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It always amazed me
how Martha managed to surpass herself

with new and twisted ways
of getting to me.

But involving my parents,

telling them I'd been injured
in a car crash, that was next level.

I expected a lot
when I walked up to the house that day.

A lot of panic. Crying, maybe.
A hell of a lot of explaining.

What I didn't expect, though,

was finding my dad on the phone to her
when I walked in.

I've told you, you bitch,
you call me again,

I'll come to London and cut your legs off.

Yeah, you heard. Your legs.

You will, will ya?

That's gonna be pretty fucking hard to do
with no legs, let me tell you.

How did she get his mobile?

The receptionist at work gave it to her.
Said she was a client.

You know she spent yesterday
phoning round his colleagues,

calling him a pedo, telling them
he fiddled her when she was a child.

Christ.

Says the fucking mad bitch
pretending to be a fucking lawyer!

HR pulled him up on it too.

- Jesus. How did he respond to that?
You know what your dad's like.

He doubled down on it. Told them
he had a load of kids in a van outside.

Of course he did.

You call me again,
I'll make sure you breathe your last,

you fucking cow of a cunt!

Well, that's sorted. Great work, Dad.
I shouldn't have bothered coming up.

Who is she, bear?

Uh, she's this woman.

She came into the pub,
and she's been pestering me for some time.

Oh my God. Have you quit?

No, because that would mean she wins.

It's not about winning, Donny.
It's about your safety. Quit!

We will sub you until you find a new job,
won't we, Gerry?

I think the boy's right.
It is about winning.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Look, look, it's fine. Okay?

The police are aware of the situation,
so give 'em a call, get 'em down here.

It'll be over soon, all right? I promise.

It's all right. I'll get it.

Is that you, reindeer?

Here's your cup of tea.

Thank you.

Hm, now, I, um...
I understand this is a harassment case.

That's right.

And who is
the person in question?

She's a fucking bitch, that's who.

Tell you what, Gerry,
why don't you let us handle this?

Uh, we'll call you if we need you.

Uh, um...

Well, she's this woman, and she's been,
like, stalking me for a while.

I have this harassment warning
out against her,

so I assume
now that she's contacted my parents,

she's broken it, right?

Technically, she's not harassing you.
She's harassing your parents.

You're kidding me?

If you want a quick resolution,

your parents would be best off
making a separate allegation up here.

But that's ridiculous.

I know it can feel convoluted,

but, um, you know, we will do
our very best to deal with the situation

as, um, as effectively as possible.

Sorry, this pen's not working.

Oh, look. Sorry, there it is.

One of those twisty ones.

Shall we begin?

I spent a week in Scotland,
waiting for the police to take action,

watching on as Martha kept calling.

Fucking come back for more, have you?

Aye, you would say that,
you fucking imbecile.

Seeing the toll it was taking
on my parents.

My dad's croaky voice from shouting.

Could you pour me some orange juice?

My mum forcing this sentiment
onto everything I did.

You're a good boy.

So it wasn't long
before I decided to take action myself.

I figured if the police were
too slow to act, too slow to protect us,

then Martha might do something worse.

It was time
to take matters into my own hands.

Martha.

Leave my family alone.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Leave my fucking family alone.

If you don't, we will never be together.

Do you understand?

I thought, with the police,
we weren't on the cards anyway.

Shut up. Be quiet for a second.

If you leave my family alone...

I will hang your curtains tonight.

I wanna make sure
I get it right though. All of it.

So put it in an email.

What you want to do to me.

How you want me to... hang them.

But I like it rough, okay?

So make sure it's as sick, twisted,

as depraved as you can write it, yeah?

Oh yeah, reindeer.

Okay.

Now, Mr. Dunn,

please note this interview
is being recorded.

You are not under arrest,
and you are free to leave at any point.

Okay. Um, thank you.

You're also entitled
to independent legal advice, if you wish.

Uh, no, I d...
I don't think that's necessary.

In that case, please know this interview
is being held under caution.

Uh, wait. Sorry, what's going on?

Did you meet Martha Scott
in the street yesterday?

Yeah, like, by chance.

Did you ask her to send you
a sexually threatening email?

No.

I wanna make sure I get it right.

All of it. So put it in an email.

What you want to do to me.
How you want me to... hang them.

Martha had taped everything.

- I'll picnic with you.
- Oh my!

Everything.
I'll hang your curtains.

The curtain references.
I'm serious about you.

This one time
I'd joked about checking her out.

Hey, I'm only human, Martha.
Come on!

This other time
we laughed about my penis size.

- I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Ten inches all round.

I remember that feeling,
that caught red-handed, time-stood-still,

bomb-in-a-war-zone,
hot-fucking-flush madness.

She's taped everything?

I can't speak for everything,

but she also showed us an email from you
soliciting for anal sex.

No, that was my fucking friend
on my account.

He's... he's an idiot.
He... he did it for a laugh.

She's... she's harassing my parents.
I just... I just needed it to stop.

I sympathize with your position,
but you must allow us to do our job.

In a certain light,
this could be seen as entrapment.

But Ms. Scott does not wish
to take any action against you.

I'm sorry?

Ms. Scott does not wish
to take any action against you.

Against me?

What the hell?
She's... she's... she's stalking me.

I suggest you apologize

and let us go about doing our job again
in the correct manner.

Apologize? To her? Are you kidding me?

I mean, how would I even apologize?

We can pass along your apologies

and then suggest to her, very strongly,
that the two of you part ways.

The police do not want to hear
from either of you again.

You're putting us
on an even playing field?

Well?

Tell her I'm sorry.

It suddenly dawned on me

that Martha knew
exactly what she was doing.

Exactly how to get to me
and still evade the law.

It's because she's been here
countless times before.

She was a repeat offender. A seasoned pro.

My stalker was a seasoned pro.

How could you be so stupid, Donny?
Framing her?

- What the hell were you thinking?
- I know. I know.

This woman attacked me, Donny.

Everywhere I go,
I'm worried I might bump into her.

Now you're telling me I'm stuck with that
for the rest of my life?

You don't need to tell me.
I feel the same way.

What if she finds
my Twitter, Donny,

and starts spewing crap
like she did in the pub that day?

Maybe you could
take your socials down for a bit.

Really? That's your suggestion?

Well, at the very least,
get rid of all the rainbow unicorn stuff.

You know, protect yourself.

Are you serious?
That's your recommendation? Hide myself.

If you're worried about her opinions,
don't give her the bait.

- Bait?
- Come on, Teri. I'm trying here.

What's wrong with having to lie low
for a bit until this is all sorted?

Because of what it takes from me.

Do you understand what it's like
to get to a place in my life

where I can even walk out the door?

And now I need to walk back in
and bolt it shut, all because of you.

Because of me or because
some fucking psycho is stalking me?

Because just there it sounded like
you were blaming me for all this.

She's mentally ill, Donny,

and you indulged her.

Oh, please. Only you could make out

that having a violent stalker
ruining my life

is somehow my fault.

You really wanna go there?

Yeah, I actually fucking do.

I think you love it.

I think it fits you perfectly
having her in your life.

Seeing you as the thing
you try so hard to be.

She's the embodiment
of all your nasty repressions,

bottled up into one human being.

Jesus, Teri, come on.

You can't let her affect us like this.

It's not her affecting us. It's you.

I can't be in this anymore.

I can't have this endless disorder
in my life.

Hold on, hold on.

Are you breaking up with me
because of her?

No. Because of you.

I knew it was over with Teri.

She shut off her mind towards me
the second she turned away.

Done. Gone.

And now at rock bottom,

the only positive
I could glean from the whole situation

was that it couldn't get
any worse from here.

Surely it couldn't get
any worse from here.

Yes, mate.
Hello.

- Can I get two pints of house, please?
- Yeah, yeah.

No, you can't come in here.

- Can't stop me.
You're barred.

Digsy, get Greggsy, will you?

- He's clocked off early.
Why?

Air strike, mate. He's picking up.

For fuck's sake. Get Gino.

No can do.
- Why?

- Oh my God.
- I guess I'll sit here and wait, then.

No, you won't. I'll call the police.

Do it. See how far that gets you.

I heard they're washing their hands
of the both of us.

- Excuse me, mate...
- In a minute, pal, all right?

Digsy, get her out of here.

- Come on, missy.
- Don't you fucking touch me!

You have no right. No right whatsoever.

Now, I'm on my period,

and I've come in for a glass of water,
which is my right to do.

You cannot deny a woman hydration
when she's coming on. That is illegal.

Just fucking leave it, all right?

- What can I get you, madam?
- Don't serve her, you prick. Ignore her.

Fuck me. Where did they find you? Jesus.

Go and stock the fridges or something.

I'm sorry...
- Yeah. What was it? Two pints?

Yeah.
- Okay.

I'd wipe that glass clean
if I were you.

Fucking yeast fingers all over your pint.

You should see the woman he's with.
His lady friend. Utter skank.

We call him Hunchy around here
'cause of his gutter taste in women.

He's like one of those hogs,

always sniffling around for truffles
with a shitty nose.

Truffles!
That's your new nickname.

- Tenner, please, mate.

- Ta.
- He's a comedian, by the way.

Not a very good one.

- Not the kind of stuff you see on TV.
Tell us a joke, mate.

No, he doesn't do jokes, this one.
It's more props.

Googly eyes on kettles. Weird crap.

Very immature.

- You should Google it.
What do I Google?

"Shite, two-bit comedian."
"Shite..."

No, I... I'm joking. I'm joking.
That's what it should be under.

Try "Donny Dunn comedy."

"Donny Dunn comedy."

Oh yeah. Here it is.

Do you like one-liners?
Yeah. Check out Jimmy Carr.

- Jesus, mate. Is that meant to be funny?
- I know.

Watch this one, right?
This one here. Lead balloon.

I've got a daughter.
She's two months old.

Called her Adolf after Adolf Hitler.

I'm joking! I'm joking!

She's three months old.

Oof!

Mate! I don't think you should be reading
your jokes from your notepad, should you?

It's part of the act, apparently.
It's "anti-comedy," it's called.

- Well, it's certainly that.
- Yeah. That's so true.

I tell you what, mate.

Why don't you Google something else?

"Serial stalker torments
barrister's deaf child."

What's that?

"Serial stalker torments

barrister's deaf child."

You've ruined it!

You fucking...

Oh fuck.

You've ruined it! You fucking ruined it!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on!
Your mouth!

Your fucking mouth!

I warned you
it'd get you in trouble, didn't I?

I warned you!

Jesus! What the fuck was that about?

I gave her a cup of tea.

I gave her a cup of tea.

That's the thing, son.

If you call the police,
the landlord is not gonna like that.

Not at all.

We're supposed
to have a manager on at all times.

The fact we just left you there,
it's not good, man.

Not good.

They find out
we turn the cameras towards the walls

because of the lock-ins,

and that could be our jobs
because that's negligence.

That's negligence, Donny.

Hey, look. How about we come
to your gig later and buy you a drink?

A nice big drink.

We'll make sure

she doesn't come within
a fucking mile of this place ever again.

Fine.

Fine.

You okay, bro?

- Hey, are you sure you're okay doing this?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Yeah?
- Well, you're up next, dude.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you
ready for your final act of this section?

Keep that noise going
for Donny Dunn!

Hey! All right! Thank you. Yes! All right.

All right, here we go.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm gonna get this out the way up top.

You can probably tell
my face is a little bruised and battered,

so here's a piece of advice.

Never give the blow job

if you are the one driving.

All right, good, good.

Just a little reminder up top.

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Okay, let's do some jokes.

Whenever I go on holiday, uh,
I never wanna wear sunglasses on the beach

in case people think I'm perving on them.

So to negate this worry,

I actually like to widen my eyes.

I think you'll agree,
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Oh boy.

Oh, fucking hell.

Course you didn't see anything in it.
Of course you didn't.

You only saw me.

I used to think, right...

Genuinely. Hear me out here, right?

I used to think

that what you're seeing here was, like,

breaking the mold.

You know, I'd watch
these fucking other comics

rising above me, and I... I just...

I never understood
why... why them and not me.

But then, bam!

Reality smacks me in the face.

I am so fucking naive.

I was so naive in thinking
that this was something special

that when a writer
sweeps you off your feet

and says, "Hey, you've got it, kid.
Let's make you famous..."

you believe every word
he's gonna say to you.

'Cause it's the words
you've wanted to hear your entire life.

"I believe in you...
as much as you believe in yourself."

And you'll do just about
anything in the world he asks of you

because... because fame
encompasses judgment, right?

And I... I feared judgment my entire life.

That's why I wanted fame,
because when you're famous,

people see you as that, famous.

They're not thinking all the other things
that I'm scared they're thinking.

Like, "That guy's a loser or a drip
or a fucking faggot."

They think,
"It's the guy from that thing."

"It's the funny guy."

And I wanted so badly to be the funny guy.

Fuck your red light. I'm finishing.

So when this writer says

he only works with wild ones,
and to... to face my own fears, well,

it's not long before I'm round his house,
taking boatloads of drugs every weekend.

And isn't getting groomed magical?

Before you realize
you're actually getting groomed.

Until you're passing out from GHB
on his living-room couch,

while he tears at your trousers
with his disgusting hands.

And you know it's wrong, deep down,
what he's making you do.

But you just keep going back.

And you start to think,

"Is my self-respect so fucking low,

is my lust for success so fucking high,

that I will repeatedly go back
to this man's house

and let him abuse me

for a little peep at fame?"

"Oh, you're a victim.
You mustn't blame yourself."

Good sentiment, but let's be honest,

the fourth or fifth time you've passed out
and woken up with your dick in his mouth,

you should probably
think about not going back.

But, no, I just had to keep going.

I just had to get fucking raped.

Anything funny to say, boys?

My confidence is so low, right...

You'll... you'll enjoy this.

That I let this fucking mad bitch
into my life.

I work in a bar, and I gave her
this cup of tea on the house.

She... she was crying,
and I wanted to cheer her up.

But she... she kept coming back in
time and time again,

and I... I knew she was growing attached,

but I still went along with it to satisfy
my own stupid need for attention.

Hence the face. She... she did this to me.

You see...

that's what abuse does to you, you know?

It made me this...

sticking plaster
for all of life's weirdos. This...

This open wound for them to sniff at.

I knew she was mad,
and I knew she was dangerous,

but she flattered me, and that was enough.

And now... I really don't know
where it's gonna end.

I really think one of us is gonna
have to die now, and I'm not a killer.

Yeah, go on, walk out.
There'll be puns in the next section.

There's a guy
dressed as a train conductor.

I'm sure that's gonna be funny.

I met this trans woman.

You should see her.

She's the most beautiful person
you've ever met, and

I just couldn't...

I just couldn't...

love her.

And I see it now.

I see what it was that I lost in her.

Moreover, I see why I messed it up
in the way that I did.

And it's because of this, right?

It's because I loved one thing
in this world more than I did her, right?

One thing.

And do you know what that one thing was?

Hating myself.

I love it.

I'm addicted to it.

I don't know anything else.

Because God forbid
ever taking a chance at life.

God forbid
ever taking a chance at happiness.

And that's why
I messed it up with her.

Because I hated myself
so much more than I loved her.

And I loved her so very much.

I've spent my whole life

running away.

And this...

This competition,
this was just another hundred meters

in a marathon
I was never gonna finish alive.

So I'm gonna stop running now.

Because I just don't have the legs
for it anymore. I just don't.

Yeah.

Don't know how I started
coming out with all this, to be honest.

Really not sure how to finish.

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