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(birds twittering)

(train clanking)

(alarm chimes)

(funky music)

- Thank you.

Mel, come, come.

- What'd you think? - Yeah, it's pretty.

- What is it? - A new tat.

I'm getting it to celebrate. I'm addicted.

- You're really lucky that you can pull those off,

'cause, like, I think there's some people who really suit tattoos,

and there's other people who just don't.

I'm not really sure I'm cool enough.

- Marks and scars show a life lived.

You're a canvas honey, don't go to the grave blank.

- I've always kind of fancied getting

- a little nose stud. - Then do it.

Come with me tonight. It's only around the corner.

- [Eve] Melody!

- Oh, God, I should probably.

- Bloody Milene Class.

The ink is barely dry on the L'Oreal deal

and the dumb bint falls asleep in the bath

and sets her hair on fire with a meditation candle.

I mean, who sets themselves on fire in the bath?

She's supposed to be doing a photo shoot tomorrow

and she looks like Anne Hathaway after she dreamed a dream.

Have you heard from Robyn at all this weekend?

(phone dinging)

- [Gabriel] Hey, baby.

I've got us a spot at the most amazing place tonight.

You're gonna love it.

I'll send you a car. The driver has your number.

(phone beeping)

- [Melody] All good?

- No, it's Gabriel.

- Things okay between you two?

- Why'd you ask? - No reason.

I mean, it's all good, yeah.

- Melody?

Where the fuck is Robyn?

(dramatic music)

- Robyn.

- Caroline, I am so sorry about this weekend.

- We had a family emergency. - Oh, no, no.

There's no need to apologize to me

for missing Duncan's funeral.

I'm just surprised.

He was a big fan of yours.

While answering my phone calls, however--

- My sister-- - Be very sure before you lie to me Robyn.

I'm concerned.

- It won't happen again.

- No. No, it won't,

because if it does,

I will cut a bitch.

If you're not there for your job,

your job won't be there for you.

Are we clear?

Now, jack up some coffee,

go stick your tits in a plug socket,

do whatever it takes to get your shit together,

because we have a problem.

- Not dead then.

- Sorry, I dropped my uh--

- Yeah, you dropped your phone.

It was stolen by a rapist on a moped.

A bee flew in your eye and you went blind.

Rob, I invented ghosting, I'm not an idiot.

- Our master predator has just released

the name of Alexa Wells as Dark Abuser.

- Unmasked the what?

- Uh, it's an online forum dedicated

to uncovering the identities of famous sexual predators

who haven't been charged yet.

Overzealous amateur investigators,

but it has clout because once they leak a name,

it gives the press permission to--

Jesus Christ.

- What? - Warren Armitage.

- What? Wait, no.

I don't believe it.

That man's an angel.

He rescues baby otters, for Christ's sake.

He's the knight of the fucking realm.

- Okay, you can cry in the car.

We've got to get to Alexa's before anyone else does.

- [Eve] Get us a cab.

- You look like shit. - I know, right?

- So, are you gonna tell me what happened this weekend?

- Welcome to my office. Want a bump?

Gratis.

All right. (clears throat)

- Actually.

Sure.

But we should get going.

(phone buzzing)

- Um, Michael from Justeau's has been asking

about the new catalog, could you--

- Yes, I saw the email. I sent the PDF this morning.

- Oh, very efficient. Nice weekend?

- Yeah, sure. It was, uh, crap.

- It was pretty crappy. - Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's fine, it's just family stuff.

- Yeah, say no more.

- Is that a new shirt? - Um, not particularly.

- I like it. The color is so good on you.

You look hot.

- Right, well, I need to catch up with Michael

after lunch, so if you could move

whatever I've got this afternoon,

that would be good.

(clearing throat)

(phone buzzing)

- Robyn, you know the deal.

We're done. Stop calling me.

- [Director] 786, take two. Mark.

- Action. - Everything all right?

- Of course, absolutely.

(screaming)

- [Man] Madame.

- Oh, please, don't call me madame.

Makes me sound like a milkmaid.

- Oh, my God. Lady Redhill's such a little slut bag.

- What is this crap? - Please do not tell me

that you have never seen An Englishman's Castle?

It is epic.

It's about this aristocratic English family

that are forced to sell their family home

to this gauche American couple.

- Did you just say gauche?

- Shh. - You shush.

- You okay? You seem a little tense.

- Oh, really? So are you gonna tell me what the hell's going on?

- What do you mean? - Tom.

You were with him.

- [Tom] Robyn.

- Did you fuck him?

- I honestly can't remember.

- Wow.

- I just wanted to--

wanted to tell him about what happened...

with the baby.

I just--

- I'm so sorry. - No, look forget it. It's okay.

No, it's not okay, but it's not just you, it's everyone.

It's my mother, it's Gabriel.

I just feel like everyone just thinks that I can take it,

that I ought to just feel lucky to have been invited

to the party, and how that I'm here,

I should just keep my mouth shut

and not make a fuss and be a good girl.

- Now, you relax. If he's going to leave his wife alone

in this big old house to occupy herself,

then that's exactly what she's going to do.

- So how is he?

(knocking)

- Robyn.

I'm a superhero.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Su casa mi casa.

- You still going to meetings?

- Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, yeah, every day.

I'm off to one in a minute, actually.

- You wanna come? - Yeah.

- How's Eve?

You know, I like to see you look well,

but I'm not sure you do.

I know that's rich coming from me,

looking like a vegan vampire.

But at least I never looked that great to begin with.

Not like you.

So what do you want, Robyn?

Afraid I'm not really got that much left

for you to screw up.

- I had an abortion.

A spontaneous abortion.

That's what they actually call it when you miscarry.

Such a strange word.

Miscarry.

Like it was a blip, like, oops,

I miscarried my baby.

- Was it mine?

- I don't know.

- Oh.

(sighing)

Maybe we're not meant to have kids,

- people like you and me. - (sniffs)

- [Director] Cut! - Did I hear talking in the back?

Because if I did, somebody's getting fired!

- [Director] We'll find out for you, Alexa.

- Where's my Diet Coke? Maggie!

I mean, how hard is it to hold a can of fucking Diet Coke?

Am I done here for a bit?

- [Director] Not really, no-- - Well, I need a time out.

Get Carol to stand in. Carol!

Okay, let's go.

- Okay, turning around on Charles.

- By bloody Twitter's catching fire.

- No kidding, you might as well

just accuse the Queen of fisting a swan.

We're gonna have to put out a statement.

- A statement? What kind of statement?

- Alexa, you have essentially claimed

you were harassed by a knight at the realm.

I'd say that at least requires a sad face emoji.

- Ah, I never claimed he did anything.

- Well, was it him?

- Hmm?

- I'm gonna need some words.

- Well, uh, uh.

- Still not words.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

why can't they say it was somebody else?

That old bastard is such a sweetheart.

- So it wasn't him. - I knew it.

- [Alexa] All right, who's that?

- This is a refugee that I adopted.

Lexie, baby, was it him?

Because unless you want them to change the name

on his blue plaque to Sir Grope-a-Lot,

you're going to have to start talking.

- Alexa, what's going on?

- Let's go to my trailer.

- Oh, my God, her trailer.

So cool.

- Get a grip.

(squeals)

- You look well.

- Let's not waste our time

on the small talk, shall we?

You're about to publish a story on our client, Danny Davis,

a week before he's due to present the live final

of the country's most watched television program.

You feel like an overweight school boy

sitting on a shipping container full of Twixes.

However, I'm not someone you want to make an enemy of,

so it's in both our interests to reach a compromise.

Here's what I propose.

Number one, no cocaine. He has a drink problem.

- Not a chance.

I'll give you prescription pain killers.

- Done. Two, no whores.

- Would you like me to bend over the chair?

It might make it easier for you to screw me in that position.

- No whores and you get an interview.

The only interview.

- I'm still running it on Saturday.

- You'll run it on Sunday.

Danny will issue an apology,

by which time he would have checked himself into rehab.

You get to do your interview next week

in time to make a big splash

in all the Sunday glosses.

How does that sound?

- Pleasure doing business with you.

- I can't say the same.

- Is Robyn about?

- Don't let the door smash a hole in your skull

on the way out.

- I was 43 years old, I couldn't get arrested.

My last fucking audition was for a guest

on Holby City, which I didn't even get.

Do you know I've been nominated for a Bafter,

an Olivier, two Broadcast Digital awards,

one which I won, a Satellite,

I mean, do you even know what a Satellite award is?

Everything used to come to me first.

People got jobs because I turned them down

because I was so fucking good.

Then, one day, you reach a certain age,

you piss off a certain director,

and then, bam, it's all over.

- How does this connect to Warren?

- It doesn't. I met the man once,

a fundraising thing for beavers.

- Otters. - Quite why they suggested

someone as bloody old as that is beyond me.

I mean, what must that say about me?

They could have at least picked somebody a little more.

- You've lost me. - Everyone was doing it.

It was exciting. It felt like a moment in time,

a movement, a revolution.

I wanted to show my solidarity to these amazing women

who were telling their stories.

I wanted to say, yeah, fucking hashtag me fucking too.

- Wait, so you made it all up?

- I didn't make it all up.

My story has affected so many women in so many ways.

- But did it happen to you?

- Some of the specific details

and specific characters of my particular account

may have been ever so slightly...

- ...fabricated. - Oh, Christ.

- You made up a story about being sexually harassed

so you could be famous again.

- I resent that. That is a gross simplification.

Will somebody tell this work experience girl--

- Baby, you made up a story.

And now an innocent man is being hounded for being a sex pest.

- Yeah, we don't know he's not a sex pest.

- Alexa, Me Too was about women clearing out

their dirty inflicted shame drawers

and displaying them for the world to stop other women

from being passed around like soggy cigars.

You hijacked that movement because you didn't get

a job on Holby City.

- Look, if I was looking for a TED talk on morality,

I wouldn't be asking a fucking publicist.

You taught me this shit.

You proofread my Me Too post, Robyn.

In fact, if I remember at the time,

your main concern was catching the first wave.

(club music pumping)

So, what are we gonna do about it.

- If people find out that she made it up,

her career is over and I don't bean burnt,

I mean reduced to ashes.

- No way anyone would just accept a denial,

unless we're prepared to give them another name.

- Can we not just tell the truth?

- What, and give every privileged white male,

Telegraph-reading, bottom-patting old scrote

the story they have been dying for all along.

Hashtag "believe all women except this one"

doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

- So what do we do? - Okay, look, I know it sucks.

How many times has this situation played out the other way around?

I can name, like, six women off the top of my head

who have been fucked over this year by some guy,

only to be disbelieved because of lack of evidence.

- We know it's not true. - For fuck's sake!

Why are all the wrong people getting away with it?

- This is gonna ruin his career, his life.

Think about this grandkids. Think about his reputation.

Think about his work on climate change,

his documentaries on polar bears and those weird fish things

with those fucking horns on their heads.

- Owls. - Melody, there's no evidence,

because he hasn't done anything wrong.

- You know it's not about that.

This is about having your entire life's work

deleted off iPlayer as if it never existed

just so some idiot can keep her swollen

-and expressionless face on the television. - That idiot is our client.

- Come on, Robyn, you'd think of something if you tried.

- Why don't you think of something for a change.

- [Tom] Rob, Rob, calm down.

- So you were right.

I am rotten.

Dead soil.

Okay.

- Fine. - [Eve] Where are you going?

- I'm gonna fix it. - What?

- She's right. I made this mess, and I'm gonna clean it up.

- I'm going to Armitage's. - To do what?

- So he can make a comment.

They're gonna crucify him.

- Look, I can come with you.

- No, I got it.

- Rob, are you sure this is a good idea?

- [Melody] Should we call Caroline?

- No.

Excuse me, please.

(knocking)

- We're not talking to any press.

- Mr. Armitage, I'm not press,

I represent Alexa Wells, can I please come in.

- I don't even know the bloody woman.

My wife is a little stressed.

She struggles with why a woman should accuse me

of such a thing for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

- Who does your PR?

- My PR?

I'm not David Hasselhoff.

Look, I've been in this business for over 50 years.

Anyone who knows me will know

that there's never been any impropriety.

- Mr. Armitage, there's the truth

and there's perception.

And if you're in the public eye, you can forget about the truth.

You need to make a statement.

- But I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't, I swear, you have to believe me.

- Everything okay, dear?

- [Caroline] Hi, Robyn, it's me. I'm here at Duncan's funeral.

I can't see you, I think we should stick together.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

Oh, God.

- [Tom] What's the matter.

- I missed Duncan's funeral.

- Oh, Christ.

- Who's Duncan? - My old boss.

God!

- Don't worry about it.

He ain't gonna know is he, he's dead.

Don't do that. Please don't do that.

- I don't know what I'm doing here.

- Stay. Just stay for another glass of wine.

- No, I have to go.

- No, no, no, don't.

You can't just run in here like nothing's happened.

We're not all just characters in your story, Robyn, okay?

We've got our own shit going on.

You ruined my life.

Do you know that?

That's not me being dramatic,

that is not an exaggeration,

you ruined my life.

- Get off me.

(glass breaking)

- Oh, my God.

(reporters chattering)

- I have a statement.

I've worked in this industry for over 40 years.

And my reputation is by far

the most valued treasure I have.

It has been hard won and carefully built.

- Hello?

- Why the fuck are we watching you on the news

standing behind Warren Armitage?

- He...

He doesn't have a publicist. I was just.

- He's not our client. Why aren't you with Alexa?

- I'm just trying to help fix this mess.

- You're not Robyn bloody Hood.

What do you think it looks like?

Alexa Wells' PR person showing up

at the house of the man recently accused of her sexual assault.

- I thought-- - No you didn't, no you didn't.

That's exactly what you didn't do, Robyn.

You just went off trying to fix everyone else's shit

because you can't fix your own.

Well, boo-bloody-hoo.

Your ego has just confirmed a connection

between him and Alexa.

It looks like we're negotiating a deal.

Meanwhile, whilst you were off saving the cat,

Alexa's complete lack of response only serves

as a confirmation.

Congratulations.

You just set the house on fire.

- I'm so-- - Don't say it, Robyn!

Do not say you're sorry.

That is of no use to me.

- What should I do?

- Let him burn.

- Hey.

You look like a porn star who's turned off on set

and been asked to produce some actual plumbing.

- Dad's sick again.

- Ah.

Well.

- I feel guilty.

- Look, if you need to go back up.

- I feel guilty 'cause I don't want to go up.

I want to be here, I want to be doing this,

I want to be going out, I want to be getting drunk,

I want to be smoking cigarettes.

- Guilt is empty calories, babe.

Don't cry.

No, because then I'll feel like I have to hug you.

I haven't hugged another woman since.

Since an incredibly awkward lesbian fling at university.

When I say fling, I was Charlie Sheen drunk,

and the Drama Society social set popped her finger in,

- I was sucking her hand. - (laughing)

- You weirdo.

I don't even feel that sad.

Just angry.

- The world's made of two types of people, shortbread.

The people who take it out on themselves...

and people who take it out on others.

- Which is better?

- I don't know.

(phone ringing)

- [Operator] I'm sorry, the number you called

is no longer in service.

Please check the number and try again.

- Hey, hey.

- Hey, boy.

Hey.

- [Mike] What's up?

Robyn, hey, this is not okay.

- I know, I know, but I missed you.

- I missed your stupid face. - You're a mess.

- Well, who's fault is that? - Okay, okay.

I'm gonna make you a coffee, and then you're gonna go.

- [Robyn] Why are you so grumpy?

- It's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, Robyn.

- You're a drug dealer. I need some shit.

- Considering I gave you enough yesterday

to kill a black rhino, I'm not sure you do.

- Come on, you babber,

where's the really good shit,

the stuff you keep just for yourself?

- Where have you been? - Everywhere.

- I'm not selling to you like this.

- Excuse me? - No, you can have your coffee.

You can kip on the sofa, sleep it off.

I am not selling to you in this condition.

- In this condition.

- Sit down.

- So my drug dealer has a conscience now, what?

You didn't mind selling to me at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning.

- I'm doing this for your own good.

- What about when you got me hooked on pills,

- was that for my own good? - You need to relax.

- You need to shut up and give me what I want!

- Hey, what the fuck? 16 hours ago, we were having a laugh,

having a dance, and now you're acting like a little bitch.

Chill the fuck out. I'm saying to you as a friend

you're acting like an addict.

- We are not friends, Mike. We're not pals.

Do you think I come around here because I like your stupid little stories?

I come and see you to get drugs, Mike.

Do you get it? So stop acting like you're gonna save me or whatever

pathetic little narrative you have going on here

and give me what I want from this transaction.

- Okay, I'd like you to leave now.

- American Mike has never even been to America.

- Okay, get out of my house, please.

- I'm a customer.

- Get out my house or I'm calling the police.

- You're a drug dealer. - Okay.

- Hey, don't touch me. Get your fucking hands off me.

- Mike.

Mike, I'm sorry.

- Okay.

Please leave.

- Mike, I'm so sorry.

I'm not in a good place right now.

I've got nowhere to go.

Show me, Mike.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

- What the fuck is wrong with you? - (spits)

You need help.

That's a gift.

Now I never want to see you again.

And if you ever come back here,

that will not go well for you.

- You can't just go in there.

- No, it's okay, it's okay. I can, we're family.

Oh, can I get a black coffee.

(door slamming)

Hey, I remember this.

I remember that dress.

I was 19, would that make sense?

I was staying with you guys.

I always loved it when you went to your fancy parties

because it meant I could stay up all night

and not get in trouble.

You don't look any different.

Look at me.

How you bearing up?

- I'm fine, I'm sad.

How are you?

- It's strange.

We're beasts of legacy, men.

And your father's always this immutable landmark,

like a river or a mountain.

Particularly my dad, who's like fucking Everest.

And one day he's gone,

and everything's still the same.

It's like he was never here.

- You shouldn't look at it like that.

- Oh, yeah, how should I look at it?

So, is this where all the bodies are buried?

- That's sweet of you to check in on me. Thank you.

- Yeah, so I thought maybe we should talk about how this is gonna work?

- How what's going to work? - This, you and me.

- I'm not sure I know what you mean.

- Mills Paulson, you're Mills.

My dad was a partner.

- Silent partner for the last few years.

- Right, and now he's gone, and now I'm your partner.

- Silent partner.

What do you want, Damian?

- I want what belongs to me.

- And what is that?

- My father built this business.

- Yes, your father built this business from nothing,

so if you want something that belongs to you,

why don't you go out and earn it?

- Oh, like you did, you mean? - You have no idea what it took

for me to get here.

I had my daughter at 16 years old,

I was alone, I had nothing.

I worked my way up from the bottom.

- Right, and then you fucked my dad

and became partner in the company,

so don't you get on your high horse to me

about what does and doesn't belong to who.

We're both just imposters

squabbling over someone else's legacy.

- You can't intimidate me.

- Oh, yeah, well, I...

I think I could if I really tried.

- No, you can't.

'Cause all is see is an angry 14-year-old boy.

Now... I have a business to run.

So if you want to talk to me,

make a fucking appointment.

- For reasons of my own,

I'm choosing to stay silent on the new allegations.

I have said what I needed to say when I needed to say it.

That was for me and how I choose to deal with my situation.

Because fundamentally, that is what I believe in.

Choice. Choice for every woman out there

to deal with their experience in whatever way they want,

whenever they want.

And if that takes 10 minutes or 10 years, that's okay,

because it's theirs, not ours,

and we are not all the same, thank you.

- Yeah. - Yep.

- Okay.

- Hey.

Where is everyone?

- Teddy's asleep.

Kelly's reading upstairs.

- Reading?

Did you drug her?

Oh, God, what's wrong? Did something happen?

- I just want to talk.

- Oh, my God, what did you do?

Are you seeing someone?

Did Robyn tell you about our argument?

- Ruth, stop, sit down.

Don't be angry.

- Okay.

What are you doing?

What are you, going through my trash now?

- I was worried Ruth.

- Jesus, Mark, that is such an invasion of privacy.

- I love you.

- Please don't, Mark.

- No, Ruth. I will.

This isn't about you and me

or us getting back together

or our marriage.

This is about me caring about you as a human being

and the mother of our children

and promising to be there for you

whenever you needed it.

Please talk to me, Ruth.

- Um.

The last time that this happened

is when I found out I was pregnant with Kelly.

- You never told me that.

- Yeah, I was at the Morton Williams on Bleeker Street

and they had a sample.

It was some new cookie or something and, um,

I just kept going back and going back over and over again.

The woman had to tell me to stop.

I was so embarrassed.

Ah, so I got, like, a bunch of trail mix

and some candy or something,

and I just kept-- I just kept going,

I just kept going and going

like there was just some, like, engine inside of me.

And I looked down at my stomach and I just felt so much shame.

I don't know, I just-- I came home,

and I was going through the cupboards,

and I was looking for something.

I was just looking for anything to help

get it up, you know, like yogurt or milk

or ice cream or anything.

- Jesus Christ. - I don't know, I just--

It was, like, six in the morning and I felt like

my brain was pushing up against my skull.

When I finally passed out, I knew that I had done it,

I'd killed it.

'Cause nothing, nothing could sustain that level of abuse.

I'd killed the baby.

Then I went to the doctor the next day

and I found out that she hadn't given up on me.

Oh, my God, she was still growing.

She was still hanging on.

I promised, I swore I would never do that again

and I hadn't, I swear.

- I'm not gonna give up on you, Ruth.

- Fuck me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Just.

- Chaffa cakes.

I mean, Jesus Christ, woman,

what the fuck is this, eh?

Have some self-respect.

And Viennetta, I mean, what is this, 1986.

Fucking hell.

You slipped up, that's all.

You'll do it.

We've had to pick each other up before.

- Just-- - I can't. I can't.

I'll get the stool.

- Stay down, stay down. -Oh, God.

- Mommy!

- Oh, hey, baby. - Hi.

- Mommy and Daddy are just having a huggle.

- Why didn't you come up and see me?

- I am so sorry, baby.

Why don't you go upstairs

and I'll be right there, okay?

- Is Daddy staying over?

- Um.

Maybe.

- Yes!

- 10 minutes.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Look I've got to go.

If he wakes up, will you just tell him that I phoned.

Yeah, I'll try again in the morning.

I'm sorry.

Love you, too.

Hi.

- Oh, my God, you came.

I totally thought you bottled it.

- No, sorry, I'm late.

I just had a bit of a day.

- Mel, this is Pin.

Pin, this is Melody, she's my BF's ex?

Yeah.

She's tat-curious.

- [Melody] Oh, my God, that is so cool.

- Yeah? - [Pin] Thank you.

- Pin, get me a needle. I'm gonna pierce your nose.

- What, no, no way.

- It's fine. It's temporary.

If you don't like it, it'll heal.

- How do you even know that?

- Babe, look at me, what do you think?

- I don't know.

- Trust me.

- Ooh. - Okay.

Thank you, sir. Thanks.

Okay.

Very still, all right?

It's gonna sting a bit.

But pain is growth and you can take it

'cause you're a biz bitch, okay.

- Okay.

- One, two... - Unh!

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Work was insane today.

- So your work is more important than my time.

- Not more. I'd say they were healthy bedfellows.

- I've ordered.

- Oh, really? What am I having?

- I thought you didn't like that jacket.

- This jacket? - Yeah, I think the word you used was "basic."

- Oh, I thought men enjoyed a bit of a basic bitch every night.

- Thank you. We'll have a bottle of the Chateau Zenou.

- Trump Towers over here seems to have ordered me a side.

Will you bring me a ribeye? I'd like it to still be mooing.

- Don't do that. - What?

- Don't embarrass me. - Embarrass you?

(laughing) Are you serious?

Ooh, look at that.

Serious face.

What the hell?

- You bore me.

- Do not do that again.

I'm deadly serious.

Okay, okay.

Um, Gabriel, darling, we're done here.

- Sit down.

- I'm sorry if the world has never lived up

to the love your mother heaped on you

as a child, but I'm not prepared

to be a recovery center for your issues.

Step into your power, pee-wee,

and stop trying to borrow mine.

You see something shiny like this hot piece of ass

right here and you want to possess it, don't you, huh?

Or break it. Oof.

Fix it.

But a real man would just enjoy seeing himself

reflected in the shiny.

So if you can't do that, it's probably best

for everyone that you just leave it alone.

Thanks for dinner.

- News just in.

In an extraordinary turn of events,

former colleagues of Warren Armitage

have taken to social media in an unprecedented

show of support of the Ventura broadcaster.

- [Announcer] The hashtag "not me,"

was trending this evening as female colleagues

who worked with Warren over the course

of his 40-year career spoke out

to say that they've never experienced anything untoward

during their time of knowing him,

with some even going to far

as to call the allegations blatantly false.

In a world where we're used to seeing trial

by social media, this is one of the first times

we've seen such a unanimous defense of an individual.

Alexa Wells is still yet to confirm or deny the rumors.

(door closing)

- Hi, Teddy.

(baby crying)

- It's okay.

- What the hell?

- It's fine, go back to bed.

- Robyn, what are you doing?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- I got him. - Give me Teddy.

- What do you think I'm gonna do with him?

- Robyn. Please.

- He's fine. - Just give him to me.

- Ruth. - Come here. Hey.

- (baby crying) - Shh.

- What's happening?

- Oh, baby, don't worry about it.

Just go back asleep, okay, sweetie?

Good night, sweetie.

Get out of my house.

- I think you're overreacting.

- Get out of my house right now

or I swear to God.

- You know the only reason you get

to be as perfect as you are is because of me.

I spent my whole life protecting you from things.

- Don't you put your dysfunction on me.

- I choose to function. - I never had a choice.

- Every day is a choice, but you choose to make an excuse.

You choose to break things because you're angry.

Well, guess what, we're all angry.

- Everything you have is because of me.

- Everything I have is in spite of you.

- You wouldn't even exist if it weren't for me.

I held up the fucking sky for you,

you selfish spoiled brat.

You'd be fucking dust if it wasn't for me.

You would be fucking dust.

- Get out.

Get the fuck out of my house!

- Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.

- I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

- I'm surprised you even remember

what neighborhood I live in.

- I need a place to stay.

- You fucking serious?

Of course you are.

When else do I get to see you?

Only when you need something.

- Do you have anything?

- Drugs?

- I'm on Adderall, prescription,

but I've been cut off

and the side effects are really hammering me.

I think some coke would do it.

My purse was stolen.

I have no money, I have nowhere else to go.

I just need a few days to get my shit together,

and then I swear I will never ask you again.

- My, haven't someone got themselves in a pickle.

And what do I get out of this arrangement?

- What do you want? - What have you got?

- Do you have anything here?

Just show me.

- I've shown you mine, you show me yours?

- Warren Armitage is innocent.

Danny Davis.

- It maybe escaped your attention, babes,

but I've already got Danny Davis.

- Not this you don't.

There's a kid, the sex worker in your video.

She has a kid, it's his.

- [Abigail] You gonna stand there all night

or should I pour us a drink?

♪ You couldn't get much lower ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ The devil's on your shoulder ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ My love ♪