The first 200 lines.
Previously on Paper Dolls...
Sorry, were you waiting?
Psych!
Got a little surprise for you.
Who better to take them global than Mr Jetsetter himself?
Screw you!
Buckle up, ladies. I'm gonna make you superstars.
I know it's hard when the student
takes over from the teacher,
especially when the teacher fucks over the student.
A schoolgirl outfit?
Sexy schoolgirl.
Sexy rocker.
Provocative wild child. Seductive ingenue.
There's a yearning in this.
A wanting. Make me feel it.
What is your problem? You've been at me since I got here.
-Can you just... -You don't even know me.
I know enough.
# And I-I-I... #
- And you're his... - Daughter.
I want bigger, darker, sexier.
You'd better watch out, Chucky.
Izzy might steal your daddy. Yeah.
-You get a good night's sleep? -I did, actually.
You need to manage that because he won't.
What the fuck?
# I-I-I-I am the monster you created
# Say hello to the monster. #
Is this... Is this on?
We good? OK!
Crash TV is live outside Roselands Shopping Centre
where fans are lining up to pre-order the debut album of...
Harlow!
OK, OK, who's your favourite?
- I've loved Izzy forever. -Mm-hm.
Lillian is so pretty.
Annabel is hilarious.
And, uh, tell me, what about you, gentlemen?
Oh, Jade. She's sexy as hell.
Marry me, Jade!
Ooh! Look out, Jade. He's coming for you.
# I've never known a girl like you before
# Now just like in a song from days of yore
# Here you come a-knocking, knocking on my door
# Well, I've never met a girl like you before
# You give me just a taste so I want more
# Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
# 'Cause now you got me crawling Crawling on the floor... #
Come home with me.
No, I can't. I'm working tomorrow.
-What do you do? -Call centre. Criminally boring.
Hey. Hey, you don't have to hide it. It's OK.
You're not out, are you?
It's fine.
I'm Naomi, by the way.
I'm Jacinta.
These are not the hands for manual labour.
Ooh, busted.
Travel agent.
Look at these stunning nails.
You know, these make for a very bad lesbian.
Also kind of a rich lesbian.
What?
Nothing. It's just...nice being here.
This is nice.
Work's been a little bit hectic lately.
At the call centre?
Yep.
OK. Drinks.
I've got vodka, or I've got...vodka.
I will go...
Do we have any vodka?
Christ on a fucking bike, it's you!
You're her. Jade! Harlow Jade!
No, that's not... I'm not...
This is so awesome.
Oh. Hey, what's going on?
I'm really sorry. I just... I can't be here.
I have to... I have to go.
Uh, Jade, wait!
Oh, fuck.
Shit!
Jade! Jade! I love you!
Well, some security would have helped.
OK, you've got a phone, haven't you?
OK, when the door opens, you lead the way inside.
-Why me? -Because you're you.
Don't stop for anything.
OK. OK, heads down, stay together.
Sounds perfectly safe.
Hey!
What the hell?
Just stay with her, stay with her.
Jade.
And that's how going double platinum feels.
What the hell was that?! You just left us!
Jade. What happened?
It was fucking insane, that's what happened.
What do you mean? That was epic. We are truly fucking famous!
-Course you'd get off on this. -Jade, are you OK?
Yeah, no, I'm fine. I just need a minute.
I'm fine.
This could be make or break, so this week needs to be seamless.
All focus is on the album launch.
The messaging needs to be consistent.
You always have to be on brand.
Ooh, a secret boyfriend.
Phones. Focus.
So, the scrutiny is going to be next level.
And what better way to kick off than with Gordie's show?
Who hates us. "Beauty pageant hacks."
He literally called us that.
OK, well, now is your chance to change his mind, OK?
Remember what we prepped. FM radio means what?
-Shameless dick swinging. -Casual misogyny.
Energy.
Millions of people tune in to listen to this show, OK,
so back yourselves in there, right?
Annabel mounts a charm offensive.
Jade takes the lead on the music.
Izzy plays a small target
and you two just try not to make a mess, OK?
Alright, good. Let's go.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
You're listening to Gordie and Bridie on XSR-FM.
OK, well, you know how much I love them
and joining us here this morning in the studio,
it's the girls from 'Pop Rush'.
Uh, I think you mean Harlow, Gordie.
Oh, yeah, that's right, because they're a band now.
Oh, you know what? Forget him. Yay! I finally get to meet you.
We are so excited to be here.
You girls are kicking it outta the park.
Your first single going double platinum.
Your album's coming out this week. I mean, you're everywhere.
Alright, calm down, Bridie. Let's get real.
You guys sell albums
based on popularity from a television show.
Oh, come on, Gordie!
There is no real musical artistry here.
The show launched us, sure, but now it's about the music.
See?
At the end of the day, we're artists.
It doesn't matter how we got here.
Yeah, can tell by the way
you shake your butts in those little hotpants.
Oh, OK, I would kill to have one of those butts, actually.
There's a bit more to it than that.
Says the girl whose daddy runs the label.
- Oh! - Oh, come on, Gordie.
Yeah, they're amazing.
Thousands of musos -
you know, ones that play actual instruments -
you know, they work their arses off
to make their dreams come true
and you guys just get it handed
to you on a silver platter.
We've worked very hard to be here.
We deserve this as much as anyone.
Do you? Because it looks like anybody could do it.
I mean, "Tori, you're out. Izzy, you're in."
Wow, Gordie. I mean, I knew you were going to be reductive...
Hey, she's got a bit of bite after pulling an all-nighter.
Izzy's not the only party animal in the group.
People talk.
What's he talking about?
Truth is, you're a fraud.
You guys are a money-making fraud
and people are gonna see straight through it.
You have no idea the sacrifices that we've made to do this.
Jade. Babes.
What the fuck is going on?
Ohh. OK.
Jesus. Are you going to cry?
Aren't you used to that, Gordie? Or have you stopped dating?
Ouch! Zinger, she got you!
And there she is, hey? Izzy James, risen from the dead.
Are you still throwing up in our green room?
Things got a bit hairy back then, didn't they?
Look at you now. The nice girl.
Nobody's more surprised than me.
Total pile-on, wasn't it?
You know, from the media and everything
when you had your meltdown?
What would you say was the real bottom-of-the-barrel moment?
Come on, Iz. Come on, turn this shit around.
Smashing my ex's lounge room window with a tyre iron.
Oh, yes, girl.
- Hell, yes! - There she is.
Really pissed him off. Can't think why.
You better watch out, Gordie.
- Yeah, apparently so. - There you have it.
Harlow's debut album is hitting shelves later this week.
That's good.
And don't forget to catch
their album launch party live
on Crash TV Friday at 8:00pm.
- Ooh, I cannot wait. - Me too.
- Hi. - Did you tell anyone about us?
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