Ah...
Argh.
It was like fuckin' school again. We got so wrecked.
You should have come. It was a good night.
Proper laugh.
Erm, so, look, I, erm...
I'm not going to be here for the summer.
I, erm...
I can't pay the rent and, erm...
..and Niall's going to sublet the room, so...
..I'll have to move out.
When?
Erm, pretty soon. Next week, maybe.
So you'll be going back to Sligo, then?
I mean, erm...
..I guess...
I guess you'll want to see other people or, erm...?
I guess so, yeah.
Connell Waldron. Ah, Miss Neary.
Oh, my God, would you not call me that?
I haven't seen you since school.
Ah, it's weird... seeing you.
Good weird.
Ooh.
You're so fuckin' hard.
What?
Do you want to come back to my place?
Oh... I'm going to be sick.
What?
Mm. Erm...
..I should go.
CONNELL'S VOICE: So I guess we should see other people.
I guess so.
SOMBRE MUSIC
You didn't tell me you were in town.
Yeah.
Look, I thought you'd text when you were home.
It feels a bit weird running into you with no warning or anything.
Warning? You know what I mean.
I'm just back for the weekend.
It's my father's anniversary mass.
I'm sorry.
Can I come?
Obviously, if you don't want me to, I won't, but I'd like to.
Sorry. No?
OK.
You're with Jamie now, I hear.
He always liked you.
What about you?
You seeing anyone? No. Not at the minute.
Embracing the single lifestyle. Yeah.
You know me.
I did once.
Look, if you don't want to be friends, that's fine.
I'd just rather know so we can...
Of course I want to be friends.
OK.
Do you want to come in?
For, like, a tea or...
I can't. I've got shopping in the back.
Thanks for the lift.
Length of days is not what makes age honourable,
nor number of years the true measure of life.
Understanding.
This is man's grey hairs.
Untarnished life.
This, his ripe old age.
He has sought to please God...
..so God has loved him.
As he was living among sinners,
he has been taken up.
He has been carried off so that evil may not warp his understanding
or treachery seduce his soul.
For the fascination of evil throws good things into the shade.
You didn't need to run.
Ah, my bus got caught in traffic.
Some protest.
Got you a coffee.
Thanks.
How are you feeling about Schols?
How are YOU feeling about them, Connell?
How am I feeling about my entire future being potentially
secure or mind-numbingly difficult?
Yeah, it's...
..casual.
How's Jamie?
Be nice if you guys could actually be civil.
Ah, I'm civil.
You could just, like... try not to intimidate him quite so much.
Are you telling him not to intimidate me?
As if, Connell.
He's barely my height.
I'm not sure intimidation is strictly limited to height, though.
From where he's standing,
you're the tall guy who used to fuck his girlfriend.
Right.
Is that how you describe me to all your friends?
The tall guy who fucked you.
Pretty sure we fucked each other.
We had mutual, equally involved kind of sex.
It's different...
..with Jamie.
How d'you mean?
Do you want to hear about this?
He's into pain.
Like, inflicting it.
Turns out he's a bit of a sadist.
HE CHUCKLES
Are you serious?
Just during sex, that is.
Not arguments.
Your face!
And you're into that, are you?
Yeah.
You're so shocked.
We really don't have to talk about this.
What does he do to you?
Specifically?
Slaps me,
uses a belt,
things like that.
Right.
Sounds fucking horrible.
It's not.
It's just different.
You never said any of this to me when we were...
Well, it was different with you.
Things were different.
Right.
Didn't have to play any games with you.
It was just real.
With Jamie... I don't know...
..it's a bit like I'm acting a part.
I just pretend to feel a certain way.
Like I'm in his power.
But with you, I actually had those feelings.
I'd have done anything you wanted me to.
Anyway...
..how are you?
JAMIE GRUNTS
SHE GASPS
JAMIE MOANS
APPLAUSE
The English scholars are...
..Marion Pickard...
CHEERING
..David Sexton...
..Aisling Tobin...
CHEERING
..Connell Waldren...
Fucking yes, mate.
Fucking right, you absolute fucking nerd.
Fucking five years' free tuition, free accommodation.
Five years, you jammy fucker.
Unreal, man.
..and Mairead Button.
The history and politics scholar is...
..Marianne Sheridan.
CHEERING
Yes!
Travelling from west to east is literally like crossing a border
into a completely different city, it's totally surreal.
I mean, I've been, so I... I get it.
Yeah, because everyone has been to fucking Berlin, Peggy.
You're making out like you just got back from Syria.
Marianne's not been to Berlin, I'm explaining for her benefit.
They don't let people from Connacht travel that far.
Extremely hilarious. Yeah, and Marianne has been to Berlin.
Does anyone want more food?
Yeah, it's so good.
Joanna cooked it.
Yeah, I can make, like, one thing.
Anyway, should we do a fucking toast or something?
To the cleverest history and politics student
Trinity has ever known. Hear, hear!
Stop it. Yeah, yeah, don't mind fucking me.
Mmm, we won't. Poor Peggy.
It's fine, I never studied.
To Marianne. To Marianne!
To Marianne.
To the cleverest girl in Trinity.
Jesus, stop it, please.
PHONE RINGS Oh, thank God.
Potato me.
Eat up.
Hello.
Oh, hi.
CHATTERING IN BACKGROUND
What? Are you OK?
Where are you?
Jesus Christ, Connell.
I know, it's fine. It's... It's not as bad as it looks.
Thank you.
Thanks.
What happened?
Oh, just this lad.
Asked for my wallet.
Should've handed it over, but I said no, and he hit me in the face.
I'm fine.
Your phone number was the only one I knew off by heart.
I'm really sorry.
I'm really drunk.
How drunk? Well, I've been out since they announced Schols, so...
Right.
Do I still have pupils?
Just about.
They're huge.
They always get like that when I see you anyways.
Ah. Hm. Mm.
You must be drunk.
What d'you mean?
Jamie's downstairs.
Oh.
Yeah, maybe I'll just go back out and get punched in the face again.
LAUGHING: It really wasn't that bad. Connell.
Ah, fucking lowlife scum.
What?
Fucking lowlife scum.
Well, that's quite the welcome, Jamie.
You know, we can't... we can't all be the spawn of millionaires.
LAUGHING
Yeah, well, I was talking about the dickhead who robbed you
to buy drugs, obviously. Drugs?
Yeah, well, he's hardly using your cash
to buy loaves of bread for his kids.
Be up his nose or in a needle, won't it?
Looks pretty bad, Connell, you OK?
It's not as bad as it looks.
PEGGY: OK, I mean, will we get going or...?
You're such a sweetheart, Peggy.
He just said he was fine. I am.
Thanks. I'll join you in a bit.
Get this one cleaned up first.
JAMIE: Well, they stop letting in at 12. Well, I'm pretty tired anyways.
You go.
Call you tomorrow.
Right.
If you're sure?
OK.
Thanks for dinner, mate. PHILIP: Thanks, Marianne.
Thank you, it was delicious.
SOPHIE: And congratulations again, Marianne. You, too, Connell.
JOANNA: Yeah, congrats, Connell. Thanks. Feel better.
Come on, you guys.
Connell.
Jamie.
You could have a different boyfriend, you know?
I mean, guys are consistently falling in love with you,
from what I hear.
Stop that.
Tea?
People love you or hate you.
Right.
You don't hate me.
No.
No, I'm immune to you.
Because I knew you before...
..in school.
When I was ugly and pathetic?
No.
You were never ugly or pathetic.
I'd rather literally anyone else, Marianne.
I'd rather the lad that mugged me was your boyfriend.
Why do you care?
Do you love him?
We don't talk about that, do we?
Thought that stuff was off limits for us.
All right, OK.
You know, I probably should've mentioned this before,
but I've been seeing someone.
Been with her a while. Yeah.
Should've mentioned it before, but then again,
I feel like we've hardly seen each other.
Barely spent any time together, and...
Yeah, her name's Helen Brophy.
I don't know if you know her. She studies medicine.
Why were you trying to get me to break up with Jamie?
No, I'm not.
I'm not. I just want you to be happy, is all.
Cos you're such a good friend, is it?
Yeah.
Mm-hm, yeah, I... I mean, I think I...
SHE SOBS Jesus, Marianne.
I feel awful, I'm sorry, I should've said it before.
I don't want to talk to you, Connell. Just leave.
Please, can you just go? Yeah.
SHE SOBS
Look, I'm really sorry to have to ask, it's just I... I can't get home.
Erm...
..would I be able to borrow the money like you said? Oh, God.
Sorry.
Managed to forget you'd been beaten up somehow. I...
Yeah.
Mm.
Here.
Thanks.
Erm...
You know...
..I don't know what happened with us last summer.
Like when I had to go home and that.
See, I... I kind of hoped that I would've been able to stay here.
That you would've let me.
Yeah, I just don't really know what happened between us, to be honest.
You said you wanted to see other people.
No.
I thought you were breaking up with me.
You never said anything about wanting to stay here. I...
That would've been...
Always.
Obviously.
Right, well, I should go. I'm...
Have a good night, Marianne.
♪ We brought this on
♪ Resisting
♪ Dead or alive
♪ We're missing
♪ Don't ask why
♪ I close my eyes
♪ Something inside insisting
♪ Better go Just listen
♪ Take my life
♪ This is the place I met you
♪ Say I'm found. ♪