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(phone vibrating)

- Hello. - Robyn, it's me, Danny.

Danny Davis. I'm fucked, Rob.

This journalist, she's got pictures of me.

I am freaking out.

- Okay, just calm down.

- [Danny] Deepak's gonna crucify me. - What journalist?

- [Danny] I don't know, Abi, Abi, Annie something.

- Abigail Reese?

- [Danny] Yes, yes, that's it! That sounds right!

They'll kill us with the contract.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

- Danny, you have to stop shouting at me.

- (phone chimes) - Calm down, take a Xanax.

I have a couple of things I have to do,

but I will be with you in a bit, okay?

- [Danny] Promise? - We got this.

- [Danny] Okay, okay, okay, all right, okay.

- Breakfast? My wife is expecting me back.

(upbeat music)

(alarm clock ringing)

(upbeat music)

- Good morning, beautiful. I did it.

- [Eve] Did what?

- The prototype, I figured it out. We should celebrate.

- You should shower.

Gabriel, darling, I'm delighted for you.

Really I am, but if you needed to work,

then why didn't you just cancel me?

- I wanted you here. You focused me, and I figured it out.

We figured it out.

We should have french toast.

- I have to go. It's my sister-in-law's handy.

- No, stay.

I thought you didn't want to go to that thing anyway?

- So you just want me to cancel my plans again?

- I'll make it worth your while.

Oh, come on, honey, you inspired me.

Every genius needs his muse, you are my muse.

Hmm, I wanna take you everywhere,

like a lucky charm.

- Like a pet?

- No, wait, this is serious.

I love this, we made a great team.

- Well, I'm-- I'm...

I'm glad that you have finished your work.

- Look, dating a billionaire has its challenges.

Sometimes I have to work late.

But on the flip side, you get the best food, you get the best wine.

You never have to stand in an airport line ever again.

Some people would say that's a pretty sweet deal.

(upbeat music)

- I really should go.

- Okay, well, come back after the party,

you'll have my undivided attention.

- Enjoy your breakfast, Gabriel.

- [Gabriel] Babe, we okay?

(giggles)

- Tell you what, why don't you ask Mimi? See what she thinks?

- Ask me what? - Kaz is offended by the fact

that I still shave my armpits.

- It's too early in the morning

to be talking about my daughter's body hair.

- [Bessie] You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - Are you sure?

- Yeah, I just need to get dressed.

(upbeat music)

- Quite a dress.

- Thank you.

- Touting for business?

- Just making the most of my legs,

before I'm too old and have to wear a pantsuit.

- Stayed in this hotel once, I was 19.

Some Indian prince took me for dinner, trying to woo me.

Wanted to take me back to Delhi,

show me off as his alabaster wife.

Promised me riches beyond belief.

- Nineteen was my first marriage proposal. - First?

- Pre-pre marriage, the one I said yes to, of course,

and one post marriage.

- Were you tempted by the prince?

- Not really. He had a terribly small penis,

and I've never been a fan of spicy food.

Still fun to daydream, though, isn't it?

(doors open)

You really must stop dyeing your hair.

- After you, Mommy.

- Is it good for her being on that thing the whole time?

- Tell you what, do you wanna see if she wants to play I Spy?

- Sure you're okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Mom, it's understandable that you're gonna be feeling a little bit--

- Darling, please don't try and psychoanalyze me.

I appreciate you might be feeling a little out of practice,

but I'm afraid you're gonna have to scratch that itch elsewhere.

- Why are you being so hostile?

- Apparently it all starts with one's mother.

Sorry, I'm being a bitch.

- How's Michael? - Michael's good.

He's busy at work 'cause of all the redundancy.

So he's pretty stressed.

- Decided when do you wanna go back to work?

- Momma, I haven't even have the baby yet!

- Doesn't seem fair, him going off and doing his thing,

while you're at home stuck with a baby.

- I can't wait to be stuck at home with a baby.

You know, some people actually quite like raising their children.

- Can you two just play nice?

You're supposed to be my benchmark

for female-on-female relationships,

and I'd like for it to be a positive one, please.

- She's very woke. - (giggles)

So anyway, why are they having this thing so far away?

- Well, Lady Muck wants him buried in the family plot.

- They have a family plot? - Yes.

- Where do you want me to stick you when you pop off?

- Shove me in a furnace and throw me in the sea.

Don't bury me.

I put a lot of effort into preserving this body,

and the thought of it just degrading like that

filled me with anxiety.

I want to be fabulous,

right up until the last possible moment.

- Oh, yes, queen. - Ah!

- (giggling) Password please.

- Kill me. - (giggling) Bubbles.

Kitty, drink them.

This is Kitty, my maid of dishonor.

We used to play lacrosse together,

though he was always more of a rower, weren't you, Kit?

Kitty, this is the famous Victoria mommy-to-be.

Thank you so much for being here.

- Darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Oh.

- And this stunning creature is Eve. Hey, sis.

Thank you so much for being here.

Honestly, I didn't think you're going to make it.

- Well, she missed her grandmother's 90th, so count yourself honored.

Come in, I'm literally just getting pampered into oblivion.

Kitty, jackets.

Come, come.

- You look beautiful.

- Oh, stop it, you'll make me cry.

- Don't, you'll set me off.

Now, this is just a little something.

- Oh my God, it's gorgeous.

- Is that Granny Mac's? - Gorgeous, look.

- You always said you'd give that to me when I got married.

- Yes, well, I didn't want it to go to waste.

- That's so kind of you. - Nonsense.

You are part of the family now,

not to mention my best chance of grandkids anytime soon,

so I have to butter you up.

- Sorry. I know I should be putting your needs first.

- Eve doesn't have time for kids.

She's too busy being an absolute badass.

I keep seeing your posts on Instagram.

Your life is so glamorous.

- Don't believe everything you see on social media, darling.

Oh, you are aware she works in PR?

(laughing)

- Okay, well, when everyone gets here,

we're going to pop downstairs for a bit of a spa,

and then after that, it's back up to the room

for afternoon tea with a twist.

- Ooh, what's the twist? - Alcohol.

- [Abigail] Jesus, this place is insane.

- Nothing says grief like a lavish display

of unearned money.

Whatever.

What do you think?

- You look superb.

That's one of the things I've always loved about you.

The way you embrace tradition.

- It was your idea.

You saw that picture of me at my gran-gran's funeral.

You said, "If I die first, promise me

"you'll go to my funeral dressed exactly like that."

The parish priest will spontaneously combust.

- You know you look really ugly, when you're grumpy.

- Oh, damn girl.

- Oh my God!

- What do you think?

- Fierce.

- Are you serious?

- What?

- Mom, you can't wear that.

- It's traditional.

- Elizabeth will have a heart attack.

- Hopefully. - Mom!

- This is what people in my culture wear to funerals.

- Your culture? Mom, you're from Croydon,

and I've seen you wear a wrapper like three times in your life,

and every time, you bitched about it.

- Well, I think it looks sick.

- See she thinks it's sick.

- Is it gonna be one of those days, is it? - One of what days?

- Can't we just go and be nice and pay our respects to Duncan?

- Of course we can, darling. That's exactly what we're going to do.

- Wakanda forever.

♪♪ (upbeat music)

(cork pops)

- So what do you do, Eve?

- Oh, she's in PR.

- Like our fab?

- But not as funny.

- No, but seriously, she's like off living the SATC dream.

Lots of men, lots of parties.

- I don't know how you do it.

Since becoming a mommy, me and the feller

are literally tucked up in bed by nine p.m.

- Well, Eve's probs still in bed by nine p.m.,

just with a bunch of different fellas, right?

(all laughing)

- Yes, right, I am a total slut.

(all laughing)

- Kim's got twins.

- [Kim] Two for the price of one.

All natural, hashtag blessed, look.

- Right.

- So amazing, supermom.

- I'm lucky to have Magda to help out,

but I'm not going to lie, breastfeeding two at once

makes you feel a bit like a Mr. Whippy machine.

But really it's actually great getting two out of the way like that.

Me and Humph always said we wanted three plus,

so this way we're a good 18 months ahead of "sched."

- God, I just can't wait to be pregnant.

I'm just not sure that Christian's ready yet.

- My darling, I'm just impressed you even got him this far.

I'm grateful to you for calming him down.

- Oh God, was he trouble, Vic?

(all giggling)

- Boys will be boys.

- Do you remember that time he and his friends

got accused of sexual assault at university?

That was hilarious, we were grateful

that Daddy had a few powerful lawyer friends

that day, I can tell you.

Still boys will be boys.

- He wasn't charged.

- Hi, Robyn, it's me. I'm here with the girls.

I think we should stick together,

safety in numbers and all that.

I'm slightly worried we're gonna be herded

into a giant wicked tea pot and burned to death.

Okay, bye.

- Any luck?

- Wife number two.

- [Damien] Caroline.

- Hi.

- Thank you so much for coming.

You look wonderful.

- Thank you, Damien. How are you bearing up?

- Just trying to get everybody through today.

Give the old man a proper send-off.

- I'm sure he'd be very proud.

- Are you?

- Bessie-- Have you met Bessie?

- Hey, Bessie. Oh, look at that!

- Oh. - Hello in there.

- [Caroline] This is Kaz? - Oh yes, I think we met

when you were very little.

You're a grandmother, incredible.

It's true what they say, isn't it, really?

Really doesn't crack, does it?

- Oh, Caroline, do you remember my mother, Elizabeth?

- Oh, you came? - I was honored to be invited.

- Well he did stipulate in his dying wishes.

Colorful dress.

Would one call it a dress?

It's perfect. It really stands out...

amongst all this dowdy black.

I suppose you've come to make sure

you're not cut out of the will.

- Oh, quite right.

When you spent all these years digging up the gold,

you don't want to get pipped at the finish line.

(Elizabeth laughing)

- You are very bold, aren't you?

(phone vibrating)

- Danny, Danny, what an unexpected surprise.

- [Danny] Where the fuck is Robyn?

I'm losing my shit here.

- Whoa, whoa, you need to slow down.

- [Danny] Did she speak to you about the journalist?

- Abby Reese? - What about Abby Reese?

- [Danny] She's got pictures, me sucking up the white stuff

like a fucking aardvark at an ant farm!

- I've already told Robyn all this. - You spoke to Robyn?

- [Danny] Hours ago, she said she'd come over.

- Okay, Danny, I'm sending someone to you right now,

just don't do anything stupid, okay?

Hang in there darling, someone will be right with you.

Suck a donkey dick.

- (line ringing) - Come on.

- [Robyn] Hey, it's Robyn, I'm busy right now,

but leave me a message after the--

- Oh, for fuck's sake!

(phone ringing)

- Caroline. - Where the fuck is Robyn?

- Haven't heard from her since yesterday.

- I need someone at Danny Davis' house right now.

Reese is running a story, he's freaking out and needs containing.

- I'm at my sister-in-law's Hendu.

- I don't give a herd a flying cocks where you are.

Someone needs to be at his house within the hour.

- Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- [Robyn] Hey, it's Robyn, I'm busy right now.

- Oh, not kicked that filthy habit then?

Still, I suppose at least it keeps you thin.

Could you at least make an effort to be civil for Madeline's sake?

- I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm just not as practiced

at disguising my inner reptile as you are.

Look, I might just need to nip out for a sec,

there's been an emergency at work.

- I wondered how long it would take

before you found an excuse to disappear.

I thought you might at least make it to cocktails.

Go then, off you go.

- Oh, Mommy, I'll be back as soon--

- You don't have anything to prove, you know?

I know you think you're better than everyone,

because you work at weekends and you swear

and you go on marches about tampon tax.

- Oh, I'm sorry, would you prefer me to just drown

my potential in Prosecco?

Just squeeze out some pretty babies,

whilst obsessing over catchment areas

and getting my home featured in Hound And Gardens?

- Everybody loves a little bit of rebellion,

but one always defaults to what one knows.

Now, it might take some people longer than others but it happens,

my advice to you,

try not to make it too long a journey back,

because unlike your brother, you do have a time limit.

Well, good luck with your emergency.

Don't bother coming back in, no need to make a scene.

- Hello, I'm Melody. You must be Danny.

- It can be hard being a son,

when your father is a man like my dad.

He casts a long shadow. He came from meager beginnings,

God almighty, this is depressing.

Who the fuck all these dreary people?

I don't even know who half of them are.

The other half I never liked anyway.

My send-off was supposed to be shot out of a cannon from a super yacht.

- The family wanted the modest affair,

I was lucky to get an invite.

What are you wearing?

My funeral. I can wear whatever the fuck I want.

- Despite initial struggles with

what we now know to be dyslexia.

- Oh dear God, are these the best anecdotes

he can come up with?

I once snorted a gram of cocaine off Kylie Minogue's bottom

and then rode a Shetland pony into a swimming pool.

(laughs, coughs)

Don't laugh at guests, darling.

Standing out enough as it is.

- Force in the lives of the ones we love as he was.

We love you, Dad.

- Boring.

- There was an old man from Kintyre

who worked his whole life in PR.

He drank like a duck and he liked a good book

and could do more blow than Richard Pryor.

Thank you.

(upbeat music)

- That is why I married you.

- Powerful words.

- I wasn't gonna stand up there and recite Keats.

The man was a punk, a beautiful punk.

He'd have hated all this pomp.

The least I can do to honor his memory

is bring my own little slice of anarchy to the proceedings.

- I think he'll be very proud of your efforts.

- You're such a fucking bad ass.

- Kaz! - Sorry, but she is.

- How are you feeling?

- Hungry, will you head inside and find somewhere to sit

as far away from the grownups as possible?

I need to go the bathroom.

(upbeat music)

(weeping)

(all giggling)

- [Man] Eve Carter Price?

- That's me. - Yes.

- Your party has been upgraded. - What?

- (upbeat music) - (cheering)

- Oh my God!

(cheering)

- Unbelievable.

- O-M-G, who's Gabriel?

- Oh nothing, he's a client.

- Nice of him to upgrade us.

Sounds like someone's been giving him special treatment.

- Um, who is this? - What does he do?

- He builds electric planes.

- Shut the front door, not Gabriel Cole?

- Stop it. - Who?

- Gabriel Cole, he's like this sexy billionaire tech

entrepreneur slash playboy guy, right?

- Is that the guy? - Yeah, that's the guy.

- Really?

- I mean, it's nothing, we've been on a few dates.

(all laughing)

- Let's drink to that.

Lucky bitch.

- So, I didn't know you are seeing anyone.

Billionaire tech entrepreneur, hey?

How'd you manage that?

Actually don't answer that.

(all toasting)

- That was quite a speech.

Did you write it yourself?

- These o'dourves are precious.

I feel like I'm in a TV movie

about Princess Michael of Kent.

- Well, we can't all be as avant-garde as you.

- That's the problem with old money I find.

People simply don't know how to spend it.

- Whereas people who spend other people's money

seem to be able to do it was no trouble at all.

- Oh, stop flirting, you're turning me on.

- Have you always been this vulgar?

I suppose that's why Duncan liked you so much.

- That and my magnificent cooch.

Please excuse me.

(Kaz giggling)

Hilarious affairs aren't they, these things?

- This is Mimi.

- Caroline Mills, grieving widow,

and this is my 15-year-old daughter.

- Oh, I'm actually her granddaughter.

- Can I get you something to drink?

- Yes I'd love a glass of champagne,

and she'll have orange juice.

- Mimi.

- Volvo?

- Deepak's gonna kill me.

He's gonna straight-up nuts in a nutribullet murder me.

- Well, Danny I think he's gonna understand.

- You guys are a team. -(Danny giggling)

- Understand? He hates me, babe,

He's been meaning to go it alone

ever since I fingered the head of BBC Three's

missus at the summer ball.

We were both smashed. We drank a jug of Pimm's each.

I could barely find the hole.

- Okay, well--

- I'm such a fucking idiot.

Ah, I need a bump.

- I need a bump. - What are you doing?

- I'm losing my shit here.

I need something to take the edge off

or I'm gonna lose it.

- No, no, I am under strict instructions.

Please just don't, just,

Danny do not do this, Danny!

(blowing)

(Danny laughing)

(giggling)

(Danny weeping)

- Oh no, no, don't cry.

Oh no, no, Danny don't cry.

(weeping)

(upbeat music)

You're upset about the cocaine?

(upbeat music)

- This was very kind of him.

- What?

- Your friend, Gabriel.

He's obviously very generous.

- Very rich, you mean?

- I'm happy for you, darling. Really, I am.

You found someone.

I mean, it's all I've ever wanted for you.

- Really?

That's all?

Why?

Anybody at all, doesn't matter what they're like,

just as long as they've got a nice haircut

and plenty of cash, right?

- Sometimes, darling, you do sound like such a child.

- Excuse me?

- Sweetheart.

(indistinct)

Quid pro quo.

This is not one of the worst things

- you could settle for. - Wow!

- You think you're so emancipated, don't you?

That's not empowerment you're standing on, sweetheart,

it's privilege.

Oh, by all means, carry on having sex

with all these strangers,

under the pretense that it's you objectifying them,

but sweetheart, no matter what your politics are,

they're the ones showing off to their friends

about the filthy posh bitch

who demeaned herself for their pleasure.

You think you're better than these girls, don't you?

Why's that? Because you know you could have

any one of their husband's tiny little schlongs?

Well, I'm sure you're welcome to them,

because they have his money, his security

and his children.

You get to be a wife or a mistress, Eve, not both.

At least these women pretend to have class.

- Fuck's sake!

(upbeat music)

- I love this game.

I used to play this with my mom and dad

when we went on camping holidays.

- Have you got any brothers and sisters?

When I was on holiday,

my brother used to steal my underpants

and lock me in stranger's bedrooms.

(giggling)

Boys, hey?

So tell me what's a nice girl like you doing working in PR?

You seem like you got too much of a soul?

- I like it. I like helping people.

- Bollocks. If you really wanted to help people,

you'd be wiping old people's asses

or volunteering for one of those charities

that give flip flops to hobos.

- All right.

I like the drama as well and the glamor.

I mean, come on, this is pretty cool right now.

'Cause I've been watching you on the telly

since I was like, what, seven?

And I'm just sitting here playing cards

and eating Hawaiian pizza.

- Seven?

Christ, go easy on me, love,

I'm in a fragile enough mental state as it is.

(laughs)

I don't go to that place 'cause I'm a sex addict, by the way--

the knocking shop.

I mean I used to go there for the girls.

I know that sounds grubby, but, in my head,

I felt better than just going to nightclubs

and shagging girls 'cause I was famous.

There was this one girl there, Cheryl.

We really hit it off, so we started.

Couldn't really call it a relationship, but she had a kid.

- Oh my God, your kid?

- No one knows.

Just Deepak, obviously, and Robyn.

She managed to keep it all out of the press.

- Danny, please don't get upset.

- What sort of muppet messes this up, hey?

I come from nothing.

I've had the whole world literally on its knees

with my wang in their lips,

and I still managed to mess it up.

- God, you've got a real way with words.

- Thank you.

(upbeat music)

- I'll have a martini, dry and dirty.

- Here she is, the wicked stepmother.

Caroline, Bessie, this is my wife, Charlotte.

Charlotte, this is my stepmom, Caroline.

She had an affair with my dad when I was, what, 14?

Then they moved to New York

and Poulsen PR became Mills Poulsen PR.

She even managed to convince him to put her name first.

That's that's how good she is at her job.

- Well, I can't claim credit

for the order of the alphabet.

- I'm sure you'd try.

Hey, sis, what's cooking?

- It's amazing to see how much you've grown up, Damien.

- Touché. - Honey, why don't we get another drink?

- Not your conventional stepmom.

I mean, can you imagine this Amazonian goddess

coming into your life when you're a 14-year-old boy

wanting you to call her mommy?

- Sweetheart, I never wanted you to call me mommy.

- It's a confusing time for a boy of that age full of hormones,

I mean what were you at the time 26?

- Damien don't be a--

- Still, I suppose every family needs their black sheep.

- Damien.

- Honey, would you get me a drink?

Please.

- I'll give you a hand.

(Damien weeping)

- Damien, I'm sorry about your father. He loved you very much

and I'm sorry you're still angry

about your parents' divorce.

- I'm not angry.

They hated each other anyway.

Look, it's fine, I mean,

I'm sure when I'm in my 50s

I'll start fucking the help too.

- Don't you talk to me like that.

Don't you talk to any woman like that, you little brat.

- Have you seen the will?

You might wanna be more careful

about not pissing off your biggest shareholder.

(laughing)

(upbeat music)

- So would you like a dance?

- Oh, no, thank you. I'm enjoying the show here.

- Are these your friends?

- That's my mother there,

the the one that looks like the matriarch from a Greek tragedy

who's just agreed the death of a thousand babies.

She just wants me married off.

The shame of having an un-betrothed child

is just awfully difficult to explain in the family newsletter.

"You can be a wife or a mistress, Eve, not both."

- Virgins or whores? - Right. Exactly.

- Oh, and also I just, um--

I spiked their champagne with ecstasy.

I do realize that drugging a room full of strangers

without their consent is not cool.

But my mom's a massive bitch.

Sorry, not sorry.

- [Robyn] Hey, it's Robyn. I'm busy right now,

but leave me a message after--

- Right, no more now, give it to me.

Give it to me.

I don't know how you do it.

- What? - That.

This.

Does it not bother you,

constantly being surrounded by these people?

You know, as a psychologist or--

- Actually, please not now, I'm tired.

- Sorry.

I just don't know how you survived it.

- The joy of social mobility

is you get to realize that everyone's a prick.

(giggling)

It was amazing, Mom, honestly.

Very proud of you, what you did,

Hope you know that.

I know sometimes--

I mean, if I ever seemed ungrateful--

- Oh, Bessie.

- No, a black single mother

from a councilor estate in Croydon to--

- Black single grandmother being looked down upon

by room full of rich white people.

- They are not looking down at you,

they are fucking terrified of you.

I'm sorry,

Well...

I know I probably wasn't around enough.

- No, I get it.

- I just wanted you to have everything you wanted.

- And you wanted you to have everything you wanted,

and that's okay.

- I had an affair, you know.

His name was Gerald, he's dead now.

He died in a yachting accident.

He had a holiday home on the coast,

he used to take me there sometimes and made love to me.

I'd let him do anything to me.

He was a boarding school boy you know so,

naturally he had a few perversions,

you know what I mean.

Sometimes we did it in the marital bed.

I always left the sheets on.

For when Duncan came home, I never told him.

Even when you happened, I never told him.

Didn't wanna let him off the hook.

Anyway.

- These people are so fucking weird.

(upbeat music)

- Look at that thing.

Fucking twins. My cooch looks like a beef tomato

that's been shot with an airgun.

I do six hours of Pilates a week,

still looks like a lollipop lady

with carpal tunnel syndrome trying to grip her stick.

It's an actual fucking tragedy.

- Here she is.

My beautiful girl.

My God, you are so beautiful, do you know?

- I know, Mommy, why must I squander my diminishing--

- No, no, seriously look, look,

bones in your skin.

Isn't it amazing to think that you came out of my tummy?

I mean, isn't that just bloody mental?

Oh, when you were a little girl,

a baby, I couldn't--

I couldn't stop smelling you,

and everyone thought I was this mad woman,

but I couldn't get enough.

Oh, I just-- Oh, I just couldn't get enough.

I just--

I really, really love you.

Do you know that?

- I love you, too.

- My baby girl. Oh, my baby.

Good gracious look at you.

I mean, you are--

You are really beautiful, too.

Your bones...

oil skin...

ooh.

- Why does weeing feel so good?

- Oh my God, you're crying, why?

- Oh, nothing honestly.

My mother.

- Yeah, they do that.

Why do you think my mine wasn't invited?

- I'm sorry. - What for?

- I was angry with my mother and so I wanted to show her

all you classy bitches are just as basic as I am.

And so I spiked the champagne with molly.

- Which one's Molly, is she a stripper?

It must be safe for all of us.

Most of these girls have been planning their wedding

since they were teenagers.

I wish I was like you.

Strong enough to swim against the current.

Rest of us, the water just washes us away.

I mean, do you think I wanna marry your brother?

We've been together for 18 months,

and he's (indistinct) me twice.

Shagged a woman that runs a canine grooming salon.

I mean, seriously, he chose me.

I'm 28, I'm too scared to say no.

It's not just me, you know,

Allegra's husband shags prostitutes on business trips,

Camilla's husband wanks off to Japanese pornography

when he thinks she's asleep,

and Casey's definitely gay.

Their weddings were bloody beautiful.

I'm going to do a sick, get out.

(vomiting)

(upbeat music)

♪ You say that you ♪

♪ Never wanted to see ♪

♪ Pictures of me ♪

♪ But every time it comes around again ♪

♪ It feeds my soul ♪

♪ And it plays my role ♪

♪ But every time it comes around again ♪

♪ It makes me cold ♪

♪ And I lose control ♪

- You know we consider it pretty rude to not buy a dance?

- How about I just pay for the conversation?

- Babe, they're all just paying for the conversation.

- Does your mother know what you do?

- Yep. - And she's cool with it?

- Not exactly, but then she works in brand management for Nestle,

and, to be honest, I'm not exactly cool with that.

Your mom's being sick in a plant pot.

(upbeat music)

(vomiting)

(sirens wailing)

- You hate me, you think I'm a horrible mother.

- You are a horrible mother,

but I don't hate you.

This is the taxi.

- [Eve] He's here for you, Mom.

- Oh, darling, I did my best with what I had.

- Me too.

(slow calm music)

(phone ringing)

- Rob, my goodness, where've you been?

I've had a hell of a night.

- [Tom] Eve is that you?

- Tom?

- You definitely don't wanna come in with us

and squeeze in with the cans?

- Thank you, darling, I am totally exhausted.

Thank you for today.

It meant a lot you being there.

Would have meant a lot for Duncan as well.

- Oh, come here.

- I love you, Mimi.

- I love you too, honey.

- Come.

(soft music)

- (giggling) Hi.

- Well, I suppose I should get going.

- I suppose you should.

Was I an act of rebellion for you?

- Was I for you?

(laughing)

Your son's a prick, you know that?

- Yeah, I know.

Gets it from his mother, I'm afraid.

- Goodbye, Poulson.

- Goodbye, Mills.

(upbeat music)

- Did you get what I asked for?

There's a good boy.

- So? - No talking, please. Just get undressed.

♪ We'd be running around, 'cause we're not all there ♪

♪ It really made me a believer ♪

♪ They saw you coming and there was no way ♪

♪ You know they always needed a leader ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ And I can't find a reason, baby ♪

♪ Why I'm stuck in the ground ♪

♪ But I can't be your leading lady ♪

♪ I'm just stuck in the ground ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪