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Boy, I'm from the South Side, bitch. I'm trying to get the South Side rich.

Exactly what it sounds like, bitch. I'm trying to get the South Side rich.

It sounds like an outside shit with a South Side chick with a mouth like this.

You heard a couple dudes on the stop, but them two -stock stuff don't sound

this. I have to make the rules myself, make them move my stuff, so it sounds

like this.

Shoot me like I'm New Rock South, I'm the best test, you can damn New Rock

like that.

I can hear the sirens coming.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

In the small town of La, with its tranquil atmosphere and luxurious

at last the healing can begin.

Why don't you touch my shit?

Okay, so I need to know what drugs and alcohol you've taken in the last three

days. I don't know.

I don't know.

No.

Um, alright. Well, what about your eye? Did you get in a fight or something?

Fucking slut! Fucking hands off me!

You know why your police report says you're here? Because... Just a big

misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding?

This is your third court appearance.

He didn't dig.

Mrs. Jones!

Given your inability to take these charges seriously, I'm inclined to warn

of the probable prison sentence you're facing.

What?

All that done?

Yeah, yeah, I got it. Sorry.

Look, we need to do a full health assessment, all right? So you might as

just tell me exactly what you're taking, OK?

In view of your mental health, I am prepared to consider a 28 -day

rehabilitation program.

However, you will need to obtain a reference letter from the clinic proving

are committed to sobriety. If this letter is unattainable, you will be

transferred from the clinic to prison.

Do you understand?

creme d 'ol and weed just to, like, chill me out. I understand that. And

cots.

Wow, okay.

Is this a bum?

Yeah. Oh, and a lot of staining coating, but that's from my doctor.

And I tried mint.

Mint? Well, I didn't like it.

You'd be the first.

Luxurious amenities, my ass.

Ah, so you were paying attention.

Good on ya.

Come on, let's go.

All right, so detoxing is going to take a few days, and then tomorrow you get to

meet your psychiatrist.

That'd be cool, wouldn't it?

All right, and then you've got to start your group therapy. Pretty awesome.

And actually, there's a few more rules.

Sorry, no sex, no drugs, or alcohol.

And there's no phones for the first... What, what, what? No, no, no, no. I need

my phone. It's only for the first week.

That's all. Oh, my God. What do you think I'm going to do? You think I'm

to call my drug dealer?

I'm in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Don't care. Policy.

Thank you.

Lydia.

Stop.

Um, Lydia, this is Frankie.

Um, she's going to be your new roommate.

Fuck that.

You know what? I'd like to say that she's not normally this volatile, but at

this point, why lie?

You know what? How about you show Frankie around?

I'm going to have a diary. I'll see you guys later.

You.

Becky.

Follow me.

Reception.

The kitchen.

The TV zone.

The sketch zone.

Chew and Foo, you owe me for the hot chocolate powder.

I believe it's paradise.

The circle of suffering.

What's up old man?

This thing like a prostitute, she won't get you far in here.

Hurry the fuck up, Vicky.

The sex scene.

Bedroom. You got bottom. Used to be Sarah's. She killed herself.

Are you Francis Jones?

Frankie, yeah, hi.

This one's for you. Oh, no, no, I'm good with spaghetti.

Until you've had your initial psych evaluation, you have to eat from the

plan.

I'm not fucking eating that.

If you don't want it, don't eat.

Elkie?

No.

Fumbot. I don't... Crackhead! What?

Come on.

You're an alcoholic, bulimic, crazy. What's your thing?

I don't have a thing.

No, no, no. Everyone has a thing.

Coffee, sugar, and these.

You're going to need them.

Loads of them.

And you're probably not going to sleep, and you're going to get too tired, and

you're going to hear... I get it, I get it. I'm in hell. Thank you.

Yeah, thank you so much for pointing that out.

So, you here because you killed someone?

No, I didn't kill anyone.

Yet?

Seriously, though, there's like a child killer here, so watch your back.

I'm not joking.

Dear God.

Did you put that there?

Did I put what where? The rat. Did you put the fucking rat in my bed?

Nope. You sure? If you actually think that I would go out of my way to kill a

rat and chuck it in your bed, then you

definitely belong in a place like this.

What was that, mate?

No, you tell her.

Frankie should go and find another room. Down the hallway, with me, sir, ain't

it?

As difficult as Henry's past was, it was nothing compared to the guide.

Sullivan was facing a 12 -hour trek to Gardiner Hut and then back to the snow

cave.

Fuck! Shit, Dex.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Traffic was all the fuck off. I can't admit the

whole thing.

Where's breakfast?

Bella said this one's for you.

How do I move rooms?

You don't. The Owlcat put a rat in my bed.

It's a classic.

What? Sorry, I will deal with Owlcat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get too excited just men.

They'll withdraw.

Yum.

I understand you recently lost your father, Ellen.

I'm sorry.

And your mum, Catherine. She lives up in Auckland. Yeah, mum.

Right, okay.

And your full name is Frances Eloise... I am Frankie Eloise Jones, and you are

one of the reasons I'm starting to fuck you very much.

Yeah, I heard about that.

I am sorry.

We have a set meal plan to ensure you get the nutrients you need when you

arrive.

How are you feeling after your first night?

Feeling?

Let's see. Great staff, great facilities, great room. But since the

I've eaten in the last 24 hours is a fist -sized mutant moth, the last thing

going to do is talk to you about my fucking feelings.

Look, if I am honest,

I actually have a stack of paperwork to tune through, so if you want to leave it

for today, that's cool with me.

You just have to stay for the full session.

What about my reference letter?

I'll still get it.

Oh, no, we can deal with that later.

Darling.

You look terrible, Frances.

Are you all right? I'm fine.

You really need to take better care of yourself.

Go and have a nice hot shower. I've laid out a lovely black dress.

Absolutely not.

Is that my hoodie?

No, I bought it. What?

I did. I'll fuck it.

Fucking hell. Hey, I'm reading paintings. You could get a kangaroo

I love the ones with the mum pocket.

Fuck!

And hands up in the air. And everybody down.

And one.

And fold, and fold, and fold. And hands up behind the head. Elbow to the thigh.

And three, and four. Well done. Five, you're late.

Seven, and one, and two. Frankie, Frankie.

Francis, wakey, wakey. If you can't find your five, then I'm really deeply

concerned about you. And one, and two, and three, and four.

Watching, and fold.

Watching, and fold.

And one, and two, and three, and four, five, six, seven,

eight.

She's going to kill you. Not if her dress kills me first.

You look like a vagina.

Darling, darling, darling.

This isn't just a dress.

It's a gown.

Vagina is in.

Actual vision is out.

They look yum.

Ah! Puffed it off!

Well, let's all act like Frankies today, shall we?

Oopsie, silly me, ruined all the pies.

In fact, I always ruin everything.

I have no idea why. It definitely isn't because I'm drunk and high all the time.

Thank God someone else will clear up after me like they always do.

If only I would listen to the people that actually want the best for me, I

wouldn't be such a desperate, disgusting parasite!

And now, a big finish!

I am so bushed. See you next week.

Namaste. Namaste.

Thank you. Where the fuck is all my shit? Chill.

It's okay, and I thought that you understood.

So this is community living, and we all share here. Fuck off with your community

bullshit.

Hey, it's no big.

I'll get it.

I'll get you your shit back.

Oh, good. Okay?

You feel better?

Make it quick. I'm busy.

Call the maid in here.

I'm actually a pretty fucking good cleaner, Katera.

I need you to get her out of here.

What now?

Yes. No, I'm not now. Jesus, I cannot with her. Okay.

All right, let's get out of here.

Oh, you have a Bible with me?

All good.

Do you have a Bible with me? Okay, I'll tell you what. I need my snow.

Yeah, we'll go grab it. We'll go grab it.

You've reached Emma. Please leave a message.

She must be at work or something.

You've given Logan Park hell.

Frankie. Frankie, help!

If you don't wanna know Try not,

not to let it show That I'd love

around the edge

someone Frankie.

It's this or prison.

Choice is yours.