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You...

You give me hopes again,

And now I have no choice

But to follow

I'm sinking faster

I'm sinking faster

I'm sinking faster into the deep...

This ordinary thing

Can be more colourful than you say it is

The cardinal sin

Is to tell a lie but now you must give in...

Do it, bitch!

It's shaking, it's shaking, the ground, it's a-breaking

And you can't control it So own it and feel good

I'm searching for glory Now tell me a story

I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good

Romanticise...

Hey, love. Hey, Holly.

Had enough of the madness?

Something like that.

My mum said I'd find my people at uni.

Wonder where they're hiding.

We're a month in, Elizabeth. Don't stress.

Well, you're all right.

How long have you and Georgia known each other?

Forever.

It's just a bit...

I don't know, different than I thought.

Don't you think?

Yeah, maybe.

I have some really excellent DVDs, if you want to...

He's just texted. I'm literally going to have a fucking stroke.

Yeah, soon, OK?

Sam? Of course Sam. I knew he'd text, I knew it.

Gig tonight at Macca.

But this is a group message.

Yeah, see, I got it, too.

Whatever. He invited me. He wants to see me.

We're going.

You wear that one.

George, this might not be what you think it is.

If he's playing a gig, he probably just wants people there.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Debbie Downer.

Fine.

Have you even heard from him since you fucked?

It wasn't that long ago.

It was Freshers' Week. Fucking in Freshers doesn't count.

Sam's a third year. So?

Are you in, or do you want to go scissor with Elizabeth next door?

Do you see him? No.

It's his gig, he's here somewhere.

We need to be by the stage, so he can see me.

Do you think I should text him that we're here?

Dunno. I'm going to text him.

Hol, help me. Yep.

I texted that we were coming. Why hasn't he... Chill.

I hate myself.

Love this.

Thanks.

Fuck's that?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hey, guys. We're Dansk. Hope you like it.

He's here! Come on!

I know you, right?

Holly.

Friend of Georgia's.

I remember.

You guys were amazing. Yeah. Is that why you're, er, hanging outside.

No, I was just...

You're too easy.

You're a dick.

Drink?

Sure.

Watch it. Fuck off!

George, come sit down.

Get off!

I'm so sorry, she's totally wasted.

Is she OK? Are you all right? Oh, God!

What did she have?

Nothing. Literally nothing but vodka.

I don't think I've ever been that gone.

Bullshit!

I'm sorry. I should just take her back.

Chill for a minute.

OK, if she pukes, I shall punch her. Just a heads-up.

What's your name? Holly. You a first year, Holly?

Cute.

I should just get us a taxi...

No. They won't take her like that. Use ours.

She might be all right in a minute... She needs to go home.

Yours? We have a guy, don't worry about it.

A guy?

Hi, can you bring the car round?

Thanks.

All fixed.

So, um... you work for, who?

I just drive.

And the girls, they...

Get to sit in my nice car.

Sweet.

No shit.

Come on.

Holly?

Shh.

Hey, bitch. Hey.

You were gone when I woke up.

You are allowed to sleep in your own bed, you know.

What?! You were...

Come on.

Professor McDermid. Is he hot or something?

SHE is the reason why people take this module. Remember?

No.

I gave you her book.

The one with all the business shite?

Oh, my God, George.

I took this course cos you did.

This is Introduction to Macro Economics.

Welcome and well done for getting onto the module...

it is as good as they say.

We will begin in a moment, but first I need a word, with the girls.

Women are 51% of the population in this country.

Bitches got the majority.

Say hello to that majority and then wave it goodbye, because,

it's the only one you've got.

You are 29% of MPs.

You are 22% of university professors.

You are 10% of FTSE 100 directors. We're not there.

So, what's the problem?

Our mums and grannies fixed all this, didn't they?

Yes, tell me.

Sexism.

No. Sexism is the problem in the developing world.

The problem here, ladies...

.. is you.

You are the ones moaning on Tumblr.

You are the ones who made yourselves a victim in every office.

You are the ones banging on about the pay gap,

when you should be getting on with your career.

You are the problem.

Feminism in this country has been infected

with misinformation and an obsession with being offended.

I am here to help you reclaim it.

I am not here to help you joyride because you happen to possess

a vagina.

And I'm not going to sit and cry with you when you graduate

and realise that the system isn't fair.

Of course it's not. Get over it. Take action.

And get off Twitter.

The Solasta Women's Initiative was set up by myself and my brother,

Alistair McDermid, CEO of Solasta Finance.

It offers a series of bespoke internships within the company.

And we select candidates directly from this course.

This is Louise.

She was selected in her first year

and works in Solasta's investment strategy department.

This is Fay.

Who is enjoying her third year

in Solasta's client accounts department.

She's already been offered a permanent position, on graduation.

Time of your life, right, Fay?

I don't like sleep, anyway.

Let's be perfectly clear...

this is about you and whether or not you are exceptional.

These ladies make the first selection from those of you

who have the balls to put yourselves forward.

They are as scary as they look.

Here's your first life lesson - if you're not the best,

then don't waste my time.

I don't like you.

Otherwise, this is still the best module you will take this year.

Listen... and learn.

Let's start.

How does she get away with saying that shit?

She doesn't. She just doesn't seem to care.

Intense much?

Totally.

She's like you.

Oh, I get it.

Get what?

Let's go talk to them.

Just wait.

Come on.

George...

Come on.

Hey. Hello again.

Is she all right? You know Fay? Er, no.

She looked pretty upset.

She's just tired.

Er, we just wanted to come over and say thank you for last night.

And I'm sorry about the... messiness.

Who, me?

I've seen worse.

Not many.

See? We were just at Professor McDermid's lecture.

Our glorious leader.

She'd like that.

Sit down, then.

Oh, thanks, we've actually gotta go to the library.

First essay's due in tomorrow, so...

Don't think I can be arsed, actually.