How About You... Page #3

Yes? Yes?

I Found

Your Earring.

Oh, You Are An Angel.

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Georgia Summers?

That Was

Your Stage Name.

Very Glamorous.

I Suppose "Platt"

Isn't Very...

Darling, Could You

Make Me A Martini?

That's What

I Need.

I Didn't Know You

Were Allowed Alcohol.

We're Not Prisoners.

We Actually Pay

To Be Here,

Bizarrely Enough.

Whisper Of Dry Vermouth.

Shake And Pour,

And Don't Forget

The Olive.

Are You Out

Of Your Mind?

What?

I Could Be

Arrested For This.

Would You Relax?

It's A Tiny Bit

Of Grass,

And It's For Alice.

Oh, Oh! It's

For Alice.

Oh, Silly Me.

Oh, That's

Okay, So...

What... What

Are You Doing?

You Do This Again

And You're Out, Do You Hear?

And If You've

Any More Drugs, Get Rid Of Them.

You Just Don't

Think, Do You?

You Know, If You

Want To Mess Up Your Own Life,

That's Fine.

Just Don't Try

And Drag Me

Down With You.

Yeah, You Don't Need

My Help For That.

Oh, You Always Have

The Smart Answer, Don't You?

It Helps Her

With Her Pain.

She's Dying, Kate.

I Was Trying

To Help Her.

You're Trying

To Get Me Closed Down, You Mean.

This Is

My Premises,

I'll Be Held

Responsible.

These Are Going

Down The Toilet.

Oh, You And

Your F***ing Rules!

Huh...

[ Piano ]

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Yes.

Was That Absolutely

Necessary?

Oh, Tactics, My Darling,

As Our Donald Would Say.

Tactics.

Mammy Always Said You

Were Too Competitive.

[ Quiet Cackle ]

[ Grunt ]

[ Balls Clattering ]

Oops-A-Daisy.

Who's Having Tea?

[ Growling ]

Hazel:

Two Shots To Me.

Oh No, Ellie! You

Totally Distracted Me.

I Was Just About

To Pot The Ball.

Did You Not Think...

God Almighty!

What Are You

Laughing At?

You Stupid

Woman! God!

[ Screaming ]

Jesus Christ, What's

Happened To You?

Jesus, Mary

And Joseph.

Hazel, Let Me

See Your Eyes!

Please! Please,

Let Me See If You're Blinded!

Oh, Thank God!

There's No

Blood, Darling.

Kate:

What Were You Thinking?

Ellie:

It Was An Accident.

Look, I Wasn't Even

Aiming For Hazel,

I Was Aiming

For Heather.

Well, I

Warned You.

So You Can

Pack Your Bags And Leave.

Oh, Come On, Kate.

Look, What Am

I Supposed To Do When I'm Attacked?

Attacked?

By A Woman

Twice Your Age In A Residential Home?

You Let Them Get

Away With Murder.

I've A Business To Run.

Yeah. Well, If You

Ask Me, You're Running It Into The Ground.

Well, I Didn't

Ask You,

And You're Not

Making My Life Any Easier.

I Have A Department

Of Health Inspector

Due Here Soon.

It'll Be Just Great

If Hazel Tells Them

What Happened

To Her Eye.

Staff Attacking

Residents?

It Was Hardly An Attack.

She Didn't Even Need

That F***ing Eye Patch.

I Don't Need

Any More Trouble.

So...

Where Will

You Go?

Look, I'm

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