Original subtitles

PAUL: You think they saw us?

JIM: You think they'd leave us standing there if they did?

He knows we were there. He's fucking with us.

What hold has that bollocks got over you?

What have you done?

FIONA: I think about starting over sometimes, moving away.

We could take the kids.

There's some funny shite going on around the yard, like.

You know, bits and bobs gone missing about the place.

I wondered if you seen anything, Jim.

OWEN: Why did they have to leave?

They didn't do anything wrong.

Why are you lying to me?

There's a tree come down in the back paddock,

and, um, Dad wants us to go down and take a look.

I'll go in the morning.

I got to be home tonight. I've got a guest.

FIONA: He's not home yet.

Where are we going?

FIONA: I didn't kill him.

I swear on my mother's grave that is the truth.

PAUL: No way. I cannot steal you a fucking horse.

I'm not asking you to get on it and ride it to me, dickhead!

I just need you to get me into the yard

so I can take it myself.

You fuck this for me,

you say anything, it's the end for you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Horse neighing ]

[ Thud, liquid dripping ]

No.

Oh, God, no.

[ Neighing continues ]

Oh, no.

Oh, no. No, no.

[ Echoing ] I told you to leave it open!

[ Music continues ]

[ Rain falling ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

MARJORIE: [ Humming in distance ]

[ Pills rattling ]

I'm sorry.

[ Humming continues ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

BREEN: So, how were things between you and your husband?

[ Music continues ]

Things were fine.

[ Music continues ]

BREEN: No problems between the two of you?

No tensions?

Arguments?

[ Music continues ]

No.

His criminal conviction must have caused a bit of tension.

We handled it.

[ Music continues ]

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

BREEN: So, you weren't thinking of leaving, then.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

No.

Really?

No.

[ Music continues ]

A man doesn't end up inside the boot of his own car

driven into the water by his wife without something going on.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Maybe you're protecting someone.

Someone who saw you needed help.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Fiona.

[ Music stops ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

-Hi. -Hi.

-Jim Hogan for Mr. McCann. -Yeah. He just went up.

-You can have a seat over there. -Thank you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Wood creaking ]

[ Voices echoing ]

KIAN: All you have to do is turn the other way.

Like you always have.

Just be a bit useless, huh?

You don't want to get this wrong, Paul.

Your family don't want you to get this wrong.

You say anything, it's the end for you.

[ Music continues ]

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Hello?

JIM: How are you? You sound a bit out of breath.

Yeah. It's just I'm... just on a run.

Oh, yeah. Great.

That's good for the old head, you know, and mental --

So, anyway, listen.

I'm, uh, I'm in town here doing this interview today,

and, uh, I know you're playing golf with the lads,

but I was just thinking I could nip back up to the farm,

finish that pit.

There's not a lot left to do,

and I could get it ready for the concrete --

No, no, no.

Uh, no. Honestly, there's no point.

Just take the day off.

It's fine. It's fine. I'm up there anyway.

So, uh, you know... I like to make meself useful.

Look, why don't you...

...take Fiona and the kids out for the afternoon?

The park or something. They'd love that.

The weather's meant to be nice, and...

I know Fiona would appreciate it.

Okay. Yeah, that sounds good. Yeah. I'll do that.

Great.

[ Breathing heavily ]

You sure you're okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Just...

[ Chuckles ] ...unfit.

[ Chuckles ] Okay. Well, listen.

-We'll catch up later and, uh... -See you, boy.

You know, before the kids have to do the Holy Communion tomor--

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Clattering ]

TOM: Christ...Jesus!

Oh, what the --

Why don't you just say what you're looking for

before the whole house comes down around us?

TOM: Why do you always have to hide me golf shoes?

I've not hidden your golf shoes.

They're where they always are -- in the box above the wardrobe.

That's not where they always are.

-Yes, it is. -No.

I left them under the stairs so I'd know exactly where they are.

And I put them back in the box above the wardrobe

so Iwould know exactly where they are,

which is where they're supposed to be.

Surely where they're supposed to be is where I can find them.

They're my fucking shoes.

That would be fine if you could ever find anything.

I could if you stopped hiding ev--

Excuse me.

And you can get that sour look off your face and all,

or I'll leave you at home.

-Don't think I won't. -Tom!

Fine. You can kick me out too and everything if you want.

-I don't care. -Stop it!

You won't be so lucky, my lad, I promise you.

And if you think being a grumpy little shit

is going to make either one of us feel sorry for you,

you'll be at it a long time!

OWEN: I'm sick of this fucking house!

Why do you always do that?

Do what? Do what?!

He is miserable, Tom.

Just allow him to be miserable.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Door slams ]

-Ah, Gill, I'm -- -It's fine.

I'm fine.

What time is Paul coming?

I don't know. Usual time.

I'm sorry, Gill.

I booked us a table at the club for lunch.

We can get ourselves a nice big bottle of wine,

get wildly out of hand.

We can always get Owen to drive us home, make himself useful.

I need to feed the horses.

I'll apologize to Owen.

I'll do it before we go.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Cartoon sound effects on television ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Christ, Paul. What happened to you?

PAUL: [ Exhales deeply ]

KIAN: Been up to no good, have you?

Jesus.

I scare you?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

FIONA: Sorry. I didn't know Paul was expecting anyone.

I would've tidied up.

It's First Holy Communion madness at the minute.

-That time of year, isn't it? -Yeah.

You know, maybe if we left our little chat till later on --

It'll be a couple of minutes. I won't keep you.

You want to put some ice on those knees.

Want to keep them in working order.

Stop.

I'm fine.

-I'll run you a bath. -Thank you.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Fiona.

PAUL: It is notall right

for you to come to my house like this.

I thought we were friends.

My wife could suspect something.

Punching with that one, aren't you?

-Sorry? -Fiona.

You lucked out.

Sure, you didn't.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

It's a nice house.

Got it good.

I always wanted to see where they put you up.

Tom, Gillian.

Always good to people who are good to them.

I wouldn't want to lose all this.

So I wouldn't mess it up today.

Come on, Paul. It's just a horse.

Maybe I'll get him turned into glue, huh?

Something useful.

I'll get the blame. I'll lose my job.

That's far from the worst-case scenario for you.

We have an agreement, yeah?

You make things right with me... we're all square.

We won't have a problem.

Now, why don't you go upstairs, hop in that bath,

get a wee plaster on that knee...

...and I'll see myself out after I've had me cigarette?

[ Music continues ]

Smile, Paul.

But this evening, it's all over.

[ Door opens, closes ]

I found some antiseptic.

Is he gone?

Yeah.

He apologized about some drama

he might have caused at the farm.

What happened?

Uh, nothing.

Tom just needed the barn back or something.

Right.

[ Voice breaking ] I'm sorry.

I mean it. I...

I'm sorry I wasn't h-here for Michael the other night.

I'm sorry we fell out over it.

I'm sorry I've been so...

[ Inhales deeply, sniffs ]

What is going on?

[ Sobs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Will you not talk a bit?

I don't know what to do. I...

Whatever I do, I just -- I make it all worse.

Make what worse?

[ Sighs, sniffs ]

Sorry.

I shouldn't be crying all over you.

It's all right.

Look. Whatever happens, I just...

I just want you to know that I've...been trying to be better.

I havebeen trying.

And I've not been good to you. I know that.

But I've -- I've been trying.

We'll get you to see someone.

I don't...

I don't need to see someone.

I just -- [ Sighs, sniffs ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

I just need to get on with it.

I'll go out today and...play golf,

and I'll feel -- feel better, you know?

It's gonna be fine.

[ Exhales deeply ] Everything is going to be fine.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you so much.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

BREEN: Do you know what's going to happen

when this goes to trial...

[ Music continues ]

...when the jury hears your story?

They're going to think you did it.

Or they're going to think you know who did.

And I canhelp you, Fiona.

I can make sure they know just how cooperative you've been.

[ Music continues ]

And when you've got kids...

...manslaughter instead of murder

will make quite a bit of difference.

Yeah.

Well, if you need any more references

or anything like that, it's no problem.

I'm sure that'll be fine. Thanks.

So, that was great, Jim.

-Thank you. -No. Thank you.

So, obviously, we're in the business

of providing representation and legal advice

to members in the medical profession.

And while we don't expect our medical advisers

to necessarily be currently practicing...

...we are dealing with clients

who on occasion have fallen foul of the law.

We just have to make sure

we won't have any conflicts of interest, so --

Jim, can you talk us through the circumstances

which led you to being struck off the medical register?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Horse neighs ]

TOM: Ah. Look at him.

How are you, big fella?

Are you still pissed off with me?

No.

Christ. You're really pissed off with me.

I'm not pissed off with you.

I've apologized to Owen.

He's going to live.

And weare going to enjoy ourselves.

Oh, come on, now. You're just being unfair.

Is this it, Gill?

Are we done?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I know you're not happy.

You haven't been happy in years.

I mean, you're barely here, are you?

-I don't want to do this now. -And what about what I want?

Or do I have to live

with all these questions going around in my head?

[ Sighs ]

I love you, Tom.

I really do, but...

It's...It's never been that way.

Never?

Nor any man.

Is there someone else?

No.

Have you been with someone else?

This isn't about anyone else. This is about me.

This is about me wanting to live at least some of my life

as the person I am...

...even if that means being alone for the rest of it,

even if I never find anyone.

I just...

...I can't...be this.

Not anymore.

[ Music continues ]

It's Fiona, isn't it?

[ Brake clicks, engine shuts off ]

[ Music continues ]

TOM: You know, I wondered.

I mean, I've always suspected you might be a-a bit...

But the two of you were very close.

[ Voice breaking ] I'm so sorry, Tom.

[ Door rattling ]

[ Sniffs ]

Oh. Um, sorry.

No. No. You're fine.

I'm quite -- I-I'm early. I j-- I just came to lock up.

-But, I mean, I can come back -- -GILLIAN: No.

We're all done.

We, uh, we -- we just gave Lunar a big breakfast.

That should do him until we get back.

Are you all ready to go?

Yeah.

Great. Well...see you in a bit.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

Thanks, Paul.

I...I don't know what we'd do without you.

[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Music continues ]

Boy.

Yeah.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

FIONA: So, how did it go with the interview?

JIM: Oh, fine, fine.

I'm used to being the boss, you know?

And I'm not used to people looking at me

like I'm some kind of a...

-Did they ask about the trial? -Yeah.

What'd you tell them?

The truth.

Oh, I just wish you could retire.

-How dare you. -[ Laughs ] Seriously.

You shouldn't have to be dashing around, interviewing for jobs.

You should be enjoying yourself.

You should be laying about and drinking,

especially after last year.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Children shouting ]

How are things with you and Paul?

Fine.

Fine. Really?

I've been having a few chats with him,

and I think he's depressed.

Well, that's nothing new.

Well, it's new to me. Why didn't you tell me?

There's nothing to tell.

He's always had it.

It comes and it goes.

He's never liked people knowing.

But it's been worse since I got sick.

And over the last few days.

Don't know what's going on.

Why couldn't he just wait until I died to fall apart?

God.

Oh, that's awful. I-I'm sorry.

No, no.

Look. Just say it.

Say it.

Well, I-I just feel like I'm the only one who's trying to cope.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I mean, he -- he says he's trying.

He says he's trying to change.

But he doesn't. He -- He isn't.

He just moved his mother in so she can look after him,

defend his every word, his every use--

I just...

I feel like I'm on my own,

and I'm so afraid of what'll happen to the kids.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

-I'm being unfair. -Look.

I know you like to deal with everything in your own way.

I really respect that.

But you don't have to.

You don't have to go through this on your own, darling.

[ Clattering ]

Right. Who threw that?

[ Both laugh ]

See?

[ Music continues ]

Look.

You can tell me anything.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

Tomorrow will be nice.

The whole family together -- not for a funeral.

Yeah.

-[ Disc clatters ] -Right. That's it. That's it.

-Now -- I'm coming for you now. -JOSEPH: [ Laughing ]

JIM: This is a serious business.

The next one who drops it is walking home.

Right. Let me show you how it's done.

-There we go! -Got it.

JIM: Great catch.

-ROSE: Yes! -JIM: Great!

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

Remember you're hitting into the wind.

Yeah. Got that.

Arse! Bollocks!

Fuck!

A bastard of a hole.

OWEN: What's up with him?

GILLIAN: Nothing. He's just a terrible golfer.

Grumpy old prick.

[ Exhales deeply ]

I've told him, Owen -- about me.

He knew something was...

I had to. I just...

I couldn't keep it any longer. I...

Does he know about Fiona?

He had his suspicions.

Oh, God.

It's her kids' First Communion tomorrow.

You need to tell her, Mam. Dad might say something.

Oh, no. No, I don't think he'd dare.

[ Sighs ]

You're right, though.

I do need to tell her.

I'm just so sorry you had to keep my secret.

Especially from your dad.

Are you gonna leave him?

[ Voice breaking ] I don't know, love.

Be kind to him, won't you?

This isn't his fault.

I just hope you'll be happy now, Mam.

I'll be happy when... when my handicap's under 19.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Shit.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

It's your shot.

Listen, Paul.

Some things are going to be changing around the farm.

-Oh? -Yeah.

Things aren't going as nicely as we'd like, and --

But I thought Gillian said that...

Gillian says a lot, you know?

Anyway, we're going to have to pare back a bit.

And, um, well, I just thought you should know

you might need to look for something else.

[ Music continues ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Wait.

[ Chain rattling ]

I-I don't... I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Paul.

Obviously, we'll keep you on as long as we can.

Have I done something wrong?

No.

[ Music continues ]

[ Door rattles ]

The wee bastard.

And you don't think I deserve better than this and all?

After everything I've done?

On a fucking golf course?

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

[ Music continues ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Clubs rattling ]

GILLIAN: Come in for a coffee, Paul?

No, thank you.

I should get home.

[ Music continues ]

-Tom. -Not now. Sorry.

You all right, Mam?

Yeah.

[ Music continues ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Horses snorting, neighing ]

[ Thud, neighing continues ]

Ah.

There you are.

Oh, good boy. [ Clicks tongue ]

Good boy. Good boy.

I wouldn't let nothing happen to you.

No, I wouldn't.

No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't.

Good boy.

Oh.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Jesus Christ.

[ Bell chimes ]

Hello?

[ Signal clicking ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

MARJORIE: Hello?

Hi.

-Here. Let me do that. -Oh, thanks.

ROSE: Bags and I go first!

-All right. Slow down. -Whoa.

ROSE: Yeah. Well, I said bags first.

[ Sighs ]

Christ. Is all this for tomorrow?

Put that down.

I've put aside a little envelope for you.

You can slip a few euros in there.

They'll expect to be spoiled rotten, so come prepared.

-There you have it. -Thanks for all this, Marjorie.

MARJORIE: Not at all. Oh.

How did you get on, Jim? Did you get the job?

That's the attitude, Marjorie.

I should make you my life coach.

-Where's Paul? -Haven't heard from him yet.

Oh? Would have thought he'd be home by now.

MARJORIE: I assumed he'd let you know if he was going to be late.

I wouldn't assume that.

Maybe he's with that young fella who came around this morning.

What young fella?

Um, Kian or something.

Something about a barn. I don't know.

Paul was a bit funny about it.

MARJORIE: I think Paul does far too much for Tom and Gillian.

JIM: Yeah. Look. I-I'm gonna head out.

Are you not staying for dinner?

No. I'm a bit knackered, you know?

And if I see Paul, I'll give him a boot up the arse

and send him home.

Bye.

JIM: Yeah. Bye, darling.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine revving ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Think of your kids.

How do you want to spend the time you've got left?

[ Music continues ]

I can help you.

No.

[ Music continues ]

No further questions at this time.

Interview terminated, 1900.

We'll find out one way or another.

I gave you a chance.

[ Door closes ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Owen, where's Paul?

Paul went home.

Owen. Where is he?

OWEN: I don't know.

Look. I know your pal was at my daughter's house this morning.

-I didn't know. -Where's Paul, Owen?

Where is he?!

[ Music continues ]

PAUL: [ Grunting ]

[ Liquid bubbling ]

What should I do now, huh?

You know...

...you had the chance to help me, to put things right.

Now you're just a problem, aren't you?

No. I'm --

Stop whining! Where are your balls now, huh?!

You had them earlier, didn't you,

when you wanted to fuck me?!

You had them earlier!

[ Groans ]

Where are they now, huh?

Huh? Where are they fucking now?

[ Engine revving ]

[ Music continues ]

The guys I work for, they're not happy with me --

because of you.

'Cause you got me kicked out,

'cause I had to sell the gear for fuck all.

And now I can't make it up.

You fucked me! [ Breathing heavily ]

I'm not gonna die for you. No, no, no.

Maybe I should ransom you... and make it up.

Who'd pay for you? Huh?

For you?

-Who'd pay for this?! -[ Grunts ]

Or else I'm gonna have to kill you, aren't I?

Aren't I, eh?!

'Cause if I have to go, you have to go.

-Do you know what I mean? -No. Please, Kian. Please!

-Shut up! -[ Groans ]

You thieving little bastard! Shut up!

No one's gonna miss you, huh?!

Not your kids, not your wife!

And I'm gonna tell her about this myself, huh?

No, she -- she won't be able to fight me off either, will she?

Will she?!

-[ Door rattles ] -JIM: Paul!

[ Grunts ] Jesus Christ.

[ Grunting ]

[ Grunting ] No! Stop!

[ Music continues ]

Paul!

-Stop it! -[ Grunts ]

Paul?

Paul.

Paul.

[ Gags, coughs ]

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Oh, God.

[ Music continues ]