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-(RUMBLING BACKGROUND NOISE) -(CLOCK TICKS)

I like your hair.

This is much nicer than the other room.

This is the better room.

I don't think he's, um, going to come.

I think he just wants me to have to tell you.

Well, I know I said we should wait.

But, perhaps, if this is...

-(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

-Hello, Cob. -COB: Hey.

So sorry I'm late, Rose. Um, child care issues.

(CLEARS THROAT) Well, I would say it's nice to see you both again.

But I suppose I wouldn't be, unless something's happened?

Suzie is not living at the house anymore, Rose.

Oh?

Because...

Um...

OK, so, um, someone

somehow has...had access to my phone

or hacked my phone

and downloaded...downloaded photos.

And there was a photo of me on there with someone else. Sexually.

Very clearly someone else.

-Right. -COB: Mm-hm.

Gosh. That must be quite a shock.

I'll fucking say.

And...and Cob assumes that that means

that I'm being unfaithful.

Yeah. Mmm.

Why would I... (LAUGHS) Why would I possibly...

Oh! Of course.

I get it, because I'm insane.

Right, because seeing something with your own eyes

has absolutely no meaning, right?

That's... This is gaslighting.

Uh, what's...what's happening with Franky?

-(LAUGHS) -Frank. Um...

So...he's, uh...he's fine.

You know, I mean, I am...

..I am coming into the house

at, like, 6am to wake him up

and, um...and then leaving

and then coming back at the end of the day.

-I think he's fine. -(COB SNIGGERS)

I think he's fine.

Um, I don't think he realises, you know,

except this weekend when we're going to the convention, but...

COB: Whose cock is it?

Whose cock is it?

It's what we're here for. Let's just...

We're here now. We're there. Whose cock is it?

Suzie, whose cock is it?

-Do you... I mean... -Whose cock is it? Whose cock is it?

Whose cock is it? Whose cock is it? Whose cock is it? Yeah.

-Do you want me to answer that? -Whose cock is it?

-I don't... -Whose cock is it?

Whose fucking cock is it?!

(JAZZY PIANO MUSIC)

(SCRAPING)

(YAWNS)

-WOMAN: I've got it. -Shit.

You don't have to keep giving me your bed.

-I know I don't have to. -It's so cold.

-How long have you been sat there? -I've got a plan.

We go to the convention, as booked,

but our attitude is, "Fuck you, fake news, you lose."

No, that just...that sounds horrific.

But not going makes it look like it's you and you care.

It is me. And I do care.

Let's not dignify it with a response.

No comment from us and it all goes away.

-SUZIE: Hmm. -NAOMI: Mmm.

-I really need my phone. -Yeah, the police still have it.

But you've got this one.

It has all your same contacts and names in it.

It just can't go online, which is good.

Why? What are they saying?

Yeah, you don't need to see that.

Why, is it bad?

-Uh... -Nay?

(GROANS)

But the whole convention is just gonna be sat there, you know.

They're just gonna be sat there

and they're just gonna be looking at my tits

and thinking about me sucking cock.

Yeah, but they always are, babe.

You get dressed.

(THEME MUSIC)

(GLASS SMASHES)

-NAOMI: Are you alright? -Yeah.

Don't forget, no photos or signing anything

until you're on the official table.

We make no reference to the hack at all.

-MAN: Hi, Suzie. -NAOMI: Thanks very much.

-Also, I've cancelled the Q&A. -SUZIE: Hi.

NAOMI: So don't answer any questions.

Look at all these people that love you.

-Thanks. -Hi!

Thanks very much.

-I love you. -Hi.

OK, that's great. Thank you.

-MAN: Captain Bria! -(SCI-FI SOUNDS EFFECTS PLAY)

We don't mention the real world at all.

Nobody cares here.

-Nobody cares about the photos. -Right.

-All they care about is Captain Bria. -Yeah.

-There's not gonna be a Q&A. -Right.

-Some water? -Oh, thank you.

So just go out there and be a smiley, charming bad-ass

like a bad-ass on bad-ass patrol.

Or don't if you don't want to. Just do what you want.

OK.

Also, can you talk about 'AfterDeath'

rather than the sci-fi you did 12 years ago?

-But nobody watches 'AfterDeath'. -Yeah, they do.

Then why do I never meet them?

Because viewing figures don't matter anymore.

Oh, right. It only matters who clicks on it?

Yeah. And, well, that doesn't matter either but...

-So what does matter? -Excuse me, they're ready for you.

-Shh. OK. Let's go. -OK. Great. Yeah.

Thank you.

OK, let's welcome to the stage

the real Captain Bria, Suzie Pickles!

-Anything hanging out my nose? -No, you're good.

-Are you sure? -You're good.

(WILD CHEERING)

Thank you!

Shall I go this way or this way? Hi!

Here's your mic.

Thank you.

-Welcome along. -Shall I just hold this like this?

-Yeah, however you like. -Like, I think that's normal?

Yeah. (LAUGHS) That's fine. Um, alright.

So, you all know our Suzie from her varied career, of course.

From 'Quo Vadis'...

(ALL CHEER)

..and more recent stuff as well,

uh, the soap stuff...

-Yeah. But we don't mention that. -Alright.

And, of course, 'AfterDeath', which is on streaming now.

Yeah, that's right. And who doesn't love Nazi zombies?

-Right. -(LAUGHTER)

OK, so usually we do a Q&A format.

Uh, I think, today we're just gonna have a conversation between us...

(CROWD GRUMBLES) Aww...

-Oh, no, the masses are revolting! -(LAUGHS)

They've queued for hours to talk to you, Captain Bria.

MAN: Come on, do it. You promised!

(AUDIENCE CLAPS AND CHANTS) Do it! Do it! Do it!

Uh, no, no, no. I love Q&A. No, I love Q&A...

-(WHISTLING) -I wanna, you know...

-I wanna talk directly to them. -Yeah?

-You know, I...I love you guys. -(CHEERING)

-Alright, great! -Whoo!

Uh, let's go to some questions, then.

The mic's out there somewhere.

Uh, yeah, guy with the beard.

Uh, no. Uh, no.

Yeah, you. There you go. Yeah.

(FEEDBACK WHINES)

-Hi, Suzie. -Hello! How are you?

-I love your top. -Oh, thank you, Suzie.

(LAUGHS)

In 'Quo Vadis', your character dies at the end of the series.

But if she did that,

Captain Bria couldn't go back

to where we found her in the first episode on the ship.

Um...

Uh, it would make sense if it was in a different dimension.

Yeah, it would. And I've never closed down that reading.

But, you know, if I'm, um... if I'm just really honest,

I was just thinking about getting into that bloody catsuit every week.

-I mean jumpsuit. -Jumpsuit. Yeah.

Um, well, it is funny you should mention the jumpsuit, Suzie,

because we did a little research mission of our own.

Yep.

And we found the jumpsuit from 'Quo Vadis'.

-(WHOOPING AND CHEERING) -Um, yeah, the real one.

-So let's bring it out. -You're joking.

Here we go. There it is.

-Look at it. -Is it actually the real one?

It's the real one from the archives, yeah.

Oh. Do you need a moment?

-I just remember the smell! -(AUDIENCE CALLS OUT)

Alright, well, lots of other questions

whilst you reacquaint yourself with the jumpsuit.

So, uh, yes, the lady on the side.

-Hi, Suzie. -SUZIE: Hi.

Hi. I'm so sorry to hear about those pictures.

It's such an invasion of privacy.

I can't even imagine.

But it's great to see you here today.

Thank you so much.

So how have you been coping?

Yeah, um...

-RAPTOR: Yeah. -Yeah...

-I...I...I don't... -Can we move it along?

I don't really think this is the venue. In fact, I...

-Can I just take this... -Yeah.

..moment to...before we get started?

-Yes, of course you can. -OK. Um...

(CLEARS THROAT) So, um...

Look, I just wanted to say that there are...

..there were some photos posted online last week,

um...supposedly of me,

stolen from me in some mass hack,

and I just wanna say that even though I have no issue

with whatever it is that person's supposed to be doing in the photo...

(LAUGHS) Um, it's not me. No.

I mean, I wish I was that thin.

-WOMAN: It's not a fake. -No, it's a fake.

You know 'Black Mirror'?

It's very 'Black Mirror-y'. Whatever. We're all doomed.

Anyway, I just...I just wanted to put that to bed, you know.

And, um, I don't know, if there's anything to take away from today,

um, don't wank to lies, kids.

-(SCATTERED CHEERING) -RAPTOR: Yes. Uh, good advice.

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

Yes, thank you for that. Alright, uh...

-Sorry, that was a bit blue. -No, that's fine.

It's completely understandable you would say it wasn't you,

but there are other details in the pictures.

Uh, like the necklace you were wearing, uh, for example.

(AUDIENCE MEMBERS BOO)

I mean, which you've worn it on other occasions.

-Yeah, I don't think... -Can we move it along, please?

-I'm just giving you an opportunity. -..to be talking about this.

This feels very...

Because it is a penis of colour in the pictures...

-Jesus! -You know what? I... Oh, my God.

Yeah, OK. That's enough.

Is that the reason why you're trying to distance yourself...

Sorry, I was just...

I was just wondering if I could still fit into this.

-(CHEERING) -Yes! Are we insured for that?

Well, I guess I'm doing it.

Alright, off she goes to change into the jumpsuit.

-Very shortly she'll be back. -I'll see you in a second.

-See you in a second. -Maybe a minute. Who knows?

-What the fuck? -That's what you came for.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

They should just chuck her out.

Stand up.

-I said don't do questions. -They...they just sat there.

They just sat there waiting.

I can't wear this. It'll make me panic.

-Get it off. -We'll take it off.

Can you take this, please?

(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

NAOMI: You're looking good, babe.

RAPTOR: Here she is!

Sorry, it's a bit...it's a bit tight.

I actually can't breathe in this. (LAUGHS)

I feel really self-conscious that I've got camel toe.

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS)

(PHONE BUZZES AND PLAYS RINGTONE)

SONG: ♪ Ah, dance

♪ Make your body move

♪ Dance... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

-MAN: Excuse me. -Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Why? What have you done?

Are you here selling your soul too?

What on earth is that phone? You're not a dealer, are you?

My other phone's in police custody.

Liquid sustenance, please!

You made a sex tape? What happened?

So, OK, so...so one of the girls' mums finds the tape

hidden in the bottom of the wardrobe, she digs it out,

she, of course, goes fucking ballistic and spare,

and then the girls denied it and said that I forced them to do it

and that they never wanted to do a threesome

even though they were laughing the whole way through.

And so the mother then wrote to my agent.

I can't... I don't even remember hearing about that.

Yeah, this is way pre-internet.

I bought the family a conservatory.

A conservatory. Fuck.

But don't you... don't you worry about that now?

It coming out?

Yeah. Are you kidding? Absolutely.

Thank you.

And that's why I live my life as a saint.

I'm a good boy.

Which is pretty brutal for me actually because I'm freshly divorced

and I'm in this fantasy franchise, so it's like...

Yeah. I'm sorry.

You're very sweet.

-I'm really sorry. -Cheers.

I'm with Suzie Pickles. Naomi Jones.

Do you mind if I, uh...

Hello. Hi.

-Naomi Jones. This is Suzie Pickles. -Let her in. She's with me.

Yeah, see?

Suz, we need to talk about what happened at the Q&A.

-We should stay. -Hmm?

We have to stay. It's so nice here.

Because it's filled with people who've built shrines to you.

-It's like a big womb. -No, I think we need to debrief, no?

Is that, um, Benjamin Detroit?

He plays that wizard guy...

-Does Milo operate up here? -Who reps him?

-Rude. -Milo?

-Milo had a seizure in Barcelona. -OK, there's always other Milos.

There's always alternative Milos. Please, please, let's get fucked.

-Please. Look at my life! -Doesn't he have a coke problem?

-Yes, in that we don't have any coke. -Ugh.

(RAIN PATTERS)

(EXHALES)

-MAN: How's this fella doing? -(MAN LAUGHS)

SUZIE: I didn't realise you already had coke.

I should ring Naomi and tell her not to get any more.

Yeah, because the...the thing about...the great thing about coke

is...is it's like you never wanna do any more.

Right, this...this...this is very special local stuff.

Apparently you have to do it in a certain way.

An old Mexican guy told me.

-A Mexican man? -A Mexican man.

-A Mexican man in Birmingham? -Yes.

-Indian. -Yes.

Mexican-Indian man in Birmingham.

-So... -Yes.

-You are going to bend over... -Yeah.

..and, um, I'm going to lick your ass while you do it.

(SUZIE LAUGHS)

That's how it has to be. That's the way to do it.

-Really? -Yeah.

-That's it, is it? -Yeah. I don't make the rules.

Well, it seems like you might.

-Ah! -OK.

So you...so then you... That's gotta be...

-OK, right. -Well, you have to take them.

Let me. I'll do it, though, because I've got the tights.

-No hands. -The tights.

I can handle tights if you need help.

-Just wait! (LAUGHS) -I'm not touching you.

I won't touch you. I'm not going to do any...

-All I'm going to do is... -OK, I'm ready. I'm ready.

-You need to raise it up a bit. -Ahh!

I need to see a bit more action.

Good. Ready? You tell me when you're ready.

Tell me when you're ready. Tell me when you're ready.

-Tell me when you're ready. -I'm ready. I'm ready.

-I'm putting my... -Hang on! OK, ready.

-I have protective eyewear. -I'm ready. I'm ready.

-Three, two, one. Go. -Go! Go!

-(SNORTS) -(SCREAMS)

I barely touched you.

(TYRES SCREECH)

SONG ON CAR STEREO: ♪ It's unnatural

♪ You belong to me

♪ I belong to you... ♪

-Hiya. -WOMAN: Hiya.

I'm here to meet you? I'm Naomi.

I thought I was picking up from Tarek.

-(TYRES SCREECH) -OK, you're driving away.

Yeah, yeah. What has to happen is we have to drive round.

OK.

I can't park or nothing, what with cameras. Better to drive round.

-OK, where are we actually... -(HORN HONKS)

-Fuck off! Hang on. -OK.

Um, if there's anything you want me to...

Can I...can I do anything? Maybe I could...

-Yeah, count the money. -I know how much I have.

Yeah, but count it in front of me.

In...in front of your face? While you're driving?

If you count it next to me, I'll know how much there is.

Right. 20, 40, 60, 100.

I've only got 20s. 120.

Uh, I don't suppose you do change?

I don't know where he's fucking put it. Ohh!

-Where's he put the fucking gear? -OK.

Can you just hold the wheel for a minute, babe?

-Oh, my God, hold the... -(HORN HONKS)

Ohh! Can you see in the back if there's, like, a...like, a wallet?

A...a wallet. Uh, no.

He's not fucking put it where he said he would!

I'm gonna have to call that lying fucker now!

Making me look like a twat again!

Oh, wait.

Oh, it's in me bra.

-OK. -It's in me bra! (LAUGHS)

-It's in your bra. Ah. -I put it there before I came out.

-Oh, I'm a fucking idiot, man! -Ah.

-Here it is, babe. -Yes.

-Swap ya. -Thank you.

-Nice. Nice. -NAOMI: Fuck me.

-(THUD!) -(SIGHS)

So where do you want dropping?

Ahh...

And it's just like, ahh!

And there's me just holding it.

-(BOTH LAUGH) -SONG: ♪ To the left... ♪

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-♪ To the right... ♪ -OK, um...

-Alright, fuck. -Wow.

-OK, fuck! -Wow.

Don't tell Naomi we've already done cocaine.

-Hey! -Hey.

BENJAMIN: Chop, chop.

-'Room 405'. There you go. -Oh, yes!

-Whee! -Hey. Benjamin Detroit.

-I'm Naomi with the drugs. -Naomi with the drugs.

I can't believe you already had coke.

No, hey, no worries, it's just like, you know,

it's the good stuff, the best stuff, the greatest stuff.

And you start with the red wine, like Jesus did, then you move onto the...

Uh, can I have your phone to go online?

-OK, you...you have a phone. -No, I need it.

I want to show Ben the pictures. I just want to show him the pictures.

-No, babe. -(MOCKINGLY) "Oh, no, babe."

"No, babe. No, babe!"

You know, I'm 30-fucking-5 and married with a kid.

Uh, you're 36. And not for long.

Oh, my God, she let reality into the room.

We've...we've gotta...we've gotta protect the room from this woman.

Yeah, the room is really important.

The room's like international waters, that everything's in the room.

-Do you wanna maybe, you know... -No, we can't go. We're staying.

Right, well, I'm fucking freezing

because I've been outside for, like, an hour.

Yeah, good idea. Get into bed...

You know, he used to be in, like, all of these romantic comedies.

-She hates all this shit. -Does she?

-NAOMI: No, I don't. -Rom-coms, chick flicks...

I hate that they're called that.

-Anyway, he gets letters from teens. -They're a legitimate art form.

-Thank you very much. -Uh, no.

They are male propaganda trying to convince women

that romantic love is their responsibility and desire,

when actually it's just straight men

trying to convince us that we need them.

-So, wait... -There she is.

-I mean, can you believe it? -Wait. Wait, wait, wait!

So, what, rom-coms are propaganda? Or love is?

Both. Ask yourself, as Marx did, who benefits?

I mean, she...she hasn't even had coke yet, so...

Love is just a way of getting women to put aside their own needs.

OK, well, that's my career fucked, then,

because romantic comedies don't even employ white guys anymore anyway.

Oh, my God. OK. Is this guy a bit of a dick?

-No. No, he's fine. I like him. -What?!

Thank you. You know, hey, hey, so Suz says that you're into girls.

-OK. Jesus, Suz. -What? Oh, what?

So, we're not allowed facts anymore?

I just hate you, like, pimping my bi.

So, Naomi lives in this great way now

since she...since she broke up with her ex.

-Can I call her your ex? -Call her what you fucking like.

So, she goes from, like, Airbnb to Airbnb all over London

like she's on this permanent fucking holiday.

A permanent fucking holiday where I work for you all the time, babe.

-I love London. Fucking love it. -I fucking love London!

-It is proper. It is the real deal. -I love it.

Thank you. Uh, so, what, you just go everywhere, fuck everyone?

No, being bi doesn't mean you sleep with everyone.

It just means you can be choosy.

-I would fuck you. -Oh, no, you wouldn't, Suz.

That's not being bi,

that is being a straight woman who's too eager to please.

-Cringe. -Wow! Not the vibe.

Really not the vibe.

It's OK 'cause what Naomi neglects to mention

is that this whole crowdsourcing-a-home approach

is because she still pays the mortgage, right?

Won't ask her ex to move out even though she owns most of the house.

Of the two of us, who is staying on whose fucking floor? Huh?

Hey, guys, it's the womb room. It's the womb room.

-It's like a womb. Look at the sofa. -She's right.

-It's red, it's warm... -She's fucking right.

I mean, what is gonna...

-BENJAMIN: Come on, man. -Seriously, what is gonna happen?

Suz, now is not the time.

Hey, there's nothing you can do about this now.

-No, at home. With Cob. -I know.

-We'll sort it. -Yes. With Cob.

I can't leave, can I? I can't leave because I've...

No, Ben. Because I've got a... I've got a kid. I've got a kid.

-I've got a fucking medicine cabinet. -Sit down.

OK, listen. OK. This is...this is the thing.

You cannot do anything about any of this now.

This is very important. OK, old hand.

So whatever you do, you do not move out of the family home.

Fucked me with my second wife. And for custody.

Yeah, I...I agree. I know I'm a hypocrite.

But you're the mother. You bought the house.

-Cob has to leave. -I did buy the house.

-You know what is really important? -Yeah?

You wait. See, what is really important is this Birmingham coke.

And the...the very specific way that you must do it.

There is.

Which you, Naomi with the drugs are unaware of.

-Way? -Oh, look, she's gonna chill there.

Um, you... Well, first of all, you need to take your pants off.

(NAOMI AND BEN LAUGH)

(SLOWED-DOWN VERSION OF 'BYE-BYE BABY' BY MARILYN MONROE)

-SONG: ♪ I'll be in my room... ♪ -I love you.

-NAOMI: Oh, it's burning.

(SNORTS)

SUZIE: Is this what you want?! Is it?!

Well, have it! Have it all!

Huh! I met my... I met my exercise goal!

Goal!

Well, that's a big achievement

considering you haven't been anywhere.

Listen, I've been thinking.

Let's look at the pictures and everything else.

-No. Now is not the right time. -Let it wash over me as part of life.

-No, no. -No, it is. (GIGGLES)

-We're in prison. -This is a fun time!

-Ahh! -No, this is the best time.

I'm with people that I feel safe with.

You know, like when you do LSD...

-Benjamin, you totally understand... -Yes. Yes. I understand all of ya.

-And you. -NAOMI: Yeah.

You've been friends with me since we were in the womb.

We're now... we're now in the womb room.

NAOMI AND BEN: Ooh!

So, basically, I won this, like, talent competition.

Yeah, when I was, like, 15. Yeah. And...whatever.

Like, my parents were just, you know, were into their own...

-(NAOMI LAUGHS) -They're into their own thing.

And Naomi was doing her A-Levels because she's fucking smart.

NAOMI: Yes. I'm not just a pretty face.

It used to be my dad managing me and then Naomi was like,

"You can't be on some fucking stranger's books."

So, like, first it was my dad and then...

You're not listening. In spite of my dad...

('BYE-BYE BABY' BY MARILYN MONROE CONTINUES)

Are you...

Are you touching her?

-Yeah, could be. -(GIGGLES)

♪ No other... ♪

-This is... -(BENJAMIN LAUGHS)

♪ Guy... ♪

-(BENJAMIN LAUGHS) -NAOMI: Oh, my God.

♪ Though I'll

♪ Be gone

♪ For a while

♪ I know that

♪ I'll be

♪ Smiling... ♪

(LIFT PINGS)

Suzie! Suzie! Oh, I love you, Suzie.

-(SONG SPEEDS UP) -♪ My baby, by and by, and by

-♪ With my baby, by and by... ♪ -Whose cock is it, Suzie?

♪ I'll be gloomy... ♪

-Suzie! I love you, Suzie! -♪ But send that rainbow to me... ♪

FAN: Suzie!

COB: Whose cock is it, Suzie?

♪ Though you'll be gone for a while... ♪

FAN: I love you, Suzie!

(SILENCE)

(WATER RUNS)

(SLOW PIANO JAZZ)

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)

(MUSIC DISTORTS)

(WATER BUBBLES)

(CHEERING)

-MAN: Suzie! -MAN 2: Suzie!

COB: Whose cock is it, Suzie?

(DREAMY, UNEASY MUSIC)

(WATER GLUGS)

(GROANS)

(BANGING AT DOOR)

-Arrgh. -(BANGING AT DOOR)

Arrgh!

(BANGING CONTINUES)

-(INSISTENT BANGING AT DOOR) -(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

(SNIFFS)

What, are you pissed off with me?

You took the only room key, you didn't answer your phone again.

-Sorry. You gave him a blowjob. -It's incredibly frustrating.

-For about six minutes. -I didn't realise you could talk.

I'm sorry if you liked him.

If anything, that's a testament to your terrible taste in men.

If I could go back and anti-fuck him, I would.

-You fucked him? -What was I supposed to do?

Talk sci-fi?

I couldn't give him another blowjob

'cause I couldn't breathe through my nose

because you'd made me buy cocaine.

Oh, God. Sorry.

His crotch smelled like he'd had sex with a bin.

(COUGHS)

Well, I took a bunch of sleeping pills last night.

-What? -I don't...

-What do you mean, "a bunch"? -I dunno, I...

-Well, how many? -To get rid... Like, four.

-Maybe five. -Four?

-Four. -Four, OK. Wow.

That seems like a weird amount.

Well, I would've taken more, wouldn't I, but I fell asleep.

Because they're sleeping pills.

Fucking hell. What is wrong with you?

-Oh, that's nice. -So you would have died...

Really nice! I wouldn't have died.

..while I was miserably banging Benjamin Detroit

so you wouldn't have to.

What have we said about sleeping pills, hmm?

They're great.

Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley...

-Oh, Elvis Presley. -Heath Ledger!

Didn't he die on the toilet?

He didn't die from being on the toilet, did he?

He didn't die 'from toilet'.

You know, I can't take you anymore. I can't take this.

I feel like I'm having a nervous fucking breakdown.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

How could you not tell me you were fucking someone else?

-I wasn't! -I just found out like everyone else!

-I'm your best fucking friend! -Because you'd be cross like this.

-(SNIFFS) -I know who it is, Suz.

No, you don't know who it is.

Do you? Is it obvious?

God, it's obvious. Yeah.

You know what you have to do, right?

There's no way back from this.

You have to tell Cob it's over. Get him out.

You have to move back into the family home that you paid for...

-Yeah. -..with Frank.

-Yeah, I know. -Really?

OK, good.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

These are yours.

So, um, I have something to say.

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS) Ooh.

No, no, no. I just think that, um...

I...I have been thinking about things

and I think you're right, I think you deserve an explanation.

(SCOFFS) Mmm.

I did sleep with someone else.

And I have a photos of that from a long time ago.

And it is over.

It was over.

But what...what I really want to say

is that I think me being out and away from the house,

I don't think that's right.

I don't think that's right for Frank.

I don't think it's right for...for me

and I...ultimately, I don't think it's right for you.

I think I need to be here.

I think that is what's right.

And so what I'm saying is that

I want to be at home

and I am not prepared to accept a no on that.

And that is how I want to move forward. 100%.

Uh, well.

I think that's what I needed to hear.

It's going to be difficult, you're right, you know,

but we owe it to Frank.

To each other.

SUZIE: Mm-hm.

Well, I mean, obviously, you're going to have to, uh...

..you're going to have to tell me everything

and I will decide what it means.

But, um, in the meantime, yes,

I accept your offer to come back to the house.

And what about...what about you?

Well, I will, um...

I will work towards considering forgiving you.

-Here? -Because I...

Yeah, I'll admit that it can't have been easy for you either.

And, uh, well, you're gonna need my help to get through it, frankly.

Aren't you?

(SENTIMENTAL JAZZ MUSIC)

COB: OK.

I'm here.

(PHONE BUZZES AND RINGTONE PLAYS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Hey. Yeah.

I don't know, I just...I've been trying to find the right time.

I'm so sorry about all this.

No-one knows it's you.

(SENTIMENTAL FOLK SONG)

SONG: ♪ Hey, my love

♪ What you doing?

♪ You come to watch

♪ The flowers blooming

♪ Satellite in the sky

♪ My, oh, my

♪ I never met someone like you

♪ You turn my world... ♪