Episode 4 6Degrees

You!

You're the psycho that wrecked my phone!

You had your stomach pumped.

I'm giving it up. I promise.

No more promises! I can't be here. Not until you sort yourself out!

Want to dance?

What happened with us was a one-off.

It will happen again.

Because you like it.

Sooner or later you'll come looking for it. It's just who you are.

Justin!

-Oh!

-Sorry!

-You're back!

-Yep.

And me ma's stashed six packets of black pudding in me bag,

so if anyone's hungry!

I didn't know what had happened to you.

Yeah, I just had a few things on back home, you know.

So, what are you up to today?

I've got the match.

Oh, yeah, of course!

I'll come cheer you on. We all will.

Oh, yeah, if you fancy it.

Yeah, definitely. Great stuff.

I'll spread the word.

Hi.

Hi! How's it going, all right?

Sorry, what's your name? Ow!

You've cracked that three days in a row now!

So, what will we actually do today? Will we actually leave the room?

Go to one of those lectures everyone's been talking about?

Wait until this ends.

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Technically speaking, I kind of invited myself.

Do you think that was a bad move?

-No.

-Do you think it was a good move?

-Do you want to go to the match?

-Yes.

-Then it was a good move.

-I think he was going to ask me.

-Then what are you worried about?

Go to the match, and see how it goes.

And, look, I'm sure if he wasn't into you,

he would have tried to persuade you not to come.

Yeah, yeah.

You coming, Eva?

-Where?

-This match.

-Are you taking the piss?

I think it's going to be a great night.

McCann'll be there too, so it'll be perfect.

-Why is that perfect?

-I thought you were going out with him.

-What? Look, we just...

-Shagged.

They just shagged.

Something you'll do in about ten years' time

on your very special wedding night.

What's up with him these days?

Fancy grabbing breakfast? We've got time before class.

I can't. I said I'd meet the lads.

What lads?

You know, Conor and McCann.

Well, sure, I'll come. Where are you meeting them?

Uh, they said they'd text.

It's a football thing. You'd be bored and stuff.

Oh, OK.

Sorry.

-I mean, definitely next time, yeah?

-Yeah.

I'm not saying this'll definitely happen again,

or that I don't want it to happen again, or that I do...

Sounds good to me.

All right?

Haven't seen you since the success that was the mystery tour.

I've been doing some work actually. For a change. You?

Same. Well, I was.

Now I get to start an eight-hour shift in the bar.

-What you up to today?

-Match.

Ah, the big game. Fancy your chances, do you?

Always.

Is everyone on the team this cocky? Just the captain?

Not cocky, just confident.

How hard can it be? You just pick the bloody thing up.

Play yourself, do you?

Just saying. Not rocket science, is it?

-Fancy telling that to the lads?

-All right, ladies?

I'll catch you's later.

-When d'you get back?

-This morning.

-And has she mentioned me?

-Who?

Jess. She wants me, man, I'm telling you!

Yeah, right.

-You're getting laid, aren't you?

-What's that got to do with you?

Judging by the face on you, you're not.

You didn't nail blondie! What is wrong with you lad? It was a cert!

There! Let that shut you up.

Did not think Barbie had it in her.

Jeez, so it's true what they say about the rich ones being dirty, huh?

What did you just do, you plonker!?

For the wank bank, kid!

Nutter.

-JESS:

-I'll see you later.

Hiya!

Sorry, you were in another world.

I was listening to a bit of Holmes, makes me zone out.

I haven't seen you much recently. Everything OK?

Fine. Just... stuff to do, you know.

Well, if ever you want some company

while you do your stuff, then I'm around.

I'll keep it in mind.

Um, so what you doing now?

-Now?

-Yeah.

-Er, Film Club.

Oh, you're in a film club?

Well it's not so much a club,

it's just me watching movies on my laptop.

So, is there room for new members in this club?

You want to join?

Yeah. Sign me up.

Sweet!

-You're in.

-Cool.

So, what are we watching?

I'll give you a clue.

Phone home!

ET, really?

What do you mean really? It's a masterpiece!

I mean, it's good and everything.

But it's not exactly Sense And Sensibility.

Prepare to eat your words.

-What's up, lads?

-What's up?

Tell me, Leech,

what was it like growing up in the projects of Portadown?

-What's happening?

-Just wondering what the plans are for tonight?

We plan on ripping Coleraine a new one, and celebrating like legends.

You should come watch.

Sounds good, sounds good. Count me in.

No acting the bollocks though.

Wouldn't miss it. And then a session after? See ya!

LAPTOP BEEPS

MCCANN: You shouldn't have done that.

-How are you, Sandie? Going to the match?

-Yep.

Make sure you bring Jess, yeah?

-Is that the girl from our site?

-What?

-Nothing.

Bus leaves in an hour, yeah?

OK. I'll see you then.

Yeah, we all seen you, love!

LAUGHTER

DANNY: Just admit it!

No. You did not win, Danny!

-Jess, you were crying like a baby!

-They tried to kill him!

Elliott wanted to stop them, but they wouldn't listen.

-I want to hear you say it, Green.

-No.

Say it.

All right. ET is a classic.

-And?

-Spielberg's a genius.

But now you have to read Sense And Sensibility.

-OK, that's never going to happen!

-What's happening?

Hi, Danny's been lecturing me on classic films.

Has he now? Well, if it's films you're on about,

you should've come to me.

I have the entire Die Hard boxset.

So, going to the match?

-Um, no, I don't think so.

-Ah, come on. You'll love it.

-I don't even know the rules.

-Help me out here.

-You should go, if you want to.

-You should go too.

-Nah, you're all right.

-All right, Shams?

Conor, lad, tell this young one to be our good luck mascot.

You're coming. We can't have Coleraine outnumbering us. Danny?

Nah, it's sweet. I've stuff to do.

-All right.

-OK!

-Jess.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Would it help if I said you look fit in it?

Go away, Leech!

Look what they've said about me.

Why did he do this to me?

You're sure it was Conor?

I'm just saying. It doesn't seem like something he'd do though, does it?

-He had the photo on his phone.

-Fair point.

'It's Conor, leave a message.'

I thought it was perfect.

And we didn't even, we didn't even do anything.

Mm-hmm.

I thought that was his way of saying that I was special.

You really like him then.

Now he makes me out to be some campus slut.

Look, fellas do the weirdest things just to try and be one of the lads.

There. It's gone.

What?

How the hell did you do that?

You know I can't tell you that, now.

Right.

-Where are you going?

-The match.

But, but I took it down. I, I sorted it.

He still has the photo on his phone.

# You're in love with him

# He's got money

# I got none

# But I'm funny

# I won't make you cry... #

Conor!

-What are you doing back here?

-Why did you do it?

-Do what?

-Oh, come on!

What are you talking about?

That picture you took, on the Gaelic team's website!

-It was you!

-What? No!

Conor, you coming, mate?

Look, I don't have time for this.

Where are you going? You have to delete that picture off your phone!

Sandie, I've got the match to play!

-Where've you been?

-Absolute hell!

-So, what's that for, then?

-Drinking.

Apparently it makes you feel better.

Amateurs. Absolute amateurs.

Right, get up. Let's go.

-Why?

-Do you want to feel better or not?

Come on, get up.

-What are you doing?

-Shut up and go keep an eye out!

You see, this is why guys are dicks, because girls - psychos!

-Ssh!

-Hurry up!

PHONE BEEPS

-Coleraine are a bunch of wankers!

-Shut up!

It's an Irish thing, you wouldn't get it.

They expect a bit of this. Watch this.

Coleraine! Coleraine! You sheep shagging...

Ah, shit, what rhymes with Coleraine?

Don't worry, I've got a better one.

-Your cheese is shit!

-Shut it!

All right. OK. OK. Just trying to liven things up a bit.

Sorted?

Are you all right? Leech told me about the photo.

-He's seeing someone else.

-Are you really surprised?

This is Conor we're talking about.

Good block, McCann!

Yeah! Get in there!

Do you think we know her?

Sandie, don't do this to yourself, it's not worth it.

How long do you think he's been seeing her?

Who cares? Forget about him, honestly.

-Did you know?

-What?! No.

I'm not even sure I know what yous are talking about.

Sandie, where are you going?

Over! Yeah, get in there! Go on, McCann.

-TOWEL SNAPS

-Wooo!

I heard that!

I just don't trust him. Do you know why? White socks.

He wears white socks. Have you seen them?

-Please stop talking.

-I have a theory about white socks.

-Say white socks one more time, I swear.

-Sorry.

I'm killing the craic here, I might just go home.

-Do you mind?

-Course I mind!

It's not helping. You said it'd make me feel better.

Look at me, I'm drunk and more depressed

than I was before I started drinking.

-That's because we haven't done it yet.

-Done what?

The thing that's going to make us feel good.

Ta-dah!

Trust me.

Well, if it isn't the man of the match!

Looking sharp.

Not even trying, mate.

Is Sandie here?

She took off after the match. So, you coming down the Boat House to celebrate?

-Ah, I don't know.

-What?

Yous are in the final!

It's not exactly the All-Ireland, Leech.

No, but to look at your beak, you'd think you'd just buried your ma!

Listen, Sandie'll forget it, right.

Go on.

Right. This wolf is ready to eat.

-Oh. I'm so sorry.

-Sandie?

Oh, sorry, Justin. Hi.

-You all right?

-Um, yeah, just seriously need to wise up.

I'm acting like a complete psycho over a fella.

Know the feeling.

-You on your own?

-Yeah, but I'm just leaving.

-The others aren't here?

-No. They're over at the Boat House.

You should come over later if you're free.

-Just finished a shift there.

-OK. See you later.

-See you later.

Is it supposed to feel like this?

How do you feel?

-Like everything's looking at me.

-You mean everyone.

No. I mean everything.

Relax, Danny.

You're so wound up the pill hasn't even had a chance to work yet.

I can't help it.

Must get it from my mum.

She's a worrier.

A worrier and an alcoholic?

Must be good craic at your house.

Look, I'm just saying.

One phone call and you're out the door, heading home.

We don't see you for days.

You come back looking like shit, by the way.

That's not true.

I've heard you in the middle of the night, talking to her on the phone.

And for the record, she shouldn't be drinking and dialling, you should.

You're the eighteen year old.

Well, go tell me I'm wrong?

Nope.

And if it's any consolation, I think your E's kicked in.

OK, your turn.

My turn for what?

To say why you're the way you are.

Wise up, Danny.

Oh, I forgot. Eva doesn't share.

-Eva doesn't do sob stories. There's a difference.

-You think I'm a sob story?

Look, you just worry. Whereas I choose not to. OK?

Yeah, but why don't you care?

-Look, can we not play this game now, please?

-What game?

-The whole "I've got a sadder story than you" game.

-I wasn't playing that game!

Jesus, Eva, you can really be lousy sometimes, you know that?

All I was doing...

My sister killed herself.

That's why I don't play this game. Because I usually win.

Where'd you disappear to?

Just went to clear my head.

Well you haven't missed anything. In fact, I'm going to take off.

-No craic celebrating when you didn't actually do anything. You coming?

-No, I'm going to stay.

Sure you're OK?

You know, I think we should celebrate on our own. Do you want to go back to yours?

Not enjoy yourself the last time, no?

Yeah, all right.

It wasn't me. It was McCann's idea of a joke. But it's down now.

-Come on. Have a drink.

-And what? Just forget it ever happened?

Vodka and orange, please.

-Sandie, I know you think it's a big deal but if you ignore it, everyone else will. Believe me.

-Ignore it?

Yeah, I've noticed that's the way you like to deal with things, Conor.

Come on, you guys, why don't you just have a ride and make up?

Take another picture while you're in there.

You told them we slept together.

Let me guess, that photo was proof that Conor's one of the lads?

Can we talk about this later?

No, come on. Was it good?

Bet you really gave it to me, didn't you?

It's funny, because the way I remember it,

I really wanted to, and you said no.

Why was that, Conor?

Least I know who I am.

Not sure you can say the same.

This isn't good.

You're coming down. It won't last.

-Promise?

-Promise.

-Eva.

-Yes?

Please don't make me do this again.

I'm going to die alone!

-What are you talking about?

-I'm going to die alone!

-You're 18 years old!

So, I'm going to sleep alone. Same thing.

Well...

..stay here?

You are so sexy.

-Can I take a picture of you?

-What?

It's not for the team, like. It's just for me.

Get off me!

All right?

All right.

-What you doing?

-Nothing. You?

-Nothing.

Sweet.

She's an eager one. I'll give her that.

MUSIC: "Shake It Out" by Florence + The Machine

# And every demon wants his pound of flesh

# But I like to keep some things to myself

# I like to keep my issues drawn

# It's always darkest before the dawn

# And I've been a fool and I've been blind

# I can never leave the past behind

# I can see no way, I can see no way

# I'm always dragging that horse around

# Our love is pastured Such a mournful sound

# Tonight I'm going to bury that horse in the ground

# Cos I like to keep my issues drawn

# But it's always darkest before the dawn

# Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, oh, woah. #

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