TIM: Oy, get away from there!
Is it on?
Yeah, it's on.
So you can hear us?
No.
I love this guy.
Hello?
DAISY: What are you doing?
Nothing.
What's that?
It's an axe.
It's a bit dangerous, isn't it?
Yeah.
Don't worry, Daisy.
Mike knows exactly what he's doing.
I think we should lose the axe.
I like the axe.
I like my face.
I like your face.
Let's keep the axe.
MIKE: And it is my great pleasure
to introduce to you the newly improved version
of the single most effectivebattle bot since the Killer
Lot first killed a lot.
Ladies and gentlemen, Private Iron.
Bloody hell.
I still think it looks very dangerous.
Only in the wrong hands, Daisy.
Do you think you'll win?
Brian, look at him.
MIKE: We can't lose.
HIRING AGENT: Daisy Ann Steiner, 25 years old.
Hello.
It's says here that you've had three
employers in as many weeks.
Why do you think that is?
I-- I don't know.
I just can't work it out.
I think you can.
I got sacked.
That's right.
It seems you have a slightproblem with authority.
Several of your employers have reported
to us a general lack of concentration,
that you're belligerent--
--and often talk quite unauthorized.
Bollocks.
We're trying to help you, Daisy.
But we can only do that if you help us.
I-- I know.
I know.
It's me.
It's-- it's always been a problem of mine.
It's like I've got these twoopposing forces inside me.
There's my sensible side.
She's polite, cooperative,always does the right thing.
And then there's my reckless side.
She's a rebel.
She hates authority.
She knows what she wants, andshe'll do anything to get it.
You better shape up, Daisy.
You better understand.
Sometimes we have to make compromises.
You're right.
I've got you another placement.
It's a restaurant.
Neo Nachos in Kentish Town
Oh, I've-- I've been there.
It's nice.
You'll be in the kitchen.
Right. Right.
HIRING AGENT: Try not to lose this one.
I will.
I will try.
Not right.
Shit.
Need something else.
It's shit.
Shit.
Hello?
Brian.
Marty Berghaus, Reinhard Gallery.
Hello.
Hi.
Look, I know this is really short notice,
but Paolo Vincenza has pulled out
of the installation festival.
Oh.
Mm, yeah, his loss.
Shot himself in the foot, really.
What-- what, did he pull out?
He shot himself in the foot.
Terrible mess.
Very moving though.
Anyway, I was wondering if you wouldn't
mind filling in for him? - Me?
MARTY BERGHAUS: Yes.
It's tomorrow evening.
Would that be all right?
Uh--
Great.
See you tomorrow.
Shit.
Hey!
Looking great little one.
Give it to me.
So did you have a good weekend?
Yeah, it was all right.
What'd you get up to?
MIKE: Oh, you know, the usual.
Well, well, well, if itisn't the triumphant roboteers.
Hello, Dexter.
Have you thought any moreabout that rematch, Michael?
Yes and no.
What does that mean?
It means yes, he's thought about it,
and no, he doesn't want one.
Doesn't it?
Yes.
So that's a no?
Yes.
The regionals are over, Dexter.
We beat you fair and square.
You were lucky! We were better!
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Come on, now.
We don't want any trouble.
All right, maybe we did getlucky, but the fact is we won.
All is fair in love and robot wars.
All I want is another shot.
I know a place where we can go.- Where?
You know where.
What if we get damaged?
The quarter finals are next week.
We could jeopardize our position.
Oh, yeah.
I hadn't thought of that!
Mike, come on.
Let's go.
DEXTER: We'll be seeing you there, Michael.
Think about what I said.
Say no.
No.
That's a real shame.
Oh, god, it's always me, me, me, isn't it?
You've left home, remember?
I'm not a bleeding bank.
Anyway, give us a call, love.
Oh, it's your mum, by the way.
Hello Brian.
Hello.
You haven't been up in my region for a while.
I've sort of just come toget my paint roller back.
The big one?
There you go.
You got something excitinghappening downstairs?
Just got an instillationat the Brian Hart gallery.
Oh, that's great.
We should celebrate.
Come on, I've got a bottle of Paul
Roger left over from yesterday.
W--W--What was yesterday?
Sunday.
When are you installing yourself?
Uh, tomorrow.
Bloody hell, that's abit short notice, isn't it?
You better get on then.
It would be terrible if itwere a half-baked pile of crap,
wouldn't it?
You'd look really stupid.
I'll tell you what, I'll come along.
- N--No. - No, no, no.
I'll save the bottle ofchampers for the big night.
I'm sure I can resist its charms till then.
Excuse me, um, do youknow how I close my locker?
You can't lock it.
Tina keeps the keys.
Daisy Steiner.
Billy.
Glad to know you, Bill.
All right, let's start the meeting.
TINA: Is everybody here?
Let's get started.
Any questions about the last meeting?
Billy, perhaps you'd like to start.
I have a question.
Yes, Daisy?
Um, where can I get a key for my locker?
TINA: I have the keys.
If you would like to useyour locker, you come to me
and I will do it for you.
It's not really fair, is it?
I mean, what if you're not here?
Some of us don't find it so difficult
to remain in work, Daisy.
Right.
Any more questions?
Billy, you'll be downstairs today.
What?
N--N--No, I can't.
Y--Y--Y--Y--Y--Y--You can't make me.
N--N--N--No!
Meeting adjourned.
N--N--No!
OK, there we go.
Let's pub.
All right, I will get my flak jacket.
- Hello, Daisy. - All right, Mike.
Hey, how was work?
- Awful. - Did you get fired?
- Not yet. - Ah, that's good.
- How's it going? - Yeah, fine.
I'm just putting a fewlittle finishing touches on.
Oh, I thought you were goingto do more drawings on it.
Why?
Well, you know, the millions of people
would see your artwork.
DAISY: Tim? - Yeah-- no.
I-- I just didn't-- I didn't feel like it.
What does TFU stand for?
Uh, The Fuckest Uppest.
Yeah, Philippa Forrester would have loved that.
Mm, I didn't think she did it anymore.
No, no.
She, uh-- she had a baby.
Listen, why don't you be Philippa and I'll be me.
- You are? - Just interview me.
OK.
Uh, that's very interesting--
- No, do it properly. - OK.
This is a very large machine, Tim.
Take you long?
No, not really.
Hm, fast worker.
Well, why don't you come on back to my flat
and we'll find out?
I think you've already answered my question.
So you like my robot, then?
I love it.
What's this?
That's an axe.
Feel the weight.
There's nothing moredevastating than a big drama.
Shh.
Don't cheapen this.
What is going on?
Uh, I was just coming-- to the pub with you.
Yeah, I think we should setthe private down to the shed.
Hm what's up with Mike?
Nothing, he just-- heusually likes to be Philippa.
Good night, little one.
I'll see you in the morning.
DEXTER: Look at you, sittingthere so pretty and proud.
Take that!
You think you're better than me?
Oh, you're no better than bait trap!
You'll never be able to combat.
You'll never be in Robot Wars!
Oh, shit.
It's true!
DAISY: She sacked her her for that?
Yeah.
Oh, what a bitch.
Oh, look at me.
I'm Tina.
I've got the locker keys!
What is going on?
Nothing.
Really?
Well, I've decided to change the duty roster.
You'll be downstairs today.
Follow me.
Take these.
It'll make it easier.
This is Harris.
He'll show you the ropes.
I haven't seen you upstairs.
Oh, shit.
That's exactly what I said.
MART BERGHAUS: Brian!
Marty.
Good to see you.
Thanks for doing this, really.
Actually--
Well, I see you've found your space.
Hope it meets with your requirements.
W--Well, I-- I don't--
Because I'm going to pop out for a while.
Trust you'll be all right here on your own?
Ah, well, that's, um--
It's 10 AM now.
Exhibition starts at 6:30 PM.
Any problems, here's my mobile number.
Marty, I--I can't--
There we go.
Well, good luck with the getting.
Can't wait to see what you've come up with.
Natasha.
MIKE: Who would do such a thing, Tim?
I think I can guess.
No random hit, Tim.
It's been taken apart by someonewho knows what they're doing.
Yeah, and what's going to happen now?
Well, If we don't repair him in time,
the runners upautomatically go through.
And who's that?
Dexter and Cromwell.
TIM: Exactly.
But who did this?
- They did! - They wouldn't!
Of course, they would. This is it, man.
We're screwed.
Oh, we can't give up, Tim.
But we're never going to fix him now.
Oh, yes, we will.
How?
We'll find a way.
I'll use every contact.
We'll pull every favor.
We'll work every hour.
We're going to fix him and thenwe're going to kick some ass.
Timmy, fetch me my tools.
Mike, what about the show?
The show's over.
Shit.
It's not right.
Shit.
It just needs something else.
All done, Daisy?
Yeah.
I wonder if you wouldn't mindstaying on a while tonight.
But I--
Juicy has called in sick, and I'm
surely you wouldn't wantto leave me in the lurch,
would you?
So mop the floor and then take out the bin.
I can't do this!
Excuse me?
I'm sick of it.
Who do you think you are?
I'm a writer, all right?
I'm creative.
I'm not a-- a mop up.
They're all writers, Daisy.
What?
All the staff here are writers.
Not Harris?
Haikus, I believe.
Charlie, there, is an actor,but he's writing some play.
Even Billy?
Even Billy.
I was published in '97.
It was just a short story.
I, uh-- I, uh--
I came here in '98.
TINA: They're all creative, Daisy.
Not just you.
Now get creative with this.
Their robot!
Hello, boys.
Michael, hi.
Look, sorry to, uh, hear about your robot.
Crying shame that.
What do you mean, crying shame?
You did it, you fucking plum!
Well, whoever did it is academic now, isn't it?
You don't have a robot, and we do.
Ergo, we get to go onRobot Wars, and you don't.
Is that so?
You want a rematch?
You got one.
Where?
You know where.
Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club.
The first rule of Robot Club is you
do not talk about Robot Club.
The second rule of Robot Clubis you do not talk about ro--
wait, I got that wrong.
The second rule is no smoking.
Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Shh, I'm not supposed to talk about it.
Oh, all right.
First battle, BlueThunder versus Metallicock.
Activate!
MARTY BERGHAUS: Hello.
I've seen you here before, haven't I?
Always nice to meet an art lover.
Actually, I'm just here for the free booze.
Free booze, great.
I'm Marty Berghaus.
I own the gallery.
Oh, cheers.
Cheers.
I'm Marsha Klein.
So Marsha, are you, uh,enjoying the installation?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Very moving.
Mm, yes.
It certainly has something, doesn't it?
Loneliness, isolation, insecurity.
That's all Brian.
Cease!
Now for the Battle Royal,Private Iron versus Wall
Bastard.
Activate!
Cromwell!
What happened?
He bombed them out.
That's not fair!
Welcome to the real world, Michael.
It's not a fair place.
Prepare to be annihilated.
I think it's time we broughtout the big guns, Timmy.
I think you're right, Mike.
Oh, nice touch!
Thank you!
That's not fair!
Cease!
MARTY BERGHAUS: Brian, what can I say?
Well done.
I'm amazed you laid there for the duration.
Well, at least Tilda Swinton was comfortable.
Great work.
Listen, why don't you pop by next week?
Maybe we can talk about thepossibility of a residency.
What do you say?
OK.
Great.
Listen, I'll better call it a day.
Where are you off to now?
Hospital.
Ah, one of Damian'strending new bouts, no doubt.
Uh--
MARTY BERGHAUS: Oh, well,catch you next week.
Well, there you go, boy.
You was a knock-out.
What you laughing for?
I don't know.
Come on, Daisy.
Put your back into it.
Come on.
You can do better than that.
Stop gawping, you retards.
That's it!
That is it!
I'm not going to do this.
You haven't got a choice.
- You're not the boss of me.- Oh, yes.
I am.
Well, you are technically,but that doesn't
make you better than me.
I don't know what kind of kick you
get out of being such a bitch.
But I'm not here to help you get it.
Now these people are good people.
They're artists.
They deserve respect.
Come on, guys.
There's thousands of ways to make money.
It doesn't have to be like this.
We can walk out of herewith our heads held high.
We can show this bitch--
--that we don't need her.
She needs us, and it'sabout time she realized it.
Now who's with me?
Who's with me?
Anybody?
Interesting night then?
Uh, well, no more than unusual.
Cheers, boys.