- I'm gonna have a small gathering of friends
at my house tonight.
- A party?
Who are you going to invite?
You don't have any friends.
- [Otis] Yes I do.
- Who?
- I have you and--
(upbeat music)
- Hi.
You're new.
I work here too, I'm Ola.
(jazz music)
(grunting)
What are you doing here?
- I didn't wanna go home.
Why'd you throw a shoe at me?
- I'm angry.
- Do you wanna go and smash some shit?
- Yeah, all right.
♪ Everybody's been speadin' the word ♪
♪ All over the neighborhood ♪
- Why did you do that?
- 'Cause I love you, dude.
- Well, I know that I'm bisexual
but I don't like you like that.
And I thought you were a lesbian now,
you're into kitchen stuff or some shit.
- No, Adam, you idiot, you're my friend.
I love you like a friend.
(guitar strumming)
Are you okay?
(acoustic guitar)
- No one's ever said I was their friend before.
(gasp)
- You can put me down now.
- You did give me consent, right?
I'm just, I'm kind of worried that you didn't.
- Yes, Otis, I definitely said "Yes".
When I'm sad I make out with nerdy boys.
It was 100% intentional.
- Why nerdy boys?
- Because they think they're in love with me
which feels amazing until they get clingy
and want to show me all their things.
- I don't think I'm in love with you.
- Sure you don't.
- Are you sad because of your dad?
- Yeah, a bit.
He had to quit his job
and my mum's really stressed about it.
Thank you for checking in,
a lot of guys don't.
(mellow music)
- Are you Vivian Odusanya?
- Yeah, that's me, why?
- Jackson Marchetti.
- I know who you are.
- Okay.
So, headmaster Groff said you'll tutor me this term?
- Picnic tables, 6 o'clock,
bring your maths homework and don't be late.
(sighing)
- I did it to myself.
I put my hand under the weight
because I wanted it to stop, and it did stop
and it felt amazing,
but now...
- It's okay,
but you can't keep on hurting yourself.
- I miss hanging out with you, man.
A lot.
Please can we be friends again?
- Okay.
Let's be mates.
- Move that. (chuckles)
(mellow music)
- I missed you.
- Missed you too.
- [Mrs. Groff] Hello.
- Not history.
- Oh, no I'm Michael's wife, Maureen.
- Oh, sorry.
Jean.
Sex ed...
ish.
- I usually just have what Michael's having.
- Well do what I do sometimes.
Close your eyes and point.
- (laughing) Okay. - It works.
- [Bartender] What can I get you?
- I'll have a Three Legged Monkey please.
(laughing)
- [Bartender] And you?
- I'll have on of those too.
("Freed From Desire" by Gala)
- Can I tell you something?
- Yeah!
- I don't have many friends!
- Me neither!
I think we should do this again.
- Yeah!
- I'm looking for my chaperone.
(mellow music)
- Hello.
I'm Lily.
- I love Tank Girl.
- Yeah, it's criminally underrated.
There's two black hooded rats mating in the biology lab
if you wanted to go and see after assembly.
- Okay.
- Hiding from your boyfriend?
- He's being such a dick.
- You can talk to me about anything, you know?
Even if you just wanna be distracted.
I could speak Gammavelloran to you.
(purring and tongue clicking)
That meant I made you something.
- [Ola] Oh my goodness.
- I think I don't wanna be just friends.
- Why?
- Because you smell so much better than a boy.
(slot machine jackpot)
- You're a snake.
- [Maeve] Yeah?
At least I don't pretend
to be so sweet and nice all the time.
- [Ola] You don't know anything about me.
- [Maeve] You don't anything about me.
- Stop fighting over a stupid boy!
- Aimes, why you crying?
- Because I can't get on the bus.
- [Maeve] Oh, Aimes, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Oh, and out of curiosity,
what did you come up with?
What binds you together?
- Other than non consensual penises, miss,
not much.
- Are you gonna be okay?
- I think so.
I don't feel sad, I just feel angry.
- I know something that might help.
(cheering)
- I'm angry that a horrible man
ruined my best jeans and nobody did anything
and now I can't get on the fucking bus!
(glass shattering) (cheering)
This is amazing!
(cheering)
I'm gonna keep smashing stuff.
(cheering)
- Give it to them!
♪ But you gotta make your own kind of music ♪
♪ Sing your own special song ♪