Normal People

- What are you doing? - Alan.

I'm going out. It's a fundraiser for the Debs. I'm on the committee.

No one's gonna ask you to the Debs. What's the point?

Maybe I'll go on my own.

And what are you doing at this fundraiser?

- Selling raffle tickets. - You gonna find

some way to humiliate me? I know people there.

Well, you certainly have gone all-out, Marianne.

That's my taxi. See you later.

- When will you be home? - I don't know.

Think they want me to help clean up at the end. Bye.

Hey.

- Whoa. Don't you scrub up well. - You look gorgeous.

- You've certainly gone all-out. - That's exactly what my mother said.

- Would anyone like a drink? - I'll have vodka Coke.

- Thanks. - Where are the lads?

If they don't show up, I will actually murder Connell.

Oh, that dress, Rachel. Hello!

- Lads. About time. - Hey!

How are you, Karen?

- Hi, Rob. - Thanks for coming. Eventually.

- Marianne! Look at you. - Oh, my God.

Great dress. Very sexy.

- Karen. - Yeah?

- Would you like to come and dance? - Yeah.

- Buy you a drink? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Sure.

He's been watching you the whole time.

Oh, thank you for gracing us with your presence.

Thanks for coming back from the dance floor.

- Got one there for you, boss. - Fizzy water.

Are you gonna get back to selling some tickets then, or what?

Ah, do you know what? This fella might buy some tickets off ya.

Ah, man, good.

Ladies, I didn't forget about you, all right?

Absolutely class.

- Look at this dress! Well! - Ah, well.

- Look at that. - How he's gettin' on?

- Good night, yeah? Who's your friend? - That's Marianne Sheridan.

You know her brother, Alan. Alan Sheridan.

Alan! Alan. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I do.

Pat might want to buy some tickets off you.

- Go on, Marianne. - You selling... Are you selling tickets?

- She is, yeah. - I'll tell you what.

I'll buy 10 tickets if you'll have a dance with me.

Well, there's an offer, now.

Look at that, ah? She'll have a dance with me.

- She'll have a dance with me. - I don't want to dance with you.

- Come on, she'll have a dance! - I don't want to fucking dance with you!

- Have a dance... - Get off me!

You're a fucking asshole.

- All right. - I won't have a dance, then.

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

Er, look, that was just a bit of fun.

Pat's actually a sound enough guy, if you get to know him.

It was funny.

Why don't you go and pal around with Pat if you think he's so funny?

- We were all laughing a minute ago. - No, we weren't. You okay?

Ah, you wanna kiss her better, now, do you?

Rach, would you ever just fuck off?

Do you wanna go home?

I'm driving. I can give you a lift, if you want.

All right.

- That's her stuff there. - I'll take those.

Thanks for being so kind, Karen.

Wow. Nothing?

Karen!

You okay?

- I feel like an idiot. - No, you didn't do anything.

Oh, um...

you could come back to mine if you wanted.

Only if you like it.

- Is Lorraine not gonna be there? - She'll probably be in bed.

- What if she's still up? - Oh, she...

She's pretty easy-going with that stuff. Like, I doubt she'll really care.

- She seems like a really good parent. - Yeah. I think so.

She must be proud of you.

You've turned out so well as human being.

- How did I turn out well? - You're a nice person.

Do you know how...

rare that is?

You went out with Rachel before, did you?

Not really.

Did you sleep with her?

I did. Once. Like... last year.

But it wouldn't be the kind of thing where, like...

feelings would be involved, so.

And what about with me?

Would you say your... feelings are involved?

Obviously.

Who is it obvious to?

- Connell? - Yeah?

You'd never hit a woman, would you?

- God, no. Why would you ask that? - I don't know.

My dad used to hit my mum.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

Did he ever hit you?

No.

Look, I would never hurt you, okay?

You make me really happy.

I love you.

I do. I'm... not just saying that, Marianne. I really do.

- What? What? - Fuck.

- I thought I'd set an alarm. - Aah.

- I'll drop you home. - No, she'll recognize your car.

- I'll get a cab. - Oh, fuck.

- Hello, sweetheart. - Hi.

Sorry, I'm, um, I'm just going. It's...

All right, what's so funny?

Did you think I didn't know?

Well, I knew someone was coming over here in the afternoons,

and I do work in her house.

Yeah, well, you're hardly gonna tell anybody, are you?

Why shouldn't I tell anyone?

Because... that would cause a fair bit of annoyance for me.

And, uh, for Marianne. Yeah.

Does Marianne have a boyfriend or something?

- No. - Jesus, I don't wanna know.

I won't be gossiping about your sex life, Connell.

- You've no worries there. - Ah.

And here he is.

Have you been ignoring me all fucking weekend?

Did you get the ride the other night or what?

- Right. - I heard you looked

very cozy heading off together.

Ah, the whole school is talking about it.

Come on. Did anything happen? Be honest.

- Don't be thick. - I wouldn't hold it

against you if you did. She's not a bad-looking girl.

When she makes a massive fucking effort.

- Yeah, she's just mentally deranged. - You're all being so nasty.

What's she ever done to you?

I think actually the real question is what she's done to Waldron.

Hiding in his locker, there.

- Come on, spit it out. - You shifted her.

- No. - Well, I feel sorry for her.

Yeah? Oh, me, too.

No, I think you should make it up to her, Connell. Cheer her up.

- I think you should ask her to the Debs. - Good idea.

Go on. Off you go. Get to work.

- Hiya. - Hi, lads. Hiya.

He's coming over.

- Great. - Can I have a word?

Right.

Uh, look, I'm, a... sorry about the other night.

- You telling me to fuck off, you mean? - Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

I'm sure Marianne was delighted. She's obviously in love with you.

I don't know about that. It's nothing to do with me.

So you're saying there's nothing going on there?

Yeah.

Didn't look that way.

- You acted like a complete weirdo. - Yeah. I know.

Listen,

can I ask you something?

Yeah.

So I, uh...

I asked Rachel to the Debs today.

It's not... not a big deal or anything. Just thought you should know, so...

Yeah. And, uh... eh, just wanted to let you know it's not romantic or anything.

We're just friends.

- Like we're just friends? - No, that's... That's different.

- Are you sleeping with her? - No.

- Sure. When would I have the time? - Would you like to?

Not hugely gone on the idea, myself.