Flack (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Alexa - full transcript
Robyn reappears after her bender and Ruth has had enough. The team have a moral dilemma when their client falsely accuses a national treasure of sexual abuse to gain popularity.
Thank you. Mel, come, come.
What do you think?
Yeah, it's pretty. What is it?
A new tat.
I'm getting it to celebrate Pride.
I'm addicted.
You're really lucky that you can
pull those off, 'cause, like,
I think there's some people who
really suit tattoos and there's
other people who just don't.
I'm not really sure I'm cool enough.
Marks and scars show a life lived.
You're a canvas, honey.
Don't go to the grave blank.
I always kind of fancied
getting a little nose stud.
Then do it. Come with me tonight.
It's only round the corner.
Melody!
Oh, god. Um, I should -
I should probably...
Bloody Myleene Klass. The ink is
barely dry on the L'Oreal deal
and the dumb bint falls asleep in
the bath and sets her hair on
fire with a meditation candle.
I mean, who sets themselves
on fire in the bath?
She's supposed to be doing a photo
shoot tomorrow and she looks like
Anne Hathaway after
she dreamed a dream.
Have you heard from
Robyn at all this weekend?
'Hey, baby. I've got us a spot at
the most amazing place tonight.
'You're gonna love it.
I'll send you a car.
'The driver has your number.'
All good?
Oh, it's Gabriel.
Things OK between you two?
Why do you ask?
No reason.
I mean, it's all good, yeah?
Managing. Where the fuck is Robyn?
Robyn.
Caroline, I am so sorry
about this weekend.
We had a family emergency.
Oh, no, no.
There's no need to apologise to me
for missing Duncan's funeral.
I'm just surprised.
He was a big fan of yours.
Not answering my
phone calls, however...
My sister...
Be very sure before you
lie to me, Robyn.
I'm concerned.
It won't happen again.
No.
No, it won't because if it does,
I will cut a bitch.
If you're not there for your job,
your job won't be there for you.
Are we clear?
Now jack up some coffee, go stick
your tits in a plug socket,
do whatever it takes
to get your shit together
because we have a problem.
Not dead, then.
Sorry, I dropped my, uh...
Yeah, you dropped your phone.
It was stolen by a rapist
on a moped, a bee flew in
your eye and you went blind.
Rob, I invented ghosting.
I'm not an idiot.
'Unmask the Predator'
has just released the name of
Alexa Wells's historic abuser.
Unmask the what?
Oh.
It's an online forum dedicated
to uncovering the identities of
famous sexual predators
who haven't been charged yet.
Overzealous amateur investigators,
but it has clout because once
they leak a name, it gives
the press permission to...
Jesus Christ.
What?
Warren Armitage.
What? Wait. No. I don't believe it.
That man's an angel. He rescues
baby otters, for Christ's sake.
He's a Knight of the fucking Realm.
OK, you can cry in the car.
We've got to get to Alexa's
before anyone else does.
Get us a cab.
You look like shit.
I know, right?
So are you gonna tell me
what happened this weekend?
Welcome to my office.
Want a bump?
Gratis.
Alright.
Actually...
Sure, but we should get going.
Um, Michael from Just
Stoves has been asking
about the new catalogue.
Could you... Yes.
I saw the email.
I sent the PDF this morning.
Ahh, very efficient. Nice weekend?
Yeah, sure. It was, um... crap.
It was pretty crappy.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, it's fine. Just family stuff.
Ahh. Yeah, say no more.
Is that a new shirt?
Um, not particularly.
I like it. The colour is
so good on you. You look hot.
Right, well, um, I-I need to
catch up with Michael after lunch,
so if you could move whatever
I've got this afternoon, that...
That would be good.
Robyn, you know the deal.
We're done.
Stop calling me.
786, take two. Mark.
Action.
Everything alright?
Yeah, of course, absolutely.
...some of that famous...
Madam.
Oh, please, don't call me 'madam'.
Makes me sound like a milkmaid.
Oh, my god. Lady Redhill
is such a little slut bag.
What is this crap?
Please do not tell me
that you've never seen
'An Englishman's Castle'.
It is epic.
It's about this aristocratic
English family that are forced to
sell the family home to
this gauche American couple.
Did you just say 'gauche'?
Sh!
You shush!
You OK? Seem a little tense.
Oh, really? So are you gonna
tell me what the hell is going on?
What do you mean?
Tom.
You were with him.
Robyn...
Did you fuck him?
I... honestly can't remember.
Wow.
I just...
I wanted to...
Wanted to tell him
about what happened...
happened with the baby.
I just...
I'm so sorry.
No, look, forget it.
It's OK. Well, it's not OK, but
it's not just you. It's everyone.
It's my mother, it's Gabriel.
I just feel like everyone
just thinks that I can take it,
and I ought to just feel lucky
to have been invited to the party,
and now that I'm here, I should
just keep my mouth shut and not
make a fuss and be a good girl.
Now you relax.
If he's going to leave his wife
alone in this big, old house
to occupy herself, then that's
exactly what she's going to do.
So, how is he?
Robyn, like the superhero.
Welcome. Welcome, welcome.
Su casa, mi casa.
Are you still going to meetings?
Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, yeah.
Every day. I'm off to one
in a minute, actually.
Do you wanna come?
Oh, yeah.
How's Eve?
Ahh...
You know, I'd like to say you look
well, but I'm not sure that you do.
I know that's the pot
calling the kettle a cunt,
but at least I never looked
that great in the first place.
Not like you.
So, what do you want, Robyn?
'Fraid I've not really got that
much left for you to screw up.
I had an abortion.
A spontaneous abortion.
That's what they actually call it
when you miscarry.
Such a strange word.
'Miscarry', like it was a blip,
like, "Oops, I miscarried my baby."
Was it mine?
I don't know.
Hmm.
Maybe we're not meant to have kids,
people like you and me.
Cut!
Did I hear talking at the back?
Because if I did,
somebody's getting fired!
We'll find out for you, Alexa.
Where's my Diet Coke?
Um...
Mandy!
I mean, how hard is it to hold
a can of fucking Diet Coke?
Am I done here for a bit?
Um, not really, no. We still...
Yeah, well, I need a time out.
Get Carol to stand in.
Carol!
Yeah, let's go.
OK, turning round on Charles.
My bloody Twitter's catching fire.
No kidding.
You might as well have just accused
the Queen of fisting a swan. We're
gonna have to put out a statement.
Statement? What kind of statement?
Alexa, you have essentially
claimed you were harassed by
a Knight of the Realm. I'd say that
requires at least a sad face emoji.
No, I never claimed he did anything.
Well, was it him? Hmm?
I'm gonna need some words.
Still not words.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Why couldn't they say
it was somebody else?
That old bastard is such
a sweetheart. So it wasn't him.
I knew it.
Alright, who's that?
This is a refugee that I
adopted. Lexi baby, was it him?
Because unless you want them to
change the name on his blue plaque
to Sir Grope-a-lot, you're
going to have to start talking.
Alexa, what's going on?
Let's go to my trailer.
Oh, my god! Her trailer!
So cool.
Get a grip.
Eeh!
You look well.
Let's not waste our time
on the small talk, shall we?
You're about to publish a story
on our client, Danny Davis,
a week before he's due to present
the live final of the country's
most watched television programme.
You feel like an overweight
schoolboy sitting on a shipping
container full of Twixes. However,
I am not someone you want to make
an enemy of, so it's in both
our interests to reach a compromise.
Here's what I propose.
Number one, no cocaine.
He has a drink problem.
Not a chance.
I'll give you prescription painkillers.
Done. Two, no whores.
Would you like me to
bend over the chair?
It might make it easier for
you to screw me in that position.
No whores, and you get an interview.
The only interview.
I'm still running it on Saturday.
You run it on Sunday.
Danny will issue an apology,
by which time he'll have
checked himself into rehab.
You get to do your interview
next week, in time to make
a big splash in all
the Sunday glossies.
How does that sound?
Pleasure doing business with you.
I cannot say the same.
Is Robyn about?
Don't let the door smash a hole
in your skull on the way out.
I was 43 years old.
I couldn't get arrested.
My last fucking audition
was for a guest on 'Holby City',
which I didn't even get.
So, I've been nominated
for a BAFTA, an Olivier,
two Broadcast Digital Awards - one
which I won - a Satellite Award.
I mean, do you even know
what a Satellite Award is?
Everything used to come to me
first. People got jobs
because I turned them down
because I was so fucking good.
Then one day, you reach a certain age,
you piss off a certain
director and then, bam,
it's all over.
Wait.
How does this connect to Warren?
It doesn't.
I met the man once at a
fundraising thing for beavers.
Otters. Quite why they
suggested someone as
bloody old as that is beyond me.
I mean, what must that say about me?
They could have at least picked
somebody a little bit more...
You've lost me.
Look, everyone was doing it.
It was exciting.
It felt like a moment in time,
a movement, a revolution.
I wanted to show my solidarity
to these amazing women
who were telling their stories.
I wanted to say, "Yeah, fucking
hashtag me-fucking-too."
Wait, so you made it all up?
I didn't make it all up.
My story has affected
so many women in so many ways.
But did it happen to you?
Mmm, some of the specific details
and specific characters
of my particular account
may have been ever
so slightly... fabricated.
Oh, Christ.
You made up a story about
being sexually harassed
so you could be famous again?
No, I resent that.
That is a gross simplification.
Will somebody tell this
work experience girl...
Lexibaby, you made up a story,
and now an innocent man is being
hounded for being a sex pest.
Yeah, we don't know
he's not a sex pest.
Alexa, MeToo was about women
clearing out their dirty, inflicted
shame drawers and displaying them
for the world, to stop other women
from being passed around like soggy
cigars. You hijacked that movement
because you didn't get
a job on 'Holby City'.
Look, if I was looking for
a TED talk on morality,
I wouldn't be asking a fucking
publicist! You taught me this shit.
You proofread my MeToo post, Robyn.
In fact, if I remember,
at the time, your main concern
was catching the first wave!
So, what are we gonna do about it?
If people find out that she made it up,
her career is over, and I don't
mean burnt, I mean reduced to ashes.
Well, there's no way that anyone
will just accept a denial,
unless we're prepared
to give them another name.
Can we not just tell the truth?
What, and give every privileged
white male 'Telegraph'-reading
bottom-patting old scrote the story
they have been dying for all along?
Hashtag 'believe all women
except this one' doesn't quite
have the same ring to it.
So what do we do?
OK, look, I know it sucks.
How many times has a situation
played out the other way round?
I can name, like, six women
off the top of my head who have
been fucked over this year by
some guy, only to be disbelieved
because of lack of evidence.
We know it's not true.
Oh, fuck's sake!
Why are all the wrong people
getting away with it?
This is gonna ruin his career,
his life. Think about his grandkids.
Think about his reputation.
Think about
his work on climate change,
those documentaries on polar bears
and those weird fish things with
those fucking horns on their heads.
Narwhals. Melody,
there's no evidence because
he hasn't done anything wrong.
You know it's not about that.
This is about having your
entire life's work deleted off
iPlayer as if it never existed,
just so some idiot can keep her
swollen and expressionless face
on the television.
That idiot is our client.
Come on, Robyn. You could
think of something if you tried.
Why don't you think of
something for a change?
Rob. Rob, calm down.
Sam, you were right.
I am rotten. I'm dead soil.
OK. Fine.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna fix it.
Uh, what?
She's right.
I made this mess
and I'm gonna clean it up.
I'm going to Armitage's.
To do what?
If he doesn't make a comment,
they're gonna crucify him.
Look, I can come with you.
No. I've got it.
Rob, are you sure this is a good
idea? Shall we call Caroline?
No!
Excuse me, please.
We're not talking to any press.
Mr Armitage, I'm not press.
I represent Alexa Wells.
Can I please come in?
...this is your
chance to say.
Any quotes that
we could put down from you...
I don't even know the bloody woman.
My wife is a little stressed.
She struggles with why a woman
should accuse me of such a thing
for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
Who does your PR?
My PR? I'm not David Hasselhoff.
Look, I've been in this
business for over 50 years.
Anyone who knows me will know that
there's never been any impropriety.
Mr Armitage, there's the truth,
and there's perception,
and if you're in the public eye,
you can forget about the truth.
You need to make a statement.
But I haven't done anything wrong.
I haven't, I swear.
You have to believe me.
Everything OK, dear?
'Hi, Robyn. It's me.
I'm here at Duncan's funeral.
'I can't see you. I think
we should stick together...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Fuck!
Oh, god!
What's the matter?
I missed Duncan's funeral.
Oh...
Who's Duncan?
My old boss.
God!
Well, I wouldn't worry about it. He
ain't gonna know, is he? He's dead.
Don't do that.
Please don't do that.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
No, stay. Just have another
glass of wine. No, I-I have to go.
No, no, no. Don't, Robyn.
You can't just swan in here
like nothing's happened.
We're not all just characters
in your story, Robyn. OK?
We've got our own shit going on.
Get off me.
You ruined my life.
Do you know that?
That's not me being dramatic.
That is not an exaggeration.
You ruined my life!
Get off me!
Oh, my god.
Anything you want to say? OK.
Is there anything you want to say?
I have a statement. "I've worked in
this industry for over 40 years"
and my reputation is by far
the most valued treasure I have.
It has been hard won
and carefully built
with patience and time..."
Hello?
Why the fuck am I watching you
on the news standing behind
Warren Armitage?
He doesn't have a publicist.
I was just...
He's not our client.
Why aren't you with Alexa?
I'm just trying to help fix this mess.
You're not Robin bloody Hood.
What do you think it looks like,
Alexa Wells's PR person showing up
at the house of the man recently
accused of her sexual assault?
I thought...
No, you didn't.
No, you didn't. That's exactly
what you didn't do, Robyn.
You just went off trying
to fix everyone else's shit
because you can't fix your own.
Well, boo-bloody-hoo.
Your ego has just confirmed
a connection between him and Alexa.
It looks like we're negotiating a deal.
Meanwhile, whilst you were off
saving the cat, Alexa's complete
lack of response only serves
as a confirmation. Congratulations.
You've just set the house on fire.
I'm so...
Don't say it, Robyn!
Do not say you're sorry.
That is of no use to me.
What should I do?
Let him burn.
Hey. You look like a porn star
who's turned up on set
and been asked to do
some actual plumbing.
My dad's sick again.
Ahh. Yeah.
I feel...
I feel guilty.
Look, if you, um... You know,
if you need to go back up, or...
I feel guilty 'cause
I don't want to go up.
I want to be here. I want to be
doing this. I want to be going out.
I want to be getting drunk.
I want to be smoking cigarettes.
Guilt is empty calories, babe.
Don't cry. No, because then
I'll feel like I have to hug you.
I haven't hugged another woman since...
Since an incredibly awkward
lesbian fling at university.
When I say 'fling',
I was Charlie Sheen drunk,
and the drama society's
social sec popped a finger in.
I was sick in her hair. Yeah.
You weirdo!
I don't even feel that sad.
Just angry.
The world's made of two types
of people, shortbread.
The people who take
it out on themselves,
and people who take it out on others.
Which is better?
I don't know.
'I'm sorry, the number you
called is no longer in service.
'Please check the number
and try again.'
Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey, boy!
Hey.
What's happened? Rob. Robyn.
Hey, this is not OK.
I know, I know, but I missed you.
I missed your stupid face.
You're a mess.
Well, whose fault is that?
OK, OK.
I'm gonna make you a coffee
and then you're gonna go.
Why are you so grumpy?
It's 3:00 in
the fucking morning, Robyn.
You're a drug dealer.
I need some shit. Considering
I gave you enough yesterday
to kill a black rhino,
I'm not sure you do.
Come on, me baba.
Where's the really good shit?
The stuff you keep just for yourself.
Where have you been?
Everywhere.
I'm not selling to you like this.
Excuse me?
No, you can have your coffee.
You can kip on the sofa.
Sleep it off. I am not selling
to you in this condition.
"In this condition"?
Sit down.
So my drug dealer has a conscience now?
Well, you didn't mind selling
to me at 8am on a Saturday morning.
I'm doing this for your own good.
What about when you got me hooked
on pills? Was that for my own
good? You need to relax.
You need to shut up and give me
what I want! Hey! What the fuck?
16 hours ago, we were having
a laugh, we were having a dance,
and now you're acting like a little
bitch. Chill the fuck out!
I'm saying to you, as a friend,
you're acting like an addict.
We are not friends,
Mike. We're not pals.
Do you think I come round here
because I like your stupid little stories?
I come and see you to get drugs, Mike!
Do you get it?
So stop acting like
you're gonna save me or whatever
pathetic little narrative it is
you have going on here, and give me
what I want from this transaction.
OK, I'd like you to leave now.
American Mike, who's never
even been to America.
Get out of my house, please.
I'm a customer.
Get out of my house
or I'm calling the police.
You're a drug dealer.
OK, OK. Hey, don't touch me.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Ahh! Oh, sh...
Mike.
Mike, I'm sorry.
OK. Please leave.
Mike, I'm so sorry.
I'm not in a good place right now.
I've got nowhere to go.
Just show me, Mike.
I'm sorry, Mike. So sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You need help.
That's a gift.
Now, I never wanna see you again,
and if you ever come back here,
that will not go well for you.
You can't just go in there.
No, it's OK, I can. We're family.
Oh, can I get a black coffee?
Hey, I remember this.
I remember that dress.
I was 19.
Would that make sense?
I was staying with you guys.
I always loved it when you went to
your fancy parties 'cause it meant
I could stay up all night
and not get in trouble.
You don't look any different.
And look at me.
How are you bearing up?
I'm fine. I'm... sad.
How are you?
It's strange.
We're beasts of legacy, men.
Your father is always this
immutable landmark,
like a river or a mountain,
and particularly my dad.
He was like fucking Everest.
Then one day, he's gone
and everything is still the same.
It's like he was never here.
You shouldn't look at it like that.
Oh, yeah? How should I look at it?
So, is this where all
the bodies are buried?
So sweet of you to check
in on me. Thank you.
Yeah, so, I thought maybe we should
talk about how this is gonna work.
How what's going to work?
This. You and me.
I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Mills-Paulson.
You're Mills. My dad was a partner.
Silent partner, for the last few years.
Right, and now he's gone
and now I'm your partner.
Silent partner.
What do you want, Damian?
I want what belongs to me.
And what is that?
My father built this business.
Yes, your father built this business
from nothing, so if you want
something that belongs to you,
why don't you go out and earn it?
Oh, what, like you did, you mean?
You have no idea what
it took for me to get
here. I had my daughter
at 16 years old.
I was alone. I had nothing.
I worked my way up from the bottom.
Right, and then you fucked my dad
and became partner in the company,
so don't you get on your
high horse to me about
what does and doesn't belong to who.
We're both just imposters, squabbling
over someone else's legacy.
You can't intimidate me.
Oh, yeah, well, I...
I think I could if I really tried.
No, you can't,
because all I see is an
angry 14-year-old boy.
Now, I have a business to run,
so if you want to talk to me,
make a fucking appointment.
"For reasons of my own,
I am choosing to stay silent
on the new allegations.
I have said what I needed to say,
when I needed to say it.
That was for me and how I choose
to deal with my situation,
because fundamentally, that is what
I believe in - choice - choice for
every woman out there to deal with
their experience in whatever way
they want, whenever they want.
And if that takes ten minutes
or ten years, that's OK,
"because it's theirs, not ours, and
we are not all the same. Thank you."
Yeah? Yep. OK.
Hey. Where is everyone?
Teddy's asleep.
Kelly's reading upstairs.
Reading?
Did you drug her?
Oh, god, what's wrong?
Did something happen?
Just want to talk.
Oh, my god, what did you do?
Are you seeing someone? Did Robyn
tell you about our argument?
Ruth. Stop. Sit down.
Don't be angry.
OK.
What are you doing?
I - what, are you
going through my trash now?
I was worried, Ruth.
Jesus, Mark, that is such
an invasion of privacy.
I love you.
Just, please don't, Mark.
No, Ruth. I will.
This isn't about you or me,
or us getting back
together, or our marriage.
This is about me caring about you
as a human being and mother of our
children, and promising to be there
for you, whenever you needed it.
Please talk to me, Ruth.
Um, hmm...
the last time that this
happened is when I found out
I was pregnant with Kelly.
You never told me that.
Yeah. I was at the Morton
Williams on Bleeker Street
and they had a sample. It was some
new cookie or something and,
um, I just kept going back
and going back over and over again.
The woman had to tell me to stop.
I was so embarrassed.
So I got, like, a bunch
of trail mix and, um,
some candy or something, and
I just kept - I just kept going.
I just kept going and going
like there was just some, like,
engine inside of me.
I looked down at my stomach
and I just felt so much shame.
I don't know. I came home and
I was going through the cupboards
and I was looking for something.
I was just looking for anything
to help... get it up, you know,
like yoghurt or milk or
ice cream or anything, and...
Jesus Christ, Ruth.
I don't know, I just...
It was, like, 6:00 in the morning
and I felt like my brain
was pushing up against my skull.
When I finally passed out, I knew
that I'd done it, I'd killed it,
'cause nothing - nothing could
sustain that level of abuse.
I'd killed the baby.
Then I went to the doctor the next day
and found out that
she hadn't given up on me.
Oh, my god, she was still growing.
She was still hanging on.
So I promised, I swore
I would never do that again,
and I hadn't, I swear.
I'm not gonna give up on you, Ruth.
Fuck me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I missed you.
However...
Just...
...Jaffa Cakes?
I mean, Jesus Christ, woman,
what the fuck is this, eh?
Have some self-respect.
And Vienetta. I mean,
what is this, 1986?
Fucking hell.
You slipped up,
that's all. We all do it.
We're here to pick each
other up when we fall.
Just...
Hang on.
I'll get the stool.
I'll get the stool...
Mark! Stay down, stay down.
Oh, god.
Mummy!
Oh, hey, baby.
Hi! Mummy and Daddy
are just having a huggle.
Why didn't you come up and see me?
I am so sorry, baby.
Why don't you go upstairs
and I'll be right there, OK?
Is Daddy staying over?
Um... maybe.
Yes!
Two minutes.
OK.
OK. Still got it...
Look, I've got to go.
If he wakes up, will you
just tell him that I phoned?
Yeah, I'll try again in the morning.
I'm sorry. Love you, too.
Hi.
Oh, my god, you came!
Yeah.
I totally thought you bottled it.
No. Sorry I'm late.
Just had a bit of a day.
Mel, this is Pin.
Pin, this is Melody.
Hey, Mel.
She's my... BF's ex?
Yeah.
Yeah.
She's tat-curious.
Oh, my god, that is so cool. Yeah?
Thank you.
Pin, get me a needle.
I'm gonna pierce your nose.
What? No. No way.
It's fine. It's temporary.
If you don't like it, it'll heal.
How do you even know that?
Babe, look at me. What do you think?
I don't know.
Trust me.
OK.
Thank you, sir.
OK.
Very still. Alright?
It's gonna sting a bit,
but pain is growth and you can take
it 'cause you're a fierce bitch. OK?
OK.
One, two...
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
Work was insane today.
So your work is more
important than my time?
Not more. I'd say they
were healthy bedfellows.
I've ordered.
Oh, really? What am I having?
I thought you didn't like that jacket.
This jacket? Yeah, I think
the word you used was 'basic'.
Oh, I thought men enjoyed
a bit of a basic bitch
every now and then.
Hmm.
Thank you. I'll have a bottle
of the Chateau Zaneuse, please.
Um, Trump Towers over here
seems to have ordered me a side.
Can you bring me a ribeye?
I'd like it to still be mooing.
Don't do that.
What?
Don't embarrass me.
Embarrass you?
Are you serious? Ooh, look at that.
Serious face.
What the hell?
You bore me.
Do not do that again.
I'm deadly serious.
OK, OK. Gabriel, darling,
we're done here.
Sit down.
I'm sorry if the world has
never lived up to the love
your mother heaped on you as
a child, but I'm not prepared to be
a recovery centre for your issues.
Step into your power, Peewee,
and stop trying to borrow mine.
You see something shiny like this
hot piece of ass right here and you
want to possess it, don't you? Huh?
Or break it.
Ooh! Fix it.
But a real man
would just enjoy seeing
himself reflected in the shiny.
If you can't do that,
it's probably best for everyone
that you just leave it alone.
Thanks for dinner.
News just in.
In an extraordinary turn of events,
former colleagues of Warren Armitage
have taken to social media in
an unprecedented show of support
for the veteran broadcaster.
The hashtag 'NotMe' was
trending this evening as
female colleagues who worked
with Warren over the course of
his 40-year career spoke out
to say that they've never
experienced anything untoward
during their time of knowing him,
with some even going so
far as to call the allegations
blatantly false and ill-informed.
In a world where we're used to
seeing trial by social media,
this is one of the first times
we've seen such a unanimous defence
of an individual.
Alexa Wells is still yet
to confirm or deny the rumours...
Hi. Hi, Teddy.
It's OK.
Sh. Sh.
What the hell?
It's fine, go back to bed.
Robyn, what are you doing?
I'm fine. I'm-I'm-I'm fine.
I got him. Give me Teddy.
What do you think I'm gonna do
with him? Robyn, please.
He's fine.
Just give him to me.
Ruth! Come here.
Baby, hi. Sh, sh, sh.
What's happening?
Oh, baby, don't worry about it.
Just go back to sleep, OK, sweetie?
Bye, Teddy.
Get out of my house.
I think you're overreacting.
Get out of my house right now
or I swear to god!
You know the only reason you get to
be as perfect as you are is because
of me. I spent my whole life
protecting you from things.
Don't you blame your dysfunction
on me. I choose to function.
I never had a choice.
Every day is a choice,
but you choose to make an excuse.
You choose to break things
because you're angry.
Well, guess what? We're all angry!
Everything you have is because of me.
Everything I have is in spite of you.
You wouldn't even exist
if it weren't for me.
I held up the fucking sky for you,
you selfish, spoilt, brat.
You'd be fucking dust if it wasn't
for me. You would be fucking dust!
Get out!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.
I just happened to be
in the neighbourhood.
I'm surprised you even remember
what neighbourhood I live in.
I need a place to stay.
Are you fucking serious?
Course you are.
When else do I get to see you?
Only when you need something.
Do you have anything?
Drugs?
I'm on Adderall, prescription,
but I've been cut off
and the side effects
are really hammering me.
I think some coke would - would do it.
Look, my purse was stolen. I have
no money. I have nowhere else to go.
I just need a few days to
get my shit together and then
I swear I will never ask you again.
My, hasn't someone got
themselves in a pickle?
And what do I get out
of this arrangement?
What do you want?
What have you got?
Do you have anything here?
Please just show me.
Mm-mm. I've shown you mine.
You show me yours.
Warren Armitage is innocent.
Danny Davis. It may have escaped
your attention, babes,
but I've already got Danny Davis.
Not this, you don't.
There's a kid. The sex
worker in your video.
She has a kid. It's his.
Are you gonna stand there all
night or shall I pour us a drink?
What do you think?
Yeah, it's pretty. What is it?
A new tat.
I'm getting it to celebrate Pride.
I'm addicted.
You're really lucky that you can
pull those off, 'cause, like,
I think there's some people who
really suit tattoos and there's
other people who just don't.
I'm not really sure I'm cool enough.
Marks and scars show a life lived.
You're a canvas, honey.
Don't go to the grave blank.
I always kind of fancied
getting a little nose stud.
Then do it. Come with me tonight.
It's only round the corner.
Melody!
Oh, god. Um, I should -
I should probably...
Bloody Myleene Klass. The ink is
barely dry on the L'Oreal deal
and the dumb bint falls asleep in
the bath and sets her hair on
fire with a meditation candle.
I mean, who sets themselves
on fire in the bath?
She's supposed to be doing a photo
shoot tomorrow and she looks like
Anne Hathaway after
she dreamed a dream.
Have you heard from
Robyn at all this weekend?
'Hey, baby. I've got us a spot at
the most amazing place tonight.
'You're gonna love it.
I'll send you a car.
'The driver has your number.'
All good?
Oh, it's Gabriel.
Things OK between you two?
Why do you ask?
No reason.
I mean, it's all good, yeah?
Managing. Where the fuck is Robyn?
Robyn.
Caroline, I am so sorry
about this weekend.
We had a family emergency.
Oh, no, no.
There's no need to apologise to me
for missing Duncan's funeral.
I'm just surprised.
He was a big fan of yours.
Not answering my
phone calls, however...
My sister...
Be very sure before you
lie to me, Robyn.
I'm concerned.
It won't happen again.
No.
No, it won't because if it does,
I will cut a bitch.
If you're not there for your job,
your job won't be there for you.
Are we clear?
Now jack up some coffee, go stick
your tits in a plug socket,
do whatever it takes
to get your shit together
because we have a problem.
Not dead, then.
Sorry, I dropped my, uh...
Yeah, you dropped your phone.
It was stolen by a rapist
on a moped, a bee flew in
your eye and you went blind.
Rob, I invented ghosting.
I'm not an idiot.
'Unmask the Predator'
has just released the name of
Alexa Wells's historic abuser.
Unmask the what?
Oh.
It's an online forum dedicated
to uncovering the identities of
famous sexual predators
who haven't been charged yet.
Overzealous amateur investigators,
but it has clout because once
they leak a name, it gives
the press permission to...
Jesus Christ.
What?
Warren Armitage.
What? Wait. No. I don't believe it.
That man's an angel. He rescues
baby otters, for Christ's sake.
He's a Knight of the fucking Realm.
OK, you can cry in the car.
We've got to get to Alexa's
before anyone else does.
Get us a cab.
You look like shit.
I know, right?
So are you gonna tell me
what happened this weekend?
Welcome to my office.
Want a bump?
Gratis.
Alright.
Actually...
Sure, but we should get going.
Um, Michael from Just
Stoves has been asking
about the new catalogue.
Could you... Yes.
I saw the email.
I sent the PDF this morning.
Ahh, very efficient. Nice weekend?
Yeah, sure. It was, um... crap.
It was pretty crappy.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, it's fine. Just family stuff.
Ahh. Yeah, say no more.
Is that a new shirt?
Um, not particularly.
I like it. The colour is
so good on you. You look hot.
Right, well, um, I-I need to
catch up with Michael after lunch,
so if you could move whatever
I've got this afternoon, that...
That would be good.
Robyn, you know the deal.
We're done.
Stop calling me.
786, take two. Mark.
Action.
Everything alright?
Yeah, of course, absolutely.
...some of that famous...
Madam.
Oh, please, don't call me 'madam'.
Makes me sound like a milkmaid.
Oh, my god. Lady Redhill
is such a little slut bag.
What is this crap?
Please do not tell me
that you've never seen
'An Englishman's Castle'.
It is epic.
It's about this aristocratic
English family that are forced to
sell the family home to
this gauche American couple.
Did you just say 'gauche'?
Sh!
You shush!
You OK? Seem a little tense.
Oh, really? So are you gonna
tell me what the hell is going on?
What do you mean?
Tom.
You were with him.
Robyn...
Did you fuck him?
I... honestly can't remember.
Wow.
I just...
I wanted to...
Wanted to tell him
about what happened...
happened with the baby.
I just...
I'm so sorry.
No, look, forget it.
It's OK. Well, it's not OK, but
it's not just you. It's everyone.
It's my mother, it's Gabriel.
I just feel like everyone
just thinks that I can take it,
and I ought to just feel lucky
to have been invited to the party,
and now that I'm here, I should
just keep my mouth shut and not
make a fuss and be a good girl.
Now you relax.
If he's going to leave his wife
alone in this big, old house
to occupy herself, then that's
exactly what she's going to do.
So, how is he?
Robyn, like the superhero.
Welcome. Welcome, welcome.
Su casa, mi casa.
Are you still going to meetings?
Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, yeah.
Every day. I'm off to one
in a minute, actually.
Do you wanna come?
Oh, yeah.
How's Eve?
Ahh...
You know, I'd like to say you look
well, but I'm not sure that you do.
I know that's the pot
calling the kettle a cunt,
but at least I never looked
that great in the first place.
Not like you.
So, what do you want, Robyn?
'Fraid I've not really got that
much left for you to screw up.
I had an abortion.
A spontaneous abortion.
That's what they actually call it
when you miscarry.
Such a strange word.
'Miscarry', like it was a blip,
like, "Oops, I miscarried my baby."
Was it mine?
I don't know.
Hmm.
Maybe we're not meant to have kids,
people like you and me.
Cut!
Did I hear talking at the back?
Because if I did,
somebody's getting fired!
We'll find out for you, Alexa.
Where's my Diet Coke?
Um...
Mandy!
I mean, how hard is it to hold
a can of fucking Diet Coke?
Am I done here for a bit?
Um, not really, no. We still...
Yeah, well, I need a time out.
Get Carol to stand in.
Carol!
Yeah, let's go.
OK, turning round on Charles.
My bloody Twitter's catching fire.
No kidding.
You might as well have just accused
the Queen of fisting a swan. We're
gonna have to put out a statement.
Statement? What kind of statement?
Alexa, you have essentially
claimed you were harassed by
a Knight of the Realm. I'd say that
requires at least a sad face emoji.
No, I never claimed he did anything.
Well, was it him? Hmm?
I'm gonna need some words.
Still not words.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Why couldn't they say
it was somebody else?
That old bastard is such
a sweetheart. So it wasn't him.
I knew it.
Alright, who's that?
This is a refugee that I
adopted. Lexi baby, was it him?
Because unless you want them to
change the name on his blue plaque
to Sir Grope-a-lot, you're
going to have to start talking.
Alexa, what's going on?
Let's go to my trailer.
Oh, my god! Her trailer!
So cool.
Get a grip.
Eeh!
You look well.
Let's not waste our time
on the small talk, shall we?
You're about to publish a story
on our client, Danny Davis,
a week before he's due to present
the live final of the country's
most watched television programme.
You feel like an overweight
schoolboy sitting on a shipping
container full of Twixes. However,
I am not someone you want to make
an enemy of, so it's in both
our interests to reach a compromise.
Here's what I propose.
Number one, no cocaine.
He has a drink problem.
Not a chance.
I'll give you prescription painkillers.
Done. Two, no whores.
Would you like me to
bend over the chair?
It might make it easier for
you to screw me in that position.
No whores, and you get an interview.
The only interview.
I'm still running it on Saturday.
You run it on Sunday.
Danny will issue an apology,
by which time he'll have
checked himself into rehab.
You get to do your interview
next week, in time to make
a big splash in all
the Sunday glossies.
How does that sound?
Pleasure doing business with you.
I cannot say the same.
Is Robyn about?
Don't let the door smash a hole
in your skull on the way out.
I was 43 years old.
I couldn't get arrested.
My last fucking audition
was for a guest on 'Holby City',
which I didn't even get.
So, I've been nominated
for a BAFTA, an Olivier,
two Broadcast Digital Awards - one
which I won - a Satellite Award.
I mean, do you even know
what a Satellite Award is?
Everything used to come to me
first. People got jobs
because I turned them down
because I was so fucking good.
Then one day, you reach a certain age,
you piss off a certain
director and then, bam,
it's all over.
Wait.
How does this connect to Warren?
It doesn't.
I met the man once at a
fundraising thing for beavers.
Otters. Quite why they
suggested someone as
bloody old as that is beyond me.
I mean, what must that say about me?
They could have at least picked
somebody a little bit more...
You've lost me.
Look, everyone was doing it.
It was exciting.
It felt like a moment in time,
a movement, a revolution.
I wanted to show my solidarity
to these amazing women
who were telling their stories.
I wanted to say, "Yeah, fucking
hashtag me-fucking-too."
Wait, so you made it all up?
I didn't make it all up.
My story has affected
so many women in so many ways.
But did it happen to you?
Mmm, some of the specific details
and specific characters
of my particular account
may have been ever
so slightly... fabricated.
Oh, Christ.
You made up a story about
being sexually harassed
so you could be famous again?
No, I resent that.
That is a gross simplification.
Will somebody tell this
work experience girl...
Lexibaby, you made up a story,
and now an innocent man is being
hounded for being a sex pest.
Yeah, we don't know
he's not a sex pest.
Alexa, MeToo was about women
clearing out their dirty, inflicted
shame drawers and displaying them
for the world, to stop other women
from being passed around like soggy
cigars. You hijacked that movement
because you didn't get
a job on 'Holby City'.
Look, if I was looking for
a TED talk on morality,
I wouldn't be asking a fucking
publicist! You taught me this shit.
You proofread my MeToo post, Robyn.
In fact, if I remember,
at the time, your main concern
was catching the first wave!
So, what are we gonna do about it?
If people find out that she made it up,
her career is over, and I don't
mean burnt, I mean reduced to ashes.
Well, there's no way that anyone
will just accept a denial,
unless we're prepared
to give them another name.
Can we not just tell the truth?
What, and give every privileged
white male 'Telegraph'-reading
bottom-patting old scrote the story
they have been dying for all along?
Hashtag 'believe all women
except this one' doesn't quite
have the same ring to it.
So what do we do?
OK, look, I know it sucks.
How many times has a situation
played out the other way round?
I can name, like, six women
off the top of my head who have
been fucked over this year by
some guy, only to be disbelieved
because of lack of evidence.
We know it's not true.
Oh, fuck's sake!
Why are all the wrong people
getting away with it?
This is gonna ruin his career,
his life. Think about his grandkids.
Think about his reputation.
Think about
his work on climate change,
those documentaries on polar bears
and those weird fish things with
those fucking horns on their heads.
Narwhals. Melody,
there's no evidence because
he hasn't done anything wrong.
You know it's not about that.
This is about having your
entire life's work deleted off
iPlayer as if it never existed,
just so some idiot can keep her
swollen and expressionless face
on the television.
That idiot is our client.
Come on, Robyn. You could
think of something if you tried.
Why don't you think of
something for a change?
Rob. Rob, calm down.
Sam, you were right.
I am rotten. I'm dead soil.
OK. Fine.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna fix it.
Uh, what?
She's right.
I made this mess
and I'm gonna clean it up.
I'm going to Armitage's.
To do what?
If he doesn't make a comment,
they're gonna crucify him.
Look, I can come with you.
No. I've got it.
Rob, are you sure this is a good
idea? Shall we call Caroline?
No!
Excuse me, please.
We're not talking to any press.
Mr Armitage, I'm not press.
I represent Alexa Wells.
Can I please come in?
...this is your
chance to say.
Any quotes that
we could put down from you...
I don't even know the bloody woman.
My wife is a little stressed.
She struggles with why a woman
should accuse me of such a thing
for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
Who does your PR?
My PR? I'm not David Hasselhoff.
Look, I've been in this
business for over 50 years.
Anyone who knows me will know that
there's never been any impropriety.
Mr Armitage, there's the truth,
and there's perception,
and if you're in the public eye,
you can forget about the truth.
You need to make a statement.
But I haven't done anything wrong.
I haven't, I swear.
You have to believe me.
Everything OK, dear?
'Hi, Robyn. It's me.
I'm here at Duncan's funeral.
'I can't see you. I think
we should stick together...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Fuck!
Oh, god!
What's the matter?
I missed Duncan's funeral.
Oh...
Who's Duncan?
My old boss.
God!
Well, I wouldn't worry about it. He
ain't gonna know, is he? He's dead.
Don't do that.
Please don't do that.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
No, stay. Just have another
glass of wine. No, I-I have to go.
No, no, no. Don't, Robyn.
You can't just swan in here
like nothing's happened.
We're not all just characters
in your story, Robyn. OK?
We've got our own shit going on.
Get off me.
You ruined my life.
Do you know that?
That's not me being dramatic.
That is not an exaggeration.
You ruined my life!
Get off me!
Oh, my god.
Anything you want to say? OK.
Is there anything you want to say?
I have a statement. "I've worked in
this industry for over 40 years"
and my reputation is by far
the most valued treasure I have.
It has been hard won
and carefully built
with patience and time..."
Hello?
Why the fuck am I watching you
on the news standing behind
Warren Armitage?
He doesn't have a publicist.
I was just...
He's not our client.
Why aren't you with Alexa?
I'm just trying to help fix this mess.
You're not Robin bloody Hood.
What do you think it looks like,
Alexa Wells's PR person showing up
at the house of the man recently
accused of her sexual assault?
I thought...
No, you didn't.
No, you didn't. That's exactly
what you didn't do, Robyn.
You just went off trying
to fix everyone else's shit
because you can't fix your own.
Well, boo-bloody-hoo.
Your ego has just confirmed
a connection between him and Alexa.
It looks like we're negotiating a deal.
Meanwhile, whilst you were off
saving the cat, Alexa's complete
lack of response only serves
as a confirmation. Congratulations.
You've just set the house on fire.
I'm so...
Don't say it, Robyn!
Do not say you're sorry.
That is of no use to me.
What should I do?
Let him burn.
Hey. You look like a porn star
who's turned up on set
and been asked to do
some actual plumbing.
My dad's sick again.
Ahh. Yeah.
I feel...
I feel guilty.
Look, if you, um... You know,
if you need to go back up, or...
I feel guilty 'cause
I don't want to go up.
I want to be here. I want to be
doing this. I want to be going out.
I want to be getting drunk.
I want to be smoking cigarettes.
Guilt is empty calories, babe.
Don't cry. No, because then
I'll feel like I have to hug you.
I haven't hugged another woman since...
Since an incredibly awkward
lesbian fling at university.
When I say 'fling',
I was Charlie Sheen drunk,
and the drama society's
social sec popped a finger in.
I was sick in her hair. Yeah.
You weirdo!
I don't even feel that sad.
Just angry.
The world's made of two types
of people, shortbread.
The people who take
it out on themselves,
and people who take it out on others.
Which is better?
I don't know.
'I'm sorry, the number you
called is no longer in service.
'Please check the number
and try again.'
Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey, boy!
Hey.
What's happened? Rob. Robyn.
Hey, this is not OK.
I know, I know, but I missed you.
I missed your stupid face.
You're a mess.
Well, whose fault is that?
OK, OK.
I'm gonna make you a coffee
and then you're gonna go.
Why are you so grumpy?
It's 3:00 in
the fucking morning, Robyn.
You're a drug dealer.
I need some shit. Considering
I gave you enough yesterday
to kill a black rhino,
I'm not sure you do.
Come on, me baba.
Where's the really good shit?
The stuff you keep just for yourself.
Where have you been?
Everywhere.
I'm not selling to you like this.
Excuse me?
No, you can have your coffee.
You can kip on the sofa.
Sleep it off. I am not selling
to you in this condition.
"In this condition"?
Sit down.
So my drug dealer has a conscience now?
Well, you didn't mind selling
to me at 8am on a Saturday morning.
I'm doing this for your own good.
What about when you got me hooked
on pills? Was that for my own
good? You need to relax.
You need to shut up and give me
what I want! Hey! What the fuck?
16 hours ago, we were having
a laugh, we were having a dance,
and now you're acting like a little
bitch. Chill the fuck out!
I'm saying to you, as a friend,
you're acting like an addict.
We are not friends,
Mike. We're not pals.
Do you think I come round here
because I like your stupid little stories?
I come and see you to get drugs, Mike!
Do you get it?
So stop acting like
you're gonna save me or whatever
pathetic little narrative it is
you have going on here, and give me
what I want from this transaction.
OK, I'd like you to leave now.
American Mike, who's never
even been to America.
Get out of my house, please.
I'm a customer.
Get out of my house
or I'm calling the police.
You're a drug dealer.
OK, OK. Hey, don't touch me.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Ahh! Oh, sh...
Mike.
Mike, I'm sorry.
OK. Please leave.
Mike, I'm so sorry.
I'm not in a good place right now.
I've got nowhere to go.
Just show me, Mike.
I'm sorry, Mike. So sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You need help.
That's a gift.
Now, I never wanna see you again,
and if you ever come back here,
that will not go well for you.
You can't just go in there.
No, it's OK, I can. We're family.
Oh, can I get a black coffee?
Hey, I remember this.
I remember that dress.
I was 19.
Would that make sense?
I was staying with you guys.
I always loved it when you went to
your fancy parties 'cause it meant
I could stay up all night
and not get in trouble.
You don't look any different.
And look at me.
How are you bearing up?
I'm fine. I'm... sad.
How are you?
It's strange.
We're beasts of legacy, men.
Your father is always this
immutable landmark,
like a river or a mountain,
and particularly my dad.
He was like fucking Everest.
Then one day, he's gone
and everything is still the same.
It's like he was never here.
You shouldn't look at it like that.
Oh, yeah? How should I look at it?
So, is this where all
the bodies are buried?
So sweet of you to check
in on me. Thank you.
Yeah, so, I thought maybe we should
talk about how this is gonna work.
How what's going to work?
This. You and me.
I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Mills-Paulson.
You're Mills. My dad was a partner.
Silent partner, for the last few years.
Right, and now he's gone
and now I'm your partner.
Silent partner.
What do you want, Damian?
I want what belongs to me.
And what is that?
My father built this business.
Yes, your father built this business
from nothing, so if you want
something that belongs to you,
why don't you go out and earn it?
Oh, what, like you did, you mean?
You have no idea what
it took for me to get
here. I had my daughter
at 16 years old.
I was alone. I had nothing.
I worked my way up from the bottom.
Right, and then you fucked my dad
and became partner in the company,
so don't you get on your
high horse to me about
what does and doesn't belong to who.
We're both just imposters, squabbling
over someone else's legacy.
You can't intimidate me.
Oh, yeah, well, I...
I think I could if I really tried.
No, you can't,
because all I see is an
angry 14-year-old boy.
Now, I have a business to run,
so if you want to talk to me,
make a fucking appointment.
"For reasons of my own,
I am choosing to stay silent
on the new allegations.
I have said what I needed to say,
when I needed to say it.
That was for me and how I choose
to deal with my situation,
because fundamentally, that is what
I believe in - choice - choice for
every woman out there to deal with
their experience in whatever way
they want, whenever they want.
And if that takes ten minutes
or ten years, that's OK,
"because it's theirs, not ours, and
we are not all the same. Thank you."
Yeah? Yep. OK.
Hey. Where is everyone?
Teddy's asleep.
Kelly's reading upstairs.
Reading?
Did you drug her?
Oh, god, what's wrong?
Did something happen?
Just want to talk.
Oh, my god, what did you do?
Are you seeing someone? Did Robyn
tell you about our argument?
Ruth. Stop. Sit down.
Don't be angry.
OK.
What are you doing?
I - what, are you
going through my trash now?
I was worried, Ruth.
Jesus, Mark, that is such
an invasion of privacy.
I love you.
Just, please don't, Mark.
No, Ruth. I will.
This isn't about you or me,
or us getting back
together, or our marriage.
This is about me caring about you
as a human being and mother of our
children, and promising to be there
for you, whenever you needed it.
Please talk to me, Ruth.
Um, hmm...
the last time that this
happened is when I found out
I was pregnant with Kelly.
You never told me that.
Yeah. I was at the Morton
Williams on Bleeker Street
and they had a sample. It was some
new cookie or something and,
um, I just kept going back
and going back over and over again.
The woman had to tell me to stop.
I was so embarrassed.
So I got, like, a bunch
of trail mix and, um,
some candy or something, and
I just kept - I just kept going.
I just kept going and going
like there was just some, like,
engine inside of me.
I looked down at my stomach
and I just felt so much shame.
I don't know. I came home and
I was going through the cupboards
and I was looking for something.
I was just looking for anything
to help... get it up, you know,
like yoghurt or milk or
ice cream or anything, and...
Jesus Christ, Ruth.
I don't know, I just...
It was, like, 6:00 in the morning
and I felt like my brain
was pushing up against my skull.
When I finally passed out, I knew
that I'd done it, I'd killed it,
'cause nothing - nothing could
sustain that level of abuse.
I'd killed the baby.
Then I went to the doctor the next day
and found out that
she hadn't given up on me.
Oh, my god, she was still growing.
She was still hanging on.
So I promised, I swore
I would never do that again,
and I hadn't, I swear.
I'm not gonna give up on you, Ruth.
Fuck me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I missed you.
However...
Just...
...Jaffa Cakes?
I mean, Jesus Christ, woman,
what the fuck is this, eh?
Have some self-respect.
And Vienetta. I mean,
what is this, 1986?
Fucking hell.
You slipped up,
that's all. We all do it.
We're here to pick each
other up when we fall.
Just...
Hang on.
I'll get the stool.
I'll get the stool...
Mark! Stay down, stay down.
Oh, god.
Mummy!
Oh, hey, baby.
Hi! Mummy and Daddy
are just having a huggle.
Why didn't you come up and see me?
I am so sorry, baby.
Why don't you go upstairs
and I'll be right there, OK?
Is Daddy staying over?
Um... maybe.
Yes!
Two minutes.
OK.
OK. Still got it...
Look, I've got to go.
If he wakes up, will you
just tell him that I phoned?
Yeah, I'll try again in the morning.
I'm sorry. Love you, too.
Hi.
Oh, my god, you came!
Yeah.
I totally thought you bottled it.
No. Sorry I'm late.
Just had a bit of a day.
Mel, this is Pin.
Pin, this is Melody.
Hey, Mel.
She's my... BF's ex?
Yeah.
Yeah.
She's tat-curious.
Oh, my god, that is so cool. Yeah?
Thank you.
Pin, get me a needle.
I'm gonna pierce your nose.
What? No. No way.
It's fine. It's temporary.
If you don't like it, it'll heal.
How do you even know that?
Babe, look at me. What do you think?
I don't know.
Trust me.
OK.
Thank you, sir.
OK.
Very still. Alright?
It's gonna sting a bit,
but pain is growth and you can take
it 'cause you're a fierce bitch. OK?
OK.
One, two...
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
Work was insane today.
So your work is more
important than my time?
Not more. I'd say they
were healthy bedfellows.
I've ordered.
Oh, really? What am I having?
I thought you didn't like that jacket.
This jacket? Yeah, I think
the word you used was 'basic'.
Oh, I thought men enjoyed
a bit of a basic bitch
every now and then.
Hmm.
Thank you. I'll have a bottle
of the Chateau Zaneuse, please.
Um, Trump Towers over here
seems to have ordered me a side.
Can you bring me a ribeye?
I'd like it to still be mooing.
Don't do that.
What?
Don't embarrass me.
Embarrass you?
Are you serious? Ooh, look at that.
Serious face.
What the hell?
You bore me.
Do not do that again.
I'm deadly serious.
OK, OK. Gabriel, darling,
we're done here.
Sit down.
I'm sorry if the world has
never lived up to the love
your mother heaped on you as
a child, but I'm not prepared to be
a recovery centre for your issues.
Step into your power, Peewee,
and stop trying to borrow mine.
You see something shiny like this
hot piece of ass right here and you
want to possess it, don't you? Huh?
Or break it.
Ooh! Fix it.
But a real man
would just enjoy seeing
himself reflected in the shiny.
If you can't do that,
it's probably best for everyone
that you just leave it alone.
Thanks for dinner.
News just in.
In an extraordinary turn of events,
former colleagues of Warren Armitage
have taken to social media in
an unprecedented show of support
for the veteran broadcaster.
The hashtag 'NotMe' was
trending this evening as
female colleagues who worked
with Warren over the course of
his 40-year career spoke out
to say that they've never
experienced anything untoward
during their time of knowing him,
with some even going so
far as to call the allegations
blatantly false and ill-informed.
In a world where we're used to
seeing trial by social media,
this is one of the first times
we've seen such a unanimous defence
of an individual.
Alexa Wells is still yet
to confirm or deny the rumours...
Hi. Hi, Teddy.
It's OK.
Sh. Sh.
What the hell?
It's fine, go back to bed.
Robyn, what are you doing?
I'm fine. I'm-I'm-I'm fine.
I got him. Give me Teddy.
What do you think I'm gonna do
with him? Robyn, please.
He's fine.
Just give him to me.
Ruth! Come here.
Baby, hi. Sh, sh, sh.
What's happening?
Oh, baby, don't worry about it.
Just go back to sleep, OK, sweetie?
Bye, Teddy.
Get out of my house.
I think you're overreacting.
Get out of my house right now
or I swear to god!
You know the only reason you get to
be as perfect as you are is because
of me. I spent my whole life
protecting you from things.
Don't you blame your dysfunction
on me. I choose to function.
I never had a choice.
Every day is a choice,
but you choose to make an excuse.
You choose to break things
because you're angry.
Well, guess what? We're all angry!
Everything you have is because of me.
Everything I have is in spite of you.
You wouldn't even exist
if it weren't for me.
I held up the fucking sky for you,
you selfish, spoilt, brat.
You'd be fucking dust if it wasn't
for me. You would be fucking dust!
Get out!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.
I just happened to be
in the neighbourhood.
I'm surprised you even remember
what neighbourhood I live in.
I need a place to stay.
Are you fucking serious?
Course you are.
When else do I get to see you?
Only when you need something.
Do you have anything?
Drugs?
I'm on Adderall, prescription,
but I've been cut off
and the side effects
are really hammering me.
I think some coke would - would do it.
Look, my purse was stolen. I have
no money. I have nowhere else to go.
I just need a few days to
get my shit together and then
I swear I will never ask you again.
My, hasn't someone got
themselves in a pickle?
And what do I get out
of this arrangement?
What do you want?
What have you got?
Do you have anything here?
Please just show me.
Mm-mm. I've shown you mine.
You show me yours.
Warren Armitage is innocent.
Danny Davis. It may have escaped
your attention, babes,
but I've already got Danny Davis.
Not this, you don't.
There's a kid. The sex
worker in your video.
She has a kid. It's his.
Are you gonna stand there all
night or shall I pour us a drink?