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Move the tape.

But do not... I repeat, do not make a
sound.

Do you understand?

I said don't make a sound!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. If you do that again, I'll
put a bullet in your dick, OK?

What? I said I'll put a bullet in your
dick, motherfucker.

What, you... You mean, like, slip it
down the japs eye or something?

What? No, I'll point the gun at your
penis and pull the trigger. It's pretty

fucking simple.

And Jack's eye is not very PC. In fact,
it's very racist.

I'm sorry.

What?

Get the camera.

I've got a kid and a wife.

Please.

It's not really working, is it?

It doesn't look hostage, you know.

No. That's it.

vote again, vote differently.

And the answer, in my experience, is a
unanimous yes, definitely.

They were sold a lie.

They enjoyed the glamour of it. They
enjoyed... It was almost counterculture,

wasn't it, at the time? You were cocking
a snoot at the establishment.

Shall I do that again?

I can do Scottish.

No, that was great. Thanks.

Thanks so much for seeing me. Thanks for
coming in. Thank you so much. Thank

you.

That was all right, wasn't it?

Yeah. I mean, quite emotional for a yoga
advert.

But it was good. It was good. Suzanne?

Hi. Hi. Thanks for coming in.

Hiya.

For

me,

it just seems like the obvious way
forward.

I mean, we're living through the digital
revolution, you know. A job in tech is

future -proof. I tell you, though, I've
never got to be retraining at my age.

My girlfriend's an actress, you know,
and I see how much she struggles.

No security in that game, I tell you.

Look, I keep saying to her, you should
have a backup plan, baby.

Something safe, just in case.

And not because she's not talented. She
is. She's amazing.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Do you mind if I get this?

Sir? Come on, thank you.

Hey,

baby, how'd it go?

They are all cunts.

Rude, pretentious... Ah, baby, baby.

They just looked at me like I did a
fucking shit in front of them. Baby,

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, I know. I'm with
a passenger at the moment and I'm

driving, so I will call you when I get
home, OK?

I'm just going to fucking kill myself.

Sorry about that.

She's not really going to kill herself,
is she? No, no.

She does that after every audition.

Hey, boo -boo.

Maggie?

Hey.

Hey.

Who are they for?

I don't know the back, but get you down.

Baby, you can't afford to spend money on
flowers.

You need a parent.

Oh.

MP Richard Hardy has announced he'll be
visiting various towns and cities across

the north -east of England this week.

He claims his party has completely lost
touch with the region.

Do you remember my friend from school,
Natalie?

She bought a house with her fiancé.

She posted pictures.

As if my day couldn't get any fucking
worse.

What have I told you about going on
social media and reading your friend's

news? It's just going to depress you.

Anyway, does it mean she's happier?

Yeah, but she wishes she was us.

Listen, when I finished my course... I'm
going to quit the driving and I'm going

to get a programming job. I'm talking
Amazon. I'm talking Google, you know?

Finally, a little bit of stability for
us.

How amazing will that be?

OK,

don't get too excited.

Sorry, baby, I'm just having a shit day.

I know, but, look, something good is
coming our way.

I can feel it in my bones.

Oh, shit.

What? Um, we're being evicted.

What was that about your bones?

You two months behind.

It seems a bit extreme.

I'll fix this, don't worry.

How are you going to fix it?

I'll figure it out.

We'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

Look at you being all alpha.

What?

I don't know what I did to deserve you.
You're too nice.

Boo boo.

Sorry, I just don't feel like it.

Sorry, it's not you, it's the
antidepressants.

Okay. It fucks with the libido, doesn't
it?

not just in London, but the outer
regions. And that's why we're going up

northeast to make clear our promise to
the working people and to come up with a

strategy that is going to enhance their
lives and hopefully the rest of Britain

as a result.

Without us taking control of our lives.

France? Or Spain or anywhere.

I think I feel hot and you know that I
can't handle the heat.

Oh God, or I'll just die and rot in our
shitty little flat which I can't even

afford.

I thought a change would be good after
everything we've been through. Well, we

could move back to London.

We can't afford London.

Or Wales.

You know, my parents live by the sea.
That always calms you down.

It's not really the same as it does in
France, though.

What about your career, then?

What career?

Seriously, if I'm not going to be a
famous actress, then I'd rather be a no

-in -a -sunny country, you know?

You love acting.

Yeah, I love acting.

I don't love not acting.

I suppose I could get an IT job, you
know?

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

Transferable skills. Could do that out
there.

It's Brexit, though.

Hell.

I just want to feel excited about
something in my life again.

Don't you?

Otherwise, they'll kill me.

These people are serious.

Do not try to call their bluff.

Just follow the instructions and
transfer the money.

Please.

Please.

I don't want to die.

A bit fake.

Not much feeling, but I guess that's
what you get from a politician.

How's it going?

Nearly done.

Come on. All right, all right. It's
uploading.

Right, and it definitely won't be able
to trace it back, so... No, I emailed it

from a fake account and I've coded
everything else so that its location is

blocked. Is the computer course of yours
finally paying off?

See? Just imagine what kind of job I'll
be able to get once I finish it. What

are you talking about?

We're getting the fuck out.

Yeah, I just... Bibu, when this thing
pays off, you're not going to need our

fucking tea anymore.

We're going to France.

We're going to open a B &B.

We're going to drink wine, eat
croissants.

Tell me that doesn't sound good.

Yeah. Yeah, it does sound good. Just no
croissants for me, obviously, because of

the gluten.

Yeah. And the dairy.

Okay.

It's done.

Right. Time to call the wife.

Okay.

This thing is killing me. You're not hot
in yours. I'm so hot. I think it's

meant for polyester. Yeah, 100 %
polyester. Well,

we can't afford to take any chances.

Who knows, I might sweat some fat off my
face. Fat? What are you talking about?

I was joking.

Okay.

Ready? Yeah.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hello?

What's going on?

Where's your phone?

In my pocket.

I got it. I'll be shooting it off after.

What's her name?

What? Who?

Your wife, fuckface. Oh, uh, Lindsay.
Lindsay Hardy.

Why are you doing this?

Are you one of my constituents?

Oh, wait, did the PM send you?

Look, tell him there are just some
things I can't back him on, okay?

I think you don't remember a lot about
last night.

Uh, no, not really.

You didn't pick up the phone, woman.

Went to dinner with Lindsay.

Ended up having an awful tiff, again.

Oh, it's just the stress of work getting
to both of us.

Oh, God, then I went to some pub by
myself.

I'm fucking blotted on an arse.

So you don't remember meeting us?

Meeting you?

No, sorry.

I don't think we've been properly
introduced. You are... She's not fucking

picking up.

A message.

A message.

Lindsay Hardy.

Who's this?

We have your husband.

We want 100k by 11am.

Or we kill him.

Is this a joke?

Does it sound like a fucking joke?

I don't know. Depends if you find that
kind of thing funny.

It's not a fucking joke, dickhead. Check
your emails. We've sent you the proof.

We want 100 grand in Bitcoin, okay?

Bitcoin? I don't know the first thing
about Bitcoin. Just fucking check your

emails, dickhead. It explains
everything.

And if you fucking go to the police,
we'll fuck him up so bad you won't be

to recognise him.

Fuck, that was amazing!

Are you sure she can get that kind of
money? Yes, of course she can.

Yes, of course she can.

You cocky little privileged punks.

I bet you've got millions in offshore
accounts.

No, no, no, I was just trying to
reassure you not to worry. She will get

money.

Good.

Hallway debrief now.

OK, we take it in turns to watch him
while the other one sleeps.

You were really mean, weren't you?

What? Baby, I was just acting.

I was playing a character.

Who? What?

Who are you playing?

I don't know, Mad Maggie.

That's your name?

Yeah, but it's a version of me.

You need to think of a character too.

Right. You were too soft in there. Can't
have him thinking you're a nice guy.

Man, did you feel that in there?

Feel the war.

The buzz.

This is way more fun than any live show
I've ever done.

Except maybe that one -woman show I did
about the Troubles, the musical, is

before we met.

Thank you so much for doing this with
me, baby. It means so much.

Shall we go up there and have a quick
park?

We're leaving it now?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know. I don't think I'm up to
it. My IBS is playing up.

Oh, Jesus.

No, I mean, I want to. Don't get me
wrong. No, it's fine.

Look, just go upstairs.

I know you're stressed.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Set your alarm and come and get me in a
couple of hours.

OK, you're going to be OK on your own.

Not on my own, am I?

I've got my little friend.

OK, let's make sure that he doesn't find
out that it's not loaded.

You definitely took the bullet out,
didn't you?

Yeah, of course I did.

Stop being such a little worrywart.

Go upstairs and get your beauty sleep,
okay?

Okay.

You're part of that radical left -wing
terrorist group I keep hearing about.

LGBT rights.

I voted for gay marriage, you know, so
I'm... Shut up, dick.

So what?

You're just a couple of chances trying
to enrich yourselves.

Yeah, well, you'd know all about that,
wouldn't you?

Enriching yourselves at the expense of
others.

Cronyism. Tax cuts for the rich. Fucking
over the poor and needy.

Oh, right, you think that's funny.

No. Sorry.

No, go on, share the fucking joke.

It's just a bit hypocritical, don't you
think?

You go out of your way to get what you
want by any means necessary, regardless

of who it hurts. It's not exactly
socialism.

Yeah, well, we weren't all born with
silver spoons hanging out of our

You need to do your research, pumpkin.

Pumpkin? I worked hard to get my
position.

See, this is the problem with people
nowadays.

Oh, God, here we go.

You all want success without actually
putting the work in. You think you can

rich by eating Kit Kats on Instagram?

Kit Kats? Chocolate sweets.

Does it matter which ones?

You all want money for nothing. I'm not
going to sit here and listen to some

posh, eaten biscuit wanker lecture me
about hard work.

I don't know if you've forgotten what's
going on here, so I'm going to remind

you.

You're being held hostage.

And I've got my finger on the trigger of
a loaded gun.

So if you don't mind, shut the fuck up.

Fair point.

I just want to feel excited about
something in my life again.

Don't you?

And he's alive.

Have a good shift.

The tuna and the suave.

And the sea bass.

What's that?

It's your dinner, sir.

But I ordered the sea bream.

Richard, please don't. What?

Well, bass and bream are very similar,
sir.

No, sweetheart, they're really not.

You need to do your research.

Sea bass has more bones. I don't want
more bones. I want sea bream. What I

ordered, please.

All right, well, there's no need to be a
dick about it.

Excuse me?

Get you your fucking bream.

Can you believe that?

Fucking arsehole. Who?

What person's having mine?

Went ape shit at me just because I got
bath and bream mixed up.

I mean, seriously, what's the
difference?

Bath has more bones.

Really?

Uh -oh.

Fuck. Shit.

Yes. Yes, thank you. Of course.

Maggie, can I have a word?

Look, I don't know what he said to you,
but he was really rude to me.

Do you know who that is?

Yeah, it's the customer, but they're not
always right.

It's Richard Hardy.

The MP.

So? It doesn't mean he can be rude to
people.

Yeah, well, I want you to get your stuff
and leave.

What? You can't do that. You should have
heard the way he spoke to me. I don't

care, Maggie.

It's not the first time I've had to deal
with somebody complaining about your

attitude.

Right. Okay, fine.

You know what? Fuck your fucking going.

What's going on?

I just went to pick you up from the
hotel and they said that you don't work

there anymore.

It wasn't my fault.

Richard Hardy came in, right?

Who? Richard Hardy, the politician.

He was rude to me.

Like, really rude.

Oh, right, yeah, I know him.

He was up here doing the toilet and all,
wasn't he? And what's that got to do

with you? I just told you he came in.

And I might have called him a dick.

Oh, baby, why?

I'm not like you.

Am I? I don't like... Eating shit.

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

You're so nice all the time. That's a
bad thing.

Don't you just want to tell the world to
fuck off sometimes?

Where is this coming from?

I'm sick of us being victims.

We're not victims.

No, of course we're not. Look at us.
We're living the fucking dream.

All right, do you want me to be more
like your ex then? Oh, my God.

Not this again.

Drug dealer, gangster, bad man, yeah?

He wasn't a gangster bad man.

He was a drug dealer.

I mean, how am I meant to feel, right?
You told me on our second date that

you've always been attracted to bad
boys.

Yeah, I think I was finally happy to
meet someone nice.

I thought you didn't like me being nice.

Where are you going?

One of us has gone away with money for
rent, haven't we?

Almost, Dickie.

Almost.

Baby. No.

What's going on?

You were meant to come and get me.

What's the time?

Oh, shit. Have you been awake all this
time?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

What the... I found him in the wardrobe.

I feel a quality on that.

Yeah, I know.

Have you heard off the wife yet?

No, but, you know, it's still early.

So, if we don't hear from her by 11,
I'll call her back.

I'm hungry.

Are you hungry? I'm starving.

Shall we get a deliveroo?

I don't think they have a deliveroo,
don't you, Bibi?

How do they fucking live like this?

Hello?

Someone, please, quick.

Quickly. Shit.

Please, someone, quickly.

It's an emergency.

What the fuck did I tell you about
keeping the noise down? Sorry, I'm just

really desperate for the loo.

Right, well, you'll have to piss
yourself.

It's a poo.

Can it not wait?

Nope. I've got a turtle's head.

Oh, my God. All right. Well, we don't
need the fucking details, do we? You'd

better not try anything.

Get me the tape.

Get me the scissors as well.

Right, Google near a segway.

It's going to be open now.

We'll have a look and we'll order later,
OK?

Right, Richard.

Let's get you to your potty.

Yeah, what?

Some privacy, please.

Er, no. Don't think so, mate.

What do you think I'm going to do? Swim
down the toilet?

Well, you might try and climb out the
window.

Do I look like a fucking midget?

You can't say that. That's offensive.

It's just my luck to be kidnapped by a
woke fucking snowflake.

What are you doing?

What do you think?

You don't want to hear me, do I?

I have heard people fart before, you
know.

No, I'm not talking about bodily sounds,
am I? I'm talking about, you know,

the... Plop.

You're telling me you've never done
this?

To break the fall or run the taps to
hide the sound?

I'm not even going to have this chat
with you. I suppose your shits just

down to the water, do they?

Got tiny little drones that come out of
your anus and carry them down. Just get

on with it.

I don't give a fuck if I... Being held
hostage.

I think a woman here might plop.

Yeah, that's right, a woman.

You're right shitting in front of your
mates, aren't you?

Tomo, Watkins, Horndog, all those
boarding school games you got up to.

Wanking into biscuits.

I have never masturbated onto a biscuit.

Yeah, right, sure you haven't.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

We've got a problem!

We've got a problem!

Maggie, huh?

Shut up and wipe.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

A hostage video of the MP followed
shortly after. Fuck, baby, we've had no

names, remember? This is not good. This
is so not good.

In the hope it might help track her
husband down.

Please.

Please.

I don't want to die.

Do you think I look a bit jowly?

King Bitch went to the press.

It's up on YouTube as well. It's got
nearly two million views. It's got two

million views. How is it blown up like
this? This is this. It's not good. This

is so not good.

Give me his phone now.

Hello?

I thought I told you not a word to
anyone.

I'm not making this shit up, love. I'll
put a fucking bullet in his head. Do you

understand me?

Sorry, what?

I said yes.

Go for it.

The bastard deserves it.

I don't think you understand what I'm
saying. I'm threatening to kill your

husband.

Hello?

Fucking bitch hung up on me.

Is everything OK with you both?

Yeah, we had a bit of an argument, but
nothing serious.

Listen, you fucking bitch. What don't
you understand?

I don't care what you fucking do to him.

Talk to her.

Hey, Lindsay, it's Richard.

What are you playing at, honey bun? Just
send them the money.

Don't tell me what to do, Richard. Do
not tell me what to do. This isn't a

Lindsay. They're standing here pointing
a gun at my fucking head.

This is not the time to call our bluff,
Lindsay.

Oh, I sound like your marriage
counsellor. A little bit, yeah.

She does a bit, doesn't she, Richard?

The second one we had.

You know, the one you wanted to fuck.
Oh, my God, she's insane. I can't do it.

can't put on a smile just to help your
political career. It's over, you hear

I won't be your Hillary anymore. You
fucking bitch.

Listen to me, you nutter.

You want your daughter to see her daddy
again, don't you?

Oh, Coco.

Lindsay, darling, tell Coco I love her.

I can't believe she's done that.

What do we do now?

Baby, what the fuck do we do now?

Fucking hell, Dick. How many fucking
women did you sleep with? She just let

die. That's it. Other room now, baby.
Come on. Turn this fucking ball off.

Stay there.

Right, it's over. We have to let him go.
No, no way. No, we've got no option.

Well, then we lose.

Baby, this isn't about winning or
losing.

Yes, it is. It's absolutely about
winning.

...to be an act of terrorism or a form
of political activism.

We spoke to Mr Hardy's colleague,
Kristen Weatherly... Listen to me. If we

our losses now, we can get away
unscathed. You haven't seen our faces.

Unscathed? We have spent every last
penny we have renting this fucking

stupid house.

And now we're in even more debt. We
cannot let him go.

We can and we are. It's done. It's over.
I don't care, right? End credits,

curtain, finito. We're done. No!

Right, Mr Hardy, we're really sorry for
everything that we put you through and I

hope that one day you can forgive us.

What?

You're letting me go? Yes.

We're going to have to put the sack back
on your head. I'm afraid it can't have,

you know, in our location. So sorry in
advance and, well, sorry for everything,

really. Shall we?

Must be your lucky day, Hardy.

No, wait, wait.

I don't want to go.

What?

I want to stay.

I don't think you understand it's over.

I don't want to go yet.

Get off the fucking plot. Maybe you guys
could still make some money out of this

thing. Yeah?

Really, how?

No, it would be less difficult.

Put the ransom out to someone else, the
general public or the police or

something. What, and you think they'd
pay?

If they thought they'd save my life,
yeah.

Well, it didn't exactly work out with
your wife, did it? Sorry, mate. OK, I'll

pay. £100 ,000, I'll do it. Just let me
stay a bit longer.

You're going to pay £100 ,000 for having
to keep doing this?

No, no, no.

Why would you do that?

I have my reason.

Yeah, well, I want to know them.

OK, fine.

We politicians have got a little thing.

Never waste a crisis.

You heard him. Nearly 2 million views.
Yeah, and it's 4 million now. That

doubled in like 10 minutes. Fuck me, 4
million. Hang on, hang on. You want to

this to raise your profile?

You can judge me all you like,
sweetheart.

I know a lot of politicians who'd pay
through the roof for this kind of PR.

It's going to give me an edge, a story.

I've been waiting for something like
this my whole fucking career. Yeah,

we didn't do this to push your career,
so... 200k and you've got yourself a

deal.

You greedy little bit.

It's a big risk.

How do we know you're not going to
double -cross her? Which is exactly why

shouldn't do it. Why would I double
-cross you? I told you, I want this.

You'll be doing me a favour.

Look, my accountant is a dodgy fucker.
If I tell him to transfer £100 ,000 in

Bitcoin, it's done. No questions asked.
You mean £200 ,000.

Okay,

fine. £200 ,000. But for that, we stay
here until I say so. I want to milk this

for every fucking penny.

Fine.

Deal? I said fine, didn't I? We stay
here until I say so. Yes, until you say

I can't believe you just did that.

Fine. Don't worry, I'll speak to him.

What the fuck are you doing?

I need some air.

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

Okay, save.

Now.

What is your problem?

You just agreed to deal with our hostage
even though we decided to let him go.

Yeah, and I got us double the money.

So congrats, you'd be nice.

Have you been taking your meds?

What's that got to do with anything?

Have you been taking them?

I don't fucking need meds. Either you
have or you haven't.

I ran out, okay?

When?

Why didn't you get some more?

When exactly would I have had time to
get some more? We've been pretty fucking

busy.

You know what? For a clever person,
Brian, you can be really stupid

At least that explains why you're being
so horrible.

You're not being yourself.

Maybe I am.

Have you ever considered that?

That without the drugs to numb me, this
is my true self and that you just don't

like the real me.

Yeah. Maybe I don't.

All sorted.

You don't have to take me up again.

I'm the compass now, we're in this
together.

Where did lover boy go?

He seemed very upset.

He seemed okay,

all things considered.

Yeah, well, I've been around the block a
few times.

Who hasn't?

How did you convince him to do this?

Why do you assume that it was me who had
to convince him? Come on.

You do make rather an odd couple.

Your wife wants you dead. I don't really
think you're in a position to judge.

I'm just saying I'm surprised you're
with someone like him, that's all.

You're clearly very driven, very
ambitious.

You've got fire in your belly.

Him, on the other hand, just a bit
pathetic, really.

I need to be a dick.

A dick.

You should take that off, if it's
bothering you.

You're right.

Why not?

I know who you are now.

What, just because you said my name
earlier?

It can't be that difficult to work out.
How many Magus do you think work in that

hotel?

Well, there's no need to be a dick about
it. Excuse me?

I'll get you your fucking bream.

Can you believe that?

I'm not happy, Richard.

No, neither am I. How dare she speak to
me like that? I mean, this wouldn't

happen in London. This whole trip's been
a fucking farce. I'm talking about the

fucking food. I'm talking about...
Excuse me.

That waitress of yours.

Yes. She's vile.

I am so sorry.

No, no, no. Not only did she make a
massive error with her order, she spoke

me as if it was my fault. That will not
happen again, I promise.

I just hope not.

And the wine is on us. No, no, no, you
don't have to do that.

No, I insist.

Maybe another bottle, since we're going
to have to wait longer for the food now?

Yes. Yes, thank you, OK? Thank you.

Maggie, work, please.

I don't know what you've told me.

I want a divorce.

What? Where the fuck did that come from?
Don't act so surprised, Richard.

You know I've not been happy.

Honeybun, listen, this is about me not
being entirely faithful.

We talked about this. It's all in the
past.

You stuck your penis into the nanny two
weeks ago.

I know, but in the past.

Darling, I know I've made the occasional
mistake.

Occasional? Try five, six, however many
it is. Please, please, darling. I know I

don't deserve you. No, you don't. Don't
do this now. I'm not here.

I'm an absolute arse, I know.

But this bloody job, Lynn, the pressure.

I can't get a sniff from the PM, I'm not
in the circle.

I think the reason I've strayed is that
I just feel... I feel insecure.

There, I've said it.

And I'm not saying that makes it OK, it
doesn't. It's disgusting behaviour, and

I don't blame you for wanting to leave
me, but... For what it's worth, Lindsay,

darling, I swear on Mummy's life I won't
do it again.

Please stick by me.

If we don't stick together, we'll never
make it to number ten. And that's what

this has all been about.

I think everything will be... It'll all
stop then.

Come on.

No, I can't do this right now, Richard.

Where are you going?

Upstairs. I need to think. About what?

Everything.

For fuck's sake.

Everything all right, sir?

Yeah, just lovely, thanks. Actually, I
need to get out of here. Decent booze is

close by.

The naughty otter?

Funny.

I don't remember you being so
attractive.

What, you don't like compliments?

I think you're suffering from Stockholm
Syndrome, mate.

So all of this because I got you fired?

Idiot.

Well, what then?

We're both struggling, OK? It's not
something I expect you to understand.

You don't look like you're struggling.

This? It's an Airbnb. But you hired an
Airbnb for kidnapping.

What, to get away an Uber?

Yeah, kind of.

They never say this. We don't kidnap our
elected politicians.

This may surprise you, but I've had my
fair share of tough experiences.

But really, what happened? Did your
cleaner cancel on you?

I was bullied throughout school.

You were bullied?

What, did you refuse to come on a
hobnob?

Why is it that everyone assumes if you
went to boarding school you communally

masturbated onto a biscuit?

So what then?

My name.

Okay? My entire childhood was ruined
because of my stupid name.

What's wrong with your name?

Richard Hardy.

What do you call me for short?

Dick.

Dick. Hardy.

Hard Dick.

Not so hard Dick.

Where's Dick Hardy?

No wonder you turned out to be this guy.

So how many hits are we on now?

It's not the early noughties, Dick. No
one says hits anymore.

Oh, my God.

What? Nearly seven million.

Seven million?

Oh, God, you do not want to hear these
comments.

Why? What are people saying?

I hope they break both his arms and legs
so that when he tries to claim

disability benefits, he finds out that
there aren't any because the cum...

Sucking shitfucker.

Cut them all. OK, so you don't need to
read any more? Dick Hardy had this

coming. I hope they rape the shit out of
him. Jesus Christ, are people really

that thick?

Er, yeah.

Yeah, it's called the internet.

Do you really think this plan's going to
work?

It's already working.

But people hate you.

Tell me, who's our Prime Minister?

What's he saying? It's good to be hated.
I'm saying there's no such thing as bad

press. Not in this day and age.

You probably wouldn't understand, but
it's increasingly difficult to cut

the noise, to be heard, to stand out.
Oh, my God, tell me about it. It's a

fucking nightmare. It's all about how
many Instagram followers you've got.

It's not about talent anymore.

No one cares about talent.

If you want to get somewhere, you've got
to have a thing, a story, something

people haven't seen before. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, and they say that they want more

diversity in women, but it's always the
white, posh boys who get all the roles.

What?

What?

Should we make another one?

What do you mean?

Another hostage tape. Give the fuckers
what they really want.

Well, it sounds like they wouldn't
suffer.

So make me suffer.

So what do you think?

Honestly?

I'm over the moon.

Really? Yeah.

Yeah. I've always wanted kids.

And look, I know that we haven't been
together long and we haven't got a ton

money. Yeah, we've got no money.

But we'll make it work.

I'll make it work.

I'll start that computer course, you
know, which runs together money.

And what about you? You want to keep it?

Yeah. Yeah.

I just...

You know, I wasn't planning on doing
this just yet.

I've still got stuff I want to do with
my life, you know?

It's even enough to put things on hold
for, what, a year or two?

People still achieve things after
they've had kids, you know?

Hmm.

You're not disappointed this would be
here, are you?

What? No, of course not.

Don't be silly.

I just don't think you really loved your
ex, that's all.

Yeah. It was never going to work out
with Jay.

And anyway, I can't think of anyone I'd
rather have a kid with than you.

You're going to be a great mum.

Shut up.

You are.

Dick.

You got any ideas about baby names?

I like Bing.

Bing? Yeah. I want to name our kid Bing
Lewis.

Add in, like, Chandler Bing.

Bing Crosby.

Oh, right, yeah, yeah.

The way I see it, right, is karma, you
know? Do you know what I mean? Like,

politicians have been getting away with
murder for years. Really?

What, murder?

Sending troops to an illegal war.

Yeah, OK, fair point.

All right, what's my motivation?

£200 ,000?

Shut up.

I'm getting into character.

What are you, an actress or something?

You're a bloody actress, aren't you?

Well, that makes sense. What's that
supposed to mean?

Explains why you're off your brocker.

It's a very sexist thing to say, Dick.

Well, if it annoys you, use it. Come on,
hit me.

What?

Hit me.

What, for real? Yes.

What, like a punch or a slap or what?
Just fucking hit me, love.

What?

What's wrong?

It's not the same when you want me to do
it.

Okay.

Please don't hit me. Don't hit me,
please. Better.

Oh, God, please.

I don't want to die, please.

The longer you take to pay, the more we
hurt him.

All right, all right.

Fuck's sake.

You're playing character.

I'm not playing character. I'm playing
me, remember?

We're going to have to do the whole
thing again now, aren't we?

Fuck yeah!

He untied? Why aren't you in the mask?

Well, you know, he's in this now, isn't
he? Seemed a bit weird to keep him tied

up.

And he guessed my name.

No thanks to you.

What have you got there?

I bought you a takeaway.

Oh, my God, you're amazing.

I'm sorry about earlier. About what I
said before I went out. I was upset that

wasn't thinking right.

It's okay.

No, no, no. I want to, okay?

What I said was horrible.

Of course I love the real you.

Honestly, baby, it's fine.

In any case, you're not.

You are amazing. I am so lucky to have
you. I don't know about you guys, but I

need a drink. Any booze in here? I'm
just trying to have a chat with my

girlfriend, if you don't mind.
Girlfriend?

Do you want some of this?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

I don't know.

You were followed. I don't think I was.

Well, you were.

I really don't think I was, Dick.

Cynthia?

Fuck.

Ah, bingo.

Cynthia?

Like an old woman.

What's she want?

I don't know. I can't read her thoughts.

Cynthia? It's me, Doris.

She's gone.

I told you not to go out, didn't I?

Sorry.

That could have fucked the whole thing
up.

Guys! We've got a problem.

What is it?

There's a little terrapin slipping
around the back door.

Does he need the toilet again?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, quick, hide!
Where? Down!

Hello. You're not Cynthia.

No, no, we're not Cynthia.

Well, what are you doing in Cynthia's
house then?

We Airbnb'd it for the week.

You've done what?

We rented it on Airbnb, on the internet.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do you often let yourself into Cynthia's
house?

Cynthia likes me to water her plants
while she's away.

Anyway, I saw somebody coming in
earlier. Yeah, that would have been my

boyfriend, here.

So why didn't you answer the door just
now? I rang twice.

Well, we're just about to have a little
nap, actually, so... Thank you for

popping by.

I might just double -check with Cynthia
that you are who you say you are.

Yes, give her a call, tell her you met
the lovely couple who were renting a

house. What, that B &B up in the sky
thing?

Yes, that's right.

What are you doing with that?

I don't know, you don't need to touch
that. This is a gun, isn't it?

Since you know you've got a gun, I'll
have to tell her about this, you know.

It's not real. It's a fake gun.

It looks real.

Chaps, what's going on?

I thought you said it wasn't loaded.

Hello?

Holy fucking gun. What happened?

The gun went off.

Do you think she's dead?

Well, if she's not, she's going to have
one hell of a headache.

This is really not the time for dad
jokes.

We killed her.

We didn't, baby.

Look, it wasn't our fault. She shot
herself.

With our gun?

Why the fuck was it loaded?

I thought you took the bullets out. Why
the fuck did you load them? You fucked

up the fucking shot, didn't you? You
left me here alone.

I needed to feel protected.

How the hell did you get hold of a
firearm anyway? I used to date a drug

Really? What, that surprises you?

Wake up and listen to me, baby. Exactly,
exactly. She was old. She was way past

her prime. She probably only had a
couple of years left in her, if that.

OK, we have to hand ourselves in. No,
baby, look.

Look, you're not thinking straight, OK?
I know what's happened's horrible, but

we've come too far.

She's dead. Your woman is dead. Yes, I
know, and handing ourselves in is not

going to change that.

She's right. I mean, it's a terrible
tragedy that the old lady's gone, but,

know, like when Covid hit, if there are
going to be victims, it's better that

it's OAPs. I mean, they've had a good
inning, haven't they?

You people.

Right.

What do we do now?

You need to get rid of the body.

The only problem is, for you, that is,
is that as soon as someone finds out

she's gone missing, they're going to
want to know who rented this building

Not a problem.

Brian created an untraceable Airbnb
account.

They can't track it back to us. You're
pretty good with the techie stuff,

you? I've been doing a computer course.

You should come and work for my campaign
when it all blows over.

We'll be in France by then.

France? Right, as soon as it's dark, I'm
going to take her outside and bury her.

Agreed? I don't think so.

What do you mean you don't think so?
Well, burying bodies wasn't part of the

deal, was it?

Tell me about it.

But we've got to do it. I really don't
want to get my hands dirty on this.

of course you don't, Eaton boy.

But we're all in this together.

Do you remember that one?

Logan!

Yeah, which means we're all involved.

And that includes you, baby.

Come on.

I need a pee.

In fact, are we not going to talk about
what just happened there?

What's there to talk about?

As soon as it gets dark, we're going to
go outside and bury her. I meant what

happened before that.

My boyfriend is upstairs in your bed, so
no, we're not going to talk about it.

We're going to forget it ever happened.

But it did happen, and it was nice, no?

You've got some serious issues, you know
that?

Yeah.

It was a one -off, OK?

Get that into your thick, posh nut.

It doesn't have to be a one -off,
though, does it?

Charlie boy up there, he doesn't want to
be a part of this.

We could do this ourselves and have a
bit of fun. You catch my drift?

You're an actual sociopath.

I'm a sociopath?

Yeah.

And I'm fucking starving, so if you
don't mind.

Well, we're just gonna have to do more
digging, aren't we? No, fuck it. No,

had enough.

Let's just squeeze her in.

Fucking hell.

We're going to hell.

We're going to hell and we deserve to go
away.

Shut up. You're really fucking stressing
me out. Guys, guys, quiet.

This is not the time for a domestic,
okay?

It's him.

He's bringing the vibe down.

Vibe?

Vibe?

Vibe, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you
wanted this to be so vibey. Do you want

to like some incense?

Maybe bring some fucking pink blind out?

All right, okay, look, I'm sorry. I had
the worst vibe.

But you're being really childish.

You're being childish?

No, that's childish. Guys, that's
enough, okay?

Are you listening to me?

You're both... clearly harboring
resentment, and you're not communicating

properly, all right?

This is the kind of thing that destroyed
my marriage.

Funny, I thought it was you sleeping
with other women.

Well, that may have had something to do
with it. This is not about me. It's

about you two, okay?

And this here should be cause for
celebration.

You're about to have more money than
you've ever had in your lives, and

both miserable.

So can I suggest that you get whatever
you need to off your chest now, and then

you can move on?

I really don't think...

That's a good idea. No, no, no, no, no.

So the shovel, whoever has the shovel,
gets to talk uninterrupted, OK?

It's a little thing my therapist did
with me and Lindsay, and it bared some

results, OK?

Right, so you... I'll

be safe.

So... This is a safe space.

I just...

I just feel like sometimes you want me
to be someone that I'm not. I've

He's got the shovel.

It's like sometimes you're embarrassed
of me.

That's it.

Oh, OK, OK, well done.

Short, simple, but very good, very good.

Of course I'm not embarrassed of you,
you idiot.

I love you.

I just wish you were a bit more
adventurous, that's all. Kidnapping

not adventurous enough. Hello, shovel.

I guess I mean more ambitious.

You're just so happy to make do all the
time.

And I'm not.

I want to be someone.

I want to be successful. I want to live
life to the fullest.

Right, I think ambition is overrated.

Look at you now, OK?

You've been dreaming of being successful
and famous, and it seems to bring you

nothing but pain.

I think that's why you probably started
on the antidepressants.

Cos what's so wrong with just being a
person, you know?

Being anonymous.

And I sometimes think that you were
happy that we lost the baby. Where the

did that come from?

Look, you weren't very excited when we
got pregnant and you showed no emotion

when you miscarried. I think I was more
upset.

How the fuck can you say that to me?

Right, look at me and tell me that you
wanted a kid with me.

I wanted... It's me.

Fucking hell.

I think that went quite well.

You fucking arsehole.

What? I know what you're doing.

Just hope it all works out for us.

You're still annoyed with me?

Just trying to help you guys.

I mean, how am I meant to feel, right?
You told me on our second date that

you've always been attracted to bad
boys.

Yeah, I think I was finally happy to
meet someone nice.

I thought you didn't like me being nice.

Where are you going?

One of us has gone away with money for
rent, haven't we?

I'm just wondering if there's somewhere
else I could go. Here's the noise down.

Are you busy now?

It's all fun.

It's all fun!

Fucking... Hard, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah?

Listen, if you could just put your
seatbelt on... Just fucking drive!

Yeah, look, I know that it's a pain,
but, you know, it's better safe than...

Not sulking yet.

Come outside now.

What's

going

on? Somebody wants to say hi.

Who is it?

Is he alright? Look properly.

Fuck off.

One very drunk passenger.

Why did you bring him here?

Well, I thought about what you were
saying about, you know, us being

and I just thought, fuck it, you know.

Let's take control, let's make some
money.

I'm talking about kidnapping him. I know
what you're talking about, Brian. Yeah.

I'm so... Pissed off?

Flattered.

Most romantic thing anyone's ever done
for me.

Is it?

Yes.

Jesus, Brian, I didn't think you had it
in you.

I mean, you've had to be fair.

Right, how much do we ask for?

Doesn't matter, we can figure it out
later. Right, first things first.

We need a gun.

A gun? No, no, no. We don't need to
figure it out for her. But we can't

his life with our fists.

Yeah, but this is America.

Like, you know, you can't just walk into
her corner shop and ask for a handgun

and a whisper. You need to know someone.
You need to know a criminal or a

gangster.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, come on, don't be like that.

Don't want to involve your ex. I'll tell
him it's for a fringe play or

something.

It's amazing for us.

We can't do this without a gun.

If we do this, we can do whatever we
want.

We can go wherever we want to go.

As long as it's just you and me.

Absolutely horrific what happened.

I have spoken to his wife, and she is,
as you can imagine, completely

distraught.

There's been an overwhelming response of
love and support for Richard.

I've actually spoken to the President of
the United States of America.

Okay? And I spoke to him, you know.

And it's amazing the level of interest
from people that we've had on this. I

mean, Richard wasn't really that well
-known on an international level, but

now...

Damn it.

It's Richard.

Yeah. No, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop.
Listen, I'm fine. I'm safe and well.

Trust me.

Listen very carefully. Two things. You
cannot tell anyone you've heard from me.

You promise.

Things are going to get very busy for
us.

Okay. Remember, not a soul.

Bye.

This is actually happening, Ricardo.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Prime
Minister, Richard Hardline Hardy.

Here.

A couple from Northumberland have
claimed they own the house in which

Hardy is being held captive. Our
reporter spoke with the retired couple

currently holidaying in Portugal.

And the hostage video came on.

And I said to Cynthia, since you know
that looks just like our living room,

doesn't it?

And she knew right away that it was our
house.

Didn't she, dear?

Oh, I did.

Straight away.

We've not rented it out before.

Hey.

Do you want the good news or the bad
news?

Bad news is we don't have an excuse to
be together anymore.

What are you talking about?

I've transferred the money.

What?

Yeah. 200 ,000. Just got off the phone
to my accountant who's putting it into

Brian's Bitcoin account as we speak.

Oh, my God, are you serious? It's done?
Yeah.

Oh, my God, thank you.

Thank you so much.

So do I get to see you again?

Dick. Come on, what happened was...
Amazing.

A mistake.

Come on, you're not really going to go
off with him, are you?

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm
talking about.

He's so not you.

You want a man who's not afraid to get
what he wants.

Yeah, you're starting to sound a little
bit rapey now, Richard.

Not bad.

What exactly do you think would happen
between me and you?

We barely know each other.

We're the same, you and I.

Fucking hope not.

We won't settle for mediocre.

You've got the eye of the tiger.

Killer instinct.

Just like I do.

Oh,

my God. Come on, you sexy, impulsive,
working class from up

north.

That could be really good for me.

Listen, you fucking mentalist. Yeah?

We are going to tidy up.

And then we're going to leave.

And then we're never going to see each
other or speak to each other again.

Do you understand me?

Maybe.

Great news.

We got the money.

Are you listening?

Yeah, we got the money.

Yeah.

200k. He's transferred it into your
account.

We fucking did it, baby!

We fucking did it!

Aren't you happy?

I just... Look, okay.

Google flights to France and then we
need to get the fuck out of here, okay?

So, you guys.

Riding off into the sunset, huh?

Come on! Come on, jump top. We need to
get the fuck out of here.

I'm just a bit sad it's all over,
really.

I know that sounds crazy.

Fucking hell.

Boo -boo, if you check the kitchen.

Brian, come on.

This whole thing has kind of given me a
new understanding of life.

Okay, we're going to drop you off
somewhere no one can see us and then

going to call the police and we're going
to tell them where you are.

Clearly it wasn't right between Lindsay
and I. She didn't give me what I needed

or what I deserved.

Good, you've got the gun. Give it here.

Er, to Brian.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Is there
something you want to tell me, Maggie?

What's gotten into you?

Booboo, please. Don't booboo me!

You don't get to booboo me anymore!

Look, it's not what you think. Stop, no,
you and Hardy, fucking... Where the

fuck do you think you're going?

Right.

You, sit down.

You mean... Sit down!

You, on this chair, now.

I'm down.

Sit down and fucking tell me what to do.

It's so hard.

I used to think maybe

I was delusional for thinking that you
love me.

But now I realize you're the delusional
one for staying with me all this time.

Because you never loved me, did you?

You liar! You liar! You fucking liar!

Have you some sort of breakdown, Brian?

You're lying to yourself, Maggie.

You're lying to yourself.

Because I'm not your type.

I'm nice.

Remember? I'm nice. I'm so fucking nice.

And we all know that you don't like
nice. You like bad boy. You like

and danger.

And success and fame.

If that's what madam wants, then that's
what madam gets.

Baby, baby, what are you doing?

What, sure you don't mind?

Sex is good for the old acting career,
isn't it?

I mean, yeah, it can be, but... But not
so useful for politicians, eh, Dickie?

No, no, no, please don't do that.

Baby, please, please, if that goes
online, people are going to know that I

involved in this.

Yeah, shame that.

Oh, one more thing, Dick.

Fucking my boyfriend.

My dick.

Baby, please.

Please. Please listen to me. You don't
know what you're doing. I know exactly

what I'm doing.

I'm leaving you.

Bye, Molly.

Please. Please. I love you.

It's just me.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Sitting in nicely, really. I just want
to thank you all for your support.

I'm sure it's no surprise to you that
I'm in there, eventually.

Long time coming, but...

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