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Mam!

Where are your clothes?

Oh, it's just what I get for cooking in my nice things.

Why, uh, aren't you at Camogie?

It was cancelled.

Roisin's mom gave me a lift.

I'm starving.

Well, have an apple.

Can I have a Magnum?

I got you ice pops!

Can't I have a chocolate ice-cream bar?

Take an ice pop and go outside.

Can I not watch the telly?

It's too messy. I'll be careful.

It's cold.

Go outside.

I don't need a serviette.

Chocolate stains.

Just take it outside.

Nymeria?

Oh, you're awake.

What time is it?

It's early.

Careful, it's hot.

You're already dressed.

I have an interview in Carlow at 9:00.

Carlow at 9:00?

You should have left an hour ago.

Yep, I'm gonna be late.

Mmm!

Want to trade places today?

Mm-hmm.

What, so you do the shopping, the washing,

the Parent Association pow-wow,

drive back and forth to the school,

to the GAA, to the physio?

OK, OK, I'll stick with the traffic.

Ugh! I need this today.

Rough night?

Didn't sleep.

Should have woke me up.

I took a valium at 2:00.

You home for dinner?

Right now I am.

You with Fiona today?

Yeah, I need her.

She gets a start on the paperwork on the drive back.

I was thinking about getting a job, part-time.

Doing what?

Bookkeeping, accounting.

I'm good with numbers.

And what about the kids?

Part-time.

The kids will be in school.

We could use the money.

Yeah, we're a little overextended.

That's why I need this promotion.

We'll talk about it later.

Bye.

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Today, big pharma versus little farmers.

Also, examining the laws of unconsent

and how to fix County Wicklow's overtaxed infrastructure.

The Department of Housing, Local Government and Heritage

announces another multi-million euro capital investment program.

I hate having... I hate having to drink this muck forever.

I know you do, love.

Cait?

Put the book down.

Breakfast.

Cait!

Book, breakfast.

Derek, let's go!

Breakfast!

Chill. I'm right here.

Eggs are kind of disgusting.

That's 'cause it's chicken fetuses.

Derek, please! It's not true.

An egg's an egg.

A foetus is a fertilized egg.

Fertilized with what?

Rooster splooge. Ew.

OK. OK.

I've had one cup of coffee.

And I'm not ready for this discussion.

Can I have coffee?

You don't need coffee. You have youth.

An egg is an unborn chicken baby?

Yes. No.

OK, Caitlin, Derek, go brush your teeth.

Niall, time for your antibiotics.

But I feel better. I know you feel better.

But you still have to finish them.

Just a couple more days, and then you're done.

If eggs aren't collected soon enough, the hen eats them.

She'll like it.

And she'll continue to eat the eggs.

If Derek and Caitlin aren't ready on time,

I might eat them.

Et voilà.

Done.

Guys, let's go!

It's all pretty horrible.

It's not fair boys don't get one.

Boys don't have a uterus.

Derek, come on. Let's go.

Let's go, Derek!

Chill, I'm right here!

What are you doing? Nothing.

Her name is Doireann Carrick. Shut it, Cait!

Ah! She's a dote!

Jeez! Will the two of youse...

She gave him a love bite.

Oh, really?

Is she your girl?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Hey! Language!

Drop me here.

I'll board the rest of the way.

Have a good day!

Where is it, his love bite?

Right here. It was so...

Ew!

Oh?

So, Cait, what did you tell Logan about the dance?

Haven't yet.

You're gonna have to come up with something.

He's waiting on you.

Jesus, he's a desperate one.

You're gonna need your hurley to keep him away, love.

Don't slam it.

Hiya, Caitlin.

Oh.

And after you're done the selling...

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I was afraid something had happened to you.

You're all sweaty.

No, just running a little late.

I went ahead and started.

I was just explaining the protocol

for the sixth class graduation party fundraiser.

Each collection box will contain 20 euro:

two fivers, the rest in coins.

After you're done selling,

count the total amount of money in the collection box

and submit the total.

Minus the initial 20 euro.

Plus the twenty.

I'll reconcile the totals.

This will alleviate any confusion.

Yeah, OK.

It's... it's your deal.

Yeah.

Next order of business, cupcakes.

I still need volunteers to bake.

I can do it.

Put me down too.

Grand.

Yeah, I can help as well.

Are you sure, Shelly?

What with all you have going on at home?

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just...

we all know how busy you are.

Everyone's busy.

Yeah.

Hitler got his start

at a Parent Teacher's Association in Bavaria.

Katie has a tough job.

Fighting fires is a tough job.

I have to get back to class, Mrs. Mohan.

Maybe we could meet tomorrow morning, yeah?

Uh...

I'm available.

- Uh, g-grand. - Yeah, tomorrow morning.

See you.

I'm Emma's dad.

Or, as I used to be known, Matt.

Shelly.

Yeah, my, um, son mentioned

there was an American girl at school.

My wife transferred here. She's away during the week.

You don't work? I'm a writer.

Ah!

Mysteries, fem-centric, but writing a blog.

Irish adventures of an American DILF.

Dad I'd like to...

Friend. Friend, right.

Oh, uh, nice to meet you.

The pleasure is mine.

It's grand.

Terrific.

Uh, well, Matt, uh, I have to be somewhere.

A woman of mystery?

Oh, hardly.

A woman of groceries. See you tomorrow.

Beef, pork and lamb, the secret to my spag bol.

Can I get a price check

on pineapple, please?

Price check on pineapple.

Hey, what's the craic?

What time are you home tonight?

I'm making spaghetti bolognese.

Not too late.

Early enough to get Niall from the physio?

Uh, no.

This will take a couple of hours.

And I've got to file up the paperwork.

And with traffic...

OK, OK, I can handle it.

Derek will be driving soon.

Not soon enough.

Be safe!

Always.

Bye.

Well, how's Supermam?

Stressed.

Spag bol for dinner tonight.

Great!

You ready for this?

I live for this.

And what's your name?

Tony.

Tony?

You like Tony Stark?

Ironman?

Perfect.

So, Tony...

tell me, what do you like to do for fun

when you're not flying around in your Ironman suit?

Do you like school, Tony?

Uh, yeah, I... I like football.

Me too!

Yeah, who are you keen on?

Arsenal.

That... that's... that's my daddy's team.

I see.

Well...

Tony, has your daddy...

ever done anything to you

that hurt you?

Um...

It's OK, Tony.

You can tell us.

He made Mammy cry.

I... I... I miss Mammy.

Mags?

Maggie?

Charlie?

It's OK. It's just me.

How did you find me?

It weren't easy.

It weren't fucking easy.

God, Maggie, you look so good.

No, I... I...

We... we can't do this here.

My family...

The people know me, us, my husband.

Yeah. You got a crippled lad,

scrawny boy who takes the bus.

You stay away from my family!

No. No, no, Maggie, look.

I'm in a hotel near here, Glencara House or Hotel.

Follow me, yeah?

No.

No. I... I... I'll meet you there.

OK. Glencara, room?

223. Here.

OK, I feel I... I need some time,

get these home, start dinner.

The way you talk to them, the children,

you must be a good father.

Yeah, it's harder when they're your own.

Mmm!

My oldest son is at that age.

He talks a lot of shite.

Time to grab a pint?

Promised I'd be home for dinner tonight.

Spag bol.

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You're not gonna let me in?

Yeah.

Oh!

I've been waiting for years to do this again.

How did you find me?

I came to Ireland twice.

I even made a trip to America,

but no trace of Deirdre Ann Fallon.

I gave up.

My life was shite.

And then I found God and Google.

And eventually,

I... I found a deed pole registry entry from 2015.

Did you need a passport?

You found me.

You have to go away now.

Charlie, forget about me.

No, look.

Look what I've kept all these years.

This is just before they got Kenny.

Each of us must turn our back on our sins...

and repent and be baptized in the name of the Lord

so that our sins can be forgiven.

I couldn't save Kenny.

But I've come to save you.

Did you tell anyone else you found me?

You don't have to be afraid of me.

Who else?

Who else knows you're here?

Your brother?

Who else knows about Deirdre Fallon?

Most of us want to know God's plan for our lives.

Look, fuck God's plan!

Charlie, what's your plan?

He's cheating on you, your husband.

You have to go away now!

I followed him two days ago to a block of flats.

He was with a woman, a black woman.

Look, there's almost two grand.

Just go!

I don't want your money.

Well, what do you want?

To save you. To save us both, Mags.

I'm Mrs. Shelly Mohan.

Maggie is dead.

Not in God's eyes.

He sees you.

Who are you... Who are you calling?

Your husband.

It's time for you to pay for your sins.

No!

No, no, no. No, no!

End the call. There she is, my Magpie.

End the call! I'm offering you salvation!

Ah! Ah! Fuck! You shot me!

Ah!

Hello?

Everyone OK?

It's the, um, goddamn champagne Cork!

Almost took my eye out.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

OK.

Mrs. Mohan?

Aelish?

Well...

How funny! I thought that was you!

What are you doing here?

Oh, uh, nothing, uh, exercise.

Oh!

I live, uh, right up the hill, there.

Oh, great!

Uh, see you later!

Why?

When you bring Niall into the clinic.

- Oh, yes, yes. Of course! - Yeah, see you then.

Slaá. Grand.

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Mam!

Where are your clothes?

Nymeria?

I have to drive your brother to the clinic.

Keep an eye on the pasta sauce.

In a minute!

Now! Do it!

We'll be back in an hour.

Further along on the M11,

it's slow approaching Junction 5 Bray North.

And it's moving pretty well into Kilmacanogue.

Wicklow's weather: mostly dry with some...

Hey, love.

What's up?

I'm just gonna have dinner at Luke's house tonight.

Ah! I... I'm making pasta!

Luke and me just have a science project to finish.

Luke and I.

Is it OK with Luke's mom?

Yeah, yeah, they're just getting takeaway.

OK, but home by 9:00.

It's a school night.

And call if you need a lift.

Ta.

Alles copacetic?

Yeah, she just gets a bit mental

if she don't know where I am.

Cool.

You don't mind me smoking your gear?

Mi weed es su weed.

Here, spark it.

Oh, fuck!

Did you know dolphins sleep

only using half their brain at a time,

so they can go to the surface and take a breath of air?

That's very interesting.

And one eye is always open,

because they're always watching for predators.

Quit gabbing.

You can tell me all about it on the drive home.

What were you doing?

Huh?

Now, Niall, isn't it called breath therapy?

Not talking therapy.

Go on.

Five minutes more,

then I'll just do a quick check of your breathing exercises.

Dr. Royer is still with someone.

Hey, sunshine.

Hey, Dad.

Shoot anyone today?

I never shot anyone, love.

Once, I shot at someone.

How was your day, Shell?

Shoot anyone?

Um, dinner will be ready in 15.

All right.

I'm gonna take a quick shower.

Caitlin, are we gonna watch the match later?

Yeah, I'm on.

< So, I didn't pass that test two weeks ago.

He came back on Friday.

If he didn't come by Friday, he's only there 2 days.

Someone said that it was a horse.

It could be a donkey.

Like the Antartica. And there's penguins.

You've got a crippled lad,

scrawny boy who takes the bus.

He's cheating on you, your husband.

I'm Mrs. Shelly Mohan.

Each must turn his back on their sins...

You stay away from my family!

Our sins can be forgiven.

There she is, my Magpie.

Maggie is dead!

I'm gonna take Nymeria for a walk.

Now?

We're just eating.

She didn't get a walk.

I'll have Derek walk her later.

I want to do it!

We'll figure it out, Shelly.

It's just money.

Can I come too?

You can't.

You guys finish up.

Hi. Hi.

Good girl.

Heya.

Hi!

Uh, how did it go?

How'd what go?

The science project, the reason you missed dinner.

Went well.

Were you...

Were you smoking?

No, I wasn't.

You are smelling the experiment.

OK.

I have reading to do.

I'll see you at home.

And Owen Murphy goes off.

Putting the pressure on the fullback.

A second handler comes in to wrap him up.

Replay of Wicklow versus Sligo.

Do you want to watch?

They were there in 2019.

They're here now.

Are you OK?

Fine. Just don't like GAA.

I like it.

Three years ago at the first 20 minutes.

Sexy.

Are the kids in bed?

Cait and Niall are.

I assume Derek's in his room killing zombies...

or gangsters...

or Nazis...

or zombie gangster Nazis.

Deeper.

Harder.

Jesus, Shell.

What the hell?

I'm so thirsty.

What?

That was so...

I mean, you were so...

Jesus, where the hell did that come from?

I don't know, Jason.

Do we have to talk about it?

No, no, we don't.

It's just you think you know someone.

Maybe you just forget what I used to be like.

Mohan.

Where?

The Glencara?

Uh, yeah, I know it. Yeah, yeah.

Fantastic.

Yeah, I'll be right there, sir.

Some fella just had himself shot

in a manky hotel on the Killarney Road.

O'Connor's giving it to me.

It's a test.

If I nail it, he'll have to promote me.

Were you always a clean freak?

It's something I can control.

What? Youse have another fight?

We didn't.

Police work.

People make mistakes.

I won't tell your dad about the weed...

if you stop.

Good evening, sir. Thanks.

There he is, soon-to-be Detective Inspector Mohan.

Fuck off. Who's O'Neill talking to?

A Dutch family on holiday.

In the room next to your dead fella,

came back from Connemara

to find a bullet hole in the wall.

Three murders in three months?

The Wild West.

This is ours to fuck up, Fiona.

Apparently, it's yours to fuck up, Sergeant Mohan.

Yeah. Thanks.

Liam, let's go.

One more, and I'll be out of your hair.

Sorry, the floor is...

Thank you.

Martin's not gonna like you touching his body.

Martin can kiss my arse.

Martin would love that.

"Philip Paul Whelan, Newcastle upon Tyne."

Well, Philip came a long way to get himself shot.

No laptop.

No briefcase.

Champagne, two glasses.

He was expecting someone.

A celebration... cut short.

There are a couple of disposable razors

and a lot of hair trimmings around the back of the sink.

Changed his appearance.

Yeah, or just getting cleaned up for his celebration.

Quit your shitehawking and get away from my corpse.

Leading the news this morning,

Gardai have launched an investigation into a murder

that took place on the Killarney Road off the N11.

Detectives confirmed that late last night,

the victim, a man believed to be in his early 40s,

was discovered with multiple gunshot wounds

in a hotel room...

Shit!

Killing raises speculation

that gangland violence may be spreading.

The clock is ticking.

The killer is out there.

The next 48 hours will be crucial if we want to catch him.

Yes, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries. Mary's gotta grade papers.

She's got a real job, I guess. She can't do it today.

Oh, OK.

What's with the shades?

Uh...

Um, would you want to get a drink?

Like a caffeinated beverage?

No, like an alcoholic beverage.

Well, this is wrong on so many levels.

If we were drinking bloody Marys,

nobody would think twice.

So, it's the whiskey that makes this wrong?

Not the Disney cups or...

the fact it's not even 9:30?

Fuck it. It's noon somewhere.

To a couple of great moms.

Sláinte!

You want to... you want to talk about whatever it is

that's going on?

I don't.

I wish I could.

It's just...

I get it.

You don't.

Nobody does.

What the fuck?

What? I... I thought...

What the fuck?

Fuck me. I'm sorry.

Look, hold on. Hold on!

We haven't even talked cupcakes.

Baked...

When did you get home?

Did you go through my bag?

Nymeria knocked it on the floor.

It's Parent's Association.

It's petty cash. I'm responsible.

I didn't touch your fucking bag.

Dinner's at 6:00.

Do these dishes.

They're not mine!

Do these dishes before I get back.

No wonder he sleeps around.

You'd never touch Niall or Caitlin!

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Take as long as you'd like, Miss Fallon.

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Maggie?

I'm right here.

I need you, Shelly.

Slow down on the booze and pills.

What time is it?

Then after, we can talk about bookkeeping

or basket weaving or whatever it is you think

will give your life more meaning.

You're a real asshole, Jason.

O'Connor gave me this one as a test.

If I want to make detective inspector,

I can't cock it up!

Can I not piss in peace?

: Mom! Mom!

Oh God!

Oh, Jesus!

You're all right. You're all right.

Get a towel.

You're all right. You're all right.

You're all right.

You're OK.

Spit it out. Spit it out.

You're OK.

I know. You're OK.

Is Niall dying? For God's sake, Cait!

Niall's dying? Go back to bed, both of you.

It's OK. It's all right.

Shush. Shhh, shhh.

I hate my life.

We're here for you.

Breathe. You OK?

You OK?

You're OK.

OK.

Go on. I've got this.

I love you, Shelly.