Hello? Robyn, it's me, Danny. Danny Davis.
I'm fucked, Rob. This journalist, she's got pictures of me.
I am freaking out! OK.
Uh, just calm - calm down.
The media is gonna crucify me. What - what journalist?
I don't know, I don't know. Abby - Abby - Annie something.
Abigail Reese? Yes, yes, that's it.
That sounds right. They'll cancel the contract.
I don't know what I'm gonna do. Danny, you have to stop shouting
at me. Calm down. Take a Xanax.
I have a couple of things I have to do,
but I will be with you in a bit. OK? Promise?
We got this. OK, OK, OK. I promise. Alright, OK.
Breakfast? My wife's expecting me back...
Good morning, beautiful.
I did it! Did what?
The prototype - I figured it out.
We should celebrate. You should shower.
Gabriel, darling, I'm delighted for you. Really, I am.
But if you needed to work, then why didn't you just cancel me?
I wanted you here.
You focused me and I figured it out.
We figured it out.
We should have French toast.
I have to go. It's my sister-in-law's hen do.
No. Stay.
I thought you didn't want to go to that thing anyway.
So you just want me to cancel my plans, again?
I'll make it worth your while. Oh, come on, honey, you inspired me.
Every genius needs his muse.
You are my muse! Mmm! I want to take you everywhere, like a lucky charm.
Like a pet? No. Wait, this is serious.
I love this. We make a great team.
Um, well, I'm - I'm...
I'm glad that you have, um, finished your work.
Look, dating a billionaire has its challenges.
Sometimes I have to work late, but on the flipside,
you get the best food, you get the best wine.
You never have to stand in an airport line ever again.
Some people would say that's a pretty sweet deal.
I really should go. OK. Well, come back after the party.
You'll have my undivided attention.
Enjoy your breakfast, Gabriel.
Babe, we OK?
Tell you what. Why don't you ask Mimi,
see what she thinks? Ask me what?
Kaz is offended by the fact that I still shave my armpits.
It's too early in the morning to be talking about my daughter's body hair.
You alright? Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I just need to get dressed.
Quite a dress.
Thank you.
Touting for business?
Just making the most of my legs, before I'm too old
and have to wear a pantsuit.
I stayed in this hotel once. I was 19.
Some Indian prince took me for dinner, trying to woo me.
Wanted to take me back to Delhi, show me off as his alabaster wife.
Promised me riches beyond belief.
19.
That was my first marriage proposal.
First? Three pre-marriage,
the one I said yes, to, of course, and one post-marriage.
Were you tempted by the prince?
Not really. He had a terribly small penis,
and I've never been a fan of spicy food.
Still, fun to daydream, though, isn't it?
You really must stop dyeing your hair.
After you, Mummy.
Is it good for her being on that...
that thing the whole time?
Tell you what. Do you want to see if she wants to play I Spy?
Sure you're OK? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Mum, it's understandable that you're gonna be feeling a little bit...
Darling, please don't try and psychoanalyse me.
I appreciate you might be feeling a little out of practice, but I'm
afraid you're going to have to scratch that itch elsewhere.
Why are you being so hostile?
Apparently, it all starts with one's mother. Sorry.
I'm being a bitch.
How's Michael? Michael's good. He's busy at work
'cause of all the redundancies, so he's pretty stressed.
Have you decided when you're going back to work?
Mum, I haven't even had the baby yet.
Doesn't seem fair, him going off and doing his thing while
you're at home, stuck with a baby.
I can't wait to be stuck at home with a baby.
You know, some people actually quite like raising their children.
Can you two just play nice?
You're supposed to be my benchmark for female-on-female relationships,
and I'd like for it to be a positive one. Please.
She's very woke.
So, anyway, why are they having this thing so far away?
Well, Lady Muck wants him buried in the family plot.
They have a family plot? Yes.
Where do you want me to stick you when you pop off?
Shove me in a furnace and throw me in the sea. Don't bury me.
I put a lot of effort into preserving this body,
and the thought of it just degrading like that fills me with anxiety.
I want to be fabulous right up until the last possible moment.
Ooh, yass, queen! Ahh!
Eeh! Password, please!
Uh, "Kill me"?
Bubbles! Kitty, drink them.
This is Kitty, my maid of dishonour. We used to play lacrosse
together, though she was always more of a rower, weren't you, Kit?
Kitty, this is the famous Victoria, mummy-to-be.
Thank you so much for being here.
Darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Oh!
Bless you. And this stunning creature is Eve.
Hey, Sis! Thank you so much for being here.
Honestly, I didn't think you were going to make it.
Well, she missed her grandmother's 90th, so count yourself honoured.
Come in, come in! I'm literally just getting pampered
into oblivion. Kitty, jackets.
Come, come.
You look beautiful. Oh, stop it, you'll make me cry.
Don't, you'll set me off.
Now, this is just a little something.
Oh, my god, it's gorgeous. Is that Granny Mag's?
It's gorgeous! Look! You always said you'd give that
to me when I got married. Yes, well, I didn't want it to
go to waste. That's so kind of you.
Nonsense. You are part of the family now, not to mention my
best chance of grandkids any time soon, so I have to butter you up.
I'm sorry, Mummy, I know I should be putting your needs first.
Eve doesn't have time for kids. She's too busy being an absolute
bad-arse. I keep seeing your posts
on Instagram. Your life is so glamorous.
Don't believe everything you see on social media, darling.
You are aware she works in PR!
OK, well, when everyone gets here, we're going to pop downstairs for
a bit of a spa, and then after that, it's back up to the room for
afternoon tea with a twist. Ooh, what's the twist?
Alcohol.
Jesus, this place is insane.
Nothing says grief like a lavish display of unearned money.
Oliver.
What do you think? You look superb. That's one of
the things I've always loved about you, the way you embrace tradition.
It was your idea!
You saw that picture of me at my gram-gram's funeral and you said,
"If I die first, promise me you'll go to my funeral
"dressed exactly like that.
The parish priest will spontaneously combust."
You know you look really ugly when you're grumpy.
Well, damn, girl!
Oh, my god. What do you think?
Fierce.
Are you serious?
What? Mum, you can't wear that.
It's traditional.
Elizabeth will have a heart attack. Hopefully.
Mum! This is what people in
my culture wear to funerals.
Your culture? Mum, you're from Croydon.
And I've seen you wear wrapper, like, three
times in your life and every time, you bitched about it.
Well, I think it looks sick. See? She thinks it's sick.
Right, is it gonna be one of those days, is it?
One of what days? Can't we just go and be
nice and pay our respects to Duncan?
Course we can, darling. That's exactly what we're going to do.
Wakanda forever.
So, what do you do, Eve? Oh, she's in PR.
Like 'Ab Fab'? But not as funny.
No, but seriously, she's, like, off living the 'SATC' dream.
Lots of men, lots of parties.
I don't know how you do it. Since becoming a mummy,
me and the fella are literally tucked up in bed by 9pm.
Well, Eve's probs still in bed by 9pm, just with
a bunch of different fellas, right?
Yes, right, I am a total slut! Cam's got twins.
Two for the price of one. All natural. Hashtag blessed. Look.
Right.
So amazing. Super-mum.
I'm lucky to have Magda to help out, but I'm not going to lie.
Breastfeeding two at once makes you feel
a bit like a Mr Whippy machine. LOL!
But really, it's actually great getting
two out of the way like that. Me and Humph always said we wanted
three plus, so this way, we're a good 18 months ahead of schedge.
God, I just can't wait to be pregnant.
I'm just not sure that Christian's ready yet.
My darling, I'm just impressed you even got him this far. I'm grateful
to you for calming down. Oh, god, was he trouble, Vic?
Ooh! No, nothing serious.
You know, boys will be boys. Do you remember that time that
he and his friends got accused of sexual assault at university?
That was hilarious. We were grateful that Daddy
had a few powerful lawyer friends that day, I can tell you.
Still, boys will be boys.
He wasn't charged.
Hi, Robyn. It's me.
I'm here with the girls. I think we should stick together.
Safety in numbers and all that.
I'm slightly worried we're going to be herded into a giant wicker
teapot and burnt to death.
OK, bye.
Any luck? Wife number two.
Caroline. Hi. Thank you so much for coming.
You look, uh, wonderful.
Thank you, Damian. How are you bearing up?
Just trying to get everybody through today.
Give the old man a proper send-off.
I'm sure he'd be very proud.
Are you?
Bessie. Have you met Bessie? Hey, Bessie.
Look at that. Oh!
Hello in there! This is Kaz.
Oh, yes, I think we met when you were very little.
You're a grandmother? Incredible.
It's true what they say, isn't it? Really...
really doesn't crack, does it?
Oh, Caroline, you remember my mother, Elizabeth.
Oh, you came. I was honoured to be invited.
Well, he did stipulate it in his dying wishes.
Colourful dress.
Would one call it a dress?
It's perfect.
It'll really stand out amongst all this dowdy black.
I suppose you've come to make sure you're not cut out of the will.
Oh, quite right. When you've spent all those years
digging up the gold, you don't want to get pipped at the finish line.
You are very bold, aren't you?
Danny, Danny, what an unexpected surprise.
Where the fuck is Robyn? I'm losing my shit here!
Whoa, you need to slow down.
Did she speak to you, about the journalist, Abby Reese?
What about Abby Reese?
She's got pictures, me sucking up
the white stuff like a fucking aardvark at an ant farm.
I already told Robyn all this.
You spoke to Robyn? Hours ago. She said she'd come over.
OK, Danny, I'm sending someone
to you right now. Just - just don't do anything stupid, OK?
Hang in there, darling. Someone will be right with you.
Suck a donkey dick.
Come on, come on.
Hey, it's Robyn. I'm busy right now but leave me a message after the...
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Caroline. Where the fuck is Robyn?
Haven't heard from her since yesterday.
I need someone at Danny Davis's house right now.
Reese is running a story. He's freaking out. He needs containing.
I'm at my sister-in-law's hen do. I don't give a herd of flying cocks
where you are. Someone needs to be at his house within the hour.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Hey, it's Robyn. I'm busy right now but...
Oh, not kicked that filthy habit, then?
Still, I suppose at least it keeps you thin.
Could you not at least make an effort
to be civil, for Madeline's sake?
I'm sorry, Mummy. I'm just not as practiced at disguising my inner
reptile as you are. Look, I might just need to nip out for a sec.
There's been an emergency at work.
I wondered how long it would take before you found an excuse to
disappear. I thought you might at least make it to cocktails.
Go on, then, off you go. Oh, Mummy,
I'll be back as soon as... You don't have anything to prove,
you know. I know you think you're better than everyone because you
work at weekends and you swear
and you go on marches about tampon taxes and trannies.
I'm sorry, would you prefer me to just drown my potential in
prosecco, and just squeeze out some pretty babies, whilst obsessing
over catchment areas and getting my home featured in 'Hound & Gardens'?
Everybody loves a little bit of rebellion, but one always
defaults to what one knows.
Now, it might take some people longer than others, but it happens.
My advice to you, try not to make it too long a journey back because,
unlike your brother,
you do have a time limit.
Good luck with your emergency.
Don't bother coming back in.
No need to make a scene.
Fuck.
Hello! I'm Melody. You must be Danny.
It can be hard being a son when your father is a man like my dad.
He casts a long shadow.
He came from meagre beginnings. I'm sure most of you will have
heard the story... God almighty,
this is depressing. ..of how he grew up
in a three-bedroom house with two other families...
And who the fuck are all these dreary people?
I don't even know who half of them are, and the other half
I never liked anyway. My send-off, I was supposed to be shot out of
a cannon from a superyacht.
The family wanted a modest affair.
I was lucky to get an invite.
What are you wearing?
My funeral, I can wear whatever the fuck I want.
Despite initial struggles with what we now know to be dyslexia...
Oh, dear god, are these the best anecdotes he can come up with?
...and was the first in his family to attend university...
I once snorted a gram of cocaine off Kylie Minogue's bottom,
and then rode a Shetland pony into a swimming pool.
Don't laugh at the guests, darling.
You're standing out enough as it is.
...to be as powerful a force in the lives of the ones we love
- as he was. We love you, Dad. - Boring!
There's no point in asking,
you'll get no reply.
Just remember,
I don't decide.
I have no reasons,
It's all too much.
You'll always find us
out to lunch.
Don't ask us to attend,
because we're not all there.
Don't pretend,
because I don't care.
I don't believe illusions,
because too much is real.
So stop your cheap comments,
because we know what we feel.
We're so pretty,
oh, so pretty,
we're vacant.
We're so pretty,
oh, so pretty,
ah, a pretty va... cant.
That was from a book
from Rotten, chapter two.
Thank you.
That is why I married you.
Powerful words.
I wasn't gonna stand up there and recite Keats.
The man was a punk, a beautiful punk. He'd have hated all this pomp.
The least I can do to honour his memory is bring my own little
slice of anarchy to the proceedings.
I think he'd be very proud of your efforts.
You're such a fucking bad-arse.
Kaz! Sorry, but she is.
How are you feeling?
Um, hungry.
You head inside and find
somewhere to sit as far away from the grown-ups as possible.
I need to go to the bathroom.
Eve Carter Price? That's you.
Yes? Your party has been upgraded. What?
Oh, my god!
Who's Gabriel? Uh, oh, nothing. He's a client.
Sounds like someone's been giving him the special treatment.
Ooh! Um, who is this?
What does he do? He builds electric planes.
Shut the front door! Not Gabriel Cole? Stop it! Who?
Gabriel Cole! He's like this sexy billionaire tech entrepreneur slash
playboy guy, right? Is that the guy? Yeah, that's the guy.
Really?
I mean, it's nothing. We've been on a few dates.
Let's drink to that. Lucky byatch!
So, I didn't know you were seeing anyone.
Billionaire tech entrepreneur, eh?
How have you manage that? Well...
Actually, don't answer that.
Cheers, Maddy!
That was quite a speech.
Did you write it yourself? These hors d'oeuvres are precious.
I feel like I'm in a TV movie about Princess Michael of Kent.
Well, we can't all be as avant-garde as you.
That's the problem with old money, I find.
People simply don't know how to spend it.
Whereas people who spend other people's money
seem to be able to do it with no trouble at all.
Oh, stop flirting, you're turning me on.
Have you always been this vulgar?
I suppose that's why Duncan liked you so much.
That, and my magnificent cunt.
Please excuse me.
Hilarious affairs, aren't they, these things?
Um, this is Mimi. Caroline Mills, grieving widow,
and this is my 15-year-old daughter.
Oh, I'm actually her granddaughter.
Can I get you something to drink? Yes, I'd love a glass of champagne,
and she'll have orange juice.
Mimi! Vol-au-vent?
Deepak's gonna kill me.
He's gonna straight up, nuts in a NutriBullet, murder me.
Look, Danny, I think he's gonna understand. You guys are a team.
Understand?
He hates me, babe. He's been meaning to go it alone ever
since I fingered the head of BBC Three's missus at the summer ball!
We were both smashed. We drank a jug of Pimm's each.
I could barely find the hole. OK,
well... I'm such a fucking idiot!
I need a bump. I need a bump.
What are you doing? I'm losing my shit here.
I need something to take the edge off it. I'm gonna - I'm gonna lose it.
No, no, I'm under strict instructions. Please, just don't.
Danny, do not do this! Danny!
You...
Oh, no, no-no, no-no don't cry.
Oh, no, no-no, no-no, no-no.
Danny, don't, don't cry.
Are you upset about the cocaine?
This was very kind of him.
What? Your friend, Gabriel.
He's obviously very generous.
Very rich, you mean.
I'm happy for you, darling.
Really, I am, that you've found someone.
I mean, it's all I've ever wanted for you.
Really? That's all?
Why?
Anybody at all?
Doesn't matter what they're like,
just as long as they've got a nice haircut and plenty of cash. Right?
Sometimes, darling, you do sound like a such a child.
Excuse me?
Sweetheart, men are men.
Quid pro quo.
This is not one of the worst things you could settle for.
Wow.
You think you're so
emancipated, don't you?
That's not empowerment you're standing on, sweetheart,
it's privilege. By all means, carry on having sex with all
these strangers under the pretence that it's you objectifying them.
But, sweetheart, no matter what your politics are, they're the ones
showing off to their friends about
the filthy posh bitch who demeaned herself for their pleasure.
You think you're better than these girls, don't you? Why's that?
Because you know you could have any one of their husbands'
tiny little schlongs? Well, I'm sure you're welcome to
them, because they have his money, his security and his children.
You get to be a wife or a mistress, Eve, not both.
At least these women pretend to have class.
Fuck's sake.
I love this game. I used to play this
with my mum and dad when we went on camping holidays.
Have you got any brothers and sisters?
When I was on holiday, my brother used to steal
my underpants and lock me in strangers' bedrooms.
Boys, eh?
So, tell me, what's a nice girl like you doing working in PR?
You seem like you've got too much of a soul.
I like it. I like helping people. Bollocks! If you really wanted to
help people, you'd be wiping old people's arses, or volunteering
for one of those charities that give flip-flops to hobos.
Alright.
I like the drama, as well, and the glamour.
I mean, come on, this is pretty cool right now, because I've
been watching you on the telly since I was, like, what, seven?
And I'm just sitting here playing cards and eating Hawaiian pizza.
Seven?
Christ. Go easy on me, love.
I'm in a fragile enough mental state as it is.
I don't go to that place 'cause I'm a sex addict, by the way.
The knocking shop.
I mean, I used to go there for the girls.
I know that sounds grubby, but in my head, I sort of
felt better than just going to nightclubs and shagging girls
'cause I was famous.
There was this one girl there, Cheryl.
We really hit it off, so we started...
Couldn't really call it a relationship, but she had a kid.
Oh, my - oh, my god. Your kid?
No-one knows.
Just Deepak, obviously,
and Robyn.
She managed to keep it all out of the press.
Danny, please don't get upset.
What sort of muppet messes this up, hey?
I come from nothing.
I've had the whole world literally on its knees
with my bell-end in its lips,
and I still managed to mess it up.
God, you've got a real way with words.
Thank you.
I'll have a Martini, dry and dirty.
Here she is, the wicked stepmother.
Caroline, Bessie, this is my wife, Charlotte.
Charlotte, this is my step-mum, Caroline.
She - she had an affair with my dad when I was, what, 14?
Then they moved to New York and Paulson PR became Mills-Paulson PR.
She even managed to
convince him to put her name first. That's how good she is at her job.
Well, I can't claim credit for the order of the alphabet.
I'm sure you'd try.
Hey, Sis, what's cooking?
It's amazing to see how much you've grown up, Damian.
Touche. Darling,
why don't we get another drink? Not your conventional step-mum.
I mean, can you imagine this Amazonian goddess coming into
your life when you're a 14-year-old boy, wanting you to call her Mummy?
Sweetheart, I never wanted you to call me Mummy.
It's a confusing time for a boy of that age, full of hormones.
I mean, what were you at the time, 26?
Damian, don't be...
Still, I suppose every family needs their black sheep.
Damian.
Honey, would you get me a drink?
Please.
I'll give you a hand.
OK.
Damian, I'm sorry about your father.
He loved you very much, and
I'm sorry that you're still angry about your parents' divorce.
I'm not angry.
They hated each other anyway.
Look, it's fine.
I'm sure when I'm in my 50s, I'll start fucking the help, too.
Don't you talk to me like that.
Don't you talk to any woman like that, you little brat.
Have you seen the will?
You might want to be more careful
about not pissing off your biggest shareholder.
So, would you like a dance? Oh, no, thank you.
I'm enjoying the show here enough. Are these your friends?
That's my mother, there, the one that looks like the matriarch
from a Greek tragedy who's just agreed the death of 1,000 babies.
She just wants me married off. The shame of having an unbetrothed
child is just awfully difficult to explain in the family newsletter.
"You can be a wife or a mistress, Eve, not both."
Virgins or whores.
Right, exactly. Oh, and also,
I just, um... I spiked their champagne with ecstasy.
I do realise that drugging a room full of strangers without
their consent is not cool. But my mum's a massive bitch.
Sorry not sorry.
Hey, it's Robyn.
I'm busy right now, but leave me a message after...
Right, no more now. Give it to me.
Give it to me.
I don't know how you do it.
What? That. This.
Does it not bother you, constantly being surrounded by these...
people?
You know, as a psychologist...
Oh, Bessie, please not now. I'm tired.
Sorry.
Just don't know how you survived it.
The joy of social mobility is
you get to realise that everyone's a prick.
Well, it's amazing, Mum, honestly.
Very proud of you, what you did.
You know that?
I know sometimes, I...
I mean, if I ever seemed
ungrateful... Oh, Bessie.
No, a black, single mother from a council estate in Croydon, to...
A black, single grandmother being looked down upon
by a roomful of rich white people.
They are not looking down at you. They are fucking terrified of you.
I'm sorry...
Well, I know I probably
wasn't... around enough. No, I get it.
I just wanted you to have everything you wanted.
And you wanted you to have
everything you wanted - and that's OK.
I had an affair, you know.
His name was Gerald. He's dead now.
He died in a yachting accident. He had a holiday home on the coast.
He used to take me there sometimes and make love to me.
I let him do anything to me.
He was a boarding school boy, you know, so naturally,
he had a few perversions, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes we did it in the marital bed.
I always left the sheets on
for when Duncan came home.
I never told him. Even when you happened, I never told him.
Didn't want to let him off the hook.
Anyway.
These people are so fucking weird.
Look at that thing. Fucking twins.
My cooch looks like a beef tomato that's been shot with an airgun.
I do six hours of Pilates a week.
Still, it's like a lollypop lady with carpal tunnel syndrome trying
to grip her stick.
It's an actual fucking tragedy.
Here she is, my beautiful girl!
My god, you are so beautiful. Do you know that?
I know, Mummy, why must I squander my diminishing...
No, no, seriously. Look, look.
Bones and your skin.
Isn't it amazing to think that you came out of my tummy? I mean,
isn't that just bloody mental?
Oh, when you were a little girl,
a baby, I couldn't stop smelling you.
Everyone thought I was this mad woman, but I couldn't get enough.
Oh, just...
Oh, I couldn't get enough.
I just...
I really, really love you, do you know that?
I love you, too, Mum.
My baby girl.
Oh, my baby.
Good gracious, look at you. And you are...
You are really beautiful, do you know?
Your bones... Oh, your skin. Oh...
Why does weeing feel so good?
Oh, my god, you're crying. Why?
Oh, um, nothing, honestly.
My mother. Yeah, they do that.
Why do you think mine wasn't invited?
I'm sorry. What for?
I was angry with my mother and so I wanted to show her
all you classy bitches are just as
basic as I am, and so I spiked the champagne with Molly.
Which one's Molly? Is she a stripper?
You must be so bored of us.
Most of these girls have been planning their wedding since
they were teenagers.
I wish I was like you.
Strong enough to swim against the current.
The rest of us, the water just washes us away.
I mean, do you think I want to marry your brother?
We've been together for 18 months and he's cheated on me twice.
Shagged a woman that runs a canine grooming salon. I mean, seriously.
He chose me. And I'm 28,
I'm too scared to say no.
It's not just me, you know.
Allegra's husband shags prostitutes on business trips.
Camilla's husband wanks off to Japanese pornography
when he thinks she's asleep. And Kitty is definitely gay.
But their weddings were bloody beautiful.
I'm going to do a sick now.
You know we consider it pretty rude to not buy a dance.
How about I just pay for the conversation?
Babe, they're all just paying for the conversation.
Does your mother know what you do?
Yep. And she's cool with it?
Not exactly. But then she works in brand management
for Nestle and, to be honest, I'm not exactly cool with that.
But that's her choice, right?
They fuck you up, your mom and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with a faults they had.
And add some extra.
Just for you.
Your mum's being sick in a plant pot.
You hate me. You think I'm a horrible mother.
You are a horrible mother.
But I don't hate you.
Here's the taxi.
He's here for you, Mum.
Oh.
Darling, I did my best with - with what I had.
Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf. (?)
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
Rob, thank goodness. Where have you been?
I've had a hell of a night.
Eve, is that you?
Tom?
You definitely don't want to come in with us?
You can squeeze in with Kaz.
Thank you, darling. I am totally exhausted.
Thank you for today.
It meant a lot, you being there.
Would have meant a lot to Duncan, as well.
Come here.
I love you, Mimi.
I love you, too, honey.
Come.
Hi.
Well, I suppose I should get going.
I suppose you should.
Was I an act of rebellion for you?
Was I for you?
Your son's a prick, you know that?
Yeah. I know. Gets it from his mother, I'm afraid.
Goodbye, Paulson.
Goodbye, Mills.
Did you get what I asked for?
There's a good boy.
So... No talking, please. Just get undressed.