What's going on in there?
Get the fuck out here!
Get out here now!
I'm coming in!
Our worst day could be a blessing in disguise.
There's no point in squeezing your ass after passing wind.
Okay.
Sit down.
And now you're going to listen to me.
Look at me!
Do you have any idea what you've made me go through?
Do you have any idea of the nights I've spent,
tortured by thoughts that you became a street junkie?
Or that you were dead somewhere and I was powerless to help you?
Then out of the blue, her highness calls me in the middle
of the night and tells me to come to this royal apartment!
Was I such a bad mother?
Let's not talk about me, forget about me...
But Maisey?!
She needs you.
What type of mother are you?
You never sent her a single birthday card,
or a Christmas card...
Not even a phone call! Are you listening to me?
But... I'm just so happy that you're alive.
Honey, I've missed you so much.
But now...
You need to help me understand what happened.
Please. Tell me.
I'm so sorry.
Good evening.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
You may call me...
And this...
is my...
Masochist.
I am a piece of dog shit!!!
I'm so sorry. Thank you!
I am truly sorry for you that our paths have crossed.
Though if it's any consolation,
I believe we will make magnificent art together, if only for a moment.
Let's start our show!
Clean that up.
And bring the cage.
Put her in the cage.
Spectacular.
Truly spectacular.
Taiko has immaculate taste.
I approve.
She is worthy.
I am...
These are my make-up tools.
You shall be the heroine of our show tonight.
And this one...
Where should I start?
Let's begin with your pretty face.
But by the end...
I will make it a masterpiece.
Do it.
Enough.
This one's nasty stuff.
I usually use this in the third act...
But you have spirit.
So I'll let you know what happens at the climax.
A prelude...
My sincerest apologies. This is most unprofessional.
Take her to the chair.
But good timing!
For the rehearsal of the perfect show,
I can use her as your understudy.
Let's skip to the last scene.
I'll show you the climax.
So, this is your mother.
I see the resemblance.
Hold her head.
Mothers protect their children to the death.
Cheers, motherfucker.
A fitting end.