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[theme music playing]

♪ They'll love you When you're up ♪

♪ They'll fit you for a crown ♪

[Maxxx] We made it, baby.

[singer] ♪ But now you're giving up ♪

[Maxxx] They're coming with me.

[singer] ♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ A king or clown? ♪

‐This city knows how to party! ‐♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

Is this guy drunk? What's going on here?

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

‐[indistinct chatter] ‐[police siren wails]

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

[Maxxx] Naughty!

And that is why I'm not allowed

within 50 feet of St. Paul's Cathedral.

‐Fascinating. ‐[upbeat song playing]

‐[man 1] Whoo! ‐[man 2 laughing]

[Maxxx] Oh, swag, swag, swag.

Wow. Don making that kinda money

where you don't even pay tax no more. Jeez.

I'd like you to try a grown‐up strategy.

Strategy? What's there to strategise about?

It's a party, Tamz. [laughs] You're such a square.

Jeez, listen, it's easy.

Just get Don loosened up with some of that liquor,

and by the end of the night, he's gonna be signing me a deal.

‐Trust me on that. ‐Yeah, yeah. No loosening.

You're loose enough.

You made a fool of yourself at the funeral.

It's honestly baffling that we got an invite.

But anyway, here's my plan.

You go with Don, turn on that thing you call charm

that makes me uncomfortable, and play nice.

I will then work the room, and try and find an artist

whose track you can feature in.

‐Would you just focus? ‐Yeah, I am focused!

Are you? So why did you bring your teenage son along?

My dad don't think I mash enough gash.

That is not the phrase I used.

Son, I would have killed for an opportunity like this

at your age. It's gonna be mad out there.

Nah, I'll pass.

But‐‐ but who‐‐ who‐‐ who put me in the fun bus?

This is crazy. You know what, stay in the car.

‐Well, you can't just leave him. ‐We'll wind down the window.

‐He'll be able to breathe. ‐How did you ever qualify

‐to adopt a child? ‐Celebrity pass.

It was much easier in those days.

Tamzin, he'll be fine.

‐[Rose screams] Hi! ‐Oh, shit!

Party time, bitches.

Let's go get fucked.

Man, we're gonna have fun.

[Tamzin] How did you even get past the gate?

[Rose] I just climbed over.

The wall is ten‐foot high with barbed wire.

Yeah, I felt like a little Mexican boy

‐sticking it to Trump. ‐Rose, you're bleeding.

‐Nope. I'm fine. [retching] ‐[Tamzin] Oh, no. No.

[Rose] Wait for me.

♪ Pon de floor! ♪

["Pon de Floor" by Major Laser playing]

[Maxxx] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

What's up, girl? What's your name?

Okay, first things first, we do not split up.

So, Maxxx, I think we should do‐‐ Maxxx?

‐Ma‐‐ ‐Where's Maxxx?

Oh! [stutters] Mr. Wild, I'm so sorry we're late.

You must have thought we got lost.

Tamzin, I don't think about you

‐unless I'm looking at you. ‐Right.

‐Where's Maxxx? ‐Uh, he'll be right with us.

The '62 or the '67? ‐[Don] 'Forty‐six.

‐Okay. ‐I'm so sorry that things got

‐out of hand at the funeral. ‐Oh, are ya?

Yeah, but that wasn't enough for ya, you had to put

the funeral recording on YouTube?

[both stammer]

‐What were you thinking? ‐Well, I would never be

so reckless. No, no, no. It was the‐‐

It was actually, um, you know, it was Rose.

‐Hold up, my bitches. ‐I can explain.

‐Rose is a little bit‐‐ ‐Genius.

A little bit of a ge‐ That shit blew up.

‐Together forever. Oh! ‐[congregation gasping]

You know, the problem with Maxxx is,

nobody gave a shit about Maxxx.

Now, all of a sudden, everybody's talking about Maxxx!

‐That, we can sell. ‐Yes, bitch.

She's a good one, Tamz. Don't lose her.

‐Hey, everybody. ‐[crowd] Yeah. Hey!

Let's suck it out of the cadaver.

‐Whoo! ‐[crowd cheering]

‐[man 1] Suck it. ‐[man 2] Yeah.

Rum with a hint of Listerine.

No, I‐‐ I take my own cutlery to restaurants.

[Maxxx] Ooh, wild party.

Hey, Maxxxy, I got somebody you need to see.

‐Uh‐oh, contract time. ‐No, no. Shut the fuck up.

‐I'm trying to share. ‐Okay. Sorry.

I'm in love, for real, with the greatest woman.

‐Her name is Christy. ‐Mm‐hmm.

Very spiritual. She's in touch with... energies.

‐The greatest energies. ‐[chuckles] Right, right.

Lucky for you, she happens to be a large fan of yours.

Oh, I get‐‐ Okay, okay. [chuckles] Don, Don,

Don, I've got it. Bro. Like‐‐

‐She's really... ‐Listen, I've done so many PAs

‐in my life. I did weddings... ‐...really very important.

...I did bar mitzvahs, I did funerals. [chuckles]

This is really important to me, Maxxx.

‐Yeah, of course. ‐I would kill for her.

Literally. I would stare deep into a man's eyes

while choking the very life out of him,

if he ever messed with her happiness.

‐Yep. ‐You get me?

‐One hundred‐‐ ‐Shh. Say hello.

‐Okay. ‐Yeah.

But don't upset her, okay?

‐Or I'll kill you. ‐Okay.

‐This'll be fun. ‐[lift bell dings]

[lift doors sliding]

[sighs]

[Tamzin] We just need one collaborator.

‐No one's interested. ‐Yeah, I mean,

R Kelly's a bit busy,

'cause he's doing the school run.

Taylor Swift's having boyfriend troubles again.

We need realistic options, Rose.

[Aexose] ♪ But when I'm in The club, I like to get tipsy ♪

♪ Yeah, but I don't even turn Too sipsy ♪

♪ Unless I'm gonna move With bitzy ♪

Oh, my God, oh, my God, it's Aexose.

♪ Yo and I grind screen saver ♪

♪ Better look down When you see the laser ♪

♪ I Will take ya Will I raise ya? ♪

♪ Lyrically speaking Men are like kasar... ♪

We gotta go over. She will love you,

you've both got that, like, urban thing.

‐A what thing? ‐[Rose] Urban.

‐Sorry, what about me is urban? ‐Uh, you're‐‐

Nothing.

[woman] It is often said that the male spider,

usually significantly smaller than the female spider,

is likely to be killed by the female

after the coupling.

["Get Ur Freak On" by Missy Elliott playing]

[woman] In over 60 percent of cases,

the female spider then eats the male spider.

Eats the male spider. Eats the male spider.

Eats the male spider.

♪ In yo' face ♪

♪ Open your mouth Give you a taste ♪

‐[car door closes] ‐What is this, Uber pool?

‐Huh? ‐Is this yours?

‐Yeah. ‐Okay, where's the driver?

Is this a driverless car?

‐Is this the future? ‐No.

Then what the fuck are you doing in my Uber?

‐Is that a whistle? ‐It's my panic alarm.

I think you're safe.

Wait, babe, can I call you back?

I found a class A weirdo here.

So, what you doing out here, whistle?

I was just thinking about stuff.

Hmm, stuff. What stuff?

Ah, oh... Spiders.

Spiders? Oh, my God. You're such a freak. I love it.

Go on, then, tell me more about spiders.

Well, just that... nature encourages us

to do things we need to do by making it pleasurable.

‐Like eating, peeing. ‐Or banging?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

[woman] Eats the male spider. Eats the male spider.

So, why aren't you in the party?

I don't really like people.

Well, maybe that's just because you've been hanging

with the wrong ones.

You need to come back in the party right now,

this guy's give me a fuck a bag of K.

Boss man, call an ambulance, we're getting fucked up.

‐Let's go. ‐It's been a hoot, whistle.

[upbeat music playing]

Lovely. Listen, I was thinking

‐about the comeback. ‐Yeah.

Madrid has these 15,000‐seater‐‐

‐Shh. Christy? ‐Oh, she's here?

‐Christy, my kitten? ‐[gasps, chuckles] Oh!

Oh, I thought some dirty little hood rat

had broken into my boudoir.

[laughs] Oh, 'cause I'm black. Yeah, I get that.

I thought the black don't crack. But you look so old.

‐Oh. [laughs] ‐Still young enough.

Why are these martinis so watered down?

‐Allow me to get you another. ‐No, you won't.

Stay with your fan, talk through your fail.

I'll take care of it. Tout suite. [chuckles]

Yes. See you later.

You're going? Uh, you‐‐ We're gonna talk

‐comeback though, right? ‐Huh? Yeah, I'm coming back.

‐[door closes] ‐That's‐‐ Oh, my God.

White guys can be so pathetic.

‐[chuckles] Right. ‐[Christy chuckles]

Yeah, I'm‐‐ I'm half‐white actually,

‐my grandmother‐‐ ‐No, sh‐‐ Shut up, shut up,

shut up. Shush. Don't‐‐ [chuckles] Don't ruin it.

[inhales, exhales]

Now, let's get down to... ♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

‐[vocalizing] ‐Okay. I see. Oh, you got moves.

‐♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪ ‐Oh, you got moves.

I see you, girl! Work it, work it, girl.

[ominous music playing]

[woman 1] Spank me. Spank me.

‐[women laughing] ‐[man 1] Yes, Mistress.

[man 2] Sweat, baby, sweat.

Keep on going, you piece of shit.

[muffled voice] Keep on going. You disgust me.

[upbeat music playing]

[whistle blows]

[upbeat music playing]

Yo, you look fucking amazing,

come upstairs innit, you'll miss the party.

You all right, little man, yeah?

[Amit] Yeah.

No, you don't worry about me.

I'll just be chilling here with my friends.

Idiot.

[sighs]

["Rahted" by Queen Millz playing]

[man] Oh, easy, easy. What you doing?

Get off me.

What's wrong with these men? They moving mad.

[scoffs] I know right.

‐Shank man. ‐It is pretty serious.

Yeah, no, but you gotta laugh though.

[laughs] Yeah.

I am, um‐‐ Uh, I'm a manager at Don Wild Entertainment.

Oh, what, you're a networking ting, yeah?

Well, I am actually. I have this‐‐

I'm all about Tequila and Lime.

Oh, well, I love a little drink, too.

‐But, alas, I'm on antibiotics. ‐No, that's my kids' names.

Tequila and Lime.

‐Oh, beautiful. [laughs] ‐Yeah, yeah, I know.

Yo, you lot, come.

Let's go studio, man, this is dead.

Oh, okay.

Well, I'll see you there. [chuckles]

Brap, brap. See you later, brethren. [laughs]

Oh, that went well.

[Rose] Oh, I need new knickers.

Cocaine, ecstasy, Adderall,

Molly, Meow Meow, Benzodiazepines,

‐uppers, downers. ‐Oh.

‐Wheatgrass shot. ‐No, I'm good.

I'm‐‐ uh, you know, I'm in the right mood.

‐Ah. ‐Wow.

‐That looks like good shit. ‐It's classic Bolivian flavour.

Oh, my God. Nope, nope, nope. Not for me.

‐No, thank you. ‐No?

‐Uh‐uh. ‐[moans]

Well, lovely place. Weapons, in case you get an intruder.

‐Mm‐hmm. ‐[chuckles] What is this?

‐Is this real wood? ‐Is this real wood?

‐What's that? ‐Oh! Whoa. What are you doing?

You can't do that. [laughs] Don't do that.

‐You are very bad, you are. ‐Yeah, I am.

You are being very naughty.

So, look, Don might come back anytime.

‐No, don't take that off. ‐Relax, I'm just messing around.

No, I don't want to mess around.

Here you are, Orange Blossom.

Don, Don, Don, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

I swear to fucking God, it's not what it looks like.

Don, Don, wait. I can explain.

Don't hit me. Please don't hit me.

So...

do you think I am sexy?

‐No. ‐No?

Yes. Obviously. You're beautiful. Gorgeous.

Uh, but just like my cousin is beautiful,

‐and my grandmother. ‐Grandmother?

I'm gonna slit your fucking throat.

[whispers] P‐‐ please don't.

‐[both laughing] ‐[chuckles nervously]

[Christy] Oh! He's messing with you.

[chuckles] Yeah, he is. Yeah, he is.

So, Maxxx.

Are you good at giving head?

Don't worry about that bad, little coco doggy.

He likes to watch me and other men have a good time.

He like my little game. Don't you?

Okay, I love games. Oh, yeah, Pictionary

and fucking Connect 4.

‐[laughs] You're cute. ‐[chuckles] You're cute.

I mean, you're both cute. That's what I mean.

‐You're both‐‐ ‐[sniffs]

I like the smell of desperation on you.

Shitty, little, broken man.

I want to sit on your face and grind down

like a peppercorn.

And this little D‐O‐G‐G over here is gonna watch.

‐[Maxxx] Mm. ‐Okay?

Man, that sounds like a joke!

[chuckles] You're doing the joking thing again.

You're not. You're not messing with me.

Which is great, 'cause this is beautiful.

This is really, uh, actually quite moving.

The offer. So, I just want to think about it.

Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.

How about, and I'm just going to throw this out there,

we get all the freaking contract work stuff

‐out the way, and then we play? ‐This is the kind of shit

‐you bring to me? ‐Listen, he's talking‐‐

‐[speaking foreign language] ‐He's just talking right now.

[both speaking foreign language]

Yes, my love. Do you want that goddamn contract or not?

‐No, I do. I do, I do, I do. ‐It's just a misunderstanding.

[Maxxx] Total misunderstanding.

And, you, gorgeous. I mean, are you kidding me?

I'm into this, so I'm just going to get a little,

um, Bolivian courage. And I'm gonna be right back.

I'm gonna fuck you like that old man never could.

[chuckles]

‐[door opens] ‐[Tamzin] Every time I get

into social situations with people like that,

I think I'm gonna be okay. And then I just panic.

Does everyone else have to work this hard to normal?

Oh, my God, we are learning so much about each other.

Like, you did not look comfortable back there.

Do you think it's 'cause they're blacker than you?

Black isn't a culture, Rose, it's a colour.

I have got an idea.

Yeah, I thought I could smell burning.

We should give you like, a ghetto make over.

No. No. [chuckles]

This isn't Dumb Eye for the black girl.

I am good enough to get Maxxx

a feature based on my people skills.

My colour is irrelevant.

You, sis. You know who I can score some ganja from?

Absolutely not.

‐Maxxx! Yes! ‐[Maxxx] Ah, Tamzin.

For the love of Jehovah, tell me you've found

‐a collaborator. ‐Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think I‐‐ I think, um‐‐ I think Aexose

‐is coming round to the idea. ‐Nailed it.

Sick. Okay, well let's go tell Don now. Like, right now.

Like, don't make me go back in there.

Hang on, why are you so panicked. What have you done?

‐What have you done? ‐I'm not panicked.

I am cool as a cucumber. I'm just saying

that we should go in there, tell him we don't need

anything more. We done. We got it.

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

'Cause actually, I need to finesse

some details with Aexose in the studio, before we, um‐‐

Look, Maxxx, just calm down. Just calm down.

I'm doing my job. You're firming things up.

This is the new you.

‐[crowd cheering] ‐Do it for the comeback.

‐[crowd cheering] ‐Do it for her.

‐[inhales] ‐See you soon.

No, go on, carry on, innit. Yo, do your line.

[Maxxx] You're not real.

So, let me get this straight. You're gonna sell your manhole

for a record contract, Maxxx.

What do you think he's gonna do? He's gonna shit on your chest.

[chuckles] He's gonna shit on your chest

while you suck his wife's tits.

‐You got this baby. Let's go. ‐You are low. You're scum.

Go back in there and fuck them freaks.

‐[Lucky laughing] ‐Go get your girl, bruh.

All right, all right. All right, all right.

[door closes]

‐[Roxx smooching] ‐[Jimi smooching]

[sensual music playing]

That's so hot. The way you kissing and...

‐[Christy moaning] ‐I'm here, too.

‐[Don moaning] ‐[Maxxx] Where do you want me?

‐Anywhere you need to be. ‐[Maxxx] Okay.

Not back there.

‐Oh. Yeah, obviously. ‐Look at me.

‐[Christy moans] ‐I'm like a flower.

[Don] What are you, talking in tongues?

Where should I gain entry?

Come on, black African bull, yeah.

Racial stereotypes. Huh?

Get over there and get those pants off.

[Maxxx] Okay.

Bet you're hung like a donkey, huh?

[moans]

The condoms are in‐‐

‐in the front box over there. ‐Please, yeah.

This is not what you promised to me.

[Don] Oh, ho, ho, ho. [growls]

Uh‐oh, someone wants to play

‐with Jack Reacher. ‐That's fun.

[exclaiming in excitement]

Maybe later with Jack Reacher. Maybe later. I'll get it later.

Hey.

Get the god damn condom on and get over here.

[both growl]

[upbeat music playing]

‐I need some water. ‐Chill.

We'll get some water in a bit.

No, seriously I'm...

[Jimi] I'm trying to have fun, just relax.

Why are you stressed? Why are you stressed?

Why are you stressed?

‐Whistle? ‐Yo, bro, what the fuck?

Whoa! These curtains are peng still.

Are you all right, yeah? I'll see you lot in a bit.

‐[Amit groans] Fuck! ‐[Jimi] Oh! Fuck, man.

‐Who's this clown? ‐[Amit] Roxx, I'm sorry.

‐[Jimi] Mate. ‐[Amit] Leave me alone.

‐I'm sorry. ‐What the fuck?

Get your dirty little hands off me.

You got blood on my shirt, man.

‐Oi, unlock the door, man. ‐[door knocking]

[Jimi] Oi, waster. Unlock the door now, bruv.

You got blood on my Gucci, man.

[Amit] Hey, hey, hey, don't fall asleep on me now.

‐Yeah. [laughs] ‐Ready?

Yeah, I'm ready. [groans]

Oh. No more waterboarding.

[chuckles] I mean, it's not really waterboarding,

but yeah, you know what I mean.

What's wrong? Don't you wanna kiss me?

Do you think I'm hot?

Yeah.

Then what's the problem?

Uh, well, the thing is you're drunk.

And if you're drunk, you can't strictly give your consent,

because both people need to be sober

‐in order to give their consent. ‐Thanks, smooth talker,

I actually preferred the waterboarding.

[music playing]

[whispers] Oh, come on. Come on. Come on!

[panting] Okay, relax. Focus. [inhales] Focus.

[Jourdan] I fucking love you.

[whispers] I love you. I miss you, baby.

[Jourdan] You really fucking turn me on.

[whispers] Oh, baby, yeah. I miss you, too.

‐[laughs] Piece of shit. ‐[sighs] Fuck, fuck.

You're a fucking joke.

Everyone fucking laughs at you behind your back.

[groans, whispers] Why you thinking about that?

Why is he taking so long? What is the problem?

No, it's the cocaine. It's the cocaine,

it's messing with my erection.

And he said he was repping some indie band,

and I was like, 'Well, I'm all about the grime'.

He must have had bare friends at school.

[all laughing]

Girl, you are jokes, you know? You are jokes.

What, you're repping Maxxx, yeah?

‐Yeah, I am. ‐Yeah, man.

You could just be my nigga still. [laughs]

Why's she calling you Monica? Who's Monica?

No, it's not Monica. It's my nigga.

This is ridiculous. We are not working

‐with her, Rose. ‐Oh, no, no, no, no. Look,

Maxxx needs this. She might be the only one left.

Who needs integrity when you can be successful?

[Aexose] ♪ Check, check You want war, I'm ready♪

♪ Run a G, yo, with a mask And a 'chette ♪

♪ Maddest bitch in the game now I'm so petty ♪

♪ Samurai one side The other side wetty ♪

♪ Don't test me, you get me ♪

♪ You will get sizzled Like your spaghetti ♪

♪ Men are like 'Why is she so sexy'? ♪

♪ But they don't even get To text me ♪

‐[all cheering] ‐[overlapping chatter]

Hey, you do grime, innit? Come, jump in, jump in.

‐Jump in a cypher, innit. ‐Oh, God, this is your chance.

‐No, I don't rap. ‐Okay, so just improvise.

No, no. The closest I got to rapping was head chorister

‐at my prep school. ‐No, Maxx needs this. Come on.

[crowd cheering]

Hi. Good evening. Nice to see you all again.

Gosh, that's bright. [chuckles] Right.

♪ Here I am rapping Like a fool ♪

♪ I hope you don't make fun Of me ♪

♪ Like they did at school ♪

‐[all laughing] ‐[man] Dead...

‐What does dead mean? ‐I think it's fine.

♪ I can already tell You got bullied at school♪

♪ I'm a real nigga And I'm bullying you ♪

♪ You can't pick or choose I'll show you how I do ♪

♪ 'Cause fam, I'm Indian But blacker than you ♪

[crowd cheering]

You got this, you got this. You got this.

♪ You're young and cool I don't know what you've heard♪

♪ But if you're not The descendant of a slave♪

♪ Maybe you should just say 'The N word' ♪

‐Oh. Yes, bitch. ‐That was much better

‐than the first one. ‐Yes!

There's a bit of validity to that statement, you know?

Hey, yo, shut up, man. Why you‐‐

‐What you taking her side for? ‐I'm not taking her side.

‐I'm just trying to be real. ‐Shut up. Just shut up.

♪ Yo, check, I'm straight From the streets ♪

♪ She can't level with me Why can't I say the word?♪

♪ People call it me I say 'Hypocrisy' ♪

♪ You can't talk to me ♪

♪ And you certainly Ain't stopping me ♪

♪ Like, my way I know, I can be bigger♪

♪ That's my G I'm not your nigga ♪

I would never sign you, you culturally

appropriating bitch.

‐[man] Oh, shit. ‐[blows raspberry]

Rose, we have to leave immediately.

‐Yeah. Go, go, go, go, go. ‐[Tamzin] Immediately.

‐[Christy snivelling, crying] ‐Huh? No.

[Don] Why are ya crying?

[Christy] He doesn't think I'm pretty.

‐[Don] What? ‐[Maxxx] Huh? What?

He doesn't think I'm pretty. I feel so humiliated.

‐He thinks you're lovely! ‐No! No.

This happens every single time we do this.

I swear to God, it's the cocaine.

‐[Don] It's the cocaine. ‐It's‐‐ it's not you.

Do something? Put a finger up your ass.

‐[gasps] ‐Like, grab the Jack Reacher.

‐[Maxxx] What? ‐Jack Reacher.

Oh, yes. Jack Reacher. I'll get the Jack Reacher.

‐Jack Reacher. Yay! ‐Okay.

Reacher to the rescue. Reacher to the rescue.

I've never put one of these on. I don't know‐‐

Well, sure.

[Christy] Let me show you. Give it to me.

Huh. Oh.

I take this, and I show you how it done.

‐No, no, no, I'll put it on. ‐[Christy] No, no, no.

‐It's for me. You have to... ‐I'll get the butter.

‐[Christy] ...really get in. ‐Go get what?

The butter. Trust me, you'll need it.

‐Uh. ‐Okay, you ready for play day?

‐Turn around. ‐[Maxxx] Huh? [grunts]

[Christy] Here I come. Choo choo train.

‐[Maxxx] Don. ‐[Christy] Come on, Don.

Where are you, my darling? It's happening.

‐[screams] Don! ‐Off we go, comrades! Yeah.

Don, get the butter, please! Get the butter...

‐Did you manage to get‐‐ ‐Did you manage to get, a, uh...

‐We didn't‐‐ don't have to go... ‐Don't‐‐ Fine.

‐...into details about it. ‐Don't have talk about it. Nah.

‐[Tamzin chuckles] ‐Laters, whistle.

Holy Madagascar You got laid.

‐Go on, son. ‐[Amit] You know what, Bubba,

‐parties aren't so bad. ‐What'd I tell you?

Oh, my goodness, Amit, did you use protection?

Are you trying to give him a panic attack?

I'm sure she doesn't have an STD, son.

‐Do you even know her name? ‐Roxx.

Yeah, maybe we should get you tested.

Look, we didn't use protection because we didn't have sex.

We just had meaningful conversation.

Then Roxx threw up and fell asleep,

and I lay next to her stroking her hair.

Aw, I get that. I like to stroke people's hair

‐while they sleep, too. ‐Mm‐hmm, yup, yup.

Fully weird from both of you. Right, let's go home.

I need to shit, shave, and burn these clothes.

‐[clears throat] ‐[engine sputtering]

Quick Q. Do you have an Uber account?

[Tamzin groans]

♪ They love you When you're up ♪

♪ They'll fit you for a crown ♪

♪ But now you're giving up ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ A king or clown ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ Are you? Are you a king or clown? ♪

♪ Are you a king or clown? ♪

‐♪ A king or clown ♪ ‐♪ A king or clown ♪