Look at me, right?
And look at the Queen.
I was never a fan until it occurred to me how much
me and Ma'am 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 be.
Plus, the pair of us, we've stuck to our guns,
her 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 mine,
you've still got your dickheads in the middle to deal with,
snip, snip, snipping at your benefits.
I mean, she can't not be looking at me and thinking,
"What's your secret, Frank?"
I got shot of my kids yonks back.
Whereas she's yet to see the back of a single one.
Fine! I've had to get out of bed on occasion to make ends meet,
whereas she... she's done the whole thing from a chair.
Oh, and a drink for the lady.
Oh, sure, there's perks. But, look at her lot.
Brian May prancing about on her roof.
Now, look at my lot... we know how to throw a proper fucking paaaarty!
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I remember Liverpool in the '70s, industry menopause.
Shipyards closed, car plants relocated,
last orders for the Scouse nation.
But did we lie down and die? Did we fuck?!
We embraced change and expanded our horizons.
Ended up European City of Culture.
That left behind a proper legacy.
So, moral of the tale... when the menopause kicks in,
what are you going to do?
Lie back and wither? Or rise like a Liver Bird Phoenix?
Why won't you tell us where we're going?
Almost there.
No way! Is that Rooney in that Porsche?
Probably was.
Mr and Mrs Tutton?
Yeah.
Never forget where 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.
D'you think Kirsty would look twice at Chatsworth?
Who'd look at that fat parcel?
Oh, 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?
Be my guest. The courtyard's a delightful suntrap.
Forgive me not showing you round myself.
As usual, I'm up to my neck in charity work.
Muggins at home organising this year's ball.
Sounds impressive.
Secretary for 12 years and never known such a struggle raising funds.
Harsh times means less charity.
And now when you need it more than ever.
Indeed.
St Bart's Year 10 rugby tour to Argentina...
Oh, I've got no change, sorry.
Oh! That'll be fine, thank you.
What time is it?
10 o'clock, sleepyhead. No rush.
You only left an hour ago.
Fancied a cuddle.
It's all right, isn't it?
Eugh!
What's wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Got to do a bit of graft now and again, haven't I?
When you know, you know.
Exactly. It's sending me under, she's so clingy.
Every call-out this side of town,
so she can sneak a little fucking tamper.
Put her out of her misery.
It's finding the right moment, innit?
Well, the longer you leave it, the harder it gets.
Another drink might help.
Did 'em cheap, that's the last 5,000 of Dessie's dodgy e's.
Remind me not to buy even a paracetamol off that gimp.
If it's over, no talk about taking a break, dragging it out,
make it clean and quick.
I'm doing it, I'm doing it.
She's going on about a rugby trip to South America,
and St Marcy's 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 re-build the gym. - Mimi!
Oh, calm down. I'm "changing".
Changing? In what way?
Oh, you don't want to be a man, do you?!
It's a woman-only issue.
Menopause... early. But that doesn't matter.
I'm taking control of my life, making a difference to others.
Watch me roar.
Listen, er, we need to talk.
It's bad manners when your mouth's full.
Dessert is going to blow your mind.
Wilmslow's a bit far, though, remember that wine bar?
Oh, yeah, full of divorcee losers trying too hard.
I think it's mint. Full of readies,
fourbies, Bentleys, Ferraris...
Yeah, driven by Wags who'd struggle with a Clio.
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 off for a burger.
What are they?
Trackers. It's like James Bond, innit?
Should use one on her in case she's out noshing someone else.
Marry me?
What?
Marry me!
I can't.
Of course you can.
It doesn't have to be a fancy...
I don't want to be with you any more.
What do you mean?
It's over.
What is?
Us.
Why?
I'm sorry.
Maybe you 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?
Don't you like fucking me?
All day. It's not enough to sustain a relationship.
Said the pages of Cosmopolitan.
I still feel the same after.
Patronising prick.
Look, I've got some stuff to sort.
It's probably best if you're gone by the time I get back.
I'd be crying off sick every week if I had to do PE in that dump.
Er, 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.
Doesn't mean you want to rebuild it, though.
Why's Benny bringing students back here?
Possible gold mine, there's more 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.
Bonus.
Appreciated.
You collecting off Coggsy tomorrow?
Big Mark's two weeks behind.
Take care of both, yeah?
With pleasure.
Who scored?
Short-arse, thatch-weave, dumpy little fucking Mickey Mouser.
Oi! Rooney's my hero.
He'll be paying you 40 quid to hang out of 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?
Cos all the little scrotes will tag it and burn it on Bonfire Night.
I think a new gym's a great idea.
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.
Yep, we will too.
The kiddies'll appreciate that.
Come on, then, Cilla, Connor, let's go and get your favourite DVD on.
What are you doing?
What's your favourite?
You'd better brace yourself. My mam started in her 40s,
went agoraphobic then ran away to sea.
I've checked it out. Most women calm down when the drugs kick in.
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?
Cos I want a smile off a neighbour 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 and his ale.
They smoke and drink there too, Mam.
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, 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 40th in 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?
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're now subsidising that scrawny baghead on our own.
He might step up?
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!
Well, she's not got the message?
Lesson number one, mate. Feds outside's bad for business.
Hello, stranger. Beer taste flat cos you're missing me?
What are you playing at?
It feels nice to know you're nearby.
People are uncomfortable.
Locals feel safer when a bobby's visible.
Round 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's 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.
Hiya. Have a good day!
Thank you, 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.
How much is that?
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?
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 shovelling shit.
Well, is there a reason we can't start one up?
Have a look, will you?
That lot are on the lookout for handouts as it is.
Hey! Hey, that's thingy. 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 centre,
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 round here,
but they should be able to play PE like anyone else.
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.
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.
I got you some vag cream in case it's still itchy.
Jamie and Shane think I've lost the plot.
That's cos it's easier for them to laugh than look in the mirror
and admit they're selfish fucks.
True...
but 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 for ever.
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 F's 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 juvenile anyway - wouldn't have to go to jail.
Are you stupid?!
Look, don't get too involved with Butch and Sundance over there.
Robbing anything like that, you're going down.
Eh, Pot Noodles are in aisle two, mate, skins behind the counter.
Still got some of them trackers?
Yeah, why?
Stall this guy.
Why?
Just stall him.
Eh, he's thinking of going to uni, you know?
Which one?
Er... looking for ideas.
Are you taking the piss?
Yeah, I know.
Not lying, are you?
No, I'm serious.
That's crazy, that.
Yo, it costs 30 grand just 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 two o'clock - ten K of weed,
Benchill Dave, four. Three thousand Es...
Or was it Scouse Macka at four with three K of weed
and Benchill Dave at ten with 2,000 diddlys?!
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.
That'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, c'mon.
When Dad retired, handed the business to my brother,
he went weird - strain on his marriage, readjustment.
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. Shut the fuck up. I don't want to end up hating you, OK?
That can 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 cos 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 my cocaine."
Think about it, mate.
He might be connected?
Why are you so scared? You're not even going in?
Cos they might come out?
Ches, just chill out. Focus. Right, you ready?
Let's have it.
Where's the gear?!
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ten, nine, eight...
Behind the sofa!
I've got it.
Quick, get in!
Go, go, go, go!
You have to admit it's a bit of a coincidence.
You've had hundreds of punters go through that door!
Anyone could have set you up.
On the same day I buy another batch?
I've had ten years of satisfied customers.
Think I'm going to jeopardise my reputation for a fucking half 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.
What you doing?!
What? Think it's turned into a real one overnight?
Bad luck to fuck about with them.
Right, it's all there. Nice one, cuz.
See you later.
Not bad for half an hour's work.
You what? Ten grand's a fucking joke.
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 colours have just come out.
Wait - I risk life and limb for a oner?
I'd have done it for nowt.
Safe!
The 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! £1.75
to go with the postal order for 50p.
Look - 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?!
Two o'clock. Might be stuck in traffic, I'll give him a bell now.
Wythenshawe Daz comes here, Scouse Macka's Lymm Services.
What's that?
Up here. Names, dates, figures.
Numptys 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 ten key of weed in the fucking boot.
It's gone straight to answer phone.
Why wouldn't he? As far as he's concerned you're nicked.
That could be the feds setting him up.
If he's at home he'll answer his land line.
Yeah. Mam'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. I said it, didn't I?
You did.
Generous as fuck.
Wait, how much?
Nine six.
What you doing?
What?
Think it's turned into a real one overnight?
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
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
is a massive boost.
Money attracts money and the momentum is truly with us.
And, 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
into that bucket?
So do I. Don't, you'll 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 the twisted sense of humour from round your way.
It may be convenient to ignore our process,
but that is the way we run our civilised little society, Mimi.
Mam! Mam!
We've left Scouse Macka with ten kilo of weed...
..in his boot.
Have you got his home phone number?
Excuse me a moment.
I don't do this any more!
This is the last time, I promise.
0151...
Me, me, me. Always the drama queen!
Mimi? 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?
Aahh!
Party!
You can stamp all over that and it'll still blow your bollocks off.
Best flake in Manchester.
We smashed it, bro!
What happened to your eye?!
Nothing, and no-one followed, it's sweet.
Right, get your cousin on the phone. And 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?
Mam said we're equal partners, yeah?
The Jockey's our base. People like continuity, I've gotta stay here.
It's taken years to build up trust.
A word.
Back room.
Wait here, mate.
Might need stitches.
Look, 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 gotta 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?
Then you'll never find out who it really is. We need proof.
No way! I bet that's illegal in Wilmslow.
I 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's 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.
That big donation's just the start, it's bound to attract others.
The momentum is with us.
Fancy a cuppa 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?
You're not in Cheshire yet.
Mapley Walk. Five minutes away. I recognised the kid.
He's a absolute nugget. Wears bigger glasses than Lillian.
- He could still be connected though. - You sound like him.
- Haven't you learnt your lesson? - I can't be late for this ball.
It's five minutes. He'll be even easier than the student.
Mimi needs these funds, man.
Come on. Yess!
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 is it?!
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!
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.
Never been a mate of mine.
Where's Benny?
Benny?
You? Double crossing your own family?
Bring us to the brink of war?
Make me doubt those that've been loyal for years?
We're sorry...
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 Mam a widow.
No, she'll get over it. She's lost plenty close to her already.
Put it on.
Jamie, please...
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, no, Jamie, no!
No Billy?
Where's Jamie? Shane?
Why, what's going on?
Billy's in trouble!
Stay here.
As if things aren't hard 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?
Yeah. Better than nothing.
Please... Think of Mimi.
Pushing you around in a wheelchair will keep her fit.
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 ten 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 favour.
Snap you out of your complacency, tighten up your security.
Cos you're obviously not coping too fucking well on your own.
Come on.
I know your heart's in the right place, and 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 free-loaders, but we've give two ton for these tickets
so Mimi Tutton is going the ball...
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.
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 cos she cared so much.
She's 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.
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.
C'mon, babe.
Fuck off!
The only time, in history,
a Maguire's gone voluntarily to the odd lot.
Can she even stay in the feds with a restraining order against her?
Well, she should have 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!
'The grass is always greener and all that.
'Might not be as potent if your hydroponics aren't up to much, though.
'Try different flavours.
'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 round 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!
'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.'
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Dickheads!