Outrageous (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

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[ Wind gusting ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Chorus: Ding, ding-dong ♪
Ding, ding-dong ♪
Ding, ding-dong ♪
Ding, ding-dong ♪
Ding-dong, merrily on high ♪
In Heaven the bells are ringing ♪
Nancy: My sister Diana's divorce
was like a bomb going off in our family.
My father took it as a body blow
that one of his own daughters
should be seen by the world
as a scarlet woman.
And it caused him very deep shame.
Choir: Hosanna in excelsis ♪
- Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria ♪
- Gloria, Gloria, Gloria ♪
Consequently, we were all hunkered down
in the country again,
where we were determined
to enjoy the festive season.
Ding-dong, ding ♪
Ding-dong, ding ♪
Ding-dong, ding ♪
Ding-dong, ding ♪
Ding-dong, ding ♪
Muv: [Chuckles] Ooh.
- Ah.
- Lovely.
I'm so hungry.
Bravo.
Muv: Thank you, Anne. Thank you so much.
Farve: Now
What shall we do with
our presents for Diana?
You will not give her any presents,
you will not visit her, see her,
speak to her or write to her.
- Is that understood?
- Yes, Father.
"'Til the death us do part"
is the marriage vow,
a vow you take before God.
Indeed. Now, let's not let
the vegetables get cold.
- Mmm.
- And as for that
trumped-up hog of a man that
she has attached herself to,
I will not have his name
mentioned in this house.
I I forbid it!
But he might be Prime Minister one day.
Then we'll have to speak it.
Unity, the British people will
not accept a fascist government.
Isn't this so lovely?
Try some Brussels sprouts, my darling.
- Thank you, Muv.
- Unity: Look at Italy.
Fascism has restored it to greatness.
- Unity!
- And the same could happen
in Germany, so why not here?
Farve: Do be quiet.
Stop talking about things
that you know nothing about.
Sprouts smell delicious.
Can I interest you, Pam?
- Ooh, yes, please, Nance.
- [ Clears throat ]
Am I not allowed to
express an opinion then?
When you have more
experience of the world,
when you have fought for
your king and country
in the trenches,
when you have debated
in the House of Lords,
then, and only then,
may you offer an opinion.
Understood? Hmm?
Well, as women aren't allowed
to do either of those things,
I think it's completely unfair
Is that understood, Unity?
[ Birds chirping, clock ticking ]
- Not really, no.
- Ohh.
I think we should all be entitled
to express our opinions in this family.
In that case, you may be excused.
- All I am asking
- Leave the table!
Now!
Nancy: Of course, there was no danger
of me becoming either a scarlet woman
or a political extremist.
I was simply struggling
to earn a shilling,
while facing life as a
soured old spinster.
The man I loved had gone,
gone to seek his fortune in America.
He had left me forever.
[ Door opens ]
- He's back.
- What?
Hamish. Ollie just called.
Said he'd seen him at The Ritz.
Missing you like crazy, he says.
Can't hack life without you.
Nancy: He's he's in London?
So, look, before you get any ideas,
- I have to tell you something.
- What?
I'm pretty certain that deep down
Hamish prefers men.
[ Laughs ] No, no. No, he doesn't.
Why does everyone say that?
He doesn't. We we've discussed it.
- He assures me not.
- Of course he doesn't admit it.
Bloody hell, a man could
be thrown in jail for that.
But I was at school with him.
I've I've witnessed him in action.
You've actually seen him
in bed with another boy?
I've been in bed with him.
Look, it was boys fooling around.
Lots of boys go through
that phase at Eton.
But there's a difference
between the boys
who go through that phase
and the boys for whom you know
it is not a phase.
- So for you it was just a phase?
- Yes.
But for him it's a
a lifetime predilection?
How on earth can you tell?
Obviously, I can't be certain,
but my very, very strong
Why would he tell me
he loves me so often
and with such conviction if he didn't?
Because he does love you,
just not, I don't think,
in a romantic way.
I just don't want to see you hurt,
so I called him and said,
unless he has a ring and
a rock-solid proposal,
he's not to contact you again.
All right?
[ Farve growls indistinctly ]
[ Gunshots ]
- [ Birds cawing ]
- [ Growls ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gun cocks ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gunshot ]
Nancy: To my mind, the trick
with a dictator like Farve
was to avoid a direct challenge.
Sooner or later,
he would inevitably relent.
So, I simply kept quiet and
carried on exactly as before.
[ Phone rings ]
It's me.
Ah, sorry, train was late.
I missed the bus and
had to wait for ages.
[ Sighs ] I am desperate
for a cup of tea.
Nard, are you all right?
What's the matter?
- She's dead.
- Who?
Diana: His wife Mosley's.
- He just telephoned.
- No.
Diana: Completely out of the blue.
- It's knocked him for six.
- Oh, good God.
What happened?
"Lady Cynthia Mosley has died,
aged just thirty-four,
from peritonitis,
following an emergency operation
for appendicitis.
The devoted wife of Sir Oswald Mosley
leaves behind her three young children."
Oh, look, and there's a picture
of the poor little orphans.
They're not orphans,
they've still got a father.
Listen "Sources close to Lady Cynthia
say that she had been
unhappy for many months,
although the reason for her
unhappiness is not disclosed."
- Hm.
- Look
In the very next column,
a picture of Nard.
Like it's her fault.
"Doctor Kirkwood,
who attended Lady Cynthia
in her final illness,
said that 'in the end,
she had not the will
to fight the infection
that had taken hold of her.'"
She'd lost all hope. Oh, my God.
Diana will be hated.
[ Children chattering ]
Nancy: This juicy topic
kept the London gossip
machine fuelled for weeks,
as poor Diana became
increasingly isolated.
I didn't know she was upset about me.
I thought they had an understanding.
I mean, he made it perfectly clear
he could never divorce her,
so when I left Bryan,
I'd made up my mind that
we would simply be lovers.
Lovers forever, hopefully.
Honestly?
You didn't mind him being
married to someone else?
No. I have no interest in marriage now.
Once was enough, thank you.
And being a mistress rather suited me.
All the romance, none of the
restrictions of being a wife.
Although, now, of course,
I suppose he is free
to make an honest woman
of you eventually.
Oh, God, he's not free.
Her sisters have gathered
'round him like a coven.
Of course, they blame me for her death.
They hate me, and they've
completely fenced him in.
[ Birds chirping ]
I haven't heard from him for days.
I have to face the
fact that it may all
be over.
But you've you've
given up so much for him.
Oh, darling.
Announcer: The Prince of
Wales has been visiting
deprived areas of Britain
affected by unemployment
and industrial decline.
There's nothing like a brush
with royalty to boost morale.
And in Germany, the new chancellor,
Adolf Hitler,
receives a rapturous response
from the crowds of Berlin,
as he becomes the
second fascist dictator
to rise to power in Europe
alongside Mussolini in Italy.
This one-time labourer now
wields complete authority
over more than sixty-million people.
♪♪
You don't really think that
that could happen here, do you?
I hope so.
Fascism is the only answer to
the world's problems right now.
But the rich would still
get richer under fascism.
I mean, that can't be right.
Unity: It's just the survival
of the fittest, Boud.
It's the natural order of things.
You should read Mosley's book.
Diana's right,
it all makes perfect sense.
Jessica: You should
read some of my books.
The only way forward is the
overthrow of capitalism
and an end to inherited wealth.
- Communism? Never.
- Jessica: Yes!
It's the only way.
All very well, debating it.
We need to get involved, Boud
properly.
Oh, you are kind to pitch up in support.
Of course.
Great hair, Bobo très élégant.
Yes, you could almost pass
as a perfectly presentable young lady.
Don't take any notice of her.
Pamela: Now, now. We bring cake.
Obviously, Farve doesn't know
we've come, but Muv does.
- And she sends a Dundee.
- Ah. The thaw begins?
Yeah, looks like it.
She misses you like mad, Nard.
Nancy: So does he.
He just won't admit it.
He now blames your whole divorce
on the evil, ruthless Mosley
corrupting an innocent you.
Mosley's not evil.
Thank you, Bobo.
Pamela: Shall we get started?
Let's ring for some tea, shall we?
[ Doorbell rings ]
Mosley?
- [ Door opens ]
- Maid: It's a visitor
for Miss Nancy, Madam.
A Mr Hamish Erskine?
[ Whispers ] Hamish.
What's he doing here?
Shall I show him in, Madam?
- Yes.
- [ Door closes ]
Right, we'll leave you to it.
Why?
Because we have, er, a prior engagement
that we are oh,
dear really rather late for.
- Unity: Do we?
- We really must dash.
- Mr Erskine, Miss.
- Thank you.
Darling! H-how how nice to see you.
How on earth did you find me here?
- Your brother told me.
- Oh, right.
Because, erm because I
have something to say to you.
The thing is
I'm engaged to be married to Kit Dunn.
[ Clock ticking ]
- Ki Kit Dunn? Kit Dunn?!
- I'm sorry.
I I I wanted to tell you in person
and to apologise and to explain
B-but she's but she's so stupid!
Well, I don't think that's quite fair.
I mean, she's not as clever as you.
No, but you said the
only woman in the world
- you could marry was me!
- I know.
Y-you hardly know her! You can't
you can't love her!
I mean, Kit?!
[ Laughs ] What's going on?
It was just a, you know,
whirlwind romance.
I'm really sorry,
but it's going to be announced
in The Times tomorrow,
and I didn't want you
to find out like that.
- You utter shit.
- Hamish: I know.
I hope that you can forgive me
and that, one day, we can be friends?
Just get out. Just
bloody get away from me!
Get away!
[ Whimpers ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Crying ]
All quiet on the western front.
Babies and sisters all asleep.
[ Sighs ] Honestly,
darling, it's his loss.
- You never liked him, did you?
- Sorry.
But you can, and will,
do so much better.
Will I? When?
In a couple of months, I'm 29, and
come on, if you're single beyond 30,
you're finished.
[ Sighs ]
[ Clock ticking ]
[ Laughs ]
Oh, God. Look at us.
What a pair we are. [ Sighs ]
Tomorrow, I've to go to
court for my divorce.
Then, we'll officially be two old maids.
[ Both chuckle ]
Two crotchety old ladies,
dressed in black
- with alarming teeth.
- [ Laughs ]
[ Posh accent ] Just smoking our pipes
and and and
drinking sherry all day.
- Sleeping pill?
- How many have you got?
[ Tin opens, pills rattle ]
[ Children chattering, dogs barking]
Nancy: It was apparent
from a very early age
that Unity was the
naughtiest sister of all.
Anything my parents sought to discourage
simply drove her further towards it.
[ Punches landing,
men speaking indistinctly ]
- Man: Can I help you, miss?
- Yes.
I'd like to join up, please.
Oh, yeah? Well, we do have a
ladies section, as it happens.
Vera? One for you.
Right, how old are you?
I'm 18 and 3/4.
And why is it you want to join up?
Well, I've read his book twice
and all of his speeches.
I think he's brilliant.
I've read Hitler's and
Mussolini's books too,
so I know the theory side of things,
but I want to become an activist.
I want to go on marches,
hand out leaflets, recruit new members.
Very good.
I want to be part of the struggle
to overthrow the present government
and see the establishment
of a strong fascist
state in this country,
one that puts the "great"
back into Great Britain.
Well, I have to ask,
because we do sometimes
get undesirable girls
who just want to have a
bit of fun with the men.
- So, name?
- Mitford.
Unity Valkyrie Mitford.
[ Band plays, indistinct
chatter, laughter ]
Hello.
Joss: He won't marry her.
I'll give you £500 if Hamish
actually marries Kit Dunn.
I'm glad it's finally over.
It had gone on for far too long
and was doing you no good at all.
Whereas all this public humiliation
- is doing me the world of good.
- [ Joss laughs ]
- Two more, please.
- Waitress: Of course.
Chin up, my darling.
Who cares what the public thinks?
Now, we just need to get
you some decent clothes,
- maybe a new haircut
- Hey!
Peter: Oh, Joss, you old bugger.
How are you?
- Sorry, can I pinch a cigarette?
- Peter, you old scrounger.
Do you know the
Honourable Nancy Mitford?
Not well enough.
The dishonourable Peter Rodd.
- We have met, I think.
- Hmm, maybe.
Well, erm, you two can
entertain each other,
while I avail myself of the facilities.
Peter: So
Thank you.
I heard about you and Hamish.
- Oh, God.
- No, no, I only say it
to get the elephant out of the corner.
I mean, Lord knows I've had my
own share of romantic disasters.
Much, much worse than yours.
I must say I'm utterly
sick of it all, aren't you?
- Love?
- Peter: No, the silly games
people play in the name of love.
Dammit, I'm nearly 30
The time has come
to stop all that and get serious.
I know it sounds a terrible cliché,
but it really feels time to get married
and have a houseful
of mewling infants
a proper, solid life.
Actually, come to think of it,
you and I would be a great match.
What do you say?
We could be married by Christmas.
We don't actually know each other.
Oh, well, I've a fairly
standard background
er, Wellington, then Oxford.
I'm the second son,
so no inheritance, sadly.
And so far, I have
loafed about the world,
I have frittered away my talents
and just generally failed to live up to
- my parents' expectations.
- [ Chuckles ]
But all that has changed since
I turned over my new leaf,
and now, I have an actual job
with an American bank in the city.
Ooh, a job. Impressive.
I mean it's a hateful bloody job,
but it has what my
father calls "prospects",
so I'm sticking to it.
- You?
- Well, I am the firstborn.
But as a girl, no inheritance
either, obviously.
And no school, nor university,
of course. Ditto the girl thing.
In fact, apart from being
taught French and horse riding,
I am completely uneducated.
And therefore, a job is
beyond my reach, sadly.
Nevertheless, you've written
two very funny novels, so I hear,
and pieces for Tatler and Vogue.
That must generate a few quid?
Well, it keeps me in shoes.
Actually I know a fair bit
about you and your family,
thanks to your sister's love life
being splashed in all the papers.
And I know Joss, of course,
who adores you.
And I'm afraid I even know bloody,
damnable Hamish.
- Oxford?
- Mmm.
It's a stupidly small world.
[ Band finishes song, applause ]
And, on top of all that,
I've fancied you from afar for years.
You have a superb body.
And so, on the face of it, as I say,
we're the perfect match.
Of course, that still begs the question
of sexual chemistry.
So crucial in a marriage,
wouldn't you say?
And we can't know about that until
Well?
Well, what?
Will you marry me?
[ Laughs ]
[ Men grunting ]
Man: Touché.
- Jolly good show, old man.
- Thank you.
- Hello, darling.
- Hello.
Thank you for coming here.
I'm sorry, I simply can't risk
us being seen together
in public right now.
The damn press are all over me.
Of course. I understand.
[ Door closes ]
I wanted to explain in person
that I shall be
- going away for a bit.
- Right.
Mosley: After the funeral,
I need to recharge
and prepare myself for
a big push this autumn.
On the back of Hitler's
success in Germany,
I feel sure that we can
achieve the same thing here.
So I've decided I'm going
to summer in France,
have a complete rest, you know.
With?
Well, Alexandra has offered to take me
to her place on the coast.
Just the two of you?
You and your dead wife's sister?
God, it's it's not like that.
There's nothing in it. Nothing at all.
[ Sighs ]
Right, well
have fun, darling.
Goodbye.
[ Chuckles ] Diana.
Honestly, Diana!
[ Door slams ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Crying ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds chirping ]
- Peter: Ready? One, two, three.
- [ Nancy laughs ]
Peter: Great.
I'm going to try and not to
[ Groans ] Okay.
- Well done.
- [ Music plays ]
I thought we'd break it.
[ Laughs ] We didn't break it.
Peter: We didn't. [ Laughs ]
[ Laughs ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Peter: The last few weeks have been
the absolute most fun I've ever had.
And I very much blame you for that.
I apologise unreservedly.
I'm glad this all started out as a joke.
Maybe it's the only way either of us
would've taken it seriously.
Mmm.
[ Sighs contentedly ]
- Did you and Hamish ever
- What?
You're worried I might be soiled goods?
No.
Isn't the whole "virgo intacta" thing
rather an outdated idea?
No, it's not that It's just
I'd like to know if I can, you know,
look Hamish in the eye next time
I bump into him at Quaglino's.
You can.
Good.
[ Birds chirping ]
And you?
[ Chuckles ] Well, I don't think
you'd expect or want a man of my age
to be a virgin, would you?
- Nancy: Hmm.
- Hey, come on.
It's all behind me now
ancient history.
A chap just wants to feel
that the woman he wants to
be his wife
is all his.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Giggles ]
When Farve realised we
were all visiting Diana
in spite of his edict,
he was forced to capitulate.
After all, she was family.
Unity: Ah! [ Laughs ]
Oh! Thanks so much for letting
me use you as a dressing room.
It's just that Father's
absolutely banned
anything political,
so I told him I'm having tea with you.
Then, we're off to the cinema.
- You won't forget, will you?
- Diana: Of course not.
Thanks.
Last week, I sold more
copies of The Blackshirt
than anyone else.
And this week,
I want to break my own record.
- Any word from Mosley?
- Nothing.
He must be enjoying the
French air too much.
Couldn't you write to him?
One must never tug at
mens' sleeves, Bobo.
It has quite the reverse effect.
Besides, I'm thinking of
taking a trip abroad myself.
Bryan has the children in
Ireland for a whole month,
so I'm free to travel.
I wondered if you'd like to come with?
- Where to?
- Germany.
Germany?
See for ourselves how
the fascist system works
now that it's actually in government?
God, yes!
Oh, Nard, the other members
are going to be so jealous.
- Or is it a secret?
- Not at all.
Tell who you like.
Anyway, [Sighs] now that I
have my divorce settlement,
we are independent women
with independent means.
We can do whatever we like.
- Nancy: Thank you so much.
- Driver: Thank you.
- Lady Redesdale.
- Muv: Hello, David.
[ Door closes ]
[ indistinct chatter, laughter ]
It's nearly 3:00.
How long can a luncheon take?
He's not going to say no, is he?
Darling, I don't really know.
I mean, obviously,
he can't stop us getting married.
But I would like his blessing.
Muv: You've waited over
10 years for this moment.
I can't see another 10 minutes
will make much difference.
And to be honest,
I never thought we'd see the day.
Huh, thank you.
Well, I do hope that you're
absolutely certain about this,
because I couldn't bear the
disgrace of another divorce.
Of course I'm sure.
The trouble with young people nowadays
is that they expect marriage
to bring total happiness,
and they're completely wrong.
Marriage takes a great deal
of forbearance and compromise
and, well sacrifice,
actually.
[ Door opens ]
Well
[ Laughs ]
Congratulations.
[ Peter laughs ]
- [ Music playing ]
- [ Soft moaning ]
Like the beat, beat,
beat of the tom-tom ♪
When the jungle shadows fall ♪
Like the tick, tick,
tock of the stately clock ♪
As it stands against the wall ♪
[ Peter groans ]
Ooh.
Well, there you are then.
Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it.
- The thing is to relax.
- Ah.
For some reason, it's customary.
Oh, by the way, I had a letter
from your father's solicitor yesterday.
What on earth about?
He says he's not going
to make any kind of
financial settlement on us.
- Such a bore.
- You asked him?
Of course. I asked my lot too,
but nothing doing there either.
I did say, Farve's got barely
anything left since the Crash.
Oh, come on. He's got this place,
and a whack of land.
Anyway, I hope he continues
to pay your allowance,
or we will be very much on mean street.
You'll have to write a bestseller.
Right, I better pop back to my room
before the servants clock I'm gone.
Oh, don't frown, darling.
It makes you look old.
I love you.
- Night.
- Night.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Let me spend my life
making love to you ♪
Day and night ♪
Night and da-a-a-ay ♪
[ Sighs ]
[ Cheers, applause ]
Crowd: Heil, heil, heil
[ Birds chirping ]
Deborah: Nancy? Nancy-y!
Please, please, please!
Nope. Out of the question, Stubblow.
But I've never been one,
and I might never get to be one,
and it will be all your fault!
If I had you, I would
have to have you all,
and that would be five
bridesmaids' dresses.
Far too expensive!
And you know how hard-up
Farve is these days.
Sorry, Stubbs.
And Prod and I can't afford it either.
We're going to be
terribly poor ourselves,
at least to start with.
You're not poor. You can't say that.
Look at all these presents.
Oh, well, not poor-poor,
but certainly not rich.
You know, a housewife died
of starvation this week?
- Oh, darling.
- She had two pounds a week
to feed seven babies on.
She went without, so that her
babies might live. That's poor.
But this is this is
disgusting by comparison.
It's so clearly not fair. Can't you see?
I'm afraid, darling, life isn't fair.
That's why it's so incredibly important
to be grateful every
day for what you have,
and to be kind and considerate
to those less fortunate.
And I don't see how I personally
could have helped that poor mother.
But there are things we can do!
We can march, campaign,
work in soup kitchens.
Or sell all of this
and give the money to
the socialist cause!
That is enough, Decca.
- That's enough, thank you.
- Arrgh!
Another vase.
I'll have 25 vases in this house,
- but nothing to sit on.
- Darling, don't complain.
People are so kind to send you presents.
No, I am very grateful,
for for all of it,
and especially to you and Farve
for organising the whole event.
She's home.
[ Car engine rumbles ]
Muv: Oh, how grown-up she looks.
Unity: Thanks, driver.
She does look different.
She looks like a fascist.
Unity: And there were the
most beautiful lights
flashing across,
and there were 400,000 people there,
to celebrate him coming to power.
Imagine! You should have seen it, Boud.
Euphoric! All because of him.
You went to a N-Nazi rally?
Good God, Farve will actually
kill you if he finds out.
It was without doubt the best
moment of my life so far.
And everyone there was
just so nice to us.
No, they're ruthless bullies.
That's not true, Boud.
I've seen it for myself.
The people worship him. It's amazing.
It's like floating in an ocean of love.
Nancy: What on earth has got into you?
You sound like a a cult member.
Come on, Stubbs, I don't
want you infected with this.
You can tell me about it later.
Goodnight.
Jessica: So did you hear him speak?
He was
electrifying.
You should have seen it, Boud.
I should have hated it
and him.
You know I would.
For the first time in my life,
I felt properly alive.
Just in that moment, I saw my destiny.
Destiny? What do you mean?
For years, I have been
downtrodden in this family,
like Germany has been by Europe.
But it no longer signifies.
Germany has risen
and soon
I too shall rise.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Whistle shrills,
men shouting indistinctly ]
Diana: Thank you.
Mosley: Diana!
Diana.
You didn't get my letter?
[ Sighs ] I've been dying to see you.
In public? What if you're recognised?
I don't give a damn.
[ Sighs ] I've missed you.
Oh? Really?
I, er I hear you went
to the Nuremberg Rally.
Yes. Fascinating
seeing him in action, how he operates,
how he hypnotises those vast crowds.
Impressive.
Well, I look forward to
hearing all about it.
[ Diana chuckles ]
Wait, wait.
[ Sighs ]
I've realised how much you mean to me.
[ Train whistle blows,
car engine rumbles ]
I love you.
And only you.
[ Music swells ]
Come on, then.
Nancy: Meanwhile,
in anticipation of our wedding,
Peter and I had rented a dear
little house in the suburbs.
Finally, the wait was over,
and I was going to be a wife.
A-and here is your wedding
present in situ.
I absolutely love it. Thanks so much.
Ta-da! Please, have a seat.
It fits in very nicely.
I must say, you've arranged
it all to perfection,
given your budget.
And, er, no maid, so I've
cleaned the whole place myself.
I've never worked so
hard in my life. Look.
But somehow, I'm loving it.
Of course you are.
It's your first very own home.
Has Peter seen this
wonderful transformation?
Ah, he's coming today after work.
And by this time tomorrow,
you'll be Mrs Peter Rodd.
[ Posh accent ] Miss Mitford
is finally off the shelf
- at the age of 97.
- [ Diana laughs ]
[ Posh accent ] And she
doesn't look a day over 80.
[ Both laugh ]
And you look well.
- Very well, in fact.
- [ Sighs ]
Mosley? All back on then?
- Diana: Yes.
- Right.
You don't approve?
I can't quite stomach the
whole Blackshirt thing
all that marching about
and saluting the Leader.
You haven't met him properly yet.
At least meet him,
listen to him before you
dismiss him out of hand?
Yes. Yes, sorry, you're right.
You're right.
And I'm glad that you're
happy in love again.
Now, look at us both.
And I wish you all the very
best of luck for tomorrow.
Thank you.
[ Doorbell rings, knock on door ]
Oh.
Need a piss, pronto.
Oh, dear. Bit of pre-match nerves?
Yes.
I'll leave you to it.
Good luck, darling.
See you in church.
Nancy: Bye.
[ Birds chirping ]
So, after a long and,
frankly, tedious debate,
I told them they could shove it.
- What?
- Stuff it up their arse!
You've resigned?!
I will not be ordered about by idiots!
So, how are we going to pay the rent?
Oh, fuck the rent.
Don't you get it? I'm free.
No, we can't fuck the rent.
We have to pay the rent.
Or else they'll kick us out.
And I've just got the whole
place arranged nicely.
Peter: Well, you pay
the bloody rent then.
Why must it always be the man?
Isn't that [ High voice ]
a rather outdated idea?
Oh, wha-a-at?
You want to just call the wedding off?
Call the whole bloody thing off!
I don't care!
If it's just all just
going to be about money
I thought you wanted a new life?
- A more stable
- What you don't understand
is that it's all a massive gamble
life, marriage.
I never thought you'd say yes.
[ Laughs ]
You were the third damn woman
I proposed to that week.
[ Laughs ]
And you said yes.
[ Laughs ]
[ Church bells ringing, birds chirping ]
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Shutter clicks ]
Photographer: Three, two, one.
Can you move slightly
further together for me?
Lovely. Three, two, one.
- Tom?
- Yes?
Photographer: Three, two, one.
Thank you.
- Thank you so much.
- That wasn't so bad, was it?
Do you think they've crashed and died?
Maybe.
Sorry. Sorry, I just need a moment.
Er, driver? Pull over.
Can I ask you something?
Yes, of course.
Do you like him?
Oh, pumpkin.
It really doesn't matter whether
I like him or not, does it?
If you're having doubts
then we can jolly well turn
around and go right back.
And I will sort everything out.
- Thank you, darling.
- [ Farve chuckles ]
I'm going to miss you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Nancy: My brother Tom,
my sisters and my parents
all pulled together
to make my big day a truly special one.
Tom: You look wonderful.
Nancy: Still reeling from
Diana's scandalous divorce,
the family needed
something to celebrate
to show a united front to the world.
Little did we know,
it would be our last hurrah
for years to come.
And how was I feeling
as I prepared to walk down that aisle?
Well, amazing what a girl
will do on the rebound,
isn't it?
Deborah: I expect I'll
fall in love one day.
I've started work on a new novel.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
You're going across Europe alone?
- Yes, why not?
- [ Laughs ]
We have everything. Others have nothing.
That's not our fault.
We have to marry in utmost secrecy.
Seems there's a political extremist
in every family, these days.
Good riddance, fascist.
- Piew!
- Oh!
- [ Phone rings ]
- Woman: Hello?
Jesus God.
Mosley: Only fascism can succeed.
His politics are my politics.
What are you thinking?
- What have they done to you?
- It was the police.
My book isn't going to stop this.
What do you do when
someone you really love
does something really awful like this?
You have no idea how much I've given up
to be with you.
You've changed completely.
You think you know me
better than I know myself!
Well, you don't!
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