01x04 - Such Outdoorsy Girls

[bunniefuu]

Remember, if it rings twice

then stops,

he's definitely blocked me.

THEY TAKE DEEP BREATHS

PHONE RINGS

One

..two

RINGING STOPS

Keep waiting.

It's going to ring again.

Has to.

Justwait.

It's coming.

Nicky?

No, I'm not Nicky, sorry.

Do you want to hear the poem

I wrote?

It's called I Gave Him a**l.

Posted it on Instagram.

12 likes. No, thanks.

Art's my thing, not yours.

What's that?

The last condom we used.

I kept it. Urgh! It stinks!

Yeah. Well, that's love for you.

OK. My turn.

Seb's hoodie.

Isn't he upstairs? You have to

manifest the reality you want.

Maybe the universe will listen.

They're watching us.

I'm surprised with Dev. Most men

would be running for the hills.

Perhaps you need me to get

out of your hair for a while.

Oh. Are you not

having a lovely time?

Yes, of course I am.

Then why are you holding

your car keys?

It's justthe girls.

They seem to be struggling -

and you've already got enough

on your plate as it is.

Well, losing their father

hasn't been easy.

I don't think

they're really over it.

They don't have a safe, stable

male figure in their lives

and this house

is upsetting for them.

Maybe the girls are craving

a real bonfire.

You know, fresh air, green grass.

When me and Lisa had times

of crisis,

we always liked to get back

to nature.

But I don't suppose you girls are

into that sort of thing, are you?

We're always going out

into the woods, aren't we?

Just three girls having it out

with Mother Nature.

I can't believe your car's still

at the garage.

Must been giving it

a thorough service.

Yeah. I think there's an issue

with the, er

Wheels.

Ah.

You're in a good mood, Josie.

Well, yeah, I'm excited. Really?

Yep.

I'm going to find myself.

That's a great idea, Josie.

Let's all try to find ourselves.

What if I don't want to find myself?

Well, then you find someone else

to be. It's not that easy.

Finding yourself is hard.

That's why I've been on this

gap here for so long.

Gap year between what,

nothing and nothing?

You don't do anything.

Er, I'm an artist.

You've not made anything!

Yeah, because I've been

stifling my creativity at home.

No, that's great, Josie.

Some of the greatest minds

find themselves in the woods.

You could take after your mother.

She's very creative.

Oh, yes. I'm going to get inspired.

It's just like WB Yeats said,

"I went out to the hazel wood

"because a fire was in my"

MUSIC BLARES

BANGING

Oh! Billie's excited.

Josie, listen to me.

Don't you dare.

What? I just want to get creative

again, to express myself.

Don't go there, Josie.

You getting in touch

with your emotions is dangerous.

We are not doing this again.

I can't believe you'd

bring that thing here.

It's just my paints.

It's Pandora's f*cking box

and we've only just managed

to shut it again.

They said I was good at it

on the psych ward.

Yeah, you're psych ward good.

It's not the Turner Prize.

Not to pressure you, but everything

is riding on this trip.

Dev's already started reaching

for the emergency escape hatch

and I can't have him finding out

that he's the last pillar

propping us up

before the fall of f*cking Rome.

I can only afford one daughter

having a breakdown at a time.

Nicky?

Er, no. It's me. It's Dev.

Right. Hand them over, girls. What?

We're leaving phones in the car.

Dev's idea.

But It'll be good for us.

Can't take in the green

if we're staring at the screen.

We can keep them in

the glove compartment.

Be hard to fit your iPad in there.

It's only for the night, Dev.

You'll get it back in the morning.

Right.

DOOR SLAMS

Let's have an adventure.

Can I wait in the car? No.

Oh.

DEV CHUCKLES

Shortbread, air freshener

and one egg.

£70 on Airbnb.

Bargain. That's the same price

as therapy. Exactly.

And this one benefits all

of us. Much less selfish.

Ooh. "To our next adventure."

Who wrote that, Dev?

A pen pal?

A male pen pal?

It's from Lisa.

She must have left it from the last

time we went on a trip together.

Wild swimming in the Lake District -

it was so funny,

we didn't bring our swimming

costumes, so we just

Well, I shouldn't say any more,

really.

So, where's the picnic food?

I thought you were bringing that

because I paid for the cabin

and the petrol.

And your KitKat Chunky.

I didn't realise that

was the deal. Sorry.

Lisa always used to bring

hand-baked snacks

and her famous lentil bean chilli.

We can go and get supplies.

I'll take Billie with me.

She loves the outdoors.

THUD

You two can go and enjoy

the nature.

Now, tell me, Josie, what are you

going to get? Supplies for dinner.

And what are you not going to find?

Myself.

Good girl.

I wish she'd just let me wait

in the car. What if Nicky's texted?

Try to embrace it.

Look at the beautiful nature.

Yeah, it's just like it looks

on TV - f*cking boring.

Where's the shop?

Oh, we're not going to the shop.

We're going to get inspired.

How? I've not got that far yet.

Maybe it's nice not

having our phones.

Listen to the wind, the trees.

What do you hear?

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

Exactly. Nothing at all.

My head's empty.

Josie!

My head is empty!

I know, yeah.

No, it's f*cking empty!

I feel everything.

The dark void of emptiness.

There's nothing in there.

Nothing! Help me.

What do I do with all the space

in my brain that Nicky took up?

You just need to find a new thing

to fill the void with.

Not art, though! That's my thing.

Don't be filling that empty

head with ideas, OK?

Oh, look, a church.

Some of the best artists

get inspiration in churches.

How exciting! Let's go! Come on!

Wow.

It says here this is

where Jane Austen

wrote passages of Pride and

Prejudice. Urgh! Do you want to go?

Billie, that's a good thing! Oh. OK.

Well, it is quite nice in here.

Imagine, all those years ago, she

sat in here and thought of ideas.

I think one's coming.

Better get ready.

Need more paper?

Just f*ck off, OK?

Oh!

DEV CHUCKLES

Lovely.

Tell me more about your adventures

with Lisa.

Oh, well, we'd, erm

we'd play Rummikub.

I'd practise my Wim Hof, obviously,

and then we'd go wild swimming.

We'd, erm

We'd chat about our favourite

music and The wild swimming.

Well, that's a bit naughty.

It's a secret

between myself and her.

Probably my happiest memory.

Let's go wild.

Whoa, whoa.

It's It's a bit chilly.

Live a little.

Let's get back to nature.

DEV SOBS

I'm sorry.

I was thinking about her.

Sorry, can I have a tissue?

CONTINUES SOBBING

Thank you.

Oh, no! I can't

I can't use that, that's Lisa's!

Oh, is it? I'm sorry.

I didn't realise.

HE CRIES

Nicky?

No. That's Jesus. Oh.

You seem lost.

I am, yeah. Just got dumped.

Can you believe it?

I was going to have his baby.

Oh, are you No, are you thick?!

Don't be ridiculous! Oh, sh*t. Wait.

Are you the kind of church that

hates ab*rtion

or are you the kind that pretends

like it's fine?

We believe in free will here.

God gives you what you need.

So God gave me my boyfriend?

I suppose so, yes.

So God's going to bring him back?

I I didn't say that.

God - God loves you and God will

always do what's right for you,

and a lot of people find

comfort in that.

What's the catch?

It's a personal journey,

it takes years of dedication -

but God will always be with you.

So you're saying he's a man

that can't leave me?

I suppose so, yes.

I'm in.

Who's your friend?

Oh, that's my sister.

And is shepraying?

No. She's hoping for inspiration,

but she hasn't worked out

that she's sh*t at everything yet.

To be fair, she's mostly here

so she doesn't have to give her

boyfriend a handjob.

She's a l*sbian.

Wow! I feel loads better.

Thank you very much.

Have a lovely day.

Goodbye.

I take it all back.

I love nature!

Look at the way the light

goes through the trees.

Yeah. All the wonders

of the woodland.

Ooh! Is that a fossil?

No, it's dog sh*t.

What's gotten into you?

I met someone. Who?

Well, they're really kind

and loving and compassionate.

It's God, isn't it?

It's God, yeah.

DEADPAN: Fantastic.

Never felt peace like it.

Remember when my head

was all empty earlier?

That's OK now, cos God's in it.

Who am I?

Who actually f*cking am I?!

I've had no ideas, nothing. Wouldn't

I have had inspiration by now?

Maybe you're not an artist.

I've got to be an artist.

I've got too much pain to not be.

We've all got pain.

Yeah, but I've got loads of it.

sh*t. That does sound tough.

Know who might help you?

Don't you dare say God.

It's God, yeah.

You're home. Fantastic.

Where's all the bags?

Oh

f*ck me.

Dev is next-door thinking I'm making

a woodland feast

like his stupid dead wife did.

Why did you not get supplies?

I found something much better,

actually.

Well, thank goodness for that.

You had me scared there that we

were going to have nothing to eat.

What did you get?

It's not something you get.

It's something you feel.

Eh? It's God, Mum.

She's talking about God.

For f*ck's sake.

I cannot turn my back for

ten minutes

without one of you finding God.

We're not having another

Josie Scientology fiasco.

The sign said free personality test.

What was I going to do?

Not go in? How the f*ck do I make a

meal out of shortbread and an egg?

Mm! Smells delicious.

Well, it doesn't, Dev,

cos I've not cooked anything.

We've not got any food.

I've let you down. I'm so sorry.

I will never be Lisa.

No.

No, you won't.

Did he say that in a nice way?

JOSIE AND BILLIE: Erm

Still no sign of Dev, then? Nah.

Should we help her?

Nah.

Only God can help her now.

Do you think it's our fault

the trip is ruined?

Probably, yeah.

It's OK. Mum's superpower is turning

all bad memories into good ones.

We could spend the weekend

burning in hell

and I guarantee you, by Monday,

she'll be reminiscing fondly

about how warm it was.

You OK, Mum?

Maybe he can't find us.

He's lost in the woods.

Maybe he's alone.

We have to help him by making

a fire,

a beacon in the night, for him

to find his way back.

OK, well, let us know if you'd like

a third of some shortbread.

Poor woman.

She still thinks he's coming back.

Deluded.

Only God can bring men back.

I think God probably sent Dev away.

Act of mercy.

Do you think God could have sent

Nicky away? Could have done, yeah.

What the f*ck would God

do that for?! Don't know.

That's just one of the unanswerable

questions, innit? What do you mean?

Well, like, that's the thing.

You can't get all the answers,

it's all a bit murky. You just sort

of have to choose what resonates.

I'm going to go get some

f*cking answers.

Don't you dare!

This is your fault!

How is it my fault? Because you

brought that f*cking box.

You didn't even try and get dinner.

You went out into the woods

to get inspired, didn't you?

Admit it! Selfish!

I didn't! Admit it! OK, I did!

I wanted to get ideas for my art.

I want to be an artist.

What's wrong with art?

Because where does it end, Josie?

Next you'll be asking for therapy.

Like my advice isn't good enough

for you or something.

Yes! Listen to me.

Can you think of a happy artist? No.

They're all f*cking miserable.

That is what art does to people.

It drags up all kinds of emotions

that we cannot afford to have.

Stop exploring yourself.

You do not need to swim

in deeper waters.

That's where sharks are.

It's just art.

I just wish that you would choose

a stable life and settle

down with your nice boyfriend,

none of these big ideas.

It's much safer.

Like me and Dev.

Well, where is he, then?

BANGS ON DOOR

God?

Hello! God!

DOOR CLOSING

God! Come back, God!

I've got questions

and I need answers!

ENGINE STARTS

SHE GROANS

You coward!

TYRES SCREECH

I found a good one.

I know it.

We just have to have a little faith.

There is no God.

He just drove away from me

in a Vauxhall Corsa.

I give up. All men leave us.

Even God.

That's not true.

Why are none of them here then?

Where's Dev?

Yeah. Where is Dev, Mum?

He's been gone a long time.

He's coming back. Is he?

He's left us out in the woods.

He's left us with no food

and we're going to die.

Maybe he's just got distracted.

Or he's helping someone in the town

or something.

Oh, listen to yourself, woman!

He's never going to get over

his dead wife!

No, it's your fault.

You both scared him off.

I hope you're happy.

I loved him. Did you?

You don't know what love is, Josie.

Love is a deal that you make

with someone else.

Isn't love about having a deeply

emotional connection with someone

that makes you feel alive?

Yeah, you can get good terms on

the deal, that's what I said.

Right. There's only one thing

for it.

One of us is going to have to go out

there and look for him.

How would we work out who has to go

out into the woods

in the middle of the night?

That's a death mission.

OK, everyone, shut your eyes

and point at the person

that should go. It's only fair.

Open them.

Oh, I see how it is. You both want

to send me to my death, do you?

What?! You love that sort of thing!

OK. Well, you know what?

Now I'm feeling really inspired.

You guys are on your own.

Right. You're up next, Billie.

I didn't even really like Dev.

Well, I do.

He is so nice to me.

And when he ejaculates,

it's only ever a thimbleful

and it never smells.

That's nice.

Do you really think he's gone?

Yes.

We're spinsters. Washed up.

Face it, you're never going

to replace his perfect dead wife.

If it helps, from the picture,

she looks f*cking frigid.

Let's not speak ill of the dead.

f*cking frigid b*tch.

He wasn't that great.

In fact, he brought absolutely

nothing to the table.

And I'm a really good judge

of character.

See? I am an artist.

f*ck me!

This is why you shouldn't do art.

What? It's nice.

It's uncanny. It's troubling.

It's a horse. It's Dad. Er

It's not Dad. It's Champion the

Wonder Horse - Mum's favourite.

Everything you make

is about your f*cking father.

I-I wasn't even thinking about him.

Exactly!

There is stuff going on in here

that no-one needs to know about.

Not even you!

I am shutting Pandora's box

for good!

If we don't deal with our emotions,

it'll build up and explode.

I'm just trying to process for us.

We need catharsis.

WedonotneedCATHARSIS!

Promise me you won't do art again.

I promise. Thank you.

If I can give you one thing, Josie,

it's the gift of not

going after your dreams.

You can only be disappointed.

Thank you.

It's OK, really.

I just thought I found myself

for a second. No.

Keep looking.

I need to work out who I am,

because this can't be it.

I think it is.

Sorry.

But you know who still loves you?

Is it God?

No, I'm genuinely asking.

Do you know anyone

who still loves you?

Doesn't matter if he doesn't

come back.

I don't want to be

second best to anyone.

Yeah, you're much prettier

than her anyway.

He'd be an idiot to throw

that all the way.

Am I pretty?

Stunning.

You're not second best.

She's dead.

You're alive.

You've won.

Yeah. You know what?

We're the most alive people I know.

That is true.

We are still alive.

Hands up. Who's still alive?

You know, who's not got her hand up?

Lisa, because she's dead.

Thanks.

I'm glad I've got you, Billie.

And you've got me. Yes.

I didn't even really like Dev

anyway.

I think he might be the most

boring man in the world.

That's what I said! Really?

And you know what?

It did smell.

Oh, you got the fire going.

Dev! Ooh, you've been getting

creative I see.

Where have you been?

I went to get supplies,

but the shop was shut.

So did you go somewhere else?

Oh, no. Well, I must confess,

I did go on my iPad in the car

for a little bit.

It's daily Duolingo.

I didn't want to lose my streak.

I thought you weren't coming back.

Don't be silly.

Or should I say don't be tonta.

That's Spanish for silly.

You said I could never replace Lisa.

Oh, I see. Well

No.

No, you can't.

But I wouldn't want you to.

You're Deb.

Oh, Dev.

What a compelling painting

of a horse.

Why are you burning it?

Weran out of wood. Oh.

Well, whoever did that

is very talented.

My wife, Lisa, used to paint.

It was me. I did it.

You're so creative, Deb.

And even though it was

too good to be true,

it was the last part

of me I could give to you.

That was beautiful.

Stunning, Billie.

What's that piece called?

I Gave Him a**l.

You are very talented.

That's cos I've got real pain.

What a lovely trip.

Our best one yet.

And you know what?

I must say, I have not

missed my phone at all.

Yeah, me neither. Or me.

GLASS SHATTERS

Anything?

No, maybe it's overloaded.

You? No, but our signal's bad,

innit?

Now? Not yet.

Now? No.

You? No.

Now?

No.

Now? Not yet.

Now? No.