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I couldn't believe I had done it.

Was it a moment of madness
or an attempt at self-destruction?

I wasn't sure.

I went to unfriend her many times,
but I always stopped myself.

She is ill, misunderstood.
There are two sides to every story.

If you aren't living a life worth living,
then can someone ruin it at all?

Then came the comments on all my photos,

some as far back
as when I first opened the account.

Jealous remarks on photos
with my ex-girlfriend Keeley,

alongside these bizarre captions
describing my every move.

Well, Tony, whatever you're doing,
it's working.

What do you mean?

I'm just saying,

we've met six times now.

All you do is crack jokes
then leave early.

A girl should be insulted,
but I hate that it intrigues me.

Well, I like to take it slow.
I'm a gentleman in that respect.

You never walk me to the Tube.
You never tell me about your life.

You're not on Facebook.

I can't tell if you're genuine

or I'm gonna wake up one day
inside a true-crime podcast.

Well, what do you wanna know?

Mmm.

Tell me why you always insist
on coming here.

Well, lots of reasons. Great atmosphere.

Yes, you can always judge a great bar

by how many people
are reading the Financial Times.

It's so dark too. I feel all I do
is squint at you all evening.

Ah, well, don't squint, then.
Just let your eyes fuzz.

I really come into my own
when I'm in a soft focus.

You're so weird.

- Am I?
- It's fine. I like weird.

We're all varying degrees of weird,
aren't we? Pretending to be human.

Ah, that's good, that is.
Yeah, I'll use that.

Mm. Philosophy go down well
on the construction site, does it, Tony?

I met Teri by signing up
to a trans dating website.

I changed my name from Donny to Tony

and invented a job and an entire persona
as a means of keeping myself disguised.

I hated myself for doing it,

but I just couldn't bear
the thought of anyone finding out.

I never expected to fall in love.

- Hi.
- Hey.

She was brilliant.
Fierce, witty, unashamed.

Everything I was not.

A therapist who moved to London
six years ago

and was now working
in the heart of the city.

The more we laughed and chatted
and wound down the clock until morning,

the more and more I fell for her.

You know something's right

when you get that tingly feeling
behind your eyes when you talk to them.

But then I would think about
bumping into someone I knew together,

from the pub or from the comedy world,

that they could tell somehow
that I was dating a trans woman,

and I just couldn't move past
the bullshit of my shame.

So when it came to meeting outside,

I kept our dates to a dim cocktail bar
on the edge of town.

Well,

Tony,

are you gonna say something?

I always meant to tell her
about Tony,

but the more I fell for her,
the more I found myself putting it off.

There he is. Frankie, baby.

Martha. Um...

Uh, hi.

Honestly, where were you last night?
You need to tell me if you're not working.

Kept thinking of you floating
in that canal somewhere, face down.

The one you go through
when you walk to the bus from work.

All sorts of weird fuckers down that way.
Junkies and thieves. All kinds.

Asians.

- You should be careful.
- Uh...

Oh my God, been loving
your Facebook page by the way.

Don't know what I think
of the tarts you surround yourself with.

That Keeley Leigh one in particular.

The way she's always hugging you
and burrowing her nose into your nape.

I mean, how desperate can one tart be?

Can you imagine it?

Uh...

So, who are you texting?

- I'm sorry?
- Wasn't that Keeley bint, was it?

No, Martha. If you must know,
Keeley's just an old friend, okay?

Men and women can't be friends.

You fucking her?

What? No, Martha, I'm not.
Now, will you drop it, please?

Oh my God. I'm sorry, reindeer.

I'm a nightmare, I know.
I was getting carried away with myself.

I'm just not very good
with competition, see?

Tends to bring out the worst in me.

- How so?
- Oh, lots of ways, really.

I find myself getting lost on the Internet
trying to find out everything about them.

But don't worry, reindeer.
I know you're single.

You don't sing into a girl's soul
like that with a tart on the side.

That'd be cruel.

I wouldn't abide by that.

Anyway, I'll get you inside.

I couldn't sleep that night
for fear of Martha finding out about Teri.

What would happen then?

I made a vow
to keep them as far apart as possible.

I figured the easier thing to do
would be to keep Teri away from Martha.

Hey, Teri!

What are you doing here?

Holy shit.

There's, like, hundreds just today.

Have you read all these?

No, there's not enough time in the day
to read all of them.

Some of these are...

I mean, she's clearly unwell.

Yeah. That's why I think
we should lay low for a while.

Why does she call you Donny?

Oh, she... she calls
me lots of things. Um...

Funny bones, nipple-head...

Baby reindeer?

I'm assuming she's not a lawyer.

No, she can't be.
Spends all day sitting in the Heart.

The Heart? The pub in Camden?

- Uh, what did I say?
The Heart.

Is that where you met?

Uh, yeah, I'm just trying
to remember, actually.

Well, there's only one Heart in Camden.

I don't go there anymore.

According to these,
you were there yesterday.

I wasn't. She's just lying.

What are the police saying to all this?

Oh, I... I don't think it merits...

I mean, it's not that bad.

But bad enough
that we need to lay low for a while.

Why haven't you reported this?

I don't know. She's just batty.

I mean, apart from a few random emails,
it really isn't all that much.

I just didn't wanna drag you into it.

Not that much?

She's a fantasist who's fabricated
an entire identity for herself.

Does that not scream alarm bells, Tony?

I don't know about that.
People lie for all sorts of reasons.

Not like this they don't.

Promise me you'll shut this down.

Because I'm not hiding from anyone.

If you don't,
I might have to come to Camden

and pay her a visit myself.

It was like some crazy nightmare,
where each lie and wrong decision

somehow bound Martha and Teri
closer together.

Like the universe was punishing me

every single time I tried
to cower my way out of the situation.

Jeezo, nipple!

Fifteen minutes I've been here
worrying my head off about you.

Honestly! You need to tell me
when you're running late.

At least give me your goddamn phone number
so I won't have to worry so much.

Come on, you know the drill, nipple.

Quick Diet Coke to wet the whistle,
and I'll be offski.

£2.50, please.

- You never charge me.
- I have to.

- I can't afford it.
- Thought you were a lawyer, no?

What you being weird for?

I'm not. I just think it's time
we drew a few boundaries.

You said about the curtains.

I know. That was a joke.
I'm a comedian. I make jokes.

What? So...

this has all been...
one big wind-up, has it?

Crazy Martha... with her big brain.
Joke's on her?

No, no, it's... it's not like that.

You've said a lot of shit to me, reindeer.

Yeah. No, Martha, uh, please don't cry.

What?

Are you saying
you've never had feelings for me?

No. No, I'm not saying that, obviously.

- I think you're... great. It's just...

What is it?

- Well, what is it?
- The age gap.

But there's not that much of an age gap.

Yeah, but by the time I want kids,

you know, like a big family,
it's... it's... it's gonna matter.

Oh, that'd be tricky.

Yeah.

This fucking world.

All it does is take from you.

That night, Martha flooded
my account with email after email

detailing periods, tampons, blood clots,

reinforcing this image of her fertility.

There was no excuse now, in her eyes.

We were becoming a thing.

Quick! Reindeer!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Open!

Every morning now,
Martha would arrive

exactly two hours before the pub opened.

Then all day
she would trail me around the bar,

talking endlessly
about our future together.

I've thought hard about it,
and my answer's yes.

- Yes to what?
- Kids, marriage, the full nine yards.

I never said anything about marriage.

Everywhere I turned,
she just seemed to be there,

popping up at the most inopportune moments
to talk about our future together.

Our wedding day,
what we were gonna call our kids...

I think I can do three if we move quickly.

I've even been thinking
of what to call them too. Here.

The image of which horrified me
almost as much as the names she'd chosen.

I tried to distance myself,

but she still persevered
with the same dead-eyed commitment.

- Need a hand, Frankie baby?
- What? No, I'm fine.

Do you like that? "Frankie baby"?

From the duet. Frankie Sinatra.
He had a gorgeous tush too.

- Boop.
- I've got hot fucking plates in my hand.

- Will you stop fussing around me?
- I've got tickets to the semifinal.

What?

Tickets. For your competition.
Gonna come down and empty my lungs.

Been learning a new duet too.
I'm thinking Kylie and Jason this time.

- You're coming to the competition?
Absolutely.

And I thought, after your semi,
I could give you a full erection.

We need to bar Martha.

What? No chance.

That'd be like barring
a year's worth of banter.

Let's be honest, Donny.
You're nothing without her.

Just hear me out. Gino, can you leave?

No. What you can say in front of me,
you can say in front of the missus.

Look, I'm just getting a bad feeling.

I mean, look at all these emails
she's been sending me. Here.

Oh man. Oh, shit, man.
That's... That is proper nuts.

- Get my point?
I don't know.

Barring is complicated these days.

Unless you've got evidence,
it can come back on us.

- How'd she get your email?
- It doesn't matter.

All that matters is she did get it,

and now we have all the evidence we need
to bar her, right?

There's plenty of evidence here.
You read this one?

Oh no. No, that...
that is brutal.

- Which one is that?
- The one where you beg her for anal sex.

- What are you talking about?
- Here.

Looks to me like you've been
begging her for anal sex, mate.

You wrote back.
Are you fucking kidding me?

Shit, you actually sent it.

Are you stupid? Are you a fucking moron?

Oh, chill.
She'll see it as a joke.

It was incredible, really,
just how quickly

things seemed to be falling apart.

Oh.

Hi, is that Jason?

Hi, yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's Donny. I'm just, um...

I... I'm sorry to call so late.

I'm just wondering if I can move
my semifinal to the other date?

Yeah, I have to tend to some family shit,
which means I can't do the current one.

Oh man, you're a hero!

Thanks, Jase. Can I call you Jase?

All right. Thanks, Jason. Bye, mate. Bye.

Oh, wow! You made it.

I picked the gayest bar intentionally
just to see if you'd crack.

I know you did. So what do I do?
Do I avoid breathing in the air particles?

Oh, shut up!

You'd be pretty damn intolerable
if you didn't get irony.

- I'll take that as a compliment.
- Mmm, you should.

Did I give you consent
to put your arms around my waist?

You did, actually, when you turned up
in that skimpy little dress.

Are you drunk already?

Ah, just on love.

Oh, go away.

- I'm serious. You should meet her someday.

Oh my God, I fucking love this song.
Come on, let's dance. Let's dance.

- I didn't have you down as a dancer.
- I'm not but I'll drag you down with me.

Honestly, what have you done with him?
Where's Tony?

I'm his twin.
He sends me to seal the deal for him.

Well, tell him that's illegal.

What is?

Sleeping with someone
under a false identity.

Is it?

Yeah, of course.

What's your name, then, twinny?

Uh, Donny.

Oh.

Weird. That's what Martha calls you.

Yeah, um...

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Um, tell you what,
let me just, um...

One second, yeah?

Fuck's sake!

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, shall we get a drink?

I think you should maybe slow down a bit.

- Okay.
Here. Sit.

Have some water.

Oh, fuck.

Did something happen to you today?
You seem troubled.

No, I'm fine.

Martha, by any chance?

Something tells me I'm gonna enjoy this.

No, I just, um...
I thought I'd let her down gently

by making out
that I wanted kids and stuff.

Oh, this gets better and better.

- Do you wanna know what I think?
- I think you're gonna tell me anyway.

I think you're enjoying this.

You've read a few emails.
Stop acting like you know the situation.

You know, I googled her.

Why didn't you tell me
that she'd been to jail before?

Didn't seem relevant.

See what I mean?

Any sane person who was getting stalked
by a violent ex-convict

wouldn't hesitate to go to the police.

But not you.

To you, she's harmless.

To you, she's sympathetic.

To you, it's not relevant?

I'm just saying, there's a reason
you're keeping her around,

and maybe it's not so much
who she is, but...

what she gives you.

Because let's be honest,

love is most comforting, isn't it,
when it's felt one way.

Why else do you think I'm here?

You're a tremendous liar.

Come back with me tonight.

Just don't tell Tony.

Okay.

Sometimes you create
such a web of lies that you almost forget

what you started running from
in the first place.

But here I was,
the woman of my dreams before me,

Tony the builder,
four stops away from a sex crime.

Oh my God.

I'm way drunker than I thought I was.

Annoyingly, just as my sobriety returns.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry!

Just keep still, will you?

I think I just stepped
on an old lady.

Just... just keep it down a bit, yeah?

You care too much.

I don't encourage drug addiction,
but I think it might be good for you.

Here, give me your hands.

When you do your building work,
do you put a new set of hands on?

What do you mean?

It's just they're not very calloused
for a builder.

Oh, these are my wanking hands.
I swap them round every day.

You ever tried wanking
with calloused hands?

I was rather looking forward to it.

What's it gonna take
for you to finally give me a proper kiss?

Sorry, what was that?

Kiss me.

It is so devastating to think
of yourself as a progressive person,

only to realize
you're a coward underneath it all.

But when you spend so long
swallowing your shame,

it is so hard to stop it
becoming part of you.

You filthy fucker.

I've never taken it up the chufter,
but I might make concessions for you.

Please, Martha. I just need to go home.

You got a choice, boy.

Kids or bum fun.

'Cause I don't know what they taught you
in those Fife comprehensives,

but if you stick it in the two,

then you don't get the 2.4.

- Do you know what I mean?
- Martha, just go back home.

You're really getting on my nerves
with this dilly-dally, hot-and-cold shit!

- Get out of my way, Martha.
No!

I've already given parts of myself
away to you.

So the least you can do
is piece me back together

with some bloody justification.

Because let me tell you this for size.

Men who don't fancy me

are either blind or gay.

I don't see you reaching for the banister
when you climb the stairs.

No, I'm not fucking gay, Martha. Jesus.

Then stop pushing me away.

I can help you, you know?

Help with what?

The person.

- The one that hurt you.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

It was a man, wasn't it?

What did he do to you?

Okay, I'm just gonna leave, yeah?

I'm just gonna turn and walk away,
and you're not to follow.

Do you understand?

Good.

I'm not playing here, Martha.

Yes, you are, Mr. Blobby. Tag!

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Do you like it? Mr. Blobby.

I'm Mrs. Blobby
'cause I'm always on the blob.

- Tag!
- Get off me.

Tag!
- Fuck off.

- Tag!
- I'm serious, Martha. Get off me!

I'm not messing here.
Keep your hands to yourself.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh, fuck's sake.
I'm serious, Martha. Stop right now.

Fucking back off!

- Martha.

Martha, what are you doing?

Tag!
- What the fuck?

- Tag!
- I told you to stop!

Martha, I'm serious.
Keep your fucking hands to yourself.

- Fuck off...
- Tag!

Martha, wait. Just stop.

Keep still.

You're beating.

I'm making you beat.