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(light music)

(snoring)

(muffled heartbeat)

(water bubbling)

What the fuck?!

Holy bleedin' cunting shit!

(bright music)

What the fuck? You're haemorrhaging?

Yeah. No. Oh, I'm so sorry about the seat.

Oh, God! Yeah. Wow!

No, that really is a lot of blood.

Ugh, it's sort of gloopy.

Ugh. That really is a lot of blood.

What the fuck is going on?

Um, well, I kinda, sorta,

maybe had a mini-abortion.

- Just the pill kind. - What?

You know, if you catch it early, they can just

give you a couple of pills and you're supposed to start

bleeding within a few days, but I took them over a week ago

and nothing, so I-I-I thought it didn't work.

Well, I think it's working.

We need to get you to a hospital.

No! I don't do hospitals.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

This is exactly what's supposed to happen.

Well, obviously it's not exactly

what's supposed to happen.

Okay, well, not exactly!

But I'm fine!

(indicator clicking) What are you doing?

We have to get off this motorway right--

No! Keep driving to Galway!

It's at least another hour.

You need a doctor now!

I don't need a doctor.

I need an industrial strength pad and--

Ah... Ooh. Maybe some ibuprofen.

I'm Googling this shit.

Don't text and drive!

I'm not texting!

I-I'm checking to see if you're dying.

Seriously, stop typing. It's dangerous!

Well, seriously, don't abort mid-road trip!

I am not going to a hospital!

Stop smoking! Stop Googling!

Stop shouting!

Ow! (ice cream truck jingle)

Ah!

(jingle continues)

'Kay, seriously, though, I think I might be about

to pass out.

You need sugar.

(screaming)

Eyes on the road!

Eat!

(breathing heavily) Ah, fuck.

(screaming)

Fuck.

- (thudding) - Fuck.

(coughing, spitting)

I think I've just been sick.

You're nothing if not reliable, Deryl.

Oh my God.

(soft music)

Fuck.

Oh, my God. Is he dead?

Shut up.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

(screaming)

Oh, no. No, don't get up so quickly!

No, oh!

Oh, God. Okay.

Getting light-headed. Okay.

(man): Don't worry! I'm grand.

(Suze): Oh, thank fuck.

(engine sputtering) Come on! Come on!

I think it's broken.

You. Piece. Of. Shit!

You need a mechanic.

Sure, I was just at his house.

He lives across the road there, Padraig Delaney.

He lives just there.

(breathing heavily)

(sheep bleating)

What if he's a rapist?

I don't think he's gonna wanna rape you mid-abortion.

Well, I hope we get there soon

'cause I'm really burning through these napkins.

Ugh...

God, you really don't do well with blood, do you?

Is it the smell of iron?

'Cause I knew a girl who had that.

(distant singing)

Maybe don't mention the abortion.

Wha--?

Jesus, Seamus. You've only been gone ten minutes.

What did he do now?

Actually, he didn't do anything. We hit him.

We didn't hit him. He fell.

Look, she needs help.

Right. I can see that. Come on.

- Come in. - Jesus!

Did I tell ya you look powerful in black?

Yeah. You told me.

Oh, we're so sorry for intruding.

No. What happened?

Uh... I'm having a...

(both): A... mini miscarriage.

- Right. Diarmaid? - Well, not mini.

- Just normal. - Well, it's not normal.

- It's slightly above average-- - Large. Heavy miscarriage.

I really need the toilet.

Yeah. Yes, you do. Come with me.

You, make yourself at home.

- (distant singing continues) - Hey, uh...

do you know where the mechanic is?

A fuckin' party. Well...

Holy shit!

Oh, holy...

M-Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners...

(all): Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

And I'm sorry to bother you.

I-I'm looking for the mechanic.

(sobbing)

Aren't we all?

Aren't we all?

It hasn't sunk in for me, either.

(soft music)

Fuck!

It's just so painful.

Taken too soon.

He was 89.

(exhales)

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

Sure, I can't wait to die.

People say the nicest things about you,

even if you were a tight arse like dead Delaney there.

Sure, he could peel an orange in his pocket.

- Yeah. - Jesus!

Just lookin' at you now.

You coulda been...

you coulda been an air hostess, do you know that?

- (chuckles) - Right.

- I need a smoke. - Aye. Do you have you a spare?

Last one.

Do you know what, Seamus?

I think you could be in with a shot.

(scoffs)

(knocking)

Yeah?

So, you're in luck.

Great.

Now, do we need to get you a doctor?

No, no, no. No. I-I don't do doctors.

No, honestly, I'm fine.

The bleeding seems to have slowed down, so... I'm okay.

Right, well, that's good.

- But you do need to rest. - Mm-hmm. Yeah. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

(distant dog barking)

(distant sheep bleating)

(phone ringing)

- Mam? - Ah, Suzi!

We were just talking about you!

- How's your sister? - She's not my...

Yeah, fine.

Look, I just wanted to see if Deryl came back.

Deryl's great! Thanks for asking.

- (sighs) - I wasn't asking.

Hi, Suzi!

(Deryl laughing)

(Sheryl): We're playing gin rummy.

- Mam... - Oh, he's-he's winning,

as always! Anyway, I've gotta go.

It's my turn.

(soft music)

- (door slams) - Jesus! Fuck.

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

- Listen, your sister is not-- - She's not my sister.

She's my half-sister.

Right. Well...

your half-sister isn't fit to travel.

You can stay here.

And, don't worry about it. I know my way around an engine.

I should be able to get you moving in the morning.

- Ah, shit! - You're welcome.

Sorry.

For your... dad?

Oh, God. No. My uncle.

Well, I'm sorry.

Oh!

Are you the American?

Yeah.

God bless your unborn child.

- Oh, you're not young. - Oh, sorry.

Oh, I-I'll-I'll pray it wasn't your last chance.

Will you pray with me?

Uh, yeah.

Eternal rest grant unto thee unborn child

and bless the future fruit of this womb.

Amen.

Oh. Amen.

In the name of the Father and the Son

- and of the Holy Spirit. - Hmm. Cool.

- Amen. - Thank you so much.

I know. You'll be grand now, you know. Yeah.

And you can start trying again straight away.

Oh! I didn't know.

Do you know when you're next ovulating?

(chuckles awkwardly)

Oh.

Lord rest his soul.

I'm so sorry. I-I've recently lost my mother

and I know what you're going-- (door closes)

Well, thank the Lord Jesus for that.

Give us a whiskey!

Ahh...

You are a disgrace!

I've looked at that ugly mug for 59 years.

Can't stand another minute of it.

- Sláinte. - Sláinte.

May you burn in hell.

(both): May you burn in hell.

Ahh...

Why would I want another dead thing in my house?

Is that my dress?

Oh! Yeah. Sorry.

Looked better on me.

Absolutely.

(quirky music)

If only I'd killed him.

Sure, I'd've been out of prison 30 years ago.

(laughing)

Come here.

Earth.

But you must have loved him.

I mean, at some point.

Love? Would you cop onto yourself, girl.

(chuckles) I made a silk purse

out of a sow's ear.

(laughing)

Well...

Suze is in love!

- I'm not. - Yep. Her mom told me!

The love of her life, he lives in Gal-Galway.

And guess where we're going?

Galway! (laughing)

Oh, Suze, you have to go see him.

You have to go. You have to see him.

(clears throat)

You're so closed!

Why don't you talk? Go on!

'Cause she doesn't have to tell us anything.

Well, I'll tell you he's very handsome.

I saw him on a mug.

Actually, Canada here has some news. Don't you?

- I do? - Yeah!

She had an abortion today.

Woo-hoo!

Well...

I'll drink to that.

(snorting)

- Well! Sláinte! - Sláinte!

- Sláinte. - Sláinte!

Sláinte! L'chaim!

(laughing)

My fiance F-ed me once in three years

and all I got was this lousy abortion.

(laughing)

(laughing hysterically)

(sighs)

(sighs)

I just can't be anybody's mother right now.

You know?

Shh, shh, shh.

(shushing continues)

No, you can't have any whiskey, Padraig!

(laughing)

'Cause it's all for me.

(laughing) Cathy, put on a record.

I want to dance!

(60s pop-rock playing)

♪ Now here's a dance you should know ♪

♪ Hey! Yeah, baby ♪

♪ When the lights are down low ♪

♪ Hey! Grab your baby ♪

♪ Then go, hey! ♪

♪ And do the Hucklebuck ♪

♪ Hey! Do the Hucklebuck ♪

♪ Hey! If you don't know how to do it ♪

♪ Then you're out of luck ♪

♪ Hey! Shove your baby in ♪

Go, baby!

There's no baby!

♪ Wiggle like a snake, waddle like a duck ♪

♪ That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck ♪

♪ And now here... ♪

(slurring): I don't have to be anything for anybody.

(gasps)

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, it's Irish ritual.

- Is it? - Mm-hmm.

Right. Lunatic.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

(grunts)

- Okay. - Okay.

M'kay.

Hmm?

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm. Hmm.

I don't have to be anything for anybody.

Suze! Suze!

Yay!

- The fuck are you doing? - Yay!

That thing must be worth ten grand!

Twenty.

I wanna dance! I'm free!

- Okay, okay. Okay. - I'm free!

Yep. Va-va-va. Let's get you into bed

before you do any more damage.

- Okay. I mean-- - Okay.

F Steve, you know?

He promised he'd pull out.

He promised. He promised me.

- I know. - I mean, what a piece

of S-H-I-T.

You know? Like, my Mom just died.

Of a cancer!

- I know. - I mean, like I want

an F-ing baby!

- Come on. - Have you, um,

have you had any abortions?

One. When I was 19.

Had to go to London, though.

This fucking country.

I'm so happy there's no baby.

- Okay. - There's no wedding. No.

- No. - That's too bad about

the seat, though. I'm really sorry.

- All right. - The smell of puke never lifts.

- Good night. - 'Night.

It's so nice to have a big sister.

Oh, you're so wise.

And you're so much older than me.

(Suze scoffs) So old.

Right. Good night.

No! Tell me something about our dad.

No!

- Please! - Don't know what to tell ya.

I can't remember anything.

(sighs)

Well...

he used to take me out on Saturday mornings.

And I'd get these...

little pencils.

Then he'd put me up on the counter

and I'd watch the big telly;

the horses getting ready for their race.

And there'd be smelly men and newspapers

and I didn't care...

'cause I had all my little pencils.

(chuckles softly)

No other kid at school ever had them.

I thought I was so special.

(snoring)

(scoffs)

Right. My only memory:

getting some shitty free pencils from the bookies.

Well, thanks.

Now...

Okay, come on, don't puke. Oh. Ai.

So, go on.

Who's the handsome man in Galway?

Oh, Jesus. Don't you start.

We just...

We just wanted different things.

(scoffs)

You mean, he wanted things his way

and was waiting for you to want them his way, too?

Something like that. (laughing)

The lesson that took me the longest to learn.

Well, you can't keep going to the hardware store...

if it's oranges you're after.

Trouble with young people is you...

when you don't understand, everything passes.

- (chuckles) - I'm not that young.

Oh, you are.

You are.

(laughing)

(soft music)

(Suze sighs)

(birds chirping)

(rooster crowing)

(soft music)

(distant banging)

All right. That should get you to Galway.

But she'll need a service.

Whoa!

Sorry about that.

The smell of puke never lifts.

Ah-ha, vinegar, salt and sparkling water.

(chuckling)

All right. Come on.

(engine starting)

- Haha! Woo! - You fucking legend!

Yep.

Dymphna?

Dymphna?

(gasps) Sorry.

These nice men are here to take Padraig away.

No!

No!

No!

It's time.

(sobbing)

Look at me. You can do this.

It's just one foot in front of the other.

(crying softly)

Ugh.

(thudding)

Oh, for F's sake. Watch where you're going!

(crying)

Well...

Thank you. For last night.

Did you hang my dress back in the wardrobe?

Yes, I did, and I'll send you a little something

- for the dry-cleaning. - Mm-hmm.

So... Look what I found.

- (gasps) - Oh, my God!

Thank you so much.

(speaks in Gaelic)

(engine starting)

Bye!

Thank you!

Bye!

Oh, F! I forgot the f-ing diapers.

Just say fuck, or say nothing at all.

Well...

my mom always said swearing was unladylike.

Yeah?

Your mum's dead.

(laughing)

I don't... I...

I don't know why I'm laughing! (laughing)

It's really not funny.

She is dead.

Here. I'll get you some more nappies.

- Oh. - Uh...

expenses are on you.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Duh.

Here you go.

- We can hold hands later. - Oh, F off.

Here, make yourself useful, check the maps.

Just... just make sure we're on the right road.

Okay.

(door closes)

(chuckles)

Ah, Susan, happy birthday, me baby girl.

I bet you're still beautiful.

Listen, I need... I need to-to speak with you, right?

I have to-- I want to make amends.

And so I'd love to talk to you. Would... Please, would you mind

calling me back? It's-- (phone beeps)

(tense music)

(children): Ice cream! Ice cream!

Please, can we have ice cream?!

Ice cream. Please! Ice cream!

There's no fucking ice cream,

you fucking stupid, little shits!

♪ I saw Jesus on the cross ♪

♪ On a hill called Calvary ♪

♪ Do you hate mankind for what they done to you ♪

♪ He said talk of love not hate ♪

♪ Things to do, it's getting late ♪

♪ I've so little time and I'm only passing through ♪

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