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Okay. Okay, cheesy as it is, this moment needs capturing.

I can't believe we did it.

I still keep having my nightmare that my final piece isn't finished.

So I start using all the paint and turn into the paint monster. I think she

needs to let that go.

The next stage of our lives. His traits are imaginative, lasting like that.

But after everything that's happened... We have terrible timing.

That was then.

Not now.

I think maybe we're just meant to be friends.

It's fine.

I'm okay, seriously.

I can handle rejection.

Maybe it'll be better this way.

Maybe our friendship will be stronger than ever.

Hey.

Bye.

I'm gonna... Or not.

You off to a shoot?

No, I'm seeing Dale, even though you don't like him. Because I do, and you

get to tell me what to do.

Yeah, cool. You can do what you want. Have fun.

He's your boyfriend.

I'm cool with it. It's all definitely fine with me.

You sure? Because you've just put about eight figures in your teeth.

Don't laugh at me!

Sorry. I'm sorry too.

Not about the sugar, but about... I know.

So do you want to do something later?

Yeah, but much later. Dale needs a new duvet cover and some drawer handles.

Oh, sounds like you're giving his place a Lexi makeover.

Let me guess. You think it's a stupid idea?

No, no, it's super sweet.

Can you believe he hasn't even owned one scented candle?

You said his house has never looked so good. That's cute, isn't it? Yeah, yeah,

that is.

He's really lovely, Midge. You just don't know him. If you give him a

know you'll like him.

Right. Yeah, probably.

So will you make an effort to get to know him? For me?

Okay. Promise?

Promise. Pinky promise?

The most sacred promise of all promises. Pinky promise.

Colorful?

Yeah, I'm fine. I thought, you know, why not?

It's a good day. I'm fine, so I should dress like I'm fine. So you're not fine?

What? I just said the opposite.

I'm learning to read the signs.

The opposite speaker's one of them.

Okay, well, the truth is I'm not fine.

I told Sam how I really feel about him, and he knocked me back.

But it's okay. I am heading towards fine, as I have decided.

Adversity will make our friendship stronger.

Does society make it true?

No, it is so awkward between us.

But you're going to try and fix that?

Yeah, just, you know, as soon as I figure out how.

Good morning, everyone.

I'm sure you're all bursting with excitement about your next essay

Pretty much what I was expecting, so let's move on.

OK, art doesn't exist in a vacuum.

Take the DARD artists or the Impressionists, the YBAs or the

It's often the way that artists inspire each other and become friends that

creates a movement.

So... I want 3 ,000 words on just that. It can be about any group of artists you

like, but I want you to examine how they changed and grew together.

The deadline will be this time next week. I suggest you work in pairs.

Do you want to work together?

Wow, you have never asked me that before.

And also, yeah.

I'm so bored.

I didn't come here to write essays. I came here to paint and to meet pretty

girls. Right, yeah, but can we talk about some other things, please?

What, like not girl things?

Exactly.

Because of what went down with you and Nyla?

I pick up on vibes like that.

And words in sentences.

Lee told me.

The pre -referralites don't seem entirely boring.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm just planning my next move.

That sounds very terrifying.

Maybe I should just go over there and start talking and then keep talking

all the finances are just filled. And that sounds tiring, but effective.

Oh, actually, I wasn't quite done.

Don't worry. It's not like we've not been here before.

Are you sure you've got everything you need?

No, actually.

What if there's a zombie apocalypse? I couldn't survive with just this. I'd

a penknife and at least some shoes I can run in. Yeah, well, I'm a plus five

this book.

On design and technique and three -dimensional textiles could definitely

out a zombie.

Thanks. At least now I'm ready for the zombie apocalypse.

What?

You know, the zombie apocalypse.

Don't worry.

Sorry.

Thanks.

believe it's you it's been years i'm sorry and you are nyla nyla malik we

friends at college sorry you know you look kind of familiar i just can't place

you right that's the thing with some friends yeah i guess you just grow so

far apart that you don't even remember them

We used to be a few awkward, and now we're just awkward, awkward.

What did Ali say about groups of artists being friends?

How about the lost generation?

Do you think these guys have the same problem?

Yes.

All groups of people do, because people are terrible.

But they look so cool and glamorous.

Yeah, they're lying for the camera.

It's like they're miserable.

You know, I get that these artists didn't get on with each other all the

They argued, they felt in and out of friendship, in and out of love. But when

they wanted to hang out, they still chose each other.

I think I know how to bring us all together.

Okay, it's going to work. We should have a dinner party.

What? Why?

Because we're 30 years old and just got a great deal on our pension.

No.

Because we can eat and talk and I've got this really great idea which will be

amazing for the assignment.

Lee, don't tell me you agree to this insanity.

Under duress.

You hate pointless conversation. That's all dinner parties are.

True, but I've been sat next to her in the library for three hours. She's

relentless. Yeah.

Lenny, you've got to accept fate. It's impossible to resist.

I'm up for it.

It sounds good, like all of us together.

I'll cook. No.

No, I can't eat tin soup again.

No, I mean, I'll...

Cook? Cook. Like, actual ingredients will be used.

Okay, well, then I have no choice.

7pm? Okay, sounds good.

See? Fixing it. Be calm, child. Not there yet.

Working hard on your essay, I see.

Well, I'm not researching, because working in pairs is disgusting.

But I'm being productive.

I'm creating.

Oh, right.

Creating what, exactly?

It's snow on snow on snow.

It's abstract.

Great, you're winging it again.

Nisha, I thought we got past this. You've actually been making an effort

term. It hasn't got me anywhere.

It's got you better grades. OK, but what's the point in good grades when...

With what, Nisha?

No one notices or cares.

I notice and care.

Hallie, you know that that's not what I'm talking about.

I do. And honestly, Nisha, I thought more of you.

I didn't have you down as the type of girl to care so much about the opinion

a boy.

You should do things for yourself, not him.

And ruin the snow.

I can't be right.

Where's the common room gone?

It's just so subtle.

Yeah, I've never really been very good at subtle.

It's based on the lost generation.

They were just this really cool group of artists and writers.

And I kind of have an obsession with the aesthetic of Paris in the 20s.

And Hemingway wrote how they all drank well and cheaply and ate well and

and just loved each other.

You know Hemingway was a misogynist?

Yeah. But he could write.

Oh, and... I made his outfit. Of course.

Because I can't do subtle. And I love that about you, but... Isn't this maybe

bit much? I mean, do you want to stop or just breathe, at least?

No. There will be no breathing until everything is okay.

Got it.

Smells good.

Thanks.

What is it?

A mushroom risotto.

I make it sometimes for my mum and Nancy.

Cool.

You look really good, by the way.

Oh, thanks.

Loving outfit. I look amazing.

You both do. Thanks for making the effort, guys.

I guess that's my key to go and get changed.

Oh, no, no, I didn't mean... You are making an effort because you're cooking

and... It's fine. It's fine. I was going anyway.

OK.

OK, Nyla, this is your shindig, so please kick us off.

Because if we are reduced to talking about the weather, we'll pay.

Well, I made character cards, but it seems like a good place to start.

Ah, bonjour.

I am Picasso.

And I'm very French.

Spanish. What?

But we are in Paris, non?

Oh, oui, but you are still Spanish.

Oh, wow, I need to do more research. I can't even pronounce my full name.

Actually, what is your full name?

Please don't make me do it.

But, Lenny, you love to entertain.

And this will be entertaining.

All right.

And,

uh,

who are you?

I am Zelda Fitzgerald. Ah, the legend of Zelda.

I know her well.

Mr. Hemingway.

The detail in that fake moustache is truly a work of art. Well, that's good

know, because I'm pretty sure I used a permanent marker.

Seems like it's working.

Everything looks like it's going to be okay.

Or not.

Okay, no offence, but even I wouldn't need that.

This garlic bread looks like it could be used as an offensive weapon.

Yeah, I think it's safe to say that I messed that one up.

It's not that bad.

I mean, seriously, Nyla, it looks like something died in a saucepan.

Well, I want to try some.

You really don't have to do that. No, I know. I want to.

It's something you make for your mum and Nancy, so hit me.

Those mushrooms are really great.

What's that other taste?

Charcoal.

Lemon, right?

You are party night.

Oh, get out of the way, Jamie. I'm not in the mood.

What are you going to do, hit me again?

Only if you deserve it.

Hey, what's going on in there?

Since when were they one big happy family?

Since now, apparently.

So none of us get to eat or watch TV because they're being gross?

I do have half a pack of salad if you want it.

I'm not that desperate.

Have you finished with Dale's flat makeover?

Because I actually need to talk to you about him.

You promised you'd give him a chance.

I know, but you need to hear this.

So, you know how you missed Lenny's party because it was the anniversary of

Dale's mum dying?

Yeah. Well, it wasn't. The party and when she died aren't even in the same

month.

How do you know when she died?

I was looking at her memorial page on Fishbowl and the date's on there. You

check.

I can't believe this.

I know.

Why would Dale lie? I don't understand. Not him, you.

I know things have changed between us and you don't get me all to yourself

anymore.

But talking a dead woman online, I never thought you'd go that low.

It was an accident.

Well, you accidentally talked a dead woman online?

Yes.

I'm in love, Midge.

For the first time in my life.

I didn't think that meant I had to lose my best friend.

But I guess it does.

You know you can stop.

I don't like to waste food.

Good, that is probably the effort you're going to need for the zombie

apocalypse. Yeah, I think the food might be better. Do you think a zombie would

be a better chef than me, Malik?

Yeah, I really do.

That's probably fair.

What are these?

Oh, read it.

OK.

In World War I, Ernest Hemingway signed up to become an ambulance driver.

The things he experienced changed him.

When he arrived home, he was not yet 20, but he had a maturity that separated

him from those around him.

Dad, why don't you just do us all a favour and go?

Not long after, he left for Paris because he thought it was where the most

interesting people in the world lived.

And he was right. Plus, that's where you met us.

Well, not us, but you know what I mean.

As a student, Picasso lacked discipline, but not passion.

You know, he's all very well doing technically brilliant painting, but

the point if they don't mean anything?

He became one of the most prolific painters of all time, continuously

his medium to find new ways to express himself.

Gertrude Stein's uncautious mode of dress caused a comment, and she was

described as not carrying a job.

Why? Because you're malicious, petty, and you lack imagination.

She described her writing as portrait, designed to evoke the idea of pure

beauty.

Zelda Fitzgerald was initially only known for her look. She was

even by her own husband.

She struggled with anxiety and insecurity.

This is your voice, Nyla.

Listen to it.

She kept on painting and writing, and in the end, Zelda Fitzgerald proved to be

a great artist in her own right.

It was Gertrude Stein who called them the lost generation.

Okay, now I can breathe.

Been looking for you.

Why? I was very clear.

Yeah, but I've got nothing else to interest me right now.

What are you doing?

Painting my pain.

Everyone else does it, so why can't I?

You can.

It's good.

I don't care what you think.

Doing this for myself is making me feel better.

Why do you need to feel better?

I thought you'd be happy now you don't have Sam smothering you.

Right. I am.

So happy.

You should know that I don't care.

About what?

About the fact that you lied.

About the fact that the whole thing was staged.

Honestly, everyone's so giddy two -shoes around here.

At least you make life more interesting.

I do, don't I?

Yeah,

and so do I. So I'm going to do something that I never do and offer

I've got half a... Pass the salad here, if you want it.

Fine. I'm bored of being good now anyway.

Okay, there is a big and unnatural gap between you guys.

It's not.

Fine.

Okay, what's going on?

Ask her.

Ask her. I'm kind of asking you both.

But if you're not going to tell me, it's fine.

I will sit on the sofa, turn on the TV, and let you guys decide whether a fight

is worth sacrificing a friendship as beautiful as these meerkats.

May I just please, can you show me that thing you found?

Knock, knock.

Thanks.

How does Lenny always get up during the washing up? I think it is one of his

many superpowers.

Like how he's always wearing clean clothes and I never see him wash them.

I think he might post them to his dad in Germany.

I buy that.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

It's kind of personal.

Well, you can ask it, but I might not answer it.

Fair.

Why did you say no to Nyla?

I saw your face when she was eating your food and...

I don't think you just like her.

I think you love her.

Floralee, I want to give you an honest answer.

We're electrically connected.

We're light in our own way.

We got this all together, no matter what they say.

We'll weather any storm and we'll ride it to the end to stay connected.

Don't wait.