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People I'd love to kill...

Manspreaders.

I mean, yeah, that's what he said to me.

Donna in the minimarket.

He was saying.

Who is never happy to help.

All up in my face.

You've got an alligator in your garden, and what?

- How big is it? - Norman from work.

No, I can't put that on the front page!

For failing to acknowledge my potential.

Jeff from work.

For having zero spatial awareness.

Night!

Actually, everybody at work.

People who have sex with you and then only reply

To your texts with emojis.

My sister, Seren, for leaving me on read, on my phone,

And in my life in general.

Our mum, for leaving

And forgetting to tell us where she went.

And forever at the top of my list,

Julia Blenkingsopp.

- Did you hear Rhiannon died? - Oh, no. I, I didn't...

Who subjected me to a relentless campaign

Of psychological abuse.

Eroding my self-worth and general context in the world.

Oh, my God, do you smell that? It smells like decay!

She's so weird.

Julia Blenkingsopp,

For making me pull so much of my hair out

That I had to wear a wig.

Julia Blenkingsopp,

For turning me into a ghost.

Making me forever invisible, and afraid.

And I'd kill my dad for dying.

And leaving me to deal with everything alone.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad... Nurse! Nurse! Oh, excuse me!

- I pulled out the wire. - You prick!

No, you're too easy.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Right.

- Got you some bits. - Yes!

Give me my... knife, would you?

Yeah...

- Here we go. - Thanks.

- What happened there? - Oh, just tea.

Jeff, uh, bumped into me. It was an accident.

You let people take the piss.

You need to learn to stand up for yourself.

- I know. - Ah, don't just say you know.

Do it.

I'm serious, Rhiannon.

Don't let people walk all over you.

Make 'em see you, how you are.

How special you are.

Just be more...

You're trying to kill me.

You sound worse.

Has anyone been in to see you today?

I told you, someone will be with you

As soon as they're available.

- Excuse me? - Come on!

It will take you two minutes!

- Sorry, can I, um... - This isn't good enough.

- I pay for your fucking wages! - Oh! Can I have a raise then?

My mate wants a mini trifle,

So he should get a mini fucking trifle!

Sorry, I, I just need, um...

Hey, I'm talking to you!

- Hi, excuse me? - Fine, I'll do it myself then...

And myself...

My dad...

for being so helpless without him.

He's crashing...

Letting him down, again.

People I'd love to kill...

Everyone.

You look nice.

Tommy will be so missed

And not just by the people whose extensions

He didn't finish before he fell ill.

Oh, what time do you call this?

As I was saying,

- Tommy will be missed. - Hi.

But he'll be missed most by his family.

- I thought you weren't coming. - The flight was delayed.

Daughter Seren, mother to his only grandchild, Noel.

Son-in-law, Xavier. Daughter and carer, Rhian.

That's not my name.

And not to mention his dedicated employees,

Andrew, Craig, and Shaun,

Whom he saw as family.

And all the other friends, colleagues and clients,

Who have come to say goodbye one final time.

And now, to play Tommy out of this life

And onto whatever awaits,

Is a cover of a song by his favorite artist,

Bruce Springsteen.

Because Tommy was "A Boss" too.

Literally. He ran a limited company

And employed three other people.

I told him to say that.

Tommy, this one's for you, carefully chosen by...

Rhian.

♪ Hey, little girl Is your daddy home? ♪

♪ Did he go And leave you all alone? ♪

♪ I got a bad desire ♪

That's actually quite nice.

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

He said he'd haunt me if I didn't.

♪ Tell me now baby Is he good to you? ♪

And did he do to you The things that I do? ♪

♪ Oh, I, I can take you higher ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

- Thank you. - Oh, uh...

- Sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

- Very sorry. - Thank you.

- Thanks. - So sorry, Rhian.

Uh, it's actually...

Rhiannon.

- So sorry. - Yeah.

What is she doing here?

She moved back. She wanted to pay her respects.

Oh, Julia!

Um, excuse me?

There are a lot of dirty glasses on our table.

Oh.

Okay. Um...

Hi, Aunty Brenda, it's...

Rhiannon? Tommy's daughter.

Are you the one that lives in France?

No. That's Seren. I'm just...

Here.

So, you don't work here?

No.

- She doesn't work here. - Oh, no, really?

- Oh, sorry. - Oh, steady on.

- Oh, hi. Hi. - Oh. Hi.

Uh...

It was really nice of you to come.

No, yeah, like, obviously.

You know, Tommy was like...

Yeah.

- Anyway... - So, how have you been?

- Sorry, what's that? - Sorry.

I was just asking how you've been.

Uh...

I've been pretty sad actually.

Yeah...

Yeah, me too.

Anyway, um, it was good to see you.

- Yeah. - I should deliver these.

Or maybe we could get coffee or something, sometime?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. I mean, you've got my number, so...

Yeah, but, um, I don't know if it's working?

- Does it end in 2-7-4? - Yeah, that's the one.

Cool.

Do you want anything?

- No, thanks. - No, thanks, babes.

I'll get, uh, red wine...

At school, she made me think I'd died

And was just a ghost in uniform.

Ah? What's that?

Nothing. - I should...

It was good seeing ya.

Bye.

- You all right? - Mm.

- Here we go. - Julia.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers, mate.

Sorry.

I got 'em to do mini scotch eggs especially.

I only eat meat when I'm menstruating.

Oh, come on, it's a special occasion.

Rhiannon, can you stop waving meat in my face?

Oh, sorry. Didn't see you.

There are like, zero vegetarian options.

Who the fuck eats iceberg lettuce?

You should have a word with whoever did the food,

looks like an impoverished child's birthday party.

Yeah, Rhiannon, did you even send them

My dietary requirements?

Oh, my God, hi! It's been so long, hasn't it?

I mean, I haven't seen you since school!

So long ago.

We're all so different now, aren't we?

So how are you?

What have you been up to?

Rhiannon?

My dad died.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Julia!

What?

Pidge wants some chipolatas.

Excuse me.

Stop being weird.

Were you just gonna go?

I did look for you.

It was nice to catch up.

Yeah, I haven't seen the girls for ages!

They're all going for a reunion drink at SQR tomorrow.

You should go.

Are you joking?

What?

She pretended not to recognize me.

Julia?

Maybe she didn't.

Yeah, right.

Rhiannon...

We need to sell the house.

And the business probably.

What?

I... But I live in the house.

There are other houses.

But this is Dad's house.

Seren... our home.

You could always buy me out.

With what?

I'm an admin assistant. A bag of... stationery?

Well, Xav and I wanna buy a place, so...

Well, why don't you move back?

You could move back in, and then we could all be like...

A little family.

- It won't just be Tink and me... - Are you serious?

But where would I go?

- All of Dad's stuff... - Sorry.

It's happening.

I've got an estate agent. Julia's doing it.

No. Seren...

Yes. Rhiannon. She's doing us a favor.

Her new place doesn't normally take anything under a half a mill.

Seren, you can't let her... - Let's talk about it later, yeah?

- Seren, please. I'll sort it. - I'll ring you.

Bye.

Okay.

This could be a good thing for you.

- New start. - What? Dad's dead!

I know.

He was my dad too.

You need to get over this Julia thing.

Go to SQR. You might have fun.

People I'd love to kill.

Julia Blenkingsopp.

For getting to live the perfect life,

When she ruined mine.

And now coming back to do it all over again.

♪ Destroy everything You touch today ♪

♪ Destroy me this way ♪

Anything that may desert you ♪

♪ So it cannot hurt you ♪

♪ You only have to Look behind you ♪

♪ At who's underlined you ♪

♪ Destroy everything You touch today ♪

♪ Destroy me this way ♪

Tink, come here.

♪ Crying ♪

♪ Crying never did nobody No good, no how ♪

♪ That's why I... ♪

What?

♪ That's why I ♪

Come on.

♪ I don't cry ♪

Morning!

I'm back.

People I'd love to kill...

My colleagues

for failing to notice there's been a woman-sized hole

on reception for the last ten days.

My dad,

for saying I should stand up for myself and then dying.

- So now I have to. - Do I need pet insurance?

- No. - My boss, Norman.

Because I don't have any pets.

For only seeing me as a coat rack.

When I could be so much more.

- Ooh! - Can I get a word, Norman?

Oh, oh, that's not for me! I was... Uh, yeah, yeah...

Um...

What can I do for you?

I'd like to be considered for the Junior Reporter position.

Please.

Okay...

Um...

Wasn't expecting that.

Um...

What's brought this on?

I've been here a while now,

and I thought it was time for a change.

So, here is my CV for your perusal.

- Oh... - Well, you said when I started

there would be scope for progression and, um...

I haven't actually, uh, progressed.

But I'd like to.

- You don't have to read it now. - Yeah, well, I've read it.

It's quite short.

Well, I've been working on some stories ideas

that could be good for us.

Um...

For example, someone found a perfectly preserved cat

in the Carndale flats redevelopment.

I thought it could be a good, uh, human interest story?

Or... Um...

There's a residents meeting happening next week

about the surgery closures.

I could cover that?

Okay, there's... there's more, if you...

The thing is, Sweetpea,

I don't really see you in editorial.

Well, 'cause I'm not there yet. You know.

I'm over there, but I'd like to be... there.

The last pair I had, the lens shattered

- 'cause I was cycling too fast. - And Jeff is...

- great. - Yeah.

But as Junior Reporter, I could focus

on engaging my demographic.

Mmm...

It's just, you don't have the, um...

to be, um...

Y'know? You're a bit,

"Ooh, la, la, la, la, la... ooh."

You need to be, "Rahr!"

So the question I would ask is, do you have that killer instinct

to, uh, do that, y'know, the job?

Well... maybe not now. But I can learn.

Well, you, you do that. And then we'll talk.

Good?

Was there something else?

Um...

No. Thank you.

Oh! Would you put these in the, uh...

recycling, on your way out?

Hi! Sorry.

Is this...

Are-Are you reception?

Um...

Administrative assistant.

Sorry.

I'm AJ. Pierce.

Here-Here to see Norman?

That's a serious bit of kit you've got there.

Perfect for all those administrative emergencies.

There's nothing in here.

Um...

Hi.

- I can just go through. - No!

Sorry, he...

- He likes me to call... - Anthony, son!

- Get over here. - Thank you.

The fuck am I for then?

Sorry, I didn't catch your name?

Oh, uh...

- Rhiannon. - Thank you, Rhiannon.

Oh, uh...

That's fine.

You couldn't do us some teas, could you, Sweetpea?

Eh!

How's your mum? Saw her in the garden the other day.

Lovely top she had on.

She's always so well turned out, isn't she?

Fuck.

- Thanks for coming in. - What, no, thank you!

A minute of your time, folks!

I'd like to introduce you

- To AJ. - Hello.

AJ will be our new junior reporter from tomorrow.

- What? - Be nice to him.

Not too nice. Lana, I know what you're like.

Lock up your daughters!

No, lock up your... notepads.

And your mum! His mum's lovely.

Yeah.

Anyway, welcome, and I'll show you out.

That, that's out.

Yeah.

That was mine.

What's the fucking point?

People I'd love to kill...

This fucking nepo baby who thinks he's entitled

To everything, including my job.

- Jesus, fuck... - Uh, sorry!

- What are you... Shat myself... - I was just...

There's, um...

- A... a form. - A form?

Yeah, like a... new employee form to fill out.

Oh.

And I don't have your email, so...

- Okay. - That's why I'm here.

- Can I have it? - Yeah.

I think, uh, think Norman already has it, but...

- There you go. - Thanks.

You must really like your job.

Or I must really hate it

And need an excuse to get out of the office.

Um...

This is gonna sound weird but... Did I take your job?

Well, it's not my job, is it? It's your job, so...

Okay.

So, congrats!

Bye.

Bye.

You... are you okay, there?

Yeah.

Right.

Ah, missed you.

Fuck's sake!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Tink.

Tink...

Please leave your message

after the beep.

Hey, Seren,

I hope France is good.

Tink's dead now... too.

She's dead.

And I, um...

Please don't sell the house, Seren. Please.

It's my home. She can't take this too.

And you can tell Julia to just leave me alone.

I don't want her in the house.

I don't... I don't want her here.

And Dad wouldn't want it.

And he said I need to stop letting people take the piss.

So you can just tell her just... just fuck off!

She is not gonna ruin my life again!

Actually, I'll tell her.

Julia?

Julia!

Oh, Rhiannon!

I didn't see you! What are you doing here?

Stop it. Okay?

Stop what?

Are you okay? Do you need a drink of water?

No, I don't need a drink of water.

I need you to stay out of my house.

Okay, I don't want you in it!

Oh, babe. You need to sort this out with your sister.

- I'm just doing this for Seren. - Why me, Julia?

Sorry?

Stop pretending that you don't know what you did.

I've no idea what you're talking...

You ruined my life!

I don't know... who I am.

You... you made me nothing.

And you're back and you're doing it again now!

You're selling my house. You killed my dog.

My life is shit because of you! So just stop, okay?

Stop!

Babe, I'm not in your life.

So all the shit, that's on you.

You didn't exist to me then and you don't now.

Delusional.

It's like you're obsessed with me.

It's fucking creepy.

You smell!

You're not still doing that, are you?

Bedtime I think, Rhiannon.

- What's going on, babe? - Oh, nothing.

You made me this way.

She was like that at school.

Always making stuff up.

I think she's just lonely.

It's shit without you.

- What the fuck? - Woah, didn't see ya.

- What the fuck? - Do you see me now?

I'll fucking end you, you stupid bitch!

You fucking cut me!

My fucking shirt! I love this shirt!

Oh, you're fucked.

You are so fucked. You are so fucking...

Do you see me now?

Do you see me now?

Do you see me now?