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(CAR ENGINE REVS LOUDLY)

(YELLS) Slow down! Slow down!

I can't. Slow down. Slow down!

Evie, I need to go back. I... No! Slow down!

(BOTH SCREAM) (HORN BLARES)

Motherfucker!

We're OK. We're OK. We're OK.

Sara?

Oh, come on, Adrian! There's a name for this.

ADRIAN: Yeah, catch and kill.

I think 'extortion' is the word you're looking for.

Oh, get off your high horse, Beasley.

If you're not interested, I'll take 'em to the open market.

(SCOFFS) Who is gonna pay anything at all

for some stupid snaps of me and an old mate having dinner?

You know, I thought that too, myself, until this frantic phone call.

Frantic? I mean...

I think you need your hearing checked, as well as your eyes.

Makes me think the word on the street is right.

Maybe you are on the verge of a mega-deal

with a huge American corporation.

Maybe you can't afford a scandal.

What a delightfully sordid imagination you have.

50K, they're all yours. What?!

If I hang up, we're not talking again.

50?! What...what happened to 20?

New facts come to light, sweetheart.

Oh, fuck you, you thieving, blackmailing fuck!

I was trying to save you from making a complete cock of yourself,

but you can fuck off!

You have to stop doing this.

It's all over, Evie.

(SIGHS)

(TUTS) Come out now. This is not a real problem.

Yes, it is!

The Americans are famously puritanical.

They are buying me. They are buying my image.

And my image is super-successful, happily married,

devoted mother-of-three.

(SIGHS) It's just your guilt talking.

No, it is bad. It's all over, Evie.

Ma'am...you can't give up. You can fix this.

The only way to fix it is to buy the photos. Obviously that's out.

We fix it another way, then.

You can say it was a business dinner.

That you went up to his room for a business thing... That's ridiculous.

What business? He's an artist. I don't know.

OK? Another story, then. You can make it however you want.

OK.

OK.

We need a different, plausible narrative.

What we need is...more photos.

Photos that tell a different story.

I need to legitimise my relationship with Nick.

What does that mean? We ARE working together.

We are doing a show together, in a big fancy gallery,

and I will be there, and he will be there,

and everyone will see that there's nothing to see

because Garth will be there as well.

Garth? Ma'am, this sounds like a bad idea.

That's the most important bit for our narrative.

Three old mates. You get it?

This is totally going to work.

You're a genius, Evie. Uh, ma'am, this was not my idea.

You need to learn how to take a compliment.

And stop calling me "ma'am". It's Sara.

Now, come on, we need to get these photos out there

before these ones, or it'll all be for nothing.

Alright! Ma'am. Ma'am. Sara.

I'll help you.

But you have to do something for me first.

This should cover what you need.

There's a shop in Paddington. I'll give you the address.

Thanks, but you have to sell it. What?

Word gets out I'm hocking my handbags,

I might as well let them publish those photos and be done with it.

Why can't you do it?

They'll think I stole it from my boss.

Oh. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

This, we can do something about.

What I desire comes effortlessly to me.

I manifest my dreams with ease.

It is good to feel good.

I am a super-attractor.

What are you doing?! My pension fund.

The one you and Jordan promised me.

The one where all my bonuses went.

Is it managed by Jordan?

So it's all gone.

I worked for you for all these years for nothing.

I can't go home with nothing, Roxanne!

I'll make sure you get your money!

WOMAN: Ah! I hear you plotting!

Amy, stop being a baby!

Good morning, Jeannie.

You two are out to take my son for everything he's got. Admit it!

(MIMICS) "Admit it!" Well done. You're so smart!

You heard her, didn't you? I've got a witness!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Try these. Kutsinta.

They're delicious!

Ha!

Mm!

G'day. Uh, Roxanne?

G'day. (GIGGLES)

I'm Gigi, actually.

I'm Dean from Photon Home Security.

Roxanne made an appointment with me to install a safe

in the walk-in-robe of the master bedroom.

I'll show you up.

Sweet place.

So who are you, then?

The little sister?

Sure. Let's go with that.

Yes. What do you think?

Hmm?

Wait, don't take my photo. I just want you to see.

You're not putting it up on social media.

Do you have any idea what people give to be on my feed?

Ooh. Evie, you're a stone cold fox.

(LAUGHS)

Looking the part's only a start. You have to wear it right.

OK, give me your best rich bitch.

What is that? Sara, I'm sorry.

Don't apologise to me.

Just be me.

No, that's not it. That's, like, mean me.

Like, I mean, be powerful.

Be an unstoppable force of nature. OK.

Whoa! Evie! That's it.

That's totally me! Oh?

Yes! Can I see?

(BOTH LAUGH)

I was being Roxanne.

Oh. Whatever works.

(DRILL WHIRRS)

You know, you are very easy to talk to, Gigi.

You wanna know why?

Because I'm deep, like the ocean.

So I bring it out of other people.

Oh, my God, of course. That's why we get along.

You're gay. I'm not gay.

So what are the nails about?

I like blue. Besides, rules are made to be broken.

# Walk with me, all my girls, all my girls with me

# Huh # Huh, hey!

# All my girls bossy around me I'm a savage

# All my girls bossy, if they want it they can... #

Paloma.

I know, babe, bunch of bullshit.

Let me know straightaway if they sell.

How'd you go? Paid what you said.

No questions. Nice work.

Now let's go over to Nick's. He's not answering.

Ah, one more stop, then we do your thing.

But I promise...I did not do it.

Are you still acting? My God, you ARE good.

Let me send this and wire the money home.

I'll be back in 10 minutes.

That is all the information that your sister's going to need.

How to change the combination, the warranty and whatnot.

Well, it's safe with me.

You know, this has been a lot of fun.

I think you'd make a very good apprentice.

Oh. You'll have to fill me in on Aussie customs.

Can you date your apprentice or is that against the rules?

You are full of surprises, Sara Beasley.

Afternoon delight AND a new playmate.

Don't be disgusting. This is Evie, my nanny.

Role play? That's kinky.

I couldn't risk being seen alone with you. The paps might be following.

You're not that fuckin' famous.

Clearly I am. Did you see my email?

Well, why don't you just buy them? Catch and kill, isn't that what they call it?

Why don't YOU buy them?

I'm broke.

And what do I care if a few photos of us get published?

I told you how important this deal is to me.

If those photos get out, it's over.

Not to mention my marriage. And would that be so bad?

Yes, it would. I have a family, and I love my husband.

Anyway, I have a plan to fix it.

What plan? You're having a show.

I'm hosting it. How will that help?

It will explain what I was doing with you last night.

What do I get out of it?

(SCOFFS) Are you joking?

You...you get so much out of it!

You'll sell work.

I'll reintroduce you to the Sydney arts scene.

Awesome. I can't wait to leap back into that cesspit of mediocrity.

You can spray venom all you like, but you know that's what it's like here.

They'll all be desperate to buy work from one of Australia's most important artists

just back from a decade of killing it in New York.

This will be gold for you.

It has to be a top three gallery. Ted Scalia owes me a favour.

(YELLS) That fat fuck?! I hate that guy. He's every reason why I left.

He's not fat anymore.

He had the band surgery.

You know it's a good gallery.

Just say thank you, Nick.

"Thank you, Nick."

Of course I'll hold.

Ted's totally going for it. (PHONE RINGS)

Sara, are you sure you want to do this?

Nick seems like bad news.

Oh, he absolutely is.

But he's a great artist, and all the colour just helps our narrative.

I mean, who'd believe I'd fuck that guy?

Alright, Beasley, you're on.

Who's the lucky artist?

Nick Parker-Smith.

That half-baked hack? Why would you want to help him?

His recent work is garbage.

Nick's one of our most important contemporary artists.

His last show was in the foyer of an office building. Forget it.

The man's an idiot. Sells art to people who know nothing about art.

You're his best customer.

(PHONE RINGS)

Paloma, go ahead.

One of the tabloids picked up the photos. Comes out Friday.

Mm, and, um, Martha called.

The Americans are sending their offer, also Friday.

Right.

Sara, I'm sorry. We gave it a good try.

What? No! This is good for us.

We'll have our show Thursday, get our narrative out there first.

I own a media outlet, after all.

Thursday is tomorrow.

I do my best work under pressure. Pressure makes diamonds, Evie.

That guy said no. I'll do it at home.

Our house is basically a gallery anyway.

I'll invite Martha - give her a front row seat to our version of events.

It's all coming together.

Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna go back to Nick, tell him what's going on.

I don't care what he says, just make sure he falls in. I'll take care of everything else.

But first, take me to work.

I've got an event to plan!

What?

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(HANGS UP)

(SIGHS)

NICK: At her house?!

She gets an idea in her head, she doesn't fuck around.

Sure. Tell her I'm in.

Who was the man outside? The one who gave you money?

What? Oh...just a guy who bought some work.

(SCOFFS) What work?

There's nothing here but rubbish.

He already picked it up.

And he paid you cash the same day photos of you and Sara were sold.

Whoa.

What a coincidence.

You set the photos up. It was you!

Sara's a spoilt little rich girl and she deserves it.

She might let you wear her hand-me-downs,

but she probably pays you less than what she spends on her hair.

I'm going to tell Sara.

She needs a story to explain the photos

and you just gave her one,

the real one, of how you set her up.

And say what, exactly?

That she fucked me? Hmm?

That's what she's trying to hide.

I may have created an opportunity, Evie, but I didn't fake anything.

Those photos are exactly who Sara is.

Look, you're a good person.

I can see that.

But I know Sara.

She has a way of surrounding herself with people

who are kinder and more patient than she is,

and then she just sucks the life out of them through a straw.

Those photos were nothing.

Imagine how much I could get for something a little more juicy.

Help me...and there'll be more for you at the other end.

I'll bet this money could really help you out.

Let it.

Jordan Waters, you are under arrest on suspicion of fraud...

Is this really necessary? I said I'd come with you.

You have the right to remain silent... You're making a terrible mistake!

A 200K mistake! Mum, calm down and call Roxanne.

I don't know what 200K you're talking about.

Yeah, you would say that, Jordan.

(PHONE RINGS)

Your husband has been arrested. What?!

Fuck. (PHONE RINGS)

SARA: I ran into that old friend of mine - Nick.

He does those mad paintings.

Nick who you used to go out with? Yeah. Poor thing.

I don't think he ever really got over me leaving him for you.

He fucked up his career. His whole life, really.

Oh. Poor him.

Don't be mean. It's tragic.

Imagine what it would be like to be broke and a failure

and 10 years older than us.

So, I said we'd help him.

So are we buying one of his paintings?

Nothing like that.

I said we'd host a show for him here tomorrow.

We're having a show here tomorrow?

Tiny little thing.

OK, so you're helping your ex-boyfriend out with his career.

What... What about your husband?

Ah, once I pull off this deal with the Americans,

I guess I could invest a bit more money in your appity-app.

Oh, really, babe? Would you do that for me?

Mmm... Would you?

I'll get the kids ready for bed.

Ah, yeah.

Great.

Thank you.

(PHONE RINGS)

Papa's friend.

I love Chanel.

Uh... Um...

Soon. I'm coming home soon.

You're going away? Ollie!

Sometimes I miss you, Mummy.

Ollie, Ollie. Evie's leaving. OLLIE: What do you mean?

Charlie!

Ollie!

Oh, no, nothing. It's the kids I look after.

CHARLIE: Evie! Charlie...

You're leaving us?

Charlie, please, I'm on the phone to the Philippines. You can't go.

We'll all die.

Evie...

Why are you leaving? Evie?

Mum! Evie's going to leave us!

What on earth is going on?

Evie's going back to the Philippines.

What?

Hey.

(HANGS UP)

This is so out of line.

I thought we were fixing this together.

I can't talk to you right now. You can and you will.

You can't carry on like this in my home.

You can't hurt my kids.

What about my kid, huh? What about what you've done to my kid?

You don't have a kid. Yes, I do.

I have a daughter and her name is Melanie.

How old is she?

She's eight.

That's... Why didn't you tell me?

Because you don't care. Of course I care.

If I told you, would it change anything?

I don't know. That's not the point.

What's the point? The point is you didn't tell me you had a daughter.

No.

The point is I spend all day here and she's not here,

and then I go home and she's not there either.

The point is, I left her behind,

and I spend all day here,

making sure that your kids, your household, your husband, they're OK.

I make sure everything is OK for them and for you.

But every day that she's not here and I'm not with her...

..I am not OK.

Shit, Evie, I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

This is how the world is.

We both abandoned our children.

Sorry, I've...

I forgot my... MAN: It's OK, hop on.

Thank you.

(CRIES)

Alright, Birdie, let's hear your homework.

OK, uh, well, it's not a long list.

Um...

I've got my legal skills.

I'm a shit-hot lawyer.

Well, I was a shit-hot lawyer.

And then there's my observational skills.

And I'm good with computers.

Um, that's it. Great.

But how do you want to feel in this new chapter of your life?

OK.

I want to feel useful.

Yes.

I want romance. Ahhh!

And before I shuffle off this mortal coil,

I want at least one more proper adventure.

My client will not be answering any further questions.

Yes. I need some alone time with my lawyer.

Amazing.

Now I want you to stay in those feelings.

Dream into them.

Feel your longing for purpose.

What happens now?

We wait.

The answer always arrives.

It often knocks right on the door.

And when it does, it's our job to be ready,

to step forward and claim our desire.

But remember, it's not our job to decide what it looks like.

We simply dream into our desires and stay open.

I'll give you an example.

At the moment, I'm manifesting a new home, and I love your neighbourhood.

So when I'm here, I bless it with my appreciation.

Love you, sun. Love you, tea.

Love this moment right now,

with my new friend in her beautiful home.

Oh, just take a pick of the spare rooms.

Birdie, are you serious?

You see?

This is exactly how it works!

She doesn't deserve your loyalty.

Thanks so much for your help with that.

Are you going to apologise?

This is all your fault.

You sent 200 grand from our joint account to the Philippines.

For Amy.

To make up for her pension fund that doesn't exist.

You knew. When did you find out?

I paid Rose Stevens a visit yesterday.

She told me what you've done. She told me everything.

Why didn't you talk to me?

I tried. You lied to my face.

Fucking Amy. This is not her fault.

Don't try to blame her. I had to look after her.

Well, you didn't. The money you transferred?

It's been seized and it's triggered all of this.

Looked like we were trying to flee the country, for fuck's sake!

You've always been totally irrational when it comes to that woman.

Stop putting this back on me.

You've ripped off everyone you know.

You're being charged with fraud.

And what about me, huh?

What about my reputation?

I'm a businesswoman. I built my business from nothing.

Ha-ha! You built your business on a loan from me, thanks very much.

And I paid back every dollar.

But it doesn't matter, does it?

Because you own half of it on paper.

I'm gonna lose my business.

Yes. Probably.

You promised you would look after me, Jordan.

You said those words. You said... I was looking after you.

I told you that's exactly what I was doing.

Well, how? When?

The bloody diamond necklace, Roxanne.

That was supposed to be your insurance policy.

You know like how I said, "This is your insurance policy"?

Oh, you've blown it.

You'll never be able to keep a hold of it now. It'll be seized for sure.

Ha! Oh, babe.

You just threw away 16 million bucks.

What is this?

NICK: They're my sculptures.

What about the paintings?

Painting's dead. I thought it was back.

Yeah, it came back but then it died. Again. Several times.

My practice evolves, Sara.

I can't be hemmed in with preconceived notions about my work.

People love the paintings.

I can't just whip up a painting and dry it with a hairdryer.

You wanted something today. This is what I've been working on.

What are they?

I have been working with the idea of the fallible infallible.

Please don't say that to anyone.

Excuse me, this one's not going to fit through the door.

Oh, fuck! That's why I said we should be doing this in a gallery.

It's fine. We'll do it out the back. It'll be more atmospheric.

Oh, I'll just say it's about climate change.

Brilliant. See?

Meant to be. She's the real artist. (LAUGHS)

Who the fuck are you?

ROXANNE: I see you've reached the food preparation stage

of your "getting over it" process.

My God, Roxanne, we used to be friends.

We ARE friends.

No friend would stand by and let me lose everything.

I didn't stand by.

Oh, thanks to your little cry-baby act yesterday, I went off...

And now I've lost everything.

Jordan's been charged with fraud.

Well, he IS a fraud.

What about me, huh?

Why couldn't you trust me just a little bit,

instead of thinking the worst?

God, I am so sick of this story.

How it's my fault when all I did was work hard and build a life here.

(SCOFFS) Lady, you sell duck lips to women you hate.

Your husband is a thief.

You're going to end up looking after that old bruha when he's in jail.

Roxanne, your life sucks!

Ahhhh!

(LAUGHS)

(SQUEALS) Hey! Not the Dolce!

You need some breadcrumbs.

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH SQUEAL, SHOUT)

And we're going to put this right here and then we'll frame the people, you know?

Where are the eco-straws?

How are we supposed to have a bar without straws? (SHRIEKS)

Outside! In the tubs! Oi.

So what do you think?

We can do better?

I like this one.

Oh, you blend with the fucking statues. Well...

I need all signs of domestic life cleared away from my work.

I can't be in the same fucking space as a barbecue.

I will get Paloma to give you some interns. Now...

Nick, this is Garth, my husband.

The famous Nick. Gareth, is it?

Garth.

Sorry. Garth.

Thanks, um, for doing this.

Sara's a big fan of your work.

Ha! That's funny. I always thought it wasn't about the work with us.

Why don't you go and get started on some drinks?

So, Nick, where do you get the ideas for your art?

I don't have ideas.

As such.

Ah, I should really get changed and, uh, find where Evie is.

Yeah, where is Evie?

EVIE: I'm here.

I'm here. Sorry I'm late. I missed my bus.

Don't worry about it. It's all... How are you? Good?

Oh. Yeah, I'm good. I'm great. Good.

How are you? Good.

Um, where are the kids?

Somewhere.

Uh, do you need me to take these?

No, no, no, no, there's interns to do that.

Uh, Nick, help me with this?

Yeah, sure, Evie, I'd love to help you move heavy crates of booze outside.

I mean, that's what artists are for, right?

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?

I needed to talk to you. What do we need to do?

You have to act fucking normal.

Jesus, Evie.

You're going to blow this before we get out of the gate.

Calm the fucking farm.

I'm so sorry. I forgot what he was like.

No, no, it's alright, it's alright.

It's funny, isn't it?

I always thought you still had a thing for him,

but he really is awful.

Yeah, sis. (LAUGHS)

God, who's going to clean this up?

Gigi?!

Gigi!

(FUNKY DANCE MUSIC)

(GENERAL HUBBUB)

Oh, beautiful.

Oh, that's lovely.

Thank you, yeah, grab a drink. Go enjoy the art.

Can you watch them for a second?

You're right.

This was a stupid idea I didn't think through properly at all.

Maybe I wasn't right.

No, you were.

I think I might be a terrible person.

You have a few good points.

Ahh...wish me luck.

Martha. Welcome. Hello.

So wonderful you could come.

Yeah, what a darling idea, opening up your beautiful home like this.

Oh, just a casual little soiree we threw together... Ah.

..that we've been planning for quite some time. OK.

Meet my indispensable genius, Evie.

Of course. Love your nanny.

Oh, you must meet my family. Garth!

Garth, come here and meet Martha.

Hi. I know your face.

Nice to meet you. Yeah, you too.

Yeah, 'cause I'm on her, uh...

I need you to distract the husband.

He's obviously picked up on Sara's intense sexual obsession with me.

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

Evie?

I'll do it, OK?

Nick! Get in here!

(CLICKS TONGUE)

So it all boils down to a big misunderstanding with the police.

I'll try to hold it in

out of respect for you and your lifestyle choices.

When have you ever held anything in, Mum?

I don't know what it's going to take

for you to see the woman for who she really is.

Mum, I know exactly who Roxanne is,

and I know she's way too good for either of us.

I didn't do it. Why would I steal from my own family?

(THUMPING DANCE MUSIC)

Do you... (SQUEALS)

On three. Oh!

(LAUGHS)

(CAMERA SNAPS)

You know, it's not often life matches up with the brand.

You are the real deal, Sara.

I just love how much you Americans celebrate success.

You won't believe it, but there are people in this town

who would take any opportunity to bring me down.

I've had my dark days going it alone.

Well, not anymore.

Here's to... Here's to strong women rising together.

Together.

Garth, could you help me?

Sara needs you to get the chairs out of the garage.

Why? No-one sits down at these things.

What that woman wants, that woman gets.

True, Garth?

Ah... Hi, excuse me.

Could you help Evie get some chairs out, please? Sure. Yeah.

There you go. Thank you.

Fuck!

Look at all this! Oh.

Not bad, is it? It's great. Over there.

Who did that?

Hello, I'm Jordan.

I feel like we've met before.

Yes, I work for you.

She's your cleaner, for Christ's sakes.

Please excuse her.

I AM your cleaner.

Oh, don't be coy, Jordan. You know all about cleaners.

Sorry, Birdie?

Cleaning people out. Taking them to the cleaners. I could go on.

That was just a big misunderstanding.

Soon to be cleaned up in a court of law.

Excuse us, we need a drink.

What are you doing?

This is a fictional assignment.

I had to do it, or Sara would be onto me...

Put those chairs in the garage. You're ruining the Feng Shui.

You guys, we did it. It's working.

Martha is eating it up with a spoon.

We just have to unveil this art and we are home and hosed.

Come on, Nick. Right behind you, Sara.

Paloma.

I've had enough of you running interference.

Take this and dump the contents on Sara's laptop.

What is it? It's malware.

It'll give me access to her hard drive.

I'll find out all her secrets, and her nudes.

Do it, Evie.

Remember, no results, no rewards.

SARA: (TAPS GLASS) So, without further ado,

I would like to present

Nick Parker-Smith's very new, very now, very exciting sculptural works.

You know, Sara, before we do, I'd like to say a few words.

Oh, come on, Nick. You always say talking about art is bullshit.

I think she's afraid of what I'm going to say, folks.

GUESTS: Speech! Speech! Speech!

Full disclosure.

Sara and I used to go out.

And leaving this woman...

..for New York for my so-called career was the dumbest thing I did.

And I've done a lot of stupid shit.

I always thought that I would get over her,

and that she would get over me.

In fact, she told me that she was over me,

when she rang me to tell me that she was getting married

a few months...

..after I left.

I was knee-deep in Colombian cocaine and American pussy back then.

Sad to say it hardly registered.

Sometimes you have to learn to live with the mistakes that you've made.

And sometimes they are just too big to cover up.

(PANTS)

This show is a tribute, a soliloquy,

a raging against the dying of the light.

Because, folks, that is what we came here for.

To live. To love.

To fuck it all up.

To have it all for a second...

..and then to lose it again in the blink of an eye.

Ah, fuck it.

Show 'em.

I give you...

..Detritus!

A Love Story!

So, what do you think?

Wow. Smoky Mountain vibes.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, my God.

Did you see them? The sculptures?

Ted Scalia was not joking.

(LAUGHS)

I need to tell you something. It's about Nick.

I made a big mistake.

You didn't fuck him as well, did you?

That would be a big mistake, trust me.

I didn't think your plan would work.

So when he offered me this, I took it.

I'm so sorry, Sara.

Wow. So...poignant.

It's garbage, fool.

You get it. You have a discerning eye.

Nick Parker-Smith. Jordan Waters.

Brutal, man. Brutal.

You got me right in the feels.

You know, work like this is an investment.

I'm in investment. We should talk.

Let me get you a drink. Bloody cheers, mate.

(WHOOPING LAUGHTER, CHEERING) Yeah!

BOTH: Whoo!

Mabuhay, bitches!

Jordan!

What are you doing?

Thought I may as well get some wear out of it before the Feds take it.

That is my necklace.

You have stolen my diamond necklace.

I most certainly have not.

Jordan?

I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth.

You are nothing more than a gold...

(GASPS) ..digging mail order bride.

I'm not a gold digger.

I'm the fucking gold!

(ONLOOKERS GASP, EXCLAIM) Oh! Oh!

SARA: You utter bastard!

You tried to turn my nanny against me.

This is an excellent Aussie party!

How could you? I did all this for you, you talentless turd.

You did it for yourself, Sara.

You wanted it, just like you wanted me.

AHHHH!

(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)

(SCREAMING, GRUNTING)

(SCREECHES) (LAUGHS)

Don't you fucking laugh, you fucking slimy fuck!

(PHONE TRILLS)

I'll put it in the safe for you, Mum.

(PHONE RINGS)

FEMALE VOICE: The number you have called is currently unattended.

Well, we succeeded in changing the story.

No-one's going to give a shit about those shitty pap shots,

not when there's this.

(PHONE RINGS)

(CHUCKLES) Maybe the Americans will up their offer

when they see Twitter tonight.

I'm trending.

I don't think so.

I saw Martha leave.

Maybe I can split the bribe money with you?

No! No, no.

You earned that money. That's all yours.

How much was I worth, by the way?

Three thousand.

Wow!

That hurts.

So what are we going to do now?

'We'?!

Maybe Nick bought you a few more weeks of my time.

Well, there's only one thing left to do in a situation like this.

Forget our problems by getting good and drunk.

Do you drink, Evie?

Mmm.

Ah, thanks for the change of clothes.

Oh, don't go, Roxanne.

We're always saying we're going to have a drink.

Now's our chance. Come.

Have a drink.

I don't think we've properly met.

I'm Sara.

I'm Amy. Thank you.

Oh, and this is Evie, my nanny.

No, we know each other. Very well.

Oh, you do? Mm-hmm.

You're too good for this world, Evie.

You didn't tell her, did you?

No. Yes.

(SCOFFS) I know everything, Sara.

All the nannies know everything.

No, you don't. No, I didn't...

I'm broke. I'm going to lose everything.

No, sorry, I've already lost everything.

(EXCLAIMS) Join the club!

To losing everything. Yeah. (LAUGHS)

Well, I can't drink to that.

Unlike you, I really have.

You need cash? You could sell that bag.

We know a place in Paddington... I know the shop.

But 10 grand? How's that gonna help?

Did you see the rock I was wearing tonight?

That thing's worth $16 million.

(SPLUTTERS) Shit!

You need cash, you should sell that.

Of course you would suggest that, Sara.

I'm not a criminal, I'm a businesswoman.

Who said anything about crime? What do you mean, I would suggest it?

You are always trying to get something for nothing.

Why do you think I have to babysit you at the clinic?

My girls can't say no to you.

Oh. That's not stealing.

That's good business. That's persuasion.

Oh, sure.

I'll just persuade my deeply racist mother-in-law

to return to me the very expensive family heirloom

my husband gave me without telling her.

Yeah, that'll work. Oh, fuck that.

Well, if that's what happened, then...you should steal it.

We've always done the right thing, and where has it got us?

In absolute shit.

Hey, if you're gonna do this, I want a commission because it was my idea.

Stop it.

No-one is stealing anything.

That's right, Evie.

We are taking back what is rightfully Roxanne's.

You know what? I don't want a commission.

If we're going to do this, we're all in on the ground floor.

Four-way even split. Split the risk, split the spoils.

God, you really are a natural at this kind of thing.

Oh, my God. Sara is infecting all of you with her crazy plans.

Crazy plans? I am great at plans.

Hmm! Whoa...

Come on. You said that that plan was going great until I fucked it,

so, OK, so maybe I shouldn't be in charge of the plan.

Well, we'll all come up with a plan together.

After all, we have the ultimate inside man. Sorry, woman.

(CHUCKLES)

$4 million, Evie. Each.

Think about what you could do with that.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Yeah. We need this, Evie.

You need this, maybe the most of all.

Oh, come on, Evie, we need you.

You're the straight man. You're the sensible one.

You're going to keep the whole thing on track.

I can't do it without you.

And you know I'm gonna do it, so what do you say?

Oh, my God.

Yes! (ALL LAUGH)

BIRDIE: Girls!

Jesus Christ.

Birdie, what are you doing here?

Oh, I, um...left my specs behind.

When do we start?

What are you bringing to the table?

A lifetime of legal expertise.

I'll keep you out of jail.

$2 million apiece.

You can still do a lot with $2 million.

A minute ago I was getting $4 million. My point exactly.

I know useful things like...

..you'll never get full whack for a hot necklace.

And anyway, it's about time someone around here stuck it to the man.

Yes! (ALL LAUGH)

Stick it to the man. (LAUGHTER)

Oh, my God, I've never done this before.

Oh, wow. Someone give our lawyer a drink.

Oh, I felt so nervous.

Welcome. Oh!

(ALL WHOOP, CHEER) Cheers.

Game on, molls.

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