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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 ♪