All language subtitles for Holding - S01E03 - Aflevering 3.eng

They found bones
up at the Burke farm.

Jesus, Mary and Holy St. Joseph.

Who around here would have reason
to want Tommy Burke dead?

Apart from the woman
he left standing at the altar?!

Everyone thinks I killed Tommy.

He was fixated on Evelyn Ross!

Are you arresting me?
I'm watching you.

Get out of there!

I might potentially love you.

Whoo!

Why did you help me?

How dare you! How dare you!

Who do you think sent it?
I dunno.

The DNA from the exhumation is back.

The body, it's not Tommy Burke.

'And Duneen's annual concert,
Duneen Rocks, coming up.

'Great news for the village

'after all the nastiness
they've been through.

'You might remember
a body was discovered a while back,

'and can you believe local Gardi

'have still not identified
the corpse?!

'It's sitting idle
for over a month now

'while the Guards
twiddle their thumbs.

'I mean, the population
of Duneen is about 45!

'What's the problem?!'

Slow down, Aoife,
you're over the limit!

Hi, there!
Hi.

Jesus, PJ, you're out here again!

Having a rest, are you, now you gave
up trying to solve the murder case?

I did not give up!

The body wasn't Tommy's,
as well you know.

There were no other leads, so...
But who was it, then?

We don't know.

And what are you doing to find out?

Tommy Burke
could have murdered someone.

He could be on the run for murder
and no-one is trying to find him

or to find out what poor forsaken
corpse we have on our hands!

There were no other leads.

This is where I'm needed.

You must be missing Linus?

Hm.
Poor PJ.

I'm just doing my job,
Mrs. O'Driscoll.

Ah, yeah, of course.

Oh! And tell Mrs. Fecking Meany
she owes me 50 euro.

I think she's ghosting me.

Leave him alone, Eileen.

Huh!
Bye, Peej.

It's not Peej...
Ah, it doesn't matter.

Hello?

What do you think?

I think we need Linus.

Baby bones.
I expected you to be here already,

but they came to me first.

Straight to the top, Peej!

So, the remains were found just
outside, practically in the garden.

They found fibres.

The bones were decomposed,
but inside a little wicker basket.

They say they've been here decades.
Jesus!

Right at Tommy's door.

This is a mad one.

We find a body,

assume it's Tommy B.

It's not,
it can't be, the science says so,

and now we find a baby
a few metres away from him.

Sad things.
This has to be connected to Tommy.

He was shagging Evelyn and Brid.

A baby is dead. A man is gone.

We still have
an unidentified corpse!

Let's see which one is the mother
and get this solved, Peej.

Here, can I, er,
have my old sofa back?

How long are you staying?

Missed you, too, buddy.

Oh. What's been going on here?

This place is a kip, man,
no offence.

You need to give Mrs. Meany
a raise.

She quit.
What?!

Really? Headhunted?

No, I dropped her over
a pot plant, she never answered.

Is she all right?

I think so.

Pizza! Listen.

Maybe Brid found out
Evelyn had a secret Tommy baby

and couldn't hack the jealousy,
or maybe the other way round.

Or maybe something less sinister.

I don't know yet, but it's one of
those women's baby, has to be.

Are you all right?
Huh?

You look a bit demented.

Yeah, I'm grand. Shut up!

Hiya.
Look who it is.

God, how are you healing, Stephen?

He still has five weeks in the cast,
shattered the whole elbow.

You'll find
it hard to do your exams now!

After losing my place
on the Cork team,

a once in a lifetime gig, ruined,

I'm not thinking
about Higher fucking Maths!

I need to pop out.

Pigeon in a fuse box, no power,
so...

I'll see you at the pub.

Evelyn's opening up this morning.

'To my absent bride,
to poor old Brid,

'everyone, to poor old Brid.

'Brid!'
'Brid!'

Mummy?
Hmm?

I drew you a picture.
Why?

Because I love you
and you're so beautiful.

Oh, so beautiful.
Go on, off. Liar!

You fucking hypocrite!
What?!

Why are you blocking me out, Ev?

I can't do melodrama today,
Stephen.

That's it, yeah, so I'm binned,
done?

Look, we've talked about this,
it's...

You're all I have, Ev.

How can you do this? I can't play.

I can't go out with the lads. I'm...

I'm losing it.
I need you to go.

Please...
Get out.

OK.

I want to talk to you
about the wedding dress.

Look, forget that, it's irrelevant.
I want you to know...

They stopped digging up above again.
What's going on?

They found infant remains.

Oh, Christ. Whose are they?

We don't know yet.
I just thought you should know.

It's not my baby.

Why are you saying that?

That's what he's insinuating,
aren't you, PJ?

It's Evelyn you want.
They were shagging like animals.

Sure Brid and Tommy
barely even kissed, did ye? Did ye?

Well, look, lots of ground
to cover yet. I'll let you go.

Like I said,
I just thought you should know.

I'd like to speak with you.
PJ's meeting me here.

We've found infant remains
up at the Burke farm.

Ev, have you got change for 50?

Er, what?! Oh! Oh, Linus, look!

What's that mean?
You're a terrible gay.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm a bit late!
Croissant now, is it?

Oh, I didn't leave him
any breakfast.

Barracks are in an awful state
without Mrs. Meany, so...

Can we focus?
We need to speak to Evelyn.

Maybe she's got
a nervous exhaustion. What?

Mrs. O'D says Mrs. Meany
hasn't taken a day off in decades.

She's cleaned for everyone in Duneen
at some stage, even your ex, Evelyn.

Who?
Tommy B.

She was the Burke family's cleaner,
wasn't she? Was she?

Why would she not tell you
she worked for the Burkes?

You two are thick as thieves.

I don't think I know
her first name, to be honest,

and she's worked for me for years.
Classy

Listen, I should have told you,

I think Mrs. Meany had been sending
Brid Riordan sort of hate mail,

notes telling her to confess.

Seriously?
And did you question her about it?

Well, it wasn't relevant anymore.

The body wasn't Tommy Burke's.

I didn't want to upset her.

I don't like lies. Give me that.

Hello. Look, I know. I'm sorry...

I'm... I'm really, really sorry.

It is Tommy Burke's body that
ye found down there. It is him.

It is Tommy down there.

And I am so sorry
that I didn't tell you.

I am so sorry.

Take your time.
But now I'll have to go back a bit,

to when I was... much younger,
I suppose.

Yeah, when I was much younger.

I was very, very shy now
when I was young. Was very shy.

And with the boys... I was useless.

But there was one young fella, now,
his name was Francis.

And I noticed his neck at Mass,
like he had a beautiful neck.

Now, he wasn't from here at all, no,

he was from way out somewhere,
Roscommon or something.

But he would come down now
every Easter to visit his uncle.

And I used to watch him, you know.

To look at him.

There was a big parish party

and we had baked up
a rake of fairy cakes

and I was putting the little
cherries on the top, you know?

And the next thing,
someone grabbed my shoulder

and ripped me round hard

and kissed me on the mouth.

He stuck a bit of his tongue
into my mouth!

Oh, Jesus Christ,
it-it was just dreadful. Dirty.

It tasted like plaque,
I'll tell you.

And that was Francis.

And then of course
there was the Irish dancing.

I was very good at that, you know.

I've made a medal and all for that.

All through my early 20s, I danced
and I loved it, I lived for it.

And how is this connected to...
Let her speak.

Well, word came down anyway

that there was this big
competition coming to Cork city.

Now, when I say big, I mean big,

it was the Irish Championship trophy
we were dancing for.

So I was thinking to myself, I might
have a go at that, you know.

So I did.
And I started to practise at home.

And I'll tell you now I practised
and I practised and I practised.

And then the night
before the competition,

I went over to Foleys
and I bought myself

a pair of those beautiful, beautiful
thick silk stockings, you know,

do you remember them?
Oh, they're beautiful.

They make you want to dance,
you know.

And I took them under my arm.

Anyway, off I went on the bus
to Cork city.

And I went out onto the stage
and I started to dance.

And I can tell you I beat my feet
against that floor,

the hard dancing, and I had my hands
straight down beside my body.

And I danced and I danced.

And all this went on until I won!

I won the competition and I became
champion dancer of all Ireland!

Now, how about that?

And then they gave me
a little trophy.

And then it was all over
and everybody was going out,

so I went back
and I joined the others anyway

and we were walking along,

and I saw this youth leaning
on the wall, casual, like,

and didn't he wink at me
and waved his hand at me!

And didn't that turn out to be
Francis!

Francis from the church,
the neck, that Francis.

Oh, then I knew!

I knew that he was going to take me
to that new posh restaurant

down on Jannone Street
beside the bank.

But then, so I didn't notice at all

that he walked me round, sort of,

and we were suddenly up there
against that big black wall,

you know, behind the supermarket,
and we were standing there,

anyway, and he took the trophy
out of my arm

and he put it down on the ground
and then he took off his jacket,

and he folded that neat, like,
and he put it down,

gently on the ground.

And then he stood in front of me
and he put his two hands,

like, on my shoulders...
and then he pushed me.

He pushed me so hard
against that black wall,

that I thought my back was broken.

Oh, and then it started, I can tell
you, the kissing and the kissing

and the tongue out again.

And ten years later, it tasted
the very same, still plague.

Up around my ears,
it was in my neck, it was everywhere

and was fiddling around,
I mean, sure, what could I do?

You can't say no! You know?

And on he went
and he was feeling my breasts

and he was doing this
and he was doing that.

And he forced in down below now

and that hurt a bit,
do you know what I'm saying?

And on he went and he was, er,
he was attacking me,

you know, he was compromising me.

It was dreadful,
but he wa... Well..

What he was doing,
is he was raping me.

That's what that man did now,
he raped me.

And from that rape...

I got pregnant.

Now, that's a laugh at me,
me pregnant, can you imagine that?

Sure, what did I know about babies
and children? Nothing!

A girl who dialled 999

when she got her first period,
at that bit of blood.

Pregnant.
Sure, what would I do? I had no-one.

Who could I talk to?
So I couldn't tell my mother.

But I had a little stroke of luck
here now.

The weather was beautiful.

So I was able to go
up above to Casey's field,

and sleep there
for four or five nights.

And it was grand. It was dry.
And the baby?

At this stage,
I did not know Tom Burke at all.

But I knew him to see,
so I was just strolling

down the street one day
and I saw him coming towards me.

And didn't he stop and start
talking to me about the weather

and then before I knew it,

he'd offered me a job.

A job up on the Burke Farm cleaning,
cooking a bit, do you know?

So I went up there and do it.

And Mrs. Burke, she opened the door.

Deirdre, that was her name.

And then one day, didn't she tell me
that she was pregnant too?

So she was two months
ahead of me, mind you.

So there we were, two girls
in the house together, pregnant.

She toil up in the basin
and me'd toil up in the bucket.

So we'd went on, you know,
living our lives and everything

and I was down in the kitchen
one night,

there on my own,

and I heard a noise
up in the bedroom. And I knew.

So, now I was very big
at this stage,

but I went up the stairs,

and I opened the door.

Tom was standing there like a fool.

Well, you know, nature takes over,
I suppose, and I did,

I helped anyway and a little head, I
saw a little head coming out of her

and then the baby,
the full baby came out.

One dear little girl.

But wasn't-wasn't the baby dead.

The baby was dead.

And I had to tell Deidre that.

And when I told her,
oh, Jesus, she was a broken women.

She broke at that moment,
and she started to cry.

A different cry, it was dreadful.

She started to cry, she cried
and she cried, she cried out

in the garden the next day when they
were burying that little baby girl.

So she was crying then,
she never stopped.

And I said, "Listen to me,
I have a plan.

"I have a plan for the two of us.

"That when my baby comes out of me,
I'll give it to you.

"And I'll give it to you
because I have nothing to give it.

"What could I do with the child,
I ask you?

"What have I got to give a child?

"Look at me. Sure, I have nothing.

"Whereas, you, Deidre,
oh, you and Tom!

"Think of the life
you could give that child.

"A good life, a safe life."

I was above in the bath one night,

having a bath and I felt a twinge.

And before I knew it,

hadn't a little baby
slipped out of me.

I put my hand down
and it slid into my hand.

And I lifted it up above the water,
and it was a little boy.

And I can tell you,
that from that day to this,

I have never seen anything more
beautiful than that baby's face.

But the agreement was made.

I wrapped that little boy
in a little white towel,

and I went over,
and I gave him to Deidre and Tom.

I handed him over
and from that moment on,

he was theirs and he was not mine.

No-one knew I had him,

and everyone thought
Tommy was theirs.

Look, I know
I stopped the investigation,

holding on to all of this.

And I'm-I'm sorry. I'm-I'm sorry.

OK, so... what was all this about?

Why did you leave this letter
for Brid?

PJ knows it was you.

Why are you so convinced she did it?

That note wasn't meant for Brid
at all.

That note was meant for Kitty.

Can you not keep a handle on her?

You need to relax, Tommy.

Oh, God, Kitty, it's Anthony.
Anthony.

It's been 20 years!

Why did those men give you
all that money?

I saw it.
Not here!

I sold a piece of the farm.

Under a quarter of it.
To the Flynn Brothers.

We have most of it left.
It's not yours to sell.

Yes, it is.
Brid, we're struggling.

You can see the bills, can't you?

The farm is all we have,
so, yeah, I offloaded a bit.

Offloaded? I dream
about this fucking land at night.

This farm is us!

There's nothing left without it.

I told you it's just a section,

out beyond the bottom field.

Y'know... I loved you...

..when I married you.

It wasn't all about the farm.

Did you love me?

Don't be like that. It's not all
candy floss and dancing, Anthony.

We're a normal couple.
OK, Brid.

I'm not saying I don't.
It's just...

It doesn't have to be
so fucking joyful for everyone.

And that's fine, that's normal.
HE SIGHS

Wh...

'Kitty was using Tommy,'

and all she wanted was for
her grumpy daughter to get married

and for that bit of land,
oh, the land,

she wanted that farmed,
I can tell you. She was obsessed.

But Kitty would have no reason
to want to harm Tommy

if she wanted him to marry
her daughter?

Well, I just wanted Tommy to know
who I was.

And I went up to the Burke farm
the night before the wedding.

She was there,
and she was shouting her head off.

And he was shouting back at her.

Kitty was there?
Oh, she was,

they were roaring at each other,
it was dreadful.

I should have done something.

I should have barged in the door,
but I didn't do anything, I left.

See, the longer you stay quiet, the
harder it is to get your voice back.

I suppose I'm in trouble now,
am I?

No.
Well, then, you go and get Kitty.

Get that woman. And she is not as
far along as she's pretending to be,

I can tell you that.

We need to tread carefully here
with Kitty's dementia,

or whatever's up with her.

Anyone who sinks that much drink

is going to lose their faculties
eventually.

Yeah. Detective Casey, my boss,

deals with this kind of thing a lot,
actually.

I could email her quickly.

Yes, you do that.
OK.

She'll advise us, and we can go see
Kitty, get the most out of her.

Ah-ha.
OK.

Good.
Right, I'll meet you back here

as soon as your woman's been back
in touch with you. See you shortly.

What, secrets again?
What are you playing at?

OK.
Why do you need to test it now

if the body wasn't him?

It was him. I can't go into it
right now, but it's him.

Which means
this dress is evidence, Brid,

which I withheld. That's... serious.

Does Detective Dunne know?

Not yet, but he could recommend
I'm fired when he finds out.

Can you get it tested
without running it by him?

No!
If this has Tommy Burke's blood...

Evelyn and I fought.

The morning of the wedding.

I cut myself on some glass.

The blood is mine. Trust me, PJ.

I can't.
Trust me.

And then at least you'll know
I'm not a liar, if nothing else.

I miss you.

Don't say anything.

But I do.

It's our land. He can't take it.

I don't have the strength
any more, Mam.

It's my land. My family's land...

..and this pudding-faced bastard

thinks he can do what he likes
with it. I know. I know. I know.

Did I tire you out with my prowess?

I did.
You did, yeah.

When you stubbed your toe
and wailed like a donkey! Oh, yeah!

Are you all right, are you?
Delighted, love.

Ab, did you steal my stripy top?

Hey, Cormac.
Hi, Florence, how are you?

I'll see you later!

Get out of your sex bed
and give me back my top!

I didn't take it.

Makes my boobs look baggy.

Ab?
No, no.

Something's wrong. What's happened?

Abigail? Don't do this to me.
Is Evelyn here?

Evelyn?

Come and sit here with me.

Cancer.

Cop on!
I'm so sorry, love.

How bad?
Not that bad.

Not that bad, love.

Chemo, is that happening?

All of that, yeah.

All of that, in time.

But what I really need now, Florence
Ross, is thick toast and marmalade.

Yeah.
Have you time?

Of course. Of course.

Flo?
Mm?

Please don't tell anyone... even Ev.

It's too much. Just for now.
Yeah. OK, yeah.

Nice for you,
swimming in the middle of the day.

You shagged off!
I had a five-minute swim.

Any word? Not yet,
but we should just go talk to them.

Let's give her five more minutes.
OK.

Why do you never swim?
Just don't.

It's good to move your body, PJ.

Come on, just touch the water.

Go on.
It won't hurt you. It's just wa...

Fuck off, Linus!

Sorry.

Evelyn Ross... is a beautiful girl.
What?

No reason to let her ruin your life.
I know that.

Tommy was for you. For you!

I'm sorry.
What do you mean?

I'll tell you a secret.

Great, we can go see Kitty now.
OK.

You know you can trust me.

I'm not a prick.

I don't think you're a prick.

I have a boyfriend.

A fiance.
Oh, do you?

Leo.
You never mentioned him.

I eat. A lot.

I can't seem to stop.

I saw the Post Its.

I feel like a bag of balls.
Don't! You're lovely.

Like a sort of Winnie the Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh?
It's a compliment.

You're a fully-formed person
and I'm a bulbous baby bear?

Please, don't shit talk
Winnie The Pooh.

Evelyn! Evelyn Ross!

You and me were best friends,
weren't we?

What is this? You can't just...
Weren't we?!

We were school friends.
Bullshit!

Please, just tell the truth
for once, Evelyn.

You didn't talk.
You stopped talking,

didn't you? Because of...
This isn't fair.

We just pretend we don't know
each other? It's not right!

Your sisters couldn't make you talk
after you found your dad.

You wouldn't cry, you didn't
answer questions, nothing.

For a year! Until me.

And what did we do? Hm?

What did we do, Evelyn?

We went to the cinema.

We went to the cinema.

Every day, didn't we?

We went to the cinema
and we held hands.

First Wives Club.
Same film every day for months.

Until one day
when, er, Goldie Hawn said,

"You always talk about me
behind my back!"

You said Bette Midler's line,
loud and proud.

"You deserved it!"

And you knew
that Tommy was my first kiss.

And I know that
he wasn't with me for wanting me,

but Jesus,
you knew I was obsessed with him.

And you humiliated me.

You made his stomach turn.

Fuck you.
Fuck you!

Mrs. Riordon.
What did you do to him,

you fucking lizard?

What did you do?

I know you saw him that night!
Brid...

Don't you get involved!
Brid, the Garda are here.

What's wrong?

Are the kids OK?

Mam!

Why have they done this to her?

She'd murder me if she saw!

You can't stand over her
all day, Brid.

We left her on her own too often
when we had her with us.

I'll get that, Mam.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

My mam looks like the clown from IT.

And I can't fix it.
Right.

It's OK.

I'm worried about Stephen.
Abigail is...

Maybe we should stop worrying
about everyone else

for half an hour?

Hm-mm.
Hm-mm.

Hm-mm. Hm-mm.
Hm-mm.

Close the fucking door!

Jesus! Do you give a shit
about anyone except yourselves?!

Sorry!

Sorry!

At least you won't have to wear
lipstick for Nana anymore now, Mam.

Garda's here.

Go out and get a drink for Carmel.
Go on.

Just bringing you this back
to you...

I'll, um... leave you to it.

Well?
I didn't tell anyone.

OK. And?

You told the truth.

The blood on the dress was yours.

Cheers.

Desperate shame.
Shocking altogether.

Brid didn't look after her properly
at all.

Her blood alcohol level
was through the roof, apparently.

Awful. And where is she now?

Skulling wine in the kitchen,
no doubt!

I mean, it's outrageous.

Mrs. Meany
is Tommy Burke's mother now!

I mean,
what are we meant to believe?

I can't face anyone.
That's OK.

They think I killed her
with the drink.

She's been drinking like that
since I was seven years old.

Any time
I tried to limit her drinking,

she'd block me out for weeks.
Impossible bloody woman! And now...

I know.

And still, I'd strangle someone
for a wine.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Mam told me something.

She was talking about the past,

nonsense, black finger nails,
all sorts... but...

Well, anything helps.

I told you that
she was in all night with me

the night of the stag.

I didn't know this.

But she went out. To find Tommy.

She told Tommy
to keep away from Evelyn.

OK...
Oh, God.

Go on, Brid. I need to know.

She said
Tommy left her to go find Evelyn,

that he was swaying and looking
for a fight or a shag or whatever,

and that he went over
to the Ross's farm,

I suppose later that night.

Mam said she saw him cross
the field to the Ross's.

I had no idea.

Did they tell you that?

No.

Thank you.

And I'm so sorry about your mam.

Mm.

Just excuse us a second, Aoife,
please.

Tommy went to see Evelyn after he
saw Kitty on the night of the stag.

This must have been late, late.

Evelyn Ross may have been the last
person to see Tommy Burke alive.

C'mon, lads, buck up,
a woman is dead!

To Kitty.
Exactly. To Kitty.

Kitty.
To Kitty. To Kitty.

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.
Sorry for your loss.

Hey, does everyone know
Evelyn Ross and me are fucking?

Yeah, my mam and her sister are
fucking and me and her are fucking,

so that's basically incest.
Don't!

Don't talk to me
like you don't know me!

It's me, Evelyn. I love you.

Were you?
OK, Stephen,

let's tone it down a bit, OK?

Now, this is a wake...
I'm speaking the truth.

No-one's honest
in this fucking place!

Evelyn, I love you!

You can't make me feel like this
and then discard me!

You're making a fool of yourself.

I'm making a fool of myself?

You lot are literally all living
the same day you lived

20 years ago over and over!

Brid got left at the altar, yeah?
So what?

Yeah, you were shagging some guy.
So what?

You lost Tommy Burke's baby.

Jesus, Stephen!

Yeah, then you lost
your whole life... Ev!

Stephen, that is enough!
Ev!

Evelyn. Ev!
Will you please talk to me?

Cormac, can you take that?
Yeah.

I'm sorry, Anthony.

Stay there.

We should go after them.

Listen to me.
You need to move on!

Ev, you're 39 years old,

you can't live in his shadow
forever. Come on, I have you.

Don't do that, don't push.
Don't fucking push me, Stephen!

Come on, you can't live in the past!

Let him go, Evelyn!

Argh! Argh!
Get your fucking hands off me!

Why do you do that?!

Why do you grab and push and push
when we tell you it's too much?!

Fuck off! Just fuck off!

Ev. Ev. Ev, it's me.

I have you. I have you.

Evelyn Ross.
Abigail, she has to come with us.

No...