All language subtitles for Derry.Girls.S02E04.

["Bridal Chorus" playing on pipe organ]

[gasps from crowd]

[crowd murmuring]

Jesus, but that taxi took forever,
so it did.

Ach, isn't she gorgeous?

Give me strength.

♪ I am the one and only... ♪

[bride sniffling]

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

Everyone is looking at us.

-Do you think it's your hat?
-What?

It is a bit much, Mary.
I did try to tell you.

My hat's a bit much? Really?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

What in under Christ have you done now?

I don't think she was talking to me, Joe.

I think she was talking to the person
in the full-length white frock

who just managed to upstage
the actual bride.

Ach, I wouldn't say
I upstaged her now, Gerry.

It's so mortifying.

Well, take it off then, Mary.

-What?
-The hat.

[Joe]
Ah, shite.

-There you are.
-He's spied us.

Run, girls. Save yourselves.

John over there was just saying--

You know John. Lovely fella.

Married to, uh, Patricia, I think it is,

and her mother worked in the Credit Union,
you might remember.

Absolutely crippled
with the old gallstones, so she was.

Christ Almighty.

And the gallstones,
well, now, they're no joke.

Neighbor of mine, Dickie Dunnagan,

by God, he was tortured
with the gallstones.

The size of golf balls, they were.

Um, what did John say, Colm?
For the love of God, what did he say?

He was telling me there, John was,
that every being in the place

is talking about Sarah's frock.

Ach, really?

Jesus, but this is an ordeal.

Well, at least they got
a good day for it, Mary.

I'll tell you, I was at one there
up in the cathedral last week.

By God, the wind could have
cut you in two. Fierce, it was.

And now,
I don't mind a bit of a breeze--

if anything, I prefer it--

but that one was aggressive,

and I says to myself, says I,
"Colm, this is no day for a do,"

and as it turns out--

Can I just stop you there, Colm?

Surely, Mary, go ahead.

No, I've nothing to say.
I just really need you to stop talking.

Fair enough.

Herself's over there,
circling the drinks table.

Bitter old bat.

-Da.
-It's one glass per head.

She has already necked the guts
of four bottles.

-Da.
-Though it'll hardly touch the sides.

-Tolerance of a rhino.
-Stop it, OK?

Bridie's still our aunt,
still Mammy's sister,

and if Mammy was alive--

Your mother couldn't stick her.

Ssh! She's coming over.

Auntie Bridie, good to see you.

Well, you should be proud of yourself.

Ach, thanks very much.

All right, Bridie? You well?

No. No, I'm not actually,
not that you give a shit.

Mammy hasn't been
keeping the best lately, Joe.

I was a bit worried about her for a while.

I wouldn't upset yourself too much, son.

Sure a bullet couldn't
take your mother out.

That right, Bridie?

Still a prick, I see, Joe.

Christ knows what our Marie
ever saw in you, God rest her soul.

-Yous must still miss her terrible, girls.
-We do, indeed.

Isn't it a crying shame
neither of you got her looks?

OK. So, Eammon,
any craic with you?

Are you seeing anyone?

Should I maybe buy meself another hat?

You should definitely buy
yourself another hat, Mary.

That thing does nothing for you.

I'm not seeing anyone.

Plenty of time, I suppose.

Eammon will never marry.

Is that a feeling, Bridie,
or an instruction?

Ach, it's a great wee day so far,
isn't it?

Beam me up.

[Colm chattering]

Thank God.

-Motherfuckers!
-How's it been?

-Boring.
-Brilliant.

Erin! Orla!

Oh, for Christ's sake.

I said you could invite one friend
to the reception. One!

Mammy, they don't come separately.

Aye, we're pack animals, Mary.

I love your hat, Mrs. Quinn.

Thanks, son.

Dickhead.

No wild carry on. Do you hear me?

We're in enough bother as it is.
Best behavior.

Completely.

You'll have no trouble from us, Mary.

OK, girls, who wants to do drugs?

-Me.
-I'm sorry?

Nothing heavy. Just a bit of blow.

Where are you planning on
getting a bit of blow from, Michelle?

♪ I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party... ♪

Right, well, you know Macca?

I can't say I do.

Aye, Macca. Big Macca.
Come on, everybody knows Macca.

We don't.

Wise up. Macca.

Macca. Macca. Macca.

That's not helping, Michelle.

Macca. Tall fella, dark hair,

wonky nose from when he used to do
the bareknuckle boxing.

He has loads of tattoos,
big scar under his left eye.

He was kicked out of Creggan
for joyriding.

-He sounds delightful.
-He really does.

He said he could hook us up.
Class or what?

-I'm not sure.
-Well, I am.

It's not happening.
Drugs are for mugs, folks.

Congratulations, Clare.

That might be the dickiest sentence
that anyone's ever said.

Come on, Michelle. What makes you
think you can trust this Macca person?

Well, he's not English
for a start, so...

-James has a point.
-No, he doesn't.

What if he gives us dodgy gear?

Dodgy gear? What is this, The Bill?

I cannot believe
you're even discussing it.

Let's live a little, for fuck's sake.

I want no part of this,

and if you guys
decide to go through with it,

then I'm sorry,
but any friendship we have is over.

"Rock the Boat."
It's "Rock the Boat"!

Happy fucking days.

[talking all at once]

♪ So I'd like to know where ♪

♪ You got the notion ♪

♪ Said I'd like to know where ♪

♪ You got the notion ♪

♪ To rock the boat ♪
♪ Don't rock the boat, baby ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪
♪ Don't tip the boat over ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪
♪ Don't rock the boat, baby ♪

♪ Rock the boat... ♪

You're such a wreck-the-buzz, Clare .

Look, Michelle, drugs are illegal,

drugs are addictive,
but perhaps most importantly,

in this country,
you can lose your kneecaps

if you're caught doing them,
and I like my kneecaps, Michelle.

They suit my knees.

You do have cracking kneecaps, Clare.

-Is that true?
-Sort of.

♪ ...place to harbor you and me ♪

♪ Our love is like a ship
On the ocean... ♪

...large as life...

-Oh, God.
-What is it?

He's got someone.

...armed they were...

Should we save the poor fella?

-No chance.
-Ach, Daddy, he's only young.

I don't care. When it comes to our Colm,
it's every man for himself.

♪ ...like to know where ♪

♪ You got the notion ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪
♪ Don't rock the boat, baby ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

I would like a word.

-It's fine, Mammy.
-Indeed, it is not fine.

Something troubling you, Bridie?

Aye, you could say that.

My Eammon has been waiting
all night for this song.

For "Rock the Boat"? Really?

But your girls pushed him out of the line,
and now he has a bruise.

Show them the bruise, Eammon.

I bruise quite easily.

That's not the point.

[Mary]
Right, I see.

I'm sorry about that, Eammon.

Is that all you have to say?

I'm not sure what else
there is to say, Bridie,

except maybe, our girls are 16

and Eammon's a 50-year-old man.

Look, it's a rough routine, Bridie.

You know that going in.

You sit down on that floor
at your own risk.

♪ ...love and devotion... ♪

You are seriously not going to
pull them up about this?

No, Bridie, we're not.

It's "Rock the Boat."

Well, that certainly
explains a few things.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that a bit of discipline
would do those girls no harm.

They have been running about all day
like a couple of wild animals.

OK, that'll do, Bridie.

But then the apple never did
fall far from the tree.

Mammy, please.

Yous girls never did know how
to conduct yourselves.

Nothing but a pair of hallions.

Come on now, Bridie,
that's enough of that.

Not that they need you to defend them,
you big pair of knickers.

It wasn't my poor sister's fault.

She tried her best with both of you,

but you're your father's
daughters, all right.

I'd rein it in now, if I were you.

I really think you were
a disappointment to her, you know.

Now hold on a goddamn minute.

Daddy, you will not dignify that
with a response.

And I'll tell you something else.

If your mother saw thon hat,

she'd be turning in her grave,
for it's nothing but a bloody eyesore.

Ach, drop dead, you spiteful old hag.

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

Catch yourself on.

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

♪ Rock the boat ♪

I just cannot believe it.

Listen, Mary,

no matter what you've done,
you're still my sister.

I'll stand by you.

I haven't done anything, Sarah.

Exactly, love. Everybody knows
you didn't mean to kill the old boot.

God rest her soul.

-I didn't kill her.
-You know what I mean.

Not kill. Hex.

I didn't hex her either, Da.

It was just a very tragic--

My mother,
she had the gift too, you know.

By God, that woman
could make her enemies drop like flies.

Look, I don't have any gift.

There's no dark forces at play here.

I just said something

unfortunate that happened to--

-Cause her death?
-Coincide with her death.

Right, well, that's the dishes done.

Would you like another cup
of tea there, Mammy?

No, I'm fine.

I'll just grab the Hoover,
give the stairs a bit of a going over.

And I'll maybe do a bit of dusting.

What's gotten into you two?

What are you up to?
What do you want?

Nothing. We just thought that we should
pull our weight a bit more, Mammy.

You do so much for us, Aunt Mary.

You deserve a bit of a break.

I can't hex people, girls.
It was an accident.

So, how's
the wicked witch of the northwest?

Who put 50p in the eejit?

God, how am I going to go to this wake?

It'll be grand, love.

But, listen, say if things do get heated,
try not to rise to it.

The last thing we want
is another dead body on our hands here.

I'll do my best, Da.

So good of you to come.

This is a big turnout.

Well, Mammy was just so well-liked.

Right. Really?

I suppose, because she was
the life and soul, wasn't she?

Full of the joys, always laughing.

-We're talking about Bridie, aren't we?
-Yes, Da.

Look, Mary,
there's something I need to say.

Is this about the curse, Eammon?

Sorry?

Because Mary said she didn't do it,
and that's good enough for us.

That's the truth, Eammon. I wouldn't know
where to start with all that carry-on.

No, Mary, no. I-I was just going to say
that my poor mother,

God bless her and keep her...

Amen.

...she didn't mean
what she said at the wedding.

Please, you don't need to explain.

You were worried I'd think
you'd put a curse on her?

-Well...
-[laughs]

That's hilarious.

[laughs] Aye.

I mean, obviously,
a curse was my first thought,

but I looked into it, and Mammy's death,

it doesn't meet the official requirements,

so you're completely in the clear
on that front, Mary.

Nothing to worry about at all.

Great.

We brought some bits.
Should we just leave them here?

-[Sister Michael] Genius.
-Sister.

How are you?

Well, I'm at a wake, Mr. Quinn,
so I've had better evenings.

Did you know Bridie, then?

No, but I believe your wife
put some sort of curse on her.

Well, no, not exactly.

You're not a tongue person, are you?

I'm sorry?

I'm on communion duty.

Christ, but I cannot stand
the tongue people.

I mean, what's all that about?

You can't lift a wafer
into your own mouth?

You need me to do it for you?

Right, yeah.
That--that--that must be tough.

Father Thomas usually
deals with the wakes,

but he's very sick at the moment.
Bedridden, in fact.

God, what caused it?

Jack Daniel's, mostly.

I see.

I'll take them.

Lovely stuff.

I need six rounds of cheese and ham,
four rounds of egg and cress,

and three rounds of tuna.

Cut the cheese and ham in triangles,

the egg and cress in rectangles,

and the tuna, well, you can freestyle.

I'd get buttering, if I were you.

Grand so.

She really suits being dead, doesn't she?

What?

Can we come in?

Why are you whispering?

I don't know.

Thanks for coming, guys.

It's nice to have a bit of support
at this very difficult time.

-You thought she was a dick.
-I never said that.

-You did, Erin.
-I've definitely heard you say it.

OK, can I just check something?

Everybody else
can see the dead body, right?

It's just Bridie.

It's Bridie's corpse.
It's Bridie's dead corpse.

It's her wake. What were you expecting?

Haven't you ever seen
a dead body before?

Of course not.

Christ, but the English are weird.

You can touch her if you want.

Why the hell would I want to touch her?

-It's nice.
-Stop it.

It's just a dead body, James.
We're all going to be one someday.

Oh, thanks for that, Clare.
Yeah, that's helped.

It really makes you think, doesn't it?

Death.

Just makes you want to

do everything and just try everything.

What's going on, Michelle?

Do yous want to see something class?

What is it?

Prepare yourself, girls.

[exhales]

Scones.

That's right.

What's so class about scones?

Scones are lovely.

Aye, I like scones.

No, these aren't any old scones, girls.

These are funny scones.

Aye, they do look like good craic,
in fairness.

Funny scones.

They're drug scones!
She's put the drugs in the scones!

Too fucking right, I have.

I wanted to do brownies,

but this was the only recipe
my ma had, so...

We talked about this, Michelle.
We agreed.

No, we didn't.

Anyway, drugs aren't illegal
when you put them into food.

Everybody knows that.

Is that right?
I'm not sure that's right.

Any cups up here? I'll take that.

What the fuck just happened?

Three cheese and tomato on brown bread.

Brown, right. Got it.

Four salad on white.

Salad, white.
Hang on, rectangles or triangles?

Two with no onion.

We're low on vol-au-vents, Gerry.

That quiche isn't cooked, Gerry.

Sweet suffering Jesus.

And now, I don't mind a bit of a breeze--
if anything, I prefer it--

but thon was aggressive.

So I says to meself, says I,
"Colm, this is no day for a do."

What's happening?

For when the bride arrived--

and as I say,
by this stage the wind was fierce...

-Am I dead?
-I've never heard wind like it.

Is this my wake?

Howling like a banshee, it was.

Am I in hell?

So, the poor girl, the bride now, this is,

she arrives anyway,
and isn't she no sooner out of the car,

than she's lifted up in the air,
like a paper doll,

and blown into a flowerbed.

That's actually quite funny.

What are we gonna do?
What in under God are we going to do?

-It's fine.
-It's definitely not fine.

There's drug scones down there.
If people eat the drug scones,

then we've drugged those people,
Michelle.

So? Drugging people isn't a crime.

You've a very loose grasp of the law,
Michelle.

What kind of person
brings hash scones to a wake?

Typical. I try and do a nice thing,
and this is the thanks I get.

It's terrible.
There's old people down there.

What if an old person takes one?

Why does everybody get
so sentimental about old people?

Old people are arseholes.

We have to get them back.

Look, I'm not disagreeing with you.

I bought that stuff so I could get high,
not your great uncle Colm.

Christ, can you imagine?

Hold on a minute.
Where did the scones go?

OK, I'll head for the kitchen
and grab whatever's still there.

The rest of you look out
for any ones that have gone rogue,

and remember, be subtle.

I need to take your scone.

The thing is, I just have
so many questions about God,

about life after death.

Go away, please.

And I try to silence my doubts,
I really do, but lately--

I don't believe it.

-Why?
-I'm not allowed to say.

OK.

Thank you.

What's wrong, Sister?

[sniffs]

Are these cinnamon?

Do you like cinnamon?

I can't be doing with cinnamon.

Then that's what they are.
Absolutely. 100%.

Where are the scallions?

How can you make a salad sandwich,
if you don't have scallions?

I asked for them ten minutes ago.
Come on, now, people.

Let's get it together, please!

And there's a multipack of Taytos
still waiting to be bowled up.

No cross-contamination this time.

I want cheese and onion in one bowl,

salt and vinegar in another.

It is not that difficult, folks.

Listen here, you.

Yes, Joe.

I just want to say...

[laughs]

I think you're doing a fine job.

Keep up the good work.

[timer dings]

Ach, when all is said and done,
she wasn't a bad old soul.

I was actually quite fond of her,
you know.

And I really hope she's up there now,
looking down on us both, thinking...

what in under Christ?

Aye, me too, Mary.

No, Sarah.

Look. The earrings. Look at the earrings.

God, aye.

I wouldn't have put a drop on her.
She doesn't have enough neck.

She'd have been better with a stud.

They're Mammy's.
She's wearing Mammy's earrings.

So they are! How did she get them?

She probably swooped in like a vulture
before Mammy drew her last breath,

and now the old bitch
is getting buried in them.

Has the woman no shame?

Earrings like that don't deserve to be
buried alive. It's a sin.

She is doing this to spite us,
you know.

-What should we do?
-I don't know.

[whispering]
We could replace them with exact replicas.

Right.

We don't have exact replicas,
is the thing, though.

True enough, Mary. True enough.

[Michelle]
I can't believe we're doing this.

It's fuckin' heartbreaking.

Look, Granda's had one,
and now he's acting really, really weird.

-You're being paranoid.
-He was nice to Daddy.

-Jesus.
-Exactly.

And if my ma starts asking questions...

Your ma won't trace it back to us

Are you for real?
She traces everything back to us.

She traces things
we haven't even done back to us.

Are you sure this will work?

This is how you get rid of drugs, Clare.

I've seen GoodFellas, like, 20 times.

That's not the only way.

I watched this film once about this girl
who was trying to hide drugs,

and what she did was,
she shoved them right up her--

I'm not sticking a scone up my hole, Orla,
I'll tell you that for nothing.

-OK, I'm going to flush.
-Go for it.

[flushes toilet]

[water gurgling in pipes]

Is it working?

Course it's working.

[water gurgling]

Is the water rising?

Jesus Christ.
Why is the water rising, James?

Don't know.
The water didn't rise in GoodFellas.

-Fuck. We've clogged it.
-Who has a plunger?

I'm afraid I left the house
without my plunger tonight, Orla.

Aye, me too. Nightmare, so it is.

[all]
Oh, whoa!

Hurry up.

You mind your own ear, Mary.
Don't concern yourself with mine.

It won't budge.

What are they, like,
glued on or something?

Pull harder.

I'm pulling as hard as I can.

-Oh! Got it.
-[door opens]

Mary, look, this is a bit awkward,

but there's been a few complaints
from the kitchen about Gerry.

Ach, Eammon, how are you?
What brings you here?

Ah, it's my mother's wake.

Ach, God, so it is.

What's going on?

We just came in
to do a wee decade of the rosary,

and sure, didn't Sarah forget her beads.

What am I not?

What's in your hand?

Sorry?

-What have you got in your hand?
-Nothing.

Let me see.

Your other hand.

-The other hand?
-Yes.

Oh, how did that get there?

Jeepers.

Were you stealing Mammy's earrings?

Actually, I think you'll find they were
our mother's earrings, originally, so...

What is wrong with you?

We were doing her a favor, Eammon.

They're not flattering.

For God's sake, Mary.
First the curse, now this?

You said there was no curse.

I didn't want to make you angry, Mary.

I mean, I'm about to bury my mother.
A hex is the last thing I need.

Oh, for Jesus' sake.

Urgh.

[water dripping]

What is that?

[girls grunting]

Ah!

[water sloshing]

Dear God.

It looks worse than it is.

[Eammon]
My mother was right about you people.

Wild animals would have more manners.

We didn't have a plunger, Eammon.

Get out!

Get out now!

♪ ...it's all right ♪

♪ Silence ain't in season ♪

♪ 'Cause there ain't
no good in grief... ♪

Not a bad send-off in the end,
I thought.

I'm still devastated
about Mammy's earrings, Mary.

We were so close.

Well, they're six foot under now,

so, unless we dig Bridie up again...

-Maybe that's not such a bad--
-It is a bad idea, Sarah.

It's a very bad idea.

I just want to forget the whole thing.

How's your scoots now, Erin, love?

Aye, they're clearing up, I think.

God, it's my worst nightmare,

getting caught out
in someone else's house like that.

[Gerry]
I still don't understand

why you had to bring
all of your friends in there with you.

I panicked, Daddy.

Can we please stop talking
about Erin's scoots?

We're about to have our tea.

I meant to say...

I had one of these scones at the wake...

and honest to God,

I've never tasted anything like it.

So, I bagged us up a couple.

-[Sarah] Lovely.
-Happy days.

Don't mind if I do.

Pass us one there, would you, Erin?

♪ Riding on any wave ♪

♪ That is the luck you crave ♪

♪ They don't believe it now ♪

♪ They just think it's stupid ♪

♪ So got anything? ♪

♪ Anyone could have done ♪

♪ Who would've cared at all ♪

♪ Not you ♪

♪ Another heart ♪