Too Much (2025) s01e09 Episode Script

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-I feel I don't even know you!
-I don't like these people either.
They fucking hate you!
Hey. Bonjour.
Your room service, monsieur.
The customer care at this hotel
is extremely, extremely personal.
It's the concierge's goal to bring
ultimate pleasure to our gold-star guest.
Sorry.
I think that my concierge
persona is getting mixed up
with, like, my Hertz auto
phone operator persona.
But lucky for you,
both of them are sluts.
Um, hello. Good morning.
Okay, I'm
getting off ya.
It's like noon.
Do you wanna wake up?
'Cause you have soccer.
Fuck.
-Football.
-Are you sick?
Oh my God, why is that so
green? Looks like dinosaur food.
Dinosaur food?
How do you know
about dinosaur food?
None of us do.
None of us know what they eat.
Hey.
Morning. Hi.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I just woke up.
I'm not always gonna be super chipper
first thing in the whatever.
Afternoon? It's like really late.
You know? Um
I guess I just I don't know.
I feel like you've been kind of
strange ever since the wedding.
-Like, I know we had our fight. It
-It wasn't a fight.
Well, we yelled.
Uh
Well, you yelled.
Doesn't mean I yelled.
I guess I just feel like you're
really far away right now.
I feel like I'm talking to you
through, like, the bulletproof glass
in customs after, like,
an international flight,
and you're jet-lagged, and
I'm sitting here being like,
"Is he who he says he is?"
Fucking hell, that's a bit
dramatic, don't you think?
Where's my socks?
Oh, there they are.
Thank you for this.
See you
after footy, 'kay?
'Kay, have fun.
Love you.
Cutie.
The thing about old
habits, Wendy, is they die hard.
Just when you think you're
free, something happens,
and you're right back
where you started.
What?
What the fuck?!
Wendy Jones, I'm sick
of the bullshit, okay?
You wanna walk around in
little knit booty shorts
and have a female lizard
named Beavis? Go for it.
You want to have the most pert
butt in the Northern Hemisphere?
Knock yourself out.
You want to get engaged
to my ex-boyfriend
seven minutes after I had what
was probably his abortion?!
Be my guest!
But the one thing I
will not stand for
is you wearing my mother's
ironic Nixon T-shirt!
Zev Goldstein, you stole my shirt,
and you gave it to your new bitch,
and that's not okay, fucker!
I wanna say, "Kiss
the width of my ass!"
Kiss my ass, I'm
fuckin' petulant ♪
Boom! ♪
Shout for her.
Leo, shout for her!
Quickly!
-Oh fuck.
-Yes! Yes!
-Ref!
-Nothing above the head.
That's not my head. That's
my fucking shoulder, mate.
-Just chill out, dude.
-Pint of cunt.
It doesn't hurt me.
It's beautiful.
Okay, yeah, line.
Fuck's sake!
We going round yours, then?
Thought you didn't want
to come round mine.
I guess I just can't
quit you, mate.
Well, all right, but
we're in the final stages
of prep for the
protest on Friday,
so you'll wield a Sharpie.
There's a joke in
there somewhere about
how a Sharpie is the
only thing you can wield
'cause your cock doesn't work,
but I can't think of it
'cause I'm too fucked.
No, I I think you thought of it.
Do you think that
they're really dating?
They're, like, fucking.
I hear her on the
phone with him,
and she's like, "Dane!
Oh, Dane, my steed."
Like, he picks her up in a convertible
with, like, his ponytail all loose.
That's sending a chill
down my spine. I hate that.
I mean, good for mom that
she's able to find, you know,
a man that she's actually
attracted to at her advanced age.
My college friend, she tried
to set me up with this guy.
She's like, "Oh, you have to meet him.
He's so sweet. He's a businessman."
"He would love to
be a stepfather."
-I plug his name into the Google machine.
-Mm.
What I get is an
article that says,
"I knew I had to lose 500 pounds
when I couldn't see my own penis."
I'm not saying that I'm a picnic,
but, like, is this what I deserve?
Is this who people think
I'm meant to be with?
Meanwhile, my uh, ex-husband is
getting laid left, right, and center.
There's gonna be
someone for you.
You know, if you want
there to be, there is.
Yeah.
You know, maybe we're just, um,
not meant to be in a relationship.
You know, genetically,
you and me.
Maybe
only our mom is.
Cool. That'd be really cool.
Hey! I'm just
droppin' Dash's backpack.
He's at Theo's, and I can't
explain why it's dripping wet.
-You'll just you'll have to analyze that.
-Okay. I have to call you back, binch.
Uh, just just a moment!
Just a
moment, I said, okay?
I real I just
wanna I'll be very fast.
Just a second.
I just Uh
Okay.
-Look, I've seen your breasts.
-Doesn't fit.
-If that's what you're worried about.
-Yeah, no, I know.
But they've, uh, changed
since the last time
that you got
wind of them, so
-Okay, well, you've
-I just
Hey, you've always been
a fan of human rights. And, uh
I'm still a human, so I've got
a right to see your breasts.
Know what? Fuck it. Come in. Whatever
you have to say, you can say.
I just wanted to be, um
-You're putting on makeup?
-Yeah, I have an event tonight.
Okay. Well, I I
don't want to keep you.
I just wanted to say thank you
for pickin' up Dash at Theo's.
It probably makes the most sense
since you're taking him to the
Liberty Science Museum tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm not just taking him
to the Liberty Science Museum.
I'm actually escorting an
entire class of eighth graders
to the Liberty Science Center.
-Sorry.
-So I can be a supportive parent.
And a healthy part of the New
York City public school system.
Yeah, no, I Sorry.
That totally makes
sense. Well thank you.
Do you have time for a
coffee? Would you want
I could make a I could
just make a quick
No. No.
Okay, well, sorry. Well, have fun
Sorry. Have fun at your event.
Is this um, are they
people that I know? Is this
-Nope. New people.
-Oh. New people?
Yeah, just different couples, single
people, Americans, foreign people.
Just a whole bunch.
-Big new event.
-That's fun.
That sounds great.
Good for you for
just makin' new friends.
Is that Do you mind
if I just really
-Because if you're
-Yeah, I didn't blend yet.
No, I know, but it looks like you've
got It's in your hair a little bit too.
-I know you're going to blend it.
-TikTok trick.
It's, but you know,
it's kind of
-Get off of me! Get off of me.
-What? Sorry.
-No, but you looked at me like
-I did not look.
You're trying to blend my makeup
like I'm a baby. I can blend my own.
You did kiss eyes, so then I want
to kiss you 'cause you made the eye.
That's like saying a woman walked down
the street with her skirt too short.
That's not! I didn't say you had blow
job eyes. I said you had kiss eyes.
Not even in the least.
Okay, sorry. That's on
me, then. I apologize.
-It's on you.
-Okay, have a good All right.
-No, have a Good luck with the event.
-Jameson?
-What if we just fucked super fast?
-Oh my God. No!
Cunt!
Enough! Enough of
that fucking word!
Yeah, we're
celebrating Christmas,
but at the same time, the
world is burning up, you know?
-Right as we speak.
-Mm.
The sun is literally
burning us alive.
Every single one of us, you know?
Drugs are dividing the nation.
So the tag line is, yeah,
"Lose your bells and whistles,"
but it's also, "Lose
the fucking bullshit."
This is an apocalypse.
Um
Uh
So do you want to make movies?
Uh, movies are
dead at the minute,
but maybe they go back
to being good, yeah.
-Is that your phone?
-Yeah.
-Look at it. Is this your phone?
-Yeah.
Oh my God. It's so tiny. It
It's like a wee playing
card, isn't it?
Yeah. I can't really afford a
better one at the minute, but
It's okay. Santa's comin'.
Ho ho ho.
You better watch out.
Yeah.
I always say to my, um
my colleagues, my
younger my younger, uh
storytelling, film
making colleagues.
I always say that you've got to make a
story that only you can tell, you know?
-Do you want me to take that back?
-Oh!
-You've got a message. Who's Darren?
-Uh
I'm not readin' it. It's
from from Darren.
-I can answer that. Hi, Jess.
-Okay. That's weird.
-Hi, Gayle. Nice tennis shoes.
-Hi. Thanks. They're new.
I knew it. I know a
shopaholic when I see one.
Um, Jim.
Do you wanna go over the shot list? I
want to make sure we break for lunch.
"Do you wanna go over the shot list? I
want to make sure we break for lunch."
-Uh, are you talk
-"Are you talk"
Okay, do you wanna check
in with the clients?
"Do you want to check in really
quick with the with the clients?"
-Okay, I will.
-"Okay, I will."
-I can help.
-Right.
Are you copying me?
Are you, uh,
getting on with your job?
Okay, I'm gonna, um, just
go check I'll be back.
All right. Do you want to order
some breakfast burritos with me?
-It's a bit late for breakfast.
-'Cause I'm amazing at ordering burritos.
-Oh, good.
-Want to get some?
-I need to head this way. Head out.
-I'll go with you.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Have yourself A merry
little Christmas ♪
Jess!
Hi. We're just settin'
up for the first shot.
Um, how are you guys?
Honestly, we're just so thrilled to be
out of the office. Field day.
Yeah. We want to keep out of the
way, let you do what you do best.
And by the way, it's not exactly
the concept that Jim pitched us.
We love taking
chances, don't we?
But, um, do we feel like 100%
on the whole apocalypse thing?
-I assumed it was all approved.
-Well
But, uh, yeah, I can go Do
you want me to talk to Jonno?
-Yes, I think so.
-Yeah, maybe that's a good idea, I think.
Hey, Jessiana.
Uh, so I know this isn't, like,
medically speaking, my job.
But seeing as I love to insert
myself where I'm not needed.
Oh my God.
I overheard one of the makeup
girlies talking in the trailer.
She says Rita Ora
hates her look.
Um, so, obviously that's a huge
yikes for us. Whoa, gay elves.
That's a little
much, even for me.
So, we really need to sort that. She's
in her trailer, depresso right now
'cause he feels overtly sexualized
in a way that "borders on abuse."
-Did she say "abuse"? That word?
-No, that's, like, my word.
But I feel like
I really get her.
She feels like she can't say it,
right? 'Cause she'll be labeled a diva.
-She'll lose work. That still happens.
-She might say it.
Did I tell you, by the way,
I spent the most amazing,
semi-sensual night in bed
with our locations person?
It was incredible, but
what am I doing? Locations!
So if we sneak off to check on a permit
or whatever, it's probably for sex.
Um, gay sex with me, Boss.
If you have a moment, I would love
to just briefly trauma dump on you
about how my early sexual experiences
are really affecting my ability
to be fully present in
this dynamic, you know?
Yeah, I totally get it. I
mean, join the fucking club.
I'm the president.
Have you seen Jonno?
No, although I've mainly been
looking downwards towards my phone.
Oh, Kim!
-Ah
-Guys!
Hey, um, can you let Jonno
know I'm gonna head home?
-Uh, where is he?
-I don't want to talk about it.
You don't want to talk about where
he is or why you're going home?
You can't go home.
This is your job.
Kim?
Hi. Hi?
Talk to me, girlfriend.
Come on!
We had sex.
It was more than sex.
We had sex, and she
hasn't reached out since.
She hasn't followed
me back on IG.
-That's crazy. I love your Instagram.
-I have a size able following.
She's being selfish.
I feel like she sees
me as a desperate piece
of old hag shoe leather.
You think she sees you that way?
Maybe it's because I don't
know how to handle a clit.
I can't believe
you're saying this.
You are the most cool, smart, hauntingly
beautiful person I've ever met.
If you don't know how to handle
a clit, I don't know who would.
I just feel like
you're so, just
I need to call Jonno
for just a second, okay?
And then I'm gonna give
you lots more compliments.
I mean, I wish I was gay.
With with you. I wish
we were gay together.
Passion cannot be extinguished.
Oh my God.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yo.
The fire of my passion
cannot be extinguished.
It's coming. It's
coming. She's on fire.
-No way, dude.
-The fire of my passion
Why do I love her? I love her.
She's crazy, and
I'm here for it.
Like, she lit herself on fire?
Damn, I would have lit myself
on fire too. Maybe I have.
Something about that girl,
I don't know if it was her voice
or or her her face in general,
um, uh, or the fact that she
was, like, literally on fire,
but something
annoyed me about her.
Tagging someone in a hateful way
when you don't even know them!
Isn't it crazy what
us girls do for love?
All right, guys, we have to
talk about this new fire girly.
Because she is taking Internet
stalking to a new level,
and I'm kind of here for it.
She has been talking to
her ex's new girlfriend
every day for an entire year,
crying, warning, raging,
unhinged, but relatable.
They're public. No.
They're all public.
I'm sick and want to throw up.
Dear Wendy Jones.
Here's the thing, Wendy.
There comes a moment, Wendy,
when you can squash your
intuition or you can listen to it.
Wendy, some days my mind just loops
over and over as I think about
the fact that if we hung out,
you would probably love me!
Dear Wendy Jones,
today would have been seven
my seventh anniversary. I am
Did he look at you,
Wendy, and say
Here's the funny thing. People
say to look out for red flags.
Men who call their ex crazy
or don't have a bed
Sometimes, Wendy, you have
to get your sparkle back.
This is gonna be a self-destructive
cycle ending in her premature death.
-Oh, what's wrong with you?
-Honestly, I think she's fine.
This is, like, so her to just
make, like, a thing about a thing.
-There you are.
-Jessica!
Jessica, are you hopping
on the conference call?
-Um
-Jessica, the the the Rita sit
Okay, I just need to take
a second to shit my pants.
Um
Okay. Where is she going?
Oh, we've got the smoothies, thanks. We
just need goat's butter for her coffee.
Beautiful accent. Um, I'm just
coming to check in really quick.
Finally.
I look horrific.
I look like a horny
Dobby the house elf.
Not you, Shirley. Face is beat.
Not that it's worthy
on this trash.
I'm sorry. I I'm, like, really
disarmed by how good you smell.
It's like a mix of birthday cake
and sex and, like, greenery.
And somehow that all
makes sense together.
Thank you. Look. It's my
new fragrance. Have one.
Oh, wow. Aura.
I get the pun. It's so
simple, yet effective.
Um, listen, I really want you to be happy,
but we're a little crunched on time.
If you want me to get you a
sundae to try to cheer you up
Don't do that to me.
Don't actress-talk me.
I know we're behind.
I know it all.
But I was told I was gonna
play Santa in a commercial
that told young girls
that we can do anything.
Now it's being played by
some random stunt guy.
Meanwhile, that bell
end Jim came in here
and asked for three centimeters
to be taken off my bra.
-It's already a bra. You can look.
-Yeah, totally. That's a bra.
-Um, yeah, he's a complete bell end.
-Bell-end.
I don't know what that means,
but get the gist of it.
So, yeah. Um, what
can I do to fix this?
Ugh!
By making me Santa.
Let's fuck up their
perceptions of beauty, babe,
by making me a fat
old Christmas man.
Hmm?
Hello?
I'm so sorry. Um, I have to
be fully honest with you.
I accidentally made my secret
social media, like, diary
addressed to my
ex's fiancée public.
I got so overwhelmed and worked up, I
think I accidentally tagged her in one.
So she's definitely seen it.
And now she's probably seen a
lot of them. And there's 537.
I feel like my energy is
just, like, really intense.
It's just, like, a little
bit off all of the time.
And so now, I'm like literally
racked with unspeakable terror.
I've basically, like, ruined my life,
which is just now becoming tolerable.
Like, just now I'm like,
"Okay, I'm starting to like
it here in this little life."
Um, how can they
make it one button?!
How can it be just one button
to go from private to public?!
There should be a
login or something!
There should be, like, three
steps to make sure the person
really wants it to
be public, right?
Whoa. Let's back it up. Yeah?
So you have some sort of fake
finsta social media platform.
-Yeah. Yes.
-Addressing your ex's
Fiancée, they're
getting married.
Right. And now it's
up to how many views?
Ten million? 20 million?
I feel like most of
them have like 20 k.
And then there's one where I lit
myself on fire that has like 25.
Um, also, the woman,
the beautiful lady,
the fiancée is, like, a
public figure, which sucks.
She's Wendy Jones.
Who the fuck is Wendy Jones?
And you are way too close.
Okay. I mean, I guess you don't
keep up with the knitting community.
Okay. Listen.
The Internet doesn't
remember. Trust me.
You are the only one that
will remember your pain.
You need to learn to digest,
process, and you may never forget it.
Totally. You're right.
Oh my God. I feel like
I can, like, breathe.
Um, you're bringing my anxiety
into a window of tolerance.
I really, uh, like you.
Of course. Everybody does.
Now, listen, please. Please.
Can you get this
elf shit handled?
Or I will leave in a
respectful but immediate way.
-Yeah. Totally. Yeah.
-Thank you. No, thank you.
-'Kay. It's okay.
-Thank you.
I'm not crazy.
There was more.
I am such an idiot.
Why would I think that seeing a
woman would shift this dynamic?
You're putting a lot
of projection onto me.
It doesn't actually have
anything to do with me.
Jessica, are you hopping
on the conference call?
What conference call?
Please. You keep telling me about it,
and you're not telling me what it is.
Mind the crane! Mind the crane!
Okay.
Jessica.
Rita was told that she'd
be Santa. That's the issue.
-No, the issue is that Jim's walked off.
-He what?
Uh, he walked off.
He said he doesn't take creative notes
from people who he doesn't respect.
Oh my God. Rita is so
much more than an actor.
-She's a singer and a fragrance tycoon.
-Um I I think he meant you.
Okay, okay.
Where the fuck is Jonno?
You're going to find
yourself. Where?
Kids are gone. You're gone.
At least where it counts.
You've always said you would
do it all for the family.
But here you are.
We have everything we need,
and you're still gone.
No, it doesn't work.
And bringing up Diane has had me
realizing that I've done my mothering.
I've mothered them.
I've mothered you.
Something inside
of me has shifted.
I can shift with it. I
I can do it, darling.
It's time for me. I
want to do things.
I want to audit a
criminal psychology class.
I want to wear a flannel shirt
and not wash it for months.
I want to move into a warehouse
and plonk a mattress
right there in the floor
and have nothing
else except books.
Books all around me.
Yes, that's it.
Don't you lust for me anymore?
No, I don't, darling. I'm sorry.
That's hard to say, I know.
But I don't lust for anyone.
Maybe I need to lust for myself.
That's it. I want to gain
five stone if I want to.
And not have human
touch whatsoever.
I don't want hands on my body.
Maybe my own.
-No, Jonno.
-I beg of you.
-No, no, no.
-I beg of you.
Not the knees. It
doesn't work anymore.
Get up, Jonno!
No, he he's not answering.
Oh my God.
What do we do?
I don't know. Honestly,
I have no idea where he is.
I can try calling him again.
Okay, guys!
New plan!
Let's get him down here, nice and
safe. You want to grab his jacket?
Oh my God. Yes,
Rita! You look amazing.
Right?
Let's get her up there.
And
one, two, three, four.
-One, two
-Okay, one second, guys.
You know, the tag line is,
"Lose the bells and whistles."
So let's do it. Let's lose
the bells and whistles.
Uh, all right, my lovely crowd.
Let's step you off for five
minutes. Get yourself a coffee.
I don't think you
need all of this.
What do you think about
doing it by yourself?
Uh, yeah. I mean, I'm not in
a band for a reason, right?
-You okay up there?
-Yeah. Hey, Jess.
Oh! Yeah, okay. Not usin' it.
Uh, Fred, start with a slo-mo shot
of Rita coming down the chimney?
Copy that.
Oh my God, Jess. You're being
dom as hell. I fuckin' live.
Do you want to grab me a coffee?
Yeah.
Snow up!
Okay, a little bit more, guys.
Here we go.
And action.
Have yourself ♪
A merry little Christmas ♪
Let your heart be light ♪
Next year all our troubles ♪
Will be out of sight ♪
So have yourself ♪
A merry little ♪
Christmas now ♪
And cut.
Okay, that's a wrap
on Rita Ora, guys.
-She nailed it. Props to Jess.
-I'm legally dead. I'll never recover.
-She did it.
-What?!
Yes, it is my
business. Are you going to him?
-No, it's not.
-What are you saying, babe?
I'd rather eat glass than
live with a bunch of fuckin' snakes.
She didn't do it, Nicola!
I am telling you, she didn't touch
Trent. He had his hands all over her!
Why would I believe a word
that comes out of your mouth
when you didn't even
tell me what happened?
-What are you looking at?
-I was trying to protect you!
-You're a liar!
-Okay.
-Babe, I didn't do it.
-And why are you still crying?
Oh, boo-hoo! Boo-hoo, Cheryl.
-I'm not living there no more.
-I'm a snake as well, yeah? Okay.
-How dare you, you bitch?
-You have your suitcase!
You said you was leaving,
babes. Go on, then.
Fuck off!
Take your stupid, ugly
lizard shit with you.
Oh my God, I fucking hate you!
I trusted you! This is how you treat me?
-You're paying for this shit.
-Take your G-string.
Oh my God. I had the craziest
day. You will never believe it.
First of all, I accidentally made
my social media history public,
which I didn't mean
to, and it was like,
that could be a really
bad thing, right?
Like, people were commenting,
"What a fat idiot."
And then Zev, I mean, I
we'll just deal with that later,
even though I don't think I
ever have to deal with that.
'Cause people were commenting,
"Go off, mother angel,"
and, "You do you, goofy genius."
Like, they were happy.
And Jim walked off
set. Just walked off.
And Jono was nowhere to
be found. It was just me.
I had to direct. Time was
ticking. Money was burning.
And there I was,
and I didn't choke.
I didn't choke.
Like, I rose to the
fucking occasion.
Whoa. Sounds, like,
super action packed.
Really intense.
Nailed it.
Why are you being so weird?
Hmm?
Like, what's going on?
Well, what kind of reaction
were you hoping for?
Like, I said well
done, didn't I?
I mean, I guess just
like, normal reaction.
I was really excited to
tell you about my day.
Okay. Um
Was it that commercial thing
with Lana Del Rey or whatever?
You know what? Just because
you're not ambitious
doesn't mean I shouldn't
celebrate my accomplishments.
Sorry. I don't know
why I said that.
I mean, I don't even mean
that. I don't mean that.
Mm.
I just, um, yeah.
I'm gonna get some cigarettes.
-My man.
-What's good, Pietro?
-Long time.
-Thanks, dude.
Have to swing ♪
Have to swing ♪
Have to swing ♪
Have to swing ♪
Have to swing ♪
Fee-Fee! Where have you
been hiding, sweet boy?
Mwah! Mwah!
Madame Fiona.
I'm not gonna lie, I think about you
about once every two months.
I miss you.
Oh my God, I miss
this gorgeous thing.
This energy. This
naughty little face.
Come on.
Have to swing, have to swing ♪
I said to her, "Kate,
when you're in my home,
you're not a supermodel,
so don't be a super bitch."
And she hasn't even
spoken to me since.
But do you know what?
Fuck it. I don't care.
Even though I'm the one,
darling, that picked her up
after that boring
Diet Coke advert.
I'm the one that gave her the
Staffordshire pit bull bloody terrier
or what it was that
she didn't want.
I mean, she can run, but
she cannot hide.
Sounds like you two will
work it out in the end.
But it's a lot, Felix. You
know, it's a lot, darling.
I have to be responsible
for so many people
since Mark got done
for tax evasion.
Christ.
I have to take responsibility for
the consequences of his bad behavior.
I have to be like Hillary
Clinton, you know?
"Stand by your man because
he's done the dirty on you."
I mean, really. And I'm
not like that, darling.
I am honest to a fault.
I couldn't commit a crime
if it kicked me up the cunt.
Better off without him.
Some people are just,
like, better on their own.
It's like a mode, isn't it?
'Cause, like, you know, if you're
damaged in, like, exactly the right way,
sometimes you can sort of
fit perfectly with someone.
But then, like, I feel
like there are people
who are just,
like, too far gone,
like, by the time they meet
someone, do you know what I mean?
'Cause, like, when we're born, it's
like everything is just, like, light.
And, like, your heart is this well,
and it's just, like, shining in.
But then, like, the more
shit that happens to you,
it just gets sort of like
It just gets, like, bricked up.
So, like, the light
is still out there,
but, like, from the bottom of the
well, it's just like, all you can see
are these, like,
little pricks of, like,
I don't know.
Does that make sense?
Yeah, it makes
cocaine sense. Sure.
Mm.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Okay.
-You all right?
Yeah.
I left a note ♪
On his dresser ♪
You know, they say I
have iconic breasts.
Okay.
I actually feel a
bit dizzy. Sorry.
-Darling, do you want to sit?
-Yeah.
-Sit down. Have a seat.
-Yeah. Just for a second, sorry.
How can I sing ♪
Oh. Yep. Yeah.
-Hey.
-Hi.
Let's take
this off. Come on.
Okay. Yeah.
Oh, Fee-Fee, Fee-Fee, Fee-Fee.
Spit in my mouth.
Uh
Shouldn't I be on top for that?
-Ah.
-Hang on a sec.
-Hang on. Hang on. I could try again.
-Oh no.
No, darling. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no. No.
-Fuck.
-Down.
-What?
-Come on.
Okay. What are you doing?
-Where?
-Come on. Here. Here.
-What, like literally here?
-Yep.
Shit, Spanx.
-Mm, mm!
-Okay.
Oh!
Not ready, not yet. Too soon.
-I miss him. I miss him.
-Ow!
I miss him so much.
I mean, I know he was a cock,
darling, but he was my cock.
Oh, Christ. Oh. Uh
Go, go, go, go.
Don't talk
to my children!
Long dark blues ♪
The big star is falling ♪
Long dark blues ♪
Listen ♪
Long dark blues ♪
Listen ♪
Hi.
Hi.
Where were you?
Um
Uh, I was, uh, having
sex with an old woman,
um, and getting high on drugs.
And drinking.
I mean, she wasn't
She's old. Like
She's actually, like, quite
well-preserved. But, um
Yeah. I don't want
to lie to you.
Uh, I don't ever want
to lie to you, so
I'd rather you knew that
that's what I've been doing.
I mean, I've got
high a few times.
Got high with Auggie at his
house, and I've been drinking.
Like, I drank at the
wedding after you left.
Felix.
I'll be out all day so
you can get your stuff.
I will set you free ♪
Get back on your feet ♪
I'll brush myself off ♪
Get back on the street ♪
Now we're feelin' free ♪
Something you should know ♪
Now you've set me free ♪
Got nowhere to go ♪
So it goes ♪
So it goes ♪
So it goes ♪
Woke up free today ♪
Calling out your name ♪
But that's no big deal ♪
Happens every day ♪
When I'm free today ♪
Walking in the rain ♪
Tried to find your street ♪
But I lost my way ♪
Now that we are free ♪
One thing left to say ♪