All language subtitles for Harry Wild 2-2

It's not my imagination.
Someone is watching me.

I thought I'd made it stop.

The sooner, the better
I leave this place.

Can you come over?

Forget it. I have to go.

- Thanks for the ride, Harry.
- Ah. You're welcome.

Great hunting in the woods
around here.

Me and Sheila are gonna bag
a few pheasants, aren't we, eh?

It's this new thing
I'm trying at the Goose.

Locally sourced.

Glenn, buddy,
do you mean Sheba?

Yeah, Sheba is definitely
not a hunting dog, Glenn.

That's why it's a good thing...

that I brought my shotgun, eh?

Glenn, no, no! Not here.

Church.

Alright.

Let's do this.

Come on, Sheila!

- Sheba. Glenn, Sheba!
- Ugh!

We should be getting
carer's allowance for him.

Tell me about it.

Beautiful woman.

And what does she do
for a living?

She's a writer.

Ah...

So, erm, she went missing
last week?

She was seen in the village
on Friday night

and then, poof!

When I came down, the cottage

looked like it had
just been abandoned.

And you phoned Wicklow police?

Yeah. They keep saying that
she'll probably turn up, but...

They think she's gone
and done something stupid.

Why would they think that?

Please don't read too much
into this,

but Alice's doctor
was treating her for depression.

But she was just
wound up because

she was so desperate
to sell this place.

Why?

This cottage, you see,
it's our Mam's

old family home,
and she moved to Dublin.

Dad died a few years ago,
so when she died last year,

she left me the Dublin house.

I was happy because my office
is near there.

Oh. What do you do?

I'm a conveyancing solicitor.

Anyway, erm,
Mam left Alice this place.

She was just trying to be fair,

but the village
has always creeped us out.

What makes it creepy?

Wicklow Way has
always been... off.

And the last time
I spoke to Alice,

she said that odd things
had started happening.

She was getting
phone calls at all hours,

she felt like
she was being watched.

And then there were
strange things on the porch,

like bloody feathers
and a, a rat's tail...

Jesus!

Sorry, why would somebody
be trying to scare her?

I need to show you something.

Alice was writing
a book about it.

About the devil?

About devil worship here,
in Wicklow Way.

I was not expecting that.

Me neither.

Fergus,
take lots of photographs.

We're going to need
to go through these later.

Mm-mm.

Harry! Harry!

- Is that Glenn?
- Yeah.

Harry!

- Harry!
- What, Glenn?

A body, in the woods.

A dead one! Come on!

We found it here,
by this stream.

Is it Alice?

Over here!

Here we are.

Are you kidding?

Glenn, ya dope!

Well, it was a body once!

Oh, don't!

We still need the police.

I mean, there shouldn't be
a skeleton lying out like that.

Bloody hell!

I've only gone
and lost the dog!

Sheila!

Petra's gonna kill me!

Sheila!

A skeleton?

Bloody hell, mum.

Those cold cases are a bugger.

I'll get the local lads on it.

Well, it's certainly not Alice.

What is it?

That ring on the finger.

I'm gonna ask
Graham Gray about it.

That man knows his history.

Hooves?

They're the devil's thing,
aren't they?

And Alice was writing a book
about devil worship.

I mean, you're the one who
doesn't believe in coincidence.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Mac Giolla Bháin.

Thank you.

Who was he?

He was doing some survey.

What're you doing here?

Can we talk?

Inside?

As long as Malky isn't here.

Da?

Malky?

This feels strange.

Jeez, nothing's changed.

What do you want to talk about?

I need to see Liberty

and I know to do that, I need
to make amends with Malky.

How can I make it up to him?

Well, you have
to give him some time.

You have to give us
all some time.

I know that!

And still, you're here now.

Point taken.

I'll go.

Can I use the bathroom quickly?

Top of the...

You know where it is.

Oh, shit!

Alright, thanks.

I'll see ya soon?

Okay.

You were right.

Once more for the tape.

I was right, you say?

There's no such thing
as coincidence.

Okay. We're meeting Graham

at some ruins near those woods.

Hi, granny.

Oh.

You've been avoiding me.

- Have not!
- Er, yes, you have.

Because I keep asking
how it's going with your mother.

And I get it, but, when my mum
banned me from seeing you,

I didn't tell you
and we didn't talk,

and did that help us?

No, it did not.

Darling, we're actually
on a case.

Look, I do wanna talk
to you, alright?

I'm just still trying to sort
some stuff out in my head.

Are we actually doing this?

Look, I promise, when I'm ready

you'll be the
first person I ask.

Charming.

- I didn't mean--
- I know you didn't.

And Lola's right.

And I'm here for you, too,
when you want to start talking.

Lola, time to scoot.

Didn't I say?
I'm coming with you.

I barely get to spend any time

with Fergus when the
two of you are on a case.

So, er...

Road-trip.

Nice one!

Dear God.
Well, if you insist on coming,

you can at least get
an education on route.

Mussorgsky, anyone?

Devil worshipping!

And it all started here!

Eh, what kind of mysteries have

you guys been
solving these days?

Go on, Graham.

I know you're bursting
to share what you know.

I am, Harry, I am!

You see, 80 years ago,

several of the
Wicklow Way elders

formed a collective of sorts.

They were led
by Maurice Lehane,

who had fought
in the War of Independence.

The British were gone,

but many viewed
the Catholic Church

as the new oppressors.

What? The Church conservative?

Indeed!

But this group of men,
under Maurice,

thwarted the Church's influence.

Wicklow Way
was very progressive.

Young people had dances,

drinking and gambling
were allowed.

People stopped going to mass.

The men would meet right here

and, after a time,
somebody started a rumour.

They said one night,

the men opened the door,

and the devil was there
to praise their work.

Mm. The actual devil?

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Fergus.

The rumour was started
to discredit the guys.

Exactly!

It was a lie...

and the men weren't fazed,
at first.

Maurice even had a number
of rings commissioned

with the devil's hoof
on the bezel.

There's a book circulating
around these parts.

"Wicklow Way, A History of
Devil Worship and Redemption."

It describes the men
begging for forgiveness.

They do say that when he died,

Maurice had his wife bury him
with his ring.

A one-fingered salute
to the Church.

But he should be
in the village graveyard.

Here.

There he is.

Still buried.

Something's not right.

I mean, look around.
This grave has been disturbed.

Oh, wait...

Oh, Christ, Harry! You can't!

He's been dead 60 years, Graham.

I mean, all we'd be doing
is finding out

if somebody has been
tampering with his grave.

Phone Charlie, Harry.

Oh, you know what
the guards are like, Graham.

You know, paperwork that,
exhumation this.

We'd be waiting forever.

Good God!

We all know where this is going.

Let's just get on with it.

Sweets, cola,
a bit of tomb-raiding.

I've told ya you're
the perfect woman, right?

That sounds like wood.

This coffin is way too close
to the surface, Harry.

It's been opened before.

Look.

Well, my guess is, we won't
be finding Maurice in there.

I-I still don't think
that we should--

Fergus!

- Oh!
- Ugh!

Oh, it's Alice.

Mm. Alice Dowdall.

Graham, take Lola before
her father sees her.

He won't wait for context.

Oh, for God's sake!

Come on.

Bye!

You're welcome.

A missing person
and a missing skeleton ID

all solved in one go.

You know the local officers
think I should caution you.

Oh, Christ on a bike.

That grave had already
been disturbed.

Can you even still investigate
if you're Chief?

Acting. I'm still
in charge of my squad.

Oh.

Well, did you find out anything
about that skeleton?

Is it Maurice Lehane?

The initial examination revealed
it's roughly 60 years old

and died from TB, which fits
with Maurice Lehane's records.

Do they know how Alice died yet?

I talked to crime scene
on the way down.

They said they found
ligature marks on her neck.

Look, Harry,

we've the local doctor
on his way down to identify her.

You've found your
missing person. You can...

You know what,

I'll save my breath.

That would be best, darling.

Excuse me! Are you the doctor?

Sorry, I'm on urgent business.

Identifying the body?

Who are you?

Wild-Reid Detectives.

We were hired by
Alice Dowdall's sister, Leanne.

She was scared,
according to her sister.

Somebody was trying
to intimidate her.

You were her doctor.

You prescribed her medications
for depression.

Had she told you anything
about what was happening?

That's patient confidentiality.

Burying a body
in an existing grave,

that's genius.

But why leave would
you leave a skeleton out

where it could be found?

Maybe it was better hidden,
but animals dragged it out?

No, I mean why would you
take the skeleton out at all?

Whoever killed her
didn't want her sharing

the grave with
a notorious devil worshipper?

This village is giving me
weird vibes, Harry.

It's like "The Valley
of the Squinting Windows."

You read that?

Yeah. Got it from the library.

You took a Brinsley MacNamara

classic out of the library?

It's a shitty council library,
alright?

I've Orwell's
"Keep the Aspidistra Flying"

on hold for next week.

Oh, well, if it's Orwell
you want, take out "1984."

Unless you don't like rats.

- Ugh.
- Come on.

Uh. Two coffees.

A couple of cream buns,

and a slice of your
finest local gossip, please.

We don't gossip around here.

Is it true, then?

You're the private detectives
and they just found

Alice Dowdall's body?

Well, that spread fast,
didn't it?

My husband is the doctor.

Oh, so you know Alice?

Knew her.

Mm.

She wasn't well-liked.

Fancied herself, that one.

Always interfering.

Bit harsh.

We don't like nosy people
around here.

Especially those
who ask questions

but never tell you anything
about themselves.

That was Alice.

And there were rumours...

What kind of rumours?

Well, not that I'd spread any,

but they say she had an eye
for married men.

A harlot, you'd call her.

But I shouldn't speak ill
of the dead.

You, er...
Do you happen to know anything

about this devil worship legend?

We've heard Alice
was interested in it.

No. I wouldn't know
anything about that.

You two.

You were in my cemetery.
Why didn't you alert me?

Alert you?

People come to me
when there is a crisis.

Well, we weren't planning
on breaking any commandments.

We found a dead body.

Appreciate that sounds
a bit mental,

considering
we were in a graveyard.

There are police
traipsing everywhere.

It's outrageous that
I wasn't informed first.

A woman has been murdered.

And we think
you can help us, Father.

Alice's body was found
in the grave

of a man who was
allegedly notorious.

Maurice Lehane.

We do not talk about him!

We're only asking because Alice

was writing a book
about devil worship, so...

And I saw a woman sit upon
a scarlet-coloured beast,

full with names of blasphemy,

having seven heads
and ten horns!

Do not do what they do,

for they do not practice
what they preach.

They tie up heavy,
cumbersome loads

and put them on other
people's shoulders,

while they themselves are
not willing to lift a finger.

You wanna tell me
what that was?

"The Bible," Fergus,
it's a fascinating read.

I'm pretty sure
that he was calling her

the Whore of Babylon.

So, er, I gave him a quote

about the abomination
of priests to mull on.

We'll need to know more
about Alice, Leanne.

Was she seeing somebody?

That's the problem,
I don't know.

I feel so guilty,
but we weren't close.

I loved her, but we were
just our own people,

and her phone is still missing,
so the police

don't know
who she was talking to.

When did she start taking
the tablets for depression?

Only recently, I think.

I didn't think anything of it
when she said

because it runs in our family.

Like our aunts and...

But then she said all
this scary stuff had started

happening, and honestly,
I didn't take it seriously.

Did she have any idea of
who was trying to frighten her?

I know she found
the next-door neighbour creepy.

Mossy Sheridan.

He farms a bit of land
and does odd jobs and stuff,

but I'm sure he's
not actually dangerous.

Well, we'll that
a look at him, but

maybe if she was seeing
somebody in secret,

they wanted to keep it that way.

But why go through
the theatrics of putting her

in the grave of
an old devil worshipper?

What is it?

You'll think I'm nuts.

Oh, if you knew half the things
we've heard and seen.

You can tell us.

I think Alice
stumbled on something.

About the villagers.

I think... I think they
still worship the devil.

Up at the old ruins.

It's all silly nonsense, Fergus.

Oh, I don't know, Harry.

This village is giving me
the heebie jeebies.

There is one way to find out
if the locals are up to no good.

Alright.

Well, this is creepier
than I expected.

It was your idea.

Maybe the devil will appear.

Ha-ha, very funny.
I'm not rising to you, Harry.

Is that chanting?

What the hell?

Bugger this.

Harry! Bloody hell.

Shit. I don't mean that.

There is no hell.
No devil, no hell.

You do not belong here. Leave.

Leave! Leave!

Leave! Leave! Leave! Leave!

Okay, Harry, maybe we should go?

My arse.

Does Father Lucas
know about you lot? Hm?

The church does still
ex-communicate, doesn't it?

Fergus, let's call him.

Don't do that!

It's not what you think.

We're all good Catholics.

No, really!

We run the village tourist board

and we got together and thought
we could tap into the myth

to try and attract
some holiday makers.

We're planning re-enactments,

we're making the village
a spooky destination.

Did Alice know
what you were doing?

Of course she bloody did.

She'd been asking Mossy here
what we were up to,

and she told him
that she would be writing

a book that would
tell the truth.

That our devil worship legend
was started on a lie.

So typical of her
to cause problems.

Hmm.

Could one of them
have killed her

because she was going to
mess up their tourism plans?

It can't be that inane, Fergus.

I mean, I can understand
them being upset,

but something else
is at play here.

Little villages like this,

I mean, they're always bursting
at the seams with secrets.

Like "Valley of
the Squinting Windows."

Exactly.

What is it?
"Maurice Lehane."

Hmm.

"Purgation."

What the hell
does that even mean?

What are you up to, ma?

Council Housing
Department, how can I help?

Ahem.
Is Mr. Mac Giolla Bháin there?

He's out at the moment.

Can I take a message?

You have that look.

You're young and tech savvy.

How do I find
somebody's parents

if I can't apply
for their birth certificate?

Do you know their age
and where they were born?

Mm, rough guess at age,

pretty certain I know
where they were born.

Then there's nothing
tech savvy about it.

Baptism book
in the local church.

Ah, of course!

Didn't I train you well!

Hello?

Hello!

You're Alice's neighbour Mossy,
aren't you?

Do you work here?

Sometimes.

Did you know Alice well?

Okay. That was odd.

So, he digs graves, Harry.

Are we gonna ask that mad priest
for the baptism book, Harry?

Because I don't think
he likes us.

Where would they keep it?

Maybe we could find it.

- Find what?
- Jesus Christ!

Uh, we're looking
for the baptism record book.

We, erm, we think
that one of Fergus relatives

might be there.

Um...

It, it would help us a lot

if you could just get,

get us that book.

This way.

I was a bit worried
that fella was gonna

lead us into
a dungeon or something.

Ah, Lucas Bartholomew Brady.

What, the priest?

Mother, Deirdre Brady.

No father.

Damn it.

Illegitimate.

Just like in my book!

And you know that ended
in a murder, Harry.

Wasn't there a family tree?

What?

The photos you took
in Alice's study.

Uh, show them to me.

Yes! Ah-ha!

There he is, Maurice Lehane.

Now it's all falling into place.

No children.

Okay. What does that mean?

The headstone said,
"Beloved husband and father."

His wife must have been...

pretty generous.

Look, you're gonna have to
fill me in here, Harry. I--

What is going on in my church?

What do you think you're doing?

Thank you.

Now, explain yourselves.

Look!

The scar, his left hand.

That's what I realised, Fergus.
Surgical scarring.

Maurice Lehane had
six fingers as well.

It's hereditary.

You... are Maurice Lehane's son.

Oh, and what do you wish me
to say about that?

You've solved
the mystery of my heritage.

Congratulations.

And what do you plan to do
with this knowledge?

Does my right to privacy
mean nothing?

Father Lucas,

I'm only curious
to see how eager

you are to hide your parentage.

Did you kill Alice
because of it?

She figured it out as well,
didn't she?

I didn't kill anybody.

She came to me,

spouting nonsense about
that stupid little book of hers

and about how she'd expose
how badly Lehane

and his cronies had
been treated by the Church.

I told her that
the definitive history

of that period had been written.

Those men begged forgiveness

to avoid purgation.

Well, there's never
just one side to history.

There is the right side.

"Purgation."

The cleansing of the soul
in purgatory.

"Lucas Bartholomew Brady."

Fergus,
you're just saying words.

No, no. Claus B. Darby.

Lucas B. Brady.

Oh, my God, you're right.

This is an anagram!

You wrote this book!

You wanted people to think

the story of Lehane
had been written.

A man who lost his way,
but received

salvation from the church.

That is what happened!

And he should have begged
forgiveness for my mother, too!

Of course, Alice Dowdall
would have sympathy for him.

She, herself, a sinner.

But I tell you...

I have nothing to seek
forgiveness for.

I have removed the stain
on my family,

and I have done
God's work all my life.

God delivered Alice justice...

but not through my hands!

Let me guess.

You've figured out
that the priest

is the son of the
local devil worshipper,

and Alice was gonna
reveal it in a book.

I'm a bloody copper, mum.

I went through Alice's research.

It says "Beloved father"
on Lehane's grave.

I'm impressed.

And you're late,
but I'm impressed.

So, are you going to
arrest him, then?

Pathology say Alice died
on the night of the 9th.

Father Lucas was at
an ecclesiastical conference

in Armagh for
that entire weekend.

His alibi includes not one
but two bishops.

Hm. Well, the Church
do like to cover up.

This isn't the DaVinci Code!

Well, he could have hired
someone to do it.

He's got a few locals
working for him.

He could have.

But why put her in
Lehane's grave if he wanted

to hide any links
to devil worship?

Hmm.

Now!

- Mossy Sheridan, is it?
- Yeah.

- Do you want to talk to me?
- How are you doing?

What's that about?

Don't know.

Hmm.

Well bloody done
on making the link between

that book and the priest,
by the way.

Yeah, well, I learned
from the master.

Did you notice that he intimated

that Alice
was an adulterer, too.

I mean, look, Fergus,
the village is hardly crawling

with attractive married men.

Surely not.

I think the Doctor's been hiding
something from his wife.

Ah, come on!

- It was so obvious.
- Wait, he killed her?

What?

You and Alice,
you were having an affair.

Is that why
you were prescribing her

all those depression pills?

So that, that the people
would think she was unstable.

The police would, would think
that shed topped herself?

Are you crazy?

Alice asked for
that prescription.

She was worried.

She said her family had
a history of mental illness,

shed started imagining things.

You're not denying you were
having an affair with her?

No!

Did you need to silence her?

Did your wife?

I loved Alice.

I would have done
anything for her.

She didn't feel the same.

To her, it was just a fling.

I wanted to give her the world,

but Alice wanted
her independence.

Did your wife know?

Of course not! I was careful.

There's something
I haven't told the police.

The night Alice disappeared,
she phoned me.

Which is strange because
Alice rarely confided in me.

Even when she came
asking for pills,

she wouldn't open up.

But that night,
she seemed desperate.

She asked
if I could call over.

I couldn't.

Donna was home.

I should have gone to her.

Yes.

You should have.

Wait. What, what is it?

Has something happened?

I-I can't believe it!

Oh, are you alright?

He must have made Alice do it!

Uh, uh. Slow down, Leanne.

Who, who made Alice do what?

She's left him all the land.

What land?

The 100 acres
behind the cottage.

Our mother never
wanted that land farmed

or developed,
it's all public walkways.

But Alice has left it to him.
He'll farm the lot!

To who?

To Mossy bloody Sheridan!

It all fits.

I mean, Charlie is obviously
ahead of us.

It fits and yet,
there's something not right.

I don't know.

Mossy seems pretty creepy to me.

Look.

I guess Charlie's done with him.

We know you're in there!

Mammy liked me to keep
the house nice... for visitors.

I wonder if she's dead
in a rocker upstairs.

We know that the police
questioned you, Mossy...

and we know about Alice's will.

You wanted her land, didn't you?

You convinced her
to leave it to you.

No!

Didn't know Alice had me
in her will

until the Guards said.

That's hard to believe, Mossy.

Alice didn't need
to leave me land.

I was buying it.

Wait, she was selling it to you?

It's a deed of sale.

100K.

Oh, well, that's buttons.
None of this makes sense.

She said I could farm half

if I gave half of it
to the public.

I promised.

I...

liked Alice.

Yes, yes.
Would you send it over?

Thank you.

What did the solicitor say?

He's confirmed that
he wrote up the deeds

for Alice to sell to Mossy
at that price.

He said Alice was
absolutely determined

that Mossy would get that land.
Hence the will.

But it sounds to me
as if she must have been afraid

that something was
going to happen to her.

Well, what's the solicitor
sending through?

Oh.

Alice received
an offer recently.

From a large developer.

Her solicitor believes that
that's why she wanted to sell.

What's going on there?

Village of the Damned Tours?

I can't believe it.

Look at those people!

Oh, no.

There's the doctor's wife.

Uh-oh, she's seen us.

She's on her way.

Oh, Jesus, here we go.

So the devil idea paid off,
I see?

We had an unexpected

publicity boost.

Alice's murder.

People are going crazy
to come down.

At least she was good
for something.

- Jesus! That woman is--
- Dead.

I know.

And I'm glad.

You knew about her
and your husband.

I'll get over it.

Matt is my family.

Sometimes, it's a cross
you have to bear.

God, that is one angry woman.

Alice's offer just came in
from the property developers.

- Wow.
- What?

They offered 1.5 million euros.

And the solicitor says it could
have gone for much more.

Who turns down
that sort of money?

T-this crew specialises
in apartments.

I mean, I guess she really
didn't want it developed.

What?

I'm an idiot, Fergus!

All the parts
were out there for me,

and... and I still
didn't see it.

Come on.

I have a plan.

You said you loved Alice?

Completely.

Then you need to help her now.

We need to have access to
somebody's medical records.

That can be difficult.

100K?

Alice may as well have just
given the land away.

The police realise that, right?

Oh, yes, they do.

I just spoke to
the lead detective.

And they are convinced
that Mossy blackmailed Alice.

Dr. Matt admitted
that Mossy knew

about the affair with Alice.

Mossy must have threatened to
out her unless she sold to him.

But then, of course, he realised

that it would be
much cheaper if she just

left it all to him in her will.

That is horrendous.

That evil man!

At least you know
everything now though, right?

I mean, I just hope the guards
can find some sort of

physical evidence that can help
connect Mossy to Alice's death.

What do you mean?

Aren't they going
to arrest him now?

The detective in charge says
they don't have enough

to prove that he killed her.

Sure, he had no alibi,
and he had a motive...

but that's not
enough without DNA

or at least the murder weapon.

Sorry, Leanne.
Sorry we couldn't help more.

Planting some evidence, are we?

Oh, we know it's you.
You can just take off that mask.

I'll take that.

You set up the puzzle
for us to solve, didn't you,

Leanne?

But you underestimated us.

See, you're the solicitor
that works for the company

that offered to buy
Alice's land.

You told them
you'd bring it in cheaper

than market rate
when you got the job.

In fact, it is the only reason
you got the job,

because your CV
was a bit sketchy.

But Alice refused to sell.

This is nonsense!

I was just desperate
to get justice.

Your boss is already talking.

He wanted land, not to be
connected to a murder.

There was one piece
that really bothered me.

Alice obviously figured out
that you were scaring her.

But I just never
understand why

she thought you might
want to kill her.

But then I realised...

violent episodes
run in your family.

Oh, they sure do!

I mean, you've been in and out
of psychiatric hospitals.

How do you know that?
That's private!

Hey.

Her friends wanted to help her.

Her medical friends.

You knew the only way you could
get that land was by killing her

and framing Mossy
for her murder.

Yeah, you played on
all that devil worship

stuff to get us to look at him,

he was part of the local group,

he worked in the cemetery
and could have dug up Lehane.

You are a very twisted woman.

The mask has really slipped.

Uh, no, no, no.

Alright, let's get you down
the station. Get you processed.

And then you can do
whatever worshipping you like

from a jail cell.

Take her in!

Fell asleep upstairs.

What did I miss?

Dare I ask?

Saw it on one
of them late-night

American shows, Harry.

Fiver in.

Whoever gets to the hottest
chilli and eats it first,

no fuss,

free pints for the night.

Banban the Wise day
not work out then?

Keeping it fresh, Fergus.
Keeping it fresh.

Well, what will you do

if lots of people get
to the hottest chilli?

Ah! Never gonna happen, Harry.

I'll tell you why.

So, for example...

Someone starts
with the mildest one.

Number one, right?

Then, um...

Hang on. Oh...

Hang on.

It's number ten!

Argh!

That's the Pacino!

You better not tell your mum
I stopped in here.

Call the emergency services!

Ambulance?

No. Fire brigade!

Fire! Uh-huh-huh!

I think it's a priest you want.

You're distracted.

Yeah. I gotta, I gotta
sort something for tomorrow.

Mum?

Well, you know I'm here for you,
don't you?

Thanks.

It was a nice surprise
to get your call.

- What do you wanna do--
- You lied to me.

The man you were talking to,
he works for the council.

Our rent lease's in
Malky's name. It has been.

It has been since you left.

Are you trying to take it
from him?

Oh, my God,
is that what you think?

No! Fergus, no.
I would never.

So why lie?

It wasn't a lie,

I just wanted to keep it
a secret until it was sorted.

Till what's sorted?

I'm buying the house.

Yeah, from under Malky.

No, I'm buying the house
for you!

It'll be under Malky's name
until you turn eighteen

but then it's all yours.

It's the least I can do.

I'm here to make things right,
Fergus.

Er, okay.

Yeah?

I mean, that, that, that's good.

I guess.