Tomorrow I Quit

Morning.

Hey Margot.

You forgot to pay the rent last week.

What's going on, eh?

No, I paid last week. Not this week.

So can I give you two weeks next week-

Margot, you've not paid your rent.

What you gonna do about it?

I don't know, what do you want?

Well, we can come to an understanding.

Okay, go ahead.

Right, you can do the cleaning

and the laundry, a bit of cooking, okay?

Yeah. Cool, fine.

Don't be late with your rent next week.

Okay?

I won't.

Okay.

I always heard that French girls slept in the nude.

Must've been a myth, eh?

Anyone here?

Hurry up, I need to piss.

Can you wait for five minutes, Joe?

The floor is wet.

Margot.

Open the door, Margot.

Margot, we need to talk about your rent.

Margot.

Open the door, Margot.

We need to talk about your rent again, Margot.

Margot, open the door now.

I know you're here, open the door now.

I can tell you're in there.

Margot, open the door.

Margot, I'm not angry. Now open the door.

Come on, we just, we need to talk.

Margot, just open the door. Come on, love.

I can get the key, Margo. Hurry up.

Open the door, Margot. I know you're in there.

Open the door now.

Right.

Dusty whore bitch!

I'm gonna fuckin' have ya.

- All that sort of stuff was going on inside him,

it wasn't patently obvious to his parents

you know, that he was suffering to that degree.

What Jimi needed was some very

practical strategies to help him,

and that's what I focused on,

- Two years into it, by the end of it,

when it was at its worst, he'd get in the shower

in the morning to go to...

Hey, it's me.

Hey, hon.

Hey, have um, have you seen my laptop?

No, I haven't seen your laptop.

You know, I thought I left it

in the hall this morning.

- You lost your stuff and you want me to find it?

You can use mine if you want, honey.

No, I need to use mine

because it's got all my documents on it.

I need to send this email like right now.

I don't know where it is.

Have a look in the loo.

Why the fuck would it be in the loo?

- Well, I was watching the Simpsons.

My battery's flat on my one, okay.

We should share things for a change.

Chad.

- What's mine if yours and yours in mine, right?

How was your day?

Did you call the plumber?

Yeah, yeah. It's all sorted.

You all right?

I got a call from mum.

Yeah? And?

- I've told you about my half sister, right?

Yeah, she's a crack head.

What about her?

- Well, it sounds like she's got herself in some trouble.

Mm-hm?

And?

She wants me to help her out.

Right?

So? What does that mean?

It means she wants to come and stay.

Here?

With us?

What?

Why?

She just fucks everything up.

Yes.

She is your sister.

Half sister.

Okay. I'm going for a smoke.

You said you were going to quit.

Yeah, I will. Tomorrow.

- Well, where are you? Why can't you care for her?

Ah, okay, so you go on holiday in the Coromandel

and you leave me to deal with her.

Nice.

Yeah, well, I know that I'm sister,

but she's a fucking mess

and I can't deal with her right now.

Yeah.

Look, I'm on my way to see her now, so it's fine.

Yeah. Love you, too.

Hey, sister!

Hey!

How do you do?

Thanks.

Well you look like shit.

You too.

Are you still the same, aye?

Wow.

So what's going on?

- You know- - No, I don't know.

The last time I saw, you were having a nice night out.

Well, that's what I thought.

Next thing I know,

can't find you, can't find my handbag,

and you have gone off with a crack head.

That was what? About a year ago?

I didn't even know if you were still in the country.

Surprise.

It's okay, sis. I'll get you a new handbag.

Aw, thank you.

They are delicious.

You want a pizza, sister?

So mum called.

What's going on?

What do you want? - I don't want anything.

Like it looks so painful for you.

If it's like that, I'd rather sleep in the streets, okay?

Oh yeah, okay.

You go to sleep in the street.

I'm really going to let you do that,

because I'm such a really big mean sister.

I really need to see you suffer to exist. Huh?

You are such a drama queen.

Okay, you calm down.

All right?

So...

Is it all good?

No.

What?

Ask me.

Ask you what?

Ask me.

If you want to come into my life,

if you want to come into my house and use my things, ask me.

Don't go and ask mum.

Got it?

Carol.

Fuck off.

Okay.

Can I please stay at your place?

Better start.

Can we go now?

I need a shower.

No.

What have you been doing?

Where have you been sleeping? What's going on?

Can we just, like, not do that now?

Please?

You're such a mess.

You always have been.

Please, Carolita.

You've always been such an example for me.

I need you right now.

Please.

Okay. Let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Hey, hey. Do you have a bathtub?

Seriously?

Um...

I'm a bit short today.

Ugh, Margot!

I'll give you money back.

Yeah.

Promise.

Bye, handsome.

That's okay, I can do it.

- Here, let me help you. - No, that's fine.

Do I have to take my shoes off?

No, just leave them on.

- Oh my god, I'm so excited to see your house.

Do you have a dog?

Okay, look just, just calm down, okay?

And just try not to touch anything.

Oh, but things are meant to be touched

otherwise they go away because they get bored.

Oh, that's really poetic.

- Oh, did I tell you about my street poetry teacher?

Oh my god, he is so good.

You'd love him.

Oh, he said that I had a beautiful voice

and that I should sing, but you know me, I'm too shy, so...

And we had this thing going on together for a while