01x08 - Line Spectrum Border

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It's hard to stop it

when it starts off so small.

- Steve's like that. He's

- Remember,

- all aggressors should

- Oh, Bob. Bob. Sorry.

I took Bob aside.

I said, "Can you stop?"

Barely finished speaking

before he's looking

all horrified,

saying he'll never talk to me

again 'cause it's "safer."

Looking at me like I'm crazy.

Well, Bob probably does think

you're crazy.

He thinks this is all

a little uncalled for,

and this personal space thing

is all going a bit too far.

And he's very confident

in his view

because he's gone exploring

to see for himself

what boundaries and violations

these women might be

banging on about

because Bob's thorough.

And on these explorations,

Bob found the line

that separated him

from everything else.

Rather than crossing it,

he tiptoed on it.

And he experienced this feeling

of being on the boundary,

on the border,

right on the line

of being neither in one place

or another.

And saw how in this gray area,

where nothing was quite clear,

no one could be clear.

We can't articulate.

We fuddle our words.

We couldn't pinpoint

exactly what it was he did

that we felt was so wrong.

So, yeah, Bob thinks

you're crazy.

Yeah, he thinks he's

the smartest man in the room,

who knoweth all things,

because Bob has observed

the detail.

We have to start observing Bob,

telling him,

"We too see the detail.

We see you, Bob.

And if we see you, it means

we are right there with you,

tiptoeing in line

right behind you.

And in that place

where rules, clarity, law,

and separation cease to exist,

we will show you exactly

what we mean by 'violation.'"

We're all somewhere on a line.

Sexuality is a spectrum.

We're all on a spectrum.

Really? I had no idea.

Let's all have sex.

I don't know why it's a big deal

for you two. You're straight.

I'm not straight.

I just love d*ck.

Yeah.

And I have d*ck, so

So does my brother, Kwarms.

What's the point in hand?

Uh, the point in hand is that,

as you know,

sex with men

is not safe for me right now,

after being sexually assaulted

by one of them,

so I'd like to have sex with a

- A female

- A "female"?

I'm dead.

My brother's d*ck.

My brother's d*ck.

My brother's d*ck.

Boobs and a vaj.

Boobs and a vaj.

Boobs and a vaj.

Your nostrils are flaring.

- You're disgusted!

- That is mingin'!

Wank, Kwame.

Just wank, please,

and leave the females alone.

You say wank, yeah?

Huh? Huh? Wank, yeah?

Huh? Huh? Where you going?

Where you going?

Yo, what's good?

- Hey.

- Hey!

Are your ears itchy?

I was just thinking about you.

Really?

Um no.

They're not itchy.

- Are yours?

- No.

And you just crossed my mind,

- so I guess that ear thing

is nonsense.

- Oh my God.

f*ck. Heartbroken.

Mm. Gutted.

Are you uh,

are you with people?

Your eyes are sort of

darting around.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just I'm with, uh,

a couple of friends

at the moment, so

Ah, right.

I better get back

to work anyway, so

Um, do you do you

Do you by any chance

wanna go out tonight?

- I'd really like that.

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Um, yeah, I'll be free.

Good. I'll I'll

I'll talk to you later, yeah?

Yous up, yeah?

Who is this man?

Who is this man?

Who is this man?

I'm dead. I'm dead.

- Oh my God.

- I'm dead!

Well, well, well.

What?

Hello?

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

Oh! Girl or boy?

Do you know yet?

- It's a girl.

- Aww!

- Hello.

- Double congratulations! Hello!

- Oh my God!

- Thanks for coming today.

Tell me you guys get to leave?

- Yeah.

- We do. Bless you.

Okay.

We need to be pregnant

baes, you know, it's goals.

Literally.

- Your birth is my birth.

- Goals.

Ooh, we'll do a YouTube channel

- and an Insta page.

- Obviously.

"Pregnant baes."

Oh my God. Do it.

Endorse us! I love it.

Oh, are you gonna, like,

film each other's births?

Us?

I don't think that's our

Ah, yeah. That's our sh*t.

We're kinda trashy like that.

- Yeah, We probably should

- Yes.

No, of course. Yeah. Sorry.

I'm gonna read you

a summing up of what we've done.

I appreciate

it's been nine months

since your first interview.

The initial inquiries we made

were to find out

where the crime took place.

We did manage to trace you

quite successfully on CCTV.

We scrutinized that CCTV

and potentially identified

a possible suspect

who was already on remand

for a very similar offense

in a nearby area.

Yeah, that's

That's the one you arrested.

He was interviewed,

and his DNA was taken.

We had numerous conversations

with forensic scientists

to decide which items

of your personal belongings

were best suited to examine

and where we might find

any kind of evidence.

Yes, when you the flannel.

When you tested the flannel.

Yes. Subsequently,

forensics detected semen

on the flannel.

In a normal case,

we could just upload it

onto a DNA database and wait

for a match to come along.

But unfortunately,

the DNA detected

wasn't substantial enough

to conduct a mass comparison.

So our only option

was to directly compare

individual DNA profiles

with the sample.

We asked

about any consensual partners

- at the time of the as*ault.

- Biagio. Mm-hmm.

Yeah. He did go into a station

and his DNA was taken in Italy.

It didn't match.

It was a negative match.

Subsequently,

we compared the DNA results

with the suspect

already under arrest.

That was also negative.

So unfortunately,

that line of investigation

didn't go anywhere.

So it's no longer

an active investigation.

I'm really sorry to give you

that kind of information.

We we have your belongings

back from forensics.

Would you like them back?

How you doing, boo?

If you wanna chat, chat.

If you wanna cry, you can cry.

'Cause, I mean,

I don't know how healthy it is

to be here any longer.

Know what I mean?

'Cause I'm like, I know

the story hasn't been sweet,

and and we've been here

lingering for an hour,

so I'm like, let's

Let's transport Arabella

out of the police station

into an environment

that sparks joy.

- I need to leave.

- Yeah, yeah. Cool.

- Girl, I'm your taxi.

- Self-care.

- I've maxed out my cards.

- Babe, I haven't. I got you.

- There is something.

- Okay. Go on.

I can't say it.

Do you wanna come

and whisper it to me?

- I need a plane ticket

- Bae, I can't hear you.

I need a plane ticket to Italy.

- Bella?

- Yeah? What?

What is it about Italy?

Well, you know what it is

about Italy, T.

Bella, man.

Bella, listen, I understand.

His d*ck game was strong.

- No

- You fell hook, line, and sinker

but now it's time to sink him.

- Hook, line, and sink him.

- Right. Okay.

This is the same guy, yeah,

who told you

you had a drug problem

and then sold you drugs

in the same breath.

It wasn't in the same breath.

- What?

- It was in the same night,

- which is different

- Listen, he's a hypocrite.

He's controlling.

Is being around

a controlling hypocrite

good for your recovery plan?

Let me just check

the recovery toolbox.

Ooh! "Surround yourself

with people who affirm you."

- And that's you?

- Yes.

- That's you.

- Yes, it is.

So if you were to suddenly

not affirm me

when I needed

affirmation the most,

it would make you someone

I should stay away from,

and a bit controlling

and hypocritical.

How was the journey?

Was it all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

It was good, thank you, yeah.

Oh my God. You're seeing my face

up close for the first time.

- I'm sh1tting it.

- Ah, don't.

What are you talking about?

You're stunning.

Oh, well, you know.

Nerve-racking

when the veil goes.

You're gorgeous,

I l I love your hair.

Don't say that you like my hair.

That's the only thing I know

cannot be liked by anybody.

- It's awful.

- What what?

I have a hat in my bag.

That's how much I hate my hair.

You carry a hat in your bag?

Yeah.

On every one of these things.

Oh, yeah?

So, how does that work?

Um, well, I sit across from you,

and if I see your eyes

darting up to my hair,

then I excuse myself

to the toilet

and I come back like this.

No, you don't.

Yeah, seriously.

I like to do what I can

to make it a pleasurable

experience for both parties.

- A pleasurable experience?

- Yeah.

All right. Well

we should drink to that, yeah.

Um, a G&T would be amazing,

thank you.

Well, are you into white girls,

black girls?

Do you have a particular

interest in Greek girls?

Um, no, I'm I'm pretty open.

I'm into everything.

But you're here with me.

Yeah.

Walking me home.

What about you, uh,

do you have a type or

I'm into guys with some edge.

I'm into black guys.

Could you tell?

Well, you're letting me

walk you home.

I'm really into black guys.

Well, yeah, that's that's me.

Mi scusi?

Yeah, exactly.

So where the f

Sì.

Sir, could you stop

the car please,

'cause I know the way from here?

Can you

Sì.

Thanks.

Your international data

has run out. Please

Biagio!

Biagio?

So hi.

Uh, I don't know if

Bella?

f*ck.

sh*t.

Hi. Uh

ciao.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

I've got gin.

Is that all right?

Bella? What the f*ck

are you doing here?

Come here.

I, um I just w I I

I just wanted to say sorry.

I just

I I came

because I wanted to apologize.

- To me?

- Yeah.

For making you go to the police.

Forensic?

Yeah.

So you break into

my house for this?

Well, no, I didn't I did

I didn't break in.

I remembered

where you kept the key.

I just really needed to see you.

That's why I'm turning up

at your apartment

with, uh, songs and sorrys

and, uh

la pillola.

- La pillola?

- Yeah.

You're crazy.

The only thing you remember.

No, I also remembered

Pizzeria Il Tempo.

It's your favorite.

- It is.

- I ordered.

'Cause I was hungry

waiting for you.

You're crazy.

You know that's

why you like me.

Liked me.

Probably hate me now.

I can never hate you.

Ignoring my calls

for no reason then.

I rang you on the way

to the airport.

Sorry.

- What is this?

- Oh, that Sorry.

It's, uh

You It's just writing, uh

on yeah, nothing.

Read it for me.

Well, no, I haven't

I haven't even read it

back to myself, so

I want to be near you.

I, uh I stopped partying,

and drinking,

and I, um

I stopped smoking.

- I stopped smoking.

- You did?

Pizza.

You came alone?

Uh, yeah.

How long do you stay?

I say however long

you want me to.

You good for cash?

- Uh I might just

- Here.

Yeah. Thank you.

Ciao.

Great.

Biagio, the door's locked.

Biagio?

Biagio, are you okay?

Biagio?

Okay, so I'm thinking, um,

you've probably locked me out

on purpose.

I'm not sure, but

feeling confident.

Can you at least tell me

what I did?

Preferably not with a door

in between us.

Biagio, can you open

the door, please?

Right So, uh

I'm yeah, I'm

I'm thinking back, and

I'm realizing I might've

come across as a bit intense

when I said I was here

as long as you wanted me to be.

I'm not.

I do have a return.

I'm not, um

Like, I have a ticket.

I have a ticket.

It's it's Rome to Heathrow,

tomorrow morning.

I will show you. It's

It's, uh, tomorrow morning.

I think I've left my pass

My my passport is in there,

so now I really am here

as long as you want me to be.

I can't I can't leave

unless you open the door

and give it to me.

Wow.

Rah.

Biagio, are you really

that kind of prick, yeah?

Wow. Biagio,

you're a f*cking b*tch!

You're a f*cking c**t, Biagio!

You f*cking piece of sh*t.

f*ck you,

you f*cking piece of sh*t!

You're a f*cking b*tch!

You son of a b*tch!

Biagio!

f*cking b*tch.

You f*cking son

of a f*cking b*tch.

Get away from my door.

- It's nice.

- Ah, that's my first.

I'd been begging for a tat

for ages, and then my dad died.

- Oh, sorry.

- Thanks. And, uh

two days later I told my mum

that I wouldn't be able

to recover from the grief

unless I got a tattoo

of the date.

It was the

only thing she couldn't

really argue with.

Ah. Sociopath flex.

I do say that I have a sociopath

lying dormant inside my brain.

Yeah, well Whatever it is,

I think you're f*cking cool.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Oh, is it?

Okay.

What What did you say?

- "Ni"

- You said "nijja"?

Yeah Yeah.

"Nijja," it's my substitute.

Is it

- You have a you have a

- Substitute. Yeah.

For?

I'm not gonna say it.

Why? What d'you think's

gonna happen?

If you say it three times

in the mirror,

does the KKK leader

appear in the mirror?

I got a lot of black friends.

I would never say it.

All I'm saying is

"nijja" is f*cking weird, so

I wouldn't be so antsy about it.

Well, it's complex, isn't it?

Hmm. Okay.

Well,

everyone's terrified to speak.

I can't even ask

for a f*cking f*g in public

without being paranoid

some f*cking g*y guy's

gonna have a seizure.

What, so you won't say "n*gg*r"

but you will say the F word?

Did you just substitute

"the F word" for "f*gg*t"?

I thought I was the antsy one?

It's really complex.

Also, on a personal level,

like, how much sympathy

do I actually really have

with, like, major appropriators

of female identity?

I just I don't know.

I'm g*y.

You're joking, right?

No.

- You're g*y?

- I'm g*y.

Well, if you're g*y,

why are you on a dating app

looking for

What the f*ck?

No, the thing the thing is

sexuality is a spectrum.

And I I wanted

I wanted to explore, like

You're g*y.

Why would you not say

that you were g*y?

Because we we shared a lot.

I mean, like, a lot.

And you just sort of

kept that bit back.

Yeah. But I

I wasn't even sure

Yeah. Can you leave?

Have you done this before?

- Do you do it regularly?

- I don't f*cking do it.

Have you ever had sex

with a woman?

Oh, you're a virgin.

That's great.

You're crying?

Waterworks? Really?

And just so you know,

you're a f*cking d*ck.

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Please call

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For anybody

who thinks I'm crazy

for having Insta

and Twitter wars

with rapists

and life-destroyers every day,

you can relax, I have

the all-clear. Yay!

Back in the room,

it's all right.

Hey! I love your work.

I've read your posts.

Sorry, you must be busy.

I am never too busy

to talk about pain.

I love you too. I mean

it trickles down, doesn't it?

Do you need social media?

These networks promote speaking

at the cost of listening.

I have to speak.

Kwame, if you paint things

to make it look like

you're a victim, and I find out

that isn't the case,

it makes me question

who you are.