RUPERT. Yeah well, they’re not together any more, and she didn’t know he sent it in, and her dad’s on the phone having a fucking aneurysm.

SAM. What? But the form – there’s a photocopy of her passport –

RUPERT. The boyfriend must have forged it.

AIDAN. Or she’s lying.

CHARLOTTE. Yeah but how did her dad find out? You wouldn’t tell your dad.

RUPERT. He bought the magazine. She didn’t even know she was in it till he saw it. He’s pretty fucking raw about it. He’s really, you know, really like…

AIDAN. What?

RUPERT. Northern. I tried to change my accent to make him like me more but I think he thought I was Jamaican.

AIDAN. Charlotte, go and field this, will you? Calm him down, use your – soft skills or / whatever they call –

CHARLOTTE gets up but RUPERT pulls her back.

RUPERT. No, wait, before you – there’s something else.

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AIDAN. What is it?

RUPERT. You’re going to pop a bollock.

AIDAN. Rupert.

RUPERT gestures to the print on the wall.

RUPERT. She’s fourteen.

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SAM. What? What?

SAM grasps for a chair.

RUPERT. She is. She’s fucking fourteen.

AIDAN. No. No, no, this is not –

RUPERT. The boyfriend’s only fifteen.

AIDAN. What’s a fifteen-year-old boy doing taking pictures like that of a young girl?

RUPERT. He thought she could win the competition.

AIDAN. It’s disgusting.

RUPERT. She did win the competition.

AIDAN. Fuck. Fuck. No, it’s alright.

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RUPERT. Aidan?

AIDAN. Thinking, I’m thinking. What does he want?

RUPERT. Well, he probably wants his fourteen-year-old daughter to keep her bra on, but it’s a bit late for that.

AIDAN. Charlotte? What do you think he wants?

CHARLOTTE. Your head on a stick?

AIDAN. Call the distributors. We need to pull this from the shelves.

CHARLOTTE. It’s already been out three days.

AIDAN. Put a plaster on it. Get on to Online Content, get them to remove it from the site – no wait, first go and talk to him, do what you can to calm him down, then put him through. Fuck. I need to speak to a lawyer, get legal on the phone too.

CHARLOTTE goes. SAM is curled up on the floor, trying to breathe.

SAM. I didn’t know.

AIDAN. Come on, Sam, mate, get up, it’s alright, it’s okay.

SAM. I’m not – I feel so – am I a…

AIDAN. No.

SAM. No because she’s – I mean I picked her – I found her the most – I spent hours looking at those – choosing which one to – like, if I close my eyes, I can still see her, that’s in my brain now, that’s actually stored in my – I can’t erase that – I think I might. I think I might be a paedophile.

AIDAN. We can contain this. This can be contained.

RUPERT is looking at the print in wonder.