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Stop!

Stop it!

Get off me...

Get off me!

ABOUT SASHA

Sasha?

Sasha, we wanted to apologise about what happened.

Really. We've lost sleep over it.

We've talked about it all weekend. I'm truly sorry.

I'm sorry.

We're good.

I'm over it.

Right! So...

let me be frank with you.

Given your results on the last homework,

I'm close to giving up.

Are you all right?

Dalca!

To the front.

Explain the law of large numbers.

You might get through to them.

I've been looking all over for you.

No one cares about the pool, it's in the past.

It's all about the oral test,

Sam laughing in class and leaving a bogey on Meeva's bag...

Are you happy?

What?

Happy about what?

Alex and I are over. Isn't that good?

The Empress is back on top.

Have you and Alex talked?

There we go.

Back on track.

You don't understand.

Yeah, I don't understand. I don't understand anything.

No, you really don't.

I don't care about him.

Why don't you stop lying for a change?

Say what you really mean!

What's your plan now?

Go on, tell me.

Will you use me, then step all over me, like Cynthia?

What are you talking about?

You're so good at playing the bullied little girl.

What you've done to Cynthia is so much worse.

You're so bloody jealous.

Look at yourself!

You're right to be jealous.

She's so much hotter than you are!

I know.

I should apologise...

Something like that?

What's with you and Cynthia?

No, what's with you and me?

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I love you!

I love your fucking inflexibility, I love your crankiness,

I love it when you're eating, laughing, crying,

when you're staring at me like that with those puppy eyes...

- Where are you going? - To a friend's.

Which friend?

Does Mum know?

That's nice!

How are you?

Where's your sister?

Probably at Zaki's.

I'm sorry, Sasha.

I shouldn't have told Greg about you.

Since he's transitioned and he knows medical violence, I thought...

It's stupid, I mixed everything up.

Your story is your own.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

Well, no big problem.

You're all grown up.

This stupid old bint told me not to be afraid.

I think that wasn't bad advice.

Except, in the meantime...

your sister's told me to get your father back.

Go get him back.

We're not done.

No.

So open the door.

Don't you want more?

Thank you.

I'll have more.

- Sorry. - Don't worry about it.

Who cares.

Anything to say?

I don't know...

Wait, wait, wait...

Wait.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Ouch!

Fuck, sorry.

I'm an idiot.

Your little hands...

Your hands are little!

We're silly!

I meant to say...

I know you've got a secret.

You don't want to talk about it yet

and that's OK.

We don't have to do anything.

We don't have to go all the way.

Straight away.

Even though I want to!

But we really don't have to.

That's it.

You don't mind?

Do you mind?

No.

You're beautiful.

We need to talk

DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE YOU. I'LL SEE YOU AT SCHOOL.

Let me make breakfast.

So, things with Dad?

I'm not making breakfast.

I couldn't do it.

She's getting on my nerves.

That sleepover hasn't calmed her down.

Quiet...

Take one now, one in four hours,

drink a lot of water, eat something greasy,

and sleep!

"What is living can be defined in different ways.

"Organisms are considered living

"if they are born, grow,

"reproduce and die."

- So weird... - Looks like a paedo...

- Even for me. - I know!

- And for Sasha. - I think he was drunk.

He's always drunk. He disgusts me.

Here she is.

What's up?

Come with me.

What have you told them?

Alex and Pauline, it's not on.

- Shut up! - What?

Sasha doesn't care about him.

Do you?

What's going on?

Talk to your sister.

See you later.

Pauline?

Pauline!

I know, I'm a slut.

Dalca. Hurry up, get to class.

No, no, no, no...

No, no, no, no, no...

Oh, no...

Mummy?

Mummy?

Mummy?

Fuck...

Mummy!

- Darling. - I've killed him.

Why do I keep fucking everything up?

I'm so tired...

It's not your fault.

- It is. - No, it isn't.

You'll be fine. Don't worry.

- I'm sorry. - I'm so tired...

You could have rung.

To say what?

I don't know...

That you miss us?

Of course I miss you.

Do you miss me?

I'd rather file my teeth on a wood rasp

than admit it, but...

Yes. So much.

Has she sent you?

No.

Are you sure? Yesterday...

she wanted me to come home.

But then she called me a homophobic capitalist,

a racist working for the white patriarchy.

And then she said actually,

she'd like us to do couples hypnotherapy...

Fuck... She was drunk.

Yes. She must have needed some liquid courage.

The worst is, I've been hoping she'd come to me.

If that's what you wanted...

why haven't you come over?

She'd forbidden it.

Had she?

- I thought... - I've rung so many times.

She's never picked up.

You had Pauline's number, and mine.

Did you leave because of me?

No, I did not.

Never think that I did.

All right?

Dad, Pauline needs you.

Fuck, I have no idea how to apologise to her.

I've messed up.

With your mother, with you, with Pauline...

You know, Mum...

She's doing her best.

And you've got to stop worrying about me.

I'm doing fine.

I'm alive, I'm still standing.

I swear, I'm fine.

I love you, daughter.

How are you, bro?

Your mother's told me about Michel Pig.

He was a nice bloke.

- He'll go to piggy heaven... - What do you want?

We're not friends!

You keep pissing me off. I don't need a puppy, fuck off!

Get out!

Anyone know what that is? And who it belongs to

I'll delete in... 3... 2... 1... Anonymous: The hell is that?!

Elias, I'm going to fucking kill you!