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[tapping]

Anyone watching thinking we know fuck all

about knowing fuck all about owt,
needs to watch their backs!

Oh!

So you've had your Labour, reclassifying
skunk, sending prices sky-high.

Literally, literally,
taking the grass from its own roots.

And now you've got your Con-Dem-Nation.

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had a national
fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know,

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester,

and they charge us for water?

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found.

This green
and pleasant land in ancient time.

Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak! Yak!

It's not theirs any more.

-This is our England now!
-[cheering]

Party!

[theme music]

[phone beeps]

[Karen] My husband has killed men.

I don't know how many,

I don't know the circumstances.

I do know better than to ask.

There's a dark side to my husband.

He has secrets.

Defends what is his.

It's in his blood,
generation after generation.

Do not cross my husband lightly.

Because if he finds you…

he will exact a terrible revenge.

[phone rings]

-I'll get it.
-No, it's all right.

I've got it. Go back to sleep.

[door closes]

Hello?

This has to stop.

You better stay in your hole,
you little prick,

because I'll cut your throat
from ear to fucking ear.

-Everything all right?
-Yeah. Wrong number.

Let's go back to bed.

Cheers.

[Frank] Cheers now.

-South African?
-Yes.

You are a white South African?

Batons and Soweto and Steve Biko?

Desmond Mandela, and the rest.

My father went out there after the war
to be a policeman for a party.

Apartheid.

They know
how to treat the police out there.

They've got maids,
gardeners, servants, the lot.

And a proper respect for the law.

-You must've had a passport before now.
-Didn't need one.

I've never been north of Bury,
or south of Stockport.

These are
for the citizenship test, Lillian.

Why would you need a citizen…

You're not a British citizen?

There were a load of forms
to fill in, I couldn't be bothered.

Woo, yeah!

Hey, come on, pace yourself,
son, it's a Snickers, not a sprint.

Come on, Frank,
I'm just getting warmed up.

Eh, Señorita! Come on, drinks all round.

Oh, you beauty!

Click your fingers at me again,

and you'll be tickling
your prostate with them.

[laughter]

I do apologise.

-Oh, hello, is the nursery full?
-I heard the slap, didn't I?

-Do it again. Please…
-[laughter]

When we ask for a drink,
we ask with some fucking good grace.

Some fucking good grace.

Well, we would be most grateful
if we could have a top up, please.

Better.

You know what? That might've been one
of the most erotic moments of my life.

I think you're confusing sex
with corporal punishment. Schoolboy error.

You know that I'm good
with the ladies, better than most.

-Oh, you think so, do you? Oh, right. Oh.
-Yeah.

-Watch and learn, son.
-Go on.

[clears throat]
Could I interest you--

Not unless you had
a full head and body transplant.

-Crashed and burned.
-[laughter]

Mock if you must,
but I have spread my seed plenty wide.

-Flying solo doesn't count, Frank.
-Solo!

Dominos?

-Anything?
-Uh, just bills and stuff. Don't worry.

Just got to, er…

Come on, then, you fucking coward! Eh!

[Shane] Shadow boxing again, eh?

-What are you sneaking around for?
-Fuck.

I'm not sneaking around.
I've got four pounds of fucking weed here.

Do you think I'm gonna go in
through the front door?

That was out of order.

-Pressure.
-Oh, apology accepted.

I didn't fucking apologise.

Yeah, one of these days,
I'm gonna hit back.

A little alcohol, but definitely no weed,

or her larynx
will swell like a baboon's arse,

then she'll be smoking
through a hole in her neck.

It's for my time.
It's taking up more and more of my day.

I've noticed.

Meaning?

Don't pick a fight
just cos you've got a guilty conscience.

Her mother's not got a pot to piss in.

That lot would've cost her
60 quid over the counter.

So, you're the Great Provider.

-I hear you.
-Yak, yak, fucking yak.

Swear and wear a micro-mini,
that'll get you ahead in life.

-Start smoking while you're at it.
-I already do.

[door opens and closes]

I'm helping people.

-So what you gonna spend your earnings on?
-Is that what your big book tells you?

How to be a smart arse?

You've convinced yourself
what you're doing is right, haven't you?

It is.

[Dominic] You've got to ask yourself this:

when was the last time
you got your end away?

Twice, this morning, and a blowy.

Oh. Fuck.

-I have recently, frequently--
-Thought not.

Don't try and out-sex me.
How many women have you poked?

I haven't got a clue.

A-ha.

Look, the point is,
him, he's starting out.

Me… I guess I'm at my prime.
You, you're a spent force.

I mean pretty soon, your sex life
will be consigned to history.

Like Spangles.

Oh. I'm out.

Gotta start me shift.

Thirty-two. And a half.

-How many I've shagged.
-I'll be back in a couple of hours, yeah?

-Everything all right?
-Why wouldn't it be?

Twenty minutes, see you then.

-[Mimi] Where you off?
-Lock up in Gorton. There's been a fire.

-Have we lost--
-The lot. We've lost the lot.

-Who the fuck knew about Gorton?
-No-one.

Had to give the lads
a postcode so they could Sat-Nav it.

-You need company?
-No. I'll be back as soon as.

[laughter]

-What they laughing at?
-Pair of dinosaurs.

Take their bras off,
and their tits'll hit their knees.

Wouldn't be a teenager again
for all the money in the world.

Oh, I fucking would.

The damage I could cause,
knowing what I know now.

[Avril chuckles]

Sandy Alexander dropped this off.
Urine sample.

"Any chance of the results
by Tuesday", he says.

From Patty Croker, in case
you'd forgotten the last set.

Patty's been warned off
every GP's practice in North Manchester,

and Sandy…

I think he's diabetic.

You're diagnosing people?

I'm putting tests into the system.

They send off hundreds
to the lab every day.

What's the point
of having knowledge if you don't apply it?

[Aidan] What do you think
of them as a couple?

-She'd have him for breakfast.
-He's a big lad, your dad.

Yeah, but she's a right dirty scrubber.
You can tell.

Mm. True.

-Totally clear?
-Absolutely.

Jamie?

It was nailed to the door.

Whose is it?

My wife's.

Sixteen thousand four hundred twenty-one
souls.

That's how many I've boffed.

-Before or after lunch?
-Life-time, smart arse.

It's a very precise number.

Not 16,500, 16,421.

Total population of the Chatsworth,

according to the census of 2011,
as reported on Mancapedia.

What?
You've fucked everyone on the Chatsworth?

That's one a day since you were eight.

-365 times 53, your age, minus 16--
-Stop.

Fuck off and count matchsticks
or lines on the road, you gimp.

By association.

Sex degrees of separation.

Not a single individual
on the Chatsworth that I have not fucked,

-once or twice removed.
-That's bollocks.

Yeah?

I've had him.

-I think I would've remembered.
-[Dominic chuckles]

-I fucked her.
-Oi!

She regularly humps her hubby, presumably.

-More fool him.
-Again, oi!

Hubby slithered out
of the scally muff of his mother,

where young William
frequently deposits his juvenile jizz.

Therefore, by association,

I have jizzed where he has jizzed,

though I jizzed there first, so to speak.

-How long's this been going on?
-Couple of weeks.

At first, I thought it was
just some numpty fancying his chances,

but it's got to be a team.
They're all over us.

Where we are, who we're with,
when we're in or out.

I had to shred my bank cards this morning.
Someone's been having a go at my accounts.

This is the real deal, Mam.

It could be coming from any direction.

-Have you told Karen?
-She'd fucking freak.

I think you'd better.
Forewarned and all that.

You're gonna have to smoke them out.
Find out who and then you'll know why.

My little swimmers
course through the blood-streams of all.

-Female or male. I am omni-gender.
-I'll put it on your tab.

-See, anyone can do that.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, have a go, Rob Roy McGregor.
You'll soon hit a hurdle.

I have, for example,
deposited my stuff in your little McMuff.

Bullshit. And let's try and keep it clean.

I rode Angie, who fucked Colin G…

who shagged Tricia Patterson,
who's the wife of young Danny,

who's been dipping his wick
in you recently, if I'm not much mistaken.

Though not a lot of people
are aware of the fact.

Fucking married?

-[laughter]
-I am not.

So, sex degrees of separation.

I like it.

And the beauty of it is, every time
one of these rides someone new,

my tally expands.

Now how's that "history"?

Pint!

See you.

Hiya.

See you, sexy.

Seems unfair. I've paid taxes all my life.

No, you haven't!

Not a farthing, ever. You're the one
the Daily Mail warns us about.

Chocolate? Party at yours then, is it?

Got a lot of revising to do.
Lillian wants a passport.

In order to get one,
she has to take a citizenship test.

-Eh?
-She was born abroad,

never bothered to get naturalised.

Hiya.

Now she's tossed
her hat in the passport ring,

if she fails the test,

she'll be deported
for being an illegal immigrant.

[Chesney laughs]

C'mon, trigger.

Something to say?

No.

[Chesney laughs]

Fuck.

-Her middle name's Finola?
-That's not the issue.

Are you totally sure?

White blood cell count is off the scale.

Red blood cell count is in her boots.

It's not a good combination, Jackson.

It's not a real name, is it, Finola?
It sounds more like a pet's name.

You have to tell her. Get her to a doctor.

A, you're not gonna get Patty
anywhere near a doctor,

and B, no way
am I telling her she's dying.

-Patty's dying?
-No!

Maybe. We don't know.

I've got to tell Aidan.

You wanna live till you're 17,
you'll say nothing.

-Where are you going?
-[Jackson] Town.

While she's all grown up
and out trying to bag a footballer

and you're playing
Doctor Dolittle, I've got a life.

With great knowledge
comes great responsibility.

You have to tell her.

Just to get warmed up.
[clears throat]

How many Parliamentary Constituencies
are there?

Seven.

Close. Six hundred and fifty.

But they'll probably give
multiple-choice in the test, so stick in.

What is the difference
in the average hourly wage

for men and women?

Five,
ten or twenty percent lower for women?

Higher.

No, sweetness. Lower.

-Higher.
-It's not a fucking game!

I didn't get the question.

Simpler one.

How old was the Queen Mother
when she passed away?

What?

-How old was the Queen Mother--
-The Queen Mother's not dead.

Come again?

She stole the show
when William married Kate.

With her gin and her horses,

and all the young men oiled
and sent up to her room.

Except Barney.

What?

I've shagged everyone
on the Chatsworth except Barney.

There's no connection, nothing.

Ah, come on Frank. Not like it matters.

There, there, there.
You can't win them all.

Take them to the usual place
and I'll be there soon as I can.

And, Benny,
tell absolutely no-one, understand?

Just nipping to the park.

-Have fun.
-See you in a bit, love.

-We're on.
-Be careful.

Donnelly…

McCann…

Turk…

One of you cunts has been in my house,

rifling through my wife's knicker drawer,
taking pictures of my son, my family.

Now I wanna know who sent you and why.

[man] Fuck you, Maguire.

Three…

two…

one.

-Yah!
-Oh.

Strike one!

Look at him taunting me.

He's a big cock-tease, right enough.

You know the worst of it?

He fucking loves
our deep fried double bacon burgers.

Can't get enough of it.

He's at my work every fucking day
reminding me of my one failure.

Failing to have fucked him by association
is your biggest failure in life?

My one and only.

[Connor crying]

Jesus Christ!

Dump them somewhere public,
send out a statement.

-No problem, boss.
-[phone ringing]

-Mam, what's up?
-[Mimi] They hit Karen.

I'll be right there.

Fuck!

Ready for some questions, Champ?

I was born ready.

-What do you want for Christmas, lovely?
-Michael Jackson tickets.

Special guest appearance by…

Whitney.

If money were no object,
where would you go on your holidays?

New York. Dine at that restaurant
on top of them Twin Towers.

Three hundred and eighty degrees view
across Manhat-ley.

-What's happened?
-She was grabbed in the park.

Slapped her about the face
in front of Connor.

Then he stuffed this
down the front of her shirt.

[Karen] What's going on?

What the fuck is going on?

This isn't the first threat
that's been made.

Well, how many?

Eight maybe.

Who is it?

I'm out of ideas.

Have you done something to put us at risk?

No.

I am properly scared, Jamie.

How many were there?

I saw one.

[Mimi] Tell him what he said.

That Connor is a legitimate target.

[Avril] They will do a second test.
Have a consultant examine you.

Things they can do these days…

How many drinks did you have
before you could tell me this?

A few.

I'm probably wrong.

I've no idea what I'm doing.

No, you'll not be wrong.
There's no mistake.

Leukaemia took my mother, and her sister,
and my grandfather before them.

I knew it would come at some point.

-We'll get you to a doctor first thing.
-You'll do no such thing.

If I have it,
I'll not be spending my last days

having radio waves shot through me.

How far gone do you think I am?

I can't possibly know that.

Yesterday, you thought
you were Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman.

You saw the results.
You must have an idea.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me, I have things to do.

-How is he?
-He's fine. Don't think he knows.

I couldn't bear it
if something happened to him.

It won't.

Maybe you should leave. It might be safer.

I'm not going anywhere.

Besides, what would we be
without each other, eh?

What the fuck?

Woah, woah, woah. Stop it!

This country
is brought to its knees by immigrants.

I'm second generation Bradford!

[Lillian] I'm an immigrant.

You're an immigrant!

I'm Irish. God's chosen tribe.

You don't even believe in God.

-I believe in Ireland.
-Piss off.

[Irish music playing]

Oh, how cute…

Aw…

-Boy or girl?
-Girl.

That's the ugliest fecking baby
I ever saw.

Looks like the Michelin Man ate
Angel Delight and took a dump.

You.

It is time you embarked
on the rest of your life

and stopped dressing and behaving
like a Jack Russell

-in lipstick and heels.
-I beg your pardon?

Another couple of years,

folk'll start thinking
you actually are a transvestite,

rather than merely resembling one.

Who spiked your sherry?

Ah! From Middle Earth
comes the dulcet tones

of the Scouse Skank unleashed.

-Who the fuck do you think you're--
-Ah. Now, get back in your box.

You've the face
that sank a thousand ships.

No wonder your husband
ran off to be with the lady-boys.

As for you…

Wheelchair or not,
I will kick you in the minge.

That's all one needs to know about you.

It's a tremendous sense of freedom.

All right, Barney?

All right?

Prick tease.

Eh, Barney, wait. Hold up.

Love the old deep fried
double bacon burgers, eh?

Heaven sent.

You know, after the breakfast rush,
we toss a whole bunch of them.

They don't want them reheated.

-Very big on hygiene and that.
-I know.

Why don't you come by
tomorrow and I'll, you know,

put some in your direction,

save you forking out 3.50 for a pile
of old, you know, for a lovely meal.

[mumbling] Yeah, why not? Yeah.

What's going on?

Emergency review. Wrong patients
been getting the wrong results.

How many?

I mean,

-have they found anything?
-[Calum] Don't know.

It's not just us,
it's all over the North West.

Every hospital, every department.

Oh, well… That's good.

Russian Roulette with blood test results?
Proper spectator sport.

You sure you should be doing that?

My secrets are going with me…

you little gobshite.

Don't need to be so nasty.

Why on earth not?
Slutty little whore that you are?

[Aidan laughs]

[Avril] Blood tests all over the North
will need to be triple-checked.

Some lab in Durham
cutting costs or staff or whatever.

And that's good why?

They're re-testing Patty's sample.
The results were compromised.

She's outside the house now,
burning stuff.

You have to tell her
there's been a mistake.

Yeah, right.

She needs to know.

Please.

Shovel your own shit.

Oi, Reese Witherspoon.
If you're finished with your nails?

[clicks tongue]

Is he gone?

Sally will have him till the weekend.

Are you gonna be okay?

Couple more possibilities.

I'll have the lads with me.

There's a couple of guys downstairs,
inside and out. Everything will be fine.

Out. Now.

Is this you?

What is… Ow!

Are you threatening my family?

-No, I'm not! Don't be stupid.
-Who have you told about us?

-No-one.
-Dominic knew!

That was to save your fucking life.

Would Dominic have told anyone?

He keeps secrets for a living.
What is going on?

[phone ringing]

-[Karen] Jamie? Jamie, I'm sorry…
-Karen?

[distorted voice]
I'll call you at 6pm this evening,

let you know if she's still alive.

Jamie?

I'm sorry.

-[Jamie] How the fuck?
-We didn't know she'd gone out.

You should've told us.
I might've been able to help.

Don't give me the stare
cos I won't take it off you.

This isn't the time.

-What's the plan?
-Nothing to do till six o'clock.

We really don't know
anything about these fucks?

All the usual suspects, none of them.
That's what we know.

So, first of all, I was dying…

and now I am not dying.

I don't know.
They're gonna re-test your sample.

Chances are
you've just got a virus or something.

I destroyed my possessions

and allowed a bank transfer
of all my savings to my idiot daughter.

-[Jackson] How is Libby?
-She's an idiot, like she always was.

And don't try to distract
by feigning concern where you have none.

There's nothing noble
in telling a lie to protect a liar.

I've burnt my bridges left and right,
told everyone my true opinion,

that they're arseholes,
and now will be completely isolated.

We could say I gave you the wrong pills
and that you were confused.

Oh, because doolally and old folk
are natural bedfellows, of course!

I think we've heard enough stories
from you, don't you think?

You okay?

Getting there.

It's a recognised condition,
historophobia.

The American Medical Association
classifies it as a proper phobia.

So, it's just totally random?

No, no, no.
It's historical facts she can't cope with.

That would upset her
so she just blanks them out.

Pretends they never happened?

Yeah. Pretty much.

But then she'd have
to rewrite the whole of history.

That's what's fascinating, see?

She's created this whole complex narrative
in her own head.

She lives in a parallel universe.

Well, that would explain
a great fucking deal.

Jamie.

Everything all right?

Mind your own business.

[phone ringing]

-I wanna fucking--
-[Karen] I'm all right.

Tell him to fuck right off.

Karen.

[distorted voice] You're still here?
I take it your wife's disposable.

Anything but.

She's done nothing.

Take me. I'll go anywhere, any time.

-Are you still there?
-[distorted voice] Tomorrow morning.

Be in your shitty Merc,
on Findhorn Road at nine a.m.

No vests, no mates,
no pals watching your arse.

Fine.

[distorted voice] You've put me
in a lot of trouble,

so make sure you bring 200 grand with you.

I don't have that kind of money.

[distorted voice] Then I'll kill
your wife.

Okay. We'll get a couple of motors,
plain but sharp, you know.

-Keep a distance.
-Too risky.

We'll never collect
200 grand across one night, love.

We could borrow it, but we might as well
paint targets on our backs.

Besides, if it's a choice
between you and her--

Will they stop there?

What if it's you next time? Or Cilla?

I've got the money.

You what?

[Jamie] I've got it.

Going away fund
in case of a moonlight flit.

If something happens…

take Karen and Connor
and help them start somewhere else,

away from here.

Who was Britain's first
woman prime minister?

Don't be silly, you can't have
a woman prime minister.

Who is the England football manager?

The Italian. You know,
the one that looks like Mrs. Brown.

Look, you fucking mad Afrikaner!

Even if you don't believe it,
learn it, pass the test,

or there'll be no passport
and no fucking holiday to Benidorm!

But I love them documentaries.

Just learn it,
parrot-fashion, try not to think.

I'll try.

-She's got no chance.
-They'll deport her.

-[Gloria] Couldn't someone go with her?
-[Kelly] You think they let mates in?

No, but take the test alongside her.
Less intimidating if she had a pal there.

Keys.

Put these on. Put your own clothes inside.

Fuck you.

Wait!

[car door opens]

This how you get your kicks, is it?
Stripping men?

Follow the Sat-Nav.

When you get there,
leave the money in the car.

[Sat-Nav] Turn right.

Be right with you, two minutes.

Here we go.

The one that got away.

Yeah. Complete the set.

[moaning]

-Frank?
-It's not what it looks like.

Oh!

Okay, maybe it is.

Hello?

-I'm unarmed!
-[car starts]

Oi! You fuck!

I'm here!

You got my money.

If I don't get my wife back
safe and smiling,

you will be found, you fuck!

Thank fuck. I thought they'd bluffed me.

-Are you all right, Karen?
-I will be.

Come on.
We need to get out of here. It's not safe.

Nobody's coming, Jamie.

Nobody's coming.

What are you talking about?

Just me.

[Karen's voice] Still here?
I take it your wife is disposable?

[distorted voice] Still here?
I take it your wife is disposable.

It's an app.

Any kid can get it for a couple of quid.

-You lied to me.
-[beep]

[phone beeps]

-[beep]
-[phone rings]

-I'll get it.
-No, it's all right.

I've got it. Go back to sleep.

[Jamie] You better stay in your hole,
you little prick,

cos I will cut your throat
from ear to fucking ear.

[Karen] The phone calls,
the text messages…

[phone beeps]

…the pictures.

All me.

[Jamie] Guy in the park?

[Karen] Me. There was no guy.

Hi!

I went to great lengths
because this matters.

This is family.

The kidnapping?

A night in the Marriott.
It wasn't too shabby.

-Are you off your meds?
-No, you cunt.

You fucked Gloria.

You know, you could've fucked all
of Manchester and I'd never have known,

but you didn't.

-It was a mistake.
-Yeah, too fucking right.

-What if I'd left?
-Then I'd have known

that we don't matter to you.

But we do.

I do.

You stood up for your family.

Good for you.

I'm impressed.

Things will be different.

[Karen] Now, I'm in charge.

Though only you and I need to know that.

[Jamie] How's that gonna work?

[Karen] Every bit of money

comes through me, income and expenditure.

You probably think you can hide some,

like you did with the 200K,
but I will know.

And, by the way…

your going-away fund
is now my going-away fund.

What if it doesn't work?

It will.

You love me…

and despite all your weaknesses…

I love you.

Now, should anything ever happen to me,

my friend in the Ford
has a lot of information…

on your past…

and your present.

Who is he?

Every marriage has its secrets.

I know, and I'm sorry…

I'll be right with you.

-Everything all right?
-It's these fucking re-tests.

They want the drug history
of the ICU going back a month.

-Are these the false results?
-[Calum] No, they're originals.

All triple-checked. They're accurate.

-Are you sure?
-It's a good job you're pretty.

This is me final word on it
and I won't keep going on,

but there are reasons governments
and corporations don't pay ransoms.

Now every one of us is a target,
cos they know we'll pay out.

Thanks, Mum. I'm glad
you're not gonna keep going on about it.

I won't.

Hi, love.

Come on, Frank.
It's over, leave the man alone now.

[clears throat]
Yeah, you're probably right.

Things are better imperfect,
you know, they're not finished.

Will you still get your dole money,
now that you've been fired?

I weren't fired.

Technically, my position
fell victim to internal restructuring.

Oh. So they didn't want bad publicity?
You know, "worker spunks in burger".

For an alcoholic,
you're a very astute man.

-[Dominic] I'll drink to that.
-[Frank chuckles]

-Someone's got the love-balls in.
-I'm official.

Passed her citizenship test.
Stood in the queue.

She's all passport-ed up.

Good for you.

What's up with sour puss?

Fucking failed the test.
Seven out of twenty-four.

-[Gloria] Come on, Kel.
-Serve these while I go and see to Cilla.

[Jackson] Tell her.

[Avril] I can't.

"You're dying. You're not dying.
You're dying." It's cruel.

Let this be the end
of all that Doctor Dolittle stuff.

Doctor Dolittle talked to the animals,
you fucking arsehole.

-You absolutely loathe me, don't you?
-["One Last Chance" playing]

♪ And I try to remember ♪

♪ Who I used to be ♪

♪ I've got one last chance
To get myself together… ♪

[Karen] My husband has killed men.

He's a strong man…

-a violent man, if need be.
-Ah?

[Karen] I love my husband.

But he lied to me too often, too harshly.

And now things have altered, permanently.

You'd do well to remember…
revenge is a dish best served female.

Somebody has to tell
the woman she's dying.

-No way. Fuck off.
-She'll think we're taking the piss.

I would like to see Ireland one last time.

For what it's worth, it was a mistake.

You and me could fuck right now,
even the score up with your husband.

Tragic waste, your father.
He was a weak person, you know?

You're gonna lose him.

Down on one knee, propose, the lot.

[Mimi] It's our first anniversary.

This is how much I love you,
I wanna inhabit your skin.

If you think you can
talk about my dad like that…

-What's going on, Ruby?
-I'm gonna kill your mother!

[theme music]

Oh, yeah. I've had her. And her.

Well, I've had her… and her.

I've had her…

and her sister.

Well, I've had the mother.
A night I'd rather forget.

Oh. I've had her,
when she was married to Terry B.

I had Terry B's second wife…

before they hooked up.

Which means…

-I've had…
-[both] You?

-[gagging]
-[Chesney] Urgh…