All language subtitles for Some.Girls.S03E06_English

♪ People keep saying I'm doing it right ♪

♪ Then I say is this all right ♪

♪ I really do try, really do try ♪

♪ Really do try ♪

♪ There's a million things
that I could change ♪

♪ But baby it's all right ♪

♪ 'Cause this is my life, this
is my life, this is my life ♪

- Tropical paradise prom.

It's going to be so lovely,
golden sandy beaches,

parrots flying through the trees.

- You know it's in the school hall, right?

- Yeah, but they're going to transform it

into a tropical paradise.

It says, tropical paradise,
on the poster, in capitals,

so it will be a tropical paradise.

I hope they get some of
them massive turtles.

- What's up with Charlie's gang?

It looks like someone's
going to smack someone.

- Well, if anyone knows
the signs, it's you.

- It's limo rage.

They can't get their hands on
a limo in time for the prom.

(arguing)

- They've all been booked out for months.

You lot are so lucky you've had
me as your prom coordinator.

Ours was fully booked and paid
for 18 months ago, oh yeah.

- We are very grateful for
all you've done, Amber.

- There's a lot more work still to do.

Can we just brainstorm tans a minute?

- Brainstorm tans?

- Yeah, for my spray tan.

What do you reckon to this color?

- What the fuck?

- This?

- Again, what the fuck?

- This.

I mean, it's supposed to be tropical.

- Nice.

Roast beef color.

- I'm hungry.

- Look, Saz, over there, it's Gabriel.

- It's really weird.

If he likes me, why doesn't he talk to me?

- He doesn't know that
you know he gave you

a 10 out of 10 in that experiment.

- I'm going to ask him.

He could be my date for the prom.

- If he wants to go prom with you,

find out what he's wearing
so you can coordinate.

It's important.

- And Saz, be tactful, be subtle,

don't just come straight out and ask him.

- Hey, Gabriel.

Hi.

Heavy bag, that bag you're
carrying looks really heavy.

What you got in there, a dead body?

(laughing nervously)

Just joking, why would you
have a dead body in there?

You're not a murderer, are you?

Though how would I know?

I guess if you was a
murderer you'd be keeping

that information on the down low.

- I'm not a murderer.

- So, you're in Viva's psychology group.

- Yeah.

- Do you like psychology?
- Yeah.

- Did you give me a 10?
- What?

- In that experiment you and Viva did,

rating people out of 10,
did you give me a 10?

We kind of eliminated everyone
else, it's this big mystery.

Who is the strange
person who gave Saz a 10

and could he be her
perfect date for the prom?

Sorry, I'm probably being scary, aren't I?

- No, no, don't go.

I did give you a 10.

I think you're amazing.

- Me?

Really?

Amazing?

In what way?

I mean, it's always nice to
hear the details, isn't it?

I'm kind of putting you
on the spot now, aren't I?

But what about me is so amazing, exactly?

- You're different.
- Different.

You mean weird?

- No, I just think you're interesting.

- Interesting, you mean weird.

- You're kind of aloof?
- Aloof?

Am I?

- Yeah, and, and gorgeous.

So yeah, you scored a 10.

(phone ringing)
Sorry.

Hi, Mum.

Yeah, no, no, I won't forget.

I've got to go.

- Do you want to go for
some chips some time?

- Definitely, yeah.

Yeah, no, all right.

- Aloof, with her date, Gabriel,

Saz walk into the prom, aloofly.

When?

(upbeat guitar music)

- We need to talk.

Jess Carter's got chicken pox.

- Poor Jess.

That's such bad luck.

- One day she's got a perfect complexion

and is about to be crowned Prom Queen,

the next she's an infected polka dot mess

who's ruined it for the entire school.

- You do know it's not actually her fault.

- Jess was heading up my decorations team

for the prom committee.

- Oh no.

Anna, I'm really late.

- And I need to replace her.

- Well, I'm really late for, something.

- I need you to do this, Viva.

Prom is only a few days away.

- No!

I don't want to.

- I told your dad you were helping out.

Aww, he's so proud of you stepping up.

- I'm not stepping up.

I'm stepping away.

Away from you!

As fast as I can.

- If you don't do this,
the prom will be a disaster

and you will have ruined
everybody's special day.

- Wow, that is low.

- I can go a lot lower than that.

Don't forget, I'm your boyfriend's boss.

- Fine, I'll do it.

What's the budget?

- There's been a bit of
glitch with the budget.

I've had to spend shitloads on security.

After the Winter Wonderland
when Benjamin Wheeler

trashed the Snow Queen's
palace and tried to stab

his ex with an icicle, I'm
not taking any chances.

I've got six guys from G4S in hula skirts

and it don't come cheap.

- So what's the budget?

- I can give you 20 quid.

- 20 quid?

You can't even get your
nails done for 20 quid.

Though, if you promise
you'll go for a drink

with the manager, you
get the staff discount.

- I don't know what to do.

- If you give me a tenner,
I can get you any amount of

coconut and pineapples from
Fruity Fred from the market.

- Tropical fruit?

That's actually not a bad idea, Holli.

- Give us the tenner, then.

- Yes!

I've done it.

I've done it.

I've got all the money.

- For the pineapples?

- For the pawn shop, to
get my mum's jewelery back

before Dad comes out.

- Yay!

- What about my coconuts and pineapples?

- I'll get them free off Fruity Fred.

- When's your dad coming out?

- Five days' time.

So tomorrow I'll get back the jewelery

and when my dad comes out.

Aww, he'll see her in all her
rings and bracelets and stuff.

- Yeah, she likes to wear 'em all at once.

Though she don't half rattle.

- Well done, Holli.

- Go, Holli.

- You worked so hard for this.

- It's not just about the jewelery.

When my dad comes home
I don't want him to know

how bad things got.

- Are you okay?

- She's crying.

- Is anyone else surprised
Holli's mum's jewelery

is worth anything?

- Saz.

- Do you reckon her dad stole it?

- Ssh!

(blowing nose)

♪ La la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

- So, how long have you been
thinking I'm amazing and aloof?

- Ever since I noticed
how shiny your shoes are.

I think you and me are
the only people left

who clean our shoes.

- Yes!

How do people manage to live
their lives in dirty shoes?

- I just don't know.

- So if you think I'm so amazing,

how come you never talked to me?

- I study violin and piano.

I'm the 9th best junior cyclist in the UK

and I've just taken four A-levels.

There's been no room for girls.

Not even girls with shiny shoes.

- So, you're some sort of uber boy.

And you like me?

- I'm pretty normal, really.

It's just I've got a pushy
mum who makes me do stuff.

Too much stuff.

- What about this Friday?

Will you go to the prom with me?

- Well, my mum wants me to stay in

and study for my violin
exam, but maybe I could.

- Come on, it's your prom.

Also, me and my friends have
got a massive pink limo.

It's going to be sick.

You can come with us in our limo.

- A limo?

I've never been in a limo before.

- You should see it, two flatscreen TVs,

amazing sound system, crystal
glasses, leather upholstery

and there's a spectacular lighting system.

You're not epileptic, are you?

- No.

It sounds incredible.

I'd love to come with you.

- Put it in your diary.

You don't want to forget.

- But I need to talk to my mum first.

- Don't let a bossy woman
ruin your life, Gabriel.

You're coming, it's settled.

- Aw, that is sad.

Someone's pawned their saxophone,

it's like they've traded their
dreams for cold hard cash.

- Cold hard cash is better
than dreams any day.

- Oh my God, there's so much.

- Yep, £600 of lovely, lovely money.

- Can I touch it?
- Sure.

- Can I smell it?
- Yeah.

- It smells a bit of KFC.

- There was a sauce
leakage incident in my bag.

- Can I hold it?
- No.

- Well, can I take a picture with it?

- Okay.

- Let's take a selfie.

- You're an idiot.

(camera clicking)

- It even tastes a bit of KFC.

- That's enough.

No licking.

- Okay, but one more, I want to look sexy.

(camera clicking)
- Urgh!

(upbeat percussive music)

- It's going to look so rubbish.

My star decoration is a paddling pool

pretending to be the Pacific Ocean.

- Most people's just going to get loaded

before they get there,
they ain't going to care.

- Rocky, people will care.

- I'm going to be really
honest with you, Viva,

the guys will not care.

The guys just want to
touch a girl's breasts.

- That's so cynical.

There are lots of boys going who want to

celebrate their school achievements.

- I'm going to share some
secret boy wisdom with you now,

Viva, the guys want to
celebrate by touching

a girl's breasts, and if they're lucky,

move on to her vagina at the after party.

- Rocky!
- It's true!

You know I'm coming after party, right?

I don't want some drunken
school boys near my fiancee.

- You'd still be a schoolboy
too if you hadn't dropped out.

- Yeah, but now I'm a worker.

I'm an earner, I'm a man.

A man who needs to
remember to buy some more

nappy rash cream before the shops shut.

- What's all this shit?

Jeez, is this shit supposed
to be tropical shit?

- Rocky, please tell Miss
Hitchcock that if she'd

like to take over the Prom
decorations that would be great.

Tell her!

- Seriously?

You want me to do that
thing where you pretend you

can't talk directly to her
and I have to repeat it

and then she replies back to me and then-

- Tell Viva this stuff
looks like a health hazard.

- Tell Miss Hitchcock
that I need a budget.

- Tell Viva.

(doorbell buzzing)

- You guys are doing this wrong!

You have to wait for me to say it!

- (crying) It's all my fault!

It's all my fault!

Holli's lost all her money
and it's all my fault!

- Amber, what happened?

- We got mugged.

We was doing selfies with the dosh

and we was holding a big bundle of money

and one minute and the next it was gone.

- All of it?

- Except for £10.
(crying)

- I'm really sorry, hun.

Poor Holli.

- Why was you taking photos?

- For Instagram!

It was my stupid idea!

Holli tried to catch the
mugger but he was too fast

and when she realized
she couldn't catch him,

she started banging her
head against the window

of Carphone Warehouse and
then she started making

that King Kong noise she
makes when she's really upset.

- You can see the mugger's
hand in this photo.

- Urgh, look at his dirty,
horrible finger nails.

- You got 812 likes on Instagram.

- 812, really, already?

That does make me feel slightly better.

(crashing)

- Holli.

We had a whip round.

- We got £80.

- You could get a bit
of the jewelery back.

- Before your dad comes out?

- Your mum's wedding ring?

- Don't talk to me, Amber.

This is all your fault, you
and your stupid selfies!

I wish this coconut was your head!

(crashing)

- I'm really sorry, Holli.

I bet your dad won't even notice that

she hasn't got her jewelry on.

And if he does, he won't even mind.

The important thing is he's coming out.

- Viva, shut up.

- Sorry, I was only-

- You think you know
everything, don't you?

You don't know what's
important for my family.

- Let's go.

I think Holli wants to be
alone with her coconuts.

- Are those my coconuts, Holli?

'Cause I do still need them for prom.

- Have 'em.

Have the fucking coconuts,

I still need to pick up
the fucking pineapples!

- They're all a bit rotten looking.

- How do you think I got them for free?

- Can you two help me get
these back to my flat?

- I will.

- I can't, I've got to go high street.

I'm getting my spray tan done.

- Can I have a go with a coconut?

- Just one.

How can you miss a whole building?

(fun upbeat music)

- Step six.

Do something complicated with the leaves,

wait for leaves to dry.

- Oh, hi Anna.

It smells terrible in here.

What is that smell?

- Glue, my sweat, ingratitude,
rotten pineapples?

- It's making me gag.

- I made a palm tree!

- Yeah, a tree, cool.

How many are you going to make?

- Well, this took me about three hours so.

- It's going to look pretty
unimpressive on its own, Viva.

Probably need about 20 to make any impact.

- 20?

- More if you like.

I'm going to have an early night.

Urgh, all this rotten
fruit's attracting flies.

- You wanted a tropical atmosphere.

Nothing says tropics
like a cloud of flies.

- 25 palm trees would be great.

- Fuck your stupid palm trees.

- [Anna] Maybe 30.

- Hey, Dad.

- What's that?

- It's a stupid palm
tree for a stupid prom.

- Palm trees aren't stupid.

They give food, they give
shade, they hold up hammocks.

The world would be a
better place if we were all

a bit more like a palm tree.

- Are you on something?

- I did inhale a lot of chemicals
at that last kitchen fire.

Silly woman.

Her love of tequila slammers
and deep-fried Mars Bars

is going to be the death of her.

That's, that's a good palm tree.

It's palmy.

Tree-y.

- Do you really think so?

It reminds me of Jamie,
when he dyed his hair green.

- If I had a beer, I could totally believe

I was in the Seychelles.

- Aw, Dad.

You're just saying that.

Hang on, that's your way of asking me

to get you a beer, isn't it?

(sighing)

- It's good to see you
and Anna collaborating

on these prom decorations.

There was a time I thought
you would never hit it off.

- You must be really stoned
on kitchen chemicals.

We're not working together.

She's a monster.

- But Anna loves you.

- No, Dad, she hates me.

- You're just tired.

Come on.

- She can stick her 30
palm trees up her rear end.

She's so weird, she'd probably like it.

(tropical music)

- That's better.

- Dad must've done it.

- Ah, that explains it.

They're actually quite good.

- You had one job, book the
limousine, and you messed up.

- Our limo's a ten-seater
and there's only four of us.

- Maybe we can invite
them all to come with us.

- What?

- And then tell them it was a big joke.

- [Amber] Hey!

- What's up with your face?

- Does it notice?

- No.
- Yes.

- I look like I've got
a skin disease, don't I?

- Yes.
- No.

- Is this what lepers look like?

- Definitely.
- No.

- But on the plus side
you're so well camouflaged

no one will notice you.

- It rained on me.

I'm being punished for
what I done to Holli.

- This'll cheer you up, Amber.

Charlie's been going crazy again.

They're all blaming each other
for not sorting their limo.

Mify slapped Macy so hard,
one of her false eyelashes

flew out and embedded itself in Madonna.

- We are lucky we had you
to organize us, Amber.

- It feels good to know that
one thing's gonna be perfect.

(arguing)

- Unless, the three of
us, for Holli's sake,

to raise money for Holli.

- No.

- Make the ultimate sacrifice.

- Viva, no.

- You mean?
- Yes, Amber.

- Become prostitutes.

- No!
- No!

- She's talking about
selling our limo hire

to Charlie's gang.

- It's the obvious thing to do.

We could raise money for Holli

and if they're desperate
as we think they are

they will pay top dollar to
get their hands on our limo.

- I'm not doing it.

In fact, I'd rather be a prozzy.

- Sell our limo hire to Charlie, what?

- Yes, Amber.

We could just make some other
arrangements to get there

or get my dad to drive us if
he's not working that night.

Or if we're really stuck, get the bus.

- The bus?

- Yes, it's a perfectly
acceptable way of traveling.

- In our gowns with our
hair done and our high heels

and our make up all perfect?

Get on the stinking horrible
bus with some crackhead

and his crack pipe and his
Mighty Bucket of Wings?

- Yes.

It needs to be a group decision.

- Well I'm not doing it.

- And I'm not doing it,
so it's two against one,

so that's that, the group says
no, let's change the subject.

- Hang on a minute.

- I'm not changing my mind, Viva.

The only reason Gabriel is
coming to the prom with me

is the limo.

I told him all about it.

He's really excited.

If we haven't got the
limo he's going to dump me

before anything even happens.

- Amber, it might make you feel less guilt

about losing Holli's money.

- Guilt's not that bad.

Guilt's just a feeling.

It's not a great big, long, pink car.

- Remember Holli's poor little
face as she smashed those

coconuts against the wall
pretending they were your head.

- Yes, but-

- Don't listen, Amber.

She is trying to get into your
head and mess with your mind.

- Don't worry, Saz, she won't.

Mentally, I'm like Fort Knox.

- Holli worked so hard for that money.

And now she's in bits, broken,
gutted, her life in ruins.

I just don't know what's
going to become of her now.

And it's pretty much all your fault.

But you could make it right.

- Shut up, Viva.

- I do want to make it right.

- Why have you always got to interfere?

- It's called doing the right thing.

- Yes, I wanted to do the wrong thing.

- I bet someone will give us a lift.

(sighing)

- Well, if we are going to
throw away our one chance

to arrive in style and show
everyone in this school

how amazing we are, plus
destroy my relationship with

Gabriel then I will be the
one to do the negotiating.

- Fine.

- So we're selling our limo hire?

- Yes, Amber.

(groaning)

(arguing)

- Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, weirdo alert.

- What?

- Don't stand too close to us

we don't want to catch weirditis.

- Oh okay, I was going
to tell you about a limo

that might be available, but
if you're going to be rude.

- Oh no, wait, wait.

- Nah, I don't want to
do business with you.

I think we'll keep that
lovely limo for ourselves.

- Saz, please?

I'm sorry.

You're a total bitch, aren't you?

Say it, Charlie.

- (sighing) I'm a total bitch.

- Yeah.

- So easy, had 'em over a barrel.

They're paying twice what we paid.

We can give Holli all the money.

- I love you, Sazzy, that's
brilliant, that's amazing.

(gasping) I want to change my mind.

I want the limo back.

Can we have the limo back?

- No.
- No.

(groaning)

(doorbell ringing)

- You missed leavers' assembly.

- Didn't feel like seeing anyone.

- We brought you this.

There was one too many.

- I don't want it.

Holy shitting fucking shit.

I need to go pawnshop, now.

- We'll be your bodyguards.

(fun upbeat music)

- So, have you decided what
you're wearing to prom?

- Yeah, about that.

Remember I said I needed
to talk to my mum?

- Yeah.

- I'm really sorry, Saz, but I can't go.

- No, this can't happen.

You can't dump me before
we've even had a proper date.

- I'm not dumping you.

And we're kind of having a date now.

- It's the limo hire isn't it?

You found out that we
haven't got the limo.

God, why did we sell our limo hire?

Why?

- I don't care about the limo.

- Of course you do.

Who wouldn't want to travel
in a 23ft-long pink car

with a party pole installed in it?

No one.

- I don't know what a party pole is.

- It's a pole in the middle of the car.

You can do pole dancing as you go along.

- I wouldn't want to pole dance.

- Not you, me!

I didn't mention it before,

I was saving it as my big surprise.

- I would've been very surprised.

- Got my routine down.

You wouldn't believe how tight my core is.

- Actually I would.

- I know what's going on.

You're going with Charlie, aren't you?

- Course I'm not.

This is about my mum, she's
says I've got to stay home

and practice for my violin exam.

- Your mum?

- Yeah, I told you, she's pushy.

And a bit scary.

- Why don't you just lie to her?

- I don't really do that.

- I do, all the time.

My parents think I'm national
schools judo champion.

- I can't lie.

- It's easy, you just say
you've sprained something.

- Well it'd have to be my bow
wrist or even just a finger.

That's irrelevant.

I can't lie.

- Way to destroy my fairy-tale ending.

- Saz.

- Goodbye, Gabriel.

Good luck with your
violin and your cycling

and your piano and your A-Level results.

And good luck finding a girl who puts up

with your mum bullshit.

(fun upbeat music)

- I guess I wouldn't be lying

if I really did have a sprained finger.

- But you haven't.

- Haven't I?

(finger cracking)
Owwww!

- Oh my god, that is so romantic.

You must really like me.

- I do.

- And this means you can come to the prom.

- And I won't have to lie to my mum.

- I'm going to teach you how to lie,

so you won't ever have
to hurt yourself again.

Probably also have to get
you trained in Photoshop.

- I think it's broken.

Aaagh!

- Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Prom day!

- It's finally here.

- And I have a date.

Woo-fuckin'-hoo, hoo-fuckin'-ray.

Hoo-fuckin'-hoo, you-fuckin'-me.

Me-fuckin'-you, Gabriel
Hart, Gabriel Hart.

- Are you drunk, Saz?

- I'm drunk on love, guys.

- More like vodka and cherryade.

- Right, a quick run-through of my,

Five Hours To Go, check list.

- When do we put our outfits on?

- Do you mean gowns?

Because if you mean
gowns, not for four hours.

- Do we have to call them gowns?

- Yes, we do, Holli, because
I'm chief prom princess

and my rule 27 was that
we call our dresses gowns

and when I sent you the
terms and conditions

you all ticked accept.

- Okay, so five hours to go, what's next?

- Leg check, I'm going
to check for smoothness.

- Jesus, really?

- Viva, eight out of 10.

- Holli.

Ooo, nine.

- Get off me.

- Saz.

Oh Sazzy, this stubble will
ruin the line of your gown

and be a potential snag hazard
for any passing sequins.

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

- It's me with your delivery.

- Come in.

- Bacon sarnies for the prom princesses.

- Right on time.

Thank you, Rocky.

- And there's also
someone to see you, Saz.

(pleasant upbeat music)

- Do you like it?

- I love it.

Thank you.

My legs feel funny.

- Now he's got to go.

Rule 68, Saz, no male visitors.

- I've got the best boyfriend, ever.

I want to look like a
hot Medusa with serpents

coiled around my head, twisted and twined

like some crazy powerful
goddess of kinky sex,

'cause something tells me I'm
going to get lucky tonight.

- She wants it up.

- I want it down.

I want it sexy.

- And she wants it done
in less than 15 minutes

or there won't be time for my hair.

- I want to look like this.

- That's how it looks now.

- Yeah, that's how I like it.

I wanna look like myself.

- She likes looking boring.

Okay, first, have you seen Rapunzel?

Never mind, I've done a moodboard.

Rocky, moodboard!

I'm thinking soft, elegant curls.

My headpiece, please, Rocky.

- I've got a job I need to do now, Amber.

- My hair should take about an hour

so as long as you're back by then.

Oh no, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

It's a disaster.

- [Holli] What's wrong?

- A page got stuck.

- Did we forget something?

There's still got two hours to go.

We've still got time.

We were meant to start a
fitness routine six months ago.

We all forgot to lose a stone

and get fit and get plenty of rest.

- Have a Smirnoff Ice.

- Oh my god, you're all bloody.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine, it's all good.

- Have you been in a fight?

- Do not get blood near the gowns.

- Chill, they're in the wardrobe.

- I looked at Amber's Instagram,

the selfie you took of the mugger's hand.

He had a tattoo of a scorpion,

between his thumb and his finger.

I spoke to Matt, from Matt's Tatt Shack,

where I got my ink done,
and he knew who it was.

I went over to his place

and scared the living shit out of him.

Your dad kind of helped.

And ah, we got your money back.

(fun upbeat music)

♪ I wish you could buy me the world ♪

- Now who's got the best boyfriend?

- First up, Miss Saz
Kaur, looking incredible.

(upbeat saxophone music)

And may I introduce to
you Miss Holli Vavasour,

looking amazing.

- Nice gown.

- Miss Hitchcock, are you crying?

- She is crying.

- I'm not crying, you idiots.

I'm allergic to pineapples.

- Yeah, I think we all are now.

- Next up, Miss Amber
Dean, looking stunning.

- Amber, how much did all that cost you?

- About 1,000 altogether.

- That's more than some wedding dresses.

- This is more important
than a wedding dress, Saz.

I might have loads of weddings.

But I'm only ever going to have one prom.

- And now, finally, may I present to you

Miss Viva Bennett looking
totally beautiful.

And very, very shaggable.

- Rocky.

- I'm very proud of you girls.

What do you think, Jamie?

- About what?

- About Viva, of course.

- What about Viva?

She going out or something.

- They're going to a prom, you idiot.

- Oh prom, that stupid prom thing.

It's just one big pointless
consumerist jizz-fest.

Okay, they look quite
pretty, for lesbians.

- Jamie Elijah Martin Luther King Bennett,

they look like fucking supermodels.

Even Saz.

And you know it.

- (squealing) It's time to go.

(engine chugging)

- The car won't start.

- Okay, don't panic.

Nobody panic.

Nobody panic and nobody cry.

- We're not going to cry, Amber.

There's always buses.

- Do not say buses.

If you say buses I will
cry and I can't cry

becuase I've got all my make up on.

- Seriously, babe, is there no way?

- It's dead.

(screaming)

- Please don't let me take the bus.

(upbeat dance music)

(cheering)

(horn honking)

(cheering)

- Have a good time, girls.

- We will, Dad.

We will.

♪ People keep sayin' that
we're doin' it wrong ♪

♪ But I'd say it feels all right ♪

♪ I really do try really
do try really do try ♪

♪ There's a million things I can change ♪

♪ But maybe it's all right ♪

♪ This is my life, this is
my life, this is my life ♪

♪ People keep saying
you're doing it wrong ♪

♪ People keep saying
you're doing it wrong ♪