All language subtitles for Quirke.S01E03.HDTV.x264-RiVER - Elegy for April

Phoebe, something that you don't
know about Mal and Sarah and me.

What's there to know about you?

Would I want to see YOU hurt?

You who were a son to me.

Weren't you better off with me
in Carricklee?

Do you know the kinds of things
that went on in that place?

You're not my father, Quirke.

I told you I won't leave Mal.

PHONE RINGING

'It's Sarah. She's dead.

'She said she had a pain in her
head. She fell down and died.'

GASPING

DISTANT SCREAMING

HE SHIVERS

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

Stopping drinking,
that's the easy part.

The hard part is learning to
live with yourself sober.

How often do you pray? Pray?

Yes, pray.

Who would I pray to?

Jesus Christ. About what?

About easing the burden
of your anger.

Why would I be angry?

Well, speaking for myself,
if my parents had given me away...

...I might be angry. Very angry.
Look, I didn't even know my parents.

And you have to know them
to be angry?

Is your daughter angry?

She's young.
That's how young people are.

You gave her away. No, I didn't.

You didn't give her away?
No, I didn't give her away.

My wife died in childbirth.

My brother and his wife,
they couldn't...

Anyway, that's how things were done
at that time.

That's how things were done?
Mm-hm.

Or... that's just the way
you allowed it to happen.

DOORBELL RINGS

DOORBELL RINGS AGAIN

TRAFFIC PASSING

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS

I know what this is about.
Really?

You've changed your mind.

And you want to go to the pictures
with me this weekend.

No. Sorry.

It's not about that?
No, it's not about that.

I'm worried about April.
About April, why?

Because I haven't heard from her
in ten days. And?

We were supposed to meet at The Corinthian
last Thursday, she never showed.

I rang her the next day, no answer
and I haven't heard from her since.

Did you go round to her flat?
Lots of times.

I was just there.
What about work?

They say she sent in a sick note
and hasn't been back. There you go.

She's gone away on a skite.
Did she say that?

Not to me,
but... why should she? Mm.

Did you try her key? What key?

I never knew that was there.

She lets me kip on her couch
sometimes.

KEYS JANGLE

This way, I don't have to wake her.
I see.

It's all perfectly innocent, Phoebe!

DOOR CLOSES

OPENS LOCK

Wait! Shouldn't we knock first?

Probably.

April?

April?

What?

She never makes her bed.

I think we should tell the police.
Tell them what?

That April is missing.

Phoebe, you know what April's like,
she's away on a bender somewhere

and she hasn't come home yet.

Come on.
Have you time for a quick drink?

I better not.

You don't make it easy, do you?

All right, I have to get back anyway.

We'll give it another day or two,
if we don't hear anything

we'll put a piece in the paper
saying, "April, where are you?!"

Don't put it in the paper. All
right, take it easy! I'm only joking!

Promise me?
Promise, Jesus!

I'm sure it's nothing!
CAR HORN BEEPS

Tell me a little more about Sarah,
will you?

Sarah...

She was my brother's wife.
I know that.

But you've always managed to
skirt around... She's dead.

Yes.

She died
just before things started to

come apart at the seams, didn't she?

Passed away in March.

Your drinking gets out of hand
May, June,

you see your GP about it in August.

You were arrested outside McGonagles
for drunken affray in September.

The board of the hospital
hauled you in in November.

I mean, if you consider it
like a graph,

things get worse and worse
from the moment she died.

Well, it's one way of looking at it,
yes.

And what way would you look at it?

HE SCOFFS
She was my brother's wife.

And that's it? That's it.

Well, Doctor Quirke, on paper
it seems you've done everything

that was asked of you.
You want to go home, fine.

But my concern,
and I'm being frank with you,

is that we'll be seeing you
back in here before long.

You've an interesting job, a good
mind, no family hanging out of you,

no-one telling you to do
anything you don't want to do

and yet you're hellbent on killing
yourself, with liquor.

What would you say
if I told you that was MY life?

I'd say, good luck.

All right.

Good luck...

...Doctor Quirke.

Thank you.

HE SIGHS

Anyway, you're out. Yeah.

No more gargle!

THEY CHUCKLE

Good for you. Thanks.

Can we go, Mal?
CAR STARTS

You're joking! What did she say?

HE LAUGHS
That is classic!

That is absolutely classic!
Denny, I'll talk to you later.

Doctor Griffin! I didn't know
you were... What's going on?

No, it's just, everyone calls on
Doctor Quirke's phone,

my office is so small.

How is Doctor Quirke?

Can we expect him back soon?
Get your stuff out of here.

Yes, yes, of course. And I want all
your reports for the last four weeks,

neatly stacked on Doctor Quirke's
desk ready and waiting for him.

You got that?

I was going to do it.
Sure, no-one tells me anything.

And tell someone to clean up
in here.

BIRDS SINGING

Phoebe! I'm sorry.
I got held up at the hospital.

They always start late
on opening nights.

There's Jimmy.

Ahoy, my hearties! Looking good.

Isabel looks so beautiful.

Sure, that picture's ten years old.

What are you talking about?
It's for this show!

THEY LAUGH

Come on.

AUDIENCE APPLAUD

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS

Hello, Phoebe. Hi.

You're home.
Yeah. I got back yesterday.

So Mal gave me the ticket for this,
for tonight, excuse me.

He's working.

This is Jimmy Minor.
Nice to meet you.

And Patrick. Nice to meet you.

How do you do, sir?
This is Quirke. He's my, erm...

Yes. Erm... do you work at
the hospital?

Yes, I'm just finishing my
residency. Ah! Good, that's great.

Oh, look out, here she is!
You were fantastic!

Oh, stop, I was horrid tonight!
Oh, Jimmy!

Patrick! You're a darling. Thank you
so much for coming. Congratulations.

Hello...? Hello. Congratulations,
that was wonderful.

Oh, thank you.

Well, er... I'd better rush off.

Nice to meet you all.
Thank you very much for coming.

Good night, Phoebe.

NEWS REPORT PLAYS ON RADIO
'An Taoiseach, Eamon De Valera

'admitted that while he had no
definitive statistics to hand,

'emigration is clearly running at
a very high rate. Unemployment and

'emigration are the two evils
towards which his government's

'principal efforts are being
directed.' DOORBELL RINGS

'He went on to blame Mr Costello's
previous administration for

'policies which had hampered
economic recovery.

'He also restated that agriculture must form
the basis of any prosperity we might attain.'

I forget how you take it.

Do you want me to get you some...?
Black is fine.

Sorry I haven't seen you
since the funeral. I got your card.

But I wanted to drop by.

Ah, things just got...

you know.

What was it like in Saint John's?

Ohh... It was...

You've stopped...? Yeah.

Over a month now.

And how are you? I'm OK.

Do you miss Sarah? Yeah.

Do you?
HE SIGHS

Er... I did have a reason
to come and see you.

A friend of mine has disappeared.

I don't know if you know her, April?
April Latimer.

She was a few years ahead of me
at the College of Surgeons.

Have you spoken to her family?
I don't know them.

Well, I know the brother
a little bit.

He's quite a well-known
gynaecologist.

Could you ask him if she's all right?
Yeah.

We can ask him together if you like.
Thanks, Quirke.

It's lucky you came by so early.

This is positively the only time
I ever get.

Well, we appreciate you
taking the time, Doctor. Not at all.

Now... you mentioned on the phone
something about my sister April.

Yes, well, it's just... I hope you're not
going to tell me she's in trouble again.

Well, it's Phoebe, really. She's...

she's a little concerned
about her. Oh?

Well... the thing is, no-one has...

well, none of her friends
have seen her in over two weeks.

I'm not sure I can help you. Of
course, it's none of our business...

No, you don't understand,
Doctor Quirke.

I haven't seen April in
four-and-a-half years

and she lives around the corner
from me. Oh.

No, I'm sorry to say that the only
thing we ever hear from April

these days is the odd bit of...
well, unpleasant gossip.

I'd like to help you but that's...

April is...

Do you think that if you asked your
mother she might know where she is?

Not at this time, Doctor Quirke.

Look, what I will say is
that knowing April,

she'll probably show up
sooner or later.

DOORBELL RINGS
Ah! That's my first appointment.

Thank you for your time.
Not at all. Ms Griffin.

DOOR CLOSES

Do you think
he was telling the truth?

Don't know.

He could be protecting her,

because she doesn't want anybody
to know where she is. Mm.

Don't you think he was awfully quick
to tell two strangers

what a disaster his family is?

He might be beyond caring. How could
you not care about your sister?

The landscape of your average family,
Phoebe, can be quite strange.

SHE SOBS

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have said that.

No, it's not that, it's just...

I just know something terrible
has happened to April, Quirke.

I can just... I just know.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks for coming, Inspector.

Quiet building.

Only one other flat is occupied,
apparently.

Must be why it's so cold.

DOOR OPENS

Miss Latimer?

Miss Latimer?

Is she an untidy girl as a rule?

Er... I don't know. She could be.

She's very, um...

What?
Social girl, by all accounts.

Oh, dear.

Her family have heard nothing,
you say?

No, she sent in a sick note
and that's the last anybody's heard.

Have you seen it, the sick note? No.

Might be worth a look.

See if she signed it herself.

HE OPENS AND CLOSES DRAWER

How have you been, Doctor? It's
a long time since I've seen you.

You know I was in Saint John
of the Cross over the Christmas? Oh.

The drink, was it?
I'm afraid so, Inspector.

Well, you're off it now? Yeah.

Oh, good for you.
Bedroom through here?

Doctor Quirke!

If you please.

And how is Mrs Hackett?

Her inexhaustible reservoirs of
forbearance continue to astound.

Give us a lift with that, will you?

Problem is, Doctor Quirke,
people go missing every day.

Sometimes they just turn up,
sometimes they never do.

Without a report from the family,

I can't even put a single man on it.

Just pure budgetary constraints,
ie, I have no money.

I understand.

The Latimers are a powerful family,
Doctor Quirke.

Perhaps even a dangerous family,
if you get on the wrong side of them.

Unfortunately,
if they're not interested

in where their daughter is,

there may not be
a huge amount I can...

Now what would you say that is?

It's blood. Mm.

A lot of blood.

You know,
I might let you do the talking.

Are you sure?

HE RINGS DOORBELL

This isn't officially
an investigation.

I'm not supposed to even be on the
bloody south side without my passport.

Gentlemen.

Mrs Latimer.
Thank you for seeing us.

This is Inspector Hackett.

Inspector. Morning.

A policeman and a doctor.
Should I be worried?

Thank you, Marie. Yes, ma'am.

Mrs Latimer,
my daughter is Phoebe Griffin.

Perhaps you know her?
I know who she is.

You've already been to see
my son Oscar.

Then you'll know that

nothing has been heard from April
for some weeks now.

So you called the police
on my behalf?

Well, Inspector Hackett is here
in an unofficial capacity, so far.

And what capacity are you here in?
Er... the thing is, Mrs Latimer,

April hasn't been to work,
she hasn't been seen,

her flat is empty.

She's moved?
No. Her things are all still there.

Doctor Quirke asked my advice, and I suggested
as next-of-kin you might know where she's gone.

Well, the sad fact is I don't.
She leads her own life.

That's how she wants it
and that's how it is.

Well, is there anybody
that she might...

I've just told you,
she leads her own life.

I can't afford to allow myself
to get upset about this anymore.

She is my daughter,
and I have to love her, of course,

but how can I?

She's never let me. There you are.

Well... other people are entitled
to love her, aren't they?

DOORBELL RINGS

You're impertinent, Doctor Quirke.

And from what I hear,
you're in no position yourself

to challenge anyone
on the duties of a parent.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes.

Oh, God... it's bitter out there.

Inspector Hackett, I presume?
Minister.

Oh, don't call me Minister,

we don't bother with titles
and all that around here.

Bill will suffice.

Is that tea fresh?

Sit down, sit down.

So, this niece of mine,
what is it this time?

Another boyfriend up in court?

Apparently she hasn't telephoned her
friends in a week. Is that all?

HE CHUCKLES
That's a relief.

She's probably down the country
with some young fella, what!

Sorry, Celia. Yes.

Well. If you'll excuse me.

I'll leave you gentlemen to it.

Oh, for Gods' sake! Come on.

I need some air.

SEAGULLS SQUAWK

Poor Celia.

She's at her wit's end, lads.

April's caused her
nothing but heartache.

Her father died when she was nine or
ten. Probably didn't help,

if you want to take
the charitable view.

But I'm inclined to think she'd be
exactly the same even if he'd lived.

Minister, we found blood on
the floor beside April's bed.

In her bed? No, down between
the floorboards like someone

tried to clean it up, but, well,
it's a devil to get rid of.

Obviously, we didn't mention anything
to Mrs Latimer,

but I have a fella looking at it
for me now. What fella?

From the forensics unit.

Who does he report to, you?
Me, yes.

They don't go blabbing
about the place, do they? No, sir.

I'd hate for Celia to hear some
silly tittle-tattle. Of course.

Ah, Christ.

Is there anybody that your niece
might have been seeing or...?

Anybody that she might have been
afraid of?

You a detective as well now, Quirke?
No.

What makes you think you're entitled
to ask me personal questions?

Well, I just thought that
we were all...

I'm not sure I care
what you thought.

Marching into an old woman's house
and... Minister, that was my, er...

Doctor Quirke is a city pathologist,

he's here with me today
in his professional capacity.

Oh, is that right?

I heard you were retired out of your
job recently, no?

No, I was in
Saint John of the Cross.

Oh, that's right.
Your nerves, was it?

No, drink. Oh, yes.

That's what I heard.

Just stay close to me on this blood
stain or whatever it is, Inspector.

Right, I have to vote on some
blasted private member's bill, so...

I'll wish you good morning.

Minister.

When are you getting back to work?

Soon, I suppose. Yeah.

Sooner the better,
I'd say, wouldn't you? Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS

Come on out of there!
DOG BARKING

Am I late?

Only three quarters of an hour. Oh.

Hope you like your steak well done.

Rose Crawford is on the prowl.

She asked for your number.

Don't feed the dog at the table.
Sorry, sorry.

There was some talk at
the board meeting on Friday,

people wondering about your plans.
What people?

Your chap in pathology,
what's his name, Sinclair?

He just wants my job, that's all.

Well, you better watch out
or he'll get it.

Look, Mal, I appreciate that
you're cooking for me

but you don't have to keep
checking up on me all the time.

I'm not checking up on you!

Do you not think I might just like
seeing you from time to time?

Not really, no.

HE CHUCKLES

I was going to ask you

to come to the Society of
Corpus Christi dinner with me.

No, listen, there's no mass or
prayers or anything.

It's a charity bash.

Few dances, few speeches,
we'll have a laugh.

Mm-hm.
Sarah and I went every year.

I just...

...don't want to go on my own.

It's usually crawling with spinsters
and widows.

Oh, fabulous.

Now, do you want some trifle?

And don't worry, there's no sherry
in it, Phoebe told me not to.

Oh, just in case
I fly off the handle?

Has she mentioned anything about
April Latimer to you? Yes.

That she was missing.
Missing?! My backside!

I'd put a guinea on it,
says she's got in trouble

and gone to London to get it fixed.
Oh, yeah?

AND a ferocious drink problem.

She's on thin ice at the hospital,
according to Professor Moriarty.

If she hasn't already
fallen through, that is.

Hello, Margaret. Doctor Quirke!
You're back.

Yeah, I'm just trying to catch up
before I hit the grindstone.

Can I, er... can I work away in here?
Requests in writing.

HE SIGHS

Can I drop it up to you later?

Go on. Thanks.

You're looking well, by the way.
Oh, you're a big liar, Margaret!

MAN: ..why didn't she throw herself
out the other window?

She would have landed on
Dawson Street,

and been out of my jurisdiction!
LAUGHTER

Doctor Quirke!
Er, I didn't know you were...

This is Jim.
James Minor from the Evening Press.

Yeah, we've met. I was, erm...
Doctor Sinclair here was just

giving me a bit of background on
the lady who jumped off the, er...

jumped off the...

It's very sad. Really?

Can you go and sort out the post

that's building up in
the dispatch box? Yes. Of course.

Yeah, I better... Before you go,

could I have a word with you,
Mr Minor? Yeah, of course.

Call me Jimmy, will you? Jimmy.

You're a friend of April Latimer's,
aren't you? Yeah.

So what do you think
happened to her?

What happened to her? Well, you're
a man of the world. I can see that.

Well...

Look, I know that Phoebe
idolises April, all right?

So anything that I say here
is between us, OK? Yeah, sure.

Go on.

I'll put it this way, I can see why
her family would be terrified.

Of what? Scandal.

Embarrassment.

April is wild. Wild?

What, drink?
She drinks, but... you know.

Wild.

With men, all right? Yeah, men.
What kind of men?

The wrong kinds.
Fellas that would just use her.

Fellas where you'd be
scratching your head wondering

what in the name of Jesus
could she possibly...

And has there been anybody recently?
Of course there was!

HE SIGHS
Don't get me wrong,

April's a good friend,
she's a REALLY nice person,

but there's something...
HE EXHALES DRAMATICALLY

...missing somewhere.

I'm sorry, Doctor Quirke,
there's someone on the phone for you.

Who is it?
It's an American lady.

Thanks, Jimmy.

CORK POPS
At last!

Sir? Oh, he'll have one.

Rose, you know I've been away.
Away where?

Saint John of the Cross.

Oh, you dried out?

Mm-hm. Well, good for you.

To sobriety.

GLASSES CLINK

I'll have them take it away.

I don't want you back up on the Cross
on my account.

So, how's Phoebe?
She's, erm... she's good.

And Mal? Mal, oh, you know Mal.

He says, um... he says
he's going to retire soon. Retire?!

Well, he's far too youthful.
Well, that's what I said.

I'll tell you what he needs.

A decent period of mourning,
a year or two,

then get married again.

Who would marry him, Rose?

You'd be surprised, Quirke.
I WOULD be surprised.

THEY LAUGH

So what about you?
What about me?

Don't you ever get lonely? Oh!

Who doesn't, Rose? Nobody.

Maybe I should marry you.

I wouldn't let you do that
to yourself, Rose.

SHE LAUGHS

ROSE'S VOICE ECHOES: Now,
tell me they have fresh oysters.

LIVELY CHATTER

Phoebe!

What did you think of the match?
What match?

What match?
Oh, for crying out loud!

What do you want to drink?

Just a tonic water, thanks.
I'm meeting Patrick.

Oh!

Excuse me!

We're just getting some food.
You should come with us. No.

Something tells me
I wouldn't be welcome.

Phoebe! Jimmy!

Sorry. I forgot the match was on.
Hey.

We should go to Fratellis.
It'll be quiet.

Good idea, I'm starving! Have
a drink FIRST! For Jaysus' sake!

Hey, Minor! What do you want,
a pint? Yeah, a pint.

And here, Tommy,
get me a tonic water?

And Patrick, what do you want?
I'm all right, Jimmy, thanks.

Get him a banana!
LAUGHTER

HE LAUGHS

I'll see you outside, Phoebe.

Aw, Patrick!
Patrick, wait!

You sure that's a good idea?
What are you talking about?

You're supposed to be his friend and
you don't even stand up for him.

You know, he was having it off
with April, don't you?

So what if he was? What's it to you?

He knows more than he's letting on,
that's all.

Let go of me, Jimmy. Just watch your
step! That's all I'm saying.

Or you'll be on that boat
to London too.

Someone give me a drink, for
the love of God. Get that into you.

Slainte. Slainte.

Are you all right?

Do you get that kind of thing a lot?

IN DUBLIN ACCENT:
Well, more than I'd like!

THEY LAUGH

Look, if you want to leave it
tonight, I don't mind, Phoebe. No...

Listen, Jimmy just said something
to me. What?

Nothing. You know what he's like.
Mm.

Come on. If we hurry, we can catch
the last sitting at Fratellis.

CHURCH BELLS RING

Glass of wine, sir?
No, thank you.

Oh, God, Mal. You didn't tell me
the Judge was here.

I, uh... assumed you knew.
Aw, Mal.

Ah, you came!

Just seeing if the old tuxedo
still fits after all these years.

Well, it does. You look well,
and you too, Mal.

Although you could do with
a haircut, both of you. Now, come on.

Let's have a drink before dinner.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Ah, John.

Ah, Judge. Hiya, Bill.

I was wondering if you'd be able
to make it. How are you, Bill?

Fine, thanks. Quirke. Minister.

I've a small bone to pick with you.
Oh?

I've been hearing
unfavourable reports. Like what?

That you've been going
into people's homes

and accusing them of
all sorts of things.

They're a good family, the Latimers,

and certainly not ones
to antagonise.

I'm not antagonising them.

You were always a pathologist.
First, last and always, Quirke.

You never leave a thing alone,
until you understand it.

But some things are not for us
to understand,

should be left alone.
To-to-to... To what, to rot?

To die? Don't be so naive.

You go on like a bloody adolescent!

Like what's your man in
Rebel Without A Cause.

All I've ever done is treat you
like a member of our family,

but you know what?

It's like you never accepted us.

What are you talking about?
Of course I've accepted you.

You think I don't know
you were carrying on

with your own brother's wife?

Your brother!

Jesus' sake. Look at him.

Ladies and gentlemen, could you
please take your seats downstairs?

Well, Your Grace, are Wexford
going to do it on Sunday?

Good evening, sir. Good evening.

HE SIGHS

Can I have a glass of wine, please?

We've a nice Chateauneuf du Pape
open this evening, or...?

Erm... I'll have a whiskey.
Irish? Sure.

Double? Yeah.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not disturbing you?

I met you at the opening night of
Hedda Gabler. Oh, yes.

Miss Galloway, of course.

It was an excellent performance.
Thank you for saying so.

The barman said
you were drinking whiskey?

Oh. Thank you.

Would you care to join me?

Only if you don't mind.
Of course not.

I'm using you, actually.
Oh, really?

The man over there at the bar?

With the make-up
and the terrible black wig.

He's hounding me to play Pegeen Mike
in a musical version

of Playboy of the Western
bloody World! Can you imagine?!

I wish I could be of some use
to you, Miss Galloway,

but I wasn't planning on staying
too long.

Got to get up for work
in the morning.

Oh, that's perfect!
I can walk out with you.

'So how do you know Phoebe?'

I know Phoebe through...
April Latimer. Ah.

April sort of took Phoebe
under her wing.

Although I'm not sure how much
shelter there is under there.

I hear that she's, er...

...like a force of nature.
More like a bloody tornado.

She's her own worst enemy, really.

Our lives have gone a bit quiet
all of a sudden since she...

she's gone wherever she's gone.
And to tell you the truth, there are

quite a lot of people who wouldn't
really care if she never came back.

Sad but true, I'm afraid.

This is me.

Why don't you come in?

SHE LAUGHS

You can take off your coat,
you know.

No, it's just...

Just what?

Sorry.

Maybe we're a little drunker
than I thought.

Well, I better...
I better get going.

I don't want to give you
the wrong idea.

Why don't we both...
get the wrong idea and...

...see where it leads us?

BIRDS SINGING

Oh, by the Lord, Harry, what happened
to this poor old sausage?

Oh. Row over a bottle of wine
in an alleyway.

That's what I call a thirst.

I have the results from forensics
of the blood on April's flat.

Well? Hm.

Two blood types mixed together,
AB positive and AB negative.

And one person can't be both? Yeah.

AB negative is the rarest blood type
there is.

I mean, less than 1%
of the population have it but...

AB positive is more common.
But you can't, as you say, be both.

Don't tell me the lab have made
a cock-up?

I don't think so. So?

Well... what if the sample
was post-partum?

A mother and a baby.

Something like that.
Miscarriage, termination.

OK, so she lost a child,
or maybe someone helped her lose it

and now she's recovering somewhere?
It's possible.

You're not convinced?

There's, er... there's a lot of
blood there.

And I've been having a look
at this sick note.

No signature.

They can be a right nuisance, Doctor
Quirke, these niggling feelings.

You don't know why you feel the way
you feel, but you do,

it's like having a hangover
when you haven't had a drink.

I'll keep my ears open.

Unofficially, of course.

Good luck.

WOMAN: What do you want?!
If it's about the rent,

you're wasting your time.
No, no, it's not about the rent.

Are you trying to take away my cat?

No, I'm not trying to take
your cat away.

Could you fix me gas fire?

I'll have a go.

You're not like the other men from
the Gas Board.

Well, that's because, see,
I'm not really from the Gas Board.

But I can tell you,
that I think you've been cut off.

Ah, that's a distinct possibility,
all right.

Now listen, if you're a Jehovah's
Witness, come right out and say it.

No, no, I'm not a Jehovah's Witness.
Actually, I'm a doctor.

Do you happen to know the girl
who lives upstairs?

Of course I know her,
she does me shopping for me,

that's why I'm starving in here!
You see, I couldn't go out,

because there was all men coming
up and down out there. What men?

Men, coming up the stairs.

And I heard her crying.
And so I just kept me door shut.

Who... who was crying?

And there was a man that night,
my God,

he looked as if he'd sprung from
the very pit of Hell itself!

NURSES CHATTING

She's all yours, Doctor.

Doctor!

Oh... thank you, Sister.

Everything all right, Doctor Ojukwu?
Morning, Doctor Griffin.

Chop, chop, eh? Yes, sir.

Morning, Sister.
Morning, Doctor Griffin.

Hiya, Dermot. Can I go in?

I wouldn't go in just at the moment,
Doctor.

Speak of the devil!
Hope you're proud of yourself too!

Here, keep it as a souvenir.

And I'll tell you this
for the very last time,

you stay away from my family,
all of you, do you hear me?!

And you... you look to your
sense of decency, sir.

Or by Christ, you'll regret that
you ever stuck your nose into this.

I'll walk you out, Minister.
What are you looking at?

Get back to work, you lazy sods,
what's the matter with ye?

PHONES RINGING

Well, Doctor. You've done it now,
haven't you?

You fancy a drink?

Listen, for myself,
I know you're only trying to help,

but this kind of thing will cause
uncle Bill hell in the Cabinet

which is why he's so...

See, no-one really understands
what it is to be a Latimer.

My father carried James Connolly out
of the GPO after the surrender.

He shared a cell with
Eamon De Valera.

He lost his friends, family,
everything to free this country.

Whereas uncle Bill,
I'm sure you know...

...people don't respect him
as much as they did my father.

He never said anything about
the blood. What blood?

The blood that we found beside
April's bed. What kind of blood?

April's kind.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because up to now we didn't know
whose it was.

This is...

Obviously we'll have to, er...

God!

What happened?

Accident,

miscarriage,

who can say?

Until the family files a report,
the police can't... No, um...

obviously I'll talk to uncle Bill,

get onto the police and see if
they can, you know... quietly.

Unless you know where she is.

I wish I did.

You could try asking some of her
so-called friends.

Like who? I don't know.

Half of them are low-lifes,
I can't remember.

And the men...
Christ, I dread to even...

There's that Nigerian chap,
works at the hospital.

Can't keep his hands off the nurses.

Someone even told me that himself
and April had... Mm.

Look, I better get back.

Can I give you a lift?

I think I'll walk.
Good luck, Quirke.

PHONE RINGS

HE GROANS

Hello?

What time is it?

In the morning?

Oh.

The evening!

What's wrong?

Mal!

Mal!

What happened?
Where have you been?

I was... I...

Oh, God! Look at you!

HE SIGHS

Stroke?

Mrs O'Halloran found him
on the kitchen floor this morning.

Is there anywhere around here I can
get a coffee? Oh, for Christ's sake!

Phoebe. Go home with him.

Make sure he eats.

I'll call you if there's any change.

I called in there today.
To April's?

I met with April's neighbour.

She told me that she'd seen a black
man going up to April's flat.

Do you happen to know
who that might be? No.

What about the African man
I met you with at the play?

Er... no. He didn't know April.

The Latimers have complained me
to the police,

so I've been warned away. I know.

And Jimmy's been sacked as well.
Who?

Jimmy Minor.

He wrote the piece about April
in the paper.

Why did they sack him?
For writing the piece.

HE SIGHS

You want me to make you some dinner?
Er... no thanks.

I think I'll just go to bed.

You want me to sit here for a few
minutes? I'm not going to drink.

I'll light the fire.
I said I'm not going to drink.

Please don't hate me.

Why would I hate you?

Because Delia died giving birth
to me. For Jesus' sake,

what are you talking about?
I wouldn't blame you.

And I understand under the
circumstances why you gave me away.

I did NOT give you away!

Mal and Sarah, they...

they were able to give you things
that... It doesn't matter.

I've forgiven you. OK?

You've forgiven me? Yes, I have.

Why do you think
I would need your forgiveness?

Well... No, it's just that it...

No, listen to me,
I don't need your forgiveness

and I don't need anybody else's!
Have you got that?

I'm sorry, I just... What?

I'm sorry. Yeah. Me too.

DOOR CLOSES

WOLF-WHISTLES

PEBBLES HIT THE WINDOW

Black coffee, two sugars.

Your hands are shaking.

Are you cold?

Hey.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Patrick? Hm?

What do you think has happened
to April?

I don't know.

Did you ever visit her in her flat?
Yes, of course.

A few times.
Were you and her...?

What?

Well, someone spoke to
April's neighbour...

and she said that... she saw a black
man going up to April's apartment

and that April was crying.

Who was talking to her?
The police?

No.

Quirke.

Is that why you came here? No!

Well, yeah.
I think you should go, Phoebe.

Why? Because I thought
you came here to see me,

not because you think I had something
to do with what's happened to April.

I don't!
So why did you come here?

Why are you asking me this?
Because I was jealous!

All right?
Because I was jealous.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Who's up there?

Nobody, Mrs Gilligan!

It was just the radio.

What? It was the radio!

Good night, Mrs Gilligan.

You should go. I'll be quiet. No!

Let me stay, Patrick, please! I said
just go, Phoebe, all right? Just go.

SHE SOBS

MUSIC PLAYS NEXT DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Morning, Lazarus.

How are you feeling?

HE SIGHS

Just about as rough as
I deserve to feel, I imagine.

SHE LAUGHS

What time did I get here?
About three.

Half three.

Did I disgrace myself?

Did you try to get me into bed,
you mean?

Yes, you tried. Sorry.

Don't worry, you were very gallant.

I made you a cup of tea
and you sort of... keeled over.

Sorry.

Quirke, if you're going to keep on
apologising, you can clear off.

Sorry, I...

Right. Why don't you go and make us
a pot of coffee?

There's a dear.

SHE SIGHS

Quirke.

Are you all right, Doctor?

Can't you eat? No.

I've never been able
to eat breakfast.

Prefer to drink it, I suppose?

Isn't a joke, is it?

No.

You going to go back in,
to Saint John's?

I don't know.
I've got to do something.

Isn't there anyone
you want to stay sober for?

For Phoebe?

I know she reveres you.

She'd be better off without me. No.

I don't believe that.

I think maybe the real reason
I came here last night was to...

...was to ask...

Hm? Ask me what?

To help me.

God, I don't know about that!

Please?

I could try.

You've hardly touched your food!

I was thinking about work.

Have you ever considered coming back
to Boston with me? I don't think so.

You're crazy!

If I had your brains, I wouldn't
waste my youth in some damn hat shop!

Come home with me.

You could enrol in college, you
could even apply for... I can't!

Why not?

You know, there comes a time when

you have to stop trying to be
the good daughter

or the good little girl or
whoever it is you're trying to be.

Oh, yeah?
And what should I be trying to be?

How about yourself?

KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes?

Doctor Griffin? Patrick.

What can I do for you?

I was... wondering if you knew
anything about this?

What is it?

It's a letter from the Minister of
Justice about my immigration status.

How would I know about it?

Well, my visa is contingent on
my studies here at this hospital.

Hm.

You do know that April Latimer's
uncle is the Minister?

I don't know where she is.
Fair enough.

But if her uncle is trying to
kick you out of the country,

it suggests that
he thinks otherwise.

I don't.

Hm. Well...

I can give you a letter that says

the hospital couldn't possibly do
without you.

Thank you, Doctor Griffin.
Or, I could tell them about...

I don't know, a misdiagnosis here,

a sloppy prescription there.

And you might suddenly start
to look even more dangerous.

Why would you do that?

I don't give a tinker's damn where
April Latimer is.

I don't even like her.

But Phoebe loves her.

So if you do know anything,
I want to know too.

Let's go down to pathology, shall we?
Pathology?

She asked me for my help.

She was very brave and we...

...we did it.

You terminated her pregnancy?

Yes.

At her flat?

Well, it wasn't my baby, if that's
what you're thinking, all right?

I stayed with her that night
and she was fine.

But the following evening...

...she phoned me...

She was bleeding.

I told her to... get an ambulance,
I begged her.

But she absolutely forbade it.

I went straight there and I...

...I did what I could, but...

But what?

She was alive when I left her.
You LEFT her?!

I'm not saying anything else. Why?!

Because she made me promise.
Ah, for crying out loud!

Is that really important now? Yes.

If she's alive, it is.
And if she's dead?

Look, I made a promise to her,
all right?

I made a promise.

If you want to know any more,
why don't you ask her family?

What makes a man like that

risk everything for the likes of
April Latimer?

Whatever it is,
he's not going to tell us.

It must be his baby.

You can imagine how that went down with
the Latimers and their precious family.

A black baby is up there with incest
for the likes of Bill Latimer.

And Oscar Latimer, my God!

Although Patrick is actually
a prince in his own country,

so that might make the difference.

Yeah, erm, I left my keys inside.
I'll telephone you later.

There's some chicken stew at home,
if you'd like.

I'm afraid you've wasted your trip,
Doctor Quirke.

My son is not at home.

Do you know where he is?

I don't think that's any of
your business, Doctor Quirke.

But if you must know,
he's in town tonight.

Corpus Christi have seen fit to
grace my late husband

with a Legion of Honour Medal

and Oscar is to collect it
on his behalf.

You're not going yourself?
It's men only tonight.

Naturally.

Can I give him a message for you?

No, thank you.

CHURCH BELLS RING
All men are heroes to their sons.

But few are heroes to entire nations.

That was my father's privilege.

If my father...

...if...

...my father was here tonight,

he would be so proud.

And it is therefore with some pride
that I stand here before you

to accept this great honour in
memory of my father, Connor Latimer,

a patriarch, and a patriot.
Thank you.

APPLAUSE

For God's sake!
What is it now, Quirke?

People are starting to worry
about you, you know that?

I spoke to Patrick Ojukwu
this evening. Who?

He confessed to performing an abortion
on your sister, April, in her flat.

I thought you should know that.

But then you already do, don't you?
I know nothing of the sort.

Who is this, er, Patrick Ojonko?
Patrick Ojukwu.

He's the man who asked you
to come and save your sister.

But she died, didn't she?
How the hell would I know?

Because you hid her body.
I did no such thing.

His was the consciousness,
not just of a man,

but of a people.
APPLAUSE

Ojukwu called you because
she was bleeding to death,

but you panicked.
And you hid her body.

And why would I do that?
Because she was carrying your baby.

Listen to yourself.

She was my SISTER, for Christ's sake!
That's why you had to hide the body,

because of the scandal.

She botched her own abortion
and you couldn't clean it up. No.

The baby's blood was AB negative,
the same as yours.

You must have thought
it was a long shot

that anybody would put
two and two together,

but you couldn't take the chance,
could you?

I'm going to give you 30 seconds
to get out of this building.

It's only because I know that
you've got a drink problem.

But if you're not gone by then,
I'm going to have you thrown out.

And I'm going to see to it
personally that you're struck off.

Look, your little bird
is missing a wing. What?

I think I might have it here.
What are you talking about?

Go home, Quirke.
Well, look at that.

Perfect.

Know where I found that?

In April's flat.

APPLAUSE CONTINUES

You let her die, Oscar.

You let her die.

No!

Everything all right, gentlemen?
Yes, yes, everything's all right.

And now, gentlemen, may I ask you

all to be upstanding,
for my brother, Connor Latimer?

I tried to save her, Quirke.

There was nothing I could do.

I thank you. Thank you.

I never loved anyone
like I loved April.

I was telling the truth
about not seeing her for four years,

until one night
at the end of October

when we bumped into each other
on South Anne Street.

She was drunk out of her mind,

didn't know where she was. So...

...I put her in a taxi
and I brought her home and I, I...

...went in.

She was, er... barely conscious, she
didn't know it was me, I don't think.

And I... don't know why I did it...
HE SOBS

...to obliterate it
or to control it or...

Oh, Christ!

To obliterate what, Oscar?

We were just...

We were just children...

...and our heroic father would come in
stinking of drink

and he'd tell us both
to get into the bed

and then he'd... he'd...

Oh, Christ!
HE SOBS

Oscar.

Even when he died, it didn't...

We just didn't speak to each other
any more until that night.

What's going on here?

Patrick called me
and told me what they had done.

And I knew it was my baby.

And there was nothing I could do.

She died about ten minutes
after I got there.

God help her, God help her!

HE SOBS

I watched her die.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

This has nothing to do with you!

What do you mean,
it has nothing to do with me?

Have you any idea
what you're saying?

Oscar?

Where's April's body?

HE SOBS

Congratulations.

How did you get on?

Well, they extended my visa.

Because of this?

Wow!

That is...

Want a drink?

Hey...

Hey! There, now.

It's all right.

You did your best. You did your best.

"After a jittery final fence,

"Persian Tiara
suddenly managed to surge.

"The crowd roared their approval
for a fitting finale to..."

KNOCK ON DOOR

Just thought I'd say goodbye.

When are you off?
Rose is calling for me at seven

and I fly out tonight.

I don't suppose you'll miss me?

I'm really sorry that things turned
out so badly for your friend April.

It's funny, isn't it?

Out of everyone,
you were the only one who...

HE COUGHS

Are you all right?
My boy! My boy.

Were we at the races just now?
No. I was reading you the results.

Go back to sleep.
You'll be as right as rain.

We were going in the school gates
a few minutes ago.

You'll be all right.
Get some sleep.

I know... I know it's wrong.
What is?

I always loved you
more than anyone else.

Why do you think that is?

Bad judgment, maybe. Hah!

I won't be able to give you your
presents on Christmas morning.

Of course you will. Ah!

You used to ask me if I knew
who put you in the orphanage.

I said I didn't know, but I do...
I do know.

It was me.

No! You-you took me out, Dad,
you gave me a home.

Yes, but I also put you in.

We had no choice, we couldn't
get married, we had no money.

Broke my heart, nearly killed me,
I swear to God!

But as soon as I could
I got you out.

Every night, I dreamt you were
calling to get me

to come back and get you.

I did in the end.

I always knew.

Who told you?

Nobody.

Who was my mother, Dad?

No, I can't...

HE SOBS

I can't...

If you're coming back this way,
let me know and I'll buy you lunch.

Yeah. That'd be great.

Listen... I wanted to give you this.

I was going to give it to Mal
to give to you.

It belonged to your mother. Thanks.

Quirke...

SHE SOBS