See you.
What a view!
That is real nice.
Race you to the top.
Connell? Yeah, come on!
Knock yourself out.
Too slow.
Jesus.
Mm-hm.
Think we'll get our own rooms?
Are we early? Pretty sure we're late.
The backpackers are here. Wahey!
Come in.
So good to see you. You, too.
Fuckin' hell, this place, man. It's alright, isn't it?
Hey. It is amazing.
Come through. They're all out back. Grazie!
Looks nice.
DISTANT VOICES
Can I get you something to drink?
A glass of water would be grand. Thanks.
It's a nice place.
It's very quiet.
Hello.
Hi.
There she is. Hey.
Hi. It's so nice to see you. You, too.
Thanks so much for having us. This place is incredible.
How was your journey? You must be tired.
No, not at all. We slept the whole way.
Really? No, Niall slept the whole way.
We're going to make dinner. Amazing.
I'm cooking. You should be very excited. I properly am.
I'll show you where you're sleeping.
Then you can have a drink or a walk or a shower!
Ha, right! Sorry about that.
Whatever you like.
FAINT CHATTER
No, I'm not having this argument. ..if you'd have just...
Connell, you made it.
You all right, Jamie?
Yeah, not bad, thanks.
Can I get you a drink? I'd take a beer if you had one.
Good summer?
Yeah, good. You?
Yeah, it was all right, thanks.
Thanks.
Marianne, is there a Wi-Fi code I could grab? Sure.
It's on the thingy - the box in the hall. Thanks.
It's not brilliant. Did you want to make a call or...?
Erm, Helen. Yeah, I said I would when I got here.
I doubt you'll get Skype working.
Phone signal's best in the garden, up by the pool. Thanks.
Do you want me to help with dinner or...? No.
Thanks.
HELEN: Is it nice there?
Mm-hm.
Is it huge? Has she got a mansion in every country?
Ah, I wouldn't call it a mansion. It's, erm...
..certainly a step up from hostels.
What's the plan, then? You out partying in the local village?
Don't think so. I think we're just going to have dinner here.
What are you having?
Don't know. I, erm...
I saw some figs.
That's classic Marianne.
Figs. Of course she's serving you figs in her Italian mansion.
Are there artichokes as well? Mm-hm. Think so.
I hope you have fun.
I miss you.
I miss you too, Helen.
Bye.
How was Helen?
Good. Yeah, good.
Says hi. Oh... Hi.
And Jamie?
What about him?
You want a "hi" from Jamie? CONNELL LAUGHS
He's sleeping.
You want me to give you a hand?
Done. Shelled every one of these fuckers.
Congratulations.
THEY CHUCKLE
I was going to bike to the shop for some bits. Do you want to come?
Yeah, well, if there's a bike I can borrow.
Jamie's will do.
I'll, erm... I'll raise the saddle a bit.
A lot. THEY CHUCKLE
THEY LAUGH
Right, go, go. Wooo!
This is amazing.
Woo!
♪ Shape pomegranate hips
♪ Girls
♪ Like handkerchiefs
♪ All unfurl
♪ Your life's a dandelion whirl
Don't be an eejit, Connell.
♪ From the window, every colour swirls
♪ With my blue bird heart, I'm a singing girl... ♪
Grazie.
Grazie mille. Grazie. Arrivederci. Ciao. Ciao. Arrivederci.
CHURCH BELL RINGS
I feel like everything's changed since Schols. What do you mean?
I don't know. Just... all this.
It's real.
You know, foreign cities are real.
Famous artworks.
Remnants of the Berlin Wall.
Eating ice cream in little Italian piazzas with you.
It's money though, isn't it?
The substance that makes the world real.
Yeah.
So corrupt.
And sexy.
I feel like the scholarship has made, like,
literally everything seem possible.
I'm happy for you.
I'm happy for you, too.
Yeah, but you deserve it more.
Why? Because of the financial stuff?
Well, yeah, obviously. I actually meant that you're a better student.
You know, I don't really think about it that much.
The financial side.
Sorry.
That was an ignorant thing to say.
Maybe I should think about it more.
Right.
I am conscious of the fact that we got to know each other
because your mother works for my family.
I also don't think that my mother is a very good employer.
I don't think she pays Lorraine very well. Well, she pays her fuck all.
Why hasn't this come up before?
No, honestly, I think it's totally fair if you resent me.
I don't resent you. Why would I?
I just don't... I don't think I'm processing the change all that well.
Well...
..you just need to get it straight in your mind
what you think is fair and good in the world.
And if you think that people should be able to go to college
and get English degrees...
..and go to Europe and look at art,
then you shouldn't feel guilty for yourself,
because you have every right to. That's easy for you to say.
You don't feel guilty about anything. Is that how you see me?
I loved the e-mails you sent.
They were so good.
You write really beautifully.
It's really nice to hear you say that, Marianne.
How are the stories going? I'd love to read them.
They're not as good as the e-mails.
Hi.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Do you mind opening this? My hands are wet. Not at all!
Life - you live it up and you drink it down.
Whoa! Nice shot.
Thank you.
No champagne glasses? These are champagne glasses.
No, I mean the tall ones.
You mean flutes. These are coupes.
What's the matter?
I'm just saying these aren't for champagne.
You're such a philistine.
We're going to drink champagne out of gravy boats and I'm a philistine!
No, they're just an older style, Jamie.
They were my dad's. There are flutes in the press
over the sink if you'd prefer. Help yourself.
Well, I didn't realise that it was such an emotional issue for you.
I am terribly sorry.
This is really delicious.
I underdid the pasta. It's very al dente.
Too al dente, no? I think it's nice.
It's great. Thanks.
And it's such a lovely house. Did you come here when you were little?
Mm-hm.
So, where was your favourite place on your European tour?
Impossible to choose. I loved, erm, Berlin, Amsterdam...
Why would you want to spend your summer on trains and in hostels?
I don't know, to meet new people, bit of culture,
save some money and see the world, Jamie.
Sure... sure.
Erm, standing in front of Vermeer's The Art of Painting was pretty good.
Thanks.
He stared at it for a whole day. I'm not exaggerating.
Are you serious? Mm-hm.
Sounds thrilling, man.
Well, I got a lot out of it, so...
Did you, though? Cos that's the thing with inter-railing,
it's essentially a tick box tour, where you don't get to experience what a place has to offer,
cos your head's just stuck in a fucking guide book.
Unlike pissing around in your girlfriend's Italian villa
for the entire summer.
Well, thank fuck for scholarships, eh?
Sure. I'd cheers to that.
What do you mean? Connell knows what I mean.
And Marianne. Cheers to you both. Marianne hardly would have been
working in a garage and living with her mum, would she?
Do you want me to get fresh glasses? This is life-changing stuff
for Connell here. No. Thanks.
We can get fresh glasses, can't we?
Go for it.
PEGGY: I'll go.
We should go to Venice while you're here.
It's only a couple of hours on the train.
Ah, that'll be perfect. I've never been. Shocker.
You'd like the Guggenheim. Mm? There's a painting there by Duchamp.
A Sad Young Man On A Train. I know it's a cliche, but...
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.
It's a nude. Oh... HE LAUGHS
Why are we bothering with Venice?
Yeah, sure, that's what everyone says, right? "Get to fuck, Venice."
Well, it'll be heaving, and not even with Italians.
Just Asians taking photos of everything.
We're literally going to sit on a train for two hours
to get art through a million people's camera phones.
Yeah, God forbid you might actually encounter an Asian person, Jamie.
Excuse me? I'm just going to go get dessert.
Thanks.
Are you all right?
Are you going to say anything? About what?
Are you serious?!
What is even happening?
I'm your best friend. You can talk to me about anything.
There's nothing to talk about, is there?
It's fucking horrible out there, isn't it?
For everyone?
Right.
Sorry.
It's fine. He's just pissed. It's not just him, Marianne.
What did you expect? You brought Connell here.
Right.
Jamie's an asshole, but he fucking adores you.
OK.
Can you bring the bowls?
Ah! You've properly spoilt us, Marianne.
Where's the cream?
It's inside.
Why wouldn't you bring it out?
Fuck sake.
DISTANT SHOUTING
Thanks.
How are they? The strawberries.
Erm, yeah, they're great, Peggy. Really lovely.
They're not local, they're Spanish.
OK. They're still, er, really delicious.
MARIANNE SCREAMS
SHOUTING CONTINUES
What the fuck does it look like?! You're drunk, Jamie.
All right?
Put that down. Sorry, what?
Put that glass down, please.
You want me to put it down? OK.
Jamie... Yeah, OK.
I'll put it down.
Watch.
GLASS SMASHES
Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here.
It's OK, it's OK.
It's all right, you're all right.
You are fucking mental.
You need help, cos you are fucking deranged.
Where are you going? What the fuck?!
Have you got a cigarette?
Can I stay in your room tonight?
Of course.
I'll sleep on the floor.
The bed's huge. It's fine.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
In what way?
I don't know why I can't make people love me.
I think there was something wrong with me when I was born.
Lots of people love you, Marianne, OK?
Your family and friends love you.
You don't know my family.
I know that you fight with them, but...
Last time I was home...
..my brother said he wished I was dead.
What did he say that for?
Don't know.
He said...
..no-one would miss me...
..because I'm entirely unloved.
Would you not tell your mother if he was talking to you like that?
She was there.
I think she just got up and left.
What provoked it, like? How did the argument start?
You think I did something to deserve it.
No, I'm obviously not saying that.
Sometimes I think I must deserve it.
Or else I don't know why it would happen.
Why'd you never say any of this to me before?
The whole time we were together, why did you never tell me any of this?
I don't know.
I suppose I didn't want you to think...
..I was damaged or something.
I was probably afraid you wouldn't want me any more.
You do think I'm damaged.
Jesus Christ, come here.
No... No.
No.
We shouldn't.
I'm really sorry.
MUSIC: Love Will Tear Us Apart by Narina Pallot
♪ When routine bites hard
♪ And ambitions are low
♪ And resentment rides high
♪ But emotions won't grow
♪ And we're changing our ways
♪ Taking different roads
♪ Love
♪ Love will tear us apart again
♪ Love
♪ Love will tear us apart again
♪ Why is this bedroom so cold?
♪ You're turned away on your side
♪ Is my timing that flawed?
♪ Our respect run so dry?
♪ Yet there's still this appeal
♪ That we've kept through the years
♪ And love
♪ Love will tear us apart again
♪ Love
♪ Love will tear us apart again
♪ Love
♪ Love will tear us apart
♪ Love will tear us apart again
♪ Mm-mm-mmmm
♪ Love. ♪