[knocking]
Just gonna be a second.
[knocking]
[sighs]
Come on, Sharon's gonna be back in half an hour,
and I need to piss.
♪♪
[laughs]
I can't get up. [laughs]
Did you wipe your ass?
[sobbing]
Why? [sobbing]
[sneezes]
[sobbing]
[groans]
[panting]
Oh...
Why are you doing that noise?
Oh, thank Jesus Christ.
Oh, I dreamt I was drunk,
and I couldn't get off the toilet.
[groans] You sure that was a dream?
Sounds more like a memory.
[sighs] What time is it?
It's 3:15. You should go back to sleep.
Fergal gets in at some stupid hour.
Jesus.
What?
I just don't know if I can deal with him right now.
Why are you having to plan his birthday party?
Plus, adults shouldn't have birthday parties.
You sound like a super villain.
Goodnight.
Can I play with your tits a little bit?
Do you mind if I go back to sleep?
-No. -Then go nuts.
♪♪
What you think?
Well, my concern with Maroon Thrive
is that their set list includes both Shaggy and Enya,
which is impressive, but it's like, where's your passion?
It was grand for a bar mitzvah,
but for a milestone birthday?
I say we keep looking.
I'm not asking what you think of them, Fergal,
I'm showing you who I booked.
-They're not that bad, are they? -Oh, they suck.
I think they'd be perfect for your party.
Maybe you can get Mallandra to play her castanets
along with them.
You know, jazz 'em up a little bit.
-[laughs] -Mallandra's not coming.
-Yeah, why isn't she? -She didn't want to.
They threw a little ham party for me in Spain anyway.
By the way, no ham at this party.
Oh, no, I thought we could get pizzas delivered at,
what do you think, like 9 p.m.?
Yeah, well, it depends what time we cut the cake, right?
You know what, I would cut it after musical chairs,
but before the piñata.
Just because you're unhappy with you life
doesn't mean I can't celebrate mine.
What did Captain Piss Parade do for his 40th?
Oh, I can't remember what we--
Oh, yeah. Weren't you in Toronto for your 40th?
No, I wasn't. I was supposed to be,
but I changed the trip to be here for my birthday.
But it is funny how through the mist of time
you've latched on to the Toronto myth to absolve yourself.
It was probably so last minute,
we didn't have time to organize anything.
I didn't need to go to the Ritz. I mean, we could have gone anywhere.
We could have gone to fuckin' Five Guys.
I love Five Guys. Let's get Five Guys instead.
Unbelievable.
Also, we need to get some balloons.
-Maybe black balloons? -Black balloons.
I'm not turning seven. You know the sort of thing.
Masculine balloons.
[scoffs] Fine. Who else are we asking?
Oh, do you know Mum's coming over for your birthday.
-Yeah, sure she is. -What do you mean?
She's coming over to see her new man.
[laughs]
What the fuck?
ROB: And, you know, it's not even Fergal's fault.
It's the fact that Sharon not only tolerates him,
but enjoys him that drives me insane.
Yeah, you said that at the meeting.
And, you know, I realize this is
the kind of time when I would have drank,
but I'm not gonna give 'em that power.
You know, that'd be like giving a weasel a machine gun,
which I would never do.
-[snickers] -What's funny?
Uh, no, it's just your biggest problem right now
is some asshole who lives in Spain.
I wish I could worry about stuff that small.
Oh, what would you like me to get upset about?
Well, take your pick.
I mean, there is some bad shit coming down the line.
I mean, we are not far away from
total societal collapse, my friend.
Do you know that London's water supply
could be compromised like that?
Man, you need to get off your basement computers.
This isn't paranoia.
I mean, there are two points of entry,
Croydon and Hampstead.
You hit both of those at the same time,
you can expect 4 million casualties in under an hour.
-4 mil-- -Mm-hm.
Aren't there, like, 10 million people in London?
I mean, that's not that bad.
Anyway, I picked up our New Zealand passports this morning,
so we got a game plan.
What? How'd you get those?
Dark web.
I mean, it started out
I just wanted to see if I could.
I-- I mean, they're not 100 percent legal,
like in a court or whatever,
but for fathers who care about their families,
New Zealand really is the only way to go.
Want me to look into it for you?
♪♪
CAROL: The flight was lovely.
And Stephen was waiting for me in arrivals
with a homemade panini.
[Stephen laughs]
I-- I have a panini press.
Oh... [chuckles]
Who are you?
I mean, h--, um, how'd you meet?
Well, Stephen was on a shoot in Mullingar.
Stephen's a model, if that's not obvious.
-You're a model? -Well, technically.
It's all very new. I was an accountant for 40 years.
Stephen was scouted in Gatwick Airport
on his way back from Ayia Napa.
[chuckles] Wow.
That's-- I didn't know that-- that people even--
I just thought young models grew into old models.
You know, after a while you stop doing swimsuit stuff,
and you start advertising hot water bottles.
[laughs]
No, I, uh-- I do swimsuit work.
Rob was nearly a model once.
-Well, I wasn't, um-- -He was.
I had some people say that I--
Uh, does anyone want a drink?
-Yeah. -No.
-[door closes] -FERGAL: Hello!
Oh, it's Fergal.
Hello, son.
This is Stephen.
Stephen, this is my son Fergal.
-Hi. -Come here, you.
♪♪
SHARON: Did you see the way she laughed at his jokes?
It was obscene.
Who uses their tongue to laugh?
What was that?
Do you think they're having sex?
I don't know. Maybe.
She still has her original hips, right?
Oh, God.
I don't know how I feel about that.
I mean, we barely have sex anymore, and that's fine,
but... now my mum's gonna be doing it more than me.
Maybe this is a wake up call.
Should we start making more of an effort?
I don't know.
I mean, here's how I feel about sex with you these days.
On paper, it sounds amazing.
But if you were to initiate it, like tonight,
-I'd just be angry. -[sighs]
But I still have a fond feeling when I look at you.
Maybe that's enough.
Goddamn it, it is enough.
♪♪
[laughing]
Your mum's boyfriend is a fuckin' ride.
-Good for her. -No, not good for her.
My dad died six months ago. That's nothing.
There's stuff in my fridge that's more than six months old.
How's it goin', Rob? Do you want a drink?
Uh, no, thanks, uh, I have alcoholism.
Even on your brother-in-law's birthday?
Yeah, even then.
That's why AA would never work for me.
It's, like, be reasonable.
SHARON: I told Anna to get here by 7:30.
Is that okay?
I thought you and me could get there early,
blow up the balloons.
I can help with balloons.
In college I taught myself
how to tie them off with my tongue.
Also, I have no gag reflex.
That's unrelated.
Are you all right, Ciaran?
Are we meeting the other St. Joseph lads in the pub?
No, no, I think it's just me.
Yeah, a lot of those lads don't like Fergal,
so I didn't really know why he invited them.
Why don't they like him?
Oh, some fuckin' time share bollocks in Montenegro
that he roped them into that went tits up
the second their checks cleared.
You look lovely, Fergal.
Do you have eyeliner on?
[scoffs] No.
Just a bit of lip gloss.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
Honey, um, I have sad news.
I have diarrhea, and it's pretty bad,
so I don't think I can make the party.
Sorry.
Bullshit. You have diarrhea.
I know when you have diarrhea.
The house smells like a poultry farm,
and you're covered in sweat.
Okay. I don't want to come to Fergal's party.
What? You have to come.
I don't have to come. Look, just tell him
I have diarrhea, and it hurts,
and he won't care anyway.
Yeah, he might not care, but I'd really like you to be there.
Come on, it'll be fun.
Honey, look, my idea of fun
isn't pushing Fergal home in a wheelbarrow
'cause you're too drunk to do it.
Okay, the Pope. Well, you know what?
The wheelbarrow thing sounds like brilliant fun,
actually, so maybe we've got a bigger problem here.
But it's good to know that this is my future
as the wife of a dry drunk.
Used to be you'd just stand in the corner scowling at parties.
Now you won't be there at all.
Yeah, well, I hope you have some hand cream in your bag
-in case you get to jerk off any-- -[door slams]
You know, that's just a funny joke that we have.
Um, so listen, uh, looks like we won't need you tonight, Anna,
so I'm sorry.
What? Sorry if I cancelled plans
and that I was gonna use this money
to buy my nephew Rocky a birthday present?
So what I'll do is I'll just go read upstairs,
and, um, it's great that you're here.
♪♪
♪♪ [volcalizing]
Everybody!
♪♪ [vocalizing]
Hey.
-You havin' fun? -No.
Maybe it wouldn't feel so pathetic
if you hadn't booked an actual barn for my party.
Was the O2 Arena not available?
I'm sorry, I expected more people.
Oh, right, so it's my fault.
[sighs] This is not an honest representation
of me as a people person.
Do you want to dance, Ciaran?
Sure.
Yeah, let me drink... three more beers?
You're on.
This is considerably more depressing than your father's funeral.
Oh...
♪♪
WOMAN [on TV]: Bakers now face an agonizing wait for the sugar.
What?
They don't have nearly enough time to do spung sugar.
What, do they think they're Rumplestiltskins?
Why don't you go to the party?
I don't like my brother-in-law.
-Do you like Sharon? -Yes, I like Sharon.
Just not enough to go to the party.
-How does that work then? -What do you mean?
Well, you don't like fun. Sharon does.
[scoffs] Don't like fun.
Ask Ricky Pratt if I like fun.
We went to karate camp together,
[laughs] and, yeah, we were animals.
-So it's-- -[cell phone chimes]
[sighs]
I won't be late.
♪♪
[sighs] Christ.
♪♪
♪ We move like cagey tigers ♪
♪ We couldn't get closer than this ♪
♪ The way we walk, the way we talk ♪
♪ The way we stalk, the way we kiss ♪
How are you? You okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I mean...
I'm lonely in my own home, but apart from that,
everything's great.
Chris looks happy.
Everybody looks happy.
You don't.
Fran, you want another gin?
Can I get-- Oh, no, you look like you've had enough.
Uh, hello?
So, Douglas, how did you get into
the whole plastic surgery game?
Did you go to med school to become a real doctor
and then think, you know what,
any asshole can save a life.
What I'd like to do is give women weird hard tits
that start at their collar bones.
It's not all tits.
Last week I reconstructed an eight-year-old's face
who'd been attacked by her neighbor's dog.
Oh, well, that-- I mean, that's different, that--
But I also did an eye lift yesterday
for a woman who had a similar issue to yours.
I'm not currently taking new patients,
but I'd be happy to give you a referral.
I don't have an issue.
Do I?
-Where's Mark and Shane? -Oh, they fucked off.
-Why? -I think they went bowling.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Hey, let's get some of that new drug.
You know, the one that anesthetists use.
The one that killed those people in Glasgow?
-Yeah, that one. -Okay, I'll call my cousin.
What?
Well, can you still get hard on those?
[horns honk]
[bell dings]
Ma'am. Could you open the doors?
The stop's just there.
We're an inch from the stop.
You couldn't even use feet to measure it.
[horn honks]
DRIVER: Sir. Leave the doors alone, please.
Thank you.
♪ Picture this, we were both butt-naked ♪
♪ Bangin' on the bathroom floor ♪
♪ I had tried to keep her from ♪
♪ What she was about to see ♪
♪ Why should she believe... ♪
Check out the artist formerly known as Douglas.
[laughs]
I didn't know you two were back together.
Oh, uh-- I'm only seeing him
because, uh...
Doesn't matter.
No, what were you gonna say?
I messed up everything, didn't I?
I screwed everything up.
Sorry.
I've had a couple of drinks.
No, no, it's good because I wanted--
Can you ask him to come back?
-What? -Jeffrey.
Can you tell him I'm sorry and ask him to come back?
-Fran-- -You've got that...
lovely girl, and I've got--
[drumming]
Nothing.
♪ Creeping with the girl next door ♪
Going out with a male model.
Our mother.
It's not even funny.
It's better than going out with a DJ.
Como te llamo?
Sofia.
Should have known.
Sofia con cabello azul.
[chuckles]
What if she's up for it?
What are you gonna do then, you clown?
Don't know. [clicks tongue]
Couldn't get any Fentanyl, so I got this.
What are they?
They're blue.
-Sweet. -Huh.
Yeah? Come on.
-Take us. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Oh! -Wha--
♪♪
[grunts]
-[groans] -[bell dings]
♪ Something's comin' over me bad ♪
♪ It's the best I've ever had ♪
♪ I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight ♪
♪ Get our teenage kicks right through the night ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪♪
Hey.
So what's your angle?
How do you mean?
You know she's still grieving.
Right, so anything she tells you is just...
nonsense, like a fever dream.
There's no way she's over my dad.
Well, it'd be strange if she were over him.
She told me how hard his death hit you all.
Sounds like he was a wonderful man.
Yeah, well, he was.
Nice to see you two chatting.
How are you gettin' on?
Yeah, great. He's great.
And I think, you know, if you two hit pause,
and then picked it up again in a couple of years
when you've had proper time to grieve for Dad,
then I might even feel good about it.
Yes. Him.
-[grunting] -What the hell?
[grunting, yelling]
SHARON: What are you doing?
Fergal! What the fuck?
-[grunting] -[screaming]
♪♪
♪ I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight ♪
♪ Get teenage kicks right through the night ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪♪
Hey, guys.
We should maybe take a taxi.
Why?
So we can get home quick and fuck.
I'm ovulating.
Oh. [chuckles] Right.
Let's, uh--
What do you say
we go somewhere and have a chat?
SHARON: Why am I even having to deal with this anyway?
-It's your fuckin' mate-- -Stop talking at me like that.
You're moaning about everything.
I'm not-- Hey, you came!
Hey, did you bring any diarrhea?
What the hell happened? Does he have a pulse?
Relax, Nancy, he's just taking a breather.
-Oh, back off, Fergal. -What is your fucking problem?
-You. -Oh, you think you're better than me?
-Right now, yeah. -Well, you're not.
You're like a fuckin' fun vacuum.
You're like Reverend Footloose.
Everyone, stop dancing! Stop having fun!
The Reverend fuckin' Rob Norris is here.
Jesus Christ, your eyes are, like, 100 percent pupil.
-Are you high? -It's my birthday!
Oh, Fergal. Nobody gives a shit.
Six people showed up to celebrate with you,
and one of em's your mom.
[gasping]
-[screaming] -Oh, jeez!
What are you doing?
-[screaming] -[indistinct yelling]
Be careful!
SHARON: Fergal, get off him!
[grunting]
[indistinct yelling]
SHARON: Fergal, what the fuck!
Get off him!
Um, who are we here for?
♪♪
[cell phone chimes]
Oh, come on.
[sighs]
What the fuck is going on with you?
Are you having a mid-life crisis?
I'm not having a mid-life--
[sighs]
My wife fucking hates me.
When I drive into work, I think about pulling into oncoming traffic.
Yeah, maybe it is a crisis. Not mid-life, though, come on.
Jesus Christ!
So what are you gonna do? Leave her.
Because you cannot continue like this.
You're gonna get yourself in serious trouble
being this much of an asshole, Fergal.
You-- You're gonna be in a bar one night mouthing off,
and some Spanish Vinnie Jones is gonna smash your face in.
-I can't leave her. -What?
I fuckin' made a promise to Dad, okay?
I told him I'd work it out with Mallandra.
Why would you promise him that?
It made him smile.
Fergal, he'd had a stroke.
He didn't have full control of his facial muscles.
Oh! Oh, God.
-Good morning. -Morning.
Where's Ciaran?
-Um... -He slept in Frankie's bunk bed last night.
He's got a concussion, though,
so I think it's important that we let him sleep.
What? No, that is the opposite of what you do.
I'll go check on him.
Does anybody have a mint?
Doesn't matter.
♪♪
I owe you probably 15 apologies.
Look, it's okay.
I had a bit of a revelation earlier.
I used the toilet after you were in there this morning,
and the seat was warm.
And I got really angry.
Then I thought,
why do I care how it got warm?
It's warm and it's cozy.
What I'm trying to say is,
you're my wife's brother,
and I'm glad that you're leaving,
but I know that you'll be back at some point,
and that's fine.
Just out of curiosity,
have you ever hated anything as much as you hate me?
'Cause it seems a little excessive.
-Shar-- -Can I just--
Sorry, can I go?
Mum, I'm sorry about how I behaved.
You've just lost your husband, you know,
you should be able to do whatever you want to do
when your husband dies.
Including fuck up. Which you're not.
I guess I-- I'm just trying to say
don't break up with Stephen on my account.
What were you gonna say?
I was just going to say
I left five euros for Frankie under his pillow.
Oh.
Be careful. Okay?
That fit at that age...
just seems a bit--
I just saying he could be gay.
You know. I mean, he's such a good dancer.
I don't want you to get hurt.
Well, if he is gay, he's under deep cover.
♪♪
How long do you think you'd wait
to get together with someone after I die?
Like, if I had to go out and look for 'em?
It'd be, you know, a couple years.
But if somebody came up to me and was, like,
"I'm fucking you now,"
then I would wait, like, you know, a day or two.
[chuckles] Yeah.
If I die, I would be fine with you being with someone else.
You know, I'm dead. I don't care.
But if the slut you get together with
even suggests my kids call her mum,
I'll haunt her.
-[laughs] -And if Muireann has her period,
you come to my grave and you tell me,
not your mail order bride.
That's non-negotiable.
Hey, I'm sorry I never threw you a party for your 40th.
I didn't want a party for my 40th.
Well, a picnic then, or we could have gone to the beach.
Just makes me want to cry thinking about it.
I'm sorry about Fergal.
I know sometimes it seems like I put my family first,
but I love you.
And that's why I married you,
and not him.
[chuckles] And also because I'm fun.
-Huh? -Well, you still think I'm fun, don't you?
I mean, I know I said fun for me isn't
rolling you and Fergal around in a wheelbarrow,
but, you know, I'd give it a shot.
[laughs] You are plenty of great things.
I don't need you to be fun.
Well, tough luck, because I am.
[laughs] Get off-- Stop!
-[glass breaks] -[loud thud]
-Ow! -Oh--
-Jesus! -I'm sorry.
♪♪