I've been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he'd give me, which'd be something like, "Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone else." So I thought I'd tell you about a hero of Chris's: a man called Captain Joe Kittinger. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometres into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes and thirty-six seconds, reaching seven hundred and forty miles per hour before opening his parachute five kilometres above the Earth. It had never been done before, and it's never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that's why Chris loved him; because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. And he was the bravest boy— man—I knew. And that was—he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day. Because he could. Because he was. And that's why—and that's why we loved him.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
The three of us. Together again. And we've all seen each other naked. [Michelle laughs a bit then looks disgusted] Which is... nice.
[About Anwar's two E's and a U grades] What grades did you need?
[Anwar looks at her as if she's stupid]
Have you ever played the five-year test?
What? No, I don't think so. It's not that wanking game, is it?
[chuckling at that last remark] Maxxie. Where do you think he'll be in five years time?
Easy. Dancing in a London show.
Jal?
Playing the clarinet in some really good orchestra.
Michelle?
Working some slick jobs in some fine suits.
Now you? Where do you see yourself in five years?
[Anwar is silent]
You haven't thought about it, have you?
Where are we going, Tone?
Oh... yeah. [hands Sid an envelope]
What's this?
Open it.
[Sid opens the envelope to find his passport and a plane ticket]
New York? Why would I want to go to New York?
She's thin. She's blonde. She says [spacey] "wow!" a lot.
It's over Tone. Me and Cassie are done, you said so yourself.
I always loved you the best, Sid.
[At the Fitches' house. Katie is taking a shower. Her identical twin sister, Katie, bangs on the bathroom door]
Get the fuck out of there, bitch! Mum! Mum!
Who?
It's me! Emily. Tell her to get out of the shower, she's making me late for college.
[Katie gets out of the shower]
Gotta dash! Remember to pack lunch for James!
No! Why don't you get Katie to...?
Good luck at college! Remember to smile. [Leaves]
[Emily gets in the shower, but there is no hot water]
You've used all the fucking water! Jesus. Shit.
[Emily gets out and catches her younger brother James spying through the keyhole]
Oh, fuck's sake! [kicks James] Pervy little bastard!
Ow! Mum!
She's gone to work, loser. [to Katie] How many times are you going to do that? I need to wash my hair and you...
I knew this top would look fucking bad-arse.
It's mine.
Yeah. Aren't you glad I made you buy it? Get dressed though. We're going to be late. [continues getting dressed] I don't know where you got this thong, but it's properly cutting me in half.
You could always give it back.
Sorry. You know it doesn't look as good on you.
[In the corridor at Roundview college]
Oh no, here it comes. Total lezzer bitch.
Excuse me.
[to Effy] Yeah, like, don't talk to her. She tried to snog my sister at middle school. Pervy, don't you think, Eff?
[from behind] Watch out, Katie. I might get confused and fuck you with my great big strap-on by mistake. [enters classroom]
Muff-munching bitch. [to Emily] Just jumped on you, didn't she?
Leave it, Katie.
Whatever.
[The new characters introduce themselves]
We've gotta stand up, say our names and a unique fact about ourselves. Right, I'll start. Christ. Uh, I'm Kieran and I hate being a fucking teacher. You.
I'm JJ. With regard to mathematic aptitude I'm in the top 0.3% of the population which is an interesting demographic statistic because paradoxically my communication interpersonal and intuitive skills are towards the lower quartiles.
Yeah, you've stopped me in my fucking tracks there. Yeah, you.
I'm Katie. I've never not had a boyfriend since I was seven.
Congratulations. You.
I'm Emily. Never had a boyfriend.
Shit happens. You.
I'm Naomi. I hate injustice. People tell lies about me.
I'm Effy and I think my mum's having an affair.
Good one. Shows enterprise. What about you, big man?
I'm Freddie. I met a girl I liked today. She's like beautiful. That's it.
[Effy and Pandora see how Emily looks at her sister]
[to herself, understanding] You hate her.
Who do I hate?
[beat] I'll let you know.
LET'S GO FUCKING MENTAL!!
Want to know a secret?
What?
I know the cure.
Cure for what?
[whispers] It's my cock.
[Thomas has just prevented two children from attacking a shopkeeper]
What is this "paki" they call you... is it bad?
I'm from Delhi... and I hate Pakis!
[Thomas runs into Emily]
Which are you?
Gay... I mean Emily!
[running off] Come on! We can do brownies and then lick our bowls out.
Do you think she knows she sounds filthy half the time?
Sometimes I wonder.
Effy! We meet at last!
Yes.
Pandora's told me so much about you.
You know, Eff, your missionary work.
Yes, I try to do as much of that as I can.
That's good. There're so many bad things in life: boys, and drugs, guns, alcohol...boys. Evil things. I'm glad Pandora's found a channel she can pool her energy into.
Well, yes, all the seamen like her.
[beat, stops smiling] Seamen?
Yes, loads of seamen. Some of them are homeless as well. We'd all love to see Pandora get her own missionary position.
[uncertain] Right...Sounds lovely.
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