All language subtitles for Todos los hombres de la Reina.S05E02

Help! Come on, Madam.
Somebody help me!

[doctor] ...pupils are dilating.
Get her into the OR stat!

[Midnight] Previously
on All The Queen's Men...

Looks like your actions have
finally caught up to you.

-The fuck is this shit?
-Let's consider it karma.

-Don't waste my time.
-Just stay out of my way.

What did we do tonight?

[Quincy] You was on a rant about
Madam. Kind of scary, actually.

[Amp] I was standing
outside the door.

You pregnant?

Karma is a bitch.
You see, I am that bitch.

[monitor beeps]

[cries]

Thank you, Lord,
for answering my prayers.

Madam, I can't tell you
how happy I am

to see you with your eyes open.

So you're telling me
I got all of those...

designer clothes
in my closet...

and this is what
the fuck you thought

I wanted to go
to the pearly gates in?

[chuckles]

You thought you were going
to the pearly gates?

Oh.

You're right.

Who the fuck tried to kill me?

[Blue] We were hoping
that you could tell us.

You didn't see them?

[sighs] No.

I don't remember shit.

All I know is, um...

I was in my office.

I was about to smoke
a cigarette and...

Fuck, I ended up here,
with the machines and shit.

[sighs] All right.

Well, I'll hit up our informant
at the police station.

See if I can get my hands
on the report.

Hmm. Where's my phone?

It was in the office
on the floor.

-It was dead, so...
-Thank you.

I couldn't get any information
off of it,

but I charged it for you.

All right.

So, what's the plan now?

I'mma head back to Eden.

See if there's anything
that I'm missing.

I don't want you to worry.

I'm going to get this
soon-to-be-dead

motherfucker that shot you.

[Tommy] That's right, Madam.

[theme song playing]

* Yeah yeah yeah *

* They know
Not to play with me *

* They know I get it started *

* Ask me will I take it easy?

* Told 'em that it's harder *

* Ask me will I quit?
Oh no sir I beg your pardon *

* They're sayin'
That it's light *

* But I turn
This bitch to darkness *

* The Sun
It go up *

* We don't play around *

* I won't play about
My dinero *

* Got some gangstas
In the cut now *

* And they're doing
What I say so *

Wow.

Yo, so why didn't you tell me
about the baby?

Look at our lifestyle.

It is not the best environment

to raise a baby in.

Okay. True.

But we can change
our environment.

Dime, we don't gotta work
for Madam no more.

Like, I could go back
to school, man.

-I could, um--
-Okay.

And how is school
gonna feed a baby?

I don't know.

But I do know we can
work it out. I promise you.

Amp, look, I,
we're not even married

and I don't wanna be
somebody's baby mama.

Madam is in a coma,
and it's just

too much for me
to process right now.

[sighs] Okay, yeah. I feel you.

Let's just focus on Madam.

And I hope she's all right.

You're Marilyn DeVille's
next of kin, correct?

Yeah. Yeah, um...

-Doc, is she...
-No, no.

She's alive.

It was touch-and-go
for a moment,

but she lost a lot of blood.

But the surgery was a success.

We were able to stabilize her

and she's regained
consciousness.

[sighs] Thank God.

However, she does have
a bit of memory loss

surrounding the incident,
which is sometimes

common with these types
of events.

Okay, so, so what's next?

We want to keep her
for observation.

She's got a big fight ahead
of her, but worst part's over.

Wow, thank you. Yes.

Yeah, that's good to hear.

-Um, can we see her?
-Not now.

We're limiting the number
of visitors she can have,

but you'll be able
to see her soon.

-Okay. Um...
-Okay.

-I guess, thank you.
-You're welcome.

[sighs] Man.

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Goodnight.

You coming to turn yourself in?

No, but I might be here
to tell the cops

that some crazy bitch
is out here lying on me.

Go ahead, tell 'em.
I got my job back.

And I am sure my co-workers
will believe me over you.

Look, how many times
do I have to tell you

I didn't do anything
to you.

Then how'd they find
PCP in my system?

-I don't fucking know.
-I know you drugged me.

I am not going to stop
seeking justice

until you get what you deserve.

Get out of my face
with that bullshit.

And stop posting shit
about me all over.

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

Your secret is out,
Demetrius Vincent Landry.

You used to be an informant.

I didn't have
anything to do with

shooting Madam,
you heard me?

Maybe you thought
that Madam found out,

and so you tried to take her out

before she could take you out.

[scoffs] Hell no, are you crazy?

It's not that crazy
of a question, Kenny.

Maybe Madam gave you some
pushback because she discovered

that you and I are still
sleeping together.

That made you angry.

You guys got into a big argument
and you shot her.

[sighs]
You're reaching, detective?

No, I'm not. I'm just doing
my job, Mr. Brown.

Because
if you didn't shoot her...

who do you think did?

I don't know. Ain't you supposed
to be figuring that out?

Well, you listen to this,
I'm about to be

all up in your business. Okay?

I would never hurt Madam.

Never?

Looks like Madam
is out of surgery

and she has regained
consciousness.

Has she said anything?

I don't know.

Is there anything that you want
to tell me before she does?

-I have nothing else to say.
-You can go.

Officer Alvarez.

I need you to call over
to the hospital.

Get somebody over there
right away and you tell them

that I said
I don't want anybody to go

in Madam's room
until I speak to her first.

[hip-hop music playing]

-Daddy?
-I'm here, baby girl.

What, what are you doing here?

I mean, what-what if
somebody sees you?

I ain't going nowhere,

until I know that
you're out of harm's way.

Can't believe
that I almost lost you.

Oh, shit.

One bullet ain't gonna stop me.

Who did this to you?

I don't know.

Look, I know it's hard,
but try to retrace your steps.

Uh, maybe something
will come back to you.

[exhales]

I remember
being in my office.

I was standing at my desk
smoking a cigarette.

[metallic clanging]

I heard a noise.

How did you get in here?
[echoes]

[gunshot]

I don't know.
Then there was a-a flash.

[gunshot]

[intense music playing]

Gun, there was a gunshot.
And I-I don't know.

Did you see a face?

No.

It's okay if you don't remember.

I know that slick-haired joker

had something to do with it.
He did it.

And I'm gonna make sure
he don't get away with it too.

Who? Wait...

Are you talking
about the Concierge?

[sighs] Normally, I would say
fact-check it.

But he testified
at my trial, so...

You can go ahead and do
whatever you want to with him.

Oh, yeah. You know I will.

You can't be here.

Take care, baby girl.

-I love you.
-I love you.

[monitor beeps]

[hip-hop music playing]

[Blue] It's real convenient

that the shooter
knew where to stand,

so that they wouldn't be seen
on camera.

Now, the only people that knew
about this blind spot,

is us two.

-Maybe they just lucked up.
-Hmm.

And we know
that it wasn't a pro.

Because a pro would have had
something better

than a 45 mm.

Unless it was a pro who didn't
wanna look like a pro.

Hmm. Good point.

Go stand over there.

Now act like
you're shooting at me.

[gun cocks]

-Nigga, use your finger.
-Oh.

Right.

Now you see
how your arm is pointing down.

Forensics report said
Madam was shot straight on.

So that tells me
that the shooter

couldn't have been
as tall as you.

So we looking
for some short motherfucker?

Someone shorter than you.

[hip-hop music playing]

Where the hell
did she put that gun?

[sighs]

Oh, snap!

One-two-three-four.

Uh, six-nine-six-nine.

[bangs]

Now, how I'm gonna figure out
this shit?

[sighs]

[keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

Yo, Rayshon. Where you at?

We about to come up.

There's a $20,000 reward
for any information

on the person who shot Madam.

And I think I know who did it.

All I gotta do
is crack open this safe,

and we gonna be all good.

Man, hit me back.

[sighs]

[insects chirping]

Made from corn?
Like corn on a cob?

[chuckles] I don't want no vodka
made from corn.

I want liquor made from liquor.

I want no liquor made out
of no vegetable.

Give me the brown stuff.

What are you doing here?

Not getting high
on my own supply like you.

You about to get told
where you can go.

-[Toni chuckles]
-Don't come in here judging me.

So what? You just gonna sit here
all night and drink?

That's more like it.

-If blowing it was a person.
-[scoffs]

What do you want, Toni?

If you gonna order some food,
order some food

and get the hell on home.

No, come on, Carla.

Now, seriously.

We are above
all of this bickering.

I don't think we are.

We are sisters. Okay?

And we need to figure out
a way to get along.

Now, you know, daddy would
want us to know each other.

And he would want us
to have each other's backs.

But all we do is... fight.

-I'm just looking at you.
-Look away.

'Cause whenever you come around
with all that Kumbaya shit,

you up to something, Toni.

And if this is about getting
Mattie B's back

I'm telling you right now,
you not getting it.

This ain't about Mattie B's.

What is wrong with you?

Don't you see what is more
important right now,

is that Marilyn
is in the hospital,

and we don't know
what's gonna happen to her.

Do you even know
if she has a will?

I don't know what the bitch got.

Well, do you know what's gonna
happen to Eden?

'Cause look,
if we could get our hands

on that club and sell it...

we could make a fortune.

Stop worrying about Madam shit.

She gonna be fine. Shit.

Devil never dies.

[scoffs] Yeah, you right
about that.

If I'm wrong, then...

I got dibs
on the crib and the club.

Greedy.

Ambitious.

That was good.

Don't get another one.

[hip-hop music playing]

Well, if it isn't
the turncoat herself.

I'mma ask you this one time,
and I want a straight answer.

Where were you
when Madam was shot?

Lawyer, bitch!

L-A-W-Y-E-R.
I ain't talking without one.

We got nothing but love
for Madam at Eden.

Instead of dragging us
down here for questioning,

why don't you go
do some real police work?

How about that?

Look, Detective,
we thank you for your service,

but I wasn't there.

So I'm afraid there's nothing
that I can say

that'll actually help you
with your investigation.

So, can I go now?

Yeah.

-Yo, man! Ohh.
-Shut up!

Why you coming at me
like that, Tommy?

You was on duty
when Madam got shot.

-[Blue] Right?
-Right?

Yeah, I was here,
but I didn't shoot her.

Yeah.

[Blue] We never said that
you did.

-Then why you got me hemmed up?
-Where the fuck were you?

-I was doing my job.
-Which apparently you suck at.

[Blue] If you were doing
your job,

Madam would have
never gotten shot.

You must have seen something.

Nah, nothing suspicious.

Just the same old, same old.

Same old, same old.

Madam got a bullet
in her motherfucking chest.

Think, motherfucker.

For real.

The only car I recognized

in the parking lot was Madam's.

I didn't see anything else.

You call yourself
a security guard?

What are you securing?

When I'm here,
I don't miss anything.

I can tell you right now

that there's three cars
in the parking lot.

A blue truck that's been here

ever since
LaDarius got blown up.

A white sedan that has
low air in its front right tire.

And a black car
that's right up in front.

It's gonna have a worthless
security guard under it

if I don't get
some fucking information.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait,
I remember something.

I did see a gray sedan
across the street

in that empty parking lot.

-See, now we're talking.
-Mm-hmm.

And I'll tell you this.

This better lead to something.

Because the next time I see you,
I'mma cut your eyes out.

Because you don't see nothing.

Hi, this is, uh,
this is Mayor Watson.

Uh, I need to speak with you
about something.

I heard that
you were very discreet,

and that is exactly
what I'm in need of.

Listen, I-I need
to meet with you.

It's rather urgent, so please
just reach me at this number.

Thanks.

Sexy lingerie,
and you smell good.

-[chuckles]
-You were waiting up for me.

Actually, this is not for you.

I look good, and I smell good
every night.

-This is not just for you.
-[chuckles] True that.

Nah, but you know
what I noticed?

We don't ever just talk.

Let's chop it up a little.

I really didn't
move you in here to talk.

Why don't you come over here
and drop the towel?

[scoffs] Okay, Ms. Mayor.

-You so bossy.
-[chuckles]

-You must be a Taurus.
-Ooh. Actually, I'm not.

-I'm a Scorpio.
-For real?

-Yes.
-My bad.

When's your birthday?

More kissing, less talking.

Shh. Let me do my thing.

Just go with it.

Now, when's your birthday?

October 23rd.

10-23. Okay, Scorpio.

What year?

A lady never tells her age.

Now, do something else
with that mouth of yours.

[moans]

[instrumental music playing]

[sighs] Amp, let's not take
too long.

I don't wanna miss
any updates on Madam.

Dime, you heard the doctor say,

she's out of the woods.

So why don't you think
about getting some rest?

You know, Madam
would be cussing us out

if something happened to you.

She would. I can hear her now.

Y'all motherfuckers better not
get sick worrying about me.

-I told y'all motherfuckers.
-Yeah.

All y'all niggas need to do is
stay healthy so you can dance

and make me my money.

[laughs]

Amp, what-what is this?

-What is this?
-Okay, look, Dime.

-I can explain.
-Did you drink this?

-No, I didn't drink it.
-Then why is it here?

-The-the cap is loose.
-I know, Dime.

But I promise you
I did not drink.

-I don't believe you.
-Dime, I'm not lying, man.

I didn't drink.

Okay.

-I thought about it.
-You thought about it?

Well, did you think about how
awful you are when you're drunk?

Or all the crazy shit
that you put me through

the last time you were drinking?

And you want me
to have your baby.

Do you honestly think that
you're ready to be a father?

-Dime, listen.
-No, just don't.

I cannot. I can't do this.

[door slams]

[exhales]

[knock on door]

Hold on!

-[knock on door]
-Coming.

[groans]

[grunts]

Damn, okay, doctor lady.

Mm. I love me a classy hoe.

[dramatic music playing]

That's fine, I'm just gonna
stay a little longer.

I've got some
unfinished business.

Yeah, just make sure the,
make sure the jet is fueled up

and my Visa is okay.

Arrgh!

[grunts]

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[intense music playing]

[grunts]

[knock on door]

[knocking continues]

-Who is it?
-[Blue] It's Blue and Tommy.

-Open up.
-Just a second.

What took you so long?

I had to put some clothes on.

What are y'all doing here?

I need you to hack
into the city's cameras.

Wait, what? What time is it?

Time for you to wake your ass up
and get to work.

And it's time for you
to get a new bedspread.

What is this?

Polyester blend. Ugh.

What are you even talking about?

Look.

I just sent you
my discount code, Boll & Branch.

35% off your first purchase.

So now you can get rid
of this itchy-ass comforter.

And don't worry about it.
You can thank me later.

All right, enough of this
homemaker shit.

Focus.
I need to see all the cars

that were parked around Eden
the night that Madam got shot.

I thought the police
were handling it.

When we ever start relying
on the police?

Why, you got
something better to do?

I'm just saying, it's late.

Figured y'all would wanna
get some rest.

I need to see everything around
Eden from that night.

[keys clacking]

[sighs] They are all the angles
around Eden.

That's the parking lot.

That's the corner.
That's the street.

Can you zoom in
from across the street?

Sedan, right there.

I need to see the numbers
on the plate.

You mean, like, zoom in again?

[keys clacking]

Gotcha.

I need to know
who owns this car.

Can you get us into
the Department

of Driver Services to find out?

Okay. Now, we're talking.

[keys clacking]

Yep.

Close all this shit up.
Cover your tracks.

I don't need anybody knowing
I was in this motherfucker.

Bet.

Hey. While you in there,

think you can help clear up
some of my parking tickets?

-[scoffs] Come on, Thomas.
-What?

Thomas Egan Jackson,
let me know.

[hip-hop music playing]

So you're telling me you had
nothing to do with this?

I didn't shoot my sister.
I love Marilyn.

Besides, I was
at Mattie B's all night.

Everybody knows there's no
love lost between you two.

Especially since
you testified against her.

Any questions you have for me,

you can direct them
to my attorney.

Innocent people don't usually
need an attorney.

You got something you want
to get off your chest?

Off my chest? [scoffs] Please.

I watched The First 48.

I watch all the crime shows.
I don't want no soda.

I don't want no coffee.
I don't want no cigarette.

I don't want none
of your cheap-ass snacks

because I know
you're trying to collect my DNA.

Now, I don't really have shit
to say about it.

Okay. You want to tell me

where that blood came from
on your shirt?

I work in the kitchen
around a lot of knives.

Shit happens.

So you were at
Mattie B's with Toni?

Well, Toni wasn't there.

But I was there, yeah.

Can I go?

-Hello?
-Yes, Carla. You can go.

Please go.

The hospital called,
they said that Marilyn DeVille

is stable enough
for questioning.

-I thought you'd want to know.
-Hmm. Thank you.

[upbeat music playing]

Look, Amp.

I'm really tired.

Let's talk about this later.
Let's just take a nap.

I hear you.

But, um...

I really need you
to hear me too.

Dime, I had a moment
of weakness.

I mean...

I saw my mother...

at the groundbreaking ceremony,
and I just...

I felt like I was just
all over the place.

And, you know,
I tried to call you.

But you didn't pick up.

And I'm not placing
my decision-making on you.

You could have called
your sponsor.

Okay, well, guess what?
I did call Michael.

All right?
Michael didn't pick up either.

Isn't that his job?

I can't make my decisions

based on Michael, either.

And the point is
that I didn't drink.

-Because you were interrupted.
-No.

Because I'm solid.

Hey. Look.

Just like I told you
at the hospital.

All right?
This is the process, Dime.

[chuckles] You know,
man, for me,

that process is just gonna be
hard from time to time.

But you know what?
I'm cool with it being hard.

And I know it's really scary.

Being with me through
the recovery and...

Shit, man, it sucks.

And I have to choose whether

to take a drink
every day or not.

But I heard about our baby.

And it made the choice
that much easier, Dime.

All right, look.

I choose you.

I choose our baby.

You know, and more importantly,
I choose us.

Come here.

[instrumental music playing]

Um, excuse me.

This is a hospital.
What's wrong with you?

You can't smoke in here.

What's wrong with me, bitch?
What is wrong with you?

Do you know
who you're speaking to?

Yes. The woman that came in here

with a gunshot wound
to the chest.

So, hospital policy
and state law aside...

there's no way
you should be smoking right now.

Well, I will do
what the fuck I want to.

So I will smoke
when and where I choose.

This cigarette is going in my
mouth or up your fucking ass.

What the fuck am I gonna drink?

Oh, shit. This bitch.

-[sighs]
-[Davis chuckles]

[sighs] I see you still think
you're above the law.

What do you want?

Hopefully the same thing
that you want.

I'm here to find out
who shot you.

I need to know what you know.

Hmm, well, I know about
as much as you. Nothing.

Well, let's start with
the last person that you saw.

Okay, what the fuck about
I don't know nothing

did you not just understand?

Is that badge making you
stupid or something?

Which I must say
is quite difficult

because you're pretty fucking
dumb as it begins with.

You know, why don't you
do us all a favor, okay,

and go back out into the world

and do whatever the fuck it is
you do besides from fail.

How about that?

You can go.

You know, if you keep this up,

that nicotine may just be
the end of you.

Hmm.

If not that,
something else will.

[chuckles]

You can't keep
beating the inevitable.

Watch me.

Get me another cup of water,
bitch.

-I'll tell your nurse.
-Mm.

[upbeat music playing]

-What you doing here, sucker?
-Just making a peace offering.

Open it.

A piece here, a piece there.

So many pieces.

This ain't over.

I implore you to reconsider,
Cadillac.

But it is your choice.

Either way, you're going to have
to do better than this.

And don't send anybody you like.

They won't be coming back.

[man on TV] Male lions typically
mate 50 times a day

when the female
is ready to breed.

Damn.

Some lioness
must have that good-good.

-I see you, ladies.
-[knock on door]

There she is.

-Hey. What's up, Madam?
-[Amp] What's up?

-Hey.
-Hey.

Hey, come here.

Oh.

Hey, you know,
we thought we lost you.

-You had us scared.
-Mm-hmm. Shit.

Like my grandma always said,

you can't kill dead grass.

-Yeah.
-[laughs]

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

What the fuck happened to you?

-[sighs]
-Oh, wow.

Just a couple scratches.
I'm all right.

Where's El Fuego?

The last time I seen him,
he was talking to the cops.

-Is that so?
-Yeah.

Davis brought all of us in,
Auntie.

But, you know,
we didn't say nothing.

Forget about him, Madam.
We're here to celebrate you.

-Ah.
-That's what I'm talking about.

Hey, you may want
to chill out, bro.

Come on, man.
It ain't time for you, bro.

Man, what you talking about?
Liquor only makes me stronger.

[all chuckle]

Pull up. Pull up.

-Hey.
-Mm-hmm.

-Pull it up. Pull it up.
-There you go, Madam.

Bro, I'm not getting you
no drink.

Get everybody situated.

You got a flask...

I'm supporting Amp
in his sobriety, so...

Well, good. More for us then.
There you go.

-Get me two.
-Pour me some more.

[indistinct chatter]

-Thank you.
-Good.

-Delicious.
-Mm-hmm.

-I got you.
-Ooh, yes.

That's what I needed.
Right here.

-Get that foam--
-What's going on here?

Mm. It's called a party, bitch.

You should have one sometimes.

-[scoffs]
-Exactly.

Out. Everybody, get out.

Listen to her.

Party-pooper.

They are welcome to come back
during visiting hours.

And you are welcome to kiss
my ass to the pink part.

-[scoffs]
-You get the fuck out.

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

[sighs]

[keypad beeping]

[dramatic music playing]

[keypad beeping]

-[knock on door]
-Come in.

Oh, my.

I wasn't expecting
to walk into that.

[sighs] Well...

You did walk into my room,
so you get what you get.

Mm.

I see somebody
bought you some flowers.

How nice. They're beautiful.

Man, stop playing.

I know you sent them flowers
for dicking you down earlier.

It's all good, though.

I ain't gonna tell nobody.

I know you got
a reputation at the hospital.

Don't get me wrong. That dick
does deserve some flowers.

But I didn't buy them.
There wasn't a card?

Nobody signed it. That's why
I thought you sent them.

Well, I'm sure you have
plenty of admirers.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You think I'd be able
to get out of here soon?

Probably.

I just have to run
a few more tests.

-Damn, more tests?
-Only one.

How does that feel?

Yeah.

It is a little stiff.

Then in that case,
I'm gonna have to start you

on intensive oral therapy.

Stat.

[inhales]

Fuck.

[hip-hop music playing]

[sobbing] I don't know anything
about a shooting.

I swear on my grandbaby, I'm not
the man you're looking for.

[sobbing]

We know that you were at Eden.

The question that we want
answered...

is why?

But I've never been to Eden.

Wrong answer.

[screams]

What did I do?

[sobs] I'm sorry if I did
something to you. I'm sorry.

Jesus, please help me.

-[pants]
-Jesus can't help you now.

-[pants]
-You with me.

Now, we know that you were
parked across the street

on Tuesday night.

-What were you doing there?
-Tuesday night?

I wasn't across the street.

I was in Mattie B's having
dinner with my family.

Liar.

I guess this little piggy's
going to the market.

No. No. No!

[screams] No!

[screaming]

It doesn't have to be this way.

Just tell me what I want
to know and this can just stop.

Please don't hurt me anymore.
I didn't do anything to you.

[shushing] It's okay.

We're just talking, all right?
You and me.

Now, we know that you were
at Mattie B's.

Were you looking for Madam?

The lady who owns Club Eden?

No.

-Why would I be looking for her?
-[Tommy] See?

Now we speaking
the same language.

Because that's the question
we're asking you.

[screams]

[screaming]

What do you want to hear?

-I'll tell you anything.
-Mm-mm-mm.

Don't just tell me anything,
Gerald.

I want you to tell me
why you shot Madam?

[sobs]
I didn't shoot her!

You... You've got to believe me.

[sobbing]

This guy is scared.

I don't think he had
anything to do with it.

No. That's what
he wants us to think.

It was his car
parked across the street

the night of the shooting.

I don't know, Tommy.

I have tortured men
from here to Afghanistan.

There's something about this
that just don't seem right.

So you mean to tell me...

his car just showed up
for no reason?

Fuck that.

[sighs]

Gerald.

Last chance.

Who sent you?

Nobody sent me.

All right.

Since you want
to be hard-headed.

[groans]

Hmm. I guess his head wasn't
as hard as I thought.

Damn, Tommy,
now I definitely can't get

any information out of him.
The fuck, man?

Ooh, shush. Now this beats
peas and Jell-O any day.

Wait. You can't eat all of this.

You just got out of surgery.

Look, lady. I know that
you are just doing your job.

But this by-the-textbook
shit that you're doing

is getting on
my last fucking nerves, okay?

Now, the food that you
serve here is bland.

I'm sure as bland
as your fucking pussy.

So I had my constituent go out

and get me some decent food.

Now, if you are nice
and stop being a fucking nag,

I might let you
have some dessert.

I appreciate the offer.

But you're not gonna have
any of this.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

You're right, bitch.

-[groans]
-But you are.

You fucking crazy bitch!

[groans]

Oh! Oh, you're crazy.

Yeah, I've been called
crazy before.

Oh...

[pants] No!

[grunts]

Go to sleep, bitch.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

-Go to sleep. Go to sleep.
-Oh, God!

[groans]

[sighs]

Tommy, come pick me up.

I'm done
with this hospital shit.

[instrumental music playing]

* Yeah *

* What?

[rap song plays]