All language subtitles for The Athena s01e04 Not That Girl

For the tenth time, Lenny, what do you
want?

It depends. What's your favorite to
make?

None of them. This is my job. You work,
Johan.

Are you trying to get me sacked as a
favor? No, I'm not trying to get you

sacked. I'm just making conversation.

What are you reading?

It's called Small Talk.

A motive for murder.

It's really funny. It's not a joke.

Oh, right.

Sorry. Okay.

No more Small Talk.

I'll have the mango smoothie, please.

You have to admit that not talking is
weird to him.

No.

I will not admit that. Okay, then admit
that talking generally isn't something

you hate.

It's just because you're working.

Yeah, it's mostly because I'm working.
So if the setting was different, you'd

talk to me?

Like the cinema? People who talk in the
cinema are worse than estate agents and

professional clowns. Fine.

Then how about we go to the cinema and
we don't talk?

Okay, sure. Now, pay and move. People
are waiting.

Wow. You're the first one of us to date.

This doesn't feel right.

Also, I'd like a skinny chai latte.

It's not a date. I did not agree to a
date.

You would have noticed.

It's just you and Lenny, right?

Going to the cinema together on a Friday
night.

It's a date.

To the end, just stay connected.

Don't wish it all away.

I hope we'll always stay electric

friends. I don't care how many gifts you
send me. You will never be able to

convince me that cows are cuter than
otters.

No, you're just limited by your lack of
cow experience.

You're limited by your childhood
preferences.

Look. Tell me this isn't the cutest
thing you've ever seen.

It's not bad, Malik, but the game is not
over.

You OK?

Yeah. Are you sure?

Because you've chewed your pen so much,
you've got ink on your mouth.

Right. In case, um... Can we not talk
about it?

Of course.

I've been in the room five seconds and
I'm still hearing voices other than my

own.

Here are your art history essays back.

They're fine.

Don't celebrate, but don't despair
either.

I now have evidence of your
capabilities, so next time you'd better

Now this week you'll be making a
sculpture.

Carve it from the finest Italian marble
or make it from old toenails. The only

thing I request...

is that you do not give your sculpture a
name.

No titles, no plaque explaining what the
viewer is meant to feel.

I don't want anyone using any words.

Nyla, my office.

Whatever this was, Nyla, it wasn't an
essay.

You won't be doing the sculpture
assignment.

You'll do a new essay and you'll get it
to me by tomorrow.

I don't expect a PhD paper, but I do
expect an acceptable piece of writing.

Only then can you rejoin the class and
make your sculpture.

Guess who failed her essay?

Do I have to guess? Be quicker if you
didn't tell me. Fine.

Ex -model Nyla Malik failed.

Interesting. I wonder how she feels
about that.

A normal person would feel sad and
insecure.

But she's not normal. How could she be
with the attention she's had?

So maybe a reality check would be good
for her.

It's a start, but maybe we could take it
further.

Help her experience what life's like for
the rest of us. Out of the goodness of

our hearts.

Obviously.

It's fine.

I mean, I'm a failure, but I'm fine with
it.

Right, good.

Wait, what?

Good that I'm a failure.

I feel like you should challenge me on
that one.

Okay, fair.

You're definitely not a failure.

Thanks.

Is that you?

Well, keep that there.

This is from ages ago.

I do not need this now.

Agreed, but... Sorry,

there's something I need to do.

Now.

Thanks for your support.

Sorry for the cinema. I can't go.

Why?

Because it's a date.

It's a date, right? I don't want to be
arrogant.

But the date thing is a hard pass.

Not even a soft pass.

How?

And stop with the eye thing.

What I think?

You look like a puppy in one of those
for five pounds a month adverts. I can't

control that.

It's just... I'm not that girl.

What girl?

Goes on dates on a Friday night girl.

What do you do on a Friday night?

Read a book.

Avoid the world. It's pretty great.

I'm not looking for change.

makeup now.

What? Why? Because you're one of us.

I'm not one of you.

Okay, well, you're not like me because
you're still you, but you're dating, so

your status has changed. Nope.

I spoke to Lenny.

Not happening.

Good. I should be the first one to date,
otherwise the universe makes no sense.

Remember how I said I liked Sam?

I remember not caring.

Nothing's happened yet.

doesn't make sense.

Normally I just flick my hair, but I've
tried that a lot with Sam and nothing.

One time he even said, can you get your
hair out of my face?

I think he's daunted by my confidence.

Wait, where are you going?

Well, you're talking to me about boys
so, uh, far away from you.

Oh.

I don't want to do this.

Do what?

Ask for your help on my essay.

Then don't.

But you got an A, so you're basically a
genius.

I'm pretty sure if I was, this wouldn't
be happening.

Is this that bad? I just wanted to run
some ideas past you. What is it with

people wanting to talk about everything?

What is it with you never wanting to
talk about anything?

I don't like disappointment, and people
say stupid things.

You think I'm stupid? That's not what I
said.

Okay, but I'm people.

And you're probably right. I failed my
essay. I have no idea how not to fail.

you're supposed to help me and tell me
everything's going to be okay. Am I?

I've always been honest about who I am.
I've never pretended.

You've pretended to be my friend.

No. The friendship is real. Is it?

Because friends don't act like this.

Nyla, wait.

Nyla.

Hayley. Check it out.

You're not the only one who thinks I'm
dumb.

What is wrong with you?

You're just laughing at something funny.
Yeah, last time I checked, that wasn't

a crime. True. Poor sense of humour is
illegal.

But I'm pretty sure graffiti is.

That's nothing to do with us.

Oh, no?

Because that's at work.

Inside the casing.

And you're both standing here like you
couldn't wait for Nala to see it.

Yeah, seems like you.

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

Am I supposed to be learning this?

No, it's not for the band.

It's a solo project to show Lee how much
I like her. Didn't you already show her

that when you asked her out?

Yeah, but I have to show him more.

Because you love rejection. I hate
rejection, but before I only ask your

how could you tell from that how serious
I was?

I didn't do anything epic or grand.

And you think that epic or grand thing
is a song?

Yeah.

I've never met a girl who doesn't like
having a song written for them. Hey,

do you think we could talk?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, there's two of us and one of
you, so you're the one in the way.

I wanted you to know that despite the
way I act, the way I talk and the way I

look, I'm very insecure.

I didn't know that, so thanks for
sharing.

That's OK.

Did you want me to do something with
that information?

Yes.

OK, do you mind telling me what that
something is?

That would spoil a really magical
moment.

OK. Okay, um... Well, like, insecurity,
that's hard to deal with,

right? So... Do you want me to come with
you to the college counsellor?

No!

Sam, why don't you understand?

I've never had to work this hard for,
like, anything!

I know.

Not helping, right?

Maybe research will.

Throughout his career, Degas continually
explored ballerinas, coming back to the

subject again and again.

It's interesting to note, however, that
he painted them in rehearsals rather

than in performance.

And I'd like to dig a little bit deeper
into why that might be.

He wasn't a failure.

Whereas Naila Malik is.

A failure.

Having dropped out of school at 14 to
model, she barely knows what an essay

never mind how to write one.

Here she is in the library.

I think you can all agree, not a natural
fit.

This is a favourite of mine. She's
trying to push a pull door.

If you could just bear with me. Nyla
with her far smarter friend, Lee.

Just two days ago, acting like they have
something in common.

I think we all knew that wasn't going to
last.

We didn't, we neither.

You wanted

to see me?

Sit down, Lee.

Naomi's come to me about an incident
yesterday.

Uh, it's okay.

Both her and Jamie have made written
statements.

Do you have anything you'd like to say
about the accusations?

Yes, none of this is true.

Oh, well, this bit is true.

What I call Naomi, petty, malicious and
lacking in imagination.

But the rest of it didn't happen. I
didn't threaten her. I didn't make her

She's crying right now.

I didn't mean to.

What effect do you think saying those
things would have on her?

Honestly, she had a smirk on her face
that I wanted to get rid of.

See? She did mean to make me cry. She
admitted it. Naomi was being cruel.

They both were.

I didn't just attack for no reason.

Okay, but Jamie and Naomi have both made
identical statements.

Do you have anyone who can back up your
version of events, Lee?

Well, Nyla was there at first.

No.

I don't have anyone to back me up.

In that case, I shall have to put an
official note on your college record.

From now on, Lee, you need to be very
careful with the things you say.

Any further incidents could jeopardise
your place at the Athena.

Is that understood?

Bye, everyone.

You can go.

She's not cuddly.

She's not sweet.

She can be cold.

But not to me.

I guess Cupid is the one to blame.

Do you want to know her name?

Haley, always ready to snap.

Haley, by keywords on tap.

Haley, you woke my world.

Haley, will you be?

So, will you?

I brought you a book bag.

What can I do for you?

It was worth me sending a song.

In the canteen.

Out of everybody.

Also, since we last talked, I have a
mark on my record for bullying.

What? Why?

Oh, I stood up for him.

Doesn't matter.

Point is, I'm not having a good week.

It's okay. It's not.

My friendship skills are... not great.

Lack of practice.

My mum tried.

Choose some black girls from school over
in an attempt to socialize me. What

kind of girls?

Basically mini niches.

Yeah. She wanted me to like make up and
boys.

And instead, I just got really good at
shouting people out.

I'm sorry too.

You just wanted some help with an essay.

No.

I wanted you to be someone that you're
not. And that's stupid, because I like

you the way you are.

Right. You like someone blunt to the
point of meanness.

You're not blunt to the point of
meanness.

You're honest and you're brave.

Except when I have to talk about my
feelings.

Talking about your feelings now?

Yeah.

And I want to throw up. Oh, oh, please
do not do that. I would have to change

bedsheets and...

Where's this essay?

To finish.

How's it going?

Haven't written a word.

Yet.

Sam still hasn't asked me out yet,
despite me making it really easy for

If I tell you to stop talking, will it
make any difference?

No. Well, carry on.

So, I was looking up his star sign, and
he's a Virgo, and they can be really

shy, especially if they're chrysalis
topaz.

Wait, what?

You don't need to understand.

You just need to know I've figured out
what to do.

You just need to be straight with him.

Um, I like you, but... Don't I like you,
but?

That's something I say. It's not
something that's said to me.

I'm sorry.

I thought... I thought...

I don't know what I thought.

Nisha? Why did he humiliate me like
that?

Arguably, you did that to yourself.

I hate you. I know.

But stay with me.

They're there.

It's not...

What he said, really?

The way that he looked at me.

I've never had someone look at me like
that before.

Like they just don't want me.

Plus everybody saw and everybody who
didn't see will know about it within

minutes. So?

Hey, I'm really popular.

And when you're popular, it's important
to be cool.

I think it's more important to be brave.

Like you were.

Lenny.

No,

no, don't you speak.

You listen.

What you did in the canteen was skin
-crawlingly awful, but

it was brave and

emotionally honest, which freaked me
out.

In general, you freak me out.

Sorry. No, no, it's... I don't actually
hate it.

So you're interested?

Not in a date, exactly.

But I could be open to hanging out.

Sometime.

It can be a Friday night.

This Friday night? Don't push it.

This doesn't mean that I think Oscar the
Cute can count.

I mean, I'm standing on a ladder despite
my fear of heights, so you should

really just let me win that battle.

No. Still not backing down.

I'm not that girl.

Lee Miller was a model for Vogue who
became a photographer.

People told her she couldn't do it.

They called her stupid.

Just a pretty face.

When she wanted to photograph World War
II, they told her no.

But she went anyway.

She didn't let anyone put her in a box.

See, everyone had an idea of the kind of
girl she was.

But they weren't always right.

She was strong.

The changes she made were on her terms.

She decided who she was going to be.