Look at me, right?
Look at the Queen.
I was never a fan until it occured to me how much
me and Mum have in common, bringing up kiddies you
can't remember the names of.
I know she's not a single parent,
but she might as well have been.
Plus, the pair of us, we stuck to our guns,
very literally sometimes, and flagshipped, a dying breed,
admired and despised equally, not
for never lifting a finger, no, for setting
examples through extremity.
And whether you're a bigwig on her end, or a bigwig on my end,
you still got all your dickheads in the middle of dealing, snip,
snip, snip, giving you benefit.
I mean, she can't not be looking at me and thinking,
what is your secret, Frank?
I got shot of my kids yonks back, whereas she's yet
to do the bunk of a single one.
Fine.
I've had to get out a bit on occasion
to make ends meet, whereas she, she's done
the whole thing from the chair.
All right, drink for the lady.
Well, sure, there's perks.
But look at her lot.
Buying maid prancing about on her roof?
Now, look at my lot.
We know how to throw a proper fucking party!
MIMI: I remember Liverpool in the '70s.
Industry menopause, shipyards closed, car plants relocated,
last orders for the scouts nation.
But did we lie down and die?
Did we, fuck.
We embraced change and expanded our horizons.
Ended up European City a culture.
That left beyond a proper legacy.
So moral of the tale, when your menopause kicks in,
what are you going to, lie back and wither, or rise
like a liveabeard phoenix?
Why won't you tell us where we're going?
Almost there.
[car engine]
No way, is that Boonie in that car?
[inaudible].
[inaudible]
Yes.
MIMI: Never forget what you've come from,
or the people that got you there along the way,
because how they remember you is the real legacy
you leave behind.
It's even smaller than ours.
So?
There's only three of us.
For all that money, though?
Location, location, location.
Do you think [inaudible] looked twice at Chatsworth?
Wait
He'd look at that fat parcel.
Oh!
Oh, you'd be able to squeeze a little bar in here.
You've got a lovely home.
Thank you.
I've been very happy here, as I'm sure you would be.
What's outside?
Oh, be my guest.
The courtyard's delightful sun trap.
Forgive me not showing you around myself.
As usual, I'm up to my neck in charity work.
Muggins at home organizing this year's ball.
Sounds impressive.
Secretary for twelve years.
I've never known such a struggle raising funds.
Harsh times means less charity.
And now, when you need it more than ever?
Indeed.
St. Barts, Year 10.
Rugby tour to Argentina.
[rattle]
Oh, I've got no change, sorry.
Oh, that'll be fine.
Thank you.
[footsteps]
What time is it?
10:00 o'clock, sleepyhead.
No rush.
You only left an hour ago.
Fancied a cuddle.
That's all right, isn't it?
Yeah.
What's wrong?
SHANE: Nothing's wrong.
Just a little bit of gruff now and again, isn't it?
When you know, you know.
She's sending me under, she's so clingy.
It's every call on this side of town,
so she can sneak a little fucking typer.
Put her out of her misery.
It's finding the right moment, isn't it?
Well the longer you leave it, the harder it gets.
Thought a drink might help.
Did it cheap?
That's the last 5,000.
The [inaudible].
Remind me not to buy even a Paracetamol off of that git.
If it's over, no talk about taking a break,
dragging it out.
Make it clean and quick.
Doing it.
She's going on about a rugby trip to South America.
And St. [inaudible] haven't even got a gym.
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
You OK?
That could be my legacy.
Legacy?
Oh, you've not had bad news, have you?
I could rebuild the gym.
Mimi!
Oh, calm down.
I'm changing.
Changing?
In what way?
You don't want to be a man, do you?
It's a woman only issue, menopause ailing.
But that doesn't matter.
I'm taking control of my life, making a difference to others.
Watch me roar.
[soft music playing]
Listen, uh, we need to talk--
[gagging]
It's bad manners when your mouth is full.
Dessert is going to blow your mind.
[zipper]
Winslow's a bit farther.
Remember that wine bar?
Oh, yeah, full of divorcee losers trying too hard.
No, I think it's men, full of readies, [inaudible],,
Bentleys, Ferrari's--
Yeah, driven by a wag who struck it with a Cleo.
Oh, here he is, at it again.
Watch your bags, ladies.
Tea leaf in the area.
Serves him right, the fat fuck.
Shouldn't leave his van open while he goes out for a burger.
[laughter] What are they?
Trackers.
It's like James Bond, isn't it?
[inaudible] She's out noshing someone else.
[laughter]
[sighing]
Marry me.
What?
Marry me.
I can't.
Of course you can.
It doesn't have to be a fancy wedding--
I don't want to be with you anymore.
What do you mean?
It's over.
What is?
Us.
Why?
I'm sorry.
What-- maybe we just need a break.
It'd be cruel to drag it out.
You didn't have the heart to tell me earlier because I'd
gone to so much effort.
You But you like fucking me.
It's not enough to sustain a relationship.
Say the pages of Cosmopolitan.
I still feel the same after.
Patronizing prick!
[crash]
I've got--
I've got some stuff to sell.
It's probably best if you're gone by the time I get back.
MIMI: I'd be crying off sick every week
if I had to do PA in that dump.
Fuck the lardy little uprights-in-need.
What about an overhaul of my janitor shithole?
I'm talking about the health of the future generation.
And I'm saying my room hasn't had a lick of paint
since Tom Brown's ring-piece was caressed
by his master's slippers.
Frank, this matters.
Making a positive impact, leaving something behind that
makes a difference.
Oh, moral compensation for your other bequests?
Inflicting a bunch of psychopathic villains
on society?
I'll fucking inflict them on you if you're not careful!
Don't even think about it.
I wasn't.
St. Marcy's gym was hanging when I went there.
Don't mean you want to rebuild it, though.
Why's Benny bringing students back here?
It's a possible gold mine.
There's more of them round Manchester than anywhere else.
You'll not get a sniff that pure in Chipping Norton.
Treble up, it'll still blow your bollocks off.
For bonus.
Appreciated.
Collecting off Coggsy tomorrow?
Big Mark's two weeks behind.
Take care of both, yeah?
With pleasure.
Fuck it!
Who scored?
Short-assed, thatch-weave, dumpy
little fucking Mickey Mouser.
Oy!
Rooney's my hero.
He'll be paying you 40 quid to hang out with you next week.
He popped in once, but I was a little bit too young for him.
None of you twats got a watch?
If a legacy matters so much, what's
wrong with a bench in Poundswick Park?
'Cause all the little scrotes with tag it
and burn it on Bonfire Night.
I think a new gym is a great idea.
Yeah, it's paying for it I'm struggling with.
All I'm suggesting is a donation of a poxy grand each
to get the ball rolling.
I'll raise the rest of the funds.
I'll chip in.
Yeah, we will, too.
The kiddies will appreciate that.
Come on, then, Cilla, Connor.
Let's go and get your favorite DVD on.
What you doing?
MIMI: What's your favorite?
You better brace yourself.
My mom started in her 40s, went agoraphobic,
then ran away to sea.
No, I've checked it out.
Most women calm down when the drugs kick in.
What, so this is all bollocks, then?
It's going to be sweet, mate.
This gym thing is just a passing phase.
Your grand's going nowhere.
So how was Wilmslow?
Half a million for a bedsit above a chippy?
Who'd want to live in a stuck-up, two-faced, wannabe
shithole like that, anyway?
'Cause I want a smile off a neighbor
who's not afraid of me.
I want to talk to an old man about the weather
instead of him scurrying past to get his snout in his ale.
They smoke and drink there, too, Mom.
Yeah, only menthol cigs and vintage champagne, though, eh?
Their shit don't smell, either.
And it's too far for business.
There's another reason I've asked you for dinner.
Leaving a family in harmony is as important
as any physical legacy.
You two have drifted apart.
There's a way of working together,
appreciating each other more.
I'm retiring.
These hands are to commemorate the toil
endured to create the Mimi Tutton
Academy of Sports Science.
Couple of quid, Frank, for St. Marcy's gym?
Not while you look like a cunt.
There's nobody less likely to donate.
What's fancy dress actually about, eh?
"Nice one, cowboy."
"Nice one, spaceman."
Some straight-going shithouse's fortune for the Labour Club.
Then what for the rest of the night?
You're going to have any kind of conversation
with a knobhead in a pirate hat?
So that's a no, then?
Put me down for a pound when I can look at you.
Contacts, deals, business already in place,
and we get to keep all the earnings.
Who'd have thought Mimi could be so generous?
It's an opportunity to take things in the directions
we've always wanted to.
Or we are now subsidizing that scrawny baghead on our own.
He might step up?
Ah, first day of the rest of our lives, eh?
Equal partner reporting for duty.
It'd be the first decent day's graft you've done in a while.
How's St. Mimi's gymnasium coming along, then?
How do you think?
Making mental decisions when she's off her head on drugs.
Someone should have a quiet word and tell her it's not worth it.
What about the mental decision to give you two the business?
I take it you didn't grow a pair?
WPC Needy?
I told her.
Uh, well, she's not got the message.
Lesson number one, mate.
Feds outside's bad for business!
Hello, stranger.
Beer taste flat because you're missing me?
What are you playing at?
Feels nice to know you're nearby.
People are uncomfortable.
Locals feel safer when a bobby's visible.
Around here it's intimidation.
Is there someone else?
I wouldn't do that.
At least it would make sense.
Look, we're just--
we're too different.
I know there is something else going on.
You're a policewoman, for fuck's sake.
Family pressures can be stressful,
make you behave irrationally.
Shane!
You've got stuff to do.
He never liked me.
Give him my love.
MIMI: Hiya.
Have a good day!
Thank you.
Gives me the horrors, this place.
Bad juju, man.
Improving the facilities might mean the kiddies
have a better experience than you.
Chesney's doing good.
How's the Jockey?
Yeah, people are mad for it.
Oh.
[farting]
[giggling]
How much is that?
[giggling]
It might not happen as quick as we hoped.
It'll take longer than building the Great
Wall of China at this rate.
Nah, look after the pennies.
What's the point in building her hopes up?
Seriously!
Does this mean we can have our grand back now?
Where's the Chatsworth Variety Table when you need it?
Maybe I can be their after dinner speaker, eh?
Yeah, like they' want to listen to stories
about shoveling shit.
Well, is there a reason we can't start one on up?
Have a look, will you?
That lot are on the lookout for handouts as it is.
Hey!
Hey, that's [inaudible] selling the house.
More money for St. Fart's polo ponies?
Nah, not quite. Get on this.
She's donated 50 grand to a donkey sanctuary in Ardwick.
It's not just Wilmslow she does charity for.
If the kiddies of Chatsworth have a state of the art fitness
center, they'll be able to work off
all those Mars bars and chips their parents
feed them for dinner.
They'll never have the opportunities they have
around here, but they should be able to play
PE like anyone else.
And with your help, we can make a difference.
Thank you, Mimi.
A stirring presentation.
Mimi's get-up-and-go enthusiasm could well become a regular
feature of our little gang.
She's thinking of making an offer on my house.
Ooh!
Did you win the lottery?
As worthy a cause as St. Marcy's undoubtedly is,
one of the biggest issues is the number of projects
already in the planning.
The gym will have to wait in line.
Fair enough.
Until when?
Concentrated focus, dinners, auctions--
none of that can be considered before 2018.
Thank you, ladies.
Hot chocolate and ginger snaps.
Got you some vag cream in case it's still itchy.
Jamie and Shane think I've lost the plot.
That's 'cause it's easier for them
to laugh than look in the mirror and admit
they're selfish fucks.
True.
78 quid to go with 3 grand says to me they've got a point.
I'm not going to see that new roof go on in my lifetime.
Even if it's Cilla that's got to cut the ribbon,
you've started something mega here.
The kids of Chatsworth will owe you forever.
If we could bottle and sell your support,
we'd get there in no time.
I just wish there was more I could do.
I wanted to leave something good behind.
Saturday's rollover comes in, I'll
build her a whole new school.
Even better, the Mimi Maguire University of Chatsworth.
Yeah, get in with four Fs and get a caution for smoking weed.
Robbing a bank's easier than the lottery.
Yeah, but it's not worth getting caught.
Jail's easy, you pussy.
Mimi's backhander isn't.
I'm a juvenile, anyway.
I might not have to go jail.
Are you stupid?
Look, don't get too involved with Butch and Sundance
over there.
Robbing anything like that, you're going down.
Hey, Pot Noodles are on aisle 2, mate.
Skins are behind the counter.
You've still got some of them trackers?
Yeah, why?
- Stall this guy. - Why?
Just stall him.
You'll see.
Hey, he's thinking of going to uni, you know.
Oh, which one?
Um, looking for ideas.
Are you taking the piss?
Yeah, I know.
- You're not lying, are you? - No, serious.
That's crazy, that.
Yo, it costs 30 grand to go to uni, you know?
Yeah?
No wonder he needs a part-time job.
- Did you do it? - Yeah, man.
Sweet.
Scouse Macka at 2 o'clock.
10 K of weed, Benchill Dave, for 3,000 Es.
Or was it Scouse Macka at 4 with 3K of weed
and Benchill Dave at 10 with 2,000 diddlies.
Fuck!
How does anyone remember this shit?
What the fuck?
That is not funny.
It was worth a try.
Did you hear any of that?
Like I'd say anything.
It's what turned me on in the first place.
Look, this is not helping your cause.
So I have got one?
No, you haven't!
Just forget about us.
Come on.
When Dad retired, handed the business over to my brother,
he went weird.
Strain on his marriage, readjustments.
Sermons But they worked it out, though.
It's fuck all to do with anything else.
Pressure and denial won't let you access the truth right now.
In time--
Please, just shut the fuck up.
I don't want to end up hating you, OK?
That could never happen.
So go.
That's definitely his car.
There he is!
Bingo.
Jamie and Shane aren't going to be happy about this.
Fuck 'em.
They earn more than ever because Mimi stepped down.
And now they take the piss out of her?
What if he goes to the police?
Oh, right, yeah.
"Excuse me, Mr. Policeman.
Somebody stole all of my cocaine."
This about it, mate.
He might be connected.
Why are you so scared? You're not even going in.
'Cause he might come out.
Ches, just chill out.
Focus.
All right, you ready?
Let's have it.
BILLY: Where's the gear?
I don't know what you're talking about!
10!
9!
8!
Behind the sofa!
I've got it.
[car starting]
Quick, get in!
Go, go, go, go, go!
You've got to admit it's a bit of a coincidence.
You've had hundreds of punters come through that door.
Anyone could've set you up.
On the same day I buy another batch?
I've had 10 years of satisfied customers.
Think I'm going to jeopardize my reputation
for a fucking have key?
Wave bye-bye to that golden goose.
Got some front asking for his money back, though, eh?
Exactly.
What's it got to do with you if he's been taxed?
If he even has.
Someone's had him over.
If not, he deserves an Oscar.
- Sweet that, cuz. - What are you doing?
What?
Think it's You into a real one overnight?
Bad luck to fuck about with 'em.
Right.
It's all there. - Nice one, cuz.
Take it easy, bro.
Not bad for a half an hour's work.
What?
10 grand's a fucking joke.
Well, how else would you shift it, no questions asked?
Bradford, where it's never going to get on top from taxing
your own family's punters.
I find out you're having a drink behind my back--
Trafford Centre for me.
New Air Max colors have just come out.
Wait. I risked life and limb for oner?
I'd have done it for nowt.
Safe.
Rest is for Mimi, for the kiddies.
Just picked this up from the golf club in Wilmslow.
If we're lucky, there'll be enough to get
another bag of cement.
At last!
1 pound 75 to go with the postal order for 50 pence.
Feels heavy.
And you know there's readies round there.
Maybe our first pound coin.
What the fuck?
No way!
See?
What are you doing here?
- Meeting Scouse Macka. - In the Jockey?
2 o'clock.
He might be stuck in traffic.
I'll give him a bell now, actually.
Wythenshawe Daz comes here, Scouse Macka's Lymm services.
What's that?
Up here-- names, dates, figures.
Numpties and dumb cunts who write things down go to jail.
We can't all be Rain Man, can we?
Anyone could find that!
Yeah, so he's going to hang around with 10 key
of weed in the fucking boot.
It's gone straight to answer phone.
Why wouldn't it?
As far as he's concerned, you're nicked,
and that could be the feds setting him up.
If he's at home, he'll answer the landline.
Yeah.
Mom's got that number up there.
- Things are getting slack. - Not now, Benny.
It's easy for you to say.
I've got kids to feed.
You don't like it, you know what you can do.
Oh, it's like that, is it?
You'll never guess how much is here.
Go on.
9,600.
Said it, didn't I?
You did.
Generous as fuck.
Wait, how much?
96.
What you doing?
What?
Think it's turned into a real one overnight?
What you doing?
What?
Think it's turned into a real one overnight?
Women of Wilmslow, you fucking beauts.
This is all very lovely, Mimi, and we appreciate your efforts.
But it won't make any difference.
St. Marcy's still has to take its place in the queue.
Except somebody decided St. Marcy's deserved a push
to the front of that queue.
Getting everyone together is the only way
I know we can make sure our gratitude falls
on the right ears.
There's a feeling people with money hold onto their readies
like a pit bull with a baby.
But deep down, we're all the same.
Some cautious, some off-the-wall generous.
That anonymous donation of nearly 10,000 pounds
is a massive boost.
Money attracts money.
The momentum is truly with us.
Um, whoever it was, the kiddies from our estate
thank you from the bottom of their potless little hearts.
And as a token of our appreciation,
there's drinks and nibbles at our house.
I struggle to believe that one of our girls
put 10,000 pounds into that bucket.
Oh, so do I. Don't you set me off again.
No.
Start you off or not, you can't keep that money.
On about?
I've already ordered the felt for the roof.
There's strict protocol.
It was a Wilmslow branch donation,
and other projects are further along the food chain,
been patient and waited their turn,
like St. Marcy's gym needs to.
Might take me a while to get used to that twisted sense
of humor from round your way.
It may be convenient to ignore our process,
but that is the way we run our civilized little society, Mimi.
Mom!
We've left Scouse Macka with 10 key of weed hidden.
In his boot.
Have you got his home phone number?
Excuse me a moment.
I don't do this anymore.
This is the last time.
I promise.
0151.
Me, me, me, always the drama queen.
Uh, Mimi?
Mimi, can we continue our conversation?
Deeds speak louder than words, Edith.
That money is St. Marcy's.
Extraordinary meeting on the cards next week, ladies.
Seems like an unusual scenario has just pushed its way
to the top of the agenda.
Right, then.
Come along, ladies.
Mimi, what your son just mentioned.
It's been a long time since my university days.
Know what I mean?
Ahh!
Party!
Woo woo!
[MUSIC - ELVIS COSTELLO, "SEVEN DAY WEEKEND"]
Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep.
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streets.
You say Monday's long enough, but this is just the start.
Stamp all over that and it'll still blow your bollocks off.
Best flake in Manchester.
Wednesday's point of no return, when you squandered all you've
earned.
[knocking]
Yo, we smashed it, bro!
- What happened to your eye? - Nothing.
And no one followed.
It's sweet.
Right, get your cousin on the phone.
We want a better price.
It's not down to me.
You don't want to see your mates
get took advantage of, do you?
I'll have a word.
Why am I the one running all over the gaff?
Mom said we're equal partners, yeah?
Jockey's our base.
People like continuity.
I've got to stay here.
It's taken years to build up trust.
Word.
Back room.
Wait here, mate.
That might need stitches.
Somebody was bound to fight back.
Yeah. That's why we didn't bring you.
You know it's not worth it.
I won't feel a thing when I see Mimi's happy face.
What's she going to say about that?
I'll just give her some bullshit story.
Well, the student wasn't lying.
What happened?
Two customers taxed in a week.
Something's fucked up.
What are you looking at me for?
Loose lips sink ships, mate.
It's got to be someone close to home.
Hey, listen.
I don't know what come over me earlier.
Hey, let me buy you all a drink, smooth things over.
You rush in and you're wrong, and you'll never
find out who it really is.
We need proof.
No way!
I bet that's illegal in Wilmslow!
Caught three of them plating each other in the bathroom.
It's looking better.
Let the air get to it.
Do you think Edith's got any say in me joining the club?
No. They vote.
And after last night party, you'll have Edith's chair
as well as her house. - She's a fucking cheeky bitch.
That 10k's St. Marcy's.
If I can raise 13 grand so quick, we'll build a gym.
Then a science block.
The Big donation's just the start.
It's bound to attract others.
The momentum is with us.
Fancy a cup of tea, lad?
Yeah.
Not as friendly as the Chatsworth.
They will be once you get to know them.
What are you actually going to do with your days?
I'll be building the gym.
That's not going to take forever.
I'll take classes.
What, flower arranging?
Like that's going to get your adrenaline pumping.
Tell me the Scouse Macka fiasco was a one-off.
I wish I could.
So they're not grafting in harmony, then?
You've seen Jamie and Shane agree on anything?
Mutual dislike of Billy?
And Jamie's got his doubts about Benny.
That dopey labrador's more loyal to the Maguires
than his own family.
What's he worried about?
Somebody's taxing our punters.
What do you mean?
What I said.
That's never happened to us.
Could be somebody testing the new regime.
[wolf whistles]
Gosh, you're not in Cheshire yet.
Mapped the walk, five minutes away.
I recognize the kid from school.
He's an absolute nugget.
Wear bigger glasses than Lillian.
He could still be connected, though.
You sound like him.
Haven't you learned your lesson?
I can't be late for this ball.
It's five minutes.
It'll be even easier than the student.
Mimi needs these funds, man.
Cool.
Yes!
And that's stopping them, is it?
What am I supposed to do?
Vinny the Red, 0767--
oh god!
What the fuck?
It's OK.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Are you fucking mental?
Whatever it takes to be with you.
Sell my soul and join the dark side.
Partner in life, partner in crime.
This can't carry on.
Now Mimi's left, I appreciate you've got no choice.
You'll never go straight. But that's OK.
I'll leave the police.
You're all that matters.
Never, ever, ever contact me again, OK?
Destiny, my love.
Fuck off!
However long it takes, I'll be there.
Where's the gear?
Where is it?
[whimpering]
Oh fuck!
What's happened?
How do I know?
Let's get out of here. - No.
Go and see what's going on first.
You go and see!
[crying]
What is going on?
Ches, tell me what's going on!
Let's just get out of here.
You have got to be fucking joking.
Billy?
Fucking hell, mate.
I thought I was dead.
You've never been a mate of mine.
Where's Benny?
Benny?
You double-crossed your own family.
Bring us to the brink of war.
Make me doubt those who've been loyal for years.
We're sorry!
Oh, you will be.
With this bally on, I can put a bullet
between your fucking eyes, mate.
How were we to know it was Billy, eh?
Now's probably not the best time to make Mom a widow, yeah?
Ah, she'll get over it.
She's lost plenty close to her already.
Put it on. - Jamie, please.
I'm so--
On!
Shane, tell him!
Jamie, I'm begging you, please.
She's already cuckoo.
This could proper send her under.
There's no way this little fucker's
leaving with just a black eye. - No!
Jamie!
No!
Jamie, stop it!
[hooting and hollering]
No Billy?
Where's Jamie?
Shane? - Why?
What's going on?
Billy's in trouble.
- Stay here. - [crying]
As if things aren't bad enough, eh?
Feds, customs.
Every day, something to stop you earning
a living without one of your own shafting you from behind.
- Please, Jamie! - Paracetamol?
Him
Yeah, it's better than nothing.
Please, think of Mimi!
Pushing you around in a wheelchair will keep her fit!
Please!
[door closing]
Jamie!
Kneecapping my husband?
As if!
It was shitting him up.
This better be good.
He's the one behind the taxing.
That's worse than being a grass!
It was for the gym.
The 10 grand?
Where's the rest?
That's all his cousin would give.
I've still got the last lot.
I'm sorry.
It wasn't one of the girls?
Fuck the gym!
What about this prick?
Compensation. - Why?
Laurel and Hardy here have done you a fucking favor.
Snap you out of your complacency.
Tighten up your security.
Because you're obviously not coping too
fucking well on your own.
Come on, there.
[violently crying]
I know your heart's in the right place.
Jamie and Shane have been disrespectful.
But taxing other grafters is the lowest of the low.
I know.
I'm on it.
And I know those Wilmslow dirty bitches are
a tight-fisted bunch of freeloaders,
but we've give two ton for these tickets, so Mimi
Tutton is going the ball.
[MUSIC - ANDREA BOCELLI, "POR TI VOLARE"]
Hi.
Nice suit, Billy.
Now we're all here, I'd like to say
something more about the recent flaunting of the rules.
Not now, surely?
No time like the present.
And I'm nothing if not efficient.
Excuse me.
Some interesting CCTV footage has recently come to light.
The mystery donor in action.
CROWD: [gasps]
There was never any intention of a kiddies' gym.
Chatsworth's Ma Baker and her fashion-conscious toyboy
use anonymous donations to wash dirty money.
That's not true.
Us gullible fools are all part of the camouflage.
Mimi knew nothing about it.
Don't embarrass yourself further.
It was all my doing because she cared so much.
She'd been on the PTA for months,
donated all her spare time to that school.
Laundering any illicit earnings is unpalatable.
Drug money has the worst possible taste.
CROWD: [murmurs of agreement]
Absolutely.
Fancy a little line, Pru?
Mavis?
Oh, Beryl?
Gone all shy in front of your husband?
Oh, it was different the other night.
Yeah.
Drugs do bring out the worst possible taste.
And you're all the worst kind of hypocrites.
Oh.
Ever seen Pru lick a fanny?
Or Beryl get her fanny licked?
And there's plenty more where that came from.
And you know who you are.
Come on, babe.
Fuck off!
Only time in history a Maguire's gone
voluntarily to the odd lot.
KAREN: Can she even stay in the feds
with a restrainer order against her?
Well, she should've thought of that
before she turned psycho bitch, shouldn't she?
"Keep a distance of 102 feet."
I'm not sure you're worth it.
Piss off.
Get out of it, you fucking weirdo!
MIMI (VOICEOVER): The grass is always greener and all that.
Might not be as potent if your hydroponics aren't up to much,
though.
Try different flavors.
Dabble in a variety of lifestyles.
Venture beyond new horizons.
Add exotic squares to your patchwork quilt of experience.
But not all of us are meant to stray too far or for too long.
Getting something built around here
should never be underestimated.
This has always been about the kiddies,
and the kiddies decided how they wanted the money to be spent.
This is as vital to pupil morale as any new gym.
In many ways, more so.
And it is now, with great pleasure,
that I pronounce Mimi's Tuck Shop officially open!
MIMI (VOICEOVER): And when you return to who you know
and what you know, be sure no resentment lingers.
If people need you, love you, want you around, feed off that.
It's a privilege in itself.
[music playing]
Dickheads!