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Mr. Hughes, will you get
up on the table for me?

- No, no.
- Would you do it for a lolly?

Good. Hold that very gently.

- Okay.
- There you go.

- How's John?
- He's grand, thanks. Yeah.

- Oh. Spiked.
- Ooh.

Well, only joking.

Yeah?

Dr. Curran, I have a mom on the phone

with a four-year-old with a temperature.

I know it's late. I said
I'd check, just in case.

Well, why me?

You're the only one still here.

I could put it off till the morning.

I'm sure it's not serious.
It's not that high.

- Well, how high is it?
- Hold on.

Thirty-nine.

Send her in.

Here's a script

for antibiotics, just for the
peace of mind for the weekend.

Only use them if you can't
keep his temperature down

- with paracetamol, okay?
- Okay.

And I'm around. Just
call me if you're worried.

You have my home number.
Goodbye, little chicken.

- Night, Lorraine.
- Good night, Dr. Curran.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, no. Come on, girl.

Not now. Please.

Fuck my life.

We need to stop seeing
each other like this.

I can't stop calling you.

And I can't stop picking up.

I've got you on speed dial.

Well, it serves you right for
owning a 30-year-old sports car

and only driving it when
it tickles your fancy.

These cars want to
be driven, Dr. Curran.

Well, I only take it out
when the weather's nice.

- I mean, the roof leaks.
- Pull the bonnet.

How's your mom, Jerry?

Oh, you know. Same old.

- The new place is nice for her.
- Ah.

Send her my best.

Tell her I'll drop by
this weekend to see her.

Your visits mean a lot to her.

I like seeing her.

So what do you think?

I hate to break it to you,
Doctor. Your car is dying.

No. She just needs some TLC.

She's 40 years old. You
know, she's younger than me.

You.

Yeah, in human years,
maybe, but in car years,

she's too young to be truly classic,

and she's too old to be practical.

She's just having a midlife crisis.

I'm gonna give her some Xanax.

So, unfortunately, this car
needs to make its final journey

- to the scrap heap.
- Never.

You can really bring
these things back to life.

Yeah, and go completely
broke in the meantime.

You know, the best two days you have

with a vintage car
are the day you buy it

and the day you sell it.

Everything in between
is just a heartache.

You need to give up on her, Doctor.

She's not one of your patients.

Oh, let me see if I
have another fan belt.

♪ There's blood in the
streets, it's up to my ankles ♪

♪ There's blood in the
streets, it's up to my knees ♪

Oh, it feels so good out on the road...

♪ Blood ♪

♪ In the street, the town of Chicago ♪

That's the truth.

♪ Blood on the rise, it's following me ♪

♪ Just about the break of day ♪

- No, that's not true...
- ♪ She came in ♪

♪ And she drove away ♪

I do.

♪ Sunlight in her hair ♪

♪ Blood on the streets
runs a river of sadness ♪

♪ Blood in the streets,
it's up to my thighs... ♪

♪ The women are crying,
red rivers of weeping ♪

♪ She came in town and
then she drove away ♪

♪ Sunlight in her hair ♪

Woo-hoo! I'm back!

- Hi, Mom!
- Where are you?

- In the sitting room.
- Oh.

Did you draw a picture
of Daddy like I asked?

Yes, and I drew you and the house, too.

- Did you give him big ears?
- Yes, I did.

Good. Let me see.

Aw. I love that one the best.

That's you picking an apple
off the tree for salads.

- Oh, you're like Eve.
- Apple for salads.

- Eve. You're like Eve.
- No.

- Well done in your amazing painting!
- Oh, painting.

Here's to the cake,
here's to the painting.

To Melissa, the artiste.

Let's just see how I get on

with his parents first, shall we?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

How's my sister?

Well, she's destroying the kitchen

"making a cake."

Hi, sis.

Hey, baby sis.

Send me a letter.

I'll send you some cake.

What kind of cake?

Okay, got to run. Me and
Connor are going for drinks.

Write me. I love you.

Oh, I love you.

And, oh, I want to hear more about him.

Would... would you... ? Oh.

All right.

Gym membership,

gone. We hit the streets.

- Done.
- Which brings me to...

- The Stag.
- Oh, well, there's no expense

there 'cause I hardly ever use it.

Honey, I've seen your
credit card receipts.

You've spent 1,200 this year alone

on breakdowns and parts.

Well, what are you doing going
through my credit card receipts?

You gave them to me to do our taxes?

- You're welcome, by the way.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Well, what about your boat?

You know you could get
a couple grand for that.

Okay. Fine.

Oh, no. No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Oh, no, not again. Please?

Please? Please?

God... damn it.

I'm changing my number until
you get rid of this thing.

Hello?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm selling
it for five grand.

Sure. Well, we're around all
weekend if you want to drop by.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll text you the details.

Thanks. Bye.

Maybe found a buyer for the car.

Another one? Great.

You could have sold that
car five times by now.

- Coffee?
- Yup.

The brakes are slow,

so you're alert, predicting
things before they happen.

The steering's rack-and-pinion,
the bushings are pretty worn,

so it's basically
like driving a go-cart.

I mean, you'd need to get that fixed,

if you do buy it, but, you
know, you probably won't.

Well, you certainly know
your stuff, for a lady.

Yeah, well, you'll need to
get your blood pressure checked

'cause these cars were
designed for a much younger man.

Apologies.

Now, it's just that my wife and
my daughters have zero interest.

Whereas my son and I,

we'll tinker all
afternoon, every Sunday.

My husband taught me everything
I know about this car.

All right. He's a...
he's an enthusiast, too?

- Him? No. My first husband.
- Oh.

He bought this car
when he was a student.

He saved every penny, worked
two jobs through college.

He made sure I understood it
before he'd let me near it.

Or anyone.

I mean, if you were to come down
to 4,700, we could have a deal.

- What do you think?
- Really?

Look, are you sure you
want to sell this car?

Yeah.

What's this heap of old iron doing here?

- Old iron?
- I'll give you ten buck for it.

Don't be daft. This
was once a great car.

Is that a bit like the
man buying your car, Mommy?

Oh, no, honey. That's
the mean junkyard man.

The man buying the car
is actually pretty nice.

Oh, thank God.

You're selling your guys' Prius?

Oh, no. Um...

No, I'm actually thinking
about selling the Stag.

It's falling to pieces. I sent you...

You're-you're selling Dad's car?

Well, I wasn't going to
until I had talked to you.

I mean, I'd keep it for you if you want.

It's just, it breaks down
every time I get in it.

And I got to fork out thousands
to keep it on the road.

You know? And we don't have a garage.

I guess.

Love, are you okay with that? Come on.

I sent you a mail. Uh, you
obviously didn't get it.

Fine. I love that car.

But yeah, I completely get it.

I don't want it to fall
apart in the street.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Now, bedtime, Missy!

Hey, girl!

Hey, Niall.

Look at you two. You little monkey.

Place sucks without you.

- Eight more sleeps.
- Which reminds me.

- Come on.
- Ooh.

What do you say? Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Shannon.

- See you in a few days.
- I'll be up to read you

- a story in five minutes.
- You're grand.

- I have an episode of The Crown to watch.
- Not you.

- That's sure to knock me out.
- Yeah.

He's making me sell it.

No, he's right. It's
the grown-up thing to do.

Dad told me never to attach
too much meaning to things.

It's a car.

What we all did in it that matters.

Those memories are
seared into us forever.

Yeah. I mean, you know...

it might not sell.

'Cause the fella said he
was gonna get back to me.

He's got to run it by his wife.

So it-it might not even get sold.

Well, I mean, you
don't fully understand,

because it's 15 years until
we send Melissa to college.

Yeah, but I can totally imagine
what you're going through.

But-but Skyping every night

and physically looking at each other,

it just makes the separation harder.

Phones were better.

For all these advancements,

the 21st century just
messes with things.

Well, I spoke to my mom

a handful of times in
four years of college.

It was better.

I don't know.

Maybe she was privately bawling.

That generation

- was more robust.
- Mm.

If I miss Melissa one percent as much

as I miss Shannon around
here, I'll be a wreck.

Really?

You don't show it.

Can't both be whimpering
messes, now, can we?

I haven't whimpered once.

I'm just hellishly lonely.

I'd never show the girls that.

I know. I'm... sorry.

Mm.

- God, no, don't do that.
- Mm...

Don't. Please.

All right. Sorry. I was just...

trying to help.

Sorry.

Now, you say you're hellishly lonely.

Then I try to show
you you are not alone,

you bat me off, like a mosquito.

I see you. You're right there

next to me. Uh, I just...

don't feel you need to
be intimate. That's all.

If I can't fix you with
affection or intimacy,

- then what's the point?
- Fix me?

It's not a pop song.

I'm not broken. I'm just...

What?

You're making me do
something I don't want to do.

Is this about that fucking car again?

Yeah. Maybe.

I felt awful telling
Shannon that tonight.

So don't sell the fuck...

I mean, Jesus, I was just
trying to keep the family

- from going bankrupt.
- Well, we're not going bankrupt!

Oh, God.

Seriously?

You're gonna sulk?

I am not sulking.

I'm just thinking up
other things we can do

to make savings.

And that was the headline news

on Lunchtime Live on Radio Dublin FM.

Well, it's a beautiful
winter's day here,

and we are just loving
the change in the weather

and the colors finally
coming into the trees.

Yeah. Definitely warms

the cockles of the heart, Louise...

Hello?

We have a deal,

if you haven't sold her yet.

O-Oh, great.

Well, my wife says this is the last one.

She knows how long I've
been searching for a Stag,

so she's cutting me some slack.

Yeah. Uh, well, congratulations.

That's an early
Christmas present for you.

Um, do you want to come
over on Saturday lunchtime?

I'll have her ready for you.

Bank draft okay?

Yeah, bank draft's fine.

I'll text you the details.

- See you then.
- Okay.

So, Shannon's seeing someone.

He's a rower.

Studying medicine.

He's good-looking, too.

But not so much that
she'd need to arm herself.

You know?

It's a personal triumph to
me that he might be a doctor.

She's coming home in five days,

and I literally cannot wait.

You know, Niall and I
were talking about that

the other day.

We're such lightweights, our generation.

You know? Crying at school gates.

Support group moms messaging each other

about coping with separation anxiety.

I mean, it is ridiculous.

Niall doesn't show any emotion.

That's just his way.

So, big news.

Um...

I'm selling the car.

And it's breaking my heart.

It's the bills, though.

It's getting older, and
I'm not getting any richer.

I can't talk to you back at
the house or at the office.

I mean, people would think I'm crazy.

But here?

Who cares?

It's like I can feel your presence.

So, I'm getting five grand for it.

And I don't know whether
you would have killed me

for letting it go for that.

But, actually, it's pretty good

for what these models
are getting these days.

I know you put a lot of money into it.

Man, we got a lot of
use out of it, didn't we?

I'll never forget the first
day you showed up in it.

I'd known you about
a year, and I thought

you were absolutely crazy
for buying a sports car.

Two broke lately students.

Want to have lunch in the canteen

or are we going into town?

Oh, no, the canteen will kill you.

- So, town.
- Yes.

Will we drive?

Will we what?

Will we drive?

Will we take the car?

What?

You bought this car?

Yeah.

- You joking?
- No.

Now you're off to buying a sports car?

Until I got in.

Oh, my God.

Can I have a shot?

No.

Nah.

Don't change early.

Wait till it gets to the red line.

Yeah.

That's good.

Should I change again?

Sure, change again.

Now, that's the sweet spot. That's 60.

We went everywhere in this thing.

Ladies, I'm going to take it to 60.

Oh.

Headscarves ready?

Seems like she was witness

to all the good things in my life.

All of my earliest memories of you

is you saying you liked Battenberg.

I like it...

Are you saying I invented that?

That I invented Battenberg?

No, that I invented that memory.

No. I love Battenberg.

It's like a little,
tiny, mini chessboard.

So why are you complaining?

Well, because it's
disgusting, obviously,

but I like the way it looks.

You see? You just like the colors.

I just like the pink and the yellow.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Sorry!

Pregnant woman!

Well, don't slow down.

We never have the
chance to go this fast.

Man, you were a good driver
when you needed to be.

- Be careful going down the slope there.
- Yeah. I know.

- I've got it. I've got it.
- Yeah?

Right. I think the best thing is if...

- There.
- There. Hello.

Do you want Joe Jackson
or Van Morrison, baby?

Wiggles.

- Van Morrison it is.
- She wants the Wiggles.

You're sure you don't
want "Days Like This"?

No. You want "Days Like This."

That's because we've only
heard the Wiggles ten times

this morning.

You only ever play music that you like.

You have to ask her what she likes.

I think we've established
she likes the Wiggles.

I want to expose her to good
music, so she'll have taste.

But that never works.

She's gonna like the exact
opposite music to what we like.

That's just science.

That's probably true.

If we want her to
listen to Van Morrison,

we should probably
play her Michael Bublé.

Who's Michael Bublé?

♪ We'll travel near ♪

♪ And we'll travel far ♪

♪ Toot toot, chugga
chugga, big red car ♪

♪ We're gonna ride the whole day long ♪

Shannon loved those afternoons

you picked her up in it.

Cool dad.

Oh. Uh, bye.

- Should I drive? Okay.
- No. I want to.

And the bad times.

The real, honest-to-goodness
awful times.

Merry Christmas.

That... Have you got it?

- Whoa, whoa. No.
- Have you got it?

- No, honey, honey, we've got it.
- I've got it.

- We've got it...
- No. Let go.

I'm so grateful we had

that one beautiful Christmas together.

I'm fine.

What a... what about me?

Shannon?

Ah!

Bought a tree with a monkey in it.

Sweet monkey face.

Sing us a song.

♪ Have yourself a
merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Let your heart be light ♪

You never get cold.

What come you're cold?

Here.

Shannon helped me out
so much after that.

Yeah.

As best she could.

I'm making the dinner tonight.

Great.

- What are you gonna make?
- Um...

- Lasagna?
- Okay.

And sometimes she couldn't.

So, my worry is I'm not gonna be able

to talk to you again like this.

Do you think I will?

Do you think it's like meditation?

That you can do it anywhere?

So, I'm gonna meet Shannon's
boyfriend over the holiday.

I want to tell you all about him.

Anyway, I love you, and I miss you.

We both do.

There's not a day I don't
wake up or go to sleep

without thinking about you.

See, that's her song.

- Sorry I'm late. Here we are.
- Wow.

Gorgeous.

Now, uh, got the bank draft?

- Yes, indeed.
- Right.

Here we go.

- Thanks.
- It's all there.

- Oh, yeah. Okay.
- Forty-seven.

- Right, anything I need to... ?
- Um, the... the brakes are slow,

and, uh...

She... She's sticky
between second and third.

Um, the sweet spot's,

you know, not around here.

- Thanks again.
- Yeah, you're welcome.

- Okay.
- Away we go.

See you!

Oh, go on, why don't you
break down now, honey?

So, I sold the boat.

Good.

How much did you get for it?

- Three and a half grand.
- That's great.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It was totally the right thing to do.

I shouldn't resent you

for encouraging me to sell the Stag.

You know, I should reward you

for keeping our family on track.

Right.

You know, that car was holding me back.

What do you mean, holding you back?

It's like a time machine.

You know?

Like, when...

I get in it,

it literally transports me.

And...

sometimes, I even talk to him.

And, you know, I'm-I'm...
I'm sorry about that.

How do you mean, talk to him?

It's like he's there beside me.

Uh...

Only happens when, uh, I'm on my own.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because I didn't want
you to think I was crazy

or that I was too involved

in my past life

or that...

I'm trying to keep
him alive or something.

I don't think you can
control things like that.

I have a sweater of his

in the back of my closet
that I keep in plastic.

And sometimes I take
it out, and I smell it,

and it's like he's in the room with me

and he's got his arms around me.

Is that wrong?

I mean, do you want to leave me?

For some folks who lose people,

it can be a real challenge
to keep them alive.

They heal quickly and
get on with their lives

and feel terrible for it.

For others, it's almost
as hard to keep them dead.

They won't leave them alone
the rest of their life.

It's love and grief, baby.

There are no rules.

Does it bother you that Michael
is still so present in my life?

You loved him at the
time he died, right?

Love sets at moments like that.

Grief hopefully fades,

and memory, eventually, but love?

I knew how much you
loved him going into this.

I'm a grown-up.

But I also know how much
room there is in there.

That's what drew me to you.

That your heart was the biggest place

I had ever been in the world.

I knew that from the
way you are with people.

My parents. Patients. Daughters.

And if I got one little part of that,

well, that was way more
than I ever expected in life.

You mean that?

I have a cup,

chipped and broken in the office,

belonging to my mom.

I can see her at the window at home,

refilling endless cups of peppermint tea

when I was a kid.

I don't know why,

but it just, well, transports me.

Sometimes I like to drink from it.

It's like kissing her.

How did I get so lucky twice in my life?

I'm grateful I did once.

Can I tell you something?

You remember that day when
I said I was driving and...

... closed my eyes and
let go of the wheel?

Pretty sure someone grabbed the wheel

and steered me back onto the road.

So I could come to you.

Okay.

- How are you?
- How are you?

Great. Um, do you have a minute?

I do.

Hi! Hi! Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas, baby!

What's going on? I-I
thought you'd sold her.

Ah, it's a long story.

So, what happened?

Niall sold his boat,

and he used the money
to buy the car back.

You're such nutcases.

Yeah. Come on, strap in.

Let's go.

- You in?
- Yeah.

I was all set for a boring train ride.

This is the best surprise ever.

Yeah, screw trains.

The open road, right?

You might want to put on a wooly hat

'cause it's gonna be chilly.

And, you know, we're
probably gonna break down.

And we might get lost.

Remember what your
dad always used to say?

I do.

We get lost together.

Here we go.

Been listening to this all term.

Do you know this album?

♪ When it's not always raining ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When there's no one complaining ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When everything falls into place ♪

♪ Like the flick of a switch ♪

♪ Well, my mama told me ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When you don't need to worry ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When no one's in a hurry ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When you don't get betrayed ♪

♪ By that old Judas kiss ♪

♪ Oh, my mama told me ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When you don't need an answer ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When you don't meet a chancer ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When all the parts of the puzzle ♪

♪ Start to look like they fit ♪

♪ Then I must remember ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When everyone is up-front ♪

♪ And they're not playing tricks ♪

♪ When you don't have no freeloaders ♪

♪ Out to get their kicks ♪

♪ When it's nobody's business ♪

♪ The way that you want to live ♪

♪ I just have to remember ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When no one steps on my dreams ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When people understand what I mean ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When you ring out the changes ♪

♪ Of how everything is ♪

♪ Well, my mama told me ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

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