by riese & crystal

Crystal & Riese are here to present to you the recap of Skins Episode 403, “Not Naomi and Emily.” This week is all about Cook. Cook is not a lesbian. He is a man-born-man who likes to punch people in his face. What lies beneath his aggressive exterior? A soft heart of gold? Secret powers that could save Metropolis from the evil influence of vipers, dinosaurs, Sarah Palin and the Marshmallow Man? Another tiny little person? The Heart of Doom?

Let’s begin to unfurl his mystery. You can get all the scoop on Skins at the e4 website. Just let’s say from the get-go this episode was very well-done, quite brilliantly written, and gave us lots of feelings. Howevs also we were both somewhat under the weather this weekend. LET’S BEGIN!

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Skins 403: Cook

Jailhouse Rock

Remember in last week’s 402 recap when Cook beat the crap out of an innocent party-goer after seeing Freddie and Effy have a bit of a pash at the house party? Well we didn’t really think twice about it because a) Cook beats someone up in every episode and b) we really are primarily concerned here with Naomi, Emily, and whatever dead lesbians they’ve slept with.

Well, you missed a very important moment. Because now Cook is in jail with only boys, just like the Tegan & Sara song. Oh and this foxy lay-guard:

Don’t Drop The Soap Etc

See children, actions have consequences! A bloody-fisted and mean Cook sits down with his public defender, Duncan, who is eating a cheese sandwich and talking while he’s chewing, so it’s kinda hard to follow amid my TOTAL REVULSION!

Hard Times at Skins High

After finishing his sandwich, Duncan suggests that life’s going to be easier for everyone if Cook just smiles, says sorry and pleads guilty to “punching the fuck out of Shanky Jenkinson.” If he’s lucky/typical, he’ll just cop community service. But obvs if Cook was interested in an easy life then we wouldn’t be here. Or else he just seems a bit dumb.

[Cook must have already anticipated his fate ’cause he’s already got the prison ink:]

Cook: Not guilty.
Duncan: James, you did punch the fuck out of Shanky. In front of 83 witnesses.

Judge Judy Would Be Proud

Cook claims he’s not guilty because he was provoked by Freddie and Effy’s tongues, and you’re kinda ready for the Law & Order music to begin and for Mariska to be like, “Are you sure about that?” all sexy and stuff.

Duncan does not think that Cook is being clever but doesn’t protest too much, he’s got bigger things to worry about like that moustache. Casey Novak wouldn’t let this shit go down. She’d be like “your honor,” and then Mariska would be like, let’s make out, etc.

Stop in the Name of Love

On the stand, Cook says he’s not guilty and so the judge passes down an electronic tagging order until his trial, meaning he has to wear an ankle tag like Michelle Rodriguez but not as hot.

He’ll have to be home all the time, but Cook doesn’t have a home. A-HA! Case CLOSED! Nope, he’ll be going home with his Momma, Mrs. Ruth Byatt, who he says he is defo not going home with until threatened with, “Yes you will or we’ll arrest you, bang you up. Probably bang you about while we’re at it.”

Mrs Ruth Byatt is waiting for Cook in reception, passing time by flirting with police officers. This is anarchy.

Cook: Mum.
Mrs Byatt: Hi Jimmy, how you been?
Cook: No-one calls me Jimmy now Mum.
Mrs Byatt: Hello smelly.

Firstly, that’s such a lame insult. What are we, 7? Regardless, I get the feeling Cook never had a chance.

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Lifestyles of the Rich & On Probation

Guess it is a bit like Michelle Rodriguez after all, ’cause Cook’s Mom is actually a famous artist, probs like Thomas Kinkaid, and therefore Cook will be doing probation in a mansion. Mum is drinking wine out of the bottle as she saunters out of the car, that’s nice.

This is Cook’s little brother, he is like Cook before he was destroyed by women and the cold icy touch of drugs, alcohol, and rock ‘n roll, except clearly still with the rock ‘n roll:

Rock Bandit

Cook’s little brother is inside, his name is Paddy and he’s wearing suspenders and rocking out to Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” on Rock Band. Cute overload. What’s with the little brothers on this show being so adorable? Also, Cook is happy to see him. They share a tender moment of brotherly love that endears us to Cook for the time being.

He gives a little away –

Paddy: Mum says she forgives you, and you can come back.
Cook: Yeah.
Paddy: And we got pizza to celebrate.

There are like 20 pizza boxes. Maybe this is a crazy harem or something.

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If These Walls Could Yell Loudly 2

Cook lies in his ex-bedroom while his brother sleeps beside him. It’s 6:35 in the evening and there are loud sexy noises coming from the room next door, but this is not a harem, his Mom just likes to ride the pony. Cook is thinking about how this is his life now and he is never going to leave ever. He checks his bracelet just to be sure.

I thought his tattoo said “Fuck Me Dead” but it actually says “Jack the Lad.” Jack is the name of the actor who plays Cook, maybe the make up dept ran out of concealer I dunno.

Oh Right And the Dead Girl

This episode’s not depressing enough and so they bring the dead girl back up, with Cook finding the police poster in his pocket. He picks up the phone to call Freddie, then changes his mind and starts dialling Effy, then realizes this is all their fault and instead stares meanly/wistfully at a poster on the wall of him and his friends before they made out with Effster.

A Writer with a Farmer’s Tan, WHAT ARE THE CHANCERS

Downstairs we’re greeted by enough empty champagne bottles to um, go with all that pizza, as well as Alex, an art critic who is studying Cook’s Mom, which seems like a little bit of a conflict of interest.

Alex obvs wants to get laid again because he calls her the greatest conceptual artist since someone whose name I’m not familiar with, but definitely has the sound “douche” in it because it made me giggle. It’s really the only entertainment I’ve had so far.

All in the Family

Cook’s mum tells Alex that Cook’s a criminal, and the dude tells Cook: “Your mum says you’re her greatest creation, a walking conceptual installation. That’s cool man.” But you and me and Cook and Mom all know the truth: Cook will never be like The Gates, or like the Statue of Liberty or anything. He will just be Cook, the boy from Skins in the polo shirt, la la la.

I guess that’s sweet but it’s probs best coming from his mother and not his mother’s lay. Speaking of conceptual installations, check out her latest –

NSFW

Even Bette Porter wouldn’t hang this in her art gallery. It’s dumb and Jesus isn’t in it. Cook looks unimpressed.

Alex: They’re so tactile, you know? You just want to touch them. You just want to come on them.

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So we cut to Cook wearing cute plaid pants and walking with his cutie patootie little brother.

It’s Like Billy Elliot But With Less Dancing

It’s a sweet moment, they’re sharing chips even though it’s probably 7am or something.

Paddy: Will you go to prison?
Cook: I might.
Paddy: But if you say sorry won’t they let you go?
Cook: I’m not sorry.
Paddy: Why?
Cook: Never say you’re sorry.
Paddy: Why?
Cook: ‘Cause you’re not a pussy, are ya.
Paddy: No.
Cook: Then we don’t play that game, do we. We don’t play anyone’s game.
Paddy: Except for Rock Band, we can play that..
Cook: Yeah, yeah we can play that.

Paddy calls Cook “barmey” and on top of reminding me of a miniature Angus Young, he could not get any more adorable.

Oh whoops wrong picture! Here’s the right one:

Little Cooky

They arrive at his private school, where lots of cute little boys are wearing cute little hats also and Cook throws intimidating looks at the ones that have been giving Paddy a hard time and kicking him in the balls. He’s going to need those balls later, when he becomes a massive pimp like Cook. Because balls are where boys keep their sperm right. I don’t know, I’m a lesbian.*

*JK

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Foosball Prelude to Ultimate Surrender

At college, the kids are playing foosball and JJ’s team wins, they chest bump and are only two seconds away from patting each other on the ass. JJ’s sporting a huge shiner that he must’ve gotten from Cook when he tried to break up the fight last week. [Riese sidenote: I am watching this as I read/recap and I thought that JJ was Cook until I read this paragraph, Crystal!!] Where’s Emily and Naomi?

Pandora’s looking miserable on the couch and JJ suggests they go cheer her up, but Freddie points out that it’s hard to cheer someone up when her boyfriend cheated with a girl who is the “hottest of the hot”. He has Effy though so STFU.

Love Doctors

Freddie: Are you alright, Panda pops?
Pandora: No, not really.
JJ: You know, love’s thoroughly overrated. I’ve never had a girlfriend and look how happy I am. In between minor psychological breakdowns.

JJ starts talking about endorphins but all he’s doing is making a depressing episode even more depressing. But hey speaking of the hottest of the hot – someone is having a fashion disaster! But Cook still loves her, even if the bra strap don’t.

I’m Just Effy From the Block

Effy has arrived. The next thing on her to-do list after being hot is to sit on the couch with Freddie and swap some spit. Cooks shown up and looks heartbroken, but barges into the rec room like he doesn’t care and hasn’t just put a kid into hospital and gone to prison.

Hey Kind Friend

Cook thinks they’re all suckers for being in school and so he tries to convince everyone to go to the pub with him. OH HEY LOOK WHO HE ASKS.

Where Did the Good Go?

Cook: Naomi? What about you? Bring your lady and we’ll make it a threesome. … What’s up with you two?”

Naomi and Emily look so depressed that even Cook senses it, and Cook doesn’t sense anything. From this scene I assume that Emily and Naomi are still together, I’m no body language expert but I think if they did split up then Emily would be in the bathroom crying and Naomi would be having breakup revenge sex.

The best part is when Cook turns to the black guy and says, “Black guy?” But the black guy doesn’t want to go either.

Pandora saves them from answering by wanting to know if Cook’s scared of going to the “bloomin’ jokey”. He’s not. Oh but look who wants to skip out:

We’d Like a Drink Before We Make Sweet Love Later

Effy & Freddie feel bad for Cook and offer to join. Do they not understand that Cook’s hard heart breaks a little every time he sees them so easy breezy beautifully in love? Cook says that’s a’ight, he would rather just have a sandwich by himself in his locker.

JJ declines as well. Out of character, but not surprising as he’s got a big giant bruise on his face. Cook asks who it is that roughed him up b/c Cook is gonna give that asshat the stare of death, just like he did earlier that day with his little cutie brother, but what Cook doesn’t remember is that it is HIM, COOK! Yes, he must look at the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson said.

He Wore Pink Today Just for This Occassion

Professor Blood, the new college director, breaks up the party, acting very hoity-toity.  He offers Cook his business card and suggests that he and Cook need to “pow wow,” which I think is actually something that Cook should stop doing. Cook apprently missed the year they studied Native Americans and pow-wows and such, but no matter this is actually gonna be more like a ‘public beheading’ which I believe is part of traditional early government both in the US and in the UK and surely he caught a tad of that lesson.

The Professor explains that because Cook’s been implicated by the law, he’s automatically expelled. And expunged. And ex-communicated. All those other E words, this dude likes to Enunciate. Effy. Edie. He tells Cook he needs to “scoot off,” or else an Enforcer named Jonathon will Escort him out with “Extreme prejudice.”

Cook: Jonathon can kiss my ass. That’s if he’s not tired from licking yours.

SMACKDOWN

I think Cook and Thomas should start a little club for kids that got kicked out of school. They can go to the mall, learn how to use bunsen burners, be big brothers to underprivileged children, take anger management courses and develop valuable technical skills for the workplace.

Jonathan is held by the guard while Professor Blood, apparently confused thinking this is like a Vietnam protest or something, sprays Cook in the eyes with pepper spray. For a second I think Effy and Freddie are going to leap to his defense and a brawl will break out, but they don’t. SHEEP!

The kids are all standing by shocked, including Naoms and Ems. I hope they bond over this trauma later.

Dead Like Me

When Cook gets his vision back, his eyes fall on Sophia’s memorial. Who had the baby chair idea? That baby chair is sad. They should’ve gotten a wall or something like they have for Vietnam.

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Mean Streets

Cook is wandering the streets like the vagrant he still is when he comes upon Naomi’s house, where she’s taking out the trash. Emily’s scooter is on the sidewalk… good sign? I guess cohabiting with the strayer is better than cohabiting with the Fitch family. Also Emily’s gotta keep her eye on Naomi. Never know when she’ll sneak off to an Open Day and come back with a yeast infection.

Lay Back and Light Up Without Any Guilt

Naomi comes across the street to apologize for that necklace she’s wearing. JK, to give us some exposition and to project her angst onto Cook.

Naomi: When did you get so sorry for yourself, Cook?
Cook: Huh?
Naomi: We can talk about her. That’s why you’re here isn’t it? We gave that girl Sophia drugs.
Cook: I didn’t give her nothing, man.
Naomi: I had an affair with her, as well.
Cook: What?
Naomi: Now she’s dead. That’s why you’re here. You feel bad.
Cook: Fuck off. I just came around to see if you wanted that non-lezzer willywaggle, that’s all.
Naomi: Yeah right. Do you want to know how I feel? I feel fucking terrible. My girlfriend won’t look at me. I could cry every minute. I feel shit and all I can do is… feel it.

Naoms is looking for a shared moment and looks pretty doing it, but Cook can’t believe she’s still hung up over ruining her life when he is gonna go to jail for being a moron and not pleading innocent. He laughs and walks away. She yells out after him that he needs to deal with it. Unlikely. He’s a walking art installation! What’s he got to deal with? ART=LIFE.

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There’s Not A Lot to Give if You’re Not Giving In

Cook shows up at Duncan the public defender’s office wanting to talk about his case. Ducan’s like, you don’t got no case fool. Cook says that’s a matter of opinion. No offense or anything but sometimes I feel like Cook might really be brain damaged, which nearly makes me want to love him and protect him. But I guess no one ever did, which is how he turned out this way.

Duncan says Cook’s got as much chance of getting off the hook as the Duncan does of getting a shag with Angelina Jolie. Cook advises him to shave off that handlebar moustache, to start. Har har.

Cook reveals his defense: stuff’s gone down in his life and that’s why he is the way he is. Duncan lights up a joint ’cause if we’re gonna talk about hard times, we need to light up.

Cook: You’re taking the fucking piss, man. Doesn’t anyone owe me anything, don’t I get a hearing?
Duncan: You put a kid in hospital, remember? What’s your excuse?”
Cook: People. People fucked me up, man.
Duncan: Well go tell that to a judge then .. mummy fucked me up.

I Feel Like This Could be a Good Will Hunting Moment

Cook snaps at the mention of his mum, then kicks his chair and leaves.

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I Wish There Was a Strap-on On this List

Cook visits his mother’s gallery, and is caught out staring at a particular piece of art that documents her lovers. This is no Piss Christ I can tell you that right now.

Why Aren’t There Any Ladies on this List? Lesbian Sex is So Hot!

Mrs Byatt: What do you think?
Cook: Is it true?
Mrs Byatt: Jimmy, art is always true
Cook: Why did you leave my dad?
Mrs Byatt: Because he’s a twat, agreed? He was entertaining, good in bed… but he didn’t give a flying fuck about anyone or anything. Ultimately that just gets on your tits, it’s a bit boring.
Cook: Is that why you threw me out?
Mrs Byatt: You sold my wedding rings to buy dope. You wanted me to throw you out, didn’t you. But hey, that’s over. You’ve come to see my work, I love that. And look, I’m hot! Aren’t you proud of what I’ve done?

She says he has to see her master installation, which is going to make “Damien Hirst want to cut off his dick and pickle it.” For those of you unwares of Damien Hirst, this is another thing he pickled:

Even more disturbing than a giant pickled penis? The fact that Freddie’s penis has gotten to know Cook’s Mother’s hoo-ha. I guess “fuck your mother” is no longer a decent insult for these guys.

My Mom Doesn’t Just Get Around the House, She Gets AROUND the Houseboys

Cook’s so focussed on storming out that he doesn’t notice the power cord running from her major installation and trips on it, blowing the thing up.

I Actually Think It Looks Better This Way

His mother thinks he did it on purpose and chases him out of the gallery. Cook’s so upset that he starts throwing up outside the gallery. This is one of those moments where no matter how you feel about him you’ve gotta feel sorry for him a little. I mean life all around sucks for this dude right now, even if it partially his fault.

Goodbye Love

Cook goes to visit Shanky, the kid he beat up. After stuttering for a few moments, he apologises for beating the shit out of him. Just when we think he went and got himself a conscience, he then asks Shanky if he could tell the court that he has apologised.

Would You Put Judicial Weight On Me?

Shanky: I hope they get you in the showers and fuck you up the ass.

Well then.

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Family Circus

Cook arrives to find Freddie a surprise guest in his living room, and his mother smashed on margaritas and out for his blood.

Mrs Byatt: Well look who it is, the man who has just cost me 90,000 quid. Hello you sweet little turd.

Cook asks where Paddy is, and his mom clearly has no idea. But she thinks that given Cook and Freddie are here, they should all have a party. And what’s a party these days without Rock Band and “The Boys are Back in Town”?

This Can’t Possibly be Product Placement, Right?

His Mom rocks out, tries to smash her tits in Freddie’s face, and then passes out on the ground. I got worried she was dead but I guess they’ve already OD’ed on death this season.

Freddie’s a good friend, only good friends would stick around and pretend like there is nothing wrong with this picture. Freddie and Cook leave mum in the living room and go upstairs to talk about feelings, namely those involving the sex that happened at Cook’s 15th birthday party.

Cook: So you fucked my mum?
Freddie: It wasn’t like that?
Cook: Well tell me then Freds, what the fuck was it like? Hang on, no, don’t answer that shit.
Freddie: It was just a blowjob
Cook: Oh I’m well relieved mate, thank goodness.
Freddie: I’ll make it up to you
Cook: What are you going to do now Freddie? I let you take the one fucking girl I’ve ever loved man. Freddie is there anyone else that I care about that you want to slip one to mate?
Freddie: I’m sorry. ..  I’m sorry.
Cook: It’s fine. It’s sorted. Everything’s cool.
Freddie: Cook, Effy loves me. How can I-
Cook: Stop talking about it!
Freddie: You smashed JJ, Cook.
Cook: Nah. I didn’t.
Freddie: He loves you Cook. But that’s all.

I Love You, Man

Freddie has tears in his eyes, it’s a sweet moment. You can tell that they are serious pros with lots of love.

As he walks out the door he says: “And I love you too. Whatever you’re doing, you can stop. All you’ve gotta do is stop.”

The love is too much for Cook, so he rips his shirt off and aggressively starts pacing and I think he’s also crying.

Little Monster

His moment is interrupted when he hears the police dropping little Paddy off, who has been skipping school and causing trouble because he’s “not a pussy.” Cook’s drunk Mom wants the attention back on her self-destruction so she responds by starting to smash shit up with the guitar from Rock Band.

Mrs Byatt: Everything’s gone wrong since you’ve come back. You’re like an infection.

I guess she’d know, I imagine she’s suffered a few “infections” in her day.

You’ve Got a Fast Car, I’ve Got a Plan to Get Us Out of Here

Cook doesn’t want to stick around and so he steals his mum’s car and his brother and jets, even though it’s past 7pm and his ankle bracelet is alarming the police. Things just get more clever when he smashes up the car and encourages Paddy to help.

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

Once the car is wrecked, they sit back on to the hood to share a moment and also a joint, which would be fine if his brother wasn’t prepubescent.

Cook: I love you. It’s just you and me mate, no-one else understands.
Paddy: Yeah fuck everybody, fuck mum, fuck everybody, everybody else is a fucking tosser, a fucking tosser, I hate them all.

Paddy is kicking on the hood as he cusses and Cook looks shocked at his anger and probably wonders what sort of monster he’s created.

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Repeat, Repeat The Words I Know We Both Said

Emily is asleep in Naomi’s bed while Naomi sits against the wall, watching her and thinking about ahow they are so filled with regret.

Cook’s waiting outside because he needs to speak to her. They put Paddy to sleep on Naomi’s couch and go outside to the park, where they drink in silence til Naomi breaks it. It’s a meeting of the self-destructive, semi-confused souls.

Naomi: We didn’t kill her, you know. She killed herself. It doesn’t help though, I still spend every day feeling like I want to puke.
[Cook nods, he already has puked so at this point it would just be stomach acid]
Cook: How’s Emily?
Naomi: Angry. So lonely. … It all means so much to you doesn’t it.
Cook: What?
Naomi: Life. You just live a bit harder than everyone else does. You splash about, you wallow in it. Like you can’t lose a moment.
Cook: Yeah, I’m well odd.

Naomi leans over and kisses him, first on the cheek and then on the lips. It’s so much more harmless than the preview implicated, which might be why it doesn’t piss me off. I guess you just want to feel something other than what you are feeling, even if that something is “stupid.”

I Just Wanna Feel Something Other Than This

But then Cook pulls away. They have to grow up now and take responsibility for themselves so they won’t lose the people they love!

Cook: The thing is Naomi, when you splash about other people get wet.

Naomi has tears in her eyes. Cook says it’s not like he gives a fuck (assume he’s talking about the kiss could threaten Naomi and Emily’s relationship) but well… this whole jail thing is waking him up to the idea that there are consequences to actions, consequences you can’t change with words later. And maybe it’s not so bad for Naomi to think about that too.

She puts his head on the shoulder an they look onward into the horizon. O Pioneers!

Something About How Pretty the Sunset Is

Cook: For fucks sake I’m never going to get to bone you, am I.
Naomi: No. I love someone.
Cook: You and me both, girl. You and me both.

That means she’s gonna fight to get her girl back. [huge sigh of relief]

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Popped Collar? CHECK.

Cook continues his crime spree by breaking into his public defender’s office. Duncan took Cook’s advice and shaved off the mo, maybe he’ll get to bang Angelina after all.

Duncan: You should get another lawyer, cos I’m pretty bloody shit all round, you know?
Cook: Yeah you’re shit. But you’re my shit.
Duncan: I’m the only lawyer I know with a 100% conviction rate.

Duncan the defender wants to know what Cook’s rebelling about, and Cook says everything. Duncan thinks that it’s easy to put all of your problems on someone else, and that he should tell him something he’s done by himself.

Cook: Last year, I stole my best friends boyfriend, just because I could. And I fucked her mate – best mate – multiple times. Just because I could.
Duncan: What is this, Oprah? Tell me something fucking worthwhile. Come on you dick!

It’s More Like Dr.Phil Actually

Cook: I’m trying to not fucking crack someone. Freddie… I couldn’t stand the way she was fucking looking at him. And I was thinking, why does everyone get to piss on me? Everybody always fucking pisses on me. My fucking mum. My dad is a fucking tosser. And no-one gives a shit. Everyone’s just out for them fucking selves.
Duncan: Grow up. So. Fucking. What.

At this point Cook is distraught, crying… bull/china shop sitch.

This is Defo Not Gonna be Good Will Hunting

Cook: I bashed the shit out of that kid. I fucking kicked the shit out of him and I fucking enjoyed it. I enjoyed it, okay?
Duncan: That’s pretty good.
Cook: Duncan..
Duncan: Yeah kid?
Cook: There’s something else…

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Do the Right Thing

Cook is at the police station, giving his confession. It’s time to turn it all around and be someone worth something! Make it easier for Naomi & Emily to get back together!

Cook: That kid was pestering me, she kept on asking me for MDMA.
Lady Cop: Sophia?
Cook: Yeah. So eventually I gave her some, just to shut her up. And then I didn’t see her again until she fell off the balcony.
Lady Cop: Do you want your lawyer here James?
Cook: No it’s fine. He knows what I’m telling you.
Lady Cop: And no-one else was involved?
Cook: Nope. Nobody but me.

He takes the fall for Naomi, and it all lands him back in a cell, where this episode started.

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Really Shower Gel Probs Works the Best in this Sitch

Bonus, he gets to see Effy all alone, and she’s wearing a leather jacket! She makes a shower-sex joke to break the ice, then proceeds to kick him while he’s down.

Effy: We’re coming to your trial thing tomorrow.
Cook: We?
Effy: Yeah, we. Freddie is worried sick.
Cook: I bet he is. Probably scared I’m gonna get off and steal his woman.
Effy: I love him, Cook. That’s what I came to say.
Cook: How is the love?
Effy: It’s a bit of a headfuck, to be honest. It’s not simple. I know you’d understand that. I’m giving it a go. That’s what I always loved about you, Cook, you’re brave.

Aw. Poor Cook. I just get scared for people who are empty with nothing to rely on. Where’s his little brother, he needs to come in here so we can have a musical sequence.

I’m Coming Around, Coming Around

Cook says nothing and so Effy walks away, but then Cook tells her to tell JJ about the trial.

Still a Chance for Good Will Hunting

It’s trial day! Cook looks nice, he’s all cleaned up. He’s sitting with Dear Duncan, waiting for it to start. “You care,” he teases Duncan. Duncan says he doesn’t care. Still, he probs cares more than a lot of people which I guess is enough this time.

Then, in walks JJ, Effie and Freddie as promised. Judge and Jury as you can see this man has very attractive friends. Please let him out.

Yes, Effy Has Received Several Medals of Honor From Various Wars, What’s it to You?

Then Paddy comes in, trying to fight off security guards to see Cook. Cook tells him he can’t come in, that he needs to be a big man and wait outside. He should’ve said “stay in school!” or something.

Yes, I’m Guilty of This

Cook changes his plea to guilty and gets reprimanded for wasting time. His Mom doesn’t want him and can’t control his behavior (obvi), so a “custodial charge” is unavoidable, also there may be other charges on the horizon. So he’ll be in the court’s care for several months, sentencing hearing set in two weeks.

As Cook walks back to his cell, Paddy chases him wanting to know what’s going on but Cook can’t stop. Effy looks at Cook and nods. I hope that’s a “I’ll get Paddy to school,” nod. As depressing as it is, there’s a bit of solidarity at the end here, which’s refreshing.

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You can view the trailer for episode 404 here.

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