Cara

Cara?

Cara, are you gonna be long? I'm bursting!

Be out in a minute.

Hurry up! It's comin' out, yeah?

You took your time in there, hmm?

The toilet. I nearly wet myself.

Be a shame, that.

That's great, thanks.

So, what are you up to today?

Group therapy and my stream later.

Group.

More preaching from St. Jane and Pope Gregg, then.

Probably.

Talking can be the best route to recovery.

Absolute bullshit.

They keep asking about you.

Yeah? Let 'em ask.

I'm done with that. Movin' on.

It's all right for some.

Yeah, well that's what you get for being proper mental

instead of just a little bit.

Oh, fuck off.

What you up to?

Nip in to town.

Nice.

Yeah, get somethin' skimpy for the stream.

Oh, and a pedicure.

Another?

Another what?

A pedicure. What's left for them to do?

Gotta keep 'em nice for my gentlemen.

Gentlemen?

Yeah, that's all they bloody want now. Feet.

Yeah?

Yeah, they love 'em.

Right?

Views gone up?

Nah, still crappy.

But it's a marathon, not a sprint and all that.

Mm, true.

You should join me,

instead of that shithole you stream on.

What is it? Red Room Fans.

"Where bones meet boners."

Something wrong?

Ooh, cake sounds good.

Tell her you want six as well.

What's wrong?

Just all this bullshit about building bridges.

Mm, has it changed anything?

Jane and Gregg, confronting issues

and finding peace, apparently.

Well, just make the most of it.

Eat all the cake and then get out. Winner.

Anyway, I better get a wiggle on.

Enjoy group.

Oh, Jesus Christ, it is really starting to stink in there.

Oh.

Did you call the landlord?

- Yeah, of course. - And?

He says he's got someone comin' out.

Well, when?

I'm not sure.

All right, well, you need to call him again.

It's making my eyes water.

You could always call him.

Uh, no, I'm way too special for that.

It's below my pay grade.

Of course.

And that's why it's important, perhaps even essential.

Just keep communicating wherever possible.

We can't always know when something's amiss

and other people can help us with that.

It's pretty hard to remember that people

can be there for you when you need them.

Dave, is everything all right?

Why not?

You just seem a bit agitated

and you're not really with us.

Well, no. No, everything's okay, thanks.

Right, well, if there's somethin' on your mind,

you could always share it.

No, I'm fine.

Would you rather speak in private?

I'm okay. Nothing to talk about.

Everything's okay.

Okay, well my door's always open,

and better yet, we're all ears.

Right. Gotcha!

We've found that talking things through with a group

can be extremely beneficial for people in recovery.

And I know I tell you week in, week out

and you're probably sick and tired of hearing it.

Now, she's right

about that last part at least. - And I know it can feel

a bit awkward, and for some of you it's still early days,

but we do all share similar experiences

and we can use those to help both ourselves and others.

You know, I can't stand this snotty bitch.

Shall we take a break?

And then when we come back, we can go through

our 10 coping strategies for every day, yeah?

Coffee's where it always is.

You know, I'd really like to sort her out.

Cara.

Yeah?

Just wanted a quick word.

Won't keep you a minute.

So then, how are you gettin' on?

Fine. Why?

You don't need to be defensive.

You've just been a bit quiet lately, so I thought I'd ask.

Right.

Now, I know you're not an extrovert at the best of times,

but is there something on your mind?

Nothin' special, no.

The daydreams?

What?

Are you still having your daydreams?

'Cause if you are, we could talk about them, perhaps.

It's nothin' to talk about.

Right.

Did you get a chance to look through the pages

I gave you last time at all?

Too busy whoring?

What?

Whoring. Being a whore.

Look, I know you're probably up to your neck

showing your asshole on the internet,

but even a couple of pages should have been possible.

Hey, you rude bitch, I'm talking to you.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

Anyway, let's be positive.

Pretty soon we're gonna stick you back in Sunnyside

and I won't have to look at you every week

with your face like a slapped ass and your shitty attitude.

Yep, get you back in there

so the orderlies can fuck you every night.

Mind you, at least your dad won't be able

to slip you a finger or two each time

your mum goes for a drink now, eh?

Silver linings and all that.

I'm not going back there.

Where?

Sunnyside. I'm not goin' back.

I didn't say anything about that.

Are you sure you're all right?

I know what you're up to. It's not happenin'.

Cara, I'm sorry, I didn't mention the hospital.

I just asked if you'd gone through

what I gave you last week.

Okay?

- Sorry, I just lost track. - It's all right. Don't worry.

It happens.

Look, go and get yourself a drink, yeah?

It's gonna be all right.

Go on.

What is it, kid?

Nothing. It's fine.

Well, you better tell your face that, then, love.

It didn't get the memo.

They're gonna send me back.

Back where?

Hospital.

Nice.

What?

Nice. I'd love to go back there.

- You would? - Yeah, of course.

Plenty of drugs, three meals a day, more drugs.

Oh, I could think of worse ways

of seeing out my days.

But wouldn't you miss being, like, free?

Free.

Cara, I'm in a hostel.

They wake me up at seven in the morning.

I have to be back by seven at night.

I don't get my own money.

They search my room every bloody day.

No booze. No nothing.

Nah, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

Sorry.

Oh, don't be. It's life.

Had it all when I was younger.

Money, women, booze.

That went tits up, didn't it?

You know her in there?

What about her?

Years back, I'd have sorted her out

for the way she embarrasses me like she does now.

Sorted out like what?

Cut her face.

Like, not kill her, just open her up

so she'd remember to keep her mouth shut.

You've done that?

Maybe.

She could do with it, though.

Why don't you then?

What?

Cut her. Teach her a lesson.