Original subtitles

He made a stupid mistake-

(Dillon shrieks and giggles)

but he had no way of knowing

how stupid it would be.

(buildings crashing)

Dillon!

Our units have completed their search.

(Robin sobbing) No, no, no, no, no!

(sombre music)

Do you remember Granny used to do that on our birthdays?

HARRY: I saw Dillon.

(train whooshing)

I'm not having another episode.

One of the cameras is bound to have seen them.

ROBIN: But if I get the footage...

(suspenseful music)

we can let this go.

(computer clicks) (sombre music)

(dramatic sombre music)

(waves crashing)

(upbeat music)

(muezzin chanting)

(crowd chattering) (seagulls squawking)

This is gettin' ridiculous.

We've gone down this street before.

Yeah, I think we've come... no, wait.

These streets are mad.

Excuse me, um, do you know

where the, the... oh, no.

(Robin laughs) She said no. (laughs)

If this one says down here Rue De Fez, then...

Music coming from inside there.

Ah!

As if by magic. (laughter)

Robin, how wonderful to see you again.

ROBIN: Thank you for having us.

(laughs) Come in, meet everybody. Come on.

Hello, everybody.

These are my new friends,

Robin and Harry,

our new neighbours.

Here you must forget all your troubles,

all your worries.

This is paradise.

You'll never want to leave it.

(lively upbeat music)

(crowd singing, whooping)

(Harry groans)

(Robin grunts) (rock clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle dramatic music)

Bye.

(melancholic music)

(Harry gasps)

(rubble clattering)

(melancholic music continues)

(crow cawing)

(birds chirping)

(crow cawing)

(birds chirping)

Tea?

Yeah, please.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(kettle boiling)

(groans)

(train rattling distantly)

(train whooshing) (brakes screeching)

Right, bathroom. Today.

ROBIN: Okay.

I'm gonna head out and get the paint,

but I just wanna make sure you're happy with the colour.

No, I'm 100 percent certain.

- Marine Splash. - HARRY: Lemon Spirit.

What? (laughs)

What did you say? - (Robin laughs)

- It's Lemon Spirit, isn't it? - Sorry, Lemon Spirit.

- Right. - Yeah.

Because we will get this place finished

before the baby arrives.

(footsteps receding)

(sombre music)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

- Hello? - Cozimo?

Coz.

Coz.

Hey, I'm Cozimo.

It... it's Harry.

It's Harry Lonergan.

Harry?

My....my friend?

Harry, is it you?

It is!

Did you not get any of my messages?

I've been trying to call you.

Messages?

No, which messages?

Don't worry about it.

Look, Coz, I don't wanna upset you,

but...

it's about Dillon.

Dillon?

(tense music)

Yeah, I saw Dillon.

I saw him here in Dublin.

Dillon. I saw him.

What?

I saw him...

just this morning.

What?

Where?

Wha...? Did you...?

Was he with a woman with red hair?

Red hair? Yes. Yes.

He was with the sea horses.

The sea horses with the horns.

What?

What did you say?

Cozimo, what did you say?

Why are you not getting him, Harry?

You must come here and get him.

You must get Dillon.

- Where did you see him? - WOMAN: Cozimo?

Where did you see... did you, you mean

you saw him in Morocco? - I must go. I must go.

Cozimo? Cozimo?

Can you hear me? Cozimo?

Cozimo?

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

Fuck! (phone beeps)

(sorrowful music)

(doorbell ringing)

(footsteps approaching)

(door clicks) Harry!

Can I come in for a second?

I need your help with something.

Yeah.

So you want to go away for a while

and you don't want Robin finding out where?

Yeah.

I mean, you must know how that sounds, right?

It'll be mental.

Why don't you want Robin finding out where you're going?

It's complicated. Can you help me?

No.

I'm not comfortable lying to Robin.

I don't wanna get her stressed out.

She has this big pitch coming up.

Then just don't do whatever it is that you're about to do.

Come on, man, you know I don't have anyone else.

(birds chirping)

And...

you do owe me

for keeping your secrets. (sighs)

That's such a shit thing to say.

Please?

Tell me what it is that you're doing.

The truth.

(door closes)

- HARRY: I'm back!

In here.

Got the paint.

Oh, wow, that's really coming along.

When do you have to present it?

Next week.

I keep second guessing myself.

Ah, don't be second guessing yourself,

they'd be lucky to get ya.

(kiss) Thanks.

Oh, and guess what, Peter called.

You know, who owns that gallery up in Belfast?

Haven't heard from him in ages.

Aye, he's got a show coming up

and he's got a spot for me. (sighs)

ROBIN: Harry, that's amazing.

Aye, you know, it's just something.

(slow suspenseful music)

(sea churning)

(crow cawing)

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

(clicks tongue)

Alright, Robin, that's me away to Belfast!

(leaves rustling)

(car alarm beeps)

ROBIN: See you later. (kiss)

See ya.

(slow suspenseful music)

(door closes)

- Do you have everything? - Yeah, of course.

I'm only going for a few days.

Be alright?

A few days without you?

I think I'll survive.

Yeah, I think you will too. Love ya.

ROBIN: Love you.

(car engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(slow sombre music) (wind whistling)

(traffic whooshing)

(muezzin chanting)

(crowd chattering) (car horns honking)

(seagulls crying)

(muezzin chanting)

(Harry speaks Arabic)

(suspenseful music) (car horns honking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Dillon giggling)

(sighs)

(Harry panting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(birds chirping)

(key jangles)

(blows)

(door unlocks, opens)

(sombre music) (Cozimo humming)

Coz.

Harry?

(laughs)

Ah, man, it's so good to see you.

I had to come after what you said.

- What I said, yes. - About Dillon.

- (stammers) - About seeing Dillon.

Yeah, I saw Dillon.

Yes, with the woman with red hair.

Yeah, red hair. Yes.

But where... where did you see them?

- I can take you there. - They're... they're near?

They're very, very near, yes.

Come. Come, come, come, come, come.

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick! Quickly!

Cozimo?

Cozimo!

Cozimo!

(dramatic music)

(door closes) (market chatter)

HARRY: Do you know who this woman is, Coz?

She'll be back soon.

Back from the market.

(sinister music)

And it... it was definitely Dillon that she was with?

Oh, Dillon. What a tragedy.

Sorry. (speaks in Arabic)

Coz! Excuse me.

Cozimo! Excuse me, sorry.

Cozimo! Sorry.

Cozimo!

(wind blowing)

PRESENTER: And now, here's Rachel

with the weather forecast.

RACHEL: Storm Minnie is bringing falls

of heavy rain and strong winds,

creating treacherous driving conditions on the M1,

northbound to Belfast.

Drivers are warned to watch out for flooding

and dangerous 80-mile an hour crosswinds.

There is a red wind warning in place

from six o'clock onwards

when winds will become

storm force nine.

Current indications suggests the heaviest rain

and strongest winds will be in Ulster and Leinster,

leading to poor visibility with difficult

and dangerous driving conditions.

We are monitoring the development

of this storm closely

and further updates will be issued here

and on our website.

(phone chimes)

You're listening to Radio Atlas.

(upbeat music)

(sighs) Gobshite.

(quirky music)

(phone chimes)

(phone ringing)

(clears throat)

OLLIE: Robin, why you asking about Belfast?

Hello to you too.

Harry's gone up there to look at a gallery

and the genius left his phone behind.

I forgot to ask where he's staying.

He didn't tell you, did he?

No, I haven't spoken to him.

Um, listen, don't worry about it.

He will realise that he hasn't got it at some point

and I don't think it's the end of the world

to be without a phone for a few days.

Mm, I suppose.

- Hairy Goat! - What?

It's the name of the pub

that we went to last time

we were at that gallery.

I will just find them on Google Maps

and tell him where his phone is.

Yeah, I'd just... I'd just leave him.

You know, you don't want it to look

like you can't go a day

without checking on him.

I'm... I'm just telling him where his phone is, Ols.

(chuckles) Okay, bye.

(phone line beeping)

(door opens)

(door thuds)

(waves crashing) (seagulls crying)

COZIMO: At last, no shoes!

(laughs)

I hate my shoes. (dark music)

- Coz! - Ooh, ooh, ooh.

I love to feel the water between my toes. (laughs)

Coz? Coz, what's going on?

Harry.

Harry, my friend.

(chuckles and sighs)

Coz?

(dramatic music)

The woman with red hair?

Red hair?

Uh...

Miriam...

from the old bookshop. - What?

She has red hair.

Oh, I...

Does she? I'm not sure now.

Coz.

Dillon? (sombre music)

Dillon is dead, Harry.

Coz, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Hey! Hey! - Is it you, Harry?

- Hey! - No!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

(Cozimo groans) No, no, no!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Go away. Go away.

- Go away. - Whoa. Who, who are you?

- Who are you? - Who are you?

And how dare you take him from his house!

- I'm his friend, who are you? - I'm his carer!

And how dare you take him away from home, huh!

Alright. Look, my name's... my name's Harry.

I'm his... Coz, you know me, right?

Who is this wo... do you know this woman?

Do you know this woman? - Yeah.

- Leave him! - My name's Harry.

Alright! Who are...?

Look, I'm your friend.

What's wrong with him?

If you were his friend,

you'd know what's wrong with him!

I haven't seen him in... Coz!

- Leave him alone! - Alright.

Stop touching him.

- (man speaks Arabic) - Alright, alright.

(man speaks Arabic) What...?

- Who... who the fuck are you? - Go away.

Alright, alright right. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. - (man speaks Arabic)

(suspenseful music)

MAN: Now give me this.

No, no. I'll take the man's shoes!

- Give me this! - No, no, no! You fuck off!

Fuck off!

(seagulls crying)

- (speaks Arabic) - Yes. Thank you.

(speaks Arabic)

(waves rippling)

(melancholic music)

(crows cawing) (birds chirping)

(door opens)

(knocking on door)

Hiya.

ROBIN: Yes?

Just stopping by.

Thought I'd cross something else off the list.

Stop you whinging at me.

So, I heard you got to pitch for the big project.

Where'd you hear that?

Harry.

(objects thudding)

I thought you said you hadn't spoken to him?

(crow cawing)

You know, I rang the gallery.

They're not expecting Harry.

And what's more, the person that he was meant to meet

retired more than a year ago.

Maybe it was a different gallery?

Maybe.

Oliver, where's Harry?

(birds chirping)

Essaouira.

What?

He went to see Cozimo.

- What for? - I don't know.

Some fucking bollocks-ology about him seeing Dillon.

I think he's just gotta get it out of his system.

No. No, no, no, no.

Robin, I think you need to calm down.

We need to get him home, Ollie.

Being back there's not good for his head, okay?

Ooh! (gasps)

You okay? Hey?

Rob?

(breathes heavily)

I'm pregnant.

(soft background music)

(birds chirping)

Thank you. (sighs)

(tea pouring)

Was a good memory, this one.

Here.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Uh, I'm really sorry again about Coz,

that, I had no idea.

Yeah. (sighs)

What is it? Is it Alzheimer's?

Um, no.

Uh, what Cozimo suffers from

is a type of vascular dementia.

A little while ago, he had a series of strokes

and they... they did much damage.

(seagulls crying)

I...I didn't, um, realise who you were before.

He has spoken about your little boy

many, many times.

- He's spoken about Dillon? - Yeah. (laughs)

Even...?

He still remembers him.

HARRY: (gasps) What does he say?

Oh, he... he talks about when, uh, you were back here.

He even thinks he sees Dillon sometimes.

(melancholic music)

He has good days and bad days.

It's just, um, more bad than good now.

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

(crow cawing)

(footsteps approaching)

Thanks.

It's hot.

So you'll go and get checked out?

I'm fine.

The baby's fine.

Well, I'm still gonna look after you.

I don't need looking after.

I need to get to Essaouira.

I think that's the last thing you need.

(sombre music)

He's not well, Ollie.

That's why I asked you to look out for him.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Everyone's sorry.

How'd he pay for it?

(Robin sighs)

Robin, I'm sorry, I... I...what can I do to help?

(clicks tongue) You can book me a flight to Essaouira.

Ah, please, Rob, don't do this.

I have to get him home, Ollie.

I'll go.

I will go and get him back.

You will?

Yes.

(crowds chattering) (car horns honking)

(motorbike horn beeps) Oh!

(patrons chattering)

(patron speaks Arabic)

(Fadoul speaks Arabic)

(patrons speaking Arabic)

You remember me?

Hey, I wanna talk to you. I wanna talk to you.

I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Lonergan.

You are drunk. Go sleep it off somewhere.

Preferably somewhere in Ireland.

You owe me.

Why is that?

You should have kept looking.

It was not my decision.

Just following orders?

Be very careful...

of the words out your mouth.

I'm off-duty but if you don't get out,

you will spend the rest of the night in a cell.

(Harry exhaling sharply)

(patrons chattering)

(glasses clattering) (suspenseful music)

I just wanted you to do your fucking job!

Oh! (grunts)

That's enough. Fucking! What're you...?

- You're going to the station. - Get the fuck off me!

(patrons cheer and applaud)

(muezzin chanting)

(car engine rumbling)

(driver speaking Arabic)

(upbeat music)

No. Sorry, no room over there.

Will you just keep going straight?

(driver speaking Arabic)

(crowd chattering)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(doorknocker rapping)

Oh, hey. Um...

Sorry, I'm look... I'm looking for someone

who used to live here. I don't know if he still does.

Cozimo Pencelescu?

- Who are you? - Just an old friend. Ollie.

Are you his niece?

I'm his nurse.

What, is he sick?

Yes.

- Could I see him? - No.

Okay.

It's, I'm looking for someone

and I think that they came here.

- Harry? - Yes!

Um, I'm his brother-in-law.

You're Robin's brother?

Yes, and I need to find him for her because she's worried.

(Cozimo speaking French)

Uh, wait a second.

(Jalila speaking French)

OLLIE: Coz!

(Jalila speaking French)

(Cozimo speaking French)

Uh, here. He left this.

Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Hope he's okay.

Yeah.

(phone ringing)

FADOUL: Who is this?

(tense music)

You're looking for Harry Lonergan?

(crowd chattering)

(car horns honking)

(tense music continues)

(upbeat club music)

(crowd chattering)

- Lads, that's me! - See you, Ollie!

- See you next time! - Thanks!

(seagulls crying) (dog barking)

(cat meowing)

(suspenseful music)

(Ollie grunting) (seagulls crying)

(suspenseful music)

HARRY: Hey!

- What's this, huh? - HARRY: Ollie?

What's this?

You're coming with us.

Ollie!

(suspenseful music)

(metal clanging)

Mon Chief.

Ah, Jesus Christ, man.

What are you doing here?

No, Harry, what are you doing here?

HARRY: Fuckin' hell!

Listen, whatever it is that he's done,

I'm sure he's very, very, very sorry.

(groans)

So, like what does he have to do to get out?

Assaulting an officer in Kingdom of Morocco

is serious offense.

Assaulting an officer?

- Harry... - I was drunk.

He is very sorry and I-

D'you know, if you... if you offer him a few quid,

that might work. - Harry, will you

shut the fuck up, man! - Money talks.

OLLIE: I'm trying to get you out.

HARRY: I know, sorry.

(sighs) Could I have a word?

I really need to take him home to my sister

because she's pregnant.

Look, with the earthquake,

how do you even begin to get over something like that?

And he's not very well.

(sighs)

I had sister.

Older than me, growing up,

I was very close to her. (sombre music)

She died in the earthquake too.

Along with children, my nieces.

Many people grieved.

You still don't get to assault others.

Sorry.

I really need to take him home with me.

Could we come up with an arrangement?

(sombre music continues)

(hat clatters) What?

- Did that not work, no? - Oh, Harry. Really?

(prison door opens)

HARRY: Ollie!

(door clangs shut)

(crowd chattering) (car horns honking)

(traffic rumbling)

Hey, Robin, listen, I don't want you to worry,

but uh...

yeah, we've got a problem.

(melancholic music)

(Robin sighs)

(phone beeps)

(traffic droning) (seagulls crying)

(melancholic music)

(crowd chattering)

Hey.

(car horns hoking)

ALIA: It was nice to hear from Samira.

ROBIN: She's been a great help.

ALIA: She's a good woman.

So Fadoul Kadiri, he's a problem.

He got demoted a few years ago

and still carries the chip on his shoulder.

Um, yeah, we know.

It was... it was Harry who got him demoted.

Fadoul was our point of contact after the earthquake.

And um... when they stopped the search and rescue,

Harry had a go at him.

Fadoul snapped and um...

threw us out of his office.

So Harry filed a complaint.

Well, that brings added difficulty.

That and now your brother tried to bribe him.

But there's still due process.

And Fadoul cannot keep Harry indefinitely with no charge.

And I believe he shouldn't stay there any longer.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(sombre music)

(prison door clattering)

Harry! Oh my!

(exhales) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, just.

What are you thinking, travelling?

What are you thinking, getting on a plane?

What are you thinking, being here?

I don't understand, Harry.

It's just so, um, um, it's just...

Explain to me.

Because I have to get you home.

You can't be here.

You're gonna think I'm crazy if I tell ya.

I won't. Tell me.

Tell me why... why are you doing this?

Cozimo said he saw Dillon.

Saw him where?

Look, I don't know. He said he saw him

with that woman. I spoke to him on the phone

and he was 100 percent sure about it.

And then when I got here and I...

saw him... in person,

he's not, um...

he's not the same, like...

the man's got dementia.

He's, he's...

Cozimo has dementia?

Harry, Jesus Christ!

Harry!

I know.

My God. Okay.

Okay, I've got you a lawyer.

And um, she's gonna get you home.

Okay?

But...

Harry, we can't do this again.

Okay?

We... we need to put this baby first. So...

(guard shouts in Arabic)

Um, okay.

Just, I'm gonna get us home.

Okay?

I love you.

(guard shouts in Arabic)

I'm sorry.

(footsteps receding)

(sombre music) (metal clattering)

(traffic droning) (car horns honking)

Well, the lawyer's still in there arguing with your man.

Do you want to go to the hotel?

I need some air.

(sombre music)

(cat meows)

(sombre music continues)

COZIMO: This is paradise.

(lively upbeat music)

I see you.

You okay? - I'm fine.

- Are ya? - It's just, I've work tomorrow.

Can we go home soon?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

It's early and plus you can always call in sick, can't ya?

- Mm. Mm-mm-mm. - Yes.

Yes, yes, yes. Because my boss

is right over there.

Where?

ROBIN: Right over there.

So I don't think that will fly, do you?

(laughs) I can just convince her

to call in sick too, can't I?

Oh! Mwah!

Come on. Come on, dance, come on.

(lively upbeat music)

(Harry humming)

(Harry yelling faintly)

(soft music fades in)

Hey.

Doing okay?

You seem out of sorts.

Mm-hmm.

I'm just tired.

Okay.

Well, he's having a good time, isn't he?

Yeah... he always does.

(Dillon giggles)

(suspenseful music)

(cat meows)

(motorbike horns honking) (traffic droning)

Has Fadoul changed his mind?

No. But he's about to.

Follow me.

Hello? (speaking Arabic)

(knocking on door) (door opens)

(Fadoul speaks Arabic)

(melancholic music)

Hello.

I went to school with the commissioner's daughter.

He's going to release him.

(speaks Arabic) Thank you.

Listen to me, fucking Irish hemar.

You might think I'm some dirty Arab

you can bribe and treat like shit, but I'm not for sale.

I never was.

If I see you again, it won't matter

if she knows the King Mohammed himself,

I will find a way to put you behind bars

and keep you there.

(suspenseful music)

Alia, thank you for everything.

Go, go. Go.

(car horns honking) (traffic rumbling)

Come on.

(car engine rumbling) (ominous music)

(birds chirping)

Right, you guys, come on.

We need to get going if we're gonna get the flight.

So, we're... we're doing this?

We're... we're not gonna stay and look?

Look for what?

Cozimo's horned sea horses?

For our son.

For your nephew.

ROBIN: Harry!

(muezzin chanting)

I'll take these downstairs.

Go and check us out.

Thanks, Ol.

(door closes)

(birds chirping)

The man has dementia, Harry.

He lives in his head.

People with dementia,

they live in the fucking past, like you...

Please.

Please.

Please come home with me.

(birds chirping)

For me.

For the baby.

(sighs)

It's okay.

Let's go home.

(car horns honking) (muezzin chanting)

OLLIE: Thanks. See ya.

(traffic droning)

(suspenseful music)

(high tempo music)

(van engine rumbling)

(Ollie thuds) (Driss speaking Arabic)

(Ollie groaning)

(Driss speaking Arabic)

(Ollie grunts)

(fists thudding)

OLLIE: Help! Help!

(van engine rumbling)

(car tyres screeching)

♪ There's a shadow ♪

♪ On my wing ♪

♪ It is not shared ♪

♪ It is not moving ♪

♪ It's wrapped inside ♪

♪ My arms... ♪

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