All language subtitles for Woman in the Wall 1-6 Back to Life

Do not stand at
my grave and weep

I am not there

I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight
on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there

I did not die.

The fuck are you two looking at?

Oh, shite.

Well, that's not good.

Sorry, Jesus.

Ah.

Oh, shit.

The news on the hour.

An official
investigation has begun into

Ireland's mother and baby homes.
It's believed that thousands

of children could have been
taken from their mothers...

...without their consent in
these Catholic-run institutions.

..living conditions, as well as
mortality rates among mothers...

So sorry, Cathy.

There was an issue at home.

It's only five
past. You're fine.

But you just missed someone who
was in here looking for you.

Who?

She wouldn't give me her name.

But she left you something.

I think I'll read this later.

Morning, Tabitha.

How did you do it?

Lace is Lorna's specialty.

I love it.

Thank you.

Oh, you know, I think it
might need taking in here.

Oh, a little more.

I can have it ready
for you Monday.

Thank you, Lorna.

Are you having a hen do at all,
Tabitha? Oh, I am, of course.

Andrea's even ordered a

penis cake.

A penis cake?

Does it look like a penis, or
does it taste like a penis?

Oh, Jesus Christ.
I mean, I hope not.

Afternoon, Lorna.

Bit of home security, is it?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, this should
keep the oddballs out.

How about keeping one in?

Thanks.

Lorna, how are ya?

Niamh.

How's the bump? - Bump?

Bump's been a bit of a bitch.

She's right in my vagina.

See you later, Niamh, all right?

Here, wait a second, you.

Someone said they
saw you last night.

Yeah?

Doing what?

Nothing.

Just sort of

wandering round.

Maybe sleepwalking?

Well, nothing stays quiet for
long around here, does it?

No, sir, it does not.

But, I admit, I was
worried when I heard.

I'm fine. I'm all right.

How could you
possibly be all right?

With all that awfulness back
in the news reminding you

of that fucking place.

Everything they did to you.

Hey.

I'm meeting the others tomorrow.

All the women from
the Kilkinure convent.

I've asked them over.

There's something important
we all need to talk about.

I think there could
finally be an opportunity

for you all to get justice.

Will you come? - No.

Don't just say no. Have a
think. - Look, she's dead.

What's the point?

You don't know that, Lorna.

Lorna...

Where are you taking her?!

Don't take my baby!

Give me my baby!

Hello?

Who is that?

Look, if this is a joke...

Hello?

They'll give you a
good education at the convent.

I'm starting at the
tech in September.

I'm not going to the convent.

Lorna, please.

No messing around here now.

We know about the baby.

Mammy?

Mammy...

This is all in your
best interest, love.

They will look after you,

the both of you.

How much is that?

Thank you.

They're not coming.

What did you say?

Sorry. I meant

it looks like
they're not coming.

Who's not coming?

Well, I thought maybe
you'd been stood up.

Sorry.

You don't remember
me. I'm Michael.

We were at school together.

I'm just back in
town for a wedding.

- Michael?
- Ah?

I want you to meet someone.

Is something funny? I'm sorry?

- You think I'm funny?
- No.

What the fuck are
you laughing at?!

How did you know she wasn't coming,
hmm? - Lorna, will you calm down?

How did you know
she wasn't coming?

I don't understand. - How did
YOU know she wasn't coming?!

It was you, wasn't it? It was
you on the phone! It was you!

I don't understand what
you're saying to me...

Get your hands off...!

Oh...

Oh, shit...

Oh...

Fuck!

We already know who did it.

We already know who
the murderer is.

So, what?

So, what? So, what you're
saying doesn't make any sense.

That's just what it is,
that is what it is called.

Mum, Columbo is not a whodunit.

What do you mean
it's not a whodunit?

Of course it's a whodunit.

It's a fucking great whodunit.

But you see the murderer do
the murder at the very start,

so how can it be a whodunit if
you already know who done it?

- You need some more food.
- No more food, Mum. No more pap, Mum.

- No, I'm going to get you some. It's fine.
- I’m full. - Hey, hey, hey!

Sir.

Detective Akande.

I thought today
was your day off?

Fill me in. What's happened?

Well, it looks to be
blunt-force trauma.

Possible fall down
the stairs, too.

Father Percy Sheehan.

Found a potential
murder weapon there.

Was anything taken?

Was anything taken?

Look at the state of the fucking
place. How should I know?

No signs of forced entry.

It could be a
robbery gone wrong.

But, you know, he WAS a priest.

What's that supposed to mean?

Colman.

Is this you?

Don't be such a racist prick.

Yeah, that's me.

That's my confirmation.

You knew this guy?

He was my parish
priest growing up.

I was a bit of a trouble-maker,
and he looked out for me.

- Where's his car?
- You what?

Where's his car?

Go ahead, Sergeant.

It's a green Triumph.

Perimeter secured? Yeah.

We're about two miles
outside Kilkinure.

Understood, Sergeant.

Hey! Don't touch that!

Would you say
that's an 8 or a B?

It always ends with a number.

It does not.

Does it?

All right.

You stay here.

What?!

For how long?

Sarge!

- Are they here?
- Yep.

Hello to you, too, Lorna.

Charming, as always.

They're all in there.

The whole world is
watching Ireland right now.

Give it a few more years and you'll
be forgotten about all over again.

That's why we have to act now.

I've been meeting with a charity,
called the Atherom Group,

and they're prepared to lobby
aggressively on our behalf.

To get us what
we've always wanted.

To get the state to
recognise that the convent

was a former Magdalene
Laundry. Jesus Christ...

- This again?
- Yes, Amy,

because I am so sick and
tired of the entire world

denying that what happened
to you happened to you.

Please don't...

- Don't get our hopes up again.
- No, I promise you.

Atherom are different.

And this man, James Coyle,
he feels like he can get you

the compensation that
you're all entitled to.

Is that all, compensation?

Yeah, look, Amy, I want this
taught in the Irish curriculum.

I want a fucking day in your
honour, all right? But...

Lorna.

Hello. Come on in, sit down.

No. No, I'm... I'm not...
I'm not here for this.

Then what are you here for?

I just wanted to ask...

Did anyone else get a...?

Sorry to...

Well said.

Did we not go through
all this before, Niamh?

And they said that
the convent was a...

..a what?

They said it was
a training centre.

Training? Training for what?

Those nuns used us
as slave labour.

They tortured us and
they profited from it.

I'm with Niamh.

But what if they laugh at us?

What if they call us liars?

But you're not liars, Clemence.

Aethrom knows that.

They want to meet
you on Wednesday.

To hear all your stories.

I know this is difficult.

Jesus, only half
of you turned up.

Wait. Who didn't turn up?

Well, if they're not ready
to be part of this yet,

I can't really say.

Is this whole thing
just about the laundry?

Or is it going to include the
mother and baby home, as well?

No, we need to focus on
one thing at a time, OK?

So, the Kilkinure convent was
one of only a few that was

both a laundry and a
mother and baby home.

So, you're saying us
mothers don't matter?

- Me, Clemence, Lorna...
- No, that's not what I'm saying.

Well, I don't want compensation.

I want blood.

I want the Pope in Rome to
drive all the way to Kilkinure

in his stupid fucking Popemobile

and apologise unreservedly
to each and every one of us.

Right.

And short of that, Amy?

And short of that, what's the point?

Well, people think that
this couldn't happen again,

and then they forget that the
last laundry closed in 1996.

Wasn't medieval times.

The fucking Macarena
was in the charts.

And if the state are allowed to feel
like they've gotten away with this,

this can happen again.
I'm not here for this.

Lorna, are you OK?

Niamh, can you come out
and talk to me, please?

No-one leave, please.

- Are you all right? You look
like you've seen a ghost. - What?

- What happened to your face?
- Oh...

- Lorna, look, come back inside.
- I shouldn't have come here.

- Maybe it's best you talk to the
other... - I shouldn't have come here.

- I shouldn't have come here.
- Lorna... Please.

MUSIC: Let It Burn by Goat

♪ The sky lights up once again

♪ Like sunrise rode at his fall

♪ You know this

♪ You showed me it's
that time once again

♪ When plants
reflect in your eyes

♪ You know it... ♪

Can I help you there, sham?

The door is locked.

We've limited opening hours.

Yeah, well, do you not
know crime doesn't sleep?

Yeah? Yeah. Well, I do.

I'm still waiting on
a name for you, lad?

Detective Sergeant Colman
Akande from Dublin.

Sergeant Aidan Massey.

Jesus.

They said they were
sending a lad from Dublin.

- Not one of the Backstreet Boys.
- What?

Not one of the...

Right, sorry. Come on, we'll
go inside and get warm, huh?

So, all this fuss
over an old car, huh?

It's down there.

I'd say the fuss is more
about the murder of a priest.

Well, either way, we...

Either way, Kilkinure
is a very boring town.

I'm proud of that.

It's my job to make sure
things don't get interesting.

Do you understand?

Loud and clear.

Why'd they drive
the car down here?

I'm sorry?

Father Percy have some sort
of connection with this place?

Sure, I never heard of
the man until today.

Now, I'm just keen to get
this whole thing wrapped up

fairly lively, you know.
He was a family friend.

He was a good man.

Well, I'm sorry
for your loss.

Shall we head to the facility,
have a look at the car?

The facility?

You mean the field?

What field? The field
where the car is.

The car is in a field? The
field is where we found it.

Our man Skelly's
been with it all day.

Is he forensics? Skelly?

Forensics?

Skelly.

Any trouble?

Oh, yeah.

A big cow got kind of
near it about

four hours ago.

Didn't I chase it off bravely?

Ah, Garda Conor Skelly.

Detective Sergeant Colman
Akande from Dublin.

Can I go or what, Massey? I
feel like a fucking scarecrow.

So, you've had no forensic testing
done on the car whatsoever?

Lookit, lad, the last time I
tried to do some actual policing

without the say-so of you Dubs,

I got a whole load of grief
that I'm in no hurry to repeat.

Cases like this now, I do as
I'm told, not a modicum more.

Nobody will be able to get
out here until tomorrow.

You can't leave the car
out here until then.

Sure, we've a lock-up
back at the station.

- Is it secure?
- Yes!

We'll need to do
some door to door.

Any houses close by?
Any locals have priors?

Lookit, I'm telling you, the
fellow won't be from this town!

Better to rule
everything out, no?

What's with all the
hairbrushes? Huh?

I saw hairbrushes all over town.

Ah.

That's the Wailing Woman.

She's a banshee.

She screams and wails when a
loved one dies, and all that.

They say she can
only be calmed down

by having her long hair combed.

- Sure, it's a bit of fun in
the darker months. - Right.

Until you see her, that is.

Or hear her, God forbid.

See, we don't believe in ghosts.

Doesn't mean we're not
afraid of them, though.

- Can you confirm your whereabouts
the last couple of nights? - Yeah.

Where were you?

None of your fucking business.

Who is this fellow, Massey?

We're just following
up on some enquiries.

There's nothing to be
concerned about, Amy.

There never is with
you lot, is there?

Did you know a
Father Percy Sheehan?

I'll take that as a yes.

Did I know him?

He's the one that
put us in that place.

What place?

Detective Dublin,

how much do you know about
the Magdalene Laundries?

You haven't told him
nothing, have you, Massey?

- Figures.
- What are you saying?

Are you saying there was a
laundry here in Kilkinure?

Ah, no. Of course not.

That wouldn't be
allowed, would it?

What did Father Percy have to
do with the Magdalene Laundry?

Why are you asking me
about Father Percy, anyway?

Finally caught the old prick?

Did something happen to him?

Father Percy was found dead at
his home in Dublin this morning.

Thank fuck for that.

What, you didn't like him, so?

I didn't like him?

There's no earthly justice for
what they did to us in that place,

except maybe a long, drawn-out death
for every single person involved.

And if Father Percy
finally got his,

well, then hip-hip-hurray,
as far as I'm concerned.

But I didn't kill him.

What are you claiming his
involvement was in this place?

- Fuck you. Claiming? - Right,
we're going to have to confirm

your whereabouts
the past two days.

What? Do you mean like an alibi?

I was in the hospital.

Go check with them.

I'm tired.

Right, if you're not going
to arrest me, fuck off!

You said you didn't
know Father Percy.

Well, lookit, I don't remember the
name of every priest that I see.

Sure, it's like
Jerusalem round here,

with holy sites and
convents and pilgrimages.

And you didn't think to mention
there was a Magdalene Laundry?

Look, the state had an
investigation a few years ago,

but they dismissed everything.
They said it was

a training centre.
- Was Father Percy involved?

Well, you tell me. You
say you knew the man.

We're looking for a reason why his
killer drove all the way out here.

I need to know if there's any
truth in anything she just said.

We need to go to that convent.

Yeah, lookit, if you're
thinking about going up there,

you're going to
make a lot of noise

and you're going to
upset a lot of people,

your own superintendent
probably included.

Are any more of these
women still around?

What women?

The women from the laundry.

OK, but what
happened after that?

After you made a fool of
yourself and attacked a grown man

and knocked yourself out on the
dance floor, after that? - Yeah.

I don't know, Lorna. You
just left. - On me own?

No. Someone took you home.

Who?

I don't know, some woman.

What? She took me home?

I don't know if she took you home.
She certainly took you out...

- Who was she?!
- I don't know. Look, I'm just...
- Hi, Siobhan!

Hey, Conor. You look like shite.

Well, so would you if you had
to stand in a field all day,

staring at a car like
some kind of pervert.

- All right, Lorna?
- Hmm.

I had this murder case.

A murder? Round here?

No, in Dublin. Some priest.

But they dumped his car here.

Well, come on, then.
Get me a pint...

I'm sorry, love.
It's the best place for you.

Dad.

No, I don't want to go!

Dad!

Please, Dad!

Help me!

Please, help yourself.

No, no, I'm fine,
thanks a million.

- You have to eat something.
- I’m OK, honestly. Thanks very much.

You're just as well, Detective.

Peggy's sandwiches
are a pile of shite.

You've been eating my
sandwiches for nearly 40 years.

So, I would know!

Do you remember a
Father Percy at all?

Sorry, Father Percy was
a little after our time.

But you do remember him?
So he was at the convent?

Oh, yes. Well...

But you'd only ever meet
him if you were in trouble.

Do you mean pregnant?

There were lots of reasons the
girls ended up in the laundries.

Not all of us had babies.

Peggy was a great beauty.

They used to say she was after
the boys and the married men.

She never even had a boyfriend.

Would any of the other women have
had a reason to harm Father Percy?

Those women are
the best of women.

They're the kindest, strongest
women you'll ever meet!

He didn't mean
anything by it, Peggy!

He was just asking questions.

Those were hard times.

We just about survived,
but it wasn't easy.

Most of the women, they can't
find a family, find a job.

Some of us have even got
in trouble with the guards.

Like Amy Kane?

Yes, well.

Poor Amy.

Was there someone else
you were thinking about?

I can't talk about
this any more.

I can't talk about
this any more! Peggy!

Peggy!

We need to leave.

What's this about another one
of the women being in trouble

with the guards? It's
nothing, all right?

Lorna Brady.

She broke into the convent
grounds one night last year

and desecrated a shrine to
the Virgin Mary with an axe.

She sounds violent.

She was sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking?

Lorna's harmless, Colman.

Lorna's not...

She's not right in the head.

Girls, we're going to
hit the road, all right?

Miss Brady?

Miss Brady?

Lorna?

Shit!

Miss Brady?

Hello?

Oh, fuck!

Oh!

Fuck, fuck...

Fucking idiot!

Fuck!

Oh, shit...

Forensics are on their way.

They'll find nothing.

Look, I'm sorry. This is...

This is on me.

Yeah, well,

new crime scene.

New evidence, new opportunities.

It also means I was
completely fucking right.

Someone's trying to
cover their tracks.

And they're somewhere nearby

in your boring little town.

Lorna?

Lorna.

Are you all right?

I just haven't really slept.

Oh!

It is perfect!

Isn't she a bride!

Lorna, why don't you let
me finish up here

and perhaps you could go and make
us all a nice cup of tea? - Mmm.

Oh, Aidan, how are you?

Hiya, Cathy. Lorna.

That's a beautiful
dress, Tabitha.

It's a lovely shape.

Oh. Thanks, Massey.

Yeah, this is Detective
Colman Akande.

He's on loan to us from Dublin.

Oh, is this about
that fire, is it?

I'll make the tea, Cathy.

Actually, we just wanted a
quick word with you,

Lorna, if that's all right?

Hello, Lorna. Nice
to finally meet you.

What do you want?

I'm here, as Sergeant Massey
said, as part of an investigation

into the murder of a priest,

a man named Father
Percy Sheehan.

Do you remember Father
Percy at all, Lorna?

No. Sorry.

But you were at the
convent, weren't you?

Can you remember the last
time you saw Father Percy?

Sorry.

Sorry...

I haven't slept much.

I think I need to
sit down. Is that OK?

Yeah, that's all right, Lorna.

We can finish this some other time.

We need to talk to this
woman. That's enough.

Ohh. Bye, Cathy.

Oh, goodbye, Aidan.

Come on, Colman.

Now, then, Tabitha. Yeah.

Ah, it's just a
few loose threads.

- Lorna, pet.
- Yeah.

Would you mind? Maybe
you could see to that?

I'm your mammy...

Lorna! Lorna!
Lorna, please, stop!

Give me my baby!

Lorna! What have you done?!

She's ruined it...!
Tabitha! Are you all right?

Lorna!

Give me my baby!

Give me my baby.

♪ ..The silence

♪ Finding comfort together

♪ The way old friends do

♪ And after fights
and words of violence

♪ We make up with each other

♪ The way old friends do

♪ Times of joy and
times of sorrow

♪ We will always see it through

♪ Oh, I don't care
what comes tomorrow

♪ We can make it together

♪ The way old friends do

♪ You and I can
share the silence

♪ Finding comfort together

♪ The way old friends do... ♪

♪ ..And after fights and
words of violence... ♪

♪ ..We make up with each other

♪ The way old friends do

♪ Times of joy and
times of sorrow... ♪

♪ ..We will always
see it through

♪ Oh, I don't care
what comes tomorrow

♪ We can make it together

♪ The way old friends do

♪ We can make it together

♪ The way old friends do... ♪