Shameless US s07e12 Episode Script

1 Oh, fuck me.
You missed it, didn't you? This is what happened.
Get your shit together, will ya? I own two commercial properties.
I would like to get this one off my hands.
Can you do $350,000? I could probably get a loan for that much.
- Good.
- But the building's not worth more than $250,000.
(ROCK MUSIC) The adoption papers thing, pretty tricky stuff.
You didn't know the difference between adoption forms and sales documents.
Wordy stuff confuses me, and it's not the same.
And taking our bar is way worse than being stupid, it's cunty.
I hate AA, I think it's fucking stupid, but I went.
You really want to stop drinking? - I mean, do you really want to? - Yes.
I hope I see you at the next meeting.
I'm getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.
You should come.
Come with you to Mexico? Fuck you, Gallagher.
Monica? Come on.
Come on, open your eyes.
Don't leave me, Monica! Think of all the luck you got Know that it's not for naught You were beaming once before But it's not like that anymore What is this downside That you speak of? What is this feeling You're so sure of? Round up the friends you got Know that they're not for naught You were willing once before But it's not like that anymore What is this downside That you speak of? What is this feeling You're so sure of? (RHYTHMIC MUSIC) This is my home, it's where I reside Though I rarely sleep at night It's where I belong, I feel it inside Coldest place for me to hide Go! Move it, move it, move it! Go! Come on, now, move it, girls! Move your asses! Oh, you are pitiful! Move it! Look at you! I've never seen a more pitiful group of would-be soldiers in my life! Move it! Up and over! Cut through! Hop to it! Get your asses in the dirt, you maggot! - Let's move it! - (WHISTLE BLOWS) Let's go, move it! Move it! Gallagher! - Get your ass over here, cadet! - Sir, yes, sir! Chaplain wants to see you.
Sir? Shit if I know, son.
Move it.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - Jesus, Jackson, get your lazy ass moving under that goddamn wire! It's okay-ay (INDISTINCT PA CHATTER) You reach Ian? I texted him.
Carl? Called the school, said they're gonna try to get him on a train tonight.
(SIGHS) (LIP) She look dead to you? Uh, I only saw her for a second when they were putting her in the ambulance.
She shit herself? People shit themselves when they die.
That's why they put diapers on psycho killers before they give 'em the lethal injection.
I touched her when they put her in the ambulance.
She was still warm.
Could have still been dead.
Body only loses a couple degrees of heat an hour after you kick it.
Really? Lots of things in the body are still alive.
Hair, the skin, the nails, all the bacteria in your guts.
And you don't start to swell up for at least a couple of days, and then your eyes pop out, skin falls off, then you explode.
Kev.
What? Gallagher? (SIGHS) Yeah.
Dr.
Caughey.
Monica your mother? Yeah.
Um, Fiona.
- Philip and Debbie.
- Hi.
Your mother came in unresponsive.
We made every attempt to revive her but we were unsuccessful.
So she's dead? Yes.
Drug overdose? No, uh, she died from a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
A blood vessel in her brain burst.
Would you like to see her? I would.
Okay, sure.
Give us a few minutes and we'll bring you back.
Where's Frank? Outside still, I think.
I'll go get him.
No, I-I'll do it.
(SIREN BLARING IN THE DISTANCE) Jesus, it's freezing out here.
She died, Frank.
They said that we can go in and see her, say good-bye.
They're gonna send someone to talk to us about what we want to do with her body.
Did Monica ever talk about what she might want? Come on.
Let's go say good-bye.
Frank.
(RHYTHMIC MUSIC) (DEBBIE) All right, I'm taking Franny up to bed.
(LIP) Yeah, sounds good.
(FIONA) I'm gonna make coffee.
(LIP) Uh, thanks, Fi.
Hey, look who the cat dragged in.
The fuck you been? Um, work.
Thanks.
There's leftover chicken.
(DEBBIE) Franny's sleeping.
Think we should call Bill? (SNIFFS) We even have his number? Who's Bill? Your Granddad.
I have a granddad named Bill? You have an asshole named Bill who was Monica's father.
Where's he live? - (LIP) Iowa? - (FIONA) Indiana.
When's the last time you saw him? Like, never.
Fuck him.
It's not like he ever wanted anything to do with us.
What's that? Emergency Room bill.
(KEVIN) They charge you even if you die? Wow.
Think any of this is real? Anything worth more than a nickel she would have pawned years ago.
(VERONICA) All that's Monica's stuff? (LIP) Yeah.
(DEBBIE) Oh, my God.
Fuck.
(VERONICA) Wow.
(LIP) Oh.
Jesus.
(SNIFFS) Hey, Debs.
Tic Tac? (DEBBIE) Eww.
(LIP) What is What the fuck is this? (METALLIC CLANGING) What's the tag say? "36 and Racine.
" And then "33 7," or maybe it's a "1-2-8-8-4.
" Monica had an apartment? Not a chance.
Probably some dump she was evicted from years ago.
Anybody got a rock and a lighter? (ETHEREAL MUSIC) They share things for me They had me down so long To try and prove you wrong It's dangerous for us Looking nosey neighbor It's daggers For us now It's daggers For us now It is daggers for us Looking for a neighbor now (MUSIC FADES OUT) (FIONA) (GROANS) Fuck, Frank.
(SIGHS) (SIGHS) (HIP-HOP MUSIC) We got the Refugees All-stars Rub-a-dubbing in the club Wyclef Jean John Forte Praswell Nah, mean streets are getting a little crazy Looky look-a look-a look-a look-a look-a here Look-a shorty got back Should I ask her for a dance? Hold on, there's too many in the wolf pack And besides Dirty Cash talkin' at her Buying her fake furs and taking her to The Fever Why? Stayin' alive Refugee Allstars Can't stop the shining Can't stop the shining Can't stop the shining Can't stop the shining You wanna stop the shining? You smell bacon? You wanna stop the shining? Hey, Carl.
(LAUGHING) Oh, my God.
Hi! (LAUGHS) Wow! Holy shit, it's Lieutenant Dan! (LAUGHING) Come here, man.
Oh, I gotta salute you now or something? (BOTH GROAN) Where did you get all this stuff? I stopped by the Aldi on the way from the train station.
Well, why didn't you just call me? I could have picked you up.
(CARL) You have a car? (FIONA) Mm-hmm.
She's a rich lady now.
Look at those stripes and ribbons! (GROANS) You're a general now? Hey, Cadet Corporal, get to kick some lazy freshman ass.
Everybody, is scrambled all right? - (FIONA) Yeah.
- (VERONICA) Just the neighbors, bringing 10,000-calorie sugar bombs.
- (FIONA) Nice.
- Yo, Carl! (LAUGHS) Look at you! The ghetto ninja warrior! Should I be afraid, your hands licensed to kill now? What's up? Carl! Hey, you're home.
- Hey.
- Neil, Carl's back.
Anybody up for going to the mortuary with me later, figure out what to do with Monica? We can't just leave her there? Uh, called in sick the last couple of days.
I gotta work.
Yeah, I got something I have to do this morning, then I got my shift over at Patsy's.
- (CARL) Hey, I'll go.
- (FIONA) Really? Yeah, sure.
I can come.
With the Alibi gone, I've got nothing but time.
(CARL) What happened to the Alibi? (FIONA) Svetlana stole it from them.
How do you steal a bar? Russian KGB sneaky Putin shit.
I'm working at the Fairy Tail now.
You are? I'm making "beau-coo" tips.
Ancient queens love the impossible-to-get thing.
Even more Benjamins to be had if I let the old dudes give me hand jobs.
Not gonna happen.
(GROANS) Little help here.
I mean, a hand's a hand, right? That's what I said! Uh, I don't know.
I prefer the hands yanking my Johnson to be soft, petite, and wearing nail polish.
Oh, there's plenty of that over at the Fairy Tail.
Why don't I just pick him up and you pull out his thing? Feel good to piss standing up again won't it, big man? (NEIL) I guess.
(KEVIN) (GRUNTING) Oh.
(GROANS) I gotta go to Patsy's this morning, so early afternoon for the mortuary? Absolutely.
Good to have you home.
So, if I want to let a dude jerk me off, how much could I make? (HOLIDAY MUSIC) (SIERRA) Have a nice day.
- Morning, boss.
- Morning.
(PHONE LINE TRILLING) (MAN) Darrgen Sheet Metal.
Hi, can I speak to Bill Darrgen please? Who's calling? Fiona Gallagher.
Um, he's not here.
Can I leave a message? Yeah, sure.
Tell him Monica died.
Monica who? His daughter, Monica.
(ROCK MUSIC) Is Brad around? (DRILL WHIRRING) Thanks.
Nice bike.
Uh, '78 Shovelhead.
You like bikes? I don't really know much about 'em.
I woke up this morning feeling like I really needed a drink.
Yeah? Why's that? My mom died last night.
This is strange, you know? She was a junkie and a drunk.
Think the last thing I wanted was a drink.
You good with your hands? Yeah, I've been working on that knitting like you suggested.
I got that slip stitch down, but that purl shit, it's giving me some trouble.
Tell you what, help me put this wheel on this bike, hit up the IHOP.
I'll buy you a pile of pancakes.
(DRILL WHIRRING) Uh, give me a sec.
(DRILL WHIRRING) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) There's a guy here, says you were supposed to meet him this morning but didn't show? You forget me? Sorry, I had a-a family thing come up.
So you're still interested, that wasn't just your unsubtle way of telling me you never want to see me again? N-no, I'm-I'm still interested.
(CHUCKLES) Do you want some coffee? - Yeah, yeah, coffee'd be great.
- Okay.
I was thinking we should just use lawyers, save us the real estate commission.
Yeah, sounds smart.
Okay, good.
Well, I got a guy, unless you have a lawyer that you like to use.
No, no, your your guy'll be fine.
So, I made some copies of the inspection that I had done last spring.
It's you know, it's mechanical.
Lead paint disclosure there is some, but the roof has seven years left.
Sewer line video came back fine.
So, I mean, the building is a real fixer-upper, but it's got good bones, so Uh, I gotta go back to work.
You want to try and meet up, like, 4:30, or something? Sure.
Okay.
Uh, well, thank you for the coffee, and I'll leave you with this.
Okay.
(THUNDER RUMBLES ON TV) (SIGHS) (GROANS) We're out of beer.
(THUNDER RUMBLES ON TV) Monica's dead.
I know, we were there.
(JOKER) What's the matter, Batman? No witty comeback? No threat? Then I'll provide the narration.
(THUNDER RUMBLES ON TV) (GROANS) (THUNDER RUMBLES ON TV) What's with the outfit? School.
(JOKER) I'll begin with how I peeled back the layers of the boy's mind.
Oh, he bravely tried to fight it at first.
Is that Monica's stuff? Yeah.
You're going through her stuff? (JOKER) You would've been proud to see him so strong.
But all too soon, the serums and the shocks took their toll.
What the hell is this? Some key to an old apartment.
36 and Racine.
(THUNDER RUMBLES ON TV) (GROANS) (PROJECTOR WHIRRING ON TV) That's that storage place.
36th and Racine.
The shitty one that they stuck in the old Buick dealership.
Monica had a storage unit? (UPBEAT SYNTH MUSIC) This is it.
Why don't we just use the front door, Frank? Too many cameras out there.
There's only one camera over the gate here.
The 2884 on the key must be the code to open the gate.
What the hell is going on, Frank? Your mother told me she had something valuable for you kids but that it might be dangerous to try to retrieve it.
Well, how dangerous? Hard to say.
On a scale of one to ten? Said the DEA could be involved.
The Drug Enforcement Agency? Come on.
(WHISPERING) Oh, fuck.
- Debs, how old are you? - 16.
Too risky, the Feds could prosecute you as an adult.
Carl? Really? You seem younger.
Liam, you know your numbers? You're gonna send Liam? Oh, he won't do serious time if shit goes down.
Come here.
Looky here.
You see that little black box? It's got numbers on it, just like on a telephone.
Go punch in 2884.
What're you looking at them for? Go.
- It's okay.
- Go, go, go.
Fuck.
There's got to be something that you can do.
You can't just let her win.
Kev went to go see that lawyer you used about suing, but he said it'll take years.
The Alibi is yours, not Svetlana's.
It's not right.
Where's Carl? Wasn't he coming? Yeah, I texted him the address.
Isn't she here illegally? You were never legally married to the bitch, right? She was already married to her dad.
Yvon.
Wasn't really her dad.
So? Call Immigration on her commie ass.
They'll ship her back to Mongolia or wherever.
Miss Gallagher? Constance Grace.
I am so sorry for your tragic loss.
W it's not that tragic.
Why don't we sit and talk? Can I offer you both some herbal tea? (SNICKERS) (BLUESY ROCK MUSIC) Take that shot a whiskey Metal file at the hip You know why You know why (WHISPERING) Get back.
It may be booby-trapped.
Ain't a time for macho men Look me dead in the eye Introduce you to my old friend There ain't no reason to be shy (DEBBIE) Jesus, was she living here? If she was, she was living here with a dude.
I met their match Six trance he's heavy as lead To hear just what it's pointed at You know why You know why You know why (FRANK) Holy shit.
What? Your inheritance.
Have you had a chance to consider what sort of arrangements you'd like to make for your loved one? Yeah, how do we get her into the ground as soon as possible? Ah.
Are you Jewish? - No.
- Muslim? - No.
- Catholic? Not recently.
We offer memorial packages for families of all faiths.
Unless you offer something for narcissistic hedonists, let's focus on fast and cheap.
This is our most popular affordable package, the "Dearly Beloved.
" It's all inclusive.
Preparation of the body, classic series casket, viewing, gravesite preparation, burial, and a lovely engraved granite headstone.
How much? $7,600.
What else you got? The "Everlasting Love.
" Preparation of the body, no viewing, wooden casket, engraved granite plaque, gravesite preparation, and burial.
- How much? - $4,600.
Cheaper.
The "Eternal Peace.
" Preparation of the body, cremation, and a decorative urn for your loved one's ashes.
- And? - $2,500.
(SCOFFS) What can I give me for $500 or less? A cardboard refrigerator box and a gallon of gasoline in our parking lot out back.
I'll take that one.
No love lost, huh? It was an eventful childhood.
Okay, Connie.
Connie, no bullshit.
Hmm.
What's the cheapest way I can get this woman into the ground? (INHALES) No embalming, we keep her in the fridge until we can cremate her and give you back the ashes in what is essentially an old coffee can.
$750.
(SIGHS) Hey.
How you doing? I'm just getting caught up.
I got a little backed-up after the lunch rush.
No, your mom.
Yeah.
I'm fine.
Thanks.
You want to talk or anything after work? I could stick around for a little bit.
No, I-I should probably just go home.
Okay.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT TV CHATTER) (TREVOR) No, no, I appreciate that, Dee, but rescinding her probation and sending her back to juvie isn't in anyone's best interest.
No, um, I have a bed for her and I'll make sure she's in it for curfew.
Okay.
Thanks, Dee.
You're a saint.
Doing God's work? What passes for it with a sexually abused trans-gender teen from Iowa.
My mom died.
Shit.
How? Brain hemorrhage.
Last night.
(SNIFFS) I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I've been texting you the past couple of days.
Where have you been? I was with Mickey.
You want to grab a drink later, maybe get some food? I can't.
I have a date.
One of my kids got caught stealing a frozen burrito and a six pack of Red Bulls at the Osco.
It's quite the diet for a 15-year-old.
Hey Trevor? I'm sorry.
Let me know when your mom's service is, okay? She was fucked up, but I kind of liked her.
(PHONE BUZZING) (GROANS) Uh, full disclosure, I got, uh, three tenants who pay their rent on time, one who's always late, and one who doesn't pay his rent and needs to be evicted.
But assuming you toss the deadbeat out of five and rent the unit that I've been living in, then you'll have positive cash flow from the start.
What kind of positive cash flow? About $1,500 a month and even more if you throw some paint on the vacant units and put in some new carpeting.
So, what do you think? I still got to talk to the bank.
Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.
(PHONE CHIMES) Shit, I gotta go.
Some sort of urgent family meeting.
Okay.
Uh, hey.
Are we doing this or not? Yeah.
We're doing this.
Okay.
(CARL) How much? - 'Nother pound! - Whew.
She wasn't lying.
Your mother swore that she would make sure you kids were taken care of after she was gone, and she did it.
This is her gift to you.
No way.
Nope, it's getting flushed down the toilet.
Fuck it is! Hey, hands off! Give me the meth, Frank! This is not yours.
- (FIONA) Give it up! - (FRANK) This is not yours.
- (FIONA) Give me - What the hell is going on? Frank found 7 pounds of meth in some shitty storage locker that Monica had and now he wants to sell it.
It's your mother's legacy to her children.
It's like a family heirloom, only drugs.
And it's getting flushed down the toilet! Nobody flushes $70,000 worth of maternal bequest down the drain.
Wait, how much? A pound of high quality methamphetamine, which this clearly is, worth ten grand on the street.
If you want to destroy the inheritance that your mother poured a lifetime of blood, sweat, and tears into, go ahead.
You got your pound.
She probably stole it, Frank.
What you do with your pound is your choice, but this is not a dictatorship, Fiona.
This is America, and in America, we like democracy.
Everybody gets a vote.
Give me liberty or give me meth! We vote.
All Gallaghers in favor of flushing $70,000 of your future down the drain, raise your hand.
This is ridiculous.
Come on, raise 'em up if you want to lose $10,000 each.
Raise 'em up.
Come on, put up y Lip, Ian? I don't know, maybe we should sleep on it, talk again in the morning? W Lip? What? Debbie? $10,000 will go a long way for child care.
Carl? Call up one of my corner buddies, see if they can unload it.
That's my boy.
Liam, come on.
No! Representative democracy in action, Fiona, and I am proud to be a citizen of Gallagher Nation.
Here you go, Ian.
Lip.
Carl.
Debs.
No, you are not gonna hand a pound of meth to a six-year-old.
I'll hold onto your share for safekeeping, little man.
And the last pound goes to dear old Daddy Frank.
- I am ashamed of all of you.
- Oh, come Nobody likes a sore loser, Fiona.
Learning to be gracious in the face of defeat, that shows maturity.
So who's hungry? I'm buying.
- (POUNDING AT DOOR) - (LIP) I could eat.
(MAN) Open up! - (POUNDING AT DOOR) - Open this door! Fuck.
- We gotta hide this stash.
- Oh! Frank! Frank! They're gonna kick me out of school! Liam, go! Move! Frank, I cannot go to jail! Hold them off while I hide this in Franny's bed.
What? (ENERGETIC MUSIC) (MAN) Open the door now! No, Frank, that's not okay.
I know you're in there, Gallaghers! Where in the hell is he? Hey, Frank! What the hell did you do to her? I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch! (CLATTER UPSTAIRS) (GASPS) Oh.
Oh, my God! Uh, okay, wait, wait, wait! (GROANING) - Ah! Did no more! - (GROANS) Okay.
Okay.
Who is that? It's Grandpa Bill.
(PANTING) It was an aneurysm.
The doctor said she didn't suffer.
Bullshit.
She suffered every day of her life the moment she hooked up with this shit bird till the day she died.
Mm.
When is the funeral? We're not planning on doing much.
- She's gonna be cremated - No.
- No? - No.
We do it right.
My little girl gets a proper burial.
It's what your mother would've wanted.
I'll pay.
I know this ass hash doesn't have a pot to piss in, never has.
Doesn't have to be a-a church thing, just a-a viewing, some nice words.
Okay.
(SIGHS) You Army? Military school, sir.
Haven't chosen a branch of service yet.
Navy is the ticket, son.
I did 40 years, saw the world.
Best goddamn decision I ever made.
That your baby? Uh, yes, sir.
Franny.
How the hell old are you, anyhow? Um, 16.
Oh, Jesus! (SIGHS) Look, I'll be back bright and early to go and make the appropriate arrangements for your mother.
I'd stay here tonight, but I'm afraid I don't trust myself not to wake up in the middle of the night and decide it is finally time to take care of a serious trash problem that I should have dealt with years ago! A nice guy.
(LAUGHS) Where are you going? Fuck.
No, Frank! Frank! (FIONA) Fuckin' Frank.
Goddamn it, Frank.
Where is it? We gotta destroy it, Frank.
- Where the hell is it? - I hid it.
Where? You're lucky that it was just Grandpa Bill.
What if it had been the cops? - (DEBBIE) Stop, Frank.
- Give it back.
You tried to hide it in Franny's crib.
Give me the goddamn meth! Or what? - Ah! Ah! - Get your fucking hands off! You give it back! - Get the fuck off her! - You give it back! (SCREAMS) (ALL YELLING) Fuck you! - Give me that stuff back! - No! - It's not yours! - You're crazy! (GRUNTING) (CLATTER) (GROANS) (ALL PANTING) (GRUNTS) (YELLS) What the fuck was that? It's not yours, Fiona! What the fuck is wrong with you? That was your mother's! She was worried about you, all of you, she wanted to leave you something! - Meth? - That's all she had! Oh, Jesus.
You don't know anything about your mother! She was never here! She was a beautiful, crazy, fragile, wonderful woman! She deserted us! She loved us! - That was love? - Yes! Yes, it is.
Okay, then why did she leave? You don't know what you're talking about! If she loved us so much, why wasn't she here? She tried.
She always tried! She wasn't here! She was never fucking here! She left! I was nine! Nine and taking care of you.
Taking care of all of us.
I was in fourth grade dragging your ass, passed out, in from the yard so you wouldn't freeze to death.
Staying up all night with Ian when he had chicken pox.
I washed Carl's shitty diapers! I picked lice out of Liam's hair! And I was here when Debbie got her first period.
Not Monica.
Me.
And never you, you were too fucking loaded.
She was a junkie and a drunk.
Enough.
She didn't love me.
She didn't love you.
She didn't give a shit about anyone but herself.
Please.
I'm glad she's dead.
At least now she can't fuck us over anymore.
(FOOTSTEPS THUD) (DOOR OPENS) (CLOSES) (SIGHS) (SIGHS) She sleeping? I, uh, found these with Monica's stuff in the storage unit.
Greeting cards she bought for our birthdays and holidays.
I guess she never got around to mailing them.
"Congrats on your retirement.
" Only she crossed out "retirement" and wrote "birthday.
" Always thinking of us, right? Right.
(PENSIVE MUSIC) Hmm.
(GROANS) Going for a run? Yeah, got to stay in shape.
Can I join you? Free country.
The flowers arrived already, and the photo blow-up that your grandfather arranged.
You caught us just in the nick of time yesterday.
Jose had her halfway in the furnace.
She got a bit singed, but she was going in feet first, so no one will be able to tell with her shoes on.
I doubt we'll need this many chairs.
A more intimate affair? (WHISPERING) More like nobody gives a shit.
(WHISPERING) I'll have a few removed.
Wow.
She was beautiful.
Yeah, she was.
Would you like me to open the casket before the guests arrive, make sure you're satisfied with the results? Uh, sure.
(CLEARS THROAT) (LAUGHS) Is everything all right? Uh she's she's wearing her wedding dress.
Was that not discussed? Your father brought it by earlier.
(LAUGHS) No, th uh that's fine, that's (LAUGHS) In fact, you know what? That's that's fucking perfect.
That's perfect, yeah.
She looks lovely, doesn't she? Like an angel.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Yeah, absolutely.
She's just an angel.
Could I have a few minutes alone with her, please? Of course.
(SNIFFS) (SOFT MUSIC) Fuck you, Mom.
My love, she has chosen me From my candor of speech She takes me to the river Like a child at play (INAUDIBLE) She sees not This bitter man But the promise Of a lover When the darkness Washes off She moves into My arms So too, my folks Support me through my Restless whims 'Cause they see not This failure But the promise Of a firstborn (INAUDIBLE) "Harmony" "I must decide.
" I don't really know if I know what that means exactly.
Uh, it's in this crazy-ass book that I found in Monica's stuff, and she'd underlined that part.
I'm not sure what else to say really.
You couldn't count on her, but she never had a bad thing to say about anyone, and she always had a good time.
And that's something.
No, wa wa wait.
W Moni Monica Come on.
Monica was the love of my life, and I knew that the first time I ever saw her.
I was in college, going nowhere, bored.
Summer internships with State Farm Insurance.
Uh, junior year I was in the dorm, studying.
Some buddies had a-an extra concert ticket.
I never really liked Supertramp, but I went anyway, and she jumped into the window of my car.
She was running from this big dude.
He had a gun, and she was screaming, "Don't rape me again!" And I had to loan her my shirt, 'cause she was naked.
And that was it.
(CLICKS TONGUE) My pilot light was out and Monica was the gas company.
She taught me how to live.
She changed everything.
First time I ever did a line of coke was with Monica.
We loved a lot.
We fought a lot.
Every time I look into one of You kids's faces, I see her face looking back at me Smiling, laughing.
She was strong.
And you're strong.
And she was brave, and you're brave.
I know you didn't think much of her, but she loved you.
And you wouldn't be who you are, and I wouldn't be who I am, if she hadn't come into our lives.
So, hate her if you want but she's in you, and that's a good thing.
And I miss you, Monnie.
(SOBBING) And it's hard as hell.
(WHISPERING) I love you.
(SNIFFS) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO) Oh, here it goes whoo! I'm lit, don't mess with it Whoo, stand back, let me do my shit Whoo, I'm lit, don't mess with it Whoo! Yeah! Hands to the sky Show me that you're mine And baby, worship me Worship me Whoo! Whoo! On your knees Patiently, quietly, faithfully, worship me (LAUGHS) - Whoo! - Feel that lightning Whoo! Down in my soul Whoo! And if you want to feel the thunder, baby Better let me know Let me know Whoo! I'm lit, don't mess with it Whoo! Stand back, let me do my shit Whoo! What are you doing out here? Uh (CLEARS THROAT) Coffee.
Show me that you're mine Good for you.
Kind of fucked really.
I miss everything about drinking.
Anything you can do about that? I can sit out here, drink a gallon of coffee.
(SNIFFS) Maybe, uh, knit a sweater.
A sweater? It's a long story.
(SNIFFS) Hands to the sky Show me that you're mine I really think I fucked it all up.
Hands to the sky You know, my life, uh my future, what's left of it.
Worship me I want to try to go back to college.
So do.
It's not that easy.
I feel like I'd have to start all over.
So what? You're young, and (CHUCKLES) Not that young.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Young enough.
I've got this professor, uh, think you met him once.
He seems, inexplicably, to still give a shit about me.
Lot of people still inexplicably give a shit about you.
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO) Oh, shit.
What? Uh, Frank.
(CLEARS THROAT) Come here.
(SCOFFS) Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, dig that girl I thought to myself, "Mmm, mmm" (LAUGHTER) Your guy didn't come? Trevor? No.
Kinda fucked that one up.
Fixable? Mm, I have to see.
So it's all in my head And then I heard her say I guess the motherfucker really did love the crazy bitch.
One more time, baby You didn't know that? Spill the wine, take that pearl Guess I never really wanted to believe it.
Spill the wine, dig that girl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, dig that girl Come on.
(CHUCKLES) As she disappeared But soon she returned (LAUGHS) All right.
In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other a glass She poured some of the wine From the bottle into the glass (VERONICA) (LAUGHS) Raised it to her lips And just before she drank it She said (ALL) Spill the wine, dig that girl Whoo! Spill the wine Ambient music fades in If it wasn't real Then why does it hurt so bad? 'Cause the thing that we had Seemed like everything Never thought we would be Torn apart by a change in the wind Or a cloud in the sky We were always You showed me love Of the deepest kind I will never find another love Like you showed me love Now I see Now I see you And you showed me Showed me love Of the deepest kind And I will never find a love like you You showed me love of the deepest kind You You showed me love You showed me love Of the deepest kind And I will never find a love A love like you You showed me, you showed me love You showed me love You showed me love You showed me love You showed me love I will never find a love like you Love You showed me love You showed me, yeah Yeah Of the deepest kind, the best kind of love I'm so sorry now I see you Now Oh, God And it's too late, it's too late Oh, God No.
No, that's it.
Look, there is nothing else, all right? (UPBEAT POP MUSIC) Come back next year.
Jesus.
Go.
Go! Fuck off.
I can wear the clothes Of the characters of films that I see Some say unoriginal but it works out for me Dressed to impress so I can lie about my age And oh You gonna lean on your friends And oh, you did it again And oh, you gonna lean