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Come! Come, come,
come, come, come!

OK.

Shh! Shh!

- It's locked.
- Here.

- How are we going to get in?
- Shit.

I've got an idea!

- Watch out.
- Sara, sh!

Here's the key, you idiot.

OK. Let's do this thing.

Sara's kids have these.

Toy smart watches with a
walkie-talkie function.

We can use it to talk on the
day, then get rid of them.

No phone records.

- Yeah!
- Nice work, Evie.

Alright.

Let's run through it
again from the top.

The theme of the
party is 'Carnival'.

We'll have a ringmaster, clowns,

hula hooper, fortune teller

and a former punk band
who now do kids' parties.

Think 'chaos'.

Very loud chaos.

I pretend to be drunk,

drowning my sorrows after my
recent public humiliation...

Let's get wrecked.

Generating more footage
for the rock-bottom portion

of my phoenix-from-the-flames
comeback narrative.

I get Jordan to take Sara
to dry out in the garage

or, as he calls
it, the "man cave".

When Sara is in place, passed
out in view of the CCTV,

I'll use my Russian malware
that I've installed remotely

to create a loop of
the man-cave CCTV.

Prepare for take-off.

I swap myself out
for the mannequin,

hidden the previous
evening by Amy,

and then head upstairs.

Remember you have to
lock the outside door

so no-one comes in by accident.

Rewind.

I set off again

and remember to lock the door.

Sara puts the mannequin in place

and makes her way via
the maid staircase...

Where there is no CCTV.

To the second
floor of the house,

to the master bedroom,

where, thanks to me, she will
find everything she needs

ready to crack the safe
in the walk-in robe.

On the cue of the band playing

Sara will start drilling.

Wait. Why do I have to drill?

Oh, my God.

Ah, you are the least
obvious suspect.

Because you're rich and white

and have no close connections
to anyone in my house.

Yes, no, I mean,
it's your necklace.

Why don't you just leave it
somewhere and I just lift it?

It has to look like a real
robbery, Sara. Obviously.

And Jeannie wants the
necklace locked in the safe

all the time now,
since your party.

Oh, yeah. Keep going.

So while you're upstairs,

the rest of us stay outside
to be caught on camera,

our collective alibi.

Meanwhile, I have an open bar

where there are
many entry points

to the rest of the house,

making narrowing down suspects
much harder for police

down the line.

Sara finishes drilling,

lines up the lock,
opening up the safe,

and takes the necklace.

Then, on the cue of the
band playing Happy Birthday,

Sara will go back downstairs
and replace herself.

Sara takes her position
back on the couch.

The egg is back in the basket.

And I'll turn off the loop

and head on over to Roxanne's.

While I check in on Sara.

Do you have it?

Sara gives me the necklace and
I tuck it into my trousers.

Birdie makes a sound
complaint at the front door.

I'm here to make
a noise complaint.

I insist you come in

for a cup of tea and a
biscuit in the kitchen.

I put my bag down,
ready for the handover.

Birdie leaves.

Birthday burglary complete!

The end!

We still have to pack
up, cover our tracks.

Yes, now, what
will bring us down

is what we do afterwards.

Nobody can spend
the money quickly.

That is how people get caught.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Birdie.

But we'll have
done the hard part.

We'll have our $10 million!

No, we'll have a very
hot, extremely expensive,

one-of-a-kind necklace
and a new problem.

What's that?

- Who's going to sell it.
- Exactly.

Who's our fence?

What the fuck's a fence?

We need a serious criminal,

someone with the
right connections

to get us our $10
million plus commission.

That is important.

I can't have my share
going below $2 million,

otherwise what the fuck
am I doing this for?

You know, Harry the
Hammer owes me a favour.

What? Are you joking?

Didn't he despatch his
enemies with a claw hammer?

Oh, darling, that was years ago.

He's like a pussycat now.

Oh, OK, I think
we can all agree,

no-one with a history
of whacking people.

Yeah.

We need someone we
know we can trust.

To bring into the
circle of trust.

We must know someone like that.

Sure, we know so many
people like that.

Let me put the word out
through the nanny circle.

Maybe Jordan would
know somebody.

Back off, Sara. Jordan's
a white-collar criminal,

not some lowlife.

If we haven't got a fence

willing to take it off our
hands for cash money up front

then there's no point
in doing any of this.

Guess I have to start
looking for another job.

What? Why would you do that?

For money?

You've still got
Nick's bribe money.

That'll see you through.

But when that runs out

I need to keep
sending money home.

By then we'll have
done the heist.

Birdie just said we can't
spend that money fast.

Oh, that doesn't apply to me.

- And why not?
- Because I'm rich, Evie.

No-one knows where
I get my money from.

- Whoo!
- Boom!

Whoo! Still got it.

You still got it, Amy.

Hey, what's up?

You realise

as soon as the cops are
looking at a robbery here

you'll be found out
as an overstayer?

They'll put you in
a detention centre,

maybe for a while.

I know.

But after all these
years of being scared,

waiting to get caught,

the Good Lord has
decided to send me home.

I'm actually going home.

God, I am so sorry
I didn't do more.

You know, I didn't know what my
life would be like without you

and I didn't want to find out.

It's alright. We
had a good run, huh?

You were an OK boss.

Better than those arseholes

that we worked for in
the beginning, remember?

Oh, my God.

You know, I would look after
you forever if I could.

This is better.

It's not you looking after me,

it's us doing
something together.

It'll be fun, crazy,
our last romp!

So find someone to
sell that necklace.

- OK?
- OK.

OK.

This next one's new.

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

You see? That's wonderful.

Oh! Rae!

It's so good to see you.

It's been ages.

Oh, darling, I've
been in the Riviera

and let me tell you,

there are no clinics in
Europe as good as yours.

Ohhh.

Anyway, I've been
meaning to call.

I'm actually having another one

of my little trunk
sales tonight.

Do you want to come
over for a private show?

- I would love that!
- Brilliant!

Now, um, how are
you doing, love?

I... I heard about
Jordan's arrest.

You know, I've been
through it all with Robert.

You have just got
to keep your cool.

Thanks, Rae.

It's been tough but I'm
coming out swinging.

Well, of course
you have, darling.

You're a tough broad, like me.

But if there's
anything that I can do,

you just pick up the
dog and bone, alright?

There is something I'd
love to run by you.

Come through. We'll have a
chat before your treatment.

OK.

Oh.

Did I do good or what?

You hit the jackpot, sis.

Sorry. English.

Rae is perfect.

Her husband is an
accountant for the mob

but he's not a heavyweight
and she is connected.

But no danger of
any smashy-smashy.

Well, I trust Rae

because I've been
buying handbags

that fell off the back of
a truck from her for years

and in all that
time, not one fake.

And all the girls who
work for Rae love her.

No-one has a bad word
to say about her.

And that really means something.

OK, girls!

Hello, Rae!

This is a bit of fun, isn't it?

As I always say, nothing
brings people together

like a little
criminal conspiracy.

Right, now, who wants
to pour the champagne

while you fill me in
on the finer points

of this daring escapade?

Thank you, Evie.

So, we have a $16 million
necklace that's in a safe...

Owned by a witch,

that's just begging
to be liberated.

How very Wizard of Oz! Do go on.

Ah, there!

Not too bad.

Very good.

Hope Garth doesn't notice.

He's never in here.

Neither are you.

How's Melanie?

She's good.

I've decided to do an
article about you and Melanie

for my website.

Sara, no.

"Love Your Nanny" was the
start of all of my problems.

What... What do you mean?

My husband saw your posts.

Made him think that I was
hiding things from him.

I was.

What were you hiding?

It's hard.

Complicated.

I'm going to do
something to fix it.

We're about to do a heist

because you can't
afford to even pay me.

Oh, yeah.

But Sara to the rescue?

You're always like, "I
got this, I got this."

Sara. You don't got this.

Oh, my God!

Am I the worst?

Yes. You are.

Mum's getting on
well with the kids.

Mm. So touching.

Roxanne.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say
Mum can live with you

if I get put away.

Are you joking?!

It's not unreasonable to
want my mum looked after.

It is totally unreasonable
to ask me to look after her.

She hates me.

Look at it like this.

You want to keep a
hold of that necklace?

Looking after Mum
is your best option.

She goes, it goes.

Just saying.

You know what?

We're having this party
tomorrow for the boys

but after that it is over.

I want a divorce.

- Rox!
- No!

I want a man that fights for me.

I need an equal
to walk beside me,

not someone who drags me down.

Sara, we need to talk.

Yeah, I know, but do
we have to do it now?

- Are you leaving me?
- What? No!

Why would you say that?

Tonight I went to pay for
dinner for our children

and, ah, my card was declined,
all my cards were declined,

and then I checked our
joint bank account.

It's empty.

Shit. That wasn't
supposed to happen.

This is some kind
of tactic, isn't it?

You've hired some
shark divorce lawyer

'cause you want me to
know how trapped I am,

as if I didn't know already.

No, that is absolutely
not what is happening.

Don't you dare leave me for
that fucking wanker Nick.

What? Ugh! No, of course not.

Don't say it like
it's ridiculous.

I know you fucked him.

Everyone on the internet
knows you fucked him.

I fucked him!

And it was a mistake.

I'm so sorry, Garth.

So where's the money, Sara?

What?

Well, if this isn't a tactic,
then it's something else.

What is it?

It's a situation, an event,

a series of events
creating a situation.

- Sara, are you broke?
- No!

No! No. It's a
cash-flow problem.

Cash flow.

You blew through your entire
inheritance, didn't you?

You spent it all on
that stupid website.

This whole time,
you've been telling me

that I'm the colossal
fuck-up and failure

and you blew all that money!

Hail Mary full of Grace,
the Lord is with you.

Pray for us sinners

now and at the
hour of our deaths.

Amen.

Sorry for missing
my prayers lately.

I've been busy. There's a
lot going on in my life.

I just want to warn you

that there will be some things
happening over the next few days

that you might not approve of.

And, Virgin Mary, I don't want you
to think that I wasn't telling you,

because I'm being truthful,
with all my heart.

I don't need to
tell you the details

because you probably
don't need me to.

I know you see everything.

But what I really want to say is

the things that might happen

are happening for
the right reasons.

I promise, Mama Mary.

I really, really,
really believe they are.

Please watch over my daughter
Melanie and keep her safe.

Thank you.

It's too much, Birdie.

Nonsense, darling, it's
a freebie from Roxanne.

Today is the last day
before the voucher expires.

Why don't you use it?

I told you, I've got a
mountain of paperwork.

Besides, it's like Oprah says,

this is your chance
to practise receiving.

Come on. Go on. You have
a great day at the spa.

Off you go. Come back
sparkling like a diamond!

- Thank you!
- Bye, darling.

Bye.

Oh, that's pretty, isn't it?

- Fellas, did you hear that?
- Hi.

How are my boys?

- Fantastic.
- Excited.

You're going to have the
best day ever, my boys.

The very best.

Come on! Let's have a
go at the photo booth.

Ah-ha!

Kids, why aren't
you ready to go?

Mum's being weird again.

Have you been taking drugs?

Evie!

You know what your problem is?

You worry too much.

I got this.

Argh. That was nice.

- Hello.
- Hi!

Welcome! Welcome.

A present.

I'll put it with
the other presents.

Power Ranger goes off. Go!

Ah, I'll take Ollie to
look at the animals.

Roger.

Hello.

Look at all the mummies.

Hi, Sara.

Fuck.

What are you doing here?

Slow your roll. I was invited.

Oh, sure, you were invited

to a six-year-old's
birthday party.

I'm calling security.

Roxanne!

Jordan invited me. We hit
it off at the art show.

He has great taste and wants
to buy some of my work.

Sorry, ladies, I
slept with her once

and now she won't
leave me alone.

He's obsessed with me!

You are literally
the first person

to watch all of my
Instagram stories.

That is a fucking fabrication.

Just leave, please,
Nick. My kids are here.

I don't think so.

Garth! It's not
what it looks like.

Garth.

Everyone sees through
you eventually, Sara.

So fucking tragic.

Isn't it time for
you to have a drink?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Sara, are you alright?

Yes, yes, yes. Mocktail.

She's good.

Whoo!

Breakdance!

Time to send in Jordan, I guess?

Let's do this thing!

Have a drink with me.

I don't know how
well you know my wife

but she's literally
going to kill you

if you ruin her party.

We're the same, you and I.

We're no good.

We're both fuck-ups, Jordan.

All that money fucks you up.

He's gonna divorce me.

Garth.

You never could
handle your booze.

Come on.

Down we go.

I'm sorry, Garth.

I love you.

Say what you like about her,

she's one hell of an actress.

- I'm back!
- Huh?

- You're back?
- Mm-nm.

So soon?

One of the most important things

about being connected to
the flow of the universe

is knowing when something
is truly meant for you.

The day at the spa was
a gift from Roxanne

for you, Birdie.

I feel like it was
meant for you, though.

No, no, no.

I talked to the
girls at the clinic

and they said, "Don't worry
about the expiry date."

"Come in any time you like."

That's so sweet. You
really shouldn't have.

But I must.

And so it is.

Ooh, let's go check
out Roxanne's party.

It sounds mega wild.

Oh, it's a children's
party, isn't it?

- Mm-hm.
- No, I can't stand children.

Walking germ factories.

- Really?
- Mm.

- I might pop over.
- Hey!

How's that Aussie
bloke of yours going?

Any more cryptic messages?

- Ooh, he just texted.
- Wow.

- All emojis.
- Hit me with it.

OK.

The eagle has landed.

- Eagles?
- No, it was a beagle.

- It ran across the grass.
- Oh, a beagle.

Fuck!

Oh, far out!

Sara, everything OK?

Sara, do you copy?

What the fuck?

Oi, oi. The cameras.

What should we do?

I'll check in on her.

How do I get there without
getting caught on camera?

- The man cave?
- No.

If you go in there you'll
disappear from the CCTV

and they'll know
it's on the looper.

What about cutting
through the backyard?

There's cameras there
too. We'll ask Birdie.

Birdie, do you read me?

What was that?

Oh. Just a reminder
I made for myself

to do some reading.

You ARE good with technology.

Ah, yes.

It's a message from Birdie.

"Can't talk now, Gigi is here."

Oh, bloody hell, Birdie.
I can't reply to this!

It will leave a record.

Gigi is supposed to
be at the clinic.

I'll message her
through the watch.

Send text to Birdie.

Is that a smart watch?

How long have you had that?

Oh, just got it. I'm going to
have to send it back, though,

because the text
is so damn small.

What are you up to over there?

Oh. Just some boring,
fiddly accounting.

How's your text going?

Oh, I think I'm getting there.

I'll ask him how his weekend
is. It's only common courtesy.

Birdie says, "All
clear. Go ahead."

Wait, what does that mean?

- Just go from here.
- Yeah, OK, OK.

Get out of my way.

Psst. Fancy a line?

Yeah. No, no, no. This way.

Wait!

Stop! Stop!

Huh, look at Sara. Never
could handle her booze.

That's what I said.

- Ta-da!
- Ah-ha.

Hoo! I haven't done
drugs in years.

Roxanne wouldn't allow it.
She's too classy for drugs.

I gave up everything
good for her.

- Why?
- Exactly. Forget about her.

Have you been married the whole
time Tinder's been around?

Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.

You've got no idea what
it's like out there, man.

Hoo-hoo!

Get high and slay, brother.

Ooh!

You got any more of this?

Yeah.

Sara. SARA!

Hey! Pss! Stop!

Sara! Stop! Hey!

Oh, Evie! Thank God you're here.

This is so much harder than F45.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

We can fix it. We
still have time.

Oh, no, we can't fix it, can we?

I'm sorry, Evie. I fucked up.

I had a drink and then that
combined with the Xanax and...

I mess everything up.

My whole life is in the
crapper and, oh, my God,

I've become someone who
uses words like 'crapper'.

What is even going on?

Hey! Snap out of it.

We haven't got time for
this, OK? Give me the gloves.

Give me the gloves.

Hurry!

Lock the door, OK?

Don't let anyone
in, no matter what.

And do you have some of
those other pills in here?

The ones that make you go up?

- Yeah.
- OK, take them.

And drink some water.

Sober up.

Can you do that?

OK. OK.

Do not let anyone in, OK?

- OK.
- OK. OK. Go.

OK.

God help me. Please
don't abandon me.

Sara, there's something
I need to say.

There have been
times in our marriage

when I felt like
something was missing.

I couldn't put my finger
on exactly what it was.

So to find out that maybe

you're not everything
you appear to be

it really took me by surprise.

And Nick! Oh!

That was a shock.

I know you must've been
all sorts of fucked up

to have made a mistake
that stupid so...

The point is all of
this has made me realise

what's important to me and
that is... I love you, Sara.

I love you... money, no money,

fat, bald, driving a bus,

getting drunk and making
a spectacle of yourself,

I don't care.

I mean, of course I care in
terms of your own well-being

but those superficial things,
they're not important to me.

They never were.

Sara?

Sara!

What in the living fuck?

Go away.

Everything's...
totally normal in here.

- Sara?
- Garth?

What's going on? Open the door.

I can't do that. I'm sorry.

What's that noise?

Oh, um, I sort of had
a lovely, relaxing spa

and I accidentally
clogged the drain

with, ah, bath salts and...
God, made a bit of a mess.

It's really.. It's
terrible, actually.

OK. Well, open the door and
I'll help you clean it up.

- You'd do that for me?
- Of course I would.

That's the deal, right?
We're in it together.

Now, open up.

I really, really
want to but I can't.

It's not bath salts, is it?

No.

I'm sorry that I didn't
tell you about being broke.

Why didn't you?

Because I know that's always
been what I have to offer.

Do you think I'm with
you only for your money?

It's a fact, Garth. You
love spending my money.

Sara, whatever it is
you think you're hiding

I'm pretty sure I know already.

Except the money.
And fuck the money!

It was your money. I'm sorry
that I acted like it was mine.

Evie, stop drilling!

How can you forgive
me so easily?

You know sometimes

when I say I'm going away
on a business trip...

Yeah.

Well, I just go and stay
at a hotel in the city.

- Is that a sex thing?
- No!

I just, you know,
order room service

and watch TV.

You know the other week when
I said I was in Melbourne?

Yes?

- I was just staying in the CBD.
- Oh.

Oh, Garth.

We deserve each other.

Where are we at, girls?

I'm almost there.
Got one more left.

Let's do Happy Birthday.

You have exactly
two minutes, Evie.

I'm doing my best, OK?

Smiley face emoji
instead of the heart

so I'm not coming
across too eager.

Ah, "Keen to start
that apprenticeship,"

because that's what we talked
about when we first met.

And then, "Let me know
when you have time for..."

I'm just going to
make a complaint.

- About what?
- The band.

It is so loud I can't
hear myself think.

- It's fine!
- No, I'm going.

It's for the good of the
neighbourhood, not just for us.

You're in a very
weird energy today.

That text is perfect. Send it.

You wait here for his reply.

OK.

Oh, fuck!

Engaged.

No, no, no, no. Up that way.

Up, up, up, up.

Let me do that.

What are you lot up to?

I'm onto you!

You'll have a great
view here, Mum.

Wait!

No, wait!

Don't leave me here!

I'm here to make
a noise complaint.

You're too early!
It's all messed up.

- Hey, you!
- Lady. Lady!

Help me. I'm stranded.

- Just stay calm.
- Elder abuse!

Check in with Sara.

Don't worry about Sara.

Evie's up there drilling.

Shouldn't we be worried
about the cameras?

Don't worry about the cameras.
I took care of all the cameras.

- Evie?
- Ai!

Evie?

- What's going on?
- I'm almost there.

Have them play it again.

- Hmm?
- Twice, for twins.

You want to do something
for me, Jordan, do it now.

Are you on drugs?

No.

Ha, ha-ha!

Twice for twins!

Sing along with me! Come on!

Hello, stranger.

Hey! Thanks for texting.

- Are you at home?
- Yes.

Well, I'm nearby.

How about I pick you up and
take you out for a meal?

I thought you'd never ask. When?

Five minutes?

See you soon.

Help! Please, please, people.

Evie?

Evie!

We have to pull the plug!
I'll give you the combination.

No, that will totally
give the game away.

This is it! We
can't keep this up.

The combination
is 10, 20, 30, 40.

Oh, you're joking. That
sounds like a dummy code.

We can't do that.

Use it or walk, Evie.
That's the combination.

OK. OK.

30.

40.

I feel closer to you
than I have in years.

I can't wait to
be alone with you!

I know! This is so
weird. It's great.

Who are you talking to?

Garth.

Oh, my God, Evie, you did it.

Oh, my God.

Wait, Evie's in there with you?

I can't let you in.

Oh, fuck a duck!

Hello! Gigi!

- Oh, hi, Jeannie.
- I'm locked out.

- Yes, the party's really great!
- No, no, no, no, Gigi.

- Yeah.
- Help!

- Oh.
- Ooh.

What are you doing here?

The text worked.

Dean's picking me up out front.

- From here?
- Mm-hm.

- Why?
- Don't worry about it.

Oh, I'm not worried.

It's really... Whoo!

Thank you.

OK.

Oh, my...

Amy, Garth is outside the door.

I can't walk the necklace out.

I'm up here on the balcony.

Ready?

OK, go, go.

Evie.

Was that the necklace?

Why did you do that?

Garth is outside!

Oh, no, Evie. Garth
doesn't matter.

What the f...?

Yee-ha!

Pool party! Last one
in's a rotten egg!

Yee-ha!

- Yoo-hoo!
- Come on! Come in!

These parties are the best!

What's going on? Can you
explain it all to me?

I think this one's
beyond me, darling.

Thank you.

Oh, that's him.

- Gotta go.
- OK.

Pity. This was just
getting mega wild.

What the hell is going on?

I'll tell you later.

I'll tell you everything.
No more secrets.

Dear Lord...

Geez, this is heavy!

I've not had a red frog
in bloody 30 years.

Oh, shit.

- Red frog! Red frog.
- Red frog!

- Red frog.
- Red frog.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

We just came to get...
Ah, there they are.

Oh.

There. See?

Excuse me.

Mrs Beasley. Ma'am.

OK.

I don't do that shit.

Lady! Lady!

Please. Out here.

I need my shoes and
a change of clothes.

No, wait! Don't touch anything.

You're not supposed
to be here at all!

Oh. Nice work, Evie.

- I didn't finish it.
- What do you mean?

Where have you been?

She used the
combination to open it!

What? You can't do that!

Quick!

- Nearly done.
- Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

What is wrong with you?

I am trying to cover our tracks.

Oh, my God, you
screwed everything up!

Oh, my... Oh, oh,
we have to go! Now!

Come on. Come on!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

Hey, babe. Are you good?

Very good.

Let's get out of here.

Buckle up.

Fire! Help!

- Garth!
- I'm here! I'm here!

- Where are the children?
- Ah, here.

I'm onto you, trollop!

Witch!

Roxanne, wait! It's
too dangerous to go up!

- Who wants to count the firies?
- Me!

OK, let's clap first. Clap.

Yay!

Fuck!

The fire's out.

And no-one is going anywhere
until the police get here.

We've been robbed!

Who'd be stupid enough to
steal from Roxanne Waters?

Come on. We have to meet Rae.

We have to get the
mannequin out first.

- How?
- I'll do it.

Go. Go, go, go. Go. Go!

I was helping.

Jordan! Search everyone.

Start with her.

Just try me, bitch!

English.

No-one leaves
without a bag check.

Search yourself, Jordie.

Might find my missing nest egg.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Empty your bag. Turn
your pockets out.

- Turn your pockets out, mate.
- Oh, thank God.

- Fuck!
- We've been robbed.

My necklace has been stolen.
It's worth $16 million.

That guy looks very guilty.
I don't even know who he is!

Fuck! What the fuck?

I love you so...

Hey, hey! Privacy, please.

Somebody let me out!

Hello? Oh, oh, you, you. Hello?

Hello?

Hello, ladies. How'd you go?

Wow.

You pulled it off!
I'm impressed.

So how was it?

- Eventful.
- Smooth.

Well, they say the first
job's always the hardest.

Oh, my God. That is
bloody beautiful.

- Do you have the money?
- Do I have the money?!

What do I look like? A crook?

In a Dolce &
Gabbana kind of way.

You know what else
is beautiful, ladies?

10... million...
dollars in cash.

Oh, and the bags are a bonus.

Just a... little thank
you for bringing it to me.

Great!

Thank you, Rae.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

- Adios.
- Thanks for the bags, Rae.

We did it!

- We actually fucking did it!
- Oh, my God!

Oh, no!

Rae stiffed us?

Didn't see that coming.

Fuck.

I'm gonna get that bitch!