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-She's lucky we're not expelling her.

She showed pornography to the whole of sixth class,

and in the new media room at that.

-I-I'm sorry. Let -- Let me get this right.

Layla was streaming porn?

-Horrendous. Porn. -Horrendous?

-Yes. Horrendous.

-Horrendous? Really?

-My God. I'd never have expected it from Layla.

I don't know what to say.

-Like, what are we talking about here?

-Pardon? -Well, you said horrendous porn.

Like what?

-Sam.

-I'm just saying,

horrendous porn sounds pretty feckin' bad, right?

I just want to know, like, what are we dealing with?

Like...

Animals?

-Animals?

God, no. Not animals.

-Sam. -No.

Good. Great. Thank God.

So is it higher or lower than animals?

-What? -Sorry?

-The film. Horrendous, was.

Was it higher or lower than animal?

-Stop talking, Sam. -Okay. No. Good.

Doesn't really matter.

I was just...

Anyway.

It's pretty bad. [Clicks teeth]

Got the picture.

-[Sighs]

-Trace.

I wasn't taking the piss.

-That's the point, you tit.

You were genuinely asking Mrs. Silk

what genre of porn it was.

-I was trying to gauge -- -Like she'd know the difference.

It was a massive cock

on a projector in front of 12-year-olds.

She probably thought it was a film about frankfurters,

for fuck's sake.

-Relax, Trace. Just -- -Stop telling me to relax.

-I'm just saying. I'm here, too.

-[Sighs] Christ.

You've even convinced yourself.

You should be in Vegas.

You're like the world's greatest magician.

How you can be in two places at one time

is fucking mind boggling.

-I'm here, aren't I? I'm here.

-You're here,

but you haven't been here for fucking years.

You are a useless man.

What you do is sit polishing that typewriter.

You do nothing, nothing with the girls.

You don't work, you don't cook, you don't write,

pay bills, nothing.

You don't even fuck.

All you do is drain me. All your promises and bullshit.

It's fucking over.

-Trace. -[Ice cream truck music playing]

No more fuck-ups, I promise.

[Car horn honks]

-Tracy!

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

[Inhales sharply, exhales sharply]

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Just give me a sec, okay?

You know how much I love you, okay?

We're a family, whatever happens.

Mummy had an accident. She's...

She's in hospital, but she's very, very sick.

-Oh, Tara's mum said she was dead.

-I -- Well, they're not even sure if she's ever gonna --

-Will I make her a card?

-Thank God she's alive. I thought she was --

-Actually, she is dead.

-What? -Actually she is. She is dead.

-You said she was in hospital sick.

Where is she?

-She is in hospital. -So, she's not dead?

-No. No, she -- No, she's in hospital,

but she's gone.

Her body's in the hospital.

-Are you sure she's dead? -Yep.

-Why would you say she's alive if she wasn't?

-I... -[Sniffles]

-[Scoffs]

-I'm sorry.

Oh.

♪♪

♪♪

-Thank you. Thank you.

♪♪

[Engine running]

-Come here.

-Can you put this in for me? It's doing my head in.

-[Sighs] -Hi.

-This is Zu, Sam.

-Sorry, just have to ask.

You didn't actually meet on the flight, did you?

-Yeah, we did. -That's why I was saying.

-Um, sorry your wife is, uh,

[clears throat] dead.

-Thank you. -Sweet.

Nice. All done.

So good to see you, man.

-Yeah. See you Tuesday.

-[Sighs]

Was, uh... was she chasing it?

-What? -The ice cream van.

Was she -- Was she chasing it?

-No, no. -No?

-No. She was 44.

-It's just sometimes, if they see you, they drive faster.

You know? It's like a power thing or something.

My cousin Azoya, her boyfriend, was the ice cream man.

He was motherfucker. Literally. He actually fucked --

-Sorry. Sorry. Could I just grab you just for a sec?

Do you mind? Sorry, Zu. Sorry.

-The fuck? Do you know how much I need this today?

She has got to go, okay?

-Come on. I promised her now.

-Well, un-promise her.

It's a wake, not a trip to Euro Disney.

[cellphone camera shutter clicking]

What is she doing?

-Selfies.

-She is not staying tonight, okay?

-Oh. -Please, Zein.

-[Sighs] -The girls are inside.

They keep asking for you.

-Fine. -Go on.

-Fine.

-Sorry.

Uh, do you want to go with him?

-Yes. Yes. Thank you.

[Engine starts]

-Hey, Tracy. I know we didn't always get along.

I know you -- you wanted the best for Sam, so...

I guess I'll -- I'll see you around.

You look great.

-Hello. Hello. Hello.

[Taps glass] Okay.

Okay.

-Cormac. -Mum, it's fine.

Tracy...

Hmm.

Tracy is my sister,

and she would have wanted you all to be just happy today.

So, gonna play a little song that she really liked.

-♪ ...little bit of back

♪ Gonna get pissed, wanna get smacked ♪

-It's all good. It's a happy day.

Celebrate.

-♪ ...little bit of back

♪ Gonna get pissed, wanna get smacked ♪

-Sounds good. That's it, Rosemary. That's it. Come on.

You know. Come up here. Join the party. She knows.

Rosemary knows. She's with the program.

-Watch your hip, Rosie.

-[Laughs]

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah.

-Alright, alright, alright.

-Mwah. -Okay.

-Ah.

-Alright. -[Laughs]

Ruby don't mind.

-Uh, it's Tracy. -Yes.

-No, no, no.

[Gasps]

-Oh, Jesus. -Fuck.

It's everywhere. -Yeah. Just her face.

Oh, shit, and there, on her neck.

Oh, poor Ruby. Can't get a break.

-Tracy. Her name's Tracy.

-Put the lid on it. -What?

-Pull -- Put the lid down on her.

-Shit it. I'll put you down.

Just -- Shh, shh.

I'm trying to think. Let me think.

-A Mr. Cohen crashed into her.

-No, no, Mr. Cone. The ice cream man.

-Oh, I thought it was Mr. Cohen from number 23.

I tried a falafel.

-Gorgeous.

-Not spicy at all.

♪♪

Who's that man?

-Well, that's, uh -- that's Zein, Sam's brother.

Well, half brother. He's an actor.

Lives in London. No idea who she is, though.

-God, I hate Mrs. Tilly.

Hope she chokes on her shawarma.

Not ready to say goodbye, Trace.

This family doesn't work without you.

I'm so sorry.

Zein.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Oh.

[Knock on door]

-Sam? -I'm coming.

Just give me one second, please.

Here we go. This'll look much better.

Now it's okay.

-Sam, can I come in?

-I'm coming. Just give me a second, please.

[Door opens]

Oh.

-Sam? -What have I done?

-I think it's time.

-[Sobbing]

[Clock ticking]

[Alarm singing]

♪♪

♪♪

-There's no milk. Again.

-Have toast. -Yeah. Great.

I need some money.

-I'm not made of money, Lina.

-Lena, is Baba up? -Yeah.

-Tell there's no milk,

and you need to take the bins.

I can't put any more in.

-Oh.

-[Sighs] -Nancy?

-Did you give an answer to --

Do you mind not doing that in my face?

It's like getting a speeding ticket off a hooker.

-Oh. Oh, that's nice.

Bit of hostile sexism

when we haven't even had breakfast yet.

-They're called sex workers.

Have you decided about the ski trip?

Every one in my year is going.

-It's expensive, Layla. I'm thinking about it.

Go get me Nancy's medicine.

Now, Layla. Now.

Nancy, see if my wallet's in the kitchen.

Oh, good girl.

-She's wearing that stupid hat.

-That's good. -You're wearing a stupid hat.

-Sorry. I'm busy. Can I ignore you another time?

-Please.

I need change, yeah?

-Yes. -Okay. Goodbye.

-Just think about the ski trip.

You can take it out of my college fund.

-Absolutely. Come on, you.

You got it, right? Okay.

College fund. Kiss my arse. Open.

Atta girl. Now come on.

Your hand. Nancy.

Okay, look, so tomorrow --

Oh, shit. Your lunch.

-I made my lunch, Baba.

-When? -In the morning.

-Who made it? -Me.

I'm just not very good at buttering the bread yet.

I'm still practicing.

-It's okay. It's not your fault.

-But like you say, Baba, Amins never give up.

-[Sighs]

I'm not a very good, daddy, am I?

-You're the bestest daddy.

You're just not a very good mommy yet.

-I'm sorry.

-We're still late. -I know, thank you.

This hat -- Is it a seasonal thing?

Like, how long are you going to wear it for?

-Um, until I'm dead. -Oh, God.

-Thanks, sir. I'll let him know.

-I feel bad.

What -- What if the school rings Baba?

-As if. I told them he's suicidal.

You haven't a clue.

The story's got to be layered, Layla.

It's fucking genius.

God, look at him there.

Seriously, I'd lick Jake Rooney's eyeballs.

I would eat him.

Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom.

-Shut up! You're so gross.

-[Squeals]

-Baba should say something to Nancy about that stupid hat.

Christmas is such nonsense anyway.

She's wearing that ratchet thing on her head.

Why? Because she has to believe in some --

some magical, made-up man who doesn't exist

just to help her get through the day.

Seriously?

What?

-[Scoffs]

[Cellphone chimes]

-That it?

I thought you had cancer or something.

-Cancer of my heart, Sammy.

It's okay to be upset, to feel something.

You're not a table, are you?

-Wind it in. You're an upset Muslim man with a backpack.

It's not a great look.

-Three months, Sammy. Nothing.

You don't say anything to anyone.

Don't answer the telephone to anyone.

I'm your father. It's enough now.

Talk to me, please. Speak.

-What do you want me to say?

I miss her? I miss her.

-You know, I disliked her very much.

-Wow.

I can actually feel myself healing.

Really, it's good to talk to you, Baba.

I'm finding it -- -Shut up.

Listen.

I hated her,

but you don't just instantly love someone, Sammy.

This is the problem with your generation.

You think...You meet someone and you're in love.

Let me tell you, love is always the same.

Doesn't matter if it's a wife or a mother or son.

The same. It happens all the time.

Then one day, not even noticing,

you just fall for them.

I love Tracy.

[Sobbing]

-[Mouths "Cancer"]

Pull it together, yeah?

-Call Zein. -Zein?

I would rather give myself a rectal exam with a soup spoon

than called Zein.

He desecrated my wife's...

What's wrong?

-Let's go. -Look, Sammy.

Wow, wow, wow.

-Fucking wow is right.

-Fancy seeing you here.

-Hey, Cormac. -Shalom shallack, boys.

-Wish you'd stop fucking saying that.

-It's salam alaikum,Cormac.

-He knows what it is.

-What is that? Is that a muffin?

-It's that or a chocolate orange?

-Ugh, lame.

Did Sam organized this party?

-Why are you always ragging on him?

-Because he fucks everything up. -It's not his fault.

He's trying his best.

-Oh, please don't. Nancy's scarred for life.

Why do you think she's waltzing around like Buddy the Elf?

Because of him.

Light the muffin and let's get out of here.

-Feel bad we didn't tell them we're here.

-Oh, shut up, shut up, shut up!

Y-You're ruining this. This is about Mum, Layla.

He -- He just fumbles around and fucks everything up.

He-- He's a writer who can't even write.

He can't even get out of bed in the morning

or -- or do a shop or --

-You sound just like Mum.

So, he's not perfect, but he's sweet and he's our dad,

and he's -- -Pathetic.

It's called pathetic, Layla.

-Stop talking about him like that.

-Ah, you just feel bad because Mum was there because of you.

Now you're making up for it with your praying and hijab.

Whatever. It's cool.

[Sighs] It's just not your fault.

It's his.

-Mmm.

They got real strawberries in that one.

-Sorry, what is this fucking thing?

-It's a plant. -I know it's a plant.

-Oh, I don't know what it's called.

-Layla liked it. I was going to give it to her.

I see she's still wearing the -- ehhhh.

-It's a hijab.

The headscarf is called a hijab, Dympna.

-Well, it's better than that letter box thing.

-Okay, so this is great,

but I'm going to go.

I'm going to break up this little, uh...

-Sammy, this is not an intervention.

-I didn't say it was an intervention.

-No one here is judging you.

-Although that is a very intervention-y thing to say.

-We are all worried for you, for the girls. It seems --

-Honestly, I think he could be, Pa.

We're talking about Sam being suicidal here, right?

-No, you're fucking gobshite. No one's thinking that, Sammy.

But the girls mentioned that the house was --

Well, that doesn't matter.

It's not easy, is it?

I mean, we know it's not,

and you're on your own now, and, um...

well, Zein is such a sweetheart.

-And the girls, they love him. -Yeah.

Now I remember what it's called. It's called an ambush.

Move, Cormac. Let me out. Now.

No. -Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

-Bullshit.

[Door opens, closes]

-Does he know you, uh, asked Zein to come?

That could be the ISIS on the cake, Mo.

ISIS on the cake.

♪♪

♪♪

-Sam! Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

-[Sighs] -Sam!

-Yes? Yes, Mrs. Tilly?

-I believe this -- this is yours.

♪♪

-Sorry, Mrs. Tilly.

-Sam. Sam.

-Yes, Mrs. Tilly?

-Also, I believe this is your wheelie bin.

♪♪

♪♪

-[Sighs]

-Not really coping very well, are you?

Falling apart, more like.

Sam.

Pick up that mess.

-[Exhales sharply]

-Sam.

-Aah! -Pick all of that up, Sam.

-[Grunts]

-No, that -- Oh, not the paper.

Where are you going?

Oh, my --

Oh. Lovely. That's a great example.

-[Grunting]

[Sobbing]

♪♪

♪♪

-Huh? -How you been, man?

Look, it's not a big deal, but, uh,

There's no milk.

-[Sobbing]

-♪ On every street, in every house ♪

♪ In every shop in this country ♪

♪ This is where we are

♪ This is where we are

♪ On every street, in every house ♪

♪ In every shop in this country ♪

♪ This is where we are

♪ This is where we are

♪ On every street, in every house ♪

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