All language subtitles for Flack.S02E01.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

(dramatic music)

- [Officer] Police,
stay where you are!

Go, go, go!

(officers yelling)

Don't move!

Stand against the wall!

Show me your hands!

(people shrieking)

- Oh tits!

Tits, tits, tits, tits,
tits, tits, tits,

titting tits!

- Oi, they're mine!

- Cocking cocksticks!

They can't find me here.

My wife, you've got to hide me!

- Hide you?

- This is serious, Cheryl,
this could end my career.

- I could go to prison!

- Oh, well, it's all
relative isn't it?

I mean, let's not fall
out over semantics.

I'm going out the window.
- We're on the third floor.

- [Marcus] Son of a dirty
barmaid, that's high.

- [Officer] Police, open up!

- [Marcus] What
about the wardrobe?

- Why don't you close your eyes,

try hidin' behind your
fingers, see if that works?

- Oh God, your sarcasm
is entirely uncalled for.

- [Officer] Open the door
or we'll knock it down.

- [Marcus] Phone.

- They're coming through.

- Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up!

(phone buzzes)

- Hey, what?

- [Marcus] Oh my God,
you've gotta help me.

I've been caught in
the police raid and-

- Marcus, calm down.

- [Marcus] My career
is on the line.

My wife's gonna find out.

- Okay, you have
to listen to me.

You need to find a hoodie
or a jumper or something

and cover your face.
- [Marcus] What?

- [Robyn] And do not say
anything to anyone, okay?

I'm calling your lawyer.

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)

(toilet flushes)

- Why do you bother staying
if you're gonna come in

at that hour?

- Because I get to see
you in the morning.

- Breathe.

- Really?

- Yeah, breathe.

- Nothing but
toothpaste and coffee.

What's this?
- Oh, it's nothing.

- Are you getting a job?

Data analyst, that's
actually perfect.

You're great at
analyzing things.

- Okay, please don't
make fun of me.

I know that you think
that I can't do anything

for myself and-
- No, I'm being serious.

I think it's great.

I'm really proud of you.
- Well that's not patronizing.

- You know how I mean it.
- You owe me money for groceries

and if you're gonna drink
all the good coffee,

would you please get some more?

- I will, I'm sorry.

- [Kelly] Mommy, I'm ready!

- Did you get ready for school
all by yourself, my big girl?

Did you put underwear on?

Good, ladies always
wear panties.

- Don't tell her
stuff like that.

- She's my child,
I will tell her

whatever I fucking want to.
- Mummy!

- I didn't say that.
You did not hear me say that.

Please don't tell
about that I said that.

Breakfast.

(baby cries)

What?
- Nothing.

- Teddy was up all night,
I just, I need some sugar.

What is that?

- Adderall, I have
a prescription.

- For what?

- ADHD, helps me focus.

- Oh, do you have ADHD now?

- A doctor gave it to me.

- Okay, Robyn,
you know the deal,

you cannot stay here
if you are not sober.

- I know the deal.

(bell rings)

- Balls, he's early.
- Mummy!

- What, nothing, okay,
I need you to get ready

for school and please
don't tell your father

any of the things that
you did not hear me say.

Hi.
- Hey.

- [Ruth] You're early.

- Am I? Sorry.
Just a keen bean.

- She's still having breakfast.

- Can I come in?

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

- Why not?
- Rob's here.

- Still? Well, as long
as my mortgage payments

aren't going to waste.
- Mark, don't be a prick.

- You've forgiven her then?

- No, but she's my sister
so I don't have to.

- And your husband?

- I can choose you,
I can't choose her.

- [Kelly] Daddy!
- Hello darling!

Are you excited about school?

- Nope.
- That's the spirit.

- See you later,
baby, have a good day.

- Okay.

Right.
- [Ruth] Right.

(melancholy music)

- You okay?

- It's hard.

Oh no, no thank you.

(upbeat rock music)

- You're late.

- [Elevator] Door closing.
- So are you.

- I'm the boss, I can't be late.

Other people can only be early.

- Then I'm on time.

- So... how's-

- Caroline, I appreciate
the concern, I really do

but just to reassure you,
everything's fine.

- Good, good.

I hear you and Eve are
carving up your list.

- We're just finding
that splitting up

some of the clients
helps with the workload,

that's all it is.

- Look, I don't give
a toddler's tear

whose boyfriend you
decide to put inside you

but if you choose to take a
dump on the family dinner table,

you must at least clean it up

before the next
course comes out.

Check yourself before
you wreck yourself, dear.

Remember, a spiral looks
the same from both ends.

(upbeat music)

- Caroline, there's
someone in your office.

- Yes, I can see that.

Thank you Belle, that'll be all.

- Ms. Mills.

- Mr. Paulson.

To what do I owe
this rare pleasure?

- Well I was in
town for 24 hours,

I thought I would pop in
and see my favorite ex-wife.

It's not a crime, is it?

(sensual music)

Oh my God.

What are they feeding you?

You know I look
like an old testicle

with a face drawn on it

and you look better
than the day we married.

- So, where are you taking me?

- Well, I thought initially
perhaps here on the desk

and then after a
quick nap to recover,

perhaps over there on the sofa.

What do you think?
- For lunch.

- Oh, of course.
Where do you wanna go?

- I'm not doing all the work.

- Oh God, it's good
to see you, Dimples.

- What?

- There's a man.

- Oh yes, this is the
other little thing.

Gabriel Cole.

- Pleasure to meet
you, Caroline.

I've heard so much about you.

- None of it good, I hope.

- We were wondering if
you'd do us a wee favor.

(peaceful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Intern] Who are you stalking?

- Christ, sneak up on
me like that again,

I'll kick you so hard

in the chick dick you'll
never ride a horse again.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not interested
in sorry, Gemma.

- That's not my name.

- Emma, Gemma, Nelson Mandela,
Captain Cock-In-Mouth.

Your name is what I say it is.

Now I have been at my
desk for 13 minutes

and there's still no
coffee in my mouth.

That, for a start,
is not good enough.

Second, we were done
with animal print

about nine months ago.

Did you not get the memo?

You look like you're going
to a Lion King audition.

It's not a compliment

and finally you might
want to consider

a mattifying foundation before
America invades your face

and starts drilling.

- Here we go.

(woman crying)

That might be a new record.

- Where do they find
these fucking snowflakes?

- Next time can
you at least wait

until she's brought
me my coffee?

- Any idea who the deep dish
in Caroline's office is?

- What does he look like?

- Kind of grizzled,

like if Ted Danson got
trapped on a desert island

for eight weeks and
had to kill a man.

- Sounds like Duncan Paulson.

- Paulson, as in the Paulson?

I was starting to
think he didn't exist.

- Oh, he exists.

They used to be married.
- Oh fuck off.

How do I not know this?

- They set up the New
York office together.

He left his wife
and kid for her.

Apparently, she only
agreed to marry him

if he made her a partner and
she got to put her name first.

- Of course she did.

I'm wet just thinking about it.

- Sofi Adjani on line one.
She sounds a little frantic.

- Aren't they supposed
to be announcing today?

(shouting in French)

What's she saying?

- I think canard means duck.

Duolingo.

- Sofi, it's Robyn,
slow down, what's up?

- [Sofi] You have
to come and get me.

- What?

- [Sofi] You have to
come and get me out.

- Out of where?
- [Sofi] I'm in fucking jail!

- Oh Christ.
- [Sofi] Who's that?

- Eve babe, ciao, ciao,
you're on speaker.

- Sofi, why are you in jail?

- [Sofi] I got into an argument
with a (speaking in French).

- [Eve] Are you sure
canard means duck?

- [Sofi] These assholes.

I have a show this afternoon
so I need to get out.

- Okay, we're on it.

- Will you figure out where
she is and sort out bail?

You coming?

- Caroline would like to see
you both in the boardroom now.

- [Caroline] I
know, cheap price.

- Robyn, how are you?

How are you still employed?

- How are you still alive?

You look good.

You've got this whole professor

who's survived the zombie
apocalypse thing going on.

- Well, thank you, I
was actually aiming

for more retired assassin
turned lighthouse keeper,

called out for one last job.

- Well, now that you say that...
- Okay you two, enough flirting.

Duncan, Gabriel, this is Eve.

She's a double barrel but
don't hold that against her.

- Pleasure.

- Eve, I've heard
so much about you.

Aren't you the
one that pretended

to be a champion show jumper
at Caroline's birthday party?

- I'll admit that
does sound like me.

- I once got so drunk I had
a 30 minute conversation

with Ellen DeGeneres.

Could've sworn she
was William H. Macy.

I told her that "Fargo" is
my favorite film 12 times.

Oh forgive my rudeness,
this is Gabriel Cole.

- I know who Gabriel Cole is.

Pegasus Eco Air.
- That's me.

- We have a mutual friend.
- Really, who's that?

- Melissa Young.

- Sorry, meet a lotta people.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

- Pegasus is the U.S.'s
biggest aviation startup.

- In 15 years, Pegasus plan

to have electric
aircraft running

on all the major
routes in Europe.

- Actually, I could
get it done sooner

but the aviation authorities
can be real sticklers

when it comes to things like
health and safety regulations.

- Boo.
- Right?

- You can't make an omelet

with downing a few
747s worth of plebs.

- You're speakin' my language.

- Look, I would love to stay
but I have to go.

Sofi Adjani has been arrested.
- What for?

- She was in a fight.
- Or somebody with a duck.

- Oh, the French.
Fine, go.

- More important
than me, I'm humbled.

- Well, I'll just have to leave
you in Eve's capable hands.

- Lucky me.

- So, how can we help?

- Okay, so I made a couple
of innocent little jokes

on Twitter and my shareholders

who clearly have no sense of
humor got a little bit spooked.

- What did the tweets say?

- Well, I might've
said something

about a certain competitor
of mine not having a penis.

I always understood it
wasn't libel if it was true.

Look, we all know the dance.

I say daddy, daddy I've
been a naughty little girl

and I deserve a punishment.

Then they give me
a spank on the ass

and a filthy wink and we
can all just get onto work

like nothing ever happened.

So if you can just
show me the slideshow,

gimme the badge or certificate,
you'd be doing me a huge favor.

What?

- Duncan and I have
a lot to catch upon

so we'll leave you to it.

Come on.

- Don't let him
give you any shit.

- Do I look like a lady
who'll take any shit?

- You most certainly do not.

I like her.

- Okay.

Excellent.

Well, why don't we start-

- Why don't we
start with a drink?

Wow, you have a lotta
flavored waters.

Is there gonna be
a presentation?

- [Eve] No.

- Okay great.

Would you mind if
we got outta here?

I could really use a proper
coffee or a bloody Mary

or, oh, one of
those bubble teas.

- I-

- Come on, please.

I spend my life in
fucking boardrooms, please.

Just take me for
a cup of coffee.

I will do whatever you ask.

I promise.

- [Woman On Phone] This is a
message for Melody Bellway.

Just confirming
your job interview

with Gwen at Pendall
PR at 2:00 p.m. today.

We'll see ya then.

(upbeat music)

- Melody!

Melody!

One cap and an oat latte.

- One black Americano
and a flat white.

But do you have cashew milk

'cause I don't want any
of that dusty oat crap.

Excuse me?
- Mm-hmm?

- This is froth.
It should be microfoam.

It's not 1985.

Well, look who it is.

No, no, don't tell
me, don't tell me,

I'll get it in a minute.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, you know, work.

You?
- Work.

- Right, yes, of course.

It's ironic really
considering coffee

was never your strong point.

So how are you?
- Sorry.

- No, you, you go.

- Just how's Robyn?

- She's Robyn, you know, good
old dead-eyed, tight-lipped,

drown everyone around
you in a black sea

of self-involved
self-destructive
self-pity Robyn.

Jokes.
We're fine.

Make it last.

Not one to fall out over a
smelly old boy, of all things.

- And Tom?
- Fuck knows.

Last I heard he's
off the wagon again

so he's probably up to his guts
in gack and 22 year olds.

Good times.

- Oh, I've got a job interview.

Pendall PR.

They're looking for
a new assistant.

It's paid and everything.

- Good for you.

- And someone won't be
going to that interview

unless she gets her little
Scottish ass into gear

and makes me some coffee.

- Sorry.
I better-

- Yeah, of course, you do you.

Nice to see you.

- Yeah.

- You made a friend.

- Yes, no, she used
to work for me.

Okay, let's get on
with this, shall we?

You need to think of
yourself as a brand

and your social media
is your shop window

so if you want me in your shop,

don't post a picture of
your dick or dinner, okay?

Second-

- Okay, I'm gonna
stop you right there.

Look, you are clearly
exceptional at what you do

but I don't need any training.

I said what I said intentionally

to draw attention away from
the fact that I was supposed

to test fly a brand-new
prototype two weeks ago

and I can't get the damn
thing's weight down enough

to get it off the ground,
let alone across the Channel.

And yes, I know the stock
drops a couple of points

every time the press calls
me a loose cannon, you know,

but that is nothing compared
to how far it would drop

if they started
saying I can't deliver

what I said I would.

So I am here as a
gesture of goodwill

to the board, no offense.

- None taken.
- Okay, great.

Then how 'bout I take
you out to lunch?

I find you incredibly
attractive.

- You're not short on
confidence, are you?

- Well, I do have a net
worth of over 3,000,000,000.

- Dollars or pounds?
- Pounds.

- So with the current
exchange rate that's what,

like, 300 euros?

- Come on, live a little.

I say we cut class,
smoke a joint.

Make out in the
janitor's office.

- You seem to have
confused a conversation

with an industry professional

with a romantic comedy
from the early 90s

so why don't we just,
just leave things there?

Don't worry about the
coffees, they're on me.

- Wait, I'm sorry.

I know I'm being a douche.

- Oh, well, as long as you know.

- Real talk, I work really hard.

I spend my entire life
swinging golf clubs and dicks

with investors
and board members.

And actually what
I'd really like...

is just to have
lunch with someone

who doesn't give a
crap about what I do

or what car I drive
or what watch I wear.

Billionaire tech
entrepreneur, philanthropist,

Bugatti Chiron, and
F.P. Journe, FYI.

(upbeat music)

- [Marcus] Robyn.
- Oh.

- God, thank God you're here.
- Hey, Marcus.

- They are making
me share a toilet

and there's a man with a
tattoo of Cher on his neck

who keeps asking me to
play bridge with him.

You've gotta get me out of here.

My wife still thinks
that I'm in Hull

reporting on the
party conference.

- Okay, technically I'm not
here for you but don't worry.

I've called your lawyer
and you should be out

by end of play so just be polite
and avoid the showers.

Do you want me to call
your wife to come get you?

- No, no, no, no.
I'll manage.

(woman shouting in French)

- Hey, do you wanna stop
swearing at everyone

before they arrest you again?

- They don't understand
what I'm fucking saying.

You're all ignorant,
you fucking English.

- I'm not English.

- God, I feel like I was a
special guest at a piss party.

- So are you gonna
tell me what happened?

- Look, I was a at a bar

and some guy got
fresh so I decided

to give him a little smack.

- You fractured his mandible.

- Really?

- [Officer] You
can't smoke here.

- Sorry.

- What did he actually do?

- He touched me.
- He touched you?

- Sure, or he said something.

Look, I forget,
what does it matter?

Men are assholes,
we need an excuse now?

- We do when we fracture
their mandibles.

- What is this mandible?

- It's the lower jawbone.

- Mandible?
- Mm-hm.

- I like it.

Wow!

- Oh, Sofi!

This way.

Thank you.

(upbeat music)
(siren wailing)

Sofi.

- [Sofi] I don't
wanna talk about.

- [Robyn] It's
aggravated assault.

- [Security Guard] Pass?

- This is my pass.

- Sorry.

Look, nothing's appeared
in the press yet

but the real
problem is Kendrick.

He's supposed to be
announcing you as the face

of the new campaign
and broken jawbones

don't exactly scream elegance.

- I hate that
fucking name anyway.

It's so fucking pink.

- Look, I'm gonna try and
make the charges go away,

but you have got to
keep your head down.

- Sofi, where in Christ's
tits have you been?

Shelly, I found her, come on,
let's get her done now please.

- I am so sorry, my darling.

My puppy was sick.

- Oh Franco, baby
girl, is he all right?

- I mean, he ate a tampon

and it blew up in him
like a pufferfish.

He nearly suffocated
but he's fine now.

- OMFG, well, you're here now.

Come on, let's get
you done anyway.

Robyn, I am loving those
line, they're great for you.

- Oh, thanks Rick.

Good luck with the show.
(phone dings)

Sofi!

- [Sofi] What?

- Could I have one more
word with Sofi please?

It's about the dog.

- You have 30 seconds.

- Security camera.

- What?

- There was a security camera.

- Oh, I look terrible.

See, he touched me!

- You bumped into him
and he still apologized.

(Robyn gasps)

- That's a hell of a punch.

- A hell of a punch that's
now breaking the internet.

(speaking in French)

(upbeat music)

- My God, I have
missed this place.

- Best falafel.

- Damien sends his love.

(Caroline laughs)
Well, he does.

You're still
obsessed by the idea

that he doesn't like you.

- He doesn't like me.

But that's okay, I
don't like him either.

Kidding.

- How's Bessie?
- Spectacular.

- And the little one?

- Not so little but majestic.

(phones buzzing)

Seeing anyone?

- I have a few friends.

What about you?

- I don't go hungry,
put it that way.

(phone buzzing)

- Do you want to take that?

- No, she's a big girl.

She can figure it out herself.

Now, have we accumulated the
socially acceptable amount

of small talk to go
and have sex yet?

Or do you want to chat
about the fucking weather?

- Check please.

- So where'd you go to
school, Downton Abbey?

- Ah, very good.

Are you intimidated
because I speak proper?

- Not at all.

Us Americans, we don't
care about class.

- No, you care about money.

- Ah, right, the American dream.

The more money you make,
the better you are.

- Delightful simplification.

- Well, is it any worse

than the more money your
mummy and daddy inherited

or the more money their
mummies and daddies inherited,

the better you are?

That is system that literally
promotes inbreeding.

No wonder you all have
such terrible teeth.

- Oh, so capitalism is the key
to the all-American smile.

- Hey, in America, as
long as you get shit done

and you work hard enough,

it doesn't matter who
you are, you can make it.

- Unless you're Black
or Mexican or a woman.

- Touche.

Let's play.

Father, engineer,
mother, Eastern European,

I'm thinking Balkan,
activist slash life model.

- Father, lawyer, mother,
Northern European,

well kept, resentful alcoholic.

- So close!
- Actually that's not fair.

She had a law degree

but she sacrificed
her glittering career

for her grubby little children
as she so often reminds us.

Poor mummy, forgoing
those 50-hour weeks

and having to settle for
private Pilates lessons

and racially
abusing the au pair.

Too much?

- God, I never get to
meet girls like you.

It's always actresses
and models and...

You know, they look
great but they also have

this Melania Trump
dead-behind-the-eyes thing

going on, you know?

But you, you're mean.

I love it.
- I'm very charming.

(phone rings)

- I'm sorry, am I keeping
you from something?

- Two secs.

- [Robyn] I've been calling you.

- [Eve] I'm with Mr. Cole.

- [Robyn] Someone leaked
footage of Sofi's attack.

- Well what do you
want me to do about it?

What does it show?

- I've sent it to you, it's bad.

- Britney with an umbrella bad?

- Solange in a lift
bad, it's not pretty.

- Okay, hold on.

(Eve gasps)

Christ, hell of a punch.

- I need something fast.

Violence only plays well
when it's for a noble cause.

Can we feminize it?

#notouching?

- The guy looks like he
brews ethical craft ales

for a living, he hardly
screams toxic masculinity.

- Okay, well if it's not sexism,

we need another ism.

Race?

Sofi's not a Muslim, is she?

- There.
- [Eve] What?

- [Melody] A witness.

- [Eve] Must be those guys.

- Who are you talking to?

- No one.

1:48, the two men watching on.

Can we use them?

- Okay, we can use this.

I'm gonna pay Dorothy96 a visit.

- Text me the address
and I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

- Where you going?
- Business.

- I'm business.
- No, you're not.

- Oh, does that
mean I'm pleasure?

- You wish.

- Can I see you again?

- I'll think about it.

It was good to see you.

Thank you.

Make sure you give
her a good tip.

- I'll tip you what
you earn in a week

if you give me her number.

- Oh my God.

(upbeat music)

- Melody.

- You were utterly
incredible, Mills.

Having said that,
there was a moment there

when I thought I might
be having a heart attack.

- There are worse ways to go.

- Could be an inconvenience,
though, couldn't it?

Especially for you.

- So, what do you really
want to talk to me about?

- Oh God, am I really
that transparent?

- Babysitting brat
boy billionaires

isn't usually your bag,
baby, so...

What's going on?

You want to sell up, don't you?

What's wrong?
Knocked up some Russian?

- No, it's not about the
company, it's not that.

- What was that for?

- I just wanted one last one
that wasn't clouded with pity.

- What are you talking about?

- I have blood cancer.

I have about six weeks, if that.

- You look fine.

- I'm not fine.

- I don't--
- It's done.

There's no treatment,
there's no options.

It is what it is

and to be honest

I'd prefer
not to talk it to death.

- Oh.

- Just need to tidy up
a few things and do it

with a modicum of
dignity, best I can.

I'm sorry, I didn't
know how to tell you.

- So you fucked me.

- The last thing I wanted
was a charity shag,

nothing sadder than that.

- At least you'll die handsome.

- The lawyers'll tie up
all the business stuff,

it's not complicated.

- Have you told Elizabeth?

- No, I'm seeing her next.

Don't imagine that meeting

will be quite as
good as this one.

- Not all ex-wives
are created equal.

- Never was a truer word said.

And I really should shower.

Flying to New York tonight
and I should catch her

before I go.

- You can't stay?

- I can't think of a
better way to leave you.

In fact, um...

I will always remember
you like this.

- Naked in a hastily
booked hotel room.

- Scene of some of our
greatest adventures.

- I can't argue with that.

- You are a classy bitch, Mills.

(water running)

(melancholy music)

(upbeat music)

(glass taps)

- Dorothy96?

- Sorry, who are you?

- My name's Robyn, I work MP/PR.

I'd like to talk to
you about the video

of you watching Sofi Adjani
breaking a man's jaw.

- Well how did you-

- Here's a tip, don't
use the same handle

across all internet platforms.

- Also, do not buy that
vintage 70s sideboard

you're currently watching on
eBay, it's not real vintage.

You need to be looking
for teak or rosewood

and if you ask me, I'd pay
the extra money and go Danish.

- We did see it.

It was bloody vicious, it was.
She really went for him.

- The bitch is fierce.

- Stu loves her, nearly pissed
his knickers when he saw her.

- I did not.

- I had to stand in front
of her like a muppet

just so you could
get a sneaky pic.

- You wanted that picture for
your Instagram, thank you.

- Did I, really?

- [Stu] You did, you had a
filter on and everything.

- Boys.

We need...
Sofi needs a favor.

- From us?

- How would you
like front row seats

at Kenrick's London show?

♪ Come on, yeah,
oh, come on, yeah ♪

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Gwen] Hi, is
that Melody Bellway?

- Speaking.

- [Gwen] Hi Melody, it's
Gwen from Pendall's PR Firm,

you're scheduled for
an interview with
us this afternoon.

- [Melody] Yeah, that's right.

- [Gwen] I just
wanted to let you know

that unfortunately we're going
to have to cancel the interview.

- Okay.

Can I ask why?

- [Gwen] Look, Melody,
strictly between us,

I contacted MP/PR
for a reference.

- Right.

- [Gwen] And I have to be
honest, it wasn't good.

- Was that Robyn?
'Cause there's a--

- [Gwen] We had 900
applications for this job.

Maybe you're better
taking MP/PR off your CV?

- Okay, thank you.

Bye.

(melancholy music)

(door taps)

- [Ruth] Hi!

- [Kelly] I'm hungry!

- Bye, darling.

Love you.

Okay, bit of homework.

Apparently she has
to draw an animal

that would've been
on Noah's Ark.

Obviously, I told her that
Noah's Ark didn't really exist

and she said she knew that

but that her teacher
would bust her balls

if she didn't do it, so...

- Okay, got it.

Look, Mark, can I
ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Okay, in Microsoft Office,
how do you put in those columns

without making the
writing all weird?

- Okay, what, you're
just doing a bit

of casual
spreadsheeting are you?

- I'm actually
trying to make a CV

but I feel like I
haven't used a computer

for anything other
than online shopping

since grade school, so...
- You're looking for a job?

- Is that a problem?
- No, no, no, no, I just didn't.

Doing what?

- Why is it so hard for everyone

to imagine me doing
something for myself?

- It's not, it's not, I'm sorry.

I think it's a great idea.

I mean, actually, I
was talking to one

of the other mums at school

and she's doing a few
days a week as a TA.

I mean, that's decent hours.
You'd be amazing at that.

- So as a way of getting a break

from spending every waking hour
looking after our children,

you think that I should
get a job looking after

other people's children?

- No, I didn't.

- 'Cause obviously
the only thing

that dummy mummy Ruth can do
is look after children, is that?

- Okay, Ruth, you know what-
- It is always a pleasure, Mark.

- Yeah, you-

Cocks!

(melancholy music)

- [Kelly] Mummy, when's
daddy coming home?

- I don't know babe,
he might not be.

- Why?

- Well, because daddies
don't always live at home

but we still love
you just as much

and you're gonna see him
all the time, I promise.

- Do you have a daddy?

- Yeah, his name is Jared

and he lives in America
in a place called Philadelphia

and he stopped living in my
home when I was a teenager

because he and Granny Clara
had a big falling out.

- Can we go see him?

- Babe, mummy has
some work to do.

Why don't you go upstairs and
check your fairy door, huh?

(melancholy music)

(bell rings)

- She can't go out there.
Sorry Sof, you know I love you,

but she's supposed to be
the face of the new campaign.

- Rick.
- Elegance, elegance.

What's elegant about this?

She looks like
Tyson fucking Fury!

- It's a stupid name anyway.

Why elegance?
You're not even French.

- It's French Algerian
on my mother's side.

(speaking in French)
- Sof, not helping.

- I can't deal with
this right now.

I've got a show starting
in less than 30 minutes.

- Sorry we're late.

I had to sell a tit to get
these two through security.

- Who the fuck are they?

- Okay, Ricky, you need
to chill your boots

and listen to me.

With the greatest of
respect, Sofi's right.

Elegance is a shitty name.

- It's 2020, bae, women
don't want to be elegant,

they want to be strong,
they want to be badass.

- They want to be warriors.

- Fuck yes, we do.

- Rick, this is Simon and Stu.

They're the innocent gay
couple from the video.

Now what you can't hear is

that they're being
verbally abused.

- They were?

- We were.
- It was awful, honestly.

- Do you know what your Sofi,

our little elegant Sofi did?

She stood up for them
because no one else would.

- I did?

- She stood up to a bully,
a man twice her size,

and she knocked
him the fuck out.

Do you know why?

- She's a warrior.

- Guerriere.
That I like.

- Now tell me
that's not the sort

of woman you want
representing your brand.

(upbeat electronic music)

- All sorted?

- [Robyn] Guerriere is live.

(people cheering)

- Sofi, hi, hi!

(people clapping)

(upbeat music)

- Hey Mike, how are you?

- Well, I'm just about as
happy as a pig in shit.

What can I get for you babber?

- Just the usual please.

Was that last lot the same?

It doesn't seem to
be working as well.

- Well, you're probably
building up a tolerance.

Get it all from the
same place, Dr. Dick.

Writes me prescriptions
in return for favors.

Man has a terrible opium habit.

It's actually admired

because you don't really
see it much these days.

Yeah, he functions
at 11 all week

and then just disappears
off the face of the Earth

for two days straight.

It's incredible really.

Oh, word of advice, mind.

If you do have any
cataract surgery,

you might wanna avoid
West London Hospital.

Here you go.

All there, count
'em if you like.

- No, I trust you.

Have you got any Ambien?

- Got some benzos.
They'll knock you right out.

- No.

- Oh, I can't tempt with a
little bit of chari can I?

Just got this killer
shipment in from Columbia.

Still got the cartel stamp
on it, it is proper mint.

- No, I'm good.

Well, thanks for comin'.

- Always a pleasure,
never a chore.

(chill electronic music)

- Melody.

You'll be fine.

See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

- [Eve] I just wanted to
say thank you for today.

- Oh God, don't be silly.

Hardly did anything.

- How'd the interview go?

- It didn't.

Robyn told them not to hire me.

Why would she do that?

- There's no point
trying to figure out why

that girl does what she does.

It's a losing battle.

You choose to have her
in your life or you don't.

Look, how do you feel
about working for MP/PR?

- I don't understand,
I was fired.

- That was as an intern.

I'm talking about as an
assistant, my assistant in fact.

- You're getting an assistant?

I mean, yes.

I would love to, so much.

When's the interview?
- That was it.

So do you want it or not?

- Well, but Robyn, Caroline.

- I cleared it with
Caroline earlier.

Told her it was you
who saved our bacon

on the Sofi thing,
she said it was fine

as long as you stop dressing
like Dora the Explorer.

- Oh my God, thank you so much.

I promise I will
not let you down.

We should go for a drink,
we should celebrate.

- Right, sounds
excellent, however,

I have a billionaire taking
me up The Shard tonight.

Might even go for dinner, too.

Someone must have
slipped him my number.

This needs doing.

Dry clean only, you
shrink it, you buy it.

There's a peach.

- Okay.

(upbeat electronic music)

- [Gwen] Hey babe, it's Gwen.

Thanks for sending over
that reference about Melody.

Sounds like we dodged a bullet.

Thanks for the heads up,
see you soon, bye.

(siren wails)

- [Robyn] Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doin' here?

- I just happened to
be in the neighborhood.

How you doin'?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I saw on Instagram that
you and Robbie took a trip.

- What are you doin'
on my Instagram?

- Nothing, I was just,

I just never got around
to unfollowing you,

is that a problem?

- No, I just don't know how
helpful it is, that's all.

- For you or for me?

- What do you want, Rob?

- I'm pregnant.

- Are you sure?

Oh my days!

I don't-

(melancholy music)

Is it even mine?

- I don't know.

- Does Tom know?

- I haven't-

- Just go home, Rob.
- Sam.

- Look, what do
you want from me?

- I'm sober.
- I don't believe you.

I don't believe anything
that comes out of your mouth.

Look, I'm at work okay?

This is my work, please,
can you leave, please?

- Look, I've-
- Rob, leave, now, please.

♪ I've been everywhere
I wanna go ♪

♪ Seen everything I wanna see ♪

♪ But baby I am tired ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

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

♪ I'm tired of tryin'
to soothe my ills ♪

♪ Baby, I can't lie ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ Baby, I'm so tired of me ♪

(pen scratching)