Nina Forever

How d'you know

all of this?

I asked Gary.

Gary? So none of this

has come from Robert then?

You've never even

talked to him, have you?

Um...

No, but, like, Gary said he's

like proper f***ed up his arm.

Like ripped the skin right off.

Holly, I don't wanna know.

I'd love it if my boyfriend

tried to kill himself

'cause I died.

But he didn't kill himself,

did he?

He's back here,

stacking shelves

on minimum wage.

All right, but...

Imagine being f***ed

by someone that intense.

Has anyone ever told you you're

a really weird little girl?

Anyway don't

kid yourself.

You don't wanna f*** him.

You wanna be the one

that ids the body

when he finally gets it right.

Nah. She wants to save him.

Don't ya?

You won't be able

to fix him, Holly.

If she ever speaks to him,

that is.

You've been like

my angel.

You know, like everything

with mum and dad and crap

and all that sh*t

with Steve.

I don't know.

I just don't think that...

Look, it's not been working

for a while, has it?

I'm sorry about the bear.

I just wanted to, you know.

Can we be friends?

Oh, yeah.

No, that would be cool.

Of course we can be friends.

So you're not--

you're okay?

Yeah.

I just think I'm a bit...

A bit dark for you.

Dark?

I mean... I mean...

You're a bit vanilla.

What?

I mean you're just so nice.

Not that that's--

i mean, it's great.

You're a lovely person and--

f*** off, David.

You know nothing about me.

Whoa! Whoa! Easy!

You okay?

Samira, get a mop,

clean this up, yeah?

Let me have a look.

I'm a paramedic.

I'm a paramedic...

Trainee.

I'm a student when I'm not here

at the supermarket.

Can I?

I heard you came off

your bike.

I'm gonna sell it.

I thought it'd be better

in the open air.

At least you're not in a box.

You should have kept this moist.

It might scar now.

I know. They told me.

What you listening to?

What are you listening to?

What do you think?

- You don't like it, do you?

- Yeah, I do.

No, you don't.

Orange?

That's a pomegranate.

Whatever. It's free.

What made you talk to me?

No one else in that place does.

They stare at me and treat me

like I'm gonna kill myself.

Well, you do a pretty good

impression.

Come on!

It's the short cut!

Cinema's over there!

You're too good for me,

and I don't want to hurt you.

You're not going to.

Now, the eagle-eyed

amongst you

will notice I'm wearing

a funny costume today.

But the thing is that's

out of respect for the uniform.

You don't go shopping in it.

You don't go down

to the pub in it,

even though you think

you might pull in it.

It's not just a uniform for me.

It tells the whole world

who I am.

Even though we're all here,

none of us are wearing green.

But don't forget.

You are different

from the others here.

You're not a media student,

not a sports science student.

You're training to be

a paramedic.

And training doesn't begin

when you put on the uniform.

It starts up here.

Three ds.

Discipline.

You're not just wearing

the uniform to look good.

Determination.

To live up to what

the uniform means.

And finally,

most importantly of all...

Distance.

When you put on that uniform,

it sets you apart from others.

Doesn't make you superhuman.

Some people

you will not save.

Oh, sh*t!

Rob, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

You're so sweet.

Oh, my god.

F*** me.

Oh, f*** yeah.

Oh, f***.

Yeah, grab my feet.

Oh, my god, that's amazing.

I'm not holding your feet.

Oh, god, not again.

What the...

Where...

Rob?

Are you there?

What's going on?

Nina?

Rob.

It is you.

Rob.

What is happening?

Who's this?

You're dead.

You're- you're dead.

Who the f*** is this girl?

Rob, who is this?

Come on, rob, introduce us.

Nina...

This is Holly, who...

Works in the supermarket

with me.

Holly...

This is Nina, my...

Girlfriend.

Dead...

Girlfriend.

This isn't...

This isn't happening!

How could you, rob?

Rob, she isn't real.

She... isn't!

How old is she?

No, you can't--

you're dead!

Sure, but I've kept

my standards.

I mean...

Supermarket?

Holly, just go.

You...

This...

This is my...

Uh, you should just go.

You can.

You should just leave me.

This has to be a dream.

Oh, f***!

Can't be real.

I can't believe this.

You're my boyfriend's

dead ex-girlfriend.

You think I'm his ex ex?

I'm not.

And don't even think

about calling me

his late ex-girlfriend

because that gives completely

the wrong impression.

I'm not an ex.

You're dead!

Doesn't mean we're on a break

though, does it?

Get the f***

out of my bedroom.

You have to help me,

my love.

I can't. I can't. Please.

I think I remember

six or seven seconds.

My mouth filled

with my own blood.

And then no change.

- Rob.

- Just the mortuary slab...

With you and dad

bonding over my naked body.

I don't want this.

And then the funeral.

Then you... and her.

I don't want this.

Rob, just move.

Kiss me, rob.

Kiss me, beautiful.

Kissing you

isn't how it used to be.

Ow!

Holly!

Ow, f***!

F***'s sake.

Wait here for a minute.

Holly!

Holly, wait.

F***.

Oh, you'll check your phone

whilst giving mouth-to-mouth,

will you?

Hello? Yeah, uh...

Ah, we lost him.

Shame, I know, but I did get

a text from my boyfriend.

Oh, sorry,

i don't mean boyfriend.

I mean supermarket f*** buddy.

Keep pumping the chest.

You don't want to lose him.

- The doll, I mean, not the--

- f*** off, Josh.

You all right?

Look like you've seen a ghost.

How are things going

with your sexy suicidal guy?

Has he mentioned her yet,

dead girlfriend?

It came up, yeah.

I don't quite know

how to say this, so...

I'm just going

to go ahead and say it.

Have you met someone?

Sorry.

That sounds so...

I just mean...

- I mean you can.

- I haven't.

But you can.

You should know

that you can move on...

If you want to.

It's okay.

We all need to move on.

God, the bulbs are out,

did you see?

First sign of spring.

Yeah.

Spring would be nice.

Is rob here yet?

Yes, he's in

the front room. He's--

I think he's come off

his bike again.

Oh, god,

is he still doing that?

- Don't mention it.

- Of course I won't.

Hey, rob.

Good to see you.

How's things?

Yeah. You know.

Yeah.

Yep.

Drink before the performance.

I've certainly earned it.

- Have you been writing?

- Well, I call it that.

Did you get to read

that chapter I sent you?

That's how Martin amis

does it, rob.

Gets all his feedback

from reluctant dinner guests.

Rob's not reluctant, is he?

Why does he come here

every week?

- Well, not to read your book.

- You don't mind, do you, rob?

Well, how's he going

to answer that?

He's a free man.

He can say whatever he wants.

When did she do the painting

in the front room?

It was her a-level piece.

Very strong.

Best one there.

Just gonna use the loo.

Have you thought

any more about...

Starting up your studies again?

I'm not sure.

Feel like my maths brain

has dried up.

Seems a bit pointless.

And working

in a supermarket isn't--

you're sounding like

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