talk to him.

My consortium are thinking it's time
we dealt with the supplier direct.

Cut out the middle man.

Got Marty's number, have you, Bob?

Or you know someone else
with a direct line

to the growers
in the Golden Triangle?

(SNORTS)

I'll talk to him.

He's in Thailand now,
sourcing a big load.

Some of it's coming here,
but I'll make sure you get the cream.

OK?

(DOOR SHUTS)

Everything sorted?
You tell me.

Well, with the changes
in the Narcotics Bureau,

Bob and I are wondering
if we should get Brian Alexander

to liaise directly
with the NSW police from now on.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(WOMAN SPEAKS)

Kensington Gardens is so lovely.

And these are so House of York
I couldn't resist them.

Hi, I'm Karen.

Hey.

Bob Jones.

Nice to meet you, Karen.

Nice to meet you, Bob.
And we've met, haven't we?

Allison.

TERRY: They're over from Australia.
On business.

KAREN: Right.

I'd better get these into water.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

Didn't you wanna go shopping?

Did I?

I think so.

Did I?

Nice to meet you, Bob.

Allison.

Pay the cops direct.
They're all bent as bananas.

Well, we need more couriers.

Well, if they're on to using single girls,
use couples.

Though Aussie retail's not really
my territory anymore, is it?

We're all in this together, Tel.

Indeed we are.

Aren't we, Allison?

(SNIFFS) Ally.

I heard the narcs went really hard
on you and Kay.

I didn't tell them anything.

Oh, I know you didn't.
I know you didn't.

But Kay.
She didn't say...

She told them she knew me!
There's no call to shout, mate.

Brian Alexander
saw the record of the interview.

Black and white -
"Yes, I know Terry Clark."

Just knowing you is nothing.

I know how these pricks work, mate.

They'll reinterview her.
They'll chip away at her.

Next time it'll be,
"Yes, I worked for him."

Then they apply more pressure,
the floodgates open

and she drowns me, you,
all of us in shit!

ALLISON: She won't.

Kay's not like that.
Is she still at the house?

She moved out.
Where to?

She's gone travelling.
Where to?

I don't know her address.

You're her best friend
and you don't have her address.

Ally, I don't want to hurt her.

I'm worried about her.

I can put her somewhere safe
where the narcs can't hassle her.

Oh, God.

(KISSES) I'm sorry.

It's terrible,

you girls being treated like that.

I wanna look after Kay.

I wanna look after you.

Are you sure you don't know
where I can find her?

I need to go toilet.

(HYPERVENTILATES)

(PANTS)

BOB: It must be
the time of the month.

So, you think we need to...

...little Kay?

Yes.

But she's not our biggest threat.

Who beside you and me knows most
about the organisation?

Marty.

(SCOFFS) Marty doesn't know shit.

Allison?

She's this close to cracking on us,
mate. I can feel it.

She's taken more risks for us
than you've had hot roots.

You said yourself,

she couldn't get out of bed,

couldn't leave the house,
couldn't make decisions.

Well, she's been through a rough patch,
but she's pulling together.

Next time the narcs
get a hold of her,

she won't pull together.

Well, I'm not organising this one.

You have to, mate.

(MEN SPEAK IN THE OTHER ROOM)

(PICKS UP PHONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Kay, it's me.

Jeez, Ally, have you forgotten
about the time difference?

Kay, listen to me.
You have got to get out of there.

Why? Are the narcs after me?

Not the narcs. Terry.

I've got a daughter her age!

And let me tell you -

however many you organise,
it never gets natural.

You owe me this.
Bulls poop I do!

I have a son in New Zealand and I can
never go back there! Or Australia!

Because you fucked up

the Wilsons, Bob.

You promised me they would never be
found and three weeks later -

three weeks later! -

they are dug up in a grave so shallow

I'm surprised
you didn't smell them in Sydney.

(SIGHS)

All I'm asking you to do
is keep looking out for us.

Sorry about that.

So, where were we?

Kay.

Yeah. Right, if I get her address,
I'll pass it on to you.

So is there more we need to discuss?

Don't think so. Bob?

I'm glad you two came over.

It's important
to be on the same page.

Absolutely.

Do you wanna go sightseeing?

Shopping?

I don't know.

BOB: I'll ring the airport

and see if I can get us an earlier flight
out of this shithole.

It's goodbye, then.

See you, Dad.

Yep. See you, son.

Goodbye to you too, Allison.

(PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

Terry?

Have they gone?

I bought enough veal
if you wanna invite them to dinner.

You know earlier

when you made it clear
that you didn't want me around?

I took the hint

because I didn't wanna embarrass you
in front of those people.

But if you think you can treat me
like I'm not here,

like another stupid
little Kiwi slut...

It's his birthday.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

I love you.

Fuck me!

George Freeman's
been shot in the head!

In his own driveway.

Oh, no-one's safe
in this world anymore.

Delighted to see you're recovering
so well, Mr Freeman.

Um... Iook, I didn't mean
any of the things I said,

um, I'm really grateful
that you looked after Nat so well.

Um, and these are a token
of my esteem.

Very generous, Michael.

Now fuck off.

Three jacks.

(PHONE RINGS)

Don't worry about the phone.

Just be some other dickhead ringing up
to give me his alibi.

BARRY: More visitors, Mr Freeman.

Was that Mick Hurley I saw
whizzing past like a cat on fire?

G'day, Lenny.
Dennis.

How's the patient?

GEORGE: Alive.
No thanks to you pricks.

Rustle up some glasses,
will you, Trev?

Give us all the gory details.

Bullet went in here,
through my mouth, out through my eye.

Half-inch higher,
it would've blown a hole in my brain.

You're a lucky bugger.

Quack's orders.

No, it's purely medicinal,
I promise.

And I promise you, mate, we're gonna
get the motherfucker who did this.

Looked in your own squad rooms?

Wasn't State coppers, George.

None of my blokes.

You got my word.

Your good health, then.

And yours.
Good health.

So, did you get a look
at the shooter, Mr Freeman?

Too dark,
and he was wearing a balaclava.

You got any enemies?

None that are prepared to say it
to my face, son.

Well, your visitor just now,
his name's been mentioned.

It's not Michael Hurley.

No man likes another man
slipping his lady a lance, mate.

Oh, fuck me. A note from the Queen?

Compliments
of Commissioner Merv Wood.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

That's nice of the man.
He sent something else too.

Commissioner wants to know
if anyone here's been a bad boy.

Anybody got a truncheon tucked away?

I got nothing to hide, love.

SONG: # Barbarella,
I got news for you... #

(LAUGHS)
Oh!

# I know all about
the things you do... #

FREEMAN: Watch the wound, love.

Someone shoot me in the head.

BOB: I'll come down soon. Kisses for all.

'Bye.

You gotta tell her about us, Bobby.

Before she finds out.

Oh, you look tired.

Did you get your business
in London sorted?

Oh, a few loose ends.

I could murder a glass of plonk.

I got some osso buco too.

Temptress.

(CHUCKLES)
Mmm.

Er, not bad. How's your lot?

(CHUCKLES) Doesn't time fly.

Yeah, yeah, I do need another one.

Yes, I do know what I'm doing.

Look, you just make sure
whoever you find

knows what he's fucking doing,
will you?

(SIGHS)

Honey, I've got fistfuls of cash
and bags full of coke,

if we both went back to my place...

Hey, Aussie Bob!
Let me buy you a drink, mate.

What's wrong?
Bob.

This is the bloke
I was telling you about.

Chris Flannery, Aussie Bob.

Frankie tells me you're a shooter.

Yeah, I'm only
the best fucking shooter

to come out of Victoria
since Ned Kelly.

How many you done?

What's the job?

You get her from home,
you do the deed.

And make sure she's never

and I mean NEVER,
as in NOT EVER, found.

20 grand. 5 grand deposit.

I want it done nice and clean.

Of course.

I don't want her to know
what's coming.

I don't want her to suffer.

Fuck, mate,
you want the job done or not?

It's just...

...she's a special case.

Me mum says everyone's special, Bob.

(BRIGHT ASIAN POP MUSIC)

JACQUl: There are moments

when our survival instinct
takes over our senses.

Some of us go into lockdown,

trying to make ourselves
as small a target as possible.

While others try to clean up the mess
they've made and only make it worse.

And we never know which strategy
is right for which moment.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh, good morning, miss.
How are you?

I've got your aspid... itra here.

She's a beauty, isn't she?

I didn't order a fern.

Oh, this is 67 Winslow, isn't it?

No.
Oh.

You couldn't show me
the right way, could you?

I've been up and down this street
so many times.

I can't see anything.
It's all these trees, you know?

It's, um, second or third left
as you go towards the harbour.

The harbour. Oh, is the harbour...
Which way is that?

It's just down there.

Oh, yeah.

I can see the water now.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Allison!

Thanks for your help, miss.

JACK: You're an early riser.

Who's this? Your gardener?

In you go, boys.

('READY TO ROLL (GAME ON)'
BY PHILADELPHIA GRAND JURY)

SONG: # Yo!

# I just want you to know

# That I

# Know I got to get my game on... #

There's nothing here!

# I'm not like some other brothers

# But I'm ready to roll! #

Found something, Jack.

# Yeah, we're on the right track... #

(TUTS)

Allison Raewyn Dine.

That is not mine!
It was in the fur coat.

(CHUCKLES)

Some mornings it's just
not worth getting out of bed.

# Yo! I just want you to know. #

TERRY: What's this I hear

about Marty's latest consignment
being cut to shite?

He got ripped off in Thailand.

The slimy Chink fuckers drove him
to the pick-up point in the jungle,

they took his money,
they pulled guns on him

and then they fucked off.

It took him till four the next morning
to walk back to Bangkok.

And all he had left
was a little one k sample.

He feels really bad
about it, Tel. He does.

70% of what he sent over was sugar.

Sugar.

70%. He's totally fucked
my reputation.

No-one's gonna buy off me when
the quality product I promised them

is Marty Johnstone's
fucking pube shavings.

I told him that.

Terry, I told him
not to go to Thailand.

But he's fucked off
all our regular suppliers.

He's burnt all his bridges.
You know what Marty's like.

You could do a better job than him.

Well, I don't know about that.

I do know I've got
a couple of ideas,

how we might help run things
a bit smoother.

Well, I'd like to hear them.

Let's go to the boardroom, eh?

Oh.

(VOICE ECHOES) You're saying
it's the... er, it's the presses.

Yeah, well, I think with,
like, a second press...

Andy fucking Maher.

And then with a second press,
we can double our output.

Sounds great, mate.

I can see you running
the Singapore end.

Aye.

Thank you very much.

You could be Mr Asia.

(LAUGHS) I don't know what our Marty
would say about that.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah... well,
you'd have to kill him, of course.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah, right.

(BOTH LAUGH)

This is business, Andy.

We have to restore confidence
in our product.

And our management.

Terry.

He's my best friend.
He's your friend.

Yeah, I can't kill a mate.
He's your friend.

Friends look out for each other.
Friends don't crap on each other.

Marty craps on you. He craps on me.

And he looks out for himself,

no-one else.

But we've known each other
for years.

What's he done for you
in that time?

Has he once rung me and said,

"See what you can do for Andy.
He's a good bloke"?

Andy, I'm offering you a chance
to be my major broker in Asia.

Yes or no?

He's on his way here
on a plane right now, OK?

I need to talk to him, see if we can
sort something out, OK?

Sure.

(SNIFFS) You do
whatever you think's best.

(DOOR OPENS)

Bob, if you're gonna hang around
like a bad smell,

make yourself useful.

Is this her, is it, Dad?

Oh, hello, love.

Nice to meet you, homewrecker.

How long did you think
you were gonna get away with this?

Does Mum know you're here?
Mum knows everything.

Jesus, how could you
do this to her, Dad?

Making nooky with this
little jumped-up waitress skank.

Oh, how dare you!

Best leave this to me, OK?

I will dare what I want,
you gold-digging bitch!

Oh, classy. No wonder he can't wait to
get away from you!

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey! That's enough!

That's...
Get off!

That's enough!

(FLASH AND THE PAN'S 'DOWN
AMONG THE DEAD MEN' PLAYS)

MAN: Other side, please.

SONG: # It was night

# A starry moonless sight

# Out in the mid-Atlantic

# There sailed a ship of light

# And she sailed

# Through the night

# On her way

# Down among the dead men

# Down among the dead men

# The band played... #

TERRY: Terrence James Sinclair

felt the weight
of his past slipping away.

He was one of the leading
watercolourists of his time.

What are you doing?
I have to go out.

Why did you ask me to come here?

What?

Why did you ask me to move
from New Zealand?

Was it for the sex?

I thought you wanted to be here.
I do wanna be here.

I'm asking why you want me here.

We're gonna start
a new life together.

I've said this before.

You said all sorts of things, Terry.

You've never said that you loved me.

I won't be late.

(ARCHAEOPTERIX'S
'NO MORE LIVIN' WITHOUT LOVIN')

SONG: # You're here in my arms
where you belong... #

Terry Clark, mon ami!

I'm out.

# I know we're going strong

# No more... #

I swear the hosties
are more rootable in first class.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Thank you, Andy.

I hear you've been
the Great White Hunter in the jungle.

What can I say, Terry?

You know me. Always a risk-taker.

Remember when we first met?

Intercontinental Hotel, Auckland city.

August, '74.

You waltzed in
in your three-piece suit,

flower in your buttonhole,
doffing your hat.

(LAUGHS QUIETLY)

Yeah.

Mr Asia.

Sometimes I feel like
you're stealing my life, you prick.

MARTY: I'm picking up
very aggressive vibrations.

Who knows what goes on
inside Terry's head?

He gives me the willies. Always has.

Let's see him cope with loony Chinks
pointing AK-47 s at his head.

He doesn't appreciate you, Marty.

Doesn't appreciate what you've done
for the organisation.

I mean, you should piss him off.

There must be loads
of other people you could deal to.

My mates, for one.

The ones in Glasgow?
Aye.

They've been on at me for years
about dealing smack to them.

The market is massive up there.

This is a chance for you and me.

We set up
our own distribution network,

we deliver straight to Scotland,

and Terry Clark can go fuck himself.

Hmm. These mates of yours -
good blokes?

Aye.

Let's get the ball rolling.

We could pick up Jamie now
and head up tonight.

I'm off.

Like a piece of cheese.

So I'll call you, yeah?

Sure. You off too, mate?

Aye. You don't mind, do you?

You do whatever you think's best.

ANDY: Is anyone else
busting for a piss?

MARTY: Fucking oath. Where are we?

Somewhere in Lancashire, I think.

Pull over then, eh?
Sure.

Might join you, actually.

So what do you do, Jamie?

Aye, you know,
bit of this, bit of that.

Used to be in the Scots Guards.

Useful man to have around, eh?

Aye.

Hey, how's your dad's arthritis?

It's not too bad.

We should visit him.

I can drink all his Scotch
and let him beat me at backgammon.

(URINATES)

(GUNSHOT)

(BIRDSONG)

Cut off the hands?

Smashed in the teeth?

Aye.

He won't be found?

Are you sure?

No body, no case, remember.

He won't be found.

Well done, mate. It's a good one.

BRIAN: The bail's set at $5,000.

How long till court?

She's been remanded till November 2.

What's she said?

Nothing.

What, she didn't give up anything?

Didn't say a word, apparently.

No comment queen.

Looks like a China doll,
but she's a toughie.

Course, she'll probably
spill her guts next time.

There won't be a next time.

Drop her round to my joint.

LIZ: Brian Alexander's represented
a dozen people on heroin charges.

Three had connections
to biker gangs,

eight had small amounts -
personal use stuff.

And what about the last bloke?
She's a woman - Joyce Allez.

Arrested last month

arriving from Singapore with
3.5 kilos in a false-bottom suitcase.

She's worked in massage
parlours prior to this.

Only lawyer she's ever had
has been legal aid.

Yet now, of all the solicitors' offices
in all the world,

she calls Brian Alexander's.

Is she facing trial?
Yeah.

Get the prosecution brief,
her record of interview,

and find if there's
any connection to Clark.

(SHUTS DOOR)

Hello?

Bob?

Bob?

(DOOR SHUTS)

BOB: G'day, love.

I've got something for you.

Time to ship out, I reckon.

Shape up and ship out.

Though in my case
there'd be no 'shape up'.

Or 'ship out'.

I can go?

Go away?

But wh-what about the business?

I'll sort something.

(SOBS)

No... no. No need for waterworks.

Terry sent a man to the house.

To kill me!

Oh, now, now, now.
Y-you're just het up.

He had some silly story
about delivering a fern.

He was reaching for a gun!

Oh... but...
No, probably just a pair of secateurs.

Look, you're a good person, Ally.

You go get yourself a new life.

Forget about the whole bung lot,

Terry and me included.

(LAUGHS) No way, Bob.

What do you mean, "No way"?
I want my deposit back.

Deposit is non-refundable.

Listen, you greedy little piece of...

No, you listen, Bob!

You employed
my professional services, right?!

You fucking hassle me again

and I will shove this ladle
so far up your tubby arse

you're gonna have to
pull it out your throat.

Now, why'd you cancel, Bob?

Because you're such a professional,

you deserve five grand
for doing sweet fuck-all.

(LADLE CLANGS)

TERRY: Karen?
I'm in here.

What's that smell?

It's beef burgundy.

Hey, get dressed.

('SETTLE THE SCORE'
BY COOKIN' ON 3 BURNERS PLAYS)

Set.

Oh!

SONG: # It's a matter of trust
Come and jump on the bus

# You got me wishing... #
TERRY: Off!

Off?

Yes. Yes! I'm gonna faint.

Oh, God, I'm gonna faint. Oh!

# You can't do no wrong

# When we're alone

# You sing a different song

# When you're not home

# You're up to no good

# Gotta be the man like you should

# Gotta settle the score

# Heard it all before

# Settle the score... #

JACQUl: For once, the piles of cash
in Terry's house were legal.

On that soon-to-be-famous
autumn evening at Ladbrokes,

Karen Soich won £18,000
playing blackjack.

Thanks for taking me out.

You make me better
than I've ever felt before.

You make me everything I want to be.

Who do you wanna be?

Your best friend.

Your lover.

Your husband.

I love you.

I love you.

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Grotto restaurant.

TERRY: It's me.
Have you done it yet?

Done what?

Allison.

Oh, not... not quite.
These things take a bit of setting up.

Thank God. Don't do it.

Pardon?
She's been true to us.

We should do the right thing by her.

No worries, mate.

If that's the way you feel.

It is.

How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?

You're my mate, Bob.

I know you inside out.

Oh, yeah.

You can read me like a bloody book.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

You did say it would have to be
an issue

before the Prime Minister would act.

So you leaked the Wilson tapes
to the press?

(CLEARS THROAT)
Jesus, Joe.

We need to maintain
the highest ethical standards.

Well, like I said, Dave,
you can be too honest.

LIZ: Excuse me.

We've got the prosecution brief
on Joyce Allez.

According to her record of interview,

she was driven to the airport
for her flight to Singapore

by two other women -

Kay Reynolds and Allison Dine.

Dine was also arrested
for possession the other day.

Guess who her choice
of solicitor was.

Brian Alexander.

The address she gave
is a flash pad in Lane Cove.

We've already done
a full title search.

Who owns it?
Terry Clark.

(LIZ CHUCKLES)
(JOE BANGS TABLE) Yes!

Phew!

Eh?! (LAUGHS)

She's heading for International
Departures. Warwick's following.

We have to stop her.

We lose her,
we lose any direct link with Clark.

If we pull her in,
we let everyone in the organisation

know we're onto them,
including Clark.

Jesus, Dave! You ever arrest anybody?

If she's going to a country we've got
extradition arrangements with,

it's worth the risk.

American Airlines to L.A.

She's travelling under the name
Mary Jackson.

JACQUl: They let Allison
leave the country

even though she was breaking bail.

For one thing,

Dave Priest said his mates in the FBI
would keep track of her

if he asked them nicely.

And as far as they knew,

Allison was just another
of Clark's female couriers.

Just one of a whole bunch
of underlings.

No-one special.

JO: Hey, baby. Come to Papa.

Oh, look at the tight muff
on that one, eh?

I like a tight muff.

BOB: A connoisseur of fine wines too,
no doubt, Johannes.

Yeah.

Word is that nervy son-in-law
of yours... (IMITATES GUN)... Freeman.

Mick?

Well, I wouldn't wanna put
the little poofter in it,

but, you know...

I knew it had the hallmarks
of a pudding-head like him.

What do you mean?

You're shooting a bloke
at point-blank range in the head

and you don't manage to kill him?

Oh, that doesn't mean shit, Trimbole.

Mick, he was, er, he was working
under difficult circumstances.

Like what?

Cyclone Tracy?

Mick Hurley's your man.
That's the big word.

Apparently, er,
the reason he only got one shot off

was you swearing at him
and failing to fall over.

Got that from Mick, did you?

No, his father-in-law,
that Muller bloke.

I don't think there's much
family feeling there.

No.

Perhaps not.

Next time, sweetie,
I want a longer fucking head job.

Stingy bitch.

(GRUNTS)

If you're gonna kill someone, matey,

get it right!

(GUNSHOT)

I should've done it, Lennie.

Yeah, that would've been smart.

I'd have been careful.

I can handle myself.

So, I do you a favour

and all the thanks I get
is you measuring your dick.

All I'm saying is I am capable
of cleaning up me own shit.

Three aces.

Full house. Queen high.

(LAUGHS)

Go again?
Yeah.

By the way...

...thanks.

No worries, mate.

Johannes Muller.
Johannes Muller.

(BOTH LAUGH)

('SWEET DISPOSITION'
BY THE TEMPER TRAP PLAYS)

SONG: # Sweet

# Disposition

# Never

# Too soon... #

JACQUl: There are moments when
the world is a wonderful place to be.

# Oh!

# Reckless abandon... #

Precious moments of peace,
gladness, grace.

# A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love

# A dream, a laugh

# Just stay there

# 'Cause I'll be comin' over

# Won't stop to surrender. #

But all our sins
will surface eventually.

(GUNSHOT)

Fuckin' hell, man!
Come on, lad.

Fuckin' hell!
Gotta get him out of here!

(ANDY VOMITS)
Andy. Andy!

Come on, lad.

(GASPS)

No! Fucking hell.

Fuck.

(MARTY GURGLES)

Oh! Fuckin' hell, man!

Fuckin' hell!

Jesus!
(GASPS)

What the fuck
do you think you're doing?

Well, he's not dead!
Of course he's fucking dead!

Andy, come on, lad!

He's fucking dead, man.
Now, come on!

Andy!

Fuck!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up, Marty!

Shut the fuck up, Marty!
Please shut up.

He's fucking dead!

Shut up! Shut up, Marty!

Please, please!

Please shut up, Marty!

(STABS) Please shut up, Marty.

(SOBS)