All language subtitles for Shameless s11e12 Early Retirement.eng

Look at me, right?

And look at the Queen.

I was never a fan
until it occurred to me how much

me and Ma'am have in common.

Bringing up kiddies you can't
remember the names of.

I know she's not a single parent
but she might as well be.

Plus, the pair of us,
we've stuck to our guns,

her literally sometimes,
and flagshipped a dying breed.

Admired and despised, equally.

Not for never lifting
a finger. No...

for setting examples
through extremity.

And whether you're a bigwig on her
end or a bigwig on mine,

you've still got your dickheads
in the middle to deal with,

snip, snip, snipping
at your benefits.

I mean, she can't not be
looking at me and thinking,

"What's your secret, Frank?"

I got shot of my kids yonks back.

Whereas she's yet to see
the back of a single one.

Fine! I've had to get out of bed on
occasion to make ends meet,

whereas she... she's done the whole
thing from a chair.

Oh, and a drink for the lady.

Oh, sure, there's perks. But, look
at her lot.

Brian May prancing
about on her roof.

Now, look at my lot... we know how to
throw a proper fucking paaaarty!

I remember Liverpool in
the '70s, industry menopause.

Shipyards closed,
car plants relocated,

last orders for the Scouse nation.

But did we lie down and die?
Did we fuck?!

We embraced change and expanded
our horizons.

Ended up European City of Culture.

That left behind a proper legacy.

So, moral of the tale... when the
menopause kicks in,

what are you going to do?

Lie back and wither? Or rise like
a Liver Bird Phoenix?

Why won't you tell us
where we're going?

Almost there.

No way! Is that Rooney in
that Porsche?

Probably was.

Mr and Mrs Tutton?

Yeah.

Never forget where you've come from,

or the people that got you
there along the way.

Because how they remember you is
the real legacy you leave behind.

It's even smaller than ours.

So? There's only three of us.

For all that money, though?

Location, location, location.

D'you think Kirsty would look
twice at Chatsworth?

Who'd look at that fat parcel?

Oh, be able to squeeze
a little bar in here.

You've got a lovely home.

Thank you. I've been very
happy here.

As I'm sure you would be.

What's outside?

Be my guest. The courtyard's
a delightful suntrap.

Forgive me not showing you
round myself.

As usual, I'm up
to my neck in charity work.

Muggins at home organising
this year's ball.

Sounds impressive.

Secretary for 12 years and never
known such a struggle raising funds.

Harsh times means less charity.

And now when you need it more
than ever.

Indeed.

St Bart's Year 10 rugby tour
to Argentina...

Oh, I've got no change, sorry.

Oh! That'll be fine, thank you.

What time is it?

10 o'clock, sleepyhead. No rush.

You only left an hour ago.

Fancied a cuddle.

It's all right, isn't it?

Eugh!

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

Got to do a bit of graft now
and again, haven't I?

When you know, you know.

Exactly. It's sending me under,
she's so clingy.

Every call-out this side of town,

so she can sneak a little
fucking tamper.

Put her out of her misery.

It's finding the right moment, innit?

Well, the longer you leave it,
the harder it gets.

Another drink might help.

Did 'em cheap, that's the last 5,000
of Dessie's dodgy e's.

Remind me not to buy even
a paracetamol off that gimp.

If it's over, no talk about
taking a break, dragging it out,

make it clean and quick.

I'm doing it, I'm doing it.

She's going on about a rugby
trip to South America,

and St Marcy's haven't even
got a gym!

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

You OK?

That could be my legacy.

'Legacy'?

Oh, you've not had bad
news have you?

- I could re-build the gym.
- Mimi!

Oh, calm down. I'm "changing".

Changing? In what way?

Oh, you don't want to be
a man, do you?!

It's a woman-only issue.

Menopause... early. But that
doesn't matter.

I'm taking control of my life,
making a difference to others.

Watch me roar.

Listen, er, we need to talk.

It's bad manners when your
mouth's full.

Dessert is going to blow your mind.

Wilmslow's a bit far, though,
remember that wine bar?

Oh, yeah, full of divorcee losers
trying too hard.

I think it's mint. Full of readies,

fourbies, Bentleys, Ferraris...

Yeah, driven by Wags
who'd struggle with a Clio.

Oh, here he is... at it again.

Watch your bags, ladies,
tea-leaf in the area.

Serves him right, the fat fuck,
shouldn't leave his van open

while he goes off for a burger.

What are they?

Trackers. It's like James Bond,
innit?

Should use one on her in case she's
out noshing someone else.

Marry me?

What?

Marry me!

I can't.

Of course you can.

It doesn't have to be
a fancy...

I don't want to be with you any more.

What do you mean?

It's over.

What is?

Us.

Why?

I'm sorry.

Maybe you just need a break?

It'd be cruel to drag it out.

You didn't have the heart to tell me
earlier because I'd gone to

so much effort?

Don't you like fucking me?

All day. It's not enough to
sustain a relationship.

Said the pages of Cosmopolitan.

I still feel the same after.

Patronising prick.

Look, I've got some stuff to sort.

It's probably best if you're
gone by the time I get back.

I'd be crying off sick every week
if I had to do PE in that dump.

Er, fuck the lardy little
uprights-in-need,

what about an overhaul
of my janitor-shithole?

I'm talking about the health
of the future generation.

And I'm saying my room hasn't
had a lick of paint

since Tom Brown's ring-piece was
caressed by his master's slippers.

Frank, this matters! Making
a positive impact,

leaving something behind that makes
a difference.

Oh, moral compensation
for your other bequests?

Inflicting a bunch of psychopathic
villains on society?

I'll fucking inflict them on you
if you're not careful.

Don't even think about it.

I wasn't.

St Marcy's gym was hanging
when I went there.

Doesn't mean you want to rebuild
it, though.

Why's Benny bringing
students back here?

Possible gold mine, there's more
round Manchester than anywhere else.

You'll not get a sniff that
pure in Chipping Norton.

Treble up, it'll still blow your
bollocks off.

Bonus.

Appreciated.

You collecting off Coggsy tomorrow?

Big Mark's two weeks behind.

Take care of both, yeah?

With pleasure.

Who scored?

Short-arse, thatch-weave, dumpy
little fucking Mickey Mouser.

Oi! Rooney's my hero.

He'll be paying you 40 quid to
hang out of you next week.

He popped in once, but I was
a little bit too young for him.

None of you twats got a watch?

If a legacy matters so much,

what's wrong with
a bench in Poundswick Park?

Cos all the little scrotes will tag
it and burn it on Bonfire Night.

I think a new gym's a great idea.

It's paying for it
I'm struggling with!

All I'm suggesting is a donation
of a poxy grand each!

To get the ball rolling.
I'll raise the rest of the funds.

I'll chip in.

Yep, we will too.

The kiddies'll appreciate that.

Come on, then, Cilla, Connor, let's
go and get your favourite DVD on.

What are you doing?

What's your favourite?

You'd better brace yourself.
My mam started in her 40s,

went agoraphobic then ran away
to sea.

I've checked it out. Most women
calm down when the drugs kick in.

So this is all bollocks, then?

It's going to be sweet, mate. This
gym thing is just a passing phase.

Your grand's going nowhere.

So, how was Wilmslow?

Half a million for a bedsit
above a chippy?

Who'd want to live in a stuck-up,
two-faced,

wannabe shithole like that anyway?

Cos I want a smile off a neighbour
who's not afraid of me.

I want to talk to an old man about
the weather instead of him

scurrying past to get his snout
and his ale.

They smoke and drink there too, Mam.

Yeah, only menthol cigs
and vintage champagne, though, eh?

Their shit don't smell either... and
it's too far for business.

There's another reason
I've asked you for dinner.

Leaving a family in harmony is
as important as any physical legacy.

You two have drifted apart.

There's a way of working together,
appreciating each other more.

I'm retiring.

These hands are to commemorate
the toil endured to create

the Mimi Tutton Academy
of Sports Science.

Couple of quid
Frank, St Marcy's gym?

Not while you look like a cunt.

There's nobody less likely
to donate.

What's fancy dress actually
about, eh? "Nice one, cowboy,

"nice one, spaceman."

Some straight-going shithouse's
40th in the labour club.

Then what for the rest
of the night?!

You're going to have any
kind of conversation with

a knobhead in a pirate hat?

That's a no, then?

Put me down for a pound
when I can look at you.

Contacts, deals,
business already in place,

and we get to keep all
the earnings.

Who'd have thought Mimi could be
so generous?

It's an opportunity to take things
in the directions we've always wanted to.

Or... we're now subsidising that
scrawny baghead on our own.

He might step up?

First day of the rest
of our lives, eh?

Equal partner reporting for duty.

It'd be the first decent day's graft
you've done in a while.

How's St Mimi's gymnasium
coming along then?

How do you think?!
Making mental decisions when she's off her head on drugs?

Someone should have a quiet word
and tell her it's not worth it.

What about the mental decision
to give you two the business?

I take it you didn't grow a pair?
WPC Needy?

I told her!

Well, she's not got the message?

Lesson number one, mate.
Feds outside's bad for business.

Hello, stranger. Beer taste flat
cos you're missing me?

What are you playing at?

It feels nice to know you're nearby.

People are uncomfortable.

Locals feel safer
when a bobby's visible.

Round here it's intimidation.

Is there someone else?

I wouldn't do that.

At least it would make sense.

Look, we're just...
We're too different.

I know there's something
else going on.

You're a policewoman
for fuck's sake.

Family pressures can be stressful,
make you behave irrationally.

Shane! You've got stuff to do.

He never liked me.
Give him my love.

Hiya. Have a good day!

Thank you, thank you.

Gives me the horrors, this place.
Bad juju, man.

Improving the facilities might mean
the kiddies have a better

experience than you.

Chesney's doing good,
how's the Jockey?

Yeah, people are mad for it.

How much is that?

It might not happen
as quick as we hoped.

It'll take longer than building the
Great Wall of China at this rate.

Nah, look after the pennies.

What's the point in building
her hopes up?

Seriously?! Does this mean
we can have our grand back?

Where's the Chatsworth Variety Table
when you need it?

Maybe I can be their after
dinner speaker, eh?

Yeah, like they want to listen to
stories about shovelling shit.

Well, is there a reason
we can't start one up?

Have a look, will you?

That lot are on the lookout
for handouts as it is.

Hey! Hey, that's thingy.
Selling the house.

More money for St Fart's
polo ponies?

Nah, not quite, get on this!

She's donated 50 grand to
a donkey sanctuary in Ardwick.

It's not just Wilmslow
she does charity for.

If the kiddies of Chatsworth have a
state of the art fitness centre,

they'll be able to work off
all those Mars bars

and chips their parents
feed them for dinner.

They'll never have the opportunities
they have round here,

but they should be able to play
PE like anyone else.

With your help,
we can make a difference.

Thank you, Mimi -

a stirring presentation.

Mimi's get-up-and-go enthusiasm
could well become a regular

feature of our little gang.

She's thinking of making
an offer on my house.

Did you win the lottery?!

As worthy a cause as St Marcy's
undoubtedly is, one

of the biggest issues is the number
of projects already in the planning.

The gym will have to wait in line.

Fair enough. Until when?

Concentrated focus, dinners,
auctions,

none of that can be
considered before 2018.

Thank you, ladies.

Hot chocolate and ginger snaps.

I got you some vag cream
in case it's still itchy.

Jamie and Shane
think I've lost the plot.

That's cos it's easier for them
to laugh than look in the mirror

and admit they're selfish fucks.

True...

but 78 quid to go with 3 grand says
to me they've got a point.

I'm not going to see that new roof
go on in my lifetime.

Even if it's Cilla that's got to cut
the ribbon, you've started

something mega here. The kids of
Chatsworth will owe you for ever.

If we could bottle and sell your
support we'd get there in no time.

I just wish there was more
I could do.

I wanted to leave something
good behind.

Saturday's rollover comes in,
I'll build her a whole new school.

Even better - The Mimi Maguire
University Of Chatsworth.

Yeah, get in with four F's
and get a caution for smoking weed?

Robbing a bank's easier than
the lottery.

Yeah, but it's not worth
getting caught.

Jail's easy, you pussy.

Mimi's backhander isn't.

I'm juvenile anyway -
wouldn't have to go to jail.

Are you stupid?!

Look, don't get too involved with
Butch and Sundance over there.

Robbing anything
like that, you're going down.

Eh, Pot Noodles are in aisle two,
mate, skins behind the counter.

Still got some of them trackers?

Yeah, why?

Stall this guy.

Why?

Just stall him.

Eh, he's thinking of going
to uni, you know?

Which one?

Er... looking for ideas.

Are you taking the piss?

Yeah, I know.

Not lying, are you?

No, I'm serious.

That's crazy, that.

Yo, it costs 30 grand just
to go to uni, you know?

Yeah? No wonder
he needs a part time job.

Did you do it?

Yeah, man. Sweet.

Scouse Macka at two o'clock -
ten K of weed,

Benchill Dave, four.
Three thousand Es...

Or was it Scouse Macka at four
with three K of weed

and Benchill Dave at ten
with 2,000 diddlys?!

Fuck! How does anyone
remember this shit?

What the fuck?!

That is not funny.

It was worth a try.

Did you hear any of that?

Like I'd say anything.

That's what turned me
on in the first place.

Look.
This is not helping your cause.

So I have got one?

No, you haven't!
Just forget about us, c'mon.

When Dad retired,
handed the business to my brother,

he went weird - strain
on his marriage, readjustment.

But they worked it out, though.

It's fuck all to do
with anything else.

Pressure and denial won't let you
access the truth right now.

In time...

Please. Shut the fuck up. I don't
want to end up hating you, OK?

That can never happen.

So, go!

That's definitely his car.

There he is!

Bingo!

Jamie and Shane aren't going to be
happy about this.

Fuck 'em.

They earn more than ever cos
Mimi stepped down,

and now they take the piss
out of her?!

- What if he goes to the police?
- Oh, right, yeah!

"Excuse me, Mr Policeman,
somebody stole my cocaine."

Think about it, mate.

He might be connected?

Why are you so scared?
You're not even going in?

Cos they might come out?

Ches, just chill out. Focus.
Right, you ready?

Let's have it.

Where's the gear?!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ten, nine, eight...

Behind the sofa!

I've got it.

Quick, get in!

Go, go, go, go!

You have to admit it's a
bit of a coincidence.

You've had hundreds of punters go
through that door!

Anyone could have set you up.

On the same day I buy another batch?

I've had ten years of satisfied
customers.

Think I'm going to jeopardise my
reputation for a fucking half key?

Wave bye-bye to that golden goose.

Got some front asking for his money
back, though, eh?

Exactly. What's it got to do with
you if he's been taxed?

If he even has.

Someone's had him over.
If not, he deserves an Oscar.

What you doing?!

What? Think it's
turned into a real one overnight?

Bad luck to fuck about with them.

Right, it's all there.
Nice one, cuz.

See you later.

Not bad for half an hour's work.

You what?
Ten grand's a fucking joke.

How else would you shift it?
No questions asked - Bradford.

Where it's never going to get on top
from taxing your own family's punters.

I find out you're having
a drink behind my back...

Trafford Centre for me - new Air Max
colours have just come out.

Wait - I risk life
and limb for a oner?

I'd have done it for nowt.

Safe!

The rest is for Mimi.
For the kiddies.

Just picked this up from the golf
club in Wilmslow.

If we're lucky there'll be enough to
get another bag of cement.

At last! �1.75

to go with the postal order for 50p.

Look - feels heavy. And you know
there's readies round there.

Maybe our first pound coin.

What the fuck?!

No way!

See.

What are you doing here?

Meeting Scouse Macka.

In the Jockey?!

Two o'clock. Might be stuck in
traffic, I'll give him a bell now.

Wythenshawe Daz comes here,
Scouse Macka's Lymm Services.

What's that?

Up here. Names, dates, figures.

Numptys and dumb cunts who write
things down go to jail!

We can't all be Rain Man, can we?

Anyone could find that!

Yeah, so he's going to hang around
with ten key of weed in the fucking boot.

It's gone straight to answer phone.

Why wouldn't he? As far as he's
concerned you're nicked.

That could be the feds
setting him up.

If he's at home he'll
answer his land line.

Yeah. Mam's got that number.
Up there.

- Things are getting slack.
- Not now, Benny.

It's easy for you to say.
I've got kids to feed.

You don't like it, you know
what you can do.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

You'll never guess how much is here.

Go on.

9,600. I said it, didn't I?

You did.

Generous as fuck.

Wait, how much?

Nine six.

What you doing?

What?

Think it's turned into
a real one overnight?

What? Think it's turned into
a real one overnight?

Women of Wilmslow,
you fucking beauts.

This is all very lovely, Mimi,
and we appreciate your efforts,

but it won't make any difference.

St Marcy's still has to
take its place in the queue.

Except somebody decided St Marcy's
deserved a push to the

front of that queue.

Getting everyone together
is the only way

we can make sure our gratitude
falls on the right ears.

There's a feeling people
with money hold

onto their readies like
a pit bull with a baby.

But deep down we're all
the same - some cautious,

some off the wall generous.

That anonymous donation
of nearly �10,000

is a massive boost.

Money attracts money
and the momentum is truly with us.

And, whoever it was,
the kiddies from our estate

thank you from the bottom
of their potless little hearts.

And, as a token of our appreciation,
there's drinks

and nibbles at our house.

I struggle to believe that
one of our girls put �10,000

into that bucket?

So do I. Don't,
you'll set me off again.

No. Start you off or not,
you can't keep that money.

On about? I've already ordered
the felt for the roof.

There's strict protocol.

It was a Wilmslow branch donation
and other projects

are further along the food chain,
been patient and waited their turn.

Like St Marcy's gym needs to.

Might take me

a while to get used to the twisted
sense of humour from round your way.

It may be convenient to
ignore our process,

but that is the way we run
our civilised little society, Mimi.

Mam! Mam!

We've left Scouse Macka
with ten kilo of weed...

..in his boot.

Have you got his home phone number?

Excuse me a moment.

I don't do this any more!

This is the last time, I promise.

0151...

Me, me, me. Always the drama queen!

Mimi? Mimi?

Mimi,
can we continue our conversation?

Deeds speak louder than words,
Edith.

That money is St Marcy's.

Extraordinary meeting on the cards
next week, ladies.

Seems like an unusual scenario has
just pushed its way to the

top of the agenda.

Right then. Come along, ladies.

Mimi... what your son just mentioned.

It's been a long time
since my university days...

Know what I mean?

Aahh!

Party!

You can stamp all over that and
it'll still blow your bollocks off.

Best flake in Manchester.

We smashed it, bro!

What happened to your eye?!

Nothing, and no-one followed,
it's sweet.

Right, get your cousin on the phone.
And we want a better price.

It's not down to me.

You don't want to see your mates get
took advantage of, do you?

I'll have a word.

Why am I the one
running all over the gaff?

Mam said we're equal partners, yeah?

The Jockey's our base. People like
continuity, I've gotta stay here.

It's taken years to build up trust.

A word.

Back room.

Wait here, mate.

Might need stitches.

Look,
somebody was bound to fight back.

Yeah.
That's why we didn't bring you.

You know it's not worth it.

I won't feel a thing
when I see Mimi's happy face.

What's she going to say about that?

I'll just give her some
bullshit story.

Well, the student wasn't lying.

What happened?

Two customers taxed in a week.
Something's fucked up.

What are you looking at me for?

Loose lips sink ships, mate.
It's gotta be someone close to home.

Hey, listen, I don't know what
come over me earlier.

Hey, let me buy you all a drink,
smooth things over.

You rush in, and you're wrong?

Then you'll never find out
who it really is. We need proof.

No way!
I bet that's illegal in Wilmslow.

I caught three of them
plating each other in the bathroom!

It's looking better.
Let the air get to it.

Do you think Edith's got any
say in me joining the club?

No. They vote.
And after last night's party,

you'll have Edith's
chair as well as her house.

She's a fucking cheeky bitch.
That 10k's St Marcy's.

If I can raise 13 grand so quick...

we'll build a gym,
then a science block.

That big donation's just the start,
it's bound to attract others.

The momentum is with us.

Fancy a cuppa tea, lad?

Yeah.

Not as friendly as the Chatsworth.

They will be once you
get to know them.

What are you actually going to do
with your days?

I'll be building the gym.

That's not going to take forever.

I'll take classes.

What, flower arranging? Like that's
going to get your adrenaline pumping.

Tell me the Scouse
Macka fiasco was a one-off?

I wish I could.

So they're not
grafting in harmony then?

You've seen Jamie
and Shane agree on anything?

Mutual dislike of Billy?

And Jamie's
got his doubts about Benny.

That dopey labrador's more loyal
to the Maguires than his own family.

What's he worried about?

Somebody's taxing our punters.

What do you mean?

What I said.

That's never happened to us.

Could be somebody testing
the new regime?

You're not in Cheshire yet.

Mapley Walk. Five minutes away.
I recognised the kid.

He's a absolute nugget.
Wears bigger glasses than Lillian.

- He could still be connected though.
- You sound like him.

- Haven't you learnt your lesson?
- I can't be late for this ball.

It's five minutes. He'll be even
easier than the student.

Mimi needs these funds, man.

Come on. Yess!

And that's stopping them, is it?!

What am I supposed to do?

Vinny the Red... 0767...

Oh, God! What the fuck?!

It's OK.

Out with the old, in with the new...

Are you fucking mental?!

Whatever it takes to be with you.

Sell my soul and join the dark side.

Partner in life, partner in crime...

This can't carry on.

Now Mimi's left,
I appreciate you've got no choice.

You'll never go straight. But that's
OK. I'll leave the police...

you're all that matters.

Never, ever, ever contact me again,
OK?

Destiny, my love.

Fuck off!

However long it takes,
I'll be there.

Where is it?!

Where is it?!

Oh fuck!

What's happened?

How do I know?

Let's get out of here.

No, go and see what's
going on first.

You go and see!

What is going on?

Ches! Tell me what's going on.

Let's just get out of here.

You have got to be fucking joking!

Billy?!

Fucking hell, mate.
I thought I was dead.

Never been a mate of mine.

Where's Benny?

Benny?

You?
Double crossing your own family?

Bring us to the brink of war?

Make me doubt those that've been
loyal for years?

We're sorry...

You will be.

With this bally on I can put
a bullet between your fucking eyes, mate...

How were we to know it was Billy,
eh?

Now's probably not the best time
to make Mam a widow.

No, she'll get over it. She's lost
plenty close to her already.

Put it on.

Jamie, please...

On!

Shane, tell him!
Jamie, I'm begging you... please!

She's already cuckoo.
This could proper send her under.

There's no way this little fucker's
leaving with just a black eye.

No, no, Jamie, no!

No Billy?

Where's Jamie? Shane?

Why, what's going on?

Billy's in trouble!

Stay here.

As if things aren't hard enough, eh?
Feds, customs.

Every day, something to stop you
earning a living

without one of your own shafting
you from behind.

Please, Jamie.

Paracetamol?

Yeah. Better than nothing.

Please... Think of Mimi.

Pushing you around in a wheelchair
will keep her fit.

Jamie!

Kneecapping my husband?!

As if?!

It was shitting him up.

This better be good.

He's the one behind the taxing.

That's worse than being a grass!

It was for the gym.

The ten grand?

Where's the rest?

That's all his cousin would give.

I've still got the last lot.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't one of the girls?

Fuck the gym. What about this prick?

Compensation?!

Why? Laurel and Hardy here
have done you a fucking favour.

Snap you out of your complacency,
tighten up your security.

Cos you're obviously not coping too
fucking well on your own.

Come on.

I know your heart's in the right
place, and Jamie and Shane

have been disrespectful.

But taxing other grafters
is the lowest of the low.

I know. I'm on it.

And I know those Wilmslow dirty
bitches are a tight-fisted bunch

of free-loaders, but we've
give two ton for these tickets

so Mimi Tutton is going the ball...

Hi.

Hi.

Nice suit, Billy.

Now we're all here,

I'd like to say something more about
the recent flaunting of the rules.

Not now, surely?

No time like the present,
and I'm nothing if not efficient. Excuse me.

Some interesting CCTV footage has
recently come to light...

The mystery donor in action.

There was never any intention
of a kiddies' gym.

Chatsworth's Ma Baker and her
fashion-conscious toyboy

use anonymous
donations to wash dirty money.

That's not true.

Us gullible fools are all
part of the camouflage.

Mimi knew nothing about it.

Don't embarrass yourself further.

It was all my doing
cos she cared so much.

She's been on the PTA for months.

Donated all her spare time
to that school.

Laundering any illicit earnings
is unpalatable.

Drug money has the worst
possible taste.

Absolutely.

Fancy a little line, Pru?

Mavis? Oh, Beryl?

Gone all shy in front
of your husband?

Oh, it was different
the other night...

Yeah. Drugs do bring out the worst
possible taste.

And you're all the worst
kind of hypocrites.

Oh...

Ever seen Pru lick a fanny?

Or Beryl get her fanny licked?

And there's plenty more where
that came from.

And you know who you are.

C'mon, babe.

Fuck off!

The only time, in history,

a Maguire's gone
voluntarily to the odd lot.

Can she even stay in the feds with
a restraining order against her?

Well, she should have thought of
that

before she turned
psycho-bitch, shouldn't she?

Keep a distance of 102 feet.

I'm not sure you're worth it.

Piss off.

Get out of it, you fucking weirdo!

'The grass is always greener
and all that.

'Might not be as potent if your
hydroponics aren't up to much, though.

'Try different flavours.

'Dabble in a variety of lifestyles,

'venture beyond new horizons,

'add exotic squares to your patchwork
quilt of experience.

'But not all of us are meant to stray
too far, or for too long.'

Getting something built round here
should never be underestimated.

This has always
been about the kiddies.

And the kiddies decided how
they wanted the money to be spent.

This is as vital to pupil morale
as any new gym.

In many ways more so.

And it is now, with great pleasure

that I pronounce
Mimi's Tuck Shop officially open!

'When you return to who you know,
and what you know,

'be sure no resentment lingers.

'If people need you, love you,
want you around,

'feed off that.
It's a privilege in itself.'

I'm looking for the janitor.

Frank? Frank. Aye. That's him.

There's a man with a gun!

Everyone accounted for?

Thalia Blanco went to the

toilet before the alarm went off.
I haven't seen her since.

You must be Frank.

This mad bitch locked my daughter in
a cupboard with a gun man!

My name's Baxter. You've been
pumping my missus, Frank.

- He's never done this before.
- Get out the way!

Monica?

I'm the mother!

Clear shot, ma'am.

Take it. Shit!

Dickheads!

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