Chalet Girl

- Whoa.

- What a wild kickflip wallplant!

It takes me back to my boarding days.

Funny. Cos I feel like

the only boarding you did

was with Charlie and Henry

and the horrid biscuit game.

Oh, OK, yeah, fair point.

The competition has been amazing.

The girls have been great.

But the one everyone is talking about,

Kim Matthews, is still missing.

We've actually got some footage of her

as an early skateboarding prodigy.

Kim started competing

when she was seven.

She won the National

Mixed Under-16s

when she was just 11 years old.

I mean, attractive girl even then.

- Really? Because I said 11.

- Yeah, objectively.

(woman) Two years ago, aged 17,

she won the London Trials.

(man) Mum and Dad supported her

with parental pride

and simplistic homemade signs.

Then nothing. We haven't seen her since.

(woman) There was an accident, Rick.

The car crash, when she lost her mum.

We're thinking of you, Kim.

Wherever you are,

whatever you're doing, we hope

you're riding high and living the dream.

(man on PA) And todayk special:

two for one on onion rings.

Onion rings, two for one.

Please don't push.

- (Dad) I thought it was junk mail.

- (Kim) Big red letters.

"Notjunk mail."

It says "Urgent Demand" on it.

- They always say that. it's hardly...

- it's nearly a grand.

Dad, you can'tjust ignore it.

But, hey, we're big hitters, right?

We'll just sell the Bentley.

Oh, no, someone's stolen the Bentley.

Plan B?

They're bluffing.

I'll think of something.

How are you getting on?

No. Nothing yet.

- I'll talk to Les. Sort something out.

- What would I do without you?

Fester.

Hmm!

My rota is... full.

Maybe if you're extra nice to me? Hmm?

Oh, Les, don't be a cock all your life.

(Les on PA) That's your extra nice?

How did my summerjob

become the rest-of-my life job?

A friend of my cousin's

just got into this well-good scam.

Catering agencies. Serving champagne

and tiny food to toffs. 12.50 an hour.

Hmm. Toffs and champagne

or Les and... Urgh.

I can get the number if you want.

You gotta be posh, though.

Posh? Trace, I can do posh.

- Hi, I'm Arabella.

- I'm Henrietta.

- Isabella.

- Petronella.

Kim.

White wine? Yes.

Red wine?

Yes.

Dessert wine?

No.

I ls it true what they say

about posh girls?

I ls it true what they say

about posh girls?

(crash)

(Kim) sh*t.

You're a lovely girl,

but I'm just not sure.

Let me try. You're just not sure

I'm the right kind of girl

for your clients.

It's hard to say why exactly,

but it's probably to do with the fact

that I'm not called Arabella

or Isabella or anything-bella.

I don't have hundred-quid highlights,

perfect nails

or, I'm just guessing here,

expensively trimmed pubes.

So even though I'm the only person

with actual experience of actual work

in the actual real world,

and you know

I'd try really, really hard,

I'm just not the right kind of girl.

- Is that about the size of it?

- About there, yes.

(Vivaldi 3 "Four Seasons" ringtone)

This is Bella.

She did what?

Oh, for God's sake, the silly cow.

Yes, it's the day after tomorrow.

Everyone's booked out.

Wait there,

er,... Kim.

- (Dad) It sounds great.

- I said no.

- What was the job?

- Cooking and cleaning.

Same as I do at work.

Same as I do here.

- Was the pay rubbish?

- No, it's better. Double, plus tips.

But... But still...

But still what?

It's in a ski chalet. In Austria.

For four months.

- Right. Well, I'm sure I could...

- You couldn't.

I'd come home and find a skeleton

on the couch holding the remote.

That's a bit harsh.

- Totally the right decision.

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