- Ready?
- Yeah.
We'll be fine.
♪
[inaudible]
♪
BOBBI: Check out the poster. Fancy.
Okay.
We're gonna need some drinks.
[indistinct conversations]
LUCY: Thank you so much for coming out tonight
to launch Melissa Baines' second collection of essays,
Fit for Purpose.
[man whistles] [laughter]
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.
MELISSA: Thank you, Lucy. Thank you, everyone.
When my grandfather died...
[Melissa continues indistinct]
♪
Thank you. [applause]
[indistinct chatter]
BOBBI: 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.
♪ pop music playing over speakers ♪
- Come here.
[indistinct conversation]
MELISSA: Is it difficult? - Yes.
- I think so. - Hi, Frances.
FRANCES: Hi. - Hi, lovely.
- Oh, my gosh.
FRANCES: Hey. - How are you?
- Congratulations. MELISSA: Thank you.
Well, it's over at least.
Where's Bobbi?
- Uh, she's just buying a copy.
WOMAN: Melissa. That was amazing.
MELISSA: Thank you. WOMAN: More wine?
MELISSA: How are you?
DEREK: I'm good, thanks, Ev. - Thank you.
DEREK: It's lovely to see you again.
- You too. DEREK: So how have you been?
- Hey. FRANCES: Hey.
DEREK: Hey, man. Great turnout.
NICK: Yeah, it's pretty good crowd.
DEREK: Wine isn't bad either.
EVELYN: Here you go. FRANCES: Thank you.
EVELYN: Nick, you look so well.
DEREK: You've still got that Croatian glow about you.
EVELYN: Melissa seems really happy.
DEREK: You both do. Well done, man.
EMER: That whole experience. - Show us some time.
Where at? FRANCES: Hey.
EMER: Yeah, more than you think for that kind of thing.
BOBBI: Put out fliers at school.
EMER: Yeah. You should come.
[indistinct chatter]
EMER: Yeah. Okay.
BOBBI: How many shows do you do?
Can you send me a link or something?
- Yeah, I could send you a link.
BOBBI: Yeah? - Yeah.
- Don't fucking use me, Frances.
For the show, do you have a link or something?
I don't know...
♪
[door opens]
♪
[door closes]
♪
[water running]
[door opens]
[rattles]
[door closes]
BOBBI: Gently, gently, gently, gently.
[footsteps thumping]
EMER: Oh, hey. Hi.
You're flatmates.
- Uh, yeah.
This is Frances.
FRANCES: Hi. - Hi.
Uh, we didn't get to meet properly. I'm Emer.
FRANCES: Nice to meet you.
I'm just gonna go to bed.
- Sorry. - Sorry.
[Bobbi and Emer chattering, laughing]
[chattering continues]
[sniffles]
[cell phone chimes]
[sighs]
♪ Peach, Plum, Pear by Joanna Newsom playing ♪
♪
♪ We speak in the store, I'm a sensitive-- ♪
[music stops]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[cell phone buzzes]
♪
[inhales and exhales deeply]
ROSSA: 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?
ROSSA: 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.
FRANCES: Mm-hmm. ROSSA: 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?
[buzzes]
[cell phone chimes]
[chuckles]
BOBBI: That looks disgusting. PHILIP: 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.
PHILIP: Really? FRANCES: Hmm.
- When did you get on Tinder?
PHILIP: What'd you write in your bio?
FRANCES: 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.
PHILIP: 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. [Philip chuckles]
- 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.
PHILIP: 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. BOBBI: See ya.
[cell phone chimes]
Four minutes away.
- Do you think I'm being taken advantage of, too?
Am I just being a complete fucking 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.
[cell phone chimes]
NICK [over phone]: Hey, it's just me.
Just wanted to see if you wanna come out here tomorrow.
Um, let me know.
♪
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.
FRANCES: I know.
She was good.
NICK: Yeah, I thought so too.
- I slept with a guy I met on Tinder.
- Oh, yeah?
FRANCES: Yeah.
Do you mind?
- You can sleep with other people if you want to.
FRANCES: I know.
- Who is he?
FRANCES: A med student who loved Yates.
[chuckles]
- 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.
[cutlery clanking]
FRANCES: Can we go upstairs?
[heavy breathing]
NICK: 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.
NICK: Yeah, I know that. - Jesus.
- Does the fact that I'm married
mean you can just treat me however you want?
[sighs]
- 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?
[sighs]
[Frances sighs]
- [scoffs] What are you doing?
- I'm getting dressed so I can leave.
NICK: [sighs] Okay.
Frances, look--
FRANCES: 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!
Fuck you.
♪
[sniffles]
[horn blows]
♪
[beeps]
♪
[exhales]
♪
♪ Peach, Plum, Pear by Joanna Newsom playing over earphones ♪
♪
♪ We speak in the store, I'm a sensitive bore ♪
♪ You seem markedly more and I'm-- ♪
♪
♪ We speak in the store, I'm a sensitive bore ♪
♪ You seem markedly more and I'm oozing surprise ♪
[door opens]
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 ♪
[sighs]
♪
[indistinct chatter on TV]
♪
[keys clacking]
♪
FRANCES: 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.
♪