All language subtitles for Blood.UK.S01E02.1080p.x265-PGW

- Garda Breen? - Cathleen Hogan?
- Could we talk?

Sure, yeah. Come in, I'll
make you a cup of coffee.

Actually, I'd prefer it if
we could go somewhere else.

I just don't want this
to be on any record.

Whatever it is, you're safest
in there, I promise you that much.

HE SCRUBS

It's my dad.

I think he...

..he hurt my Mam.

I think he killed her.

- I think maybe he hit her with one of these stone frogs by the pond.
- Right.

It should've been on the ground
right where Mam was but it's gone.

Maybe he left blood on it.

I tried to look for it.

He had a cut on his hand!

Right.

So, you think your dad did all this
because he had a new girlfriend

and your Mam wasn't dying fast enough?

If you don't believe me,
just say and I'll go.

What do the others say? Hm?

Have you discussed it with them?

I tried telling my brother.

- It sounded batshit.
- Well, it's...

it's a hard thing to hear
about your dad.

I'm sure most people
wouldn't want to believe it.

He's never seen that side of him.

Neither of them have.

SOUND DISTORTS

Once you've seen it, it's always there.

SCREAM ECHOES

He is more than capable.

Look, I can see you're worried.

Let me have a word with my
superiors, see if we can

look into this. I won't put the
wrong word in the wrong ear.

I'm a friend, Cat. Trust me.

When are burying your mam?

Well...

..it's the wake tomorrow.
The funeral's the day after.

Maybe after that we can go for a drink.

INDISTINCT VOICES

SHOUTS

- Barry.
- Cat.

You're early.

I heard about what happened.

That you haven't been well.

The kettle's just boiled.
Do you want any tea?

Sure.

I should have stayed in touch.

I'm sorry I didn't.

It's not like I was ringing
you every other night.

You don't have to... talk about it
if you don't want to.

Do you know what, there's
enough misery in the world.

Do you want to do something fun?

Fun sounds good.

You're very quiet.
Is everything all right?

Why did you tell Cat you were
at the surgery when Mary died?

Oh, Sarah, come on.

If you knew what she was like!

That's why I told her.

Just as well telling her
one thing over another.

Everything would have been fine
if she hadn't spotted your cardigan.

So, where were you actually,
if you had to hide it from her?

Nowhere important. I mean, how the hell
was I to know she was going to show up?

Anyway, everything's OK.

I'm just sorry I didn't warn you.

Now, I've a question.

Go on.

What do you think of Portugal?

- Portugal?
- Mm, you know, Porto, Lisbon, the Algarve...

- SHE LAUGHS
- What, so are we going on holiday?

No.

We're leaving.

That was the plan, wasn't it?

SHE SIGHS

What's wrong?

Jim, your wife has just died.

I hadn't forgotten.

So, you don't think
this is all a bit of a rush?

Well, look, you said you wanted to go.

Didn't think you'd meant right now!

I thought we'd years to think about it.

- What's to think about?
- I have a child, Jim!

I still have my stupid bloody husband.

I can't just drop everything.

You shouldn't be smoking in here.

How would we even pay for all this?

I'm selling the house.

- You're selling the house?
- Yeah.

Do your kids know that?

Has my daughter
managed to scare you off?

Is that what's going on here?

I just think this is all a bit mad,
that's what's going on.

Hold on. I've got something for you.

I had wanted a better moment, but...

- What's this?
- This is what I was doing.

I was buying the ring when Mary passed.

I'd watched Mary dying for years.

I'd watched the marriage die
with her but just knowing...

..that you were there, knowing that
you were going to be there after...

That's what kept me going, you know?

She looked so well that morning.
I really...

I hadn't intended to be
away all day, but...

I bought the ring and I was just...

I don't know, happy
to be away, I suppose.

When I got home, she was gone.

So, you can see...

You can see why I didn't want
to tell Cat or the others.

Oh, my God.

Look, I didn't mean to give
it to you this soon, all right?

I wanted a better moment but I didn't
want you to think I wasn't serious.

- I'm married, Jim!
- I know, Sarah.

It's a gift, I'm not proposing.

So, what have you told Cat?

And what do the other two know? I
don't want any more angry visitors.

Look, Michael and Fiona...

..they think I was with you.

And, as far as I understand,
Cat believes the same.

You told them that?

No, no, no, no. No, they made
an assumption, you know?

Do you want me to correct them,
tell them I was out buying a ring

for you with money I don't have while
their mother was dying at home?

I'd rather you not include me
in all these lies, Jim!

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

I was just trying to keep things simple.

It's all right, it's going to be
fine, look, nobody is going to ask.

But even if they do...

..it's not a lie anyway.

I should get back to work.

No, no, keep it. Keep it.

Think about what you want to do.

Where we're going to go from here.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yes?

Looks like Rita Corcoran hasn't
shown up for her appointment again.

- OK. - Should I call her?
- No, no, no, I'll do that.

I've got a few minutes.

I also want to apologise to you.

I'm sorry if I came
on a bit strong, you know?

Sorry if I upset you.
It was never my intention.

I want you to take it back.

And I want us to take it easy for a bit.

I need some time to think.

All right.

I'll send in the next patient.

Christ! I can't even
get out of this room!

I used to be so good at this.

- Go on, bitch, I'm coming for you.
- At least let me get a better gun.

- No!
- It's not fair!

I'm done. I'm calling it a bloody draw.

Oh, would you get lost? You still
can't handle my A-game realness.

Oh, that's what that was!

I'm so drunk.

Shit! It's dark outside.

Here, look, wait until I finish
this off before you go.

Could I stay?

Oh, but... I don't want to be weird.

- No, no, I'd love you to stay.
- I mean, I can absolutely go.

- Do what you like. - It's just...
- I'd love you to stay.

Why did you stop coming back?

This place...

..brings back...

..bad memories.

I hope not all bad.

No.

Our families used to be so close.

I always wondered what happened.

Dad died and then everything
started to fall apart.

I always wondered if
you knew what happened.

Why?

Cat?

We were here.

That day.

Me and Dad, we came to your house.

I knew you weren't there
so I didn't know where we were.

Dad wouldn't tell me.

He was angry, angrier
than I'd ever seen him.

I thought he was going
break down the door.

But your dad lets him in.

I was starting to worry.
So I went to see...

..what was going on.

Your dad was on the floor.

Mine standing over him,
screaming at him.

I don't know, I...

That night...

..your dad killed himself.

I told Mam what happened but...

..Dad called me a liar.

He said we hadn't even been here,
that I'd just made it all up.

He alienated me from my whole
family and even I believed it,

eventually, that I was wrong
or that I was just a liar.

But I wasn't. I remember now.

I know.

Because he's done it again and
no-one will believe me now because

no-one believed me then and that's why
I wanted to tell you because I...

..was hoping that you would...

..believe me.

What do you mean again?

I think he killed my mam.

Barry.

I thought I'd called. I'm so sorry.

Not at all, Rita. I just wanted to check up
on you to see if you're all right, you know?

You're so kind, Jim.

I don't like to leave the house.

I was burgled, you know.

- I do, yeah.
- They took all my money. And the remote.

I don't know what they would
want with the remote.

Oh...

Now, do you mind if I
listen to your heart?

If you can find one.

Ha! Stop it!

Now...

You're a true saint, Jim.

Not many like you around here now.

You care about people.

Keep your children close, Jim.

Don't end up like me.

SHE HUMS A TUNE

Did I tell you I was
the one who found him?

My dad.

He was in his study.

He'd drunk a bottle
of Irish and hung himself.

Which I thought was odd
because he usually drank scotch.

There's several spare bedrooms
upstairs, you can pick whichever

one you like. I'm going to bed.

Barry?

Jesus Christ! Scared the shit out of me.

Hello. How you doing?

Good boy.

It's OK.

Let's get it you downstairs. Come on.

You're a lovely little
fella, aren't you?

- BREATHLESSLY: Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck...
- You didn't come home.

I was worried about you.

I tried calling but you didn't pick up.

I was asleep.

Barry looks very shook, is he all right?

Did he ask you to come here?

No.

Cat, I've just been with
a patient, you know, Rita.

She's really not very well.

Her mind certainly isn't
what it used to be.

I mean, the kids don't see her any more.

Husband died a while back.
And she's on her own, really.

Look...

This isn't how things are meant
to be between us, Cat.

I could not bear it if your mother's
funeral is the last time

you and I speak.

Now, I know I said some things
to you and I know I've done some

things to hurt you.

I have only ever wanted
to keep you safe, Cat.

How can that possibly be true, Dad?

What... world are you living in?

Will I see you at the wake?

Yeah.

I'll let you get some sleep, then.

I love you, Cat.

PHONE RINGS

Hello. I'm driving.

No!

It's my mother's wake.

INDISTINCT VOICE ON PHONE

OK.

Where do you want to meet?

Did you buy cake?

It's in there with the crisps.

- Michael, are you joking?
- It was all they had.

I don't want people standing
around my mother's body eating

the face off Thomas
the bloody tank engine!

- That's actually Tony the train.
- It's a children's birthday cake!

- Yeah, well, maybe if dad had have put some money towards caterers...
- Stop it.

- And where do you think it all went?
- Where do you think what all went?

Nothing.

Look, the undertakers
are going to be here in an hour,

so I'm going to set up the living
room. No sign of Cat yet.

She'll be here soon.

OK. OK. How do I look? I've put on a
few pounds, I mean...

No, you haven't. You look great.

Thank you, Fiona.
Patricia can't make it.

She sends her love but it's best
appearances tonight, everybody.

Please make sure that Cat
gets the message, all right?

And Michael, don't you have a comb?

Did Cat stay over at Barry's?

I told Cat about Sarah.

- Christ, Michael!
- Look, she'd figured it out.

I just couldn't keep lying. We should
have told her in the first place.

How does she always manage to
make you feel so sorry for her?

We were calling her crazy
when we knew she was right!

Will you keep your voice down?

Dad already knows, I already told him.

Look, he was going to find out!
Anyway, Cat's fine with it.

It's not going to be a problem. What?

I'm just trying to keep
the peace here, Fiona.

I'm sorry if that's an issue.

Cat's out for blood, Michael. She's
going to use this to attack Dad.

Yeah, well, maybe she has a right.

Look, he's not a saint, Fiona,
and you take his side

every, single time.

Will you just take them
into the living room?

Hey, thanks for coming.

Look, I'm going to take a whole
tonne of shite for being late

to my mam's wake, so, if you don't mind.

Jim wasn't with me...

The day your mam died.
He said that's what you thought.

Where was he?

He told me he went to buy a ring.

Like a promise ring. But I don't know.

It felt funny. Why would he have all
these lies just for that?

So, I went to the shop.

I know it sounds mad
but I wanted to be sure.

And, apparently, he did buy a ring.

That ring.

Just not on the Friday
when you're mam died, like he said.

On the Saturday.

So, he's lying to me,
too, about where he was.

- Why would you do that if...
- If he didn't have to.

Yeah.

I don't know.
Maybe there's another other woman.

I just can't help but worry he's
made me his alibi for something.

I thought you should know because,
well, you're clearly worried

about him, too.

I should go.

Good luck with your wake.

Sorry.

Come on, why don't we go
finish up in the kitchen?

Oh, for Christ's sake,
Michael, will you calm down?

Dad, it's upsetting him.

I'm not going to have him
in a different room from the rest

of us while the wake is going on.
He can just man up for his mother.

She looks lovely, doesn't she?

Dad was worried about you last night.

You'd disappeared.

Well, he found me.

Look, no histrionics tonight, all right?

Let's just... mourn.

That's a bit poetic for Dad.
Did he tell you to say that?

Will you put these in the pot and
then move it to the hob?

PAN SIZZLES

Don't worry, Fiona, I'll behave.

SH GASPS

You all right?

You should be more careful.

- Would you like a glass, Cat?
- No, you're grand, Kieron.

If you'd all please join me
around Mary's coffin.

- How's your hand?
- Fine.

- Who's he? He's new.
- He's just the window cleaner.

Window cleaners come to wakes?

HUSHED CHATTER

WHISPERS: Dad moved one of
those frog things yesterday.

- What?
- At the pond, he was cleaning and he moved a frog like he was...

..he was trying to cover a gap.

Are you saying
you don't trust him either?

I'm saying let's all move a frog.

In the name of the Father, Son
and the Holy Spirit, amen.

All right?

I scrubbed that up, you know,
I thought it would look a bit morbid

with all these people coming.

Haven't seen your brother, have you?

It's just he was supposed to be
looking after your cousin, Kieron.

Uncle Paddy said he just found him
pissing on the drive.

Apparently, he's been on the wine.

No.

Don't stay out too long, Cat.

- No, stop, stop. - What?
- My mam's body is literally downstairs.

She's not looking.

No, no. My dad doesn't know.

- You said you were out.
- I am, just not to my dad.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Just let me get you off.

HE PANTS

Come on.

You'll feel better.

A good memory for a bad day.

OK, OK, just do it quick.

- Jesus!
- Whoa!

Just looking for the toilet.

Sure, be my guest.

Shit!

- WICKO LAUGHS
- It's not funny, Wicko!

- What if he says something?
- Who cares? - I do.

It's the last Rosary.

You're a grown man.

And a massive fucking gay.

Sh!

Own it.

Your fly's undone, by the way.

Piss off!

The stew is wonderful. Thank you, Fiona.

It was Mam's recipe.

How is your hand, Cat?

It's fine.

So, why aren't you eating?

Some really good people there
tonight. Some very good people.

I mean, I wish you'd come
and spoken to them.

They were all asking for you.

Fine.

Wonderful stew, Fiona. Thank you.

I think I'll go to bed.

Actually, Dad, there's something I
wanted to talk about with everyone here.

I'm sure it can wait until the morning.

So, I talk to Sarah and she said you
weren't with her the day that Mam died.

- She doesn't know where you were.
- Jesus, help us, not again.

She told me about some promise ring
that you were busy buying her but,

- apparently, that's not true, either.
- Christ, what ring?

So, he wasn't at the surgery, he wasn't
making house calls and he wasn't with Sarah.

You can ask him yourselves.

He left threatening messages
on Mam's phone, he threatened me

in the middle of nowhere
because I was asking questions.

I can't be the only one
here still wondering where the hell

he actually was and why
he keeps lying about it.

And where the hell were you, Cat?

What?

You were never here.

You had absolutely no idea
what was happening to us,

to this family, or what may or may
not have been going on.

You didn't even know
how sick your mother was.

She was out there on that
walker the day she fell.

The one I told her not
to use, who nought her that, hmm?

Are you being serious?

That reminds me, you were
very late that day.

Where were you?

I know what you're doing.

You've told enough tall
tales in your time, Cat.

Don't expect anyone around this table
to take this seriously from you.

You need help, Cat.

Me?

He pays your mortgage.

He pushed the priest to let
your thick fucking kids

into that fancy school.
He lets you live here rent-free.

That's why you're sitting
there saying nothing

because he's bought you.

He's targeted you both with his love
and his generosity so you can't see

EXACTLY what he is.

And what exactly is that, Cat?

Sarah and I have split up.

Largely, I presume,
to the prying of your sister.

I don't know why Sarah told Cat
all these things but probably to get

back at me. But, anyway, we split up.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
But...

..it's only just happened and I'm sorry
that this has got so out of hand.

Where were you, Dad?

You still haven't said.

Really, Michael?

I think your mother
would be appalled by all this.

VOICEMAIL: Hello, you've reached Dez
Breen.

I'm not available at the moment but
if you leave your name and number,

- I will return your call. Please speak slowly.
- Dez, it's Cat Hogan.

Will you give me a call
when you get this, please?

PHONE BUZZES

Jim. Dez Breen here.

Sorry to call late in the day like
this but we need a word.

Give us a call.