All language subtitles for Blood S01E06

CAT: It's my dad.
I think he killed her.

One of your frog things
is missing.

MICHAEL: Dad was here
the day Mam died.

What are you doing?
That's Mam's phone.

CAT:
Listen to that.

JIM:
How dare you threaten me?

He -- He's been lying.

Are you sure this is from Jim?

I think he felt sorry for me
after the break-in.

MICHAEL: Mam took that
just before she died.

That's the frog.

SARAH:
Did you take the money, Jim?

I mean, why couldn't you
leave it alone?!

Why didn't we just go?!

CAT: Jesus Christ, Dad, you've
got to tell me the truth now.

Did you kill her?

JIM:
You wanted the truth, Cat.

- You were right.
- [ Sobs ]

I killed your mother.

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ Click, beeping stops ]

Morning.

Hello.

Sleep all right?

I did.

- A little.
- Good.

Well, okay.

Here we go.

That's it, that's it.

Good.

Now...

I dreamed I was back in Flood's.

Yeah? [ Chuckles ]

I was dancing.

Here we go.

Now.

And down.

There you are.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Water sloshing ]

MARY: Did you know that dogs
have sex backwards?

- JIM: What?
- Arse to arse.

Apparently the male
turns his whole body 'round

while he's still inside
the bitch, then ejaculates.

What are you talking about,
Mary?

It came up
on one of my newsfeeds.

I think it's fascinating.

When's the last time
you saw a dog

hump the leg of a chair
with his arse?

Oh, there's a video.

No, thank you.

[ Dog barking]

Oh, dear God.

I mean, he really does turn
around at the end, doesn't he?

I mean, is it the angle,
do you think?

Why does he turn away like that?

Shame, probably.

- MICHAEL: Morning.
- Yeah.

What have I caught you watching?

- JIM: Nothing.
- Dogs having sex.

Backwards.

Good thing you specified that,

or it would've
been really weird.

Good morning, Mary.
Dr. Hogan.

Oh, yeah, Patricia's here.

- You ready to go, Dad?
- Yeah.

- How are you today?
- I'm fine.

- How are you, my darling?
- Late.

I've got a great evening
planned for us, though.

- Excited?
- I'm intrigued.

PATRICIA: Jim?

Patricia.

Look, I'm sorry
to keep bringing this up...

No, no, no.
I'm -- I'm -- I'm sorry.

We're just a bit
disorganized here.

I promise
I'll sort you out tomorrow.

It's not me
doing the chasing here.

Very soon the company is
gonna tell me to stop coming.

Well, it won't come to that,
I promise you.

First thing tomorrow, you'll
get everything you're owed.

Give you my word on that.

I'm certain your practice would
help if things are difficult.

Look, we're fine.
We're fine.

- Michael, come on.
- I'm just trying to help.

Yeah, I know, Patricia,
and I'm sorry.

And I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention
any of this to Mary

because, frankly, I don't want
her getting worried, you know?

It'd be great if she got some
of that sun today, you know?

See you later, Mam.

Bye!

[ Door closes ]

JIM: Listen, Michael,
I thought you might be, uh --

you might be a able
to drop a couple of shifts,

give your mother
a bit of a hand out at home.

Are you getting rid of Patricia?

No, no.
I'm just thinking ahead.

Your mother's in decline,
and she's not very happy.

I just thought it'd be nice
if one of us

was about the house,
during the week especially.

You know, Fiona's got the kids,

and Cat's not gonna help, so...

Don't know.
I'll have to ask my supervisor.

- It's not very flexible.
- Okay.

Well, who knows?

You might get a new job
going forward, Michael.

Unless you think
that SuperPrice, of course,

is your final vocation.

Why don't you ask Sarah?
You pay her enough.

JIM: Excuse me?

Nothing.

No, don't be a coward.
Go on, just say it.

You pay her rent, Dad.
We all know.

If you can't afford
to pay the carer,

I shouldn't be the one
making sacrifices.

This is not about Patricia.
This is not about Sarah.

I'm not trying to
cost-cut here, Michael.

I'm trying to make
your mother happy.

And anyway, I pay for you,
don't I, no?

30 years of age.
Still living at home.

Drop me off here.
I'll walk the rest of the way.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Look, just ask your supervisor.
That's all I'm saying.

BARRY:
[ Muffled speaking]

[ Breathing heavily ]

I don't know.
What you think?

Sorry. I...
[ Clears throat ]

You want, uh, some more, Barry?
That it?

If you think it's working.

Um...

I'll tell you what.

Uh, I'll, um...

I'm gonna give you
a couple of months, yeah?

And, um,
I'll put you on repeats.

Here you are.

If you need anything else,
just give me a call, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

- [ Breathing heavily ]
- [ Telephone rings ]

Hello?

SARAH: Hey, will I send in
the next one?

Um...

Just give me a minute, yeah?

[ Thud, chair wheel spins ]

Coffee.

Are you all right?

Oh! Yeah.
Yeah, absolutely fine, thanks.

Any news from Mrs. Corcoran?

No, I've been calling,
but she's not answered.

That's not like her.

Do you want me
to call an ambulance?

No, I'll -- I'll --
I'll drop in on her.

Really?
Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah,
it's on my way home, yeah.

I could go with you. We could
get a drink maybe after.

I think I need
to go home tonight.

Okay.

[ Door opens ]

- [ Exhales slowly ]
- [ Door closes ]

- Have you taken it yet?
- Ah! Stay still.

I'm just paranoid
that Dad's gonna show up.

He's going to be late.
He called.

There.

No, wait.
It didn't work.

Christ.

Mam.

Do you think I'm disappointing?

What's your father
been saying now?

It's just that Cat's
all successful with her job

and her place.

Fiona's got the kids.

I'm just here
working at the SuperPrice.

And making your mother
very happy.

Now, shut up
and let me take a photo.

Right.

And hide the spliff.

All right.

- [ Camera shutter clicks ]
- There.

Look at that smile.

I look stoned.

Yeah.

You look a little like
your father when he was young.

He was the one who grew up
doing this sort of thing.

I was a nice,
well-mannered convent girl

until he corrupted me
with his wayward influences.

Piss off.

I swear to you.

He was getting high
in his bike leathers

when I was doing my Inter Cert.

He was not the man
he fancies himself now.

Wow.

So you liked a bit of rough?

Ah, he was
a sweet little thing, really.

Not unlike you.

You should put this
on one of those dating apps.

Oh, God, Mam.

Find a nice young man
for yourself.

Mam, the only gay men

in a 15-kilometer radius
from around here

are priests, priests,
and priests.

Not really my sort of thing.

I hope you can tell him one day.
Your father.

I want you to be able
to talk about things.

The way wedo.

- What happened to your arm?
- Oh, nothing.

I just slipped.
Par for the course.

Mam, I'm thinking about
dropping a few shifts,

helping out around here.

I'm dying, Michael,
I'm not senile.

Yeah, but we'd have some fun.

More fun than you have
with your wan Patricia.

[ Imitating Patricia ] Mary,
where's your bib, Mary?

Where's your diaper, Mary?

Ohh!

Go live your life.

You're not going to feel better
about me dying

just because you spent
my final days

changing my knickers.

MICHAEL: [ Laughs ]

This is wonderful.

Hello?

Rita?

Mrs. Corcoran?

Hello?

- [ Thuds ]
- Jesus Christ!

I've called the police!

- Rita, it's me.
- I don't know you!

It's Dr. Hogan
from the surgery.

You missed your appointment.

You know,
we were worried about you.

Look, I brought
your prescriptions.

- Jim?
- [ Chuckling ] Yeah.

- I couldn't see you there.
- Oh, yeah.

- How did you get in?
- The door was wide open.

Go on, we can sit down.
You're all right.

I haven't really
called the police.

No, I-I know that, yeah.

There you go.
[ Grunts ]

There we are.

I find it hard
to stay awake sometimes.

I'm always waking up somewhere.

I never have any idea
what time it is.

Yeah, well, I don't think
you should be drinking,

considering the combination
of medication you're on,

if you don't mind me saying.

I don't mind.

Whether I'll listen...

[ Sighs ]

Ah, go on.
You will.

[ Chuckles ] God.

You're just a constant source
of trouble, aren't you?

If you don't join me, I'll have
to have it all to meself.

And the Lord knows what
that'll do to my good health.

[ Laughing ]

Right. Good luck.

Mm.

You look like shit.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, easy now.

Oh!

Ah, well, where would
you get it?

[ Humming tune ]

♪ The minstrel boy
to the war is gone ♪

♪ In the ranks of death
you will find him ♪

♪ His father's sword
he has girded on ♪

♪ And his wild harp
slung behind him ♪

♪ "Land of Song!"
said the warrior bard ♪

♪ "One faithful harp ♪

♪ Shall praise thee" ♪

[ Snores ]

[ Sighs ]

Right.

[ Snoring ]

MARY: Jim?

Can you...?

Yeah, of course.

That's all right.

I didn't wake you when
I came in last night, did I?

MARY:
I didn't really sleep.

I'm sorry about that.

Did you go somewhere nice?

She doesn't have to be
your secret, Jim.

I'd prefer it if she wasn't.

I know our weekend-in-Paris days
are over.

I was with a patient.

She was unwell
and needed some company.

Did she, now?
Fair play to her.

I wouldn't mind
seeing a bit of you

out of working hours myself.

Well, look,
I'm around for the weekend.

Uh, the weather's
supposed to be nice.

Maybe we could
tidy up the garden.

I want to have a proper talk.

About the future.

And what is it exactly is it
you'd like me to do here, Mary?

I mean, I wish I could
make things better, yeah?

[ Knock on door ]

It's Patricia.

Can we pay her today?

JIM: Jesus.

[ Doors lock ]

BREEN: Dr. Hogan.

- Have you heard what happened?
- No.

One of your patients
has had some property stolen.

She thinks at some point
over the last couple of days.

Uh, Rita Corcoran?

What? That's awful.

Yeah, it looks like
money mostly now.

But we can't be too sure
because, uh,

well, she's not entirely clear.

She said you called around
yesterday evening, Doctor.

Yeah, I did.
Yeah.

You notice anything?

Uh, well -- well, I mean,
her door was open,

which I found very strange,
and I'm surprised she didn't --

Did she not s-say anything
about that?

She'd missed her appointment.
She doesn't usually.

So that's why we were worried.

That's why Dr. Hogan
went 'round.

Yeah, I -- you know, I checked
her out, she seemed fine.

Everything was fine when I left.

I might need you to call down
to the, uh, station

and put what you've said
in writing.

Nothing serious now,
you understand.

Just, uh, so we have
all our ducks in a row.

Yeah, and I'm sure
we'll find a time.

The sooner the better, now, Jim.

Yeah.
Oh, yeah, absolutely.

[ Door opens ]

[ Pills rattling ]

[ Water runs, stops ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Mam, did you see
any of my white tops?

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Shit, I'm gonna be late!

Patricia!

Do you have any of my white tops
in the wash?

PATRICIA: I told you to check
the hot press.

MICHAEL:
There's none there!

PATRICIA: Look again!

MICHAEL: Jesus, doesn't anybody
want to fucking help?

[ Door closes ]

It's not there!

Patricia!

PATRICIA: Jesus, Michael.

[ Shouts indistinctly ]

Oh.
You all right?

Yeah, I was j-just getting you
a top.

Thanks.

[ Voice mail beeps]

MARY: It's me.

I found something
in your drawer.

You might want to find better
hiding places in the future.

I don't know what your plans
are for the rest of the night,

but I want you to cancel them
and come home.

I want you to explain this
to me truthfully.

Don't make me find out
some other way.

WOMAN'S VOICE: To replay
this message, press two.

To delete this message...

MARY: Mary here.
Leave a message.

[ Beeps]

How dare you threaten me?

You've no idea.
You don't know the first thing.

I will be home tonight,
and we will talk about this.

[ Door closes ]

MARY:
You got my message, then?

I got yours.

JIM: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
spoken to you like that.

Before you go telling
one of your stories,

I have asked around.

People are saying
Rita has been robbed.

Is this why you went
to her house?

She missed an appointment.
I was concerned.

For Christ's sake, Mary,

this was a half-pissed,
spur-of-the-moment thing.

I didn't plan it!

Michael is upstairs.

Look, I-I -- I was supposed to
give the money back.

I was -- I-I meant
to give it back today.

I just wish
you'd said something.

- If we're in trouble...
- I didn't want to worry you.

You're too proud, Jim.
You're too proud to talk to me.

You're too proud
to ask for help.

And now you're behaving

like you're still
some delinquent from the bog.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

[ Bottle cap unscrews ]

[ Liquid pouring ]

What are we doing, Jim?

What are we trying to save?

I don't know.

We both know
this doesn't get any better.

Not for me.

I can barely leave the house.

Our children are grown.
They have their own lives.

I've savored every last moment
with you all.

I've made my final memories.

All I'm doing is waiting.

And now I want to go.

You see?
This -- This is it, you see?

This is it. This is why
I didn't say anything to you.

Because you just think
you're a burden.

But you aren't a burden.
Mary, you aren't.

This isn't about you.

I've always said
there would come a time

when I would
want to make a choice.

We both know
what this thing does.

We know how it ends.

I'll be unable to move
or speak...

...or breathe on my own.

I won't wait
for that to happen, Jim,

for my body to die before I do.

It's my death, Jim, and...

...I believe I've been spared

the last of my faculties
this long

so I can decide
how and when it happens.

You're just depressed.
That's all it is.

You know,
I can help you with that.

This isn't coming from a place
of sadness, my darling.

This is coming
from a place of peace.

I want to die happy.

Let me help you.

You know how to help me.

Look, just give me
the weekend, yeah?

I mean, that's all I'm asking.
Just give me the weekend.

We can do all the things
that you love to do,

and -- and -- and you'll feel
completely differently after.

Just give me the weekend.

Can you do that?

This is different.

JIM: Yeah, to hell
with the weekend, I thought.

I'm gonna take
a couple of extra days off.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

We're going to have
an extended weekend.

I'm sorry I couldn't arrange
the trip to Paris,

but I think we can make
a good job of it

here ourselves anyway.

- Will we?
- We certainly will.

Now, I'm gonna be by your side
the whole time

and do all the things
you want to do.

You won't be able
to get rid of me.

[ Laughs ]

No, no, no, not -- not that one.

- But it's dead.
- That's -- That's not dead.

It's a baby.

It's finding its way in a cruel
and complicated world.

Leave it alone.

[ Indistinct talking on radio]

Cat can't make it tomorrow.

What, again?

I mean, you know,
how many times is that?

I'm sure she's just
rushed off her feet.

Yeah, right.

You'll look after her,
won't you?

- What?
- Cat.

You'll try with her?

She doesn't ask for help,
but she'll need it.

Of course, of course.

I really don't want her
to be on her own.

[ Groans ]

Oh, for Christ's sake,
sweetheart.

Come on.
What are you doing?

Here, up, up, up, up.

[ Grunts ]

All right?
That's it.

Come back.
Let's get you into the chair.

Let's get you
into the chair now.

There you go.

Oh!

Okay, okay.

Oh, there we are.

Fish.
Feeding the fish.

It's just the heat, you know?

You're probably dehydrated
as well.

Just need to lie down for a bit.

Hello, darling.
How are you?

Is it -- Is it night?

It is, yes.

And do you know what?

I've made you a bite to eat.

- Are you coming?
- [ Mechanical whirring ]

- Well...
- Yeah. Why not?

[ Laughing ] What are you doing?

- [ Laughs ]
- Stop.

Stop.

JIM: [ Grunts ]

That's it.

Now...

Grand.
There we go.

There you are.

Good.

[ Laughs ]

MARY: [ Laughs ]

Willkommen and bienvenue,
madame.

[ Both laughing ]

Oh, dear!

This is ridiculous.

Allez, allez.
Bien sûr.

Allez, allez.
Allez, allez.

I don't believe it.

Yeah? [ Laughs ]
Sit down there, love.

- Un peu de vin?
- Oh, please!

There you go, love.

Sit down there, love.

That's it.
You'll be grand.

- MARY: [ Laughs ]
- Ahh, yeah!

Good!

- And...
- [ Glasses clink ]

...dinner is served.

Hey!

Thank you, darling.

Don't say
I'm not thinking about you, huh?

MARY: [ Laughs ]

"Accent." Yeah?

Something, T-R,
something, S, something.

"Stress."

Ah so, yes, you're good, yeah.
Thank you for that.

Would you like another one?

Why don't we have
a little whiskey?

Eh! Certainly, yeah.

[ Gilbert O'Sullivan's

["Happiness Is Me and You" plays]

I haven't heard that in a while.

Yes, your old school dance.

You in that dreadful suit.

God.

I was so frightened
you were gonna turn me down,

and all your friends
were there laughing at me.

I'd come such a long way
just to ask you to dance.

What was the name
of that huge nun?

Sister Clare.

No.

No, Sister Martina.

That's it.
Sister Martina.

- Jesus.
- [ Laughs ]

Do you remember she caught us
in the toilet?

You had your hand
down my trousers.

I felt like such a deviant.

Get out of it.
You were loving it.

[ Both laugh ]

How's your legs there, love?
Here, look.

Up. We'll have
a look at it there, now.

Ah! That's it.

[ Sighs ]

♪ Happiness is me and you ♪

♪ There may be girls
that I'll remember ♪

♪ Who've made me happy
for a while ♪

♪ But none of them
compare with you, my love ♪

There you go.
All right?

♪ However hard
they all may try ♪

There we are now.

There you go.

♪ If the bus
that we're taking ♪

That's it.

♪ Has for ages
kept us waiting ♪

♪ What does it matter? ♪

♪ Even in a queue ♪

♪ Happiness is me and you ♪

♪ Happiness is me and you ♪

[ Whistling tune ]

[ Knocking ]

- Ah. Wicko.
- Is this not a good time?

You said today was all right,
but I can come another time.

No, no, you're grand,
you're grand. How much is it?

20.

Who is it, Jim?

Oh, you're all right, Mary.
It's just Wicko.

You all right, Mrs. H?

Very well!

WICKO: Thanks.

Is, uh, Michael in?

No, no, he's just gone
to his work.

Well, uh, say hi to him for me.

I will, yeah.
See you in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, Mrs. H.

MARY: Bye!

Here, look, if you give me
five minutes

I can help you out with this.

I just want to feed the fish.

Yeah, so do you want me
to get you your chair?

No, I'll sit on the garden seat,
sure.

- Are you sure?
- Stop fussing.

All right, okay.

Well, look, I'll come
and join you in a minute.

I've just got to
do these -- thing here.

[ Sighs ]

[ Glass breaks ]

Ah!

Oww.

[ Groans softly ]

Jesus!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Mary, Jesus.

MARY: [ Wheezing ]

What the hell have you done?

Wait, wait, wait.
Jesus Christ.

[ Wheezes ]

I'll just get the phone.
I'll go and phone the ambulance.

[ Weakly ] No, no.
Plea-- Plea-- Plea--

What?

Please. Do it.

Please, please, please.

Please.

Don't ask me.

Do it.

Please.

Please.

Please.

[ Wheezing ]

I love you.

[ Wheezing ]

[ Wheezing continues ]

- [ Wheezing stops ]
- [ Sobbing ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

JIM: That's it.

That's what happened, Cat.

That's the truth.

I never got to say goodbye.

[ Siren wailing ]

Oh...

[ Sobbing ] I'm so sorry, Dad.

Oh, no.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

[ Sobbing ]

It's all right, darling.
It's all right.

I'll tell them everything.

I'll tell them everything.

It's all right.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Down-tempo music continues ]