All language subtitles for 11Holding - S01E011 - Aflevering 1.eng

You all right, son?

- I can't! I can't. I can't.
- Help!

I just can't.
Somebody!

Telephone!

She won't stop ringing!

Well, look,
I'll make that into a roll

and you can take it with you,
right?

Finally!

It's brown.

It is.

Are my customers to be confronted
every day with a brown house?

Well, I suppose.

We have made an agreement
as a village.

Willy could've had a Tuscan yellow
or a duck egg blue!

Not shite brown.

You've made a great job of it,
Stephen.

Thanks a million, Sergeant. Let
me know if the barracks needs doing.

We're meant to be Colourful Cork!

We're lagging
behind Ballydehob and Schull.

I have maintained my composure,
but this takes the fecking cake.

With respect, this really isn't
a Garda matter, Mrs. O'Driscoll.

Oh, busy, were you, Sergeant?

You want a cup of coffee, PJ?

No, thanks a million, Aoife.

I see you, Willy McCarthy! You come
out here and face me, you coward!

It's just not a crime,
Mrs. O'Driscoll.

Ah.

You're gonna take my eye out,
Abigail.

Well, will you hold it steady?
I am holding it steady.

That's it. It'd never cross
Evelyn's mind to help!

Maybe she's busy.
Don't bother her, please.

Just because you're terrified
to tell her your news.

No. Abigail, don't.

Don't...
Evelyn!

Evelyn!

Evelyn!

Evelyn!

Evelyn!

Bollocks.

Right, guys, come on.

All right, come on. We're late.

Not in front of the kids, Mam.

Carmel, take that bucket
off your head.

D'you not want my toast?
That girl doesn't need feeding.

Have as much as you want, love.

One, two, three!

One's a fairy,
one's touched in the head.

Do you want your quizzes on?
I'll watch my Julie Andrews.

I'll fast forward through the Nazis.

Put on some make up
if you're heading into town.

Why aren't you in school?

Head given you time off
for good behaviour?

I was going to take you
for brunch in Skibb, actually.

Why?
Can I not just take you for brunch?

When have you ever had brunch?
Evelyn, please.

OK, yeah.
Brunch'd be delightful. Thanks.

Why are you being weird?

She's moving to San Francisco.
Ah...

She needs to know.

I was going to tell you at brunch!

Stop saying fucking "brunch".

How long for?
For good.

I meant how long
have you been planning this?

But good to know
you're never coming back

A few months. I'm sorry.

We can't just sit here,
the three of us just rotting away.

Right. There's nothing keeping you
here either, Ev.

Is that an invite?

Nice.

They're finally knocking down
the old Burke house today, Evelyn.

I'm going for a swim.

Hi, Garda Collins!
Hi, Cathal. Oh!

Thanks.

Hiya, Carmel.
Hi.

I bought her a new bucket.

That's a smashing bucket.

Morning, Mrs. Riordan.
Hi, Sergeant.

How's your mother?
Still breathing.

Oh!

Aye, sure,
you're lucky to still have her.

Mam, we're going to be late!

Go on, you have to go.
Sorry, Sergeant.

Mam, they're calling the register
now!

Oh, you'll be arresting me
for murder

Bye.

Seat belt, please.

All right, lads? I'll just nip in
and have my breakfast, all right?

Yeah.
Good man.

What are you doing?
I, er...

Are you having a wank, Sergeant?
- PJ?!

Excuse me.
'PJ!'

Thank you.

'PJ! Come 'ere!'

'PJ!'

We're after finding
something of concern, PJ.

Did you dig through a pipe?

Bones.
Cow bones?

Not cow bones!
They're human.

Miss Ross!

Er... Er... OK, er...

Jesus. Er...

Er, right, I, er, need you
to rope off this, er, area

while I go and get something
decent to cover the bones.

Can we keep working?

No, I'm sorry, lad.

I need you to ensure that
absolutely nobody enters this area

until I return with... er...

..forensics.

Forensics. Excuse me.

Ah-ha.

I'd say it's been there
a fair few years.

It would be brilliant if the coroner
could be informed and-and...

Oh! Thanks a million.

Yes,
Sergeant Patrick Joseph Collins.

No time for lunch today, Mrs. Meany!
No lunch?

They're sending forensics down.

But I've a beautiful piece of ham
here waiting for you.

Have you seen my notebook? They
found bones, up at the Burke farm.

What class of bones?

Oh... Adult, big skeleton,
man, I'd say, been there a while.

Jesus, Mary and Holy Saint Joseph.

Wasn't the son the last one
to be up there?

Aye. Tommy. Tommy Burke.

But he hasn't lived round here
for years, 20 years, maybe.

And it was just the one son?
Just the one, yes.

What's he up to now?
Well, how would I know that?

Right, well,
I'll have to track him down.

and, er, see what the forensics
has to say about the body.

Where's that notebook?

Notebook.
Oh!

Do you know what to do
for a murder?

Well, we don't know for sure
it's a murder!

Were the bones in a coffin?

Nah. I need to speak
to the rest of the village.

And that Evelyn Ross was there
when we found the body,

up in the old house.
And then there's the bride.

The bride?

Great. The Flinn Brothers
want four espressos, Aoife.

They sound very stressed.

A murder in Duneen!

Never jump to conclusions,
that's what my Padraig used to say.

Of course, it's clear who is either
the killer or the victim here.

Oh! Wasn't he a heartbreaker?

Who are you talking about?!
Tommy Burke.

Oh! Oh! Um...

Do you want to sit down,
Mrs. Riordan?

Of course you'll be shaky,
what with the news.

No, no, I'm fine,
Mrs. O'Driscoll, thanks.

Have you heard from Tommy
since he left?

No, I haven't.

I'm going to have to charge you
for the wine, I'm afraid.

Yeah, sorry. There you go,
and-and this as well, thanks.

You'll have to excuse
the state of me.

I've come at a bad time?

There's a dead body
in the neighbour's field.

There've been better days.

If Evelyn isn't here,
I'll just head off.

I don't understand
what you want with her.

Well, it's just
she was at the Burkes'

when we found the body.
Jesus!

Were they close, Evelyn and Tommy?

Why? What have people been saying?

Oh, nothing, nothing,

it's just she was there,
you know, up at the house.

You think my sister had something
to do with this? No, no!

Tommy helped us out around
the farm after our parents passed.

I'm sorry.
Real life can be

terrible fucking hard.

Will you not eat, Sergeant?

Oh, no, Mrs. Meany's already fed me.

At least have a slice
of the sourdough, it's decent.

So, it was just a friendship,
Evelyn and Tommy?

Here, I only raised the girl,
she doesn't tell me

who she's sleeping with,
if that's what you're implying.

Tommy was engaged, anyway.
To Brid Riordan?

Poor Brid, standing at the back
of the church in her wedding gown,

waiting for him to turn up.
He never did.

She hasn't been the same since,
God love her.

But she has her family.

And she has the drink.

Do you want to get that?
Oh, yes, yes, sorry, sorry.

Sergeant Collins?

Right, right. Calm down, lads.

Yeah, I'm on the way,
I'll be there in a minute.

Thanks a million.
Everyone wants a piece of you now.

Ah!
You can take the bread with you.

No, thank you.
You get back to your cattle.

How are you feeling about all this?

It's a lot to take in.

People still see me as a blow-in.

Kind of feel like a blow-in,
wherever I go.

How long have you been here now?

Three years, ten months.

I'd say you have the benefit
over the rest of us.

You've fresh eyes. You'll be fine.

Mam? Mam?

They have goat yoga!
What?

Shouldn't you be at brunch?

Evelyn stormed off.
Who's doing goat yoga?

A woman in San Francisco.
I found her on Instagram.

So you told her?
Yep.

And she made it about herself,
as always.

Abigail is still being supportive.

Finally untying you
from her apron strings.

I'm sure she'd like to throttle me.

We're going to be together.
That's all that matters.

This bloody dead body!

We're not gonna get
any of them to concentrate today.

I'm not gonna be able
to concentrate today!

Six weeks, we're free! Goat... yoga!

I got your message.

How long have you got?

40 minutes?
Come on, then.

You wouldn't let me put it
in you first time round.

Things are different now, Stephen.

Find a condom.

They found him, then.

You forgot to deliver
the wedding cake.

Shit!

No, they're great, but I...

Sergeant Collins!
Excuse me.

You got here fast, Alan.
As the man in charge of

the investigation, Sergeant Collins,

is there anything you can keep
the people of Duneen across?

Is the body Tommy Burke?

Or one of his victims?

Remains have been found, we cannot
at this moment ascertain...

Should we start locking our doors?

You should be locking your door
anyway, Mrs. O'Driscoll.

How many Duneens are there?
We've spent an hour

looking around
the wrong bloody place.

Sorry, skipper.
We won't be doing press calls.

Detective Sergeant Norma Casey,
Cork.

I assume you're Sergeant Collins?

Delighted to be working with you.
I can run through my thinking...

I'm not spending weeks down here
in the arse end of nowhere.

You can update Dunne here.

I'm not babysitting.

Don't talk to me about childcare.

Boy wonder here is in charge.

I hope you're better with murders
than you are the sat nav.

My car, skipper.
Er, Sergeant Collins has a car.

Er, hello? Yeah.
Just Calpol them, Imelda.

If you could show me
the site, Sergeant.

Right, yes.
How humiliating!

Now, ladies... there you go.

You've a day off from the shop
today, Eileen, have you?

Aoife likes it
when I leave her in charge.

I think she's slowly planning
a hostile takeover.

You haven't heard
from Tommy Burke, then, Evelyn?

After all these years?

Is he on The Facebook?

Sure didn't someone see him
get on the bus to Cork?

The morning of his wedding
to poor Brid Riordan.

The mess of you, Evelyn,
right here the night before.

Sure, we were all langers.
It was Burkey's stag, remember?

Tommy called it his wake.

Fecking hags
knitting at the guillotine.

Thank you.

Are you all right, Miss Ross?

It was just bones...

..not like seeing a fresh one.

You and Tommy were close.

The real cop's here now, hon,
you can calm down.

Right.

No, no, no, no, no!

All right, Evelyn? I told you,
not till your 18th birthday,

I'll buy you a pint myself,
not losing my licence.

What's a couple of months, Mr. Byrne?
I thought you were cool, boy.

Wind your neck in, Stephen, or I'll
phone your mammy. Little eejit.

You won't answer your phone.

Yesterday was a one-off.

I skipped hurling practice.

Well... Ah... I'll be
in the Funbulance if you want me.

I tidied that office up for you,
not for him.

Oh, it's good
for Dunne to be in charge.

I forgot, he's ten years old.

How's it going
with the Flynn brothers?

They're not happy.
None of us are happy.

All I wanna know is who
they bought the bloody land from,

not the history
of Irish building regulations.

Do you want me to sit in with you?

A friendly face
might calm them down a bit.

I'm doing fine in there.
Right.

Any word from forensics?

Yeah, they called. First look,
they do think the body's male.

Right.
Right.

Oh, here. There.
Brilliant!

There's, er,
some sandwiches, lads. Enjoy!

If there is a God,
he's an awful bollocks.

There's Yanks with deposits
on the bungalows already,

could we not keep working, PJ?
We'd make it worth your while.

You know that's not my style, lads.

It's a crime scene,

you won't be doing any work
till this is cleared up.

We've spent thousands already,
draining that land,

this could cripple us!

I'm guessing it wasn't Tommy Burke
who sold you the land?

Tommy was an only child.
Parents both dead.

Tommy left the village
in the summer of 2001,

hasn't been heard of since.

Fella was so cute, he could meet
himself round the corner.

What?
Foxy.

The man couldn't lie straight
in his bed.

Who sold you the land, lads?

Cousin, wasn't it, John?

Got the court
to issue a death certificate.

With no body?
Took the money

and bought a villa in Lanzarote.

Not even blood relatives.

They'd never met Tommy himself.
Huh.

So the body up at Burkes is male,
no-one has seen Tommy in 20 years,

not even to sell the place...

Do you want me to bring you
back up there, Detective,

show you Tommy's home?

So, Reynard the Fox
was in the chicken coop,

and the chickens were so scared,
they all stared at him,

and they each popped out an egg
at the side of him.

And do you know what he said?

What?
Reynard the Fox said...

I'm going to gobble you all up!

Gobble, gobble, gobble,
gobble, gobble!

Don't move, Cathal!

Daddy!

I can't, Carmel,
I've blood all over me.

How's the calf?
He's useless.

He's sensitive.
But things die.

They found a skeleton
near school, Daddy.

Did they, indeed?
Tommy Burke.

Your mammy couldn't fit
into her wedding dress, Carmel,

we had to take it out twice.

There, but for the grace of God!

Cathal!
Off you go. Tommy was a real man...

..only after the land between
your legs, though, Brid, wasn't he?

I'll eat this in the yard.

He'd have joined the farms together.

I'd still be in my house and we'd be
in a better state than we are now,

without wet blanket here.

We need to talk about the drinking.

Enough, Mam.
He wasn't talking about me.

Finally know what my mam means
about going for your dreams.

You can talk about it with me,
you know.

Well, the lads are coming to smoke
some weed, play some music,

but we can hang out till then.

Just... don't speak, Stephen.

The dead body, I mean.

It's not the first time you've...

What the fuck?!

What's wrong with you?!

I, er, I brought the, er, cake
over to Ahakista for the wedding.

Though from the looks of them,
they're not cake people.

Are we gonna talk about him, then?

At least people will stop saying
that Tommy ran away.

Always suited you, didn't it?

Picking his leftovers from the bin.

I thought we said only weekends.

I've only had a small glass.
These are circumstances.

You're turning into your mother.

Don't be ridiculous!
I have complete control of myself.

That's it. Come on, now.

Thank you.
You're a joke.

An old joke that isn't funny
anymore.

So, the Ross Sisters
are over there,

and Anthony and Brid Riordan

are just across the road beyond...
Follow me, please.

Cork must have faith in you,
to leave you

in charge of a case like this.

It's a bit of an arse,
to be honest with you.

I'd much rather be solving
real crimes.

Right.
Does it ever get dark down here?

Not until around ten o'clock
in the summer.

I bet you get some good swimming.

Sea's bigger than all of us,
people forget that.

Where are you from?

Dubliner!
Ah.

Those Cork lads
needed my brain, so... And you?

Here and there.

They always say West Cork's
the place where people go to hide.

In the Cold War,
people used to point on a map

and realised that West Cork

was probably the safest place
in the world.

It's a funny thing
for an officer to go after safety.

I'd get bored.

Oh!

Kids, huh?

That's gross.

Tommy Burke just vanished
20 years ago.

We have no-one to match the body to,
but my gut is telling me it's him.

Where are his parents?
St. Bridget's graveyard.

We need to speak to Brid Riordan
and Evelyn Ross, the neighbours.

Tommy seems to have been involved
with both women

at the time of his disappearance.

Hmm. Genius, man.

This is our only viable line
of enquiry, so we pursue it.

The women? We match the body
to the Burke parents.

Oh, no, no,
people won't be happy with that.

This is a small village,
they need to be handled delicately.

You're a Garda, not a therapist!

We will exhume
Mr. and Mrs. Burke's bodies.

Hey, honey.

OK. Oh, ca-calm down.

Calm down. Yeah. I'm at work.

Hold on, lads.
You said you'd wait till after Mass!

You should have let me say
something, it's Sunday!

What are you doing, Garda?

We realise that this is a sensitive
matter for the community...

We're exhuming
the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Burke,

see if the remains are a DNA match.

Where's your exhumation order?

It would have been good of you
to let us know, Sergeant Collins.

Are you looking for Tommy?

Let's get you home, Kitty.

Is Mrs. Riordan OK?

Brid's not feeling very well.

Hiding away.
It's her wedding day all over again.

Mr. Riordan, we'd like to have
a word tomorrow if we can?

And your wife, too.

Of course. No bother.

"TB, BH."
Forensics found it with the bones.

Tommy Burke, Brid Harrington.

Kitty, Brid's mother,
she's Mrs. Harrington.

Oh! Bright and early tomorrow,
we interview everyone.

It's a bit far for me to go home,
I might kip over at the barracks.

Well, Cork's not that far.

All right, Peej, I get the message.
I...

Carry on, lads.

Do you want a tea?

Are you going mute on me again?

Is this about Tommy
or about me leaving?

Ev, you know this is my dream!

Oh! Tell me!
Tell me your big American dream!

I need to be myself.

And I need to be somewhere
that's gay.

Gay? Ireland's the gayest place
in the world.

Look at you, still wearing
your marriage equality badge

and your repeal badge,
and all your bloody badges.

What are you running away from?

I am bored

of constantly
watching the Evelyn show.

Is that you speaking or Susan?

Fuck off, Ev.
You fuck off!

Oh, I am. I am fucking off.

Because I've finally grown up

and gotten myself
a functional relationship.

Ooh! You fucking bitch!
Ow!

Enough! Enough! Enough!

Enough! Enough, the pair of you!

Now, people are gathering
at the pub. And we should be there.

I'm not having
everyone gawking at me.

Just leave her.

It's about respect,
respect for Mr. and Mrs. Burke

and respect
for the village of Duneen.

You shouldn't have exhumed
those bodies.

I, er, need your cooperation.
As a community.

So please come to...

Detective Dunne if you have
any information about Tommy Burke

before he disappeared.

I said it was for me.

You will stop
what you are doing with Evelyn

and we'll say no more about it.

Or you'll tell my mammy?

I'm being really well-behaved
about this whole situation,

so don't make me fuck it up for you.

Slainte.

Stephen. Give me the glass.

Well, here they all are together,
then, the emigrators.

Oh, so you'll be joining
Stephen and Susan, then, Florence?

I am, yeah.
How lovely.

A little gay family. What?

Duneen will be losing
two very fine teachers.

And your hurling, Stephen, will
they be playing that in America?

I'll see you at home.

That's enough for me, too, I think.

The ladies won't milk themselves.

I'll see you, then.
Yeah.

I can never understand myself
why you would emigrate.

You all come back eventually.

Well?

I'm grand, Cormac.

You're raking it in today.
Sure, you know,

every cloud as a silver lining.

Do you, er.. Do you wanna come up
for, er, a drink later?

I don't really have the energy
for sex, Cormac.

But thanks for asking.

Maybe next weekend, eh,
if you're lucky? See you.

Maybe we should wait
just a few months?

We've rented a condo!

It's just that... Evelyn...

I've quit my job,
I've booked flights,

my relationship with my son's
on a knife edge as it is.

But you know what she was like
after Dad...

Yeah, and you're grown women!

Let your sister
stand on her own two feet.

Susan...
I left my husband for you, Florence.

Brid and Evelyn.

Thick as thieves,
they used to be,

and now neither of them'll look
the other in the eye.

You think it was one of them.
Or both.

You've got eight here,
if you buy ten...

Just sell me the wine, please.

Are you doing all right,
Mrs. Riordan? Peachy.

I could join you?

Mrs. O'D
says you've no-one to talk to.

The wine.
OK.

'Hello from Cork City.

'So, the initial pathology results
have come back

'from the state pathologist.

'Look, something went
right through the fella's skull

'and out the other side,

'and we're looking at
a very violent murder here, Peej.

'Whoever did this
was really fecking angry.'

Hey! Hey! Evelyn! Evelyn Ross!

Evelyn!

Evelyn Ross, look at me! Come here!

Fuck off, Brid!

Oh, no! No. No!

Get your hands off me!

You bitch!

You can't run away for ever, Evelyn!

No, no, no, no. I can't.

I can't, I can't. I just can't.

I can't, I can't, I can't,
I can't, I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't, I can't, I can't.

I just can't.