Original subtitles

? ("COME YE SONS OF ART" BY HENRY PURCELL PLAYING) ?

? Come, ye Sons of Art Come away ?

? Tune all your voices And instruments play ?

? To celebrate, to celebrate This triumphant day ?

? Tune all your voices... ?

- Hi. - GABRIEL DUVAL: Hi.

? To celebrate, to celebrate This triumphant day ?

- ? (SONG CONCLUDES) ? - CARLA DUVAL: How are you?

- Life? School? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Any girls you like? - (CUTLERY CLINKING)

Or boys?

- I'm in a throuple... - Hmm.

GABRIEL: ...with two guys from the rugby team.

- It's really serious. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Be fine if you were.

You started shaving.

Like a year ago.

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

(SNIFFS) So why don't you just... tell me

what you brought me here to tell me?

(CLICKS TONGUE, EXHALES)

It's okay. No one's listening.

Carla Duval!

- (SHUSHES) - GABRIEL: Carla Duval is here!

No one cares.

Okay.

It's Morgan.

- Is he sick? - CARLA: No.

Listen, I know how... close you are,

you and your stepfather.

- And that will never change. - You're getting a divorce.

(EXHALES)

Nothing will change for you.

Morgan and I... We'll stay friends.

GABRIEL: He cheated.

- I'm not saying that. - You're not denying it.

I will always love and respect him.

? (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

(CHUCKLES) Wow.

It's as bad as that?

? (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ?

? (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

MICHAEL STEFANOU: So this is what we're looking at.

Thirty million in year one,

becoming 340 million by year five.

Now, a decade into the marriage,

we estimate Henderson's worth at- all his companies, assets,

bits and bobs- at around one billion pounds.

I mean, that would qualify as a change of circumstance.

Yeah. You put these numbers in front of an arbitrator,

they'll have to agree. Prenup doesn't hold.

- But can you prove it? - Yeah.

Give me the forensic accountant for a couple more weeks,

- I'll definitely be able- - Weeks? We have days.

We need statements, company records.

It's urgent. So let's you and I do that together.

? (LOW RIVETING MUSIC PLAYING) ?

What we need is a story.

Personal, emotional. The feeling of these numbers.

Whoever the arbitrator ends up being

needs to understand

that the prenup isn't just worthless.

It's a miscarriage of justice.

- We need... - The Shawshank Redemption.

Or at least Erin Brockovich.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

Why don't you just go and listen

with a glass against the door, babe?

- SAEED MASOOD: Yeah, I thought Serena put him on the case? - Hmm. She did.

And yet he's still out here with the menials.

Your word, not mine.

Cleo, call Carla.

Tell her I'm inviting some of the team over for lunch.

- CLEO HYLAND: Yeah, will do. - Uh, Johnny, you're coming too.

- Bring a notebook. - ? (MUSIC BUILDS) ?

Unlucky.

(GROANS) See ya later, wankers.

(SMACKS LIPS) Hmm. Bye.

BEATRICE UBOSI: You don't have to pretend your flight's delayed

if you want to stay another night, Jefferson.

Of course, you can claim it. Of course, you can claim it.

Then why ask me if you know you can't?

What? What tone?

- I have to go. I love you too. - ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

Ah! If all marriages were as harmonious as yours...

- BEATRICE: Don't. - (DOOR CLOSES)

ST. JOHN SMALLWOOD: We'd be having a lot less fun.

We'd be doing fine.

ST. JOHN: Not that it's any of my business.

If your man gets caught, it's us who gets fucked.

Eh, he won't. He's become useful to them now.

All sense of perfidiousness is on pause.

- I don't like it. - I know.

Even though I agreed to it.

- Well, you did. - It must never get back.

(SIGHS) Look, if David Schill is giving pocket money

to some random kid from a rival firm,

it has very little to do with us.

BEATRICE: St. John...

If indeed that is what is happening.

I'm serious.

We go to arbitration. We protect the prenup

and make a settlement as fast as possible.

Then all this goes away.

No one ever has to find out about the boy

or that Morgan can't actually pull

25-year-old girls anymore.

- Least of all Morgan. - BEATRICE: (LAUGHS) Exactly.

The innocent victim of a sordid scam.

Poor man. Look.

We don't have any final say on who the arbitrator is.

We served, so we get to shortlist.

Five names, but they get to pick.

So we send them five names.

ST. JOHN: They research those names.

Yes.

ST. JOHN: Discover four of those names look

- like they might side with us... - And they pick the fifth,

the lawyer who will side with them.

Except that's the arbitrator we really wanted all along.

That's why I like working with you.

And why Jefferson's always on his best behavior.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

SERENA BYRNE: How'd it go with Gabriel?

Well, everything's my fault, obviously,

because everything's always my fault.

He has no idea what I've given up for him.

I should have taken him to the cottage in Normandy,

and told him there.

All that sea air.

(SIGHS) He'll come round, just you wait.

Takes after you.

- CARLA: Entitled? - SERENA: Headstrong.

Need that fire now, Carla.

Need to find the change of circumstance

in your marriage, break the prenup,

get you what you deserve.

CARLA: What about the fact that he slept with someone else?

- (SIGHS) Carla... - 'Cause that wasn't in the wedding vows.

...we've spoken about that.

We've spoken about it in the legal sense.

We've not talked about the fact

that it makes him a piece of shit.

We should be going after the terms

of the original prenup.

Make the case that you were badly advised,

you didn't know what you were agreeing to,

bring a malpractice suit against the original lawyers

because they never should have agreed to such unfavorable terms.

That's what we'd do in New York.

Maybe he's right.

Nicholas was the original lawyer.

Yeah. And that's what makes it such a good play.

NORA OKAFOR: So you're saying sue Nicholas?

Not personally, no.

The firm that he was working for,

before Taylor and Byrne was ever set up.

They'll never see it coming.

No, they won't,

because even they don't think we're that stupid.

(SIGHS) Need a cigarette.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I'll go. I can get �em.

Carla, you said Gabriel had no idea what you'd given up.

What did you mean by that?

- Projects I've turned down. - NORA: Lucrative ones?

Superhero films. You know, green screen.

A lot of waiting around.

NORA: And now you're doing fringe theatre?

- CARLA: Yeah. - ? (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING)

- AH versus BH. - Yeah.

- NORA: Reduced earning capacity. - Yeah, could work.

If we can prove you've sacrificed

career opportunities for your family, for Morgan,

that could be the change of circumstance

we're looking for.

We argue that things have somewhat...

you know, um... (CHUCKLES)

Trying to find the right word here, um...

That your earnings have, uh...

That my earnings have...?

Well...

nosedived.

? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

BELLA CROFT: She wants me there,

which means she wants you there

because everyone else is bringing a partner.

Christ, it's like I've been stressing out

this whole time about getting in her good books,

and now I actually am, it's even more terrifying. (LAUGHS)

Hey, this is good. This is good.

I'm gonna try my best to be there, all right?

BELLA: (OVER CELL PHONE) No, you will be there.

Johnny, I would not be being such a dick about this

if it wasn't ever so slightly massively fucking important.

JOHNNY WARREN: Look, I can't really talk right now. I'm at work.

You're meant to tell me that I'm not being a dick about it.

Yeah, but I swore I'd never tell you a lie.

BELLA: (CHUCKLES) Fuck you.

JOHNNY: Listen, I'm gonna be there, I promise.

Oh, and it's black tie.

JOHNNY: I haven't got a black tie.

- (LIGHTER CLICKS) - BELLA: Then get one, Johnny.

Please. I need you to do this for me.

- (DIAL TONE BEEPS) - (CELL PHONE CLICKS)

Sorry about that.

- What's her name? - (CLICKS TONGUE) Bella.

She wants to show you off. In the black tie.

That you don't have.

- Yeah. Yep. - (CARLA CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll get your number, send you the details

for Morgan's tailor. Tell them I sent you.

- ? (RIVETING MUSIC PLAYING) ? - I...

Are you sure?

His money is our money, remember?

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

I'll see you up there.

Yes, I'll see you in a bit.

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - (DOOR OPENS)

- ? (MUSIC LOWERS) ? - (NICHOLAS TAYLOR CLEARS THROAT)

I need high-grade pharmaceuticals.

(CHUCKLES) I can offer aspirin and a cup of tea.

You're not allowed to make me tea, remember?

Not in the office.

Well, in that case, you can just have

the five arbitrators Cathcarts sent over.

Come on, Eeyore. You live for this, remember?

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

- ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ? - Okay, here are the rules of the game.

We work out which of these five supposedly neutral arbitrators

they want us to choose, then we choose the opposite.

Someone who'll wipe their asses with the prenup

when they come in for the opening session.

Well, Taverner's off the table immediately

because he went to school with Henderson.

Grann's too green, Foster's too bright.

He'll try and turn it into an intellectual argument,

which is dangerous for both firms

and interesting only to him.

Daphne Jones-Johnson is the one they want us to pick.

Divorced herself, got rid of PNAs in the past,

track record of favoring wives in her judgements...

We're still working on what the catch is.

There must be one.

JOY "BUDGIE" BUDGE: They wouldn't put her up if there wasn't.

SERENA: Who's Mary Chebet?

Who the fuck is Mary Chebet? It's the question of the day.

There was so much digging required here

we thought she might've been included just to waste our time.

It turns out she's an end-of-the-pier battle-axe.

She'll never go for it in a million years.

So they're steering us towards Jones-Johnson,

Foster or Grann.

BUDGIE: Again, nobody wants Foster.

And Jones-Johnson is the bait.

Leaving Grann, inexperienced in arbitration,

but plenty of flying hours as a barrister.

In fact, if you look deeper,

she starts to look like the perfect candidate,

but what they're hoping we don't spot

is that she worked for Beatrice when she first qualified.

- Oh... - So Grann is the real trap.

Yes, or she should be.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

- Oh, my God, Michael! - MICHAEL: What?

This is from an interview she gave to a feminist group

in 2009, in which she says,

that prenuptial agreements are...

"Almost without fail..."

? (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING) ?

"...morally and inherently unfair."

I think they might have fucked themselves in the foot.

SERENA: I agree.

NICHOLAS: Those fucking foot fuckers.

(SERENA CHUCKLES)

? (DRAMATIC MUSIC OVERLAPPING) ?

MORGAN HENDERSON: Took the tube today for the first time in years,

and as I was walking here, I realized I was being followed,

stalked by a bus with a poster of Carla's dreadful film.

- ? (MUSIC FADES) ? - She's trolling me via public bloody transport.

ST. JOHN: Yes, and I know you, Morgan.

You prefer to be trolled in the traditional way.

- Yes. - On a social media platform.

Yes, preferably my own.

What's wrong with good old green ink?

She knows, in arbitration, you'll be the picture of calm.

Leave us to holler and flail,

make her look like the unreasonable one,

the one who spends, uh,

300 pounds on hand-cut Norwegian ice.

She only did that once, to be fair.

Well, once is one time too many.

MORGAN: I just want this over with.

It will be.

This should all be over in a couple of days.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - ST. JOHN: Come.

Mr. Henderson? I'm sorry, but he was quite insistent.

Gabe.

I'll, um, give you some space.

Morgan, we can talk later.

Gabriel.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So it's true? You're getting a divorce?

- Does Mum know you're here? - Answer the question.

We were supposed to tell you this together.

(SIGHS) Why?

- Why are we getting a divorce? - GABRIEL: Yes.

Uh...

It's awful, actually, Gabe.

Your mum, she farts in bed,

and I can't- I just can't take it anymore...

The truth.

People fall out of love. That's the sad truth, Gabe.

And you're old enough to hear it.

No one's parents are in love.

But they make it work, or they make the best of it.

Why can't you guys do that?

(SIGHS) You know something, the older you get,

the harder it is to answer questions like that.

Look.

Go to my hotel, watch a bit of telly.

Order whatever food you want, all right?

- They have burgers. - Oh, they have fucking burgers!

Please.

I'll be back this evening. We'll talk then. I promise.

GABRIEL: You cheated on her, didn't you?

- That's what she made out. - What?

Or she cheated on you.

- Nobody's cheated, Gabe. - GABRIEL: Bullshit.

? (SOFT PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

I knew it. She fucking cheated. I always knew one of you would.

- All right, that's enough. - GABRIEL: She lied.

- She lied to the both of us. - MORGAN: No, she didn't.

It was me. I... had a meaningless thing,

but that's not why we're splitting up.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(HESITATES) Look, just give me one second, all right?

- Gillian? Yeah. Uh, what time? - (SCOFFS)

(SCOFFS)

I'll see you back at the hotel.

Fuck you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Yeah, yeah. (HESITATES) Yeah, I can do that. Yeah.

? (MUSIC FADES) ?

Okay, let's do that.

- Are we connected? - Yeah.

- (MONITOR BEEPS) - Yeah?

- Yeah. Should be it. Hello. - Oh, here he is. Hi!

- Hi. - MICHAEL: Hey, Mr. Marshall. Hi.

Look, before we get into this, we just want to say

that both Nora and I are huge fans of your movies.

- You are? - NORA: Absolutely, yes.

- Which ones? - (BOTH HESITATE)

GAVIN MARSHALL: Just kidding.

- (CHUCKLES) - Oh, God. Thank you.

So you're repping Carla in her divorce?

- MICHAEL: Confidentially, yes. - NORA: Yeah.

And you want to know

about this movie she nearly did for me?

Yes, so specifically, had she not turned down the role,

what she would have stood to earn.

So, we understand that it's not just an acting fee,

it's also a share of the, uh, future profits?

Oh, if she'd accepted the role,

she'd have earned low seven figures,

box office share

might have added half again, maybe.

- Right. - GAVIN: But here's the thing.

She didn't accept the role.

Oh, yeah, we know that, but if she-

GAVIN: No, wait, wait. She didn't accept the role

because she was never offered the role.

NORA: Too expensive, too difficult.

- Too not famous enough. - Okay.

We said that we understood that she turned it down

so she could spend more time with the family.

He said that was BS, then total BS.

Then BFS.

- Bull-fucking-shit. - Okay.

He then said something even more unhelpful.

He said that, he thought, if anything,

she wanted to get away from her family.

NORA: Not exactly the maternal type.

MICHAEL: Sorry. I thought that might work.

? (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING) ?

I think it still might.

I think it's rather brilliant.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Cleo? Send a driver for Carla.

- Tell her it's urgent. - Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

Just gonna make a tea. Do you want one?

- Uh, yeah. Thanks. - Saeed?

SAEED: No, I'm all right.

- ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ? - (LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

- ? ("RULE ONE" BY KOJEY RADICAL PLAYING OVER SPEAKER) ? - ? I was sittin' sideways ?

? Born in the days where you Stand by what you say ?

? Never let a broke boy Know you gettin' paid ?

? Never let a quick lay Lay up where you stay ?

? Never let them step up On the carpet that you pray ?

? Number two, simple as can be I mean, it's nothing new ?

? A broken heart expensive I don't think many recoup ?

- (CELL PHONE CHIMES) - ? That honey trap was sweet ?

? Now it's give me the loot Give me the loot ?

I mean, my character's an aristocrat

that stands to lose everything.

I think I'm in a better position to understand her

than some polyamorous German Gen Z.

- What are we doing here? - (SERENA CLICKS TONGUE)

I have an idea to put in front of the arbitrator tomorrow.

- Another one? - Oh, but this one is good.

You're not gonna like it.

You told me before

about Morgan's bond with Gabriel.

They spent a lot of time together while you were away.

Filming.

The prenup, written when Gabe was tiny,

doesn't factor him in

because Morgan wasn't a father to him then. But now...

In fact, one could say, if one was so minded,

that he's been more of a parent to Gabriel than...

(HESITATES) ...than- than...

anyone could have ever anticipated.

Gabe's his dependent.

And there isn't a bigger bloody change of circumstance

on the planet than parenthood.

You're right.

- I don't like it. - SERENA: This will work.

You watch. This will win the argument.

And hey, you said yourself, about Morgan and Gabriel,

how close they are.

That's not the part I don't like.

Your argument, the one you're not admitting to,

is that Morgan is a good parent

and I'm not.

Yes.

It's not the easiest job in the world,

just to warn you.

(SIGHS) I am not saying that it is the truth.

I'm saying that is how the world sees it.

Because women like us are judged in a way that men never are.

I know it's a double standard.

Let's fucking use that double standard.

Do you really think I'm a bad mother?

How often does a father ask himself that?

The irony is I wanted to keep this whole process civil

for Gabe's sake.

But maybe I just want to win.

Make him suffer like I did.

Fuck someone and send him photos.

Well, maybe don't do that.

Do you really think we can win with this argument tomorrow?

(INHALES)

Yes.

? (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Okay, then.

- (DISTANT SIREN WAILING) - (TRAFFIC HONKING)

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

(NOTIFICATION BEEPS)

? (MUSIC TURNS DRAMATIC) ?

Oh, Jesus.

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

? (MUSIC FADES) ?

? (SOFT DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING) ?

- ? ("ESCAPE" BY NEMZZZ PLAYING OVER SPEAKER) ? - (SNORTS, SNIFFS)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Nice place, man.

- (BOTTLE POPS OPEN) - Yeah. It's okay, I guess.

My parents are never here.

My brother's in Boston doing his MBA. So...

So...

So, who gives a fuck? (CHUCKLES)

GUEST: (SCREAMS) Sorry!

Oh, you clumsy fuckers.

- Don't worry about it. - Yeah, exactly. (CHUCKLES)

Money's like the one thing that's not the fucking problem.

Way I see it, they've fucked up the entire planet.

Fucked up politics. Everything.

- It's the end of fucking days. - (CHUCKLES)

In ten years' time, we'll all be fighting over water rations

- as the nukes come over. - Yeah, not me, man.

My dad's getting AI

to design him a bunker in New Zealand.

Uh, wait, no, no, no.

That is the one bottle we cannot touch.

- Who wants some whiskey? - (GUESTS CHEERING)

Dude, that's like 10K a bottle, you fucking madman.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

THIBAULT H�RLIMANN: (GROANS) That's fucking rank, bro!

Then one would match that

with a white marcella cotton shirt.

What is sir thinking?

I'm thinking about what my dad used to say.

(SNIFFS) That any dickhead can wear a suit.

- But he's wrong, isn't he? - (INTERCOM BUZZES)

Not everyone gets to wear one of these.

(DOOR OPENS)

On Mr. Henderson's account, yes?

Yes, that's fine.

(DOOR CLOSES)

DAVID SCHILL: Well?

They're gonna argue that Morgan's become

Gabriel's de facto father.

When they signed the prenup, Carla was a single mother.

Now, because Morgan did the decent thing

and took an interest, it's like Gabriel's losing a dad.

And losing a dad at that age, that stings.

Meaning the prenup's outdated.

- JOHNNY: That's the one. - DAVID: Thank you, Simon.

You're welcome.

(CARD READER BEEPS)

I have my 16-year-old stepson staying,

so you might need to grunt hello,

pretend to understand his musical references,

- that kind of thing. - (CHUCKLES)

Gabe?

Gabe?

Must've gone to see his mother. Scotch, beer, water?

- Uh, no thanks. - Not for me, thank you.

Steven has some interesting ideas

for preventing Carla

getting hold of any Zephyr stock.

"Interesting" as in fraudulent?

Perfectly legal.

Simply depends on whether you trust Gillian here. (LAUGHS)

GILLIAN POPE: Morgan.

We can do this another time.

- No, I'm listening. - STEVEN DIXON: Right. (CLEARS THROAT)

So all you'd have to do is to transfer the entirety

of your holdings in Zephyr into Gillian's name.

Gift them, temporarily,

and Carla and her lawyers can't touch you.

Rather brilliant, don't you think?

MORGAN: Oh, ingenious.

Stop Carla getting anything by giving it all away first.

Why didn't I think of that? Is he billing us for this?

- It's a smart move. - Is it?

So you don't trust her then? (LAUGHS)

You got a mortgage, Steven?

School fees? A second home in Cornwall

you can't really afford? How much to pay it all off?

A million? Two?

Something like that.

Here.

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

That's worth a million. Or thereabouts.

It's yours.

No strings.

If... you strip. Down to your socks. Right now.

(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY, HESITATES)

- I'm serious. - STEVEN: I mean, Jesus.

Why?

Call it a bored rich man's whim.

You've got five seconds to decide.

- Five, four. - Morgan.

Three, two, one.

- Enough, enough, enough, enough. - ? (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ?

It's not that I don't trust Gillian,

or even my soon-to-be ex-wife or anyone.

It's just that for people like me,

the word "trust" loses all meaning.

That's what you get after about the first, oh, hundred mil.

And then you get this insight

that there are no lengths to which people won't go.

There's nothing they won't do to debase themselves,

to humiliate themselves, and you,

if they think they can get a slice.

I would let you have this, but, um, Carla gave it to me.

She's probably gonna ask for it back.

I'm interrupting.

No. No, St. John.

It's the other way around. We'll, uh, leave you to it.

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

- Night, Gillian. - GILLIAN: Good night.

- MORGAN: Night. - (DOOR OPENS)

GABE: (OVER VOICEMAIL) It's Gabe. Leave a message.

- MORGAN: Fuck. - ST. JOHN: Problem?

I'm worried Gabriel's gone out drinking

in a city he thinks he knows from Instagram,

but he's barely ever been to.

ST. JOHN: How old is he now?

(SIGHS) Sixteen.

Well,

we remember what it was like at that age, don't we?

MORGAN: That's what I'm worried about.

Morgan, they're going to use Gabriel

as a change of circumstance.

They're gonna argue

that you've become a father to him.

And legally, you're nothing of the kind.

So you have to tell the arbitrator

- that you're not his father... - (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

...that he's Carla's son, tolerated by you

because you were married to his mother.

She wouldn't call me if she wasn't worried about him.

ST. JOHN: Morgan, you let it go to voicemail,

- and you let her handle it. - (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

- (SIGHS) - (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

- (SIGHS) - ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

BELLA: Hi. How you doing?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Hi.

? (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

BELLA: Yes! (CHUCKLES) Hot!

- Wow. Wow. - BELLA: Oh, my God.

- (KISSES) Nervous? - Never.

- Lying? - Totally.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

- BELLA: Hi. You okay? - Hang on.

- Oh, shit. - ? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

I should get this. Just quickly.

- Johnny. - JOHNNY: I'll be two minutes.

Promise?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you in there. - BELLA: Okay.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

- Hello? - CARLA: Johnny, it's Carla.

Serena's not answering. I really need your help.

Oh, of course. Uh, it's fine. Where are you?

CARLA: I'm in the car. I've just left Holland Park.

I can pick you up.

? ("TEST" BY ATICH & AJ TRACEY PLAYING) ?

- (SNORTS) - ? (SONG CONTINUES OVER SPEAKER) ?

(CHUCKLES) Fucking hell, mate!

Hole in one! (CHUCKLES) Oh, mate!

- Shit. - Ah! Fuck.

THIBAULT: So, they're getting divorced, then?

(CHUCKLES) Your parents?

Uh, my parents heard your, um, dad moved out.

Rented some new place.

Yeah, he's away with work stuff.

Right.

So he cheated, then?

That's why you're here, wrecking my house. (CHUCKLES)

Fuck you.

Oh, look, man, big fucking deal.

Humans aren't built for monogamy.

It... It's all a big con. Everyone knows that.

And men like Morgan Henderson,

they certainly aren't built for it.

I mean, with his money, he could literally have,

like, model-level women every night.

What, you seriously expect him to stay with just one?

Uh, no offence to your mum, you know. She's hot.

He's probably been doing this for years, man.

Shut the fuck up.

(SCOFFS) Look, I'm being serious.

You know, we can learn from him. Marriage is a con.

Men like him, like us, we don't need it.

I said fuck off.

You fucking incel.

- Incel? (CHUCKLES) - ? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

Mate, I'm just telling you the truth.

Everyone cheats.

Everyone knows your mum fucked half of Hollywood.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

- (GROANS) - ? (SONG CONTINUES) ?

(GUESTS CLAMORING)

- Fucking cunt! - Fuck! Stop, stop!

? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

NICHOLAS: Right. I've got the forensic accountant call.

You've got the Zoom with the doula.

Her name's Vanessa. I had a good chat with her.

I told her you were busy, but excited to meet her too.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

What are you doing?

I am clearing your background.

I want to speak to the forensic accountant.

- Really? - I like forensic accountants.

I know, but he's not going to answer questions

on nipple attachment anxiety, is he?

(CHUCKLES) At least I hope not.

Good luck.

Her name's Vanessa.

- (LAPTOP CHIMES) - VANESSA: (OVER CALL) Serena?

SERENA: Hi. Hi, Vanessa.

- (DISTANT SIREN WAILING) - ? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

CARLA: I tracked his phone to somewhere around here,

but he switched it off.

So either he's done something stupid

or he's about to.

How old did you say he was again? Sixteen?

CARLA: Hmm.

- What? - Nothing.

Just thinking what would have happened

if my mum went looking for me on a night out when I was 16.

I'm really worried, Johnny.

- This is my fault. - It's not.

It's not your fault. Sorry.

This is the kid that responded to Gabriel's post. Thibault.

- Thibault? - JOHNNY: Thibault.

"Who wants to get fucked up?"

The answer is Thibault H�rlimann.

So, we find Thibault H�rlimann, we find Gabriel, okay?

- Okay? Yeah? - Okay.

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

VANESSA: Well, I can be more than just a doula.

I can be your nanny.

But I will need spending money, my own keys and access to a car.

I'm sure all of that can be arranged.

Oh. Then it's done. Easy.

I will look after your baby. Bath, sleep, walk.

You don't have to think about it.

It's not that I don't want to think about it.

Because you are a career woman.

I do the bottle, you do the laptop.

Thelma and Louise. (CHUCKLES)

Didn't they go off the side of a cliff?

? (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING) ?

(GUESTS CHATTERING)

(RETCHES, COUGHS)

Get it out.

? (TENSE MUSIC OVERLAPPING) ?

Gabe!

Gabe! (SCOFFS)

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

JOHNNY: Gabe! Stop!

Gabe! Gabe!

(BOTH GROAN)

- (JOHNNY PANTS) - Who the fuck are you?

Your mum's lawyer.

- What? - ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

GABRIEL: I'll go to the hospital and then I'll go to the police.

JOHNNY: (HESITATES) Police?

Right, okay.

GABRIEL: I'm not a liar. I fuck up and I own it.

Mate, they'll charge you with supply.

Best case, you get kicked out of school

and that's the best case.

- It's a shithole anyway. - I mean it.

This is serious trouble for you and your parents.

I don't give a fuck about getting them in trouble.

They deserve it.

(SMACKS LIPS) I was your age, right,

when my mum and dad got a divorce.

And everyone goes on about how you get two Christmases

and I just fucking hated it.

One Christmas Eve,

I took my dad's car out without asking him.

His Mondeo. His pride and joy.

And I crashed it into some bins outside a Co-op.

Proper wrecked it. And he was so fucking angry.

I just... I didn't give a shit. I just thought...

"Now you know how it feels."

So, you know, go to the police, get yourself arrested,

get kicked out of school, do whatever.

It's not gonna stop them from splitting up.

They've fucked up their lives. Don't fuck up yours as well.

Come on.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Sorry to ruin your evening.

JOHNNY: Ah, no, don't be silly. You didn't...

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

Oh. She liked it, by the way.

The whistle. The suit.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't blame her.

? ("GIVE ME A SMILE" BY THANDII PLAYING) ?

? Hey girl ?

? Give me a smile ?

? I want a holiday ?

? On your island Island, island ?

? Did you ?

? Hear what I said ?

? And did it hurt ?

? When you fell from ?

? Really love... ?

- (DOOR OPENS) - JOHNNY: I'm sorry.

Bella, I'm sorry.

BELLA: What the fuck was all that about?

- That was a work thing. - No, you abandoned me.

That was a work thing. I'm sorry.

- No, no, that's not- - It's my fault. It's my fault.

- It's my fault. Come here. - You can't-

You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry.

- God, you smell so good. - It can't happen again.

What?

I was so- I was so embarrassed.

(JOHNNY BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GASPS) I'm fucking angry at you.

I'm angry at me too.

? But I'll ask you to wave ?

? Ask you to smile Ask you to stare me out ?

(BOTH MOAN)

? (SONG CONTINUES) ?

- ? (SONG CONCLUDES) ? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

JOHNNY: Sorry. Which floor?

BEATRICE: We're going where you're going.

- (ELEVATOR DINGS) - ? (MUSIC STOPS) ?

(SIGHS)

? (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

(GRUNTS)

JOHNNY: All right?

They're gonna accuse him of caring about her son.

- Have you heard this? - No.

Right. Well, either he admits that it's true,

which breaks the prenup,

or he has to look the kid in the eye

and tell him he doesn't care.

Ain't that brilliant?

(CHUCKLES) You see, this is why they're so good.

'Cause even now, with the enemy in the building,

they're still working the case.

SERENA: The other side have just arrived, so let's, um...

We can just pick this up later.

NICHOLAS: (OVER CELL PHONE) No, I'm not interested in that. Right now, this is our priority.

Did you hear what I said?

SERENA (OVER CELL PHONE) Oh, God, don't look at me.

They'll know that we're talking.

Okay. Do you think, once the baby comes...

Do you really think we need a nanny,

or should one of us stay home?

Should I be staying at home?

? (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

Would you rather stay at home?

We've just set up a law firm.

Would you rather stay at home?

SERENA: (SIGHS) God, I don't know how I'm gonna feel.

(SIGHS)

Or even if I can do this at all, Nicky.

Hey, hey, of course not. Nei- Neither do I.

It's not something we've ever done before.

It's not work. We can't plan it.

Well, we didn't plan it.

But that's... (CHUCKLES) that's why it is so exciting.

(CHUCKLES)

Hmm.

NICHOLAS: Just take each day as it comes.

Besides, you know what they say.

If people knew in advance how crazy it would be,

no one would bother having any children.

Great.

Hey.

- Serena. - Yeah.

NICHOLAS: Hey, you're gonna be an amazing mother.

We're an amazing team. Let's...

(SIGHS) ...trust that.

Now, could you do your loving husband a huge favor?

Yeah.

NICHOLAS: Get back to fucking work.

Oh, fuck off.

- (CHUCKLES) - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

? (RIVETING MUSIC PLAYING) ?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Good morning. - Morning.

Do help yourselves to snacks.

ST. JOHN: Hmm.

How reassuring, for any client, to see that none of your money

is being wasted on comestibles.

Now, now.

Good to see you.

- And you. - ? (MUSIC FADES) ?

RACHEL: All right.

As you know, the arbitration process

avoids the need for a court hearing,

but any ruling made here will be equally legally binding.

Our task today is to settle the validity

of the prenuptial agreement.

I have details of that contract drawn up in May 2016...

We'll be proposing grounds for its dismissal.

I'm sure. Radmacher versus Granatino establish

that prenuptial agreements properly drafted

should generally be upheld,

a ruling I'm inclined to agree with.

You don't think they might be

disadvantageous to women from a...

From a feminist perspective?

Fairness, transparency, autonomy in marriage,

that's what prenups achieve and that's what

the feminist perspective is interested in too.

Not simply who gets the bigger wad of cash.

- Shall we begin? - Fuck.

Yes, let's.

? (MUSIC FALLS) ?

My client, Carla Duval,

is not present in many of these photos.

Her work took her across the world,

often for months at a time.

At Gabriel's ninth birthday party,

his mother was in Los Angeles promoting a movie.

His biological father was also absent.

But Gabriel's real father was there.

He was always there.

Teaching him to swim, ride a bike, build a fort.

He's in this room.

His name is Morgan Henderson.

They have no legal relationship.

Mr. Henderson never adopted him.

The prenup takes no account of Gabriel,

but the prenup is unfair.

Their circumstances are changed.

Their family is changed.

I challenge anyone to look at those photos

and tell me that Gabriel is not now Morgan's son.

? (MUSIC FADES) ?

I understand your client wishes to make a response.

No, in fact, Ms. Duval will make the response for us.

This was last night, I believe.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

CARLA: (OVER RECORDING) Why are you not answering me?

He came to see you on his own, upset,

and you send him away?

You don't check on him, you don't call me?

You really don't give a shit about me

or Gabriel, do you? You never have.

You've never been a father to him.

You have never been his dad!

Because the only person you really give a shit about

is Morgan fucking Henderson.

I was upset, all right.

What am I supposed to do, repress it?

Make myself ill?

It's what they taught us at Gordonstoun.

What do people think about a short break?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

- I should be ashamed? - He's upset.

His entire life is falling apart.

You weaponized him...

- CARLA: Oh, please. - ...to score points against me.

We agreed to talk to him together

and you went to his school alone

- to turn him against me. - All I have done is been honest with him.

He's 16, you terrible fucking narcissist!

CARLA: Oh, I'm a fucking narcissist?

MORGAN: He doesn't need to hear our shit!

Then stop fucking shouting!

(LOUD BANG)

You're the one that fucking cheated!

You fucking betrayed us.

- What the hell is he doing here? - He wanted to support me.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?

This is horrible. And I'm very sorry about it,

but people get divorced every single day.

You shouldn't be making him a supporting character...

- How dare you? - ...in your mad,

- self-pitying psychodrama. - ? (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

And you...

- Morgan! - MORGAN: And you shouldn't be taking advantage of all this

to behave like an oligarch bloody princeling

'cause you think we're too distracted to care.

I want you on that train back to school this afternoon.

And I'll be calling your headmaster

every day to make sure you are there

and applying yourself. Is that understood?

Gabe?

Gabe.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS SHARPLY)

If you're not his father,

you're doing a mighty good impression.

- (CARD READER BEEPS) - ? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

? (LOW DRAMATIC MUSIC OVERLAPPING) ?

(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

- (DIAL TONE CLICKS) - GILLIAN: Morgan.

MORGAN: The arbitrator's invalidated the fucking prenup.

(SMACKS LIPS) Shit, Morgan.

I'm sorry.

MORGAN: Yeah.

So I've been thinking about what you and your advisor said.

- (BOTTLE POPS) - (BOTTLE CAP RATTLING)

GILLIAN: And?

And I think you should do it.

Let's start moving the money.

I'll get onto that first thing tomorrow.

Thanks.

? (MUSIC RISES) ?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

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