All language subtitles for I Hate Suzie s02e02.eng

[soft piano waltz]

♪ ♪

[applause]

♪ ♪

[applause]

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]
[screaming]

[gunshot]
- The blood of the guilty

will never be washed

from the shores of Moldova.

Speaking in a statement today,

Russians called the attack

an act of terrorism.

President Putin has sworn
to exact revenge

on the enemy of the state.
The same--

[gentle piano music]

- Hey, baby.

♪ ♪

Mm-mm!

♪ ♪

Wakey, wakey.

Wakey, wakey.

♪ ♪

- [vomiting]
- Ooh.

Uh, all right,
too much room service.

Okay, all right.

Okay.

♪ ♪

- One and two, three and four...
- Sorry.

- And five, six, right, again.

Okay, arms up, please.

Concentrate.
- I'm concentrating.

- Facing your right.

Let's try again.
In five, six...

- Have you got the counts?
- Seven, eight.

- One and two, three and four.
- One and two, three and four.

[laughs]
- [screams]

- Okay, that was me.

- Don't you patronize me
on top...

She does everything right.
I do everything wrong.

This is what it was like
when we were married.

- I just don't want you
to beat yourself up, Bailey.

- No.
- We've got loads of time.

- When we were married,
I was a nightmare,

and you put up with everything.

So it's the absolute opposite.

- I can't really.
I'm loving this.

I'm getting all the tea.

- I don't think I can get this.

- Bailey, you can do this.

- All right, I can.
Apparently, I can.

- No, I'm just saying
I believe in you, mate.

- Do you know what?
Let's just look at something new

going straight into this, right?

[phone buzzing]
It's gonna be very rough,

but just give you an idea.

So I'm gonna come
down here, Bailey.

You all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just, um... just...

it's fine.
Let's do it.

- Okay.
So you come over here.

So, Bailey,
I'm gonna stand in for you.

[phone buzzing]
Relax.

Put your hand over here.

And we're just gonna work in
a simple lift.

I'm gonna scoop up--
- No, don't pick me up.

Please, don't pick me up.

- She doesn't like
being picked up.

- Sorry.
- Oh, okay.

- It's a control thing.
- All right.

I mean, if we get the grip
right, it'll be fine.

But just--we'll just imagine it.

- No, I'm not sorry.
It's just...

But isn't it lunch?

'Cause I think my friend's
coming to pick up Frank

and I've got to pack
all our stuff away.

- Okay, no worries.
All right, let's lunch it, gang.

- You have the patience
of a saint, my man.

- I just need you to lead, man.

Control.

- Yes, yes, control me, Bailey.

- No, you need
to let him first.

- Yeah.

- Really?

So nice of you to say.

- Hey.

- Hey!

Oh, my God.
- No, it's fine.

- Thank you
for doing the handover.

- It's good practice.
Maybe I don't even like kids.

Let's see.
Hey, buddy.

I'm sorry I was
a bad godmother until now.

- What's a--oh, well,
that pretty much sums it.

- Can you help me with Cob?

- Uh, okay, he wants
to know why Frank is--

- Oh, can you look...

- He wants to know
why Frank is at the studio

and not at school.

- Uh, because he's got
food poisoning?

- Okay, I'll write that.
- No!

- I think he has a right
to know why his kid is

not at school, Suze.
- Why?

He doesn't fucking tell me
anything

when Frank's with him.
No.

How does he even know
where we are?

Hey, seriously,
how does he know we're here?

Have you been texting Dad?

- Um... Find My iPad?

Is it on?
- Oh, my God.

This is--this is

borderline harassment
now. - Yeah.

- Okay, this is
fucking stalking.

- Okay, well, look,
location services,

disable, turn off.
There we go.

Off, turn off, disabled.

Yep, done.
- Is it done?

- Done, done, done.

[phone dings and buzzes]

[quiet tense music]

- Okay, he's not happy
about us turning that off.

He says he wants it on
for safety.

And he says he's been in contact
with your lawyers

regarding your challenge
for the custody at Christmas.

- What?
- And then that's it.

- Shit.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

♪ ♪

- I'm Naomi.
- Oh, my God, sorry.

- Nice to meet you.
- Great to meet you.

- Naomi is--
- Yeah, I know.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just need
a quick crisis chat.

We have access to early VTs,
which I'd love your take on.

- Sorry, you have
advanced access to VTs?

- Not officially, no,
so keep that, but yeah.

It was one of the conditions
of Suzie's return, so--

- Wow, that's impressive.

- Do you wanna come?
- God, oh, no.

- No, please.
You could give advice.

- No, no,
and the boundaries, no, no.

And actually, we are gonna go
and see some superheroes.

- Okay, do you need the toilet?

No?

[groans merrily]
I love you, baby.

I love you.

[laughs and baby-talks]

- Shall we...

- Yeah.
Okay, yes.

- Nice to meet you.

- Surely.
I don't know why I saluted.

I never do that.

[soft music]

Oh, my God, my mic is...
Ah...

- Do you mind if we just run
the Suzie footage, please?

- Oh, my God,
it's so nice and dark in here.

- Yep, sure.
- Thank you.

- Um, yeah...
Oh.

Yeah, yeah, it's just, um...

It's really exciting.

Um, I'm really excited
to be here

and to have
this opportunity

to really spread my wings,

and that's exciting.

And... yeah,
I mean, you know,

I'm bricking it at the moment,

but that's the game, isn't it?

Although it's not really a game.
It's more of an experience,

which is the right way
to look at it.

- Also, could we just have
the room for five minutes?

Is that okay?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
Thanks.

[clears throat]

- Okay, maybe I'm crazy.

- Okay, should we just start
from the assumption

that you're not crazy?

That my agent isn't crazy.

- Okay, so we have

all of the private focus group
feedback.

- Okay.
- But we would love

if our next steps
were something

that we organically
all found together.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm?

- If there was one word for you

comes to your mind
when you watch that?

- Um... I don't know, teeth.

Quite a lot of teeth.

- Yeah.

I think another word
might be...

"insincere."
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Can you hear how your voice

is just a little bit different
now?

Just more grounded.

- Yeah, mate.

- It'd be great to see
a little bit more

of the real Suzie.

- Okay, but this
is me being myself.

Like, this is
the most myself I'll be.

- Sure, but things do go
a little bit,

you know, Princess Diana
in the one-on-ones.

- Yeah, looking down
equals sad.

- "Boo-hoo, I've got
the opportunity of a lifetime."

- Yeah, and there's also quite
a lot of giggling

and touching of hair
around Bailey, which--

- Yeah, but when you're with

the other contestants
generally--

- Oh, I know, I'm on my phone.
Yeah.

- Particularly the other women.

- Yeah, we just want you
to notice that.

- Fucking hell.
This is like a therapy session.

[laughs]
- Well...

- Basically, the team are
choosing between you

looking needy
or looking miserable.

- Well, those are
my two states.

- It can't be nice to have

your every movement
pulled apart.

Like, I mean,
I wouldn't like it.

- Look, I know.

I know that when I get

angry or frightened,

like, I disassociate,
so I go posh when I'm nervous.

And I know that I'm laughing
too much with Bailey,

but also, apparently,
I'm too sad.

So it's like, you know,
I'm here for the dancing.

Honestly, that's what
gets me through my day,

but not everyone here
is my new best mate.

You know, like, what, Joy

just constantly posting pictures
of herself

in the makeup chair
every two minutes,

like, crying
or wetting her pants

and just emojis on the WhatsApp

all day, every day, like--

I'm out of storage.
You know, and I've got

other things going on
in my life.

You know, or like Danny.

"I'm just dancing.

"I'm a bloke, though.

"And I'm not gay,
even though I'm dancing,

and my dad's dead."

Yeah, mate, I wish
my dad was dead,

but you don't see me
going on about it, do you?

You don't want me
going on about it.

You don't want this sort of me.

So what do people want?

- Well, we could take
even more gratitude.

- [laughs]

- Always.
- Yeah, and, well,

I mean, this seems silly,

but we will take
whatever we can get.

The audience
much prefer you blonde.

- Yeah, could feel a bit
like you're...

trying to be someone you're not.

- Okay, well, this is
my natural hair color.

- Yeah.
- I mean, it's dyed, obviously,

but it's my natural--

- Yeah, but it's not

the Suzie they know.

- Sure, but they hate
the Suzie they know.

Okay, got it.

Good.

- Great.
[phone buzzing]

- Shit, I forgot the lawyers.

- Thanks, Suzie.
- Oh, God.

Yeah, okay, thank you.

Really good.

- He's refusing
your application

for custody at Christmas.

He says everything was
decided in the room

for him to have Frank.

- I was in shock.

- He even claims now
that the only way

he would consider joint custody
at Christmas

would be if you were
to undertake

regular drug testing.

- Sorry, what?

- Right.

- Well, then I want him
to do regular drug testing,

because I have evidence
of him doing drugs in the past.

- Oh, really?
What?

- Well, not evidence,

but inasmuch as I've seen him...

- Okay.
- Doing them.

- Because obviously,
in your case,

there is public record
of presumed drug taking,

which is tiresome,

but could come up
before a court.

- Right.
So it looks bad if I say no.

- You're well
within your rights.

- This is fucking unbelievable.

I'll do it.

If I can have Frank, I'll do it.

- Well, hang on.
- No, no, no, he's--

he's betting I won't.

I don't want to do drugs.

I'm doing
a fucking dancing competition.

All right?
I'm raising my son.

No, it will give me structure.

Piss tests, bring it on.

- Okay, because
the drug test involved

is a hair follicle test
which dates back

60 days, possibly even 90.

- Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh.

- So our advice to you

would be to consider that

and whether that's worth
seeing Frank on Christmas Day.

- Have a think.

I'm so sorry to move on

to something
more administrative,

but you did receive
our latest invoice, correct?

- Um, yeah.

And that's the normal amount

for a human to be charged,
is it?

- This is turning
into a very time-rich case.

- And I'm being charged,
presumably,

for this call right now, yeah?
- Yes.

- Bye.

[knocking at door]
- Suzie, lunch is nearly over.

- Sorry.
- Don't worry.

I'm just gonna get some wides

for some all-together
lunchtime vibes, okay?

Just take a seat.

- This one
doesn't let me moan.

- Stop it.
- It's constant sunshine.

- Yeah, 'cause this is
the dream.

- It's a nightmare.
- Hey, good vibes only.

- I'm driven about
like a massive baby

in this lovely car.

People bring me hot water
with a lemon in it

when I don't even ask.

I'm dancing with a bloke

I had posters of on my wall.

- Aww.
- Aww.

- Who do you reckon is
the competition then, mate?

- Not me.
Not us.

- I'll tell you who's here
every day till late: Stella.

- Mm.
- Oh!

- Dark horse.
- Basically, I've never done

a day of work in my life,

so now I'm going
to do all of them.

- Nice T-shirt.

Suzie, your T-shirt.
It's sweet.

- Oh, yeah, um, thanks.

- I swear I used
to see you at The Fridge.

- Maybe--no, actually, I was
a bit more of a junglist.

- Ah. Makes sense.

No, I can see that.

- Okay, cut there.
Right, thanks, everyone.

They're telling me you're back,
so thanks so much.

- Come on, you lot.
Back to the old grind.

We have actually got to do
some dancing today.

- It's not--that's not an hour.

- No, as it's an hour
and five minutes,

actually, Bailey.
Yes.

- Yeah, just--
- There you are.

- Perfect.
- Thank you, guys.

- Hey, chop, chop.

- Jesus.
- Chop, chop?

- Shall we?

- Sorry, I just got
to pay this--this--

I'm just really worried
about Frank.

- Well, if you're worried,
he'll be worried.

- No, I get that, but it doesn't
help me not be worried.

Sorry I'm just--
I'm being kind of a mess.

I'm a mess.

- You're no mess.

The demands on you
are excessive.

Look, come stay
with me for a while.

It'll be fun.

You know, we'll get
more rehearsal time.

Frank can have his own room.

Frank can have his own floor.

Two hours each way is bonkers.

- Bit weird there, no?
Back to the Manor.

- Oh, my God, who gives a fuck?

- No, because
my agent's already worried

about the exes thing.

You should know I have to stop
laughing at your jokes.

- When the fuck have you
been laughing at my jokes?

Don't listen to that stuff.

- It's easy for you to say.

You know, you're a musician.

You can get away with anything.

Like, Bowie can,
like, fuck kids,

and everyone's like,
"Oh, well, it's Bowie."

You know, even I'm like that.

This is like a minefield.

- It's really not
that complicated,

unlike the fucking dancing,
which is gonna kill me.

Just come and stay with me.

Come on.

Come on, we're on.

Come on.
- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

- Suzie, five, six, seven,
eight.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Shit.

Good.

Okay.

[knock on window]

- Fucking...

- All right, okay.

Things that bad, are they?
[laughs]

- Did he forget something?

- You all right?

- I'm fine.

- Okay.

Well, I was just wondering,

Eva the--you know--

she's taking Frank to get
something to eat

before England-Portugal
if you're--

I didn't know if you were
about to get a cup of tea,

or have a chat, or a late run.

Things obviously can't go on
like they are going on,

and I could use your...

your advice.

- Okay, well, let me just finish
getting massively high,

and then I will call you.

- Cool.

[light music]

- This is so weird to be here.

- Finally, after ten years,
she comes crawling back.

- I like this old
distressed brickwork.

[electronic lock beeping]

♪ ♪

Oh, my God, amazing.

Different.

- It's all Daisy.

- Oh, my God,

a fridge with a window.

Look at all your juice.

- Yeah.
- I'm actually really thirsty.

AGA, look how big that AGA is.

- Literally never used it.

- So this was all Daisy?

- Before she went off.

- Well, I think it's
a good policy you've got here.

I mean, get a woman in,
get her to redecorate, get rid.

- Rude.

- What about, um...

Gwen--Gwen?

- Gwyn.
- Gwyn.

- Yeah, I mean,
she's all right.

Just went off to Ibiza
with a different bloke,

didn't come back,
so guessing that's done.

- Sorry.

- No.
I mean, she's 26.

If I was 26,
I'd want to fuck off to Ibiza

with a different man.

- [laughs]

Hey, do you know
how long it takes to get

MDMA out of your system?

Like, out of your hair?

It's--it's absurd.

It's like an actual joke.

- Probably 60 days.

- Oh, yeah, sorry.

I forgot who I was talking to.

But listen, so, basically,

I found this stuff, right,
so you--

you bleach the hair, like,
really, like, with this stuff,

and it fucks with the results.

So they could test the hair
and get nothing back.

So theoretically,
I could pass the drug test

and go blonde and get
Frank for Christmas.

It's like
the ultimate multitask.

Do you like my hair like this?

- I like you.

- [laughs] Gosh.

- So...

why did you marry
that cunt then?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Well, it's weird because you
were always

this older--
no, more successful.

You know, but I always felt
bigger when I was with you.

But you know how, like,
you swing between opposites?

So when I was with Cob,
I just--

I always felt, like, small,
which is fine.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Sure.
I can't even talk about it.

It just gives me anxiety.

- No.

Sure. he'll be pissed off.

I mean, he had you,

and now
he doesn't have you anymore.

And he's a civilian now.

- Well, no, he's
always been a civilian.

- Yeah, well,
he was a civilian who could feel

superior about it
while also getting

a great table, I'd say.

He'll be pissed.

- She wanted this.

That's the thing.
I bet she's struggling.

I'm fucking struggling.
I never wanted any of this.

- Stop selling your story
to the fucking paper.

- I didn't sell my story.
I did one interview

because otherwise,
the only story out there

for the rest of time
until my son grows up

and Googles me
is what Suzie says,

because only--
only Suzie matters, don't they?

Only the famous person matters.

And you know that
better than anyone.

She got you doing childcare
for her now on top.

- I don't work
with Suzie anymore.

We acknowledged it wasn't
healthy for our friendship.

- Okay, so now you're
the skivvy without being paid.

Oh, she's good.

She's good.
Don't worry about it.

It's what being close
to a narcissist does.

- I can see how hurt you are.

- That's-- [scoffs]
do you honestly think

it's good for Frank
to have parents

who don't speak to each other?

Do you honestly think this is

a healthy ongoing situation?

He shouldn't be staying
in hotels.

We should be able to say
that right now,

it's better that he's at home
with me

while she's making the decision
to be on telly,

high-kicking
with her fucking ex-husband.

We can meet face to face.

We can work out
what happens between us.

That is--that is all I ask.

That is part
of our responsibility,

if we're going to do this,
yeah, to that little boy.

- The socials are loving us.

Hashtag "Boozie."

- What, about you?

- No, Bailey and Suzie.

It was very good.

- Oh, God.

- I've Insta'd your fridge.
- Oh.

- There's really
some sweet stuff actually.

Somehow, people are
charmed by your bullshit.

- Oh, you know.

- I thought they'd be angry
that I'm here,

but they're loving it.

Everyone thinks
we're back together.

Stop.

- Let them think
what they think.

- Yeah?

- Listen, give them
what they want.

Yeah?

It's all a game, you know.

We've got to give them
something to watch for,

and it's not
for my fucking dancing.

- Okay, yeah.

- Yeah.

- So that needle--that was IVF?

I see.
Not pure smack?

[laughs]
- Mm-hmm.

- That's--that's impressive.

And you don't wish
that was something

you were doing with someone?

- Actually, no.

- I mean, no judgment.

Well, some judgment.

- I need to do
the procreation thing

if I'm going to do it.

Partners come and go, you know.
That's the awful truth.

- No argument from me.

That's--
that's pretty much exactly--

- I think, if you know anyone

well enough, you can love them.

Like, in a way,
it's horrifying,

just loving one person.

Sort of like, oh, what's
wrong with everyone else,

you fucking bigot?

- Love as fascism.

Interesting.
I like that.

- Can I get one of those
as well, please?

Thanks.

- Look, hey, I wanted
to ask you something.

Um, I feel like I've noticed

a change in Suzie's--

I want to say tone,
her messages.

Look, I may be way
off track here, but...

- But?

- Is she losing
her fucking mind?

- Why would you say that?
- Well, she won't talk to me.

Only emails and through lawyers.
I've got no sense of--

- Maybe she's
establishing boundaries.

- She's fucking tyrannical.

- Last I heard, you were forcing

the mother of your child

to take regular drug tests,
which is--

- I'm entitled to know

what's going on with her.

- No, you're not.

- Was it awful?

- What?
The abortion?

[sighs]
Well, maybe it would have been

if it wasn't just blood
coming out of your vagina.

Like, that's just
a regular horror.

Maybe if I was
vomiting up the baby...

[laughs] Or something.

- Why did you want
to do it, you think?

- Um, because I was 21.

And you'd already had
your kids, and you wanted

this, like, fun sunshine girl.

You know, you didn't want
to go through all that again.

- I never said
anything like that.

You were the one
that wanted to terminate.

- No, I'm just--
I'm just telling you why.

- Because you assumed
what I didn't want?

- No, I know
what you didn't want, Bailey.

Anyway, I was 21.

- [sighs]

Right, so the right thing
for me to say

would have been "You're 21.

"You don't know what you want.

You should probably have a kid."

Fuck, you don't like it simple.

♪ What's the point in all this ♪

♪ If you only have
a dime to your name? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What's the point in all this ♪

♪ If the cards don't fall
your way? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Pick yourself up, babe ♪

♪ Get that train one last time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This town's no good
and the whiskey's all run dry ♪

♪ So one last beer
for the road ♪

♪ let those old wheels take you
home

♪ Like a rolling stone ♪

♪ You're better off alone ♪

Shall we go to bed?
- Yeah, let's go to bed.

- All right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks.

- Um, well, we'll always have

this weird trattoria
in Harpenden.

- Hey, this is probably
mental, obviously,

but if you did ever decide

you didn't want
some Danish stranger's spunk,

who's probably actually
the creepy old doctor's spunk,

up you, then
I always wanted another--

you know, Frank to have a--

well, that's not
an option, obviously.

But yeah, I'd be open to it.

No involvement, obviously.
- [scoffs]

Okay, you've gone insane.

You've both gone
completely insane.

- Yeah, well,
call me old fashioned,

but I happen to think it matters
who a dad is to a kid,

that they know, even if
just for fucking kidneys

or whatever.

I mean, do what you want,
obviously.

Yeah. [clears throat]

I'm just saying.

6'2", and...

[card reader beeps]
- Thank you.

- None of my family
have cancer,

if that's relevant.

Do you want me to walk you to--

- No, no, I'm fine.

- Thank you again, Naomi.

[phone dings]

- [laughs softly]

["That's Entertainment"
by Judy Garland playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ The clown
with his pants falling down ♪

♪ Or the dance that's
a dream of romance ♪

♪ Or the scene where
the villain is mean ♪

♪ That's entertainment ♪

♪ The lights on the lady
in tights ♪

♪ Or the bride with the guy
on the side ♪

♪ Or the ball where she gives
him her all ♪

♪ That's entertainment ♪

♪ The plot can be hot,
simply teeming with sex ♪

♪ A gay divorcee
who is after her ex ♪

♪ It can be Oedipus Rex ♪

♪ Where a chap kills
his father ♪

♪ And causes a lot of bother ♪

♪ The clerk who was thrown
out of work ♪

♪ By the boss who is thrown
for a loss ♪

♪ By the skirt who
is doing him dirt ♪

♪ The world is a stage ♪

♪ The stage is a world
of entertainment ♪

- Um, yeah,
I'm just really touched

that people are stanning us

and, you know, there's
so much love out there.

♪ ♪

- How's it feel
to dance with Suzie?

It feels like being close
to the fire in every way.

- Yeah, and I also feel
really safe with Bailey,

and, you know, it's been
a long time since I felt--

so yeah.

It's really nice.

- Oh.
Anyway, love the girl.

- ♪ It might be a fight
like you see on the screen ♪

♪ A swain getting slain
for the love of a queen ♪

[tense heartbeat]

- Yeah, I know, I know.

Mummy's wrecked her hair.

Oh.

- You didn't like it before.

You seem happier.

- No, darling no, no, no,
no, that's not--

no.

You wouldn't want
Mummy and Daddy

to be together
if they were unhappy.

[upbeat music]

- Suzie and Bailey have
been working hard all week,

and it seems like you guys
can't get enough of seeing

these two back together.

- ♪ Something to remem-- ♪

- Okay, when you came to me,

you said you wanted me
to control everything.

You said you desperately needed
your whole image

to be changed.

Well, I heard that.

We have Holland on board,

who's one of the 30 under 30,

who also kindly hooked
you up with a stylist,

and we have you

in one of the most popular shows
in the country.

But now, it's all
about your love life again.

- People, they seem to like us.

- Sure, you and Bailey,

but that doesn't
necessarily translate

that they like...
- Like...

- Like--
- Like you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- Right.
- Well, they don't even

really like you and Bailey.

They just wish it
was 2004 again.

And hey, don't we all?
- Yeah.

- Look, he also has
a girlfriend.

- Well, no, actually,
he doesn't have a girlfriend.

- "The Sun" have her
looking sad in Ibiza.

- What can I say?

She's on a massive comedown.

- Look, you're a pair.
Fine.

You know,
but a pair doesn't win.

This is
an individual competition,

and I don't think any
of this old Suzie,

"I glom onto whatever
powerful man is in the room"

helps anyone get behind you...
- Okay.

- As an individual.

- Do you know what, Sian?
Actually--

- Oh, have we reached

the "go fuck yourself"
stage of things?

Great.

Do you mind if we bypass
that and go straight

to you apologizing
and crawling back

because you hit rock bottom
with Pete Doherty in Margate,

and someone filmed you
saying something about Islam

that was taken
completely out of context?

Can we skip to that part?

Because honestly,
I've got 30 clients,

three kids, and the builders
are in.

- Okay, fine.

Sorry.

And hello, person.

- Sorry, Suzie, this is Boo.

She's working with me.

- Hi, Boo.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Thanks for having me.

- Yeah.

- I'm Inspire's
social media expert.

Um, obviously,
you've seen the traction

Team Boozie is getting.

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I have, yeah.

- Most popular
trending hashtag.

But second to that is
hashtag Save Bailey.

- Uh-huh.

Okay, well,

I could have looked
that up myself, but...

- I'm trying to push
for a Suzie-focused VT, okay?

Before Saturday
completely new take.

We go back to the streets,
one up, two down, cul-de-sac.

- Bring out the lamb.
- Well, mum's already said

we can't film in the living room
because of the damp, so...

- Okay, well,
somewhere else then.

- Okay, well not Dad's.

- Fine, but we move
you away from Bailey,

okay, away from the house.

Have I mentioned how nice
BBC Soho House is?

- What?
White City?

- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah, yeah,

put me
in the fucking Savile suite.

No, all--sorry, all my stuff
is at Bailey's,

and Frank is really happy there.

- Well, I'm sure
we can do it there.

But is there any way
that we could get

your family in, like friends?

Your kid ballet photos?

- We don't want to stress
any prior dance experience.

- But the kid
must absolutely feature.

- Yeah.

- Look, I've got
a fitting, but...

fucking hell, all right.

So we'll get something
ready for tonight.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah, great.

- Great.
- Yes, okay.

- I'm on it.
- Thank you.

- Suze.
Suze.

Have you been seeing VTs
before they've aired?

- 'Cause we've been told
we're not allowed to do that.

- No, I haven't.
I haven't.

- Your agent's
not got involved?

Because I heard one
of the producers say something

like someone wasn't--
- Oh, Suze, doll,

don't know if you heard.
Your agent's looking for you.

Something about a VT.
- Well, I haven't seen her.

- That was great, Suzie.

Thank you for your time.
Oh--

- Oh, okay.

- Oh, great.
- Forward.

- Isn't that your agent?

- Make friends, yeah.
- Okay.

- Suzie, what's going on?

- Now I'm just
getting a call, so...

- No, you're not.

[line trilling]

[cell phone buzzes]

- Hey.
- Listen,

I'm beginning to think
Sian's a narcissist.

- I mean, okay.

- She wants me
to move out of Bailey's.

- No, moving out is
the worst thing you can do.

- Exactly.
Yes.

- She broke his heart again.
- Thank you.

That's exactly what I thought,

because that becomes the story,
right?

Yeah, good.

Listen, do you think
you could come in

and be in a VT for me

tonight, like, as my friend,

to make it look like I've
got friends--which I do,

just not as many as you think.

- Talking about you?

- Yeah.

- On television?

- Yeah, it'd be cute.

- Um... okay.

- Or don't, you know,
if you don't--

if you don't want to.

It's just, I just miss you.

I just miss you,
and I love you, and goodbye.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Look, I'm sorry
to make this all about me.

- Nothing I like more.

- Seriously, though, can you,
like, dial down the romcom?

Because it's weird as well.

- Sure, but it's
not an act for me.

I'm still desperately
in love with you, so...

- Okay, great.
Thanks.

It's just, everyone
is saying, like,

"Oh, she's gonna break
his heart again"

when I didn't even break
your heart the first time.

You know, that's just
the cultural narrative.

- Eh, that's also what happened.

- Okay, well, then,
let's just pretend that's true.

- Oh.
- Oh, knock on the door.

Hello, Mum.

- Hi.
- Oh, my God.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Dad.
- Oh.

- Someone heard
there'd be cameras.

- Get it from somewhere,
don't ya?

- Hi.
- There he is.

- Your hair, I love it.

- Pickles, plural.
- Where's Frank?

- All right.

- Forgot how nice
this pad is, man.

- That's what happens when
you let him turn

your back catalogue
into a West End musical.

- Mum, where's Frank?

- He's not coming.

- Gone up in the world
since Croydon, biyatch!

I'm going to have
a look through here.

- Don't love a musical.

- Oh, don't say that--
Phil!

Right, listen, he's--
so Cob rang on the way,

and he said that Frank had told
him about being on the telly.

- Right.

- So he's keeping
him tonight to--

- Mom, what are you saying?
- Hang on, hang on.

No, no, I wrote it down.

- What are you actually saying?

- If you--
- Keep coats on maybe.

You're coming back in.

- Oh, right.
Okay, hang on a minute.

Right, so something
about assurances.

So he wouldn't let me
collect him without--

without assurances
about filming.

- Hey, Cob's not
letting Frank come.

- What?
- But he has to,

doesn't he, because we arranged
that it was my night?

Like, he has to--
- Jesus.

- But he has to do
the handover, right?

- Let me check.
Let me check. Yes.

- He told him
about the interviews

like he was excited.

- Okay, I think we're
about ready

if we want to just relive that.

- Sorry, my son's
running late, so what should...

- Oh, right.

Should we wait or...

- It's an hour
there and back, so...

- I can't believe this.

- He is coming, though, yeah?

Or should I let
the interpreter go?

- Oh, yes, interpreter no.

Maybe.
Um...

maybe we should just do one.
Yeah?

So everyone--if--
okay, so should we get

everyone to sign the waivers?

I'll do this, and then we
just go out and come back in?

- Yeah.
- Just go.

We'll just have a...
- Yeah.

And action.

[knock at door]
- Ooh!

- Hi!

- ♪ God rest ye merry,
gentlemen ♪

- Happy Christmas.

- Hi!
- Thank you.

- Can I take your coat?
- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, the baby.

Little pickle.

- Sorry, that's quite heavy.

- Oh?
Oh, it is heavy!

- And what's it like
watching her dance?

- Oh, it's great.

And Bailey is so funny.

What's she doing?

The king of cool
is now, like, gyrating

around with his shirt all.

- Dad.
Well, I think it's wicked

they're dancing together.

- Karen, what's it like
watching your daughter?

- Oh, my God, stresses me out.

I mean, you know,
she's up, she's down.

[cell phone buzzes]
Just, you know,

decide what you're voting for.

No, it's too much.

- So sorry.
Can we just cut for a second?

Just a second.
- Yep.

- Let's do some individual VTs
while we're waiting.

- What am I going to do?
- Okay, so he's texted,

claiming it's a form
of child abuse

and you need
both parents' permission.

- Yeah, well, it isn't.
The lawyers say it,

and Frank's not answering
his Facetime.

But he can't just withhold
my son from me.

Like, that's breaking
the court order.

- He doesn't seem
to care about that.

- Okay, well can you call him?

- You call him.
I'll be with you.

Come on.

Let's do it.

[soft music]

- [sighs] Right.

[ringing noise]

Okay.

[line trilling]

- Cob Betterton's phone.

- Hello?
- Hi there.

Who's this?

- It's... Suzie Pickles.

- It's really nice
to finally meet you.

Cob's just out for
a late-night walk with the dog,

trying to get
some non-device time,

so I'm manning stations.

Um, I had thought email
was the best

and only form of communication
for you going forward.

Oh, I'm Eva,

his new general assistant,
by the way.

Hello.

- Yes, hello.
Um...

yeah, I mean,
of course, I will endeavor

to engage
in that correct manner,

and I... hope you both have
a lovely evening

and take care of yourselves,
won't you?

- You too.
- Okay, bye.

- Bye-by--

- What the fuck is that?
- Sorry, what's happening?

- We're getting a divorce,
so he gets a dog and a PA.

Actually, that makes
perfect sense.

Right, I'm driving over.
- No, no, no.

There'll be press.
No.

- This is to fuck me up
with the show.

And who's this woman
taking care of Frank?

- I'm going to try him, Suze.

- No, he's not there.
He won't pick up.

- He's there, Suze.
Hey, Cob.

- Just wondering
if he's on his way.

- Um, no, he sort of--
he sort of isn't.

He's unwell.

- Should we let Louise go?

- Listen, forget the shit
between you and Suzie.

This is what he thought
he was doing tonight.

This is what he wanted
to do tonight.

Anyway, it's not happening.

No.

Yes, it's been called off.

I promise.

- Suzie, sorry,
can we just get a moment

with you and your dad?

- You okay, Suze?

- I'm going to go get him.

- Okay.

- Bye, team.

- Oh, drive safely, Naomi.

- I always say to a band,

everyone gets a 25% raise

when you get rid of keyboards.

That focuses minds.

- Yes, great.

Okay.
[softly] Cut that.

- I think, for me,
it would be poison.

- [laughs]
- I mean,

I wouldn't have the nerve,

and I'd be terrible
with the gun,

but maybe if I sapped
his strength

by gradual poison and then
maybe a clunk over the head.

I don't know.
No, I'd lose confidence.

No, poison every time for me.

- Give it five minutes
before you go in there,

because I've just done
a massive shit

on how much I love my daughter.

- Well, we were all
just talking about how

we'd kill Susie's ex-husband.

- Oi!
- The other one.

- Fucking hell, yeah.

I have blokes owe me a favor.

- I have actually offered
to do it,

but she's all
"No, it'd be too obvious."

- Aw, you're a good man, Bailey.

- You know, I think we
should just call it a night.

- That's everyone, yeah?

- No, sorry.
We're done.

- He's on his way.
- I don't want to do this.

We're done.
- Hold the fun.

Suzie wants to hold the fun.

- No daughter of mine.

- He's fine.
Naomi has him.

- But tomorrow's
a really big day.

We're dancing.

- It's just a TV show, love.
It doesn't matter.

- Well, it does matter.
It matters to me.

The only reason it
doesn't matter to you

is because you're shit at it.

[phone dings]

- Okay, gate's gone.

- They're here, they're here.

They're here.
- Brilliant, great.

Let's catch this handheld.

- Actually, do you know what?

Can you just give me a second
because he might be--

- Hey, Frank, hold on.
- I don't want to do it.

I don't want to do it.
- You sure?

- Oh, oh, Frank, where's
all your hair gone?

- Your hair.

- Did you want me to inter--

he said, "Me and Dad decided

to make me look like a soldier."

- Okay, shall we--
we're gonna go to bed.

Okay.

All right, we're gonna--
we're gonna call it a night.

Sorry, we're gonna go.

Uh, thanks for a lovely evening.

- Okay, I guess that's a wrap,
everyone.

- ♪ Ding, dong,
merrily on high ♪

♪ In heaven the bells
are ringing ♪

♪ Ding dong verily the sky... ♪

- I don't tell you enough

how happy I am that she's
with you again.

- Oh, the love of my life.
- I mean it.

I mean it.
- Love of my life.

- ♪ Hosanna in excelsis ♪

[laughter]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- When I watch her dance,
I just feel--

um...

I just feel so proud
of myself.

- The key with parenting is,
you have them on elastic,

or like one of them extendable
leads like with dogs.

It should go really far
but never snap.

That's the secret.

Really, really, far
but never snap,

that's the game.

- She's actually, I guess
in a way, a hero of mine.

I should probably
tell her that.

Well, I guess I'm doing it now.

I'm really proud of you, Suze.

all: Go Suzie!

- Give it up
for Suzie and Bailey.

[cheers and applause]

- Go Bailey!

- Whoo!
Go Suzie!

["Waiting for a Star to Fall"
by Boy Meets Girl playing]

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

[audience clapping rhythmically]

- ♪ I hear your name
whispered on the wind ♪

♪ It's a sound
that makes me cry ♪

♪ Through my mind ♪

♪ And I don't know why ♪

♪ I wish I didn't feel
so strong about you ♪

♪ Like happiness and love
revolve around you ♪

♪ Trying to catch you heart ♪

♪ Is like trying to catch
a star ♪

♪ So many people love you baby ♪

♪ That must be what you are ♪

♪ Waiting on a star to fall ♪

♪ And carry your heart
into my arms ♪

♪ That's where you belong ♪

♪ In my arms baby yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Waiting for a star ♪

♪ And carry your heart
into my arms... ♪

- [vocalizing]

- ♪ Waiting for a star
to fall ♪

♪ And carry your heart ♪

♪ Into my arms... ♪

- Get on the app to save
the dancers you love.

Remember, you decide
who stays in the competition.

- Not a dry eye.
Not a dry eye.

Oh, my God.

I just relived my childhood.

That was incredible.
My heart.

- I'm sorry.
I didn't have the lift.

- Don't tell them.
They'll never know.

- They know.
They know.

She covered. What else is--
- No, no.

- Okay, as the last to dance,
stay on stage.

We're gonna bring
the remaining couples on

and view the Craze Displays.

You know the drill.

Okay, Boozie, your scores
have been combined.

All the votes are in.

Let's see where that puts you
on the couples leaderboard.

Suzie and Bailey, you're safe.

- Oh...
- We're going through!

- Joy and Benny, so sorry.

You are going home.

Wow, what a night
of thrills and spills.

But before we say goodbye
to Joy and Benny,

who could forget,
it's the penultimate week

of "Dance Crazee."

So it's time for STICK or TWIST.

Whoo!
all: [chanting] STICK or TWIST,

STICK or TWIST.

- [laughs]
Shh.

A week before the final,
the highest-scoring contestant

gets to choose to STICK
or TWIST their partner.

It is like the night
before Christmas.

I know, that's next week.
[laughter]

The leaderboard looks like this.

[cheers and applause]

Top, as per, is
nation's favorite footballer

turned Twitch streamer,
Danny Carno.

Danny, I am going to ask you
if you want

to STICK with your partner
for next week

or risk it all and TWIST.

Remember, if they don't TWIST,
too,

it's bye-bye to you.

So Danny Carno,

top of the leaderboard,
STICK or TWIST?

[crowd shouting]

- Yeah, look,
one thing I know: life's short.

- Yeah.
- He'll twist her.

- You got to have a big match
temperament, which I do.

I'm gonna TWIST for Suzie.
[all exclaim]

- We have a TWIST.

Beautifully worded, Danny.

Okay, so Suzie Pickles,

highest you've been ever
on the board.

Do you want to STICK
with Bailey Quinn

and send Danny
and Tabitha home?

Or are you gonna be
Danny's new partner

in the "Dance Crazee" finale
next week?

STICK or TWIST?

STICK or TWIST!

[crowd shouting]

- I'm going to TWIST.
- [gasps]

- She's doing it.

We have a new pairing.

It is going to be quite
the final next week,

ladies and gents.

It's going to be Zack Khalif
and Stella St. Leger

dancing against brand-new couple
Danny Carno and Suzie Pickles.

That's dance drama.

That's "Dance Crazee."

[upbeat music]

- Hey, baby.

Hi.

- Hello.

- Mummy's back
in the hotel you like.

Oh, sorry, baby.

Were you sleeping?

- [vocalizes]
- Is he--is he coming?

Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- It's nearly fucking

midnight, Suzie--

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

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