02x02 - Episode 2

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MUSIC: 'Place To Be'
by Nick Drake

♪ When I was young
Younger than before

♪ I never saw the truth
Hanging from the door

♪ And now I'm older
I see it face to face

♪ And now I'm older
Gotta get up, clean the place... ♪

JOY: Lots of messages coming in
on today's hot topic...

...Linda's Ledgers.

Her list of every, single chore
she's done

and how long it took her

that came up at yesterday's trial.

What did it make you feel?

Did it make you think about
who does what in your home?

Are you someone who's angry about

all the time you've spent
doing it all?

Or...

...are you somebody who enjoys it?

Is the distribution
of household labour

a bone of contention in your home?

Does the government
need to get involved?

Would you, the British taxpayer,
be happy to pay domestic benefits

to the person doing it all?

Or does the idea fill you with rage?

Late for your first shift.
Not a good start, Town Mouse.

Mm.

It seems our Eel Queen
continues to cause mayhem.

I've told you,
it's nothing to do with me.

Urgh...! Is that really
the most humane way of k*lling them?

They're calling you the Mick Lynch
of dusting, Town Mouse.

Yeah. Riling the women folk
right up, you are.

Well, they wouldn't even
know about it

if you hadn't put me on trial.

No.
I refuse to be some poster girl

for some kind of
anti-housework cult.

Ah, the reluctant messiah.

Now, they're always
the best leaders, right?

Mm-hm, yeah.
Oh...

Ooph!
Hot flush?

Yes. It's the stress.

Ain't not got your menopause magnet
down your pants today, then, no?

No.
I can't wear it in here,

because of all the pots and pans
and knives.

SHE CHORTLES

Hm, hey.

Oh...

WOMAN ON RADIO:
In fact, I've had enough.

Anyway, so I said to our John that

either I start getting paid
for doing everything,

or I ain't doing it no more.

And he says we're a team,
and that his job is fitting windows,

and that my job is doing
all the house and kid stuff.

Which made my blood boil
because I'm a barrister

and earn much more than him.

So I says to him, "Why don't you
add up how much it would cost you

"to pay all these
different professionals

"to do all the bollocks I do for you
and come back with a figure?"

So he comes back with a figure,

and no amount of window fitting
is gonna cover it, Joy.

So we comes to an agreement,
which is him doing his f*cking bit.

And how's that working out?

Well, it isn't, is it?

Cos he cleaned the toilet, then
cleaned the cabinet mirror after

with the same cloth he used
to clean the toilet with.

So the mirror was a smeary mess
of wee and pubes.

Which I then had to clean again.

And that made me late for court,
and I got a big m*rder case on.

So what's the solution, Beth?

I don't f*cking know, Joy.

All I know is that
I'm now writing everything down

in my own Linda's Ledger.

Well, keep us posted, Beth.

Dave is on line three.

sh**t, Dave.

You women just want us men castrated
in public, don't you?

You think that'd be a good idea.
Mm.

You can't just keep calling in
and saying that, Dave.

Give my love to Cheryl.

Kev is on line four.
Come on, Kev, don't let me down.

Divvy up household chores equally
between men and women.

The less time women spend
doing chores,

the more time they'll have
doing their proper jobs,

and that will boost the economy.

Mm! Good call, Kev.

So, are you gonna
pull your socks up?

Nah.

Right.

Give my love to Susie.

Well, that's it for today.

Until tomorrow...

...je suis Linda.

DOOR BELL DINGS

We're women, Linda.
This is what we do.

It's what we've always done.

What makes you so bloody special?

Nothing, that's what.

So stop whingeing and moaning
about being a woman and come home.

MUSIC PLAYS

Goooooooood...

...morning, Forest of Dean!

News just in.

The new road and development
has been halted indefinitely

due to a lack of funds.

That is a travesty!
An absolute travesty!

My starlings lost their home.

They've got nothing.
Nothing!

Not only have I lost
my beloved tree,

I've also lost
my most prized possession.

SHE TURNS THE RADIO OFF

Father Watkins' bible...

...Malleus Maleficarum.

Whoever you are...

...you have until midday tomorrow
to return it.

His daughters rejected it,
mocked his nightly readings,

and then began
their witches' supper.

Shame on them!

Which brings me round
to today's subject...

...ungrateful women.

First, they hijack our Eel Festival.

Now, they want a medal
for doing the bloody ironing!

Our boys on the frontline
do their own ironing

and then k*ll people.

Do they get a medal for it?
I mean, yeah, they do.

But not for the ironing.
That's my point.

Makes one wonder,
doesn't it, gentlemen?

The recent eel endangerment

hot on the heels
of the womanised Eel Festival

and Linda's Ledgers.

I also hear that two of
the Mother Tree's tree fellers

haven't been able
to achieve an erection since.

Coincidence? Or a curse?

All this...

...recent phallic-themed
endangerment

has given me the willies.

So, lock up your cucumbers
and your stinkhorns

before they droop, too.

Back after this.

MUSIC PLAYS

I'm, er...
I'm going to Turkey tomorrow.

Package holiday with the kids?

No.

Turkish hair transplant.

Turkey hair?
Don't they have feathers?

Turkish.

Turkish hair.

What is Turkish hair again?

Oh, I've heard of a Turkish bath.
Turkish Delight.

Is it like regular hair, but with
a light dusting of icing sugar?

Lads, lads, lads,
it's where I'm going to get it done.

Turkey's the, er,
cosmetic surgery mecca.

You know, bums, boobs, faces, teeth,
hair transplants.

p*nis enlargements.
Hm.

Just the hair, is it, Steve?
That's right.

The rest of me is unimprovable.

How's Lin's treatment going, Steve?

What treatment?

Her cancer treatment.

She hasn't got cancer, Jerry.

You said she had cancer.
Jerry, for f*ck's sake, man,

have you thought all this time
Lin had cancer?

He made it all up because
he felt humiliated by her leaving.

Come on, Jer.

So she hasn't got cancer?

But me and the kids
ran a half-marathon for her.

Squeezed water out of cloth,


Pig Man's cloth
brings all the girls to the yard.

I love housework.

I used to do everything.

And would your ex-wife agree?
Oh, a hundred percent.

She did f*ck all.
Oh, well done, you.

I'm just saying I did my bit.

Oh...!

I've really annoyed myself thinking
more of you for doing the housework.

And I wouldn't have thought that
if you were a woman.

We make such a fuss of guys
for doing, like, the bare minimum.

"Dave's such an incredible father,
he did the school run last week."

"Bob did the kids' tea
last Thursday.

"Used every pot in the house, and
didn't wash up, but he did the tea.

"Love Bob, he's such a ledge."

"Oh, did you hear
Adam changed Tilly's nappy?

"Give him the Nobel Prize!"

Special recipe, just for you.
Oooh.

Rose coffee...

Well, it's not that bad, is it?

You said you loved
the smell of roses.

No, I do, I do.
Thank you.

My mum had this...

She wore this rose talc.

And, er, it would always
be all over the bathroom floor.

Do you ever feel like
you're just pretending?

How do you mean?
To be happy.

Being here is, like, the first time,
I think, in my whole life

I've ever felt like
I belonged somewhere.

SHE SCOFFS

Every family photo,
I looked like just some random kid

that had just wandered into shot.

But it's not just the people, though.

It's the place.

I feel really rooted here.

Follow the mushrooms, Linda.

The mushrooms?

They're what led me here,
I'm sure of it.

CHATTER

Oh!
Can we have a word...

...about Linda's Ledgers,
please, Linda?

How long have you been there for?

It's just does...

WHISPERS: ..does sex...

...go in the chore ledger, Linda?

Sorry, does what
go in the chore ledger?

WHISPERS: Sex.

And not just the main act, neither.

What about the hand jobs,

and the mouth jobs,

and the bum jobs?
Mm.

I can't answer that for you, Judith.
Only you can answer that.

Did you put all your hand jobs,
and mouth jobs, and bum jobs

in your Linda's Ledger, Linda?

I don't...
I don't talk about my private life.

I don't know
what the chore ledger rules are.

Just if it felt like a chore,
then I put it in.

Thank you.
Ah...

Thank you, Linda.

I shall amend my
Janet's Linda's Ledger accordingly.

No, it's...
And I'll pass that on to the others.

It's not Janet's Linda's Ledger,
it's just...

And I shall amend my
Judith's Linda's Ledger, too.

No, it's just Judith's Ledger.
It's not Judith's Linda's Ledger.

See? I told you.

If it feels like a chore,
then it goes in.

That's the rule.

If it feels...

...like a chore...
...like a chore...

...then it goes in.
...then it goes in.

That's the rule.
That's the rule.

Thank you, Linda.
Thank you, Linda.

We'll see the girls immediately.
We'll see the girls.

Oh, there aren't any rules.

That's not what I was saying.

Can I backdate
my Sarah's Linda's Ledger, Linda?

Is smiling at him a chore, Linda?

Do I put that down
in my June's Linda's Ledger?

How do we start
taking the time back, Linda?

Do we put double time down
if we do two chores at once,

or put them in separately, Linda?

I often multi-task, like most women,
a hand job whilst ironing,

dusting and stripping...
I don't know!

Does enthusiastically listening
to him

talking about himself all the time
go in, Linda?

What does our sign say, Linda?

"Serving eels and mash to men"?
Yeah, exactly.

Men come here
to get away from their women.

It's not where wives come to get
hand job and housework advice.

Get rid of them Linda,
or we'll get rid of you.

Sorry, is that supposed to be
the eel speaking,

cos I can see your lips move.
Get rid!

It's not my fault!
I don't know why they're here!

Is listening to his work stories
over and over a chore?

What about laughing at their jokes?

How much shall we charge for that,
Linda?

And Judith told us that hand jobs,
mouth jobs, and bum jobs

are all charged differently.
Sort it, Linda!

Yeah, Linda.

It's your final warning.

Move! Move! Move! Move!

THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE
I don't know!

I don't know!

BARRAGE OF QUESTIONS

QUESTIONS CONTINUE

Women, please, go home!

Leave me out of your bum jobs!

WOMEN SHOUT QUESTIONS

TABLETS RATTLE

CALL ALERT TUNE PLAYS

Oh, hello, Martin.

Well, your mum's not dead yet,
if that's why you're ringing.

But you never wanted kids.

ROWDY CHATTER

Oh...

Eczema?
Lice.

Oh, God!

Get some shampoo.

No, I like the company.
Eh?

No, it's a lonely old world
out there, Linda.

Sorry?

You're actively hosting lice
to make you feel less alone?

Yeah, well, they remind me
that I've got feelings.

Itchiness isn't a feeling.

It's a symptom, Tony,
of having your blood sucked.

Well, it's more than
a lot of men my age are getting.

HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Some of these poor b*stards
round here

ain't even getting sucked by lice.

Scratching isn't a substitute
for intimacy.

Well, then, you're obviously
not doing it properly.

Tone...

...come on.

I've got friends
in co-dependent relationships.

But this?

They're literally feeding off you,
Tony.

You're their literal life source.
Yeah, nice to be needed, isn't it?

We all need a purpose in life,
Linda.

Oh...!

CAR DRAWS UP

ENGINE STOPS

CAR DOOR OPENS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

DOOR BURSTS OPEN
Aarrgghh...!

Siobhain, what the fu...?

You've come in the Corsa!

Why are you wearing
Steve's leathers?

I'm taking some time back
for myself, Linda.

Where's the toilet?

I'm not sh1tting in a bush.
Not with my guts.

Oh, fu...!

♪ Oh, Sally, my dear
It's you I'd be kissing

♪ She smiled and replied
"You don't know what you're missing"

♪ Oh, Sally, my dear
I wish I could wed you

♪ Oh, Sally, my dear
I wish I could bed you... ♪