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Eoin!

- Eoin! - Yeah?

Bring us in the one-inch chisel, will you?

(Padraig) Try her now.

- (Engine grinds) - No.

One of the leads is broke.

I'll do a temporary job but you'll have to bring it in.

No bother.

What are they doing, I wonder?

None of our business, Eamon.

How can you say that?

Your father had that land and that ruin.

Not any more. Dillon has it now.

What's up with you?

There's bad luck for you.

(Liam) No. Put it to the right.

- (Donal) My right or your right? - Hold on.

Left a bit, Donal. We're getting something.

No, that's no good. Nah, it's gone again. Back to where you were.

- (Donal) Anything now? - Nearly had something there. Go right.

- What's them two galoots at? - Bundesliga.

Not a sausage. Left a bit.

- What's Bundesliga when it's at home? - (Liam) Bit more.

- Football. German football. - (Liam) No, go right a bit.

Live German football.

Go right again. There's something.

"Snotty" or something.

- Have you lost your reason? - (Liam) Go back.

It might fill the pub. It's very popular.

- Who told you that? - Left a bit.

We nearly had something there, Donal.

Oh. No, wait. Go back to where you were.

So your sleep is interrupted, you aren't eating and your stomach is sore?

- Something like that, yeah. - Anything else?

- Like what? - Sudden sweats,

thinking you're having a heart attack?

(Sighs) Now and then, yeah.

Look, like I said,

things are a bit stressed, the business is not doing so well.

Would you like to talk about your drinking?

What about it?

I just need something to calm me down a little, all right?

I do not need people hammering on about my drink problem.

- Did I say that? - As good as.

Padraig, drinking is a symptom.

You should ask yourself, if that's the symptom, what's the problem?

Bye. And one email goes flying off to Canberra.

- Thanks a million for this. - No problem. You can use it any time.

Thanks.

It must be amazing, knowing so many people around the world.

You get to meet a lot but, er, as soon as you get to know them,

- you're off again. - Husband in every port, you mean?

Husbands, no. Struck out there. Not a one.

Right, wait for confirmation.

(Modem dialing)

- Oh, my mum. - Mm.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

I can see where you get your looks from.

- (Knocking) - Ooh. I'll be back in a minute.

- Oh, hi, Tom. - Hello, Emma. I need to see your father.

- He's not here at the moment. - OK. I'll catch him later.

He'll be back any minute. Do you wanna wait? I'm about to make some tea.

No, thanks. If you tell him to see me at the site.

- Sure. - And if you can say to come up soon.

We've found something he needs to see.

Oh. OK.

- Thanks. - Doing a bit of work?

We're draining the ditch up at the long field.

- With a pickaxe and a shovel? - Yeah.

That'|| take you years, man. You should get a digger.

A digger would have it done in half a day.

That's the thing about Eamon, he's still living in the 19505.

You have your work cut out for you.

Yeah. Yeah, but, Kevin, you were supposed to come home for a month.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, but what... what does that mean?

I mean, when will I see...

When will you be back?

Three months, yeah.

No. No, no, no, I understand. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Oh, and, Kevin,

I love you, son.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, it's a Sheela na Gig.

You still haven't told us what a Sheela na Gig is.

Erm, well she's a medieval Christian statue.

A fertility totem, if I remember right.

Oh, I think she's beautiful.

- I think it's weird. - I think it's in the way.

Well, many believe that she was, erm,

a protector of whatever building she was mounted on.

She wasn't much benefit to this place, that's for sure.

- I don't know about that. - How so?

Well, she's protecting it now, isn't she?

I think you'd better leave her where she is.

- There's something there, all right. - Is it football?

I think it's dancing. Turn it a bit to the left.

Eamon, would you give us a break?

I remember Padraig's uncle using that place as a cow shed,

and his cows wouldn't milk.

That was mastitis.

And his Aunt Maggie started hearing things.

- Sure, she was always hearing things. - For sure, she was deaf.

I'll see you.

You mark my words.

Eamon, this Sheela Gig thing,

what does it look like?

Well, it's a statue.

I know that.

Describe it to me.

A statue of a woman.

What does she look like?

Well, it's a kind of,

you see...

No, Eamon, I don't see.

- It's a woman. - I know that.

Tell me what she looks like.

She has no clothes on and she's doing...

- What? - I can't say what she's doing.

What do you mean, you can't say?

What could she be doing that...

You mean...?

It's a sin.

I need to roof this place while the weather's good.

I have to make some calls about that statue first.

Come over to my place this evening. I'll know more then.

- I'll ring you. - Say 8:30?

I'll have a full progress report.

- OK, 8:30. - And bring an appetite.

We can discuss our cultural heritage over dinner.

- See you later. You coming? - (Emma) Sure.

See you later, Dad.

- (Orla) You don't mind, do you? - Dad having dinner with you? No way.

He needs to start getting out again.

(Both laugh)

But it's only a statue, surely?

Only a statue. And I suppose Playboy is only a magazine?

No, no. But I've never seen a pornographic statue.

I should certainly hope not. It's a disgrace.

Er, two seconds.

Kathleen, erm, this statue,

did it have a name?

It did. Sheela somebody.

It wasn't by any chance called Sheela na Gig?

- That's it, Father. - Ah. Well, that's all right, then.

It most certainly is not.

No. I meant it's

it's a medieval fertility totem.

I don't want to know any details. It's a disgrace, so it is.

No, no, no, no. It's not like that, it's...

- Well? - Well, it's... it's one of ours.

(Horn beeps)

(Horn beeps)

(Siobhén) Padraig!

(Ringing)

(Phone)

- (Siobhén) Padraig! - (Horn beeps)

(Phone)

(Woman on radio) In Limerick, Raheen is extremely busy,

as is the Dublin road and Corbally.

In Waterford, road works will slow you down on the Cork road...

There you are, Trixie.

I'm telling you, Uncle, that ditch'|| take us months.

We'll have the back of it broke in two weeks.

- We'll have our own backs broke first. - Nothing wrong with hard work.

Youth of today don't know that.

But if we got a digger, we'd have the whole thing done in a day.

And how do you know that?

Who was it you were talking to?

No one.

I can't be getting them machines in at my age.

You, maybe.

What do you mean?

We'll talk about it later.

There's sheep to be marked.

But I do assure you, Kathleen,

the church does appreciate your devotion to St Joseph's.

Until something is done about that thing,

I'm withdrawing my labor.

I did try to explain the role of Sheela na Gigs

within the iconic tradition of the medieval church, Father.

"Thou shalt not worship false images." That was in my catechism.

But, Kathleen, the church has changed since then.

Oh, you're right there. For the worse.

Thank you, Father.

Look, Kathleen,

there really is no problem.

In lay terms, Sheela na Gigs were unofficial statues.

Sure, he says they were mounted on the outside walls of churches.

How was that unofficial? Were the clergy blind or something?

Well, they were fertility symbols, I believe.

Fertility symbols, my eye. Dirty smut is all they are.

But, Kathleen, things are different now.

With all due respects to your office, Father Aidan, you're like a parrot.

"Times have changed. Times have changed."

- What was smut yesterday is OK today? - Well, no.

And what was a sin last week isn't a sin this week?

- I didn't mean that. - But the line has changed, comrade?

- (Sighs) My dear Kathleen... - I expected better from you,

Father MacAna||y.

What?

(Bleating)

Come on, you can do it the easy way or the hard way.

Come on.

Come on.

(Panting)

- How are you? - Fine.

- What are you doing? - Marking the all-weathers.

- What? - Dying the sheep. Come on.

- Is it difficult? - Huh?

I said it looks difficult.

It's not that bad once you get the hang of it.

(Panting) Ah!

- Shall I get it? - Would you mind?

OK. What have I gotta do?

Will you grab the paintbrush? I'll grab a sheep.

(Laughs)

(Bleats)

- What do I do? - Paint an E on its side.

- An E? All right. - Yeah.

(Liam, outside) I don't think it's high enough.

Listen, see if you can get it above the gutter.

Yeah?

- I didn't say anything. - It's what you're thinking.

(Liam) Careful, Donal. Yeah, yeah, that should do it.

Calm down, Padraig.

(Liam) Hold it there, Donal. I'll take a look.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, stop!

(Circus music on TV)

(Laughing)

Thanks for the help.

- How's Razor? - He's fine.

Thanks for that as well.

You know, I'm not a spoiled little rich girl.

Is that what I said?

I'm sorry.

It's just, as I've said, I've had Razor since he was a foal, yeah?

And I thought if we took him here,

everything should be OK.

But all of a sudden, everything just went mad.

Apology accepted.

Right, work.

Not finished. Come on.

(Hisses) Go on, get up. Go on. Come on.

We need to get them down to the bottom field.

Give us a hand, will you? Come on.

Come on. Come on, move it.

This way, come on.

- We're nearly there. - (Laughs)

Keep working. We're nearly there.

Liam? Liam, what's that noise?

Donal, I'm running out of money. No, but just keep...

- Ah, Siobhén. - (Liam) Keep going that way.

- How's my best little girl? - I'm fine, thanks very much for asking.

- All right, all right. - (Liam) There's something there.

No. Yes!

- Yes, yes, yes, yes! - Jawohl.

Zee eagle has landed.

Oh. Donal, left a bit more.

- I can't. - Donal, left a bit more. That's an order.

All right, I'll try.

- Ho, ho, ho. - Yes!

- (Laughing) - Oh.

(Loud rattling, Donal yelling)

Ah!

(Siobhén) Is he all right?

How many lives have you got?

- One. - (Mobile beeps)

- Still working. - Ah.

- Has anyone seen Siobhén? - Who?

Sio...

Ah, Siobhén. You'll have to watch it.

- What? - You forgot Aisling.

The minders on 21 ha“ day.

She's all yours.

Sorry about the wait.

Did you not bring out the biscuits?

You ate them all last night.

Didn't I get a packet of fig rolls this morning?

I see.

Was, er... Danny telling you, Miss Dillon,

about the great job he's going to do on the ditch?

- No. - (Laughs) Aye.

And so Danny'|| dig from this side of the rocks

to that side of the fence.

We'll have the water drained off.

- He's serious, right? - Oh, yeah.

After that,

we just have to clear the ditch

of all that old rannock and stones and stuff.

- That's gonna take you weeks. - I know.

When the ditch is drained,

think of all the grass we'll have.

Couldn't you just get a digger in to do it?

(Dog barking)

I'm heading off now, Niamh.

(Niamh) See you.

- Heavy date? - Er, gonna go see a man about a dog.

Lucky man.

I'll see you, Padraig.

Oh, you should've worn your linen jacket.

- Why? - You look great in it.

- And? - You're going to dinner, aren't you?

(Sighs) Look, I'm going to talk about a statue.

Orla might offer me some food, which'|| be very nice of her,

but it is not a date, Emma, OK?

Sure.

- What's this? - It's a book I borrowed from Niamh.

You can give it to her when you go into the pub to buy the wine for Orla's.

Emma, this isn't a date.

Which is why you're wearing aftershave.

(Sighs)

You are gonna break some hearts, Emma Dillon.

I like to think I've already started.

- See you later. - Back before midnight, mind.

You're not gonna get anything.

Ah, there you are. It's the new space exploration channel.

- You're in a terrible hurry. - I forgot the wine. I need a good white.

- Best we have. - Great. I'll pay you tomorrow, yeah?

Orla, is one bottle enough?

Oh, better make it two.

- Cheers. - Have fun.

(Whistling)

La cosa més ridicule que pueda hacer un hombre en una case.

Buscar un documento aqui, exactamente aqui.

(;Es un documento importante?

Es el documento por el cual Horacio me traspasa.

;No, In dejé aqui, en la caja fuerte!

Me dijo que se te perdié algo.

Qué pasa ace', por favor, qué...?

Decime una cosa. ? Vos abriste la caja fuerte?

No, ? Por qué iba a hacer yo eso? No

? Y viniste aqui para decir tonterias?

Lo que tanto quiso evitar separéndome de su hijo.

- Oh, hiya, Sean. - Niamh, hi.

- Emma asked me to give you that. - There was no rush.

- It was on my way. - Drink.

No, I have to talk to Orla about the statue.

But, er, I'll have a bottle of wine. Red, please.

- That's white. - Trust me.

OK.

Y él,

ahora la voy a tener.

Top drawer, over there.

Mm. It's nearly ready.

- You enjoy cooking? - Mm, love it. You?

I'm a functional cuisine man, myself.

Come here.

Mm, delicious.

- Think I've earned myself a glass of that. - You have.

These people from the museum,

when did they say they were coming to see the statue?

A week, maybe two weeks. They're pretty sure it's a Sheela.

- They think it's quite a discovery. - Well, thanks for your help.

Thanking me, no less. I thought I was the opposition.

Well, you know, stopping work over some old piece of rock.

But, Orla, that'd make me out to be a Philistine.

And I'm not a Philistine.

Actually, Sean, I knew that already.

You gave a good impression of not knowing.

Well, I had to, didn't I?

I mean, how else could I have gotten you round for dinner?

Señor, tn qué te vas a casar, con esta porqueria?

Nos!

Es un chiste.

;Qué buen chiste, por favor, qué chiste!

Is Lucia trying to set up Thomas with Perla?

I thought Maria was married to Thomas.

Oh, no. Sure, Thomas is Maria's brother.

Well, then, who's the father of Perla's kid?

Look, Lucia there, the one with the sunglasses, the grandmother,

is going to disinherit Perla because she found out from Thomas

that Perla's been sleeping with Pepe.

(All) Who's Pepe?

Do you not miss anything up there? Up on the farm?

Do you never get lonely?

I miss my friends in England

but I don't miss being crowded all the time.

And, erm, as for being lonely,

well, people always said I prefer my own company.

They say the same about me too. It's a blessing, sure.

But you can have too much of a blessing, can't you?

You think?

Well, I suppose I do.

Do you ever play that game? You know, the best moment, worst moment?

- Don't think so. - Well, for instance,

my best moment would have been in Australia,

at night, open-top Jeep, driving across the desert, staring at the stars.

Oh, it was beautiful.

And my worst moment would have been finding out

that the spiders over there are the size of tennis balls.

What about yourself? What were your best and worst moments?

I suppose my best moment in England was, erm,

well, my best moment was Emma's birth.

Aw.

And your worst moment?

Well...

Oh, Sean, I'm sorry.

That was so insensitive of me.

No. No, not at all.

Is, erm, is that why you left England?

My wife's death?

Well, me and Helen, our lives together were entirely in England.

She hadn't been to Ireland.

And when she died, I thought...

We don't have to talk about this. I can change the subject.

No, no. It's fine, honestly.

When she died, I don't know,

I had this idea about doing up the farm.

I suppose I felt my life in one place had come to an end

and that I should be somewhere else.

I know exactly how you feel.

- Do you? - Yeah.

You and me, Sean, we're, erm,

we're very alike.

But, er, you don't think so?

Orla, if you don't mind,

I'm finding this a bit awkward.

- Can I ask why? - I'd prefer if you didn't.

Well, I'm sorry, Sean. I didn't mean to upset you.

No, no. You haven't.

I just don't want to talk about it.

- Siobhén, how's the craic? - I'd like a word.

Course.

(Spanish soap continues)

- What's up? - Would you like to bring your tow truck

out to the side of Johnson's farm?

Johnson's farm is eight miles away

and, er, at the moment I am ineligible for driving.

- The old Jeep let you down? - You could say that.

- Bound to happen... - It ran out of petrol

because you didn't open your garage.

- Siobhén.. - It's not the first time you fancied a jar

and breezed down here when people were depending on you for petrol.

You could have easy hitched a lift.

I was called out to treat a sick calf. What was I supposed to do about him?

I'm sorry, Siobhén.

I've been in a bit of a mess lately, er, under a bit of pressure.

Pressure, my eye. Self-imposed pressure maybe.

I rang England. Kevin won't be coming home.

How dare you use your son as an excuse?

- I'm not. - And it wouldn't be the first time.

Siobhén, don't you want a drink?

I wanted him and I knew where to get him.

By the way, the calf died.

Maybe you'd like to drink to that.

Whiskey.

Necesito estar asi...

Er, bottle.

And I only want one bottle, thank you.

Padraig, don't you think you've had enough?

One bottle, no lectures.

Papa'...

Keep the change.

- Do you want some more coffee? - No, thanks. I'd better be going.

Emma'|| be wondering where I am.

Yeah.

- Look, about what you said earlier... - Hey, we all get it wrong now and then.

Like I said, I'm happy with my own company at the moment

but it doesn't mean I don't appreciate...

Look, it's all right. Just leave it, will you?

- Yeah, but I mean... - You're trying to be tactful,

which just makes me feel worse.

So, like I say, just don't bother. OK?

- Maybe you're right. - Yeah.

- Thanks for the meal. - Hey, you're welcome.

And, er, good night.

Good night.

(S Primal Scream: Loaded)

- (♪Music stops) - You're back early.

- Am I? - So how'd it go?

Er, the statue's staying.

Dad. How'd it go?

- I've just told you. - How did it go?

It didn't.

(Footsteps)

(Panting)

(Groans)

Got it. All right.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Well, how do you like that, then?

(To The Red Flag) ♪ Working class can kiss my arse

♪ I've got the foreman's job at last

♪ Tell Uncle Joe he's on the dole

♪ You can stick a red flag up his... ♪

Ha. Got you.

You said it, didn't you? (Screams)

- Eamon. - Father Aidan.

Father, are you up to see the statue?

We are, yes.

It'll bring nothing but bad luck.

Don't worry, Eamon.

- You're heading up there? - We are, yes.

On you get, so.

(Horn beeps)

(Low grunting)

(Screams)

Looks like a wind-up to me.

- Peculiar, though, isn't it? - It's not the word I'd have chosen.

Ah ah, don't touch it. Forensics.

What in the name of God has happened to you?

Truth is, I don't know.

Look at this place.

You must have gone crazy.

I went crazy a long time ago.

What's that doing here?

- I don't know. - Padraig, where's your van?

I don't know. That's why I rang you. I need help to get rid of that thing.

You can't just get rid of it. It's an archaeological treasure.

I know that. I mean, get it out of here.

- To where? - Stop asking stupid questions.

My wife has gone, my son has gone,

my business is going, my hands are shaking,

my head is splitting, my nerves are shattered.

Padraig, your son'|| come back.

To see his father like this?

Better for him if he never comes back.

Come on. Come on.

Let's sort this thing out first.

Are you all right?

Look, let me carry that for you for a while. Padraig.

I got myself into this mess, I'll get myself out of it.

- Liam. - Hola, Niamh.

- Cómo estés? - Bueno.

- So how did it go last night? - Oh, you know, just a friendly thing.

- Yeah? - It was just a friendly dinner, OK?

Orla?

Sean Dillon came round to discuss the statue.

Oh.

Isabel, ese documento.

? Pero que te ayude yo a qué?

Amanece sin prise, yo no entiendo nada de números.

Ni de leaf tad.

Ni de leaf tad, facabas de traicionar a mi padre!

- Can you not take it? - There's no address on it.

- I'll put one on it. - Where's it going?

- I don't know. - Well, there's no stamps on it.

- Look, I'll put stamps on it. - Padraig, the post office is closed.

Put stamps on it yourself. Keep the change.

Address it to whoever you like. I don't give a toss.

What exactly is in this parcel?

- Doesn't matter. - Padraig.

- Padraig, where are you going? - Home. Forget about it.

De dénde saliste, Balbina?

I thought she was his... Are they not brother and sister, though?

Si, estoy bien. Si.

(Knock on door)

(Knocking continues)

(Door opens)

I didn't come here to apologise for what I said last night.

Why did you come?

I thought you might be sitting here, feeling sorry for yourself.

I've been... I have been thinking about the pain I caused people.

That's exactly what I mean.

Self-pity.

Why don't you stop wallowing in it and do something about it?

That is, if you're worried about your family.

What would you know about it, you who had a family by accident?

You're one of the decentest people I have ever met.

Get out of here, you old fool.

So many people are worried about you and you don't know it.

Get out!

Why do you hurt yourself so much, Padraig?

I don't know.

Ni yo ni mis hijos tenemos nada que ver.

(♪ Tense music)

De esto.

- Oh! - Come on!

Might come back.

Tom.

Ah, Eamon. There you are.

- Can I have a word? - Sure. Come on.

In private.

- (Cow moos) - Oh, right.

- Niamh. - Sean. So how are you?

Not bad, all things considered.

Have you seen Padraig about?

No.

Orla. Someone stole the statue during the night.

I hope you're not accusing me.

I just thought you might be interested, that's all.

- Sean. - Siobhén. Padraig.

- A pint, Niamh, and a glass of milk. - A glass of milk?

The milk is for me.

I hope I wasn't too much of a pain last night.

If I was, you have my apologies.

No need, Padraig. One glass of milk coming up.

(Padraig) The statue is outside in a post office bag.

You're admitting that you stole my property?

And trespassed on your land. Yes, I am.

And while we're at it, in the matter of malicious damage

to your pick-up van last night...

Ah, thank you, Niamh.

You can sue me, charge me, do whatever the hell you want.

What I do depends on what you propose to do.

I will make full and proper restitution.

It'll take three or four weeks.

Agreed.

I know how important money is to you people.

Padraig, when you're in a hole, stop digging.

Fair enough. I take back that last remark.

Don't bother. Just make sure that you have the money.

I think those are yours.

You didn't have to say that, Padraig.

I'm trying for sobriety, not sainthood.

- Hello, Sean. - Kathleen.

Nice day.

Ah, a little spaceman.

It's lovely.

Now are you happy?

Yeah. I didn't want you to do it only on my account, Uncle.

I was thinking.

We can have a talk about any more ideas you might have for the farm.

Oh, yeah.

- Have you got everything? - Mm-hm.

You all right?

It's 20 years since I took a holiday, Brendan. Did you know that?

Didn't you always close the place for two weeks in the autumn?

Two weeks sitting in a pub in Cilldargan, staring out at the sun,

is not exactly a holiday, especially not for your family.

Fionnuala and Kevin put up with a lot. Especially the boy.

I've got a lot of amends to make.

And how do you feel about that?

Optimistic.

(Engine starts)