Marianne and Connell - Their Full Story [Normal People]

Hey. Come on in. Your mum's in the kitchen. Can we go? Didn't realise we were in a rush. Just put these away, and then we'll be off. What you are in school, I don't think you're like that really. What am I like really? Class begins at nine, Marianne. Thanks for that. Excuse me? Can you just give me a detention and move on? You're friends now? 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? Not in the same way that we would be, but they have their own interests, I suppose. I know you probably hate me, but you're the only person who actually talks to me. I never said that I hated you. You were saying the other day that you like me. I like you. Did you mean like as a friend or what? No. Not just as a friend. I thought that might be implied, I just wasn't sure. See, I'm just a little confused about what I feel. I think it'd be awkward in school if something happened with us. I said are you enjoying your book? You're not getting distracted by the ******* window, are you? No one would have to know. That was nice. What are you laughing for? Nothing. Are you acting like you've never been kissed before? I haven't. You have a lot of posters. You don't? Too cool? I don't think cool is the first word most people would associate with me. Just because I don't give my opinion on everything all the time. You never give an opinion about anything. Never. You just always know what you think. I don't like that. You must know what you feel, though. No. Then how do you know what you want? I don't. You fancy coming to the devs with me? No. Oh? Oh, you think you're too good for me, do you? Yeah, pretty much. What about now? Sure, the whole devs thing's a joke, anyway. Don't know why they still do it. You went out with Rachel before, didn't you? Not really. Is he with her? He is. But it wouldn't be the kind of thing where, like, your feelings would be involved, so... And what about with me? Would you say your feelings are involved? Obviously. Well, is it obvious to you? I asked Rachel to the devs today. 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 will I have the time? Would you like to? Not hugely gone on the idea myself. Don't think I'm really that insatiable. Do I already have you? Just think, if you still have a thing for her, you should tell me. And if I did, I would, but I don't. You're saying that's what the issue is, but I don't really think that's what's going on here. You should go. I know it's late to be calling and all that, and I know you probably don't want to talk to me or anything, but I was just calling to say that I miss you. Don't really know what to say other than the fact that I miss you, and I really love you, Marianne, and... Marianne, there's someone I want you to meet. This is Conall. Conall Waldron? From beyond the grave. We were at school together. Hey. You look really well. I know. It's classic me. Came to college and got pretty. No, you were always pretty. Very pretty. You know, um... You're... You're beautiful. Oh? I've missed you. Yeah. Yeah, you too. Thinking, um... That I've missed having you in my life. And that maybe it would be nice to, like, um... Have you in it again? You weren't really replying to my texts at the time, so... Felt somewhat abandoned, Conall. Yeah, I felt a bit abandoned myself, didn't I? You disappeared. The Rachel thing, uh... Wasn't serious or anything. That's not really why I left school. Right. More of a last straw sort of thing. I know we've not, uh... We haven't really done the whole, um, friendship thing. But, um... I guess I was just wondering if we could. Sounds good. Okay. Do your friends know about us? What happened in school? No. You smell like perfume. Yeah, well, uh... Theresa's not actually at the party. So... I wouldn't be embarrassed if they found out. That we were... Together in school or whatever. Yeah. Why? Because it was humiliating. You mean the way I treated you? Yeah. Just the fact that I put up with it. You like her better than me. No. To be honest, I don't really know her that well, so... Marianne, I... I really am sorry. Let's go upstairs. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah, we actually are upstairs, Marianne. Thank you. You know I really love you, don't you? Oh. Hi. Thanks. I can't pay the rent. It's gonna sublet the room, so... I'll have to move out. Your father was the only one I knew off my earth. I'm really sorry. I'm really drunk. So you'll be going back to Sligo, then? I guess. I guess you'll want to see other people, or... I guess so. Yeah. Do I still have pupils? Just about. They're huge. They always get like that when I see them, anyway. Ah. Mm-hmm. You must be drunk. You know, uh... 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 have been able to stay here. That you would have let me. Yeah, I... I just, uh... I don't really know what happened between us, to be honest. Hello. Hi. You never said anything about wanting to stay here. I... That would have been always... You said you wanted to see other people. I thought you were breaking up with me. How's Jamie? Nice of you guys to actually be civil. Hello. Hey, buddy. You all right, Jamie? Yeah, not a bad thing. I try not to intimidate him quite so much. Are you telling him not to intimidate me? As if. Come on. We should go to Venice while you're here. It's only a couple of hours on the train. Oh, that would be perfect. I've never been. Shocker. Uh, you'd like to Google now? Hmm? There's a painting there by Duchamp. Sad young man on a train. I know, it's a cliche, but honestly... You could stand in front of it for a whole day. Is that how you think about me, or... Just my taste. It's just a really good painting. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I can't make people love me. You're still, uh, really delicious. Lots of people love you, Marianne, okay? Your family and friends love you. Listen! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! It's okay. It's alright. Last time I was home... My brother said he wished I was dead. He said no one would miss me. Because I'm entirely unloved. I feel so not myself at the moment. Not in a bad way. I just feel outside of my own life, somehow. Sometimes someone will make eye contact with me. Like a bus conductor, or a person looking for change. And I'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me. And there's something comforting about it. Something good about feeling sort of numb. Detached from it all. Well done, Liam. Yeah, right? Yeah. Too much? No. It's so nice. Proper Christmas. Slowly. I've been thinking about New York. The offer. It's from this university in New York. A free place on their MFA creative writing programme. I didn't even know you'd applied. I suppose you didn't mention it. It's such a long shot. What about it? I just... Keep imagining you being there. Writing. I'm not going. Okay. Would you come with me? We could be there together. And you could study, or work, and... Why? Stay here. I want to live the life I'm living. I love you. I love you too. I'd miss you too much. I'd be sick. You've done... So much. For one another. You know I love you. I have never wanted to do the same way for anyone else. I don't.