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This is a story about a man named Damien.

Damien had it all.

Wealth, sex, power.

Because he was also an arsehole.

-Oh good, you're up. -Hey.

I'll get to say goodbye.

Last night was incredible.

-It was. -I ordered you breakfast.

I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you one of everything.

Housekeeping are dry-cleaning your dress.

But in case you wanted to go home in something more discreet,

I got you a new outfit.

The receipt's in the bag.

Wow.

Anything for the woman

who took my virginity.

You can't break me down

I got gas in the tank

I got money in the bank…

As we know, in this world,

it's often the very worst people who seem to have it all.

So this is what being the CEO of Guinness gets you.

-Does he own the whole island? -Only the good parts.

Louis is an old friend from Oxford. He always does business this way.

Surrounded by beauty, if you know what I mean.

But don't worry.

Damien is about to get exactly what he deserves.

So, the board are on to me about "female representation"…

Uh-huh.

…when they discovered that Atlas doesn't have

a single creative director who is a woman.

Why the hell should that matter?

Well, I was told we need to look elsewhere.

What?

-Sorry, Fred. -Come on.

You mean to tell me that you brought us all the way out here

just to fire us, huh?

Yeah, well, I think a man should do these things face-to-face.

I'm sorry, but it is out of my hands.

-Louis, I-- -No, I… I don't know what to tell them.

I do.

Your information is out of date.

We just promoted the most incredible woman to creative director last week.

And not for the optics,

but because she's the best person for the job.

Feminism is not a numbers game for Atlas.

-Mm. -Tell that to your board.

Hm.

So tell me, who is this new female we appointed last week?

-Oh, sorry. Did I say last week? -Mm-hmm.

I meant this afternoon.

The time difference always gets me.

You clever bastard.

-Well, now listen. -Hm?

Between you and me, I'm thinking of retiring next year,

but I've already floated your name past the board.

So, as far as I'm concerned,

you're the next CEO of the Atlas Agency.

You ready for that?

Stupid question.

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Hello, Atlas Agency. Damien Sachs' office.

Ruby, I've got a high-priority project for you.

Okay, I've checked with HR,

and you cannot legally make me break up with one of your girlfriends again.

No, no. I would never ask you to do that. You were crap at it last time.

I need you to compile me a list of female creatives

so that I can promote one.

Okay. So you want me to categorize our employees for a promotion

based on gender and/or race?

No. Just on gender.

And don't write that down in your document.

Mm-hmm.

So who've we got?

-We've got Alexandra Fox. -Perfect.

Set up a meeting so I can give her the good news.

Do you even know who she is?

I was just going alphabetically.

Ruby, honestly.

Oh, and move my flight to tomorrow.

I've just identified three very strong candidates

for a few other positions.

You are so predictable.

Thank you.

-Uh, Alex. -Yes.

Some of the other junior creatives

are meeting up later at the pub for happy hour, and, uh…

Oh, wow. Thanks.

But I think my happy hour days might be long behind me.

Oh, I wasn't inviting you. I was just, uh,

hoping if we left a little early, you could finish up uploading

the images for the Morris campaign.

Yes, absolutely. Yeah, I'm on it.

Great.

-Alex. -Oh, Ruby, you look nice.

Just to let you know, Damien would like to meet with you

tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp.

-Oh, no. Is something wrong? -No, actually, the opposite.

-A pro-- A promotion? -Mm-hmm.

So he liked the presentation I sent on the Guinness campaign.

I know it's not my account, and I didn't want to overstep,

but I had a feeling he might respond to it.

Yep, that is why.

Wow.

Oh my God, I'm sorry. Sorry. I know I've only been here 20 years,

and I don't regret taking time off to raise my child at all,

but it has been hard coming back, and everyone being so young,

just with so much energy.

So I'm just feeling proud of myself.

And, um, I'm excited,

and I… I can't believe that I'm crying at work.

Okay, you absolutely should not do that in front of anyone else.

-No, I won't. -Yeah.

-Baby gherkin? -Yes.

Hi, Mum.

What? Of course I haven't forgotten.

Happy birthday. Yeah, I'm in the car right now.

Yeah, I flew back specially.

Um…

Yeah, I have got you a present.

Ruby, remind me what I bought my mother.

You are a terrible son.

-Got you. I did! -No, you didn't! You're dead!

-You're dead. -You missed!

Uncle Damien!

-Hi, boys. -Pew!

You're dead.

-Watch my dance. -Watch mine.

Ow!

I didn't touch him!

Yes, you did!

-No, I didn't. -Chris!

I think your boys need you.

Sunny!

Coming.

-What did you do to him? -Sunny. You look…

-Careful. -…wonderful.

Save the fake compliments for your conquests.

Hey, Dad.

Oh! You've been getting some sun, haven't you?

Don't it look like he's been getting some sun, Chris?

Not really. Looks the same as he always does.

-Where's Mum? -Where do you think?

-Okay. -Do us a favor.

-Hm? -Let her know we need more beer.

-And for me, Damien, mate. -Hi, Mummy.

Oh!

Sweetheart. You made it.

-Of course. Happy birthday. -Oh, thank you.

This looks so lovely. Oh, thank you.

You look sad.

-Well, I'm not sad. -Oh…

-I'm actually extremely happy. -Are you?

-I've got some very good news, Mummy. -Mm-hmm?

-Your little boy… -Yeah?

…is going to be the next CEO of the Atlas Agency.

Oh!

And no one to share it with.

No, I've got plenty of people to share it with.

In fact, I shared it with six women just this last weekend.

Oh, you naughty boy.

Six in a weekend?

-Yeah. -Right, service, please.

-Can I take that? -No, no, no. You must be exhausted.

-I am. -Christopher.

Sunny, your mum needs you in the kitchen!

"Guinness. Love takes time, but it's worth it."

Well, your presentation's actually really good.

Wow, thanks, darling.

I don't know if I should be touched or offended.

Maybe we could celebrate by getting me an iPhone.

An iPhone? I think new phones are your father's domain.

Well, yeah, but now he spends all his money on Tina.

On Tina? What happened to Rebecca?

She turned 30.

Oh, well, poor thing. Well, it happens to the best of us.

-You think you'll get a new office? -A new… No. No.

No, I haven't earned that yet. And I… I like where I am. I like my desk.

It's good to be in the center of things.

-You always do that. -Do what?

Act like you don't deserve anything.

No, I don't.

Yeah, you do. You need to stand up for yourself.

I do stand up for myself.

Sure you do.

Anyway, I think it's great.

Thank you.

I'm excited.

I'll get that quote off to you, all right? See you soon.

Oh, hi.

Hello.

After you.

Please. Ladies first.

So you like my presentation?

Mmm.

-I do. -I'm glad. I put a lot of work in.

Clearly.

I'm looking forward to a position under you.

Okay.

I'm ready to do whatever you want.

Are you now?

And… Or if you prefer…

-I can take the lead. -Whatever happened to playing hard to get?

Welcome to Atlas.

-Sorry? -Felicity, at long last. We're reunited.

Did you miss me?

Welcome back, Damien.

Oh, when are we gonna give up this ridiculous charade

and run away together? Hm?

-And lose my post of 23 years? -Mm.

-The place would be a shambles. -Well…

I respect your dedication, but I will have you some day.

-Yes, I will. I will. -Oh, stop. No.

-Damien. -Hello.

-I've just heard from Guinness. -And?

Your strategy worked a charm.

That's my boy.

-Well, I learned from the best. Thank you. -Good morning, Felicity.

Morning, sir.

Mmm. Competition.

-Oh, look. -Uh-oh.

-Excuse me. -Uh… Uh… Uh… Uh…

Glenda, how is it that you are so small, yet you're always in the way?

I have no idea. It's a mystery, sir.

-Now move. -Yes, sir.

You survived the weekend, then?

Mmm. Good morning.

Good to have you back, Damien.

Ruby, you've become such a good liar. I'm very proud of you.

-Alex is ready for you. -Hm?

-Alex Fox. -Who?

-The woman you just promoted. -Ah, yeah. Of course, send her in.

Thank you.

Now we're all alone…

Ah. Alex.

Oh. I thought… I thought maybe you hadn't realized who I was.

Ridiculous.

Do you know that I actually handpicked you myself?

Congratulations. I'll see you in the morning creative meeting?

-Absolutely. -I'm excited about this.

Thank you.

Please tell me you didn't hit on her.

Ruby, that's actually really, really offensive.

She's 20 years too old for me.

Guinness want to increase their female market share.

So we'll need a new product name and campaign.

And talking of women, we have a new one.

This is our new creative director, Alex, um…

Uh… Um…

Fox.

Correct.

And she's gonna be running point on this pitch with me.

Wow, thank you.

-I wanted to say-- -Right. Let's get into it.

-Product name and ideas. Let's go. -Guinness Pink.

-Mm. -Guinness Femme.

Guinness Girl.

Love it. Immediately, women know this is for them.

Above all, women just want to feel heard, right?

I think they want to be heard.

That's the same thing. It's what I said.

-The research shows-- -What do you think, Austin?

Okay, there's this girl.

-Incredibly fit. -Mm-hmm.

She takes a Guinness, takes a swig, gives her a foam mustache.

Tagline, "Can't grow a mustache."

"Well, Guinness Girl's got you."

'Cause girls can't grow mustaches, can they?

Yeah, thank God.

They… They wanted us to target women, not… not girls.

-I've got one. The St. Pauli Girl, right? -From the beer. The German.

Mit der goldenen Globen, mein Führer.

Heil Titler.

So we create our own Guinness Girl.

-Oh. -But she's so much hotter.

And not Germanic.

-And they make out. -That's good.

And then she and the, uh… the St. Pauli Girl have a pub fight,

and there's Guinness, and foam, and mustache, and--

Do we want to tie alcohol to violence, though?

They're fighting. It's skin on skin. They're ripping each other's clothes--

-Yeah, but hold on. -And it's--

Are we sure we wanna tie alcohol to violence, though?

-That's smart. -So true.

-You're right. We… That's valid. -Wait, I got it. This is the one.

Two women walk into a pub. We're shooting them from behind.

And then the camera comes around, and we reveal

it's actually two blokes dressed as women.

-And they're making out. -No, that's inappropriate, Alex.

I'm in the middle of an idea,

but it's good to have you in the room. I appreciate it.

Anyway, so these blokes go to the bar,

and they order, "Two Guinness Girls, please."

So it's like women, but we know they're blokes.

And then comes the tag.

"Guinness Girl. It's so good, it makes men wish they were women."

I love that idea.

-Oh, that's good. -I love that. It's…

-It's feminist. -That's epic. That's epic.

Alex, thoughts?

It's…

incredible.

Thank you. It's great to have you in the room.

-Hey. -Hey.

I thought I was running point on the Guinness pitch.

Oh. Yeah, yeah, you are.

Just need the new girl

to cover ourselves in their female perspective, right?

-Got it? All good. -Yeah, got it. Yeah.

-Hi there. -Hi.

You should know

the "female perspective" just heard all of that.

Okay.

As in, I just heard you say that I'm only here for the optics.

Mm.

Well, you must have already realized that to some degree. Mm?

No, I didn't, because I'm good at this, and I deserve the job.

-And-- -Time of the month?

What? What did you say?

Look, you got a free promotion for being a woman.

Just accept that you have it easy.

-Sorry, you think I have it easy? -Easier than I do.

Nobody wants to have a straight male in power anymore.

I have to be 100 times better than any other candidate.

-The undeniable best. -Oh, this isn't a joke.

-You're… You're being serious. -Yeah, the world has changed.

It's got much better for you and much worse for me.

Because you have to pretend you're not a misogynist?

There it is, the M word.

The go-to scapegoat for everything that's wrong, right?

-You think that's the problem? -Mm-hmm.

I've got news for you.

Please tell.

The problem is you.

Oh, really?

Well, unfortunately for you, I'm not going anywhere.

-In fact-- Uh… -Uh-oh.

-Move. -Uh.

In fact, sooner rather than later, I'm gonna be running this place.

So if you've got an issue with that, then perhaps you should leave.

Okay, then.

I quit.

You what?

Have a smashing life. Good luck.

You know what, I will have a great life, thanks,

because, unlike you, I'm a good person.

So sorry you couldn't handle the job.

-Oh God. -Your emotions got in the way.

I'm the one who gave you an incredible opportunity,

and you just throw it all away.

I have ideas, good ones, maybe even great,

but you won't listen.

You know, I'm not some blow-up doll

that you can wheel out to your meetings to prove you're evolved.

Don't knock blow-up dolls. They last longer than you have.

This is exactly why women don't move up.

You're all far too sensitive.

It's called empathy. You should try it sometime.

-Oh, by the way-- -Hey.

You're fire--

Open your eyes.

There you go. Open your eyes.

Can you tell us what happened, love?

-Are you hurt? -I just hit my head. I'm okay.

You on any medication?

-The pill? -The pill?

Side effects can be intense. Some men can't handle it.

Just need to get back to work.

Is it close by? We can escort you.

-No, it's just there, I'll be fine. -Okay.

Make sure you get some ice on that, yeah?

Yeah, look after that pretty face, all right?

You will never get out of here.

Never getting out of here.

Welcome to Atlas.

Damien, are you okay? What are you wearing?

What am I wearing? What are you wearing?

Oh, you're dressed as a genie.

-That's rude. -What?

Wait a minute. Ruby, get me an ice pack.

Shall I pick up your dry cleaning as well?

Yes, if it's ready.

What are you doing? You can't just walk into Alex's office.

Ha, you're surprisingly funny. And as you probably heard, Alex just quit.

I'm sorry, what?

Did I?

Is this "dress as your boss" day?

Very amusing.

No, no. Why is everyone in fancy dress?

You've come to apologize.

-Go ahead. -Damien, what are you doing in my office?

Mm. Not really a great apology. Don't… Don't sit there.

Wait a minute, what's all this…

Ruby, what have you done with all my stuff?

Excuse me?

Coffee.

Oh, Fred, my cashmere angel.

Fred, what the hell are you wearing?

My, you've been working out?

You've got to stop teasing me in these cardigans.

Don't you know this is a place of work? I can't afford to be distracted.

All right, Fred. Don't let her talk to you like this.

-Enough. -Fred, this is…

-Yes. -No, no, no. Enough.

All right, Damien. Let's get you back to your desk.

-No, no. This is my desk. -No, it's not.

Damien, please.

Come on, out of there.

-Don't laugh at me. -Sorry. Please.

No, no, stop laughing, Ruby.

-Good Lord, he needs to knock one out. -Mm-hmm.

What is the matter with you?

Is it the promotion? The stress of being the new male creative director?

Male creative director? What are you talking about?

-That's my office. She's in my office. -Damien, will you calm down?

The last thing we need is to give them an excuse to call us mad.

Who's calling us mad?

-Oh, the women. -Who cares about the women?

They can piss off. You're the bloody CEO of this company!

-That'll come as a surprise to Felicity. -Felicity is our receptionist!

No, Damien, please don't--

I'm hearing you. Yes.

Felicity?

Fuck!

-Damien. -What?

Jesus. Is everyone in on this?

Huh? What is this?

Hello, Carol. How are you?

Did he just leave?

Taxi. Taxi.

Sorry, love. It's rush hour.

What? Give us a smile.

What?

What the hell is going on?

This isn't my home.

What? Who put this here?

Shit.

Fuck.

"Harriet Potter"?

"Lady of the Rings"?

What? "Donna Quixote"?

Oh.

Pope Beatrice III returns to the Vatican today.

Oh, bloody hell.

Male protesters chanted, "My sperm, my choice."

What?

Ugh.

Whose fucking cat is this?

Mummy!

Here we are, darling.

Uncle Damien!

Boys, where's Granny and Grandpa?

I think… I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

Can you plait my hair like you did last time?

Yeah, and do mine after.

Sunny!

Your boys need you. There's something wrong with them.

Chris!

Coming!

Hello, Damien. You all right?

How you doing, babe? You okay? Oh, what are we doing? Hairdressing?

-Yeah. -Okay. You having your hair like Daddy's?

Daddy used to be a hairdresser.

-Mum? -Damien.

You look different. You put on weight?

What? N… No.

Mm.

What… What… What's going on?

Damien, go make yourself useful and help your father out in the kitchen.

And tell him to hurry up. We're starving.

-Hey, Damien. -Hm?

That's my girl.

-Oh look. Oh. Oh. -Oh.

-Look, he can't do it. -Oh no!

I can make a bun.

Put a little clip in here. Do you like this one?

-Yeah. -Here's a clip.

That's a good clip.

Dad?

There he is!

-Dad? -Damien.

-What are you wearing? -Oh, my darling. Just in time.

Come with me. I've made you your favorite.

I know it's naughty.

Homemade mayonnaise.

Dad, it's not naughty. I don't like mayonnaise.

Please just stop this. Stop this right now.

And tell Mom and everyone to just be normal.

Please, Dad.

-Please. Please. -What's got into you, sweetheart?

It's work, isn't it?

You give too much of yourself to that job.

-You'll never find a wife that way. -I don't want a wife!

Is it such a crime for me to want to see your mother

walk you down the aisle before I die?

Do-do-do, do-do…

Bollocks. Still here.

Take me back.

Aah!

Ah, fuck it.

Take me back!

Ow.

World is upside down, huh?

-Push off. -I get it.

I miss the real world too.

Men being on top.

Everyone watching men's sport, rather than women's.

What did you just say?

I thought as much. You're a new one.

You had all the classic signs.

Disorientation, denial, distress.

Running headfirst into solid objects.

Wait. You're from the real world too?

Yeah. That's why they call me a lunatic.

-'Cause I speak the truth! -Wait a minute.

How… How long have you been here?

-Uh, what month is it? -September.

-Nine years. -Nine… Nine years?

I'm glad you're here, you know?

Ever since Marcus got sent back--

Got sent back? What do you… What do you mean, got sent back?

-Oh, you don't know how to get sent back. -No. How do I get the fuck out of here?

Okay. Well, you make a change.

What… What does that mean?

You make a change,

and then you become the one in charge.

The one in charge? How do I do that?

So, from what I've observed, it depends on your situation.

Wherever you work, you've got to get to the top.

And then, poof, you go back.

Hm. Well, that doesn't sound too hard,

'cause currently, Atlas is being run by a receptionist.

Should be easy to get to the top.

Thank you, Pigeon Man.

You're welcome!

You are not my cat!

I don't like you!

Oi! You're not my cat!

I said, go away!

Stop looking at my penis!

Wouldn't it be good To be in your shoes…

-Hey, Mom. -Morning, darling.

-One, two, one, two. -Thank you.

One, one, two, two.

-Right. Three, three, two, two. -Bye, Mom.

Bye, darling. Have a good day.

One, two, one, step. One, two, one, duck. One, two, one--

Two, three!

So, you chase dogs here? Hm?

Wow! Saudi Arabia is allowing men to drive.

In a bold and unexpected move…

Thanks, Ronaldo.The Queendom of Saudi

has officially extended driving privileges to men.

Alexo, play morning playlist.

Wouldn't it be good To be in your shoes

Even if it was for just one day?

Wouldn't it be good If we could wish ourselves away?

Come on. You can do this.

-Good luck! -What?

-You'll need it. -Thank you.

Damien. How are you? Are you feeling better?

-Yeah, much better. Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Between you and me, I'm ready to take this place by storm.

Yes. Now, Damien.

Listen, you've been here for 20 years and barely made creative director.

Don't do anything stupid. Mm-hmm?

Don't worry, Fred.

It's Felicity. She loves me.

Uh, Da-- Damien, she's busy right now.

Good morning, Felicity.

-Morning, David. -Damien.

-Damien Sachs. -Ah, yes.

This is our new male creative director.

-Dylan. -Damien.

I'm with Glenda Cartwright, chair of the Atlas board.

We are in the middle of something really important.

What do you want?

So sorry to interrupt, but…

I just wanna take you away from all of this,

whisk you away to some

enchanted place where we can

while away the hours.

What do you say?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Sorry, he just stormed past me. I'm so sorry.

Um…

I mean, what I meant to say is that

out of the whole agency,

I'm the most hardworking, dedicated, and worthy of a promotion.

Apart from all the people who are actually working

instead of desperately trying to sell themselves in my office?

I will be going back to work.

Thank you again.

Out.

Work, work, work. Just love, love work.

Sorry, he just stormed past.

Men.

Tell me about it.

Men watching their waistlines

are concerned that a pint of Guinness

is too much of a meal.

So the new CEO is eager to expand

into the wine market.

There is a massive opportunity here

for Guinness wines.

-Alex! -Good work, Alex.

Thank you, Felicity. Let's get started. What have we got?

So, I've been thinking about--

Okay, hold on, hold on. I've got it.

-How about a bottle shaped like a penis? -Ooh.

That's bold, and I like it.

No man is gonna put their lips around a bottle--

Wait a minute. I've got something.

Men sometimes refer to their testicles as grapes.

-Really? -No, they do not--

-So we have two gorgeous boys, super fit… -Mm-hmm. Mmm.

…brimming with muscles,

naked in a vat of grapes,

crushing the grapes with their biceps.

-The juices runni-- -And their tight little butt cheeks.

Squeezing them.

But they don't refer to it. It doesn't work.

Oh, and then there's a sad old man who looks like Damien.

-Oh. -Old?

And he's holding a beer, watching from the sidelines.

-Can't play in the vat. -Oh, he can't play.

"Pick me. Pick me."

Okay, but--

Okay, hold on, hold on. I think Damien's got something to say.

-Was there something you wanted to say? -Yes, thank you. I appreciate that.

The fundamental issue here really is--

Oh my God, I've got it. I've got the tag.

Okay, so we're in the vat with the models, and then we cut to this glamour shot.

Two enormous, immaculate grapes hanging on the vine.

-Ooh. -And then comes the tag.

"Guinness."

"We've got the biggest grapes in the business."

-Oh! Yes! -But men don't refer--

-Yes. -Yes!

Slam dunk!

Can I finish my sentence, please? Can I--

Can I finish the sentence, please?

Damien, you need to relax.

Beg your pardon?

-You need to relax. Calm down. -I do not need to relax.

I need you all to stop interrupting me

so I can do my job.

Okay, don't get emotional.

I'm not-- I'm… I'm not emotional.

I'm actually just… I'm frustrated.

-Mm. -Yeah, we can tell, love.

I'm frustrated that no one's listening to me,

in that the one person who understands men in the room

is actually not even being heard.

It's absurd.

-Is it your time of the week? -What?

I swear to God, if men don't jerk off at least once a week, they get so aggro.

Just tense.

Fuck me.

Do you need to take care of it now? Or will you be all right?

I think I'll be okay, thank you.

Okay.

Good. Well, that was mostly productive.

I think we explore the grapes, and then we reconvene tomorrow.

-Mm-hmm. -Damien?

Yes?

If you're gonna be as disruptive as you were today,

we don't need you in the room.

I wish I was special…

I like the penis bottle idea.

But I'm a creep…

I'm sorry, but he is a nightmare.

-He was testerical in the meeting today. -Well, tell me about it.

I spent half my day on this meninist cow shit.

Yesterday, I had to sit through a six-hour training video

because Austin asked me if I was allergic to nuts.

And I said, "Not yours."

-Oh my God. -Quite right.

Yeah, but you know, we're not allowed to make jokes anymore.

I better go home. I'll have to cut up the Amex

before Jonathan buys any more of those Gucci cock rings.

-You coming? -Nope.

Not yet.

There's still one more deal I need to close.

Hm. Nice package.

Go for both. I would.

Can I buy you both a drink?

-Sure. -Sure.

Everyone at work, they treat me like I'm completely invisible.

I mean, how am I meant to be promoted if nobody actually listens to what I say?

Do you want my honest answer?

You're my sister. Be completely honest.

No one's gonna promote you if you're not remotely fuckable.

And 55-year-old postmenopausal men just--

I'm 51, firstly.

And secondly, I am extremely fuckable.

In my experience, men who succeed in business

put a lot of effort into how they look.

They groom. They work out. They wear makeup.

They wear the right clothes. That's what it takes to get noticed.

I don't like it, but it's true.

And if you don't get noticed, you don't get anywhere.

You're just a… another childless cat man.

How do you know about my cat?

It's obvious. You've all got them, haven't you?

Listen, Sunny.

-Yes? -Would you possibly help me?

I thought you'd never ask.

-How does this actually work? -Don't worry about it.

What you've got to understand is this.

See, if you don't look good,

they will dismiss you without even realizing it.

-Right. -If you look too good…

They will pay you attention, but are not taking you seriously.

See, you can't be too unattractive or too attractive.

It's a very small window in which we're working with.

-That's a nightmare. -Hello? Hello, friend.

Have you got five, just to do a measurement?

-Of course. -My brother-in-law's bollocks.

-What are you thinking? -18G.

Oh, that's generous.

Underwire.

-Mm-hmm. Mm. -One piece. Or push-up.

-Now, you're an 18B. -Right.

With the push-up, we can make you look 20D.

-Let's go with the push-up. -Yeah?

'Cause it looks like a couple of golf balls in an old sock.

The premier testicle bra.

Oh, I've got those. So comfy.

Take these into the back, pull on the little toggles.

They'll make your little fellas fly.

Lovely.

-Do you need help popping them in, sir? -Absolutely not.

What are we gonna do about that big fat belly.

-What? -Lipo or high-frequency sculpting.

-Oh. -That's… That's exciting.

-Jawline. -Go for that, Damien.

-Teeth. -Yes, let's prioritize those teeth.

-For sure. -Full-body hair removal, right?

-Oh yeah. Legs. -Great.

-Chest, tummy, ears. -Definitely.

And may I just…

Oh.

Full Australian. Let's get rid of that bush.

-Sounds great. -Fine.

Before I forget, we have a deal on penile filler this month.

-Ooh. -Oh. That'll take 25 years off your penis.

-Penile filler? -Come on, Damien.

You're 51. That is ancient in penis years.

I am not having my cock filled.

The rest you can do.

Ding dong. Someone's getting promoted.

I feel like a woman…

Oh my… Geez.

Here we go.

Well, you can tell By the way I use my walk

I'm a woman's man

No time to talk

Music loud and women warm I've been kicked around

Since I was born And now it's all right, it's okay

And you may look the other way

But we can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a brother Or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Feel the city breakin' And everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha Stayin' alive, stayin' alive…

Staying alive…

Mmm.

Check you out.

You're looking tight in that suit.

Did you see the flop on that?

Somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah…

-Are you? -Wow, Damien.

I mean, don't call HR on me,

but it's nice to see you putting in an effort.

I just rolled out of bed like this.

-Would you? -No. Too old.

Mm.

And I got pec implants for her.

I was gonna get some. She said, "No, you can't."

But I said, "It's not about you. It's about me."

-Yours look great. -I actually think they look good.

-I like… I like people seeing my nipples. -Mm.

Are you heading to the Guinness lunch?

-Mmm. -Oh, you look very nice today, Darren.

Damien.

I think, and I could be completely wrong,

that Guinness has got a new male CEO.

It might be a good idea to have

a male member of staff at the table.

Just an idea.

Might be rather good for them to see

that we appreciate the male… perspective.

May I please have the iceberg wedge

with no blue cheese dressing and no bacon.

Bone-in, ribeye rare.

Double cheeseburger with onions and the truffle fries.

I'll have the green salad.

Green salad, good choice.

-Mmm. -Yeah, it's a good choice.

Well, I think it's time that we…

Mmm.

…got down to business.

Alex here has come up with the most terrific pitch

as to how to get men to be excited about wine.

-And her plan-- -Sorry, but I have to stop you.

We're going to be moving on to a new agency going forward.

Excuse me?

I wanted to tell you in person, but our company is entering a new era,

and we need an agency with experience

of focusing on the male marketplace.

-Well, Harry, I can tell you as a man-- -You were nobody's first choice for CEO.

Excuse me?

Everyone knows Guinness was beset by sexual harassment claims.

So they gave it to a man to try to change the narrative.

Alex.

I think what Alex is trying to say here is that--

You turn things around…

it's luck.

If things keep going badly, it's because you're unqualified.

And either way, you're too emotional and aggressive for the job.

That's what everyone out there is saying, right?

That's right.

Being a man in charge is exhausting.

No one listens to you.

And if you ever dare to express frustration,

you're told you need to relax.

How many times a day do you hear that phrase?

-A few. -You don't need to relax, Harry.

You need to be able to do your job.

When you're drinking Guinness, it's not "you need to relax."

You get to relax.

You know what?

I…

…love that.

Alex, you are seriously impressive.

I liked what you had to say at the meeting, Dawson.

Damien.

Perhaps we should make a date to discuss your future at Atlas.

I think you have great potential for…

significant growth.

I'm very eager to grow.

Mm.

How about tonight? My place?

Absolutely.

-Mm. -Austin will give you the address.

Hm.

Top left, four.

-Partially-- -I've got a question.

-Sorry to interrupt. -Damien, what--

So if my boss is essentially offering me

career advancement in return for a few sexual favors,

I should do it, right?

No, that's illegal.

That is literally the definition of sexual harassment.

Sunny, you're the best. Good luck, young man.

-That didn't happen, okay? -Uh-huh.

Excuse me.

Uh, I hear you have a special this month on penile filler.

We do, sir.

Hello? Felicity?

Darvin.

Yes, that's my name.

You look just…

Delicious.

Thank you for meeting so late.

Whatever my CEO desires.

I thought we should investigate

our new Guinness product.

Ah. Then that definitely makes this a business meeting.

I meant what I said today.

I think you could have

a very bright future at Atlas.

I mean, I should do.

The only reason I haven't been promoted is because I'm a man.

You certainly have got the confidence to get ahead.

Ooh.

Mm? Mm.

What else do you have?

Beg your pardon?

What else are you willing to do

to move up in this company?

-Hm? -Why don't you see what's in that bag?

Okay.

-Put it on. -I don't think that's necessary.

I think you want it as much as I do.

I can make it very easy for you at Atlas,

or very hard.

Which will you choose?

Easy.

Could you let go of my balls, please?

Howdy doody?

-Howdy. -Um…

Would you put your hat on your head?

Oh, Mama likey.

Now, um, just swing your guns around.

Pew pew.

I… I… I meant all your guns.

So you mean…

Mm?

Now, talk to me like a cowboy,

and tell me to take off all my clothes.

-Well, ma'am. -Help.

I reckon you need to take off them garments real slow-like.

Oh, no.

'Cause I got an itchy trigger finger.

Oh, more, more, more, more.

And I've been in the saddle all day,

and that's made me stiffer than a sun-dried…

That's great!

-…totem pole. -Oh, more!

-In fact, folks call me Southern Comfort… -Yes! Yes!

…'cause I'm a real good licker.

-Get it? -Yes!

I'm gonna head you off at the pass…

and pump you full of lead.

Pew pew.

Did you enjoy that enough to give me a promotion, ma'am?

Felicity?

And thus we commit her body to the ground.

In the name of the mother…

…and of the daughter…

…and of the Holy Ghost.

-A-women. -A-women.

This is the worst day of my life.

It's a sad day for all of us.

No, but mostly for me.

Felicity owed me.

I did something that I will never ever tell you about,

just so I could get promoted.

And now she's dead, and it was all for nothing.

-Are you insane? -Hm?

If men could sleep their way to the top, there would be loads of us there already.

Practically every guy in the office slept with Felicity.

Mm?

And it got us nowhere.

Don't you dare say a word about that this weekend.

This… This weekend?

The gathering at Glenda Cartwright's country house

in honor of Felicity.

Well, I guess you weren't invited.

Come on, chin up.

Yes, you killed the CEO.

Bad show there, but silver lining.

Now they need a new CEO.

No, it's already decided.

They've chosen Alex Fox.

And they were never gonna choose a man anyway.

True.

But at least you've got somewhere to live,

which means that we could all live together.

-Who? "We"? -Yeah.

You, me, Pat, Julian, Ramona, sometimes Ronnie.

Oh, fuck me. I've got to get out of here.

Oh. That's a shame.

Wait.

I'll go to Glenda's thing.

-Well, who's Glenda? -The chair of the Atlas board.

I'll impress her, and just you watch.

I'll leave there the new CEO.

I love it. Great plan.

When you say "you watch"…

Oh, no, no, no. You… You're not coming.

-Oh. -And neither are they.

-Hello. Can I help you? -Yes, you can.

I'm here for the Atlas gathering. I'm Damien Sachs.

I'm sorry, but this event is for top executives

and their assistants only.

And I'm afraid I don't have a Damien Sachs on my list.

Louis?

-Is that you under there? Is it you? -Mmm.

Louis.

-How do you know my name? -You shouldn't be a butler.

You should be running a top company like Guinness.

-Guinness? -Yeah.

-Me? -Yeah.

-I couldn't possibly. -Yes, you could, Louis.

But the women, they've convinced you that you can't.

Glenda.

Louis.

It's time

to fight back.

-Mm-hmm. -For the brotherhood, Louis.

For the brotherhood.

Step this way, Mr. Sachs.

Oh, and let me take that.

Oh, no, no. It's… Mm. Fine.

In the name of…

Come on, Louis.

Surprise!

Oh, good God.

I didn't realize tonight's dinner was casual.

And I thought I had a well-waxed chest.

-Who are you trying to impress? -You know exactly who.

And by the end of the evening,

she's gonna be eating out of the palm of my hand.

Damien, you cannot honestly believe

that you are in contention for the CEO position.

Why not? Because I'm a man?

No, because I am the highest-ranking executive at Atlas,

Felicity was grooming me for this, and Glenda loves me.

The whole weekend is a formality.

The job is mine.

What?

You're scared.

Excuse me?

You thought you had this in the bag.

I'm the dark horse that you didn't count on.

Oh?

You have no idea how to handle me, do you? And you know what? You should be scared.

Because I'm very, very good at this.

To Felicity.

To Felicity.

And to you, Glenda.

You look absolutely gorgeous. You smell incredible.

Just imagine if Atlas had its first-ever male CEO.

The credit you'd get from the rest of the industry

would be immeasurable.

That's why the next contender should be chosen for their talents…

…and not just for their gender.

Ha! Sorry.

Where'd that pianist get to?

I don't like hearing my own teeth chatter when I'm eating my pudding.

Please.

Allow me.

Any requests?

Something romantic.

Hmm.

How about this?

I'm just a bachelor

I'm looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off

If you're horny, let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come on in, jump on it

If you're horny, let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come on in, jump on it!

Bravo. Yeah!

Bravo.

Bravo, Diego.

All right, that's it for dinner. Thank you, everyone.

I'll see you in the morning.

What a wonderful song.

I had a pony when I was little.

Her name was Buttercup.

Oh. How splendid.

Listen, I was going to go down to the club

for some after-dinner drinks.

Would you like to join?

I… I'd… I'd absolutely love to.

As would I.

Fabulous!

I just need to know…

Felicity and I used to get totally off our tits here.

-I'm gonna miss my old drinking buddy. -Aw.

Now, Alex, being CEO requires stamina.

Felicity would always keep up with me.

Question is, can you?

-I'm looking forward to the challenge. -Wonderful. Let's start with tequila.

-David. -It's Damien.

Whatever.

Would you like a rosé or a little prosecco?

Uh, actually, I'd love to try a shot.

-Really? -Mm.

Lovely jubbly.

I know what you're doing, and it won't work.

I'm just getting started.

Bottoms up.

Mm-hmm.

Bad chick, I could be your fantasy

I can tell you got big, big energy

It ain't too many of 'em That can handle me

But I might let you try it Off the Hennessy

Make 'em sing To this thang like a melody

And if your girl ain't right I got the remedy

It ain't too many of 'em That can handle me

Bad chick, I could be your fantasy

Tell me how you want it Three, two, one and I'm on it

Feel good, don't it? Hood chick, you in a bonnet

Imma bust it on a pole like Onyx I'm just bein' honest…

-Gosh, David. -Damien.

Whatever. You are game.

Oh. Okay.

Mine in the bank, in the bank

I like what I see A boss like you need a boss like me

Daddy from the street So he move lowkey

Glenda! Glenda! Glenda! Glenda!

Oh.

Oh no. Not again.

Buttercup?

You hold your liquor well for a man.

And you know what else?

I have the penis of a 25-year-old.

When are you gonna give it back?

Louis, I love you.

Love you too, madam, but just… just leave… just not the hair.

Mm-hmm. Come on.

And… And don't forget madam's booties.

-I've got them. Thank you. Thank you. -I love you, Louis.

You too, ma'am. You too.

Okay, now we've got to get her through the door.

Okay.

Ow.

Preferably having opened it first.

I think you've broken her neck.

I've broken her neck.

He is trickier than we realize.

Well, if he's gonna play dirty, then I'm gonna play fucking filthy.

I'm going to destroy him.

And I'm gonna write a killer presentation.

And he won't know what's hit him.

Hmm.

Good morning, all.

On behalf of the board of Atlas,

who have kindly joined us today,

we are excited to hear your thoughts

on the future of our company.

Who would like to start us off?

Alex.

And Damien.

Well…

Gentlemen first, as they say.

Mm.

Thank you so much, Glenda.

Change.

Everyone fears it.

And who can blame them?

Change is terrifying.

It's far easier to keep to the familiar path,

avoiding any risk at all.

But one also avoids the innovation…

…that is so fundamental to true leadership.

So while some women in power may prefer

to keep men beneath them cocooned,

unable to realize their full potential,

other more enlightened females

have the wisdom and the courage to say,

"Bring on change."

Oh!

Oh!

This little butterfly here saw in Glenda someone wise

who realizes their potential is often hidden and locked away.

It just needs to be released.

And--

-Sorry. -Rude.

It's as if you're trying to prevent Glenda from hearing what I have to say.

No, it's my kid, and they know not to call unless it's an emergency.

-So, uh… -Come on.

-Um… Will you just excuse me? -Can you do this outside?

-Mum. -My God. What has happened to your face?

I was skateboarding with Jack and Mia, and I chipped my teeth.

Did your father call the dentist? Dr… Um… Uh…

-What's her name? -Shabtai.

-Shabtai. -Shabtai.

Her office said she can't see me until Monday.

And Dad called, like, five other places, and no one can see me.

Okay.

Uh…

Is everything all right?

-Um… -I can help.

I'm extremely close with the best dentist in London.

You are?

She's got a six-month waiting list,

but I can try and see if she has any availability today.

Oh, well done, Damien.

I believe interpersonal connections

are often overlooked.

What do you want, dickwit?

Johnny told me you were the one who taught him the word twat.

-And you paid Tommy to take the blame. -Yes, doctor.

Hilarious.

Bit of a dental emergency here. Colleague's child has chipped their tooth.

We were hoping you could see them today.

She can see Charlie this afternoon.

-Nice one, Damien. -Well done, Damien.

Charlie, did you hear that? There is someone here who knows a dentist

who can get you in this afternoon.

So I will text you the address, and then I will be there as soon as I can.

-Thank you, Mum. Bye. -Okay, bye.

I am so sorry, but I have to be there for them.

Of course.

We understand.

And we'll try our best to carry on without you, Alex.

Damien, you couldn't maybe come with me?

Help facilitate things with the dentist?

I wouldn't normally ask,

only I know how important interpersonal connections are to you.

Love to. I really would, but Glenda is very keen to hear my presentation.

-Nonsense. Go help. -So, unfor--

We'll be fine here with Mr. Butterfly.

I… I'm going to name him Marcello.

Brilliant.

No, no, no.

If you overtake, a little slower, please.

Not in a Porsche. No.

Eyes on the road.

Do you genuinely think you could be CEO?

Yes, I do.

Because I'm the best man… person, for the job.

Why are you laughing? I am.

If the board had any balls, I'd be the CEO.

"Had any balls"? Did you just make that up?

No, it's a popular phrase.

What do you suppose it means?

What do I suppose… It means to be a man,

to have balls, to be powerful.

-To be strong. -Balls?

Yes, balls.

The delicate sacks that dangle from your body,

where the slightest tap sends you weeping to the ground?

Yes.

Oh shit!

-What do you expect? -We've got a flat tire.

-Thanks for the womansplaining. -It's okay. I'm not gonna crash.

Of course this happens now.

Oh, fatherfucker.

God, I haven't changed a tire since my mum taught me as a teenager.

All right, take a breath.

All right? Aren't I meant to be the one who's a drama… king?

Yeah, and you're making a pretty good job of it.

Okay. So careful. Careful.

Can you change a tire?

No, I'm a man.

Put your back into it, come on.

There we go.

Is that your kid?

No, their father.

Basically trying to give me a hard time.

Oh. Sounds like a prize. What happened?

Oh, it was a classic story. He's a model.

-Mm-hmm. -He was gorgeous and sexy and fun.

And then he lied about being on the pill and knocked me up.

Basically trapped me.

-At least you've got Charlie, eh? -Yeah.

Yeah, Charlie's great.

You know, I never saw myself as a mother,

but it's actually pretty good.

The kid's really sweet.

I've stopped thinking, "More, more, more" all the time.

It was a wake-up call.

-Is that him again? -Probably.

See.

This is why I never wanted to get married.

It's this exact scenario.

Kid breaks their teeth

while I'm in the middle of a competition

to become CEO against a far superior candidate.

I'm sorry to keep saying this, but this is not a competition.

Oh, I'm aware of that.

-It's a coronation. -Oh my God. You're kidding me.

They don't wanna hire a woman as CEO.

I have to be undeniably the best to even be in consideration.

And luckily for me, I am.

What?

Nothing.

It just sounds so much worse coming from someone else.

-You all right? -Yeah.

Let's have a look.

Oof. That's gnarly.

-Who are you? -That's Damien, he works for me.

-She'll be working for me tomorrow. -Ha-ha.

This is nothing.

We'll get these beauties sorted in time for dinner.

Oh. Well, that's a relief.

So, are you gonna head back?

Honestly, it's late, and we've missed the meeting anyway.

They're heading home in the morning. I'll wait for Charlie and go home.

Thank God, uh, 'cause I'm completely exhausted.

So, I'm heading home too,

and let's resume our epic battle in the morning.

-Do you need a ride? -With you behind the wheel?

I'll be taking the tube. Thank you.

-Oh, Damien. -Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Glenda, I've been ready to take the mantle for years.

Oh, Glenda!

Damien?

-Oh shit! -Damien!

Don't you dare!

Fuck!

Bastard!

-Are you joking? -Are you joking?

What the hell are you doing here?

How did you get here so fast?

-I took the train. -You took the train?

You said you were staying home.

-You said you were staying home. -Yes, well, I lied.

I'm at a severe disadvantage, and I need to cheat whenever I can.

This is not a game! This is a job!

And you're just making your future CEO very, very angry.

Just admit it.

-I'm much better at this than you are. -Oh yeah?

-I'm kicking your arse. -You wish you were kicking my ass.

I won't be anywhere near your stinking arse.

Oh yeah?

Hm. There's a form we need to fill out at Atlas, saying we both consent.

I consent. I consent.

On your back.

So, you wanna be on top?

I'm always on top.

-Well, that's a coincidence. -Oh! Oh yeah?

-'Cause so am I. -Oh.

You think? Not anymore.

-Oh God. -Come here.

I have to warn you.

The last woman I was with died from pleasure.

Oh yeah? Oh!

So you're taking your life into your own hands.

Do you wanna risk it?

I do.

Maybe we take turns

being on top.

Ladies first.

Oh!

-What are you doing? -Um…

What are you doing?

Are you sneaking out?

No, I'm not sneaking out.

I would not sneak out. I was gonna leave you a very nice note.

-I was gonna get you breakfast. -I was gonna order you breakfast.

I mean, I am the sneaker.

You're meant to be the sneakee.

-You know, last night was fun. -Mm.

It was actually really fun. It was, like…

It was shockingly fun.

Yeah, it was almost like sleeping with, uh… myself.

Same.

But, look, I respect you too much not to be totally honest. I…

I'm not interested in anything serious.

Oh, believe me, I'm less interested in something serious.

I'm not in the place for a relationship.

No, I am literally not in the place for a relationship.

You don't have to say that because you think that's what I want to hear.

No, it's what I want to hear.

There is someone out there who is looking for

exactly what you're looking for.

And they are so very lucky.

Wow!

Now, that is a great line.

I'm sorry, what?

Well, it's complimentary,

it's optimistic,

and it completely shuts everything down.

It's artistry.

Can I steal it?

-Sure. -I normally give a little gift.

-A little gift? -Yeah.

Like, uh, an outfit or an overpriced candle.

You know, a small token of appreciation for a fun evening.

Uh, here.

Thank you for last night.

Wow. A pen.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

I mean, this is…

This is the longest conversation I've ever had with a woman in the morning.

Yeah.

I know you don't wanna stay,

but you don't have to leave.

What do we do if we stay?

I don't know. I'm usually 20 miles away by now.

You tell me.

Oh.

-Um, be quiet for a minute. -What, don't moan with pleasure?

Glenda, hello.

Understood.

Mm-hmm.

We'll speak later today.

Well, we might need you to sign

that consent form

because you just slept with the CEO of the Atlas Agency.

But you didn't even pitch. I had that room in the palm of my hand.

I've been impressed with you this weekend.

-I think there might be an opportunity-- -No, no, no. I must be the boss.

Whoa.

No, you don't understand. I need to be the one in charge.

That's not how promotions work. It's not about who needs anything.

It's not about feelings. It's about finding the best woman for the job.

Exactly, the best woman for the job. I never had a chance.

-Of course, you make it about being a man. -It is about being a man.

Are you so brainwashed, you don't get that?

I get that you're disappointed.

No, you don't get it because this whole system works for you.

This company, this world

is one big joke,

and you being made CEO is the biggest joke of all.

Well, luckily for you,

you don't have to deal with the company anymore

because my first act as CEO

is to fire you.

Now get out.

-Should've been you, Dame. -Big time.

Alex will never have our support. Never.

Thanks, gents. I appreciate it.

Come on, let's bring it in.

Okay.

It's a travesty, is what it is.

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places

Worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are Filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow

No tomorrow…

I find it kind of funny…

They know. Somehow, the pigeons always know.

The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take…

We love you, Alex!

CEO! CEO! CEO! CEO!

CEO! CEO! CEO!

Mad world

And I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take When people run…

Stop it. How would you like it if I took a shit on you?

Seriously.

You can hop back on when I come out.

Hi, Mum.

Good heavens, Damien.

What's happened to you?

I got fired.

Can I come in?

Oh God.

Chris! Your brother-in-law's covered in shit!

Oh, what's happened?

I get it now.

Women have been in charge here since the beginning of time.

The truth is I never had a chance.

I mean, they knew it. They all bloody knew it.

Well done for trying, love.

Aw. Thanks, Dad. That's sweet.

Hey, um, I've got a friend of mine who's a… He's a solicitor.

He… He goes to my spin class.

He deals with cases like this.

You wanna talk to him?

I mean, what we've got here is clearly a fraudulent vetting process for CEO

coupled with wrongful termination.

At the least, we will get your job back.

Good.

I do have to warn you, though. These things, they can get ugly.

Are you committed

to holding Atlas accountable and making them pay?

Absolutely.

You are my inspiration.

-Thank you. -I'm inspired.

This is precisely why we try to avoid hiring men.

We need to confirm, Alex,

that there isn't anything that they could perhaps use against us.

Nothing inappropriate?

Well, we did have sex once.

Oh God.

-But only once. -When?

Well, right before I, uh…

Bef… before I fired him.

Oh, fuck me.

Sorry, I realize now that was poor judgment on my part.

Poor judgment? This is the Titanic of bad decisions.

He's got us by the ovaries.

If we're gonna fight back, we need ammunition.

Is there anything you observed at Atlas

that we could possibly use against Alex?

Any interactions of a sexual nature with lower-level employees?

Tell them, Damien.

-Think, Damien. -Tell them what you told me.

All we need is one instance of inappropriate behavior,

and there's a good chance we can win this

and get you installed as CEO.

-Tell them. -Can you think of anything?

Damien, we have to tell it.

-Anything at all? -Tell them about the secret.

We've already lost one major client,

and word is there are more on the way.

Glenda, please don't worry about the clients. I can handle them.

One bright spot is that, for some reason,

their team have yet to bring up the fact that Alex slept with Damien.

They haven't?

-Not a word. -Why do you think that is?

No idea.

Frankly, it makes no sense.

-Is there nothing to be done? -It's a challenge.

The public loves an underdog story.

-Alex? -Yes?

Thank you for joining us, but I'm sure, as CEO,

you have other things you need to be doing right now.

I do.

Thank you.

Well, well.

Time to make a change.

-Alex? -Damien.

What are you doing here?

-We're not supposed to have any contact. -Why didn't you tell them we had sex?

I don't know.

It would've made your case a slam dunk. Why didn't you do it?

Oh, sorry. Yeah, I've gotta take this.

Glenda. Hi.

Yes.

I understand.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

You have just been made CEO.

-Cool! -Wow!

CEO?

It's okay. I'm happy for you.

I think. It's complicated, obviously.

I will just have to get used to you being the one in charge.

The one in charge?

So that means…

Wait, I'm not ready to go back yet.

Wait! Wait, I'm not ready to go back yet!

-Please! No, Alex, don't go away. -Damien, what's going on?

Please stay!

Can you hear me?

-What's your name? -Alex?

Alex? Mate, get off the pavement.

Do, do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do…

Alex?

Do, do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do…

Oh my God.

I'm back.

Welcome to Atlas.

Felicity?

-You're alive. -Of course I am.

-You're alive! -I'm always here, 23 years.

-Oh. -What's got into you? Oh, darling.

You dirty animal.

What? Are… Are you all right, Damien?

You look pale. Would you like me to get you a cup of tea?

-Alex. Alex? -Oh dear. He's gone.

Alex?

-Ruby? Ruby? -Mm-hmm?

-Where's Alex? -Didn't she just quit very loudly?

Oh, I'm such a dick!

No, you're not.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

You've been my assistant for far too long.

-You need a promotion. -Damien, are you high?

No, no, no, I promise you I'm gonna recommend you

to be part of the senior management.

You deserve it.

-Okay. -But I need a favor.

I need Alex's address. Right now. It's an emergency, please.

I'll get that for you now.

Damien. Damien.

Love the new Guinness campaign.

Rope me in when you come to audition the girls, yeah?

-You know what I mean? -I do know what you mean.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

-Got it? -Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Damien, what's going on?

-What the fuck's happened to you? -I've grown up, Fred.

Maybe you should too.

Everyone.

I wanna apologize for being such an arsehole.

I'm gonna try and make things right.

I promise.

-And, Glenda… -Uh-oh.

-Thank you for everything. -Hey?

But you are far too intelligent

to be the cleaner.

Plus, you can out-drink any man alive.

Things are gonna change.

Ooh.

Clearly on drugs at work.

-Sorry, is that yours? -Oh. Yes, thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, my cat.

Nice to see you.

Charlie. Thank goodness.

Is your mum in?

Who are you? How do you know my name?

I'm Damien.

Damien from work?

-Yes. Yes. -The one who just fired my mum?

-Well, technically, she quit. -Sure.

No, don't close the d-- Alex?

Alex?

-Oh, piss off. -Alex.

I need you to come back to Atlas.

-Sorry? -You can't quit.

I need you. We need you.

Atlas needs you.

Please leave. Leave.

Listen, I read your Guinness pitch. It's brilliant.

It's… It's creative and original,

and the copy's simple and elegant.

"Love takes time, but it's worth it."

Why didn't you feel this way this morning?

Well, because I'm a complete arsehole.

I hadn't read it. I lied to you.

But I have now, and it's convinced me

that we would be just so lucky to have you running the campaign at Atlas.

You disrespected me.

You insulted me.

And you flat-out told me that I was only there for the optics.

I'm so sorry.

You've never taken me seriously, and you made me feel invisible.

I was awful, and I was wrong.

And, Alex, I'm gonna make it up to you.

Just tell me

what I need to do to convince you to come back.

I want Austin to know that I'll be the one running the campaign.

Done.

And I want the same salary as the male creative directors.

Absolutely.

-And I want an office. -Fine.

In fact, I want your office.

The only problem is, I'm in my office.

-Right. Come on. -Okay, fine. You can have it.

You… You deserve it.

What exactly has happened to you in the last three hours?

Well, I… I hit my head.

And then when I woke up…

-I just wanna be a better man. -You hit your head?

So you're concussed right now? I mean, you…

Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow?

You know what? I'll put it in writing.

What is it?

Just sort of…

sort of déjà… déjà vu.

Can we go back to the office and make it official?

Um…

Please. Go for it. I was gonna go for a skate anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch your teeth on that thing, please.

-What? -Just be really careful, okay?

Sure.

Just…

I'm bringing mace.

Yeah, that's completely understandable. It's actually encouraged.

Ladies first.

No, please.

After you.

I feel like I'm never gonna get this right.

Well, that's a good start.

So there we have it.

That is our story.

And the beautiful thing is,

not only did Damien get what he deserved,

so did Alex.

Hush now, child

And don't you cry

Your folks might understand you

By and by

Just move on up

Toward your destination

Though you may find from time to time

Complication…

And maybe, just maybe,

living happily ever after.

Well, never mind about all that. How do I get out of here?

This isn't about you, Fred.

This is about them.

Take nothing less

Than the supreme best

Do not obey rumors people say

'Cause you can pass the test

Just move on up

For peace you will find

Into the steeple of beautiful people

Where there's only one kind

So hush now, child

And don't you cry

Your folks might understand you

By and by

Move on up

And keep on wishing

Remember your dream Is your only scheme

So keep on pushing

Bite your lip

And take the trip

Though there may be wet road ahead

And you cannot slip

Just move on up

To a greater day

With just a little faith You can put your mind to it

You can surely do it