All language subtitles for Holding - S01E04 - Aflevering 4.eng

'Mrs. Meany
is Tommy Burke's mother now?'

What are we meant to believe?

Tommy wrote to you after he left?

"One world was not enough for two,
like me and... you."

You and me were best friends, weren't we?
I'm sorry.

Mam said she saw Tommy cross
the fields to the Ross's farm,

to go find Evelyn.

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

Something's wrong.

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

Get your hands off me!

Evelyn Ross.
She has to come with us.

She's gone quiet in there.

She'll start up again soon.

I found this letter from Tommy
in her coat pocket.

"One world was not enough for two,

"like me and you"?

It's a pretentious way
to dump someone.

Look at the date it was posted.

19th of August, 2002.

Tommy Burke disappeared in 2001.

We have a letter from a dead man.

Welcome to Duneen Rocks!

I thought you could do with a laugh.

I'm waiting for her to fall off
the stage, then I'll laugh.

Well, I'm pleased you came, Lizzie.

People will ask me how I am.
What do I say?

You'll tell them to fuck off!
Ha!

I know PJ,
he'll find out who killed my son.

Ah.

The DNA from the body matches
Mrs. Meany. She's his mother,

which means the body we found
is definitely Tommy's.

Evelyn, did Tommy go over
to your farm the night he died?

Tommy ended things with you,
you were furious,

you lashed out at him and...
He lashed out at me.

In the place my father hung himself.

And then I miscarried.

I'm sorry.
Women lose babies every day.

But it was Tommy's fault.

He kept buying me drinks all night.

But I took them,
I'm the one who got langers.

Tommy didn't want you
to have the baby?

He didn't want either of us.

Did you kill Tommy Burke, Miss Ross?

What are you actually charging me
with?

Drunk and disorderly?
Woman has sex with younger man?

We still have some questions...

No, we're not charging you
with anything, you can go.

What?!
We'll stay in touch, Miss Ross.

Thanks a million for the bed

Five stars on shit-advisor.

Why didn't you ask her
about the bloody letter?

She'd wrote that letter to herself,
cover her tracks.

If we brought her up to Cork
to be interviewed properly,

we'd break her, I know we would!

I have a hunch.

All right, skipper?

When were you gonna tell me

you had Brid Riordan's
wedding dress tested? Ah.

Fucking hell, Peej!
What do you think I am?

I'm good at my job!
This is really disrespectful.

I am trying to solve a murder!

Get you, Billy Big Bollocks!

You didn't know step one of a murder
a couple of weeks ago.

I don't have time for this pissing
about, I'm going back to Cork.

But we're nearly there!

I've set a hare running...
I'm going back to Cork

to get permission to arrest
Evelyn Ross.

Shit.

Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Better get ready,
Cathal will be dancing soon.

Is my good shirt clean?
Yeah.

Ironed at the back of the wardrobe.
Thanks.

Are you OK?
Yeah.

I thought... maybe I could move
back into our room tonight.

OK.

We'll muddle along... won't we?

Yeah.

Who are you calling?

Eileen, telling her
we won't make the concert.

We're doing the concert.

Oh, don't be stupid!

You're under investigation...

..and I don't think
that Abigail should be...

Abigail should what?

You think I don't remember
how to do this, Flo?

Evelyn's right.
We've nothing to hide.

Well, get changed.
Well give me five minutes.

Come on, then.
Let's rock Duneen like we used to.

Thank you, Alan Doddy.

And now for an old Duneen favourite
that we haven't seen in many years.

Whether that's a good thing or not,
I'll leave up to you to decide.

Abigail, Florence and Evelyn Ross.

My sister knows Karl Marx.

She met him eatin' mushrooms
in the people's park.

She said...
She said...

What do you think
about my manifesto?

I like a manifesto
Put it to the test-o.

Took me down to meet
the anarchist party.

Met a groovy guy,
who was arty-farty.

I know a little Latin man,
a kiss and a kite.

He said, "I don't know what it
means", he said, "Neither do I."

Eat natural foods,
bathe twice daily.

Fill your nostrils up with gravy.

Don't drink tea
and don't drink coffee.

Cover your chin in Yorkshire toffee.

Dancing in the disco
bumper to bumper.

Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?

Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?

Where's me jumper?

Dancing at the disco,
bumper to bumper.

Wait a minute.
Where's me jumper?

Where's me jumper?
Where's me jumper?

Dancing at the disco,
go, go, go.

Dancing at the disco.
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.

Abigail!

Abigail?
No, don't - don't crowd her.

Abigail?
No, don't - don't crowd her.

You're gonna have to read the poem
for me. What?

Page 27.
I'm not doing this.

It's just fecking reading, PJ!

Evelyn? It's OK. It's OK.

The wild bee reels
from bough to bough

With his furry coat
and his gauzy wing

Swore that two lives
should be like one

As long as the seagull
loved the sea

As long
as the sunflower sought the Sun

It shall be, I said,
for eternity

'Twixt you...

..and me.

Dear friend, those times
are over and done

And there is nothing left to do
but to kiss once again and part

Nay, there is nothing we should rue

I have my beauty, you, your art

Nay, do not start...

One world was not enough for two,

like me and you.

Oscar Wilde.

Sergeant PJ Collins, everyone.
To the rescue!

And now please give a huge
Duneen welcome, Cathal Riordan!

She'll be fine.
Don't say it.

I, er...
just wanted to check on Abigail.

She's coming round,
a little dazed

but that's to be expected
after such a nasty bash to the head.

But, as I've said to her before,

if she's going to refuse the chemo,
then this is going to happen.

She's made that decision
and we need to respect it.

Thank you, Doctor.

How long? How long have you known?

She'd only just told me.

Always, the pair of you!

Don't say she'll be fine.

I wasn't going to.

Did your dad die quickly?

Mine died slowly.

Not just there, in the barn.

We were here...
waiting for the news on Dad.

He hadn't done it properly, you see.

He was still warm
when I found him, so...

And when they told us...

..I remember pressing my face

into the plastic of the chair
and just...

People don't look at you
the same again, after that.

Did you lift him down?

No. I didn't.

I found him and... I ran away.

I ran and hid under a blanket
in front of Home And Away.

No. It was Abigail.

She cut him down.

I can't lose her!

You're OK. You're OK.

Ev?

She's awake.

You should've told me.

Well, there was no point
in worrying you.

Well, that was stupid.

I'd be more worried
if I walked in and found you dead

on the kitchen floor.
Evelyn!

You're not going to have treatment?

You remember what that was like
for Mam.

What that was like for Dad.

I'm not putting you through that.

Come on, you're big girls now.

Florence, you can go to
San Francisco with Susan.

And Ev... I want you to take over
the farm for me.

I'm not a farmer!

Well, it doesn't have to be a farm.

All those ideas she had.

B&B, outdoor music venue...

Do you know, you could start a cult.

That's right up your street.

You've both decided this for me?

That house just needs
life in it again.

Susan! Wake up.
You're in the hospital, Susan.

I'll stay with you.

No, you won't. You too, Flo.

I'm going to cancel my flight.

You will not! Don't you dare!

And I'll be at the airport
to wave you off.

Cormac,
you watch out for them for me.

I wanna watch out for you.

You big ride.

No, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?

Abigail Ross, will you do me
the honour...

Will you get up, Cormac? Please!

Huh?
Please.

But I... thought...

Thank you.

Thank you for being a dote,

but we're fine as we are.
We're fine.

Right.

It's not because of the cancer,
you know. I-I...

I was gonna ask you at the concert,
with the poem.

Your Oscar Wilde.

Sergeant Collins read it out
instead.

Well, it'll have been wasted
on that lot.

Will you just all go on home now
and let me get some sleep?

Please? Please.

Hello?

Thank you for the lift. There was
no point in me just lying there.

Why did you write the letter
to Evelyn?

The Oscar Wilde poem.

"One world was not enough for two,

"like me and you."

Evelyn has that tattooed under
her breast. She thinks I don't know.

Did you write the letter
from Tommy to put her mind at rest?

Only Cormac would think to propose
with a break-up poem.

Tommy hurt your sister.

Just because I wrote a letter
doesn't mean I killed a man.

Could you pull over?

Sometimes I stand in a field
and scream,

just to let it out. The rage.

Otherwise it's bubbling up inside me
and I don't know what I'd do.

Sorry, could you pull over?
I understand what it's like

to be blown apart.
Will you pull over?

You killed Tommy, didn't you?

Please!
Tell me the truth, Abigail!

Oh, Jesus!

Are you going to arrest me
for the weed?

It's meant to be good
for the nausea.

It's good for everything.

Evelyn says
your father died young as well. Hm.

My eyebrows fell out,
morning after Dad.

They grew back eventually, but there
was a while there I was brow-less.

I don't mind facing it now,
but at 17...

I was a funny one as it was.

Did you ever talk to anyone
about it? No.

You can look inside yourself
too much, you know.

Cormac's been sleeping with me
for years,

couldn't tell you
one thing about me.

Look at me,
having a joint with the guard,

talking about the meaning of life.

What was your father like?

Loud.

And you adored him?
I adored him.

Our dad was loud.

Always on the wind-up,
last man standing

at every party, everybody's friend.

At least, that's what
I tell myself I remember.

You realise over the years,

you've created an impression
of a man you... never really knew.

And for someone that brilliant,

that amazing, to want to leave you,

after your mam's only just gone...

..to leave three little girls alone
and in so much pain...

That hurts. Makes me angry.

He knew we'd find him.

I cut him down with a penknife.

He'd been learning to swim.

Christmas present. We'd all got
together to get him lessons.

My dad would go down to the sports
centre every Saturday morning,

joked he was gonna swim the Atlantic
all the way to Florida.

It was hot, really hot...

more like Spain than Donegal.

He wanted me to go into the sea
with him...

But I was 15, I didn't want to
be seen splashing about in the water

with my dad in his pants
like a fool.

There was a girl
in the ice cream van I fancied.

So I said,
"Go on in yourself, you fuckwit."

I went and sat in the car

and listened
to one of my mixtapes

on the car cassette player,
ran down the battery.

Then the girl I fancied
from the van was at the window

and I thought, "Yes, here I go!"

And she said, "Isn't that
your father out in the water?"

And it was.

Out there in the sea,

my dad,
being pushed about by the waves.

I ran in to help him.
I swam as hard as I could.

I could hear people yelling
on the beach behind me,

but I just kept swimming,

and I reached him.
I don't know how, but I reached him,

and I tried to take the weight
of him, saying, "Come on, Daddy,

"come on, stop messing about."

But he was heavy.

So heavy in my hands...

..and his flesh was like
an animal skin, shiny, bloated...

..and then my feet hit the sand

and I was pulling him
towards the shore

and people
were standing watching me,

like I was in Jaws or something,

just standing
watching me bringing him in,

my heart... beating in my throat
a million times.

And I tried...

..I tried to pump his heart,

but I was getting it wrong
and losing count, the panic.

My mam standing over me,
saying the Hail Marys

and me promising
it would all be fine,

this only happened in the movies,

it didn't happen to people like us.
My daddy lying on the sand,

the cheeseburger he'd for lunch
spilling out of his mouth,

meat and chips and yellow cheese...
lying on the sand,

and I thought,
"We'll laugh about this tonight,

"I'll rib you about the cheeseburger
and I'll tell you it's gross

"and you'll make a promise
never to eat cheeseburgers again."

Because we were ordinary.

These things didn't happen
to people like us.

But it did.

He was gonna teach me how to shave.

That's why I admire your family.

You held together. We fell apart.

You would do anything to protect
those girls, I know that,

but what did Tommy do
to make you want him dead?

That's what
I'm trying to understand.

I thought it was the cows.

The wailing. Then I realised.

Evelyn didn't go near the barn,
hadn't since Dad...

..but there she was... in pieces
on the floor,

sitting in blood,

and I thought, "She's done it.

"She's finally killed him."

But it was her blood.

I didn't know she was pregnant.

She was losing his baby

and there he was... leering drunk,

holding himself up against the wall.

Spitting at her...
calling her a freak.

It's sad how lovely boys
turn into terrible men.

Maybe I should have said something
to him then, but...

..Evelyn was my focus.

I had to take care of Evelyn.

So I carried her up to the house...

and cleaned her up in the bathroom,
and...

put her into my bed to sleep.

And then you went back.

I assumed he'd be gone.

I had to clear the blood up
off the floor,

I didn't want Evelyn or Florence
waking up to it the next morning.

But he was still there.

Standing in her blood...

..looking at me
without a flicker of guilt.

Proud of himself...

thought he was cock of the walk...

told me,
bring out Daddy's whiskey,

and toast him marrying Brid.

I tried to walk away from him...

and then he said I had a nice arse.

Not as nice as my sister's, mind,
but he'd had hers already...

And then he tried to put
his hands on me...

this man that
I'd let into our house,

kicking his boots off in our
daddy's chair, working his land...

..and this...

rage started boiling in me...

..and I wanted him to know...
he couldn't do that to my sister.

And I shouldered him...

like I would a cow.

I launched at him,
and I pushed him back,

right onto
the spike of the thresher.

And it went through his cheek
like... it was nothing.

And him looking at me...

..right at me.

With horror.

It's been... pulling me down
over 20 years.

Pulling me down, the shame...

the shame and the guilt.

I was disgusted with myself.

But I'd do it again.

I would do it again.

Because he hurt my little sister...

..and we'd all been hurting
so much...

..I couldn't let him do it any more.

You moved his body to his farm.

To be safe.
On your own?

'Tis no different
than carrying a dead calf.

I buried him in the field
up the front and...

..went to the wedding the next day.

Painted my nails black
to cover the dirt.

Said someone had seen
Tommy getting the bus to Cork.

I took a bag of his clothes

and dumped them in a skip
a couple of weeks later.

And then the letter a year later?

Evelyn was all over the place...
talking about going to find him.

So I wrote her a letter from Tommy.

Stupid dumb fucking thing to do,
but...

..it stopped her saying his name.

Until the day
the Flynn Brothers put the sign up,

and I thought... "Here we go."
And you prepared.

I waited.

I waited for you to work it out.

To be honest,
if the guard had turned up

the day of Brid's wedding,
I'd have held my hands out for him.

But Sergeant O'Driscoll was useless,
couldn't solve a crossword puzzle.

You're much better.

Fresh eyes, I told you.

Let's go.

Oh, you'd better get in the front
with me.

Sorry. And... thank you.

So... what am I looking at?

Not got long left, so you won't
be getting your money's worth.

When we get back to the barracks,
we'll get you a solicitor.

Well, Florence and Evelyn
can deal with all of that.

We'll be questioning them.

My sisters have nothing to do
with this.

Where was Evelyn again
when it happened?

I'd put her to bed,
she'd just lost a baby, I told you.

And Florence?
Florence was with Susan that night,

I'd been turning a blind eye for
ages, one less thing to worry about.

I'm sorry.
What are you doing?! No! No!

He was trying to save your life!

This is my area!

Oh, God.

I came to say well done.

Right. My tea, thanks.

Abigail Ross
didn't want to be saved.

There was nothing you could do.

It was a good funeral
for a murderess.

You'll have to keep me updated
on your love life, Linus,

now that you're single.
You'll have to do the same.

I know, he's obsessed.
It's fantastic.

I have to say, Sergeant Collins,

that my late husband would have been
very impressed with you.

Thank you. He was a great man.

I should hit the road. Yeah,
I'll see you out there in a minute.

Do you think the Ross'
would be selling their land now?

It would be triple the bungalows.
Triple?

Anthony Riordan is still selling
some of his land to us.

Though don't tell his missus!

I'm sorry for your loss.

And we're sorry
for, erm, for what she did to you.

I liked your sister, very much.

It must have been hard for her,

carrying that secret alone for so
long. May she find some peace now.

May all of us.
I'll need you to make

a statement before you fly off.

Just procedure,
confirming what Abigail told me.

I'm, er, leaving for San Francisco
on Monday.

Well, you can drop into the barracks
tomorrow, won't take long.

Oh, and bring Susan with you, too,
just so she can confirm

that you were with her
the night that Tommy died.

Of course. Thank you, Sergeant.

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

I'll be fine. And you?

Getting used to the single life.
And your fiance?

We might go for a drink next week.

Just because we can get married
doesn't mean we should.

Yeah, you do what you want,
don't listen to anybody else.

And you don't have to be
a one-man band, you know.

Bring it here to me.
Hm?

Thanks for coming,
and thanks for going.

I don't know,
I kind of like it here,

maybe I'll ask for a transfer,
move into the barracks...

Get back to the city!

I could've done something
if she'd told me.

She wasn't going to do that
to any of us.

Only woman to get a proposal
out of you, Cormac.

Oh, not now.
I'm only here to pay my respects.

You won't see me again after Monday.

All those young California girls
with their suntans.

They won't be a patch on you.

I shouldn't have taken advantage
of you. It wasn't right.

I loved every minute of it.

Where's Florence run off to?

I don't know. Oh!

Her things are gone.

She's not answering her phone.

I think your sisters buried
Tommy's body together.

What are you going to do?

Please, PJ.

I need this to stop.

Please.

It's never worth racing anywhere,
is it?

I need to say something. Because
if I don't say it now, I never will.

Ah, don't do this, PJ.
Patrick.

My dad used to call me Patrick.

You can call me Patrick if you like.

You walk into a room
and my heart lights up.

I think you're incredible.

We could make each other happy.

I can't.

Sergeant?
Mr. Riordan.

Ah!

Whoa! Ah-ha!