Duke watches her walk away. Just a few more days and the shoot will be done, and he’ll be jetting off to … well. He hasn’t decided. He might check in at The Hotel Bel Air, if he can get a room this late, and just think about how next year looks, what he wants and how to make it happen. He’ll need to juice-cleanse before the Globes, and up his workouts, so it makes sense to be in California. Will he still have to juice-cleanse as a producer, or if he starts writing screenplays? God, now there’s a thought. Imagine eating a proper British Christmas dinner with all the trimmings and not feeling guilty about it. Imagine kids waking him up at the crack of dawn, eventually, and not having to worry about sleep quality impacting his complexion.

None of this has been real. He’s been building his house on sand and wondering why it all keeps crumbling. Well, no more. Bollocks to PR and diets and being a brand, a commodity that makes everyone else rich. Sure, he makes money too, but at what cost? It’s done. Over. Finished. Out with the old and in with the new. Bring. It. On.

Okay. Well, this might not be going too well. Duke can see three of himself as he pees, a mirror at head height forcing him to squint with one eye, and then the other, because he’s been doing shots. It was Katerina’s idea. He’s having fun, but a glass of water might be nice. Two glasses of water. An aquarium, even.

‘Ayeeeee, here he is!’ Katerina claps as he stumbles, just slightly, through to the dark basement bar that everyone has assembled in. It’s not a private event, so there are other people, locals and tourists alike, but so far he’s been unbothered. It’s a nice feeling, hanging out like an everyday kind of a guy. Evie isn’t here though. He wishes she was.

‘I like this!’ Duke says to her, leaning into her ear because at some point the music has gotten louder and some people have started dancing.

‘This bar?’ Katerina shouts back.

‘This everything!’ he says, and they’re interrupted by the barperson asking what they want, and Duke yells, ‘How do you say water in German, dude?’

The guy looks at him.

‘We’re speaking in English, dude.’