Film Club

- Morning, Sharon! - Oh. Hi, Evie. How are you?

Out your shell again, hermit crab?

I'm not a crab, Callum. I'm a person.

Oh, lady in the attic, finally...

I'm gonna stop you right there.

You have a great day. You deserve it.

What?

Oi!

- Sorry. - Come on.

Me again. Erm, I've slept better,

but I've got this weird pain in my ear.

Is that labyrinthitis? I don't know.

Erm...

Evie...

I... I just wanted to say, um...

I've, I've been...

I've got the day off, and maybe I can

come help with some prep.

Uh, big one tonight, obviously.

And so, what's the film?

Er...

you haven't said.

- Hello. - Hello.

Evie, stop it. No, you're gonna make me wee.

- Mwah! - I haven't brushed my teeth yet.

- Doesn't matter. - I've got a fuzzy mouth.

Well, I've had four coffees. I'm gonna go on a big old

- walk today. - How... how big?

A big old walk. Big. Huge.

She needs to slow down.

She's back and forth to that shop

like a bloody yo-yo.

Say it to her face.

She wants to go on a big old walk.

Can you go with her?

Try and chill her out.

She's gone from nought to 99.

Must have a dog you can borrow.

Oh, speaking of... any biz cards?

They're arriving by courier.

They ought to arrive by

horse and bloody carriage, the amount they cost.

Don't keep going on about it.

- I'm not! Homestead Hounds! - Mum!

Stop.

What's this supposed to be?

Prison. You can whack your double denim on

and join in if you want to, baby.

Baby? Couldn't think of anything worse.

- This just arrived for you. - Yes.

Big week this week?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. I'm moving it forwards.

Two hundred, and it's time to move it forward,

you know. I'm shifting.

I'm changing. I'm reimagining.

Well, I'm off for a dog walk. Do you wanna come?

Hmm. Yeah. Forwards!

I'm craving a big old walk.

Well, it's not big, it's not old, it's just a walk.

Okay.

Evie Nicks. Where you off to?

Going on a walk!

No, I think we're alright for milk, babe.

- No, a big old walk! - Oh, a big old walk, is it?

Alright, wait there a sec, I'll come with you.

No, baby, it's fine, 'cause it's...

it's like a sister stroll.

You know, like girly pop chats.

Right, Iz?

Whatever.

I mean, I'm absolutely thrilled about it, Josh.

Yeah. I'm made up, me.

It's like watching her take her first steps.

Oh, that's a lovely sentiment that, Suz-oh.

- But... - Yeah.

- Is it... - Yeah?

- Too much? - Too soon?

Yeah.

Yeah.

God, I haven't been here for ages.

You haven't been anywhere for ages.

Having all these ideas, Iz, it's like my brain's woken up.

Ideas for what?

Film Club.

You're gonna carry on? Even though Noa's leaving?

Of course, I'm gonna carry on.

Film Club's about more than just Noa, isn't it?

Is it?

This sounds so fucking cheesy, but...

are you in love, Eves?

Iz, I love all my friends.

No, I mean, with Josh.

Oh, Josh?

He's Josh!

Who wouldn't love Josh?

Wait.

- Hello, babes. - Yeah?

How's Evie's big old walk?

Evie's fine. She's 28!

Don't fob me off, Iz.

Have they turned up? -What?

Look, this isn't your mamma just being nuts.

The business cards, Mum.

You're dead excited about this, aren't you?

Oh, fuck off.

Evie's out, mate.

Er, out?

Yeah, out and about. Big old walk.

A big old walk?

Something clicked and, uh, she's back on the horse.

Yeah, mint, innit?

Yeah, yeah, it's mint.

Yeah. I mean, we're really chuffed.

Obviously, it's, you know, it's baby steps.

Mm-hmm.

How long to go now?

Uh, a week and a day.

Okay, you swapped over all your bits and bobs,

your accounts and stuff?

Yeah, all... all the bobs.

All the bits.

Alright then, well, I'll see you later, Noa.

Er, Josh. Um...

Yes, my guy?

Do you know what the film is?

Something to do with feathers.

I don't know.

So, what is it you love about him?

Jesus, Iz. You about to shine a big light in me face?

Yeah, just answer the question.

I love how he knows Mum.

I love how he knows you.

But does he know you?

What's not to know, Isobel?

I'm the most knowable of the lot of us.

Well, he's fit, he adores you and he'd do anything for you,

so, stop pining after your weird mate.

Hey.

I am not pining after my weird mate.

I'm not pining after anyone.

All I'm interested in right now, is you.

And this.

- God, you're a nutter. - Can I have the lead?

Uh, he's a fucking unit. Are you sure?

I'm sure!

- Come on, Dave. - Wait, just...

Come on, big Dave!

Don't let him go!

Let's go! Run, Davey, run! Woo!

- Come on, Dave. - Come on, Davey.

They only had soya milk, hope that's okay.

Of course.

How was your night?

A couple of broken bones and an asthma attack.

Still not heard from Evie?

Nope.

- It's been days. - Huh.

There's really no reason for her to be pissed off with you.

There's nothing you've said?

No, I don't think so.

It does seem rather odd.

Listen...

I've got limited experience here,

but I could tell you something that might help.

Or it might not help, as the case may be.

Please?

Well, second year of medical school,

there was this Kimberley Piper.

A cardiologist.

Which was ironic, because she treated my heart

with something approaching disdain.

Anyway, I thought it was...

blisteringly clear to everyone how I felt.

I mean, I'd break out into a cold sweat

whenever I was near her.

Turned out she didn't have a clue.

And went off with one of my pals.

Anyway, I look back on it now,

and I do just wish that I'd said something.

I was always worried I'd never find the right words.

But of course, pffft, there are no right words, you know.

Sometimes you just got to say something.

How was the big old walk?

Ask her yourself, she's in loser land. What's that?

It's a cake I've made for his mum and dad.

Uh, I went for carrot cake.

Hmm. Can't go wrong with a bit of cazza cake, Suz-oh.

Oh, it's a shame our girl won't be there.

Yeah, I know.

It would be too much. Baby steps.

Shame. But Mum completely gets it.

She's desperate to meet her,

just when the time's right,

and I don't think that's a big old party.

Big old party?

Nah... uh...

No. You know what I mean, it's...

It's like a... humble shebang at our humble abode.

I don't know. It'd be sozzy rolls,

- in bed by ten, I recks. - Hmm.