Too Much (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

1
[gloomy music playing]
[Jess] Dear Wendy Jones. London
was meant to be different.
I was supposed to be
off having intercourse
with a handsome stranger
in a chic members' club,
not setting fire
to my life again.
Only this time, it's literal.
-It's literal fire!
-And what happened to you?
Oh, I had an accident.
I'm not maimed, but
I am a bit crispy.
Apparently, I can leave my CoO,
country of origin, something
you probably don't get,
'cause you're dumb, but I
cannot leave my own chaos.
[moody music swells]
-Sarnie?
-[music fades]
No, thank you. No, thank
you, nurse, on the sarnie.
I don't need a sarnie. I
need actual pain medication.
Like Dilaudid or ketamine or
even Demerol at this point.
Just give me an
epidural. I don't care.
Well, you're, um, due some
paracetamol if you're in pain now.
If I'm in pain now? I've
been in pain for 24 hours.
I know my face is stunning and untouched,
but I have a horrible burn under my dress.
Do you care?
You have such a nice face, but
you're a really bad nurse, sister.
I'm not kidding.
You're giving me pills
I could get at a bodega.
I can't give you anything else.
[Jess] Well, then we find
ourselves at a standstill.
Oh. But if you come visit me at
Angel's Aesthetica in Marylebone,
on a Monday or a Wednesday…
I do injections there.
I do, like, Botox, fillers…
I mean, my speciality
is a lip flip.
And… we prescribe Valiums
too. [clicks tongue]
I will take the
sandwich. Thank you.
Enjoy your sarnie.
[quietly] Oh my gosh.
-Come on. Let's get outta here.
-[Jess] God, how did you get in? Astrid!
She's not allowed in here.
Dogsona non grata. Let's go.
What are you doing?
I… I… I can't go.
I… I'm an injured person
in an injured place.
-Where they take care of injured.
-Let's go.
-And I have an IV in my arm.
-Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
-Okay.
-Ow!
-Let's go. I got your shoes.
-Okay. One second.
-Stop making so much fuckin' noise.
-Okay.
-We don't need those.
-Okay. Oh, I don't know.
["Pressure to Party" playing]
-Pressure to party… ♪
-[Jess] I feel like I'm breaking out.
-Mind out. Mind out.
-Okay.
-I'm just gonna follow you because, uh…
-Congratulations!
-[woman groans]
-[water splashes]
-[Felix] Whoa. Sorry, dude.
-[Jess] Sorry.
-Oh! Whoa!
-[Jess] Oh God.
[panting] I feel like… like… I feel
like I'm gonna run into someone.
-Sorry!
-[indie pop song fades]
But I didn't sign anything. Are
the police gonna come after me?
National Health Services, queen.
-[grunts]
-Do you know what that is?
We all got proper emo about it during
COVID. It's quite a big deal here.
-Uh, are you driving me, or what?
-Oh fuck. [sighs]
You know, you don't have to be
so aggressive to me about it.
-It's a simple mistake.
-Cold?
[grunts]
-Oh my God! Fuck.
-[cans clatter]
Oh fuck. I'm sorry. Let me
get this out of your way.
-[groans]
-Oh.
-Wow. There's a lot of… stuff going on.
-Sorry, dog. It's a bit ashy in here.
-Try not to breathe too much.
-There's a lot of cans down there.
-Thirsty.
-Yeah, sorry.
Don't worry about that noise. That's
just… I think the battery's running out.
-But it's been fine…
-Should we be driving this car? [laughs]
-It's like…
-Yeah. Been my car for ages.
[seat belt clatters]
'Kay. Guess we're
not buckling up.
Wow. Smoking near a burn victim.
That's really bold of you.
I mean, being a burn
victim's pretty retro.
-[Jess] Mm.
-Okay.
-[engine cranks]
-[indie rock playing on radio]
Um, uh, you know… it's funny,
'cause, uh, you set yourself on fire,
and I once set this car on fire.
What? How?
It was just, like, a big night. It's
not actually an interesting story.
Just for the record, I
didn't light myself on fire.
-Fire lit me on fire, so…
-[chuckles] Okay.
[in playful voice] I'm so
sorry that he's smoking.
You hate the smoke.
-[laughs]
-Fuckin' hell. All right. Fuck you.
-Fuck you. It's gone.
-She hates it.
[sweetly] I can't believe that I trusted
a guy I met at a bar with my princess.
We didn't meet at a
bar. We met at a pub.
-[in British accent] Oi, we met in a pub?
-Okay.
You want a scone, guv'nor?
-Yeah, right. So that is…
-[laughs]
Just so you know, is the most
annoying genre of American humor.
Just saying what we've said back to
us but in a weird EastEnders voice.
[in normal voice] You're
not charmed by me?
That is a really needy question.
-[laughing] I'm not needy! I'm not!
-It's a needy question.
You're needy. I don't need anything.
I'm a chill girl. I'm normal. Chill.
I'm independent, and I don't
need any validation from you.
[dreamy indie rock ends]
[grunts softly]
[siren wailing outside]
-I made you a tea.
-Oh. Thanks.
I love night tea.
I would normally try to hide
this look from you, you know?
But fuck it.
This is who I am. I wear
a pioneer nightgown.
If I was a superhero,
this would be my costume.
What would your name be, though?
Or what would your superpower be?
I guess the name, Pioneer Woman.
And the power, eroding boundaries.
-Nice.
-[chuckles]
Oh fuck. It's already 5:00 a.m.
I have to get up in a
couple hours for work.
You hungry, by the way?
-Do you want one of these?
-What is that?
Jaffa Cake.
-You don't know what a Jaffa Cake is?
-Uh-uh.
It's basically a mélange of
chocolate and orange on the top.
And then on the bottom,
it's like… Well…
Actually, there was a bit of an
outcry about the name of them.
Because, basically, they tax
biscuits, but they don't tax cakes.
So, basically, the Jaffa Cake
people had to go to court
to, like, prove
that they're cakes.
Because they do sort
of seem like biscuits.
-Like, they come in a sleeve, so…
-Cool trivia.
Yeah, just a bit
of a Felix fact.
I actually really like trivia.
Makes me feel sort of calm, but
also… kind of weirdly powerful.
[Jess] Mm.
Why did you come back?
Uh…
Dunno.
I'm gonna take off my big dress…
[Jess grunts softly]
[Jess chuckles] Mm.
-You have a lot of layers on.
-I'm sorry.
It looks like you're going
snowboarding or something.
-No, it's like…
-So, why are you wearing it?
-[Felix] It was my dad's.
-Oh.
[quietly] Okay.
[Jess grunts softly, sighs]
[exhales slowly]
-Are you in pain? Are you okay?
-Well, it's fine now.
[Felix, gently] Okay.
[moaning softly]
Thanks.
[both breathing heavily]
It doesn't hurt? Like I'm
pushing on the burnt bits?
-Like…
-No.
Is it better if I, like,
come over, more on this side?
You just have to stop talking.
-I just wanna be distracted, okay?
-Okay.
You're, like, acting like
you're on a talk show.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
-Wow. That's a lot of eye contact.
-You don't like eye contact?
No, I mean, I don't
hate it. It's just…
I don't know, maybe more of a
third-date thing in this country.
How… how would an
English girl do it?
[laughs, sighs]
This is how I steal your soul.
You have to look at me.
-I've never had sex before.
-Oh, fuck you.
-This is my first time.
-[chuckles] Fuck you.
[birds singing outside]
[Felix] Whoa. [sighs]
You look really different
to how you did yesterday.
How so?
I don't know. Like… manager
of a bank or something?
-A bank manager?!
-Yeah, but in a good way.
I have a job. I can't
just wear whatever I want.
I can't, like, wear
a tutu or something.
Well, neither can I.
You have to wear shoes in most
places these days, don't you?
I mean, what am I supposed to
wear? A big, big T-shirt like you?
-Hey. I like this T-shirt. It's cozy.
-[chuckles]
And it sort of makes my head
look smaller. Have you noticed?
It has a tiny-head effect.
Yeah, I love the tiny-head effect.
It's just so hot. Like sex on a stick.
It's making me wet. I'm gonna
slip out of my business suit.
[both laugh]
[awkwardly] Um, so, do you
think you're gonna go, or…
Yeah, at some point.
Okay. Good to know. Make
yourself comfortable.
Shall I see you again, or…?
I mean, I think it'd be kind of weird
if you spent all day in my house
and then I didn't see you again.
[Felix] One hour. Or
like four hours, maybe.
[Jess] Okay. I'll get
out of your hair, then.
-What is your job, by the way?
-[Jess] I'm a stripper.
I was on the plane with
Dwayne You can call me Whitley ♪
I go to Hillman Listen,
I'm the baddest… ♪
-["Itty Bitty Piggy" continues]
-[Jess] Excuse me! I'm so fucking late.
[under breath] Oh,
good God. Okay.
I was fuckin' with base I
was pitchin' to Frankie… ♪
-Okay. [whines]
-Get 'em a hanky ♪
-Mommy, I'm cold, gimme my bl… ♪
-[hip-hop cuts out]
So, we got this. It's ours!
When we say Pip &
Partners Christmas advert,
what we're really talking
about is a moment in the year.
One single moment when the
culture comes together.
You see, this is not some posh,
woke, uh, John Lewis bullshit.
This is populist and pure.
That's why we're so
excited to have Rita Ora.
Mm! My Albanian duchess.
[woman] The thing I
love about Rita as Santa
is we're subverting expectation
while playing into it totally.
-[man] Mm.
-She is exactly what Santa is not
Yeah. We still have to
make it nice. And feminist.
Um, uh, Josie, uh, you can
handle that, can't you?
-You know about that stuff.
-Sure. Yeah. I'll relish that opportunity.
Yeah. I want you to get Stella
McCartney on the calendar for this week.
She's expressed an interest in
collaborating on the, uh… Santa bikini.
[laughs] Santa bikini?
I am screaming!
Um…
-Oh, uh, and of course. Welcome to…
-[Josie whispers] Jessica.
Jessica, our new line producer,
all the way from New York.
Yeah, I mean, it's
such an honor.
-I feel I'm gonna be a part
-[boss] All very well.
-Scatter.
-[Jess] I've prepared a little something.
Uh, I trust that, uh,
you're settling in.
Of course, if you need
anything at all, just ask.
Well, not me, but,
yeah, someone.
-I'm Josie. It's nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you. Nice hat.
It is so good to see you.
We worked together in
the New York office.
Um, you were the creative director on
the Converse Avril Lavigne campaign.
Yeah, you know, um, I've
been here almost a year.
And, honestly, it's so hard
for me to remember my old life.
Sorry. It's not about you.
It's about me. It's about
America. You get it.
Kim's expat social media
has massively taken off.
It's crazy. You've gotta
follow @fontvoyage.
I'm Boss, by the way. I
started out as Kim's assistant.
He is still, in
fact, my assistant.
It's been really hard not to just
get swept up into ideating lately.
Especially since I published
my experimental PDF novel,
to much acclaim. [chuckles]
Seriously, sales have
gone fuckin' insane.
I was able to buy a Balenciaga
fanny pack with the proceeds.
Which he lost at
a rave in Dalston.
I didn't lose it.
I gifted it to that Kosovan
throuple, and it was Vauxhall.
[scoffs] Anyway…
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh
my God. Did you see that?
He's obsessed with
me. It's crazy.
He's, like, "married
to a woman,"
but he's got BCE, seriously
Big Closeted Energy.
Meanwhile, Kim wants to
lick out his assistant.
I'm calling HR.
I'm calling HR right back on
you, honey. How queer are you?
Oh, um, no, not really gay.
I mean, I love gay people
and everything that's…
Maybe one day I will be, but…
I'm actually seeing someone
here, um, in London.
This really, like, cool guy.
He's this indie musician,
um, that I met at a pub.
-Really big, tall guy. Yeah, he's tall.
-[Boss] Wow. An indie musician at pubs.
Throw a tuppence, and
you hit one of those.
-["In Spite of Ourselves" on headphones]
-She don't like her eggs all runny ♪
She thinks crossin'
her legs is funny ♪
She looks down
her nose at money ♪
She gets it ♪
["Ashita Atari wa Kitto
Haru" by HAPPY END playing]
[J-pop song ends]
["Farewell Transmission"
by Songs: Ohia playing]
[wistful indie rock song fades]
I just encourage
everyone to make a list
of everything they wanna experience
before we're living in a fucking dystopia.
Hug a polar bear,
kiss a butterfly…
[man] As much as I'd like to help
Belinda locate the butterfly's mouth,
we are here for a purpose.
To discuss an emissions protest that
can actually make an impact, okay?
Uh, excuse me. One mo. [grunts]
Felix! Felix!
[Felix] Mm-hmm? What's up?
Felix, my lust for
Belinda is sickening.
Her… her body is like a tanned
dolphin, arcing out of water.
I… I feel really
dirty about it, but…
She's like 20 years old.
In fact, she… Like, she's
literally 20 years old.
-As if you don't shag 20-year-olds.
-I'm a decade younger than you.
Once you're more than ten years older,
got some news for you, we are all Daddy.
[scoffs] Why are you doin'
this again? They eat your food.
They fuck up your furniture.
Someone's taken the door off my room…
I do it because I want
to build a better world
for the children I'm not ready
to have yet and may never want.
Listen, do I want to get laid
after the years of frigid
hell my ex-wife put me through
before ultimately leaving to
then go and live on a barge?
-Yes.
-You gonna ask me how I am?
How are you, Felix?
[Felix] If I tell you what's on my mind,
are you gonna be nice about it or a dick?
Oh. Well, that depends
on what you tell me.
I think I met someone.
-[exhales] Well… uh, you…
-And?
Uh, well, you always
think you've met someone.
I think it might be
different this time.
-Since… the last one.
-[laughs] Just stop being a dick about it.
-[man] I'm not.
-Sort the smell out as well.
There's a fucking smell now.
Hey! [laughs] Whatcha doin'?
Oh. Um, just comparing prices
on two sound stages, of course.
Mm, fun! [chuckles]
I'm making a playlist for my friend.
She just got dumped by Cruz Beckham,
which is the lowest thing
that's happened to anyone.
-Do you wanna hear?
-Oh. You probably don't want my take.
I mean, my ex always said I
had horrible taste in music.
-["Angels Like You" by Miley Cyrus plays]
-It's not your fault I ruin everything ♪
[singing along] And it's not your
fault I can't be what you need! ♪
Baby, angels like you
Can't fly down here with me ♪
-Okay.
-I'm everything they said ♪
-I would be… ♪
-[sniffles]
-[scoffs]
-What?
It's nothing. I just…
It's not real music. It's
manufactured bullshit.
Come on. You're too
smart to fall for that.
[scoffs] I'm not falling for
anything. She's on a different level!
I mean, she is commentary on
the manufactured pop star.
She's been commenting on
it since her Disney days.
[laughing] What? No, she hasn't.
-[snorts]
-[song stops]
Don't make me feel
stupid for loving things.
Aww, sad.
But what about this new guy you're
seeing? Do we like him? Can we trust him?
Is he for real, or is he, like,
a trauma-bonder? Gaslighter?
Narcissist? Tinder Swindler?
Oh, uh, he's… nice.
He's just that kind of
guy. He's really kind.
-How long have you known him?
-[Jess] Like two days.
-Like two days.
-She's known him two days.
A lot of life can happen in
two days. Then it's two weeks.
Then it's two years… You
live a life full of love.
And then one day, he
says he wants a baby.
And you say, "I'm not sure."
Then he meets a barista in Silver Lake,
and she gets pregnant, and… [laughs]
I mean, this kind of thing can happen,
even to someone who looks like me.
-Um, sorry. Apologies. Excuse me.
-Oh. Oh. No, no, no.
No, no, carry on. Uh…
Uh… I encourage feelings.
Good. 'Cause I have a few. [scoffs] I
had to break up with my ex a while ago.
He did not have the emotional
intelligence necessary to deal with
dating someone whose love language
is being a bitch in a fun way.
Listen, what we're saying is don't get
too comfortable too quickly, right?
Stay vigilant.
Seriously. Me and Kim are going out later.
It's International Outfit of the Day Day…
It's my favorite
holiday. Come with!
There'll be fun people that I met
on "looking for friends" on Raya.
Mm-hmm. An artisanal e-cigarette designer,
the guy who supplies cobalt to Cartier,
this ripped footballer we
know who's, like, obsessed,
sexually obsessed, with
intellectual women.
So don't set your life on fire for
a ran do you met on the street.
Fuck a different ran do.
-Thanks, guys. That makes me feel amazing.
-[Boss] Yeah.
[Jess] I wanna stop
the chaos, Wendy.
And when I trust my own
instincts, chaos always follows.
I mean, these people
must know better than me.
Everyone knows better than me.
-It's coming your way. Watch out.
-[man] Right, yeah.
The Great Wall of Peckham.
[players exclaim]
-[man] Git!
-[Felix] Sorry.
Yeah, you haven't
felt like this before.
Not since the folk singer
or the, uh, corset designer.
Or the Ukrainian refugee influencer.
They all feel so different.
And then, inevitably, it's too
real, and you're scared to end it.
You stay for six months and get
a second girlfriend. Every time.
-Hey. Never a second girlfriend.
-Yeah, but what about Linnea or Nadia?
Have you broken up with them?
Linnea, uh, left
the pub in a huff
'cause she wanted to go to a
restaurant with proper cloth napkins.
-Fair enough.
-Nadia is on holiday with her gran.
-Right.
-But she hasn't texted me more than, like…
-I don't know, once or twice a day.
-Naughty boy. No pub for you.
You know what you have to do if you
really think this is so different.
-All right. Fine.
-Fine.
I'll do that.
[uneasy rhythmic music playing]
Whoa. Hi. Sorry to drop by.
Uh, I just wanted to say
Oh. So you've come here
for your punishment.
-Pardon?
-[energetic music peaks, fades]
-Linnea…
-I know your game, mister.
Act like you don't give a shit.
Try and pull me closer.
Do you, though? 'Cause I've been trying
to say that my circumstances have changed.
That I'm sort of tryin' to [grunts]
That's really tight, mate. Okay.
I'm trying to change
with them. [groans]
[Linnea] Things don't
feel like they've changed.
-[grunts]
-You've got a big, erect penis.
-Yep.
-[sighs]
You're obsessed with me,
and that makes you angry.
You're like, "Wow. She's everything
I thought I never deserved."
So you run, and you act poorly just
to spit in the face of a blessing.
-Well… [spits]
-What the fuck?
-Did you just spit on my chin?
-Resist me! Resist me! [moans]
Linnea, I think I might
have met someone else.
Yeah. That's perfect.
-No, as in, like, Linnea
-No, no, no. That's…
Yeah. It's getting better.
-Thank you for your support.
-It's all good.
World needs more
kindness and, you know,
whether you did it on
purpose, I don't care.
You still deserve empathy,
so that's why I'm here.
-All right?
-Wait, I didn't do it on purpose!
How come as soon as an intense woman
meets a flame, people yell, "Witch"?
-I'm actually just, um, heading out, so…
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
-Bit of, uh, romance?
-Mm.
-What's… what's her name?
Um, his name is
"football player."
-He's a football player. Um…
-Mm.
But it's never gonna work out. I have
the muscle tone of a newborn, so…
Aw, listen. Don't… be nervous.
Do not be nervous. Listen to me.
WAGs have curves,
and you've got a BBA.
-Big, beautiful arse.
-Okay.
So, just relax, and actually, I
can teach you some English slang.
-Okay. I gotta head out.
-You can use it.
Use it on your date. Really,
really impress him. Um…
"Blozza"? Do you know that one?
One of them.
-Yeah, that's helpful. Thank you.
-"Get your leg over." It's having sex.
"Cottaging." Never
heard of that?
So that's what George
Michael went to jail for.
But this was before he drove his car
into a Snappy Snaps in Hampstead.
Okay, do you have all the
things that you came with?
-Do you know what "cunt" means?
-Let's get goin'.
-Let's get outta here.
-Okay.
It's really fancy.
-She needs a lip. Doesn't she?
-She needs a lip.
-Like, now. Right now.
-I don't have any lipstick.
You look like a cartoon
secretary. What's going on?
-Thank you.
-[Kim] Open.
Is that padded?
No. That's weirder.
-[Kim] Take off your tights.
-Take off the tights.
Can I approach the…
Consent to approach?
-[Kim] And top…
-I'm gonna take it from the knee.
["The Jump Off" by
Lil' Kim playing]
Whoa ♪
-Whoa ♪
-Yeah ♪
Aiyyo, Tim man This "The
Jump Off" right here, man ♪
I been gone for a minute Now
I'm back with "The Jump Off" ♪
Goons in the club In
case somethin' jumps off ♪
And back up Before the
hive let the pumps off ♪
In the graveyard Is where
you get dumped off [fades]
-[Kim] Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
-[man] Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
[Boss] What's going?
[Kim] Pawel, this is Jessica.
Hi.
-[gruffly] Nice to meet you. [laughs]
-[Pawel] Nice to meet you too.
-I'm Pawel.
-[Jess] Okay.
Yeah… I play for Leyton Orient.
But my passion project
is the… is the line of denim
I'm working on for boohooMAN.
-But shh, all right?
-[Jess] I won't tell. [chuckles]
So, what are you about?
Well, first of all, congratulations
on your accomplishments.
A line of denim? What?!
Hey, I know you're nervous to be around
someone so structurally attractive,
but he can sense sarcasm.
-That does translate. So, cool it, okay?
-Mm. Kidding. That's awesome. Yeah.
Football, what the hell?
Is that hard? I don't know
much about that. Is it hard?
Yeah, it's hard.
I kick the ball, and I can pay
for my ex's Benz every month.
Even though she's living
with my, um, what's the word?
Um, cousin?
-Damn, that's ice cold.
-[Pawel] Yeah.
Totally.
My ex doesn't drive. He has
spatial awareness issues.
But, um, it doesn't matter. Who
cares? I'm not thinkin' about him.
-I'm thinkin' about you!
-Who cares? [laughs]
[laughs] I wanted to get to know
you over this amazing dinner, and
All right, then.
-So, nah… Nah… Don't… Nah…
-[giggles] Whoa. Stop! Hey!
-You're funny, you know that?
-Really? What did I say that was funny?
Yeah, you… you make funny
faces. [laughs] Yeah.
-Hey! Who am I?
-Yeah, perfect. Yeah. Something like that.
-I love your intonations.
-[Pawel] Oh, really?
Yeah, I like how
you're sayin' that.
-Thank you.
-[Boss] What did she say?
She said she likes me.
Can't wait to have
anal sex with you.
-Really? Cool!
-[both laugh]
I'm kidding. Kidding.
It'd be crazy if we had anal sex
on the first night that we met.
You can't say that anal's crazy.
-I've never done it.
-[Pawel] It doesn't matter!
Not that I would
never, but I just…
-[Boss] So it's a gross thing?
-I don't think it's gross.
I just think I should, you know,
take a class or something first.
[chuckling] What
is happening now?
["4th of July" by
Hand Habits playing]
-[Linnea] Oh, you think that's funny?
-What the…?
-You think that's funny?
-It's not that kind of laughing.
It's not funny!
It's not fucking funny,
you pathetic baby-man!
[chuckles] Okay.
[takes a deep breath]
Linnea?
-[voice breaking] You don't like me.
-Huh?
You don't respect me.
So, why… why have you
been hanging around?
[Felix, gently] Hey.
[introspective indie-folk
song continues]
I'm not dumb, okay?
I know you don't really like me.
-No one likes me.
-That's not true.
I bet your mum likes you.
Like, she probably loves you.
[sighs softly]
I fucking hate this plume.
You're a nice guy, okay? But
next time you date someone
and you realize that
they're not for you,
don't pretend and slowly
back out the door,
'cause they can feel you going.
Um…
Can you please untie
my sh… uh, feet?
The feet bits.
Sorry.
[Felix] Come here.
Come here.
Linnea?
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.
That was, like, all of…
It was all really, like,
super hot and sexy.
I just…
-Really?
-Yeah.
Like, so mad impressive.
Like, you were so…
like, just in it, and…
[Linnea] I really tried.
Hi, Jason. You're right,
my parents aren't proud.
But that's because, like 16%
of the American population,
they are addicts.
But my grandma's super proud
because I just bought her a house.
Oh, also, say hi to your dad.
Because we've been fucking
and I'm your step mommy now.
Mm. Here's the thing, Wendy.
I used to be afraid that the
crisis was coming for me.
And now I'm realizing,
what if I am the crisis?
And, you know, if I just toned it down,
or if I just speak when spoken to,
or just behave in general,
maybe I could keep it at bay.
Jessica?
-[phone clatters]
-Uh…
Someone… [murmurs]
[sheepishly] Hi.
-One second.
-[toilet flushes]
[Jess] One second. [sighs]
Hey. Hi!
-What's up?
-Were you, uh, talking to yourself?
You were like an M. Night
Shyamalan there. Are you good?
Um, yeah. No, it's… it's
not what it looks like.
I… I just make these
little videos on my phone.
It's technically
social media videos,
but my account is private,
so it's just for me.
Just a way to express myself.
You know, let it loose.
Just a way for me to let loose.
Dear Wendy Jones.
Today would have been seven…
my seventh anniversary.
I imagined myself encircled in roses
in a luxury hotel in the Caribbean,
but instead, I'm like the
goth boy in American Beauty,
filming all the garbage
I so deeply relate to.
Uh, it's well-edited.
Thank you. That actually
means a lot to me.
Who is Wendy?
Fiction? Nonfiction?
She's your sister and she
died, or something, um…
No, no, no. My sister's alive.
She's just, like, really
severely depressed.
Wendy is my ex's fiancée.
Your ex-fiancé?
No, no. My, um, ex's fiancée.
Uh, the woman that
he left me for.
And the worst part is
that I can't even hate her
because she pulled herself out
of foster care by the bootstraps.
And, um, she has a really
unique, awesome style.
She's a really beautiful
wom… She's a beautiful woman.
-It's as simple as that.
-Mm, you can hate her.
-[Jess] You don't need to zoom.
-No, you can definitely hate her.
And… and you talk to
her? And you like that?
It feels nice talking to the woman
that your ex is dicking down?
I'm genuinely asking
because for me, the maths,
they don't… math.
Yeah, I mean, in my
head, she's talkin' back.
She's sayin' things
back sometimes.
Yeah, al… always. All the
time, she's always like…
You know, you seem intense, and…
[Jess] Thank you.
…and really worked up, but
this shows me you're doing
an excellent job of keeping
it on lock in public.
Um, I'm just trying to
do what I can to survive.
Huh. I know the feeling. Uh,
I'll see you out there, yeah?
[Jess] Kim? I literally don't
know which way is up anymore.
Sorry, I'm such a fucking mess.
Um… you're not a mess.
You're… you're a
work in progress.
It's simple. You just
listen to yourself, yeah?
Thank you, Kim. I would hug you,
but you're almost out the door.
-I'll just hug you in my mind. [chuckles]
-Hugging back!
[door closes]
[Pawel] Oh. Here you are.
What did I miss?
[Pawel] Mm. You were
gone for a long time.
You were pooping?
[clicks tongue] No, I wasn't pooping.
Um, I was doing… uh, it doesn't matter.
-"Doesn't matter."
-[Jess] Are you… [chuckles]
-Okay.
-[laughs]
-[Jess] Mocking me.
-Because you're a messy one, aren't you?
-Me?
-[Pawel] Yeah.
I look at you, at your lips.
[clears throat]
Sorry. I mean… I just,
um… I hate that word.
Like, a diss that's risen in
popularity in the last five years.
And, you know, everyone being like,
"I'm a mess. This shit's messy."
Women online being like,
"I'm a mess. I choose chaos."
But would a man ever be
told that he's a mess? No.
Like you, Pawel.
I mean, a quick bathroom
Google showed me
that you have a wife
and two-year-old twins.
And yet, here you are,
hoping to fuck one of us.
Is it me? [chuckles]
We don't know… yet.
Actually, my twins
are three years old.
[chuckles] Okay,
that's fuckin' messy.
And yet, you get
a freebie, right?
Because why? Because you
never lit yourself on fire?
Something that I also
haven't done, obviously.
So yeah, I guess by the
world's standards, I'm messy.
But actually, I'm
a work in progress.
Because I know who I am,
and I know what I want.
And I'm listening to myself.
Right, Kim?
I didn't mean for you to
start immediately, but go off.
She goes hard in the paint.
You know what? The guy that I've
been seeing for the last 46 hours?
-Whoa.
-He doesn't care. He doesn't care!
And if that makes him a
love-bombing gas lighter,
then okay, I guess.
Then I guess I… I'm
dating a love bomber.
I mean, I guess…
Yeah, I guess I choose chaos.
Or actually, you know
what? Chaos chose me.
Because I'm fucking
irresistible!
[Pawel] She's amazing.
-[Kim chuckles awkwardly]
-Actually, yeah. She's amazing.
[cell phone chimes]
["You Know Me More Than I
Know" by John Cale playing]
-Don't think she likes wearing that.
-[Jess chuckles] How do you know that?
Just a vibe. Think
she's a naturist.
-[Jess] Mm.
-[Astrid whines]
Watch it. What's a naturist?
Like David Attenborough?
No, a naturist is someone
who gets naked for sport.
-Hi, by the way. Sorry. That was weird.
-Hi. [laughs]
Um, I think you mean a nudist.
Like my dad's friend Skip,
who used to get naked, jump in
the pool, and freak us all out.
Uh, no. That sounds to me like Skip
was just a full-on pervert. Yeah.
Well, women need to be
careful of perverts.
And Tinder Swindlers.
And love bombers.
Oh yeah. What is that?
Someone explained love bombing to me the
other day, but I didn't really get it.
Isn't it just like being
really nice to someone?
[chuckles] Oh my God.
I do not… I can't
do this with you.
I can't… do the emotional
labor of explaining this.
Are you a love bomber? Are
you gonna buy me a piano?
Uh, no. I did make
you a mix, though.
Is that allowed?
Do you wanna listen to it?
[sweeping, romantic
string music playing]
[elegant music peaks, fades]
I don't, like, know
anything about music.
I like girly bullshit,
so don't expect me
to, like, tell you how…
what I think about it, okay?
-All you have to do is listen to it.
-[chuckles] Okay.
I'm gonna give you the controls.
-Is that comfortable?
-Mm-hmm.
And if you don't like a song,
just skip it. All right?
All righty.
["Are You with Me Now?"
[by Cate Le Bon playing]
[sighs]
Oh, the sinking spell ♪
Caught at tiny heels ♪
Pinned a notice to posts ♪
And then crawled in my mouth ♪
There is a feeling I love ♪
Buried in my brow ♪
I have no reason to run ♪
I see no reason! ♪
Are you with me now? ♪
Ah ♪
Are you with me now? ♪
Ah ♪
It's not impossible ♪
It's not unfathomable ♪
It's not unusual ♪
Baby ♪
To feel a shadow unkind ♪
There is a feeling I love ♪
Buried in my brow ♪
I have no reason to run ♪
I see no reason ♪
Are you with me now? ♪
Ah ♪
Are you with me now? ♪
Ah ♪
[dreamy art-pop song fades]