01x03 - Episode 3

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- Hello.

- Come in.

Just in here.

Good to see you.

- Thanks.

- Did you get the DART out?

- I did get the DART out, yeah.

- Can I get you anything or--

- No, thanks.

Right.

Um--

I don't want to be a home-wrecker

or, uh, whatever.

- What do you mean?

- Like, I--

I don't want to hurt your marriage.

That's all.

- My marriage has survived
several affairs already.

- Oh. Really?

- I've just never been party to them.

- I see.

- So--

- Okay.

Let's go upstairs.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

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- Is this alright?
- Yeah.

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Um--

Sorry, I'm not, um--

My eyes are watering, that's all.

- Frances.
- Sorry.

Um--

It's, um, it's not real crying, I swear.

Um, I'm-I'm happy.

Um, it sort of happened before

when, um, when I was with Bobbi.

She says it's a symptom
of my repressed nature.

You can ask her about it.

Only please don't ever ask her.

- No, I won't.

- It's, um, it's just a physical thing.

I feel great. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

- I can't believe we just did that.

- Yes, you can.

Um--

I should probably tell you something.

Hmm?

- This is kind of awkward.

- Go on.

- I've never had sex with a man before.

- Right.

- Is it odd that I didn't
tell you beforehand?

- No.

It's totally up to you.

I was going to, um--

but then I... missed the moment.

Sorry.

I overthink things sometimes.

- Makes two of us then.

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- So what would you be doing
if I wasn't here?

- Um...

learning lines.

- Really?

For what?

- Um, going to Scotland
in a few days for a TV thing.

- Is it very glamorous?

Not in the slightest. Bullshit really.

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- Um, did you always want to be an actor?

- Um, from when
I was a teenager, I think, yeah.

- Um, what is it that you like about it?

If, um, that's something
that you can describe even.

- Yeah, um--

Find a certainty to it, I think.

Something--

Knowing what comes next, what to say.

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See you soon.

- Bye.

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Nick Conway, it's on here somewhere.

- When's it from?

- Ooh, it has a really bad rating.

- Uh, let's not do this. It's weird.

- No, it's not.

We know him now, so it's kind of obvious
we are going to do this.

- Yeah, well, it feels weird to me.

Well, apparently, he does take

his shirt off at one point.

You're into that kinda thing.

- Um, I'm not watching this, Bobbi.

- Okay.

Why do you feel the need
to defend him all of a sudden?

- I'm not defending him.

I just don't like sneering.

That's all.

- It's not what I'm doing,

and I'm not the one who described him
as a trophy husband, by the way.

- You're being mean.
- Mean?

It's not like
he's some great friend of ours, Frances.

We only know him because
he's married to someone interesting.

- Melissa's not
that interesting, actually.

- Really?

You're hilarious.

- What?

- You actually like him.

Oh.

What are you talking about?

- You like Melissa's husband.

You have a crush on him.

- Why does that even interest you?

- What?

- Are you jealous?

Is that it?

You like this?

- Mm!

f*ck, Frances.

- How did you and Melissa meet?

Am I allowed to ask that?

- Yeah, of course.

Um--

I was in London.

Been there since drama school,
working a lot.

- Sounds exciting.

Yeah, a bit.

I mean--

I didn't really like London.

I was lonely, I guess, and--

One night I was
at a friend's party in Highgate

and she was there. Um--

and we got talking and--

we hung out.

Hmm.

My entire romantic history is just Bobbi.

- Tell me about Bobbi.

- We were together in school.

It all came as a surprise to me.

You know, Bobbi is who she is.

You can imagine the stir
she caused when she arrived.

And I wasn't popular

but she chose me anyway.

It sort of changed my life,
if I think about us.

- You're quite intense together.

Are we?

Yeah, I guess.

- How did it end?

- It just did. I don't know.

I haven't been with anyone else since.

And--

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- Morning.
- Morning.

- Manuscript on your desk.
- Oh, thanks.

- Hey.
- Philip.

- How are you doing?
- I'm good. How are you?

Grand.

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- Do you have a secret second family?

- What?

- Like one of those men
they do podcasts about.

- Where's this line of questioning
coming from?

- I saw you in town today.

With a baby and a woman.

- That was my sister and my niece.

- Oh.

- I'd have made introductions
if I'd seen you.

- I know practically nothing about you.

- What do you want to know?

- How many siblings do you have?

- Just the one.

And you?
- I'm an only child.

And I come from a broken home.

Um--

- And when did they split up?

- Um, when I was 12.

- Must have been tough.

- No, it was ordinary.

I mean, they were, like,
terrible together,

so it was a relief.

Sorry, one sec.

...dreading it.

Yeah, that'd be the first thing.

Anyway, how's London?

- How long will you be away?

- Um--

For the rest of the summer, actually.

Working for a few weeks and then holiday.

Place in Croatia.

- I see.

Well, this has been
terribly enjoyable anyway.

I might have mentioned that.

Think you did.

I like hearing it, though.
- Yeah?

And after all this--

what happens then?

- I don't know.

- Okay.

- We just have to sort of see, I guess.

- Yeah.

- Safe travels.

- I'll call you.

Okay.

You're so handsome.

- I thought you were
attracted to my personality.

Do you even have one?

Um... okay, bye.

- Bye.

- Thanks.

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Look, I don't
care if you have a crush on Nick

and I wasn't trying
to embarrass you or whatever.

Sorry if it came across as such,

but it was really f*cked up of you
to accuse me of being jealous like that.

It is so stereotypically h*m*
to accuse a g*y woman

of being secretly jealous of a man,

which I know you know,

but even more than that,

it's really devaluing to our friendship

to make out like
I'm competing for your attention.

What does that say about how you see me?

Do you really rank our relationship

below your passing sexual interest

in some cis-het married guy?

It hurt my f*cking feelings actually.

How's that?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Really?

How's your own writing going?

- Slow.

- I thought you were disciplined
with these things.

- It's the summer, I guess.

- Hmm.
- Things drift.

- They do.

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Yeah, I'd say it's hard.

- Hey.

Hey. This is easier than messaging.

- Okay.

You alright?

- I just wanted
to get things straight, that's all.

I see. Um--

I mean, obviously,
we can't see each other right now.

- Okay, you wanna leave it, is that it?

Frances.

- I mean, I genuinely don't care.

Okay.

- Yeah.

Frances, I'm sorry, things here are just--

- Good night.

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Bobbi, hey, you're right.

It was a weird and wrong thing to say,
and I shouldn't have said it.

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I felt defensive
and I just wanted to make you angry maybe.

I feel guilty for hurting your feelings
over something so stupid.

I'm sorry.

Fine. I forgive you.

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Was that very hard for you?

Took you an awfully long time
to write back.

- I know. I'm bad at this.

- It's okay.

- I don't like fighting with you.

- Then don't be a d*ck.

- Okay.

- Are you around tomorrow?
I wanna meet you for a coffee.

- Okay.

- I'll text.

- ...when she gives the speeches.

Hi.

- Hi, Frances.

- Uh, hey.

How are you doing?

How was London?

- It was good. Good to be
somewhere else for a while.

- Sure.

- Hope you don't mind me joining you.

- No, not at all.

Can I get you anything?

- Uh, Americano.
Just black, please. Thanks.

- Okay. Be right back.

- Okay, ask her.

Okay. I have a request.

I wanted to use a quote
from Diamonds in my book.

- Really?
- If that's okay.

- Um--
- Frances.

You know what?

I can send you the essay
and see what you think.

It's-- There's no pressure, really.

I just think it works
really well thematically.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

- Um... Yeah, please send it.

- Okay.

I need to submit in the next few days
if that's alright.

You know, before I head away.

- Yeah, no, I'll take a look right away.

- Tell her about your house.

- Oh.

It's not our house.

My friend, um, actually,
my agent has a house in Croatia

and she lets us use it in the summer.

She showed me pictures, it's stunning.

- I was saying to Bobbi
that you two should come.

Well, we have people visit all the time.

There's plenty of room.

- Yeah, thanks.

Um, I just-- I don't think
I can afford to, so--

- We'd get the flights for nothing.

- Once you're there,
there's really nothing to pay for.

We'd feed you, I promise.

- Thanks, um, but I have work as well,

so, uh, I'll need to think.

- Frances, it's reading.

You can read anywhere.

- It's okay.
Let her think.

- Yeah, I'll think about it.

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You go then.

I'm not gonna go on my own,

that would be weird.

- Melissa likes you
more than she likes me.

- Yeah, and you like Nick
more than I like him,

and probably more than she does too.

Who cares?

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- Do we really wanna do this?

- It'll be fun.

- For you maybe.

- It would be a sin not to go.

Utter insanity.

Come on, Frances.

You've probably heard
we're going to Croatia.

I just wanted to assure you

I'm not planning on making a scene.

♪ I'm a three-legged dog ♪

♪ Workin' with what I got ♪

♪ And part of me ♪

♪ Will always be ♪

♪ Looking for what I lost ♪

♪ There's a fly around my head ♪

♪ Waiting for the day I drop dead ♪

♪ My DNA ♪

♪ Looks pretty strange ♪

♪ Can you see it ♪

♪ On my breath? ♪

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