Rain Dogs (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

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Thing is, bubs, if you
live an interesting life,
people always gonna
be chasin' after you.
Just don't lose your shit, Mommy.
Oy! Language.
Do I look like someone who's
about to lose their shit?
Yeah, you do.
Can you open up, please?
Do they think we're
gangsters or something?
Costello Jones, we know
that you're in there.
Costello Jones, you owe the landlord
2,997 pounds and 98 pence!
Come on, Costello. Don't
make me get the drill out.
Fucking early, aren't we?
Should be illegal to ruin someone's life
before nine a.m. Pricks!
Ugh, Mom, you lost your shit.
All right, she's had her
chance, mate, let's go.
Call Selby.
He's looking after his sick mom.
- Aunty G?
- Oh, she's supposed to be here. Laptop, laptop.
I'll look after your
writing. They can't catch me.
Thank you, bubs.
Right, pass me Barrymore.
What are you listening to?
Good choice.
Relax chaps, you'll be wanking
yourself silly to this later.
Thank you.
Poverty porn at its finest!
Here you are, Mason. Books.
Get yourself an education.
Giving it the biggun now, are you?
Truth is, Selby, we both
know you cried every night.
Well, they locked me in a
cage and they called me savage,
doesn't mean that I have to be one
all the fucking time.
Ah, don't forget, if it weren't for me,
- you'd have no asshole left.
- Hmm
Put the money in my old
lady's account every Friday.
When I'm out, we'll settle the balance.
Don't make me come looking for you.
Goodbye, Mason.
I'd say it's been a pleasure.
But it's been a living hell.
You're the best bum boy
- in the world, Selby!
- Bye then, darling!
Enjoy your incarceration, boys.
- See you later, bub.
- I'm onto better things.
Yeah, fuck off back to Eton.
Service wash, please,
mate. I'll collect tomorrow.
Oy! I told you last time.
This isn't the Big Yellow
Self-Storage Company.
Come on, Shady, look after my stuff.
- Please, please.
- Please.
Tomorrow morning,
- or they go in the bin.
- Thank you. Thank you.
Come on, we're going
to be late for school.
Thanks.
- I thought we had no money.
- Just follow me.
Ah, Cheyne Walk please, driver.
Allegra!
I'm back!
See that house?
Bet that one has a swimming pool.
Oh, and three French bulldogs.
Mm. With a personal puppy trainer.
Yeah.
And a grand piano, you know,
like a a big, white, glorious,
gay one.
You know, like Elton John would play.
- Oh, definitely.
- Can I have piano lessons soon?
I promise you, once we're sorted,
I'll get you some piano lessons.
Are you feeling sick?
I reckon you're gonna vomit.
Oh, darling, are you all right?
Um, excuse me, driver, I'm so sorry,
do you think we can pull over?
I think she's going to be sick.
Oh, sure, yeah, I'll
I'll pull over here.
Ugh, I'm so sorry.
Are you going to be sick?
- All right, get ready to run.
- I got it. I got it.
It's a twatty thing to do.
- Run! I'm not usually a prick.
- Hey! Oy!
What the fuck are you
doing? Get back here!
- I promise. Well, sometimes I am.
- You cheating cow!
Oh, God.
- Right, love you.
- Love you.
- Don't die, I need you.
- You think I'd really die
and leave you all alone in the world?
Never. Never, never.
All right.
- We'll be all right.
- How do you know?
Well, as you know,
I'm very connected to the spirits,
and an old ghost is saying
that at five p.m., we'll
have a safe place to stay.
- All right.
- All right.
We will, though. Love you.
Gloria!
This is Gloria.
I don't listen to
voicemails. Text me, twat.
Silly fucking bitch.
Young lady.
Young lady! What is your name?
- Do you even know?
- Gloria.
- My name's Gloria.
- Gloria?
I know you, Lenny, you old wanker.
You're Costello's friend.
Uh-huh. Fuck.
Oh, my phone! Where am I?
You're in the West End of London.
- Theatreland, W1.
- I'm in so much trouble.
- Can I borrow your coat?
- Yeah.
Come on, let's get you another drink,
before the blues set in.
I missed you, did you miss me?
Yeah.
So, is your mom better now?
Much. Much better.
Oh! I think you, uh, dropped something.
You haven't seen me.
- Thanks.
- Okay.
I better go. Before I'm
mistaken for a nonce.
Ooh, posh crisps.
Who do you think you
are, the fucking Queen?
And ten pounds cashback, please.
All right.
Heard you got kicked out this morning.
Why not try paying your
rent like the rest of us.
Got no shame, you.
Oh, do shut up, Nikki.
Yeah, card declined.
Why don't you just get
yourself a council place?
Oh, yeah, 'cause they're
giving them away, aren't they?
- Well, they are. If you're foreign.
- True.
He knows what I'm talking about.
Her and her kid got
evicted this morning.
Can you try the card again, please?
- All right.
- I feel for you, girl.
I was raised by a single mom myself.
It's tough out there.
Declined.
Two quid, darling.
Oh, darling, can you
check the milks over there?
All right, girl. Um, I can help.
I've got a studio flat
on the Millbank Estate.
I mean, it ain't a palace or nothing.
When's it available?
Now. You know, like, straightaway.
Uh, 11 Carbridge Gardens,
there's no deposit.
What's the rent?
Come and see it. Then we can
talk terms and conditions.
Terms and conditions
Oh, rent, whatever. I keep it caszh.
My treat. Enjoy.
- Hiya.
- Hi.
You take your pussy out and dance
Tuesday and Thursday, and that's it.
I don't want to see up your ass.
Please, Konstantin, I
really need the money.
Last week, you were a no-show.
You left me a girl down, remember?
Lolly, can I take your shift today?
No, sorry. Can't you
work on psychic webcam?
Please, Konstantin. You
know how hard I work.
Listen, don't shit in my mouth
and tell me it's a Big Mac.
Well, well, the bitch is back.
Where are you?
Sucking off old men, are we?
Times must be tough.
God, he's the spit of
our old English professor.
He said he was a six-foot-two
barista from Fitzrovia.
God, I've missed you.
Well, life's shit without me, isn't it?
I mean, things still happen,
they're just not as exciting.
How was it inside?
Hmm. Don't pretend to care.
Cheers.
But, since you asked, exhausting.
Oh, who'd have thought,
three meals a day
and all the cock you can
eat could become tiresome.
- How's the writing going?
- Great. Well, all right.
Good. Just a shame you couldn't write me
a fucking letter, isn't
it? I was only there a year.
Well, consider it punishment
for fucking up my life.
And anyway, you went
fully fucking mental.
You almost beat that bloke to death.
Does that mean we're
not best friends anymore?
Mm.
Suppose you need money.
- Can you lend me some?
- You mean give?
Well, Allegra stopped my
allowance when I was inside,
so until that's reinstated,
I don't have much
Oh, Allegra.
So, we're living back
with Mommy, are we?
What are you, like, five?
Well, at least my mommy
loves me. There you are.
Come on, she tolerates you. Thank you.
Oh, too slow! Go on then, take it.
- Thank you.
- Oh, sorry!
No, no, no. Go on, take it.
I'm serious, I'm serious.
Oh, sorry! Just take it.
- Just fucking take it.
- Come on, stop being an asshole!
Oh, God, and they say
I'm the violent one.
By the way, how are your family?
- Still dead.
- Mm.
They're just still very much
walking around, aren't they?
You know it's customary to
bury the dead, don't you?
Stay away from me and Iris.
Oh, but then everything
would be so dull, darling.
Selby?
Then the bathroom's in here.
Uh, shower and toilet, sink and that.
I haven't got a bath, unfortunately.
Yeah.
So, we could move in today?
Yeah, of course. Of course, yeah.
Yeah, but I I sleep here.
Uh, this is where you and
the little one will live.
It's a cupboard.
Yeah, you can put some fairy lights up
and that makes it proper little cozy.
Last mommy I helped
out stayed two years.
- What's the catch?
- Oh, no.
Listen, girl, I ain't gonna
make you sign no contract.
Rent free. Room's yours if you need it,
just do a bit of cleaning for me.
Okay.
I'll let you know.
- Thanks.
- All right.
- Bye.
- Okay. All right.
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Gloria?
Where the hell is she?
I thought the spirits were
gonna find us a place by five.
Yeah, well, that's the
problem with spirits,
they're as unreliable as the rest of us.
Now, I told you before,
never get between a man
and his mahjong.
You can't stay here.
I'm waiting for my washing.
Unmanned between nine
and six. Ain't safe.
You can get a B&B for,
like, 40 quid, you know.
Yeah, why didn't I think
of that? Come on, bubba.
You can't, it's Aunty G's. Mommy!
Okay. Aunty G won't mind.
Out the way.
Okay.
- You in?
- Yeah.
Come on.
This will be all right for a bit.
- Hmm.
- Aunty G will be back soon.
You got any homework?
- Yeah.
- Let's crack on then.
Mahjong!
Up the stakes?
It hasn't been the
same here without you.
Too fucking right.
I'm tired and a bit
scared. Can you call Selby?
I told you Selby is with his sick mommy.
No. She's better now. He came to school.
He asked me not to tell you.
One number two, two fours, four fives,
- a seven. How much is a nine?
- Fiver.
Another number seven.
I thought you had no money.
I mean, no wonder if you're
spunking it all on scratch cards.
All right, I need 40 quid for a B&B.
What else am I supposed to fucking do?
Thank you, Nikki, that's
really kind, thank you.
No, no, don't fuss. Have
'em. They're disgusting.
We won. A tenner!
- Ooh!
- Ah.
- Ah, ten quid!
- Right.
That means we've got
20 quid, we go again.
Four nines.
One of these babies is
gonna land us in the Ritz.
Sweet dreams, bubba.
- Sorry for, um, calling so late.
- Of course, happy to help.
Just for the one night,
though. Thank you, Brett.
Yeah.
Sure you don't want anything stronger?
Oh, no.
Here, put this on.
Terms and conditions apply.
Just this, nothing else?
Yeah 'course, I'm not a pervert.
You do a good fucking impression of one.
Here, the last mommy here,
she had an eating disorder,
so the nighty might be a bit tight-y.
Hurry up.
Here, come on. I need to see you.
Oh, it's lovely.
Just like one of those wrestlers
from the 90s. I like that a lot.
Oh.
All right, don't worry.
You're not fat or nothing.
You just got a food
bank body, that's all.
What the fuck's that?
You know
lots of carbs.
I prefer kissing over penetration.
W What's wrong with
it? What's wrong with it?
Right, nothing comes for free, babe.
Oh, uh, hi, Selby,
I've somehow found myself
trapped in a pervert's cupboard.
Can you come get us? We're
on the Millbank Estate,
11 Carbridge Gardens. And hurry. Please.
Now that That's
Mahjong, motherfuckers.
You're gonna have to come out some time.
Hello, darling.
He prefers kissing over penetration.
Ooh, does he?
Me, too.
- You entitled little bitch.
- Get Iris.
Hello.
Hello, hello, hello.
C'mon.
The fuck were you thinking?
We had nowhere else to go!
No.
Or you'll end up back in
prison with the butch boys.
Ah.
Enough of this shit show.
Hello, beauty.
Okay, we're off. C'mon.
I need to close your eyes
until you feel the fresh
air on your cheeks, okay?
Yeah.
"Fucking entitled"?
How much do you owe the landlord?
Three grand.
Whoa! Mom, it's empty.
Sort it tomorrow.
Give me your phone, I'm
putting a tracker on it.
Iris, come say goodbye
to Selby, he's leaving.
Love you, Costello.
And I love you too, Selby.
Now fuck off and die.
I can't do that, can I? Okay, bye-bye.
We're family.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I bet that house we saw this morning
- has got a king-size bed.
- And goose down duvets.
- And like 200 Le Creuset pans.
- Yeah.
Oh, wow.
A hundred days.
- Hundred days.
- Does it feel like it?
Yes.
And I'll be your little
reminder every time.
- To not drink
- To not drink wine.
I'm really proud of you, Mommy.
Can you open the door, please?
Costello! Costello Jones.
Look, we know you're in there.
What the fuck are you looking at?