Duke leans into the speaker phone held at his mouth. ‘But I’m not actually going out with her,’ he begins to protest, but Carter cuts him off.

‘You are for the next six to twelve weeks. We’ll get her people to organise her as your plus-one for the big event. Maybe she can do the SAG Awards and Critics’ Choice? We’ll circle back. But for now, congratulations! This is what we’ve been working towards!’

Carter hangs up, and Dream takes the phone, congratulating him again and telling him that he deserves it. Duke doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s strange, but the person he wants to tell is Evie. He knows that’s stupid. She’s been using him to pass the time. But that doesn’t make it any less true: she’s the one he wants to hear saying well done.

He heads to make-up to see if she’s been through there, but no one has seen her today. He should be prepping for the next shot, and he can see Daphne on set already, talking to Katerina, the DP, explaining something about the lighting. He heads over.

‘Katerina,’ he says, calling her name. ‘You don’t know where Magda is, do you? Or Evie?’

She looks confused, and her cheeks colour.

‘Why would I know?’ she says, defensively, and Daphne shoots him daggers as if to say, What the hell, dude? Ah. He isn’t supposed to know. Right. Well, that was indiscreet.

‘Daphne?’ he says, as if he’s asking everyone. ‘Have you seen them?’

She shakes her head. ‘No, Duke. And we’re setting up for scene 53, when you’re ready.’

‘Right,’ he says. ‘Yeah. Sorry. Of course.’

He walks over to the monitors to see how everything is looking, and then picks up the annotated script he’s made notes on with Daphne. He’s got eleven million thoughts racing through his mind, and not one of them he can hold on to.

‘You okay?’ Daphne says, coming over to him. ‘I need your head in the game, pal. Teammates, remember?’

‘Yeah,’ Duke says, and his voice sounds far away. ‘It’s just … I just found out I’ve got a Golden Globe nomination. For the guest role I did in The Marvellous Mrs Maisel.’

‘WHAT?’ Daphne says, her eyebrows practically leaping off her face. ‘WHAT? DUKE! A GLOBE NOM! OH MY GOSH! Well, that changes everything! Go do what you need to do! We’ll wait.’

‘Thanks, Daph.’ Duke tries to muster a genuine smile, and then he goes to his trailer to pick up his phone. Who can he call? Who can he share this moment with? He hits the number for his mother.

‘Darling!’ she slurs, and he can tell immediately that she’s drunk.

‘Mum,’ Duke says, cautiously. ‘Hey. You all right? Have you … have you had a drink?’