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(SNORTING)

(UPBEAT TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

(CHEERING)

(DISTORTED) Hello.

He fuckin' pushed me!

(GLASS CLINKING)

(GROWLING SOUND)

(GLASS CLINKING)

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING LOUDER)

(SNIFFING)

(MUFFLED MUSIC)

(MUSIC BECOMES CLEARER)

(DISTORTED) Robyn.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(TECHNO MUSIC SLOWLY STOPS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

WOMAN: Robyn?

Robyn, I think that's your phone.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Oh, shoot.

(STUTTERS) Uh, if I can just get
that threshold and stop, I... I...

(PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(KEYS JANGLING)

(PHONE VIBRATES AND STOPS)

Uh... Yeah. But, of
course, I wouldn't stop.

I'm not sure what
triggered it, honestly,

some times I feel like
I can see it coming,

but some times it...
It's just... It's there.

And it takes you by surprise.

So, yeah, we had this fight and I can't

really remember what it was about.

Uh...

Me being an idiot again, probably.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

I'm sorry. (VIBRATING STOPS)

It's off.

You being an idiot?

Yeah. Right.

So, the next thing I know,

I'm in the disabled toilets,
hitting the nose bag

and getting a handjob off
one of the male waiters.

And the sense of... of...

Uber for Robyn.

Yup.

Thank you.

Bye.

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Hi.

Hey, Rob.

You're late.

(DISTANT TV PLAYING)

You went to a meeting? Mmm-hmm.

For real?

Baby, that is... Fantastic. Come.

Don't make a thing of it.

Guys, wine's away,
diet cokes all around.

Oh. Well, we're doing
this again, are we?

Oh... What?

I'm kidding. Its great
news. Great news, Rob.

- Diet coke it is.
- That's sweet but

just cause I'm a fuck-up, doesn't
have to ruin everyone else's night.

Well, we're here to support you. Right?

Yeah, just tell us
whatever you need, sis.

I need you to stop treating me like
a Make-A-Wish kid and have a drink.

I'm NA, not AA. It's fine.

You sure? Yes!

Well, thank Christ for that.

I haven't had dinner,
sober since the '90s.

Really proud of you.

Oh no, no, go ahead,
serve yourself, babe.

We're good.

I'm just making sure
its... (SNIFFS) Not corked.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(LAUGHING)

To be honest, it's kind of strange
at first but then, it's liberating.

Like the first time
you wear a swimming cap.

God, but all of it?
It just seems so exposing!

I mean, God, let's not forget, I have

pushed two babies out of that bad boy.

I think you should try it.

You do not get a say in
the grooming of my snooch.

- Snooch?
- Yes, Sam, my snooch!

Do you have a problem with that?

I do not have a problem with
your snooch. (SNICKERING)

Excuse me, my wife's
mins you're talking about.

Hmm... Tell you what. I will
shave mine if you shave yours.

- Deal.
- No!

No, no, porn stars do it all the time.

Don't tell me, you've
never shaved your balls.

No, but you are one hairy
motherfucker though, man.

Oh, my God, you're right.
Where would he start?

It'll be like when you shave a
square off a dog for an operation.

What if I stop at the
knees and the nipples?

I'm serious! Just here to here.
Completely hairless. Just zip!

- I'm gonna be okay.
- Plus.

It makes your dick look
bigger, apparently.

So, who will be the one laughing then?

I'm pretty sure it'll still be us, mate.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Hon, you sure you want another?

Well, that is you told.

That it is. Right.
I am gonna go for a smoke.

- Oh no, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

I'm gonna join you.

Wedded bliss.

Didn't know he was smoking again.

Yeah.

That's an exciting new development.

Hey, Robyn!

Come on, watching people
getting slowly drunk is like

being Stevie Wonder
in a fireworks display.

I'm going for him, not me.
As long as he's happy.

Public relations.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Hello? When the phone rings, you answer.

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't care if you be in a car
crash, both your arms are broken,

and you've got a mouth
full of shattered teeth,

you spit them out, get
someone else to hold the phone,

and you murr me a gummy response.

- That clear?
- That's pretty clear.

Summer Bolton has been
dropped by her record label.

Round table. 9:00 am.

Yup.

One of the mothers at Kelly's
school once got it all waxed

and she said, it made
her moo like a cow.

Literally.

She was on all fours and
she mooed like poked cow.

(INDISTINCT MUSIC PLAYING)

Mmm-hmm.

EVE: Oh, God, no.

Working hard I see.

(SLURPING NOISES ON VIDEO)

Is that the guy from Dragon's Den?

What the hell is he doing?

He wants to get on I Miss Celebs.

He sent me an audition
tape of him eating things.

He's already eaten three earthworms,
a chicken scat strip and now,

he's going for the sheep's testicle.

BOTH: Ooh!

Tough little bugger those are.

Oh... God!

(LAUGHING) It's like a meat cream egg.

Don't they have everyone
in place for this year?

Yeah, yeah. Weeks ago.

But seeing as you are
repeatedly trying to touch

Fanny Lennox at last
year's Christmas party,

I thought I'd keep his
dreams alive a little longer.

Fanny Lennox?

My new name for the notorious V-A-G.

- So, are you in this round table?
- Yup.

Remind me of the deets again.

Ever Cater Price, are you telling
me you haven't done your homework?

Okay, so, I was doing it but then
I got booty called by the imp.

You shouldn't call him that.

Why? He's like 5'4". That's
why he's always so angry.

(ROBYN CHUCKLING)

Anyway, so, we're like
half a bottle of Bombay in,

and start having one of
those flirty conversations

about how kinky we are at
a scale of one to ten.

Hmm. Tricky, 'cause anything under five

and you're gonna sound like a prune.

But go too high, and
you're basically saying

"Piss on me, I'm slut," I know.

- I think I'll go seven.
- That's what I thought.

Safe seven. A bit of bondage, bum sex,

if forewarned, light spanking,
everyone's a winner.

So, proceedings got underway
and suddenly, this happens.

Is that a cigarette burn?

Shouldn't have even
been smoking in the flat.

My landlord finds out,
she will shit kittens.

Jesus! What did you do?

Well, I elbowed him in the face,
broke his nose, blood everywhere.

Unfortunately, this just
turned him on even more.

Christ! Eve!

This is good. You're freaking out.

I freaked out. I was
worried I was being uptight.

No! You chucked him out, right?

Of course. This morning.

Eve. I know.

Not my finest moment. But
I did break the guy's nose.

It's always the short ones.

I know right.

Lucky I didn't say I was a ten.

Robyn, here's that info
you wanted on Summer Bolton.

Ooh, you sneaky bitch!

I printed it in duplicate.

Is she coming in? My mum loves her.

- What are the headlines?
- Okay,

well, she won Britain's Got Talent,
two years ago, when she was 15.

I thought the great dancing
granddads won it two years ago.

No, that was last year. But
they only made it to the semis'

because they got beaten by those
boys with all the talking fruit.

Anyway, her first album
won two classical Brits,

then she had a Christmas
number one with a charity single

for Help for Heroes called Lovely Boys.

And her manager is her mother, Joan.

Oh, Christ! A momager.

Ruthless beasts.

There was a girl at my prep school
whose mother gave a drama teacher

a handjob just so that her daughter

could play the lead in the school play.

Which, ironically, happened
to be Daisy Pulls It Off.

Thanks for this.

Your hair looks nice, by the way.

Oh, thanks.

Few more of those, you'll be
able to start your own currency.

I'm doing it for real this time.

Time to grow up. Be a good girl.

You are a good girl.

You're one of the best girls I know.

Are you familiar with the story
of the scorpion and the frog?

Did they go out to sea in
a beautiful pea green boat?

No, that was somebody else.

So, Scorpion asks Frog for
a ride across the river.

Frog's like, "As if. You'll sting me."

The Scorpion's like,
"Of course, I won't."

"If I sting you, I'll drown too."

So, Froggy agrees.

They reach the middle of
the river and suddenly...

Zap! Scorpion stings
the crap out of Frog.

And as they sink slowly
in the black water,

the frog looks up and is like,

(MUMBLES)

Why did you do that?

And Scorpion stared down at him
and says, "It's in my nature."

(DISTANT DRILLING SOUND)

And they both drown.

As much as I hate to break
up this little pow-wow,

Caroline has a rich
teenager in her boardroom.

And she doesn't like
to keep those waiting.

Okay, Summer's label are going
to announce the news on Friday.

So we until then to turn this

from a car crash into the Gumball Rally.

She wants to ditch the classical
and move into adult pop.

Our job is a top-down re-brand.

She's heading in a very
different direction.

It's much edgier.

She's working with Tiny Temper.

Look, people just think of me
as a little girl, but I'm not.

I wanna be taken seriously.

She wants to be sexy.

Swift sexy or Rihanna sexy?

- Rihanna sexy.
- Well...

- Budget?
- Limited.

EVE: Drug habit?

Few track marks, easily done.

ROBYN: Not very sexy, not for a girl.

Mental breakdown. Shave your head,
piss in a bucket, buy a monkey.

No mental breakdowns, no substance
abuse. They work only for actresses.

- From an old boyfriend?
- Too much of a slow burn.

SUMMER: I don't care what I have to do.

I'm 17 years old and I'm not
ready for my career to be over.

My best friend works six days
a week in H&M for, like, ?400.

- Fuck that.
- Summer.

What about a sex tape?

There hasn't been a good
one of those in a while.

Okay, hang on just a second.

Not really classy.

But is classy really
what we're going for here?

Ooh, lesbians.

ROBYN: Lesbians, perfect.

On trend and much less
seedy than straight.

Certainly wouldn't look
like a little girl anymore.

It's well shot.
Intended for private use.

Grown up, sophisticated. Think Madonna.

Old Madonna. Not old Madonna.

Then it gets leaked,
hacked from your Cloud,

you're horrified, you
make a public admission.

How betrayed you feel.

Getting the sympathy
vote from the girls.

Whilst turning yourself
into a filthy little minx.

Nation's sweetheart's dirty secret.

EVE: And if the new album tanks,

sell a tape online,

still make a fortune.

And we can turn this around in 48 hours.

Absolutely. Now, hold on just a second.

This is my daughter we're talking about.

It's pornography.

I play golf with men
who watch pornography.

Dad, this is my career.

- Summer, you can't...
- Mum, tell him.

- Darling.
- Joan, you can't seriously...

This is her life,

and if she wants to make a sex tape,
she can make a sex tape.

Unless, of course, you want
to stop using her royalties

to pay off our mortgage.

Oh, no. Of course you can't.

'Cause you got fired from your job

for asking your secretary
to sit on the photocopier.

Excellent.

Well, we'll leave you two to discuss,

and I'll get the girls
to draw up some ideas.

Hi, I heard there was
a problem with the...

Yeah, hi. Um...

I had troubles printing,
but it's working again.

Oh, okay.

Great.

Do you want a biscuit?

I made them for the office. Uhm...

But Eve told me to throw them away
'cause they've got flour in them.

All right. Okay.

Well, I'm sure the guys
downstairs would be more grateful.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hot coffee, in my mouth.

And I need you to make me
a list of every female celeb

between the ages of 16 and
35 with something to sell.

Records, movies, themselves.

I don't care.

Low moral fiber preferred.

MELODY: Will do that.

So, what's she like? Hmm?

Summer.

Is she nice?

She's a sweetheart.

(CHUCKLES) I knew she would be.

You can help us with
her sex tape if you like.

- Sex tape?
- Yes.

Of Summer Bolton? Yes.

- Having sex.
- Yes.

(TYPING)

You have a tape of
Summer Bolton having sex?

No, we're making a tape of
Summer Bolton having sex.

Robin, I think this one's broken.
Why don't we get a new one?

Oh, my goodness.

I still need that list, Melody.

Okay.

Oh, my goodness.

Yes, cool. No problem.

That is cool.

Bless.

If my coffee comes back cold again,

I'm just gonna throw it in her face.

(CELL PHONE DINGS)

Robin, there's a man in a polyester suit

waiting in the reception for you.

Sorry to bother you at work.

Just in the area,
thought I'd pop in, say hello.

What were you doing in the area?

You know, looking for your office.

Okay, good. Uh, you know,

earlier in the year, I said that
I was leaving my position at work

but staying within the company
to become a contractor...

Earlier in the year?

Talked to Ruth and you
about it loads... No?

Okay. Well, I said it
didn't make any sense.

Staying on a salary when they
kept hiring these contractors

who were getting paid
almost double what I was,

and they were getting to
choose their own hours,

and even though there was some
minor risk to job security...

Mark, I have absolutely no
idea what you're talking about.

I've lost my job.

- What?
- Oh, it's fine.

Just a bit... Bit, um...

The company I'm working
for are cutting back,

and as I'm, strictly speaking,
no longer an employee,

they, uh...

Hey, I'll find something else, okay?

- When did this happen?
- Three months ago.

And Ruth doesn't know?

I felt something else would come up.

And what am I supposed to say to her?

"Hi, honey, how are you? By the
way, don't bother fixing dinner,"

"'cause I can't afford
any food to feed the kids?"

Where the hell have you been
going for the past three months?

I don't know, cafes.

Parks.

Or sometimes, I just stay on the
circle line till it's time to go home.

You have to tell her.

You, better than anyone, knows
what she's like with money.

Remember when she was
pregnant? She will freak out.

She's obsessed she'll
end up broke like her mum.

Took me three years to persuade
her we can afford Sky Television.

We still haven't got the movie package.

Why are you telling me?

I don't know, you're...

Good at fixing things for people, and...

Look, there's stuff on the horizon,

I just need something to get
through the next few weeks.

If Ruth finds out that
I know, and she doesn't,

she's gonna lose her shit,

and I know you've seen my sister angry.

She makes Chris Brown
look like a fucking hippie.

Yes, well, I don't know who that is.

But look, Robyn, I'm
not asking you for me.

You have one month
to sort your shit out,

and then I tell her.

What is it you do, again?

Well, essentially what I do is

design networks for multinational...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Computers, right?

Right.

ROBYN: So this is how it's gonna work.

We make the tape, we share it
discreetly with a few sources,

the highest bidder then
leaks it on to their website,

and you get paid a predetermined
sum in the form of legal damages.

After an agreed period of time,

we then, remove the tape,

and then place an injunction to prevent
other people from using the footage.

At that time, should you so chose,

- we can further monetize the tape.
- Monetize it?

This is Mark, our technical
communications specialist.

He'll explain how it all works.

Right. Yes. Um... Thank you, Robyn.

Well, what we would do

is set up a number of third party sites

which couldn't be linked back to you.

These sites would then stream the tape

for a fee, your royalties,

all of which would be
transferred directly to you.

Minus Mark and our
commissions, obviously.

Now, this amount can vary greatly

depending on if you're a
Titmuss or a Kardashian.

Let's say, Summer is
somewhere between the two.

So here's a list of potential co-stars.

Oh, God, I hate her.

She's lovely. We saw her on
Graham Norton, didn't we, Ed?

- Who's that one at the bottom?
- She's an Olympian.

- No medals though.
- Oh... An Olympian.

- Too muscley.
- My personal opinion...

This is the one. Carly Peters.
Everyone loves a soap star.

Plus, she just got
her contract canceled,

for using the 'n' word on Twitter,
so this would be the perfect

opportunity, for her to prove
that she's not a racist.

It also means she'll be cheap.

- I like her.
- Great.

We'll get her in this
afternoon for some STD checks.

- STD checks?
- Just to you know, be on the safe side.

Safe, not sorry, Summer.

Well, you guys sit
tight. I'll get to work.

And my assistant will
get you some lunch.

Sorry. My mum... My mum just
loves you, by the way. (CHUCKLES)

Um, when you did Castle on
a Cloud at the Royal Variety,

you had us both gushing.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

This is the list of
websites you need to talk to.

Right.

- And I need you to sign this.
- What's this?

It's a non-disclosure agreement.

(EXCLAIMS)

This is what you do all day.

I thought you just flounce around
drinking white wine and air kissing.

(SIGHS WEARILY)

Now, please.

EVE: I'm sorry if I was
unsupportive earlier.

I think what you're doing is great.

- ROBYN: What?
- EVE: You know...

NA, Sam, being a grown up.

I only take the piss 'cause it's
easier for me to be a hot mess

if my best friend's a hot mess too.

ROBYN: Don't worry, babe.
I'll always be a mess.

EVE: You know, I think
about it sometimes.

Finding the boy to run me
baths and cook me dinners.

Problem is, I know the minute
I find someone nice enough

to run me a bath, I'd probably
drown him in it. (CHUCKLES)

I guess, that's why I'm doomed
to life as a human ashtray.

Oh, bull-wax.

- What?
- I just pissed on my grandma's ring.

- What is that?
- For the STD lady.

- You're getting checked too?
- Damn straight.

How often does the
mountain come to Mohamed?

Saves me a job this quarter.
You should get involved.

Yeah. The last time I pissed
in a cup was at Glastonbury.

- Fill your boots.
- You almost did.

- Hi.
- Come on, then.

I actually just wanted to ask a
couple of questions. Is that okay?

Okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

How reliable is the contraceptive pill?

No form of contraceptive is 100%...

No, I appreciate that,

but is that some old wives'
tale you tell teenage girls,

to stop them from being all slutty
or can I actually get pregnant?

You can actually get pregnant.

My boyfriend and I
are trying for a baby.

But you're on the pill?

It's complicated.

My mother was a difficult woman

and she made life difficult

for a lot of people,
including her children.

And I... I just wouldn't...

Where do you stand on the
whole nature-nurture thing?

I'm just a nurse, honey.

You know, there are still
tribes in South America

that believe that babies are
made from a combination of sperm,

from multiple males and mom has
sex with a bunch of different dudes

and then they all share in
the upbringing of the child.

I had sex with some other guy.

A client, actually.
And now I'm a week late.

So, let me get this straight.

Your're trying for a
baby with your boyfriend,

but you had sex with someone
who isn't your boyfriend.

But you're on the pill and you're
worried that you're pregnant.

Or you want to be pregnant?

I mess everything up and

I wouldn't want to mess up
something like that.

Why are you telling me all this?

You have that doctor-patient
confidentiality thing, right?

I'm not a doctor, but yes.

I am trying to be better,

but what if I don't
actually have "better" in me?

You should find someone to
talk to who isn't a stranger.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello.
- There's something going on with Mark.

- What do you mean?
- I was going through his pockets,

and I found this list of websites.

Rob, you should have seen
some of the stuff on there.

Have you ever heard of a boo-cake?

- A what?
- It's when a lady

just sits there with her mouth open

while a gang of men hover over her

like they are all angrily
watering the same plant.

Oh, bukkake.

It's awful. I've Googled and it says it

can have a serious effect on your life.

- Bukkake?
- No. Porn addiction.

- What?
- It all makes sense.

This is why he's been acting
so weird for the last few weeks.

They say it can cause depression,
it can affect your relationships,

your work.

Hon, I'm sure there's some
more logical explanation.

We've not had sex in nine weeks.

I mean, we've had droughts before,

but usually after a week or two,
I at least get a sleepy erection

pressed into the small of my back.

Too much information.

Do you think I should
confront him about it?

No. No, just...

Give it a bit more time.

I'm sure it will sort itself out.

Sort?

Look, I have to go but I'll
pop around tomorrow, all right?

(GROANS)

(BLOWS AIR)

This is so exciting.
Reminds me of the old days.

I used to be a bit of an actress
myself, before I had Summer.

I always loved being on set.

How's she doing?

Yeah, she's great, she's really excited.

Rob?

Carly!

- Great to see you!
- Come in.

Wow, you look great. Love the shoes.

Uh, this is Summer, who you'll
be having sex with this morning.

Hiya.

Nice to meet you, Carly. I thought
you were just great in Emmerdale.

Oh, listen, just so it's all
cleared up, that Twitter stuff...

I was just retweeting
a joke someone said.

I've got nothing against blacks.

Great. Okay. You two should
probably decide what you want to do.

The choreography is
totally up for grabs,

but just be prepared
that if it's too soft,

people are gonna call bullshit.

Sure.

I'm cool. I just don't want to shove
anything up anywhere or nothing.

ROBYN: Understood.

You okay with nudity?

As long as it's tasteful.

- PETER: Hi.
- ROBYN: This is Peter, the Director.

So, plan is to keep it
really glossy and premium.

We'll go for a narrow depth
of field, shooting on 4k,

with a beautiful backlight
for that sensual feel.

Sure.

We're going with the narrative that it's

Carly's boyfriend behind the camera.

Clever

- How's your porn talk?
- Porn talk?

Sex tape 101. Nothing worse than seeing

a woman with the dead eyes of a shark,

mumbling her way through it

like it's homework. Naming no names.
Paris Hilton.

So plenty of... (MOANING)

"That's it! That's it!"
That kind of thing.

Plenty of squeaks and squeals.

(SQUEALING) Always good.
A little bit of a tremble.

Just have fun with it. Be creative.

"Ooh. Stick it up there. Scissor me."

"Come on, you filthy bitch.
Suck it like a fig."

Sorry, I just... (GAGGING)

(RETCHING)

CARLY: Can somebody get
us some mints or something?

Summer!

She's never done anything like this.
It must be stage fright.

Summer. It's Robyn. Can I come in?

You know, you don't have to do this.

Sweetie,

there's a lot of people
out here putting a lot

of effort into getting
this done for you.

Remember what we always say.

"Being professional is doing
the things that you love to do"

"on the days you don't
feel like doing them."

She'll be fine.

I remember her first
Lion King audition at 11.

Bundle of nerves. All worried about

missing school, and all this nonsense.

Get's in the room, blew it.

Can't remember her words,
forgets all the steps. Useless.

So when we get home, I make her pay back

all our train fares up to London

out of her pocket money.
So she'd understand

the sacrifices people make for her.

Never fluffed an audition again.

Summer. You open that
door right now, young lady.

Summer, if you're not 100%
comfortable, we can pull the plug.

I don't want to be unprofessional

- You're not.
- Mum would be furious.

Don't take this the wrong way, but
your mum is being a bit of an ass.

This is your call.

I'm scared that I'm
gonna look like an idiot.

There's a whole team of people out there

whose job it is to make
sure you look great.

You don't understand, I
don't know what I'm doing.

Why don't you just pretend
you're having sex

with your boyfriend or something?

No, I literally mean I
don't know what I'm doing.

I'm a virgin.

And?

- Well she's terrified.
- And...

She doesn't want to do the tape.

So convince her.

I'm not sure I should be convincing
a 17-year-old to do pornography.

What is it you think we do, Robyn?
The glossy, well-thumbed magazines.

The websites full of
salacious little thumbnails.

The mail online is essentially
a porn-hub for the masses.

I thought Pornhub was
pornhub for the masses.

In less than 17 hours, news will be out

that Summer has been
dropped by her label.

And when that happens,
her career will be over.

She'll be on the scrap-heap by 18.

A couple of years of
Panto if she's lucky.

And nothing but the wasteland
of reality television awaits.

You can't save her soul,
focus on her career.

She may be playing coy now, but
when she's gone from hot to not,

she'll be sucking a
runner off in an alleyway

for a 30-second OB on
Good Morning, Britain.

- Just to keep the dream alive.
- Couldn't we just...

This was your idea. You make it work.

Or instead of a sex tape,
we'll be making a

snuff tape of me murdering you.

Which I shall sell to recoup
the money you've wasted

hiring all these people
not to make a sex tape!

Keep it coming. I want to
look like a ten-year-old boy

before you're done.

ROBYN: I can't believe she's a virgin.

Wow. When I was Summer's age, my
hymen was a long-forgotten dream.

We can't force her
to lose her virginity.

Oh, come on. It's with a girl.
Girls don't count.

I watched her duet with
Bryn Turfell in Children in Need.

We could get her drunk. That's what I do

when I don't want to
have sex with someone.

Look, we've all had to fake
it at some point in our lives.

It's an unfortunate inevitability
of the human condition.

That's it.

What's what?

A body double.

Where on earth are we going to
find a five-foot-three 17-year-old,

who's willing to have sex on
camera at such short notice?

What are you? Like, 4'4"?

MELODY: I'm white, if
you haven't noticed.

And I'm not gonna pretend to have sex

with a racist soap actress
on camera for money, okay?

- There is a line.
- Who said anything about money?

Okay. You call every adult entertainment

company within a thirty-mile radius

and see if they have anyone who
matches Summer's description.

You try escort agencies,
massage parlors.

Go to the nearest phone box and look

at cards on the wall if you have to.

I'll deal with upstairs.

Ed, Joan, Hi.

Is everything all right?

Of course. We're just
ironing out a few kinks.

Do you know where Carly is?

I think she's getting changed.
Uh, what sort of kinks?

(PHONE RINGING) I'm so sorry.

Hello.

Right. We're set up and ready to go
just as soon as I receive the file.

Great.

How are things on your end?

What? Yeah. Fine.

Exciting, isn't it? I feel like a spy.

Yeah.

Listen, Rob. I just
wanted to say, thank you

very much, again, for
helping me out like this.

That's fine.

To be honest, it got
to a point where I...

What are you doing out here?

- Ah.
- Nothing.

ROBYN: Is that Ruth?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Who are you on the phone to?
- It's... Sorry, it's work.

Yeah, that's fine. I will get on to that

just as soon as I have a minute.

(WHISPERING) I'll be out in a sec.

I thought she thought
you were still at work.

Yeah, well, I told her I
had to work from home today.

I needed my computers
to set up the transfers.

Don't call me again.

- I'll drop the footage by tonight. OK?
- Yeah, Rob, I...

Good.

(SNORTING)

ROBYN: Carly.

Want one?

How do you feel about
having sex with someone else?

What do you mean?

We're looking into getting a
body double for Summer. She's...

Shy.

Will it affect me fee?

Nope.

Then I don't care who I'm
pretending to have sex with.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Okay, something funny
is definitely going on.

- What?
- I just walked in on Mark,

hiding in the shed on
the phone to somebody.

- So?
- So?

You should have seen his face.

He looked like Kelly after
she's eaten one of my lipsticks.

Last night you said he
was addicted to porn.

Yes, well, what if it's worse than that?

I don't know, he seemed super shady.

And I heard a woman's voice
on the other end of the line.

Mark worships the ground you walk on.

He would never do anything
to hurt you or the kids.

I gotta go. Um, I'll
pop by after work, okay?

Okay bye.

I love you.

(SIGHS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, so there's been a change of plans.

We'll be using a double for Summer,

so we're gonna need to
go with the grunge here.

Handheld amateur feel, just...

Will this double be expecting
a share of the royalty, too?

MELODY: Robyn,

Can I get a word?

Could you excuse me for
just a minute, please?

Okay. So, I've called everywhere.

All the adult film companies

were talking about unions and licenses

and asking if we have a permit.

Okay, okay. What about you?

No escort agencies were happy
for their girls to appear on film.

I've got a few leads I can follow up on,

but it's a long shot.

Okay. Keep trying,

but if we have no luck
in the next half hour,

I guess we'll just have to cancel.

Cancel?

What about Summer?

This is her career we're talking about.

We're trying everything
we can to make this work.

Well, she'll just have to do it herself.

Mrs. Bolton,

your daughter is
uncomfortable with this.

Now, that may not be an issue for you,

but I'm afraid it is an issue for me.

I beg your pardon?

Look. We've still got 17 hours left.

We could get her a tattoo
or a cocaine addiction.

It's not gonna set the world alight,

But, it may go some way to counteract...

I'll do it.

Excuse me?

Well, we're the same height, same size.

People are always
mistaking us for sisters.

Really?

My Pilates teacher

says I still have the
body of an 18-year-old.

So, I may as well

let somebody bloody see it for a change.

- Are you sure you...
- I spent a lifetime...

...getting this girl
to where she is today.

Not all of us were
afforded those opportunities

and I do not intend for it to be over

before it's barely begun.

So...

Let's just get this over
and done with, shall we?

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

MRS. BOLTON: (ON SCREEN) Oh, yeah!

Get me the number of
her Pilates instructor.

MRS. BOLTON: (ON SCREEN)
Oh, yeah! Fuck harder.

Girl's a natural.

When's it going live?

Being uploaded tonight.
And then it'll leak

before any news of her deal gets out.

Turn it off, now.

It's reminding me of boarding school.

MRS. BOLTON: (ON SCREEN) Jesus!

Well, whatever happens
with Summer's career,

I think you've done wonders
for her parents' marriage.

I'm gonna have to phone
my mum and break the news.

Melody? I think this is for you.

Melody-Incase your printer breaks again
07700900147 Craig (IT Guy)

Ooh!

IT boy wants to log into your...

Don't know any computer words.
Something funny.

Stop it.

Seriously though, you're
not really gonna go out

with an IT boy, are you?

Melody, go out with whoever you like.

Eve's just jealous, 'cause...

There's no RAM in her hard drive.

Oh! There it is!

You know, right now would
be a good time to say

something about you keeping
your dick in your pants.

I know. I know.

Good.

Really bums me out when
you pull stuff like this.

I'm trying. I really do
want to be better.

I know, I know you do. I know.
(URINATING)

(SIGHS) Oh, man. I remember
when I did this

for the first time around.

(CHUCKLES) Whoa!

The feeling of it being real just

hits you like a truck.

Like, all at once.

Up until that point in my life,

nothing had ever been so...

Permanent. You know?

I just kept staring at it
till my eyes went blurry.

Then, I think I cried for, like, a day.

(TOILET FLUSHES) Then,
I was really happy.

You're not helping.

(ZIPS DRESS)

Okay. All right, don't stare at it.
Just...

- Mmm... Name the 50 states.
- What?

Hey! Just something to
take your mind off of it.

I'm not in kindergarten. I'm not
naming any of the 50 states...

Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas

California, Colorado

- Delaware... Connecticut
- You missed Connecticut.

Delaware, Florida Florida...

BOTH: Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho

Illinois, Indiana

Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky

Louisiana, Maine,
Maryland, Massachusetts

Michigan, Minnesota

Missouri, Mississippi...

What does it say?

I'm not pregnant.

(SIGHS) Okay!

Okay!

Well, that's good.

That's what you wanted, right?

Absolutely!

Absolutely.

Yeah. Good.

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLING)
KELLY: Mommy, I need to poo!

Thank you for letting us know.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Okay...

Thank you. Hi, honey.

And, next!

Welcome to my weird...

Office.

How may I help you?

Here.

Thank you.

(TYPING)

(WOMAN MOANING ON SCREEN)

Blimey.

She did not do that on
Britain's Got Talent.

(MOANING CONTINUES)

You were right.

I opened his laptop to send an email

and it was right there.

(STAMMERING) Yes. I, um...

- He's a porn addict.
- I... What?

(MOANING CONTINUES)

Is this a thing?

No! I...

Mark. Seriously, I want
you to be honest with me.

I...

(MOANING CONTINUES)

(VOICE BREAKING) I'm addicted to porn.

Jesus. (BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Mark. Why wouldn't you tell me?
- I'm so sorry.

I...

(MOANING CONTINUES)

Was ashamed.

I... Was...

Sorry, I'm just going to
mute this for a second.

(NERVOUSLY) Maybe I should...

Why would you think you have to
lie about something like this?

Mark, I mean...

God, you know...

You need to go off into the
shed and have a handy, just...

Lock the door, you know. I don't...

I mean, that's not a
relationship, is it?

Where you can't even tell
me if something is wrong?

You can talk to me, you stupid a-hole.

God, I mean...

Who knows? Maybe I would even wanna

watch it with you, you know?

I'm not so vanilla that I
can't... (MOANING RESUMES)

Oh, my god!

Is that Summer Bolton? Hmm.

SUMMER: (ON THE SCREEN)
Yeah. Give it to me! Oh...

I'm just gonna leave you to...

(MOANING CONTINUES)

My goodness!

(GASPS)

What must her poor mother think?

(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENING)

Hey. What's up?

Okay, don't be annoyed
at me or anything.

I swear I wasn't being stalker-y,

- I just... I saw it in the bin.
- What?

Did you... I mean...

I was a couple of days late, so I
did it as a precaution, but I'm not.

Okay.

(STAMMERING) I'm just...
I'm sorry, I just...

I saw it, and then my
heart was just like...

I mean, I know we're trying,

but seeing it just made me feel...

Like it was so much more real.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to panic you.

Oh, no, no. I... I wasn't panicked.
I was...

I don't know. I was... I was... happy.

- Really?
- Yeah. I mean...

It's mental. You know I got a
fear because of my dad not

being around and my little
sister doing it too young,

and then watching them struggle.

But I saw it, and it
just made me feel like...

It was a feeling in my gut.
It said, "Yeah, we'd crush it."

Not literally.

I'm sorry. No. I... I know I
sound like a nutjob right now.

You weren't scared?

Scared?

No, I was...

Yes, I was scared, but
more excited though.

Legit.

I love you.

I love you too, kid.

Do you wanna take another run at it?

Absolutely.

Hmm. Just give me five minutes.

(MELLOW SONG PLAYING)

(FROG CROAKING)

It's in my nature.

(SONG RESUMES PLAYING)

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