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(dramatic music)

- [Officer] Police, stay where you are!

Go, go, go!

(officers yelling)

Don't move!

Stand against the wall!

Show me your hands!

(people shrieking)

- Oh tits!

Tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits,

titting tits!

- Oi, they're mine!

- Cocking cocksticks!

They can't find me here.

My wife, you've got to hide me!

- Hide you?

- This is serious, Cheryl, this could end my career.

- I could go to prison!

- Oh, well, it's all relative isn't it?

I mean, let's not fall out over semantics.

I'm going out the window. - We're on the third floor.

- [Marcus] Son of a dirty barmaid, that's high.

- [Officer] Police, open up!

- [Marcus] What about the wardrobe?

- Why don't you close your eyes,

try hidin' behind your fingers, see if that works?

- Oh God, your sarcasm is entirely uncalled for.

- [Officer] Open the door or we'll knock it down.

- [Marcus] Phone.

- They're coming through.

- Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up!

(phone buzzes)

- Hey, what?

- [Marcus] Oh my God, you've gotta help me.

I've been caught in the police raid and-

- Marcus, calm down.

- [Marcus] My career is on the line.

My wife's gonna find out.

- Okay, you have to listen to me.

You need to find a hoodie or a jumper or something

and cover your face. - [Marcus] What?

- [Robyn] And do not say anything to anyone, okay?

I'm calling your lawyer.

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)

(toilet flushes)

- Why do you bother staying if you're gonna come in

at that hour?

- Because I get to see you in the morning.

- Breathe.

- Really?

- Yeah, breathe.

- Nothing but toothpaste and coffee.

What's this? - Oh, it's nothing.

- Are you getting a job?

Data analyst, that's actually perfect.

You're great at analyzing things.

- Okay, please don't make fun of me.

I know that you think that I can't do anything

for myself and- - No, I'm being serious.

I think it's great.

I'm really proud of you. - Well that's not patronizing.

- You know how I mean it. - You owe me money for groceries

and if you're gonna drink all the good coffee,

would you please get some more?

- I will, I'm sorry.

- [Kelly] Mommy, I'm ready!

- Did you get ready for school all by yourself, my big girl?

Did you put underwear on?

Good, ladies always wear panties.

- Don't tell her stuff like that.

- She's my child, I will tell her

whatever I fucking want to. - Mummy!

- I didn't say that. You did not hear me say that.

Please don't tell about that I said that.

Breakfast.

(baby cries)

What? - Nothing.

- Teddy was up all night, I just, I need some sugar.

What is that?

- Adderall, I have a prescription.

- For what?

- ADHD, helps me focus.

- Oh, do you have ADHD now?

- A doctor gave it to me.

- Okay, Robyn, you know the deal,

you cannot stay here if you are not sober.

- I know the deal.

(bell rings)

- Balls, he's early. - Mummy!

- What, nothing, okay, I need you to get ready

for school and please don't tell your father

any of the things that you did not hear me say.

Hi. - Hey.

- [Ruth] You're early.

- Am I? Sorry. Just a keen bean.

- She's still having breakfast.

- Can I come in?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Why not? - Rob's here.

- Still? Well, as long as my mortgage payments

aren't going to waste. - Mark, don't be a prick.

- You've forgiven her then?

- No, but she's my sister so I don't have to.

- And your husband?

- I can choose you, I can't choose her.

- [Kelly] Daddy! - Hello darling!

Are you excited about school?

- Nope. - That's the spirit.

- See you later, baby, have a good day.

- Okay.

Right. - [Ruth] Right.

(melancholy music)

- You okay?

- It's hard.

Oh no, no thank you.

(upbeat rock music)

- You're late.

- [Elevator] Door closing. - So are you.

- I'm the boss, I can't be late.

Other people can only be early.

- Then I'm on time.

- So... how's-

- Caroline, I appreciate the concern, I really do

but just to reassure you, everything's fine.

- Good, good.

I hear you and Eve are carving up your list.

- We're just finding that splitting up

some of the clients helps with the workload,

that's all it is.

- Look, I don't give a toddler's tear

whose boyfriend you decide to put inside you

but if you choose to take a dump on the family dinner table,

you must at least clean it up

before the next course comes out.

Check yourself before you wreck yourself, dear.

Remember, a spiral looks the same from both ends.

(upbeat music)

- Caroline, there's someone in your office.

- Yes, I can see that.

Thank you Belle, that'll be all.

- Ms. Mills.

- Mr. Paulson.

To what do I owe this rare pleasure?

- Well I was in town for 24 hours,

I thought I would pop in and see my favorite ex-wife.

It's not a crime, is it?

(sensual music)

Oh my God.

What are they feeding you?

You know I look like an old testicle

with a face drawn on it

and you look better than the day we married.

- So, where are you taking me?

- Well, I thought initially perhaps here on the desk

and then after a quick nap to recover,

perhaps over there on the sofa.

What do you think? - For lunch.

- Oh, of course. Where do you wanna go?

- I'm not doing all the work.

- Oh God, it's good to see you, Dimples.

- What?

- There's a man.

- Oh yes, this is the other little thing.

Gabriel Cole.

- Pleasure to meet you, Caroline.

I've heard so much about you.

- None of it good, I hope.

- We were wondering if you'd do us a wee favor.

(peaceful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Intern] Who are you stalking?

- Christ, sneak up on me like that again,

I'll kick you so hard

in the chick dick you'll never ride a horse again.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not interested in sorry, Gemma.

- That's not my name.

- Emma, Gemma, Nelson Mandela, Captain Cock-In-Mouth.

Your name is what I say it is.

Now I have been at my desk for 13 minutes

and there's still no coffee in my mouth.

That, for a start, is not good enough.

Second, we were done with animal print

about nine months ago.

Did you not get the memo?

You look like you're going to a Lion King audition.

It's not a compliment

and finally you might want to consider

a mattifying foundation before America invades your face

and starts drilling.

- Here we go.

(woman crying)

That might be a new record.

- Where do they find these fucking snowflakes?

- Next time can you at least wait

until she's brought me my coffee?

- Any idea who the deep dish in Caroline's office is?

- What does he look like?

- Kind of grizzled,

like if Ted Danson got trapped on a desert island

for eight weeks and had to kill a man.

- Sounds like Duncan Paulson.

- Paulson, as in the Paulson?

I was starting to think he didn't exist.

- Oh, he exists.

They used to be married. - Oh fuck off.

How do I not know this?

- They set up the New York office together.

He left his wife and kid for her.

Apparently, she only agreed to marry him

if he made her a partner and she got to put her name first.

- Of course she did.

I'm wet just thinking about it.

- Sofi Adjani on line one. She sounds a little frantic.

- Aren't they supposed to be announcing today?

(shouting in French)

What's she saying?

- I think canard means duck.

Duolingo.

- Sofi, it's Robyn, slow down, what's up?

- [Sofi] You have to come and get me.

- What?

- [Sofi] You have to come and get me out.

- Out of where? - [Sofi] I'm in fucking jail!

- Oh Christ. - [Sofi] Who's that?

- Eve babe, ciao, ciao, you're on speaker.

- Sofi, why are you in jail?

- [Sofi] I got into an argument with a (speaking in French).

- [Eve] Are you sure canard means duck?

- [Sofi] These assholes.

I have a show this afternoon so I need to get out.

- Okay, we're on it.

- Will you figure out where she is and sort out bail?

You coming?

- Caroline would like to see you both in the boardroom now.

- [Caroline] I know, cheap price.

- Robyn, how are you?

How are you still employed?

- How are you still alive?

You look good.

You've got this whole professor

who's survived the zombie apocalypse thing going on.

- Well, thank you, I was actually aiming

for more retired assassin turned lighthouse keeper,

called out for one last job.

- Well, now that you say that... - Okay you two, enough flirting.

Duncan, Gabriel, this is Eve.

She's a double barrel but don't hold that against her.

- Pleasure.

- Eve, I've heard so much about you.

Aren't you the one that pretended

to be a champion show jumper at Caroline's birthday party?

- I'll admit that does sound like me.

- I once got so drunk I had a 30 minute conversation

with Ellen DeGeneres.

Could've sworn she was William H. Macy.

I told her that "Fargo" is my favorite film 12 times.

Oh forgive my rudeness, this is Gabriel Cole.

- I know who Gabriel Cole is.

Pegasus Eco Air. - That's me.

- We have a mutual friend. - Really, who's that?

- Melissa Young.

- Sorry, meet a lotta people.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

- Pegasus is the U.S.'s biggest aviation startup.

- In 15 years, Pegasus plan

to have electric aircraft running

on all the major routes in Europe.

- Actually, I could get it done sooner

but the aviation authorities can be real sticklers

when it comes to things like health and safety regulations.

- Boo. - Right?

- You can't make an omelet

with downing a few 747s worth of plebs.

- You're speakin' my language.

- Look, I would love to stay but I have to go.

Sofi Adjani has been arrested. - What for?

- She was in a fight. - Or somebody with a duck.

- Oh, the French. Fine, go.

- More important than me, I'm humbled.

- Well, I'll just have to leave you in Eve's capable hands.

- Lucky me.

- So, how can we help?

- Okay, so I made a couple of innocent little jokes

on Twitter and my shareholders

who clearly have no sense of humor got a little bit spooked.

- What did the tweets say?

- Well, I might've said something

about a certain competitor of mine not having a penis.

I always understood it wasn't libel if it was true.

Look, we all know the dance.

I say daddy, daddy I've been a naughty little girl

and I deserve a punishment.

Then they give me a spank on the ass

and a filthy wink and we can all just get onto work

like nothing ever happened.

So if you can just show me the slideshow,

gimme the badge or certificate, you'd be doing me a huge favor.

What?

- Duncan and I have a lot to catch upon

so we'll leave you to it.

Come on.

- Don't let him give you any shit.

- Do I look like a lady who'll take any shit?

- You most certainly do not.

I like her.

- Okay.

Excellent.

Well, why don't we start-

- Why don't we start with a drink?

Wow, you have a lotta flavored waters.

Is there gonna be a presentation?

- [Eve] No.

- Okay great.

Would you mind if we got outta here?

I could really use a proper coffee or a bloody Mary

or, oh, one of those bubble teas.

- I-

- Come on, please.

I spend my life in fucking boardrooms, please.

Just take me for a cup of coffee.

I will do whatever you ask.

I promise.

- [Woman On Phone] This is a message for Melody Bellway.

Just confirming your job interview

with Gwen at Pendall PR at 2:00 p.m. today.

We'll see ya then.

(upbeat music)

- Melody!

Melody!

One cap and an oat latte.

- One black Americano and a flat white.

But do you have cashew milk

'cause I don't want any of that dusty oat crap.

Excuse me? - Mm-hmm?

- This is froth. It should be microfoam.

It's not 1985.

Well, look who it is.

No, no, don't tell me, don't tell me,

I'll get it in a minute.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, you know, work.

You? - Work.

- Right, yes, of course.

It's ironic really considering coffee

was never your strong point.

So how are you? - Sorry.

- No, you, you go.

- Just how's Robyn?

- She's Robyn, you know, good old dead-eyed, tight-lipped,

drown everyone around you in a black sea

of self-involved self-destructive self-pity Robyn.

Jokes. We're fine.

Make it last.

Not one to fall out over a smelly old boy, of all things.

- And Tom? - Fuck knows.

Last I heard he's off the wagon again

so he's probably up to his guts in gack and 22 year olds.

Good times.

- Oh, I've got a job interview.

Pendall PR.

They're looking for a new assistant.

It's paid and everything.

- Good for you.

- And someone won't be going to that interview

unless she gets her little Scottish ass into gear

and makes me some coffee.

- Sorry. I better-

- Yeah, of course, you do you.

Nice to see you.

- Yeah.

- You made a friend.

- Yes, no, she used to work for me.

Okay, let's get on with this, shall we?

You need to think of yourself as a brand

and your social media is your shop window

so if you want me in your shop,

don't post a picture of your dick or dinner, okay?

Second-

- Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there.

Look, you are clearly exceptional at what you do

but I don't need any training.

I said what I said intentionally

to draw attention away from the fact that I was supposed

to test fly a brand-new prototype two weeks ago

and I can't get the damn thing's weight down enough

to get it off the ground, let alone across the Channel.

And yes, I know the stock drops a couple of points

every time the press calls me a loose cannon, you know,

but that is nothing compared to how far it would drop

if they started saying I can't deliver

what I said I would.

So I am here as a gesture of goodwill

to the board, no offense.

- None taken. - Okay, great.

Then how 'bout I take you out to lunch?

I find you incredibly attractive.

- You're not short on confidence, are you?

- Well, I do have a net worth of over 3,000,000,000.

- Dollars or pounds? - Pounds.

- So with the current exchange rate that's what,

like, 300 euros?

- Come on, live a little.

I say we cut class, smoke a joint.

Make out in the janitor's office.

- You seem to have confused a conversation

with an industry professional

with a romantic comedy from the early 90s

so why don't we just, just leave things there?

Don't worry about the coffees, they're on me.

- Wait, I'm sorry.

I know I'm being a douche.

- Oh, well, as long as you know.

- Real talk, I work really hard.

I spend my entire life swinging golf clubs and dicks

with investors and board members.

And actually what I'd really like...

is just to have lunch with someone

who doesn't give a crap about what I do

or what car I drive or what watch I wear.

Billionaire tech entrepreneur, philanthropist,

Bugatti Chiron, and F.P. Journe, FYI.

(upbeat music)

- [Marcus] Robyn. - Oh.

- God, thank God you're here. - Hey, Marcus.

- They are making me share a toilet

and there's a man with a tattoo of Cher on his neck

who keeps asking me to play bridge with him.

You've gotta get me out of here.

My wife still thinks that I'm in Hull

reporting on the party conference.

- Okay, technically I'm not here for you but don't worry.

I've called your lawyer and you should be out

by end of play so just be polite and avoid the showers.

Do you want me to call your wife to come get you?

- No, no, no, no. I'll manage.

(woman shouting in French)

- Hey, do you wanna stop swearing at everyone

before they arrest you again?

- They don't understand what I'm fucking saying.

You're all ignorant, you fucking English.

- I'm not English.

- God, I feel like I was a special guest at a piss party.

- So are you gonna tell me what happened?

- Look, I was a at a bar

and some guy got fresh so I decided

to give him a little smack.

- You fractured his mandible.

- Really?

- [Officer] You can't smoke here.

- Sorry.

- What did he actually do?

- He touched me. - He touched you?

- Sure, or he said something.

Look, I forget, what does it matter?

Men are assholes, we need an excuse now?

- We do when we fracture their mandibles.

- What is this mandible?

- It's the lower jawbone.

- Mandible? - Mm-hm.

- I like it.

Wow!

- Oh, Sofi!

This way.

Thank you.

(upbeat music) (siren wailing)

Sofi.

- [Sofi] I don't wanna talk about.

- [Robyn] It's aggravated assault.

- [Security Guard] Pass?

- This is my pass.

- Sorry.

Look, nothing's appeared in the press yet

but the real problem is Kendrick.

He's supposed to be announcing you as the face

of the new campaign and broken jawbones

don't exactly scream elegance.

- I hate that fucking name anyway.

It's so fucking pink.

- Look, I'm gonna try and make the charges go away,

but you have got to keep your head down.

- Sofi, where in Christ's tits have you been?

Shelly, I found her, come on, let's get her done now please.

- I am so sorry, my darling.

My puppy was sick.

- Oh Franco, baby girl, is he all right?

- I mean, he ate a tampon

and it blew up in him like a pufferfish.

He nearly suffocated but he's fine now.

- OMFG, well, you're here now.

Come on, let's get you done anyway.

Robyn, I am loving those line, they're great for you.

- Oh, thanks Rick.

Good luck with the show. (phone dings)

Sofi!

- [Sofi] What?

- Could I have one more word with Sofi please?

It's about the dog.

- You have 30 seconds.

- Security camera.

- What?

- There was a security camera.

- Oh, I look terrible.

See, he touched me!

- You bumped into him and he still apologized.

(Robyn gasps)

- That's a hell of a punch.

- A hell of a punch that's now breaking the internet.

(speaking in French)

(upbeat music)

- My God, I have missed this place.

- Best falafel.

- Damien sends his love.

(Caroline laughs) Well, he does.

You're still obsessed by the idea

that he doesn't like you.

- He doesn't like me.

But that's okay, I don't like him either.

Kidding.

- How's Bessie? - Spectacular.

- And the little one?

- Not so little but majestic.

(phones buzzing)

Seeing anyone?

- I have a few friends.

What about you?

- I don't go hungry, put it that way.

(phone buzzing)

- Do you want to take that?

- No, she's a big girl.

She can figure it out herself.

Now, have we accumulated the socially acceptable amount

of small talk to go and have sex yet?

Or do you want to chat about the fucking weather?

- Check please.

- So where'd you go to school, Downton Abbey?

- Ah, very good.

Are you intimidated because I speak proper?

- Not at all.

Us Americans, we don't care about class.

- No, you care about money.

- Ah, right, the American dream.

The more money you make, the better you are.

- Delightful simplification.

- Well, is it any worse

than the more money your mummy and daddy inherited

or the more money their mummies and daddies inherited,

the better you are?

That is system that literally promotes inbreeding.

No wonder you all have such terrible teeth.

- Oh, so capitalism is the key to the all-American smile.

- Hey, in America, as long as you get shit done

and you work hard enough,

it doesn't matter who you are, you can make it.

- Unless you're Black or Mexican or a woman.

- Touche.

Let's play.

Father, engineer, mother, Eastern European,

I'm thinking Balkan, activist slash life model.

- Father, lawyer, mother, Northern European,

well kept, resentful alcoholic.

- So close! - Actually that's not fair.

She had a law degree

but she sacrificed her glittering career

for her grubby little children as she so often reminds us.

Poor mummy, forgoing those 50-hour weeks

and having to settle for private Pilates lessons

and racially abusing the au pair.

Too much?

- God, I never get to meet girls like you.

It's always actresses and models and...

You know, they look great but they also have

this Melania Trump dead-behind-the-eyes thing

going on, you know?

But you, you're mean.

I love it. - I'm very charming.

(phone rings)

- I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something?

- Two secs.

- [Robyn] I've been calling you.

- [Eve] I'm with Mr. Cole.

- [Robyn] Someone leaked footage of Sofi's attack.

- Well what do you want me to do about it?

What does it show?

- I've sent it to you, it's bad.

- Britney with an umbrella bad?

- Solange in a lift bad, it's not pretty.

- Okay, hold on.

(Eve gasps)

Christ, hell of a punch.

- I need something fast.

Violence only plays well when it's for a noble cause.

Can we feminize it?

#notouching?

- The guy looks like he brews ethical craft ales

for a living, he hardly screams toxic masculinity.

- Okay, well if it's not sexism,

we need another ism.

Race?

Sofi's not a Muslim, is she?

- There. - [Eve] What?

- [Melody] A witness.

- [Eve] Must be those guys.

- Who are you talking to?

- No one.

1:48, the two men watching on.

Can we use them?

- Okay, we can use this.

I'm gonna pay Dorothy96 a visit.

- Text me the address and I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

- Where you going? - Business.

- I'm business. - No, you're not.

- Oh, does that mean I'm pleasure?

- You wish.

- Can I see you again?

- I'll think about it.

It was good to see you.

Thank you.

Make sure you give her a good tip.

- I'll tip you what you earn in a week

if you give me her number.

- Oh my God.

(upbeat music)

- Melody.

- You were utterly incredible, Mills.

Having said that, there was a moment there

when I thought I might be having a heart attack.

- There are worse ways to go.

- Could be an inconvenience, though, couldn't it?

Especially for you.

- So, what do you really want to talk to me about?

- Oh God, am I really that transparent?

- Babysitting brat boy billionaires

isn't usually your bag, baby, so...

What's going on?

You want to sell up, don't you?

What's wrong? Knocked up some Russian?

- No, it's not about the company, it's not that.

- What was that for?

- I just wanted one last one that wasn't clouded with pity.

- What are you talking about?

- I have blood cancer.

I have about six weeks, if that.

- You look fine.

- I'm not fine.

- I don't-- - It's done.

There's no treatment, there's no options.

It is what it is

and to be honest

I'd prefer not to talk it to death.

- Oh.

- Just need to tidy up a few things and do it

with a modicum of dignity, best I can.

I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you.

- So you fucked me.

- The last thing I wanted was a charity shag,

nothing sadder than that.

- At least you'll die handsome.

- The lawyers'll tie up all the business stuff,

it's not complicated.

- Have you told Elizabeth?

- No, I'm seeing her next.

Don't imagine that meeting

will be quite as good as this one.

- Not all ex-wives are created equal.

- Never was a truer word said.

And I really should shower.

Flying to New York tonight and I should catch her

before I go.

- You can't stay?

- I can't think of a better way to leave you.

In fact, um...

I will always remember you like this.

- Naked in a hastily booked hotel room.

- Scene of some of our greatest adventures.

- I can't argue with that.

- You are a classy bitch, Mills.

(water running)

(melancholy music)

(upbeat music)

(glass taps)

- Dorothy96?

- Sorry, who are you?

- My name's Robyn, I work MP/PR.

I'd like to talk to you about the video

of you watching Sofi Adjani breaking a man's jaw.

- Well how did you-

- Here's a tip, don't use the same handle

across all internet platforms.

- Also, do not buy that vintage 70s sideboard

you're currently watching on eBay, it's not real vintage.

You need to be looking for teak or rosewood

and if you ask me, I'd pay the extra money and go Danish.

- We did see it.

It was bloody vicious, it was. She really went for him.

- The bitch is fierce.

- Stu loves her, nearly pissed his knickers when he saw her.

- I did not.

- I had to stand in front of her like a muppet

just so you could get a sneaky pic.

- You wanted that picture for your Instagram, thank you.

- Did I, really?

- [Stu] You did, you had a filter on and everything.

- Boys.

We need... Sofi needs a favor.

- From us?

- How would you like front row seats

at Kenrick's London show?

♪ Come on, yeah, oh, come on, yeah ♪

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Gwen] Hi, is that Melody Bellway?

- Speaking.

- [Gwen] Hi Melody, it's Gwen from Pendall's PR Firm,

you're scheduled for an interview with us this afternoon.

- [Melody] Yeah, that's right.

- [Gwen] I just wanted to let you know

that unfortunately we're going to have to cancel the interview.

- Okay.

Can I ask why?

- [Gwen] Look, Melody, strictly between us,

I contacted MP/PR for a reference.

- Right.

- [Gwen] And I have to be honest, it wasn't good.

- Was that Robyn? 'Cause there's a--

- [Gwen] We had 900 applications for this job.

Maybe you're better taking MP/PR off your CV?

- Okay, thank you.

Bye.

(melancholy music)

(door taps)

- [Ruth] Hi!

- [Kelly] I'm hungry!

- Bye, darling.

Love you.

Okay, bit of homework.

Apparently she has to draw an animal

that would've been on Noah's Ark.

Obviously, I told her that Noah's Ark didn't really exist

and she said she knew that

but that her teacher would bust her balls

if she didn't do it, so...

- Okay, got it.

Look, Mark, can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Okay, in Microsoft Office, how do you put in those columns

without making the writing all weird?

- Okay, what, you're just doing a bit

of casual spreadsheeting are you?

- I'm actually trying to make a CV

but I feel like I haven't used a computer

for anything other than online shopping

since grade school, so... - You're looking for a job?

- Is that a problem? - No, no, no, no, I just didn't.

Doing what?

- Why is it so hard for everyone

to imagine me doing something for myself?

- It's not, it's not, I'm sorry.

I think it's a great idea.

I mean, actually, I was talking to one

of the other mums at school

and she's doing a few days a week as a TA.

I mean, that's decent hours. You'd be amazing at that.

- So as a way of getting a break

from spending every waking hour looking after our children,

you think that I should get a job looking after

other people's children?

- No, I didn't.

- 'Cause obviously the only thing

that dummy mummy Ruth can do is look after children, is that?

- Okay, Ruth, you know what- - It is always a pleasure, Mark.

- Yeah, you-

Cocks!

(melancholy music)

- [Kelly] Mummy, when's daddy coming home?

- I don't know babe, he might not be.

- Why?

- Well, because daddies don't always live at home

but we still love you just as much

and you're gonna see him all the time, I promise.

- Do you have a daddy?

- Yeah, his name is Jared

and he lives in America in a place called Philadelphia

and he stopped living in my home when I was a teenager

because he and Granny Clara had a big falling out.

- Can we go see him?

- Babe, mummy has some work to do.

Why don't you go upstairs and check your fairy door, huh?

(melancholy music)

(bell rings)

- She can't go out there. Sorry Sof, you know I love you,

but she's supposed to be the face of the new campaign.

- Rick. - Elegance, elegance.

What's elegant about this?

She looks like Tyson fucking Fury!

- It's a stupid name anyway.

Why elegance? You're not even French.

- It's French Algerian on my mother's side.

(speaking in French) - Sof, not helping.

- I can't deal with this right now.

I've got a show starting in less than 30 minutes.

- Sorry we're late.

I had to sell a tit to get these two through security.

- Who the fuck are they?

- Okay, Ricky, you need to chill your boots

and listen to me.

With the greatest of respect, Sofi's right.

Elegance is a shitty name.

- It's 2020, bae, women don't want to be elegant,

they want to be strong, they want to be badass.

- They want to be warriors.

- Fuck yes, we do.

- Rick, this is Simon and Stu.

They're the innocent gay couple from the video.

Now what you can't hear is

that they're being verbally abused.

- They were?

- We were. - It was awful, honestly.

- Do you know what your Sofi,

our little elegant Sofi did?

She stood up for them because no one else would.

- I did?

- She stood up to a bully, a man twice her size,

and she knocked him the fuck out.

Do you know why?

- She's a warrior.

- Guerriere. That I like.

- Now tell me that's not the sort

of woman you want representing your brand.

(upbeat electronic music)

- All sorted?

- [Robyn] Guerriere is live.

(people cheering)

- Sofi, hi, hi!

(people clapping)

(upbeat music)

- Hey Mike, how are you?

- Well, I'm just about as happy as a pig in shit.

What can I get for you babber?

- Just the usual please.

Was that last lot the same?

It doesn't seem to be working as well.

- Well, you're probably building up a tolerance.

Get it all from the same place, Dr. Dick.

Writes me prescriptions in return for favors.

Man has a terrible opium habit.

It's actually admired

because you don't really see it much these days.

Yeah, he functions at 11 all week

and then just disappears off the face of the Earth

for two days straight.

It's incredible really.

Oh, word of advice, mind.

If you do have any cataract surgery,

you might wanna avoid West London Hospital.

Here you go.

All there, count 'em if you like.

- No, I trust you.

Have you got any Ambien?

- Got some benzos. They'll knock you right out.

- No.

- Oh, I can't tempt with a little bit of chari can I?

Just got this killer shipment in from Columbia.

Still got the cartel stamp on it, it is proper mint.

- No, I'm good.

Well, thanks for comin'.

- Always a pleasure, never a chore.

(chill electronic music)

- Melody.

You'll be fine.

See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- [Eve] I just wanted to say thank you for today.

- Oh God, don't be silly.

Hardly did anything.

- How'd the interview go?

- It didn't.

Robyn told them not to hire me.

Why would she do that?

- There's no point trying to figure out why

that girl does what she does.

It's a losing battle.

You choose to have her in your life or you don't.

Look, how do you feel about working for MP/PR?

- I don't understand, I was fired.

- That was as an intern.

I'm talking about as an assistant, my assistant in fact.

- You're getting an assistant?

I mean, yes.

I would love to, so much.

When's the interview? - That was it.

So do you want it or not?

- Well, but Robyn, Caroline.

- I cleared it with Caroline earlier.

Told her it was you who saved our bacon

on the Sofi thing, she said it was fine

as long as you stop dressing like Dora the Explorer.

- Oh my God, thank you so much.

I promise I will not let you down.

We should go for a drink, we should celebrate.

- Right, sounds excellent, however,

I have a billionaire taking me up The Shard tonight.

Might even go for dinner, too.

Someone must have slipped him my number.

This needs doing.

Dry clean only, you shrink it, you buy it.

There's a peach.

- Okay.

(upbeat electronic music)

- [Gwen] Hey babe, it's Gwen.

Thanks for sending over that reference about Melody.

Sounds like we dodged a bullet.

Thanks for the heads up, see you soon, bye.

(siren wails)

- [Robyn] Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doin' here?

- I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

How you doin'?

- I'm good. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Good.

I saw on Instagram that you and Robbie took a trip.

- What are you doin' on my Instagram?

- Nothing, I was just,

I just never got around to unfollowing you,

is that a problem?

- No, I just don't know how helpful it is, that's all.

- For you or for me?

- What do you want, Rob?

- I'm pregnant.

- Are you sure?

Oh my days!

I don't-

(melancholy music)

Is it even mine?

- I don't know.

- Does Tom know?

- I haven't-

- Just go home, Rob. - Sam.

- Look, what do you want from me?

- I'm sober. - I don't believe you.

I don't believe anything that comes out of your mouth.

Look, I'm at work okay?

This is my work, please, can you leave, please?

- Look, I've- - Rob, leave, now, please.

♪ I've been everywhere I wanna go ♪

♪ Seen everything I wanna see ♪

♪ But baby I am tired ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ I'm tired of cocaine, I'm tired of pills ♪

♪ I'm tired of tryin' to soothe my ills ♪

♪ Baby, I can't lie ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ Maybe I'm just tired of me ♪

♪ Baby, I'm so tired of me ♪

(pen scratching)