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[MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

[ROBYN MOANING AND PANTING]

[PATRICK GROANING]

PATRICK: Come on. Come on.

ROBYN: Like that?PATRICK: Yeah, harder.

PATRICK: Faster. [GROANING]

Use both hands.ROBYN: I am.

Come on.

PATRICK: Don't stop.
Keep going.

ROBYN: Just let me.

PATRICK: Um... Fuck!

[CRYING] Fuck!
Blow in his mouth.

You're supposed to
blow in his mouth.

Patrick, I've got this.We weren't doing
anything gay.

How old is he?Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!
I am Fucked!

What exactly
have you had?

Coke, vodka, MD...

We used some poppers,
oxycodone...

Vicodin, clozapine,

and he was drinking
that stuff with all
gold flakes in it.

You know, gold leaf.How much cocaine?

I don't know.
A lot.

Listen to my voice.
There was just a bowl of it.

What's his name?[STAMMERING]

I don't know. Pedro.

Pedro?

[SIGHS] You so don't
know his name.

Don't just snap at me.
This is very stressful.

Okay. Can you roll
that thing up?

You're flapping it
really close to my face.

If this comes out,

I'm dead.

It's... It's over.

I can't do this. If this
comes out, I'm crucified.Patrick. Patrick!

[PATRICK TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

If you kill yourself
I'll fucking kill you!

PATRICK:
I can't take this.

[PATRICK SOBBING]

[VOMITING]

Ugh!

I'm sorry.Are you okay?

Uh-huh.Good.

That's for getting
sick on my dress.

Now, get it together.

As for you...

Wake the fuck up!

[COUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SCREAMING]

Senora.Patrick!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

MAN: Room service.You ordered room service?

I've got
blood sugar issues.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]MAN: Is everything
all right in there?

ROBYN: Just leave it
in the hall, please.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Go on get dressed
right now.Yeah.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

No lamp-o, por favor.

I'm just gonna
put this down
right here.

Mr. Andrews.

There is no
Mr. Andrews, huh?

Mr. Andrews.

I tell.

Here's what's gonna
happen, okay?

You're not gonna
tell it to anyone
about Mr. Andrews

because Mr. Andrews
wasn't here

and you've never
met Mr. Andrews.

That's a favor
I'm asking.

And in return,

I'm not gonna have you
arrested for solicitation
and thrown in prison

where you'll get to do exactly
what you're doing right now,

but for a hell of
a lot less money.

Hmm. You understood that
all right, then.

You can stay here tonight.
I'll take care of the bill.

You can order
room service,

you can use
the minibar.

Knock yourself out.

But tomorrow,

you fuck off
and we'll hear
no more about it.

Deal?

Deal.

Oh, one more thing.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Let's get rid of these
shall we?

[CONTINUES DELETING]

Is that all of them?Yes.

Thanks, Pedro.

Left down the corridor
to the service elevator.

I'll have a cab meet you
at the end of the street.

Thank you for coming,
Robyn.

I don't know what
I'd do without you.
[SOBBING]

All right,
come on.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Buenas noches,Pedro.

Morning, Auntie Robyn.Oh, Jesus.

Hi, sweetheart.

You smell funny.

You look funny.

[BLOWS RASPBERRY][CHUCKLES]

RUTH: I made up the bed
in the spare room for you.

Couldn't make it
that far?What time is it?

6:00.There was
a crisis at work.

RUTH: Of course there was.

Hi, Rob.

ROBYN: Good morning.

Radiant as usual.

Hey.Naughty Auntie Robyn.

Hey, that was
your fault.

Okay, Kelly can have
fruit or toast

or one of those
if she really wants one.

You're not working today?

No, they're letting me work
from home this morning.

Daddy daycare.

There's coffee for you.Thank you.

You.

Is everything all right?

[CLICKS TONGUE] Peachy.

Okay, let's do this.

You sure you don't
want to take a shower?

You smell like
a stripper.

Doesn't she?

I'm okay.

Auntie Robyn,
you dropped this.

Oh, thanks, babe.

I can't have my coffee
without my sugar.

Thanks.

[WHISPERING] Are you
f-ing kidding me?

Fuck! Ow!RUTH: Hey.

"F."

Kelly, let's make some toast,
darling. Come on.

You like yours strong.

Don't, Robyn.

Not in my house.

I swear
it's not mine.

I confiscated it
from a client.

RUTH: Hey, those are mine.

You'll get them back.

There is an extra
bottle for Teddy
in the fridge.

There is backup,
if you need it,
in the freezer...

Freezer. I know. I can cope
looking after our children...[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION]

All right, if I'm not
at work by 8:00,

Caroline will have me
chemically castrated.

[SIGHS]

Okay.

You good?Absolutely.

You?Yeah.

Let's do it.Good to see you, Rob.

Hope all goes well
this morning.

I'll be thinking of you.

And you, of course.

[KISSING]Be good for Daddy.

Can we have pancakes?

Can't have pancakes, sweetie.
It's not Sunday.

[WHISPERS]
Let's make some pancakes.

Shades might
be a bit much.

Al least
I made an effort.

What's wrong
with this?

Nothing. If you're
a high-end prostitute

looking for work.

I didn't know we were
supposed to dress like
Jackie Onassis.

I don't know.
This, here...

You ready?

Wait!

Hey.

Should we say something?

Like what?

I don't know.

Like a prayer?

What?

A prayer?

Okay.[BOTH CHUCKLING]

[SOBBING]

Hey. [SHUSHING]

We shouldn't have left.

We shouldn't have
let her... [CRYING]

You and me, kid.

[CRYING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Oh, Fuck!

No. It's fine.
It's fine.

You go.

Hello.

[WHISPERS] I love you.I love you, bye.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Yes. Mmm-hmm. Yep.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Is she in?Office.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]CAROLINE: Come.

Morning, Caroline.

Does this make me
look like a lesbian?

Uh...

No. It's lovely.

You must understand.
I want to look like a lesbian.

It's for a benefit,
for lesbians.

Oh, well, in that case
with the right hair...

What lesbian
are we talking?
Ellen or Portia?

The second one.

Someone's trying
to sell a story

on Anthony Henderson.

Again?
Who is it this time?

Oh, I don't know,
some fame-hungry twiglet

with puffy lips
and sad-eyes.

Wouldn't normally
be a problem,

but she says she's got pictures.Of course, she does.

As you know,

the papers have
a creaking drawer
full of women

waiting to cash in
on their one night

of wild forgettable sex
with Mr. H.

And once those
floodgates open,

Noah himself wouldn't be
able to save him.

We have our fists in
the proverbial dike.

And she's not
happy about it.
I get it.

Why can't someone else
deal with him?

Because you, my dear,
are the best we have.

Plus, you're the only
one in the office he
hasn't screwed yet.

What if he tries
to screw me?

You screw him.

Or you politely decline
like a big girl.

I don't care.
This isn't a sleepover.

All I care about is
that every housewife
in the country

has a dozen of his cookbooks
on their shelves.

And they frig themselves
to sleep

over what a devoted husband
and father he is.

So, let's not
burst their bubbles.

Or his 21 million
a year turnover,

by exposing his myriad
human failings.

Just get this in
the ground today

before the hashtag
HendersonPutItUpMeToo

lights up the Twittersphere.[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I don't care if that
Jesus himself

asking for your
hand in marriage.

There's only one person
allowed to touch their
phone in this office.

And you're looking at him.

You're meeting Henderson
at the Mondrian in half an hour.
Brush your teeth first.

Christ, you've
got lovely skin.

I'd kill for your skin.

I mean, literally.

I would kill you and
peel it off if I could.

Caroline.Tell me you didn't open
that door without looking first.

I'm so sorry.

Just there's a
terrified Scottish girl

waiting in reception
for you.

Oh, yes.

I got you a new pet.

Hi, I'm Robyn.
You're gonna be with me.

Hi, I'm Melody.
It's nice to meet you.

Let me give you
the tour.

So, what do you
know about us?

Okay, um, Mills Paulson PR.

You've got offices in
London and LA and New York.

You cover everything
from media training

to brand management,
career strategy,

and specializing
in crisis management.

We don't use
the word "crisis"

we call them
"challenges."

Now, the woman in
the Death Star is Caroline.

She's the boss. If you ever
see her smoking inside
don't mention it.

And when she sends you
out for lunch

she wants fresh
steamed broccoli

and salmon sashimi
from Taro.

Make sure you put
the chopsticks in the bag.

She won't use them.
But she'll be offended
if they're not there.

Eve, this is the
new intern, Melody.

Melody, Eve.

Hi, Eve.

Oh, God.
Look at that.

Did you dress yourself?

Be nice, pumpkin.

She looks like she's been
kidnapped by a murderer

and dressed in his
mother's clothes.

[CHUCKLES]No offence.

Great. Um...

Can I get you anything?

Coffee or something?I'll have a coffee.

She can get
her own coffee.

But I do need you to get
ahold of the woman

who claims to have pictures
of Anthony Henderson,

and buy them from her.

I'll email you
the details.Right.

I'll get on to that
right away.

Decaf flat white
without milk, please.

Okay. Should I...

Do the thing I said.
Ignore her.

Maybe one of those
protein bowls.

I missed breakfast.
A fruit bar?

[SNAPS FINGERS]
The pics, okay.

EVE: Christ.

How much we paying her?We're not.

She's an intern.

You kidding me.
Nothing?

I need one of those at my flat.

Do they come in boy?

Six months.
Here for the experience.
No money.

The little Cambodian kids

that make your knock-off Hermes
make more than that.

How dare you?

I only buy handbags made
by free-range children.

And we all had to do it.

Well, I didn't because
my father plays golf

with lots of important people
but everyone else does.

So you're on Henderson?

News travels fast.

Have you dealt
with him much?[CHUCKLES]

When you say "dealt with"
are you asking if I visited
the boneyard?

I cleaned up his mess
with one of the Towies.

We ended up in
the back of his estate.

I still got a scar
on my forehead

from where I hit it repeatedly
on his kid's booster seat.

You're a classy lady, Evie.One tries her best.

Okay. I better go.

The world
won't save itself.

Lunch? I'm spending
the morning with
Conor McGregor.

He's decided he wants
to write a children's book

about a shy cockerel
who gets bullied
by all the chickens

'cause he's got
the funny thing on his head.
What do you call that?

Comb.Comb. Right.

Anyway, the cock then
finds self-respect

by taking up
mixed martial arts.

I shit you not.What is the obsession
with writing children's books?

Surely there's better way
to get your kids to love you.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Apparently not.

It's a date.Don't bone him.

No juice?

Um, you...
You didn't
ask for a juice.

First impressions count.

ANTHONY: So next up we're gonna knock up a classic Henderson household dish.

This dish, for me,
screams, "family dinner."

It's made with care,
it's made with love,
and it's easy as pizza pie.

Meaning, you and
the missus, get maximum...

Uh, Robyn, extreme
circumstances for
a first meeting.

Not for me.

No. [STUTTERS]
Of course not.

Listen, you must
think that I...

I need to know what to
expect if this thing drops.

What do you mean?

How many other women
are gonna be making calls?

I... I don't...

Well, maybe in the past,
I've been a bit... [SIGHS]

I'm on the telly.

And that provides
opportunity...

This isn't the Leveson inquiry.
Can we hurry this up, please?

I love my wife.

How many women, Anthony?

[SIGHING] I'm such
a fucking idiot.

We're in the process
of acquiring damages.

But the truth is, the press
have already had a sniff.

So if we want them to drop
the bone, we're going to have to
give them something better.

What do you mean,
"something better?"

Something sympathetic.
Illness is always good.

Anything wrong
with any of your kids?

Excuse me?

Downs, meningitis,
learning difficulties
at a push.

No, thank God.

Cancer?No!

Oh, come on, Anthony,
work with me!

Wife, brother, sister.
You've seen the ads.
It affects one in three.

Sally's mother
died of breast cancer.

But she was eighty-seven,
and that's four years ago.

So it's in the family...

That's good.

Is it?

Okay. I'm gonna book her in
for a mammogram. I know
a clinic. It's a private place.

Maybe she found a lump.
Maybe her breasts were tender.

And if she tragically lost her
mother to the disease, she's got
to go in and get it checked out.

And you're gonna take
her there and be by her side.

The supportive, wonderful
husband that you are.

Surely we can't just lie.

Did you think we'd
resolve this without lying?

'Cause we can try that
approach if you prefer.

Sorry, but how exactly
am I supposed to get her
to agree to this?

With all due respect, I'm sure
you've lied to your wife before.

You'll figure it out.

Look, just tell her
that you love her.

And that you read an article
about breast cancer rates,
and you're worried.

And you don't want your
kids to lose their mother.

You'd be surprised what people
will believe if they want to.

God! What is...

What's wrong with me?
Why do I do this?

Hey, Anthony. You can't...

It's a nightmare.

Hey, wow, okay.
[WHISPERS]
You can't do this here.

And you're squeezing my hands.
Get... Anthony, get off.
Get off. Come on.

MELODY: Come on.

[TAPPING ON KEYBOARD]

Come on...

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Hi, I'm the, uh,
computer guy.

Hi! [STAMMERING]
Hi, um, I'm Melody.

It's this one here.
I can't get it to work.

Is this your computer?

No. I'm just an intern.

Um, it's Robyn's computer?
Robyn is my boss.

That's a pretty name.

Melody, not Robyn. Well,
Robyn's a pretty name too.

But, so... What did you say
the problem was, again?

Okay.

Sorry.

It's like...
This thingy there?

So when I move that,
it doesn't move, so I can't...

Yeah, it's... Just...
Sorry.

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

It's not switched on.

Yep, that was
really embarrassing.[LAUGHING]

It just
wasn't switched on.

And I didn't even
think to change the...

I need you to
book us somewhere for
lunch. Fancy but cheap.

Somewhere I'll like
that won't give me bread.
What's Harry Potter doing here?

I was just fixing
a thing for Melody.

Yeah, it wasn't even
switched on, so...

Don't worry about that.
It's always the switch.

[BOTH GIGGLING]

[MOCKING GIGGLE]

Adorable. Restaurant.

Right.

[HISSES]

Once you've done that,
I want you to go
through these for me.

What's this?

It's Tinder. You're not
familiar with it?

No, I know what Tinder-

Great. So go through. Say yes
to all the attractive ones.

But remember, you're
matching with me, not you,
so standards, high.

Be picky. Nines and tens.
Working professionals.

No beards, no glasses,
no tiger selfies.

If any of them message you,
then you can discuss dinner.

Once they suggest
a restaurant, Google it,
look at the menu.

If you can buy a bottle of wine
for less than thirty quid
then tell them it's a no.

Keep Tuesday evenings free.
That's when I do Kundalini.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yep?

ROBYN: I'm still with Henderson.
Did you get the pictures?

Um, yeah. I was just trying to
email you, but I couldn't get
your computer to work. So...

Yes or no?

Right, yes, I think. She said
she would agree to sell them,
but they're not gonna be cheap.

I didn't know how much
money you had around, so...

That's fine. He can afford it.

Look, I need you to book
a mammogram for me.

A what?
For... For you?

No! Not for me.
For his wife.His wife?

I'll text you the number
of my guy in Harley Street.
He owes me a favor.

Okay, um...
What time do you...

Did he try and fuck you yet?

Jesus! No, Eve! The man
is having a breakdown.

Of course, he is.
Has he started crying yet?

That's what tipped me.
Love seeing a man cry.

[SCOFFS] Eve.

Oh, come on,
he must have done
something.

He had his hand on my arse
within three minutes.
Knob out in twenty.

Well, maybe he just
recognizes that I'm more
professional than you are.

Yeah, you're probably right.
Ciao-ciao.

[SNORTS]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Sorry about that.It's fine.

But, you are paying for
the hotel and that's
mini bar whiskey

it's gonna cost you about
term of your kid's school fees.

Well, best enjoy it then.

Hmm.

Things haven't been great
with me and the missus.

We hadn't had sex
for a year-and-a-half.

Anthony, I don't care.

It's a sickness,
I'm an addict.

I can't help it,
it's like diabetes.

Maybe you should stop putting
your dick in so many cakes then.

You are a very cold woman,
you know.

I'm not gonna feel sorry
for you because you cheated
on your wife.

I am a decent bloke, okay?

Yeah, I messed around
a little bit, but who hasn't?

I don't deserve
to be crucified for it.

Seriously, this shit
is terrifying.

Everybody's got a story
nowadays.

Everyone. I've got friends
that'll never ever work again

because some disgruntled
one-night stand just pointed
the finger at them.

And it goes both ways.

I've had to deal with my
fare share of clumsy passes
from drunken women.

They follow me
down to the toilet

and grab my arse,
but you don't see me
calling Rupert Murdoch, do you?

You done?

Just saying, if I were a woman,
we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

What's the difference?

I would say the main difference

is that you haven't been told
since you were 11 that every
male you encounter

has the potential to
rape and murder you.

Followed by a life of
pre-sexualization, cat-calling
and slut-shaming

that fills you
with so much guilt and fear

that when you're 16 and some kid
starts choking you during sex,
either with his hands

or with his penis,
'cause he saw
it in a bunch of porn.

You assume it must be you
who got it wrong.

So, every time there's an
inappropriate comment
or a hand on your thigh,

you swallow it.

Until one day the world says,
"Hey, actually, maybe all
that crap isn't your fault,"

and the relief is so great
that shit just pours
out of you like a tsunami.

And, yes, like most tsunamis
innocent people drown.

But, I am sorry
that you've had
to deal with women

you didn't deem
attractive enough,
grabbing your ass.

I appreciate the life
has its challenges.

[LAUGHS]

What?You don't give
a fuck, do you?

[SCOFFS] Should I?

I do love her you know,

my wife.

And I love
my kids, obsessively.

That thing I said to you
about not having sex for a
year-and-a-half, that was a lie.

We have sex all the time
and it's... It's great.

It's just sometimes,
I...

I like to fuck people
that I don't love, too.

That feels like
the first honest thing
you've said to me.

I'm gonna make some calls,
round up some photographers.

Stay here for a bit.

Get your head straight.

Why haven't you tried
to have sex with me?

Excuse me?

If it's such an addiction,
why haven't you tried
to have sex with me?

Um, would...

Would you like me to?No.

I can do if you want.I don't want, thank you.

I'll be in touch.

You're complicated.

You got all this stuff going on
behind the eyes. I wouldn't even
know where to start.

Of course,
I'd like to have sex
with you.

But you are not simple.You only try to sleep
with simple women?

You want me to be
completely honest?Why not?

I'm intimidated by you.And why is that?

Because I know you are more
fucked-up that I am.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

When you do it,
does it make you feel
better or worse?

Both.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

"Conor The Cockerel
was a game bird

"but sometimes
the other chickens
would laugh at him

"because he was too flamboyant
and his crow was too loud..."Eve...

Eve, um,
Robyn wanted me to pick...

Look at this.
I mean, that's the stuff
of nightmares, right?

I need to book
an appointment for...Look at that.

They're like
prison drawings.

I just need to know
if I should call...[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Conor, darling!

Yes, I did, I did, and I am
looking at them right now.
They're beautiful, sweetheart.

Such a lovely simplicity
about them.

I think it's right
not to use color.

So strong
in black and white,
like you.

[LAUGHING]

[LINE RINGING]

Hello,
is that Mrs. Henderson?

Yes, uh, this is Melody.
I am calling from
your husband's PR company.

I'm just looking
to book-in your mammogram
for this afternoon.

And I was just wondering
what kind of times
would be good.

Your mammogram?

Oh...

Right then.
So, what happens now?

I go and get on with my day,
you go and speak to your wife.

Where are my
goddamn underwear?

Treat yourself to a new pair.

They are not mine.You okay?

Great!What are you angry about?

How long you got?

Hey, just so we're clear.
Who actually fucked who there?

I'd say, that I fucked myself
and you fucked your wife.

I'll be in touch.
Nice working
with you, Anthony.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

EVE: Melody, phone.

Right. Tinder update.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]Jesus.

Okay, Christ.

Right. I can see I'm gonna have
to go through this whole thing
again from the beginning.

I mean, what's the deal
with this guy?

I mean, he's wearing a hat.Oh...

That should set off
alarm bells
for starters.

He's got a song lyric
for his bio.
For Christ's sake.

I thought it was a poem.It's November Rain.

Thank God it's not a poem.

Then I'd be
really pissed off.

Amateur hour,
must do better.

Oh, Robyn,

I think I might've done
something bad.

You fucked him,
didn't you?

Look, before you
say anything...

I'm just saying.
I know I can't judge,

but I thought
you were better than me.

I am better than you.

Did you have sex with
Anthony Henderson?

So my guy at
The Mirrorcalled me.

Seems Patrick Andrews'
little Spanish friend

from last night's
been in touch.

Cheeky father-fucker,
I paid him.

Mmm, gets better.
He's 15.

It's okay.
He's sitting on it
for now.

Says their cup overfloweth
with Pedro stories,

but wants something good
to make it go away.

Mmm. Tell him he can
have the exclusivity

on Patrick
and Bianca's wedding.

Patrick Andrews
is getting married?

He is now.

They can
announce it tonight.

God, that poor girl.Poor girl, what?

Living in a mansion
and getting an allowance
to buy drugs and dresses?

Mmm-hmm.
That's the dream.

Do you think
she knows that he's...Do you think she cares?

Give her her dues.

She'll have trolled
Essex nightclubs
for months

sucking off
a lot of frogs
to get into his bed.

And now she's found
her princess.

Aw, I love
a footballer's wedding.

We should all go.
Shits, giggles.

Drink free champagne,
laugh at the chavvy
wedding dresses,

watch Melody get gang-raped
by bunch of drunken sexually
repressed footballers.

[CHUCKLES]I don't think
that's very funny.

It wasn't a joke.

Melody, get a ring
sent round to Patrick's,

a big one,
and send him the bill.

Where are you going?
We're lunching.

ROBYN:
Going to the chemist.

You'll call
your guy, yeah?

Wait, I'll need to
tell you that thing.

ROBYN: Email me.

Is that a gym selfie?

You're on
your third strike,
Bridget.

How's it going?

I'm all right.
Just another day.

How about you?Just another day.

What did you do?

Nothing.

Robyn, you're
less convincing

than my 4-year-old
telling me that

she wasn't the one who
put Lego up the cat's ass.

I fucked a client.Ow!

Careful.
You did what?

Robyn!I know. I know.

What the F?I shouldn't have
told you.

Well, you did.

Take that out
of your mouth, please.

What?

Not you.
Well, actually, yes, you.

Jeez, Louise. I don't know
what goes through
your head sometimes.

Yeah.

Just don't think
you get a free pass

just because
today's today,
you know.

It doesn't give you
an excuse to be
S-H-1-T-T-Y.

"Shonetty"?

Yes, "Shonetty."

So, is whatever it was
out of your system now?

It was never
in my system.
It was...

Just a stupid...

I did it because
it was there.

And I knew
I'd get away with it.

[WHISPERING] It's my job
to help him get away with it.

Is it your job
to fudge him?

What is fudging someone
mean, Mummy?Nothing, sweetie.

Do your coloring and you can
have some apricots, okay?

Do you see?

Do you see what you are
bringing into my house?

So, who was it?

Does it matter?

Well, that's a slutty
thing to say.

[WHISPERING]
Anthony Henderson.

[SCREAMS] What?
Oh, he is fine!

You're supposed to be
telling me off.I am!

But just because
I vehemently disapprove

doesn't mean
I need to be spared
the sordid details.

My life is hardly inundated
with smut these days.

The only thing
keeping me awake
at night

is screaming children
or Mark's IBS.

I can't remember
the last time Mummy
had some D.

Anthony Henderson?

Oh, I thought he was
one of the good ones.

There are
no good ones.

Well, you reap
what you sow, my dear.

So. How was it?

It was fine.

Blunt.

"Blunt"? Brilliant.

Thank you, E. L. James,
for your fine
erotic illustration.

That'll make
a great addition
to the diddle box.

[INHALES]

[SIGHS] I'll never
be able to enjoy
his aubergine gratin

in the same way again.

Were you wearing
my underwear?

I'll wash them.Ugh!

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

Oh! Oh, God damn it!

I gotta go.

Taxi!

She won't let you in.

She wants a divorce.

Hold these.

Hi.

Who are you?

I'm Robyn.

I work for the PR firm
that represents your husband.[EXHALES]

Of course
you bloody do.

How did you get in?

Bathroom window.You broke into my house.

Jesus. You people
are incredible.

What do you want?

I just want to fix things.

[LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY]
I'm leaving him.

Why?

Okay. Why now?

Because I'm sick of being
treated like an idiot.

Him cheating on me
is one thing,

him thinking
I'm stupid enough
not to realize is another.

I know what he does.

But he could at least
have the bloody decency

to stop getting caught.

Mmm.There's nothing
more pathetic

than the wronged wife.

I cannot abide people
feeling sorry for me.

Okay. What do you want?

You want him punished?

One phone call

and I can have him on
the front page of every
newspaper tomorrow.

Named and shamed,

broadcast to everyone
you know

and everyone
you don't know.

Or you ride it out.

You get over this hump,

and then,

when the fuss
has died down,

quiet and dignified,

get a divorce.

And you take
that son of a bitch

for every single penny
you can get.

Did he fuck you, too?

No.

[CHUCKLING]

[GULPING]

Six months,
I want a cookbook.

And I wanna
do Strictly.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You want a grape, love?Uh, no.

[DOOR OPENS]

Mrs. Henderson.

I'll come with you.Absolutely not.

What did you say
to her?

Doesn't matter.
She's here,
isn't she?

Photographers are outside.

You should probably
go say something.

"Worried. What a strain.
Respect your privacy..."

Can I ask you something?Shoot.

Why did you
have sex with me?

To see how I felt.

And how did
you feel?

I didn't.

I don't.

Sorry,
don't take it
personally.

No. No, I don't.
I just hoped that you might
have had a better answer.

Rub your eyes.

Why?It'll make you
look upset.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

REPORTER: Anthony, is there
anything you can tell us?

Well, these are obviously
very worrying times.

Uh, immense stress
on the family.

These are precautionary...

Precautionary tests...

[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

EVE: All right, darling.
[CHUCKLES]

Well, I think it's
an excellent idea.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, we're always here.

Whatever you need. Ta-ta.

Apparently some
Ukrainian wrestler

just called Conor
a Gypsy on Insta.

So, thankfully he's decided
to put his shy cock
to bed for now

and focus on hitting
men's faces
a little while longer.

Celebratory drink.

I'd love to,
but I'm destroyed.

Oh, come on,
don't be such a baby.

I've got an hour to kill
before my date.

Who do you have a date with?Melanie?

[CHUCKLES]
His name's Peter,
he's a GP.

His name's Peter,
and he's a GP.

Is he the one
who drives an Audi?Yes.

Drives an Audi.I'm so pleased to see
you guys are bonding.

You sure you can't
manage a quick one?Maybe tomorrow.

Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow.

It's enough to give
a girl a complex.

You're the only girl
for me, sugar-tits.

I'll go for one.

[LAUGHING]

Aw!

Bless you.

[CONTINUES LAUGHING]

Um... Look,
I just wanted to say

I'm really sorry about

phoning Sally Henderson.It's fine.

But in the future,

just assume that we're
lying to everyone.

Did you get my pills?

Yeah.

Oh, God, no.
That's way too much.

Call it wages.

I don't get any...Keep it.

But if you tell anyone

I'll deny it and
give you to Eve.

If you're a woman,

would you want to
have sex with me?

I am. And I do.

Good. All sorted?

He shall live to
fuck another day.

Hmm.

Caroline,

do you prefer
worrying about...

If this is gonna be
a question about
existential angst,

I'm going to have
to stop you there.

The world keeps
turning, Robyn.

We just help push.

Oh, by the way,
they found a shadow.What?

In his wife's breast,
from the scan.

They found a shadow.
Thought you'd want to know.

Lucky. She owes you one.

Ah, my date's here.

She works in accounts.

She's actually straight,

but she's the closest
I could find.

[TYPING]

[BABY CRYING]WOMAN: Hey.

Oh, sorry.

He's beautiful.

Or... She...
It... It's beautiful.

You can have it
if you want.

I haven't slept
in three days.

He.

Hmm?

He's a he.

[BABY COOING]

It's hard
to tell if he's happy or...

Having a poo.

[BABY CRIES]Oh, sorry.

Oh, that's all right.
Don't take it personally,
I mean...

I love him and all that...
[WHISPERING]
But Christ, he's boring.

[CHUCKLES]And selfish. I mean...

All they do is
eat, shit, cry.

Eat, shit, cry.I had an ex like that.

[IN PLAYFUL VOICE]
Mummy's losing her mind,
isn't she?

Yes, she is.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] See?

Nothing.

Where's the father?

Work.

[WHISPERING]
Lucky bastard.

I have a master's
in criminal psychology

and the sum total
of my conversation

in the last four days
has been shushing, cooing,

begging.

I went...

I went out.

Left the house
with my jumper on

inside out and
back to front
this morning

and when I noticed

I didn't even bother
to change it.

I mean, less than
a year ago,

I dropped a grand
on a Burberry trench coat.

How was your day?

My mother committed suicide
a year ago today.

She jumped off
the Brooklyn Bridge.

Well, this is awkward.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Hey, I'm so...

I'm so sorry
about your mum.

It's okay,
she was nuts.

My sister and I moved here
to get away from her.

To be honest,
part of you goes,

"Well, it happened,

"so, now, I don't need to worry
about it happening anymore."

Mmm, yeah,
I get that.

The real problem
is the dread.

I feel like now she's gone
I'll take her place.

It's like...

Looking at your reflection
in a dirty pond.

Hmm.

Can I ask you
a question?Yeah.

Are you happy?

[INHALES]

I don't know. Um...

I don't know.
I'm just really tired.

Me too.

Hmm.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

SAM: You are a filthy,
filthy man.

Mmm. No.

Shit. Enough.

I'm sorry.
I got to go now.

Someone more interesting
has turned up.

Yeah. Ravi says hi.Hi, Ravi.

All right, man.
I got to go. Later.

Shit.

I'm sorry.
I... I can explain.

It's fine.
You don't have to.

I know I'm not
meant to be smoking.Babe, it's fine.

How's Ravi?

He's a terrible,
terrible man.

Met this girl at the gym
that he's trying
to get with, right?

And so he sends her
a picture of his dick,
as you do.

But instead of sending
it to her, he sends it to
his estate agent who is a dude.

Christ.Yeah.

And then he tries to
start the whole thing out

by sending another
message saying his phone
had been stolen,

but he sent it
from the same phone.

This guy's an absolute
fricking car-crash.

[LAUGHS]
Man, dick pics.

Whoever thinks those
are a good idea?

It just looks like
a selfie taken by
an angry sock puppet.

Enough about
Ravi's dick, already.

How you doing?[SIGHS]

Missed you last night.

How's Ruth?

This morning
all go okay?

It went.

I did try calling you
a couple of times.

Yeah, I know.
There was a crisis at work.

When is there not?

How was your day?

Not good.

Fifteen-year-old girl
thought it would be a good idea
to throw herself under a train.

They brought her in,
absolute mess.

Looked like
a Mr. Potato Head that had
been put together wrong.

Then her parents turned up.

Pretty shitty.

Hence the, uh...

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Okay, you win.

Baby, I hate to do this to you
after such a stressful day,

but apparently your
fertile window is closing.

I'd like to get in there.[CHUCKLES]

Do you find that weird
that you have an app
that tracks my womb?

Do you?

Mmm.

Can I just grab
a quick shower first
and wash the day off?

Of course.

Sure you're okay, Rob?

Peachy.

[KNOB TURNS][WATER RUNNING]

[SNORTING]

[EXHALES]

[CLATTERING]

SAM: You all right in there?

Yeah.

Just dropped my toothbrush.