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The new TS4 -
it's the car that literally goes...

"Vuh-roo-mmm-uh!"

That was great. Oh, actually,
Steven, before you shoot off,

there's a little thing that's just
come in. Do you mind?

What is it? Hi, Steven, this is Clem
Fandango. Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you, Clem Fandango.

We'd like to do this charity thing
for the radio. Won't take a second.

The script's in front of you, sir.

Yeah, OK, I've got it.
Are we rolling?

Yeah, ready when you are, Steven.

Don't miss your opportunity
to experience Bon Ja-Vee

live, up close and personal.

OK? You've got to understand,
I haven't a clue what that means.

I'm guessing it's the name of some
kind of pop group or dance craze?

Spot-on, Steven.

Also, the bit underneath,
Steven, when you're ready.

Where else could you see
Bon Ja-Vee, Madame Ga-Gah...

..and The Cold Play under one roof?

Oh, that's perfect.
See you again soon, yeah?

I sincerely hope not.

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What the hell happened to
Roy Highknock?

Oh! I'm afraid I had to
take his picture off the wall.

What, because of the...
Yes, because of the...

Anyway, pastures new.

Ooh. Who's Sookie Houseboat?

Oh, she's come over from Debbie.
I knew I'd get her in the end.

Things just weren't working out for
her there. I know how she feels.

Sookie Houseboat,
I could do with a slice of that.

I haven't had as much as a sniff
since you-know-who cleared off.

I could get stuck into that,
and no danger!

Toast! Please!

Sorry, Jane. Must be the hot weather.
Plays havoc with my blood pressure.

I've no interest in your
carnal rumblings.

My brother Blair calls it
"the summer swell".

They seem to be wearing
a lot less this season.

You know, I had to loosen my belt
on the underground train...

If you carry on I will be sick.
No, I WILL be sick.

So, what's going on?
Ooh! Doctor Who.

You can fuck that sky-high.
Huh! Not after last time. No way.

Well, that's no way to greet
a fellow scientist.

Would you like a jelly baby?

We grow weary of your adolescent
diversions, Doctor!

Take him to the laboratory!

I'm sure a dissection on that brain
could prove very useful to us!

Yes!

I could have been anyone in that
mask. I felt like a top arsehole.

Right, well, that is it.

I'm not too happy at the moment,
Jane.

I feel like I'm in a bit
of a rut here.

Maybe I should broaden
my horizons a little.

Well, the thing is, Toast, you
don't actually have any horizons.

'Well, that may be
what you think, Jane Plough,

'but there's a lot more to
Steven Toast than meets the eye.'

It's pronounced "Pluff",
as you well know,

as in Brian Clough the sportsman.

'That's odd. She seemed to be
able to read my thoughts there.'

Now bugger off, Toast.
Some of us are working.

Now.

Oh, morning, Toast. You're up early.
Oh, who's that boy?

Not one of yours, hm?
You don't have children.

Apparently, it's Brooklyn Beckham.

Brooklyn Beckham? What, Becks and
Posh Spice's eldest? Yes.

I downloaded the image
accidentally about a month ago

and I can't get it off the screen.

Oh, I can probably help you with
that. Let's see.

Ugh. Get rid of that.

Ed...!

That should get... Followed by...
Garlic.

And there we are.

Oh, what's that file?

Another Wife For Henry
by Paloma Toast.

It's my new novel, Ed.

Using a nom de plume, eh? I've been
working on it for some weeks.

I'm just pissed off
with all those voice-overs

and appearing in that shit play.

I'm even thinking about getting a new
agent. Do you know Brooke Hooberman?

Yes, I've heard of her.

David Bowie told me he was
thinking of signing up with her

when he was doing
The Elephant Man on Broadway,

but he just went back
into the pop scene.

Well, she's a hard-nosed
American female bastard,

and that's exactly what I need,

and she's in town
and she's agreed to meet me.

So, this novel.

Sexy, is it? I'd say!

It's a cross between Hilary Mantel's
Wolf Hall and Fifty Shades Of Grey.

Oh, I've read Fifty Shades.
I must say

it's damn near my favourite book
of all time. It's superb.

And like that book, my heroine is
a strong-willed feminist

who won't be dominated by anyone.

So, what's the story about?

Well, I can read you some if you
like. Oh, yes, please.

"Henry The Eight placed
his toothbrush beside Stephanie's,

"his a dashing royal blue,
hers a luminous pink.

"How harmonious they looked together

"in the silver goblet he had given
her for Valentine's Day 1541.

" 'Oh, if only we could live
together, ' he thought,

"remembering the time
they made love in the shed

"where the bows and arrows were
stored for the archery tournaments... sss!"

So, how does it end?

Well, I was thinking...

that it may not need an end.

Oh. I don't think I've ever
read a book without an end.

I'm experimenting
with a new literary form.

So, what are you going to do
with it?

Send it out to potential
publishers? Already done.

And the fact that it doesn't have an
end, I think, will work in my favour.

I am very excited about this.

Any replies from the publishers?
None.

But I'm hoping Hooberman
will give it a good push.

Good for you, Toast!
Things are picking up at last.

I think they are, Ed, and I'm going
to tell her that I see myself...

..very much at the peak
of my career!

I can honestly say
I've never acted better in my life!

There's always openings
in Hollywood for British actors,

butlers and chauffeurs
and that kind of shit.

That's what I like to hear.

Sorry about having to meet you
in a car.

My office isn't quite ready yet.

I'm also about to embark on
a complementary career as a novelist.

I understand you have strong contacts
in the literary world.

I do actually know a publisher
called Yvonne Wryly.

Had a bit of a nervous breakdown
due to overwork.

But she's back.

If she likes a book,
she really gets behind it.

Does this mean
you're taking me on as a client?

Do you have representation
at the moment?

I'm with someone who's basically
as old as the pyramids

and as dynamic as a weather forecast.

Sorry.

It's an old friend of mine.

Jane Plough. Do you know her?

And if I'm honest,
it was bloody embarrassing,

but she said she wouldn't tell Jane.

Who is Jane again?
Jane is my agent.

So, you're some kind of actor?

I'm not a kind of actor.
I am an actor.

Sorry, my name's Toast, Steven Toast.

Hello, Toast. I'm Kate. Kate Khan.

Kate? Mm.

Kate's in my top 20
of favourite female names.

Number 18, actually.

I love a sing-along. Don't you?
Yes.

Why don't you have a go?
No, I don't normally sing.

Though there is one song I am told
I perform particularly well.

Sing it! Go on! Get me a drink
and then sing the song.

What will you have?
Vodka and Coke.

Ian, could you get the lady
a vodka and Coke, please?

I'd like to dedicate this next song

to a beautiful lady in the audience
called Kate.

This is an old song about London.

Hop it, old-timer.

Steven, this is my aunt, Deepa.

Ah, nice to meet you.

Hope you don't mind
if she sits there. No.

I enjoyed that. It was unusual.

Well, it's another string to my bow.

What's the deal with your aunt?

Oh, she likes these nights out.
Unfortunately, she's deaf and blind.

Also has a slight limp.

My mother usually cares for her,
but one month every year I, er,

come to London and give Mum
a bit of a break.

So, she's deaf, blind
and with a bit of a limp.

Something of a fiasco, one might say.

Would you like to go to a club?
A club?

Yeah, there's a club I go to around
here. Do you like dancing?

Of course.
Come on. Let's have some fun.

Oh. Ooh. Oh, yes.

Yes, that's good.

Oh, like that. Come on.

You don't mind me
wearing my sports vest?

No. Ooh.

What's wrong?

Are you sure she can't see
or hear anything?

No, I told you she's deaf and blind.

It's a little odd, isn't it? Why? She
doesn't know what's going on.

Does she have to be in the bedroom?
Yes! I can keep an eye on her here

and, honestly, she's
completely oblivious to this.

Yes? Yes.

Ah. Ooh. Ooh.
Oh, yeah. Oh, come on.

Oh, you like that, don't you? Ah!
Yeah.

Lucky you! Lucky me!

Yeah! Ooh!
Oh, give it to me! Oh! Ha-ha-ha!

Come in!
Steven Toast.

Wow.

What?

What a book! Oh, thank you.

It's seriously one of the best
things I have ever read.

I think it's actually much sexier
than Fifty Shades

and just much better
than any of Mantel's books.

I mean, I love Hilary.
She's one of my best friends.

But can she write
strong female characters?

I don't think so.

But you've created

this incredible, strong-willed,
believable, independent woman.

She's amazing!

You're not concerned she's a
columnist with a left-wing newspaper?

Not in the slightest.
OK, they probably didn't have

newspapers like the Guardian
in the 16th century,

and they didn't have
columnists like Stephanie.

That's her name, isn't it?

Yes. Stephanie de Swasson.
But who cares?

We just kind of go with it
cos the character is so brilliant.

She doesn't take any shit
from Henry The Eight.

Totally in control of that situation
and obviously the dominant sexual partner.

Yeah, well, that was very important
for me when I was writing it.

Well, we're so excited
about this here.

We've just put this together.

Where the hell did you find
that photograph of me?

Oh, it's a collage portrait
put together by the art department.

First, I should say, it's not right.
We can do much better.

But the size is correct. No.

But this...
this is the most important part.

Major ads in all the trade papers.

Heavy TV and cinema advertising.

We are really gonna sell this book
because we believe in it so much.

I can see this being, quite
seriously, the biggest book of all time.

And I hate hyperbole,
I hate all that bullshit,

and I see it all the time,

but this book really is that good.

Oh, I'm glad you like it
as much as I do.

Publicity are planning
a massive celebratory lunch.

There's a possibility
we can get Obama along to it.

Oh, top-notch!

Can I ask you, Steven,
do you have a wife or partner?

Well, I'm having sex with
an Indian lady, which is great,

but it is complicated
by the presence of a third party.

Because we can organise getting
an A-list Hollywood actress along

to accompany you on the day.

Yes, I'd like that very much.

I'll contact Brooke
about the sums involved here.

Obviously, we're talking millions.

But I don't want to even
discuss that with you now,

because the book isn't
quite finished.

Erm... It needs an end.

Well, I was thinking I could get
away without having an end.

No, no. Absolutely not.
Who told you that? Ben Elton?

Who?
Having an end is very important.

We need to know what happens
to Stephanie.

But don't worry.

You could tie up the whole thing in a few
paragraphs, maybe even a sentence or two.

But it does need an end.

All right. I'll try and think of one.

And thank you, Steven, for writing
the greatest book of all time.

Yes-sss!

"Henry The Eight felt hot that day,

"and not just because
the sun was beaming down

"on the ramparts of
Hampton Court Palace.

"Stephanie began to undress slowly
before her monarch.

"Henry responded by loosening
some of his heavy armour."

Oh, I like that, Toast.
That's got me going. Come on.

Oh, yes.

Ooh.

Oh, yes! Ah!
Ooh! Ooh!

This is great sex!

Absolutely superb stuff!

Oh, you're certainly delivering
the goods today, Toast!

That's cos I'm in a good mood!

Your aunt seems to be
filming us making love.

Oh, come on, Toast.
She's just playing with her phone.

I told you she can't hear
or see anything.

Well, if she's deaf and blind,
why does she need an camera phone?

Oh, get real, Toast.
Every phone has a camera these days.

Oh. Oh, that was lovely.

Excuse me for a moment.
I need to go to the bathroom.

Oh!

I wonder if you really
can't see or hear.

Hey!

You there!

Yeah.

Omm-mm-mm-mm...

mm-mm-mm-mm

mm-mm-mm-mm

mm-mm-mm-mm-muh!

Ooh!

Bet you've not seen anything like
this for a while, have you, eh?

Er...

What you doing to Aunt Deepa?

Ah, still working on the novel,
Toast?

It must be nearly finished
if you don't need an end.

Well, looks like
it may need an end after all.

Publisher lady thinks it's crucial.

What happens to Stephanie de Swasson?
It's a tough nut to crack.

I'm sure it's easy enough to think
of an end. You could kill everyone.

I need to get out of here.

Clear my head.
Good thinking, Toast.

I'm sure you'll definitely, definitely be
able to think of something.

Definitely!

How the shit
am I gonna end this book? How about,

" 'This'll cure the toothache, '
uttered Stephanie de Swasson,

"as the executioner raised
an impressive axe. The end."?

That might work.

"As the sun went down
over Hampton Court Palace,

"Henry watched the starship
containing Stephanie de Swasson

"zoom vertically up
into outer space."

Could be popular with the young set.

" 'What a perfect day, '
Stephanie thought to herself,

"as she pulled up her wedding dress,
undid her flies

"and urinated into the urinal.
The end."

These are awful. Writer's block?

Writer's cock, more like.

180!

You're on form today, Deepa.

Deepa?

Deepa? Deepa?

Do you want another pint?
No, I'm cool.

Oi! Oh, fuck...

You'd better go, Dave.

I bloody knew it!

All this not hearing and seeing
stuff, total bullshit. Am I right?

Look, I was deaf and blind,
but last year

I went to the holy temple in India
and received a miracle cure.

I didn't tell anyone cos I didn't
want to lose my benefits.

So, you're a benefits cheat. You
know, it's because of people like you

that the membership of
the UK Independence Party

has gone up 12-fold!

Don't tell everyone!

Oh, I will, I will. In fact...

Officer!

Stop that woman!
She's a benefits cheat!

Well, go on!

This is a routine fire drill.

Would everybody in the library
please leave the building!

Oh...
This is a routine fire drill.

This is a routine fire drill.

Ah.

I've got it, Ed. What?

An end. I've got the end to my novel.

I see. Oh, well done.

It's truly inspired.
I'm very pleased with it.

Come on, then. Do tell.

What happens to the fair and feisty
Stephanie de Swasson?

Spontaneous combustion.

Spontaneous combustion? Yes.

Stephanie de Swasson
spontaneously combusts?

You must be fucking joking!

It's a ridiculous cop-out.

Is the end of Moby-Dick, the whale
spontaneously combusting?

Did JK Rowling have Harry Potter...
Who?

..bursting into flames
to tie up her series

of seven hugely successful novels?

People can spontaneously combust.
It's on the internet.

No, they can't! Yes, they can.

Though rare, there have been
exactly 200 documented cases.

It's totally unbelievable!

To think I offered you
the sun, moon and stars,

and this is the best ending
you can think of!

I had a nervous breakdown,
and I come back to work

after six months and have
to deal with this shit!

And I tell you something else,
you little prick, if I ever...

Well, that's not gonna help my book.

She was just saying how completely
unbelievable it would be

for someone to spontaneously combust,

and then, "Bang!"

I mean, it was the definition of
irony. Irony writ very large.

Yes, I guess we'll never know
what causes spontaneous combustion.

It's one of the great mysteries.

Like the moon landings.
Excuse me.

Toast.
'Frinkbuster says he'll meet you!'

Well, that is promising. 'He'll meet
you in an hotel.' All the best.

Who was that, Toast?
Brooke Hooberman.

Apparently, a Hollywood film producer
called Dinky Frinkbuster wants to meet.

Hollywood producer, eh?
Oh, that's impressive.

Must be staying somewhere
like Claridge's or the Dorchester.

I expect so.

Make yourself comfortable, Toast.

You want a banana?
No, I'm good.

So, what's this movie about,
Frinkbuster?

Well, it's about a couple
of lesbian lovers, right?

And they get kind of bored
of lesbian sex,

so one goes out
with this big black bodybuilder.

The other one stays at home
lying in the sun

until a hunky British guy
comes by to clean out the pool.

OK. So, I... I need to get
the overall picture.

What would you say
the theme of the film is?

What do you mean, theme?

So I'm playing the
British pool cleaner. Yeah.

So, what's my relationship
with the girl?

What...

Well, you just fuck her.

Well, that sounds
like it could be a porn film.

Look, I've seen your work. What?

I hope we're not
at cross-purposes here.

'Ooh! This is great sex!

'Absolutely superb stuff!'

'You're certainly delivering
the goods today!'

'That's cos I'm in a good mood!'

Haven't you seen that?
That's outrageous!

Got half a million hits.

That Indian lady with the sunglasses
is not a professional film-maker.

She's a benefits fraudster.
Well, suit yourself.

Hold your horses. Don't turn it off.

'Yes! Oh, come on, Toast!'

'Yes!'

How many hits?

Half a mill. Is that good?

You're a superstar.

'Lucky you!' 'Lucky me!'

You are lucky!
'Come on, give it to me! Oh!'

She sure is.

Toast... you fucking snake!

Going behind my back with
all that secret squirrel stuff.

Sit up straight when
I'm talking to you!

I asked her not to tell you.
Brooke and I are very old friends.

Course she's going to tell me if

one of my clients is trying to
jump ship, you fucking idiot.

Well, nothing materialised. Shh.

You do have some ridiculous ideas,
don't you?

Hollywood films, novel writing.

I'm this close to taking
your picture off my wall.

Oh, come on, Jane.

I shall think about this tonight and let
you know my decision in the morning.

You'll be needed in the studio
at ten o'clock.

Bzzz.

Bzzz.

Bzzz.

Bzzz.

Look, I'm gonna need some direction.
Which bee am I meant to be?

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