很极度的一部电影

瞩望看过现在的你,会对明天的生存有区别的主见

Oh, fuck me.

《阳光小美丽的女孩子》,三朝放假宅在家里看的摄像之一,很极其的一部电影,今后与你们分享。

You missed it, didn’t you? This is what happened.

纯属不要被电影的名字吸引,这不是一部青娥心泛滥的青春片,而是一部顶着青娥心的帽子,发轫很无聊,中间很恶搞,但实则一直在讽刺和折射生活的另类励志片。

Get your shit together, will ya? I own two commercial properties.

一旦你只看见到了电影的前10分钟,你相对会感觉那是贰个卓越的主题材料家庭,除了无私的老母和天真的奥利弗,每种人都有病,老爸沉迷成功学,张口闭口都以些令人讨厌的大道理,二伯是个gay,爱情、工作双失意还自杀未能如愿,外祖父有点像个老流氓,语言污秽不堪,还吸毒,二弟实现读飞行学院梦想的首先步依旧是用“发哑誓”跟亲戚对抗……

I would like to get this one off my hands.

唯独,请相信自个儿,假诺你耐着性格看完,将是一丝一毫不均等的感触。

Can you do $350,000? I could probably get a loan for that much.

因为,他们很实在。因为,真实的生活当然就是充满了各个糟心事的,它实际不是影视文章,未有那么多的风花雪月。

– Good.

莫非不是吗?大家的亲朋基友,大家血脉相连的妻儿,也不一连可爱可亲的,纵然是面临最爱的人,你们生气吵起架来,也或然有那么一须臾间,抄起家伙就向对方砸过去了……

– But the building’s not worth more than $250,000.

只因为,我们是人,不是神。

(ROCK MUSIC) The adoption papers thing, pretty tricky stuff.

摄像开首的一段话就奠定了基调,阿爸Richard说世界上唯有三种人,输家和赢家,存在于你们每一种人的心尖,深深地藏在您的内心深处中,有个等待被唤起的赢家。Winner
and
loser,是United States知识中很入眼的八个单词,正确地正是美利哥资本主义社会过分统一的历史观的折射,反正不是失利者正是赢家。

You didn’t know the difference between adoption forms and sales
documents.

但是,在当今的中华也不例外,男神和土冒这两类词汇的盛行就是最佳的求证。

Wordy stuff confuses me, and it’s not the same.

类似整个社会都更加的有默契了,大家心之所往和眼光所及都以金钱、名誉、地位,每一个人都渴盼成功,渴望获得达成自己价值,渴望得到社会的确认,那有错吗?那并从未错,各样人都想有所一个越来越好的人生。

And taking our bar is way worse than being stupid, it’s cunty.

而是,不是每一位生下来就可知占尽天时、地利、人和,不是每一人皆有丰裕的禀赋,又都充足艰辛,那假设努力了还不曾结果如何是好?如若穷极一生都得不到您最想要的那个该咋办?

I hate AA, I think it’s fucking stupid, but I went.

你有未有问过自个儿,后天您好像最想要的这一个东西,真的是你最想要的,还只是您以为你想要的,亦大概,这是外人都想要的,所以您才会想要?

You really want to stop drinking? – I mean, do you really want to? –
Yes.

你有未有真正认真地思考过成功和挫败的概念?

I hope I see you at the next meeting.

打响正是获得了您想要的?实现了那三个让你难以忘怀的靶子?失利就是从未高达你最先想到达的分外终点?那么,进程吧?中间的进程又到底什么吧?

I’m getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.

你有未有想过,假若你欣赏做一件事情,你日往月来的持之以恒,把它完毕了极其,那也是一种成功?即便那样的功成名就,可能并未能给你带去金钱或地点上的提高。

You should come.

你有未有想过,在你人生中经历的每一年,每10月,每一11月,都有人爱,有事做,有所期待也是一种成功?因为你的心,它不是残缺的,它是腰缠万贯的,它骨血真实。

Come with you to Mexico? Fuck you, Gallagher.

本身想,生活不是唯有输和赢。

Monica? Come on.

当有一天,无论那么些世界什么运转,无论社会的主流价值种类是哪些创设的,我们都能守住本身心灵的那一份平和,都不忘却自身的初心,小编想,那才是最大的打响。

Come on, open your eyes.

再正是,罗曼 罗兰不是说了:“世上独有一种英豪主义,正是在认清生活的本色之后依旧热爱生活。”

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.

在小编心目,生活的庐山真面目就是,对各种人的话,生活的答案都以四种多样的。不要让太多外在的成分,限定了你的生活,你值得全部更多的大概。

Sir? Shit if I know, son.

聊起底,附上电影里的优良台词

Move it.

01

– (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.

I like a woman with meat on her bones.我喜欢有一点点肉感的家庭妇女。

Carl? Called the school, said they’re gonna try to get him on a train
tonight.

02

(SIGHS) (LIP) She look dead to you? Uh, I only saw her for a second when
they were putting her in the ambulance.

Luck is the name losers give to their own
failings.运气是失败的人给他们战败取的贰个名字。

She shit herself? People shit themselves when they die.

03

That’s why they put diapers on psycho killers before they give ’em the
lethal injection.

It’s about wanting to win, willing yourself
towin.这是有关想要获得,想要让你和谐获得胜利。

I touched her when they put her in the ambulance.

04

She was still warm.

A real loser is somebody that’s so afraid of not winning, they don’t
even try. 一个真正退步的人正是诚惶诚恐不成事的人,他们根本都不敢尝试。

Could have still been dead.

05

Body only loses a couple degrees of heat an hour after you kick it.

世界上只有三种人

Really? Lots of things in the body are still alive.

There are two kinds of people in this world: winners and losers. Inside
each and every one of you, at the very core of your being, is the winner
waiting to be awakened and unleashed upon the
world.世界上有两种人:赢家跟输家,存在于你们各种人心中,深深藏在你的内心深处中,有个等待被提醒的胜利者。

Hair, the skin, the nails, all the bacteria in your guts.

06

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.

奥利弗,作者以你为荣

Kev.

Whatever happens, you tried to do something on your own, which is more
than most people ever do and I include myself in that category. You took
a big chance. That took guts, and I’m proud of you.

What? Gallagher? (SIGHS) Yeah.

随意结果什么,你尝试走出团结的路,做得已经比大多数人好了,包罗自个儿要好。你抓住时机、还拿出了勇气,笔者以你为荣。

Dr.

07

Caughey.

Sarcasm is losers trying to bring winners downto their level.
讽刺正是没戏的人策画将那么些成功的人降级到她们的身价。

Monica your mother? Yeah.

08 

Um, Fiona.

本身最欢跃的一段,也是个人以为电影里最出彩的一段独白

– Philip and Debbie.

Dwayne: Sometimes I just wish I could goto sleep till I was 18 and skip
all this crap— high school and everything—just skip it.

– Hi.

德维恩:不时本身希望本身能一觉睡到18岁,躲过这个没用的高级中学,还大概有任何任何,通通躲过

Your mother came in unresponsive.

Frank: You know Marcel Proust?

We made every attempt to revive her but we were unsuccessful.

Frank:你知道桃园尔·普Russ特吗?

So she’s dead? Yes.

Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach.

Drug overdose? No, uh, she died from a massive cerebral hemorrhage.

德维恩:你讲明正是讲的可怜人吧?

A blood vessel in her brain burst.

Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never

Would you like to see her? I would.

had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a

Okay, sure.

book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer
since

Give us a few minutes and we’ll bring you back.

Shakespeare. Anyway, he, uh… he gets down to the end of his life and he
looks

Where’s Frank? Outside still, I think.

back and decides that all those years he suffered… Those were the best
years of

I’ll go get him.

his life, ‘cause they made him who he was. All the years he was happy?
You

No, I-I’ll do it.

know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re
18…

(SIREN BLARING IN THE DISTANCE) Jesus, it’s freezing out here.

ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean, high school? High
school… Those

She died, Frank.

are your prime suffering years. Youdon’t get better suffering than that.

They said that we can go in and see her, say good-bye.

是的。法兰西共和国史学家,彻彻底底的战败者。一直不曾过一份真正的工作。得不到回报的单相思。同性恋。花了20年写一本书,却大致从未人读。但她也说不定是Shakespeare之后最光辉的女诗人,不管怎么样,额,他到了性命的末尾时刻,他回首以前的事,审视从前全数难受的时刻,认为痛苦的日子才是她生命中最棒的光阴,因为那几个日子营造了她。那么些高兴的理念呢?你精通呀,深透忘记了,什么都未有学到。所以,假诺你一觉睡到18岁的话,啊,想想你该错过多少伤心啊。高级中学?作者说高级中学不过大好的悲苦时刻。你再也找不到更难忍受的小日子了。

They’re gonna send someone to talk to us about what we want to do with
her body.

Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beautycontests. Life is one fucking beauty
contest after another. You know, school,then college, then work? Fuck
that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I wannafly, I’ll find a way to
fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.

Did Monica ever talk about what she might want? Come on.

德维恩:你知道吧?操他妈的选美会。人生就疑似一个随之贰个的选美会。你明白,高中、大学、工作,靠!还应该有,操他妈的宇宙航行大学,若是本人想飞,小编会想艺术飞的。做你想做的,不用管别的的事。

Let’s go say good-bye.

Frank: I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne.You’re not nearly as stupid
as you look.

Frank.

Frank:很欢腾,你又起来讲话了,德维恩。你并不像你看起来那么蠢。

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC) (DEBBIE) All right, I’m taking Franny up to bed.

p.s. 《阳光小美丽的女子》网盘地址:http://pan.baidu.com/s/1i3UIlM1

(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

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