All language subtitles for rosie_molloy_gives_up_everything_s01e05

The following program contains strong
language and scenes of drug use.

Bye, Mom.

Oh, Rosie, love, they're in the garden.

Am I forgiven for throwing gin at your
head?

Depends. On what?

On whether you buy me a thingy. What
kind of thingy? A really, really big

thingy. I'll get another credit card.

Get two, to be safe.

Hugsies.

Don't worry, it's just a bump.

At least it was decent gin.

Are we ready for the first sighting of
the celebration porch?

Happy first question was birthday to
you.

Happy first question was birthday to
you.

Happy first question was birthday, dear
Connor.

Well,

that was incredibly weird.

Celebration pork.

Connell's favourite.

So, like, do we save him a piece of pork
and take it to the graveyard?

Don't be stupid, Nico. It needs
garnishing.

Oh, good.

Your ma's doing celebration pork. I hate
celebration pork. Every birthday.

We all do.

My favorite is chicken a la chicken.

What a chicken juice.

You know what my favorite is?

Um, Guinness a la Guinness?

Would you look at that? My wee girl's a
psyche.

I'll get us another.

No, Rosie.

You're my favorite.

Because you're the one who's most like
me, and I'm brilliant.

Because I was born with a full set of
adult teeth.

Just like your brother, Kevin. God rest
his soul.

Oh, Dad, I know I'm your favourite
because I'm the only one who believes

about being born with a full set of
adult teeth. And a beard.

And Joey never believes me. And it's
ironic, really, because Joey's actually

mine.

Actually yours.

As opposed to... Well, you know... As
opposed to you and me.

We drink together.

We chew stuff.

With her adult teeth.

Um, I'll get another pint.

I'm just glad I could be here for it.

Rosie, you're only here because you ran
away from rehab.

And then went on a massive drug binge.

And I think we can all admit it was
totally worth it for Mum's beautiful

celebration pool.

You can't be trusted, Rosie.

It's just lie after lie after lie.

After lie.

I already made that clear, Mother. I
thought we were starting a song.

Look, I think you need to tell us
exactly what happened.

We want to know what you're hiding so we
can help you.

About what exactly?

Everybody's hiding something, aren't
they?

Ruby.

Well, why aren't you in rehab?

Wait, Rosie, none of this is what it
seems like.

Rosie, you need to be honest with us.
You could get really sick. I don't need

do anything unless... Maybe you lot
should start being a bit more honest,

OK, OK, you got me.

I had a threesome with one of the McGann
brothers. Don't ask me which. They all

look the same from behind.

Truth is...

I know something about every single one
of you.

Sorry. Sometimes I pretend to have
asthma for attention.

I keep my mouth shut.

And if I were to reveal your little
confessions, then you aren't going to

it. That's an empty threat.

It ain't got anything on me.

I've no wedding.

I know that one. Keep it small.

Look, I can help.

Financially. I've got a bit stashed
away. I have no dependents.

And I can get free Netflix if I keep
sleeping with people with a password.

I mean, that's really kind. Thank you.
And stop doing the Netflix thing.

But, um... Look, I know I'm in a bit of
debt at the minute.

How much do you owe now?

50 grand.

Whoa.

So... I've seen your internet search
history.

And? And you're really boring. Why do
you like baby owls so much?

Oh, they are so cute.

Your love is like a breath of fresh
vomit to me.

Go on, then. What have you got on, say,
Mum?

I'm going to have a wee peek to see how
the celebration sponge cake is rising.

Celebration sponge, celebration sponge,
celebration sponge.

Thank God my family hate me.

Dad, we need to talk about what you
said.

I'm really sleepy.

Dad, this is serious.

I wish people understood. Nothing is
serious.

When you said that Joey wasn't
actually... Them little pills.

What do they do?

Help me forget.

And how did they do that?

I can't remember.

I'll just leave this here to admire
before I add my flourish.

I had Easter chicks left over.

Don't eat them, whatever you do. Just
suck their little feet.

Mum, we need to talk about Rosie leaving
rehab.

No!

That's all I had.

That's all you had?

Well, yeah.

Other than this.

Just be more honest with us.

Oh, oh, wait.

She's just like her da.

The two of them always deflecting to get
themselves out of trouble.

Well, I used to wake him right up with a
good grab of the crotch. Oh, of course.

No, you hypocrites.

I mean, I'm a really honest liar. And at
least people get to see a nice little

dance. You lot, you just keep it all
hidden.

We don't have secret.

I can tell by the guilty looks on your
faces. You have all participated in

devilment. What is a joy? You can tell
me, love.

Drug smuggling, sex trafficking, gang
warfare.

Yeah, yeah, it's actually all three.
That's why I like El Chapo himself.

Ruby and I live in a two -up, two -down
opposite chicken cottage.

Your Majesty.

Nico, when will it be time to air your
dirty laundry?

Oh, please, no. Imagine the stain. We
all know Nico's secrets, don't we?

Chucked on the street, all gay and
nowhere to go. Lies!

He left home of his own accord because
his dad wouldn't listen to his nightly

Anne Sexton poetry recitals.

He lived here for months. You gave him
my bedroom.

And he's bi, not gay.

Well, that's why we couldn't share a
room. What if there had been

Ew. Ew.

I said it first.

He kept it lovely.

Vacuumed every day it was.

He didn't let anyone know his real
secret.

Okay. Except for maybe in the height
category of his medical records.

I am six foot. You're 5 '11". Stop with
the ocean of lies, you vain twat. And

what about you, Ruby?

It'd be nice to get to know a little
more about your inner thingamajigs.

Told you, we don't have any secrets.

Oh, this is so frustrating.

How do you think we feel with you?

Come on, Rosie, use your words.

Yeah, I... Not words, but a good effort.

Stop deflecting, Rosie.

Come on.

We love you.

Why didn't you just go into the rehab
clinic?

You'd been so set on it.

Oh, fine.

Fine.

It was at the front door.

And you can sort of see the lounge,
but... And what? No bath?

Joey, would you try?

And there were just a bunch of people
there. No make -up on or anything.

But they were, like, having a laugh.

And I just thought...

Wow, they look happy.

They look almost healthy.

Like I'd like to be.

They look, you know, good.

And, uh, I just... I just don't think I
deserve to be that happy.

I never have, and I don't think I ever
will.

Oh, fuck off!

Fuck off!

I nearly bought it, love, but you over
-egged the pudding.

Oh, that reminds me.

I have to egg the celebration pork.

Okay, fine.

Fine. I just don't think I'm there yet.
I just didn't want to.

Just talk us through what you had that
night.

You binge. Your massive binge.

Your massive, hairy binge.

Okay, fine.

So with Ken and Hat, I had weed, beer,
some shrooms, I think. Oh, and some

pills. Oh, and meth. Meth is wonderful.

Bloody hell.

This is like Alice in Wonderland.

Wait, who are Ken and Hat?

Caterpillars. They live in a VW camper
in the woods. This is such a beautiful

fairy tale.

Then with the lads, weed.

Vodka, warfarin.

Warfarin, the blood thinner.

Yeah. Their grandma told them it gets
the drugs into your system faster.

Well, as long as Gammy says.

They're nothing with the Uber driver.

Really? Because they do tend to have the
best heroin.

Not sure I did heroin.

I definitely did loads of tramadol at
one point. The opiate tramadol.

As in, you know, heroin.

Yeah.

I've been taking a lot of those
recently.

Sometimes for hangovers, but mainly
because they make my toes feel all

Exactly what Janice Joplin used to say.

Then with Nico, I did some amphetamine,
MGMA, some coke and some gin.

Hence my gin bump. Look.

But this is about you. Carry on.

I mean, that's a ludicrous amount of
substances to put in your body.

Ludicrous, like I thought.

Why didn't you just stop when you had
enough?

Ha! Enough!

Oh, you don't get it. What exactly is
enough? Well, if it's in any way useful,

would say that what you described just
there, that would count as enough.

Enough to kill a baby elephant.

Oh, they're easy to kill. Thank you.

And maybe I'm more rock and roll than a
baby elephant.

It depends, African or Indian.

Oh, let's not get racist now in front of
Ruby.

Ah, thanks for your support, Wyn. Look,
Rosie, I think you might be very poorly.

Don't be daft. Everybody does it. I
don't. No, never.

Only with you and them six for days
afterwards.

I talked a doobie spliff in real once.

and had to stick me head out the bus
window all the way home. OK, maybe not

lot, but other people. Other people do.

The only person I can think of like that
was your father.

So, who's my dad, then?

Oh, you're very drunk.

Come on, let's get you home. We'll go by
the chippy.

Oh, no, what about Mum's celebration
for?

I've forgotten all about that.

We'll just get the half portion of
chips.

Come on.

I often think...

I should have done more.

You know, with his little problems.

His half -bag of chips that I could
smell on his breath at night.

He was a cholesterol time bomb. You're a
great wife, Wynne. And a brilliant mum.

At least you made Joey.

I can do my little dance again if anyone
wants to feel more uncomfortable.

Hey, you're ace, Rosie.

But you're just having a bit of a time
of it. And that's nobody's fault,

especially not your mum's.

Wynne, I'll tell you my secret.

Once, when my mum was sick... Your mum
was sick?

Yes, Wynne, she's an alcoholic. I have
mentioned that I'm a child of an addict.

First I've heard of it. You should
mention that more.

Well, once when my mum was sick...

I had to make my own food.

Ball sacks. Ruby cheated.

What? Don't be ridiculous.

Ruby just got married.

There's nobody listening to me. I
personally drifted out when I started

trainers. Ruby is having a bloody
affair.

With a really, really hot man.

Although I don't remember how hot he
was.

I was on drugs and everybody looked hot.

Ruby, my judgement spectacle.

Rosie. I caught her. I caught you.

Is this true?

Joey, you can live here. I'll go and run
you a bath so you can share with Nico.

Ew. Ew. I said it first.

And he was naked. So there you go.

Everyone picking on me for being
dishonest and manipulative.

Well, who's let the cat out the cradle
bag now, eh?

That's not a thing, love.

Who's the fox in the hellhole with a
cigar, eh?

No.

She's a philandering whore.

Judgment spec's coming off now. I can't
judge a philandering whore. It's my

favourite type of bubble tea.

I'm not having an affair.

Look, our marriage is rock solid.

I only love Joey.

No, no.

So who was the guy in your bed when I
came over?

Rosie, that was me.

Now, don't be angry.

God, why are you in rehab?

Because I know the meaning of life, and
if you'd just let me explain it to you,

I'll write it down. Get a pen.

Are you on something, Rosie?

Life.

Are you writing all this down? Yeah,
yeah, I'm writing it down, but it's

to take me a while because it's complex,
right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right.

Look, Rosie, none of this is what it
seems like.

Uber, home. Oh, bye, Joey.

These aren't even prescription.

Rosie Malloy, that is the work of the
devil.

You could have ruined their marriage.

I just wanted to prove that we've all
got secrets and I'm no different from

lot. Well, you are.

And what would your daddy say? God rest
his soul.

Your father and me, we never had a
secret in near 40 years.

Really? Really.

Well, what about you, Joey?

No money problems, Joey?

Uh, yeah, the money problems you
included in your best person speech at

wedding. It's hardly secret anymore.

Oh!

That's what I did. I've been asking for
weeks.

I thought I'd done something really bad.

You did.

Rosie, I think you might need to get
checked out.

If you're not going to rehab, at least
go see a shrink.

She's the child of an addict, so she
knows these things.

Yes, Wyn.

Oh! Why don't we watch the celebration
video?

Oh, God.

Yes, the celebration video.

What? Oh, no, actually, that is really
cute.

All right, yeah, go on, then. It's
already set up. Go on.

Oh, Joey, look at you.

Oh, cute.

Is that Kevin?

Yeah, that was my Kevin.

And there's my Connell.

And our Rosie.

Oh, look at her.

Oh, happy dude.

Oh, so cute.

Nice, you today.

Oh,

some things never change.

She learned to love it. Were you all
just leathered like when you were kids?

Mum, I'll come help you with the pork.
Yeah, it should be rented enough by now.

You said you had something on all

of us when you were being highfalutin
earlier.

I wasn't being highfalutin.

I couldn't falute right now, highly
otherwise.

I can't remember the last time I had a
good falute.

Dad told me something once.

It runs in the family, Rosie.

Your problems.

You were very close to your father.

It's been tough on you, his passing.

In the pub once, on his birthday, he
said... You were his favourite soul.

I think what you're going through.

I think if we'd had the fancy drugs and
all that back in our day, I'd like to

think he'd have been the same.

You'd like to think that?

That he'd have been a massive drug
addict?

Well, he had his pub.

And he had his shed whiskey.

And his underwear drawer whiskey.

And his Ford Anglia whiskey.

And he had his pornography.

And he liked to make things up too.

But you said, you said I wasn't yours.

So who's that man?

Rosie.

Rosie.

What is this?

From the day you were born, you always
have been and always will be mine.

From the day I was born?

From that moment.

Maybe not before.

Just forget about it.

You, tell me honestly.

What do you think of your mother's
celebration pork?

Tastes like tramp dicks, Dad.

That's my girl.

Now that can be our secret.

He told me. He told me I'm not his.

Rosie, your dad was a drinker and a
romancer. They make things up.

You know what I mean?

Oh, yeah, I do.

Did you know that I was on drugs?

Hopping aspirin and a better cold
doesn't count, Mum.

No. After Kevin died, I did some... What
would you call it?

Loopy feck and shite. And I put me on
the drugs.

I shoplifted.

I drove drunk.

I thought about killing us all so we
wouldn't have to cry anymore.

I wanted to run away.

Do good deeds in Bangladesh or
somewhere.

A different geography.

I didn't want to be me anymore.

Me with the dead child and everyone
looking.

I stood on a bridge on my own at 3am a
few times.

I had sex with a few people.

Though no one important.

No one whose names I remember.

I poked myself with knitting needles a
fair bit.

I stopped brushing my teeth.

But how did you get better like you are
now?

I'm not better, Rosie.

You don't get better.

You come home and you make celebration
pork and that's life.

That really is it.

And when Dad said I wasn't his, you
know, he was a great man. But he

was troubled.

And I've never been perfect.

When you think of it, if you're not his,
whose are you?

You're the biggest saddest addict I know
and the second biggest

Thank you

You know

This really is fucking disgusting
though, isn't it?

I wonder why Connor loved it so much.

And I don't mind.

Goodbye.