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This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting,

deals with Suicide, Self-Harm and Sexual Abuse,

contains some violent scenes, some very strong language

and some scenes of a sexual nature

In the days after the Giants and before Saint Patrick came,

there was great violence and terrible bloodshed across the land.

It was a time when the Sluagh na marbh stalked

field and forest,

shoreline and mountaintop.

Who were they, Bridget?

They were the host of the dead. Restless spirits,

neither welcome in heaven nor in hell.

Woe betide any man or woman who met one,

for they would take your mortal soul.

Bridget! What the hell is going on?

Oh, for fu...fuck's sake!

I'm trying to tell a story.

What did you say? Nothing.

Nothing, what? Nothing, Matron.

You want to wash your mouth out, Bridget. The language out of you!

You'll have them awake all night with the terrors, so you will.

Mary does like a good frightener to put her to sleep, so she does. I do.

Have you given out the night meds yet?

Not yet. I knew well you hadn't, missy.

Why should you be allowed to live here,

and you don't do your job properly? I'm trying to run a care home here.

Get her to bed. Go on.

Best thing for Alzheimer's is a good night's sleep.

Have I got Alzheimer's, Bridget?

Of course not, Mary.

Well, why did the matron say that, then?

Because she's an aul' cunt?

An aul' cunt is right!

# I am nowhere but home by the sea

# Le na iascaire

# Agus a bhriongloidi

# Whisper my secrets

# Embracing thee

# Oh, carry my song across the sea. #

THUMP

Argh!

You heard tale of the man who was crucified back in the day?

Jesus?

Fucking Jesus!

A man, got fucked up like you.

Had himself nailed to a pool table.

It was on this very table that it happened.

My late husband done it.

Do you know why?

Was there someone out of money? Ah, and they told me you were thick!

We had to get the whole baize redone after that.

Thought it was a bit extreme, meself.

I prefer...

..the Tallaght palette mallet. The baseball bat!

Where's me money? I can rob! When you gonna get me money?

I can rob! And I can drive.

Fast!

What d'you reckon?

What I reckon is you'd better get me a couple of cars, then.

And I only want high-end premium jalopies.

No shite-boxes! D'ya hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

Good.

HE YAWNS

The aul' night feeds kill ya, bro.

Has me wrecked.

Yeah? Do they, yeah? They do, yeah!

Have you no coat? It's bleedin' Baltic out.

I left it in the boozer.

Some fucker robbed it on me. Do you not have another one?

No. One's enough.

What do I need fucking two for?

In case one's robbed on you!

ENGINE STARTS

TYRES SCREECH

MUSIC: Jackie Deluxe Will Have His Revenge On Castlebar by The Bechamel Boys

This is the last jammer I'm bleeding jacking, d'ya know that?

Does Ma Baker know that?

I'm serious.

I'm not going back inside.

There's too many in there has it in for me.

There'll be murder.

I thought you were off the gargle?

Back on the wagon tomorrow.

# When we parted, I thought "Who is she?" #

I never asked you about your scars, Bridget.

Oh, it was a long time ago, when I was sad, Mabel.

Not like now?

No, not like now.

My hair has gotten very fine.

That's because you hardly eat.

It used to be luscious...

..luxuriant.

That's a lovely word, isn't it, Bridget?

Luxuriant.

Luxuriant.

It is a lovely word.

Do you want the hairdryer? No.

Leave it to air dry.

Now, all done.

Oh.

I don't know when I got so old.

In my head, you know, I'm still 16.

Mind up.

Now.

I always wanted to go to India.

We'll go together when you get well.

In a camper van.

I'm not going in a camper van! You must be joking.

Maybe we could stay in a hotel the odd night, then?

Argh!

SHE MOANS IN PAIN

That was a nasty one. Is there much pain?

MOANING CONTINUES

Is it getting worse?

The fentanyl patch is not working? No!

Do you think you could help me, Bridget?

Stop, stop, stop!

That one.

The Beamer?

You are going high-end.

Love it!

Have you got the yoke? Yep.

We good to go?

Ready when you are, Nurse Gitsy!

CAR ALARM WAILS HORN BEEPS

ALARM CONTINUES

ALARM STOPS

Fuck.

Not too tight, Bridget.

I like to feel a bit free.

Calico.

Gingham.

Chintz.

Khaki.

All words from India.

Isn't the world a wonderful place, Bridget?

It is, Mabel.

PHONE RINGS

Looking good, bro. Yeah. Sweet.

Bollocks!

Chill, bro.

They're not after us. They'll be gone in a minute.

What if the fella in the car park called?

Ah, fuck it! Don't fu...

TYRES SCREECH

Fuck's sake!

THUMP

DISTANT POLICE SIREN WAILS

POLICE SIREN APPROACHES

Hey, hey.

You have to pay. Are you serious, bro?

Please, I'm skint. I'll get you back.

Come on. I'm in bits here.

I'm on my way to hospital. I swear to God.

Go on. Fuck it.

POLICE SIREN WAILS

MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY

Oh, mother of God!

You put the heart crossways in me, Mary!

The queer fella was moaning in his sleep, so he was.

He could get up and murder me in my bed - or any of us.

Why would he want to do that, Mary?

What if he's a murderer, like?

He wouldn't need a reason.

MAN GROANS LOUDLY

That'll settle him now.

What if he wakes up...

..and then murders me?

After the dose I'm after giving him?

There's more chance of him milking the diddies on a bull

than that man murdering you.

Come on.

No more scary stories for you, Mary.

You're going nowhere, missy. You stay right where you are.

There's nothing wrong with me.

You're going nowhere, missy. There's nothing wrong with me.

Stay where you are...

There's nothing wrong with me. There's nothing wrong with me.

Nowhere... There's nothing wrong with me.

SHE GASPS

SHE GROANS SOFTLY

MUSIC: Old Dog by The Scratch

# I saw that brow of yours write us off at the first glance

# A sweaty red complexion for a head You're fuckin' fumin'

# Conversin' with the bag of skin you call your neighbour

# Laconic word exchange It set the tone it set the future

# Seeking refuge in the Pines

# With all your petty fellow swines

# Do us all a favour and go pack in that mouldy behaviour

# The old dog is done. #

How may I help you?

Come on, come on, come on, guys, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Busy, busy, busy!

Come on, Paul, pick up the pace there, will you?

Pick up the pace, pick up the pace!

Tray. OK?

Receipt - What have you got? Over here with the burgers.

OK. Two burgers. One, two.

OK? Not rocket surgery.

Come on, guys, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Busy, busy, busy, busy!

Jesus Christ almighty. Here, look.

It's chips and two burgers. OK?

Stop fucking touching me, will you?

Come on, guys. Busy, busy, busy.

Can you just go over there and clean up those two tables for me?

I'll finish this. Hey!

Two milkshakes, yeah?

Take a seat and I'll bring them down to you.

What the hell?! What the fuck's wrong with you?

You walked right in front of me! What are you, fucking blind?

"Let's go! Let's go, team! Come on to fuck.

"Come on! Hurry up!"

You're fired. Yeah, whatever.

Do you know what you are? You're a loser.

Don't tell Bunny.

I have to tell Bunny.

If you say it to Bunny, I'll tell him you asked me to suck you off.

I didn't. You said your wife won't do it for you

and you wanted to know what it was like.

What are you talking about? You didn't want to go

to your grave without knowing what it was like to be sucked off.

Go on. Get out of here.

Don't tell Bunny.

I have to.

I was sexually assaulted...

..when I was younger. In the home.

Not by me.

It was a fella who looked like you.

Same two little beady eyes, close together.

Please leave.

Don't call Bunny or I'll fucking burn the place down!

Fuck's sake...

Paul.

Every time, Paul.

Every fucking time. Jesus.

Fuck off, Bunny. That man's a prick.

It's always somebody else's fault, isn't it? That's right.

How many jobs is this now you're after going through?

Did you threaten to burn the place down?

No, I fucking didn't.

This car unmarked? You know it is.

Cos if you're trying to be undercover,

the aerial gives you away.

What happened to your face? What happened to yours?

Were you involved in any of them shenanigans last night?

No. What are you talking about?

So, what do you want to do, get a burger or something?

Always the smart boy.

What's the excuse this time? He's bowy, that one.

He's not. He is.

He said you knocked him over.

I shouldered him. You shouldered him?

You see?

You still have it in you, then. Good man.

I'm not going back on your poxy hurling team.

You were the best under-12 I ever seen play.

Superb athleticism, great physicality.

I'm not playing for you. Why not?

I'm too old for the under-12s.

I'm talking about the senior team.

No.

He said...

..you were going to accuse him of sexually harassing you.

That's not funny.

It's a little bit funny.

Can you help me or not, Bunny?

I suppose I could make a call.

Make a bollocks of this and you'll be on your own,

do you hear me? Yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Bunny.

It won't be the most glamorous job in the world now.

Well, are you coming or what? Now?

Of course now! Come on to fuck!

You still have the Uzi.

Oh, the observant one.

Were you not supposed to give that back when they sacked you?

They didn't sack me.

They transferred me.

Oh, yeah. What was it again?

To Traffic. And well you know.

And is there much call for the aul' Uzis in Traffic?

There's always call for the aul' Uzi.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

You may let these gentlemen in to do their job.

And after, if you wouldn't mind giving the room a good clean.

What are you brushing your hair for?

Want her to look her best.

She's not going straight to the funeral parlour, Bridget.

There'll have to be an autopsy.

Why?

Sure, she was on the way out.

Well, maybe the family weren't expecting it

to happen so fast, then.

She didn't like her family.

What's that got to do with it?

Do you think there...there will be an autopsy?

That, or some class of an investigation, maybe.

Why? I don't know.

I don't see the point of it myself.

I mean, she was hardly murdered.

Finish up, Bridget. We need to get the next one in.

Now...

..I want you on your best behaviour for the matron here, yeah?

I'm sticking me neck out for you, so don't fuck it up.

What's she to you?

There's a bit of history there.

Don't be annoying me now.

You stay there.

You know I'd do anything for you, Bunny,

but today's not the best timing.

They're like cattle.

They all get skittish when one of the herd dies.

I wouldn't ask if I didn't need help.

I'm not sure if that's true, Bunny.

You've never been slow about asking for things that you want.

I'd owe you one.

SHE CHUCKLES

Oh...

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny.

What will I do with you at all, at all, at all?

Is that your boy out there?

It is.

Tell him not to be touching my car.

PHONE RINGS

Will you not lean on the car?

What?

So where were we?

"Anonymous"? What's the story there?

Oh, him. He's nothing to worry about, Bunny.

He's been with us a few weeks,

and no-one's come forward to claim him.

I think he might be a foreign national or a tourist. Who knows?

Do you want me to look into it?

I could get onto Interpol.

Bleedin' Interpol...

Interpol... Oh, don't bother yourself, Bunny.

Sure, the man's probably just some dirty wino spunker.

You know the type.

Sit down, love. I'll do your orange.

Now, the job's fairly straightforward, really.

He's effectively a nurse's aide.

Whatever the nurse on duty tells him to do, he does.

We don't have to wash their arses, do we?

I'm only saying.

Don't know if I could. Do you know what I mean?

But you would if you were asked.

Yeah, if I was asked. Of course.

You'd have to be shown, obviously.

Yeah, but then I'd do it, you know?

Point me in the right direction.

Like, there's an arse to be washed.

And it's done, you know?

M-M-my mammy is coming to pick me up, so she is.

You're not seven, Rose. You're 87.

Bridget, can you get her back into bed, please?

Do your job properly for once.

UNDER HER BREATH: Cunt.

My mammy is coming to take me home, so she is.

Oh, is she?

It's my birthday.

And what age are you now?

I'm seven.

You're very tall for seven, aren't you?

I mean, you look like you could be eight.

You're in.

Are you serious? How'd you manage that?

Promises were made.

Put it that way.

CAR RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY

That was you out robbing cars last night, wasn't it?

Are you going to arrest me, then?

You'll want to give that up now, you know that.

You're in the last chance saloon with this job, so don't fuck it up.

Bunny...

..do you think I'm a loser?

What?

Huh.

Jesus, of course not.

You're not a loser.

You're just lost, is all.

There's a difference.

THUNDER

# When first I saw the love-light in your eyes

# I thought the world held naught but joy for me

# And even though we've drifted far apart

# I never dreamed... #

I have you copped, sneaking young lads in here.

# I love you as I've never loved before

# Since first I saw you on the... #

How's my favourite sex god, Stanley?

I know.

How about we throw on a bit of Roy Orbison

and have a bit of an aul' hooley?

I don't think I can take much more of this, Bridget.

You don't like Roy Orbison?

I think I'm done, Bridget.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Are you feeling especially sad today, Stanley?

I feel especially sad every day, Bridget.

Because everybody you ever loved has died?

Yes, Bridget,

because everybody I ever loved has died.

It's not great timing for me, Stanley.

Could you wait a month or so?

Bridget, I'm off now.

This fella's supposed to be starting tonight.

Would you look after him?

Yeah, yeah, of course I will. Leave him with me.

I'm Paul.

Bridget.

What do I need to do, then?

Two things, really.

Can you dance?

Not really, no.

You only have to shuffle around a bit.

And what's the other thing?

Play make-believe.

We'll worry about the dancing first.

# My shoes keep walking back to you

# I may say that I don't care

# Hold my head up in the air... #

Bridget, do you think you could organise safe passage,

so to speak, tonight?

You know, strictly speaking, Stanley, it'd be murder.

But you'd only be helping me...

..like you helped the others.

That's a low blow, Stanley.

It is a low blow, Bridget.

It's a lot of forms to fill out.

You said, when I was ready...

..you'd help me.

I did.

Have you your affairs in order?

I do.

# ..keep calling for you

# And my shoes keep walking back to you. #

ALL: # Le gunna-screach faoi

# Iamhach na bpilear

# Seo libh canaig' amhran na bhFiann. #

CHEERING

Right, lads, it's late. Have you no homes to go to?

GROANING, CHUCKLING

Help them there, Paul, will you? I won't be a minute.

Well, what do I...?

DOOR CLOSES

All right, come on.

SHE SNIFFS KNOCK ON DOOR

Howya. The aul' dear who thinks she's seven...

Rose. Yeah, Rose.

She says she wants to go home.

OK.

You've got something under your nose.

Oh.

UNDER HER BREATH: Fuck.

Right, so, we've done the dancing.

Now the make-believe.

Let's get cracking.

We don't have to dress up or anything, do we?

If you want me to, I will, but...

No. Take a look at that.

So, a good lot of them have dementia, like Rose,

and a good lot of them don't get any visitors.

So that's why I do like to do the make-believe.

What do I have to do?

You read to them. Can you read?

Of course I can fuckin' read. Well, you read them stories.

You pretend to be a relative and you read to them. It settles them.

Then some of them, like Mary, she's mostly still there,

so she'll know who you are, you don't need to pretend.

And she likes stories - horror, slasher, that type of thing.

It's all written down. It's all in my book.

Come on.

"There was a time when the...

"..the Sl..."

Sluagh na marbh.

"..the Sluagh na marbh stalked the land.

"The Sluagh na marbh were the host of the dead,

"restless spirits neither welcome in heaven nor in hell."

A strange night, Bridget.

But not a bad one to go out on.

Are you ready, so, Stanley?

I'm ready now, Bridget.

Daddy?

Are you still here?

I'm here, Rose.

I'm here.

D-D-don't leave me till I'm asleep.

Of course I won't.

You don't be worrying now.

I live on energy drinks.

Do you not want one?

I'm grand with this.

So we still have one more to do.

Anonymous. I noticed he wasn't in your book.

Yeah, I don't like going into him.

He'll give you the willies sometimes, the moans out of him.

Does he ever wake up?

Well, he is in a coma.

SLOSHING

TAPPING

Sorry.

HE GROANS SHE STARTS

WHISPERS: See what I mean?

State of him.

What the fuck is that?

Tattoo?

Yeah.

It looks like someone played X's and O's all over him.

It's creepy-looking.

What do you think it means?

Maybe it's the number of people he's killed.

That's a lot of people.

Well, maybe he was in the army or something.

What about this one here?

G-R-I-N.

Grin.

You do that.

Grin. Any clue what it means?

Maybe because he was always grinning like a clown.

Now...

..how are you, Grinner?

SHOUTS: Grinner, what's the story?! Come on. Anybody in there?! Stop!

What are you at?

Trying to get through to him.

Trying to communicate.

Wake up to fuck! Come on, Grinner, ya cunt, ye! Stop shouting...

SHE GASPS

What the fuck, man?

SPLATTERING

SHE COUGHS

Are you all right?

Fuck!

I don't want to go to jail.

You've done nothing.

I'm the one who...

..killed him.

You don't understand. This is really bad timing.

What?

What could be worse than this?

I need to show you something.

Is he...is he dead?

Sometimes I try and help them on their way.

You mean kill them?

That's a bit harsh.

You're a bleedin' dark horse, aren't you?

Is there anything else I need to know? Well...

I might have a bit of a drug problem.

OK.

Fair enough.

I might have a bit of a drink problem.

HE LAUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

Ah, fuck! What?

Bunny.

Bunny? Who's Bunny?

MUSIC PLAYS BEDSPRINGS SQUEAK

Who's a bad Bunny?

I'm a bad Bunny.

Bad Bunny!

Fuck me, Bunny!

Fuck me.

Smoke?

We're not supposed to smoke inside.

Not supposed to kill anybody inside either.

Go on, then.

Who the fuck do you think he is?

WHISPERS: Well, he seems to answer to Grinner, anyway.

What are you whispering for?

The fucker's dead.

HE GASPS

Fuck!

HE RASPS

Is that the death rattle? I don't know what it is.

You're all right, buddy.

You're safe here.

No-one will hurt you.

Breathe.

That's it. Just breathe.

Do you know where you are?

Do you know who you are?

Are you Grinner?

I knew it was something like that.

FAINTLY: Am I in heaven?

No. Definitely not heaven.

Am I in the other place?

You're in a type of hospital.

I...I need to get out. I need to go.

Where?

I need to get the fuck out of here.

You're safe here.

It's a hospital.

Well, it's a sort of hospital.

It's an old folk's home with medical facilities.

But you're safe.

No.

I have to go.

I have to go. Don't you understand?

Take it easy, pal. No-one's going to hurt you.

Oh, they are.

There's people...

..coming.

What people?

Bad people.

Here...

Look.

It's a map.

That's a map?

Could've fooled me.

We thought it was X's and O's.

It's a map...

..for where the treasure is.

A map for where the treasure is?

QUIETLY: Million...

Do you think he'll share it with us?

Did he say million or millions?

GUN COCKS

Back the fuck away, bitch.

He's like the devil himself. Let's do this.

# Ooh-ooh... #

I do love a good murder.

I better get the Uzi from the car.

EXPLOSION

GUN FIRES

I think you forgot your trousers. Bollocks!

Let's fuck this place up.

Right...

We got Glocks, Lugers, Mausers,

shotguns, double barrels, sawn-off.

You name it.

What the fuck is wrong with people?

# I can't keep pretending it's all right... #

What in the name of God is going on?

# I got nothing left to lose

# It's all in your head... #

SHE SCREAMS

Hello!

Come with me, Marion. Please.

# Oh, it's all in your head, now, now

# It's all in your head... #