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strong language, adult humour,
and some scenes of a sexual nature

- Come on, you haven't told us the
story yet. We need all the details.
- He said, "OK, then."

- That's so hot.
Did he get on one knee?
- No.

- Did he get out a ring?
- No.

Well, that doesn't matter,
it's brilliant news.

I'm so happy for you.

Don't you ruin this for me, Josie.

You'd love to ruin my engagement
dinner, wouldn't you?

Sorry.

Do you think Dev's been acting
a bit odd?

He's not said anything all dinner.

He's been in the bathroom for
20 minutes.

I don't know, girls.

The most important thing is not
to ask him any questions.

Men don't like it
when you ask questions.

That's why they don't ask us any.

They're leading by example.

Are you OK, Dev?

Something's been bothering me, Deb,

and I've just got to come out
and say it.

Spencer's not dead, is he?

You lied to me, didn't you?

- I said we were separated.
- Separated by death.

You took me to his grave.
How could you?

Congratulations!

Here's to forever.

Speaking as a married man,

you two are in for the adventure
of a lifetime.

# Everybody in love

# Come put your hands up. #

Come on, Dev, hands up!

I just don't know any more.

That's not how it goes.

I really hoped he'd pay
for this one.

What's going on with your face?

I'm happy.

Fucking hell.

The state of it.

A medical mystery,

like your mouth's doing
the right thing,

but your eyes are trying to call
the Samaritans.

Happy?

Troubling.

- OK, stop, it's scary.
- I can't help it.

I'm in love.

Charlie's perfect.

How have you been avoiding Seb?

I've been telling him
I've been going to Book Club.

Imagine? Imagine me reading
a book?

Having an affair is a proper thrill,

cos it's like a victimless crime.

Well, apart from his ugly wife.

She probably knows deep down
that this day would come.

If you look like that,
compared to me.

And we're kissing loads.

Yeah, me and Charlie too.

There's that smile again.

Stop it, it's scary.

Good evening!

God, it's so strange you being
the depressed one.

- You're right, it is pathetic.
- I'm not depressed.

I've just got no energy
and everything seems pointless.

It's not depression,
it's just being tired.

Oh, well, right, sorry, my mistake.

Well, at least you're still
getting married.

And we're all still moving into
the massive house, aren't we?

I don't know.

Well...

..try not to think too much, OK?

Like you said, your brain's
the enemy.

And if you smiled a bit more,

maybe you'd be better
at keeping your man!

A bit like me.

Well, good luck,
I'm off to Book Club.

Josie, do you think I'm thick?

What sort of
a book club starts at 10pm?

It's a late night one.

If you're going to have an affair,
you need to get better at lying.

We need Seb.

He is the sole man bringing home
the bacon.

You lying on your back
and thinking of England

is a noble sacrifice
for our mortgage.

He's not going to find out.

I don't care which sad lesbian
with a bowl cut you're fingering.

If Seb finds out, we are all fucked.

The walls are fucking caving in.

Oh, was that hole always there?

- WHISPERS:
- I hate you.

Ready to die?

What the fuck?!

Oh, sorry.

That's weird.

- Promotion at work.
- You're up early.

Me and Graham have to fuck
really early in the morning,

while he still has
the energy to get hard.

- Seb tried to kill me.
- What?

- In his sleep.
- Seb tried to kill you
in your sleep?

- No, he tried to kill me
in
- his
- sleep. There's a difference.

His subconscious is onto me.

This is the problem with dating
a younger man.

Older men haven't got time
for all this bullshit

because they're busy
knocking on death's door.

Honestly, it's so refreshing.

None of those expectations
younger men have on us, you know.

Oh, can you hand me the razor?
He likes me bald.

Seb's not actually going
to kill me, is he?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

What's the time?

It's just gone eight.

Shit, I'm pushing my luck.

That'll have to do.

I don't want to spend the day
thumbing in a softie.

You got back late
from Book Club last night.

You must be knackered.

Are the books too long?

It was a gripping session.

Must be some hot, hot takes
you're having.

The last thing I read was
Pride and Prejudice at school.

One of these days,
I'll come with you.

- It's women only.
- Oh, yeah.

You have told me that,
first day at work jitters.

Haven't been sleeping very well,
you know.

Can't sleep unless I orgasm.

Perhaps you could masturbate.

What a waste.

Not since we're married.

Would feel like adultery.
I shalt not!

I think I'll save it all up
for my beloved wife,

thank you very much.

Will I see you tonight?

Sorry, it's Book Club again.

Again?

Goodness me, what are you reading?

Pride and Prejudice.

Wow.

Well, I won't come, then.

I've already read that.

Tell Dev I'm fucking thriving.

You can tell him yourself,
he's picking me up.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Fuck!
- Kisses!

See you when you get back, baby.

- Ready, Seb?
- Won't be as exciting
as the casino.

A blessed relief.
I'm a businessman now.

I'm out of the gambling business
and into the business business.

Gambling never made sense to me.

- Life's risky enough as it is.
- I know.

There's a slight chance you won't
win, which must be stressful.

Well, I think gambling is sexy.

You could lose,

or you could win everything.

Deb, you look amazing.

I always do.

But a minute ago, you looked awful.

I thought you might like this back.

It's dead, by the way.

- Is it?
- Sorry.

Is it definitely dead or alive?

Are you sure?

Were you just telling me it's dead
when really it's still alive?

I don't know.

- Oops.
- No, it's still alive.

Just needs a bit of charge.

Abandoned again.

But at least I've got my daughter
to keep me company today.

Block out all those dark thoughts.

Sorry, I've got plans.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Huh.

I just feel like your heart isn't
in this.

No, no, I love it.

Please continue.

You're thinking
about your ugly wife, aren't you?

I'm starting to worry
this might not be fair to her.

- You don't even kiss.
- Well, yeah.

I feel like that's crossing a line.

You're scared of her.

How pathetic.

Being scared of a woman.

A stupid woman.

She's a neurosurgeon.

And don't we all know it?

She touches people every day.

She's probably been inside more men
than you know.

That's not fair to you.

- Kiss me.
- No.
- Right, I give up.

All right, all right, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

I know we were really excited
about this affair,

but I just don't know
if I have it in me.

This isn't an affair.

Affairs are in hotels and shit,
not your stupid wife's car.

This is a waste of my time.

You can suck yourself off
from now on.

No, no, Billie, don't go.

I'm sorry, you're right.

You're a princess.

You deserve a castle.

I'll book the Holiday Inn.

Tonight.

But that's far too late
for you to get an erection.

I'll do my best.

Well...

..Prince Charming.

Now, stop whimpering
so I can finish you off.

Well, well, well.

So we finally meet.

You're late. Wasn't sure you were
going to make it.

Oh, kept you waiting, did I?

Well, I've done two years of
that on your waiting list.

A lovely taste of your own medicine
doesn't slip down too easy, does it?

The NHS mental health service

is doing everything it possibly can

to cope with astronomical strain.

Well, too little, too late.
And guess what?

I'm fine now, so egg on your face.

You can't handle me at my worst,

you don't deserve me at my medicated
best.

You can shove this appointment
up your underfunded arse.

I've got a girlfriend now,
she makes me happy.

I'd much rather talk about her,
to be honest.

I think it's best if we focus on
discussing your mental health.

Nope. No point.
It's Charlie's problem now.

And don't bother keeping my number
on the system.

If we break up,
I won't be coming back,

cos I'll definitely
have killed myself.

You're having suicidal thoughts?

Er, yeah!

Who doesn't?
You're telling me some people don't?

And that's only if we break up.

- Are you saying you have a plan?
- Oh, yeah.

I've got to have a plan.

You'll find me floating
down the Thames

with my goodbye note stapled
to my chest.

Let society see what they did
to their bravest soldier.

- You have a note?
- Yeah, but don't worry,

it's laminated,
so it won't get soggy.

Anyway, I just came here to say
that I'm happy now,

and I don't need
these anti-depressants.

I'm at peace now.

I'm happy!

Sorry.

I'm happy.

Back in a minute.

Hmm.

This is Doctor Rajni.
He'll be asking you some questions.

Do you want to hear
about my girlfriend too?

Uh, filing cabinets.

Staples.

Be careful, they know how many's
in there.

Wow.

The corporate rat race in full flow.

So, what do you actually do?

Er, communications.

Bloody brilliant.

What's communications?

Well, our department is responsible
for developing

an internal communications strategy

that aligns with external corporate
communications.

And as of the work drinks tonight,
I am being promoted to team leader

of external corporate
communications.

Yeah, I mean, when I put it like
that, it does sound rather dull.

I think this is
the best job I've ever had.

It's funny,
I didn't think I'd still be here.

I was just supposed to be
a summer job.

How long have you been here?

29 years.

That is a long summer.

There she is.

The reason I do it all.
My loving wife.

You're bringing Josie tonight?

God, I wish.

It's that bloody Book Club again.

Every night she comes back smelling
of academia.

Tongue so tired from discourse
she can't even kiss.

It's not right, God bless her.

I'll be lucky to ever see her
before midnight,

that little book-loving worm.

A bit late for a book club.

- What do you mean?
- Well, I just think...

Don't believe everything you hear
from that family.

You think I should go
to the Book Club and scope it out?

I mean, one minute they say
they've got a dead husband,

and then the next thing you know,
he's alive.

I mean, maybe
they're all just liars!

- You OK?
- I'm sorry.

Of course Josie is not lying,
I'm just miserable.

I miss Deb.

Everything seems meaningless
without her.

I mean, she looks fantastic.

Tell me, was this morning just
a show...

..or is she really better off
without me?

There's no easy way
to tell you this, Dev.

She's fucking thriving.

BEEPING

Sorry, it's not going through.

- Have you tried wiping the chip?
- Have you tried winding your neck in?

Ahem.

I'll get that for you.

- Jamie.
- Debbie, long time, no see.

What's it been? Two years?

- You look so different.
- Well...

It's amazing what a haircut
and a bit of luck can do.

- Right, well, best be off.
- It's mainly money.

But not before I catch up with
an old friend.

You having a party tonight?

Not exactly.

Well, if you fancy some company...

No, thank you, I'm engaged.

- Well, actually, I'm not sure
any more.
- You're not sure?

Well, let me know if you'd ever
like to be sure about something.

BEEPING

Oh!

Thank you, Jamie.

Actually, er, I go by James now.

What, like James Bond?

SHE LAUGHS

Here's your thrush cream.

It's for Josie.

It's going to be really awkward
for you

if my girlfriend comes
to pick me up.

We're not here to talk
about your girlfriend.

You do believe I've got
a girlfriend, though, don't you?

Look, we're really here
to discuss ways

we can help you during crisis.

I'm not in crisis.

I've got a girlfriend.

You're going to be so embarrassed
for making me stay here.

You don't have to stay.

This is a voluntary section,
you can leave any time.

Right.

Well, I was going to go,
but now I won't,

because I think you think
my girlfriend isn't real.

Would you like us to call her?

Yes, please.

What? Jamie?

I always thought you ruled him out
because of his pathetic salary

and dry, red scalp.

Yeah, well, now that he's got money,

his dandruff and
disturbing behaviour

are actually rather sexy.

What, so you fancy him
cos he's loaded?

Darling, at my age, it's one
or the other

and if it's a choice between
the two, I know which one I prefer.

Money can't pop out for teabags
and never come back.

Well, I'm happy for you.

Do you know how he made his money?

He said it was a bit of luck,

and I don't
need to know any more than that.

As I said, darling, men don't
like it when you ask them questions.

His business is none of my business.

Good for you.

Oh, I don't know. What about Dev?

Oh, move on! It's pathetic now!

As far as I'm concerned,
your relationship

is as dead as his dead wife.

You're like this hole.

You need fucking filling.

I do.

I do need filling.

Yes, you do. For God's sake, look at
yourself, woman.

Depression.

Mascara down your face,
tracksuit bottoms.

Unshaved armpits.

You know who you are.

Oh, my God.

I'm Josie!

- Go, Mum, before it's too late.
- Thank you, Billie.

I am so proud of you.

The big promotion,
your independence.

And, best of all,
for not being Josie.

Right, I'm off out!

Where are you going?

Work again. Oh, I'm a workaholic.

Shouldn't you be in costume?

Yeah.

You're right, yeah, sorry.

Hello, checking in.

Surname, Woman.
First name, Arthur.

That's not my real name.

It's Mr...

Actually, I don't know
what his fake name is,

but his real name is
Graham Campbell.

And do you need his National
Insurance number?

You have to give me
a second to open my database.

No need. Mr Campbell's not here yet.

- But you can go up to the room.
- Thanks.

We're having an affair.

So I suppose you're wondering
how I made all my money.

No, of course not, not at all.

I've got a lot of fingers
in a lot of pies.

Mainly crypto, to be honest.

Some investments.

I've got a lot of money
on a lot of different horses.

Wow.

And horses are expensive.

I bet you're wondering,
what's crypto?

Well, Pussy Galore,

if I told you,

I'd have to kill you.

It's risky, but, uh,

I guess I'm just one of
life's winners.

Should we split this?

I'm joking!

Imagine. Put your card away,
you crazy woman.

Fantastic plastic.

That's...

..my wallet.

I know.

I got a call from the hospital.

BANGING

Oh, it's you!

Yes, it's me.

Well, well, well.

Here she is, everyone.

Are you feeling embarrassed now?

Egg on all your faces.

Can I speak to you in private?

Um, no, I think
all the nurses should hear this.

Well, maybe they should hear this,
actually, um...

Do you think I'm your girlfriend?

Oh, sorry,
you're not keen on labels.

You follow me into
art school every day,

you find out
what club nights I go to,

and you stare at me for hours,
and then you follow me home.

I don't even want to know
how you've got my number.

This is all in your head, OK?

I'm not your girlfriend.

But what about all the yearning,

the way we stare at
each other across the lecture hall?

I was trying to work out
how you got in.

You're not even a student!

Look, just to be really clear,
we are not in a relationship.

She's right, actually.

We're more casual.

I told you I'd take you to a casino,
Pussy.

Right...

A couple of spins
and then back to mine, OK?

Wow, it's nothing like
in the movies.

Let's put it all on black.

It's a fruit machine.

FRUIT MACHINE MUSIC

Oh!

Right, let's go.

No, I'm feeling lucky,
let's go again.

FRUIT MACHINE MUSIC

Oh, 50 quid!

- Again.
- Are you sure?

Again. We can't lose.

You've already won quite
a lot already, maybe we should...

I'm James fucking Bond.

FRUIT MACHINE MUSIC

MUSIC STOPS

Hard luck, mate.

You fucking, fucking, fucking
stupid, stupid, fucking...

Fuck you! Aargh!

Fuck you! What?

What? Don't touch me!
I didn't do anything wrong!

Oh, Billie, I'm so, so sorry.

It's my wife.

Her mother's very sick and,
well, she's had a fall.

Suspected blood on the brain.

I had to help take her into
intensive care.

And, obviously, my wife's on
the list.

Will you stop talking about
your fucking wife?

Honestly, you're obsessed
with her.

You're right.

I'm so sorry.

No more about my wife.

Uh, shit, er, let me just change
out of this shirt.

Still got a bit of blood
on the collar.

- Um...
- Let me help you.

Oh.

PHONE RINGS

Mm.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Oh, God.

Yeah, of course.

No, they can't catheter her.

She'd get another UTI.

She won't handle the antibiotics.

Yeah.

Yes, of course.

Be there in a sec.

You're leaving me?

Um, look, I might be back tonight,

but I'm not sure. My wife...

- You promised you'd use
the code name I gave her.
- Sorry.

Ugly Bitch needs me.

Enjoy the room.

Help yourself to the mini fridge.
Everything's on me.

Go for it.

For the bus home.

But we didn't even kiss.

Sorry.

Wait, you've got my shoe!

Wait!

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

On reflection, I do not feel good.

I think I should stay here.

We've already filled your bed
and phoned your emergency contact.

Fuck me.

If you need me, I'll be
in the Thames.

Dev.

I'm so sorry,
I shouldn't have lied to you.

I love you,
and I want to be with you.

You are the most stable man
I've ever met.

My lovely, safe James Bond.

Deb,

I'm so pleased to see you.

- Are you?
- Yes, um...

And there's something I need
to tell you.

I actually think finding out
the truth about your husband

was the best thing
that could have happened.

- You what?
- Yes!

You see, he's given me
the strength to tell you my truth.

He's alive,

and so am I.

Eh?

Hello, hello, everyone.

Um, thank you

for the wonderful years
at this company.

Um, this promotion truly has meant
the world to me.

Um, but ultimately,

I just want to say...

..I think it's time for me to leave.

Effective immediately.

- Fuck me.
- Yeah.

I...I want to pursue my dreams.

Um, thank you so much to my fiancee

for supporting me through
this decision.

Deb...

Where is she? Deb? There she is,
Deb. Right by the door.

Yeah, that's right.

We're engaged.

Oh!

Well, Deb, what do you reckon?

I gambled for the first time
in my life.

Sexy, right?

I know.

I am your James Bond.

What were you in the hospital for?

Uh, women's issues.

Absolutely. Say no more.

So...

..which way is it?

Why? Where are we going?

Book Club, silly.

Josie, we're closed.

I'm glad to see you, though,
I could really use a friend.

I've just been ghosted.
Can you believe it?

Claire, I don't have time
for your shit right now.

- Seb's coming.
- Oh, boyfriend reveal.

Husband actually. Anyway,

we've been having Book Club
for the last three months, OK?

- Every night.
- A bit late for a book club.

Please do this for me,
you're my best friend.

You didn't tell me your boyfriend
looks like Mr Darcy.

This is so lucky.

Pride and Prejudice
is my favourite book.

Mine too.

God, I miss those times.

The romance of it all.

But when relationships could be
all about a look...

..and then to promise yourself
to someone forever.

- WHISPERS:
- So romantic.

It's everything I've ever wanted.

As Austen once wrote,

"I must learn to be content
with being happier than I deserve."

I love that.

I think people are scared
to try new things.

Honestly, I've never read it
like that, But...

..it's so true.

You never know
what you're missing out on.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

Mr Darcy.

It is Mr Darcy, right?

Josie...

I know you've been lying to me.

What do you mean?

You think I'm thick?

You haven't read the book, have you?

You got me.

Guilty.

Prince Charming!

Prince Charming!

It's nearly midnight.

I want my true love's kiss!

Billie, what are you doing?

My wife's asleep,
she's had a very long day.

You took my shoe.

I'm Cinderella.
Your wife's not Ugly Bitch.

She's the Evil Witch.

I don't want your money.

Take me as I am
or don't take me at all.

This is true love.

I want my fucking true love's kiss.

Please keep your voice down.

It's the age gap, isn't it?
Listen, Graham,

I don't care that you're really
fucking old, just kiss me.

- No.
- Kiss me!

- Please.
- Kiss me!

I knew it. You love me.

No, I don't.

- It's me or your wife.
- My wife?

Right. OK, then.

- Can I have the money back?
- Yes, yes.

Please don't tell anyone.

Here.

Take it all.

Wow. OK.

I've always wanted to be
a sugar baby.

I'm paying you
so you get off my driveway.

Whatever you need to tell yourself,
Mr Daddy.

I won't say a word.

Us sugar babies can be
very discreet.

Goodnight, Prince Charming!

I shall go to the ball.

Ready to die?

Bang!