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(upbeat music)

- Cheers, mate.

(car horn honks)

Hello, how are you doing?

- I'm good, how are you?
- I'm good, yeah.

I need to get this inside.

- [George] Hi, everyone.

We gonna rehearse at the top
of the show in 20 minutes.

Please let Danny
and Deepak know.

That's 20 minutes in TV one.

- (sighs)
- Thanks very much.

- What the fuck!

Oi! Rioja?

- Do I look like
Antonio Banderas?
- Danny!

- Give me a couple more,
and get me something
Argentinian.

Don't look at her,
she's not Mom.

Cheryl won't let me see
my boy again, I know it.

One thing, keep her and the boy
out of the press.

I promised her!

- We can fix this.

- Fix it? Fix it?

It's happened, Robyn.

These papers are being printed.

Semi-retired codgers
are gonna be driving them

up and down the country
in their Renault KANGOOs

so the nation can enjoy
my fucking breakdown

with a Sunday morning crumpets.

It exists.

It's solid.

It's matter.

- Hey, Danny!

Take it easy.

- I need a line.

- Danny!

Danny!
Hey, you can't do that here.

What if someone sees you?

- What, what?
What are they gonna do?

Go to the papers?
(laughs)

Hey, come on!

Bring it on,
on you dumb bastards!

- Get a load of this.
- Get down!

- Sit.
- (panting)

- I fucked it.

I fucked it.

- Okay, Danny...

I know that it may feel like

the house is falling down
right now, but...

sometimes we need that
so that we can rebuild

on the foundations.

(deep breaths)

- It was him.
- What?

- Deepak did this.

- What do you mean?

- He's the only one that knew.

The little cock-nosed wombat.

Yeah, he's making a play.

He's jealous.

Yeah, he's jealous.

He's jealous of me

because everyone likes me

because I've got the charm.

Yeah, yeah.
What he doesn't realize--

He thinks he's Billy big balls,

but what he doesn't know
is that nobody likes
Ernie Weiss.

You take the funny man away

and you're just left
with a boring wally.

Yeah, you can't have
Kenan without Kel.

You can't have
Cannon without Ball.

You can't have one Ronnie.

- Calm down.

Yeah, nobody wants
the Olsen sister,

they want the Olsen twins.

Yeah, except for Elizabeth Olsen

but that's a different thing.

He'll never be Elizabeth Olsen.

- I'm gonna kill him, the prick.
- No, Danny!

- Hey!
- Get off.

- Get inside.

- No!
- Calm down.

Why are you so strong?

(cries out)

Saggy baggy bullet bags!

Help me!

(cackling)

(whimpering)

- Oh, shut up!
- (mumbles)

- What are you doing?
What's that?

- You're gonna calm down
and let me handle this.

Don't fucking move.

- Sounded like it went well.

- You, stay here.

Don't let him leave.
Where's Deepak?

- He's got this pious
"I told you so" thing
going on.

I think part of him is relieved
that the world's finally gets

to see the darling
he needs to work with,

which I get because
it's a fucking nightmare

being partners with an addict.

Sorry, I didn't mean you.

- Don't tell me you don't have
a choice to run it.

- I take it Caroline's here.

- I thought she was setting
up mission control downstairs.

- Fine! Then I won't have
a choice

when I nail your ears
to the front of a dirt bike

and ride you face-first
through a field
of un-detonated shit mines.

- Fuck!
- What's the temperature?

- Catastrophic climate change.

She's raging at Reese
for pulling this shit.

- You haven't heard anything
from her, have you?

- Reese?

No. Why would I?

- Have you got that
deceitful monster
on the phone yet?

- She's not picking up.

- I'm going to break
into a sperm bank

and forcibly impregnate
her with a fire hose

just so I can
murder her children.

(clatters)

We had a deal!

I want to know
who her source is

and how in the name
of Dame Maggie Smith's
bleached asshole,

we did not know about it.

- Danny's status?
- Not great.

- He's flying over
the cuckoos nest.
- I'm not surprised.

Within 24 hours,
the nation's going to be reading

about the adventures
of Danny Davis
and his "Wee Willy Winkie"

whilst taking
their Sabbath morning dumps.

- So, what's the plan?
- Well, I spoke with
the channel controller,

and they have pulled
him from the show.

- Really?
- They can't take a risk of
him having a meltdown on air.

And I think Danny,
he is on his ninth life.

- What about Deepak?

- Deepak...

will be presenting
with Ashley Dylan.

- The warmup girl?
- Yes, it's all sort of
a reduction.

She's green,
but she's got charm.

Either way, her profile
will rocket after this

so we need her locked in.

Bell, Bell, Bell,
go pick this...

Also, I want you to write Deepak

a heartfelt statement
for the top of the show.

Ride the, um, male
mental health angle hard.

Eve, he's yours.

- I was just heading over
there to check on him now.

- Oh, are you waiting
for your Uber?

- Go!
- Jenny from
Sky News is on hold.

- Warm and genial or Jenny
with the gay husband?
- Gay husband.

- I want you to talk to Reese.
- She wouldn't listen to me.

- Make her. Hi, Jenny.
- (phone rings)

Thanks calling back.
How's things with Fabian?

Ouch!

Mm-hmm.

- You can not call me, say.

- You need to tell
Caroline to back off.

She keeps leaving
these angry voicemails.

She makes Alec Baldwin
sound like a Buddhist monk.

- You haven't told her when
I stayed over at yours,
have you?

- Well, I did post this
cute picture of you asleep,

but I only posted
it to close friends.

- I'm serious.
If this comes back to me--
- Chill the hell out, Robyn.

- I'm a journalist.
We have anonymous sources.

- Why are you calling me?
- I want an exclusive
with Danny.

- What! Caroline is never
gonna go for that.

You just stabbed her
in the back,

and now you want us
to give you an exclusive?

- No, you just stabbed her
in the back.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

- Robyn! I've been looking
for you everywhere.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. I, um...

I need you to draft a speech
for Deepak for the beginning
of the show.

- Me?
- Yeah, just the draft.
I'll prep and proof.

But there's stuff
I needed to do.

It needs to say that
with great regret

that Danny will not be appearing
on tonight's show,

and then over the next few days,

there will be some revelations
on the press,

that he's seeking treatment
because he doesn't want
his personal issues

to get in the way
of your entertainment,

insert joke here,
blah, blah, blah,

something about forgiveness,
love,

friendship, poor Danny,
poor Deepak,

big finish, standing ovation,
got it?

- No, not really.
- And I need you to get
Ashley Dylan to assign this.

- Ashley Dylan, the comedian?
- Yeah, she's co-presenting

and Caroline wants
her on the books.

- Counting on you.
- (phone rings)

I have to take this.

Ruth!

Oh my God, thank you
so much for calling me back.

- Rob, it's me.

- Mark!

Can you put Ruth
on the phone, please?

- I'm afraid she doesn't
want to talk to you, Rob.

I'm just ringing to say,

I'll drop your stuff off
at your office on Monday.

- Mark, put Ruth on the phone.

- She's not gonna speak
to you, I'm sorry.

- Oh, what?
So, she's forgiving you, then?

She can let you back in,
but she can't forgive
her own sister?

- Because you've
made one mistake

and you've spent the last
three months regretting it.

- I think because,
I made a mistake

and I've spent every
moment since that mistake

trying to make up for it.

- Whilst she just
makes a mistake and
then another mistake,

and they just get bigger
and bigger and bigger.

- And unfortunately
when you make a mistake,

you tend to follow
it up with another

and another and another
and it just keeps going
on and on.

- And then when you do
finally forgive her,

she just reoffends.

- Look, I think essentially
what I'm trying to say

is that forgiveness
doesn't seem to help you.

It just lets you go on and on.

- Okay, I know I fucked up.

I have a problem.

- You do,
and you have my sympathy,

but you have got to fix it,

because it is hurting people.

- It's hurting Ruth...
- Hey, do not, don't.

But there's a bigger picture,
Rob, here that we have
to consider.

We cannot allow volatility
into our children's lives.

It'll screw them up.

You know that more than anyone.

- Ruth, please,

please can you hear me?

Ruth, honey, please,
just speak to me.

- Your sister, loves you more
than you can imagine...

more than she'll ever love me,

but she can't have you
in her life, not like this.

- Ruth, please.
(sobs)

- It's gonna break her heart,
Rob.

This is on you, it's not on her.

And I'm begging you,
if you do love her,

you will not contact her
unless she could guarantee

that you won't
let her down again.

I'm rooting for you, Robyn.

I really am.

- (sobs)
- (beeps)

- (knocks)
- Come in.

- Hi, ya!

I'm Melody.

I hear that you are
co-presenting today.

- (sighs) Jesus!
I haven't presented
a full show before.

I'm absolutely dropping
me donuts here.

I've been shaking like a cat,
crapping an avocado stone.

So what do you do, Melody?

- Well, I am actually
part of MPPR.

We represent Danny and Deepak.

- What are you doing
here talking to me?

Shouldn't you be
manning the lifeboats?

- No, actually,
I was just wondering

if you had anyone
looking after your PR.

- Me? I had to get
the boss here, Melody.

I can only afford
single ply toilet paper.

I do not have anyone
looking after my PR.

- Well, I think maybe,

in light of everything,
you might wanna

think about having someone
to look after your interests.

- And is that what
you want to do, Melody,

look after my interests?

I...

Okay, um...

I saw you performing
at the Edinburgh Festival,

it was in a wine bar,

like six people
on the Free Fringe,

and you made me laugh
so hard that I farted

and I had to tell the guy
that I was on a date with that

it was just a squeaky chair.

- I'm very sorry about that.
(chuckles)

- You've got more
fun in your bones

than both of those clowns
out there.

This is a real opportunity
for you.

We both know these stupid
straight white guys

are just gonna fuck fondle

full power their
way out of a job.

And when they do,
which they will,

we need people like you
in the wings waiting
to capitalize.

We can make sure that you're
at the front of the queue.

- What do you cost?

- First three months
we work for free

and then once we've
tripled your earnings,

we'll talk about fees.

- Ooh, I like your confidence.

I've got to say, Melody,
that was one hell of a speech.

I feel like I'm
in Wolf of Wall Street.

I wanna go out and punch
a door for something.

- Excellent!

Right, I'm gonna leave you
to prepare.

Hopefully we'll be working
together again very soon.

- Yeah. I certainly hope so.

Here!

What happened to your nose?

- Ooh, it's just a spot.

(chuckles)

Do you know what?
Actually, no, it's not.
It's not just a spot.

I got my nose pierced
a week ago and I panicked,

so I've just been wearing
this plaster on it ever since.

- Show. Come on, Melody,

you're gonna have
to rip off the Band-Aid

both literally and figuratively.

I love it.

- Really?
- I do.

Stop walking around like
you've been punched in the nose,

and wear it with pride.

You are cool.

You are hard,

you will a Baked Alaska.

- Okay, thanks.

Break a leg.

- (chuckles)
- (rock music)

- Eve, relax.
This is Danny's mental health
we're talking about.

Look, all I want is for
my friend to get better.

It's all the masters, right?

- Where's the teabag?
- Took it out.

- You took it out?
Why would you take it out?

Get the fuck out of here!
No, no no! Leave the tea!

- I want tea!
- Okay.

Have you heard from
the channel head yet?
Does it affect our contracts?

'Cause the contract
refers to us both

and I'd like to know
if one of us breaches,
does it void it for the pair.

- There you are.
Where the hell is everyone?

Okay, so, I need to start
talking through the set pieces.

- Yeah, I've just signed up

to a fixed-rate,
five-year mortgage,
digging into my basement,

- got a resistance pool.
- How nice.

We just had a three
and a half year legal battle

with the drummer
from Def Leppard
to get that pool

I had let them
build a driving range.

He's got one arm, how does
he even hold a golf club.

- Darling, I really need you
to focus.

Danny's not going
to be doing the show.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah, excuse me?

- The whole bloody time,
I've been saying Deepak

should be doing this
on his own for enough time.

Haven't I been
saying that, Deepak?

- He's not doing the show?
- He's a liability.

He just relies on Deepak
to do all the hard work,

- while he's off at the club
hanging out with strippers

and getting women
to blow cocaine
up his ass with a straw.

- (clears throat)
- What? You told me

he got a girl to blow cocaine
up his ass with a straw.

- And I told you
that in confidence.

Can we just rewind a second?

Danny's not doing the show,
at all?

- No.
Ashley Dylan's gonna do it.

- What!
- Ashley Dylan?

- Is she even funny?
- Oh, she is great.

- Have you not seen her?
- Oh wait, no, no, no, no, wait!

Mine and Danny's energy
is a very much boy-on-boy
chemistry.

We have a very laddy, cheeky,
chappy boys, next door thing
going on.

- Girls can live next door.
- Girls aren't funny.

- Huh?
- Sorry, I don't...

Don't tweet that.
I didn't mean.

What I meant was,
on the whole,

the general public
doesn't find girls funny.

That's what I meant.

- Sure. That's much better.

Look, Ashley's great.
We have a script.

You just need to make sure
you get through the show
without any major meltdown.

(rustles)

- I'm sorry, dear.
Who actually are you again?

'Cause I'm George,
I'm the director,
I'm running the show,

and this is the first
I'm hearing about it.

So maybe you could tell me
who's making these decisions.

- I'm Eve. We look after
Danny and Deepak's PR.

- PR?
- Right.

So we're employed
by them and the network,

so that's essentially,
yes, your boss' boss' boss,

to make sure that they remain
the unstoppable moneymaking
presenting duo

that bring in 75% of this
channel's advertising revenue.

Oh, and keep shit-kickers
like you in a job.

Yeah.

- I'm not sure about this.

- Danny is in no fit state
to present a TV show.

- I've seen him present four
hours of children's television

on a gram and half of ketamine,
the man's a machine.

- Why can't he just do
the show on his own, huh?

- Anyone's hot?
- Eve, have you seen Melody?

I haven't seen
her since earlier.

What happened to your face?
Did a pollen bomb go off?

- Where is Danny,
have you seen him?

- Yeah, he's in his room.
He's feeling a little stressed.

- He's stressed?
Of course he is.

Classic Danny fucking Davis.

He's stressed 'cause
I've got to go out there

and present a show live
to nine million people
without him.

Excuse me, excuse me.

- (vomits)
- (sighs)

- He fine.
He always does this.

It's good luck.

- Could we get a runner
in there, please?

It needs sorting out,
'cause I threw up
in the sink.

I don't know why
I threw up in the sink,

'cause there's a toilet
right next to it.

- Okay, Deepak, dude, you gotta

- get your shit together.
- Yeah.

- You got this, okay?
- Okay.

- We'll sort the
sink Deepak, okay?

Just, have yourself
a little sit down.

Get yourself together.

- Hey look, if he does
do the show on his own,

does that mean he
gets paid more?

- Can I steal a cigarettes?

- Back on the hot stuff, eh?

- Is Deepak gonna be okay?

- (sighs) He's gonna have to be.

(slight laughs)

So, turns out you were right.

Gabriel is as much of
a pro tool as all the others.

- I know, right?

- Handsome sexy billionaire

turns out to actually
be a massive dick.

- I don't actually enjoy being
right about these things.

- Well, I know that's a lie.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Are you?

- Oh, there's Melody.

- Did you and Ruth
work things out?

- Yep, all sorted.

- Oh, see?
What did I tell you?

Sisters, you'll
always work it out.

- Melody!

Hey, you finish
Deepak's statement?

- I thought you were doing that.
- I'm just a bit stuck.

- What's the matter with you?

You look like you've
been caught masturbating

- over your
brother's baby album.
- I'm just working.

- Why are you
covering your face?
- I'm not.

- Why are you holding
your laptop like that?

- I'm reading.

- What in Tina Turner's
tiny tits

has happened to your nose?

- Is that a piercing?

- Is that Winnie-the-Pooh
getting a neck tattoo?

(sarcastic laughs)

- Okay guys, come on.
What have you got so far?

- Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
- Is that it?

- Well, I tried a bunch
of other stuff and it
all sounded disingenuous.

- It's disingenuous.
You're a 25-year-old
Scottish girl

writing a heartfelt
speech on behalf of a

37-year-old half-Pakistani
male TV presenter.

We are disingenuous.

- You can't spell unscrupulous,
without a P and an R.

- (slight laughs)
- Very clever.

- Yes, I know.
Caroline said it once.

I've been waiting for an
opportunity to use it since.

- Can I have one of those?

- But if you have one of these

will the smoke come out
of the hole in your nose

like a Pixies chimney?

- Oh!
- (laughs)

(phone rings)

(sighs)
Oh God, Jesus!

But she's just gonna
leave it on a message

saying absolutely nothing.

Just, "It's Mom!"

She's already left messages
saying,

"It's Mom,"
three of them.

I mean, she has a phone.
She knows how, voice mail works.

She knows that leaving
multiple messages

just means I have
to sit through,
"It's Mom! "

- That's the thing
about mothers.

They're like terminators.

They can't be bargained with,
they can't be reasoned with,

they don't feel pity
or fear or remorse,

and it absolutely
will not stop, ever,

until you're dead.

- I'm sorry about your dad.

- Um, sorry about your stuff.

- I'm going to request

that neither of you is sorry

about my breakup.

Dodged a bullet, definitely,

and I got three pleasantries
out of it, so ultimately,

I'm up.

- So anyone want
a fun size Milky Way?

(upbeat music)

- Where's my fucking coffee? Oh!

- Why's my Dexy's Midnight
Runnere here?

- Well, clean her up
and get me another coffee.

- Actually, it's they.
- Excuse me?

- I mean, it's not her.
It's they.

Oh, is it?
I'm dreadfully sorry.

But if they don't get off their
skinny little beret-wearing ass

and make us another coffee,

proper pronouns will be
the least of their worries.

Coffee! And I want it
blacker and stronger

than a Senegalese bodybuilder.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

(sighs)

What's Twitter saying
about Cheryl and Danny.

- I'd say, on the whole,
it's still supportive.

30%, I don't believe it,
20%, boys will be boys

and 40%, it's entrapment.

- And the other 10%?

- She's naughtier than that fit.

- (phone rings)
- Shit!

- Yes.
- How's my favorite stepmom?

- Damian, I'm right in
the middle of something so

- I can't really...
- Big finally.

- I thought you might be.

What a nightmare, eh?

Still, boys will be boys.

- As much as I'd love to chat...

- Don't worry,
this won't take long.

I just wanted to pick up
a few documents

so I'd drop by the office.

I hope you don't mind.

- What did you just say?

- The doorman was cool
about letting me in, eh?

I guess it helps when your
name's on the sign, right?

- Damian, Damian!

- This is a cute
picture of you and Dad.

- Can I get a copy?
- Get out of my office.

- It's a shame you're
not around for coffee,

it would have been
nice to catch up.

- If you touch
anything in my office!

- So anyway, I had a chat
with our lawyers,

and apparently
if a major shareholder
wanted to get rid

of a company director without
risking a major litigation

for unfair dismissal,

then they'd have to offer
proof of gross misconduct.

- Damian, don't do this.

- What would constitute
as gross misconduct,
I hear you ask?

Well, apparently, evidence
of anything unprofessional

or illegal, you know,
like bribery, blackmail,

interfering with
police investigations,

harassment, defamation.

You know, all that
kind of grubby stuff.

- Damian, listen,
I'm begging you.

Don't do this.

- It isn't easy,
but apparently

if you can offer proof
of such behavior,

then actually removing
someone from their

position is

actually quite straightforward.

Obviously what
usually happens is

both parties get into
a room and talk to each other

and try to come to some sort of

mutually beneficial agreement
which allows both parties

to get what they want

whilst not having to go
through the embarrassing

and costly rigmarole
of a court case.

So anyway, on a completely
unrelated matter,

I was wondering if I
could take you for dinner.

Are you around next week?

How about Wednesday?

You know, I think I
might have a flair

for this kind of work.

I wonder if I get
that from Dad or you.

Bell, call the lawyers.

We're going to war.

(rock music)

- Danny!

What the fuck?

Danny?

(sniffs)

- Okay.

So, obviously, the script
has changed to accommodate

the new situation,

but the set pieces are all
as previously discussed.

So the plan is just to run
things absolutely as normal.

Sound good?

- Deepak, darling, I've got
your opening statement here.

- Are they going
to change the autocue?

- Sorry?
- (stammering)

- Are we still gonna
have Danny's lines
on the autocue?

'Cause I think
if he's not gonna be here,

it's gonna be kind of confusing.

- No, I'm sure they're
going to change the autocue.

- Deepak, are you okay?

- Hmm? Oh, yeah.

I'm good.

- Mirinda gave me, like,

quite a few
of her beta blockers,

because I was having
a teeny-weeny panic attack.

But I'm fine now.

Feel good!

Do I look okay?
'Cause I feel kind of thembly.

- Sorry, darling, you feel what?

- Thembly. Fambly?

Is that a word?

- I think that's a word.

- Well, what am I thinking of?

Fambly?

Fumbly?

- Deepak, darling, I really
need you to get it together,

because there are a of
people counting on you here.

- I can get it together.

I'm a professional.

- We need to get him
some coffee.

None of this instant, okay?

Killer horse coffee!

Would you check this
and get it loaded in?

- Yeah.

- George, I'm feeling
a little freaked out, man.

Are you in there?

- Okay, I've got the details
on Danny's baby mama.

Her name is Cheryl Beans,

and I've lifted some photos
from her Instagram.

- She's a sex worker,
there must be something
sluttier.

It's got to be filth.
We need something that says
desperate and dishonest.

That's perfect,
the Halloween one.

Contact the unattractive
boy she went to school with.

They'll have something
to say about her for sure.

And make sure that no one
is offering her anything,

if they are, double it.

We bring her into the fold.

She becomes part
of our strategy,

and we use her
as we see fit.

- Understood.

- Eve! Danny's gone.

- What!
- What do you mean gone?

- He's gone, he's escaped.

He's crawled out
the fucking window.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- Okay, you check with security,
you check the studio,

I need to check the loft.

- But the show is supposed
to go live in 30 minutes.

- Then we better fucking hurry!

- Update!

- Wait.
- Danny disappeared.

- Disappeared, how?

- He crawled out of a window.

- This is a new piercing?

- Don't tell me
I look like Minnie Mouse

with a nipple ring,

or a Bambi with a shaved head

or an altar in a gimp suit.

- I was going to say
that one's nice.

- Oh, oh, thank you.

- Okay.

- Hey, I've looking for you.

- Oh, my goodness!
Thank you, this is so exciting.

- But, I'm only
in on one condition.

- What's that?

- That I get to deal
with you personally.

- I don't really get
my own clients yet.

- Well, I guess I'm your first.

All right, well,

I'm off to disappoint
nine million people

by not being Danny Davis.

- You'll smash it.

- (vehicle horn beeps)

- Oh my God!
There you are.

I thought I was gonna
find you naked somewhere

banging seven gram rocks,

drinking tiger blood.

- Not winning.
- (chuckles)

- Were you thinking about it?

- Are you mental?

If I was gonna kill myself,
I wouldn't jump off a building,

particularly a TV studio.

What an extravagant act
of egotism that would be.

Besides, we're not
high enough, are we?

Probably just break
both my legs.

Do you know how embarrassing
that would be? (chuckles)

- Did you know that there's
this volcano in Japan called
Mount Mihara,

and in the '30s, some chick
killed herself by throwing
herself into the crater.

- Alfredo fell into a volcano.

- Then the next year,
944 other people

copied her,

jumped into the same crater.

- Smart move.

- High drama, low maintenance.
- Exactly.

Sounds good too.
"How did he die?"

"Jumped into a volcano."

"Oh fair."

- How would you do it?

- Cut myself.

No.

Pills, probably.

The lethal cocktail
of alcohol and drugs.

That's what they say in
the press, don't they?

Go out in a four-day
coke bender.

Binging, banging,

snorting,

until my heart gives out.

weird as plumb,

teeth ground down to stumps.

You?

- Book myself a cruise,

all inclusive,

somewhere beautiful,
somewhere remote.

And then, one night
put on a nice dress,

go up on deck and all you'd see

in any direction was just,

the moon light rippling
and reflecting off
the dark water,

infinite.

Have a couple of Martinis,

and then I'd pop
a couple Xanax

and just...

step over the side
and disappear forever.

- Christ!

I thought was morbid.

I might have to read
some Sylvia Plath

just to cheer myself up.

You know, in rehab,

they're always talking
about rock bottoms.

This was my rock bottom.

No, no.
No, this was my rock bottom.

Every time I think
I've reached mine,

I just seem to bounce
straight back off it again.

It's like a serial killer
revisiting the scene of a crime.

They wanna to get caught.

They want it to stop.

Or be stopped.

But everyone just keeps
the train on the tracks,

'cause it's worth so much.

Lawyers, managers, you.

I've really fucked it,
haven't I?

- Bitch, join the club.

(phone rings)

Hang one sec.

I can't do this right now.

- I'm here.

- What do you mean,
you're here?

- I'm at the studio.

- Why?

- I thought I could grab
Caroline for a little chat

about my exclusive.

- If she sees you,
she will kill you.

- It's lucky I got you
to look after me then.

- Fuck you, Reese.

You can't blackmail me.

- I'm not blackmailing you.

I'm using you to
get what I want,

which is exactly what
you've always done with me.

- That's not fair.

- Life's not fair, babes.

It wasn't fair
when you ghosted me

after eight fucking
months together, was it?

Shit happens, eh?

Let's not pretend this
is personal, yeah?

- STD clinic?

(chuckles)

- James, I'm not being funny,
but a man came

- out through the window.
- I've not seen him.

- Sorry!
- Where is he?

- Let me in, I need
to talk to Danny Davis.

Danny Davis!

- I know he's fucking in there.
- Hello. Hi, there.

- Where's Danny?
- She can't come
in without a pass.

- Okay. Fine.
She's with me.

So we'll just...

- You're Cheryl, right?
- Who are you?

- I'm Melody.
I worked for Danny's PR.
- What?

- We do press and...
- I know what PR is.
I'm not an idiot.

I mean, why am I talking to you?
I wanna talk to Danny.

- Well, you can't right now,
because Danny is getting
ready for the show.

- Yeah, I don't care
if he's having a high tea with
the queen of fucking Denmark.

Why have I got journalists
calling my home,

- talking about my son?
- (phone rings)

- Look, no, you can't. Stop!

Right, stop!

How much?

- Excuse me?

- How much,

just to make it all go away?

- Make it go away?

Make what go away?

My son?

I don't want any of his money.

I never did,
I earn my money, thank you.

That's the problem
with you people.

You just assume that
everyone can be bought.

- Oh, come on.
That's a bit rich
coming from--

- Coming from what?

No, no, go on.
Coming from what?

Prostitute?

A whore?

Scarlet woman?

(sighs)

You know what?
You're probably right.

Maybe I should forfeit
any highfalutin ambition

for being treated like
an actual human being.

- No, I'm just asking that
you don't speak to any media.

- Why would I want to
talk to the fucking media?

So can be called a slag?

I don't want to talk to anyone.

I don't want my 15 minutes.

I don't want anybody's money.

I earned 120 grand last year,
after tax.

All I want is for me
and my boy to be left alone...

so he can be normal.

That is all I've ever wanted.

And he promised.
(sobs)

- Oh God, don't cry.

I'm so sorry, I really
didn't mean all that.

Come on, let's just take
a breather, will we?

- Why do I behave like this?

I go after people like me, like

I'm the one ruining in his life.

I just want him to
take responsibility
for their actions.

And if there's no consequence,

- he will never stop.
- (phone rings)

- I'm so sorry.

Give me one minute.

Mom, what!

- Melody, I need to talk to you.

- Mom, I'm at work.

- It's important.

- My job is fucking important.

- Your dad's been
moved to a hospice.

He's been deteriorating
over the last week.

I mean, can't care for him
and keep them comfortable so,

they're gonna move him.

If you want to make
sure you get to see him,

you should get on a train.

It's hard to know exactly
how much time he's got.

- Danny!

- Oh, fuck!

- How you doing, man?

Eve? Eve!

Reese is here.

- What! Why!

- She wants to tell-all
exclusive with Danny,

all about his love
for the child,

and his shame and his recovery.

- Are you having
a fucking bubble bath?

- She fucks over Caroline

and know she wants
another exclusive?

- We need to fix it.

We need to make a deal, come on.

- Watch him.

A deal!

- We know Reese.
- We know she is a snake,

who would sell her own mother
into sex trafficking ring,

if it means she gets
a story out of it.

Caroline would never go for it.

- I think Caroline
is a little stressed

and she's not thinking clearly.

- Well, they already had a deal.

- Or, I was just thinking
that maybe

if you and I could figure
something out, you know.

I know Reese.

I know how to get
what I want from her.

- Oh, really?
Because from what I've seen,

she knows how to get
what she wants from you.

- You know what?
I'll figure it out myself.

- Rob!
- Caroline, Reese is here.

- Hey.

- Your pal, Abigail here,

was just offering
an exclusive with Danny,

letting him tell his side
of the story, warts and all.

Reckons we might even be
able to tie it in with
a book deal as well.

What do you think we should do?

- Well, I think, as the one
who broke the story,

gives the piece
an interesting angle.

She says that she genuinely
believes in his repentance.

It could land it
a certain credibility.

- I had the same
thought exactly.

Okay, Mrs. Reese.

You can have your story
on one condition.

- And what's that?

- You tell me who
your source is.

- Caroline, you know
that as a journalist,

my number one commandment
is to protect my sources.

(chuckles)

- Take it or leave it.

- Fine, she knew what she
was getting herself into.

It was Melody.

- Melody?

- The little Scottish one,
that's her name, isn't it?

Don't be too harsh on her.
She's just playing the game.

The plan was I tip her off
next time something
big was gonna go down

with one of your clients

and she'd swarm in
and saved the day.

- Deepak!

- (screams)
- (clatters)

- Tits!

- You told them about Cheryl.

You promised,
you fucking promised.

- I never told them anything.

Get off me.

- Get off me, get off!

- Go, go, go.

- Daniel, get off him
right now.

- Why, eh? Why?

Is it because I went on
Graham Norton without you?

- No, I never wanted
to go on Graham Norton.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- That's for breaking
my Radio Times award.

- I think you should go...
- And Holly Willoughby

- didn't forget to invite
you to her fondue party.

She didn't invite you because
she thinks you're a twat.

- Well, you only got this job
because of affirmative action.

- You only got this job
because you got special needs.

- ADHD, is not special needs!

- Okay, enough, enough!

- I never told him anything,
you bloody idiot.

- Just admit it.

- Why would I want to
do this without you?

It's twice as much work.
And you're the funny one.

- When will you bloody
realize how good you got it

and stop messing everything up
for yourself?

This boy bloody loves you.

- You were the
only one that knew.

- I swear on my baby's life,

I never told them anything.

- Really, I ain't got
fucking time for this.

Get them both out of here.

- He started it.

He literally started--

He rugby tackled me
when I was on TV.

- Ashley, the show is yours.
- The what?

- You're live in ten.
The show is yours.

- The whole thing?
- Do you want it?

- No, I mean, yes.
Grant, I do.

- Yeah, it's just...
- Go

- So get up there,
tell a few gags and,

for God sake, maybe...
(mumbles)

I haven't got a sched.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
Danny and Deepak.

- Give it up for those guys.
- (applause)

- Oh, I love those guys.
- Danny!

- [Ashley] It's just
backstage jokes, guys.

Everyone, chill the flip out.

- What did we miss?

- Anyway, so, does anyone want
to present the show with me?

- You, sir?
- (laughs)

- Caroline, I'm so sorry.

I tried to stop her,
but she just...

- Melody, we spoke to Reese.

- Abigail Reese?
Is she here?

- Don't talk, just listen.

She told us that you
gave her the information

- about Danny's kid.
- What!

Listen, I get it.
We've all made deals
with journalists.

- I would never.

- I know this isn't what
you wanted to happen.

- I didn't tell a soul, I swear.

- This is my fault.

It's not like I've set
you a good example.

- Caroline, I didn't.
- I take full responsibility.

She wouldn't even have been
with Danny if it wasn't for me.

And as much as
she's been stupid...

- I believe her.

She's as smart as anyone
in this room and twice
as honest.

And if she says she
didn't tell anyone,

then I believe her.

- Nobody else knew.

- Robyn, stop.

- What?

- Stop.

- I don't know what...
- Enough!

- You're fired.

- Caroline, please,
I swear to God, I didn't.

- Not you. You.
- What?

- Leave.

- Caroline, please.
Please.

- No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!

Don't cry, don't lie, don't beg.

Just go.

- (door opens)
- Caroline, your lawyers

are here.

Send them in.

We're done here.

♪ I've been everywhere
I wanna go ♪

♪ Seen everything I wanna see ♪

♪ But baby I am tired ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ I'm tired of cocaine,
I'm tired of pills ♪

(song fades)

(car brakes screech)

♪ I'm tired of running,
I'm tired of sin ♪

♪ I'm tired of seeing
the state I'm in ♪

♪ I'm tired of spinning,
too tired to see ♪

♪ I'm tired of the demons
and they're tired of me ♪

♪ Baby, I'm so tired of me ♪

♪ I'm so tired of me ♪

♪ Baby I'm so tired of me ♪

(guitar playing)