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What did you say your name was?

It's Barry. Gary, oh...

Barry!

Oh, Barry, Barry...

Oh, when did I meet a fucking Barry?

So, you've accepted that you're powerless over alcohol, yeah?

Yeah.

November 15th 2015.

The last known sighting of housewife Victoria Doherty,

alive.

but her husband waited

a further two months before reporting her missing.

Ahem.

Oh!

Where did that come from?

Dad's credit card. Oh!

You didn't!

He's investing in my future.

Bold.

Is this the guy who buries his wife under the house?

No. This one pushed her off a cliff.

Oh... Inventive.

Are you sure about going for this?

It's just an office doesn't seem very you.

I'm trying to make sure at least

one of your kids isn't a total fuck up, okay?

Hmm.

We have Caroline.

I heard that.

Oh baby, you like that big and hard.

Hey... Hey, hi!

How are the cramps?

Bad... Sorry.

Wish I could join.

Ah... What are you up to?

Online shop.

Seriously?

Can you get me some chocolate protein shakes?

Okay.

Oh, and some coconut water as well,

you know, electrolytes.

How'd you know my size?

Wha'?

I don't.

But I threw her measurements out

with me sandwich last Tuesday,

So... Any news on the job front?

Oh, Jesus, you're not, are you?

Sorry, it's just...

It's the dress.

Every fucking time.

So how far did you get with the programme?

Well, I stopped drinking.

Ah, so not far then.

Look, I have an issue with some of the God stuff.

I mean, culturally I'm a Catholic, but morally...

Higher power can mean anything:

the universe, a tree, packet of crisps.

A pack of crisps? As long as you respect it.

The point is:you're not trying to control things

because you tried that before

and look where it got you.

Now...

Had you a sponsor in London?

Umm, no.

I mean I had people that I met at meetings.

But I never got too, you know,

because who even are these people, you know?

I don't know them.

So, you're an avoidant?

A what? Close relationships scare you.

No, weirdos scare me.

People who are a bit sad and a bit clingy and...

Have a bang o' need off them?

Exactly. Yeah.

Not like you then.

I think we'll start with the moral inventory.

The moral what? Basically,

you write down all your weaknesses,

all your flaws,

all the bad shit you've ever done:

the lies, the darkness,

the shame...

And then you share it.

With who? Me.

That feels very...

Do you want to stay sober?

- Totally.

Then you need to start getting honest.

There's my dad!

Yeah, watch out, you've pins in you.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Jesus Christ!

Shit...

Oh God...

Shiv!

What are you doing here?

I'm Mina. I met you at your grandmother's funeral.

Oh God... Are you alright?

She's alright? No, you're not gonna... Ah!

A handkerchief! I need a handkerchief!

I don't have an handkerchief.

Press here at this point, between your fingers.

Use this. You don't want to make a mess on the street.

Give me your hand.

I'll show you. No! No!

She's in acupuncturist.

She knows what she's doing!

Ah...

It's not what it looks like, Shiv.

It looks like an old Irish man

fucking a woman behind some bins.

That's very crude, Siobhan.

I'm sorry. Is that not an appropriate

response to seeing your father's

arse out in an alleyway?

I'll appreciate it if you keep your voice down.

I would appreciate it if you weren't

riding your acupuncturist!

She's not just an acupuncturist!

She also does reflexology

and a bit of reiki.

What about Mum?

Look Shiv... Your mother and I...

Is this serious, with Mina?

No, God no!

Absolutely not!

Not serious at all.

It's just a casual thing.

So, you're fuck buddies?

Well, I don't love that expression,

but do you know,

frankly, a man my age,

still getting it...

- Please don't finish that sentence! Jesus!

What is happening here? You...

You're my dad!

You're supposed to be my rock!

You are not supposed to...

I am a human being!

I've had a hard time too.

And Mina just makes things more bearable.

That's all.

I'm sorry you had to see what you did.

But err...

remember the time

you wrapped your mother's car around that lamppost?

What's that got to...

You don't think that was hard for me too?

Have you any idea what it's like

to see your eldest daughter

off her head behind the wheel of a car?

You could've killed someone.

You could've killed yourself. I know.

But at the same time, I'm your father.

I have a responsibility,

so I did the responsible thing.

I told your mother I was driving.

What are you saying? You want me to lie?

No!

No, not lie.

Not lie, just err...

just don't mention it.

That's all.

That's all? Yeah.

That's all.

Hi, Rita, it's me.

Just wondering if you're around today

for a cup of coffee

or a movie or...

Anyway, I'm here all afternoon, so...

yeah, give me a call if it suits.

Ah, Shiv. Hi Rory.

What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, spring clean.

Seriously?

Yeah. Every three months

we take everything out the cupboards

and we put them back in in alphabetical order.

Alphabetical order?

It sounds mad,

but it's actually a pretty good system.

Yeah.

See, first you've got your baked beans,

then your black beans.

Tuna actually goes near the front...

Peas... Peas.

Wow.

Can we help you, Shiv?

I was wondering if I could chat

with you about something.

- Okay.

It's kind of sensitive.

Sorry, do you want me to leave?

No.

Not unless you want to. It's his house.

Course he doesn't want to.

Is it sensitive or are you just being weird?

Do you remember the time I was drinking

and I crashed the...? Yeah.

Do you think that's like the worst thing though?

Like, is it worse than say...

There was that time you left all the

Christmas presents on the fecking Nightlink?

Oh yes!

Mam asked you to take the bags

home on the bus but you went on the piss instead.

-I'm not just talking about things I did.

What about the time you flashed your tits

at Uncle Joe at Christmas dinner?

Classic. Okay.

Getting a bit off topic here...

He loved it as well. Yeah, of course he did.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

I was an active alcoholic, okay?

I think we know that.

Oh shit. I've gotta go.

Can I come with you?

September three years ago,

you borrowed two months' rent,

London prices, never saw it again.

Okay, I really don't remember that.

Last year when I came to visit,

every time we went out,

you forgot your bank card.

That was legitimate.

I gave you my credit card number

to book flights for Mum's birthday

and you ran up almost a grand.

This is not why I wanted to talk to you.

No shit.

Because you owe me two grand.

Caroline...

I actually have something

really important to tell you.

What?

Dad's...

Caroline! I was just looking for you!

Dan, hi, hey!

Hi... Ha!

Did you get my text about the radial head fracture?

Yes. Yeah, umm...

I was just popping up to see you.

Right. So, you weren't off today?

No, no.

I mean, yes technically

but I didn't come in specially, or anything.

Well, good.

Umm, we've to...

something upstairs,

but umm, I'll come find you in a bit.

Yeah. Please do.

I'll look forward to it.

Mmm. What was that?

What?

He's into you.

No he's not.

Bit of silver fox?

Stop it!

Oh, my god...

Are you riding him?

No... Jesus, he's married!

Some of us actually have some self-respect.

And a job.

Property economics, fucking great course.

Nice results.

Why have you been working in a pizza place?

Right, yeah, umm...

That was more like a bridging job

out of college while I looked for something more...suitable.

Says there you graduated two years ago.

I was pretty thorough.

Listen,

I'm all for having a good time,

sowing the wild- oats...

Did my fair share of disco biccies

back in the day as well.

This is a serious place, though.

Oh, I know. Sell a lot of serious properties

... South Dublin residential does not fuck around.

- And I am serious, like really serious.

I don't fuck around either.

I never fuck around.

Listen, thanks for coming in, Anthony.

Umm... Oh, is... is that it?

Always good to see Michael's boy.

You're no relation of Carl Sheridan, are you?

He's my brother...

Was my brother.

You're fucking shitting me.

Did you know him? Carl?

I only coached him for the fucking Leinster Senior Cup!

Fucking legend!

Yeah, that's what people say.

And a hell of a wingman too, if you know what I mean?

Yeah!

Yeah...

Do you mind me asking...

Did they ever find out like

what actually happened to him?

Oh, he died.

I know, but like actually what happened,

because they said he went to sleep but...

Yeah, he did.

It was one of those freak one in a million things.

Right, right, right, right.

Shit one.

Well look, Carl was a fucking hero.

I've got to help his brother out.

Come in for a three-month trial.

Get you back in the saddle. Seriously?

Why not?

You've got the qualifications.

You just need the... horse.

That would be amazing, thanks.

I wouldn't do it for everyone.

Carl was a fucking hero.

Don't fucking let him down.

I'm kidding!

I'm joking, I'm joking.

Good man, take care.

I'll be in touch with you.

Bernie, hi.

Simon... Is Pam back yet?

No.

Oh... Is she still in Mallorca?

Yeah.

She umm... stayed on for a bit.

Because I've been texting and she's not...

She lost her phone.

Ah. Right.

I wanted to tell her about the book club

We've changed... Oh, I don't think she'll be back

in time for the book club.

Sorry Bernie, I've got something on the stove.

If she calls, I'll tell her you were looking for her.

Thanks. But I got... DOOR SLAMS

Hi. I got the job.

What job?

It doesn't matter.

Here, can I ask you a medical question?

Ah Jesus, what have you caught?

Not about me. About Carl.

Carl?

Like... Carl, Carl?

Yeah. I was just wondering if you knew

like medically what he died from.

Why are you asking this now?

I just wondered is all.

Not a good time Ant, sorry. But...

We have to stop meeting like this.

Is there anything else you want me to look at?

Umm... No.

Well actually, umm... Do you fancy a drink?

Yeah. She sounds pretty pissed off, alright.

Yeah, but it's not my fault.

I think it probably is.

I don't remember borrowing any money.

Ha! I don't remember 18-35,

but a lot of shit went down.

If she was angry with me,

why didn't she say anything?

It's not really your family's style.

I'll see ya Mickey!

Mind that tooth!

Jesus. First my dad, and now this.

I'm supposed to be focusing on my recovery

and instead, I just feel... anxious.

Mmm.

Do you know who else feels anxious?

Refugees.

Prisoners of war.

People who've got gangrene from shooting up

and have to get their legs amputated.

Sobriety is about taking responsibility,

and taking responsibility means getting a job,

and paying back your sister whatever

stupid amount of money you've blacked out

you even owe her.

And being honest about who yeh are

and what yeh stand for!

No more excuses! No.

When you lie to yourself, you lie to everyone.

You have to break the cycle.

You're right.

You're absolutely right. No more lies.

Thanks, Karen.

Oh, Jesus!

Not more fecking psychobabble.

Have you seen this text from Shiv?

Wait till you hear.

"Time for some honesty." Ha.

"Family meeting tomorrow.

No excuses."

Family meeting?

What are we? Americans?

I mean...

If you want to give up drink, just give up drink.

Do we have to keep fucking talking about it?

Right.

Honesty.

That's all we fucking need.

Oh, shit.

Shiv!

Shiv!

Shiv! Yo!

Oh, hey!

Come join me. I can't.

Why? I've a thing.

No, you don't.

I know when you're lying.

What you having? Err... Lemonade.

Piss off.

What?

Have a proper fucking drink.

Red wine, beer, vodka...

Seriously, lemonade's fine.

Are you still on those antibiotics?

How bad is that infection?

I don't have an infection.

Then have a fucking drink! I'm an alcoholic!

Come on Shiv! Come on!

Fuck's sake...

How'd you know?

What do you mean?

What's the criteria?

There's no exact criteria.

Has to be something.

Yes. There were a lot of things.

Were you getting the shakes? No.

Drinking in the mornings? No.

Well, not really.

Well, then.

Then what?

You're not an alcoholic. I...

I was drinking too much.

Yeah, cause you're good craic!

Haha!

Do you think it's easy for me?

Sorry.

But like, you had fun, didn't you?

Yeah.

I did, I...

definitely did.

But it became less fun and...

more fucked up.

So...

I'm telling you this because

my sponsor said that I have to be...

I have to be honest.

Sponsor?

Jesus.

So, what, you're never gonna drink again?

Ideally, Jack, I will never drink again.

Are you sure this isn't some kind of career move

because mental health stuff gets a lot of press?

I don't have a career, Jack.

I can't even get a job.

I've put my CV into every gallery in Dublin.

I was on the phone to a temp agency.

Do you know what they offered me?

Bar work.

You sure this is the right place for you

to stay sober?

No.

Shiv Sheridan, on the dry.

Jesus.

I'll have that lemonade if you're still buying.

Mmm hmm.

Sorry, I have to go.

You asked me to sit down. I know.

Something's come up.

See you, yeah? Bye.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Hey...

I might be able to help you out.

I know someone who owns a gallery.

Could put in a good word.

Really?

That would be great. Thanks.

I'm not making any promises.

Hey...

I think you're great.

What you're doing, it's...

Yeah.

I'm glad you're back.