Original subtitles

- [Julie] Oh, he can definitely hear us.

Oh...

There you are, little Charlie.

(upbeat music begins)

- [Finn] My little brother Charlie was born prematurely,

like way too early.

(upbeat music continues)

- [Julie] Oh, look at you, he's looking at you, Finn.

- [John] Is one eye higher than the other?

- No, Jesus.

- I mean it is, right.

- Behave.

- He's four months under cooked, John.

We're still a bit tender.

Go easy, yeah?

- [John] He's got plenty of time to grow into his face.

And it's good to know nobody's going to steal him.

- Oh my God, Dad.

- What's the story with you, coming so early?

Are you going to be a little bollix?

Do I need to keep my eye on you?

(upbeat music continues)

- [Julie] You say sometimes you have to be.

- Get a little bit naughty.

- [Julie] But mommy says.

- No naughty.

- [Finn] Charlie had more than his fair share

of time in hospital when he was little.

Though most of the time you wouldn't even know it.

- [Dan] Two, three, four!

(upbeat music continues)

(Charlie laughs)

- [Finn] For someone who started out in life so tiny,

he's turned into a very big character.

I suppose it's always felt like he's the special one

out of the two of us.

But that's okay, he probably is.

- [Dan] Put it back!

Put it back now!

- [Charlie] Come on guys!

- [Dan] Okay, wait for us please.

You're too far ahead.

- [Charlie] Come on!

- [Julie] Careful, Charlie!

- [Charlie] Last one there's a rotten egg!

- [Finn] Charlie's got a right gob on him.

You can hear him a mile off.

- [Charlie] Grandad, Grandad, Grandad!

- Watch me now, Charlie.

Yo, yo!

- That's a knocker, then.

No, leave it, leave it!

Chaps, I'm going for a different approach.

- [John] All right.

- Oh, he's up!

Oh, for God's sake.

- [Charlie] I'll measure it, I'll measure it.

- [Dan] Get off. - [John] Charlie.

- [Dan] Watch out the way, it's a steel ball.

- [Finn] All our family holidays

are at Nana and Grandad's in Ireland.

- Grandad, Nana!

- Oh!

- [Finn] Mum says Grandad has the energy of all of us.

And even though Nana is losing it a bit.

- There you go, Molly, there you are.

- [Finn] Grandad holds things together.

- [John] Young Charlie, he's such a monkey.

Look at him.

Such a sweet monkey.

He's edible.

- [Dan] Nice roll, that's not bad.

Come on, come on, come on!

Leave it, leave it.

Well, that's it then, innit.

Done.

Cheating, game void, me and Nana win.

- I didn't touch it!

- Charlie, you can't be cheating Nana!

- That's just wrong, Charlie.

- It's your sand castle that's wrong.

Those turrets look like Grandad's teeth.

- You can talk, you could eat an apple

through a letterbox with those things.

- Right?

(Julie laughs)

Those towers are a triumph.

- Oh yeah, not bad for a college dropout.

- Ah, now, you produced something fairly epic

that year in this masterpiece.

- Thank you, Grandad.

- And you don't need a degree to be an artist.

- No, you can just retire down here

and call yourself one, can't you, John?

- Oh!

(Julie laughs)

- Please, one more game.

- Come on. - [Charlie] Yeah!

- No cheating.

- [Finn] If you asked me where we were happiest.

- [Julie] Come on, then, Charlie.

- [Finn] It'd be here, in Dingle.

- [Charlie] I didn't move the ball, it wasn't out!

- Ooh.

(Finn laughs)

I suppose I thought it would always be like that.

(waves crash)

(upbeat music begins)

(Singing in Irish begins)

(Irish singing continues)

(phone rings)

- [Charlie] Grandad. - [Finn] Oh, answer it.

- Will you... please, stop.

(phone continues)

I told you to stop calling.

- Mum.

- [John] I'm sorry, I just, I just miss you.

- Oh my God.

Don't, okay, just don't.

- Finn.

(intense music)

Will you sit down please, Finn.

(intense music continues)

(waves crash)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues) (waves crash)

- John, don't.

Please get back, will you.

John!

- Jesus, don't creep up.

You'll give me a bloody heart attack.

- Well, you'll give me one standing there.

- What are you doing up at this time?

- You woke me and half the caravan site

playing your maudlin music.

You had me worried you'd do something stupid.

- I'd be a bit more imaginative than this.

I've not been sleeping, that's all.

There's no point lying there.

It's fine, this is as far as I'm going today.

- Right, so, walk away.

- Thank you Mrs. Cusack.

Nice to know you care.

- Me?

You're joking.

(phone buzzes) (gentle music begins)

- What?

What?

(gentle music continues)

(toy clicks)

- Hey, hey, stop it.

Stop it. - Why?

(message swoops)

- Okay, let's go, let's go.

- Wait, Fungie.

(gentle music continues)

Finn, what are you doing?

- Come on, Charlie.

You okay?

- Yep, I'm not afraid of heights.

I'm just scared of hitting the ground

after falling from heights.

- Well, don't look down and keep hold.

Be careful, okay.

(gentle music continues)

Come on.

(gentle music continues)

- Hey, it's Julie from I Make Cake.

Sorry to message you so early, hope your phone's on silent.

Um...

- Shh.

Okay, come on.

(gentle music continues)

- [Dan] Well, I'm off then.

- Fine, then go.

Leave, Dan. I mean you might as well.

You're never here anyway.

You are working nights,

so you don't even have to be with us.

- I work nights because I can't sleep.

I can't bloody stop, Jules.

Do you think I want that?

Any of this?

I'll be at me Mum's until we sort something out.

- No, just.

- Tell Finn that I love him and I'll...

- No, I'll tell you what, you tell Finn,

because this is your decision, it is not mine.

(Dan sighs)

But I'll tell you one thing.

He's staying with me, alright? - [Dan] Alright.

- Well I'm taking Charlie.

(gentle music continues)

(train roars)

- You made me wear the itchy coat.

- Oh well I was in a rush.

- How come?

Where are we even going?

I mean, you know you left the window open.

Mum will know something's up.

She's always on at you to let some air in

after you've done a massive stench bomb.

- Oh, shut up. - No.

Not until you tell me where we're going.

- Your favourite place, all right.

Come on, just, just give it a rest.

- My favourite place, what?

Kansas Fried Chicken?

Best day ever!

(Charlie mimics chicken) (train bells)

- [Finn] Come on. - [Charlie] Don't leave me!

Wait for me.

(gentle music)

Why are we getting on a train?

(PA Announcer indistinctly)

Manchester? - [Finn] How much?

- What's in Manchester?

- Oh no, I won't have enough money

for the coach and sail tickets

- Sail?

We're going on a boat.

Where to?

Ireland!

Oh, we're going to Grandad's.

No way after what he did.

Mum and Dad will go mental!

- Come on, we've got two minutes.

- Oh! Wait up!

What's going on, Finn?

- We just need to get to Grandad's.

He'll know what to do.

- About what?

- Keeping us together.

(upbeat music continues)

(whistle shrieks)

(upbeat music continues)

- What's the story, how's the form?

I said what's the story, how's the form?

- Is that supposed to be Irish?

- Grandad'll cheer you up.

I mean, he's public enemy number one, but he's gas.

When's high tide, have you looked, give me your phone.

- Just chill! We've got a long journey.

- What are the tablets for?

- Nothing.

- Stress face.

- Be there late afternoon, high tide is at 7:00.

- Yes, bang in time for The Fungie Show!

(Charlie whooshes)

(gentle music begins)

- [John] Watch me now, okay, watch me now.

- [Dan] That was good. That was good.

- [Julie] You still have it, Dad.

You still have it.

(gentle music continues)

- [Finn] Let's see if I can do that.

(gentle music continues)

- [Dan] Try that one, go on.

I want more than three.

- Hey Charlie!

Finn, come.

He's here!

- Fungie!

- Careful!

- [Onlooker] There he is!

- [John] Yes, yes, yes.

Charlie!

- Whoa!

- [John] See that?

- Go, Fungie!

- There he is.

(upbeat music continues)

(Charlie shouts)

- [John] Woo, Fungie!

- Get on the floor please.

Feet on the ground, please.

- I'm fine! - Thank you. Thank you.

(upbeat music continues)

(cheers)

Wow, Go Fungie!

- [Dan] Look at him go. - [Julie] Oh, he's gone now.

- [Dan] Fast, isn't he?

- [John] See that, Charlie, what about that?

- [Charlie] Come on, Fungie!

- [John] He'll be back tomorrow at high tide.

The ultimate showman, our Fungie is.

He always delivers.

Come on.

- Come on.

(upbeat music continues)

- [Dan] Charlie!

- [Julie] Hey, you, you little scamp, c'mon.

Come on.

(waves crash) (gentle music continues)

(door knocks)

- [John] Ah, you bastard.

All right, I'm coming.

- Still alive, so.

- I'm sorry to disappoint.

- Brought you these.

Sleeping tablets, all sorts.

- You are a drug dealer now, Mrs. Cusack?

- They were his, maybe they'll help.

- You are very good, but Tom's dead five years.

- They're not fucking vegetables, you know.

They don't go off.

- I think they do.

- Suit yourself.

- All right, no, no.

Come on, I'll take them.

Thank you.

Let me get you a painting.

- I'd settle for last month's rent.

Would you not run a cloth over the kitchen at least.

- Thank you for looking in, Mrs. Cusack.

- You can't keep on blaming yourself, John.

- Oh, I can.

(train horn blares)

(hands slap)

(Charlie laughs)

- [Sasha] Teas, coffees, light refreshments.

- Buy us a can of pop?

- And have you bouncing off the walls?

Yes, sure.

- Come on, I've got a mouth as dry as a moth sandwich here.

(Charlie gurgles)

- Teas, coffees, light refreshments.

- What's your, what's your cheapest drink?

- Bottle of water, �2.50.

- Daylight robbery.

- No thanks.

- [Sasha] Teas, coffees, light refreshments.

(soda cracks)

Teas, coffees, snack.

- [Charlie] Mm!

(train whooshes)

(gentle music begins)

♪ La-la-la-la la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la la-la-la-la ♪

♪ I am a passenger ♪

♪ And I ride and I ride ♪

♪ I ride through the city's backside ♪

♪ I watch the stars come out of the sky ♪

♪ Yeah, they're bright in the hollow sky ♪

♪ You know it looks so good tonight ♪

♪ La-la-la-la la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-La ♪

- Anybody here spare any change?

- I'll pay you to shut up.

- Look, I'm sorry for asking,

I'm just trying to raise my fare home.

- Yeah, well literally nobody has cash anymore.

You got a card reader?

No? Ah.

- Someone needs to put some manners on you, you prick.

- Yeah, and somebody needs to tell you to give up.

You're shit.

(upbeat music begins)

- You're grand.

(upbeat music continues)

♪ I am a passenger ♪

♪ And I ride and I ride ♪

- Eh up, Trevor.

♪ I ride through the city's backside ♪

♪ I see the stars come out of the sky ♪

♪ Yeah, the bright and hollow sky ♪

♪ You know it looks so good tonight ♪

(upbeat music continues)

♪ I sing la-la-la-la la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la la-la-la-la ♪

- [Finn] Hey, come on!

- [Charlie] All right, chill your boots, don't run so fast!

(upbeat music continues)

- Finn.

(door slams)

Finally, where have you been?

What took you so long?

- I was at work, Jules.

Can't just leave, can I?

- Right, Finn's not answering my calls,

and he's mitched off school,

and he's taken all the money outta the tin.

- Well what about his phone tracker locator thing?

- Obviously I tried that,

and he's he's turned it off.

And Dan, he's taken Charlie.

- What?

- Shit, shit.

- What is it, Finn?

- Nothing, stop bugging me.

(upbeat music continues)

- Freeze, immobulus!

- What are you doing?

- Getting your attention.

- Well look, we haven't got enough money, okay,

for the coach, the ferry,

we can only afford one bloody ticket.

- Okay, so what now?

How are we to get there?

- I don't know.

We've gotta get to Grandad's.

Everything's been shit since they cut him off.

They can't stop us seeing him, okay?

- What's going on, Finn?

- Dad's moving out and mum's just letting him.

- They're breaking up?

- Yes they're breaking up,

but you know they can't break us up too, okay?

Sorry.

(upbeat music continues)

- He's taken his rucksack and some clothes.

Jesus. What's he playing at?

- Oh, bollocks.

Fungie's gone and all.

- What?

Do you think he heard us last night?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Did you hear anything this morning?

- No, obviously not.

- Why'd you leave it so late to call me?

He could be anywhere now.

- I didn't, I called you as soon as I realized it.

Are you saying this is my fault?

- Oh, you didn't see this coming?

- No, Dan, I didn't.

I was a little bit distracted with you walking out on us.

Maybe that's why this happened.

So don't you dare blame this on me.

(Julie sighs)

(phone beeps)

What? - What?

- He's bought a ticket to Ireland.

- Ireland?

- Yeah, my phone is still linked to his account.

Look, it's Coach and Sail.

- Right, have a look, see where he got it.

- Hang on, I'm looking. I just.

Manchester.

(dramatic music continues)

- He could be halfway to Holyhead by now, couldn't he?

- Then we need to go.

We need to, we need to follow him.

- Right, find out when the next ferry leaves.

- Yeah.

- You need to call your dad.

(dramatic music continues)

(phone rings)

(John snores)

- Now, go on, don't be shy.

Loads of space down the back.

Just leave the front ones free there, yeah?

Hello, lovely. How are you?

Let me have a looky here.

Esther. That's a lovely name.

Happy Esther to you. - Thank you.

- We're off to the land of legends, Esther.

How's it going, boy joy?

- Good, thanks. - You on your own?

- Yeah, just me.

- Just you?

You must have had too close a shave this morning, buddy.

I'm gonna have to get ID off you, if you don't mind?

- Yeah, I got it somewhere.

- Somewhere.

Right, can you step forward, please, while he's looking.

How's it going, bud? You alright?

Let me have a quick look. (scanner beeps)

Boom, you're on.

Look at that. That was simple.

- I'm, I'm nearly 16.

I, I need to get to Ireland, it's an emergency.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, look.

Look, no offense.

I've seen bigger men on wedding cakes.

I, I can't let you on without any written permission.

Protocol. Sorry, bud.

- What does it matter what it's written on?

- Well, it has to be from a parent

or responsible adult, you know.

- Yeah, you're looking at one.

- Sorry. Yeah, I mean, like...

Well, you know what I mean.

Do you even know this fella?

- Yeah. We're practically, like-

- Practically like what?

Come here, step aside for a sec.

- Come on, paper? Anything?

- Look at these chancers.

Come on, let's see your tickets, please.

Do you know what does this to me.

When I'm hungover, I throw it across the road, I do.

- Turn around. - Hold on.

- Now, something like, "I agree to chaperone"-

- Oh, Paris Fashion Week over here.

Look at this jacket, I love it.

I mean that as a compliment.

I couldn't wear that- - Name!

- Finn Tompkins. With a P.

- Finn Tompkins.

- The Viking. What's going on, bud?

- Over to Ireland.

Signed, Kait Brady.

Friend stroke minder.

How's that?

- Just roll out the red carpet, lads, she's here.

Oh Jaysus, what's this?

That's, that's not a legally-binding document, is it?

- Oh, come one.

You never been in a spot of bother yourself?

- Well, yeah, but-

- Go on. He'll be good.

You'll be good.

- Oh Jaysus, what are youse doing to me?

You know, you've enough cheek,

the pair of youse, for a new arse.

You know that? Go on. Get on.

Be good, be good.

Wait, where are you,

you can bring that on with you, you mad thing.

- Oh, no, I'll put it in the hold.

- Alright.

- [Kait] I've counted it all.

- What's that? - Just trust me.

- What am I gonna do with all that?

- Ultimate hero. Thanks, man.

- Ultimate hero?

More like bleedin' dope.

- Hey, hey, come on.

(upbeat music)

Careful. For emergencies.

- Oi. (Finn gasps)

Oh, he's alive!

Come on, are you getting on or what?

Let's go. Chop-chop.

(Ben singing quietly)

- [Julie] Jesus, Dad, what are you doing?

His phone must be dead.

I swear to God, if he's had anything to do with this.

- No, he wouldn't, he's not that stupid.

(Julie scoffs)

- Right.

Um, okay, there's a ferry in about an hour,

and then there's another one at two.

- Where's the satnav gone, Jules?

- Oh, shit. Sorry, hang on.

- Is there a left coming up now?

- I don't know. You're the one that's driving, you know.

- Yeah, I know, but your phone's linked to the car,

and I kind of need your help.

- All right, well, just don't go mad at me, alright?

I'm trying to sort it. - I'm not going mad, am I?

I just need to know, for sure exactly where I'm going.

It's your phone that's connected to it.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

See, it's the next one, actually, so.

- [Dan] Thank you very much.

Helpful. Thank you. - Mmm, relax, will you.

- Yeah, dead relaxed.

(Julie exhales)

(mellow music)

- [Kait] My Dad opened the door, holding a baby.

Nearly died.

Okay, I know it was stupid,

I just I thought he'd want to see me, that's all.

(mellow music continues)

Too broke to fly?

You.

- Sorry?

- No-one does the Coach and Sail unless they have to.

- Hmm.

- Have you family over in Ireland?

Whereabouts?

- Um, Dingle.

- Jesus, that's like the other end of the country.

You're on a bit of a hike.

- Yeah, 500 miles.

Roughly, yeah.

You're Irish? Course you are.

Um, what were you doing in England?

- I just went to see my Dad.

In Nottingham. Do you know it?

- Yeah, my Mum went to college there.

- [Kait] Oh, no way. - Yeah.

But then she had me, and, um, traveled around a bit.

My Dad was a medic in the army.

And we ended up in Sheffield.

- Cool.

Some good music out of Sheffield.

Some.

- Um, I love your voice.

I mean, I like, I like, you know, your voice.

Um, when did you start playing?

- My Dad got me my ukulele when I was a kid.

He was in a band back then.

Feckin' music teacher now, sell-out.

But it's kept me going lately.

Paid for my food, my travel.

Comfy aul' pillow.

I'd be lost without it.

What are you sketching?

- Nothing.

- Okay.

Well, see you on the other side?

- See ya.

(ukulele plays)

♪ Brand new pair of brogues ♪

♪ Rattlin' o'er the bogs ♪

♪ Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin ♪

♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪

♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ And all the way to Dublin ♪

♪ Whack fol lol le rah ♪

♪ Me Shillelagh I let fly ♪

♪ Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin' ♪

♪ With a lo and hurray, they joined in the affray ♪

♪ Quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin ♪

♪ One, two, three, four, five ♪

♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ All the way to Dublin ♪

♪ Whack fol lol de rah ♪

♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ All the way to Dublin ♪

♪ Whack fol lol de rah ♪

(audience applauding and cheering)

- Oh, thanks.

- Slainte.

Wait. What did I tell ya?

Let it settle.

You'll never forget your first.

- I always imagined this being a father-son moment, John.

- Well, you can pay for it, if you want.

- [Julie] Dad.

- Hey, Julie, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

- Oh, no, please.

- Come on.

- Chill out. Go and have a dance.

- Come on!

(lively music)

Come on!

- Charlie, yes! Oh my God!

- [Julie] There he goes! There he goes!

(upbeat music)

(audience applauding and cheering)

(upbeat music)

(music ends)

(bus engine rumbles)

- Yeah.

- Alright, lads. (dog barking)

Whoa.

Everything alright, lads, yeah?

(dog barking)

- Just routine, yeah. - Yeah.

Are youse gonna look.

You can, you can check, er,

the luggage compartment if youse want.

(dog barking)

- He seems to be barking at you.

- Well, I, I don't...

Oh, do you know what...

I, I have a chicken fillet roll, is it that?

He's licking his lips, look.

(Ben laughs)

Is it that?

It must be.

- Come on. - Alright, go on.

Cheers, lads. Thanks.

Give him a feed.

(Charlie exhales)

(bus engine starts)

(mellow music)

(seatbelt unlocks)

- Er, excuse me, we haven't stopped.

Can you keep your belt on, please?

- It was strangling me.

- Yeah, well, I'll bloody strangle you in a minute.

(Julie chuckles)

- See, you're stressing your Dad out.

What did I tell you?

You have to wait until we stop, Charlie.

- Uh-oh, Grandad's got a new project.

- Wow. - Oh my God.

He's gonna rope youse all into that.

- C'mon.

(John laughs)

Look at ya.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Grandad!

- Grandad!

- [Julie] Hiya, Dad. - Look, the monsters are back.

Hey. - How are you, Dad?

- I'm good.

What do you think? - Wow.

- She's an absolute beauty, right?

And a bargain, too.

- You mean you paid for this thing?

- Have you had a stroke, John?

- She needs love,

but if the lads don't mind giving me a hand.

- [Kids] Yeah. Yeah. (John laughs)

- Where's Nana?

- Er, Nana had to go away for a bit.

- She isn't dead, is she?

- God, no.

Just a change of scene, that's all.

- I'll head over and see her later.

- Okay. - Head where?

I wanna see Nana.

- I know you do, pal,

but your mother needs to see her first.

- They have to be careful letting kids visit care homes.

Those aul' ones, they feed on young flesh!

(John laughs)

Now, the, the hotel is ready,

and the junior suites are ready for the younger guests.

So, come on.

- Race you there.

(Charlie breathes heavily)

C'mon.

(ferry horn blows)

Wow, we made it.

(Charlie squeals)

Whoo!

Come on!

We're moving!

Whoooo!

(Finn chuckles)

- [Charlie] Hey.

- Here, take that.

Hey, I'm in front of ya.

I'm first. - Not for long.

(both chuckle)

- I won.

- No!

- Woo!

Unlucky. Better luck next time.

- [Charlie] I'll beat you next time.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

(seagulls squawking)

(mellow music)

- This reminds me of the time I was over in Portsmouth.

- Did your Grandad ever tell you

that he once worked in a boatyard?

- Shut your face, you.

It was hard graft.

I still have the scars.

- Yeah, from cracking on with the boss's daughter

and getting caught.

- [Finn] Urgh.

- There was also that.

- Right, go on then, give it a go.

- Really, already?

- Yep. I reckon I'm done here.

- Okay.

(boat sputtering)

No, hold on.

(Dan mutters)

- [Dan] Yeah, go again.

It's been a while.

(boat sputtering)

- Better stick to ambulances, Dad.

(John chuckles)

- Bollocks a minute.

John, will you please go again.

(John and Finn laughs)

- Lads, would you not just move here?

- Oh, here we go.

- Well, Julie'd be home in a heartbeat.

And the lads love it here, right?

- [Both] Yeah.

- Yeah. - I know.

That's why they're here every holiday, John.

- [John] Well, have you asked them?

- No, I haven't.

Right, I'm gonna get changed before we go and visit Nana.

I'm covered in oil.

(seagulls squawking)

- Now, look, Nana might not recognize you, okay?

But she, she still loves you.

- I know, she forgets stuff 'cause she's demented.

- Yeah.

- Turn.

There you go.

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

Good job.

Oh, hiya.

- This is the wonderful Liv,

who's one of the people who looks after Nana.

- Hiya.

And get this, she's got all the moves.

I can't keep up.

Molly, love, looks who's come to steal you away.

- Little bollix.

- Yes. That's it.

That's right, isn't it?

It's Charlie, your grandson.

The little bollix.

- Course she remembers that.

(upbeat music)

(people shouting indistinctly)

- Free food.

I'm starving.

- Hey, fool.

Better get to the bar.

I'll have a lager, mate.

(ukulele plays)

Here y'are.

Your pants are falling down, though.

No-one wants to see that.

(laughing)

You alright, mate?

You hungry, are ya?

Is that your breakfast, Marco?

You done with that?

No.

- Sorry, I just, I just, er, I, I thought-

- He's not done with that.

You started now, you might as well finish it.

Go on, down it with that.

Finish it, go on. - Alright, leave him alone.

He didn't know that it wasn't finished.

To be fair, you guys have been running around

for, like, an hour.

- And who is this? Your missus?

- Look, can you not stay out of trouble

for, like, five minutes?

- I tell you what, right.

I'll let him off if you give me a kiss.

- Are you joking me? I'd rather lick the floor.

- Ha ha ha. - Yeah, it's so funny.

- What you got here, a midget guitar?

- It's a ukulele. - Look at that, lads.

- What is wrong with you?

Right, stop. No, you're gonna break it.

That's not funny. Stop!

- No, I'm not. - Hey, please.

Why are you being you such a dick?

- I'm not doing anything wrong.

(phone thuds)

Oops.

(Ollie laughs)

- Who dropped you on your head as a baby?

The feck is wrong with you?

- [Ollie] Alright, you got them drinks in yet or what?

(men shouting indistinctly)

- Goal!

It's okay. Dry your eyes.

You needed a new phone anyway.

- Yeah, but, it had our ticket on it.

Our route.

How are we supposed to get there or, or call Grandad?

- We'll be fine.

I mean, he'll be happy to see us whenever we get there.

I mean, me mainly, 'cause you're zero craic these days.

(claps hands)

Let's get matching tattoos while we're there.

I'm thinking Fungie on my bum.

- You already got a Fungie on your arse.

- Actually, it's Fungi.

Unlike you, 'cause you're not a fun guy.

You get it? 'Cause, 'cause you said Fun-

- Yeah, I get it. I get it.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

Go. Go in the toilet, go.

(Ben scoffs)

- You alright there, horse?

You a bit keen to get on, were you?

- Yeah, just, er, wanted to get a move on.

- Well, look, we all do.

Alright, but I have to let the truck drivers off first.

Otherwise they lose all reason.

Don't worry, I'll drive it like I stole it.

We'll pass 'em on the quays, alright.

Right, let's go.

All aboard, folks.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

Black. Yeah, one.

Oh jeez, what are you packing?

This is as far as we go now, horse.

Go in there, go in there

and check the boards for a connection, yeah?

And just give your ticket to the driver.

- Okay.

- You'll be grand. Relax the kacks.

What's next? Blue, yeah?

There you go.

Help yourselves, there, lads, yeah.

Bend your knees, mind your back.

Holy God.

Jesus, who owns that?

The color of that.

You won't lose that, anyway.

- Give it a minute, it'll come up in English.

We just like messing with ya.

Bit of payback for the whole Eight Hundred Years,

Colonial Rule.

Look, I'm sorry about your phone.

You can use mine if you'd like.

- No, thanks.

- Doesn't look like there's a bus all the way to Dingle.

- What?

- Ardan ceathair.

Bay number 10 to Tralee.

And then you'll have to change.

Well, listen. Any problems, just ask.

You're in Ireland.

Going out of our way to help tourists

is kind of our superpower, so.

Okay. Well, see ya.

Mind yourself.

- I can't let you on without a valid ticket.

Go to the desk! Explain to them.

Maybe they will replace it.

- How long have I got?

- We leave at half past.

Six minutes. - Six minutes?

- [Bus Driver] There is another bus later.

- I need to get on this one.

- Then stop talking. Go!

(energetic music)

- Hey, look. Stay here, okay?

Okay?

- And I don't need to change?

- God no, they're direct!

- Oh!

You used to have to change at Longford.

Took the guts of a day to get home.

- When would you be looking to travel?

- Ah, no rush at all.

- Excuse me, what time is the bus to Tralee?

- Himself has an appointment

at The Mater this day next week.

We can head up then- - Sorry,

my phone broke and has got my ticket on it.

My bus is about to go out.

I need to get a new one.

- I leave it for now,

you look after this young fella.

- Sorry. Thank you.

- Ah, yeah, you walk away there, pal, yeah.

We're just gonna hang around for you, will we?

Not like any of us has anywhere to go.

- Can I get a new ticket?

(energetic music)

Charlie? Charl-

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie?

Charlie!

(footsteps thudding)

(Finn panting)

Charlie! (bus engine whirring)

Charlie!

- Finn? Finn!

- Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

- [Kait] Finn, wait! Finn!

Hold on.

Finn, stop, there'll be other buses.

You're fine!

- You don't understand!

My little brother's on there, my little brother!

- What? Slow down.

- I smuggled him on at Manchester.

He was in the hold and now he's on there.

- The hold?

What are you, a feckin' people trafficker?

Okay, Finn, it's fine.

We'll get your brother back.

I think we should call the Guards.

- No, no, no, no, no police, okay?

They'll just send us back.

- Back where?

Did you run away?

Something happened?

Is it your Mum?

Dad?

Both?

Jesus, it's always the parents.

Well, do you want to call them?

- No. No!

- Finn, you have to call someone!

(seagulls cawing) (waves crashing)

- [Mrs. Cusack] Does anyone still buy these?

- It has been a slow year.

(clears throat)

- You need to phone your daughter,

she's been leaving messages on the machine,

and your grandson called.

- Finn? Is he okay? What did he say?

- I, I couldn't really make him out, he was up to ninety.

But I took notes, I (laughing)

Would you credit it?

No one speaks to you for months,

and then it's all now, er...

"Collect Charlie from the station in Tralee."

- What are you on about, woman?

- I don't fecking know.

I'm telling you what he said.

He said he lost Charlie.

- What the fuck?

(car engine whirring)

(phone ringing)

- It's my Dad. Shit.

- Do you want me to speak to him?

- Uh, no.

Hey, thanks for calling me back.

No, not really.

So, you haven't heard from Finn, have you?

Yeah? Oh, thank God- - What, he has?

- Yeah.

Finn called the caravan park.

- Oh, what's he saying? - So.

- He's all right? - Yeah-

- Ask your dad if he's all right!

- Sorry, sorry, I've got Dan in me ears.

And so go on.

How, how, how is he? How did he sound?

Right...

Oh, he spoke to Mrs Cusack.

He's already in Ireland?!

- Oh God! - What?!

- What, what, what, what?

- How has he, how has he lost him?

Where did he lose him?

- Oh my God! - Jesus Christ!

- Right, I'm coming off.

- Okay, and, well, we were on the way to Holyhead.

- If he, if he speaks to him again, just tell him

to stay exactly where he is.

- [Julie] Er, just, er, put the phone down,

and I'll, I'll see if we can get a flight or something.

- Just call me when you land.

- [Julie] Yeah, it'd be Manchester, would it?

- Yeah.

- [Julie] Yeah, okay. Eh.

(line beeps)

(phone thuds)

(gentle tense music)

(blinds clattering)

(seagulls cawing) (waves crashing)

- So Finn, any girls on the go back home?

Or boys or anything? - (laughing) Grandad!

- What? I'm only asking you.

You, you, you're hot!

You're soulful, you're artistic.

You can take your pick.

- Finished, I think.

- Can I see?

Oh yeah! (laughing)

I like that!

Check me out!

Am I really that handsome? (Finn laughs)

I suppose, I am. (laughing)

(children yelling)

- [Children] Help! Help!

Help! Help!

- Help! He can't breathe!

- Help! He can't breathe! (children yelling)

- Charlie!

Your puffer, huh?

You got it? Which pocket?

Have you got it? Have you got it?

- Where's his thing? Where's his-

- Dad! - Where's your inhaler, son?

- Dad! Okay, just try to keep-

- [John] Has he not got his thing?

- Dad, he hasn't got his inhaler!

- He hasn't? - No.

- Okay. Don't worry.

Into your nose,

nice slow breaths in through your nose,

out through your mouth.

There you go. (Charlie inhaling)

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, kid.

- Keep his head up.

- All right, John, leave him a minute.

(Charlie mutters)

- All right, nice, nice slow breaths in through your nose,

out through your, you're gonna be fine.

In through your nose.

Out through your mouth. You alright?

- [John] Just breathe, son.

- I've got his spare thing.

- Thank you.

Okay, big, big breath in.

One big breath in.

Hold, mate, and hold. (Charlie inhales)

Hold it.

One, two, three.

Yeah, one more for luck, kid.

One more for luck. (mutters)

(Charlie inhales)

- [Julie] There we are.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Jeez, what were you doing, Charlie?

You can't just take off like that.

- I was trying to blow up the dinghy.

It's high-tide.

I wanted to see Fungie.

- All right, kid, save your puff.

- I'm useless. I can't do anything.

- Ah, nonsense.

You're the most remarkable boy I've ever met.

You wanna take a good look at Fungie, yeah?

(gentle music)

All right, son.

- [Dan] Yeah, you're good, you're good portside.

- [Julie] Yeah.

- [Dan] You've got about a meter.

Good, John, you're doing good.

- Into the shed of no return, huh?

- Okay! That's good!

Stop there, John.

(Dan claps)

Top job.

- Thanks, love!

- If we get it fixed up properly,

we could take her to sea and see

what we can see see see. - [Charlie] Yes.

Fungie, Fungie, Fungie!

(John laughs)

- I dunno, John.

It's a big bloody job.

- Me and the boys will get her ship shape.

Won't we? - Yeah!

- Yeah, we could just go for a walk...

- Yeah... - To the pub.

- Right, fine, work away!

- [Charlie] Really?! (Julie laughs)

- Right. Now, Grandad's boss.

- Yeah, Grandad's in charge! - Yeah!

- Yes! - Hey.

Ah!

(upbeat music) (radio chattering)

- Don't tell me you have the poor shams

doing your dirty work for you?

(John laughs)

- We're fixing her up, Mrs. Cusack,

to go see the dolphin!

- In that? - Yes!

- God have mercy on us. (laughs)

(John laughs)

- Hey Finn, you see, what I didn't tell your dad

was that if you don't do this,

(dial clicks)

nothing happens.

(John laughs)

- Good on you, Grandad.

- Boys! will we give her a lash?

- [Charlie] Yes! - [Finn] Yeah!

- Yes! Right!

Are you ready?

(engine sputtering)

(engine revving)

♪ But today ♪ (all cheering and laughing)

♪ I don't want ♪ - [Charlie] Come on!

- [John] Yes, yes, yes!

♪ To be anything else ♪ - We're outta here!

- Good on you, Grandad!

- Beauty!

♪ But myself ♪ - Yes!

♪ Today I'm a little bit of all these things ♪

♪ There's a little bit of all these things in me ♪

♪ I've got them here ♪ - Voicemail again.

♪ In my hand ♪ - Don't stress.

♪ I'm lightning ♪ Mum's probably just stuck

♪ Bird, wind ♪ In traffic this time of day.

(horn beeping)

♪ River man ♪

- 'Story?

What's the craic?

Oh my god! The state of you!

Do they not have shampoo over the water?

- Says you, you bogger.

- I'm after mucking out stables.

What's your excuse?

(bell dinging)

- Where's my Mum, Tomo?

- Get over here before they clamp me!

- [Kait] Come on.

(seagulls cawing)

- Ah, go on.

- Dingle, me-hole, you chancer.

- Please, Tomo. He needs to get there.

- Yeah, and I need to get this one back.

He's a big boy, stick him on a bus.

- I'm not leaving him on his own.

Please!

Come on, for me, for the craic?

- Away and shite, Kait.

Right, I'm taking you home.

Talk to your Mum.

Dingle! (uplifting music)

Right, Jethro, Dingle, Dingle.

(laughs) Get in the car!

(door thuds) (uplifting music)

- So, how come you're home then?

Ah, you missed me, didn't ya.

- Ugh, that's right Tomo. (Tomo laughs)

I missed that bang of manure

and you chatting shite.

(Tomo and Kait laugh)

Eyes on the road, you dope.

Don't worry, Finn.

I'll guilt my Mum.

She'll drive us.

- Ah, yeah. I'm sure it'll be grand.

Sure, she's well over you leaving her in the shit

and busking your way to England...

...waiting to be discovered. (laughs)

Fair play.

I've never seen her that angry.

So, did you have fun over there?

- You jealous?

Saw my dad.

- Go away!

Are you serious?

How was that?

- Savage, yeah.

We had a blast.

His partner's really sound.

- Oh wow!

Oh, you must really hate her.

- They just had a baby.

- Jesus, Kait!

Did you know?

- I surprised him, he surprised me.

- And you're okay with that?

- Sure. (uplifting music)

I have a baby brother.

(uplifting music continues)

(commentators chattering)

- What are you looking at?

This is expensive content, boy.

Pay-per-view.

Do you think you can watch it for free?

Sneaky little rats like you need to pay tax for this shit.

Let's see what you've got. Empty your pockets.

(Oisin chuckles)

(Charlie inhales)

(uplifting music continues)

- Got it!

(gate clanking)

(horse neighs) (birds chirping)

Ah, come on!

Work, you bollix!

Bleeding gate.

- I'm not doing it.

(Tomo laughs)

- Ah!

- Hey, you nodded off.

Tomo has that effect.

- Child locks?

- 'Cause you're a child.

(door thuds)

- Do you live here?

- Mum runs a riding school.

Horses need space.

- We'll be going soon, yeah?

(horses neigh)

Sorry. - It's fine.

I'm not for staying long either.

- Kaitlyn! (tense music)

Come over here, now!

Now!

- [Kait] Shit...

- Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn! - It's not good...

- I'm speaking to you!

- Get in the car.

Get in the car!

- [Emer] Do not get in that jeep, Kaitlyn!

Do not get in that Jeep!

- Hey, get outta the car! (energetic music)

You've Jethro in there!

- [Finn] What are you doing?

- Taking you to Dingle. (engine revving)

- Can you even drive?

- Kaitlyn!

- I'm a culchie.

I've been driving since I was, like, twelve.

I just never got my license.

Oh God. Oh God.

Belt on! - [Emer] Kaitlyn!

- Come on, do you wanna get there or not?!

Come on!

- [Tomo] What are you doing?

- Kaitlyn! - Let's go!

- Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn! (horse cantering)

Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn!

The horse, Kaitlyn!

- Kaitlyn!

(upbeat music)

(phone ringing)

- Go away!

Shit, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Relax. I'm done, okay?

Here, hold that.

Try not to get us lost.

Mum just wants this back, Jethro, and,

surprised she even noticed I'd gone.

She only has time for horses

and other people's kids.

Sorry, you don't want hear my shite.

- It's okay.

I mean, you're pretty much mixed up in my...

Mixed up in mine... - I know.

So what's he like then? Your brother?

- He's hard work.

Charlie's just Charlie.

Grandad reckons they broke the mold with him.

(Kait chuckles)

- Sounds gas.

- Yeah, he is.

(uplifting music)

(John chattering)

- Ain't no, doing nothing, nothing.

No... I'm not doing it! (Finn laughs)

- [John] All right!

- Ugh! You're cheating!

- [John] Hey, the pair of you!

- [Finn] Ow, that was a good one.

- [Julie] So, you got your sandwiches, the crisps,

the water?

Everything? Yeah? - Yup.

We have it all.

- [Charlie] Come on, let's go!

- Are you sitting down properly?

- [Charlie] Yes! - Let me see.

Thank you.

Listen, good listening today.

Yeah? And behave.

- Okay.

Why does everything you say sound like a threat?

- (laughs) Hey, look,

just around the harbor and back, Dad, you know?

- Yeah, I'll manage.

You enjoy your dinner.

- Make the bed after!

- [Dan] Oh, Jesus.

- What did I-

- Oh, and feel free to discuss that other thing,

you know?

- [Dan] Yeah, all right, John, good one.

- Work your magic, sweetheart.

- I'll do me best.

- Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- Right, who wants to see a dolphin?!

- [Finn] Me! - [Charlie] Yeah, see Fungie!

- [John] Yo!

- See you later! - [Charlie] Bye!

- Be good.

- [Dan] You'll do your best, will you?

- Yeah, well. (sighs)

Oh God, it's gorgeous here.

- Stunning.

- Mm.

- Not a chance.

- Not even a little bit?

- Mm-hmm.

- Big meanie.

You love it here. Go on.

- Oh, I do. I love it here.

Every, say, three to four months.

(plane engine revving) (people chattering)

- [Announcer] We are now commencing boarding-

- Here you go.

- Oh, thank you. - For flight 8932 to Cork.

- Right, that's us. We better go now.

- No, don't rush, don't rush, there's no point.

We're not priority boarding, so.

- [Dan] Okay.

- [Announcer] That's priority passengers,

and those requiring special assistance, to begin boarding.

Thank you.

- Charlie'd be having none of that, would he?

Sitting at the back. (chuckles)

- God, can you imagine?

He'd be there now, demanding to sit near the cockpit,

"Just in case both pilots have the shits at the same time".

(Julie chuckles)

- The thought of him landing a plane, Jesus...

(people chattering)

Listen, I'm sorry for eating the head off you.

- You're all right.

I had it coming, didn't I.

Is this payback, is it?

- Yeah, it's horrible, isn't it?

- Oh, it's absolute muck.

But you still got it for me.

- Yeah, to keep you awake.

You've got a long drive on the other side.

- Oh, so I'm driving then, am I?

- Yeah, of course you are, Dan.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

- [Dan] I just don't like being driven, Jules.

- Oh, I know. I know.

(dramatic music) (seagulls squawking)

(engine humming)

- Grandad, do you ever get lonely,

- You know, now and then,

but I keep busy, you know.

That's the thing.

You?

- Sometimes.

But I've got numbnuts here.

(John laughing)

- Yeah.

- Do you miss Nana?

- Charlie.

- I do, son. Thanks for asking.

But you know,

I still get to visit her

and sit with her, hold her.

It's nice.

- Mmm.

Will she ever get better?

- No.

Nana's not getting better.

But she still has her moments, right?

We just have to savor them.

- (softly) Mmm.

She would've loved this.

- Oh,

she absolutely would.

(dramatic music continues)

Hold on.

Quick detour.

(cheerful music)

(engine rumbling)

(tires crunching)

Right.

I won't be long.

(cheerful music continues)

- Why are we here?

Doesn't Nana live here?

Maybe he needs a wee or worse.

I think he might have the runs.

You can hear everything in that caravan.

(imitates flatulence)

(cheerful music continues)

Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick.

Got your nose.

- And mind the step here.

- Hey. - What?

- Your chariot awaits you. - Ah.

Gangsta.

- [Molly] Are we driving? - [John] Yeah, we are.

There you go.

- Nana. - Hi, Nana.

- Charlie will help with the seatbelt.

- Hi, Nana. - Hi, Nana.

- Good man. - How you doing?

The seat belt's just there.

- Right?

Let's get out of here.

(engine cranking) - Woo.

(cheerful music continues)

(horse neighing)

- Easy boy.

All right, Jethro.

Hold on.

We won't be long.

(cheerful music ends)

- [Kait] Listen, we might have to stop

and let him stretch his legs real quick.

Do you mind?

- Should we get some fuel too?

- No, we have loads.

We're, we're grand.

What?

- Nothing.

Just, my dad never let to go below half.

- Well, your dad's obviously weird.

Below half?

How the fuck did you ever get outta Sheffield?

Like, what?

- We don't anymore.

- Jesus Christ.

(seagulls squawking)

- Come on, Fungie.

- Yeah.

All right.

- Woo.

Ah.

Come on, Fungie.

(engine rumbling) (gentle music)

- Come here to me. - Come on, Fungie.

- You look beautiful. - All right.

There you go.

- [Finn] All right.

Oh, you got bigger one. Look.

(gentle music continues) (Molly chuckles)

- This is the life.

(John laughing)

- Would you like a wee dram of that?

- I would?

- Drink a wee drop of that.

There you go.

(Molly coughing) Oh no.

Do you not like that?

- I do. - All right. Okay.

- Where is he?

(engine rumbling) (gentle music continues)

Oh, is that him? It's him, it's him, it's him,

it's him, it's him.

Oh, no. It's a seal.

- Let's have a look.

- It's a seal. - Oh my God, yeah. It's a seal.

- But it's not Fungie.

Right, let's see if I can find Fungie.

- Oh, Nana, Nana, Nana, Nana, Nana, Nana, come back.

- Oh, Nana.

- Like I said- - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa. Slippy.

- No, no. Come back.

Back away from the side, Nana.

You just sit there. Look, you sit with me.

Hold my hands.

There you go.

- [Molly] Are we getting ice cream?

- You'll get plenty of ice cream.

Don't you worry about it. - Good.

- [John] Come on. Why don't you have a go on the wheel.

- Can I? - Come on.

- Come on! - Oh, there's nothing to it.

Come on. (both laughing)

There you go. You got it. - Am I the captain now?

- You are the captain.

Keep her steady. That's it. - Yeah.

- We're not supposed to be out here.

- Why?

- I promised Julie that we wouldn't go out with a harbor,

but we're all right. We're only a wee bit out.

- All right.

Parry, repost.

(Charlie grunting)

- Look at that? - Surrender

(both chuckling) or die.

Have you seen 'em happier?

It's good, huh?

(gentle music continues) (engine rumbling)

- Fungie should be here somewhere, you know?

- I feel sick.

- How bad on a scale of one to 10?

- Seven. And this is tight.

- Grandad.

- Yeah.

- Charlie's not feeling too well.

- Oh.

Ah, do you want me to turn around?

- I wanna see Fungie.

- Okay.

Keep your eye on the horizon, Charlie.

Just fix on the horizon.

- Lads,

there he is.

Look.

- Oh Fungie. - Look.

- He came to see us.

Nana, look. - See him.

- We found him. - Didn't I tell you?

(John laughs)

Look at that.

Finn, hang on to Nana.

- What is it?

- Nana, look. It's Fungie.

Fungie's here.

(screaming)

- Careful, Charlie.

- I knew he'd come.

Fungie!

Oh my God, it's Fungie.

(gentle music continues)

(fuel nozzle clicks)

(fuel cap rattling)

(cover bangs)

(horse neighing)

- We'll get you home soon

then we'll get you back to mammy.

- Hello.

(horse neighs)

- Just give him a few more minutes to stretch his legs

and then he should be good to go.

Have you any pets at home?

- Er... not anymore.

Charlie had a few,

rabbits and gerbils and ferrets.

(horse neighs)

- Wow. An actual petting zoo.

- The male gerbil turned out to be female

and ate all the others.

- Stop. - Yeah, it was carnage.

Charlie was all traumatized.

- Oh, little man.

- Well, he played the whole, "My gerbil's died.

Can I have a pet puppy?"

He was in and outta hospital a lot when he was younger.

You know, he learned how to milk it.

- Fair play.

I got an Elsa wand when my parents divorced.

I should have asked for a puppy, damn.

Listen, could you get the diesel?

I've literally nothing on me.

- Well, I've only got English money.

- Oh. Well, good luck with that.

- Are you being serious?

We need to leave.

- I know.

- But my little,

my little brother. - All right, Finn.

I'm trying. Okay.

I don't have to be here.

- What are we gonna do?

I've already put some in.

(gentle music) (people chattering)

- There's people.

(engine rumbling) (brakes squeaking)

- I can't sing.

- Can you stand there and look pretty?

Give that a go.

- Hi, everyone.

I'm just gonna sing you a little song.

♪ Well, we know where we're going ♪

♪ But we don't know where we've been ♪

♪ And we know what we're knowing ♪

♪ But we can't say what we've seen ♪

♪ And we are not little children ♪

♪ And we know what we want ♪

♪ And the future is certain ♪

♪ Give us time to work it out ♪

(upbeat strumming)

♪ We are on the road to nowhere ♪

♪ Come on inside ♪

♪ Taking that ride to nowhere ♪

♪ We'll take that ride ♪

♪ Feeling okay this morning ♪

♪ And you know ♪

♪ We're on the ride to paradise ♪

♪ Here we go ♪

♪ Here we go ♪

(people cheering)

♪ There's a city in my mind ♪

♪ Come along and take that ride ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Baby, it's all right ♪

♪ And it's very far away ♪

♪ But it's growing day by day ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Baby, it's all right ♪

♪ And would you like to come along ♪

♪ You can help me sing that song ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Baby, it's all right ♪

♪ And they'll tell you what to do ♪

♪ And they'll make a fool of you ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Baby, it's all right ♪

♪ We're on the road to nowhere ♪

♪ Hey ♪

- [Finn] ♪ Hey ♪

(people cheering)

♪ We are on the road to nowhere ♪

♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Hey ♪

♪ We are on road to nowhere ♪

(engine pops and rumbles)

- Shit. No.

What?

No, no, no.

(engine rumbling)

(engine cranking)

No, no. Come on.

- What's wrong?

- I dunno. It just cut out.

You did a diesel in it?

- Yeah, I think. - You think?

- Like you told me, it's a diesel engine isn't it?

- Yeah.

Everything's diesel in Ireland, this old.

(cover pops)

(latch clicking)

(door banging)

(wind blowing)

(cover bangs)

- Shit.

(feet shuffling)

(latch clicking)

(door banging)

Bollocks!

(Finn groans)

We're so close, like.

- How close?

- Like, go over that great lump.

I could try flagging someone down.

Oh, don't go quiet on me, Finn.

It makes me nervous.

I said I'd get you there and I will.

(somber music)

- Why do you think your mum and dad made this appointment?

- I don't know.

- No idea.

- Have they reason to be concerned?

- Maybe.

(Charlie imitates flatulence)

- Finn!

- Do you feel responsible for your brother, Finn?

- Him, responsible? You are having a laugh?

(Charlie snorts)

(somber music)

(hooves trotting)

(Kait singing softly) ♪ And I would walk 500 miles ♪

♪ And I would walk 500 more ♪

♪ Just to be the one who walks ♪

♪ 1,000 miles ♪

(hooves trotting)

- You alright? - Yeah.

(somber music)

(wind blowing)

(somber music continues)

(hooves clomping)

(wind blowing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(engine rumbling)

- Finn, come here to me.

I'll show you how to drive.

It's not complicated. Come on.

Come here.

That's neutral. That's drive.

And if you want to give it a bit of a kick,

you go like that. (engine rumbling)

(Charlie screaming)

- Charlie. Charlie. - No, no, no, no.

- Charlie. Charlie.

(water splashing) - Finn.

(Finn panting)

Oh God.

Finn.

- Look. - Do you see him?

(somber music)

- No, no, no, no, no.

(somber music continues)

Oh God.

Come on now. Come here to me.

Well done, son, well done.

- Poor Charlie.

- Oh, poor Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie.

Come here now to me. Give him to me.

I have him.

Here, here, here.

(somber music continues)

(John grunting)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(hooves trotting)

(somber music continues)

(hooves trotting)

- Er, this one.

- Good boy, Jethro.

You good to hop down?

- No.

- You got it.

Very good.

(Kait grunting)

I'm gonna be here.

I want you to know that, okay.

- What are ya? Couple of cowboys.

- All right if I park him here?

- Sure. Yeah.

You're a long way from home, Finn.

Come here to me.

Let me look at you.

My God. You're even more chiseled.

- What happened to the hotel?

- Ah, well, you know,

not too many guests of late.

Sorry, darling. How are you?

Good to meet you.

John, is my name.

- Kaitlyn, or Kait?

- Hey, Kait.

- Where's Charlie?

- Come in. - Thanks.

(feet clomping)

(somber music continues)

- I picked it up from the station for you.

Uh... Will you have a seat? - Sure.

- Would you take something to eat?

- Sure.

- Let me see what I have.

(door opens)

(door banging)

- Well, that's fine.

We could go out.

Would you like a cup of tea?

- [Kait] Grand.

- Finn.

You know that's not him in there, right?

(somber music continues)

Charlie passed away,

September last, up in Tralee.

- Shut up. - Oh, son.

Your mum and dad are on their way. They won't be long.

- You told them?

- It's fine. We'll get you some help.

- I don't need help.

- You're here now.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(soft piano music)

- [Julie] Dan...

He's taken Charlie.

- What?

(door banging) (feet shuffling)

(somber music continues)

(feet shuffling)

(gentle melodic music)

- Yeah, he was breathing when we got him on the boat,

and we wrapped him up, and we got him to the hospital,

but he was very weak, his little heart and lungs.

(gentle melancholic music)

And he...

He passed away later that evening,

and it...

It broke us.

- Oh. (sobbing)

Oh, God.

(gentle melancholic music) (Julie sobbing)

No, no, no, no. Dad, no.

Get out, you stupid, stupid man.

Get out!

(gentle melancholic music) (Julie sobbing)

- I'm so sorry.

- I'll get your boy a drink.

(gentle melancholic music)

(car doors clicking)

(car door clunking)

- Here you are, will you take that?

- Er, yeah.

- Thank you. (car door clunking)

- Oh yeah, give us that.

You all right? Did you forget something?

- No, it's just...

Um, (sighing).

Just being here, do you know what I mean? It's...

Charlie asking for that upgrade. (laughing)

What did he call that car they tried to give us?

- Oh, he, he called it, um, "A wheelie-bin with a,

trying to have it off with a mobility scooter."

(both laughing)

- Yeah, bloody was and all, the little shit.

- Yeah.

(Dan sobbing)

- Are you all right, love?

- Oh, God, oh!

I'm so sorry, I thought I was done with all this.

- Done?

Dan. - I'm sorry. (sobbing)

- We lost our child.

You can cry whenever you want.

- Oh.

- I broke down in a bloody Co-op the other day

over a tin of spaghetti hoops. (laughing)

- He fucking loved spaghetti hoops, didn't he?

- Yeah.

- Jules, if I'd, if I'd have just been there.

If I'd have just been there.

- No, don't do that, don't, don't. Come on.

- (sobbing) Oh, God!

I could've, I could've, I could've, he'd still be here now

if I was just there.

- No, no. - Yeah.

- He wouldn't, he wouldn't, he wouldn't.

- He would!

- [Julie] What were we supposed to do,

just keep saying no forever?

- Oh, Jules, I let him down.

- No, you didn't, Dan, you didn't let him down.

- I did. I let him down.

- Oh, love, love.

You didn't let him down, you listened to him.

You listened to what Charlie wanted.

You are a great dad, you are a great dad.

(Dan sobbing)

I promise you.

- I loved him so much, like you wouldn't believe.

- I know, I know, I know, I know.

(Dan sobbing)

(Dan breathing deeply)

It's all right.

- It'll never be the same.

Ever.

(gentle melodic music)

- No.

It won't ever be the same.

We're gonna have to try and cope, all right.

Like we did when I was 19 and pregnant at college

and like when Charlie was born, do you remember?

25 weeks old, size of your hand.

Jesus, that child got all the attention, didn't he?

- He did, he bloody did, didn't he?

- Now it's time to give some of that to Finn.

- Yeah.

(gentle melodic music) (Dan breathing deeply)

(soft orchestral music)

- I had no idea you were on your own that whole time.

- Not the whole time.

- Can I look at your sketches?

(gentle melodic music)

- Don't, okay, just don't.

- Finn.

- [Server] Teas, coffees, light refreshments.

- [Counselor] Do you feel responsible

for your brother, Finn?

(gentle melodic music)

- Very good.

- Shit, what time is it?

- Just after seven. Why?

- It's high tide. Fungie, we'll miss it.

- Ah, wait, Finn, about that.

- Yeah.

Ah...

Nobody's seen him for a while.

- He had a great life. He was a rock star, like.

Ah, Finn, I'm sorry.

- Do you know, I never bought the story

of him swimming into the sunset.

He was onto too much of a good thing.

Why don't we go and see for ourselves?

(traditional Irish folk music)

♪ I've been a wild rover ♪

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- [John] Hold on to that.

That's it, now give it a big-

♪ For many's a year ♪

♪ And I spent half me money ♪

(car rumbling)

♪ Drinking strong ale and beer ♪

- John!

John, what are you doing?

♪ But now for the future ♪

♪ I must take better care ♪

♪ In case that misfortune ♪

♪ Might come to my share ♪

(tires screeching)

- No, stay in the car, turn around. He's taken the boat.

- The boat?

- And your son.

♪ It would build me a barn ♪

- Shit. - The harbour.

- [Julie] Okay, thanks, thanks. He took the fucking boat.

(car rumbling) Jesus Christ!

♪ It would buy me a coat for ♪

♪ To keep my back warm ♪

(seagull cawing)

♪ Wild roving, I'll give it over ♪

♪ Wild roving, give o'er ♪

- [John] Molly, you know Charlie?

♪ And I never will be called a ♪

- [Molly] Charlie?

- [John] The little bollocks.

♪ Wild rover no more ♪

- Your grandson, you know Charlie?

And Finn, we used to bring them down here.

Do you remember?

(traditional Irish folk music)

(traditional Irish folk music continues)

- You know we're not gonna see Fungie, right?

He's gone to dolphin heaven.

That's not why Grandad brought us here.

Oh, come on, Finn, use your brain.

(traditional Irish folk music)

It's for the best.

(traditional Irish folk music) (Finn sobbing)

- Are you ready, Finn?

It's time to say goodbye.

Here they are now.

You understand me, don't you, Finn?

(traditional Irish folk music) (Finn sobbing)

(traditional Irish folk music) (boat engine rumbling)

- [Julie] Finn!

(Finn sobbing)

(traditional Irish folk music) (boat engine rumbling)

Dad!

- It's time to say goodbye!

We need to do this together!

Kait, come here to me.

- Oh, God. - Keep hold of this for me.

- I don't, I don't know. - Yeah, you do.

You drove a horse box down from Kildare, you can do this.

Come on, just aim for the headland.

- Finn, Finn, what, what you doing, pal?

- Finn. - Just wait there a second.

John, take it off him please.

- I won't, it needs to be done.

- Well, that's not your decision, is it, John?

Haven't you done enough harm?

Jules, please tell him, please.

- Dad, please, please just come back

and-and let's just talk about this.

- What's to talk about? You know it's the right thing.

- Well, you can't just keep doing what you want

all the time, Dad!

If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even be out here!

You were meant to look after them.

- I know!

Do you think I don't know?

It's all I think about.

You've no idea how sorry I am.

I wish to God it had been me!

And I miss you so much

and, and, and your beautiful boy.

And I know I'll never be able to make it up to you,

but please let me try.

(traditional Irish folk music)

- [Dan] Hold on a minute, hold on, hold on.

Could you bring us, can you bring us closer to,

can you bring us in, please?

- Just let us go. - Just hang on a sec.

- Wait. - Hang on.

Let us, there, there.

(traditional Irish folk music)

- Give me your hand.

There you go.

Hang on.

That's it.

Well done, well done.

- [Dan] Are you all right? - Are you all right, love?

(water lapping)

- Now, tell me,

and this is all that matters,

what would Charlie want right now?

Would he wanna be stuck on a mantelpiece

or-or out here

with us making a huge fuss of him?

- It's not a mantelpiece, it's a cabinet.

This is all we've got left of him, John.

- It's not.

Charlie will always be with us,

but me dad's right.

It's time to say goodbye.

(water lapping)

It's what Charlie would want, isn't it?

- Okay.

Yeah.

- Okay.

Okay.

(gentle melancholic music)

- There you go.

Right, so...

- Do you wanna go first, yeah?

- We... er...

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

(melancholic music continues)

(light instrumental music)

(instrumental music continues)

(instrumental music)