Lip Service (2010–2012): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript

It's just so comforting.

Falling asleep in her arms and wake
up to the sound of her breathing.

Mmm.

That quiet sound that reminds you
that you're not alone

and life is still worth living.

Even with Nora?

Tess, you've got Nora all wrong.

She's great.
She really likes you.

What's she like
with people she hates?

It was her idea that I bring you
breakfast today.

Why?



Because she feels really bad that

I'm taking her to this film awards
thing tonight instead of you.

What?!
I'm really sorry.

She got so excited when I told her I
was going. I couldn't help asking.

What, even though
you invited me months ago?

I'll make it up to you.

I'll take you out
for lunch tomorrow.
Yeah, well, don't worry.

I'll find my comfort elsewhere.

So, how have you been?

You know. Keeping busy.

Hey, I got these tickets for this
wine tasting thing tonight.

One of the consultants couldn't go,
so he gave them to me.

Right.

I mean, he's the most pompous
old arse I've ever met,



but it's free wine and apparently
the new Bordeauxs are "superlative."

I don't know. Maybe.
I'll give you a call later.

Yeah. No, cool. I mean, no pressure.

Hey. How was your run?

Tremendous.
But now I'm going to die.

How's Sam?

Oh, I don't know.
She doesn't give much away.

I've been meaning to call her.

Ask her for a drink or something,
but I just...

Got nothing at all
in common with her?

Except maybe Cat.
I mean, I guess not.

It's great you're spending
time with her, though.

Hey, look.

It's been a really shitty time
for both of you.

Hey, are you doing anything later?

Do you want to go to the pub, or...?

Er, no.
I'd love to, but I can't.

I invited Sam to this
sort of wine tasting thing.

Just to get her out of the house.

I'd ask you, but I've just
got a couple of tickets.

Oh, no, no. It's fine. No problem.
Got loads of lines to learn.

Sorry, Lex.
I borrowed your laptop again.

More job applications?
No, I've written an article.

Going to see if I can
get it published.

Save me from my temping nightmare.

You should've got Ed to read
it. Oh, it's all right.

I've already got an in
at Minus 21 magazine.

How come?

I fucked the editor.

Have you nicked my stapler again?

It's a fair cop.

Sam, there's something
I need to ask you.

They've released Cat's
possessions from the scene.

I've got them. They ought to go to
her parents, but I...

I thought you might like
to have them.

I mean, if you prefer,
I could take them round to her...

I'll have a think about it.

Thanks.
OK.

I see you've finished
your session with Inspector Morse.

I know, you're only supporting her
as a friend.

That's right,
you embittered old cynic.

Anyway, I've invited her to
a wine tasting thingy tonight.

And that's not like
a date or anything?

No, it's nothing like a date.

You don't think she's going to think
it's like a date, do you?

Who's got a date?
Nobody!

Especially not our Lexy.
No, I've just invited Sam...

Who she fancies the arse off of.
To a wine tasting.

But it's not like a date.
I mean, nothing at all like a date!

Right.

Everything OK?

Ah, I was going to ask you
to do something tonight

instead of tomorrow.
Something came up. Oh, sorry.

No worries. I'll fix it.

Thought she was supposed to be
no strings attached.

She is.

Right, so you're not going on a date

and she's not in any way
at all jealous.

Hmm. Do you mind if we switch to
my less finely nuanced love life?

Do you think it's possible
that Sex-ray is straight

and my sonically calibrated
gaydar is off beam?

Ah, let me just check my gaydar.

It says... even if he WAS gay
he wouldn't fancy you.

Ha-ha!

Hey. Someone page me?

Yes, I did. There's a patient
waiting for you in chairs.

Cool.

Er, there's no-one there.
Did someone else take him?

No, he wouldn't see anyone else.

He only wanted you.

He was really insistent about it.

Cool, thanks.

Fine. Now what we need is someone
standing for them all arriving

to give out a copy of the
latest... issue.

Um, yeah. Yeah.

What moron thought
it would be a good idea

to send a work experience to pick
the investors up from the airport?

If it was Karen, you can tell her
she's back in the post room.

You can send that girl over.

If you'd like to just go through.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you.
You're fucking joking, Sadie? Here?

I told you it was a one-time thing.
Are you some sort of stalker?

I wanted to give you this.

It's an article I've written
for the magazine.

Remember you said
I should give you my ideas?

Or have you forgotten that
now you've fucked me?

And don't flatter yourself
that I'd bother stalking you.

You weren't all that.

You coming out tonight?
Oh, no. Not tonight.

Look, Sam, if you don't want to face
the whole gang, we could go back

to yours for a curry. I'll even
endure your Cagney and Lacey box set.

Now, that's an offer you won't get
every day. Thanks, I appreciate it.

Actually, I'm going out tonight.
Yeah?

Mm-hm. I'm going to a wine tasting
event with my running partner.

Serious?
Yeah.

So you're blowing out The Grampian
for a wine tasting?

You're never going to live
this one down, Murray.

I'll see you later.
See you.

I can't believe Ed's just ditched me

so he can take stupid Carol
to the film awards instead.

It's amazing the depths people
will stoop to for regular sex.

Yeah, well, he's supposed to be
my best friend.

He's pretty much the only friend
I've got left here, apart from you.

What about your new flatmates? I
thought you were bonding with them.

Well, they're too busy

having vital, life-enhancing
sexual experiences.

Can't you tell them to conduct
their sexcapades elsewhere?

Oh, they're all right.

Well, Sadie's a bit of a pain,
but Lexy's lovely.

Like, she's really kind
and understanding, you know.

Tess!
Mmm?

Have you fallen for your roomie?

No! God, no.

OK, maybe a little bit.

But, you know, it's pretty hopeless.

I mean, she hardly looks at me.

Not like she's picturing
me naked, anyway.

Sext her.
What?

Show her what she's missing.
What all the kids are doing.

Um, no, because then she'd think
I was a psycho.

I did actually try asking her out
this morning,

but she said she was busy, so...

Well, where did you ask her out to?

Pub.
Well, that's not going to work.

You've got to invite her somewhere
outside the flatmate zone.

So the mood can take you.

Well, I can't ask her out
officially.

If she turns me down,
we'll be stuck avoiding each other

for the next year
over the Rice Krispies.

Listen, think stealth dating.

Pretend to take her somewhere fun
and friendly, like salsa classes.

One minute you're doing the salsa,
the next you're rumba-ing in her
knickers.

What, really?!

Try it. See where it leads you.

Yeah, well, knowing me,
it will probably lead to humiliation

and a really bad hangover.

You're late.

And put your fucking hat on.

I can't talk about this just now.
I'm at work.

No, I've got to go.

You all right?

Yeah. Domestic bliss.
Susie's being a bit of a nightmare.

If our thing is causing
any extra strain, you know,

we can just cool it off for a while.

No, it's got nothing
to do with that.

It's her work.

And maybe now that
I'm a bit stressed,

you could help me
let off some steam.

Oh, um... yeah. No, I can't.

I've got to see Sam.

Oh, yeah.
I forgot about your big date.

Big non-date.
Yeah, I should go.

I can't believe Hearts Of Stone
is still on at my local.

Every day I have to pass
that kilted twat.

"Thomas Delaware
IS Hamish of Scone."

The heart that
bears the stone will e'er be free!

Oh, come on!
That was a good impression.

Do you think if I killed Nora,

they'd let me off
for justifiable homicide?

I bet there's loads of people who
would testify how incredibly...
Tess!

Tess, Tess, Tess.
I am so, so sorry about tonight.

Myself and Eddie have just been
racked with guilt.

But I have bought you a bottle.

So, you can still have
a lovely evening at home.

Oh, great!

Me and my bottle of really...

really posh champagne!

Hi, Lexy.
So, are you coming?

Great! OK, cool.

Um, I'll pick you up in an hour.

OK, see you. Bye.

Sadie, table 12 wants cheese.

Can I help you?

I came to apologise. There was no
need for me to be so rude.

OK. Apology accepted.

It's no excuse,
but I am just really, really busy.

And yet you took time to come
and say sorry in person?

So, why are you really here?

Let's taste the 2007.

On the nose, I'm getting... cherries.

And violets.

It's more fleshy than the 2006.

Much more... voluptuous.

A real animal vigour.

But I do detect a slight false note
in the middle of the palate.

That's why I became a lesbian.

Ah! It seems as if someone
else agrees with me.

Can you detect the false note?

What flavours are you getting
from the 2007?

Ah, um...

Er...

Black pepper? Mm-hm.

Um... cherries.

And, er...

Twigs.

How interesting. Yes.

I can taste the oak.

Oh, I'm also getting
a hint of citrus.

And, um...

Oof! I don't know how that found
its way in there,

but... wet carpet?

Maybe you'd like to share with us why
you think this is a laughing matter.

A grape may just be a grape to you

but everyone else is here
to learn something

about these fascinating Bordeaux.

Shall we continue,
with number five?

Oh, don't stop!
Say you're sorry.

What?

Say you're really, really sorry.
I'm sorry.

Oh!

Oh!

I am late. I am so fucking late.

Worth it, though, eh?

Oh, fuck.
Untie me. I've got to get that.

Say please.
Sadie!

Oh, God. Hey!

No. I know, I know.
It's because of the party.

So many last-minute glitches.

Yeah, yeah.
I'll see you soon. Bye.

So, I'm a glitch, then, am I?

Yeah. You're a total fucking glitch,
but a very entertaining one.

So, have you read
my masterpiece, then?

No. I am going to.

If it's good enough,
do I get an invite to this party?

It's not that kind of party.

It's one of those schmoozy
corporate things.

I'm good at schmoozing.

God, this lot
would bore you to death.

Look, I'll read your article
tomorrow. I promise.

Can I give you 250?

That should cover the hotel bill.

I am just in such a hurry.

It says this one's nose
is a little bit rustic.

Sounds like my uncle Dale.

Oh, God.

It feels like I haven't used
those muscles in a while.

Sam, you don't have to feel guilty
about having fun.

I thought Cat was fucking Frankie.

What would...
Doesn't matter. I was wrong.

I just... I feel
a little bit shit about it.

Sam, one of the first things
most people feel is guilt.

Thank you, Doctor. I'm not here
for bereavement counselling.

OK, sorry.

Actually, I wanted to ask
your professional opinion.

Some weird stuff's been happening at
work and I can't work out

if it's someone winding me up
or something creepy is going on.

What's been happening?

A letter in my locker.

Saying what?

"I know"?
Oh, and someone paged me today

and when I got there,
the patient had disappeared.

I've tried to figure it out
but I've realised...

I mean, there's nothing mysterious
or interesting

or even vaguely secret
about my life, which is kind of sad.

Have you pissed anyone off lately?

Not more than usual.

Is your girlfriend the jealous type?

No. I don't have a girlfriend.

I need the toilet.

It's OK. Keep breathing into your
hands, that's it.

Breathe into here.

Bit deeper if you can.

Has this happened before?

Once or twice.

Oh, no. Don't worry.
I won't tell anyone.

OK, let's get you home.
You all right?

So, that's £145, please.

Keep the change.

Oh!

Ooh!

Uh!

We should've run
straight to the pub.

Got some hair of the dog
before showing up to work.

At the hospital
and the police station?

Maybe not such a good look.

Listen, I was thinking
about your stalker thing.

You need to write everything down.

Exactly what happens,
the time and the date.

Just in case it gets serious.
Oh, great.

You think I'll end up tied
to some weirdo's radiator?

No! You just might need it as proof.

I don't know. I think it's just
a case of mistaken identity.

Have you told them at work
about your panic attacks?

No. They'd just stick me on desk duty
and I couldn't hack it.

Oh, fuck running.
I'm getting a Danish.

Hey!

Hey, Tess.
Hey, um...

I was just, er...

I was just reading an article

in The List about skateboarding.

Not that I'm into skateboarding.

Anyway, there was an advert
next to it for a roller disco.

Which I reckon I was pretty good at,
back in the day.

Could go backwards and everything.

Anyway, it's on tonight.

Yeah, sounds cool.

Brilliant.

Hey! How did it go
with the Minus 21 editor?

Pretty good.
You fucked her again, didn't you?

It was hardly a chore.

She's hot and she could be
my ride out of cheese hell.

Look at you, Anna Nicole Smith!
When's the article coming out?

When she's read it, I guess.

Hey, you. How was the non-date?

Yeah, it was good, thanks.
Excellent.

You can tell me all about it later

because I managed
to sort out tonight.

Yeah? Is everything OK with...?
Yeah. As I suspected, PMT.

Do you mind
just coming over to mine?

Sure. I'm looking forward
to hearing all the non-details.

You see?

Non-jealous.

Non-girlfriend.

Guess who's going to
the roller disco with Lexy

and is pretty good
at roller-skating?

I spoke to Maggie about Ronald.

Do you know what she's offering?
Weekends.

Well, isn't that kind of
when you want a dog?

At the weekends?

Especially if you're single.
That's what they're banking on.

Leaving them free to fly to Rome on
romantic mini-breaks. Get real!

So, what are you going to do?

I'm lawyering up.

Show her and Delaware
they're fucking with the wrong man.

OK.

And if that one cuts up rough today,
she can have a piece of me too.

Morning, everyone.

Can we do
the rapprochement scene again?

I just... I loved Tess's anger
towards me yesterday.

Wasn't she fantastic, Rory?

Yeah, that was really good work,
Tess. Nice jumper, Hugh.

Oh, thanks. It's new.

Right. Can we go from "Beautiful,
sorrowful roses"?

Yep.

Er, the Welsh goat?

No.

The Irish goat?

It's the brie, Sadie.

It's the brie.

Can I ask you something, Sadie?

Do you actually like cheese?

Yeah, I love it.

And which cheese is
your particular favourite?

From our selection?

I like all of them.

This restaurant is famous
for its cheese board.

And there are plenty of genuine
cheese enthusiasts out there

who would give their eye teeth...

I know, I'm sorry.

It's just... I really,
really need the loo.

OK.

When nature calls...
Thanks.

Say cheese.

The crowdie, or gruth in Gaelic.
A Viking oat-covered green cheese.

Bonnet, a delicious goat's milk
cheese from a small Ayrshire dairy.

And finally, Bishop Kennedy,
an unpasteurised Scottish cheese,

washed in whisky and named after a
15th-century bishop from St Andrews.

Right.

Looks like we've got
the cheese situation covered.

What time do you get off?
Not for a long while yet.

Oh, that's OK.
See, we're staying over.

I wouldn't want you to miss out.

Thanks, but I'm seeing
my girlfriend later.

Oh, really? Well, your girlfriend
is welcome to join us too.

Only if she is
as hot as you are, eh?

She's really hot.

She's just not interested
in wankers.

Oh, sorry! I meant bankers.

Waitress!

This wine's corked.

It's fine.

Are you still pissed off at me
for seeing Nora? No.

No, actually, I think anyone who is
going to make you happy right now

must be a good thing.

And Nora seems really happy,
which is great for everyone.

You've changed your tune.

Yeah, well, I think

you've got to grab love
when it comes along.

Nora's got this friend, Meg.

We're seeing her later.

She's gay and she's fit and...

Nora and I think
you'd be perfect together.

Oh, thanks. But I'm busy tonight.

Really? What are you doing?

Just a girls' night out with Lexy.

He's wearing
a perfectly pressed shirt,

he's clearly using hair product.

He's selected
a low calorie beverage.

How much more definite can
you get? I need proof.

So just go and ask him if he owns
the Glee box set.

You ask him!
OK, fuck it!

I'll go and find out,
but you owe me.

Excuse me.

I was thinking of getting
the Moroccan tagine.

I've always wanted
to go to Morocco.

Have you ever been to Morocco?

Yes, I have.

Oh? Cool!

Who did you, er...
Who did you go with?

My sister.

Not your... Wife? No.

But I am gay.

Oh, no. No, I didn't... Ah!

Yeah, he's gay. Yes!
I can never see him again.

Sadie!

I've had a complaint from table...
Was you on the phone?

You shouldn't even
have that with you.

Where is your fucking hat?

Do you know what?

You can take your hat, and your
cheese, and your stupid poncey job

and stuff it up
your tight little arse!

I've come to collect
Cat's things from the scene.

OK.
If you're sure. There's no rush.

I'm sure.

Here you are.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Work before pleasure.

Did you read my article?

Oh, yeah. It was good.
It was good but, um...

We're pretty full
over the next few issues, so...

Right.

What's wrong?

Well, I've just lost my job,
so I won't be able to pay the rent,

which probably means
I'll get kicked out of my flat.

Apart from that, I'm peachy!

I'm sorry.

Maybe you should come
to the party tonight.

Well, you might be able to get
some useful contacts.

And you don't mind me coming now?

No. I'd like us both to come.

I think that can be arranged.

Oh, yeah.

Can you sort the hotel bill
again today?

250 was enough yesterday, wasn't it?

Here.

Actually, it was too much.
The room's only 150.

OK. Thanks.
I'll get your change from yesterday.

No, there's no need.
Yeah, there is.

Thanks.

So, I'll see you at the party, then?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Any dress codes?
Doesn't matter.

Come on.

Hello! Anyone home?
I'm in the kitchen. With wine.

Wow. Something smells nice.

Oh, it's just a little something
I rustled up.

Oh, I could do with eating
before we go out.

Go out?
Oh, no. Bea's coming over.

So, you're not up for
the roller disco, then?

What roller disco?

Yeah. We... er, we said
we might go tonight?

Oh, did we? Sorry, Tess.

I'd love to, but...
Oh, no. It's fine.

Actually... actually it's good,

because Ed's asked me
to go out with him and Nora, so...

Come on. You hate Nora.

Yeah, but they're fixing me up
with one of Nora's friends.

Apparently she's well fit.
Oh, so you DON'T mind?

No! No.

Cool. Well, maybe we'll both
be getting some tonight.

Maybe!

Yeah, I'm just going to call Ed.

OK.
Yep.

Wow! You look hot.

Thanks.

Is Bea not here yet?

No, no. She cancelled.
She's throwing up.

Oh, well, that's...

Look, I'll call Ed and cancel.

I mean, we've still got time
to go to the roller disco.

Oh, don't worry. I couldn't be arsed
moving, anyway.

Still, I mean,
we could just have a quiet night in.

That's very sweet, Tess,
but I'm fine, really.

Just go out. Have fun.
Might meet the woman of your dreams.

Hello?
Hello. This is the Highland
Bank calling.

Am I speaking to Lexy Price?
Yep, but I'm kind of busy right now.

This won't take a moment,
Miss Price.

There have been some unusual
transactions on your card.

If I can just take you
through security? Yeah.

Can you confirm
that your full address

is 16 Birchmore Street, Glasgow?

Uh-huh. Yeah, but it's 14.
What are the transactions?

Hello?

Who is this?

Tess!

Meg, Tess. Tess, Meg.
Hi.

My old BFF and my new BFF.

So excited to get you two together.

Don't they make a cute couple?
Yeah.

So, Tess,

what scandalous stories
has Nora told you about me?

Oh, don't worry.
I didn't tell her about the time

you threw beer
over that ugly fat girl.

Typical me.
I go a bit mad sometimes.

Look, we are going to go outside

for, um... a ciggie. OK?

But neither of you smokes.
See you in a bit.

So, how do you know Nora?

I'm a make-up artist.

Oh, right.
On Cardiac Care?

Wow.

Hi. Can I join your conversation?

I don't know anyone here.

I'm Sadie.

Hi, Sadie. I'm Dan. Dan.
This is Stewart. Hello, Stewart.

Take it you don't work here, then.
I don't work anywhere.

That's why I'm here.
Got any jobs going?

Straight for the jugular!

What's your background?
Property, mainly.

But I can turn my hand
to most things.

We were looking for someone to help
with our property pages a while back.

Fantastic. I'll give you my card.

Just excuse me one minute.

Wow. What happened there?

Social annihilation by cheese.

I was just on the scent
of some actual work as well.

Unemployment by cheese.
Yeah.

Do you work here too?

No, I run an art gallery
over in the Merchant City.

It's called The Space.

Sadie Anderson.
Oh, cool.

Jo Glass. I'm Lauren's partner.

You are still here.

You all right?

What you looking at?

It's my mate's house.

She thinks she might have a stalker.

Where is that?

Birchmore Street?

You know you could
get suspended for this.

I know. I just had to check it out.
I'm nearly done now.

I never saw this. OK?

OK.

Course, I meet a lot of actresses
in my line of work.

And most of them fall for me.

Oh, could we have
another bottle, please?

Oh, they don't say anything

but I can always tell
by the way they look at me.

A lot of straight girls

want to work out their
lesbian fantasies on a girl like me.

Oh, that's lovely.

We're a rare breed, you and me.
Pretty dykes.

I mean, it's a bit of dogs home
out there, isn't it?

Oh, well, I wouldn't necessarily
say that. I mean...

I had this thing last season
with Shelley Prince.

Er...

You know, she plays Jessica
in Cardiac Care.

Right.

And I also had a little thing
with Gina Summers.

You know, she plays Jessica's
sister, Shae. Yes.

So, you could say, I've had
both of the Moncrieff twins.

That's hilarious.

I guess you don't get the same
calibre of star in theatre

as you do in television.

You know, I could probably get you
a meeting for Cardiac Care.

Oh, that's... that's sweet

but I'm pretty busy with Chekhov
at the moment, so...

Chekhov? Who's he?!

Cardiac Care
is today's Shakespeare.

I know, that was Keith White
in the Partick Daily Post.

So, where did you meet Lauren,
Sadie?

Oh, I came in to pitch for work.
But she didn't have anything for me.

Oh, not leaving many stones
unturned, are you?

Here she comes.
Hey! Surprised to see me?

Gavin cancelled at the last minute.
I could make it after all.

Must be a nice surprise
for you, Lauren.

Yeah. So, do you two
know each other?

No, we just met in the loo.
I hope you're introducing Sadie
to some useful people.

I've got to go speak to an investor
before she leaves.

Don't worry about us.
Go and charm the pants off her.

OK.

And that's when I realised I could
make some extra cash foot modelling.

Ah.

I wonder what's happened
to Ed and Nora?

Yeah. I'm going to go and find them.

Hey!

Did you...?

I've missed you.

Ah, that's... that's nice.

Er...

Really quiet.
Cos my flatmate's asleep.

OK.

Ah! Wha...?
Say, "Stand and deliver."

What?

I'm a beautiful princess.

And you're a fearless highwaywoman
holding up my carriage.

OK. Um...

Stand and deliver.

Now rub my royal lady mound.

OK, I'm...

What's up?

Did you want to be princess, Tess?

No. No.

I'm just...

I'm feeling really ill, suddenly.

Oh, no. What's the matter?

I just feel really... sick.

And I've got a real bad headache.

My leg... hurts.

Your leg?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's like there's
a sort of...

tingling in my lower thigh.

Oh, shit!
Shall I call NHS 24?

See if we should take you
to hospital? No, no, it's fine.

I just need to rest.
My housemate's a doctor, so...

Why didn't you say?

I'll go get her.
No, no, no. You can't.

You can't wake her.
She's got work tomorrow.

I'm sure she won't mind
in an emergency. No, no. Really.

Is this her room here?

Is there a doctor in the house?

Hang on.

Everything all right?
No. It's Tess. She's really ill.

What's the matter, Tess?

Are you feeling sick?

Yeah.

Really sick.

Is it something that you ate?

No.

Right, well, um...

OK.

Yeah, let's have a look at this.

So, you're feeling sick.

Look up. And anything else?

Just a really, really bad headache.

And that tingling in your leg.
Yeah.

It's like a tingling
in my upper thigh.

You said lower before.
It's moved.

A tingling in your upper thigh?

That's quite an unusual
presentation.

I don't like the sound of this.

What do you think it is?

Could be bacterial hydritis,

in which case
we're going to have to take her in.

So, um, if you could
maybe go home.

Oh, I don't mind staying and keeping
an eye on Tess while you sleep.

Oh, no, no, really. Go home.
Why?

Do you think it's infectious?
Unfortunately, very.

Right. Well, if you're sure
there's nothing I can do.

All right, but, um... Thanks.
Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Meg.

OK. Bye.

So, Sadie, I really must introduce
you to some useful people.

There's no need. I've already landed
myself a plum job.

She's coming to work for me.
No!

I mean, Sadie's in property.

I'm a saleswoman, actually, Lauren.

It doesn't matter
if it's art or houses.

She's perfect for the gallery.

Means I can finally give that
stroppy French cow the boot.

She's been on a warning
for months now.

Well, right.
Congratulations.

Darling, I've just got to pick up a
few things.

A few bits and pieces from the
office. Then we can go for dinner.

Yeah. Perhaps you'd like
to join us, Sadie?

No, thanks. I think
I'll leave you two to your evening.

What the fuck are you doing?
I told you. I need a job.

With my wife? Are you fucking mad?

No. Just very practical.

You're a bit paranoid, aren't you?

You're not going to ask me
to leave, then?

Lexy, it's Sam. Will you let me in?

Hey.

Hey, are you all right?

It was true.
Cat was fucking Frankie.

What?
They were meeting here too.

Wait a second. Are you sure?

I saw her on CCTV.

She was here before she died.

That's fucking...

She could have told me. She could
have given me that at least.

Frankie, that useless bitch!
OK. Come here.

I haven't changed the sheets.

I've done everything else.

I've packed up her clothes.

Hey, Sam. Come on.

Sam, come on. Sam!

Come on, don't! Don't, Sam.

Stop, Sam! Sam, stop, Sam.

Don't! I don't want it!
Not like this, OK?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

No. No, Sam. Sam, wait.
I didn't... Sam, wait!