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It's my dad. I think he killed her.

One of your frog things is missing.

Dad was here the day Mam died.

What are you doing? That's Mam's phone.

Listen to that.

How dare you threaten me?

He -- He's been lying.

Are you sure this is from Jim?

I think he felt sorry for me after the break-in.

Mam took that just before she died.

That's the frog.

SARAH: Did you take the money, Jim?

I mean, why couldn't you leave it alone?!

Why didn't we just go?!

Jesus Christ, Dad, you've got to tell me the truth now.

Did you kill her?

You wanted the truth, Cat.

-You were right.

I killed your mother.

Morning.

Hello.

Sleep all right?

I did.

-A little. -Good.

Well, okay.

Here we go.

That's it, that's it.

Good.

Now...

I dreamed I was back in Flood's.

Yeah?

I was dancing.

Here we go.

Now.

And down.

There you are.

MARY: Did you know that dogs have sex backwards?

- What? -Arse to arse.

Apparently the male turns his whole body 'round

while he's still inside the bitch, then ejaculates.

What are you talking about, Mary?

It came up on one of my newsfeeds.

I think it's fascinating.

When's the last time you saw a dog

hump the leg of a chair with his arse?

Oh, there's a video.

No, thank you.

Oh, dear God.

I mean, he really does turn around at the end, doesn't he?

I mean, is it the angle, do you think?

Why does he turn away like that?

Shame, probably.

- Morning. -Yeah.

What have I caught you watching?

- Nothing. -Dogs having sex.

Backwards.

Good thing you specified that,

or it would've been really weird.

Good morning, Mary. Dr. Hogan.

Oh, yeah, Patricia's here.

-You ready to go, Dad? -Yeah.

-How are you today? -I'm fine.

-How are you, my darling? -Late.

I've got a great evening planned for us, though.

-Excited? -I'm intrigued.

Jim?

Patricia.

Look, I'm sorry to keep bringing this up...

No, no, no. I'm -- I'm -- I'm sorry.

We're just a bit disorganized here.

I promise I'll sort you out tomorrow.

It's not me doing the chasing here.

Very soon the company is gonna tell me to stop coming.

Well, it won't come to that, I promise you.

First thing tomorrow, you'll get everything you're owed.

Give you my word on that.

I'm certain your practice would help if things are difficult.

Look, we're fine. We're fine.

-Michael, come on. -I'm just trying to help.

Yeah, I know, Patricia, and I'm sorry.

And I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention any of this to Mary

because, frankly, I don't want her getting worried, you know?

It'd be great if she got some of that sun today, you know?

See you later, Mam.

Bye!

Listen, Michael, I thought you might be, uh --

you might be a able to drop a couple of shifts,

give your mother a bit of a hand out at home.

Are you getting rid of Patricia?

No, no. I'm just thinking ahead.

Your mother's in decline, and she's not very happy.

I just thought it'd be nice if one of us

was about the house, during the week especially.

You know, Fiona's got the kids,

and Cat's not gonna help, so...

Don't know. I'll have to ask my supervisor.

-It's not very flexible. -Okay.

Well, who knows?

You might get a new job going forward, Michael.

Unless you think that SuperPrice, of course,

is your final vocation.

Why don't you ask Sarah? You pay her enough.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

No, don't be a coward. Go on, just say it.

You pay her rent, Dad. We all know.

If you can't afford to pay the carer,

I shouldn't be the one making sacrifices.

This is not about Patricia. This is not about Sarah.

I'm not trying to cost-cut here, Michael.

I'm trying to make your mother happy.

And anyway, I pay for you, don't I, no?

30 years of age. Still living at home.

Drop me off here. I'll walk the rest of the way.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Look, just ask your supervisor. That's all I'm saying.

BARRY:

I don't know. What you think?

Sorry. I...

You want, uh, some more, Barry? That it?

If you think it's working.

Um...

I'll tell you what.

Uh, I'll, um...

I'm gonna give you a couple of months, yeah?

And, um, I'll put you on repeats.

Here you are.

If you need anything else, just give me a call, yeah?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Thank you.

Hello?

SARAH: Hey, will I send in the next one?

Um...

Just give me a minute, yeah?

Coffee.

Are you all right?

Oh! Yeah. Yeah, absolutely fine, thanks.

Any news from Mrs. Corcoran?

No, I've been calling, but she's not answered.

That's not like her.

Do you want me to call an ambulance?

No, I'll -- I'll -- I'll drop in on her.

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah, it's on my way home, yeah.

I could go with you. We could get a drink maybe after.

I think I need to go home tonight.

Okay.

-Have you taken it yet? -Ah! Stay still.

I'm just paranoid that Dad's gonna show up.

He's going to be late. He called.

There.

No, wait. It didn't work.

Christ.

Mam.

Do you think I'm disappointing?

What's your father been saying now?

It's just that Cat's all successful with her job

and her place.

Fiona's got the kids.

I'm just here working at the SuperPrice.

And making your mother very happy.

Now, shut up and let me take a photo.

Right.

And hide the spliff.

All right.

-There.

Look at that smile.

I look stoned.

Yeah.

You look a little like your father when he was young.

He was the one who grew up doing this sort of thing.

I was a nice, well-mannered convent girl

until he corrupted me with his wayward influences.

Piss off.

I swear to you.

He was getting high in his bike leathers

when I was doing my Inter Cert.

He was not the man he fancies himself now.

Wow.

So you liked a bit of rough?

Ah, he was a sweet little thing, really.

Not unlike you.

You should put this on one of those dating apps.

Oh, God, Mam.

Find a nice young man for yourself.

Mam, the only gay men

in a 15-kilometer radius from around here

are priests, priests, and priests.

Not really my sort of thing.

I hope you can tell him one day. Your father.

I want you to be able to talk about things.

The way wedo.

-What happened to your arm? -Oh, nothing.

I just slipped. Par for the course.

Mam, I'm thinking about dropping a few shifts,

helping out around here.

I'm dying, Michael, I'm not senile.

Yeah, but we'd have some fun.

More fun than you have with your wan Patricia.

Mary, where's your bib, Mary?

Where's your diaper, Mary?

Ohh!

Go live your life.

You're not going to feel better about me dying

just because you spent my final days

changing my knickers.

This is wonderful.

Hello?

Rita?

Mrs. Corcoran?

Hello?

-Jesus Christ!

I've called the police!

-Rita, it's me. -I don't know you!

It's Dr. Hogan from the surgery.

You missed your appointment.

You know, we were worried about you.

Look, I brought your prescriptions.

-Jim? -Yeah.

-I couldn't see you there. -Oh, yeah.

-How did you get in? -The door was wide open.

Go on, we can sit down. You're all right.

I haven't really called the police.

No, I-I know that, yeah.

There you go.

There we are.

I find it hard to stay awake sometimes.

I'm always waking up somewhere.

I never have any idea what time it is.

Yeah, well, I don't think you should be drinking,

considering the combination of medication you're on,

if you don't mind me saying.

I don't mind.

Whether I'll listen...

Ah, go on. You will.

God.

You're just a constant source of trouble, aren't you?

If you don't join me, I'll have to have it all to meself.

And the Lord knows what that'll do to my good health.

Right. Good luck.

Mm.

You look like shit.

Oh, easy now.

Oh!

Ah, well, where would you get it?

♪ The minstrel boy to the war is gone ♪

♪ In the ranks of death you will find him ♪

♪ His father's sword he has girded on ♪

♪ And his wild harp slung behind him ♪

♪ "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard ♪

♪ "One faithful harp ♪

♪ Shall praise thee" ♪

Right.

MARY: Jim?

Can you...?

Yeah, of course.

That's all right.

I didn't wake you when I came in last night, did I?

MARY: I didn't really sleep.

I'm sorry about that.

Did you go somewhere nice?

She doesn't have to be your secret, Jim.

I'd prefer it if she wasn't.

I know our weekend-in-Paris days are over.

I was with a patient.

She was unwell and needed some company.

Did she, now? Fair play to her.

I wouldn't mind seeing a bit of you

out of working hours myself.

Well, look, I'm around for the weekend.

Uh, the weather's supposed to be nice.

Maybe we could tidy up the garden.

I want to have a proper talk.

About the future.

And what is it exactly is it you'd like me to do here, Mary?

I mean, I wish I could make things better, yeah?

It's Patricia.

Can we pay her today?

Jesus.

BREEN: Dr. Hogan.

-Have you heard what happened? -No.

One of your patients has had some property stolen.

She thinks at some point over the last couple of days.

Uh, Rita Corcoran?

What? That's awful.

Yeah, it looks like money mostly now.

But we can't be too sure because, uh,

well, she's not entirely clear.

She said you called around yesterday evening, Doctor.

Yeah, I did. Yeah.

You notice anything?

Uh, well -- well, I mean, her door was open,

which I found very strange, and I'm surprised she didn't --

Did she not s-say anything about that?

She'd missed her appointment. She doesn't usually.

So that's why we were worried.

That's why Dr. Hogan went 'round.

Yeah, I -- you know, I checked her out, she seemed fine.

Everything was fine when I left.

I might need you to call down to the, uh, station

and put what you've said in writing.

Nothing serious now, you understand.

Just, uh, so we have all our ducks in a row.

Yeah, and I'm sure we'll find a time.

The sooner the better, now, Jim.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Mam, did you see any of my white tops?

Shit, I'm gonna be late!

Patricia!

Do you have any of my white tops in the wash?

I told you to check the hot press.

There's none there!

Look again!

Jesus, doesn't anybody want to fucking help?

It's not there!

Patricia!

Jesus, Michael.

Oh. You all right?

Yeah, I was j-just getting you a top.

Thanks.

MARY: It's me.

I found something in your drawer.

You might want to find better hiding places in the future.

I don't know what your plans are for the rest of the night,

but I want you to cancel them and come home.

I want you to explain this to me truthfully.

Don't make me find out some other way.

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MARY: Mary here. Leave a message.

How dare you threaten me?

You've no idea. You don't know the first thing.

I will be home tonight, and we will talk about this.

MARY: You got my message, then?

I got yours.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.

Before you go telling one of your stories,

I have asked around.

People are saying Rita has been robbed.

Is this why you went to her house?

She missed an appointment. I was concerned.

For Christ's sake, Mary,

this was a half-pissed, spur-of-the-moment thing.

I didn't plan it!

Michael is upstairs.

Look, I-I -- I was supposed to give the money back.

I was -- I-I meant to give it back today.

I just wish you'd said something.

-If we're in trouble... -I didn't want to worry you.

You're too proud, Jim. You're too proud to talk to me.

You're too proud to ask for help.

And now you're behaving

like you're still some delinquent from the bog.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

What are we doing, Jim?

What are we trying to save?

I don't know.

We both know this doesn't get any better.

Not for me.

I can barely leave the house.

Our children are grown. They have their own lives.

I've savored every last moment with you all.

I've made my final memories.

All I'm doing is waiting.

And now I want to go.

You see? This -- This is it, you see?

This is it. This is why I didn't say anything to you.

Because you just think you're a burden.

But you aren't a burden. Mary, you aren't.

This isn't about you.

I've always said there would come a time

when I would want to make a choice.

We both know what this thing does.

We know how it ends.

I'll be unable to move or speak...

...or breathe on my own.

I won't wait for that to happen, Jim,

for my body to die before I do.

It's my death, Jim, and...

...I believe I've been spared

the last of my faculties this long

so I can decide how and when it happens.

You're just depressed. That's all it is.

You know, I can help you with that.

This isn't coming from a place of sadness, my darling.

This is coming from a place of peace.

I want to die happy.

Let me help you.

You know how to help me.

Look, just give me the weekend, yeah?

I mean, that's all I'm asking. Just give me the weekend.

We can do all the things that you love to do,

and -- and -- and you'll feel completely differently after.

Just give me the weekend.

Can you do that?

This is different.

Yeah, to hell with the weekend, I thought.

I'm gonna take a couple of extra days off.

-Oh? -Yeah.

We're going to have an extended weekend.

I'm sorry I couldn't arrange the trip to Paris,

but I think we can make a good job of it

here ourselves anyway.

-Will we? -We certainly will.

Now, I'm gonna be by your side the whole time

and do all the things you want to do.

You won't be able to get rid of me.

No, no, no, not -- not that one.

-But it's dead. -That's -- That's not dead.

It's a baby.

It's finding its way in a cruel and complicated world.

Leave it alone.

Cat can't make it tomorrow.

What, again?

I mean, you know, how many times is that?

I'm sure she's just rushed off her feet.

Yeah, right.

You'll look after her, won't you?

-What? -Cat.

You'll try with her?

She doesn't ask for help, but she'll need it.

Of course, of course.

I really don't want her to be on her own.

Oh, for Christ's sake, sweetheart.

Come on. What are you doing?

Here, up, up, up, up.

All right? That's it.

Come back. Let's get you into the chair.

Let's get you into the chair now.

There you go.

Oh!

Okay, okay.

Oh, there we are.

Fish. Feeding the fish.

It's just the heat, you know?

You're probably dehydrated as well.

Just need to lie down for a bit.

Hello, darling. How are you?

Is it -- Is it night?

It is, yes.

And do you know what?

I've made you a bite to eat.

-Are you coming?

-Well... -Yeah. Why not?

What are you doing?

-Stop.

Stop.

That's it.

Now...

Grand. There we go.

There you are.

Good.

MARY:

Willkommen and bienvenue, madame.

Oh, dear!

This is ridiculous.

Allez, allez. Bien sûr.

Allez, allez. Allez, allez.

I don't believe it.

Yeah? Sit down there, love.

-Un peu de vin? -Oh, please!

There you go, love.

Sit down there, love.

That's it. You'll be grand.

-MARY: -Ahh, yeah!

Good!

-And...

...dinner is served.

Hey!

Thank you, darling.

Don't say I'm not thinking about you, huh?

MARY:

"Accent." Yeah?

Something, T-R, something, S, something.

"Stress."

Ah so, yes, you're good, yeah. Thank you for that.

Would you like another one?

Why don't we have a little whiskey?

Eh! Certainly, yeah.

"Happiness Is Me and You"

I haven't heard that in a while.

Yes, your old school dance.

You in that dreadful suit.

God.

I was so frightened you were gonna turn me down,

and all your friends were there laughing at me.

I'd come such a long way just to ask you to dance.

What was the name of that huge nun?

Sister Clare.

No.

No, Sister Martina.

That's it. Sister Martina.

-Jesus.

Do you remember she caught us in the toilet?

You had your hand down my trousers.

I felt like such a deviant.

Get out of it. You were loving it.

How's your legs there, love? Here, look.

Up. We'll have a look at it there, now.

Ah! That's it.

♪ Happiness is me and you♪

♪ There may be girls that I'll remember♪

♪ Who've made me happy for a while ♪

♪ But none of them compare with you, my love ♪

There you go. All right?

♪ However hard they all may try ♪

There we are now.

There you go.

♪ If the bus that we're taking ♪

That's it.

♪ Has for ages kept us waiting ♪

♪ What does it matter? ♪

♪ Even in a queue ♪

♪ Happiness is me and you ♪

♪ Happiness is me and you ♪

-Ah. Wicko. -Is this not a good time?

You said today was all right, but I can come another time.

No, no, you're grand, you're grand. How much is it?

20.

Who is it, Jim?

Oh, you're all right, Mary. It's just Wicko.

You all right, Mrs. H?

Very well!

WICKO: Thanks.

Is, uh, Michael in?

No, no, he's just gone to his work.

Well, uh, say hi to him for me.

I will, yeah. See you in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, Mrs. H.

MARY: Bye!

Here, look, if you give me five minutes

I can help you out with this.

I just want to feed the fish.

Yeah, so do you want me to get you your chair?

No, I'll sit on the garden seat, sure.

-Are you sure? -Stop fussing.

All right, okay.

Well, look, I'll come and join you in a minute.

I've just got to do these -- thing here.

Ah!

Oww.

Jesus!

Mary, Jesus.

MARY:

What the hell have you done?

Wait, wait, wait. Jesus Christ.

I'll just get the phone. I'll go and phone the ambulance.

No, no. Plea-- Plea-- Plea--

What?

Please. Do it.

Please, please, please.

Please.

Don't ask me.

Do it.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I love you.

That's it.

That's what happened, Cat.

That's the truth.

I never got to say goodbye.

Oh...

I'm so sorry, Dad.

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

It's all right, darling. It's all right.

I'll tell them everything.

I'll tell them everything.

It's all right.

I'm so sorry, Dad.