The first 200 lines.
Who is it, Suzie?
I want, I want you to tell me. I want you to feel safe.
Whatever happens, I will not be angry. Ok? Go.
It's Carter.
- Are you very angry? - I'm not angry.
- Hm? - Because you should be.
Who else knows?
- Well, he knows obviously. That it's him. - Mm.
- And Naomi knows? - No.
Well, I think she may have found out just because I told her.
Hm, ok. If we're gonna make this work...
you have to tell me the truth.
Cos I know we have a beautiful child and a beautiful home...
I don't care about any of that.
Although, I mean, obviously I care about the child.
So, that being said, obviously you can't work with him anymore.
- Obviously. - Mm.
Obviously. In the future.
You can't keep doing the show, Suze.
- No, but I just mean financially... - We both know it's the shitty
genre thing where your breasts get covered in blood every few episodes
- it's not exactly... - Yeah, I know. I just mean
I just mean like in sort of... house
bills, life being possible scheme of things.
- Well, I have a job. - Yeah.
Not that you've ever been to campus or seen it.
- But I promise I do have a job. - Yeah, I know and that's great.
It's just it doesn't...
It's not my fault the world values the wrong things, is it?
And we're about to start a second series.
- What the f... - It's what they'll say
Consequences are hard.
- What is that?! What fucking is that? - It's the landline. It's the phone.
- Hello? - It's me, it's me. How are you doing?
- Oh god. Hi. Er, fine, yeah. - "Quick update."
"I've called all the papers and pointed out the photos are stolen."
"So if they print, we sue."
But I just had to yell at one guy for printing a photo of your house
to illustrate the story cos they're sulking they can't run with you sucking a dick.
Is, is, is it recognisable? The house I mean not the dick.
Yeah, yeah, no, the street name's on it and everything.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah, but I'm all over it I'm going to get you in a room
with some Reputation Management people.
Ugh, god. So I pay for that, do I?
Yeah, or we go the other way.
"We go front foot. Take control. Refuse to be shamed."
You publish a nude we publish a nude.
You send one of ours to the sex hospital, we send one of yours to the sex morgue.
I, I publish more nudes? I haven't got any more nudes. I take more nudes?
- "Er, noo... I meant..." - Hey! Sorry, one minute, one minute.
Hey! Oh, wow!
Did you draw this at school?
- Oh! Baby! - "Suze? Hello? Suze?"
Just to go back, so my address is out there?
Yeah. Er, and also, I looked up Sarah Jones just to check her out.
Her Instagram shows her as blonde now and always wearing a yellow jacket.
- Sorry a yellow jacket? - Yeah, so don't freak out.
"It looks like she's obsessed with Gemma Collins now, which is great."
Oh, that's nice, stalking the stalker.
Er... ok, look, I, I'll call you... yeah, I'll call you back.
"No, no..."
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
Did you draw this?
Because I know you said you drew this and I love you whatever, ok, but no lying.
You must tell the truth. Did you draw this? Or did you find it?
Where? Where? Frank, where?
Cut! Reset, we're going to go again.
Ok, ok. Suzie, look, it's feeling casual.
Can you scream while you're running? You know, really vocalise the terror.
- Scream? - The idea being that
- you're screaming for help so... - Yeah, erm... no, it's just like...
sorry, screaming and running, but I'm...
I'm, I'm trying to lose him though so it... you know.
- Sorry, Suzie... - I mean, the screaming
that's just gonna bring him to me, right?
- It sort of negates the running? - No, I think it doubles it!
Yeah, I mean, I don't think I've ever actually screamed in my life ever if I've been afraid.
What, so you're saying screaming isn't associated with fear?
No, I'm not. I'm just saying that it's not it's not something would do.
- What would you do? - Erm, what if I was er...
If you were being chased by a Nazi zombie, yeah.
I'd hide.
Almost like there's something not as dramatic about staying still as there is
- about running and screaming. - It's trying to find her? Kill her?
- Tension's dramatic. - We're set up for the run.
Yeah, I mean, just... you do your... you do it. I, I'm...
- You're saying that's what you'd do? - Yeah, I'm saying that.
Yeah, I would just, like, find somewhere and wait and hope.
I'd hope they didn't find... hope they didn't find me.
- Let's set up for that then. - That's massive...
It's a better scene.
- Sorry, Daniel. - Ok, guys changing set up.
Suzie! Sorry, there's a woman looking for you, visiting set?
- What does she look like? - Uh, I don't know really...
Does she have blonde hair yellow jacket?
- I'm not sure, I haven't seen her. - Does she look a bit like...
Oh, I don't even know what you say nowadays
- but look sort of day release, stalker... - I don't know, I'm sorry.
- Suze! Yeah. - Yeah?
- Suze. - We need more zombies, mate...
I'm so sorry. I am so fucking sorry.
- Are you, are you very angry? - Are you kidding?
I'm incanfuckingdescent! Not with you!
Do they know what bastards done this? I will find them and, and physically arse-rape them.
Ok, thanks but... you, you don't have to do that.
I know.
Naomi's on the tech and the law stuff. So I'm just, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Look, I don't care, I don't care who sees my cock, Suze.
This is unbelievable what's happened to you
and I want you to know you have everyone's support here.
If anyone says a single thing to you or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way
- I'll fire them. - Thank you, thank you.
But no, don't. Er, don't do that.
I mean, doesn't your wife have any suspicions?
I don't think she's even heard anything.
She doesn't read celebrity news and all that stuff.
Well, I had to tell Cob.
I did, you know, I had to tell him and...
- I mean, it was, it was pretty... - You must have had a nightmare.
Yeah, it was bad. And I told him it had happened like three times.
And that it was completely over between us.
- And is that true? - Three just sounded like a believable number.
I mean the last part?
- It's me! It's me, I have lanyards. Hi. - Hi! Hi, babe.
Great, great. You remember you know Carter?
More intimately now. You won't remember we met at the...
Of course, I remember. Naomi Jones. Born Naomi Duribchi.
Your erm, your hair is longer.
Ok, what do you want a memory medal?
Look, can I just say if there's anything I can do at all?
If making some sort of statement helps?
It doesn't help. It doesn't look great, whatever way. Fucking the boss.
The boss fucking her. Old school, new school, it's not a great school to go to.
- I'm not her boss. - You're married with four kids.
Actually one of his kids is... just died.
- Shit. Sorry. - Yeah. Thing is, I love her. Naomi.
I really fucking love her.
I took a photo of us making love because I, I love her fucking smile
and yes, I love it near my penis, and so we took pictures with her phone
because I wanted her to see how beautiful she looked doing those things
which is my biggest regret because this would never...
- Shhh. - And now I feel like absolute shit.
But I am a shit that loves her, top to bottom. So you tell me what you need.
I need a place to talk to the police who get here in minus ten.
Erm, ok, but we're about to set up the shot...
No, it's ok, it's fine.
- You can use my trailer. - Great.
I, I know what you're thinking and no we haven't had sex in here.
- Well, it smells like someone has. - It's the fucking septic tank.
Ok, just so you know I'm probably gonna have to leave the show.
- What show? - This show.
You know, it's not, it's not workable. I mean you can imagine.
No! No, no, no. Do you want to leave the show?
No, I don't wanna leave the show. Of course, I don't wanna leave the show!
It's my only job apart from the Disney job.
Yeah, ok, so... yeah, I wrote to Disney...
- Oh god. - explaining that it was fake images
but turns out they're a bit of an expert on what's real and what's not onscreen, who knew.
Oh, shit.
- Yes! - Sorry, Suzie
- There's a police officer here for ya! - Oh yeah, yeah.
It's exciting, isn't it!
- Hi. - This is Suzie.
- I'm PC Simon Niven. - Hi, it's me.
- It's nice to meet you... in person. - Nice to meet you.
I mean, as opposed to on telly not in those photos.
- No, I mean, I get that. I get that. - I'm gonna return you your phone.
Great, great.
There, there's no malware on it, no indication that anyone has broken into the device itself.
We trust you, obviously there's been an invasion of privacy.
- You trust us? - Yeah, I mean, why would we be lying?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
The cloud you back everything up on has clearly been compromised.
Do you use the same password for that as for everything else?
- Yeah, I mean, it's my password. - Er, yeah. Yeah, that's just not ideal.
Yeah, no, I know they tell you to have like multiple passwords
but it's just not realistic. You know, I'm not, I'm not a computer brain.
I'm not, I can't remember all these things all the time, like names and passwords
- lowercase, you know and now punctuation... - Yeah, but it's, it's...
it's illegal, isn't it?
- It's stolen property. - Yeah. Well. Interesting.
We actually have quite a small digital team in the Metropolitan Police.
Ok, so you're not going to do fucking anything?
We, we will investigate but we, we do have to focus resources on terrorism and paedophilia.
Of course, of course.
Unfortunately, we can't afford to prioritise crimes
where the victims contribute to their own victimisation.
Ok, so the skirt on her phone's a bit short?
Well, maybe, I can help?
How about a nice image to put online?
A photo from the set of AfterDeath is bound to get more hits!
- Yeah, sure. Come over here. - Yeah, there you go...
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Ah, nice one for us. Cheers, cheers.
Yeah, how do you the...?
- Let me do it cos... here we go. - Sorry, this is because of my mates.
- No, it's alright. - I'll be a zombie!
- That's cracking, that. - There you go, mate.
That's great. Thanks so much, thank you very much.
- Thank you. - Great to meet you, you know.
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