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[music]

[gentle woodwinds]

[seagulls cawing]

[gentle woodwinds continue]

♪♪

♪♪

["Silent Night" playing on speakers]

♪ 'round yon virgin ♪

♪ Mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant ♪

♪ So tender and mild ♪

[voice on TV] All aboard!

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace... ♪

♪ Sleep in heavenly ♪

♪ Peace... ♪

[gentle strings]

[gentle strings continue]

[seagulls cawing]

[car horns honking]

[police sirens wailing]

[muffled announcement over PA]

[rumbling]

[distant baby crying]

[Shane] Do you ever get a sense

And nothing is real except what's going on inside you?

But it's hard to explain because...

what's going on inside you...

always runs contrary to what's actually

going on around you?

[inhales]

["Breathe," Kemo the Blaxican]

♪ Better days are coming, I know they gotta be ♪

♪ Let the sun break through and shine on me ♪

♪ Ain't no stopping me when I do my thing ♪

♪ Everything you got, you best bring ♪

♪ 'Cause what my mama taught, that's what I teach... ♪

[train horn blaring]

♪ Still breathing... ♪

-[knocking on door] -[Frankie] Driscoll!

[knocking on door]

Driscoll! Driscoll!

-[man] Stop that banging! -[woman] Mind your business--

-[Frankie] Driscoll! -He ain't there.

Driscoll!

[man] What do you want with him?

-Driscoll! -He owe you money?

Driscoll!

Motherfucker.

[distant baby crying]

Driscoll! Driscoll!

[car horns honking]

[Frankie] Driscoll!

[sighing] I hope the fucker's still alive.

If you find him, tell him I'm gonna

-call the cops! -Driscoll!

♪ Look inside yourself, did you find peace? ♪

♪ I'm still breathing, breathe ♪

-♪ Just a little bit longer... ♪ -[car horn honking]

♪ I need more time, though, a little bit longer ♪

♪ Breathe just a little bit longer ♪

[car horns honking]

♪ Breathe just a little bit longer ♪

♪ I need more time... ♪♪

[rumbling]

[harmonica playing]

♪♪

[resuming harmonica]

♪♪

You sad? You wanna hear some blues?

-Give me that! -Hey! Let go of me!

-Give me it back! -You don't need it!

-It's the devil's-- -Let go--

Give it to an old man who really needs it.

Come on! [groaning]

Hey.

[groaning]

-[groaning] -Hey!

-You all right? -[groaning]

Hey, hey, you okay?

I am now. [chuckling]

Come on, now!

Come on, give an old blues man some whiskey.

Give me a little sip.

Just a little. I'm a sorry soul,

just dying out on the street.

I just can't get my little hands...

Get up, come on.

[grunting]

Jesus Christ.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait for me.

[playing harmonica]

[blues guitar playing]

[blues singer] ♪ Merry Christmas now, baby ♪

♪ Now, darlin', ain't you glad to be home? ♪♪

[laughing]

[harmonica playing]

[woman] I guess I'll be walking home.

[old man] Give me some of that.

[old man sighing]

[distant pedestrian chatter]

So... where are you from?

-What's it to you? -Come on.

Don't be an asshole-- where are you from?

I'm Irish, Sligo.

My mom was from Dublin.

So I... try to keep

a wee bit of the Irish, you know?

There we go, have to go to the bathroom.

You like my condo? Can't beat the rent.

Bathroom's right here.

-[belch] -So, what did you do,

before you fucked up, like?

[urine pattering]

I was a chauffeur.

Nice coat.

Hat.

Shiny buttons.

I used to drive people to where they needed to go.

Or sometimes...

where they didn't need to go.

Know what I mean?

You know what, I knew a gentleman from Sligo.

He was a big man, he was a boxer.

I drove him for about a year.

A real gentleman.

Big... Jim Dwyer.

You ever see him in Sligo?

No?

Oh, he was a good man.

Lord took him too soon.

[woman] ♪ Many signs to see... ♪

[old man] That always happens with the good ones, doesn't it?

Too soon.

Way too soon.

[car horns honking]

["Drunken Christmas," Finnegan's Hell]

♪ And I'm drunk again ♪

♪ Should I open my present ♪

♪ And go back to bed ♪♪

[soft patron chatter]

Excuse me... excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Hey.

Hey.

Any chance of getting served before sunrise?

Hey, hello?

Hello?

Hey, keep your panties on.

What can I get you?

Whiskey. Neat, please.

Actually, you know what?

Uh...

you'd better make that a double.

Ah, you know, it saves me the trauma of having

to go through this again, and, uh,

you having to do your job.

Jesus, what an asshole.

[bartender] Cool your jets, Kirsty.

Here you go, asshole.

[bartender] You don't know who that is?

That's the infamous Shane Driscoll.

Yeah, Irish comedian.

He's on a tour of North America.

Bit of a Johnny Big-Balls.

Comedian, huh? That explains a lot.

♪ As I was going over ♪

♪ Those far famed Kerry Mountains ♪

♪ I sat with Captain Farrell ♪

♪ And his money he was counting ♪

♪ I first produced my pistol ♪

♪ And saying "stand and deliver"... ♪♪

I have the original at home.

Found it in an old bookstore.

Central Park in simpler times.

I think it was taken around the '50s, you know?

You're the first person to pay any attention to it.

Does it mean anything to you?

I can make it whatever, see what I want,

because right now it's me and the photo

trying to connect.

But when you come up to me and ask me

if it means anything to me, then I have to try

to explain it, and that means I have to use language

to explain it, and then you're gonna pervert

that language to suit yourself,

and from that perversion, you're gonna impose

your own interpretation on me,

so how I feel about the photo

becomes irrelevant because you've invaded my space

and tried to develop your own way of looking at it,

through me.

[gentle music]

[train rattling]

[gentle music continues]

♪♪

[woman] ♪ Oh, Holy Night ♪

♪ The stars are brightly... ♪

[over stereo] ♪ Shining ♪

Tell me about him.

-Not again. -[soft chuckle]

Away with ya.

Big Jim Dwyer.

The devil himself.

Did I ever say

he used to call me the Queen of New York?

He couldn't keep his hands off me.

But hell, it was fun.

One day, out of the blue,

he tells me he's saved enough...

-[beeping over intercom] -[woman] To all residents,

Christmas dinner will be served...

...to pay for our passage back to Ireland...

...and buy a peace of land overlooking the ocean.

His perfect bay.

His destiny.

I was young and wild,

so many things happening in my life.

I should've gone with him.

He was taken soon after by a terrible fever.

God rest his soul.

I wish I could be with him again.

Don't live for tomorrow.

You will always be a day behind.

Don't make the same mistakes as me.

If you find the real deal,

don't let anything fuck it up.

[chuckling] Grandma.

[Kirsty] How bad is it?

[Jeanne] Your white blood cell count,

it's way too low.

Any pain?

Tylenol.

I'm going to prescribe you something stronger.

Am I gonna die this time?

Well, you've beaten it once before.

Here.

I don't think so, not this time.

It's too depressing.

A room full of sad people with fake smiles,

pretending like it doesn't matter.

Keep it anyway.

Tests should be back soon.

[melancholy music]

[melancholy music continues]

[Kirsty, echoing] Am I gonna die this time?

♪♪

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder crashing]

[panting]

[shrieking]

[thunder crashing]

[thunder rolling]

[melancholy music continues]

[thunder crashing]

[panting]

-[thunder crashing] -[strained panting]

[thunder crashing]

[screaming]

[car horns honking]

[police siren wailing]

[Shane] I'm a good lover, I am, but I find women

so confusing, right, and I just-- I-- you know,

I can't quite work them out.

Oh, maybe I should spend more than an hour with them,

and I suppose I should probably get to know their names.

[audience laughter]

Women.

-Yeah... -[scattered laughter]

Yeah...

yeah...

Sorry for staring, I always get drawn

to the prettiest girl in the room.

[audience laughter]

So I don't really know why I was looking at you.

-[audience laughter] -[whistling]

I'm Irish. Right?

And Ireland has changed a lot in recent years,

and that has brought with it a little-known something

called... racism.

[audience boo-ing, jeering]

And, right? It's just ignorance.

Ignorance. Now, why can't we all just get along?

Whether you're Catholic, Protestant, Hindu, Muslim,

Buddhist or Jewish, what it all boils down to--

-we all wank off. -[audience laughter]

You know what I'm talking about, girls.

[audience laughter]

It's been an absolute pleasure

and an honor and a privilege...

for all of you to watch me tonight,

and I'm sure that I'll remember a little bit of it, too.

No, a big shout-out now, down the back...

to my shite assistant, Frankie.

-Manager, arsehole. -[audience laughter]

Ah, good, well then, maybe you can manage to buy me a pint.

Can you feel the love? Can you?

But thank you so much. Good night, New York.

And I love ya.

[cheering and applause]

[R&B playing in background]

[soft chatter]

Hey, Johnny, Johnny, the blonde that

was sitting here, did you see where she went?

What am I, Columbo?

♪ Oh, not this time ♪

♪ Mighta thought I'd take the bait ♪

Just pull over there, pull over there.

Hey, hey!

Wait-wait-wait-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

♪ Or you thought I'd take it back, baby... ♪♪

It's me, the... the asshole.

I bought you a drink, didn't I?

It's a bit warm, but you know, it's the...

thought that counts.

Tell you what, come on, and I'll...

I'll take ya anywhere you want to go.

-Anywhere I want to go? -Anywhere.

Come on.

-[taxi driver] Hey-- hey! -[honking horn]

[car horns honking]

[Shane] I wouldn't've figured you for this.

[Kirsty] I mean, you can always leave.

[Shane] I would, but I'm kind of intrigued now.

I mean, you're quite clearly crazy, but...

I wouldn't mind knowing a little bit more.

Come on now, it's a free session.

[Kirsty chuckles softly

[clearing throat] Well, being up here

helps me see the world more clearly.

You know, there's no one to cloud my judgments,

Challenge my choices.

Up here, nobody can invade my space.

Unless I invite them in.

[gentle strings]

What?

Do you wanna get hitched?

Uh... no.

-I don't think so. -Ahh, I think--

-I think I mean it. -[soft chuckle]

No-- no! Fuck no!

Yeah, yeah, look at you, playing hard to get.

[soft laugh]

So, this infamous tour, do you get beaten up a lot?

No, it's not all fun and games.

You know, sometimes I like to stay home

with my good friend Jameson.

And where's next after here?

LA, Vancouver, Montreal,

then back here and on to the next one.

Hey, did you know that the number

of rational hypotheses that can explain

any given phenomenon is infinite?

Fact. It's called Pirsig's Postulate.

It means you could be stuck with bullshit

until the end of time.

Well, you see, that is why I turned you down.

[phone ringing]

Sorry.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[woman] ♪ Amazing Grace ♪

♪ How sweet ♪

♪ The sound ♪

♪ That saved ♪

♪ A wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

♪ I once ♪

♪ Was lost ♪

♪ But now ♪

♪ Am found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ Now I can ♪

♪ See ♪

[train horn blaring]

-[police siren wailing] -[car horns honking]

[man] ♪ My... window today ♪

[old man] Merry Christmas!

Hey, Chatty Cathy!

You're not much of a talker, are you?

Big conversationalist, you are.

Chit-chat, chit-chat.

Ooh-- whoa!

[glass shattering]

Ow, yes!

♪ I'll tell you right now... ♪♪

I know that look.

What look is that, then?

The look... right there.

[woman] Happy Holidays!

It hollows out a man.

It's the look of loss.

I know. I've been there.

I know its source.

Its worth.

And its dangers.

["Crazy World," Aslan]

[singer vocalizing]

♪ How can I protect you ♪

-♪ In this crazy world ♪ -[phone ringing]

-♪ It's all right ♪ -Yeah.

[Shane] I'm lying in bed, and I'm naked and desperate.

Jesus, that is so gross.

[Shane] Ah, phone sex? Phone sex?

EMCEE: Shane Driscoll!

[Shane] It's hard to do this alone, you know?

Do you not know I'm working?

REPORTER: Controversial comedian

-with a... -[Shane] Come on.

-I just need a hand. -Okay, I'm hanging up now.

-Oh, no-no-no-no... -I'm hanging up.

[cheering and applause]

♪ And when the talking's over ♪

♪ All the crowd have gone ♪

♪ There's nothing left I can do ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna get through to you? ♪

Bench in the park, you said.

You aware of how many benches there are in this jungle?

Took me ages to find this bitch.

Bench, that is.

[Kirsty] Ugh.

-What's with the face? -You smell of stale sweat

and cheap aftershave.

[sniffs]

Yeah, right.

You know, I could do with a good servicing.

My place is, like, five minutes from here.

-I was thinking that maybe we... -Oh, come on, you wish.

No, hold on, hold on, what?

Whoa now, come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey, look.

We could just do stuff, you know?

Friends with benefits who don't email

and text and all that shite.

-You know? -Do stuff?

Yeah?

-You wanna do stuff? -Yeah?

-[gasping] -[screaming]

[laughing]

-That's a no then, yeah? -[laughing]

[car horns honking]

[Shane] ♪ We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork ♪

♪ We were bound, far away, with a cargo of bricks ♪

♪ For the fine pretty isle of New York ♪

♪ In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore and aft ♪

♪ And, oh, how the wild wind drove her ♪

♪ She had 23 masts and could sure take a blast ♪

♪ And we called her the Irish Rover ♪

[woman] ♪ Yellow is the color ♪

♪ Of my true love's hair ♪

♪ In the morning ♪

♪ When we rise ♪

♪ In the morning ♪

♪ When we rise ♪

♪ That's the type ♪

♪ Oh, that's the type ♪

♪ I love the best ♪

You drooled, you know that?

Funny guy, comedian, right.

Yeah, well, you know what, it's not easy being funny.

Really? 'Cause...

I saw some of your material, and I have to say,

it didn't look too difficult.

Ahh, right, okay.

I'm just saying.

Stand up.

-What? -Come on, stand up.

-I wanna see your routine. -Oh, come on.

Oh, well, if it's so easy being funny--

-No, I'm just saying-- -So easy.

-Look, I'm just saying-- -All right, here's a microphone.

--like, you get paid a lot of money--

-Here you go. -to do what?

Make me laugh.

What?

-Shit, okay. -Come on.

Wait, I have just to channel you first.

[laughing] Gotta hold

your microphone right there, right?

And then walk up and down a bit.

All right, okay, is that the way I walk?

Like I've got rickets, is it?

And, like, make sure you play with your hair a lot,

just to look all, like, tousled and sexy.

Oh, so you do think I'm sexy.

-No, and then-- -Yeah, that's what I'm hearing.

and then I'm gonna talk about how many women

I've slept with in the whole world,

in the whole of Ireland and the whole of America,

I've slept with every woman in the audience,

and I can't even remember their names.

And I'm gonna keep talking about my penis,

just to keep putting in your head

that I'm a sexy guy, right?

Even though you're not.

And then I'm gonna pick out some poor woman in the audience

sitting next to her boyfriend and tell her she's ugly.

That's just mean, like.

-I never said that. -[laughing]

And by the way, did I mention that I'm Irish?

I'm from Sligo.

Have you ever met anybody from Sligo? Ooh!

I'm Shane "O'Driscoll" from Sligo,

and I like to eat potatoes,

potatoes, fuckin' love a potato me, I could--

[laughing]

[romantic strings]

[Shane] You ever get the sense

And...

And nothing else is real except what's going on

inside you, but you can't...

you can't explain it because

what's going on inside you is actually running contrary

to what's really going on around you.

You know, it's like-- it's like Jimmy Stewart

in "It's a Wonderful Life."

You know, he thought he could see everything so clearly.

He thought he had it all figured out, and then...

when all the bullshit was stripped away, he realized,

you know, he had nothing.

Then he had to try and figure out

what he hadn't been looking at, the real journey,

you know, he'd ignored it.

Yeah, so what's your journey?

[scoffing]

I don't know, the train is packed,

and I'm still looking for a seat.

I've got a feeling that

you just got on it with me, or...

I just got on it with you. [chuckling]

-I love that movie. -Oh, yeah, it's great.

-So, do you like Christmas? -No, I fucking hate it.

[laughing]

["Everything Must Change," Paddy Casey]

♪ I was looking for a moment ♪

♪ Through my bag of memories ♪

♪ Something that might shed some light ♪

♪ On how I came to be ♪

♪ And what I found turned out around ♪

♪ As far as I can see ♪

♪ I thought of you, out of the blue ♪

♪ And it all came back to me ♪

♪ I was young and free and innocent ♪

♪ When you took me by surprise ♪

♪ You stook that feeling in my heart ♪

♪ When you caught me with her eyes ♪

♪ By the whole wide world surrounding me ♪

[Frankie] Hey, dick brain!

-[door slams] -You awake?

Oh.

So you're her.

And where the hell is he?

Uh, he was gone when I woke up.

Oh.

Now there's a novelty.

-Look, Kristy-- -It's Kirsty.

Whatever, look, you seem like

-a nice girl, but-- -[phone ringing]

-I should probably get that. -[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[muffled] Hey.

[rattling]

[beep]

[soft rattling]

-Uh, I... -[bottle rattling]

I'll...

-Shit. -[door closes]

[thunder crashing]

[tires squeaking]

[thud]

[distant pop song playing]

-Bourbon, Johnny. -All right, you got it.

[sighing]

Fuck you.

Just don't say anything.

-This one's too nice for you. -This one is different.

Really?

What's that supposed to mean?

How much do you know about her?

Frankie, whatever you think you know,

I don't want to know, all right?

You're my sister, not my fucking therapist.

-Manager! -Whatever! Don't!

[sighing]

Did ya...

did ya pick up me laundry?

Yes, I picked up your laundry.

-[sighing] -You think you might

pick up your own fucking laundry, you know?

That's what I have an assistant for, innit?

[distant police siren wailing]

[distant horns honking]

[woman] ♪ Take me ♪

♪ Away from here ♪

♪ Or leave me on ♪

♪ The line of the shore ♪

♪ Forget ♪

♪ Everyone's so far away ♪

♪ There's nothing left for me anymore ♪

♪ My love is like... ♪

[stomping feet, humming]

[humming]

Ah, Jesus.

You are one fast motherfucker.

I almost had a heart attack trying to find you.

I invite you to my condo.

I shared your whiskey with you.

You left me,

you hurt my feelings.

But I found you.

[belching]

Hey.

I have an idea.

How about you buy me...

a drinky?

I'll have a Macallan's 15, neat.

-In a little short glass. -Enough, stop it.

-Okay, give me a real scotch. -Stop-- stop it!

You know how I look at things?

All this... doesn't exist.

You can't cling onto it, you can't go back to it.

It's second to second. You've got to move on.

You got to move forward in life.

-That's all-- -Just don't follow me.

-No-no-no, we have to talk-- -Let go of me.

[overlapping shouting]

-Hey, whoa! -Yo, buddy,

you got a problem here?

-[clatter] -[old man] Might as well

make a night of it.

♪ How can I make myself clear ♪

♪ When all I do is disappear? ♪

[car horns honking]

[Shane] Now, when it comes to women, right...

I'm a romantic, I am.

Now, my nan and grandpa, they were together

for 60 years, 60 years, can you imagine it?

I want to kill myself after 60 seconds with a girl.

[audience laughter]

Now, they were never married, my grandparents.

Because no one would do it, so...

they decided to do it themselves.

This is what they did, true story.

They held each other's hands...

and then they stared deep into each other's eyes.

And when they found each other's souls...

they sang...

their favorite song, line by line, back and forth.

Now, how cool is that?

[audience applause]

[Shane] So, you have no friends,

you live alone.

Is there something I should know? You're not,

like, a serial killer, are you?

[Kirsty] My life isn't that interesting.

I just... I like to keep things uncomplicated.

[Shane, sighing] Yeah, I hear that.

What about your folks?

Well, my dad was a military man.

He died in Nicaragua, I don't really remember him.

Um...

Mom, I don't know, one day she got sick.

I thought it was a flu virus.

A few weeks later, she died-- turned out it was leukemia.

So, that just left me and my gran,

until she passed.

Well...

at least you won't have to introduce me to the family.

[laughing] Oh, my God!

Is nothing sacred to you?

Ah, look, you can call it a crisis of faith.

Mother Teresa lost her faith, you know,

When she went to Calcutta first.

Then Jesus came to her, and then he did a runner.

She never saw or heard from him again.

He left her all alone.

Faith has to be tested.

When faith has gone,

there's nothing left.

[distant violin playing]

♪♪

I mean, it's the perfect setting.

Are you sure you don't want to get hitched?

Fuck no.

So cutting.

I guess you'll be leaving again tomorrow, then?

♪♪

♪♪

[gentle music playing]

Well, I tell you, that was a good solid six out of ten.

You know, but we can keep working on it.

[both chuckling]

So, tell me about Frankie.

As in?

As in...

who she is.

She obviously cares about you.

Are you jealous?

-[chuckling] -All right, okay, okay, okay.

No, she's a...

she's a cousin on me ma's side,

well, I think.

So...

she was living in Dublin...

and, uh...

she was going nowhere with her life, so I offered her

a job as my assistant.

-Sorry, manager. -Manager.

Yeah.

An asshole with a heart, huh? Who would've thought?

And do you guys talk?

Does she tell you stuff?

Sometimes, yeah, why do you ask?

No, nothing.

No reason.

-[distant sirens wailing] -[car horns honking]

[radio DJ] Good morning, New York,

this is K911, taking you back in time.

["The Whole of the Moon," The Waterboys]

♪ I pictured a rainbow ♪

♪ You held it in your hands ♪

♪ I had flashes ♪

♪ But you saw the plan ♪

♪ I wandered out in the world ♪

♪ For years ♪

♪ While you just stayed in your room ♪

♪ I saw the crescent ♪

-♪ You saw the whole... ♪ -What is it?

♪ Of the moon ♪

This bay... that's my home.

This cottage is my grandparents' cottage.

It's been empty for, like, 25 years.

I mean, I still have it, but it's-- got mixed emotions,

so...

I don't-- I don't understand.

How?

Well, that's the bay.

That's where my gran always wanted to be.

[jet engine roaring]

[gentle music]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Kirsty] So, what now?

We need to stay positive.

And what is there to stay positive about?

[sighing] Sorry, okay, so what is next?

[Jeanne] Well, we throw everything at it.

Steroids, hormones, chemo.

I...

I just don't think I can go through all that again.

But it could gain you more time.

What if I postpone?

Just for now?

There's this guy.

[Jeanne] Have you told him?

Why not?

Because if I tell him, then I have to explain it.

And that means I have to use language to explain it.

And then between us, we'll pervert that language

and never be ourselves with each other.

You know, and then all of a sudden,

what I really feel

will become totally irrelevant.

Because it will all be about this

and not about us.

Right now, it's pure

and untainted.

A honeymoon part with no complications, you know?

Why would I want to destroy that

till it's time?

[Jeanne] You care about him?

I think...

maybe.

Yeah, yeah.

[shower water running]

[stifled sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

[mournful music]

[mournful music continues]

["Hold On," MATHIA]

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Till the pain is gone ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm floating ♪

♪ We're delicate and broken ♪

♪ And we can't ♪

♪ Change the tide ♪

♪ And you think you see the light ♪

♪ But your demons never die ♪

♪ Yeah, you think you see the light ♪

♪ Oh, let go ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ I'm coming home ♪

♪ Hold on ♪♪

[birds chirping]

[distant bird cawing]

You can get closer. It won't bite.

I'm Joe. Joe Doyle.

I'm the head honcho around here.

Oh... [chuckling]

Gluten-free sandwiches.

I gave them a bash, but I'm still on the f--

I'm still on the fence, so to speak.

They don't make them like that anymore.

This came off a Spanish trade ship...

sometime in the 18th century,

I believe.

The story goes

that it was part of a captain's devious ploy

to scare the hell out of a crew.

But then the crew threw him overboard.

I don't think he saw it coming.

Well...

sometimes with fate comes tragedy, I guess.

Well, it certainly captures

the interior struggle

associated with the challenge of impending death.

[chuckling] Or gluten-free sandwiches.

I...

I didn't catch your name.

Oh, I'm sorry, it's... it's Kirsty.

Oh, Kirsty.

Well, what can we do for you, Kirsty?

[melancholy music]

Do I need to say anything?

You can say something or pray in silence.

Or nothing. It's up to you, Kirsty.

[melancholy music continues]

♪♪

I'm afraid...

I don't want to lose her.

You don't need to do this now.

You'll know the time.

You'll know the time.

Looks like it's gonna piss down anyways.

[thunder rumbling]

[both laughing]

["Oro," Seo Linn]

[singing in Gaelic]

♪♪

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hey.

[Shane] So, what do you think?

I love it.

I can't live in it, though, that's for sure.

Well, not yet.

When can you get here?

One more show, soon.

Turn around. Look up.

What?

And straight ahead.

[gentle music]

You sure you don't want to get hitched?

[retching]

[retching, coughing]

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

-[engine revving] -Whoo!

["Catch the Wind," Stephanie Rainey]

♪ Hours and minutes ♪

[laughing]

♪ Of uncertainty ♪

[laughing]

♪ I want to be ♪

-♪ In the warm hold ♪ -[soft chatter]

♪ Of your loving mind ♪

[overlapping shouts, cheers]

[shouting continues]

♪ And to take your hand ♪

[both laughing]

Hey, come back.

-...crash the car. -[laughing]

♪ May as well try and catch the wind ♪

♪ When sundown pales the sky ♪

[overlapping shouts, cheers]

[laughing]

♪ And everywhere I look ♪

♪ Your eyes I'd find ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ When rain has hung the leaves with tears ♪

♪ I want you near to kill my fears ♪

[whooping]

♪ Leave all my blues... ♪

[cheering, whooping]

♪ Behind... ♪

♪ For standing in your heart ♪

♪ Is where I want to be ♪

♪ And long to be ♪

♪ Oh, but I may as well ♪

♪ Try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Oh, but I may as well ♪

♪ Try and catch ♪

♪ The wind ♪

[thunder rumbling softly]

[Shane] You don't have to be alone, you know?

The hotel and stuff, you...

you could always come... stay back in mine.

Tell me-- Tell me about you.

Well, I was born really close to here, actually, um...

my mother died in childbirth, and my father left

not long afterwards, no word since.

-God, I'm sorry. -Ah, that's...

that's nothing, it never-- never bothered me.

It's... I was too young, really.

I spent the first ten years of me life

being raised by my grandparents,

until me grandma died, and then shortly after that,

my grandfather fell into depression.

That's what the doctors call it, anyway.

Sixty years together, I just...

I just don't think that he could really function without her.

You know, I remember the last conversation that

we had, he sat me down, and he said...

he said, "I'm sorry...

...but I have to go."

And I couldn't make sense of it at the time,

I just knew that it scared the living shit out of me.

And then he said, um...

he said, "When you find her...

...doesn't matter about anything else, you just...

...you go whenever she calls you."

What happened?

He fell asleep, and he never woke up.

Died of a broken heart.

It's almost...

romantic, really.

So I, uh... [clears throat]

...I ran away.

Yeah, I scavenged and survived,

slept wherever I could.

It wasn't that bad, really.

It was almost a relief from all the tragedy.

Anyway, they caught up with me, and...

and they brought me back here.

And then what?

The system.

And a lot of really bad shit that you just--

you just really don't wanna know.

Jesus, look, can you just let a man

have a little bit of mystery, please?

[Kirsty] Look up, down...

and across.

Okay, those are the only dimensions we know.

The way we see the universe, but...

we can't really see anything at all

because there are four or five...

or some people say 11 dimensions,

most of which we have no concept of at all.

You know, our universe could be tiny...

and we could just be, like, sitting in this higher dimension

like fish in a tank,

totally unaware of the world outside.

You ever think about that?

There must be other universes,

like ponds stretching out into infinity.

Like a...

thin skin, organic,

always expanding.

Then we could continue through

to another universe, and keep searching

till we find what it is we're looking for.

What if it expands too far,

this thin skin?

What if it breaks?

You know, we're always searching for the perfect ending.

Maybe there is no ending.

[gentle music]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder continues rumbling]

[soft music]

[soft music continues]

[soft bagpipes playing "Amazing Grace"]

[Joe] There is no right or wrong way.

It's going to be fine.

You'll feel the guidance of the Lord's hand

on your shoulder.

♪♪

Well, you're back together.

Just like I promised.

Just like I promised.

[gentle strings]

[Kirsty] If I tell him, then I have to explain it.

And that means I have to use language to explain it.

And then between us, we'll pervert that language

and never be ourselves with each other.

You know, and then all of a sudden,

what I really feel

will become totally irrelevant,

because it will all be about this

and not about us.

Right now, it's pure

and untainted.

Why would I want to destroy that

till it's time?

To let it go.

To let it go.

[soft gasp]

She's home now, lass. She's home.

[sobbing]

["For Us," Paddy Casey]

♪ Just the wrong space and time ♪

♪ Our stars were not aligned ♪

♪ Our hearts were never meant to touch ♪

♪ Seems I misread the signs ♪

♪ Got lost between the lines ♪

♪ I must have wanted it too much ♪

♪ So I'm letting go of you ♪

♪ Just like you want me to ♪

♪ No need to cry or fuss ♪

♪ For us ♪

♪ For us ♪

♪ For us ♪

[muffled echoing chatter]

[doctor] Kirsty, stay with me...

[2nd doctor] ...a little quicker...

-[3rd doctor] All right... -[Kirsty laughing]

♪ It moves with every step you go ♪

Kirsty? Kirsty?

♪ And I see you now and then ♪

♪ We'll speak the words of friends ♪

♪ No one will ever have to know ♪

♪ I'm letting go of you ♪

♪ Just like you want me to ♪

♪ No need to cry ♪

♪ Or fuss ♪

♪ No need to cry for us ♪

♪ For us ♪

♪ For us ♪

♪ Just the wrong space and time ♪

♪ Our stars went out of line ♪

♪ Our hearts were never meant to touch ♪

♪ I'm letting go of you ♪

♪ Just like you want me to ♪

♪ No need to cry ♪

♪ Or fuss ♪

-♪ I'm letting go ♪ -♪ I'm letting go ♪

-♪ I'm letting go of you ♪ -♪ Just like you want me to ♪

♪ No need to cry ♪

♪ Or fuss ♪

♪ No need to cry for us ♪

♪ For us... ♪

♪ Just the wrong space and time ♪

♪ Our stars went out of line ♪

♪ Our hearts were never meant to touch... ♪♪

-[car horns honking] -[soft pedestrian chatter]

[distant child's laughter]

[police siren wailing]

[carolers] ♪ Long lay the world ♪

♪ In sin and error... ♪

["backing up" beeping]

[soft ominous music]

[Shane] Faith has to be tested.

When faith is gone...

there's nothing left.

[sighing]

Fuck.

["Slow Burn," Pink Jaffee]

♪ How does that old saying go ♪

♪ You reap what you sow ♪

♪ He didn't know ♪

♪ He didn't want... ♪

♪ To know ♪

Hey... hey... the end is near.

♪ ...spreadin' lies ♪

♪ The law did not apply ♪

♪ As the widow cried ♪

[car horn honking]

♪ By... ♪♪

You lying piece of shit!

You told me not to worry about you!

What the hell, Driscoll?

Reservations-- aah!

-[thudding] -Night train, Montreal.

The gig's booked.

It'll give you time to think.

Take it.

It's just life.

Sometimes it sucks,

but you have to GPS a way through it,

and you won't find that road map in a bottle.

I look up to you, motherfucker.

Don't disappoint me.

Don't disappoint her.

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Burn ♪

♪ You're gonna get what you earn ♪

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Burn ♪

♪ That's how the world turns ♪

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Burn ♪

♪ You live and you learn ♪

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Burn ♪

♪ That's how the world turns ♪

♪♪

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Slow burn ♪

♪ You're gonna get what you earn ♪

♪ It's a slow ♪

♪ Slow burn ♪

♪ That's how the world ♪

♪ Turns ♪♪

-[car horns honking] -[police siren wailing]

[ducks quacking]

-[beeping over PA] -[woman on PA] Dr. Siedelman,

to X-ray please. Dr. Siedelman...

-[soft beeping] -[muffled voice on PA]

[footsteps approaching]

[sighing]

How did you find me?

You've got nosy neighbors.

I never told him.

He's confused. He's convinced you don't want to see him.

I don't.

Selfish bitch.

[laughing]

Where is he?

Here, in New York.

But... I can't get the sorry asshole to perform.

My management skills are being abused.

You got to make things right.

You know there's no happy ending here.

[nurse] Sorry to interrupt, ladies.

Transfusion time, Kirsty.

[Velcro crackling]

[door thudding closed]

[melancholy music]

["Lady of the Stars," Donovan]

♪ She walks ♪

♪ Through the stars ♪

♪ Past Saturn and Mars ♪

♪ Who knows ♪

Tell me a story.

In a place far, far away, there lived a woman

so powerful...

she could do anything.

Then, one fine day,

lasting 500 years or more,

she invented a game.

She created a playing field of spatial dimensions.

The illusion of wealth, the illness of time.

And then she created beings to play the game with.

She placed half a soul into each being...

leaving every individual

incomplete.

Each half would...

instinctively seek out its other half.

And there was only one way out.

What?

What way out?

What way out?

[woman screaming]

[gasping]

[gentle music]

[gentle music continues]

Yeah, well, you've really let yourself go.

[soft laughter]

-[sobbing] -Hey, hey, it's okay.

-[sobbing] -It's okay.

Ssh.

[sobbing]

[playing melody solo]

Aah!

[both laughing]

Huh? Remember that?

-Fucker. -Do you?

-[cheering] -[full band playing]

♪ On the 4th of July in 1806 ♪

♪ We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork ♪

♪ We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks ♪

♪ For the grand City Hall in New York ♪

♪ This wonderful craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft ♪

♪ And the howl of the wild wind drove her ♪

♪ She could stand for a blast, she had 27 masts ♪

♪ And we called her the Irish Rover ♪

[band playing instrumental]

[cheering and whooping]

♪ We had one mil' of barrels of the best Sligo rags ♪

♪ We had two mil' of barrels of stout ♪

♪ We had three mil' of sides of a blind horse's hides ♪

♪ We had four mil' of barrels of bones ♪

♪ We had five mil' of hogs, we had six mil' of dogs ♪

♪ Seven mil' of barrels of porter ♪

♪ We had eight mil' of barrels of old nanny goats' tails ♪

♪ In the hold of the Irish Rover ♪

[cheering and whooping]

[band playing instrumental]

♪ We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out ♪

♪ And our ship lost its way in the fog ♪

[cheering and whooping]

♪ Turned nine times around ♪

♪ And the poor old dog was drowned... ♪

♪ I'm the last of the Irish Rover ♪♪

[woman on PA] Code Blue, Room 305.

Code Blue, Room 305.

Hey, let me see-- Kirsty, what's going on?

-[overlapping chatter] -Just tell me what's happening!

-Kirsty! -[doctor] Look at me,

-look at me... -[Shane] Yeah, okay, fine.

Don't touch me-- Kirsty!

Just, let's... come over here, just wait.

Tell me what's going on, what's happening here?

Kirsty! Let go of me!

Let go of me! What's going on, please?

-Kirsty? -[doctor] ...look at me.

[Shane] Kirsty?

[church bell tolling]

[distant laughter]

[distant horns honking]

[distant phone ringing]

[monitor beeping]

[monitor continues beeping]

["cold/mess," Prateek Kuhad]

♪ When I feel cold ♪

♪ I'll keep you close ♪

♪ And if I could hold you ♪

♪ And take you home ♪

♪ And when at night ♪

♪ Your toes touch mine ♪

♪ I'll sing you to sleep ♪

♪ If you were mine to keep ♪

♪ I wish I could leave you, my love ♪

♪ But my heart is a mess ♪

♪ My days, they begin with your name ♪

♪ And nights end with your breath ♪

♪ I wish I could leave you, my love ♪

♪ But my heart is a mess ♪

♪ My days, they begin with your name ♪

♪ And nights end with your breath ♪

♪ With your breath ♪

♪ To sway just like ♪

♪ It was Friday night... ♪♪

Shane?

The doctor would like to see you.

[sniffling]

[beeping over PA]

[muffled voice on PA]

Hi.

I'm-- I'm Kristy's specialist.

You must be him.

[soft chuckling]

Yeah, she opened up to me a little.

There's no easy way to say this,

but the tests have confirmed

that she's suffered a serious stroke.

[soft strings]

Okay, um...

okay.

What can we-- what can we do to fix it?

We can't.

Just palliative care is all we can do right now.

But perhaps you being here

can make it easier for her.

I'm sorry.

[distant door closing]

[mournful music]

[mournful music continues]

♪♪

[distant muffled chatter]

[woman] Why is he just sitting there?

[muffled chatter]

[mic feedback whining]

So I've been thinking about time a lot lately.

You know, it's a slippery mother that

you have to grab with both hands.

[soft chuckle]

[sighing] So I met this girl, right?

She totally fucked me up.

But I can't say anything to her, because she's...

in hospital in a coma.

Her eyes flickering all over the place,

and, sure, I can't read Morse code.

You know, women, huh? [snorts]

I mean, maybe it's for the best. I'm a Libra, and she's showin'

all the signs of cancer.

[sighing]

So, if you love someone and you haven't told 'em yet...

[mournful woodwinds]

[mournful woodwinds continue]

Well, the show went well.

Do you wanna get hitched?

When you don't have much of a hand, it's...

best to go all in.

Hi.

Hi.

Is there any chance you can keep it down?

I'm trying to tell you I love you.

Ah.

Well, that sounded a little desperate.

Well, you know, that's 'cause it was.

Well, how are we gonna do it?

I don't know, we'll improvise.

[monitor beeping softly]

We can do it to a song.

Like your nan and grandpa.

And that way we'll last for 60 years.

Is this really what you want?

More than anything.

We'll need a ring.

[soft cough]

Now, for this to work, you really...

you know, you really have to believe.

[Kirsty] I believe.

[sighing]

[Shane] I believe.

I built my dreams...

around you.

[monitor beeping, flatlining]

[monitor continues flatlining]

[mournful music]

[mournful music continues]

♪♪

[harmonica playing]

Give me that.

[distant police siren wailing]

[car horns honking]

You know what strikes me on this Christmas Eve?

There's not a lot of...

good will floating around in this city.

I mean, a man can be wandering these streets,

suffering in pain.

And no one would give a shit.

No one.

You know...

being creatures of spirit, you'd think you'd welcome death.

But it always comes as a surprise.

When love is wrenched from you.

It just really sucks.

You know...

it's the thin skin of the universe.

Now you take that truth with you, son.

And you set yourself free.

[mournful music]

[harmonica playing]

[whirring slows]

[woman] ♪ When I look out ♪

♪ My window ♪

♪ Many sights to see ♪

♪ When I look in ♪

♪ My window ♪

[subway roaring]

♪ There's so many ♪

♪ Different people to be ♪

♪ That it's strange ♪

[gasping]

♪ Sure is strange ♪

[waves crashing]

[gentle music]

[seagulls cawing]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[woman on PA] We will be arriving in Montreal,

our final destination.

Please ensure that you take

your personal belongings with you.

We thank you for traveling with us.

♪♪

No.

Hey, buddy.

Buddy... buddy?

[2nd attendant] What's wrong with him?

[1st attendant] Sir? You've reached

the end of the line here.

What's wrong with him? Is he okay?

[1st attendant] Final destination.

I think he's dead.

-[soft gasp] -Ah, you're awake.

[1st attendant] Where'd you go, lad?

We thought we'd lost you.

-[Kirsty] Tell me a story. -[Shane] Once upon a time...

♪ Hold your hand till it goes cold ♪

♪ Hold my tears until you go ♪

♪ Saw the life that leaves your bones ♪

♪ It soaks the purpose from my own... ♪

[distant horse neighing]

[horse hooves clopping]

[neighing]

♪ Please don't go ♪

[horse nickering]

♪ I love you more than you could know ♪

♪ You've got a hold inside my soul ♪

-Hyah! -[neighing]

♪ It's like a mountain soaked in snow ♪

♪ It's in the earth, the river flow ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪

♪ I've kept my own side of the bed ♪

♪ Thinking you'd be home again ♪

♪ I hold myself so I can sleep ♪

♪ My pillow holds the screams of me ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪

♪ So lay yourself down on my chest ♪

♪ 'Cause I know how to hold you best ♪

♪ I'll keep you through these last few breaths ♪

♪ Kiss and love you till the end ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Please don't go ♪♪

[soft woodwinds]