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Again.

Again.

Lola.
Come on.

You like it
when you get in there.

If I don't, can we leave?

- No.
- Ugh.

- Isn't this exciting?
- No.

Plus, we don't know
how to dance.

Oh, nonsense.
We've been watching

strictly for years.

Come on,
let's introduce ourselves.

Do we have to?

- Hi.
- Shh.

We're listening.

You drove her away, so.

If I was going out with a lump
like you, I'd run away too.

You pushed him too hard.
You're desperate.

It's pathetic.
- You're the pathetic one.

She's a beautiful,
vibrant, talented woman.

Why would she want to be stuck
with a loser like you?

Class... gather.

What kind of person
fakes his own death?

I mean, I'm sure there's
some sort of ridiculous reason.

Marcello's brain is...

Hold on a sec.
Lola and Orla are here.

What?
Where?

Oh, they're coming
up the steps.

Uh, listen, I've--
I've got to go.

I've got to pick up Liberty.

I thought Liberty
was with your mom.

Can't stop.
Gotta go.

Hi, granny.
Um,

where's Ferg rushing off to?

Liberty.

What are the two
of you doing here?

- Wait till we tell you.
- So.

Mom's making me go to
this stupid dance class.

- It's not stupid.
- Meh. Anyway...

It's run by this ex-ballroom
dancer, Genevieve Le Coeur.

Stage name.
- Guessed.

And she's got these
two ballroom dancers

who work for her,

Natasha Radu
and Anthony Soriano.

And they've vanished.

No note, no nothing.
Just, poof.

Poof? Really?

I think it was
a jealous boyfriend.

Well, why aren't
you telling Charlie all this?

I mean, is there a reason?

He's been in
a foul mood ever since

granddad rose from the dead.

It's worth checking out, right?

There are taster
classes all week.

There's one this evening.

We could go undercover.

Oh, but, you've
already both been there.

Well, yeah.
You could go undercover.

There's no evidence

there even was a crime.

Has anyone even reported them?

Anyway, you know what?
I'm busy.

I'm going to see Harry.

So why don't
the two of you go there

and if you find out anything,
you can let me know.

Advance guard, so to speak.

Hmm.

I've got itchy feet.

Oh, they have a cream for that.

No, it, uh--
It happens every now and again.

I get a yearning
to go traveling.

I see.
How long?

I don't know.
Maybe a year or so.

But I want you to come with me.

First-class the whole way.

I think if God
wanted us to camp...

He wouldn't have invented
five star hotels.

I'll pay for everything.

No, you won't.
Not my style.

Yeah.

It's a lot to think about.

Can you give me some time?

Take all the time you need.

You leave the radio on?

No.

Wait there.

What the bloody hell
are you doing here?

And how did you get in?

♪ I still have my keys

I never gave you a key.

- Ah, key, lock, peak.
- Aha!

Oh, It's you.

Why is the undertaker here?

I'm not an undertaker.

You going out to memorials,
picking up women.

This kind of creepy.

What are you doing
in my house?

Yeah, speak up.
Creepy undertaker.

- Not him, you.
- I'm making dinner.

Unfortunately, it's
just enough for two.

You can't just
break into my house

and use all my things
and just start cooking and...

Oh.

Huh?

Oh, please.

- God help me.
- Anyone can chop a courgette.

You mean zucchini?

In case you haven't
noticed, we're in Ireland.

That is a courgette.
- It's a courgette.

You know what I'm going to do?
This is exactly

what I want to do with
this courgette for you.

Okay, so first of all,
call it zucchini.

Oh, for God's sake.

Harry, help me out here.
Harry?

Harry?
- Get lost.

Get out, okay?
You creepy undertaker.

♪ Libya

I-I told--

Fergus, I may have something.

I'll pick you up in ten.

Harry, I can't dance.

Don't be silly.
Everyone knows how to dance.

That's not even remotely true.

You came.

We've been gathering clues.
Well, mostly names so far.

That's Genevieve in the locker
room with the two young pros,

Kelly Casey and Roman O'Hare.
- Right.

Class, gather.

We're going to learn
the basic foxtrot.

I'm going to put you into
couples, I want you, with you.

You and you.
You and you.

You with you.

You and you and you.

Okay, go.

Chop, chop. Hup!

I'm Roger.

Roger by name, Roger by nature,
I like to say.

Walk forward two steps,
one to the side.

Bring your feet together.

Slow, slow.
Quick, quick.

Um, do you come here often?

Steady on, a bit forward.

Buy a fellow a drink first,
why don't you?

Oh, no.
No, no.

God, no, I just, um--

I'm only teasing.

Just so you know,
I'm a sure thing.

Oh.

Sorry, sorry.

That's-- whoa.

Kelly.
- Wha...?

Woeful. New girl.

You can try with me, okay?

Okay.

You.
You have a lovely frame.

I want you to dance with Ronan.

No offense, Brian.
I know how good you are.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three four.

Are you teaching here?

Should be on
the circuit, surely.

Well, I was planning on it,
but, uh...

I picked up a little injury.

Maybe next season,
but until then,

well, working here,
it does, uh, pay the way.

So.

And then arms up,
chest lifted.

Yeah, you're getting it.

Yeah.

Can I ask you a question about

the dancers who disappeared?

Uh, the others
were talking about them.

Do you think
the boyfriend did something?

Uh, I mean,

he did keep Nat on a tight
leash, but I don't know.

I mean, it could be many things.

It's not easy having
Genevieve's all-seeing eye

on you all the time.

Oh, hey, she can't be
that much of a dragon, can she?

Try being
brought up by her.

- Genevieve's your mother?
- Yeah.

Thought about running
away a few times, believe me.

Try to focus on this, okay?
- Yeah, sorry.

What is it?

Could we have a word?

Can it not wait?
It's been a long day.

Well, we haven't been entirely
honest with you, Genevieve.

We're, um--
we're not new students.

We're private detectives.

Well, if you don't
mind my saying,

you should quit
and take up dance full-time.

- Oh, I'm too old for that.
- Oh, not at all.

We've got categories
from 8 to 80.

We just need to find you
the right partner.

Tempted are you there, Harry?

Uh, we just wanted to get your
thoughts on Anthony and Natasha.

What do you think
happened to them?

Lazy.
The pair of them.

You think
they pulled a sickie?

This is a bit extreme,
isn't it?

These young ones today just--
They don't have the work ethic.

You know,
back in my day,

we'd dance until we
couldn't dance anymore.

Till our feet bled.

And then, do you know
what we'd do?

We'd dance some more.

I thought those
two were different.

I thought they had the fire
in their belly like I did.

We've a big competition
coming up next month, you know.

I thought
they were excited for it.

They weren't ready,
but I could have got them there.

If only they'd put in the time,

and they gave me
their word they would.

Lazy little liars.
What's the point?

What if something
actually happened to them?

Like what,
they've been kidnapped?

No.

I mean, who's gonna kidnap them?

They'll turn up.
You mark my words.

Full of empty
apologies, no doubt.

Not the first time,
and won't be the last.

Will you train
Kelly and Ronan now?

Oh, no.

They're not a patch
on Anthony and Natasha.

No, those two were
my last chance.

We could have won.

Isn't Kelly
your daughter, though?

My natural ability, that one.

I mean, I swear,
if she hadn't come out of me,

I'd be convinced
she wasn't mine.

She was a very
fatbaby, you know.

Absolutely wrecked my pelvis.

And Ronan.

Well, he's never been anywhere
near my pelvis, unfortunately.

But, uh--
No.

His problem isn't physical.
It's psychological.

He hasn't got what it takes
to win, and he knows it.

So he makes up
these fakeinjuries

so he can stay
within the safety of the school.

To be honest, I've had
enough of this whole thing.

Might be time
for me to pack it all in.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Isn't she a bundle
of happiness and joy?

Isn't she just.
What do you think?

Do you think that they run
away because they were work shy?

I don't know,
you remember what she said

about the competition coming up.

Your own Kelly said
they were determined to win.

And Brian said that Anthony's
mother had a birthday coming up,

a big one-- I mean, they
wouldn't run away from that.

But who'd want to harm
a couple of dancers?

The other dancers.

If they were the best,
get rid of the competition.

Maybe.
But to what end?

I mean, it's still
a dance school in Bray.

It's hardly the Bolshoi.

Welcome, fellow travelers.

Uh...
Are we going somewhere?

We are all travelers
on the highway we call life.

How can I help?

We have a special offer
on chakra balls

and it's two for one
on rice cheese.

We're looking into
the disappearance

of Anthony Soriano...

and your girlfriend.

Who's asked you to do that?

Oh, we can't tell you.
Client confidentiality.

Okay, well, I'll tell you
exactly where you need to look.

That bitchwho runs the dance
school and I can't stand her.

Thanks, Jim.

Pak choi.

Wagon.

Total slave driver.

Right, so you think
she might have gone off

to get away from Genevieve?

The only thing
that makes sense.

Hmm.

You talk to the guards?

Is this because you think
she might be having an affair?

No.

Who told you that?
She'd never do that to me.

Never.
- Okay.

When was the last
time you saw her?

I was in London
that night at a conference.

That wasn't
the question we asked.

Seems like you really
want us to know

that you have an alibi,
Mr. Carney.

No, look.

She sent me a text.

- Athens.
- What?

What does that mean?
What, she's gone to Greece?

I don't know.

Mrs. Soriano.

Can we ask you
a few questions about Anthony?

What is this?
Who are you?

What do you want
with my Anthony?

We want to find
him and Natasha.

I want to talk with you,
but I have to get to work.

You come with me, yes?

- Yes.
- Yeah, sure.

My Anthony is a good boy.

I've been sick with worry.

You don't think
he's gone somewhere for a break.

Without telling me?
He never would.

He love to dance.

It's everything to him.

When he was a boy, I work three
jobs to pay for his lessons.

He would never give up.

Have you called the guards?

Can't go to
the guards, can she?

- Not legal.
- Shh.

Well, you don't
have to worry about us.

You haven't heard from him?

He called me every day.

But not for three days, now.

Here, hold.

Oh,
she's very thorough.

Gets in all
the nooks and crannies.

I worry so about my Anthony.

What if he's gone
like the others?

Others?

The dancers before.

Are you saying
that other dancers

from the school disappeared?

Uh-huh.

Right there, Glenn.

My sister-in-law Concepta's
due at any moment.

Petra says she's a real stunner
and smart as anything.

What if I fall in love with her?

I mean, I wouldn't mean to,
of course, but...

what if I can't help myself?

Well, hopefully
she won't fall in love with you.

I can't control
my pheromones, Harry.

Who knows what kind of chemicals
are squirting out of my glands

and what they do to women?

No.
Just no.

All right, Ma.

My son.

Did you know
he was such a mover?

What's this?

We went to
a dance class last night.

Been working a case.

Is everyone a detective now?

I mean, I'm starting
to feel a little bit left out.

They're sort of the clients.

And we found out
something very interesting.

Natasha and Anthony
aren't the first dancers

to go missing from
the Le Coeur dance school.

Genevieve Le Coeur?

Oh, you know her?

Of course.
I'm a huge fan.

I mean, who isn't?

Oh, you should have
seen her in her heyday.

I mean, her and her partner,

they were the king
and queen of the Paso.

What's her real name?

I mean, it's
not Genevieve Le Coeur, is it?

It's Jean.
Jean Casey.

What was her partner's name?

Stephen Clancy, he goes by.

What?
Stephen Clancy.

Not Stephane
de cappuccino or something.

What happened?

How come she's teaching
a dance class in Bray?

Gave it all up for love.

Got married, had kids.
- Oh, how romantic.

Yeah, except hubby ran off
with her best friend.

I mean, by all accounts,
I think she's very bitter.

What happened to that, uh--

Stephen, uh--
thingamajig.

- Clancy?
- Mm.

Oh, he found religion.

Opened a church in Tala.

Mm.

Oh, you're a font
of knowledge.

How useful you are.

Do you happen
to know what happened

to the other dancers
that went missing?

Do you know, I do remember
hearing about this.

I think it was sometime

when she was teaching
last year at the other place.

I don't know, rumor was
they all just packed it in

because Genevieve
was being too hard on them

getting ready for
some big competition.

I mean, they might
have just gone home.

I think they were Russian.
- Yeah.

Ilya Andreeva and Nadia Gakhov.

So, nobody knows for sure
what happened to them?

To lose one pair of dancers
may be regarded as misfortune.

To lose two pairs...

looks like carelessness.

Yeah.

What do you mean,
"The other place"?

Oh, she used to teach
at the Athena Ballroom

before it was closed down.

The message on
your man's phone, not Athens.

Athena.

Right, it autocorrected
and maybe she didn't notice

if she was typing quickly.

- She was in a panic.
- Thanks, Ma.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Glyn.

Concepta.

Actually, it's Glenn, not Glyn.

Pat said you're Welsh,
so it's more likely it's Glyn.

Yeah, but it's not.

You'll get used to it.
I'll have a drink.

I'm parched.

A Tequila Sunrise
now would hit the spot lovely.

Elton John got me onto them.

- The Elton John?
- Yeah.

Used to be one
of his dancers.

Lovely man.

A little bit handsy.

- Isn't he Gay?
- Please.

Doesn't matter when
they want to dip their fingers

in this sugar bowl.

Now, don't you go
getting any ideas.

You try dipping at them,
I snap it off.

Right, you are.

Looks like
it's seen better days.

Harry.

Maybe this isn't
the best idea.

Do you not think
we should call Charlie?

I don't know if there's
anything in there yet.

Ugh.

What's that smell?

Something rotten.

Smells stronger that way.

Yeah.
Come on.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Oh.

Ugh.

It wouldn't hurt
for us to be wrong...

occasionally.

Let me get this straight.

My wife and my daughter
suspected a crime,

and they came to you two
and not the chief superintendent

of An Garda Síochána
who lives in the same house.

Charlie,
do something so petulant.

If they had come to you,
what could you have said?

What could you have done?

And to be fair,
in our defense,

we didn't know
whether or not a crime had

actually been committed.

Well, a crime has
most definitely been committed.

Have you found
a cause of death yet?

Not until we get the PM back.

We noticed extensive
burn marks around their necks.

Looked like they'd
been tortured.

I know there's
no point saying this,

but this is Garda business now.

And I also know
you're not going to take

a blind bit
of notice, so just--

let me know
if you discover anything.

Okay.
- Will do.

Ferg.

Did you think any more
about our conversation?

I've thought of little else.

It's not easy.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh.

What's that?

That's odd.
No note.

Weird, isn't it?

Who sent you those?

Harry B.?
Marcello.

Oh, definitely not the latter.

Marcello's as subtle as a brick.

He would've bought all of
the flowers and the bill, too.

Here, help me.
- Yeah. I'll get it.

Did you notice when we
were at the dance school

that there was
a changing room for the pros?

They had individual lockers.

I mean, Charlie's going to
get there sooner or later,

but I'd really like to see
Anthony and Natasha's first.

There's a class tonight.

Not tonight.
I need to get liberty.

Okay.

Um...

What did you hang back
and talk to Charlie about?

Hang back?

Is it what's been
on your mind lately?

Yeah.
Yeah.

And I promise I'll tell you,

but it's just something I need
to work out on my own first.

Well, you've become
very wise with old age.

I just want you to know that...

I'm here.

However you need me.

Thank you.

Ah!
How's that for timing?

There you are, Harry.

Someone you can take
to the dance class with you.

Dance classes?

Count me in.
I'm a superb dancer.

Oh, yeah.

- Tonight?
- Come on then.

What do you think
of those moves?

Mm-hmm.
Oh.

- How are you?
- Good, can't wait to dance.

You did what?

You invited Harry Wild
to our wedding?

Why would you do that?

Oh, you're in so much trouble.
Bye now.

I like Harry and Ferg.
I thought you did.

What gave you that idea?

Harry is the bane of my life.

Really?

Bane seems a bit much.

Fine, I'll uninvite them.

What are you...
You can't uninvite them.

She's our boss's mother.

Do you have any idea
what level of career suicide

it would be to uninvite them?

Remember,
you said I should tell you

if you start bridezillaing.

What...

Am I bridezillaing?

A little bit.

Deep breath.

There's a private dressing
room just for the dancers.

We need to find a way
to check up the lockers

belonging to
Anthony and Natasha.

Sounds easy enough.

I have a friendly burglar

who can open them up for us.

Oh, don't you worry.
You can leave that to me.

- Oh.
- Harry.

It's time.

To bugger off.

I have to tell you the truth.

Why I faked my death.

Well, don't bother,
because you'll only tell me

a lie or something idiotic.

Wow.

You are going to feel awful
when you find out the truth.

I'm sure I will, but I'm
sure I'll get over it quickly.

Have you seen our son since
you've risen from the dead?

Yes.
Well--

probably, I...
- I--

figured that.

Well, if you'll excuse us,

we have somewhere to be.

Right, right.

Right, right.

It's over there.

Oh, oww!
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

What happened to,
"I'm a superb dancer?"

Well, I may have
exaggerated that a little bit.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

May I cut in?

- No, it's fine.
- No.

Please do.
You can't be any worse.

Sorry, Undertaker.

I was back in Italy.

In a little village
on the coast.

Beautiful and locals
was lovely with me.

They took me in.
They made me feel at home.

Oh, feel free to stop talking.

Then, I found out
that the local couple

was extorting protection money
from the villagers.

I couldn't stand by
and do nothing.

You know
I can't abide a bully.

So I stood up to him.

I faced him down
on the town square.

Just me and him.

I made him feel weak

and look very weak.

He couldn't forgive that.

He sent men to kill me.

I had no other choice
but to fake my death.

What bollocks.

What?

Is this the plot
of the film that Fergus

has been banging on about?

I mean, at least
you put the thought in

to come up with something
I'm unlikely to know,

other than, say, "Casablanca"
or something like that--

Oh, God.

When did you become
such a hard

and untrusting woman?

Remind me.
Well, when did I meet you?

Ah, I...

I need to go to
the toilet.

Don't follow me.

- Are you coming back?
- Yep.

Definitely.

Come, dance with me.

Let's show them
how it's done.

Unh-unh.

We should get out
of here before he realizes

I'm not coming back.

So I found a letter
in Natasha's locker

addressed to her sister
in Bucharest, but never sent.

- Did you take it?
- No. It's evidence.

I took a photo, though.

It's Romanian.
Weirdly enough,

I don't speak Romanian.
- Oh, that's okay, I do.

Why do you speak Romanian?

Well, look,
that's a long story,

which would require some wine

and, you for one,
not being judgy.

Well, I'm never judgy,
but we are getting back to that.

What does it say?

It says a bunch of things
that are like, irrelevant,

but it talks about
the boyfriend.

She says he's suspicious
of her and Anthony

and is going off
to London for a conference.

But Natasha
suspected it was a ruse.

Ruse?

Yeah, she thought Jim

was setting her up

to catch her out with Anthony.

- Now that's interesting.
- Yeah.

Where do you think
you're going, Glyn?

Uh, it's still Glenn.

I'm just popping out
to help Harry and Fergus.

Won't be long.
- I don't think so.

You don't what?

My sister asked me
to keep an eye on you.

I can't very well do
that if you're wandering

off with your friends now.

I told them I'd help.

Fine, I'll help too.

But, what are we doing?

Whatever it is, it'll be
better if we do it my way.

I'm terrific at planning things.

Now, jacket off.

Looking for anything
in particular?

Talking to you is
like talking to a doctor, right?

It's confidential.

No, I just run a shop.

What do you have for libido?

Do you have any, like,
pills that could be crushed up?

Crushed up?

So he doesn't know
he's taking them, silly.

Oh, I'm not sure that's...

Or better still,
do you have, like, um, a juice?

Like a sex juice.
Preferably tasteless.

Is this him?

This the one you were having it
away with in London last week?

What if it was?

Don't be ridiculous.
I've never met you.

Well, that story's full
of holes isn't it, boyo.

She's standing right there.

You couldn't have
failed to have met her.

I told you what I'd do
if I ever got my hands

on this gigolo, didn't I?

Yeah.

Break his fingers
like all the others.

Beat him to a pulp.
Do your worst.

See if I care.

Oh. Yes, of course I've met
her, but only five minutes ago.

I wasn't in London
with her last week.

Oh, yeah?
Can you prove it?

Check the security camera.

I was here every day.
I've never even been to London.

You hear that, Harry?

Every word.
Well done, Glenn.

Right, come on, Cepts.
Our work here is done.

What was the point
of all that?

Oh, easiest way
to check out your alibi.

You should know
that Natasha didn't believe

your whole conference story.

I am in mourning.

Bad acting.

Fine.
Yes.

There was one, but I never went.

I told her I was going.
Then, I followed her instead.

And what happened?

Nothing.
Anthony picked her up.

They went to the studio.
- You followed them?

I watched them
go inside and I waited,

but they never came
back out again.

And after a while,
I went in and I checked.

There was no sign of them.

I assumed they'd
gone home in other ways,

so I went back to Nat's
and waited, she never showed.

And you didn't see anybody
else coming in or going out?

No.

Except...

there was a van parked outside,

and it was gone
when I got back out.

I noticed it because
it had Bible quotes on the side.

Bible quotes?

Yeah, like something about
Jesus dying for our sins.

All that kind of thing.

Bible quotes.

What was it your mother said?

Genevieve's ex-dance partner,
Stephen Clancy,

found religion
and started his own church.

Why would he be killing
Genevieve's dancers?

Genevieve gave up dancing.

He would have had to quit,
and as Paula said,

it wasn't necessarily
his decision.

Maybe he held a grudge.

Charlie.

Charlie, we think
we have a lead.

Can you look
something up for us?

Of course, Mother.

I wait by the phone all day

just to be of service.

That's the spirit.

We need you to look up someone
called Stephen Clancy.

He might run
a church in tower.

Got him.
Ah.

He's not your killer, if
that's what you were thinking.

He's dead.

Took his own life
six years ago.

Survived by a wife,
Jennifer Clancy, née O'Hare,

and a son...

Ronan.
Ronan O'Hare.

Took his mother's maiden name.

And his father's van.

Charlie, we think that
Genevieve Le Coeur is in danger.

You need to send someone
immediately to pick her up.

I'm on it.

Vicky!

Jordan!

Frame, guys.
Remember your frame.

Kelly!

Is Genevieve here?
- No, she's bloody not.

She went off with Ronan
and left me here on my own.

Any idea where they went?
It's urgent.

Search me.

Not as much as
a "by your leave,"

Just out the door.
- How long ago?

An hour ago.

It's Charlie.

Any news?

No one at her house.

Neighbors say she
should be at work.

We're here now.
She left with Ronan an hour ago.

- Willingly?
- Well, I think so.

I mean,
he might have tricked her.

Okay, um,

I'll send a patrol out
looking for the Bible van.

Vicky and Jordan are heading to
Ronan O'Hara's place in Tyler.

We'll let you know
if we hear anything.

What is it?
- The first dancers,

the Russian ones,

they vanished
at the Athena Ballroom.

You know, where we
found the other bodies?

Maybe it's significant.

We can't think
of anywhere else to look.

Smells like petrol.

We should call Charlie.

For once, I agree.

It's over.

Guards are on their way.

Let Genevieve go.

You've got it all wrong.

Now we know who
you really are.

Your real name is Ronan Clancy.

Your father is Stephen Clancy.

When Genevieve quit dancing,

he was forced
to give up as well.

Those around him
thought he was a man of God.

But behind closed doors...

he was a bitter and angry man.

He took his anger out
on his wife and his son.

12 police reports on file.

Then he walked into the sea.

And you blame
Genevieve for that life?

Any time she came close
to any sort of--

of professional glory,

you'd scupper it.

Genevieve thought that
you would leave the dance studio

because you didn't have
the guts to compete.

But it wasn't that,
was it?

You aren't interested
in competing at all.

You just want to punish her.

You've got it wrong.

He doesn't want to punish me.

Smell the petrol.

He wants to burn
this whole place down.

I know, isn't it romantic?

- What?
- What?

I never blamed Genevieve.

My father was an angry man,

that's for sure.

My childhood was
not an easy one.

But that's only because he was
so passionate about dancing.

I never meant to kill Natasha
or Anthony or Ilya and Nadia.

I was trying to help them.

That's all.

There's a signed confession.

It's in my flat.

Until the guards were
to find Ilya and Nadia.

What part of that
is romantic?

Oh.

Who wouldn't want to go out
in a blaze of glory?

This way, I'll be
remembered forever.

Oh.

You should probably go.

Oh.

Ah!
- Harry.

No, Ferg, we don't
even know if it works.

We can't just let
them burn to death.

I don't like it.

I don't like it, Ronan.
I don't like it.

I don't like it.
I changed my mind.

No, Ronan.
I changed my mind.

- No, you can't.
- No, no.

No, please.
Please, no, Ronan!

Let her go, man.

Let her go.
- No!

Aah!

Genevieve!

Oh, no.

It is tradition to hold
a wake for seven days

to honor my Anthony.

And then for nine days after,

I will pray for him
with my rosary

to help shepherd him
to the afterlife.

We're sorry for your loss.

In my country,

we don't believe
that death is an end.

It is the beginning
of the next step.

It is a wonderful thing.

And I know my Anthony
will be dancing.

Hey.

Hey.

What's wrong?

I know about Georgetown.

What?

How?

It doesn't matter.

I know you're not taking
the place because of me.

I know you're going
to regret that decision.

I want--
I want to go to Trinity.

Trinity is a great college.

It is, but it's not
Georgetown, is it?

Come on, Lola,
you have to take it.

No.
No, I don't want to.

I want to stay here with you.

I can't let you do that.

You can't let me?

What are you gonna
do, break up with me?

Oh my God.

You are.

It's for the best.

It should be my choice.

This isn't easy for me, okay.

- Poor you.
- Lola, it's for the best.

Get lost.