Flack

Come on, come on!

Like that? -Do it harder!

Faster!

Use both hands!

I am!

Come on!

Don't stop, keep going!

Just let me... Fuck, fuck.

Blow in his mouth!

You're supposed to blow in his mouth!

Patrick, I've got this.

We weren't doing anything gay.

How old is he?

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I am fucked!

What exactly have you had?

Coke, vodka, MD,

we had some poppers, oxycodone, Vicodin, Klonopin,

and he was drinking that stuff

with little gold flakes in it.

You know, golf leaf.

- How much cocaine? - I don't know, a lot!

Listen to my voice.

There was just a bowl of it.

What's his name?

Uh, I don't know, Pedro?

Pedro.

Christ, you don't even know his name.

- Don't snap at me, this is very stressful.

- Okay, can you roll that thing up?

You're flapping it really close to my face.

If this comes out, I'm dead.

It's, it's over.

I can't do this, man. - Patrick!

If this comes out, I'll get crucified!

Patrick!

I'm gonna die!

If you kill yourself, I'll fucking kill you.

I can't take this.

I'm done, I'm done.

Ugh!

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Good.

That's for getting sick on my dress.

Now get it together.

As for you,

wake the fuck up!

Patrick?

Room service!

You ordered room service?

I've got blood sugar issues!

Everything all right in there?

- Just leave it in the hall, please!

Go get dressed, right now.

No lampo, por favour.

I'm just gonna put this down right here.

Mr. Andrews.

There is no Mr. Andrews, hon.

Mr. Andrews.

I tell.

- Here's what's gonna happen, okay?

You're not gonna tell anyone about Mr. Andrews,

because Mr. Andrews wasn't here

and you have never met Mr. Andrews.

It's a favour I'm asking, and in return,

I'm not gonna have you arrested for solicitation

and thrown in prison,

where you'll get to do exactly what you're doing right now,

but for a hell of a lot less money.

Oh, you understood that all right, then.

You can stay here tonight.

I'l take care of the hill.

You can order room service, you can use the minibar,

knock yourself out.

But tomorrow, you fuck off and we'll hear no more about it.

Deal?

Deal.

Oh, one more thing.

Let's get rid of these, shall we?

Is that all of them?

Yes.

Thanks, Pedro.

Left down the corridor, to the service elevator,

I'll have a cab meet you at the end of the street.

Thank you for coming, Robyn.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

All right, come on.

Buenas noches, Pedro.

Morning, Auntie Robyn!

Oh, Jesus!

Hi, sweetheart.

You smell funny.

You look funny.

- I made up the bed in the spare room for you.

Couldn't make it that far?

What time is it?

Six.

There was a crisis at work.

Course there was.

Morning, Rob.

Morning!

Radiant as usual.

Hey!

Naughty Auntie Robyn!

Hey, that was your fault.

- Okay, Kelly can have fruit or toast

or one of those Frubes if she really wants one.

You're not working today?

- No, she's letting me work from home this morning.

Daddy daycare.

There's coffee for you.

Thank you.

Me.

Is everything all right?

Peachy.

Okay, let's do this.

- Are you sure you don't wanna take a shower?

You smell like a stripper, doesn't she?

I'm okay.

- Auntie Robyn, you dropped this.

Oh, thanks, babe.

Can't have my coffee without my sugar.

Thanks.

Are you effing kidding me?

Fuck!

Ow! - Hey!

Eff.

- Kelly, let's make some toast, darling.

Come on.

You like yours strong.

Don't, Robyn!

Not in my house.

I swear, it's not mine.

I confiscated it from a client.

Hey, those are mine!

You'll get 'em back.

- There is an extra bottle for Teddy in the fridge.

There is backup if you need it

in the freezer, it's dated... Freezer, I know, darling.

I think I can cope... From the oldest date first

and move forward... Looking after our children

for a morning. - Because you know I want it

to keep until - All right.

If I'm not at work by eight,

Caroline will have me chemically castrated.

'Kay.

You good? - Absolutely.

You? - Yep.

Let's doit.

Good to see you, Rob.

Hope it, uh, all goes well this morning.

I'll be thinking of you.

And you, of course.

Bye. - Mwah.

Be good for Daddy.

Mwah. - Can we have pancakes?

Can't have pancakes, sweetie, it's not Sunday.

Let's make some pancakes.

Shades might be a bit much.

At least I made an effort.

What's wrong with this?

- Nothing, if you're a high-end prostitute looking for work.

- 1 didn't know we were supposed to dress

like Jackie Onassis.

I don't know, this, here?

You ready?

Wait!

Hey.

Should we say something?

Like what?

I don't know, like a prayer.

What?

A prayer?

Okay.

Hey, shh.

We shouldn't have left.

We shouldn't have let her.

You and me, kid.

Oh shit.

No, it's fine, it's fine.

You go.

Hello?

I love you.

I love you, bye.

Yes?

Mm-hmm.

Yep.

Is she in? - Office.

Come.

Morning, Caroline.

- Does this make me look like a lesbian?

Uh...

No, it's lovely.

You misunderstand.

I want to look like a leshian.

It's for a benefit for leshians.

- Oh, well in that case, with the right hair...

- What lesbian are we talking, Ellen or Portia?

The second one?

- Someone's trying to sell a story on Anthony Henderson.