The Inbetweeners

The semester was looking up, as we all had some romance

in our lives.

Simon was going out with Lauren.

Jay was going out with brie, a child.

So wrong.

I'd stalked a couple of girls.

Just go away.

And Neil had gotten yanked in a car.

Oh, no, no!

Pull over. Pull over.

Yup.

For all of us, things were getting better.

And love was in the air and on the airwaves.

Oh, I love this song.

You would.

It's for 12-year-old girls.

Yeah, it's the perfect age.

Brie's like a blank sexual canvas.

She hasn't been spoiled by guys who don't know what they're

doing.

Guys like you?

Maybe ten years ago.

When you were five?

Hey, you want to put this jam in?

My dad's carpenter friend gave it to me.

Carpenter friend.

Works with wood, does he?

Aw, he is not gay!

His name is Jano, and he's really a cool guy.

He calls it a mix tape.

What's a mix tape?

I don't know.

He's from Australia.

And he has these weird words he says.

Your dad hired a carpenter from Australia?

Yeah, that's why he has to live with us.

He lives with you.

I wish you would have told me this music was gay before I

rocked out to it.

It's just like when a transvestite lies to you.

Nobody minds a transvestite who's being up front.

It's the liars.

I need music for my date with Lauren and a cool place to take her.

She wants something edgy.

I never know what that means.

Oh, dude.

I have a sick lead on a party tonight.

Really?

Yeah.

"Jay, party tonight.

Be there.

Details TBD.

ROTFL."

Does that mean it's good?

Yeah, TBD.

That's what that means.

Otherwise the cops would bust it.

Cool, well, I have to play this right, 'cause will messed

with her head and almost ruined my chances.

You mean after you stole her from me and ruined my chances?

What? No!

Guys. Guys. Guys.

No!

Guys!

Let's not relitigate this.

Absolutely.

Simon, you should pull over and settle this with a punch fight.

No, I don't care.

I've given up on girls, any social life at all, really.

So things will be exactly the same.

Shut up.

I'm throwing myself into my studies.

I'm going after valedictorian.

Boo!

Bad idea.

That's stupid.

Why are you doing that?

Just because you threw up on a bus?

I didn't just throw up.

I threw up, took off my clothes, and walked down the aisle

in my underwear.

You don't recover from that, Simon.

But it might just be what gets me into Harvard.

But throwing myself into my studies wasn't going that well

either.

You can't give me a "B."

You're not even in the mid-80s.

Uh, if I don't get an "A,"

I can't become valedictorian.

And, truth is, I decided to be valedictorian before I took

this test.

Maybe you can make it up on the final.

But I can't.

It's mathematically impossible.

You should know that better than anyone.

Yeah, you're not gonna get there.

Fine.

Never mind.

Fine.

Move! Move!

So I couldn't be valedictorian, but apparently, I could be

a hero.

You're a hero.

It wasn't much of a fire.

Because you kicked its ass.

I'm with the awards committee.

And this is just the sort of thing we throw money at,

big party, medals.

Who's your favorite basketball player?

Now or of all time?

Whenever you want.

I like Gene Hackman from Hoosiers.

Hackman.

Sure. Good choice.

He'll present the medal.

The whole school will be there.

I'll see if I get burger king to kick in a gift certificate.

That would be incredible.

I'll give them a nice, round figure, like, $50, see if they bite.

Well, you know, anything would be appreciated.

Well, let me do my job!

I'm sorry.

Did I say something wrong?

I'm sorry.

This is just always such a difficult transition.

I'm also in charge of the arson unit.

You're the prime suspect.

What?

You have the weekend to clear yourself.

And what if I can't?

Then you still get the medal, 'cause we have to order those

ahead of time, and the gift certificate, if burger king bites.

But there will be no party.

And that's it?

That's it.

And I'll blackball you at every college in this country.

So I was an arson suspect.

But Simon had a bigger problem.

His date with Lauren was in jeopardy.

I have plans tonight.

Why are you always the ones that get to go out?

Because we're the parents.

So you get to have all the fun?

Even though it was your generation that crashed the economy?

I warned you to stop bringing up that my generation crashed the economy.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I have to babysit my little brother tonight.

Lauren won't come over, because she says it's boring here.

She wanted to go to the party.

Jay ended up finding where it was?

Supposedly.

I don't know.

You do everything that mommy and daddy tell you to do?

Shut up, Todd!

You're the reason I can't go out.

Why? I won't tell.

And if you don't go out, it's because you're a fart blossom.

What?

That doesn't even make sense.

Still, it's not what you hope to be called.

You swear you won't say anything?

Sure.

Let's fart swear.

You guys go to your little party, and I'll cover for you.

Okay, I'll go.

You weren't planning on it?

Then why did you come over?

I have a few questions about the fire.

And so we rounded up the usual suspects.

You know what?

Screw you, dad!

It's my life!

You go to hell!

But while Simon had actually argued with his parents.

Jay just faked it to impress his friends.

No one's home, right?

What?

You're pretending to yell at your dad.

Usually his car's in the driveway.

Yeah, it's in the shop today.

Regular servicing?

I don't know.

Change the air fil-- Do you want to go to this party or not?

What's the big rush, Jay?

What?

Whoa, will.

What are you doing back there?

He's been asking a lot of questions.

How'd you get to the fire so fast, buddy?

The fire?

It's crucial that you not coordinate your answers.

Right. Yeah. Sure.

Okay. Whatever.

I love fire.

I mean...I like fire.

So whenever's there's a fire or an explosion or someone rips it...

I try to be the first one there.

So you were the first one there?

No! Of course not.