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OK. So just sing it normally

and then do the voiceover
mentioning the product at the end.

All right. Hi, Steven? This is
Clem Fandango. Can you hear me?

Who the fuck are you? Clem's with us
for a few weeks on work experience.

Can you hear me, Steven?
Yeah, I can hear you, Clem Fandango.

Sing it normally,

then do the voiceover
mentioning the product.

He's just fucking said that! Yeah.

OK, I'm going
to start the backing track.

OK, I think you might have lost
the backing track there.

No, I don't think I did.
We'll go again.

Can you turn it up in the cans,
please? Yeah.

I think that's probably it.

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Ah, your play's got a mention
in the paper.

There's a photo of you, as well. And
some protesters outside the theatre.

It's not a review, is it?

It says, "Stereotypical,
offensive caricatures predominate

"in this cack-handed,
abysmal travesty.

"One has to try very hard to recall
a worse play on the London stage."

Actually, Ed, please don't continue.

I don't think my guts
could confront it.

Oh, I've had much worse reviews
than this.

At least you're through the opening
night. They can be nerve-racking.

I once tried to kill myself

before the opening of a very poor
production of Coriolanus.

Took a massive cocktail
of painkillers.

But the adrenaline
just neutralised them.

If you had killed yourself, your
career would have been different.

How so? You wouldn't receive
your royalty cheques

from those old dramas
they play on ITV3. Ah, yeah.

And you'd be dead. I've got to
get off. I'm rehearsing a new play.

One job not enough for you, eh? Good
luck. Quick cooking tip for you, Ed.

Mm-hm? When following a recipe,
put twice the ingredients specified.

If it says two carrots, put in four.
One onion, put in two.

Half a pound of mushrooms,
put in the full pound.

Wouldn't you then just get
a very big meal?

Sorry I'm late.
Having a shitbag of a day.

Ray! Oh, you're joking.

Ray Purchase.

Well, well, well. Look who it is.

Steven "Hide your missus
cos I'll fuck anything" Toast.

Get over it, Purchase.
You two should leave any conflict

outside the door.

Now join the circle.

Let's begin by telling each other
who we are,

the name of our character
and something interesting about us.

Kika? My name is Kika Bright.
I'll be playing the part of Stella.

And, er, last year I performed
Shakespeare in Central Park

with Scarlett Johansson.

Very, very swish. Ray?

My name is Ray Purchase, and I'll be
playing the part of the magistrate.

Something interesting about you?

Well, Toast regularly fucks my wife.

God! Can we not mention that again?

Anyway, I'm Acker Herron,
your director.

I've just returned from North Africa,

where I directed a local-cast
production of Hamlet.

Now, that IS swish!

Were the sets made of sand?

Such a pro. Your turn.

Steven Toast, and I'm playing Jeff.

Something interesting
about yourself, Steven.

Oh, yeah. I can roll my eyes
into the back of my head.

Useful for drama AND comedy,
I should think.

Now, before we open the text,
I'd like us to loosen up and focus

using something called the shaka,

which is a warm-up
I learnt in Africa.

Great.

Ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka

Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka

Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka...

I'm sorry, you've got to be
fucking kidding. OK?!

IF YOU WANT TO SHIT ON ME,
I'LL SHIT ON YOU!

BUT YOU'D BETTER BE WEARING
A FUCKING HELMET!

It was like the Special Olympics, but
the Special Olympics For Arseholes!

Yes. All right, bye. Bye.
Bye. Bye. Bye.

And as I was saying, the last person
I wanted to see there

was Ray Purchase. And that
director's fucking crackers.

Acker is very highly strung,
but he inspires fierce loyalty.

Even when he killed an actor,
the cast remained devoted to him.

I'm not saying he lacks charisma.
He's passionate.

Sorry, did you say
he killed an actor?

Yes! On some Pinter play about
ten years ago, he killed an actor.

Christ! And even Pinter
wouldn't do that.

The actor - er, I can't remember
his name - wasn't much cop,

from what I can remember.

Anyway, he wouldn't do what Acker
wanted, so Acker stabbed him.

The actor died, but Acker got away
with manslaughter.

Good grief! The judge had seen
his Trojan Women at the National

and was a huge fan, so he got off.
You know what?

I'm not sure I should be working
with a director that murders actors.

Well, it might undo the damage
of you being in that play.

Everyone hates that play. It feels
worse than being a paedophile.

Really, Toast! What a thing to say.
In the current climate!

You put me in the bloody play, Jane.

I didn't want to do it.

Jane Plough. Spelt P-L-O-U-G-H,
pronounced "pluff".

He's very much a family man. Who?
But the '70s was ages ago.

He probably doesn't remember... Who?

Just one moment, please.

Scotland Yard are investigating
another client.

Could you just slink off?

Ah, hello. Yes, I saw your advert
on the computer,

and I'd quite like, er...

..a blonde. Yes, yes,
blonde is my favourite colour!

So we could meet tomorrow at 4pm at
the Baybury hotel, South Kensington?

I'm a travelling salesman.

Look, how much will it cost?

No, I'm not VAT registered.

OK, my name is Royce Coolidge.
And her name is Lorry?

What, L-O-R-R-Y?

No, L-O-R-I.

I see.

No, I don't have a loyalty card.

Thanking you.

Ooh!

?400.

Mm!

Pretty good! Steven?

Greta! I didn't recognise you
with that... I fell out of a tree.

You're gorgeous. I mean,
you look gorgeous. How's Ellen? Who?

Your wife...? My soon-to-be ex-wife,
actually. I'm a gay divorcee!

I'm not gay. Are you still acting?
Nah, not as much. Oh, that's a shame.

You were quite good. How's fuckface?
What's his name? Gary.

Hm. Yeah, we're divorced too.

I'm going to my club for a cocktail.
Do you fancy joining me?

Er... Oh, come on.

Yeah, all right. Yes!

So you're a TV producer now.
What are you working on these days?

A documentary. Six-part thing.
It's called London Lives.

It's kind of about the dark
underbelly of the capital.

Sounds good. Yeah,
but it's just a job, you know?

I prefer getting my kicks
in other ways.

I remember!

I like trying new things.
I'm an excitement junkie.

Me too. Shall we meet up again
next week? Yeah!

Why don't I just give you my card?

Shall we say Friday,
provisionally? Yes!

So why don't you ring me,
and we'll hook up? Yes!

I think Steven should be the shaka.

Oh, fuck...

Ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka

Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka

Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka
Ooga, ooga, ooga, shaka...

Excuse me, please.

What the hell's up with him?

You know he murdered an actor?

What? I'd keep your stupid mouth
shut about that, Toast.

But he was murdered!
It was manslaughter.

A second-rate actor gets killed
by the director. No big deal.

Happens every day.

Does it? I really wouldn't mention
it again, Toast. Steven... Ohhh!

Quick word.

You're fucked.

You're trying to undermine me. Why?

What? I expect total loyalty
from my actors at all times.

I feel, for any project to work,
I need to have them

just where I want them, by the balls.

By the balls, eh? Quick question.

Have you ever had anybody
by the balls?

Literally? Yes!

I mean literally,
to feel another man's cojones

lying in the palm of one's hand.
Ever had that experience, Steven?

I can't say I have. You? Yes!
I have. With Benedict Cumberbatch.

Who? I felt them literally
rolling around,

both of us staring
into each other's eyes.

It seemed like an eternity,

but it was less than half an hour.

He cracked in the end.

We did it my way.

I'm not joking, Steven! This isn't
Michael McIntyre's Comedy Roadshow.

And when I say "literally", I do
of course literally mean literally.

Check this one out, mate!
Over here!

Jesus Christ!
We need to talk to you, Toast!

You're in serious danger of jeopardising
this production because you hate Acker.

Do you hate Acker?
I hardly know the man.

He believes you're not showing him
the requisite loyalty. He needs a lawyer.

I have to ask you something else
confidentially. What?

You know about the other murder.
What other murder?

Don't ask him about the other
murder. But I thought you...

I wasn't going to ask him about the
murder. I was going to ask him about the extra rehearsal on Saturday.

You don't know about that, do you?
What, the extra rehearsal?

No, the other murder.
Stop mentioning that, Ray!

Anyway, you don't
know about it, do you?

What? The thing that Ray mentioned
but shouldn't have mentioned.

I don't know anything. This is
fucking ridiculous. That's good.

Don't tell anyone about it. Look,
if someone is a bit... Sorry, mate!

Can we have our Frisbee back?

What the...? D'you want to join in?

Oh, good catch.

Argh!

That's for fucking my wife

and for making me
look like a dog's nut back there.

So the implication was that Acker's
murdered someone else?

I got that distinct impression.

I think Ray Purchase got cat-mouthed
and revealed it in error. Really odd.

Shouldn't we contact the police?

Well, with murders,
once you get the police in,

things can get complicated.

I agree. If ever I heard about
a murder, I wouldn't contact the police.

Why not? Overcrowded prisons? No.
Much on the lines of what you've just said.

Once you get the police involved
with a murder, things can escalate.

Look, you have to get me out of this
Acker play. Tell him anything.

Tell him I've got VD.
Where would you get it?

We haven't been exactly
active recently!

Now listen, Toast, I think
it's important you don't cross Acker.

Just do what he says.
You don't want him as an enemy.

Now, bugger off, Toast.
I've got Strawberry Rathbone

popping in in 15 minutes. If she sees
YOU here, there'll be a scene.

A scene, you say? That'll be
a first for her in a while.

Ouch!

Jesus Christ! What are you
playing at? Sorry, Toast.

Didn't know my own strength.
Fire and fucking blast! Not again.

Language violation, Toast.
You all right?

Well, if it's the Crown Jewels
you're referring to, not good. OK.

Ladies and gentlemen, play is
suspended. Thank you.

Something on your mind, Toast? Do
you remember Greta Cargo from RADA?

Yeah. Very much into sex,
if I recall.

I bumped into her on the street.
Always thought she was great.

In fact, that's an anagram of her
name. Great.

Just swap the A and the T. It's a
very simple one but... So it is.

Anyway, I've created a bit of a problem
for myself. I've contacted an agency.

An estate agency? No,
a different kind of agency.

Travel agency? What? No!
Escort agency. I see!

Well, lots of chaps use agencies.
I've read about it.

I mean, you might have done it. I
haven't done it. Well, that's fine.

Yeah, but I haven't done it. OK, if
you... I honestly haven't done it!

All right!

So I'm meeting this escort in this
posh hotel in South Ken tomorrow.

I can't wait. Does a great
afternoon tea as well.

So this is the dilemma.

If I hook up with the escort,
the sex is guaranteed.

If I meet Greta and nothing happens,
I'll shit out

and be doubly disappointed.

Do you want my advice? Yeah.
Go where the sex is.

That's exactly what I was thinking.
After all, it's only what, ?400?

?400? How do you know? Guess.

You're spot on. A guess, Toast.
Just a guess. Yeah...!

Guess? Reception. Hello?

Yes, I'm the travelling
salesman from room 560.

I'm expecting a visitor. She's
blonde and her name is Laurie.

Just... I'll be here. Just ring up.
I'll come straight down.

Toast. Toast? Acker Heron.
Meet me at the Olympian Club.

You want to meet now? Yes, now.
But I have to...

I wouldn't waste our time unless it
was important. I can't. I've got a...

I'll text you the address.

What the fu...? Who the
shit does he think he is?

Fencing tells one so much
about a fellow. About his commitment.

His loyalty. About how much of a man
he is. Do we have to?

I have an afternoon tea
appointment at four. God!

You have a natural talent, Toast.

I like to think I've mastered
the basic skills.

That hurt, did it? Shit! Your suit's
fitted with electronic sensors.

A direct hit results in a massive
electric shock.

Enough to kill a small dog. What the
hell are you playing at?

I'm testing you out, Toast.

I want to make sure you're
the kind of man I can rely on.

I think you proved yourself
out there.

You passed part one of the test.
Part one?

I dread to think what part two
entails. Of course!

Yes, it's me, Toast. Ray fucking
Purchase, your worst nightmare.

Ooh!

How does that feel, Toast?
Grab the other one, Ray!

Cumberbatch lasted less
than half an hour.

Who?

Fassbender, barely 20 minutes.
You think it's clever, do you?

Grabbing a man's balls in the
shower? You're pathetic. Both of you.

We're not letting go, Toast.
We're going to break your balls.

Metaphorically and literally.

45 minutes. I'm impressed.

What time's your appointment?
Four o'clock.

And it's crucial I don't arrive at this
particular appointment with crushed nuts.

I think you've made your point.

Do you swear total loyalty to me
and to the production? Yes!

I just know we're going to achieve
great things with this play.

This is a terrible time for theatre.

Have you heard about that shit
that's on at the Playhouse?

It's everything I hate.

All the actors in that should be
stripped naked, shot and shat on.

Hang on a second!
Toast's in that play!

You're in that play!
He's in that play, Acker! OK.

Well, that's rather disappointing.

Give me a moment. I just need to
think about strategy here.

I'll be back in a minute.

Why are you such a grass,
Purchase? Look.

If you're in some shit play,
Acker needs to know about it.

You can't resist it, can you?
Poking that big nose of yours in.

You're such a fucking prick. Ray?
Please leave. This could turn ugly.

I wouldn't mind staying. Leave!

I don't want any witnesses and lock
all the doors behind you. OK.

So. Just you and me, Toast.

Shouldn't I put my
fencing outfit on?

Actually, you're wearing mine. We're
not doing fencing any more, Toast.

We're doing killing. This is what you
get for doing shit theatre.

You're going to die.

OK. You win, Acker.

Is it not customary to give
a condemned man a last request?

OK. What is it?

We've left the shower on.
I hate wasting water.

You wouldn't mind turning it off?

Fine.

You know, it's good to be concerned
about environmental issues.

All right.

Ray Purchase has locked all the doors

so you can't escape.

Resistance would be futile!

I'm guessing
the rehearsal's cancelled.

Reception? Hello.

Yes, I'm the travelling salesman
from room 560...

Shit, I've forgotten my name.
Look...

Look, if someone comes to the hotel,

asking for the name of a guest
who isn't a resident,

it'll probably be for me.

Hello?

Royce Coolidge - yes,
that's who I am.

Yes. She... Fantastic.

I'll be straight down. Thanking you.

Greta? Stephen? Hello again.

I'm just here meeting an old male...

man... school friend.
I hear the afternoon tea's great.

What are you doing here?

I'm working.

Working? Yes, I'm meeting someone.

They're called a John, in the trade.
I should explain...

No, no, no, no, no, no.
This is amazing.

Has it got anything to do with

an escort agency?

Yes.

I can't say I'm surprised.
You were always pretty adventurous.

Shall we?

I'm not sure what you mean, Stephen.

This is part of the
documentary series I'm producing.

We're here with
that woman over there... Oh!

..hoping to interview the man
she's meeting.

In fact, he's on his way down
as we speak.

So if you could just...

Hang on.

How do you know
about the escort agency?

Guys, you're wasting your time.

You're wasting
the air in your lungs.

I know for a fact that
Steven Toast is dead.

Don't ask me why, I just know he is.
I know he's dead.

There he is!

Shit!

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