[indistinct chatter]
ERIC: It's a simple game.
You have 15 players. Give one of them the ball,
get it into the net.
CONNELL: Very simple. ‐ Isn't it?
‐ Oh, what? ‐ Oh.
‐ Brilliant.
ERIC: How's it going, Rachel?
Talking tactics, there, for the game.
‐ We're getting a master class.
‐ How incredibly boring of you.
‐ Yeah.
Did you get your hair done? RACHEL: I did, yeah.
ERIC: It's very pretty.
RACHEL: Thanks.
Can I use my locker, by any chance? ‐ Yeah.
‐ Yeah, I sort of need you to move, Connell.
‐ Oh, sorry. Excuse me.
[both chuckle]
‐ "Uh, sorry. Ex‐squeeze me."
‐ All right, relax, will ya?
MR. KERRIGAN: But you know that's important.
Because it's turned up in the exam twice out of the last three years.
[trees rustling]
Marianne?
‐ Yeah?
‐ Something outside caught your attention?
‐ I suppose so.
MR. KERRIGAN: Eyes forward, okay?
‐ I wasn't aware my eye line fell under the jurisdiction of school rules.
ROB: Here we go. Jesus. ‐ Trying to impress your classmates?
They don't look too impressed to me.
‐ I'm pretty sure I was just looking out the window.
‐ Come on, Sheridan.
MR. KERRIGAN: If you're staring out the window daydreaming,
then you're not learning, are you, Marianne?
‐ Don't hurt yourself. I have nothing to learn from you.
[soft shocked laughter]
‐ Okay, in that case, principal's office.
‐ Yeah. I might go there.
Or I might just head home.
It's not really your business what I do, is it?
ERIC: Don't worry, sir. She's a psycho to everybody.
MR. KERRIGAN: Do you want to follow her, Folan?
[birds chirping]
[car approaching]
[car door closes]
[doorbell rings]
MARIANNE: Hey. ‐ Hey.
‐ Come on in. Your mum's in the kitchen.
LORRAINE: Hey, love.
Marianne was telling me you got your mock results back today.
CONNELL: Uh, just English.
They come back separately.
LORRAINE: I hear you did very well.
‐ He did. CONNELL: Yeah, well...
Marianne did pretty good, too.
Can we go?
‐ Didn't realize we were in a rush.
Just put these away, and then we'll be off.
Immediately, okay? ‐ Mm‐hmm.
[sniffs]
‐ Do you want some? ‐ N‐no thanks.
‐ Didn't you get French back today? ‐ Yesterday.
Yeah.
Got an A1.
What'd you get in German?
‐ Are you bragging?
[Connell chuckles]
‐ Got an A1.
‐ Ah, you're gonna get 600, are ya?
‐ You probably will.
‐ Yeah, well, you're smarter than me, so...
‐ Smarter than everyone.
‐ Ah, well, you're not top of the class in English.
‐ Maybe you should give me grinds, Connell.
[chuckles]
LORRAINE: Good to go? ‐ Yeah.
Oy.
MARIANNE: Thanks for everything, Lorraine.
LORRAINE: Tell your mum I'll clean upstairs tomorrow.
♪ melancholy music ♪
♪
[birds chirping]
LORRAINE: Did you rob the place?
‐ What?
‐ The quick getaway.
You could have said goodbye. ‐ I did.
‐ She doesn't exactly have an easy time of it, Connell.
You could try being a bit nicer to her.
‐ I am nice to her.
‐ She's actually a very sensitive person.
‐ Oh, look. Can we talk about something else, please?
♪
[indistinct chatter]
‐ You enjoying your book there, Marianne?
[chuckles] I said, are you enjoying your book?
‐ You're not getting distracted by the fuckin' window, are you?
[all snickering]
RACHEL: That is absolutely tragic. [laughter]
COACH: That's it, that's it, Connell. That's it.
‐ Right. Let's focus it. Yeah. Here.
COACH: Beautiful. Keep it going, boys. Fast, fast, fast.
[rubbing fabric]
‐ Sorry. Am I disturbing you, Marianne?
‐ No.
[dryer whirring]
‐ If I knew what I wanted to study, I'd obviously tell you.
LORRAINE: Well, you must have some idea.
‐ No. I know what I don't want to study, but that's about it.
‐ Jesus, how long is that list?
‐ Fairly long. [chuckles]
‐ That's a great way to decide, Connell.
Rule out marine biology and astrophysics,
and all the rest till you're left with one.
‐ I could be a marine biologist.
‐ Yeah, that sounds like your area of interest, all right.
You've not got long. Forms are due soon. ‐ Yeah. I'm aware.
[door closes]
DENISE: Is this just out?
‐ About five minutes ago.
Made some salad.
‐ Could you not have drawn the curtains, Marianne?
‐ It's literally only just getting dark.
‐ You've got the heating on full and the curtains wide open.
[wine pouring]
‐ Did you have a good day?
‐ Depends on what you mean by good.
You can get rid of one client and another one arrives.
‐ Isn't that good business?
‐ Yes.
Where's your brother?
Don't shrug, Marianne.
‐ I don't know. I haven't seen him.
‐ And how was school? ‐ Okay.
Got some results back.
Mocks. ‐ And?
‐ Good.
[door opens] ‐ Good.
[door closes]
ALAN: Is there any food?
DENISE: Your sister's reheated a lasagna.
‐ Oh, good effort, Marianne.
‐ How was your day? ‐ All right.
Not too busy.
DENISE: You out this evening?
‐ Yeah.
'Cause I got this thing called a social life.
‐ Right.
‐ You know, like, actual friends.
‐ Lucky you.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Fermanagh now completing the list of qualifiers.
Draw for the next round will be held on Thursday.
Finally, at the Cricket World Cup today, it's the semi‐final clash, as India...
[continues indistinctly] [phone jingling]
‐ Hello? GER [over phone]: Alan, it's Ger. How's it going?
‐ Good, yeah. ‐ Uh, listen, I'm after missing the bus,
and I hate to ask you, but any chance of a lift in?
‐ Yeah, no bother at all, man. You at the house, eh?
I'll swing around for you now. ‐ Oh, thank you so much.
‐ Sound. Stall it there. I'll see you in a few. ‐ Yeah, oh, you're a star.
[rain pouring]
‐ What are you doing?
ALAN: Uh, did you not hear that entire call?
I have to go pick up Ger out in Garryduff. You hop out here.
‐ Are you serious? I'll get drenched.
‐ Right. Shit buzz for you, pal.
Maybe you should learn to drive.
Go on.
[seat belt clicks]
[rain pouring]
[groans]
MS. NEARY: "It was sliding beneath the big, black wave.
"Another and another.
‐ Then I was back in it. The war was‐‐" [door opens]
Class begins at nine, Marianne.
MARIANNE: Yeah. Thanks for that.
‐ Excuse me?
‐ Can you just give me a detention and move on?
[class chuckling and chattering]
‐ Quiet.
"Then I was back in it.
"The war was on outside,
in Worcester, Massachusetts..."
[indistinct chatter]
‐ I'm having people over Friday, after the match.
Come celebrate, or drown your sorrows.
Whatever.
‐ Yeah. Sounds good.
‐ What happened to you this morning, Marianne?
You're looking a bit on the drowned rat side.
‐ Thanks, yeah. It was raining.
‐ You should have brought an umbrella.
‐ Good advice.
‐ You strip off in the toilets to dry yourself again?
‐ Not this time. No. Why?
Would you like an invitation next time?
ERIC: [mocking]: "Just give me detention,
and move on." [chuckling]
ROB: That was a good one. MARIANNE: Glad you enjoyed it.
ROB: The shit you get away with 'cause you're smart.
‐ I understand you're at a disadvantage there, Rob.
‐ Fuck off. [chuckling]
[snickering]
‐ Hey.
You're not heading home, no?
‐ I did actually get a detention.
‐ Sorry.
‐ Technically, I requested it.
‐ You were fairly harsh on Kerrigan the other day, as well.
He's actually pretty decent.
I don't know why you had to have such a go at him.
‐ I object to every thought or action, or...
feeling of mine being policed like we're in some authoritarian fantasy.
‐ Well, it's not that, though, is it? It's just school.
It's the same for everybody. It's not unique for you.
‐ You try to act like we're friends,
but you know you're not that kind of person.
‐ I'm not acting.
Maybe I am that kind of person.
‐ Why are you talking to me, then?
‐ Yeah.
‐ What was Ms. Neary talking to you about after class?
‐ Oh, don't know. Uh...
getting out of class early for training or something.
‐ She must find training highly amusing, then.
‐ Well.
‐ Does she fancy you or something?
‐ Why'd you say that?
‐ God, you're not having an affair with her, are you?
‐ Please. You think it's funny joking about stuff like that, do you?
‐ Sorry. ‐ People going at me like I fancy her. I‐‐
I don't fancy her.
‐ Well...
maybe it's because you blush a lot when she talks to you.
‐ Aah.
‐ But you know, you blush at everything.
‐ Thanks.
‐ Guess you have one of those complexions.
‐ Great.
‐ You're blushing right now, actually.
‐ Yeah. I'm aware.
‐ Sorry.
I don't want to get into a fight with you or anything.
‐ [chuckles] We're not fighting.
‐ I know you... probably hate me.
But you're the only person who actually talks to me.
‐ I never said that I hated you.
‐ Well...
I like you.
‐ Oh.
Got to head to training, so, uh...
‐ Good luck at the match tomorrow.
‐ Thanks.
TEACHER: Marianne, you gonna join us?
Come on, lads. In you go.
[indistinct chatter and yelling]
[crowd yelling]
COACH: Keep going, keep going.
[players yelling]
[cheering and yelling]
[yelling]
‐ Come on, sink his ass!
‐ Fuck! [crowd groaning]
♪ soft music ♪
♪
[grunts]
‐ Push through it, Kiernan! ‐ Come on!
‐ Score!
[yelling]
♪
‐ Yeah! [crowd cheering]
[whistle blows] ‐ Yeah!
‐ Fuck, we did it!
Fuck! [laughs]
‐ Come on!
[crowd clapping and cheering]
[both yelling]
[cheering and clapping]
[whistling]
‐ Grand. ‐ Good lad.
[indistinct chatter]
[cheering and whistling continues]
BOY: Woo!
♪
[seat belt jangling]
[doorbell rings]
LORRAINE: You're early. Come on in.
Have a bit do, yet. ‐ Grand.
‐ Quick as I can.
[door closes] No, not in there.
I've just finished mopping.
And well done, man of the match.
Marianne told me.
‐ Did she? ‐ She did.
[birds singing]
‐ You played well today.
‐ Oh, thanks.
That's nice of you.
‐ I can be nice. ‐ I know you can.
You know, the way you are in school,
I don't think you're like that, really.
‐ What am I like, really?
‐ Ah.
‐ You can borrow it, if you like.
‐ Oh, I‐‐ I actually read it already. I don't know why I picked it up.
‐ Any good? ‐ Yeah. I liked it.
You‐‐ You'd like it, actually.
It's got a lot about feminism, and all that.
‐ Do your friends know you read so much?
‐ Yeah, they wouldn't really be interested in all that stuff.
‐ You mean they're not interested in the world around them?
‐ Eh, not in the same way that we would be,
but they have their own interests, I suppose.
‐ Right. Like, uh,
bragging about who they're having sex with.
‐ Yeah. They can do a bit of that.
I'm‐‐ I'm not defending it.
‐ Doesn't it bother you?
‐ Most of it wouldn't.
And then they do some stuff that's a bit over the line,
and that would bother me, obviously, but...
they're my friends at the end of the day. It's different for you.
‐ Why is it different? [Connell scoffs]
CONNELL: You know, um...
You were saying the other day that you like me.
B‐by the photocopier, you said it.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Yeah. Did you mean "like" as...
a friend, or what?
‐ No.
Not just as a friend. ‐ Yeah.
I thought that might be implied. I just... wasn't sure.
[clears throat] See, I'm...
just a little confused about what I feel, I think.
Uh, it'd be awkward in school if something happened with us.
‐ No one would have to know.
[Connell grunts softly]
That was nice.
[chuckles] ‐ What, what are you laughing for?
‐ Nothing.
‐ Well, you're acting like you've never been kissed before.
‐ [chuckles] I haven't.
[both laughing softly]
LORRAINE: Connell. CONNELL: Uh...
Don't tell anybody in school about this, all right?
‐ Like I talk to anyone at school. [scoffs]
[sighs]
[door closes]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
‐ Yeah, I'll pop in for a bit, all right. ‐ See ya in there.
‐ Yeah, busy. Yeah. See you inside, all right?
[people chatting] [bass pounding softly]
‐ All right?
How's things, boss? Keeping well, yeah?
‐ All right. Thanks.
[crowd yelling and cheering]
ROB: Come here to me. Fair play to ya.
‐ Man of the hour! CONNELL: Ah, no, not really.
‐ Thought you'd change your mind.
‐ Oh. ‐ Well, I'm glad you're here.
Shots.
Go on, get that into ya. ‐ Cheers. All right.
‐ Cheers!
ALL: Cheers!
[all cheering]
[distant dog barking]
[indistinct chatter]
‐ How's the craic, Waldron? ‐ All right.
‐ You were on form on Friday.
So you were feelin' it, were you?
‐ He was almost as drunk as Rachel.
‐ Fuck off, Rob. You passed out in a hedge.
ROB: That, I did. It was a good night.
GIRL: From what I can remember. RACHEL: It was a good night.
Hey. ‐ All right.
ERIC: Waldron? ‐ Yeah.
ERIC: Have you got that French homework, there?
‐ Yeah, I do. Yeah. ‐ Can I get it off you before break?
‐ Give it to you now. I have it handy.
‐ You're a lifesaver, man.
‐ Throw it back to me, yeah? ‐ Yeah.
[backpack zipping]
[birds chirping]
♪ soft music ♪
♪
[brakes squealing]
[insects chittering]
[car approaching]
♪
‐ Hiya.
MARIANNE: Your mum's not here. ‐ Yeah, um...
Can I come in?
Thanks.
You're not busy or anything, no?
‐ No, I'm just...
Are you going to start kissing me again?
‐ [moans softly] Can we take our clothes off?
‐ [chuckles] No.
Not here. It's...
Uh...
Got a free house on Saturday.
You could come over then, if you wanted to.
‐ Will anyone else be there?
‐ No.
‐ Are you sure we can't take our clothes off?
‐ Oh, no. Yeah. [chuckles]
I said I'd take Lorraine to the shops, and this is, uh...
[Connell sighs]
MARIANNE: You were tempted, though, for a second.
‐ Not really.
‐ You were tempted.
I tempted you.
‐ So you'll come on Saturday?
♪ "Warped Window" by Anna Mieke ♪
‐ ♪ I have been wandering ♪
♪ Long ♪
♪ Came across your, oh so delicate ♪
♪ Delicate frame ♪
♪ Brittle boned you sat ♪
♪ Crouched and decayed ♪
♪
MARIANNE: Everyone's a mystery, in a way.
I mean, you can never really know another person.
CONNELL: Do you actually think that, though?
♪
Do your friends know about us, that we were together?
MARIANNE: No.
No one would have to know.
CONNELL: I just like talking to you.
MARIANNE: How do you know what you want?
‐ Most of the time, I don't have a clue.
‐ What about now?
I feel nothing for you. Nothing.
‐ Why are you saying this?
It's funny.
The decisions you make when you like someone,
and then your whole life is different.
MARIANNE: It's not like this with other people.
♪