I May Destroy You

Still says two minutes.

Just gotta wait.

Oh! He's kissing me in public.

Stop this smoking shit.

If this is what I get for a smoking addiction,

maybe I should tell him about the coca--

-No. -Okay. Okay.

Every guy, they just want to fuck.

Mm, not Simon.

I tried that. I was very drunk.

He shoved me over on the floor and ran outside the flat.

Huh. Wise friend.

Oh, it's round the corner.

Every time you come, you bring so much shit.

Hello, Marco, it's Arabella.

February, I'm busy. March, I have some time.

-You gonna come to London? -No, London is shit.

No sand, no beach.

In March, you come.

They-- they fly me here because they think I'm working.

Just show them what you've done so far.

So what I'm saying is, what does that actually look like

when all I've done here

is eat four-cheese pizza and a dick?

You need to chill out with the bags.

They might not let me come back.

-So? -So...

Are you gonna miss me?

I don't like this sort of conversation.

Doesn't have to be a conversation.

Are you gonna miss me, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?

Could just say yes, it wouldn't be a conversation.

Ciao, bella.

So, we'll talk?

Okay.

When?

Don't know... when.

When I'm ready to call you, I call.

Bye.

Don't forget the sea,

she's gonna be asking for when you come again.

Yeah, so, um,

how was Italy this time?

Um, productive?

- So productive. - Good.

- Welcome home. - Good, good.

- Yeah. - Whoo!

Good. And-- and how you feeling about the draft?

Good. Yeah, good.

You're-- you're finished?

Pretty much, yeah.

Uh, just some minor, minor revisions,

and then I think we are good to go.

Great. Well, uh, we've been speaking to Henny House.

Um... Today's Thursday the 21st,

um, and the deadline for submissions is-- is--

-in four days. -Oh.

So if you want to be in the mix for the summit...

- That's very soon. - Yeah, well,

you know, maybe not for a first draft.

Um, and perhaps it's already in, you know, good enough shape.

Why don't you ping it over,

and I-- I can get through it by end of play, and...

you know, send some thoughts.

I just got back, so I'm a bit jet-lagged,

but I can send it tomorrow.

Hi, Arabella.

Francine!

Hello. I didn't realize

there were three of us on the call.

- I, uh, I got your voice note. - I know you did, yeah.

I was worried. Glad you're safe.

Started watching Banged Up Abroad every weekend,

didn't know where else to look for you.

- Oh yeah? -I knew you were fine

once I came across your Instagram,

posting photos every day.

Oh, yeah, okay, yeah, my private life. Sure.

- Did you see my emails? Uh-- Um...

You know, I didn't go to Italy

to be glued to my inbox, Francine,

I went to write.

- Arabella? - Yeah?

We believe in you.

That's, you know, that's why we represent you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

Um, you know, Henny House are expecting,

so if there's anything else we can do?

No, I'm good, I'm good, just some minor revisions.

Okay, great, well, um, can't-- I can't wait to read.

I might do an all-nighter in the office,

just to go over it all, see what I need to--

Oh no, well, look, it's available.

So, yeah, we could pop in with feedback.

Um, I could clear the top of the day,

say, um, 10:00 a.m.?

- Ten. It's perfect. - Look, we'll need, um,

three to four hours to read

before we can have feedback, won't we?

So, I mean, if we're meeting at ten

and-- and let's say we need four hours, uh--

Six a.m., you'll have it for 6:00 a.m., Julian.

That sounded like a warm welcome back.

These people are so fucking weird.

You'll be all right, you've done it before.

It's all a bit different now, though.

It's all big fancy business people involved,

So now it's all a bit corporate, innit?

- Did the first book for Twitter. - Well, who owns Twitter?

-Big fancy business people. -So, what's the difference?

There is no fucking difference, you're so deep.

C'mere! Missed you, mate.

Yeah, you too.

Surprise!

...clashes with armed forces.

Forty-three people have been injured

- as protests... - So what now?

I keep thinking...

"One more orgasm, and I'll see the light

and I'll piss off," but every time I go back,

it's like I'm a little bit more obsessed.

How many times have you gone there now?

Three? Four?

Yeah, like a desperate ho, I know.

Practically asked him out before I left for the airport.

What?

I've lost all decorum, babe, I told ya.

You asked him out. What is wrong with you?

Like, what am I even aiming for?

Ugh. What did he say?

No.

So... dumb.

Uh, I should go.

Uh, where you going?

I gotta finish my draft, innit?

Uh, okay.

Well, I've gotta prep anyway. I've got an audition tomorrow.

Oh, cool. What for?

- Feminist beauty campaign. - Oh!

One-liner. Always a one-liner.

Kill it, babe. Bye. Offskis.

Good luck!

Yep!

-Bye...

...deforesting rate higher than any other country in the world...

-Hey, baby! -Hey, babe!

How you doing? Oh, welcome home.

-Good to see you. -How you doing?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Yo! My G!

-Welcome back! -Back in the bits.

You can't be airing my calls, man.

- I get anxiety. - Oh, come on.

You know the love don't fade.