Some Girls (2012) s01e03 Episode Script

Why?! Why would he fancy her and not me? I just don't know, Amber.
I do.
Come on! Stop acting so pathetic! You wanted to dump him, remember? That was in another lifetime! It was two weeks ago.
Haven't you heard of feminism? Yeah, course I have.
So what is it, then? It's in the olden days.
Is it something to do with Ginger Spice? Did you see that?! On her bag? She's got a teddy key ring just like the one Brandon gave me! Oh, my God.
What the fuck have you kept that for anyways? It's got my keys on it.
He must have a supply! Forget Brandon.
Do you think he IS 100% definitely going out with Charlie? Erm He was dry-humping her in the school library.
I think we can safely say they're going out with each other.
Why is she in there? It don't make sense! The worse he treats me, the more I love him! Why don't we call today End Of Brandon Day, and then you'll get closure? She's not going to know what closure is, is she?! I do! It's the opposite of open, y'know? OK.
We need to have a party.
Like, hold a special ceremony to say goodbye to Brandon.
With drink? I don't want to say goodbye to Brandon.
Imagine Brandon's a big box of biscuits that you've stuffed your face with, but now you're full up and you want to put the lid on before you eat any more.
So this party will help you put the lid on Brandon.
But will there be drink? I think if Brandon was a biscuit, he'd be a milk chocolate hobnob.
Cos I'm not coming if there ain't no drink.
You're coming to the End Of Brandon party, aren't you, Saz? What's up? The glitter from those stupid fucking pompoms getting in my eyes.
Wait for us to get changed! I've got money for chips! I'm not in the mood.
Not in the mood for chips? Can I have her share of chips? As I'm upset.
Why does he treat me like this? He's on a journey of discovery to find himself, Amber.
Plus Charlie's got giant boobs.
Hello, love.
Want a chip? Bit cold, though.
Go on, pop one in my mouth.
Dad, your phone.
Ooh, number withheld.
Oh, my God, Dad, what is this?! Yes! You've got a weird text.
Who's that from? Ah, it's probably Anna mucking about.
It doesn't really sound like Anna.
You don't realise what Anna's like.
You know, when we're alone, she's a very physical lady.
Ew! Very.
Yeah, believe me, I've heard.
"Faster! Slower! Faster! Slower!" She's like a bloody driving instructor.
Come on, come on, come on yes! He's heard it too.
She can't even spell "fire".
Oh, be quiet, I'm trying to concentrate! Jamie, Dad's getting sent sex texts by some mental.
What? Oh, now you made me lose concentration! Argh! No! No! Get off that! Off, off! What does that say? Would love to see your hose! Well, maybe it's not Anna.
What? Aren't you going to look at your text? Yeah.
Yeah.
Who's it from? Well, it seem I have got an admirer.
Let me see.
I've been getting inappropriate texts OK, OK.
I thought it could have been you, at first.
"Would love to slide down your fireman's pole"? You thought I wrote that? Yeah! No, of course not.
Do you think I'm retarded? I realise now it wasn't from you.
Is this some mad woman you've met at work? Oh, come on.
The only women I meet at work are either on fire or wrapped up in a blanket with their eyebrows singed off.
No-one's ever asked for my number at work, ever.
No.
It's not all fires, though, is it? What about that hot woman at the gym who got a her foot stuck in the cross-trainer? Didn't you spend three hours trying to hold her hand? Yeah, that's true.
Shut up, Viva.
I was not holding her hand - I was cutting her out.
What about all them school visits? You know, all them sexy teachers? I would never do that! Rob, that's how you met me! I done it, I done it! I got the key off the key ring! That's it.
Now chuck it away.
Chuck it away? How will I get in my house if I chuck my key away? The key ring.
The stupid teddy-bear key ring.
Keep the key and chuck the key ring away.
I knew you meant that, really.
I'm not an idiot.
I'll race you to the pool.
Stop changing the subject! Anyways, we've got to get ready for the End Of Brandon party! Will Brandon be at the End Of Brandon party? I just think you're being violated, Rob, and I want it taken seriously.
OK.
We'll involve the police.
Oh, no! Marie's babysitter's cancelled! Can't go out.
Well, I'll take you out, babe, if you want to go out.
I really wanted a night out with Marie.
We've been planning this for ages.
I really wanted to see her now she's got her life back on track.
Jamie? Mmm? Make Anna one of those smoothies she likes.
Me? Why should I? Ha-ha.
Hah.
Shut up, man.
And you're baby-sitting at Marie's tonight.
No! Not tonight, I'm seeing my friends tonight, I can't tonight.
I am not baby-sitting! I'm baby-sitting.
She doesn't normally wake up, but you can always give me a call if there's a problem.
OK.
Well, is it all right if I have my friends over, just to keep me company? I suppose that's OK, as long as they're girls.
Cos Jaden's got a bit of a funny thing about strange men.
It's more like a major obsession.
She thinks they're all going to kidnap her, doesn't she, Marie? That's weird.
Wonder why.
Probably because when she was three, she WAS kidnapped.
What? And it was her dad, who she'd never met.
The bastard tried to take her to Saudi Arabia, didn't he, Marie? They caught him at Gatwick, but poor Jaden couldn't stop screaming for a week.
Permanently damaged her vocal cords, didn't she, Marie? And now the poor kid's got these nodules.
Sounds like she smokes 40 a day.
And she's completely terrified that another man's going to turn up and say he's her daddy completely bloody terrified, isn't she, Marie? And then on top of all that, Marie went a bit looney tunes for a while! Didn't you, babe? You know, the little OCD phase.
But she's better now, she's just a total neat freak, so don't mess up.
I'm not sure I feel like going out.
Oh, come on, Maz, you look like you could do with cheering up! Bye-bye, Mummy.
Jesus, she's going to get the piss ripped out of her at school! Bye-bye, Jaden! Be good! I'm scared.
Yeah, and me.
Come on, Jaden.
Back to bed.
Read you a story.
I like stories.
Yeah, they're gone now, Holli, you can come.
No, I did not check the cupboard for drinks! Yeah, I know.
Thought you might not want to come cos you were so upset earlier.
Don't really want to talk about it.
OK.
It's that fucking bitch Charlie and her fucking horrible friends.
They were talking about me in the changing rooms.
I could hear them cos they were in the cubicle next to me.
I fucking hate her.
All right, all right.
Calm down, there's a four-year-old next door.
They were laughing about me.
Calling me hairy.
Hairy? Really? Cos I've never noticed.
In my mum and dad's religion, we're not supposed to cut our hair or shave.
What, ever? That's a bit harsh.
That's what I said to my dad! Just goes in one ear and out the other.
He just won't listen.
Yeah, well, maybe he can't hear - that turban is fucking enormous! Seriously, though, Saz, you're not that hairy.
You really don't think so? No, it's just Charlie's a bitch.
It's just a bit of fluff.
So it's not noticeable? Well, I wouldn't exactly say not noticeable Don't break anything.
Bitchcock's friend is mental, and I don't want to mess anything up.
Look what we got! Amber got some as well.
Lemon and ginger cordial? Pomegranate juice? Fuck's sake, man.
You said grab two bottles! And I got this.
It's a pricing gun.
Freeze! Is this stuff stolen? Oh, no.
She got it with her gold credit card, didn't you, Hols? So did you get all your stuff for the End Of Brandon party? Which bottle are you going to open? I really want a drink.
Ip-dip-doo, doggie did a poo I'll get the glasses.
Chicken did a number one, out goes you.
Saz is proper upset cos she heard Charlie and her mates bitching about her, calling her hairy.
That's horrible.
Horrible.
She is really fucking hairy, though.
How can Brandon fancy someone as horrible as Charlie? Boobs? Boobs.
Oh, yeah.
Her boobs were never that big before.
She's had a boob job, and I'm not even joking.
They are quite big.
I'm going to have a boob job.
Whatever size she is, I'm going to go two up.
I think I might mix a bit of juice in with this.
Make a cocktail.
Yeah.
I'll have that as well.
Oh, it's jokes at mine tonight.
Someone's been sending my dad really rude texts.
Number withheld.
That's disgusting! Your dad's well old! Yeah, Bitchcock went completely mental, like, her nostrils puffed up like sea creatures about to give birth.
We should send him a few more texts, see if we can tip her over the edge.
Get her to have a breakdown and leave our school a dribbling wreck.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
No, no, it's not - I'd have to live with that dribbling wreck.
Oh, come on, it'd be funny.
What's his number? No, Saz! Tonight's about Amber.
Right, I think I'm ready.
To say goodbye to Brandon.
She's going to cry.
How do you know? Cos that's her basic reaction to anything.
She cries when her pen runs out.
Why are you looking so sad? This is a happy thing - you're moving on, remember? Closure.
I know, but I miss him.
I miss our cosy evenings in, me holding his beer while he played Call Of Duty for three hours.
But he treated you like some sort of doormat sex slave.
I know! Forget him.
Some day, you're going to find someone really lovely who realises just how special you are.
So, let's go.
First up.
A Haribo heart what Brandon gave me in Year 10.
It's sort of symbolic.
Of what? Of him giving me his heart.
Now I'm throwing it away.
Again, symbolic.
This is too complex for me.
Shut up, Saz.
And now we all drink.
What's next? The lumps of chewing gum what Brandon took out of his mouth and stuck under the bed when we was snogging.
You kept his old chewing gum? It's got his DNA on.
Oh, what's this, a love letter? I've got to see this.
What the fuck?! They're pubes I collected off the bed.
Extra-big drink for the pubes.
What the hell have you kept all this stuff for?! It's proper disgusting! Should be incinerated.
Anything else? Amber.
The gold hoops what Brandon got me from Primark that makes my ears go all green and pussy.
Are you OK? Yeah.
I'm fine.
And finally My pen's run out! - To the end of Brandon! - The end of Brandon! I still really hate Charlie, though.
Yeah, me too.
Someone should bang her in the face.
It's not only what she's done to you, it's what she's done to Saz.
What do you mean? Calling you hairy and that! Why did you tell them?! I don't want everyone knowing I'm hairy! Everybody knows.
Come on, it's obvious.
Look at your arms! I don't think many people have noticed.
No, they have.
Cos behind your back, everyone calls you names.
Not us, of course! What names? Amber? Oh, my God, there are so many.
Just give me an idea.
Well tarantula, monkey, yak, woolly mammoth, yeti.
Rasputin.
Yeah, Rasputin, Rasta-legs, cave-woman, werewolf, bison.
Buffalo? Bison.
Rainforest! Yeah, rainforest! Er, Ugg-legs, super furry animal creature, Moshi Monster, troll.
Shag pile! Shag pile.
And muff-legs.
But see me? I'm different.
I like to shave every day.
But that's just me.
I can't go on with my life another day being this hairy.
I've got to shave! Right now! Viva! What was that? It's the little girl I'm looking after.
She's got nodules.
It's a long story.
You want me to help you shave? Trust you with a blade? Where are you going? I'm going to look in her bathroom, see if she's got any razors.
Want me to check the shed for a lawnmower? Don't worry, it was just a dream, that's all.
Bloody hell bloody lawnmower And that's just Saz going to the loo.
Being a big mental.
Do you want me to read you a furry story? Hairy story? Fairy story? Aw, no, don't worry, there's no strangers.
It's just us, OK? Oh, my God, can you smell smoke?! Aww.
I forgot to chuck my little teddy key ring.
Thought I'd give him a proper send-off.
His eyes are melting now! Amber, this stinks! I'm going to send this to Brandon.
Should I send it to everyone in my contact list? OK, tidy up time now, Amber.
Holli, who are you texting? I'm not texting.
Just cleaning my phone.
You WERE texting.
Let me see.
I knew it was you! It's not! What? Texting my dad! Oh.
That.
Yeah.
I was just doing what Saz said.
Remember she said to send more texts to your dad for a joke.
To wind up Bitchcock.
So this was just a joke? Mm-hm.
"Wish I was riding your big red engine.
" Mm-hm.
Stop stalking my dad! All right, I'll stop.
Promise.
Look, I know you have weird issues cos your dad's not around.
But he's an elderly man of 45, Holli.
It's disgusting! 'Often I think to myself that Bitchcock is about the worst stepmum 'I could possibly have.
' 'But then I realise she's not.
' Viva, get on with your homework.
'I could have Holli!' "For guaranteed smooth-as-silk legs every time.
" It's one of them epi-things! My sister's got one.
It rips the hair out by the roots and it really hurts.
Probably not that bad.
It IS bad! It's agony! My sister was screaming, "Get Mum! "Get Mum! I'm going to die!" And afterwards, there was blood pouring from the leg, and it got all infected.
Right.
Saz, maybe this isn't such a good idea.
And plus, I think you might need something a bit more industrial.
I don't care if it hurts.
I'm tough.
And if I don't do this now, I might never feel brave enough again.
And I want you three with me.
Oh, that's sweet.
Come on, then.
I'll plug it in.
OK.
Done it.
Fuck's sake! You're like a panther! OK! Here we go.
Aaaaargh! Shut up, Amber.
Jaden's next door.
It weren't me.
It's probably just a fuse.
What are we going to do? Shall I ring Brandon? No.
I'll find the fuse box and I'll flip it back on.
I've done it for my nan loads of times.
Who's got the drink? Amber, pass it.
'Why is it I always have to be the responsible one 'while my mates sit around getting pissed?' You dropped a glass! Oh, my God! Shut up! I'm in so much trouble cos of you lot! Ssh, Viva! Don't wake Jaden! Amber, bucket of water.
Two buckets if possible.
Holli, get the cleaning rags.
Saz, put the epilator away.
Oh, I love this one! Come on, Hols, I'll teach you some moves.
What about the cleaning? Are you lot not going to help me? I cannot do this on my own! Don't worry! I'll help you! Really? Yeah! I feel a bit sick I think.
You're not going to be sick.
It's just the panic, babe, I promise, you'll be fine.
Do not be sick! When other people are sick, it makes me be sick.
Made it.
Where's the toilet? First door on Hang on, where did you just puke, then? Where's Holli? Look what I found! No, this is not happening.
Oh, yes.
It's happening.
Put it back! That thing has been up a stranger's vagina.
Or even the other place.
How can you even touch it? She's got a right treasure trove in there.
She must be well dirty.
Boing! Boing! Boing! Put the dildo away, Holli, and this is the most important part wash your hands! Oh, that'll be Brandon! I rang him when the lights went out.
We've just had an End Of Brandon party! Hey, baby.
Hi, Brandon.
Get rid of him.
You can't come in.
There's a pile of pink sick on the doorstep.
Oh, I know.
Saz done it.
You girls having a party? Should I bring the crew round? No! Your guys can't come here! Oh, my God, you're treading sick into the carpet.
Oh, man, these trainers are new! That stain better come out.
And what's in that, anyway? This is why you girls shouldn't drink.
Can't handle your liquor.
If girls didn't drink, you'd still be a virgin.
Ooh, cuss.
Did I just see? What's going on here, man? This seems like a party I did not want to miss.
Sorry, V.
I need to get going.
My dad rang up.
Don't worry about the cleaning.
You're doing a great job.
Can we meet later in the week to finish shaving you? You've been shaving each other? Just get rid of him! What the fuck? I'm sorry! I got upset when I saw you gave Charlie the same teddy as you gave me! Wait, wait, what? That's not what happened - I didn't even give Charlie a teddy! That teddy was special for you.
But Charlie's got the same one.
You ever heard of something called a coincidence? Cos that's what we're dealing with here.
A coincidence? Like how I like ribs and how you like ribs? Yeah.
Look are we straight? Cos I don't really like the way you've been slandering my name around for double-dealing teddies, when that's not even what happened.
I'm sorry, Brandon.
I didn't realise Charlie's boobs were so enormous! I can't believe I never noticed before, and when I saw them, I felt this jealousy stabbing me in the guts! And in my boobs.
True, she does have pretty hefty ones right now.
Right now? Has she had a boob job? Look, I'm going to be straight with you.
Charlie's going to be a mama, and that's what's occurring with her boobs.
They're filling up with milk for the baby.
I know it's complicated, but she's saying, and I'm not necessarily saying that I agree with this, but she's saying that I'm the daddy.
What? I'm the daddy? Me? I'm the daddy.
Get out! Just get out! Out! Out! And you too, out.
Hiya! How was everything? Any problems? No! No problems.
Jaden was OK, then? Yeah, well, she woke once or twice cos she had a nightmare about her dad.
Yeah, obviously she thought it was very real, but it wasn't real, obviously.
Cos it's a nightmare.
Oh, no.
But she's fine now? Yeah, think so.
Normally I put like this.
And cushions must be in groups of three.
And you've been burning my candles different lengths - that's not good.
And you have mixed up my fruit! And what has happened to my woodland creatures?! There should be three owls pointing to three squirrels with three deer playing behind the room-freshener device! I'm sure there's no real damage done, Mazza.
We just did homework, really.
Thanks, Viva.
Good job.
We should go home.
Oh, fuck, that was funny! What? What happened? Viva and her friends got out Marie's strap-on.
It was lying under a cushion, and Marie sat on it.
Her face! Marie's got a strap-on? Why? Oh, you're sweet.
That was the funniest thing I've seen since my sister's fiance dumped her at their engagement party.
Anna doesn't get on with her sister.
Oh, poor Marie, she was so pissed.
She kicked off the evening with three cocktails, followed by three wines, and then three whiskies And three strap-ons and then three Shut up, Dad! You're embarrassing yourself.
Mm.
So have you had any more of those pervy texts? No.
Nothing.
So you're not going to call the police about it, then? I think it's over.
'Knowing Holli, I doubt very much that it's over.
' Who are you texting? No-one.
I can't wait for this.
Just get on with it.
Three two one Does it hurt? No! I'm screaming for something to do! Want me to do your tache? You cheeky bitch.
OK.
Do my tache.