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Alice!
Hi, did you get any sleep?
No. No, not really. You?
Not really, no.
I've been too wrapped up in this whole Alice Bell circus.
I took my eye off the ball. Nick, it's not your fault.
I'm the one who trusted her.
I invited her into our house.
I'm sorry.
Listen, Vanessa's organised a Zoom this morning,
but I've decided that I'm going to leave the group afterwards.
Soon, we'll never have to see her again.
Charlotte or Alice.
Yeah.
So Doctor Nash was about to do the morally right thing
and tell the public who that monster is.
And then he gets beaten within an inch of his life.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
This is a call to arms for any self-respecting men.
We cannot let Alice Bell get away with this.
The Feminazis talk about violence against women.
But no-one bats an eyelid when it's violence against men.
We must make her pay.
And now it's come to light that one of these women, Vanessa Carr,
well, her father is Vincent Patton,
a notorious drug dealer and murderer.
My father is not my fault.
OK, so maybe that makes her not Alice Bell. Maybe...
My father is not my fault. ..but it also makes her a big, fat hypocrite.
Her company only takes on female clients.
Shit! Shit! Idiot.
One of her company's mantras...
Mantras!
...is, "Break up with toxic."
"They're all the same." Liars!
Fuck! Fuck!
SHE SCREAMS
PHONE VIBRATES
Shall I go and wake him?
I don't know what to say to him.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
Sounds like he's gone back to bed.
Come on, let's talk to him together. Yeah?
OK, so, sectioned, addiction to morphine, considered dangerous.
Anything else? No. No, sorry.
It's got to be Fran,
but we need to be incontrovertible when we go public.
What if it's not her, though?
I don't know if we should be doing this - making accusations.
I think that ship's sailed.
Come on, Julie's doing it all the time - to you.
Yeah, but... It's only a matter of time, Charlotte.
We can't just stand by as our lives are ruined.
Hunter's already leaked who my father is.
That's my business, my reputation, fucked.
Yeah, but... Well, at least it's clear that you're not Alice Bell.
I mean, you can't be. Thanks, Pollyanna.
But that assumes the mob works on logic.
Whoever's my dad,
I'm still getting death threats for being Alice Bell.
This isn't going away, Charlotte. People love to hate.
They just want a head on a spike.
OK, let's give it to them before it's too late.
Well, it's gone bonkers.
People can't actually believe that Alice Bell had Nash beaten up.
It's coincidence, though, isn't it?
Nash is about to announce who Alice is - bang! He's silenced.
Maybe forever. Seems that was the intention.
PHONE BEEPS Whoever Alice Bell is,
it's clear she's really fucking dangerous.
Certifiable, even.
And everyone thinks she's one of us.
Aren't you all sick to death of being wrongly accused?
That is why we have to go to the Best of Britain Awards tomorrow.
Yeah, absolutely. Sure. Yeah.
We can get dressed up, enjoy ourselves.
Is it really a good idea to go?
I'm not sure. Yes.
Their endorsement says we are heroes, not villains.
Vanessa's right, Fran. We can't go into hiding.
We have to stick with the message. You have to be there tomorrow night.
I need this, and you owe me.
Vanessa...
Look, I've said I'm sorry. I've told you about the tracker.
I've booked a limo so we can all arrive together.
It's picking us up from the region at six. Bye.
See you at the hotel.
Fran, I was just, um...
Did you get any of my texts? Yeah. Been busy with my family.
Totally.
How is everyone?
Has Violet forgiven me for that meat-fest breakfast?
How's Nick? And, um...
Jay, is he OK?
He's fine.
Thank Christ for blurred backgrounds.
Your interiors nearly gave the game away.
Not Laura Ashley enough for you?
No, it's more the grapefruit vagina hanging above your bed.
Oh, yeah. I've got a thing for yonic art.
And you. Oh!
You know, last night was...
This morning was... What?
We have tomorrow at the hotel.
It's almost like you're mine.
Right, I'd better shower. All right.
Oh, Ros, have you got a charger I can borrow?
Yeah, there should be one in the front room. Thanks.
What the fuck?
Morning.
How was last night, sweetheart? How was Macy?
Yeah, good as gold.
Where is she, is she napping?
Yeah.
Well, I'm glad she didn't disturb your evening with Charlotte.
Charlotte? In our bed.
You were supposed to be looking after your baby sister.
Don't you have anything to say? Nik...
You know, I'm not having this conversation.
It's my private business. Sit down now!
She's 20 years older than you. What were you playing at?
What was she playing at? Nothing.
We like each other.
Oh, my God.
AB4 in your phone...?
Those boob sexts are from Charlotte?!
I'm sorry, boob texts? Jay?
She's Alice Bell, and you knew it.
No, she's not her. Of course not.
I just called her that in my phone. It was funny.
Is it, really? Yes. She knows that. And she thought it was, too.
Except I don't think she is joking, Jay.
No-one normal does what she did to you.
Just give me your phone. No, fuck you! Jay...
And what about you?
Have you asked her who she really is?
I know she was sectioned. Ambleside Mental Health hospital.
Hey, where's all this coming from? Oh, it doesn't matter.
But she was. She was a danger to other people.
Yeah, 12 years ago, just after
Alice Bell was released from prison and she had a morphine addiction.
Yeah, you know only professionals can get a hold of morphine,
and Alice Bell was a nurse. So just admit it...
...you're Alice bell.
OK... Listen.
Come.
After my parents died - both of them, in quick succession...
...being alone with my dad at the hospice was...
I just got very down,
and I had thoughts of hurting myself and...
...they just didn't go away.
You mean, like, you wanted to kill yourself?
Yeah.
Yeah.
They didn't section me because I was a danger to anyone else, sweetheart.
It was because I was a danger to myself.
What about your morphine addiction? Jay...
What the hell's got into you? It's OK.
My dad, he had a tonne left over after he'd gone, and I...
I was...
I was just in so much pain.
Is that when you moved to Woodgate? Yeah.
Yeah, the hospital staff thought that a fresh start might be better.
I didn't get the best first impression, though.
I was meant to be meeting the Woodgate Council housing officer
down on those new flats on Weddington Road and...
...yeah, he was half an hour late.
Bloody cheek of it.
And then this
dashing gentleman turned up in a burnt orange Ford Fiesta.
Oh, my God.
My golden pre estate agent days.
And the rest is history.
If that's true, then why didn't you tell us?
Why were you hiding it?
All right, all right. Jay, that's enough.
Please apologise.
You know, this is Charlotte's influence. Hey...
I wasn't hiding it.
Oh, I love you so much, darling.
And I will tell you anything you need to know.
It's just...
It wasn't the best chapter of my life, you know?
Charlotte said... Get your head out of your dick, Jay.
Whatever you think you feel, you've been manipulated.
Stop patronising me.
You know, I can think for myself.
Jay, do you remember how we were before Fran?
After your mother died?
Fran is your family.
You should know how precious that is.
Phone, please.
It's in my room.
Are you leaving? Oh, yeah. Thanks for the charger.
Yeah, no worries. OK, great.
Jules. Mm-hm? Are you OK?
Do you think maybe we're moving too fast?
I mean, how well do we know each other, really?
After last night, pretty well.
Right, I think I know what's going on.
What is going on, Ros?
Look, it's not as simple for you as it is for me.
You're married. You've got the kids and Ken, so...
Why don't we take it easy, right?
I'll just call up some of my other bitches.
Oh, God.
No, Jules, I'm joking. I'm joking.
Oh, right. There's no-one else.
There's only you.
OK.
Bye.
PHONE BEEPS
Thank you.
Jay, it's me, Charlotte.
AB4, obviously.
I've been texting you back.
Anyway, I just really need to hear from you, please.
Kiss, kiss.
Fuck off, Liam.
DOORBELL RINGS
Yeah, I knew it. I knew you were going to bail on these awards.
You'll have a nice time. Not without you.
Please.
I need you there.
Everything OK? Mm-hm. Yeah.
Right, so I was having some trouble with my laptop,
and I thought, you know, Ros is a techie.
So while we were in Dublin,
I went to her room to see what she could do.
I saw some photos on her computer...
...of Shelley Gold.
The Sandman's first victim.
There were a lot of photos.
There were screenshots of all the headlines.
Like she collected them, like they were, um...
Oh, my God, like, trophies.
Well, maybe she's been looking into the case since all
those trolls thought that she was Alice Bell.
Yeah, yeah.
Except they were marked in a folder that said 2009. Ros?
Surely not.
I never thought it was her. Wait, what?
Wait, is there someone else?
No.
Fran, come on, it's me.
No, it's not my place to say.
Has something happened? Look, why don't you want to come tonight?
Charlotte stayed here a couple of nights ago.
Her ex was pestering her, and I was worried that...
I caught her having sex with Jay.
Oh, my God, Fran!
I bet she was high.
I saw her off her face on drugs in Dublin.
If she's given any to Jay, then...
God, I always said...
I always knew there was something wrong with that girl.
Doesn't mean that she's...
Oh, come on. I mean, she's fucked up.
She's sexually fucked up. She's an addict. Sh! I'm sorry.
But what about Ros and Shelley Gold?
Well, I don't know, but come on, Fran,
your child, under your roof.
God, it's... It's evil.
Right, come tonight. You have to come now.
We can't let her win.
But I don't want to make a scene - for Jay's sake.
Well, I won't say a word, I promise.
Well, I haven't got anything to wear.
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
CHEERING
Cheers!
You look nice.
Fran, you look amazing. Like a whole new woman.
Seriously! Girl, the red is fire.
What's up with the traffic? Fuck's sake!
Do you think Olly Murs is gonna be there?
We can only hope not.
I don't even like him.
Traffic to the O2 looks terrible. Can you take some back roads?
Will do.
Nik, just checking in. How's Jay doing?
Has his mood shifted at all?
Yeah, a bit down. I sense the worst is yet to come.
OK, well, just keep an eye on him, then, OK?
PHONE BEEPS
Nik? Hang on. What?
You're not gonna believe this. She's messaging him right now.
Can you see her? What...?
Right, I'm sending you this.
PHONE BEEPS
PHONE RINGS
Hello? Vanessa speaking.
Are you nervous, Charlotte?
I understand. It's been a pleasure working with you.
Thank you for your time.
Was that another client?
Vanessa?
Uh... Vanessa?
Oh, shit. I think she's gonna be sick.
Vanessa? Are you all right? Pull over. I need to get out.
No, we can't stop now, cos we're gonna miss the red carpet.
Pull over. Vanessa, I don't think he can pull over here.
Find somewhere!
Sorry, excuse me, can you pull over, please?
Anywhere quiet away from here.
You OK? I'll go after her.
Ness, you all right?
Vanessa, do you want some water? Vanessa, are you all right?
No. Right, we can still make it - just. How far away is it?
Just take this and go. Thanks.
What the fuck? Sorry? What's going on?!
We're in the middle of bloody nowhere. Sorry?
Right, I'll try and call a cab. Julie.
What? What? Why?! What the fuck? Are you mad?
SHE LAUGHS
I wasn't going to do this till after the awards, but fuck it.
We all need to have a little chat.
Oh, God. Yeah, Vanessa, we get it.
It's all gone a little bit pear-shaped in this group.
Let's just do the Best of Britain awards and we'll just talk after.
It's fine.
There is no Best of Britain. That was the producers.
We were dropped. "Scheduling issues."
That's bullshit for,
"One of you crazy bitches got Jason Nash beaten
"within an inch of his life."
And that really doesn't fit with their everyday heroes brand.
One of you is a liar,
and we're not leaving here until you've told the truth.
Until one of you has admitted that you're Alice Bell.
Anyone got anything they'd like to say?
People get beaten up in prison all the time, Vanessa.
Oh, do they Charlotte? Oh, here we go.
Look, maybe Alice Bell did get Nash beaten up
just to make it look like it was one of us.
Nash has publicly said she's one of us, Fran.
Why would he lie? A sociopathic serial killer.
I think lying might be in his wheelhouse.
I'm not doing this. Not like this. No, Ros, wait.
Are you not curious, Ros?
Doesn't it interest you at all which of us she might be?
I just don't think that this is the way to do things.
I know that playing hardball is in your blood, Vanessa.
Nice. Real nice. Really progressive.
That's you all over, isn't it? Sorry, because I'm a lesbian?
All right, just calm down.
Sorry, what has happened to us?
We've all been in the same situation.
We should be supporting each other. Have we?
Have we what? All been in the same situation?
I saw photos of Shelley Gold on your computer.
Nash's first victim? Lots of them.
Why the fuck were you going through my computer?
Have you guys been hanging out?
Ros, I'm just looking for an explanation.
And now you're not giving me one, it's making me nervous.
OK, seeing as we're getting into it,
why do you have credit cards in about ten different names, Julie?
Diane Roberts, Suzanne Saunders... Fuck me!
This is quite a switch, Ros.
Wait, you went through my purse? When?
And those plastic surgery scars.
Plastic surgery? I knew it.
Alice Bell would have changed the way she looked, that's for sure.
Look, I'm sorry, Julie,
but I don't think you are who you say you are.
Right, well, this is incredible.
Yeah, I had some plastic surgery.
I grew up in the '90s, as we all did.
"Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."
Perfection. Perfection. Perfection.
I am a tragic fucking cliche, but that doesn't make me Alice Bell.
The fact is, I don't think she is you, Julie, or you, Ros. Vanessa...
Me?
Why? No, you're barking up the wrong tree there, Vanessa.
You were pointing the finger at me, for a start.
I mean, it should have been obvious then.
Vanessa, that was an honest mistake.
Oh, yes! This, "Humble mouse that roars," act.
Smart play. Play? What play?
We all saw you in Dublin on that stage, working that audience.
I was nervous as hell, Vanessa.
People like her, Vanessa.
Because she doesn't use words like, "Solidarity,"
and pull off stunts like this.
Did she tell you that 12 years ago...
Vanessa, wait. I got it wrong.
The fuck are you talking about?
You sent me a screenshot of her hospital records.
Thanks for being such a wonderful house guest, Charlotte.
Sorry, what's going on? What happened 12 years ago?
Well, Charlotte will tell you that, yeah, I was hospitalised,
a mental health hospital, because I was depressed.
I was addicted to morphine after my dad died, and...
You were sectioned because you were a danger to others.
No, she wasn't. Not to others, anyway. Just to herself.
I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions. I got it wrong.
For fuck's sake, Charlotte.
Jay only just told me... Jay?
Sorry, why were you speaking to Fran's stepson about this?
Oh, he sends me silly memes sometimes.
He's a sweet kid. Oh, God. Give it up, Charlotte!
Julie, Julie, don't. No, what? What is it?
Nothing. Nothing! Nothing.
Charlotte slept with Jay, Fran's 17-year-old child.
Julie, I said that we weren't... Fuck.
And then you tried to use me to frame Fran?
No, it wasn't... it wasn't like that. You called me.
You've got an Irish passport, you're a drug addict,
and it turns out you're a sexual deviant.
Of course it's not, Ros. Of course it's not Fran.
And we all know it's not Vanessa.
So just please, would you just admit it?
You are Alice Bell!
Fran, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was stupid.
Unforgivable. I just thought that you cared about me.
And then you just threw me out.
Really? Don't. I'm not trying to make an excuse.
There is no excuse.
I've regretted it every second since. Have you? Yeah.
Well, just now, when we were in the car, you sent him this.
"Wish I was with you now instead of these ancient Karens."
"We'd both be having a lot more fun."
Three flame emojis. "Love, Alice."
It was a joke.
The Alice bit.
It's not a funny joke, but it's just a joke that we do.
We? Right. Fran, it was a terrible...
I shouldn't have...
Or been texting him right now.
You're right, I don't know. I mean, he's hot for his age.
Oh, my God.
I fucked up, OK?
I always fuck up, but not because I'm Alice Bell,
just because of...
...me.
You all think I'm her?
Fran, come on.
You know I'm not her, right?
I don't know what to believe, Charlotte.
It's OK, Fran. Fuck.
Charlotte! Ros, Ros, Ros, just wait, wait, wait. Just let her go.
Just let her go. Julie, I need to speak to her.
Will you let me go? Why do you need to speak to her? Why? Why?
Julie, she might have killed my mum, OK?
Charlotte!
Charlotte! Charlotte!
Alice!
OK, thanks. Bye.
Cab will be here in a few minutes. OK.
Well?
She was too far ahead. Not what I meant, Ros.
Shelley Gold was my mum.
That's why I have all those pictures of her.
They're not trophies.
They're all I have left.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
I'm so confused, though.
Why would anyone accuse the daughter of a victim of being Alice Bell?
They didn't.
I am not one of you.
No-one's ever accused me of being Alice Bell.
But there were all those stories saying you were her.
All the gamers. Doctor Death.
I mean, no-one likes a female gamer. I get trolled all the time.
So I just stretched the truth a bit,
planted a few Alice Bell memes
up on my screen along with the everyday hate. Because...?
I thought she was one of you.
And I have to speak to her.
Alice Bell. I need to.
Why, Ros?
Why go to such lengths?
I was in Oaxaca on my gap year rebuilding
a school when my mom went in for her operation.
It was just the two of us, so she was on her own.
I should have come back, but...
I did look up flights,
but she said, "No, love. It's fine. I'll be all right."
And, um...
If I'm honest, I was having too much fun.
Yeah.
I'd just met this girl, and it was my first time.
Ros.
What happened to your mum is not your fault.
I was selfish and I wasn't there for her.
And I don't blame Alice Bell.
I've gone over the notes ad nauseam.
Nash's appeal is a busted flush.
He was guilty.
There's no way she could have done it.
And... She was there...
...at the end, Alice. Is that it?
I just need to know how she was. Like, if she woke up.
Was she sad I wasn't there?
Did she ask for me?
Oh, darling. Come here.
It's OK.
You were right. It's Charlotte.
What about Charlotte?
I mean, have you tried to ring her?
Jay, sweetheart, Charlotte's an adult.
You don't need to worry about her.
Yeah, but you don't understand.
See, her dad, he killed himself, and her mum was barely there.
You know, she told me that you and the other women were like
the family that she never had.
And now you've turned on her. No. No-one turned on her, Jay.
She was just confronted with the truth.
Yeah, but she's not Alice Bell.
Just give me my phone. Jay... Give it to me!
Charlotte is not your responsibility.
No, she's yours. All of yours.
BEEP
Hey, hey! You've reached the voicemail of Charlotte Haleford.
Leave me a message and I will buzz you back.
Hi, Charlotte - or Alice, if you are her.
It's me, Ros, again.
Listen, I'm not mad at you, I just need to speak to you.
So if you could call me back or we could meet up, I mean...
You know where I live, so...
DOORBELL RINGS
Julie.
Hi. It's just you've... You've been ignoring my calls, so...
I know. I'm sorry. Julie, I can't do this now.
I know, I know, I just need to know, was any of this real?
I mean, did I imagine us or, you know, our nights?
Have you spoken to Charlotte?
It's just, I can't get ahold of her. No, of course I haven't. No.
I was going to tell Ken about us.
Julie, I've got to go. I'm so sorry.
I'll try again later. OK, well, let me know if you do.
Will do. All right. Thanks, Vanessa. Bye.
No-one's heard from her. Who? Charlotte.
Well, of course not. You're ringing Charlotte Haleford,
and that woman doesn't exist any more.
She'll be someone else by now.
See, that's what happens in these cases, yeah?
Their identity is leaked, and then they just vanish. Yeah.
My point is, she's not here any more.
That's a good thing? Yeah.
Jay's right, though.
We did turn on her, and she's fragile.
Vanessa said that if I'm worried about her, I should go over there.
But I don't know where "There" is, Nik.
What if we were wrong about her?
I know where she lives.
I need my phone back, though.
Jay, darling, do you know what number she is?
Uh, it's that one. 100%.
How do you know? She'd have done that.
She told her ex she was moving flats.
I think she was scared he was going to come and do something to her.
Right.
Jay, go and sit in the car. No, I want to come in.
Jay... Mum, she sent me a thousand texts yesterday. Please.
Fine.
KNOCKING
Charlotte?
Charlotte, it's Fran.
Charlotte!
Charlotte?
SHOWER RUNS
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Oh, Jay...
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