Original subtitles

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Oi!

Thank you so much. What's your name?

Donna. I'm Lucy.

I'm your number one fan!

'Why don't you come to the studio, watch us record?'

Oh, my gosh. Donna.

I didn't know you were coming.

'Donna's starting to creep me out.

'She seems to be everywhere I go. It has to stop.

'Shawn, where's Poppy? Someone's taken her!'

Hello, Poppy.

You go after me or my family again,

and I will kill you with my bare fricking hands.

As I said, the call was a mistake. M-My mistake.

Please don't let me take up any more of your time.

OFFICER: You're certain about this, Mrs Logan?

Yeah, I'm sure. I actually feel a little bit embarrassed.

It's all just been a misunderstanding.

Er, can I add something, if I may?

That this is my fault.

And Lucy was having a very stressful day.

I misjudged a prank, and, well, she called you.

Taking the blame!

As usual, our Lucy being too kind.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Lucy. You're needed on set. OK.

Oh, there you go. Show must go on.

DONNA CHUCKLES Thanks again.

OK, that's all we've got time for today,

so join us tomorrow, when we're gonna be talking to...

CREW MEMBER: 'Saturday tomorrow.' No, don't join us tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Saturday. We won't be on.

'I don't know what's wrong with my head today. Erm...

'Have a great weekend, and I'll see you all on Monday.

'All right. Bye.'

Not like you, Lucy. I wonder what upset you.

CHUCKLES

Great show, Lucy.

Donna. It's Lucy.

Listen, I don't know what you've been told,

but I had nothing to do with what happened to Ben Hughes.

Just call me when you get this, please.

Mel.

How did it go... with Donna?

Yeah, we had a good chat,

and, short version, it's gonna be fine.

Fine? Did the police agree it'll be fine?

Look, Donna thinks she has something on me, but she hasn't.

She doesn't know the full story, and I haven't had the chance to explain.

So just call her. No.

Look, Mel, I'm sparing you.

I just need to deal with this one personally, all right?

KNOCK AT DOOR, DOOR OPENS

See you tomorrow, Luce. See ya.

Mel's right.

You're gonna win. Landslide! Honestly, youse two!

CHUCKLING

Mel, I need something from you, with discretion.

Contact details for Stewart Jones. Stewart Jones.

Disgraced, cancelled Stewart Jones?

Well, I hope there aren't two of them.

I used to work for him.

You never mentioned.

Well, can you blame me after what happened with his show?

That was my first job.

Never put it on my CV, and I never will.

I will look for Stewart Jones. Thank you.

There is something else. Mm-hm?

It looks like the police did leak about the break-in and the flowers.

But the good news is the journalists involved will spike the story

in return for an awards day at-home interview with you today

and special access to the awards tomorrow night.

Let me guess... Jane Shelley. Bingo.

Do you know, for a serious supposed news person,

she's always quick with a story on me. Mm.

Are we sure it was the police who talked to her about the flowers?

Jane won't name her source.

Who's she paying for these stories?

Do you think it could possibly be Tommy? Tommy?

Mel.

I know you think he's just my driver,

but I'm convinced Tommy would take an actual bullet for me.

I mean, selling stories?

Nah. No way.

LUCY SIGHS

Tell Jane she can have one hour with me and no more. All right.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

BUZZER

BUZZER RINGS

D-Donna...

'I just wanted to apologise for how things went this morning

'and just talk openly with you about what happened with Ben.

'I think you've been misled about my involvement, and...'

Can you just call me, please?

I want to help.

Stop! CHEERING

'Have you been accused of being an embarrassment?'

Do you know what I call you? A bloody disgrace.

'Are you guilty of being unfaithful?'

You two deserve each other, do you know that?

'It's time to face judgement.'

Pathetic.

Join me, Stewart Jones, Monday to Friday, 9:30.

JANE SHELLEY: 'Working-class girl.'

String of dead-end jobs.

Single mum.

The odds were stacked against Lucy Logan...

SHE LAUGHS ...becoming a TV star.

I wasn't aware of the odds, Jane.

I was just an optimist making lemonade.

I had a dream, I was gunning for it, and nothing was gonna get in my way.

What would you consider to be your big break?

Oh, that's easy.

It was the gardening show, Morning Bloom.

I remember.

That was your first gig? Yeah.

First time I got my feet under the showbiz table, as they say.

I... I started there as a runner, you know, with a watering can.

And then I served my time as a PA,

and then they started shoving me in front of the camera

to do all these silly bits. Hm!

Then you haven't been out of shot since.

I have elbows, I will use them.

Oh! THEY LAUGH

PHONE BUZZES Sorry.

No. LUCY CLEARS THROAT

Everything all right?

Yeah. CLEARS THROAT

It's just Shawn checking in. Erm...

OK, we can carry on. Where were we? Mm-hm. Morning Bloom.

And you must have met Shawn around that time.

You've done your homework. JANE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Yeah, so, you'll remember that he had a really horrible injury

that took him out of the Premiership.

He had a load of time on his hands, so we booked him on the show.

And was it love at first sight?

THEY LAUGH

It was a hot day. Erm... We had him digging spuds.

He took his top off.

So it was...

It was love at first sight of his abs, yeah.

JANE LAUGHS Oh.

Well, you've made a beautiful life together.

Thank you.

I think that's a good place to stop, don't you?

LUCY CLEARS THROAT

Jane.

Who's selling stories to you about me, Jane?

Telling me's the right thing to do, and you know it.

Not in journalism.

I protect my sources, Lucy.

Always. OK, Jane.

Bye-bye. See you at the awards.

LUCY CLEARS THROAT

The address and telephone number for Stewart Jones.

Thanks, Mel.

What would I do without you? Hm.

You'll never find out, babes.

MUTTERS

RINGING TONE

PHONE CHIMES

Hi, Jacob. You OK?

Mum, why didn't you tell me you had a stalker?

A stalker? What do you mean?

Shawn took us to Gran's cos he says it wasn't safe at home.

'No, of course it's safe. T-There's no stalker.'

It's just a fan that I'm dealing with that has some issues.

If it's so safe, why am I out here with shit wi-fi?

'Well, Shawn's right.'

It's better that you're there while I'm dealing with it all.

But I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise. 'Mum.'

DISCONNECT TONE Mum?

Mum?

SIGHS SOFTLY

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGS Place it back down, nice and easy.

There we go. Nicely done.

One second. Excuse me.

CLEARS THROAT

Hello?

Why would you tell Jacob I had a stalker?

'He's 16. He's stranded at my mum's.'

He deserved some kind of an explanation.

'I didn't give him all the details.'

Well, you could at least have told me that you took them there.

I've been trying to get you all morning.

Did you manage to speak to that Donna?

It's a long story, but she's not gonna be bothering us again.

Bother us? She abducted our child.

'Did you talk to the police?'

We don't need to get the police involved.

This whole thing has been based on a misunderstanding.

More of them by the minute, Lucy.

Look, I'll explain to you when I get home.

Lucy, I... I need to know what the fuck is going on.

I've gotta go. I've got an interview to do. 'What?'

DISCONNECT TONE Ugh!

DONNA GASPS That sounds stressful.

Are you OK? No. Not really.

Come on, let's go for a talk.

Stewart.

Stewart, are you there?

It's me, Lucy.

Stewart?

Stewart?

Lucy Logan.

It's been a while.

Stewart.

Excuse the mess. I... don't often entertain these days.

Drink?

No, thank you.

What, not even to celebrate your award nom

with the man who gave you your big break?

I knew it was you sending those.

Pretty on the outside, but full of shit.

Remind you of anyone?

I could have had you done for that, but I thought it was quite pitiful.

I felt sorry for you.

Oh, blessed am I, Saint Lucy pities me (!)

In between kissing the cancer kids

and running bubble baths for the Healthy Heart Alliance.

Well, thank you for keeping up with my good work.

Is it only me that knows what a cut-throat bitch you really are?

It's only you who thinks it.

Did end my career.

No, you were cancelled

because you were a narcissistic bully hosting a toxic show.

Well, you've changed your tune since you came begging for a job.

Any job.

I was young and naive. Clueless, really.

What was your excuse?

No excuses. No regrets.

And the audience loved me.

It was a filthy circus that wouldn't see the light of day now.

No, it's the era of Lucy Logan Live.

All fake hugs and giggles.

Makes my skin crawl.

Well, you drove a long way to insult me.

Will there be anything else?

After all these years...

...why bring Donna to me now?

You think I sent her?

HE WHEEZES

You don't know who she is, do you?

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Now, it has been scientifically proven

that one glass of red wine is good for you. Mm.

I'm afraid it's also been scientifically disproven.

SHE CHUCKLES

Look, I know when someone needs a relaxing drink and a friendly ear,

and here we are.

Thanks, Michelle,

but I'm not about to dump my problems onto you.

Why not? I've done it enough with you!

Do you remember our first session?

I was depressed, I was unmotivated, I was exhausted.

Shawn, you've been there for me more than anybody else.

You never pried.

You just helped.

Please, let me return the favour.

I don't get out much, you might have guessed...

...but on Wednesdays, I have a few down the local.

Wednesday's quiet down there. No-one bothers me.

But, Lucy...

a few months ago, just out of the blue, I pulled.

THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN PATTERS

WOMAN GIGGLES

CAR DOOR CLOSES, STEWART CHUCKLES

WOMAN SQUEALS, LAUGHS

THEY PANT, HE CHUCKLES

'Ey, what's the rush? Take it easy!

Sorry. It's been a while. THEY LAUGH

Oh... Oh, I feel a bit...

...a bit...

HE GROANS

DOOR OPENS

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING, GROANS

There he is. Hello, Stewart.

What is this?

This is a taste of your own medicine.

W-What the fuck are you doing? I'll ask the questions.

I always fancied being a TV presenter.

Untie me now.

Do you feel vulnerable? SHE CHUCKLES

Frightened?

Do you feel a bit stupid for getting yourself in this situation?

Do you feel like the guests on your show?

I didn't drug my guests, and I didn't tie 'em up.

No, but you took advantage.

They were people.

Not much going on in their life. Seems to you, anyway.

And then the great Stewart Jones comes along

and pays them a bit of attention,

makes them feel special.

Just like I made you feel special before.

And then, before you know it,

here you are, terrified.

What do you want?

There's no fucking person out there that'll pay a ransom.

I want you to walk down memory lane with me.

I want you to tell me exactly what happened

before Ben Hughes killed himself.

You knew Ben?

He was my brother.

She's Ben Hughes' sister?

So what did you say to her?

The truth. And nothing but.

What, that you shamed and humiliated Ben?

That you screamed in his face

that he was the biggest loser you've ever met?

LAUGHING: Easy, tiger.

Britain's Biggest Loser was your title.

You found Ben, and one might say you groomed him,

but when he jumped in front of that train,

it was my career that he took with him.

You drove him to it. That's why you were cancelled. End of.

HE LAUGHS Lucy.

We both know that that's not the "end of".

But you told Donna that that episode was my idea,

but I didn't write the script.

I didn't tell you what to say to Ben.

That was all your doing.

And all I need to do is just explain that to Donna.

All right. Bye, Stewart.

You can keep sending me the boxes of shit if it makes you happy. Er...

Donna isn't after you because of something I said.

Donna's after you because I showed her what you did.

I would never hold her back in her career, ever.

But it's hard when you feel

that somebody's just putting their work before everything.

But in her defence, it's not a normal job, though, is it?

I mean, it can't be easy staying at the top of that game. It's not.

But at the end of the day, family is more important.

If you can't prioritise that... what's the point?

Well, you've never told me how she prioritises her career.

Sorry, that sounds like I'm prying. Honestly, I'm just trying to help.

It's OK. It's OK.

Michelle, this really mustn't go any further.

Cross my heart.

Look, you might have heard earlier, but Lucy has a stalker.

WHISPERING: That's terrifying.

D-Do you know who it is?

Some lonely nutter. She thinks they're friends.

Annoying but harmless. No, she's not harmless.

Really not.

But, Lucy, she's... she's stopped the police from being involved.

Even though she knows our kids are at risk.

And she says it's some big misunderstanding, but, I mean...

...it's way past that.

So you don't believe Lucy's version of what's going on with this woman?

For now...

...I just want that woman nowhere near the kids.

Or near Lucy, for that matter. And nowhere near you.

Honestly...

...part of me keeps hoping that she'd fucking bring it on.

LAUGHS

Oh! SHE LAUGHS

I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's fine. I'm sorry.

It's tough being at the top of a hit TV show, isn't it, Lucy?

You know, the staff, the crew, the pricks.

What did you show her? I'm getting to it.

So, dealing with pricks,

what worked for me was surveillance.

Surveillance? Mm.

You remember the meeting room

where you lot used to go and have your little secret chin wags? Mm-hm.

What you all thought about me

and what you all thought about each other?

Well, I had a little secret camera.

So that's what you were up to.

We all thought there was a snitch.

We started getting paranoid, stopped trusting each other.

That was the idea.

I mean, highly illegal, but... but it worked for me.

Well, I destroyed all my secret footage

when I got scapegoated for Ben Hughes.

I mean, between us, could have got me banged up.

But there was one video that I just couldn't bring myself to delete.

Yeah. You and Ben.

Do you want to come and see?

Speakers aren't working.

Stop.

WHISPERING: Jacob.

Vince.

Yeah. Hi.

Hi. What are you doing here?

Oh, you said you were stranded, so I've got a van.

Oh, I... I can't. I promised I'd look after my sister.

Well, what about our plans?

Well, I should be able to make it for them. Huh!

Oh? Oh, you should be? VINCE SCOFFS

Mate, I thought you were serious.

No, I am. Vince, I promise I'll be there.

Donna, can you call me?

I've seen the video, and I can understand why you're upset,

but we need to talk so I can explain.

SHOWER RUNS SHAWN: # Tue tue barima tue tue

? Tue tue barima tue tue... ?

SINGING CONTINUES

Shawn? Hey, I'll be out in a second.

Listen, erm...

I'm sorry I've been... tricky about things.

I wanna explain everything when you get out.

Er, OK. Great.

PHONE BUZZES

Jane?

JANE: 'Lucy. Hi.

'Sorry. Erm, I was just...' Calling my husband.

'Yes.' JANE CHUCKLES

'I am. Yes. About tomorrow night.

'We're thinking of Shawn for something interesting.'

Cool. Go on.

'Well, the view of the awards show

'from the perspective of a nominee's partner.'

SHOWER STOPS 'I thought it could be cute.'

Yeah. Yeah, that's... that's very cute, Jane.

I'll let Shawn know you called.

SHAWN HUMS Jane Shelley's just called.

Oh, yeah. I was...

Don't go to the effort, Shawn. Please.

Can I have my phone, please? No.

Jane Shelley. Jane Shelley.

Jane Shelley, Jane Shelley. Night and day calls.

OK.

This is one of two things.

Are you selling stories on me?

It's not that simple.

If you care about me even one tiny bit,

you will tell me the truth now, or I swear to God, this is over.

SIGHS

The gym's been in the red since COVID.

Jane approached me, and she said

this is just how the celebrity media life cycle works.

And it is... And... Lucy.

They were just tiny, harmless stories.

Your favourite restaurants, that ding in the car...

Just stay away from... I...

No!

Just leave me alone and get out.

Get out of my sight now.

DOORBELL RINGS

BEEP

Are you aware of the situation with Shawn?

How do you know about it? Same as everyone else.

Sorry, texting you didn't feel right.

Yeah, but he only admitted it to me last night. And?

Well, Jane Shelley can fuck off with her special access, for a start.

What's she got to do with it?

Shawn's been selling stories to her.

Shawn's been selling stories?

Oh, God, Lucy, I'm sorry.

What, you don't know?

But you just said did I know the situation about Shawn.

Well?

What's this? It's what it looks like.

And it is everywhere.

Is that Donna?

What? no, of course not. It can't be.

With Shawn? In a restaurant? Mel.

That is the jacket I gave her. Wait...

That's Donna. What the fuck is he doing with Donna?

Shawn?

What are you doing with Donna? What?

Are you sleeping with her? What the fuck is going on?

You're on the front of every single paper!

Oh, I don't know what's going on, OK?!

That's Michelle Morley. A gym member.

That's us having a chat after a workout.

And that's the first time I've ever been outside of the gym with her.

I promise you. Let me bring up her details.

I swear to you, Lucy, this is innocent.

That is Donna. That is the woman who abducted Poppy.

No. No way.

Right, here.

Here's Michelle. Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

How long has she been in your gym? What, are you saying it's her?

Two months. A couple of months.

She took Poppy?

What kind of lunatic is this?

What did you talk about?

You and me were having a row over the phone. You remember?

She saw I was wound up, and she suggested a drink.

And she had a photographer ready.

Wh... What exactly did you talk about?

The difficulty of...

...balancing celebrity life with normal life.

Oh, fuck me.

Can you resist running off to tell Jane Shelley

the story behind the picture?!

We need the police back on this. Yeah. No.

No, she has been a member for two months, plotting and scheming.

No. Lucy, she's dangerous.

No, we can't get the police involved.

Lucy, she is dangerous. She's got something on me!

Oh... LUCY BREATHES HEAVILY

BREATHLESSLY: I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

All right, Lucy... SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Lucy, deep breaths.

EXHALES OK, OK.

Slow, deep breaths.

THEY BREATHE DEEPLY

OK.

LUCY EXHALES

Better?

So...

...what does she have?

She has a video of me from years ago.

What kind of video?

Is it sex? No.

No. It's worse. It's much worse.

And if it gets out... I'm finished.

OK. All right, let's just stay calm.

Let's just think about our options.

I only have one option.

PHONE BUZZES

'Lucy. I-I don't know.'

I mean, you know I gambled all that money away.

I don't really see how going on telly about it helps.

Yeah, but...

...think about all those other gambling addicts out there

who might watch the show and just be inspired by your story.

Inspired how?

Your addiction took you to a really dark place, didn't it?

But you came out the other side, and look at you now.

What if they see that and feel like they can do the same?

You'd be giving them and their family

the thing that they need most.

What's that? Hope.

BREATHES HEAVILY

You were on welfare, living in a council flat

and over 50 grand in debt.

Yeah. More, really.

A-And you think, "I know, I am such a shark

"that I am gonna get out of this playing poker on my phone."

LAUGHTER Yeah.

It was stupid, I was desperate.

You were a sponger and a leech from what I can see.

And you still are.

I've stopped gambling.

STEWART GASPS Did you hear that, everybody?

He's stopped gambling again! AUDIENCE CALL OUT

How many times have you stopped now and started?

I mean, there's a real reason...

...why we are crowning you Britain's Biggest Loser.

AUDIENCE JEER Sit down.

Ben.

Don't you dare walk away. We're not done here.

We're nowhere near done. AUDIENCE CALL OUT

WHISPERING: If you wanna keep your job, you get him back.

Whatever it takes.

BREATHES HEAVILY

'Get him back. Whatever it takes.'

Oh, almost didn't recognise you.

Look.

Donna, I am truly sorry for what happened to Ben.

Oh, straight in, are we?

No, what happened with Ben is that you drove him to suicide.

Look, everyone knows that Stewart bullied his guests,

but he was far worse to his staff.

It was like being in a cult.

And you've met Stewart, and he hasn't changed.

Not one bit. But I have.

Ever since Ben's death, Donna,

I've really tried in my career to just...

...just make the world a bit of a better place,

and I mean that.

Yeah.

Brand Lucy, the nation's little ray of sunshine.

And all she wants in return is fame, money and awards.

What do you want from me? Revenge?

Do you wanna kill me? What?

What I want is for you to take responsibility for what you did.

OK.

What happened to your Ben was a tragedy.

It was wrong.

But I was just a researcher on that show, Donna.

I was a small cog in a big toxic machine.

A small cog?

I saw how you worked on Ben.

I understand that you're angry with me.

But you went after my family.

And you went after mine.

Do you remember that hamper you sent?

"You inspire me."

You know what effect that would have on Ben.

My God. "You inspire me." That's what you meant by the flowers.

And then you spent months pretending to be his friend.

You spent months pretending to be Shawn's friend.

And the whole time, you were just prepping him for public humiliation.

Donna, you abducted my child.

When a loved one goes missing, it's the worst feeling.

And you think the worst.

But your Poppy came back safe.

And my Ben didn't.

After Ben's death, the show got cancelled,

and that interview got erased.

And it was like nothing had ever happened.

And no-one took responsibility, and that is not right.

And you...

...you let yourself forget what you did.

And I don't blame you...

...cos I would want to forget too.

But I won't forget.

Not ever.

Maybe there's a way that, erm...

...something good could come out of this.

I... I could help you in your future.

Are you trying to pay me off? No.

Erm...

No, I'm just suggesting that we do something positive in memory of Ben.

DONNA CHUCKLES

Oh, being famous.

It's like living in a different world, in't it?

In a big magic bubble.

Must feel incredible. It has its ups and downs, yeah.

Hey, Lucy, I know what I want.

Tonight, you can take me as your plus-one

to the TV awards.

ANIMATED CHATTER

You can just, erm, keep driving.

There's a stage door round the corner.

Oh, no, no. I want the full red-carpet experience.

Yeah, but I'm gonna be ambushed with questions about Shawn,

especially after those photos. Yeah.

I'm here to support you all the way. CAMERAS CLICK

DONNA CHUCKLES

Lucy, this is a very special night for both of us,

and I wanna enjoy every second.

CLAMOURING

JOURNALIST: Lucy, where's Shawn?

PHOTOGRAPHER: Hey, Lucy! Over here! Just quick, just a quick one!

Lucy, is Shawn not coming? CHEERING

JOURNALIST: Lucy! Where's Shawn? Could he not make it?

JOURNALIST: Is he having an affair?

PHOTOGRAPHER: Over here, Lucy! Yeah. Thank you.

WOMAN: Love your dress, Lucy! It's beautiful.

PHOTOGRAPHER: This way, Lucy! Look this way!

JOURNALIST: Lucy, who are you wearing tonight?

Yeah! There you are.

Ooh! DONNA CHUCKLES

Oh, Champagne. Yeah.

What is she doing here?

Look, it's all right. I'm dealing with it.

By bringing her to the British Entertainment Awards?! Yes.

And I am barely hanging in there, so just let me deal with it, all right?

Well, if you're safe, I won't interfere tonight.

But, babes, you know I prefer having all the facts!

Lucy. Hi, Jane.

How about some of that special access?

This is the last of your special access, you conniving little bitch.

Mwah, mwah. Mwah, mwah.

Mm. OK.

GRUNTING

'I'm here with the fabulous Lucy Logan.

'You look stunning.'

'Oh, thank you. So do you.'

'The bookie's favourite. And mine.

'I really feel like tonight's your night.'

'Well, thank you.

'You know what? It really is just a privilege to be here, I mean that.'

'Aww. And where is that gorgeous husband of yours?'

'Yeah, unfortunately, Poppy's poorly,

'so Shawn's looking after her tonight.

'I love you guys.' 'Hi.'

'Oh, hello. Who do we have here?' 'I'm Donna.'

SHAWN: What the fuck? 'How do you two know each other?'

'We're just really good friends, aren't we?' Luce...

'Oh, so you brought her as your date?'

'That's right.' LAUGHTER

'Girls' night out. Why not?' 'Yes, yes!

'I'm a big fan of yours, Jane.'

'Thank you so much. That's so lovely.'

'You look gorgeous.' 'Thank you.'

'Thank you, Jane. Bye-bye.' GRUNTS

TV VOICE-OVER: 'Welcome back to the British Entertainment Awards.

'And now the award for Best Drama Performance.'

PRESENTER: 'Drama demands vulnerability, precision and truth.

'This year's nominees delivered performances that stayed with us

'long after the final scene.'

Fancy a hot chocolate, love? Oh, no, thanks, Gran. I'm OK.

PHONE CHIMES

AWARD WINNER: 'This really is quite unexpected.

'But what great nominees.'

This has already been one of the most amazing nights of my life.

I'm glad we resolved things.

Resolved things? Yeah.

You asked for this night, and here we are.

Well, this is the perfect setting for me getting what I do want...

...for you to take responsibility.

What do you mean?

Well, you're gonna win,

and you're gonna publicly admit what you did to my brother.

No. No, please. Not here. N-Not like this. Mm-hm.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Five gifted nominees for best presenter, but only one winner.

Let's see.

Yeah. You're gonna tell the world,

or I hit send and they can find out for themselves.

And the winner is... Lucy Logan!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE Ah!

Do it, else I release the video online.

DONNA LAUGHS

Thanks. Thank you.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you, everybody. Erm...

Erm...

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There has to be another way than this.

Of course there's another way. I'm gonna release the video.

'They will hate me. They will cancel me. She's won.'

So, I had a guy look into Donna's background.

It does seem they fired her with very good reason.

Does anyone else know you're here?

'I could do anything.'

'I could lose my career. You could go to prison.'

Now the world is gonna discover...

GRUNTING ...the full truth.

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