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Are you Mo's friend?

- Yeah.

Paul.

- Jenny.

It's mad, isn't it?

He literally wrote a book.

Yeah, I'm very proud of him.

We went to school together.

- Did you? - Yeah.

- That's so nice.

I don't think I'm friends with anyone

I went to school with anymore.

Really?

- Well, they're shit people, so.

No, I'm serious. They are.

They're terrible people.

You having a nice time this evening?

Yeah, yeah.

- You come out here to hide? - Yeah.

- Nice.

It's my aunt.

Don't mind me.

- I'll put it on silent.

Sorry.

She's moving and she's stressing, and yeah.

Where is she moving to?

- Lagos in Nigeria.

- Mm-hmm.

- She keeps saying her neighbor's plants

are gonna give her malaria.

She's joking. Shit joke.

- Where was she before?

- Ibadan.

But the winds took her roof off, so.

- Oh, shit.

- How do you know Mo?

- Who's Mo?

- You're weird.

- Yep.

No, I do know him.

But I'm here as Sharon's friend.

Sharon?

- Posts a lot about Extinction Rebellion.

- Oh, yes.

Gotcha.

Did you read this?

No.

- So you've not read the book?

You don't know Mo.

- I'm just here for the pub bit at the end.

Right, right. Okay.

Is it good? The book?

- Yeah, I couldn't put it down.

- It's about his time at school, right?

His friends and that?

So?

- I'm not in it.

Oh no.

That's gutting.

Should we chuck it?

- Yeah, toss it.

I'm...

I finished my drink.

- Yeah, I see that.

- I'm gonna get another one, so.

Will I see you inside?

- Or you could, um,

get us both another one.

- Yeah.

Fucking hell!

Are you all right? - Mm-hmm.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

- I've really been looking forward to this all day

and I just.

I'm sorry.

You're okay?

- You know that group that Sharon was talking about,

The Deep Adaptation people?

- How to adapt to societal collapse

due to climate disruption.

- Yeah.

Yeah, so before we were sort of laughing about it, right,

because they seem mental talking about

world ending catastrophe-

- But being really polite about it.

- Chatting about everything falling apart.

Well, today

there's a post

of an interview with

Leanne Betas-

- Betasamosake.

- Simpson.

"Indigenous Knowledge Has Been Warning Us

About Climate Change For Centuries."

And underneath there are

like scientists and activists posting,

everyone agreeing that

some form of global societal collapse

is essentially inevitable

within a decade.

And no one's doing anything.

- Civilizations have always been ending.

- No, I know. That's what I said.

I wrote on the post and Libby replied-

- Who's Libby?

- I have no idea.

She says, "Hi there.

The difference now though, Jenny,

is that we are in uncharted trouble

due to the collapse of the ecosystems life depends on."

Sad face.

- Thanks, Libby.

- But like, what are we doing?

- On a date at the pub.

- Yeah.

When maybe we should be planning

for total societal collapse.

Do you know, Paul?

- I don't, Jenny.

But something that your mate Libby said

makes me think of this album by this Norwegian,

Swedish, no it's Norwegian singer,

and it's about all of us,

being fucked in a way we've never been before.

Maybe it might help.

Maybe I'll send it to you

if you want me to send it to you.

- Sounds good.

I wonder why I have trouble making friends.

How's your day?

- Yeah, I was just with my mum.

- How is your mum?

- Yeah, she's okay.

She's, I think, just a bit worried about my aunt.

The floods burst the sewers outside her apartment

and, yeah, it's making people sick.

"Music for People in Trouble."

That's what the album's called.

Oh wait, pass me your phone.

♪ I'm as lucky as the moon ♪

♪ On a starry night in June ♪

♪ Looking down on a lagoon ♪

♪ I'm as lucky as the moon ♪

♪ Stardust in the universe ♪

♪ That is all that I am worth ♪

- Can you turn it off?

- I'll put it on silent.

Ages since we've been here.

- Having a pint at a pub.

- Probably a Blood and Soiler's meeting house now.

- What?

- Shit joke.

Even if it is, fuck 'em.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- Do you mind?

- I must be very boring.

- You're not.

It's just if anything goes wrong.

- Yeah, but you're not on this one.

- Well, if my probation officer asked, no, I'm not.

But if something bad happens,

people can call me

and I can help them figure out what to do.

I shouldn't have taken it out on you.

- My little life.

I didn't mean you specifically.

- I know.

- People are looking at me like I'm Greta fucking Thunberg.

- Wasn't Greta like 13 when she started?

- I love you.

But today you come home

talking about your day

and asking me if I know my plans for the weekend.

And I start to panic

because I think that is the fucking problem.

Plans for the weekend is the fucking problem.

Meanwhile, the white hot privilege of it,

well, I'm like longing to make some sort of plan

because then I might know who the fuck I am.

I haven't really had a lot of time.

We don't really have any time.

- Hey.

I know you.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

- People were killed at the last one.

- Oh, Jenny.

- Kids.

And then they made holding a placard a criminal offence.

- Please.

- It's just it's hard to think about the weekend

when the planet's on fire.

- It's not wrong making plans for the weekend.

Stop making it sound like I'm doing something wrong

for fuck's sake.

- I understand that it was different for you growing up.

Oh don't fucking do that.

- Well it's true.

Your mum moved here.

Your aunt died.

- I want you to care.

- All I do is care.

I mean for us.

- I'm doing this for us.

I'm doing this for you.

- For me?

You mean for people like me?

- That isn't what I said.

- It's not a story, Jenny.

This is me trying to build a life with you.

That is not a story.

- How was your day?

Hello.

Take a breath.

Tell me where you are.

I'm where that pub used to be.

Yeah.

No, I'm not with anyone.

It's just me.

Come.

It's just me.

- Hi, Jenny.

I went to the march today

against the Sterilisation Laws, population control.

Sharon said that you weren't going anymore

after the fracking bombing,

that you are, you're on a list.

And I still thought maybe, maybe I...

Did you see it on the...

There were soldiers and hazmat suits.

Thousands of people, kids mainly.

And there were tanks and drones

going on about the fucking Civil Contingencies Act.

The right to protest has been temporarily curtailed.

And all of a sudden all of these people

started bending over, kind of, kind of like this,

like that, like they were in pain

until they were all like that.

Thousands of people just not moving.

It was horrible.

No, it was beautiful.

It was like they were holding their breath.

And then the police got spooked

and they started shoving people in vans.

The kids were getting crushed.

My knees go weak.

I'm gonna set myself on fire.

I get down off the lion.

I'm gonna nail my balls to the Strand.

I walk into the crowd.

I'm gonna blow myself up.

But there's another thought too.

I don't wanna be alone.

Fuck you, Jenny.

I can't stop thinking about you.

And then there's a really loud noise,

like a breaking or a cracking.

And people were really, really scared.

You know, we're holding onto each other,

kettled in by the police

and strangers holding hands.

And then I am thinking

about all the times that me and you would fight,

you know, 'cause you'd be going out for a protest

while I'm standing in the fucking kitchen making us dinner.

I think we were actually fighting for the same thing.

To hold on to love in the face of all of this.

To love is to resist.

Eventually the police let us through

'cause it was fucking chaos.

And I'm at Waterloo

when I get past the checkpoint

and I walked and I walked

and then I call you.

♪ I'm as lucky as the moon ♪

♪ On a starry night in June ♪

♪ Looking down on a lagoon ♪

♪ I'm as lucky as the moon ♪