Cathy,
I want you to think about those memories...
..the ones that feel heaviest.
I want you to imagine a shed...
..at the bottom of your garden.
If you could just put those memories in a box and tape it shut.
You put it in the shed...
..you lock the door...
..and you walk away.
You haven't gotten rid of them...
..but you don't have immediate access to them.
And then...
..day by day...
..year by year...
..you'll gradually forget they're there.
- My God, you OK? - Yeah.
Right, let's get you inside.
Good job you've got your suit on, isn't it?
We'll get in the car, all right?
We'll get you dry and have some lunch.
In you get. Watch your head!
I'll be back. I'll be back in a minute.
Oh!
Christ!
Oh! Jesus! Christ!
- As soon as there's a spit of rain, civilisation collapses! - It's mad!
You all right?
Yeah.
Jesus!
Finished with that?
Life-saver. There you are.
- Hey, come on, yous! - Excellent day for a shop, isn't it?
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Off you go. Go on. Get inside.
Come here. Let me just take your, um...
Hold on, let's get your boots off.
Wine, seriously?
It's 11 o'clock in the morning.
Not everywhere.
I just fancied it.
You OK, love?
- Yeah, sorry, just one of those days. - Are you sure?
One glass of wine at 11,
next it's a bottle of meths down the back alley.
I'm fine.
- Fine-fine? - Yes!
Go play with your boy.
- Okey doke. You're the boss. - I know.
- Ooh! Right, I'm thinking spaghetti and meatballs. - Mm!
Nothing but nature's finest. Can we just order a McD's?
No!
Er, excuse me, don't be filling up,
not while MasterChef's in the building.
Hi, Daddy.
Is Michael there?
- I just want a quick word with him. - Yes, yeah, he's, er...
- I'm not here. - He's here. Good, good.
Yes, boss?
- Michael, have you read those reports? - Yeah...
Yeah, but you haven't got back to me yet.
No, no, I did get them, I just didn't get a chance to reply.
Right...
What is it? What have I done?
Nothing.
I saw someone today...
..outside the supermarket.
Who did you see?
Michael McAllister.
You sure it was him?
Yeah.
Jesus!
Are you OK?
Yeah, I think so.
There's just something about him...
..his eyes... I recognised them.
- Yeah, but it might have just reminded you of him. - No, no.
- I spoke to him. It was him. It was definitely him. - Jesus, Cathy!
- You spoke to him? You're not... - It was just by accident.
He wouldn't know me from Adam.
I just couldn't believe he was there.
And then I...
I thought he'd still be in prison.
It's over 20 years ago.
- He's probably been out for ages, years. - I know.
Did you sleep?
Thank you.
One, two, three...
Were you able to find anything out?
He was released on licence.
Um, Cathy, it's 17 years ago.
17?
Well, that's pretty much standard.
It would probably have been sooner if he'd admitted it.
It's nothing.
I know.
Aren't they supposed to let you know when someone's...?
No, they would, but it's a long time ago, Cathy, and...
Does he have to wear one of those leg things?
He may have worn an electronic monitor when he was released,
there would have been a probation officer
and precautions would have been taken, but it's spent now, Cathy.
He was in the fucking s...
He was in the fucking supermarket.
I know it's not easy.
But it happens more often than you can...
Legally, there's nothing. He's served his sentence.
While I keep serving mine.
- Wait till you see something. - Straight down the line, yeah?
- Real special thing. - Go on, then.
Yeah!
- Nice one, mate. - No pressure, man. No pressure.
- Oi, Gaz, it's starting. - It's going down, mate.
- Are you ready for the hammering of the century? - All right, yeah, yeah.
- We'll see, we'll see. - Come on, boys!
How you doing, babe? You all right?
- I'm fine. You having a good time? - Mm! I am, I am!
- Chips... and dip. - Yes, please...
- I have chips and dip... lovely! - Good luck.
It's very tense down here.
Mm!
You ready to get mullered?
- I want to show you something. - Mm-hm? - What?
- That's him. - Who?
Who do you think? Michael McAllister.
M-Michael?
- Jesus, Cathy, no, don't be doing that. - What? Why not?
What's the harm? He took about two seconds to find.
- I mean, are-are you sure that's...? - Yes.
- He's not bad-looking. - Sally!
No, I'm just saying.
Under different circumstances, like,
I would not kick him out of bed for...
- Look at your face, Cathy! I'm joking. - Mm-hm.
I'm joking.
Good on you, stalking the fucker.
So what have you found out?
Well, he's only lived here a few years
and he still nips over the border for work.
I can't believe he's been right on our doorstep.
Plus, look, he's a fucking bus driver!
You're such a snob.
- Look at his wife. - She looks nice. - Mm.
Here, do you think she knows?
God, she'd have to, wouldn't she?
Fuck!
- How could you live with somebody who did that? - Mm-hm.
Oh, nice car!
Yeah, nice car, nice house. I know where that is. They cost a fortune.
He's doing well for a bus driver.
Maybe it's a front for his drug dealing.
Or maybe she has the good job.
- Or she runs the whole cartel. - Yes.
He's going to kill you soon enough. You'll be under the patio.
"Let me out, let me out!"
OK, we've had our fun. Now just close it and walk away.
I was thinking about sending him a message.
What? Fuck no, Cathy!
Just to tell him what a bastard he is!
But, sure, then he'd know!
I wouldn't send it from me! Jesus, I'm not thick.
Look, I was bored. This morning, I set up a fake account. Ta-da!
"Molly Bloom"? "Ulysses"? He'll know that's made up.
Who cares?
My God, Cathy, you're a troll.
My best friend's actually a troll!
- Oh, "my best friend"? - Mm...
Come on!
Just to send him a "fuck you" and that's it.
When the drink's in, the wit's out.
I'd better have another drink, then!
- Come here! Are we on? - Yeah.
Oh. OK, but what are you going to say?
I don't know.
Something innocuous to start with, just to wind him in,
then tell him what a fucker he is.
- No... - It's done.
Mm. You... You are crazy. But oddly lovable.
Talking about me again?
Oh, yeah, you wish!
- What are yous two up to? You look guilty. - MYOB.
What, shopping, is it, yeah? Shoes or handbags?
- Oh, that is almost racial profiling! - Ah!
- As long as it's on your card, not mine. - How's the match, anyway?
- Ah, you don't care! - No, I really don't!
It's him.
OK, well, what's he saying?
"Do I know you?"
_
Cathy, love, don't.
_
Love... maybe it's not such a good idea. Do...
Love... let it go.
_
No phones at the table! It's all I ask.
Absolutely. What?
I'm bidding on something.
- What is it? - It's a vinyl.
- Emerson, Lake & Palmer. - They sound like a firm of solicitors.
- You're such a Philistine! - Mm.
Er, Family McAllister...
..I was thinking about looking for another job.
I wouldn't have to schlep over that border every... What? I'm serious.
Right, and where are you going to get another job around here
- with no qualifications? - I have lived experience.
My daddy has given us everything we need... your job, this house.
Those things don't grow on trees.
Well, maybe I could be a tree surgeon, hmm?
- I'm pretty handy with a chainsaw! - Please, can we just...?
Yeah.
Lord God, bless us and these Thy gifts which we are about
to receive through Thy bounty, through our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Yeah. So just text me. I will.
- Unlucky. Every week. - Oh, honey, did they lose?
- Robbed! - Come here to me.
- Hard luck, mate! - Come here. I'm sorry, love.
Wait, what are we for doing?
Well, I want to get home before the next match starts. Come on.
- Well, you may take me home while I can still walk. - Lucky me!
Come on. Two minutes, two minutes. Cathy?
- Come here! - What?
Right, you know what happens when you open a can of worms?
You get a lot of worms.
But, seriously, look, no...
you need to shut that down now or it will fuck you up.
- Ooh, fuck who up? Come on! Coming! - You, if you're not careful.
- Ooh, promises, promises! - Love you!
Hi, mate. Er, large pepperoni with sides?
- No, sorry, mate, that's not us. - You're 33? McAllister?
Er, yeah, yeah, but, no, we didn't order anything.
It's cash on delivery.
Look, you can phone your manager cos we didn't order anything.
Try one of the neighbours or something. Fuck's sake!
We're only halfway through our dinner.
OK, I have to tell you something. Don't be mad. OK?
- When you left yesterday... - Mm-hm?
I found his address and, er, I ordered him a pizza.
You're ordering him a pizza?
Well, I couldn't think of what else to do.
When you said you want to fuck with him,
I didn't think you were going to fuck with his cholesterol!
- What, did you pay for it as well? - God, no, I'm not an eejit!
I don't even know if he got it.
Kind of sucks the fun out of it, not seeing his reaction.
Well, it shouldn't really be fun.
God! We were so pissed! And on a Sunday afternoon too!
But let's not forget who he is.
Moment of madness, right? Right?
- Moment of madness. - Good girl.
- See ya! - See ya!
Help!
Michael, wake up!
You OK?
Get up.
OK.
- Mr McAllister? - Yeah?
We're very sorry for your loss.
- What? - We understand this is a very upsetting time for everyone.
No, sorry, sorry, I think you just got the wrong house.
This is 33?
The late Mrs McAllister?
My goodness, who died?
You, apparently.
Sorry, mate, but someone's messing with yous.
- Who died? - No-one.
- Sorry, but not today, thanks. - Well, if you're sure?
Of course I'm fuck... What?
Just go, please!
Born in Dublin, Wilde was educated where? Anyone?
Born in Dublin in 1854 but educated at...
And for the 10,000th time, no phones in class!
Oscar Wilde was educated at Portora Royal School in Enniskillen
from 1864 to 1871.
That's right... just across the border.
Andrew, you dose!
- Excuse me, excuse me? - Yes? - Sorry to bother you.
Could you tell me what route Michael McAllister's driving today?
McAllister? He's not a driver.
- Very impressive. - Oh, thank you, Joe.
- Thanks very much. - Cheers.
Hi, Jack.
Well, that went well!
More hours, less pay and barely a squeak out of them.
You have a gift for it.
If I'd actually said more hours, less pay, I'd have been shot!
- You should go into politics. - It's like here. Um...
Are you OK for the Brothers meeting tonight?
Yep.
- Yeah, yeah, of course. - You seem to be a bit sporadic lately.
Yeah, sorry. Wednesday nights...
Yeah. Priorities, Michael.
Lena likes to see you go, and the boy as well.
It's a tricky time of year
with Andrew and the revision and homework and...
Think of it as God's homework, huh?
I thought he was just a bus driver.
But he's the Fat Controller.
We try to avoid that kind of language in these sessions.
What? "Fat Controller"?
I can think of worse things to call him.
And how does all this make you feel?
Fucking furious.
Like he's gotten away with it.
I mean, he's done well for himself.
Nice house, big job.
Were you angry when you sent the pizza?
No.
It felt great.
Well, and then...
..hollow.
Do you think maybe it was crossing a line?
It was like something a teenager would do.
My brother deserves more than that.
Remind me, how old were you when your brother died?
I was 15.
A teenager. I see what you're doing there.
I haven't moved on or I'm regressing. Is that it?
What would you say to Michael McAllister
if you bumped into him again?
I don't intend to bump into him again.
I...
I just can't stop thinking about him.
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
- Cath, are you OK? - Yeah, sorry, stubbed my toe.
_
"Ovaltine."
That's not what I meant!
_
No, it's OK. Sh! Just, um...
..go back to sleep.
Raymie?
Raymie! Raymie!
- Easy! Easy! Jesus... - Easy, it's OK. Sorry.
What's the matter? Come on.
- It was a nightmare. - Come on.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Sorry. Sorry.
It was a nightmare.
So open your books.
I want you to write down the four natural forces we talked about.
I want to check that you were listening.
Oi!
_
- Emily, everything OK? - Yeah.
- Will you start writing, please? - Yes, Miss.
_
I might go to bed.
You are glued to that bloody thing.
You're glued to that bloody thing.
- It's different. - How?
Just is.
I've got homework to mark anyway.
- How was it? - Virtuous.
I don't know why we keep going.
You do know.
The Brothers of Caleb have been very good to you.
- To us. - Mm.
Well, I'm not sure those dreary fucking hymns made up for it.
- Joke. - Mm.
Look, I don't know if we should be taking our boy so often.
- Why not? He loves it. - Exactly!
Oh, God, don't start this again.
Well, maybe he'll grow out of it.
It's not like Lego or Pokemon, Michael.
It's not the kind of thing that you grow out of.
Faith and family...
See, at that age, you get sucked into things
and you don't always get to see the wider picture, you know?
It's like if I only listened to the Chili Peppers.
But then there's The Smashing Pumpkins, The Cranberries
and other fruit and vegetable-based bands, you know? It's just...
There's just a whole cornucopia of stuff out there.
All right, well, it's nearly midnight,
so I don't need to hear about a cornucopia of anything.
Just go to sleep, please.
Or the Black Eyed Peas.
_
- Rah! - Oh, God! Sorry.
- What is up with you? - Nothing.
It's just Raymie being needy.
You sure? You seem... distracted. You OK?
- I'm fine. - OK.
Er, Sally? Sorry, I have been distracted.
- You want to get coffee later? - Yeah. Yeah, OK.
Here, this is lovely, isn't it?
Yeah. Shall we sit here?
Oh!
It's very nifty!
Let's see.
Are you having food or are you just having a coffee?
Er... Are you?
- Hello, ladies. - Hi.
What can I get yous?
- Um, just an Americano for me, please. - White or noir? - Hmm?
Oh, well, yeah, good one. Um, I will have the noir.
Same for me.
This is a lovely place. You open long?
Yeah, it's, er, just over a year now.
And it's going all right?
Slow to start, like any business, but picking up nicely.
I love all your old posters.
Where did you get the idea for all that?
Oh, that's my husband... he's the brains.
That's her.
- "Her"? - Michael McAllister's wife.
- Oh, for fuck's sake, Cathy! - I'm just curious.
- Cathy, you can't just... - I-t's just a bit of fun.
No, no, no, no, no. It was a bit of fun. This...
This is something else.
- Come on, give us a smile. - No!
I know you want to.
Got it!
Lovely.
There we go.
- Oh, God, I am so sorry! - Sorry, that was my fault, my fault!
I didn't see you there. Can I... Can I pay?
No, it's quite all right, honestly. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I'm two thirds asbestos at this point.
I'll get this cleaned up, get you another coffee,
like it never happened.
Thank you. You're so kind.
You did that deliberately.
- No, I did not. - I saw you.
Why would I do that?
I don't know, Cathy. I don't know why you'd do that, but please stop.
OK.
I mean, yeah, it was a bit of craic when we were just messing around, but, please...
- Just be a good girl and take my pills? - No, that...
That's not what I mean, and you know I don't.
Do you know what, Cathy? Fuck this. I'm going.
Oh, no, Sally, don't. Please don't be like that!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was just... I was just messing!
No, I am going to go, but you...
you need to sort this out because I'm...
- Is everything OK? - Fine, thank you. Cheers.
Oh, I love your, er, necklace.
Oh, thank you. My husband got it for me.
- Lucky you. He seems like a man with ideas and taste. - Maybe.
Still doesn't put the toilet seat down!
- Terry, wait! - Cathy! Go on!
I know who you are, who you fucking are!
Well, I don't know who you are.
- Oh! Mummy! - Oh, you scared me!
Hello! What the hell are you playing at?
I was just playing around.
Yeah, well, while you was playing around,
your son was sitting in nursery,
wondering why his mum wasn't picking him up.
Oh, my God! I'm... I'm... I'm so sorry. Hello!
Hello, Mummy didn't forget you, OK? Um, I just had to be somewhere else,
but of course Mummy wouldn't forget you, would I?
I don't know what happened. It went out of my head.
Yeah, they called me. Yeah, I had to get out of school early.
Come on, love, come on! Hey! Let's go play in your room, yeah?
- I'll see you in a sec, OK? - Come on.
- I'm so sorry. - What's this shit about?
Er... I just thought...
I thought you might like it.
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Right, right, I'm going to get you.
Come on.
Bye, love. Bye.
- All right, have a nice day. - You too.
Bye!
I just wanted to see how he lived.
All the things he has...
..that my brother never had.
A wife.
A son.
I wanted to see where he ate.
Where he slept.
Fuck.
Archie.
Where are you?
Archie!
Archie! Archie!
Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.
Archie!
Archie?
Where are you? Are you in here?
Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.
Where are you? You in here?
There you are, darling.
Come here.
Let's go.
What are you doing in here? Come on, out of here. Come on.
Shit.
What the fuck was that?
Ah!
Oh! You're a little shit!
Fuck.
But you didn't actually enter the house?
No.
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