01x08 - Episode 8

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- Ready?

- Yeah.

We'll be fine.

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Check out the poster. Fancy.

Okay.

We're gonna need some drinks.

Thank you so much for coming out tonight

to launch Melissa Baines'
second collection of essays,

Fit for Purpose.

I know I'm biased, but I can promise you
this is a really special book

from one of our foremost writers.

A writer The Irish Times has called,

"Exquisitely irreverent."

Melissa Baines.

Thank you, Lucy. Thank you, everyone.

When my grandfather died...

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Thank you.

So, what do you think?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it was, um--

They look good together, don't they?

- I mean, they're a good-looking couple.

- They look right.

If I was in a burning building
and it was only me, Nick, and Melissa,

he'd save her, wouldn't he?

- I don't know, Frances.

- It's just a hypothetical question.

- Okay, I'm gonna go get a copy.

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- Come here.

- Is it difficult?
- Yes.

- I think so.
- Hi, Frances.

- Hi.
- Hi, lovely.

- Oh, my gosh.

- Hey.
- How are you?

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Well, it's over at least.

Where's Bobbi?

- Uh, she's just buying a copy.

Melissa. That was amazing.

- Thank you.
- More wine?

How are you?

- I'm good, thanks, Ev.
- Thank you.

It's lovely to see you again.

- You too.
- So how have you been?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, man. Great turnout.

Yeah, it's pretty good crowd.

Wine isn't bad either.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Nick, you look so well.

You've still got
that Croatian glow about you.

Melissa seems really happy.

You both do. Well done, man.

- That whole experience.
- Show us some time.

- Where at?
- Hey.

Yeah, more than you think
for that kind of thing.

Put out fliers at school.

Yeah. You should come.

Yeah. Okay.

How many shows do you do?

Can you send me a link or something?

- Yeah, I could send you a link.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Don't f*cking use me, Frances.

For the show,
do you have a link or something?

I don't know...

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Gently, gently, gently, gently.

Oh, hey. Hi.

You're flatmates.

- Uh, yeah.

This is Frances.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, we didn't get
to meet properly. I'm Emer.

Nice to meet you.

I'm just gonna go to bed.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

♪ Peach, Plum, Pear
by Joanna Newsom playing ♪

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♪ We speak in the store,
I'm a sensitive-- ♪

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So you're doing English, right?

Cool.

And, um, are you in players or debating
or anything like that?

- No. Why?

- It's just you had
a photo of you on stage, on your profile.

- Sorry, yeah. Um... I do.

Spoken words, uh...
uh, with my friend sometimes, but, um--

- Well, I quite like
poetry myself, actually.

- Oh, yeah? Okay.

Uh, who are you into?

Well, Heaney, of course.

- Of course.

- And I, I love Yates.

Uh, my grandfather has--

It's like a signed letter
from Yates in his home.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's pretty cool.

- Hmm. If there is one thing
you can say for fascism,

it had some good poets.

- Yeah, well, early Yates
is hardly fascist, is he?

Not like the romantic stuff.

- Do you like any poets
that aren't on the Leaving Cert?

Uh--

And you're studying medicine?

- I am. Yep.

- Have you started doing placement
and stuff like that yet or--

- Placement, yeah.
Uh, yeah, we had a few--

So, you know,
my dog comes bounding on over

to the little dog, the poor lad,

like, his whole face
went completely white,

and... and I was there
just giggling away to myself.

Like, I found the whole thing hilar--

- Where do you live?

- Yeah?

- That looks disgusting.
- Mm.

- So where were you last night then?

You came in late.
- Just in town.

- Who were you out with?
- No one you'd know.

I went on a Tinder date.

- Really?
- Hmm.

- When did you get on Tinder?

What'd you write in your bio?

Okay, it doesn't matter.

It was stupid.

Bobbi brought someone home
after the book launch.

Let's hear about that.
- Oh.

- The bartender.
- Emer.

- She introduced me as her flatmate.
- I did not.

- So how's living with your ex?

- Yeah, well, Frances has
a secret boyfriend, so it's fine.

Oh, yeah?

Who is it?

Was it that Tinder guy?

No?

Alright, rude. Don't tell me.
- I was just joking.

- I'm very confused.

- It's Nick.

- Nick--

What, Melissa's Nick?

Yeah.

- Is this a joke?

- I've been sleeping with Nick.

- Right. Wow. Okay. Uh, he's married.

- Oh, don't be a moralist, Philip.
That's all we need.

Does Melissa know?

Is he gonna leave her?

- I doubt it.

- Didn't think you'd let someone
take advantage of you like that.

That came out wrong.

Hey. Uh, sorry if I sounded judgmental.

I'm just a bit surprised, that's all.

- Yeah, I know, it's fine.

- Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah.

- See you, Bobbi.
- See ya.

Four minutes away.

- Do you think I'm being
taken advantage of, too?

Am I just being a complete f*cking idiot?

- Philip doesn't see the whole picture.

And ultimately, Nick's responsible
for his marriage.

- Thanks for saying that.

- But, Frances?

I don't know, lately I feel like
I'm watching you disappear.

Hey, it's just me.

Just wanted to see
if you wanna come out here tomorrow.

Um, let me know.

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You left early the other night.

- Yeah.

I just had work to do.

And... you were busy with your wife.

- I was.

It was her night.

I know.

She was good.

Yeah, I thought so too.

- I slept with a guy I met on Tinder.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Do you mind?

- You can sleep with other people
if you want to.

I know.

- Who is he?

A med student who loved Yates.

- Is that bad?

- I practically had to stop him from
reciting The Lake Isle of Innisfree.

- Wow, I feel terrible

for you having young men
recite verse to you in bars.

- And the sex wasn't good.

- Well, of course, no one who likes Yates
is actually capable of human intimacy.

- Do you think I'm being superior?

- I don't know, Frances,
I didn't meet him.

Can we go upstairs?

No, you-- You can't do this, Frances.

You can't just take it out on me
whenever you feel bad.

- What am I doing?

- That's not--

How would you feel if I were
sleeping with other women

and then coming to your house
to go on about it?

- You're married.

- Yeah, I know that.
- Jesus.

- Does the fact that I'm married

mean you can just treat me
however you want?

- I can't believe you're acting
like you're the injured party.

You said you were gonna
tell Melissa about us,

what happened to that?

What do you think it's like for me
having to pretend all the time?

- I don't think that part
really bothers you that much.

- Sorry?

- I said that I wanted
to tell her, and I will.

But I think you'd just
like to see us fighting.

- If-if that's what you think of me,
why are we even doing this?

What are you doing?

- I'm getting dressed so I can leave.

Okay.

Frances, look--

The problem
isn't that you're married, Nick!

The problem's that I'm in love with you
and you obviously don't feel the same!

f*ck you.

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♪ Peach, Plum, Pear by Joanna Newsom
playing over earphones ♪

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♪ We speak in the store,
I'm a sensitive bore ♪

♪ You seem markedly more and I'm-- ♪

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♪ We speak in the store,
I'm a sensitive bore ♪

♪ You seem markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise ♪

Bobbi?

♪ But it's late in the day ♪

♪ And you're well on your way ♪

♪ What was golden went gray ♪

♪ And I'm suddenly shy ♪

♪ So, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

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After we broke up,

I didn't cut holes into my skin
like I might have done.

It just didn't seem necessary.

I hurt enough as it was.

And besides, my head was too full of her.

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