Shameless s09e08 Episode Script

Anyone watching thinking we know fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt, needs to watch their back So you've had your Labour reclassifying skunk, sending prices sky-high literally, literally taking the grass from its own roots! 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 fucks 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 times.
Yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak-yak! It's not theirs anymore.
This is our England now.
Paaaarty! Oi! What?! Stopping off at your Mam's for a couple.
Fuck me! Atomic Kitten have let themselves go a bit, haven't they? Just come home when the club shuts.
You're on the early.
Yes, Dad - love you.
'The thing about mistakes is, you can't undo them.
'You can repair them, patch them up, minimize the consequences.
'But you can't undo them.
'Fuck knows I've made more than most and they define me.
'Carry them with me everywhere I go.
True of us all.
' Ladies! Couldn't fucking catch you, though.
'If it's any consolation, 'there's not one of us skates through life without mistakes.
'Well, none of the interesting ones, any road.
' Come on, Marty.
Shit! Careful! Fuck! Fuck a duck.
Hurry up.
Hold it steady.
Climb up straight and I will.
I've got 10 metres of cable round my neck - it's not easy! Arse wipe! Fucking hell, you nearly had my head off.
Stop messing about! Electric's dangerous, dickhead.
Someone's coming! Aidan! Fucking hell.
Hold the fucking ladder! You sure about this? Can't pay, won't pay.
If we don't do this we've got no heating, no fridge, no cooker.
No X-Box.
OW! Agh! Oh, my God, Eamonn! Oh, shit.
All right, calm it.
Just blown a fuse that's all.
I can lend you a Greek Euro for the meter.
Right, that's the last from the lock-up.
If you smell burning, switch it off.
Oh, great.
House'll be on fire.
Mimi, all the lights are off.
And I've got Stella, I just don't know what to do.
Straight upstairs, Tish, put her next to Cilla and Connor.
Whole area's pitch black, no street lights nothing.
It's ridiculous! Took 72 hours to restore power the last time.
Why do people say 72 hours? Why not just say two days? Rain Man's got nothing on you, has he? Jamie's gonna stay open a bit, until people can see their way home.
Yeah, proper Maguire.
Any chance to get a few coppers in your back pocket.
Er, not seen you turning down shifts, lady.
If they're staying open, can we? Yeah, everyone fuck off, I'll look after the ranch in the dark, on me own.
Girls, girls, maybe we don't go into town tonight.
Oh, don't cancel on my account, I'd feel bad.
You can't see anything out there, and in these fucking heels? We'd have to get a mini-cab in the dark.
Probably no power on in town anyway.
Another night then, ladies? Right.
You go get some smokes, I'll see you there.
Why do I have to go? I'll clock you.
See if you can beat your best time.
Go! What a knobhead.
Eh, don't look at me, you married him.
I always had shit taste in men.
I married your father.
Oh, fuck! Fuck off! I've got a weapon! Ches, it's me - open up.
Fuck! Fucking hell, man.
I nearly shat myself.
Lock that door! You what? Hello, earth to Chesney.
I'm on the clock, man.
Shane's timing me.
I'm trying to save my stock.
I'm not open.
I'll help myself, leave the money on the counter? I said no.
Fucking hell! Fuck me, man.
If I help you, will you let me have my cigs? Get this in the fucking chest freezer and I'll give 'em yer! Hurry up! Fuck's sake, Jackson! Fucking hell, boys, that were a lucky escape.
At least we're not dry, girls.
Yeah! Actually, I'm gonna head round Lillian's.
Oh, Kels! Oh, shut the fuck up! It's all the more for you, innit.
Walk her round, lad.
It'll get ropey out there pretty quickly.
I'll go with.
Make sure you drop a trail of breadcrumbs, so you can find your way home.
Is this what it was like during the Blitz, Missus C? What the feck would I know about the Blitz? Do I look as if I'm 112 years old? Don't answer that, girls! Right, the pumps are off so it's bottles and optics only.
And the tills are down, so cash in hand and no tick.
Ohhh! It's the end of the night, no-one's got any money left.
You think I'm letting you lot fill up on the tab, after dark, best get the lobotomy reversed, mate.
Jamie, that don't strictly apply to family though, does it? Especially family.
All right, stick this behind the bar and see how far it gets us.
Must be 150 notes here.
Us priests get a lot of stuff, including money.
It comes and goes.
It's not important.
I'll accept your drink, but I don't trust you one bit.
Thought your lot took a vow of poverty? Well, that we do.
But, y'know, I get a regular monthly stipend.
I don't have much use for it.
Don't fucking cloud the issue with explanations! Goes against nature, a man giving away money.
Stick some tunes on, it's like death in here.
What part of "power cut" don't you get? Oi, what you doing? We can't play Killer in the dark, can we? Use your head, man.
Oooh! Oooh! Look what that bitch upstairs has done to my arse.
Have you seen this? What's going on? Black-out.
Brings out more horn in folk.
Where's security, a night like tonight? Went shopping.
Said he were gonna get a new telly and trainers.
This is fucking madness, and not the good kind.
We're on top of it.
Where the fuck d'you think you're going with that? I arrived with this, it's mine.
It's the same one as we've got.
Cheers for the guard of honour, I'm sticking around.
Mind if we stay? Do what you want.
Just put it fucking down! So, Terry McInally is the one I always think of as the one that got away.
Oooh, God! Give us one of them.
I don't think I have "one that got away", cos I don't think I've been in love.
Oh, fuck off! I was in love on a weekly basis when I was your age.
I've told you before love and blow-jobs, not the same thing.
What kind of women are you, bragging to anyone who'll listen about how many men you've had between your legs? Quite right, Patricia.
A woman's tickly bits are for child bearing only.
Anything else, "it is the Devil's work.
" I'm telling you something.
We are for child-rearing, every one of us.
I've had seven kids and I'd have seven more if the clock was on my side.
Having kids is not for everyone.
Fucking should be.
What else are we here for? I will second that.
I can't go with that.
You don't have kids.
How do you know that, eh? I've been around a long time before I met you, and I've still got a few years left in me.
And there's more to mothering than just squeezing one out.
It's not just biology, it's practical stuff, circumstances.
Oh, what - giving babies away? Don't get me started on them.
I am a mother and any woman who gives a baby away is beyond me.
I'm not having that.
I was adopted.
Oh, fuck! So Dominic's not your brother? He is my brother.
Same DNA, same biological parents.
I'm sorry, just I could tell there was something about him.
Not him.
Just me.
Born a year ahead of Dominic.
When he arrived, kept him, sent me out to adoption.
Off I went.
Now there's a story worth cutting the fecking power for! Get off me! This is outrageous! I want to talk to a fucking lawyer! Freak! Fucking hell, I nearly laid an egg.
Didn't mean to startle you.
What are you doing in here? I think I'm here for a reason.
What the fuck is this place? Basements of the Council Buildings, used to be a jail in Victorian times.
All the cop shops were shut and no power - Judas! What did they get you for? I was mugged! Coming back from work some scumbags thumped me, grabbed my purse, bag, jacket, everything.
So how come they arrested you? I'm black.
They assumed because of this and this that I must be a criminal.
You're not, you've got a good soul, I can tell.
How could she keep one and give the other away? You'll have to ask her.
You never traced her? I've met her a number of times, with Dominic, but she made it quite clear she doesn't give a shit - no regrets.
You're a dark horse, how long have I known you? Some things are kept secret.
Not her! I'm married to her son, and I could tell you how often she changes the batteries in her vibrator.
Some people are just cold, never intended as mothers.
The best guess is that she's one of these women who sees other women as competition, a threat.
Fuck off! Her own daughter? Dominic's her little prince, still is to this day.
I'm just some bitch she had the misfortune to give birth to before he arrived.
But you get on all right with Dom? He's fucked up in his own way, but he's a good man.
Can't get my head around a mother keeping one baby and giving another away.
How old was your Gloria then? When she was adopted? 11 months.
Does that not bother you? Course it bothers me, but I haven't got a time machine, have I? Probably why she's such a hard-nosed bitch.
Watch your mouth, Frank, all right? I'm only speaking the truth.
Lovely girl, your sister, wrapped around the temperament of a Tasmanian Devil.
No wonder she's 40, single, and got her brother for a lodger.
Fine.
I will "watch my mouth".
No pressure.
Come here.
I don't fucking think so, mate, do you? Try potting a fucking ball first.
Truth or forfeit? Fuck off.
Hey! Well, don't fucking play, then.
All right - truth.
Okey-doke.
Other than Avril, which woman have you most recently had a wank about, you dirty cunt? Fuck off.
If you don't like the fucking question, take the forfeit.
Come on, speak the truth.
Your Ruby.
It's her fucking tits, man, they're hypnotic.
I do know what you mean.
They kind of sit up all by themselves, don't they? I mean, I don't think she's aware of it, Jackson.
Your go, Frank.
All right, all right, fucking hell.
Late for vespers, are we? Fuck off! Truth or forfeit? Truth or forfeit? Forfeit.
I don't like him being exploited like this.
He's not a circus freak.
Fucking stupid forfeit, anyway.
Not so much a forfeit, as a bet - the Hare and the Tortoise, it's the eternal question.
He's right, it's a stupid bet, I'm five paces from victory.
Then, demonstrate your superiority.
Yeah a little pre-race pick-me-up will see me just fine.
Do I look like I want to be fucking whipped? Sorry.
Boiled in your very own milk-pan, Red Bull for the wrinklies cocoa with 12 sugars.
Cor, I could do with a booster.
Not you! How did it come to this? We're keeping it together.
You look like a mole with a kink.
It's a mess.
There's fellas been waiting here two hours.
That bloke's so fed up he's gone home to shag his wife.
That's how desperate he's got.
I thought busy was good.
It's more than just volume, size does matter, in every sense, but in here it's about turnover count them in, count them out, the quicker the better.
There's not a man here I couldn't have shooting his load in three minutes from a standing stare, because I'm a professional.
What are your lot doing upstairs, rolling about in bed for an hour? It's time to hang up the gusset, Trigger, put on the business suit.
Has anybody seen the paddling pool? They didn't teach us this in Sex Ed.
How do people end up like this? Like what? In rubber, nappies, Scottish, S&M - what's all that about? They must have been like us once.
Idiots like this put food on our table when I was little.
Mum brought a different bloke back every night, usually sober enough to pay.
What was it like? Didn't know any better, so I didn't care.
And what about now? Doesn't faze me.
Do me a favour.
Promise me you won't do any shit like this, even when you get old.
Oi! I insist on speaking to a legal representative.
Good for you, I'm proud of you.
Whatever happened to human rights? Don't let it get under your skin - Gollywog! You fucking racist.
I'm not.
You're the one who planted the racist seed, saying they arrested you because you're black - rubber lips! I can't not say it.
So your Tourettes causes you to be racist? No, it's like, if I said to you right now, "Big hairy arse", you can't not see one.
In some cultures, it's a sign of genius.
You little dickheads.
You stay there, little prick.
You're little shit-bags, c'mon then! Fucking come back! What?! Shut up! We don't really want them to come back.
What, you scared? Thought you did all body-building shit.
Yeah, I am scared.
Me and you, trapped here, in the Alamo! What about when they throw a fucking petrol bomb in here? Not with the price of petrol these days, mate.
And, it's not body building, it's body-sculpting.
I don't want big fuck-off Terminator muscles.
I'm a whippet but I'll be the perfect whippet.
That's us sorted.
Why don't you come with us, man? It'll be a riot in The Jockey tonight.
Oh, you've got to guard the shop now.
Chill and have a beer.
What do you want to be a little ferret for anyway? Big muscles are fucking awesome.
Not ferret, whippet.
Cheers.
Cheers, mate.
Light weights, rapid reps, minimal recovery.
It's cardio, oxygen into the blood-stream exhale on the up, inhale on the down.
It's about strength and stamina.
I'm naturally fit me, mate.
It's not about fitness, it's about control, yeah? Nothing can fucking touch me.
You haven't got any control, nobody has.
You're wrong.
I'm fucking right.
D'you think I don't know you're laughing at me? That everybody is? Fucking Shane, "Go on Billy, run to the shops, I'll time you".
Know what I mean? I'm not a complete idiot, you know? That's my role.
I don't have to accept it, but I do.
Keeps me warm, gives me grub, what's the alternative? Be your own man? Listen, I've got a wife who's got kids and grandkids here, I don't want to be my own man.
You're aiming low, mate.
Well, look at you! What's this gonna do, let you live three months, six months longer? Says who, Manchester Man? Fucking proud, mate! Any exercise you can name, I'll take you, mate.
Go on then, son.
Let's have you on that fucking bench, eh? I am sorry, I know what a bastard words can be, more than most.
Even when people don't say those words, you know they're thinking them, every day.
It's exhausting.
You mustn't judge people, they know not what they do.
To the English, I'm this fucking "darkie", and to the Africans, I'm fucking English.
Jackson's mum, a proud Nigerian woman, she thinks her son married beneath himself, cos I'm from the Caribbean.
My mum thinks I've hooked up with someone from the Dark Ages, because he's only second generation.
I'm tired of it.
Maybe that's my role, to bring people together with my words.
Clit-lick every trip! What are you on about? I could've died tonight, enough electricity to power a city, should've fried me - it didn't.
I think I've been saved for a reason.
I've been chosen.
Fisher, Martin.
Front and centre, you're being released.
How comes he gets out? How the fuck should I know? It's an order from above.
See? Hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah I'll be back to free you and all your people.
Ah! Uncle Tom! On behalf of all "my people" don't worry about it, jog on! Where's my fucking phone call?! C'mon, time's running out, Jackson! Oi, you're on the fucking baize! Bastard.
Terry, how's Terry? Moving at a lick.
Time to leap into action, then.
Something amusing our Vatican correspondent? I'm a happy drunk, Frank.
The last days of Sodom.
Where's me fags? Oh, very fucking funny.
You've got ten seconds left, man, come on! Fuck off! Where's my coat? Wherever you left it.
I hung it over the stool.
Then you must've moved it.
I didn't fucking move it! SOMEONE'S HAD MY PARKA! Sorry, mate - no sign.
You don't it's not just Look, it's more than sentimental I'll sue! For the value of a Parka? Here y'are - call that a generous out-of-court settlement.
Oh, yeah! It's all right for you, innit, with your fucking pub, and your wife and your dimples! All my dreams come true, this! But what the fuck have I got, eh?! Once the lights come on, we'll find it.
Oh, there's been traffic in and out all night! Could be anywhere by now! What kind of fucking lock-in is it, anyway?! It's just a coat, mate.
No.
I wore that coat the night our Fiona was born! I was wearing it the night she was conceived.
And now, I've lost two wives! Monica Sheila, all me kids little Debbie, Lip curly hair? Liam! Liam! The other one! They've all deserted me! Apart from Stella.
Apart from Stella! That Parka was me! It was as part of me as a as an arm, or a leg and It's who I am.
Where did you get it from? I stole it off a striking miner on the bus.
Fuck! He was coming back from the Battle of Orgreave.
He'd had a skinful to numb the pain of the battering.
Could've took his wallet as well - didn't! Oh, you're all heart! How will I recognise me? Come on! Let's you and me go and have a look for it, eh? Never know, your luck might change.
Yeah, maybe.
Thank you, Dominic! Hey look, Frank - Turtle wins again! Bless you! I really admire her.
Fuck off! I do! Bold as you like, in control, organising everyone.
Another time, another place, she could've been someone.
What's with all the make-up, though? Be back down in 15 minutes or less! Hair-trigger discount applies, yeah? The reason it's the world's oldest profession is because it works men are like them little David Attenborough fucking monkeys that eat ripe fruit and tug themselves off be at it day and night if they could - endless demand! Doesn't mean we have to be sloppy or inefficient we get 'em in, bleed 'em dry and get 'em out! We get organised, we could rule the world.
Is that you, Kelly? You are the only person I have ever met where only one sense works at a time! And so, Curtis Pendleton is "The one that got away".
Ha! Another one?! A fair few seem to have got away from you.
"Escaped" is the word we're looking for.
Hey! Not too many escaped you, did they? No.
I brought pleasure to the masses and then my prince arrived.
He's my son, and even I think it's stretching it to call him a prince.
Fuck's sake! Don't tell me you believe in all this "Happy Ever After" bollocks! Yeah, I kinda do! I think you've got to.
There's a reason it's a fairy-tale - not one of us can escape our pasts.
Amen! How can you have a past at 21? Survive the fall of Saigon, did you? Five years captive in Guantanamo without so much as a drink of water? Yeah - all of that.
We could all sit around boo-hooing about our past! Boo-hoo! Give it up, lads! Who the fuck's this guy? Fuck off! Fucking freak! I won't harm you! You what?! I love you! Jesus in a nappy! Freak! Fear not! For I am with you! Fuck off, Marty! Everything all right? Everybody's got history, you know.
Everybody's got a sob story.
Of course.
Sitting round, all sharing each other's misery - it's like getting excuses in early to explain why life isn't fair for "poor little old me"! I'm not sure what you're talking about.
Life is hard - you fuck up, you pay the consequences.
I have.
Well, we all have! So what's your point? Look, you're adopted, it's a real shame.
You know, you're not without your problems yourself.
All that soul searching, all that support from the group.
I've got an illness, but have you heard me mention it once tonight?! Nah! Oh, so now you are the picture of blame-free happiness, are you? Yeah, my life's pretty fucking great! And yet, you're still an arsehole! SMACK! What was that?! Oh, for fuck's sake! Take it easy! Pack it in! Pack it in! Pack it in! Bitch! Jesus! You've got some fucking bottle, going for a Maguire! Anytime, bitch! You're too young for all these responsibilities.
Shut up! I'm concentrating! I mean, you should be dreaming big! The world's your oyster and all that! Fuck all that! Be happy, don't matter what anyone thinks of you! Where's that going to get you anyway? Ahead.
Fuck "ahead" - you waste your life to get "ahead".
Before you know it, it's all behind you.
D'you read that on an ice lolly stick? Shut the fuck up! You might be happy being the water boy, mate.
Not me.
Fuck off! You little pussy! What happened? Thought you'd beat me, eh? You distracted me! Yeah? Let's do some proper exercise anyway.
All right, OK.
Come on, then, son.
Show us how it's done.
'Ere, you never know It's not in here.
Tell you what.
Have my coat, will you? Keep warm while we find Oh, no, fuck off! I've got more chance of getting in Terry's shell! Besides, you'll need it when you wave Dorothy off down the Yellow Brick Road.
That's cos I'm a Munchkin, right, yeah? Maybe, but remember Nobody stole my jacket.
Well, why would they? What about there? You never know, someone might've slung it.
All right, then.
Stay there, won't you? What is it with you, eh? I can't work it out, and it makes me very uneasy.
I dunno what you mean! Oh, yes, you do! You're out here scrabbling around for a coat with some bastard you can't possibly like! I like you, Frank, all right? See? That! What? There! What? I don't trust it! I mean, I've done nothing but insult you all night and you just smile! So what is it? Come here.
Come here, Rasputin, what is it? What is it? And don't give me all this "Jesus-Zebediah" shite! Frank I believe in God, all right? There's no two ways about that.
That's rock solid.
See I know that He Or She yeah, or She, exists.
Grand designs, making all the plans, whether you're a Jew, a Buddhist, a Muslim, a Hindu, a Shinto - we're all the same.
Whatever he, she or it it's there.
Well, as an avowed atheist, I can only believe in God when I can perceive a direct personal threat.
Right.
But I'll choose not to ridicule your superstition.
See, it's just the people that I don't buy into, yeah.
I mean, they're dishonest, aren't they, in it for themselves, it's all about me, me, me! Yeah, I can see that would be a draw-back in your game.
Wouldn't want people being selfish in the church of God, would we? Eh, confession must be a laugh, though.
And then there's the wine.
Drink? No, thank you, it's not quite me it's not my vintage.
You know what? This is like a needle in a haystack, isn't it? Which is easier for a camel to pass into than rich man.
That.
Bible stuff.
Oh Shall we just search in silence? Frank? You fucking freak! I need to save you! Take you to the cop shop to help free a Sister Sledge! Brown Sugar! I have power, I don't want to hurt you.
Forgive me for what I'm about to do.
Crucify! Ah! That's not supposed to happen! Go! I don't understand! I have power! We're never out, are we? I'll go back round the Jockey and get some more.
No, please.
Would you mind if I did? I could do with some air.
I will walk with you.
No, really.
I'd like to go alone.
I'll tell Jamie you're coming.
I'll be quick.
Hey, go round the back at this time.
Don't hang around.
Loads of knobheads roaming the place now.
So is that, y'know, why you left the dog-collar business? Lack of a crisis of faith in your fellow man? What? Tossers.
As far as I'm concerned, yeah.
And the official story? Alleged alcoholism and the fact that I impregnated a 16-year-old.
Girl, I take it? Yeah.
It was a girl I got pregnant, y'know.
But she was all woman, she could've passed for 20 any day of the week.
But she lost the baby.
Poor thing.
So, are you barred, or just suspended for a few games? The diocese put me on a 24-month sabbatical, to get myself sorted.
Is that likely? Look, Frank, I can have sex with any girl I like, all right? And I drink as hard as I can, so I can't think, or remember.
But the demons live on.
Yeah, all that shagging and drinking.
Yes, I feel your pain! I'm just lost, Frank.
So's me coat.
Let's just deal with that first, shall we? Come on.
All right, darling? That you, Gloria? Oh! You near gave me a heart attack.
Sorry.
Three bottles, two white, one red.
Should see you through till the morning.
Oh, I don't know.
Patty really knows how to put it away.
How's it going inside? A Sewing Bee.
Yeah, we're all doing one patch each.
Then we'll put them together and make a big quilt.
You'll be drinking camomile tea while you're at it! Something like that! Fuck! Hey, what? I'm sorry.
It's just been a really strange night.
Don't apologise.
Sorry.
No, I'm I'm sorry.
Powell, Avril.
Off your arse.
Where'd you get it? Caught the fuckers what did it.
I told you I'd free you! Yeah, you foretold it.
Free from the shame, from the chains of history! It's important you understand this - I love my history, love the West Indies.
Nobody's been through what we have.
Shat on for centuries, on three continents, and still standing, The most beautiful, resilient people on the planet.
Where you going? Tell them I didn't do it.
I saved you.
If you are the Messiah, maybe this is your destiny.
He's not the Messiah, he's a Don't fucking say it.
Oh! Oh, you dirty bint! Y'know, I wish I was more like you.
I admire you.
I can see that.
I mean, you might rant and rave and all the rest of it, but you're not complicated.
You're the sum of your appetites.
I have never been so insulted.
Or flattered.
See, I need the distraction.
You live the distraction.
Takes discipline.
Your Parka's gone, Frank.
Oh, I have faith.
Do you? The non-existent Lord will provide.
Oh, I'm tired.
Yeah, I know you are, son.
You won't always be, though.
Better get home, back to our Gloria.
Hey, hurry up now! In case anyone else has hopped on your toad-stool, robbed your fishing pole.
I, er, I'd better Do you want me to walk you? No, that wouldn't be a smart move, would it? You've, er Thank you.
Did Gloria come? Yeah.
We're not in it to make friends, sweetheart.
It's business.
And never forget that we're in the fantasy business.
Never forget that we're in the fantasy business.
Behave! I am.
I'm cold.
The ABC of prostitution - Always Be Coming.
In the fantasy business, Always Be Coming.
Are you still a virgin? No, I lost it when I was 12.
Makes me sad.
Me too.
If I'm still one when I'm 21 Yeah, I'll marry you.
I mean It's OK.
I know what you meant.
'It's like old times!' Two old slappers in Pit Helmets, talking about spunk-to-cash ratios, just like old times.
I'll boil a pan on the stove, make us a cuppa.
Go on then.
I like it here.
Honestly, you're so shit, man! By the time you're, like, 30, you're going to be like, 16 stone, big fat gut! I don't give a shit! As long as I'm happy, and Mimi loves me.
No chance! You want the same as me.
You want to be the same as me! You're wrong! I am happy.
You should try it.
You're not seeing what I'm facing, though! Huh? Another 40 years behind this counter, or another one just like it, told what I'll do, what I'll earn, what my life is! By who? By a bunch of old guys with beards.
Yeah, with beards.
See, I need to be strong.
I have to force it.
Aaaaaahhh! Slow down, man! It's a marathon, not a sprint.
There is nothing I can't do! Nothing! Ches? Ches, what you doing? What the fuck? Chesney, what you doing?! Ches! Chesney! Hello? Eh! Manners! What do you think you're doing? Fuck off! It's me! Still don't believe in you.
'Some people think you should embrace your mistakes, 'make them part of you.
'Why waste time and energy feeling guilty? What's the point? 'We're only human, after all.
'Even those just starting out.
'Thing about mistakes is, when you're making them, 'when you're in the middle of them, 'they don't feel wrong.
'Some even feel 'pretty good.
' We need staff and we need 'em now.
We can't advertise for 'em in the evening news! One man for me - best-looking man on the Chatsworth.
It was a mistake.
That happened twice.
That won't happen again.
New fella? You never said.
Nothing special.
Is everyone here to see Lillian Tyler? The auditions for the whoring? I see a bright future for you two.