The Royals of Malibu - 1. My Fairy Godfather

Episode Date: February 6, 2023

After her mother dies, Ella is working as a cam girl in Fresno to keep a roof over her head. But then her fairy godfather appears: real estate tycoon and (apparently) her late father’s BFF, Callum Royal, who plucks Ella out of poverty and invites her to live in his Malibu mansion with his two teenage sons: two *hot* sons that turn out to be less-than-welcoming. Will Ella be able to stick it out in Malibu, or will these rich kids destroy her? Let’s find out... Follow The Royals of Malibu on Instagram Follow The Royals of Malibu on TikTok Explore more: diversionaudio.com Tag us in your best lip syncs!  The Royals of Malibu Season 1 is based on the book Paper Princess by Erin Watt. Read the book: https://amzn.to/3kBUEhY Featuring the voices of: Alyssa McKay as ELLA SINCLAIR, Zaria as SAVANNAH GONZALEZ, Chris Cafero as REED ROYAL, Nick Cafero as EASTON ROYAL, Armen Taylor as CALLUM ROYAL, Franchesca Agramonte as VALERIE GONZALEZ, Anna Rubanova as BROOKE DAVIDSON, Maura Vincent as DINAH O'HALLORAN, Stephanie Sherry as LUCY and MARGARET SINCLAIR, and Kieran Regan as DAVID ALBRECHT   The Royals of Malibu is a production of Diversion Audio. Directed by Matt Sav. Written by Keyanna Khatiblou. Produced by Aimee Machado, Emma DeMuth, and Jacob Bronstein. Production Management by Ashton Carter. Story Editing by Lindsey Ploussard. Story Development by Emma DeMuth and Jacob Bronstein. Editorial Direction by Scott Waxman. Casting by Lindsey Ploussard, Alex Vikmanis, and Mayank Bhatter. Editing, Sound Design, and Engineering by Morgane Fouse and Michael Aquino. Theme Music by Eric Zeiler. Executive Producers for Diversion Audio: Jacob Bronstein, Mark Francis and Scott Waxman. Executive Producers for Pod People: Rachael King and Matt Sav. Special thanks to Kimberly Brower, Jen Frederick, and Elle Kennedy.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

One note we should mention. This episode contains adult language and subject matter that Please take care in the sing. Some girls dream about their wedding day. The kindall groom, the princess Diana gown, maybe a heart-blare. I don't know. Some girls have a whole Pinterest board for their engagement ring. Princess Cut, size of an ice skating rink, platinum band, the works. But some of us have to pay our own bills. That wedding you're imagining, is it based on an episode of Bridgerton? Sorry, but that wedding doesn't exist for people like you and me. Real people with real problems. And the longer we live in the real world, the harder it is to dream.

Oh fuck! I was supposed to go live 10 minutes ago! Oh shit, what's my password? Please let the stress fit, please let the stress fit! Ugh! Oh my God! Why do I keep gambling on she and... Yes! Okay.

Can I still breathe? Yeah! Okay! Not me looking snatched. Slay. Can't pay my bills with oxygen anyway. Hi guys! Thanks for joining my live and for being so patient while I got warmed up for you all.

Can you guess who I'm dressed as? First clue, my family has money, but they sure don't share any of it with me. Second clue, I fell in love with a fine-ass prince and then I ran away from him when the clock strikes midnight. What was that girl thinking? Third clue, the dude hunts me down and proposes in front of all these jealous bitches. And I get a big fat happy ending. Let's see if you guessed it.

Ding ding ding! I'm your favorite orphan princess home early from the ball and missing a shoe. So, who wants to be my prince? Wow! You guys really like a theme! I didn't realize so many of you were Disney adults. If you're new to my channel, the tipping menu is to the right of your screen. The more you tip, the more I strip! Let's see how fast you can get me out of this ball gown.

Bye guys! Thanks for joining me. And remember I go live every Thursday through Sunday at 9 p.m. Pacific time and don't forget to buy access to my snap for extra picks! Being a cam girl isn't the worst job in the world. Most of my viewers are actually really nice. Sad, maybe. Lonely, definitely. But nice. And TBH, I love the attention.

Compliments, money, gifts for my Amazon wishlist, which hit me up if you want the link, by the way. I don't make as much as you think, though. The good money is in private, but I don't have time for that with classes and stuff But I make enough to scrape by I just got to make it to graduation Jenna for the last time I did not take your lip kit. It's Rose honey. Just checking in got a robot. Yeah Yeah, just checking in. Got a robot? Yeah, yeah, come on in. Rose is our house mom. She makes sure that we do our dishes

and that we don't miss our families too much. Oh, yeah, did I mention I live in a house of cam girls? It's kind of like the hype house, but we're sponsored by horny men instead of energy drinks. Rod, you dinner Cinderella. The girl said you didn't eat. Oh, you're the best.

This looks way better than those recalled hot pockets I got on sale. You like it? The recipe's been in my family for years. It's from the old country. Like Italy? No, like Sacramento. Well, it's slaps.

Thank you. I think I was your show. It was fire. I feel like the costumes are bringing new johns in. Oh, that's great, hun. By the way, you left your math book downstairs. Ah, thank you, my teacher. I mean, my professor would kill me if I lost this.

I actually wanted to talk to you about that. About math? That's pre-calculus, right? Yeah, why? You know, my nephew has the same math book, and he's in high school. But you said you're in community college, right? Um, yeah. I guess we had worse budget cuts than I thought.

I looked at the ID in your records. The picture looks like you. A little, but the birthday is 1988. Honey, you're not 34 years old. It's, um, it's my mom's ID. Does she know you're here? Please don't tell anyone Rose. I'm really fine.

It's my job to make sure you girls are okay, especially my favorites. I can look out for myself. You know it's illegal for you to be working here if you're underage. Please! Rose! Can we just talk about it another time? I have to study. Okay.

You know I care about you, right? Talk about it another time. I have to study. Okay. You know I care about you, right? I know. Thanks, Rose. Oh, I almost forgot. A man dropped by this afternoon asking for you. He knew your real name, so it wasn't just some creep. Very handsome, nice suit, older. He said he knew your dad.

Doubt it. My dad doesn't even know I exist. Honey, he might be better off. Sometimes dads hurt more than they help. Good night, sweetheart. Night Rose. Oh, my God. If you haven't guessed already, I lead a double life.

High school junior by day, hem girl by night. I'm basically an R-rated Hannah Montana, which now that I think about it, it's just Miley Cyrus. Ella? Ella? Morning, Mrs. Wire. You weren't at the National Honor Society Info Meeting last night. You'd be a great addition to the group.

Oh, I appreciate that, but I have worked after school. It would look great on college applications. Better than working at a coffee shop. The whole school thinks I'm the hardest working barista in Fresno. And I do go through a lot of whipped cream, but it isn't for vrapachinos. That varsity blues fantasy just won't die. Allison Claire, please report to the principal's office. Allison Claire, the principal's office, please. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm expecting to see short squat principle Thompson, but when I walk in there's a tall, older guy looking out the window. Hands behind his back like a middle-aged Chuck Bass surveying all of Manhattan. He turns around and I clock his $200 haircut, $600 shoes. He's kind of a Zadi with his salt and pepper beard in an authoritative

stance. After two years of camming, I'm an expert at spotting rich guys. And his watch says it all. Uh... Hi. Hi, Ella. I asked your principal to give us a couple minutes of privacy. So, he just left me in here with a strange man? I feel like that's gotta be again some kind of policy or something. You'd be surprised what a crisp bill can do. No, I wouldn't.

Ella, I'm Callum Royal. I'm... I was, a friend of your father's. I'm so sorry Ella, but I'm here because you're done, passed away recently. Okay. No offense, but I don't even know my dad. He literally abandoned me, so I'm sorry for your loss or whatever, but this doesn't have anything to do with me. I understand you may have some complicated feelings about your dad.

Maybe some resentment. My feelings aren't complicated. I just don't have any. I didn't know him. Before he passed, your father asked me to take care of you if anything happened to him. In accordance with his wishes, I'm here to take you home. Home? Do your new home, I mean here to take you home. Home? Do your new home, I mean.

You'll stay with me and my kids and Los Angeles. Malibu technically. Thanks, but no thanks. LA sucks and I already have a home. And where is that? None of your business. Excuse me, but I have no idea who you are. I don't have to tell you anything. Who do you live with?

My mom. Ella. I live with have to tell you anything. Who do you live with? My mom. Oh, I... I live with my mom a few blocks from here. You can ask Principal Thompson, all of my paperwork is in order. She signed everything she needed to sign, and she's my legal guardian, so I really have no idea what you're trying to say. Call her then. She's at work, and you're a crazy person. I've let Principal Thompson know that I believe you are living in unsafe conditions, and if mother isn't able to come here today the school need to file a rapport with child protective services

It would be easier not to get them involved. I'm not going in the foster care. You are a literal stranger Everything you're saying is probably bullshit and if you actually knew my dad You would also know that I've never even met the guy. so why would he supposedly send his friend to come look for me? If you live with your mom, Call her. Fine! I'll go get my phone for my locker! Idiot! What 17-year-old keeps their phone in their locker?

I gotta get out of here. I just need to pack a bag and then I'll be on the run. Again. on the run again. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm thinking. If I do one more live show tonight, I will have enough money for a bus ticket to somewhere plus stay at some random gross motel for, I don't know, a week while I find an apartment. I don't have time to fold my clothes, mom.

That royal guy could could chop any minute. No, no, you're right. I'm being ridiculous. I should fold these. I'm just going to bring a backpack. All I need is a few jeans, t-shirts, and some lingerie for work. I'm going to bring your dress, all your paperwork, and the watch you left me, which was, I guess, my dad's. My dad, who

is apparently dead now? Fuck this day! Holy shit. I'm in orphan. And I'm crazy! I said I was going to stop doing this. Mom, I'm literally talking to a photo of you pretending you're still here. I wish you were here. But if you were, you'd tell me that I can get through this, right? I just have to lay low until I'm 18. In 10 months, I'll be an adult and I'll be free. All right, I'm packed. One more live show, and I'm gone.

Hi, guys! Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. As you can see, I'm wearing black lingerie because I'm in mourning. I'll be taking a little break from Camming and I'm so sad, but you're all going to tip extra to make sure I come back, right? Make sure I come back, right? Aw, you guys are the best! And it looks like we already hit our first target, so I'm going to take my heels off. Oh, another goal reached! I'm taking down my hair.

Which one of you is going to get me out of this dress? Wow, you are all just so sweet. You're just super nice, right? No, I'll tear your motives. Bella, can you come downstairs please? I'm doing a show. That man is back and he has proof you're under age. Get your ass out of your pillow.

You're not going to get arrested. Ha ha. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Be right back, guys. You're getting a lot of trouble. All of us. Rose! Rose, it's fine.

I'm going to handle it. No one is getting arrested. So what? You're following me? What are you wearing? I'm working. Steve, I'd never wanted this for you. I'm not some kind of victim. Okay, sex work is work, asshole.

So, you're what? Hornstar? No, I'm just a cam girl. Lookie, no touchy. And if I was any kind of star, I wouldn't be living with ten other girls in bunk beds. I'll admit this. This isn't right. I can help you. Yeah, so far you've done a really fantastic job at helping me.

You've trapped me so I've nowhere to live and no way to make a living. Wow, thanks so much. I know you don't trust me yet and maybe I've gone about this all wrong but I am here to help you a lot. What will it take for you to believe me? You okay, honey? Don't worry, Rose! I can handle this! When Kalim remoses jacket, I notice his watch. It's old, simple.

With a distinctive design etched on the face. I know that watch. Here, it's cold. on my jacket please. Where did you get that watch? Oh it's sentimental. I have the same one. Are you really trying to help me? Yes. Is that your car? It looks like a spaceship. I don't know anything about this guy, but he doesn't seem like a liar. Just kind of bold, which tracks with being rich. And I have nothing to lose, so I guess I'm going to have to trust him and see where this goes.

For now. Sick ride. Rental. You're kidnapping me in a rental? I'm not kidnapping you, Ella. Better not be. How did you find me anyway? I hired a private investigator.

To follow me around? Sort of. And do research. You're an excellent student. Even if you're school, you're as much to be desired. Yeah. I think I know more kids in Juve than in college. But you don't seem to have any friends. Any hobbies. What? Camping, doesn't count? What happened to your mother?

She got cancer when I was 13. She was sick for two years and we had always been low-key broke, but when she couldn't work and the medical bills started piling up, we lost everything. I lived in hospice with her for six months. The nurses let me sleep on a cot in her room because I had nowhere else to go. And then...

I'm so sorry. Yeah. She was the best. I was really lucky. For a while. She loved you, too. She wrote a letter to Steve, I guess, near the end. She said you were her whole world

and asked him to take care of you if she couldn't. Well, he did a great job. He meant to. The timing was... Steve's marriage was on the rocks, and he followed her halfway around the world, trying to save it. He had every intention of finding you as soon as he returned, but...

well, he... he never made it back to Malibu. How did he die? Motorcycle accident. Dom? Was he some kind of adrenaline junkie? Yeah. Over the years, he engaged in increasingly more reckless hobbies.

The richer he got, the more bored he became, and I think depressed. I often think the money is what killed him. I wish... I should have done more. So you and my dad were besties? Yeah, Stephen I met in the Navy. He quickly became my best friend. After our tour, I brought him into my family's real estate development firm.

We developed half a Malibu and a major data multi-millionaire. Whoa. Did he, like, lose it all? No, I... I was used to the way his money can complicate things, but Steve grew up with nothing. I should have looked out for him more. Advised him better. I was too focused on my company to realize what was happening.

Well, yeah, that sucks. But listen, you really don't owe me anything. I was managing fine on my own. Ella, I want to fulfill my promise to your father. It's the least I can do after all he did for me. I'd like you to move into my home and remain under my guardianship. And in return, I will give you this. Oh my fucking God!

Language please. That's $10,000 cash. Each month you stay in the house and refrain from sex work of any kind. I will give you another $10,000. If you graduate high school, you'll receive a bonus of $200,000. Of course I'll assist you with whatever college fees you have. And you'll receive another substantial bonus if you receive your college diploma. This is insane. I can't accept this. Please Ella, it's a gift. I want to give this to you.

What's the catch? There's always a catch. There isn't a catch. I just... I wanted to care of you. How can I help you see that? Give me your watch. I have the same watch. I have the same watch.? Give me your watch. I have the same one. My mom said it was my dad's. And I bet if I look at the inside, it has the same inscription as mine.

Viva miss, Miranda miss. Let us live since we must die. You're not in the mafia, are you? I own a real estate development firm. We build residential homes with a focus on the luxury market. You build like million dollar houses? Ten million dollar houses, twenty million, usually in that range. Is that an airplane?

Oh, don't worry, I had someone collect your things. We're flying to your house in that. I assume you've never blown breath. Everything you've ever wanted you can have. Just say yes. A few hours ago, I was stressed about making rent and now you're offering me a whole new life in Malibu? How do I know this is for real?

I'm a man of my word, Ella. I just want to honor the wishes of my best friend. What do you say? If I come with you, I won't have to worry about money anymore. What to eat? Where to live? You won't have to worry about anything. What do you have to lose? That's depressing, but true.

Okay, Calam Royal, let's go! This morning I was worried about a math test and now I'm on a private jet headed to Malibu. In my wildest fantasies, I couldn't have dreamed this up. At one point, we asked if you ever wanted to. Calum tells me his wife, Maria, died a few years ago. Three deaths in three years makes me think the royals and I are all cursed. Or maybe there's more to Steven Maria's passing than Kalim is letting on. We never really quit fishing. Oh, but one time it just fell. Even though the situation feels like a dream, I still have to keep an eye out.

Just because someone says you can trust them doesn't mean that you should. We should be landing in a moment. Are you ready to see your new home? I'm a little nervous. Fair enough. Three dudes is a lot of testosterone for one house. It's a short drive to the house from the airport. Whenever you want to travel just let me know so I can arrange the plane for you. I've never even left California. Oh, well, we'll get you a passport. The boys love surfing in Toto Santos. This is Calum. I have to take this. Do you have a phone? We have a custom app that controls the doors, lights, security, all that.

What happened to your screen? I dropped it. Did I? Like eight months ago. No problem. We'll get you a new one. And my girlfriend, Brooke, will take you shopping for some new clothes. If you follow that path, you can see the ocean.

I'll be right behind you. Give me a moment. Yeah. Go ahead. Holy shit! Heated pool? Okay, Calum, go off. This is stupid, beautiful. I can only imagine what it looks like during the day.

Oh, fuck. Hello? Who's there? Calum! There's someone in the room! Shh! Hey, can't you see? Hello? Who's there? Kala! There's someone in the house! Hey, hey!

If I take my hand away, will you be quiet? What? Take your hand off my mask you've been a check! You promise you won't call for him again? Yes! Kala! Shhh! Ella! Ella! I live here. I'm Calum's son.

Oh! Yeah! You do kind of look like him. Except for that nasty black eye. Why do you look like you just picked a fight with the rock? Don't worry about it. Is my dad out there? Yeah, he's on the phone in his car. Are you sure you're okay? Is that... Is that blood on your arm? Oh shit. Here, hold this.

This is officially the weirdest day of my life. All better. Wow. Um, I mean, here's your shirt, back. Thanks. Like what you see? Oh, sorry. I mean, usually I'm the one with my clothes. Never mind. So, um, why were you covered in blood again?

Oh, um, no, that... I wasn't blood. It was, uh... It was red paint. Really? You paint? Sure. I'm a Renaissance man. Plus, it looks good on the college apps. Well, I guess I'll see you later. Really? You appear out of nowhere bruised and bloody?

Wash the evidence off in the pool and then leave? That is so sus! Says the strange girl roaming around my property in the pool and then leave. That is so sus! Says the strange girl roaming around my property in the middle of the night. Your property! Who do you think you are? Hi, I'm Reed. Royal. But when Calum introduces us, we haven't met, because I was never here.

I was never here. I'm not a snitch! Okay, so I have a hot step-brother who might also be a murderer. Cool. Alright, let's go meet everyone. As soon as I walk in the massive, cold mansion, there's a marble staircase leading to the second floor. At the top of the stairs is the guy I met outside and Kalim's other son. Dude, why is your hair wet?

Waterpullo. We scrimmaged after practice. side and Kalim's other son. Dude, why is your hair wet? Okay. Waterpullo. We scrimmaged after practice. Holy shit. Languagey, eastern. Ella meets the boys. This is my oldest breed. He's a senior.

Nice to meet you, Ella. Breeds even hotter in the mansion's sexy mood lighting. Even if he is glaring at me like I killed one of the kids from Stranger Things. And this is Easton. He's a junior, same as you. Easton is a little shorter with curly, messy hair. He looks like he didn't get much sleep last night.

Wait, did he just wink at me? You'll all be attending the co-vocat of me together. Oh, I'm not going to one of those all girls prep schools, right? I had my bad girl make up all planned out. Nope, we're supposed to keep an eye on you. Maybe more than a night. Eastern, inappropriate. Sorry, sorry.

Blamed on crew intentions. Eastern, down boy. Ella's probably tired. She doesn't need you to slab her in all over. Good night. Nice to meet you all. Teenage boys. They've been harder to control since Maria died and as you can see, I'm outnumbered. It's fine. Boys will be boys. This isn't the largest bedroom in the house, but it has the best light. I hope you'll be comfortable.

No, this is beautiful. Thank you. It probably doesn't feel like home yet, but give it a little time and it will. There's some pajamas for you on the bed and we'll get you a new wardrobe soon enough. Your room is in the room. I'm sure you'll be able to get a room. like home yet, but give it a little time and it will. There's some pajamas for you on the bed and we'll get you a new wardrobe soon enough. You're a royal now. Goodnight Ella. Oh, my bad. Or maybe not. Depends how you feel about me seeing you in your underwear.

Ethan, can you please knock next time? Bet, don't worry. Nothing I haven't seen before. And I'm not here for you. I just forgot, hmm see Eastern opens my closet door which apparently I have a walk-in closet and Wiggles one of the floorboards loose The cool thing about living in a giant remodeled house is that it's way easier to hide shit Fry up old floorboards find little hidden compartments in the walls. This house is full of secrets.

He pulls out a plastic bag filled with hundreds of tiny white pills. What are those? Don't worry, I have a prescription. 15 of them, actually. No judgment, eh? I'm an entrepreneur. Are all of the royal boys as deranged as you are?

Ha ha ha. No way, babe. I'm one of a kind. Thank you for your silence! Through one of the vents, I can hear the boys talking about me. In a door with 15 other porn stars. She's probably scamming Dad. I realize that whatever information Callum's PI has on me, his son's must know too. I think about Eastern's pills and the blood on Raid's Knuckles.

What have I gotten myself into? I've traded one insane life for another. I give her a month. Maybe the right. This season on the Royals of Malibu. You're ready to get wild, mate? You are a total fucking psycho! You've made the biggest mistake of your life, Alison Claire! He killed her, and that's what he'll do to you. Want to get tough, kid? Let's go then! Let's go!

What kind of brother are you anyway, huh? I'm not the fucking parent here. Are you okay? No, Eastern! I'm not gonna break your heart, Alison Claire. I like your skirt. You know, you can like something without touching it. You don't want me to touch you? Don't move like that. Why? You know, you can like something without touching it. You don't want me to touch you?

Don't move like that. Why? You know I. Am I supposed to just ignore the bruises on your knuckles, huh? Help! Now you fucking bitch! What the fuck is going on? He-he-he was trying to-

I should have never let you out of my sight. I'm going to take care of you. Okay? I'm going to take care of you. Okay? The Royals of Malibu is a production of diversion audio, an association with pod people, based on the book Paper Princess by Aaron Watt, directed by Matt Sav, written by Kiana Katty Blue, produced by Aini Machado, Emma Demuth and Jacob Bronstein, production management by Ashton Carter, story editing by Lindsay Plussard,

story developed by Emma Demuth and Jacob Bronstein, editorial direction by Scott Waxman, casting by Lindsay Plussard, Alex Vickmanis and Mai Young Batter, Casting by Lindsay Plussard, Alex Vikmanis, and Maiyank Batter. Editing, Sound Design, and Engineering by Morgan Fouce, and Michael Aquino. The music by Eric Zyler, featuring the voices of Alissa McKay as Ella, Zaria as Savannah, Chris Cafferro as Reed, Nick Cafferro as Easton, Ar Cafferro, Az Eston, Armin Taylor, Azcalem, Francesca Agramonte Azvaleri, Anna Rubinova Azbrook, Mora Vincent, Azdina, Stephanie Sherry Azluci, and Margaret Sinclair,

and Kiran Reagan Az David. Executive producers for Diversion Audio, Jake Braunstein, Mark Francis, and Scott Waxman. Executive producers for POT People, Rachel King and Matt Zaf, special thanks to Kimberly Brower, Jen Frederick, and Elle Kennedy. Diversion Audio Version Audio.