2 ('LISTEN TO THE BIRD' BY NINA GOTSIS BAND)
♪ Listen to the bird... ♪
(BIRD CHIRPS)
♪ Listen to the sound... ♪
(CHAIN RATTLES SOFTLY)
(BIRD CHIRPS)
♪ In the rainforest
♪ Listen to the sound
♪ Musical
♪ Listen to the bird... ♪
(SCREECHES)
♪ Listen to the parrot... ♪
(SCREECHES)
-BOWIE: OK. -Uh-huh.
I mean, I might wonder if low geomagnetic activity
is to blame for the style of your dream,
but, really, this couldn't be a more straightforward reading.
And how long will the dream analysis take?
Real life is so much more complicated to understand.
This could all be a simulation.
OK, can we simulate a helpful end to the dream analysis?
Yes, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got to be with the birds. Mum.
You've got... You've got to be with the birds.
You need to spread your wings.
Hmm.
Yeah, what does that actually mean, though?
DOM: Greetings!
Ooh!
(IN ROBOTIC VOICE) Are we ready for the tech event?
-Dad, no. -Calm down.
I'm just limbering up. (GRUNTS)
Are you wearing that?
Yeah. Some of my followers might be there.
Not for long.
Hey, hey, spread your wings.
Yes, thank you, Bowie.
-Be with the birds, you. -Mm-hm.
God. Did I raise a charlatan?
Be with the birds.
-Well, uh... -(FEEDBACK SQUEALS)
Ooh, sorry.
Curiously, that, uh, also was
the motivating factor in my app.
Um, I was seeking help, uh with an intimacy, uh, issue -
and I mean that in a friendship, not, um, in the bedroom -
and, uh, I had met a gentleman at the cinema
and I wanted to reconnect with him
but had no way or no how, in fact, to do that.
And so, my son helped me - who's joined us here today -
code the app.
Well, it was more me and my, um, pet bird, Turtle.
-(PEOPLE LAUGH) -May he rest in peace.
But the central idea behind Brover
is to connect men with other mature blokes who hate people.
(PEOPLE LAUGH)
Bros before hoes!
Uh, well, they don't necessarily need to be before
another demographic, so, um...
Any other questions?
I might... I'll give you a call in a week, yeah? Yeah. Cool.
Dad. Dad, you beautiful man.
Not too waffle-y, was it?
Always. Always, Dad, but you know what?
I think people like an authentic story behind their tech.
And you know what?
Good on you for being cool with
a little men's rights activist vibe.
Men's rights?
Incels need love more than anybody else.
I don't wanna be the one to foster that love,
but props to you.
What's that supposed to mean?
Hey, uh, love the app, man.
Oh, you're a brov.
I'm a brover. I'm a brover and I'm a lover.
-(BOTH LAUGH) -I really love the app, really.
Thank you. Thank you.
We at Brover are always looking to help our brethren connect.
Oh, well, thank you.
Actually, it's...
Thank you very much
'cause it can be really, really brutal out there.
Yeah, well, you gotta find your brethren.
That's so true, that's so true,
'cause otherwise you find yourself getting cancelled
just for saying that we gotta balance out the misandry.
You know what I'm talking about.
You know it's women behind penis mutilations?
-Are you across this? -Women?
-Penis mutilations. -No, but, um...
-Well, it's gotta stop. -Sure, any...
-It's gotta stop. -..mutilation needs cessation.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the law of the jungle.
It's one rule for the alphas.
It's a whole other bunch of crapola for betas like us.
I'm an omega.
Omega, epsilon, whatever.
You know, my point is we're all getting cucked into oblivion
by these feminazis
with their little apex fallacy bullshit
and we're being dragged into the muck with them, aren't we?
Mate, thanks for your support.
Yeah, thank you.
Thank you and thanks for the app.
I've got a podcast. I'll...I'll...I'll message you.
Welcome to the manosphere.
('AQUÍ VOY A ESTAR' BY LUZ PINOS & MARETH)
(PASSIONATE MOANING NEARBY)
(MOANING CONTINUES)
(BOTH PANT AND MOAN)
(BOTH LAUGH)
Ay, I love this wine.
Mm. I can get you some more.
Bring it to your house. Home delivery.
No, no, I like this wine here in this room, not in my house.
Hey, do you want to finish the movie tonight?
But isn't mi papi coming to get me?
Yeah, but you could stay another night
and we could have whatever you wanted for dinner.
-Fish fingers? -Yeah.
Jelly?
Yeah! Fish fingers and jelly.
Can do.
Yay! Oh. I need to wee.
-Hey. -OLY OVER PHONE: Hey.
Just leaving now.
Yeah, that's what I was just calling you about.
Um, J's a little bit under the weather.
-Is she OK? -Yeah, she's just...
-(TOILET FLUSHES) -She's got a cold or something.
But I just thought maybe she should just stay another night.
Uh...
Rather than handing her over sick and tired, you know?
Uh, I guess.
Um, do you not have any plans or...
Oh, nothing that I can't get out of.
OK, yeah, I'm cool with that.
Can I say goodnight?
-(TAP RUNS) -Uh... Oh, she's just crashed.
Aw, poor puchita.
Well, um, just tell me if anything changes.
Yeah.
And I can pick her up in the morning if you want.
-JACINDA: Jelly! -OK, I will. Alright, 'bye.
Jelly!
J's not feeling well. She's already gone to bed.
Oh.
Hope she's OK.
Let's go to the Continental.
-Go out? -Yeah.
More, please.
-More, please. -(LAUGHS)
Alright, is that enough?
('THERE YOU ARE' BY SNOWY BAND)
♪ I know you are
♪ Who you say you are... ♪
You're a beautiful star.
-(CHUCKLES) -♪ I know you are
♪ What you say
♪ But I can't lock eyes if I can't decide
♪ I know you are
♪ So, who am I?
♪ And then there you are again... ♪
(MELLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
♪ I know you are
♪ What you say you are
♪ And I couldn't stomach another bite
♪ Or another night apart
♪ There you are again. ♪
Tie? No tie?
Only if it makes you feel good.
Tie it is.
I'm not saying power couple, but I'm not not saying it.
I haven't got it yet.
But, when you do,
we'll be able to, like, drive in together,
go to that yum salad place for lunches.
-Yeah. -(PHONE BUZZES)
Hey.
Hello?
Oh, puchita! Hey, how are you feeling?
Splendid! We went to the pool!
J, put your shoes on now, please.
Hey, Santi.
Hey, Ol. What's going on?
Uh, nothing. We're just getting ready.
Did you really take her to the pool if she's sick?
Yeah, she had a dream about swimming
and she was dying to go.
Right.
Is she OK to go to school?
Yep, yeah. She just woke up way better.
Hey, can we talk about this later?
We're literally walking out the door.
Yeah, sure. I...
Is everything OK?
Uh, yeah.
I think Oly lied about J being sick.
Oh. That's, um...
It's weird, right?
It's, like, so not an Oly thing to do.
We should probably get going, so you're not rushed.
-What? -Nothing.
I'm just listening to what you're saying,
that it's out of character.
Oh, right.
Sorry. I must have misunderstood.
Except, um,
only because you're worried about it,
when I bumped into you with Oly the other day...
Mm.
..she was wearing the same shoes
as the person with the fox mask.
The weird vase chick?
You think that was Oly?
Does she have a friend called Madison?
OK, what are you saying?
I'm just agreeing with you that her behaviour might be off
and if she's lying to you...
-I didn't say she was a liar. -You just did.
No.
OK.
I don't need this right now.
I've been working on site for the last few years
and I thought it would be good to move into something
with a career trajectory that's, you know,
more aligned with my personal goals.
And Keeks - sorry, Kiara -
mentioned that there may be a spot on the team,
so, you know...
You wrote in your cover letter here
that you're enrolling in a project management course?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'm definitely looking to get that done.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey.
So, are you gonna tell me
what's going on?
Uh, I'm preparing an ethics lesson
for our daughter's class that I volunteer for,
is what's going on.
Oh, well, that's great.
Are you gonna tell them how you stalked my girlfriend
in a fox mask?
Yeah, I know about that, Oly.
OK, it wasn't like that.
Is there something I should be worried about?
No.
OK, well, then, what about the sneaking around?
The lying about J being sick?
Well, you went out and had a big night with your girlfriend,
so you should be thanking me for giving you the night off.
-What? -I saw it on her Instagram.
I'm just saying that
you weren't very bothered about it last night.
I don't get why you're lying to me, Oly,
or why you think it's a problem that I went out last night.
I don't get who you are at the moment.
ROSA: Mm, thank you for the lovely dinner.
Mm-hm.
I could come in for another drink?
The night is young.
Yes, the night is young.
I got it. My time is over.
So, now you don't like our topic of conversation?
No, no, no, no, that's not it.
Your mistress? Mm-hm.
I was a teenage boy once.
It's confusing.
I was angry all the time, and sad.
Thank you for the lovely dinner.
-Ay, Rosa... -No.
-Amor. -No.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
I'm not saying that Brover has been overrun by incels.
-He is, though. -No, I'm just curious.
Hey, I'm just curious to know
if there might be particular things
that some of the users have in common.
-Like being incels. -And if, you know...
If the make-up of the users are accurately represented...
Shit, Bowie, you're not an incel, are you?
I am voluntarily celibate, not involuntarily.
So, you're a 'volcel'?
Ha-ha, really? Shut up.
If those people at the panel are reflective of the user base,
if, then Brover is...
Overrun by incels.
DOM: Oh, goddamn it!
Can't either of you even at least pretend to care
how I feel about this?
-Oh, no, we do care. -Bullshit!
And you're wrong, both of you. And you, mate.
Look, I'll show you. Watch this.
First person that comes up. A...
Ha! A perfectly normal-looking bloke.
Does his T-shirt say 'Men's Lives Matter'?
-(ANGIE SNORTS) -Well...
OK, well, that's a... bad example.
No, thank you.
Thank you, 'bye.
-Tight-arse! -I know.
These are quality.
Wait, what?
Yeah. Mum said sell whatever.
OK, this whole garage sale
is testament that some things change,
but a teacher's corduroy jacket is forever.
And, actually...
Please have this.
Just throw it on for a school pick-up?
Wear as you wish.
I can't anymore, but I also can't sell it to a stranger.
Oh...
-Take this off? -Yeah.
I was in Daunt Books in Hampstead.
OLY: Mm?
Like, I wanted to look at every book in the place
rather than go home.
And I saw this one that they made into a podcast
about a woman who was found asphyxiated in her house,
but with no evidence anyone had done it.
And I was, like, "That me."
Totally suffocated.
Not his fault, not really mine,
but that's where I realised
I needed to get divorced.
Then I walked out
and immediately saw this jacket in a window across the road.
-It is a shit-hot jacket. -Facts.
Oh, you're the best.
I know, babe.
So, do you think this will make me decisive and powerful?
-I hope so. -Or just divorced?
(BOTH LAUGH)
-Oly.
Hi.
Hey. Wow.
Reema the jellyfish instigator.
Michael the tutor.
I'm actually not her tutor anymore, though.
So I've heard.
And I've heard that you're going back to study law. Yeah?
-What practice area? -Criminal.
Oh. Good choice.
You know, I could actually help introduce you
to Professor Crossing.
She's a... She's a good friend of my mum's.
If you want, you know, or not.
Oh, that's actually really thoughtful.
-Thank you. -No worries.
So, are you just browsing or are you looking to buy?
Uh, no, I'm ready to buy. (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
Well, we have a weird range of things
you'll be sure to find confusing.
Uh-huh. Uh, can I buy you for a date?
(LAUGHS)
Sorry, that came out kind of wrong.
Um, no, that's fine.
I know what you mean.
Terrarium?
-Yeah, sure. -Lovely.
Great, thanks.
Cool. Um... Ooh, what about this?
-Cute. -REEMA: Mm-hm.
-Um, and that guy. -This?
-Yeah, I need him... -Oh.
..in my life.
(REEMA CHUCKLES)
I mean, who doesn't need a wooden pig, right?
And this.
OK, you really don't need to buy that many things, Michael.
No, no, it's cool. Nah, I just, you know...
I want to get into the spirit of things.
Hey, so, uh,
how's your scholarship application coming along?
Oh, yeah, it's good.
You know I got the same one, right?
So, I can help if you like.
OK, that's...180.
That's...that's great.
Yeah. Good price.
-Just here is good. -Thank you.
-(CARD READER BLEEPS) -(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
Thanks for coming by.
No, thank you. Um, it's good to see you.
Sorry, but you look amazing, right.
Anyway, uh, I'll see you soon, then.
Sure.
Sorry. Is that OK?
Um, I'll see you soon.
-OK. -(BOTH CHUCKLE)
'Bye.
So, did you get a D in that class?
(BOTH LAUGH)
ANGIE: Do you think we'll ever truly be able to fathom
how big 46 billion light-years is?
Like, really wrap our minds around
even the idea of the universe?
And by the time we've done that,
it's expanded further beyond our comprehension.
Like...always elusive.
OK. Something's shifted in you, hasn't it?
Hmm?
You were right about the birds.
You're a genius.
You're not a charlatan.
Hey?
No, no, no, it's not your fault. No, no.
Thanks for getting in touch with me.
Not good news?
No, he said the app is... What are you doing?
What's gotten into you?
(SIGHS) He said the app, Brover,
is now basically a digital dog whistle
for men's rights activists.
There must be some nice, normal guys using it as well, though.
They've ruined it, though.
I can only, like, sell it or crash it.
Oh, take the money.
Shutting down Brover won't end misogyny.
Yeah, you should kamikaze it.
Just go out in a blaze of glory
or at least a really emphatic press of a button, man!
You just need to ask yourself, "What would Radiohead do?"
Play Tel Aviv?
That's it.
My app came from a pure, beautiful, vulnerable experience
and these arseholes have hijacked it
and completed ruined the app
and none of you pricks give a shit
how devastated I am about it!
So, thank you!
Sell their data.
Is that a joke or a serious suggestion?
A serious suggestion.
Sell their data, then shut it down.
You'd still remove at least one of their creepy little networks,
but you'll get a bit of pocket money and, most importantly,
you'd spam those pricks to death.
('QUIÉREME NA'MA' BY LA 33)
No, no, no, no. Excuse me. What are you doing? No.
Hello? No.
This is the most expensive part of the house.
Nobody else can use it.
-Hola. -BERNARDITA: Hola.
(ALEJANDRO CHUCKLES)
For a new retreat?
New project.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(GASPS) J-Bear!
Hey. (GROANS)
-Hey. -Hey.
Say 'bye to Daddy.
-'Bye. -'Bye, puchita.
Do you want to take your bags into your room?
OK.
(PHONE BUZZES)
One for you. Two for you.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(FOOD BUBBLES)
If you want in the future,
you can just text me when you're outside and I can bring J out
so you don't have to come in.
Oly...
I felt sad, OK?
I didn't want her to go. I wanted her.
So...why didn't you just say that?
Don't know.
You know, you can still tell me if you're down in the dumps.
Well...I guess I didn't want to admit it.
Anyway...
Mum, where's my lipstick?
SANTI: I'm not condoning that.
You don't own lipstick.
JACINDA: Bollocks!
(OLY AND SANTI CHUCKLE SOFTLY)
Did you want to stay for dinner?
-I'd love to, but... -You've got plans.
Just some stuff to do.
Yeah, sure. Of course.
No problem.
Well, I'll, um... I'll speak to you later.
'Bye.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hey.
Hey. Are you OK?
Yeah, and so are you.
Uh, it isn't official
and pretend I'm not saying anything,
but I know for a fact
that you're getting a second interview.
Really?
Well, don't be so surprised,
but you'll need to act surprised when they tell you.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, no, of course.
That's...that's great news.
Do you want to come with me to hot yoga tonight?
Um, you know, I would...
I'd love to, but I've just...
I've just picked up J,
so I'm on duty tonight.
OK. Well, talk to you later?
OK, I'll speak to you soon. 'Bye.
Well, the handshake has happened.
The deal has all but gone through.
Their data has been sold, thanks to you.
Not for much, but it's the end of an era.
It's a beautifully elegant solution, Dom.
-Hear, hear. -Thanks, guys.
Wait, you're not taking the piss, are you?
No, we're saying well done!
-Well done. -Yeah. You're a tech genius.
-Come on! Bubbles! -They're just being merry, Dad.
-They're in support. -(CORK POPS)
(ALL EXCLAIM)
We're all loving your example
of living with purpose.
-Well, thank you, Boz. -Yeah.
To Brover.
Ooh, wait for me.
An admirable ambition.
DOM, ANGIE AND EDITH: An admirable ambition.
-Yep. -Good to be us.
Mm.
Wait till my next app, hm?
It'll blow your socks off.
EDITH: Oh, yeah?
It's gonna be biggerer and betterer.
-(ANGIE LAUGHS) -BOWIE: Do you need a hand?
DOM: Maybe. No, thank you.
You don't think I should add a couple more references
just to give a better idea of the scope?
Um, yeah, or you could...
I mean, you could add another reference or two
just to round it out.
Yeah, I just said that.
Yeah, um...
I mean, the other option is,
well, we could both acknowledge
that you've definitely got the application in the bag
and use this time for something more fun?
Oh, yeah? Like what?
Well, um, you could imagine
that I am slowly unclipping your bra...
Um, sorry, I can't hear you.
Ooh, OK, I have to go and talk to my daughter
who's standing right next to me in this room.
OK, 'bye.
What are we doing?
We are investing in our intellectual future.
Investing in our intellectual future.
I want to.
I have an idea for a game. Look.
But, um, I did a lot of this stuff a long time ago.
Really?
I didn't know that.
Thank you, Ita.
I'll be there in a sec.
('MAN I KNOW' BY CHARLIE GRADON, DARBY)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
♪ There's a soft green canopy
♪ From my door frame
♪ It's a nice bright light
♪ Against this crying sky
♪ And I can't see where it leads
♪ But that's OK
♪ At least there's mystery in my mind
♪ What does a good love look like?
♪ I wanna hang a new picture
♪ I never want to reconstruct you
♪ But the pieces don't look like the man I know
♪ I know these streets so well
♪ I walk the back lanes
♪ To find hell
♪ There's a local's lounge
♪ In every corner
♪ Of every hotel... ♪
♪ At least there's height in all the depth
♪ Or I like to think so
♪ What does a good life look like?
♪ I wanna hang a new picture
♪ I never want to reconstruct you
♪ But the pieces don't look like the man I know. ♪