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You're not seeing anybody else? No. Nobody.

I want to marry you.

Clearly pissed, you named me as the minister who'd resign with you.

Did somebody put you up to this? Nobody put me up to anything.

Karma. Karma?

What goes around... I know what it means.

I'll worry about my own karma. CAMERA CLICKS

Excellent.

Adrian Chapple. What about him?

He inferred you'd get the researcher's job

in exchange for fucking him.

I've fucked men for a whole number of worse reasons.

Oh, I'm sure you have.

Sometimes it's the only relief when I'm bored at a party.

The birthday party you left with Scott?

'Danny? It's Scott. Pick up if you're there.

'Come and see me after the wedding, yeah? Stuff some envelopes.

'All right, laters, bruv.'

ALARM BLARES

HE SIGHS

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Hi. Hello.

So how was your meeting?

Dull. Let's not.

I'm flattered you rushed straight here to make up for the tedium.

Do you think this can work?

I hope so.

I really want it to.

You wouldn't be embarrassed stepping out with a Tory MP?

God, yeah, but luckily that's not going to happen.

Mm. I can fantasise for just a moment.

Now you're talking!

Don't be so flip all the time.

My brother would never forgive me. That's not flip, by the way.

Fortunately, your brother has nothing to do with this.

I need to know what you think.

It's important this isn't just...

Isn't just what?

You know.

I want to see you properly.

Properly?

You sure?

I told you I was taking it seriously before you went to London.

Wasted enough time already.

Properly - that's like...

going out on dates and hanging out together, and stuff.

That would be a radical way of approaching a relationship,

but, yeah, we could do those things.

I think you'll find I'm a true Scot.

The reality of the situation is, Adrian, that you are Chapple

and I'm MacKenzie, which technically makes me more Scottish than you.

SHE GIGGLES

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Come in.

So... what did you want to talk to me about?

How's Jo coping?

Yeah, fine.

Not as well as some people involved in the failed coup attempt.

It wasn't a coup. And Jo messed up.

Jo messed up the coup that wasn't a coup?

Somebody she knows and respects

has got to make her see what is necessary after the by-election.

You're unbelievable, you know that?

Poacher turned serial killer. I'm a politician.

Danny, there's enormous respect for you, and your loyalty

is one of your best qualities.

You want to see it all get messier and messier?

Of course not. Then use your good influence.

You're the best thing she's got. You don't want to go down with her.

What does that mean?

The party's reshaping, Danny.

Make sure you're in the right place or you'll be left behind.

Aren't you meant to be going to Sedley to help the campaign?

Yeah. Well, hurry up, Danny, or it'll all be over.

They're coming after you, Jo. Let them.

You have to sort things out. You can't just stand here...

Feeling sorry for myself?

But the thing is, Danny, I do.

I do feel sorry for myself.

My career's gone down the pan, and my husband's gone with the nanny.

You have to sort yourself out. Make up your mind about what's important.

What does that mean, make up your mind?

Have they been whispering in your ear, Danny?

What have they promised you?

Well, if they've shown you a lifeboat maybe you should get on it.

Right, then.

Right, maybe I'll do that.

If you don't value loyalty, then maybe they're right.

Go to Sedley, Danny, and help the party...

if you want to show loyalty.

Hi, there. I'm Ashika Chandiramani, I'm the Conservative...

Another unhappy Labour voter.

You know the council have approved the mosque? Mm-hm.

Talk of two Labour councillors resigning to join the BNP,

which would be... Terrible!

Of course, but, in a way, that would not be obviously

completely negative to us.

Think of your ideal husband. What?

Woman Today magazine want to do a feature.

George Clooney or Johnny Depp? Hunk or geek? Older man or younger buck?

Oh, for God's sake. It's free publicity.

Just hurl a few adjectives around and don't forget "honesty",

which is the key ingredient to all successful relationships,

although I'd settle for Pete not farting against my leg in bed.

How long you gonna sulk for? Just out of interest.

I'm not sulking.

It's cos they're actually tripping over your lower lip in the corridor.

Look... There's nothing to say.

I'm sorry.

For everything, Danny.

You're still going for this job, though?

I'm going to discuss it with Adrian tonight.

Discuss it? What, like the discussion you had

with Scott after Jo's birthday party?

Danny... Doesn't matter! It doesn't matter.

Greetings, comrade.

What are you doing here, Sovs?

I am here right up until the nail-biting climax.

Embedded in Longton South. That's the plan, anyway.

I hope your hotel's better than mine.

You can play with my mini-bar. I'm seeing somebody, Sophie.

You're funny. What?

"I'm seeing somebody, Sophie!" Well, I am.

Well, no offence, Scott,

but I wasn't planning on having a priest there waiting to marry us!

Now listen, come and fool around,

don't come and fool around, it's all the same to me.

What do you make of this mosque business?

I wish they'd waited until after the by-election.

The BNP's eating into your traditional vote.

The smart money's moving to Ms Chandiramani.

Ah, then it isn't so smart! Look, no offence, Sovs... I'm gone.

After the by-election, these go to the press.

After the by-election? It'd damage the party if we did it before.

I'm sorry, but she would make fantastic collateral damage.

It's Northcote I want to finish.

A victory for her is a defeat for us.

Surely you can see that.

It's true, we'd have little to celebrate if she wins.

You'd have to throw the noose wide before you begin to tighten it.

Don't worry.

I know all the tongue-waggers in this party very well.

By Monday, the pot'll be warming nicely.

Neither, prefer Benicio del Toro.

What?

No, I'm not going to answer that. Because it's vulgar.

Sorry? G-Wiz or Maserati?

Well, I suppose I have to say G-Wiz, really, don't I?

Honesty. As in politics, it's a rare commodity but truly invaluable.

No, thank you very much. Goodbye. ..Ugh!

Can you believe!

Yes. OK. You've got to be prepared for the Labour Party

turning up the heat on you.

They know we've started to edge ahead and they're rattled

by the BNP. The last week could get very nasty.

SHE HUMS

LAUGHTER

Hold that thought. We'll discuss this over dinner.

I'll catch you up.

Oh, hi.

You got my e-mail? You fucking wanker.

Something the matter?

"I think it's only fair you should know... "

Could have mentioned that last night, maybe?

But last night wasn't about work... was it?

Like I said,

I enjoyed last night.

We should do it again.

Find someone who thinks limping to three minutes is a result.

Gloria noticed the way we were at the disco.

Did she say anything? Asked quite pointedly

how well I'd known you before. She's like your mum, Gloria!

She'd make a really good mum.

If you had your mates over for tea, she'd make sure

they were really good cakes. Might do to be careful.

Gloria also thinks you might go nuclear in the last week.

Maybe even play the race card to get the BNP vote back.

She has such a high opinion of us(!) Sullivan wouldn't do it anyway.

How do you know? He cares about stuff.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like what happens to finches with little beaks in drought years.

Ah, yes, the little finches.

If we're ever really gonna push the nuclear button, I'll warn you first.

And vice versa. We wouldn't, though.

Don't need to.

It's too late for you now, anyway.

Oh, no...

Kirsty? Yeah. Have you read the newspaper?

Iain's dished the dirt on Jo.

She's not answering her mobile.

I'm at her house now, but there's no answer.

I'm not sulking! This is more important!

All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Very good. OK. Bye-bye.

You think we should call the police or break in, or something?

No, of course not. This is such...

I don't know how people can be bothered. Move on, loser!

Listen, I know it's your parachute jump today, so you just go.

I'll call the police if I haven't heard by this evening.

No, I couldn't leave you with this. I'll be OK.

No way! Jo might be in trouble.

Why don't you want to go? What's happened with your job discussions?

They gave it to somebody else.

Oh.

Yes.

Yes, what?

You know what.

The answer to the big thought bubble over your head.

Go ahead and laugh! I don't want to laugh.

Go ahead and laugh at me. Played by a player.

You're really stupid sometimes, aren't you?

I'm sorry. You said that before.

I AM sorry, though. And that's weird, cos I'm not usually.

But I am.

There are people who should feel much more ashamed than you.

Don't be too hard on him.

PHONE RINGS

Jo...

Where are you?

DOOR OPENS

My fearless researcher... Wanna drink?

So...

Still think I should talk to Iain? No.

We'll go and get some food. I'm not hungry.

Well, you will be once some food passes your lips.

You can't just stay here getting pissed, you know that.

I'm not going home.

That "cares more about her career than her child" stuff...

Bastard!

He might have had a point. I've always put my career first.

Didn't seem like it yesterday.

Do you always have to have an answer for everything, Danny?

You have to ask? When I started out,

I used to laugh at women who moaned about combining baby and career.

Lightweights - stop giving men ammunition not to promote you.

Now look at me.

Goes much deeper. I think the first big mistake was thinking women

could be trusted with the vote.

So how's Scott going on up north?

You going up there this week, Danny?

Yeah. About time.

Apart from anything else, your brother'll be missing you.

Sure.

Weren't you meant to be doing a parachute jump today? Yeah...

I...I just... Wind direction was all wrong.

Route one - straight into the blades of parked helicopters.

Kirsty would have been soup on the runway!

Yes... So... what are you guys up to tonight?

Danny...

we're not watching The Battle Of Chile, Part two.

It's one of the best documentaries ever made.

It's Saturday night.

Can't we watch Strictly Come Dancing?

OK, what about Cry Freedom?

It's not my place to comment on Jo Porter's domestic problems.

As long as they don't interfere with her capacity to do the job,

then they're none of my business.

But you will be calling for her resignation?

Yes, but on the grounds of her disastrous record in office,

not because of her personal life.

The Opposition debate this week will be their High Noon.

They've chosen the topic to put her in the spotlight,

and they think they can finish her. You think they can?

I have to get ready to go to Sedley.

Make sure she doesn't hit the bottle while I'm away.

My ratings have risen. That's down to you.

Virtues have to be there to bring them out.

She's ahead, though. You can tell.

People are voting on national issues.

Nothing more we can do. But she doesn't have clear water.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Thank you.

What's that?

"You might find this helps lift the spirits."

Probably somebody's idea of inspirational music.

That's funny.

What is?

Rumour on Village Vermin.

Incoming scandal.

Oh, getting outed these days is a guarantee of instant promotion.

Except it's a straight politician and a mystery younger woman.

Any word as to who it's about?

Some speculation it might be Conrad Spelling and a Spectator journalist.

Right.

PHONE RINGING

Is Ashika about?

Not at the moment. Where is she?

I beg your pardon?

Never mind. We were meeting to discuss a joint approach to the BNP.

She never mentioned it. That's not my problem.

I don't know what your problem is! Take it somewhere else!

Yeah.

Sorry to be abrupt.

Would you like me to ask her to give you a call?

No.

It's not like I'm an alcoholic.

Just, you know, there are periods when you...

when one drinks a bit more than normal.

I guess Danny would say

those are exactly the periods when one should drink...

..a bit less than normal.

Yes, I expect Danny would.

You two are thick as thieves, though. Ever thought...?

No! Why not?

I couldn't. Why not? He's not unattractive...

..in a flopsy-bunny kind of a way. I think he'd be up for it.

You really think(?)

You could just do it as a treat for him.

Then we could never be friends again. You think he'd want that?

More to the point, would you?

I haven't got enough friends to throw any away.

You might be reluctant to take advice from someone

with my track record on relationships, Kirsty,

but having sex and liking the person you're having sex with

aren't absolutely incompatible.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

About time. Why didn't you answer any of my messages? Been busy.

Every pair of hands needed right now, Danny.

Yeah, that's why I'm here. You OK?

Why shouldn't I be?

I dunno, you tell me.

I'm going to go to the party offices now.

Look, wait a minute.

Come and look at this a sec, Dan.

What shall I do, Danny?

Release them to the press. Serves her right, the hypocrite,

banging on about honesty. You've got to.

I can't. Why not?

Because I can't. We promised.

You promised what?

Oh, no!

Oh, no! You're not. You're shagging the Tory candidate?

Scott, even by your pathetic standards...

It's not pathetic.

Well, it's a pretty big fucking conflict of interest!

I think releasing these pictures would be cheap.

Anyway, it's not conclusive, is it? Not conclusive?

They're all over each other. Where's your loyalty?

I am being loyal.

I'm not going to blow her out of the water because I'm upset...

She is the Tory candidate!

What is the matter with you? It's on a knife-edge here.

It's not like you won't move on to some other bird tomorrow. I won't.

Promise me you won't say anything about this.

DANNY SIGHS

Danny?

All right.

BUZZING

I'm going for a shower.

Hiya.

Had a couple of phone calls from journalists.

What about? Nothing specific.

They were just fishing.

So?

They seemed to think there was a fish to be had.

Is there anything I should know about?

Ashika?

No. Nothing. I really don't know what it's about.

The chatrooms are alive.

No names yet?

So many being thrown about, the hotel suites are all empty.

Yes, I can imagine.

Smart money is moving away from Conrad Spelling,

but most are still guessing it's the girl from the Spectator.

We need the Labour campaign to release the pictures.

Rumours are one thing, but they're useless without evidence.

What possible reason could they have not to do so?

You have to make sure that it's known

that it was the Labour campaign in Longton South that did it.

Don't worry.

It's all in hand.

Heard from Danny?

He said he'll be back before the debate.

Did you know that James Northcote's

doing some journalist from the Spectator?

That's what they're saying, anyway.

Well, well, well.

'My name's been mentioned on an internet site.

'I'm going home to talk to Caroline.' You OK?

Well, I'm worried. There's talk of incriminating photos.

Have you heard anything?

No, but some journalists have been snooping around.

'They can't have anything or they would have said.'

There's nothing about you.

They're saying it's Emily Jones from the Spectator.

Listen, if anything breaks,

you say the absolute minimum without directly lying.

Straight out the politician's handbook.

Concentrate on your campaign, Ashika, it's all you can do. Yup.

There's been frantic campaigning by all parties

in what is a very tight by-election here,

one of the tightest we've seen in recent times.

For the Labour Party to lose here, a traditional safe seat,

that would represent a huge blow, and for the Conservatives...

Nerves jangling?

Do I look nervous? No, you look grumpy.

Shall I get us some more coffee?

What's the Tory candidate doing in your headquarters?

Hi, Ashika.

Could we have a word in private?

Sure.

You didn't answer my calls.

I was really worried.

Been chaos around here.

Still, I thought you might... I mean, I hoped...

Is something wrong? No, everything's fine.

You seem funny. Strange.

Just want this all to be over, really.

Can you come tonight?

Not such a good idea. Too risky.

OK.

Not long till it's over, I guess.

What's she doing here?

Who?

Sophie Montgomery. She's a mate.

Yes. I forgot that you two were mates.

I'll be getting back, then. OK.

Am I glad to see a friendly face!

What is going on? You tell me.

Got any cigarettes?

You don't smoke.

Usually.

SHE SPLUTTERS

They're vile!

Better with alcohol. Oh, disgusting. I'd forgotten.

You're just not a smoker, sweetheart. Be glad.

How's James? Worried.

Nobody's mentioned you, though.

Get through the next 24 hours and you're in the clear.

Step outside with me for a moment, Danny.

Tell me you haven't! I have!

Where to? The Gazette.

Why? Because I'm not letting Dad's constituency go to a Tory.

Because it's James Northcote.

You promised me. Yeah, I promised you.

But you made it really easy for me to cross my fingers.

I have no idea what you are talking about.

Well, then, think. Think, Scott.

What did you last lie to me about?

What did you promise me hadn't happened?

It was nothing.

It was not nothing.

It's not like she was your girlfriend, or anything.

That's not the point. Well, what is the point?

What is the fucking point, Danny?

It's not like we're fighting for who has first go

on the fucking swings!

Kirsty's a grown woman

who had her own say in the matter!

It meant nothing!

The more you say it meant nothing, the worse it is!

Can't you see that?

All I know is, I've always regretted it.

You just don't get it, do you?

You complete fucking wanker.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

Yeah, well, now I've hurt you back.

Pfff!

You're a...

KNOCKING

PERSISTENT KNOCKING

Who is it? Gloria.

Morning. Good morning.

What's up? We haven't got a meeting.

Get dressed.

What's the matter? It's out. You and James Northcote.

It's in the Gazette and they're promising the pictures tomorrow.

It'll be on TV today and all the internet sites.

Journalists are already arriving at HQ, so I think you should go

to my house. Pete's got the car outside.

BEEPING

Hi. Hi, I'm with Gloria, can I call you back?

You've heard. Yeah, I'll call you back.

How? The press have got hold of some pictures.

Pictures? What pictures? Where did they get them from?

We'll find that out tomorrow when they print them.

You should get dressed.

Look, I asked you, and you said nothing.

As far as I was aware... They've got photos!

Of what? How can I answer about photos I've never seen?

But you have had an affair? You brought him here, after all.

Yes, but it was over by then. Oh, Ashika!

Oh...we've worked so hard, so bloody hard! I'm sorry.

We've come from nowhere... and then you blow it. And for what?

For a bloody office affair?

I'm not...

We're going to HQ.

I'm not hiding from anyone.

Hey...

OK... OK, but you go in there and you say nothing, you hear me?

You let ME deal with the onslaught.

"The important thing in a marriage is honesty."

Why do they do it? Why do they give these hostages to fortune?

The timing, the timing, Scott! I know, it couldn't be better.

Now, that's what I call properly negative, well done.

Properly...

We ignore it, don't make anything of it.

No need. Damage is done.

In time-honoured fashion, I'll say her private life's her own business.

HUBBUB

Thank you. Excuse us, please. Excuse us...

Thank you.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen...

You OK? Yeah, great.

I'd love to know where they got these so-called photos from.

Well, I've spoken to a few people this morning.

Word in the party is they came from here.

From here?

Sullivan's campaign received them anonymously

and passed them on to the press.

He said...

He promised. What?

How could he do that?

I'm sorry, you're not really making much sense.

What have you got to say about these photographs?

I'm going to keep this brief.

I haven't seen these photos, so I cannot comment.

Are you having an affair with James Northcote?

No. Have you ever...

That's all I have to say. Have you spoken to James since?

There is no truth in the rumours

that I'm having an affair with James Northcote,

and any photos that suggest otherwise are either faked

or do not tell the real story. Thank you.

Well, there you have it. Ms Chandiramani flatly denies

allegations of an extramarital affair

in spite of a local newspaper claiming to have photos of them.

I'm going back to London. Good.

It was the right thing to do.

Whatever else... It wasn't the right thing to do.

I wanted to talk to her about it,

but now she'll think I released them...

They're Tories, Scott.

They're the enemy, their brains are diseased.

I hope they think the same about us, that's it.

She came to the flat after Jake died to see how I was coping.

Yeah, that was nice of her.

She probably is nice, but I still don't want her winning this seat

and voting to cut health spending.

No, that's our job now.

Danny.

About Kirsty, maybe I fucked up, but I'm not why you're not with her.

I did warn you.

Yes, you did. I always find it fortunate

that all my vices can be purchased in Selfridges food hall.

Almost all, George. You won't find a Colombian death squad

in with the specialist cheeses.

And round and round we go on this absurd carousel.

It was you. I'm sorry?

And one of your friends from the security services.

Where they got the pictures.

You think I'd sabotage my party's interests for personal vengeance?

Don't be ridiculous.

One, you have no loyalty whatsoever to this current party leadership,

and two, I would never underestimate the petit bourgeois mind-set.

ANNOUNCER: And further Westminster news for today, the Tories

have put Jo Porter on the spot in today's opposition debate.

But with the rumours about James Northcote,

it looks like being a battle for survival

between two wounded animals.

"Dear Douglas, following our conversation,

"I agree that it would be better for Jo Porter to resign.

"Her inability to brief against her colleagues

"even when they were slagging her off..."

Rhetoric. They should let me write your speeches.

"..has to be added to her lamentable failure to attend

"her own son's birthday party in order to take part in a key debate.

"Most embarrassing has been voting,

"along with many people who should have known better,

"including yourself, for an illegal war

"that her better instincts told her was indefensible."

Yeah, well, that bit's true.

Whole lot of you should resign for that. They'll kill you.

I don't care.

Danny, what do you want?

Out of your career in politics, where do you want to go?

I want to carry on doing what I love doing,

which is working for somebody I really admire.

I DO value your loyalty...

more than anything.

I don't need my head patting.

Danny, if I want to pat your head, that's exactly what I'll do.

Order! Order!

'They say a week's a long time in politics...'

LAUGHTER

..but was it really only a few days ago that my Right Honourable Friend

was speculating, with his trademark charm,

on my ability to carry out my duties adequately?

Well, of course, I shall return the courtesy.

MOCKING LAUGHTER

So... on to policy.

Tory policies...

Yeah, nice timing, Jo. Give him the smile now.

Perhaps my Right Honourable Friend could come up with something,

because I'm really struggling to help him out here.

Hear! Hear!

A policy! Think of it as... a fig-leaf

to cover his embarrassment...

JEERS AND APPLAUSE

..if it makes it any easier.

Back in business.

The closest by-election for many years comes to a close today.

The Labour candidate has had to struggle with his party's

current national malaise and the storm over the building of a mosque.

Meanwhile, the Conservative candidate

who's made such huge inroads into the Labour vote

has been hit by the publication of photographs

showing her in an intimate embrace with a shadow minister.

Both have strongly denied the photos are evidence of an affair.

The results will be shown

in a BBC TWO election special later tonight,

and the only thing I can be certain of,

is that if I were the betting type,

I'd be completely at a loss to know where to put my stake.

Back to the studio.

Fuck a Tory this week, Scott?

Did you?

That's why you did it?

Revenge?

At least now I know how tawdry your values really are.

If you knew a single thing about my values,

you'd know it wasn't me who leaked those photos.

That's why you changed,

went all distant. Took up again with your blonde slag fuck-buddy?

It wasn't me. Then who was it?

And why?

We know the photos came here.

Well, come on, I'd love to hear this one.

A little finch carry them away, did it?

Here's a tricky question for you, Ashika.

The meeting with the party hierarchy,

did it go on after midnight in a private flat?

I had to say that. Why?

Because!

It was complicated.

Nothing to do with you. Nothing to do with me?

You came back from being with him

and hopped straight into bed with me the next morning.

Is that doing things properly?

Stay away from me, because if you don't believe me,

then we're done here. What, like you believe me?

You gave the photos to the Gazette,

and you didn't even warn me like you promised.

Could we have a quick word?

I'm busy. Who are you?

I work with Ashika.

Well, worked... Dunno.

This will decide whether I still do, I guess.

What do you want?

Strange that somebody of her quality

could fall in love with such a rude arsehole. At least James had charm.

Do you want a punch, mate? Cos I'm right in the mood.

What do you mean, fall in love with?

He asked her to marry him that night, and she said no

because she wanted to be with you.

They weren't together.

I don't like you very much, but I thought you should know

what you've thrown away to win an election.

I do hereby give notice

that the number of votes recorded for each candidate...

Turn the telly on, then.

Ah! Where's the bloody remote?!

For God's sakes, Danny!

Andrews, Martin... 8,953 votes...

Ouch! BNP keep their deposit. Shhh!

..6,362 votes.

Chandiramani, Ashika...

21,663 votes.

What does it mean? What does it mean?

Wait, wait, I'm thinking!

Jesus, it's fucking close, erm... couple of hundred...

..217 votes.

The Tories have won.

No, no, no, wait, wait!

21,813 votes.

CHEERING

Yes!

And I do hereby declare

that the said Graham Sullivan is the duly elected Member of Parliament

for the Longton South constituency.

PHONE RINGS

Hi.

Please don't cry.

'Please don't. It... breaks my heart.

'Caroline, you know how I feel.

'Look, I'll do anything you want, if you want me to stay in a hotel...

'OK, I'll come back. How are the kids?'

Are you sure?

I'm not such a big one for celebrations, Graham.

Plus I'd like to sleep in my own bed.

Get back in, I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank you, Scott.

Turned out your beak wasn't so small after all, eh?

Remember what I said. Half a millimetre's sometimes

all there is in the struggle for survival.

Those photos probably lost her just the amount we needed.

It's a brilliant result, Ash.

You know, this is a Labour heartland,

they're not safe anywhere now.

All the news reports are saying what a good campaign you fought

and what a breakthrough it is.

I got a nice message from the party leader.

Well, there you are, then.

The photos cost me the seat.

Oh, you don't know...

that way madness lies.

Don't dwell on it now,

there's plenty of time to think about it later.

Stay here tonight, Matt.

Don't go away.

Oh, please let them take photos of me leaving your room in the morning.

So what happens next?

You decided what to do now?

I'm going to sleep forever.

Hm!

Why didn't you stay for the victory party?

Didn't feel like it.

How come you're not in bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Have you spoken to her?

Not sure she'll ever speak to me again.

What?

Imagine trying to explain to her what really happened and why.

Do you want me to move out?

Do you wanna move out?

No. Well, then!

It's late, Danny, we should try and get a couple of hours at least.

Yeah... Back to work tomorrow.

Are we OK?

We're always OK, Danny.

# Your face is like the sun

# Sinking into the ocean...

# Your face is like watching flowers

# Growing in fast motion...

# All your kisses I've swallowed

# Brightened mornings And hollows... #

BEEPING

# Sunshine...

# My sunshine... #

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