Black Mirror

Season 3 – Episode 1 “Nosedive”

[birds chirping]

[panting]

[phone beeps]

[beeps]

- [man] Hey, Lacie!

- Hey! [giggles]

[phone beeps]

[camera clicks]

[“send” alert plays]

[phone beeps]

[giggles]

[laughing hysterically]

- [Lacie] Ryan? [combat sounds on headset] Ryan!

- [yells] [explosion on headset] I was holding a bomb!

- [man] Come on!

- Sorry, guys.

- [Lacie] Landlord is sending buyers over today so put your pants on.

- [Ryan] Maybe if I don’t, it’ll scare ‘em off and we can stay here.

- [Lacie] [singsong] Not an option, Ryan. Lease is up in four weeks. Hey, I’m thinking of you.

- I’ve got somewhere to go. Nate’s roommate took a job in Phoenix so I get his place.

- Okay.

- Now who’s the slow poke?

- I’m seeing some places over lunch. Catch you later.

- [gunfire on headset] Sorry, that was my sister. Yeah. Yeah, I bet you’d love to.

- [man] Jasmine tea? [child giggles] [phone beeps] And that’s one Brushed Suede. You want a
cookie with that? It’s on the house.

- Sounds awesome. [giggles]

[Lacie giggles]

[phone beeps]

- See you tomorrow, JJ.

- See you, Lacie.

- [laughs] [gasps] Oh, I saw your boy in the fire hat just now! So cute!

- Yeah, he’s really something.

- [laughs] [phone beeps] [chuckles softly] [laughs] [camera shutter clicks] Hmm.

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps repeatedly]

[elevator bell dings]

- Hey, Lacie!

- Bets, it’s great to see you!

- You too.

[Lacie giggles]

[cat meows]

- [Lacie] How’s Pancakes?

- He’s hilarious. Such a funny cat. Just the best. [both laugh]

- Are you still at Hoddicker?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. It’s going pretty great.

- Good to hear.

- So, what brings you back here?

- New job, first day.

- First day?

- At Blankman-Harper.

- Whoa! Top floor! That’s - Well, good luck.

- I know, right? [laughs]

- It's great you're still happy at Hoddicker.

- Well, maybe not forever.

- No, not forever.

- But for now

- It’s OK for now.

- It’s great for now, yes.

- Yes, it is.

[chattering]

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

[beeping]

[waves crashing, seagulls squawk]

- Lacie, I got you a smoothie. Got one for everyone, actually. Still a bunch of them for grabs.
They’re from the organic stall at the farmers’ market.

- Sure. Okay. [gasps] Mmm!

[phone beeps]

- Thank you. Thank you.

[whispers]

- We’re kind of not talking to Ches.

- 3.1? What happened?

- Him and Gordon split up.

- Oh - Poor Ches.

- No, no, no, we’re all on Gordon’s side.

- Sure! Obviously.

- Ches is kissing ass. Trying to scrape himself back. Of course, if it drops below two-five, then it’s
bye-bye.

[phone beeps]

[both gasp]

[phone beeps]

[ringtone chiming]

- [Lacie] Hello?

- [Ryan] Yo, they’re taking it.

- Who?

- The couple the landlord sent over. I heard them talking.

- Okay.

- So, now we move into the light space area. Ideal for special times with loved ones. Great food,
great company.

- Mm-hmm!

[phone beeps]

- Whoa! [laughs]

- [woman] Sampled your photo stream to make her.

- Great hair!

- Styled free of charge at the members' salon. Oh, my God. [giggles]

- [Lacie] It’s hilarious!

- [woman] You like him?

- He’s okay.

- He doesn’t come with the apartment. [both laugh] But there is a bar and restaurant on site,
tenants only. We have unparalleled metrics on romantic geneses.

- Uh-huh.

- I gotta say, these places are going like “that.” So don’t delay if you’re interested.

- Oh, I’m more than interested.

- Standard occupancy on a minimum six-month contract, we're talking this much.

- How often are the payments?

- That’s weekly.

- Okay.

- [woman laughs] A little more than expected?

- Yeah. There’s options. You know our Prime Influencers Program?

- Do I qualify for that?

- No. No, you don’t. We’d need you around a 4.5.

- 4.5?

- Hit 4.5 and there’s a 20% discount.

- 4.5.

- That’s right. [sighs] [laughs]

- Pelican Cove? What is this? A eugenics program?

- A lifestyle community.
- No one is this happy. A two-year-old with a fucking balloon isn’t this happy.
- It’s actually a pretty cool place.

- Like you’d even qualify. There’s nothing I can do, sir.

- [man] Well, it’s not hopeless, you're clearly a tryer.

- That’s the sense you get just from me?

- From your report analytics. If we drill down into the numbers, you’ve got a solid popularity arc
here. Strong overall trajectory. Let’s just look at the last 24 hours. You see, even…What’s that?
8:40 a.m. You’re working hard on your socials. Great little uptake there. Okay. Couple of minor
dings there. You cut someone off in traffic?
- Oh, just a workplace thing. [laughs]
- Okay. Let’s check on your sphere of influence. Let me zoom out here. Great peripherals.
Strangers like you, that’s a plus. Healthy inner circle. It’s good.
- Thank you. [giggles]
- There’s a ways to go, but 4.5 is certainly achievable.

- How long do you think?

- To hit 4.5?

- Mm-hmm. Well, barring a major setback, a public disgrace kind of deal, I’d say 18 months or so.

- Oh, I need more short term. Like much more. [laughs]

- Then you’ll need a boost.

- What kind of a boost?

- Well Most of your interactions are confined to your inner circle and they’re largely, pardon the
term, mid-to low-range folks. Same with your outer circle. You’ve got a ton of reciprocal five
stars from service industry workers, but there’s not much else. At least as far as I can see. So, in
terms of quality, you could use a punch up right there. Ideally, that’s up votes from quality people.

- Quality people?

- High fours. Impress those up-scale folks, you’ll gain velocity on your arc and there’s your boost.

[phone beeps]

[panting]

- Oh, hi, JJ!

- Hey, Lacie!

- Keith! Hello.

- Lacie!

- [Keith] You look great today.

- Thank you!

- Door won’t open. I’m on 2.4.

- Sorry, Ches. I’m late.

- I just need some stars, please! Fuck! [elevator bell dings]

- Oh, hi!

- Hi!

- How’s it going at Blankman?

- Just great.

- Well, I bet you work good there.

- Thank you.

- Would you like a croissant? They gave me an extra at the coffee place.

- Oh, no, I already ate.

- Okay, sure. All good.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

[elevator bell dings]

- Well, here’s me, so [giggles] [phones beep]

- Don’t try too hard. It’s impossible to respect. High fours can smell it a mile off. Just be you.
Authentic gestures, that’s the key.

- That’s time up, I'll catch you later.

- Oh, could I just ask…

[phone chirps]

[camera clicks]

[mutters]

- “Mr. Rags.” [exhales] [sighs] [beeps]

- Shit!
- What the fuck is that?

- Tapenade. Want some?

- Who even are you?

- It’s just something I wanna eat, Ryan. [phone beeps] [gasps] Oh, my God.

- What is it?

- Naomi!

- Shit! Old school, el perfecto Naomi? You guys keep in contact?

- Ryan, just go! Go! Oh, my God! Nay-Nay, how are you? [giggles] I was just fixing myself a
snack.

- Oh, Lace, could I just say I am so happy to see your face?

- Me too. It’s been…

- Too long.

- Way too long.

- And that’s my fault.

- No, it’s mine. Everything is just so

- Everything’s just so Crazy! Oh, it’s so good to see you. When you posted that Mr. Rags photo I
know, Mr. Rags! I just had to call and talk to you because Whoo-hoo! [screams, laughs]

- Wow! That’s a big ring! [laughs] Congratulations! Who’s the, um…

- Paul? He is great. So smart. Just sweet. I know you’re gonna love him. Uh-huh. So, anyways, the
big day…

- Yes, when is it?

- So, we’re getting married in a month on his family’s estate up here on the island. This place
outside Port Mary, Honeysuckle. You heard of it? No, but, well, it’s a private island. [singsong]
Take a looooook!

- Oh, wow! That is [giggles]

- I know, right? So can you make it?

- Are you kidding? Of course.

- Great, cool, ‘cos I was wondering if Lace, do you think, would you be my maid of honor?
- Seriously? Oh, my God. I mean, you’ve got such cool friends now. Are you sure?

- Remember when we used to plan our dream weddings when we were, like, 11?

- I know but we haven’t…

- I don’t know, just seeing Mr. Rags, all the memories. It just brought things home. Oh, Nay-Nay.
I know we haven’t kept in touch as much as I’d have liked and that is totally my fault, but this is a
big day. A big life day and I want my oldest friend with me, my oldest friend. I want you by my
side.

- Oh, my God. Thank you. What do I have to…

- Not much to it. A speech, mainly.

- Speech? Of course! Mm-hmm. How big’s the crowd?

- Oh, my gosh, like [sings] hundreds! It’s a crazy guest list. I’ll send it now. Paul’s invited so
many, I don’t want to call them big deals, but they’re all, like, 4.7 or above.

- Uh-huh. Nay-Nay, I will not let you down. [giggles]

- Don’t sweat too much! Just talk about old memories.

- Sure.

- How we were, any old things.

- Gotcha.

- I’ll ping you some anecdotes.

- That would be great.

- And what’s your dress size? Oh, um I’ll tell you what, I’ll just send you a four.

- Perfect.

- We got matching bridesmaids’ dresses. Well, anyway [both scream] [both laugh] Love you, Lay.

- You too, Nay-Nay! [giggles] Oh! Bye. [laughs nervously] [beeping] [sighs]

- What was that? The F-word? You two pussy pals now?

- [sighs] Shut up.

- She was always mean to you.

- No, she wasn’t.

- She had that rhyme about you.

- That was a game.

- What about when she cut your hair?

- I asked her to.

- She fucked Greg.

- She did not fuck Greg.

- [laughs] She looked hot. I’ll give her that.

- [man] Okay. Impressive. Uh-huh. Jesus. Yeah, that’d do it.

- Mm-hmm.

[phone rings]

- [woman] Pelican Cove.

- Carole, it's Lacie. Saw the place yesterday. I wanna take it.

- That’s fantastic!

- Uh Oh, I see you’re still on a 4.2. Is that, um…

- Yep, I’m on it, just gonna transfer the deposit now.

- Well, okay.

- Yes! In this world, we’re all so caught up in our own heads. It’s easy to lose sight of what’s real.
What matters. But as I stand here today seeing the joy Paul has brought to Naomi’s life, I know
she's someone who truly matters to me. [laughs] Nay-Nay, the little girl who, when we were just
five-years-old in art camp, started talking to me because she saw I was scared. The girl who
helped me make Mr. Rags. I still have him. [giggles] He sits on my desk and every day, he
reminds me of Nay-Nay. What she meant to me then and now. I am so honored to be here and I
wish you all the happiness this stupid world can muster. I love you, Nay-Nay. Is the tear too
much?

- You fucking sociopath.

[phone beeps]

- Ryan, my car's here. Was it too much?

- What, the tear, the photo, Mr. Rags?

- I do keep him on my desk.

- There’s sugary and then there’s fucking diabetes.

- I just wanna make her happy on her wedding day.

- The captive audience of 4-point holies five-starring your ass off, that’s just a bonus.

- Naomi and I were best friends.

- [laughing] Come on

- I wish her well and wanna express it the best I can. And, yeah, if I nail a speech and get five-
starred by hundreds of primes, so what? It’s a win-win.

- What are you hoping for? Like, 4.3, 4.4? Unh-unh.

- You get points from your gaming buddies. It’s the same thing. Don’t shit on me for aiming
higher.

- Pelican Cove higher?

- What’s wrong with Pelican Cove? They’re great apartments!

- They are fake-smile jail cells.

- [phone beeps] Great. Car cancelled. And he marked me down so now I have to book another,
and I took a ding.

- Great job.

- I am sorry, but I miss the normal you. Before this obsession, when we had conversations,
remember?

- I need my charger.

- This whole ranking thing, just comparing yourself to people who…

- Have you seen my charger?

- …only pretend to be happy.

- I said don’t borrow this!

- High fours like Naomi, I bet they’re suicidal on the inside.

- My car is here. Again.

- Your Pelican Cove deposit, is it refundable? Like, what if this doesn’t work?
- Can’t you just stay out of my shit?

- You’re my sister!

- Yes! And if you cared about that, maybe you would’ve noticed living with you hasn’t been one
big rainbow sandwich for me. Do you know why I never brought any guys back here? Because I
didn’t want them to know I was sharing a skanky-ass cave with Mr. Three Point Fuck.

- Good luck with your performance!

[door closes] [door opens]

[grunts]

[phone beeps] [door slams]

[horn honks]

- Oh, hi, hi! I’m coming. I’m coming.

- Jesus Christ.

- Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s great. Just great.

[phone beeps] [sighs] [horn honks] Oh Hi. [ringtone chimes] Nay-Nay! [giggles]

- Hey, Lace! Just checking in.

- I’m on my way to the airport right now. [giggles]

- Okay, cool, and you’re all good for the rehearsal dinner?

- Oh, yeah. The flight’s, what, an hour? That restaurant looks so cool.

- Uh-huh. And you got the dress okay?

- Mm-hmm. In my case. [giggles] I love the pink.

- Uh-huh. So, the latest draft of the speech is great. Going handwritten’s so cool. Those scans of
the page, my God, I welled up just at that.

- Oh, thank you!

- Um, just one thought. That whole bit where I help you with the eating disorder thing

- You think that’s a little…

- A little over-sharing, yeah.

- You’re so right. It’s gone.

- Okay.

- Cool.

- Well, I’ll see you in a few hours! I’m getting married tomorrow [screams] [laughs]

- And here’s your tip. [giggles]

- Thank you. [phone beeps] Oh, come on.

- [woman on loudspeaker] May I have your attention, please…

- Hi there, how are you doing?

- I am wonderful. [laughs]

- I am so sorry, that flight is cancelled.

- No. No, no, no.

- Customer incident at the other end.

- But, so when is the next flight?

- Yeah, they’re all kind of full.

- Uh, I booked this weeks ago. It’s my best friend’s wedding.

- I’m sorry.

- I have to get there. I have to.

- Okay let’s see what we can do.

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

- I see there’s one standby seat on another plane leaving tonight.

- [sighs]

- Uh, that’s reserved for members of our Prime Flight Program. You gotta be a 4.2 or over to
qualify.

- Oh, I’m… I’m a 4.2.

- Uh-huh. I’m afraid you’re actually a 4.183.

- Oh. Well, that’s not my fault. Um, some woman dinged me down in the… Can’t you just…

- I’m sorry, it won’t let me book it without the correct ranking.

- But it’s so close.

- There’s just nothing I can do.

- Christ, I mean, surely.

- I’m gonna have to ask you to moderate your language there.

- Sorry. It’s just I’m maid of honor. I cannot miss this wedding.

- And I am so sorry about that.

- Can you call the supervisor?

- I cannot do that.

- Can you just call the supervisor?

- I cannot do that.

- Call the fucking supervisor!

- Okay, that’s profanity. We’re zero tolerance on profanity.

- I’m sorry. It’s just…

- I have to serve the next customer.

- No, no, no, no.

- Can you step away, ma’am?

- God, just fucking help me! Ooh. [phones beep] I’m so sorry.

- I’ve called security.

- Oh, no, no, no. Please don’t do that. I’m, uh five-starring you. Five stars.

- What’s the issue here, Hannah?

- Intimidation and profanity.

- Oh, no, no. I was not intimidating.

- Don’t speak, ma’am.

- I was just trying to…

- Ma’am.

- Okay.

- So, in order to restore calm, I’m invoking my authority as airport security to dock you one full
ranking point as a punitive measure. This is a temporary measure.

- [gasps] No!

- Your score reverts to normal in 24 hours.

- No, no, no. But I need it now.

- During this period, all down votes are subject to a times two multiplier.

- Times two?

- We recommend you avoid negative feedback at this time.

- I’m on double damage?

- Please, remove yourself from the airport immediately.

[phone beeps]

- Okay, well, due to your ranking…

[chattering]

[baby crying]

- Hi there. Chuck! Great name.

- Thank you.

- Hope you’re having a great night.

- It’s pretty good.

- So, I need a car.

- You got a vehicle in mind?

- Anything, really.

- Well, due to your current ranking, you’re restricted to our super saver fleet.

- Yep. That’s yeah.

- I-Cruiser 2? They still have the 2? [alarm beeps] [beeping]

[woman speaking driver alert in Czech]

- Oh, God.

[woman repeating driver alert in Czech]

[beep, wipers creaking]

[woman repeating driver alert in Czech]

[music on TV]

- Oh, come on. Uh [men speaking Czech on TV] [beeping] Damn it!

[laughs] [sighs]

[Czech dialogue continues]

[engine sputters] [engine starts]

- The little girl, who when we were both five years old in art camp, [sobs] started talking to me
because she saw I was scared. The girl who helped me make Mr. Rags Teardrop. Crowd goes
wild. You can do this.

[ringtone plays]

[woman speaking Czech]

- Sorry, okay, I swear I'm on my way.

- [Naomi] How far away are you?

- Uh, quite a ways. I missed my flight.

- What?

- Well, not missed it, but…

- So you’re not gonna make the rehearsal dinner?

- No.

- Lacie!

- I am so sorry. It’s been [groans] I got a rental car. I’m driving.

- Driving? That’s like nine hours.

- I’m making good time, gonna go through the night, make a road trip out of it. [laughs]

- Is everything okay? I can find a replacement if something’s wrong.

- No. No. No. I’ll be there. I swear on Mr. Rags. Ha ha ha!

- Okay, just drive safe! [girls squealing]

- You bet. I’ll just… [phone beeping] [phone beeps] Come on. Come on. Please. [phone beeps]
[sighs] Okay. [yawns]

[woman speaking Czech]

- What do you want?

[woman speaking Czech] [beeping]

[woman speaking Czech]

- Oh, shit.

[woman's speaking tempo slows]

- Hi. Sorry. [woman moaning] Your charger doesn’t fit my car.

- Don’t see those around much these days.

- It’s a rental. Ours chargers are Q2Z, yours one’s a K1. They didn’t give you an adapter?
- No. Do you have one?
- Not in here. Ask around.
- Thanks, anyway. You’re super helpful.

[phone beeps] [phone beeps] [gasps] Two stars?! Two stars?

- Wasn’t a meaningful encounter.
- [Lacie] Sir, excuse me. Excuse me, sorry. Do you have a K1 adapter, by any chance? Ma’am,
how about you, a K1 adapter, perhaps, in the trunk of your car? Sure. Great. Oh, ma’am, hi. Do
you have a K1 adapter? I have a rental car. It’s… [grunting]

- Slow down. Let’s give her a ride.

- [man] She’s, like, 2.8. [phone beeps]
- Come on! [phone beeps] I didn’t even do anything!

- You look like you need a ride.

- Um, actually, I’m okay.
- Don’t look it. Come on. I don’t bite. Luther, Mrs. Coffee, reds, whiskey. Help yourself.
- I’m okay. Thanks.
- Where are you headed?
- Uh, just as close as you can get to Port Mary would be great.

- [laughs] Checking my feed for danger signs? I get it a lot. 1.4 gotta be an antisocial maniac,
right?
- You seem…
- Normal?
- Yeah.
- Thank you. It took some effort.
- What happened to you? I mean, you’re a 2.8, but you don’t look 2.8.
- That’s not… this is temporary. I’m gonna turn it around.
- Uh-huh.
- I’m going to a wedding. Maid of honor.
- Nice.
- Wanna hear my speech?
- No. So how come you’re a 2.8?
- Well, I got marked down at the airport for yelling, and they put me on double damage.
- How did it feel?
- Awful.
- I meant the yelling.
- I don’t know. I was mad. Look at where it got me. But as long as I get to the wedding, do the
speech, they’ll overlook the 2.8. I’m with the bride. And if I do well, well, they're all high fours so
that velocitates my arc. And once they lift the point penalty, well, my average goes way up, and,
yeah, it’s gonna be okay.
- God, you remind me of me.
- Hmm.
- Not now. I was, uh, 4.6 once.
- 4.6?
- Used to live for it. All the work I put in Eight years ago, Tom, my husband, got cancer. It was
pancreatic. It was a real bitch. The symptoms showed up late.
- I’m so sorry.
- You don’t know me so you’re not really sorry. You’re just mainly awkward ‘cos I have sprung
some cancer talk at you. Anyway, I five-starred every doctor, every nurse, every high-four
consultant that we had. Ding. Ding. Ding. Thank you so much. The cancer didn’t give a shit. It
just kept growing. A couple of months in, we heard about this experimental treatment. It was very
expensive. It was very exclusive. I did everything I could to get him a spot there. Tom was a 4.3.
They gave his bed to a 4.4. So when he died I thought, fuck it. I started saying what I wanted,
when I wanted. Just drop it out there. People don’t always like that. It is incredible how fast you
slip off the ladder when you start doing that. It turned out a lot of my friends didn’t care for
honesty. Treated me like I had taken a shit at their breakfast table. But, Jesus Christ, it felt good.
Shedding those fuckers. It was like taking off tight shoes. Maybe you should try it?
- Oh, come on. [laughs]
- Why not?
- I can’t just kick off my shoes and walk the earth or whatever.
- You won’t know unless you try.
- Oh, that’s just…
- Look, you had something with your life, real things, good things, and you lost it all, and I’m
sorry. So, now you’ve got nothing left to lose. But I don’t even have the something worth losing,
not yet. You know, I mean, I’m still fighting for that.
- And what is “that”?
- I don’t know. Enough to be content? Like, to look around and think, well, I guess I’m okay. Just
to be able to breathe out, not feeling like, like… Like just and that is way off, like, way, way off.
And until I get there, I have to play the numbers game. We all do, that’s what we’re in. That’s
how the fucking world works. Look, maybe you don’t remember, you know, you’re just too old to
get it. I do not mean that how it sounds.
- Don’t worry. I’m not voting you down.

- Sweetheart.
- [gasps] What time is it?
- I'm heading east from here so I think you need to get yourself another ride.
- Where are we?
- About 30 miles from Port Mary. A lot of buses stop here so you should be fine.
- Well, thank you.
- Good luck with your speech. [laughs] I put a little something in there for you.
- You did?
- Emergency escape hatch! Bye.

- [Lacie] In this world, we're all so caught up [door opens] in our own dramas…
- [girl] So, Dad was like…

- It's easy to forget what matters…

- [girl] He’d never even heard of the show. I’m like, “You never heard of Sea of Tranquility?”
Like, the number-one sci-fi fantasy, and he’s all like, “What the fuck?” Whatever! I think I’m
allergic to this purple. So I’m like, “Well, I’m going to Tranquility Con in Port Mary. That’s why
I'm dressed like Lieutenant Duster.” He’s all like, “Uh Port Mary is frickin’ miles away.” Yadda,
yadda, yadda. [toilet flushes] He one-stars me. Like, thanks, Dad.

- [girl 1] See you back on there.

- [girl 2] Okay. Are you guys headed to Tranquility Con?

- You’re into Sea of Tranquility?
- Totally. I was all set to go. My friend, who is there already, has my costume, but my car broke
down.
- Well, there’s some space in the RV.

- Hi.
- Hey!
- You’re a Trank head, huh?
- Sorry?
- Trank head. Sea of Tranquility fan?
- Oh, yeah. We say Tranksters where I’m from.

- Who’s your favorite character?

- Gotta be Lieutenant Duster. She’s awesome.
- She?
- He! I misspoke.
- Lieutenant Duster has no fixed gender.
- I know, and that’s why it’s so hard to remember, right? [ringtone playing] Excuse me. Gotta get
this. My friend, at the convention. [giggles] Hi, Nay! [laughs] So, oh, my God, insane night, but I
am so close now.
- [Naomi] Don’t come.
- What? No. No. I’m, like, an hour away.
- Don’t come. I don’t want you here. I don’t know what is up with you, but I cannot have a 2.6 at
my wedding.
- Oh, no, that’s temporary! That’s temporary.
- Well, the wedding’s today, so…
- But it doesn’t change anything.
- Lacie.
- I can still do the same speech.
- Lacie.
- And there’s Mr. Rags!
- No!
- But... But you invited me.
- You’ve seen the guest list. They are all, like, 4.5 or above. They are going to freak at a 2.6, and I
am not taking that kind of damage, plus I haven’t dipped under a 4.7 in, like, six months. You said
you wanted your oldest friend. When I asked you to speak, you were a 4.2, okay? And the
authenticity of a vintage bond low four at a gathering of this caliber played fantastically on all the
stimulations we ran. Forecast was a prestige bounce of 2 minimum. But now you’re a sub three.
Sorry. That just puts the stink on things a little too much. That just plays badly for us.
- So, it was just about numbers for you?
- Oh, cut the shit! It was numbers for both of us. You wanted those primo votes, don’t deny it. It’s
not like you could get them on your own. Let’s not kid ourselves.
- Oh, I’m I’m getting those votes.
- What? You’re just gonna roll up here and make people like you?
- That’s right. I’m doing my speech.
- No, you’re not.
- Yes, I am. And they are gonna vote me through the roof when they hear it. Weep their fucking
eyes out!
- Go home!
- [phone beeping]
- Hello? [sighs] Fuck! I have never seen your stupid fucking show. [tyres screech] [shouts] Hope
they cancel it! [horn honks]

- I need a ride! [shouts] [phone beeping] Fuck! Jesus! [engine roars]

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Can I borrow your bike?

- What?

- Can I borrow your bike?

- Do you, Naomi Jayne Blestow, take this man to be your husband, to live together with him in the
covenant of marriage? To love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health
and forsaking all others, be faithful unto him [cheering and applause] [indistinct radio chatter]

[revs engine]

[screams] [applause]

- To my best mate, Anthony. Let’s hear it for him. [cheering] You’ve been there from day one. I
love you, man. I appreciate you. Hilarious speech, by the way. By your standards. [laughter]

- Pow! Pow! Pow!

- Oh! Oh! Oh! [laughs]

- [Paul] He’s still got a few bullets left. Oh, man. Oh, gosh, well, um [gasps] Shit! We have so
many people to thank. Our beautiful bridesmaids. [cheering] But, of course, my most heartfelt
thanks, my warmest thanks, are to someone who’s my best friend, my lover and now, I’m honored
to say, my wife. Naomi! [cheering and whooping] [cheering] One, two, three! Naomi!

- [man] The A Team! [phone beeps] I love you so much, darl. Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

- [man] Congratulations, sir.

- Thank you.

- No, thank you. [whooping]

- Get over here! Get your ass over here. Get in here, big boy. [phones beep] You’re beautiful!
[cheering] Yeah! Gimme five! Good choice! You fucking earned it, man. You fucking earned it.

- [giggles nervously] Everybody, hello! Oh, my God. I love you. Can everyone be quiet for a
moment? Thank you. [giggles]

- Get rid of her.

- That would play awful. She’s a fucking 1.1.

- Now, for those of you who don’t know me, which is all of you my name is Lacie Pound and,
believe it or not, I am one of Naomi’s oldest friends. Hi, Nay-Nay! It’s great to meet you too,
Paul. I’ve heard a lot about you. He’s a pretty big deal, that Paul. Pretty big deal. [camera shutter
clicks] He makes his own tapenade! Yeah. [laughs] Uh, anyway, um, I have looked up to Naomi
pretty much my entire life. We met when we were five years old, and right up through to our
teenage years, we made quite the pair. We’d talk about all the things girls talk about, you know,
boys, hair, products, uh, more boys. [laughs] I mean, I tried sometimes to expand our range a little
and talk about climate change, but she found that kind of boring, so, go on. She was probably
right. I mean, fuck the planet, right? Whoo! Yes, thank you! Come on. Let’s have a little fun here.
You know, fuck the planet! [laughs] [shouts] Fuck the planet! [feedback] [crockery rattles] [phone
beeps] Anyway, I looked up to Naomi pretty much my entire life, which meant she was looking
down on me. Always with a smile, though. [laughs] In high school, she was my shoulder to cry
on. She seemed to enjoy that. Guys and me never worked out. They’d see Naomi and just, Whoo!
You know, that was it. She had this tight ass, like two fists. Uh-huh. [giggles] I was all like
[giggles] I was like through the hallways in high school. [cackling] [phones beep] [cries] And she
was there for me. Holding my hair back as I knelt, vomiting, in front of the crapper. Thank you for
that, Naomi. I always wished I was you. And I guess that’s why you kept me around so long?
Until you got your new job and your fancy new friends. And that [laughs] fucking jackhole! And
you didn’t need me. You probably got another me. Guess there’s some other “yeth Beth” you
moved on to like a succubus. [phones beeping] I’m getting to Mr. Rags, okay? Jesus! [crowd
gasps] Stay back. Stay the fuck back! I’ll kill him! I’ll cut his head off and stick it up my ass!
[gasps] [gasps] Time’s nearly up!

- Hey! Calm down.

- I… I just wanted to say, in this world so caught up in our own shit, let’s not forget what matters.
It’s okay. It’s okay. Happiness, fucking Paul and Naomi, and she’s… She… She fucked Greg! I
know she did. I know you did. No, don’t even try to deny [screams] [feedback screeches] The
little girl who, when we were just five-years-old in art camp, started talking to me because she
saw I was scared and helped me make Mr. Rags. He reminds me of you and what you meant to
me then! [cries] And I’m so honored to be here to see this shit! [screams] I love you, Nay-Nay!
I’ve always loved you! I love you! [camera shutter clicking] [whirring] [breathes deeply] [sobs]
[laughs]

- What the fuck are you looking at?

- Just what I was wondering.
- Well... Don’t!
- Don’t? Don’t wonder?
- Uh-huh. It would be a dull world without wonder.
- I don’t give a shit about your world. I don’t like your brassiere.
- I don’t like your moustache.
- I don’t like your aura.
- My aura?
- Yeah. I don’t like your head. Your entire head is just ridiculous to me.
- Really?
- You look like an alcoholic former weatherman.
- You sound like a lost little lamb that just got told there’s no Santa Claus. What sort of cartoon
character did your mum have to fuck to brew you up in the womb?
- At least I look like I was born, not shit out by some tormented cow creature in an underground
lab.
- You got tossed out of that lab.
- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah, flushed out.
- Ooh!
- In the trash!
- Your face is a fucking…
- Fucking.
- Fucking biological car crash that made Picasso screw his eyes up and say, “Well, that just don’t
make sense.” [laughs]
- You’re a fucking asshole.
- Fuck you!
- Fuck you next Wednesday.
- Fuck you for Christmas!
- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!