Susan and Jeff in “Flushed”

Jeff.

Hello.

That, uh, that Steve guy. How well do you know him? Are you close?

Close? We're porn buddies.

Porn buddies?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Is this code? Were you two in prison together or something?

No, no, no, it's a safety precaution. You know, like, a scuba diver dives with a buddy, in case he runs out of air.

Ok, so are you telling me a porn buddy stands by with oxygen?

[Laughs] No. Many years ago, Steve and I exchanged house keys.

Are you sure this isn't code?

It's not code. In the event of Steve's death, the first thing I will do, upset though I will be, is go straight to his house and remove all the pornography before his parents can find it.

You're kidding.

And he's pledged to do the same for me. That's how close we are.

You guys have seriously made arrangements to destroy your dirty mags?

Who said destroy? "Remove".

Yeah, but, you wouldn't keep them, would you?

Well, it's a perk.

Oh, Jeff. [She turn around and walks away]

That's the beauty of it, you see. [He follows her] Your best friend's dead, but there's a bright side.

[She sits down] You're trying to put me off him, aren't you?

No way, why would I do that?

I know it was a long time ago, but, um, you and me?

Yeah, well, that didn't really work out, did it?

I'll never understand why I made you so nervous. I've never seen anyone looks so terrified.

It's all in the past, that. Please forget about it. [Phone rings and Susan answers it]

Oh, talk of the devil. Hi, Steve. [Jeff gets up looking anxious] No, just talking about you with Jeff, your buddy. Um, tomorrow evening? Tomorrow evening would be fine, yes. May have to be a bit later. I'm supposed to be having a facial. Okay, then we can have a good long chat about Jeff.