Celebrity Ex on the Beach (2014–2020): Season 6, Episode 7 - Episode #6.7 - full transcript

Let the fun commence.

'Ex on the Beach is back.'

'Eight new unsuspecting singles
are looking for love.'

'But what they don't know is...'
Fuck.

'...there are more exes
than ever before.'

My arse just fell out me shorts.
You cheated on me!

Stop acting the fucking big man!

You are my best friend
and I wouldn't do that to you!

'And they're flying in
from everywhere.'

(shouting, laughter)

'Some exes want romance.'



I do really, really love him.

'Some want revenge.'

(screaming)
Both of you, let go now!

Let go now!

No one fucking likes you!
See you later.

'And others just want
to wreck the gaff.'

Hey!
(clattering)

Fuck! That'll be someone's
fucking head in a minute.

'As always, the Tablet of Terror
is topping up the torment...'

It's going to be fireworks.
'...causing misery...'

(sobs)
What am I going to do?

You will never ever have me
ever again.

'...mayhem...'
You fucking dickhead!

(shouting)
'...and madness.'



Oh!
'It's going to get explosive.'

Fucking what?!
Ooh!

(shouting)
Fucking slag!

'Eight exes have already arrived.
But...'

I hate her guts.
Slag, slag, slag, slag, slag.

My heart is breaking.

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

I'm probably the happiest
I've been in the villa.

I feel like me and Ross
are really strong.

Even if there is shit
coming our way,

I think we could
deal with it together.

It feels, like, special.

Harriette thinks I'm in 100%.

Being honest, she's the best
in there for me, at the moment.

After Adam accusing me of sleeping
with another girl,

me and Nicole, we've got past this

and we're going
in the right direction.

Me and Jacques Fraser made up
by having sex,

so, yeah, ten out of ten.
Blinding night.

Last night, I chose Jack
to go to the penthouse

cos I've been trying to move forward.

If I chose Aaron,

I know for a fact
we would've ended up just arguing.

It was exciting to sit on his face.

Thank fuck for that.

I knew I was getting my end away.

Emptied the load.

I've seen how Aaron's acted
since Becca's been in the villa.

I've just decided
enough's just enough.

If Becca and Aaron shagged,
it's not nice.

I'm not second best to anyone,

so it'll be interesting to see,
when they come down the stairs,

what they've got to say.

Morning.
What's happening?

What's happening?
You all right?

You both look fresh.

Becca can't even look at us.

Did you romp? Yes or no?

What's your input, Becca?

(whispers) Fuck off, for fuck's sake.

Obviously, she's the only bird
I'm attracted to in here.

Think I'm going
to play chess with her?

Now that is the biggest
kick in the balls I have ever had.

Don't look over the table and say,
"You're not cracking on with Aaron."

Last night, Becca has a go at us
and she goes and gets shagged.

That is a disrespectful little girl.

The was the final nail
in the coffin.

You've done wrong, you arsehole.

Fuck you, you fucking divvy.

Becca has a dirty arse?

How can you sit
across the table from someone

How can you go,
"Don't fucking dare kiss him."

What's it got to do with you?
I didn't say fucking don't dare.

You went, "You're my best mate."
Yes, you did.

I couldn't give a fuck.
I got my end away.

That's all I give a shit about.

She's just a fucking bang.

You talk shit.
Don't you dare sit and go...

All right! How many times
do you want to fucking say it?!

You idiot!
What are you shouting for?

I'm allowed to say
what I fucking want!

Because all you fucking do
is fucking repeat the same shite.

I love this. This is my honest face.
I am loving this.

Go and sit down then.
I like standing up.

I'm comfortable standing here.

You're a liar.
That's why you're shouting.

You can't handle what you've done.

You talk shit, Becca.

What the fuck are you on about?

You will see. You will see.

You're going to set me
fucking off again!

(clanging)

(chuckles)

On my family's life, my mum's life,
I will never speak to that girl.

Becca has not got
a fucking leg to stand on.

She doesn't want me, but she doesn't
want me to have anyone else.

Aaron is not over Becca

and I'm not being a third piece
in this fucked-up jigsaw.

I don't know
where she's coming from.

You've made your bed, so lie in it.

Hopefully, you'll never get up.
I take that back.

He's doing whatever he wants
with ZaraLena. Is he fucking off it?

Aaron and ZaraLena
fancy each other like fuck.

Everyone forgets that as well!

Everyone's looking at me
like I'm some cunt. Fucking hell.

(laughs) Whoa.

Fucking joke.

Why the fuck?
I don't fucking understand.

Honestly. Whatever.

She's like a big, massive,
screaming rhino.

No-one fucking says,
"This is how you must feel today."

"This is how you must feel tomorrow,
when you're drunk."

"This is how..." Fucking fuck off.

I'm not allowed
to have different feelings?

Yes, I fucking am!

Thanks.

'With Becca losing her mind,

who else will be going batshit crazy
when the next ex arrives?'

'Whose ex is next?'

(tablet chimes)

For fuck's sake.

What does it have in store
for us today?

"After a heated morning
in the villa,

it's time to hit it hard."

"You're having a boat party."
Yes, come on!

(they cheer)

Let's go and fucking party!

Everyone's jumping in.

I want to chuck Zara in a speedboat
and send her back to shore.

She's not getting involved,
the bore.

'While Zara is all alone,
looking lost at sea,

some of the other girls seem
to be falling hook, line and sinker.'

Where are you with Ross now?

I feel like there is a future
for me and Ross.

Harriette and Ross,
on, off, on, off.

Snooze fest. I'm bored of it.

Nicole, what's going on
with you and Jacques now?

Just said we're going to see
how things go.

I don't believe in
the cheating rumours.

I love him to pieces,
so I do regret ever doubting him

cos I feel like I should have
had his back like he has mine.

Are you getting back together?

He hasn't said,
will I be his girlfriend?

We have cleared the air
and we're letting things go slowly.

I do think
he's such a genuine guy as well.

I normally can see through, sort of,
if somebody's lying.

I don't trust him at all.
I feel like he's lying to her.

Is this person a cunt?

(all agree)
Aaron!

(they laugh)

Aaron's clearly got feelings
with Becca

and I feel like piggy in the middle.

So, I need to get myself out
of this situation.

I just think it's time that I left.

I've made the decision
that I will go tonight.

(bell tolls)

No-one's arsed.

Me and Zara haven't
had a proper chat.

We need to talk before she goes.

The thing is,
I'm not going to make you stay.

I want you to stay,
but I'm not going to make you.

It's making me unhappy.
There's no point.

I'm ready to go and it doesn't mean
I don't like you or anything.

So you know how I feel about you.
I do like you.

Obviously,
see if we speak after here and then

you have a good time and I'll
go home and cuddle my dog. (laughs)

Yeah?
Quick kiss.

Zara's leaving.
That means I'm single.

So, believe me,
I've got one job to do

and that is fucking mug Becca off
as much as I can.

She's chose to leave
and I respect that.

I'm going to miss ZaraLena so much
because...

(indistinct conversation)

Nah, I'm not going to miss her.

You get why I'm going.
Yeah, of course I do.

I'll see you later.
Bye.

Bye, fuckers.

ZaraLena's got a face
like a slapped arse.

Zara's stat there with that awkward
smile that she does all day.

She has good morals.

She's drier than Gandhi's flip-flop.

Whatever.

'After ZaraLena's emotional goodbye,

it seems Harriette's trying
to hold on to what she's got.'

I'm falling for you.

I just don't know what to say.

We've supported each other,
made each other laugh.

And cry.
And cry. And angry.

I have... I have grown to love you.

(laughs)

It's fucking awkward.

I wanted him to give me
a bit more than a smile.

He's messing with my emotions a bit.

'Come on, Ross, grow some balls.'

'Tell her how you really feel.'

'Ah, you bottled it.'

(chuckles)

'With everyone in bed,

let's see if Jacques Fraser can be
a bit more honest with his feelings.'

What is it that you want?

You know what I want.
Don't ask me what I want.

I just need to know
where we both stand.

Are we getting back together or?

That's down to you.
Are you going to ask me that?

I've come in here to get you back.

I can't explain how I feel.

You know when people say you find

the one person of your lifetime
that is my soulmate.

I had to deal
with the cheating allegations

and you've said they're not true.
They're not true.

It's a rumour, an allegation.

Do you think I'd come in here
if that happened? Like, honestly?

I do trust you, but I'm just saying,
don't let me down

cos if you do let me down,
then you would be gone.

That's not going to happen.

Trust is a big thing. Thankfully,
she's believed what I'm telling her.

So, we're basically together now.

I'd like to think so, yeah.
OK.

Nothing in this world
can tear us apart.

I feel like
we're stronger than ever.

For today, I hope that a couple
new birds come in, liven it up.

I ain't come to get cooped up with
one bird and have a relationship.

I'm still single
and I'm still at bat.

I've woken up alone this morning.

As much as me and Jack get on,
it'll never work.

I'm just so upset because of how much
I've fucked things up with Aaron.

I always put on this front,

that I'm so strong and I don't love
him and this, that and the other.

I do still love him.

Me and Becca will never be anything.

I don't have any feelings
for the girl at all.

So, she might as well
walk around like a ghost

cos I couldn't give a fuck.

'Yeah, of course you couldn't,
Aaron.'

I woke up with Nicole.

Oh, my gosh.

We've made it official
that we're back together.

I feel like
I've got my best friend back.

I'm cool. I'm good.

Today, I feel a little lost.

Harriette's falling for me.
I don't feel the same.

I wanted a bit of fun,
but I'm not having any of the fun.

'While Harriette enjoys a lie-in,

the rest are about to get
a wake-up call.'

(tablet chimes)

(they groan)

Fucking joking?
My chicken's fell out of my mouth.

"Hey, gang, some of you could use
a little cooling down."

"Rebecca and Ross...
you're off on a date."

What?
(they laugh)

Pretty excited about this date.

She's hot.

I'm glad that I'm with Ross
on this date.

I'll be able to let my hair down,
have some fun

and get away
from the Aaron situation.

She can fuck off.

Harriette's asleep and they
sneak off for a little date.

Bye.
This ain't going to end well.

'That's right.
There's no happy endings here,

but whose ex will bring
more heartache and hatred?'

'T minus four hours.'

(maniacal laugh)

(they chuckle)
Hello.

Hello. I'm going to be your
paddle board yoga instructor.

Oh, we're doing some yoga.

Fucking hell, what's this?

Close your eyes. Make a wish.

Wishing that Becca's
going to kiss me.

Find the balance and flow.

Steady, steady.

(gasps)

(screams)
(laughs)

I proper appreciate Rossy
just being dead fun with me.

Oh.
(screams)

I just fucking fancy her.

Lower, lower, lower.
Jesus.

Yes.
Shit.

Yes.

Becca's sitting on my back.
I wish she was sitting on my face.

Whoo!

(they laugh)

Oh, how did that happen?

Wye aye, what are you doing,
you cheeky bastard?

(gasps)
Oh.

Stop it!

All right? What are you saying?

What are you saying?

She doesn't know Ross and Rebecca
have been out. I might stir the pot.

What's been going on?

Couple people have gone on a date.

Yeah? Who?
Ross and Rebecca.

Great. That's exactly what
I want to wake up to. Thanks, Josh.

Right.

I heard a rumour
that Rebecca fancies him.

Yeah.
What the fuck?

Like, another fucking head fuck.

Peace out.
Peace out.

I hope you cheer up.

You look like a right grumpy bitch,
by the way.

I actually fucking hate you!

He's a fucking arsehole.

It's awfully quiet, innit?

Like, awfully quiet.

(tablet chimes)

(they groan)

In the middle of my plait.

I hope it's not to do
with me and Sean.

"That's a storm brewing
as a new ex is on their way."

"Adam, Jacques Fraser..."

Little wanker.

'...and Jack Devlin..."
Oh!

"...time to meet your new arrival."

It's three of Nicole's exes.
Her face is a picture.

What the hell.
Are you trying to ruin my life?

I think it's yours, Devlin.
I don't mate.

Frankie?

Yeah.
Why would it be her?

I've banged her. You've banged her.
It's going to be Frankie

and that's the girl the Jacques
Fraser cheated on Nicole with,

in Ibiza.

Jacques Fraser laid a shit
on the sunbed.

What's the matter? Why are you
so worried? Clean that shit up.

That's going to kick off.

I want to fucking find out
what happened,

why he said that.
It's going to kick off.

I thought you trusted me.
I do.

I want to know what's going on.
OK.

Cool. Do what you got to do.

Jacques Fraser's
being overly nice to me.

There's something not right.

I've had a sick date.
It's been proper good, hasn't it?

Got me in them right positions,
didn't you, son?

She fancies me. It's obvious, innit?

(chuckles) Do you fancy me?

Yeah.

But I know in my heart, like...

...that I do still love Aaron.

And then you get thrown in the mix.
(they laugh)

And I go, "Hey, it's Rossy."
Oh, you know.

I feel comfortable around Ross.
He's letting me open up to him.

You got to kiss me, though.
No.

Yeah, you do.
No.

All right, then.
No, cos Harriette will get upset.

Even though I want to get
to know Ross a bit better,

I just know I can't
go that step further.

I've had a sick day.
Me too. It's been proper good.

Today's date was a bit of fun.

I did a bit of graft.
There's plenty more to come.

'Ross, you might be having fun now,

but this is Ex on the Beach.'

'Fear and fury are always
just around the corner.'

'Whose ex is next?'

Aw, bruv.

I'm pissing myself.

Down here, you never know who's going
to come or what's going to happen.

I don't think it's Frankie.

Normally I love the beach.

It's put me off for life
coming down here.

I hope it's Frankie.

If she's here, she can defend me
and say, "This is what happened."

Frankie could come and say
I fucked her in Ibiza,

but I know for a fact I never.

I went to and I thought about
Nicole. I thought better of it.

Jacques Fraser
is about to shit his pants.

(echoes) Shit his pants.

It is Frankie.
Is it?

For fuck's sake.

(laughs)

(sighs)

Jacques's face looks like
a slapped arse.

How you been? You all right?

What's going on? What's going on?

I'm Frankie.
I've got the best tits in Essex.

(laughs)

I've had my boobs done, my lips
and Botox.

And now I can't actually frown.

I'm coming out to tell Nicole
her ex-boyfriend Jacques Fraser

is a fucking cheat.

(tuts)

He cheated on her with me in Ibiza.

Nicole should've kept Jacques Fraser
on a lead.

(laughs)

You need to tell the truth.

Are you going to say I fucked you?
100% you did.

I was hoping Frankie was going
to come so she can defend my corner.

But where I've mugged her off,
she's come on revenge bullshit.

What happened?
You know what happened that night.

We went to the hotel. We did.
Yeah, we did.

I mugged you off.
No, you didn't.

What did we do, chat?
I don't think so.

You are full of shit.
Tell the truth.

You're mugging off Nicole.

I mugged you off.
That definitely didn't happen.

We did sleep with each other.
He needs to tell the truth.

You're a scumbag.
You're the one that's cheated.

A scumbag.
Tell the truth.

You're lying.
Keep chatting your shit.

I'm going to keep lying.
That's what I'm doing, ain't it.

I believed from day one
that Jacques's a liar,

but I had no proof.

Now Frankie's come here
and said it to his face, he's fucked.

He's fucked, mate.

You're going to get hurt.
Cos I tell the truth?

Regardless.
You cheated on them. You're fucked!

When she sees you,
she's going to smash you.

I'll tell the truth to Nicole
and Nicole will hate me for it,

but would she rather me
come and laugh behind her back?

I wouldn't rather that.

I'm going to go sit over there.
Thank you.

Keep yourself over there.
Shut up. Getting all defensive.

(tablet chimes)

This red little fucker.

I'm going to pick it up, launch it
and volley the cunt over there.

"Welcome to the beach, Frankie."

"Adam and you are off to the bar
to mix it up a little bit."

I'm happy to crack on with a fit bird

and hear the story of what happened
with Jacques Fraser and Frankie.

See you later.

See you later.

The truth's out there.
There's no coming back from this.

What have I done?

'It would seem you've told Nicole
one enormous porky, Jacques.'

'After Ross's date with Becca,
it's time to face up to Harriette.'

'This should go well.'

Hello, everyone.
Hello.

Aye, someone looks a bit happy.

We went yoga, but in the sea
on paddle boards.

I bet that was hard, wasn't it?
Nah.

I had a great day with Becca.

The second I walk in, Harriette
is staring at me like a pit bull.

Well, if things was different
in here now,

would you two have necked on?

What do you mean?
That's a yes, then.

No, it isn't.
I mean, he's good looking.

No-one can deny that he's...

Would you two have necked on?

You didn't answer.

Come on, Ross.
You can answer that.

So, the answer's a yes, then.

No, obviously,
if the situation was different...

and I wasn't with Harriette
or whatever,

then, yeah, probably.
But he is with Harriette.

If I wasn't here
or the situation was different,

he would probably fucking kiss her!
What the fuck?!

What a bullshitting,
motherfucking cunt.

I haven't done anything wrong, babe.

You told me how much you like Ross.
I'm not going to kiss him.

I'm not going to do anything
with Ross.

I don't have a problem with you.

He's meant to, like,
actually care about me.

And I got one of them.

The way you spoke to me, there's
no way I'm going to go there.

Got another drink?
Want it over your head?

Aaron, shut the fuck up.

You're going to taste every drink
I have tonight.

(indistinct shouting)

I can push Becca's buttons
within an instant.

That's two drinks you've wasted.

Once again, she's flipped
and looks a fucking dick.

Just come here. (laughs)

I'm going to stay clear
of Harriette and speak to Becca

cos we had a great date.

(laughs)
Is Ross asking for a death wish?

I don't know,
but they look quite cute together.

All guys, if you break them down
and take their skin away from them,

they're the same arsehole.

Maybe it's cos they have
matching hair. His and hers.

Ross has been selling the dream,
but guess what?

Wide a-fucking-wake.

Oh, I'm going to blow. I can feel it.
I can actually feel it.

This is a better environment
than earlier.

Earlier on was madness.

Thank fuck I'm not sitting with that
yapping Chihuahua Jacques Fraser.

Did you see when I walked over
how he looked at me?

Oh, mate.
He stared at me and was like,

"You're here to tell the story."

I'm here to tell the truth.
You need to admit it as well.

What girl would come into a villa
and lie about sleeping with someone?

You wouldn't do it.
Cos what actually happened?

He was going around,
acting mad sexy,

going around about himself.

Like, if I had a boyfriend,
you ain't moving like that.

So, you went to his hotel
and you banged.

Yeah, so we went to his hotel,
banged,

and then I thought,
"What the fuck am I doing?"

I knew it was true.

Now I'm hearing more of Frankie's
story, it's clear that he's lying.

I hope that he tells the truth.
He's going to look an idiot.

Only thing is facing Nicole now.
I know.

Would she rather me come in,
lie for Jacques

and let her be mugged off
and let Jacques do it to her?

Or we she prefer me come and tell
the truth so she don't get upset?

You've got to have my back.
I'll have your back, no matter what.

The villa's been hectic. What's
about to happen is on another level.

I'm going to need full body armour.

(laughs)

And a riot shield to stop whatever
Nicole is going to throw at us.

Chill, bro. Chill, bro.

I'm going in there
and just be truthful with her.

I'm really nervous,
but it's the best thing to do.

What's the crack, lads?
So?

Who came out?
Frankie.

(thunder crashes)

I just want to come out and be
a man about it and say I fucked up.

I couldn't tell you. I was a coward.

Hang on, so you did cheat on her?

I've done it.
I'm sick to my stomach for doing it.

You cheated on her?

Fucking idiot.

Why the fuck you been lying all
this time? I knew it. I hate him.

I feel absolutely devastated,

heartbroken that he could
do that to me.

You go away for two days.
I drop you to the airport.

I'm at home washing
and ironing your clothes.

I pick you up
and you fuck someone else.

In them two days.
Two days is all it took you.

It...
Shut your mouth now.

Why would you do that?
What goes through these boys' heads

of how much they love you and want
kids with you and want to marry you,

but they want to go out two nights
on holiday and fuck another bird.

It does not make sense.
The boy's a cunt. He's disgusting.

I've put up with you cheating
and I forgived you.

And I stood by you
through thick and thin

and I've never cheated on you

and I never would've.
I know.

That's because I love you. I don't
know what love you've got for me.

It ain't love cos you don't love...

You love someone no matter what.

If you have met your soulmate
and your best friend,

you would not sleep with someone.
You are my best friend.

You are my best friend
and I wouldn't do that to you!

I'm sorry.
You are my best friend

and I wouldn't do that to you.
I wouldn't dream of doing that.

How can you do that to me?

It weren't me.
My whole life, I changed for you.

It weren't me. That weren't me.

What is real anymore? What is real?

Please explain to me,
what is so real?

Because you're not real.

I'm fucking sorry.
What else can I say?

'Ah, looks like Nicole's
finally calmed down.'

'But not for long.'

Oh, here comes
the dirty, fucking fat slag.

You're not welcome. Go away!

I don't know how Frankie's got
an arsehole to walk in this villa.

You fucking slag! I ain't
letting her get away with it.

See what I'll do to you.

(indistinct shouting)

Big meatball head, ugly fucking
slag. Slag, slag, slag, slag, slag.

You fucking sore.

Ding, ding. Here we go.

Slag!

Round two, three, four, five
and six, all in one go.

How can you walk in the villa
and mug yourself off?

You've more front than Tesco.

Should you not shout at Jacques?
Jacques is the liar here.

How many boys did you fuck?
You don't know what I'm capable of.

Nicole is three feet tall, but
that girl is an angry little fucker.

When she starts swinging them fists,
I am diving out of the fucking way.

How can she... Hey! Listen!

Do not fuck with me now.
How can you walk in here?

Nicole's lost her head.
Ain't nowhere this girl can hide.

How can you...
Nic, Nic, Nic.

Get off me.
Nic, Nic, Nic, I love you.

(indistinct shouting)

Walk away now. Walk away now.
Walk away now.

I got done with a drink.

That's my only shirt.
(laughs)

I wanted to come in here
and make friends.

I don't know easy
that's going to be.

The thing is,
she's screaming and blazing...

Frankie, come outside.

How can you to come in here? How
have you got the front to come here?

Come and talk to me.
How have you?

Stop shouting.
These girls, they're all my mates.

You ain't going to have no friends!

You are a filthy, fat, ugly slag.

Everyone has fucked you!
Everyone has fucked you!

(indistinct)
Piss off.

(indistinct)
There's ten people and one girl.

What Frankie done is wrong

is she knew that Jacques
had a girlfriend. She didn't know.

Ten people on one girl.

(indistinct arguing)

You are fucking disgusting!
(indistinct)

Come and talk to me.

I've done what I've done
and I'm finished. I now feel better.

All right, now, come on.

No, I'm walking out tonight anyway.

I'm walking out!

Ladies don't fight
and carry themselves like that.

When you're ready to talk, I'll
speak to you like a proper lady.

Fuck off away from me.
Go away from me.

Get away.
Why are you shouting?

You're a scumbag.
Why are you angry?

Because you're a scumbag.
You're fucked.

(indistinct)
I promise you that now.

Trust me on that one.
You are fucked.

Hey, is he shouting at you now?
Yeah, that's me.

I don't like this Frankie girl,

but he spoke to her like shit.
Mate, fuck off.

What are you talking like that for?

Are you being serious?
Are you serious?

Don't tell me fuck. She's
the scumbag. She's the scumbag.

I don't give a shit.
She ain't a bird. She's a scumbag.

You think you're a big lad.
You're a pussy.

Fuck off.
Don't speak like that.

Do something.
In one shot, you'll be out cold.

All right, go for it.
I bang for fun.

It don't wash with me.

I bang for fun.
Go ahead.

Where I come from, if you offer a
free shot, they're going to take it

and you're going to end
on your arse.

Don't speak to birds.
Or what? Or fucking what?

Don't speak like that.
Or fucking what?

Josh can pick him up
and flick him away!

Get out, shut the door behind you
and fuck off.

You ain't going to do nothing.

One lift and you'd be on the floor.

One swift lift, mate?
And you'd be out cold.

One swift lift? See you later.

Bye-bye.

With everything going on, I haven't
had a chance to speak to Harriette,

the one person I need to speak to.

Since day one...

I would never,
ever in a million years, yeah,

ever in a million years,

say if some guy came in and you
weren't even here, that I'd crack on.

You know what?
I'm going to crack on.

I'm bored of being down.

I've got nothing else to say.

If you walk away now, I swear to God.
Like, I swear to God.

I'm telling you it's over.

This time I mean it.

See you later. Fuck off. Done.

What a fucking immature cunt, mate.

That's fucking nasty.
What have I done to deserve that?

How old are you?

You can't even have
a conversation with me.

I ain't a dickhead.
All right.

It's making things
a lot easier for me

because if you're that crazy, babe,
I can't be with you.

I'm not a dickhead.

You sat there and told me
if I was not in this villa,

you'd kiss some other girl.
I was in this villa.

I was in this villa
and you necked with another guy,

When I was in this villa.

If that really got to you, you should
not have slept with me afterwards.

You shouldn't have.
I'm getting off.

You think I don't regret everything
I've done with you. I slept with you.

I must've lost my fucking head
in here.

I genuinely thought
he was a nice guy.

And he's not.

I honestly fell for you. Massively.

But, do you know what? Pfft.

I don't know.
I don't even know why.

At the end of the day, I'm human.

I got caught up in his shit.

I don't even know why I'm here.

Fuck this shit.
I can't be arsed, mate.

The only worry I've got, mate, is
where the fuck am I going to sleep?

You are fucking sick, mate.

I don't think Jacques's sorry.
Why would you pack your case

and get out of here?
He's shitting his arse.

No-one cares about my feelings.
I care.

Really?
I'm in pieces.

Really?

Why aren't you fucking begging
at her fucking feet

and saying fucking sorry to her?!

Beg at her fucking feet!
Babe. Babe, that's her argument.

It's their argument, not yours.
Fuck you!

(murmurs)

Shut the fuck up, Maisie, you cunt.

I just asked her...
(indistinct shouting)

Fuck you!

Fucking arsehole.

Can I talk to you quickly?

You're a fucking slut,
you little fucking slut.

Fuck off, Becks.
You're five foot nothing. (groans)

I'm so fucking angry at her.

How can you do that to me, man?

I thought you actually loved me.

And you lied to my face. You lied.

Yeah, I did.
You cheated on me with that.

Frankie's like one of the girls
you see in Amsterdam in the windows.

Look at your girlfriend
and at that meatball head cunt.

Why do boys...
What is wrong with you?

I fucked up, Nic.
You fucked up, majorly.

There's no going back. You're
fucked. You've lost me. I'm gone.

You live with that.

I'm sure I can find a decent bloke
who ain't going to do that to me.

Just thrown it all away
for a fucking stupid night out.

I'll meet someone else.

You ain't all that and a bag
of chips. You're disgusting.

Do you think my mum's
going to talk to you?

You've broke my heart. You've let
my family down. You're fucking vile.

It's finished.
Nothing to talk about, Jacques.

(sighs)