"That's the injustice of it." "If the critics want to shoot you down, the work doesn't stand a chance." "Bloody Mitchell." "And he nobbled half the other journos as well." "Why aren't the buyers just ignoring the press?" "Unless the rumours are true that Davina's told everyone if they buy from Ali Redcliffe she'll stop selling to them." "What!" "Marco is doing all he can to sell, yeah?" "Yeah." "He's working flat out." "Of course he is." "He's clever and charming and funny and clever." "Yeah, so clever he got caught copping off with some babe." "OK." "Thank you for reminding me" "I should've known he was just leading me on." "He just wanted to know he could have you." "Another one of his conquests." "I saw, I conquered, I came." "I'm eating." "You're always eating." "So Ali, err, you're not interested in Marco romantically?" "No." "No way." "Romance with Marco is definitely off the menu." "Ali, get your passport... we're going to Paris." "I can't believe it." "Sylvie Montrose in Paris!" "I know!" "Sylvie Montrose!" "Well, who is Sylvie Montrose?" "Forgive her Father for she knows not what she says." "Sylvie Montrose buys for department stores in every fashion capital." "Making her only the most powerful buyer in the known world." "And a notorious lipstick lesbian." "Oh, so she's a big deal then?" "What about reviews?" "Sylvie is above that." "If she likes it she'll buy it." "I guess you'll be needing a stylist in Paris." "Sorry, not enough cash, Meems, for three." "That's OK." "I could pay for myself." "Anything for Ali." "I appreciate that but if you can help us here that'd be great." "And you, go home, pack a bag... it's time to take Ali Redcliffe global." "I know Edith but think what a splash they'd make in your window." "Fifth Avenue's never seen anything quite like it." "No?" "I see." "Of course I understand." "Orlando... care to join me for a little punch?" "I've just had Bergdorf's on the phone." "I knew they'd come running." "They only want the basics from the collection." "What about my designs?" "My signature pieces." "They are not interested in your pieces." "You see, this collection was supposed to consolidate my position on the international stage." "Sales domestically are still strong." "Which is more than some - Ali hasn't had a nibble." "I mean she's rushing off to Paris to catch Sylvie Montrose." "Sylvie Montrose?" "I think it was her." "I forget." "Might've got it wrong." "Was it or wasn't it?" "Was." "Where is she staying?" "I don't know." "Marco just got a tip off." "Seconds away..." "Round one." "So, Paris." "With Ali?" "Alone?" "Oh, you figured that out yourself?" "Flowers are always nice." "There's nothing going on." "Hmmm." "No and there's no vodka in my coffee." "Here you go." "Thanks." "Mimi." "You wouldn't happen to know Ali's favourite flowers would you?" "You know, just a small token of good luck." "Ali?" "Flowers?" "She hates flowers." "And why do men always go for the obvious anyway, you know flowers, chocolates, skinny girls." "I mean for once why don't they dig a little deeper and see maybe inner beauty, or brains or humour, hmm?" "Right." "Thanks." "Yellow roses." "Ali likes yellow roses." "She says they remind her of summer." "Thanks." "And Marco... be gentle with her, OK?" "She's not tough like I am." "I will." "You're a good friend, Mimi." "Too good." "There you go." "Now." "Before you book the hotel, a word..." "BUZZER" "Hello." "Hey, Ali." "I read the reviews." "Well, then you should have bought a wreath." "The collection was incredible." "I thought you were too busy with modelling and models." "I don't know." "I was...being a knob." "No argument there." "And I suppose I was a bit weird with Jed." "But then again it is a bit weird when an ex turns up, isn't it?" "Isn't it?" "I made a mistake." "I want you back." "But I thought you had your pick of women these days." "There's only one woman I want." "Thank you for the lift." "I can't believe you're going off to Paris with another guy." "On it's not another guy, it's Marco and I'll be back tomorrow." "Ohh..." "I can't take it." "I'm sure you'll cope." "Here's hoping." "Bye." "MOBILE RINGS" "What do you want?" "'You." "'Ali." "I love you." "I have done the entire time we were together, 'and definitely loved you all the time we were apart." "'So let's not waste any time, I just..." "'Screw it... 'let's get married.'" "Why not?" "I mean you love me, right?" "Yes." "Well, that's case closed." "Ali Redcliffe...will you marry me?" "An answer soon would be good..." "I've gone over the minutes for this month." "# Oh, happy day" "# Oh, happy day" "# Yeah, happy day" "# Oh, happy day" "# Oh, happy day. #" "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." "Don't worry." "What kept you?" "Chris." "Chris?" "We just got engaged." "I know." "I can't quite believe it." "Yeah, me neither." "That's..." "Wow..." "That's...news." "Congratulations." "Who are these from?" "Oh." "Those are just comp from the Eurostar." "You know you don't really have to read the card..." ""Hope this is the first of many trips together."" "That was nice of them, huh?" "Yeah." "I think I'm going to grab a, um." "I'll be right back..." "# Come on, skinny love, just last the year... #" "Morning, Sir." "What would you like?" "I'll take a Scotch." "Make it a double." "Marco..." "Don't worry, we're almost there." "No, about the flowers..." "Just five minutes." "Bonsoir, bienvenue a L'Hotel Zephirine." "Hi, we have two rooms for one night." "Marco Keriliak." "Certainly, sir." "Ah, yes." "One night." "One room." "One room?" "No, that's two rooms for one night." "I have the reservation here... chocolate in the room, Champagne on ice, and no wake up call." "Champagne?" "No, no that's a mistake." "Ah." "Yeah." "A mistake." "A terrible mistake but there are no other rooms." "You will have to stay together." "Pity, non?" "Upstairs on the left." "Merci." "Dorota." "Why would she do that?" "Who knows." "And the flowers?" "I told you, that was Eurostar." "Marco, it's your handwriting." "Did you set this up?" "Why do you have to read something into everything?" "All right yes, I gave you the flowers because I didn't want you to feel nervous." "Meeting Sylvie Montrose is a big deal." "Aren't you changing the subject?" "Yes!" "Because we should focus on why we're here which is to sell your collection." "So you can have the bed and I'll take..." "Whatever that's called." "Chaise longue." "Thank you." "HE SIGHS" "# I don't want to be shy, can't stand it anymore" "# I just want to say hi to the one I love" "# Cherry blossom girl" "# I feel sick all day long" "# From not being with you... #" "I'm going to go for a walk." "HE SINGS IN FRENCH" "You know, some people are trying to sleep, man!" "'Hi, sorry you missed me." "Leave a message.'" "Hi, Chris." "I just wanted to say I love you." "Excuse me." "You're just what I need." "Marco." "Where have you been?" "Oh." "Ali, this is Marie." "Right." "I see I needn't have worried." "Busy night?" "Meet your models." "Are you sure this is the right cafe?" "Yeah, Sylvie has breakfast here every time she's in Paris." "She's not going to know what's hit her." "Well, apparently she has an eye for a pretty face." "So she'll walk in, be wowed by the dresses, and the collection is sold before she's had chance to drink her espresso." "It looks great, Marco." "It really does." "And Sylvie's going to think the same thing." "Car." "Auto." "Voiture." "Pronto...please?" "Do you want me looking like Donatella?" "Skin you could make a handbag out of?" "Marco, about last night... and the roses." "Are we still on that?" "Talk about no good deed goes unpunished." "So that's all it was then, just a good deed?" "Do you want it to mean more than that?" "No, I'm engaged." "Exactly." "Exactly." "So we're cool?" "We're cool." "Strictly business?" "Strictly business." "Great." "So." "Where is she then?" "She'll be here." "Our train is going at 11." "I am leaving." "Marie, just 10 more minutes please." "No." "No." "You said 100 euros for two hours." "Time is up." "Goodbye." "Aren't you forgetting something?" "This is a lesbian fantasy come true but there's no damn lesbian here to enjoy it." "All right." "Too tacky." "Too blah." "Too High Street." "Too Coronation Street..." "I thought you were going to help." "I am helping!" "I know Ali's taste better than anyone." "I was online all night picking these out." "That's it." "Yeah?" "It's perfect, it's so..." "Ali." "We offer a personal shopping service now, do we?" "Sorry, Davina..." "No, it's my fault." "Alex is helping me pick out an engagement ring for Ali." "Congratulations." "Alex, I'm going out." "I'll be back... when I'm back." "She scares me." "I know." "Isn't she fabulous?" "It was such a great plan." "I can't believe it didn't work." "There's always another way." "Don't you worry." "Sylvie, darling!" "How are you?" "Davina!" "How lovely to see you." "You too, you look so well." "As do you." "That skin." "FRENCH ACCENT:" "Impeccable." "My suite is ready?" "Yes, of course." "So, how did it go?" "Well." "We didn't get to see Sylvie." "Who cares about her?" "I mean, any other news?" "I got engaged." "Gratulacje!" "You two are so perfect for each other." "This is wonderful." "We're not engaged." "What?" "I don't understand." "Chris asked me to marry him." "Chris was in Paris?" "No." "Before Paris." "Trish get those dresses cleaned and Dorota make sure there are no rips." "I've booked tickets for the ballet..." "Ballet?" "I thought you liked the ballet?" "Bunch of prancing fruits and anorexics " "I get enough of those at work." "No." "Dinner would be nice, just the two of us." "Right." "I'll book somewhere and then tomorrow we can have a private showing of my collection..." "For Christ's sake, what are you doing?" "I've seen steadier hands on an alcoholic." "I..." "Just leave it." "Go away." "Davina, aidez moi." "I'm sorry?" "You have such an eye for these things." "A showing, you say?" "Yes." "Just for you." "Word on the street, Davina dear, is that you have lost it." "And this new boy of yours hasn't found it for you." "Well, the word on the street is wrong." "Orlando and I work spectacularly well together." "Good." "Well, we'll see tomorrow, won't we?" "It's beautiful." "It's so..." "You?" "Yeah!" "I'm sorry it's loose, I'll get it sized." "I've organised a drinks thing... to make up for running off yesterday." "Nothing major, just a few friends." "I don't think my friends can believe it." "I don't think I quite believe it." "You're sure though?" "Yes." "Totally." "Let's drink the champagne I brought back." "It's chilling in the fridge." "INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION" "Hey, everyone." "I just wanted to say a few words." "Ali and I haven't known each other for that long." "But from the moment I met her I knew that she was beautiful and special... and talented, with a heart as big as her hair." "Oi!" "Ow." "Anyway, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." "Oh, thank you." "To Ali." "ALL:" "To Ali and Chris." "Thank you." "Excuse me." "Sylvie Montrose is in London." "What?" "She just checked into The Mayfair Hotel." "This is our chance to get to her." "Err." "Now?" "We don't know how long she's going to be here." "Can't you do this tomorrow, mate?" "She might be gone by then." "Err.." "OK, um." "This is a one-off chance." "Do you mind?" "Do what you think's best." "OK..." "I'm not going to be long." "I'll hurry back." "Thank you." "Sorry, guys." "Bye." "Thanks for calling." "I owe you one." "All right." "The concierge says she in suite 730." "We sit her down make her watch the DVD of your fashion show." "It'll blow her away." "It's that easy is it?" "Well, the designs are great, you're great... what's not to love?" "What do we do now?" "Leave the promo outside?" "Maybe at reception?" "No, we're going to go inside." "How are we going to get inside her suite?" "Wait here." "Marco!" "Marco, what are you doing?" "Selling your collection." "Now go hide." "Hey." "I just umm..." "I was just taking a shower and I thought it was room service and I locked myself out." "I'm such a moron." "Oh, dear." "I flew in today." "Jet lag." "Have you ever been to New York?" "No, but my son he lives in Sydney." "You must be so proud." "Si." "Yeah, if you could just let me back in the room because I'm completely naked under here." "Oh!" "Come." "Come." "You're the best." "Anytime." "You come back in the morning for a big fat tip, OK?" "Oh!" "Muchas gracias, senor." "You have no shame!" "See that fruit basket..." "who's it from?" ""From all your friends at British Vogue."" "PS...check this out." "Ali Redcliffe - she's the future." "Lets get out of here." "Do you really think this'll work?" "Shhh!" "Just outrageous!" "It's just so nice to spend some time with you...alone." "Kick your shoes off, Davina." "Make yourself feel at home." "Whisky?" "Yes." "How would you like it, dear?" "Straight?" "I so rarely see you these days." "Well, that's because you're always jetting off here, there..." "Well, now you have me.." "You'd better make use of me." "If my sales take off globally you'd see so much more of me." "Yes, it would be interesting hearing your global view." "I'm thinking New York, Milan, obviously Tokyo... and then maybe a little shop on Rodeo Drive." "Don't tell me..." "it's either a guy or it's a guy." "There's no other reason why a beautiful woman would be sat here alone downing bar snacks." "I'm just hungry." "Believe me, no man's worth that many peanuts." "So what happened?" "It's the same old story..." "he likes my best friend, but my best friend's likes someone else." "It's all very High School Musical." "So if he doesn't like you why waste your time...and your figure?" "Don't hold back, bartender." "I'm sure there are plenty of guys who do like you." "Yeah, they're all queuing up." "That must make me head of the line then." "Actually you can do something for me." "Anything." "Get me an American Hot." "To go." "All right mate, how's it going?" "So...did she like the ring or did she like the ring?" "Yeah, she liked the ring." "Shame she's not here to show it off." "You can't miss a date with Montrose." "Or Marco it would seem." "Look." "She'll be back in a sec." "Is there something going on between Marco and Ali?" "Look it's just work." "You know she loves you." "Then why isn't she here?" "Well..." "Give her a call then." "MOBILE VIBRATES" "Make it stop." "I can't get to it." "I guess you're not picking up." "I hope it's going well." "I love you, baby." "Keep it upright." "Thanks for the tip." "Are you off?" "Yeah, I'm knackered." "It's been a long day." "Give us a piece of that first." "Hmm." "Ok." "Wow!" "You have so pulled." "I didn't ask for it with extra cheese." "Well, you got it." "I wouldn't have come to England if I hadn't thought you'd, er... ..make it worth my while." "Well... ..it will be, when you see the collection." "Look, darling, I'm absolutely exhausted, I must be going." "Look, do you mind awfully if I have an apple?" "It's just that I haven't eaten since 2003." "Goodnight, Sylvie." "Bonne nuit." "Fait de bonne nuit." "A demain." "A demain, cherie." "WATER RUNS" "I think Davina took the promo." "DOOR SLAMS" "Oh, my God!" "I can't believe we just did that!" "Thank God they didn't do anything." "Urghh." "Yeah, I don't think I'm ready for any girl-on-much-older-girl action." "It didn't work, though." "No, it didn't." "Either way, I had one hell of a night." "Yeah, me too." "BUSKER STRUMS" "I better go." "Are you sure?" "Yep." "Good night, Marco." "Chris!" "I didn't know what time you'd be back, so I thought I'd stay up and wait." "Well, I.. ow!" "You all right?" "Yep." "Um..." "Look, I'm sorry I left, and I would have been back earlier, it's just we got stuck in a hotel room and..." "Hotel room?" "Yeah, and now Marco's hatched a plan to get Sylvie tomorrow..." "Ali, where's your engagement ring?" "What?" "Your ring." "Oh, it's... we popped into the studio on the way to the hotel and I put it in the safe." "For safekeeping." "In the safe." "You're sure about this engagement, aren't you?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "Yeah, of course." "It's an engagement ring." "I was just wondering if maybe one of the maids had seen it or picked it up." "Well, no..." "Oh, God." "I thought you were Chris." "Why, was that Marco?" "No, why do you say that?" "Just Chris was asking about you and him last night." "So what's going on?" "Nothing." "Checking for lies - beep, beep, beep beep..." "Shhhhh!" "OK, I love Chris." "But..." "But..." "Marco..." "But Marco what?" "It's just when I'm with him, I..." "Ali, you're engaged." "I know." "I know." "And I'm really messing things up here, but..." "This has got to stop." "I've tried." "Well, try harder." "This is ridiculous, it's ridiculous, because I want to be with Chris." "I love Chris." "He's all I could ever possibly want in a man." "And everything Marco isn't." "Ali, Chris loves you." "I love you." "So get married in ivory, eat cake, breed." "And live happily ever after?" "See you." "See you." "Hi, I called just a minute ago about an engagement ring." "Who was that?" "That was Mimi." "She was just wondering if I got to Sylvie last night." "Hmm." "I've been thinking about Sylvie, actually." "Yeah?" "I'd like to help you sell the collection." "I'll come into work with you today." "We can get your ring back too." "Lydia, I need you here by ten with as many girls as you can muster." "I need you to fit the models as soon as they get here." "Marco..." "Transport?" "Sorted." "Not now, Dorota." "Yes, now." "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "It's a great idea." "Or are you letting your heart rule head?" "This may be the last chance to show Sylvie the collection." "I have seen you doing some crazy things, but this?" "If we don't sell today, we're out of options." "The label could fold, and Ali... could be out of my life for good." "I can't lose her, Dorota." "Then I'm right behind you, God help me." "We may need more than God's help." "Chris to what do we owe..." "I'm just here to help." "Great." "Do you want to get the ring first?" "Er, yes." "The ring?" "That we put it in the safe yesterday, for safekeeping." "Right!" "Yeah." "She didn't want to risk losing it, of course." "In a second." "I want to tell you what's going on with Sylvie." "What?" "I've got an idea." "Sylvie, darling." "Welcome to my humble garret." "This is my designer, Orlando." "Ya, ya, ya." "Rackers." "Ready." "No." "No." "No." "IN FRENCH ACCENT:" "Possible." "No." "No." "Possible." "Oui." "Oui." "Are you sure you about this?" "She's already agreed, haven't you?" "I wish there was another way..." "But there isn't, so we're on." "You should think about what it might do to your reputation." "She doesn't have a reputation." "It's time to light a fire." "And see the whole thing go up in flames?" "Very poetic." "You should be published." "Let's go." "Ali..." "Ali." "Look, Chris, it'll be fine." "Let's get this show on the road." "No." "No." "No." "No." "# London calling to the faraway towns" "# Now war is declared... #" "What the hell is going on?" "# London calling to the underworld" "# Come out of the cupboard You boys and girls" "# London calling Now, don't lecture us" "# Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust" "# London calling See, we ain't got no swing" "# Except for the reign of the truncheon... #" "Get out!" "Get your.... ah!" "Get your hands off her!" "Ali, are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "I'm fine." "I'm Marco Keriliak, and this is just a sample of Britain's hottest new fashion designer, Ali Redcliffe." "Is everyone OK?" "Nice job, girls." "Do you think it worked?" "Worked?" "She loved it." "It was written all over her Botox." "Thank you." "What was going on in there?" "What do you mean?" "Let's go back to the hotel." "I'm having a conversation." "Ali, you have to be there." "Marco, you're going to have to go on your own." "How long has it been going on?" "Nothing's going on." "Don't lie to me, Ali." "I'm not lying." "Ali, come on." "I saw you two in there!" "Your trips to Paris and your flowers and your little love notes." "And you take off my ring." "My ring, Ali, I mean, what's that about?" "Is that so you don't have to think about me when you're with him?" "No!" "Oh, that's right, you put it in the safe, for safe keeping." "Chris..." "Ali, you don't have a safe!" "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" "According to you, there's nothing going on." "There isn't." "Well, so tell me you've got no feelings for him, then." "Tell me." "Well..." "Nothing has happened between us." "Yeah, but you'd like it to." "No." "I don't know." "I'm just trying to be honest." "What are you saying?" "Chris, I'm saying that I'm confused and... ..and I can't marry you." "Why did you say yes in the first place?" "Because I loved you." "I still do love you." "But you love him more?" "No." "It's not that simple." "Yeah, it is babe." "No, it's not, because if it was, I would just marry you and I wouldn't look back." "but I can't." "And that's no way for two people to start a life together, is it?" "You're choosing him?" "I'm trying to do the right thing here, OK?" "You deserve better than this." "You deserve better than me." "I am so sorry you had to be subjected to that." "Ce ne me fait rien." "But I must tell you, I loved the collection." "I knew you would." "Look, lets have a drink of something and then you can have a proper look at it." "Not yours, Davina." "Hers." "It's like Davina Bailey used to be, only better." "Well, that's because Ali used to work for me." "She's just exploiting my influence." "To great effect." "You're not tempted, are you?" "Unless you have something better to tempt me with." "Stop." "Davina Bailey shouldn't have to do that to sell her collection." "Get that girl back." "Then you get Davina Bailey back." "DOOR OPENS" "Rather desperate, wasn't it?" "Davina, just say what you've come to say and leave, because I really am not in the mood." "Well, I have an offer that may improve your mood." "There is nothing that you could possibly say..." "Come back to Davina Bailey as head designer." "I have my own label now." "It's only a label if it sells." "It will sell." "Sylvie's gone." "Marco blew it." "She hated the collection and his tactics." "Then we'll find another buyer." "There are no other buyers." "You know that." "It's over for Ali Redcliffe." "Marco will find a way." "You don't know him." "Oh, but I do." "We used to be partners." "When Marco and I graduated from St Martins, we had a 50-50 deal." "I'd design, he'd sell." "I kept my part of the bargain." "He did not keep his." "Maybe your designs weren't up to it." "Oh, but they were." "I knew it." "But Marco just couldn't sell." "He ruined my reputation with his ridiculous stunts and incompetence." "Just like today." "And look at you now." "I had to claw my way back." "Beg for a second chance." "Because of Marco." "He'd destroyed your career like he did mine." "Marco will sell." "Think about my offer." "Oh, in the meantime, I have something for you." "I took the liberty of having it sized." "Trouble in paradise?" "You see, Marco really does destroy things." "Sylvie's gone." "She checked out, heading God knows where." "Is everything OK?" "I called off my engagement." "Sylvie hates the collection." "Davina was here." "She told me." "She offered me a job." "Head designer." "I don't believe it." "She also said you two used to be partners." "Why didn't you tell me?" "It was a long time ago and it didn't work out." "Marco, you should have told me." "That's the problem with you." "I never know where I stand." "You always keep me in the dark." "Hang on a second." "Davina asked you back after Sylvie saw your collection?" "Yes." "That means Sylvie liked your work." "Then why isn't she here?" "Because Davina's got to her." "Don't you see, Ali?" "Davina's realised that she needs you." "So what?" "We still don't have a buyer, and even if we find one," "Davina will be right there to mess it all up again." "She's always one step ahead of us." "Not this time." "I've got it." "It's genius." "A way to get a buyer and get Davina off our backs, once and for all." "I don't understand." "Ali, you say you don't know where you stand with me." "Well, that's going to change." "I have a proposition for you." "I may have to call you back, Fleur." "I'm being propositioned." "Well?" "I want you to buy Ali's collection." "What?" "You need Ali Redcliffe, and right now, Ali Redcliffe needs you." "What are you proposing?" "I want you to buy Ali's first collection, distribute it via your usual outlets, fund the label for the next two years." "And what do I get out of it?" "Ali will ghost-design the next four Davina Bailey collections." "No-one understands you better than she does." "Sylvie Montrose knew it and I know it." "Interesting." "But you'll have no creative input into her label." "We will run Ali Redcliffe our way." "You need her." "Seems I'm not the only one." "What?" "I've seen how you look at her." "It's how you used to look at me." "That was years ago." "Yes, I know, but it's all so familiar, isn't it?" "The talented young designer, the suave manager promising her the world." "You forget, I have the luxury of knowing how it ends." "I love her." "Yeah." "You used to love me, remember?" "And just when I thought I'd got over you, you walk back into my life with her." "And every day I have to see you, hear or think about you." "My God." "All this time you haven't been out to get Ali." "You've been out to get me." "You broke my heart." "So Ali has to suffer?" "No, not any more." "You can have your deal." "On one condition." "You leave Ali and her business." "Do you love her enough to leave?" "Marco, where are we going?" "A little surprise." "Davina buying the collection was enough of a surprise for one day." "God, even saying it just gives me the shivers." "I told you, we got her right where we want her." "If she ever tries to pull anything again, we walk." "You make it sound so simple." "It is." "So I really do have my own label?" "Completely funded for the next two years." "What are we doing here?" "Close your eyes." "Now open them." "Oh, my God!" "You've done it, Ali." "We've done it." "Orlando, dear, a word before you go." "Yes?" "Sylvie Montrose, she's not buying." "I knew your friend had screwed this up." "No, I don't think we can blame Ali for this one." "It's just not worked out, has it?" "What?" "So I think it's best if we parted company, as it were." "What?" "!" "Read my lipstick." "You're fired." "You can't fire me." "I've already secured a new designer." "Who?" "I believe you already know her." "Davina?" "Are you sure about this, babes?" "She can't touch us any more." "No, Davina is like one of those psychos in a horror film who pops back to life when you least expect it." "Not this time." "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." "So you've really beaten her?" "Well, ding, dong, the witch is dead." "Cheers." "I can finally do what I've always wanted." "And it's all down to this man." "I'm really happy." "For both of you." "BUZZER" "Ooh!" "That'll be the pizzas." "Get the door, Meems." "I'll get my purse." "Are you OK?" "This is meant to be a celebration, or so you keep telling me." "Yeah, I just wish we could be alone." "Well, we can." "Later." "I knew you'd fall on her." "Pizza with extra cheese?" "So how come you're delivering pizzas anyway?" "Lydia requested me." "And they could spare me tonight." "A perk of owning your own bar." "You own the bar?" "I own two bars, actually, and a bistro." "My kind of man." "24-hour access to food." "You can have 24-hour access to whatever you like." "Wow!" "Does that kind of line actually ever work?" "You tell me?" "Hello, Davina." "Ali, darling," "I just had to come and say how... pleased I am that we are back together." "Yeah." "This better be the end of it." "Believe me, it's over." "Completely over." "Let's just focus on the future." "Put all that silliness behind us." "The future." "The future." "Us single girls have to stick together." "Could we have a little word about the deal?" "You know you're just prolonging the agony, don't you?" "I just wanted to see her happy." "Well, you'd never be able to sustain it, Marco." "Sooner or later you'd let her down." "You must really hate me." "No." "I just know you." "Hurry up." "Ali, I'm going to head out." "Oh, really?" "I was hoping you'd stay." "Well, we just have to sort out some paperwork." "Oh." "OK." "So I'll see you later, then." "Thank you." "# And I am a material girl" "# You know that we are living in a material world... #" "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "It looks like you got your happy ending after all, babe." "Yeah, maybe I did." "I know the rules." "Never mix business with pleasure." "But then, we never did play by the rules, did we?" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"