(deep breath)
(somber piano music)
Oh, no.
(loud lively music)
Should be there in 20 minutes.
Want to play some music?
Mint crisp?
You know you can't get them like this anywhere else in the world.
Whatever they put into them here - maybe it's the grass, or the cows -
but this is one authentic Irish experience.
This is your heritage right here.
No?
Look, he pulls this shit all the time.
(line ringing) There. It's ringing.
Wha...?
What do I do if he answers?
(beeping)
We're sorry, but you have reached a number that is disconnected
or is no longer in service.
I wasn't not telling you.
He's just...
He's not reliable.
- Can you pull over? - I can't... I can't stop here.
Please, just stop!
(brakes squealing)
Okay, please don't be mad.
I found it in your old bedroom.
Isn't it so beautiful?
- Get out. - What?
- Get out. - No!
(yelling): Get the fuck out!
- You can't just-- - You're a fucking thief.
Oh! Hello, pot. It's me, kettle.
- You stole from me first! - What?
You think I didn't see you snatch that fifty?
Oh! That was money. That... that's different.
- Oh, is it? - No, this is really fucking messed up.
You said you'd drive me to Galway. That was the deal.
- Yeah. You're in Galway. - We're outside of Galway.
There. Galway.
Now fuck off!
You are actually totally fucking insane!
- Do you know that? - Pot! Kettle!
You're a fucking psycho bitch!
Don't throw those at me! You could hit my eye!
Get the fuck out!
And take this fucking box from your daddy.
Fine. You know what?
Take your...
- fucking money. - Yeah!
Well, I fucking earned it.
You know what your problem is?
Oh, yeah, tell me what my fucking problem is!
You're so fucking busy feeling sorry for yourself
you're wasting your whole fucking life. You better get busy living.
What the fuck does that even mean?
Don't touch it!
I am embarrassed to be related to you. - Yeah? Me, too!
You can't just leave me here!
It's not safe!
(grunting loudly)
(whimpering)
No! Come on!
(engine sputtering, woman groaning)
Ah, yeah.
- Needs a new intercooler. - How much?
Two seventy, including parts.
- Two hundred and seventy euros? - Hm.
You've got to be fucking joking me?!
In this life, you pay now or you pay later.
- (whimpering) - Wait!
Do I look like someone who's not busy living to you?
- (chuckles) - Let's call it 250, hm?
Fine.
Look, can I... can I wait while you work?
Yeah. (laughs)
Well, if you want to sleep here.
You'll be lucky if this is up and running tomorrow afternoon.
Fuck!
(Tom Waits ♪ I'll Be Gone ♪)
♪ Tonight I'll shave the mountain ♪
♪ I'll cut the hearts from pharaohs ♪
♪ I pull the road off of the rise ♪
♪ Tear the memories from my eyes ♪
♪ In the morning I'll be gone ♪
♪ I drink a thousand... ♪
Sorry.
Hi. Excuse me. Sorry.
Um, do you know a James... Jimmy... Molloy?
He's a musician.
Right.
Sorry...
Um, could I get a beer?
(thunder rumbling)
(soft music)
(line ringing)
You've reached Steve.
I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now because...
(whispering): ...Sarah, do the bit! (woman): Oh, right.
(both): We're engaged! (beep!)
I can't believe you have your phone off right now
while I am traveling in a foreign country, alone!
I could be being raped or stabbed right now
and where were you?
(phone beeping) (sighs)
It's my first time in Galway.
It's a really lovely city.
(soft music)
Oh, Jesus!
Oh!
Oh, God!
(moaning in pain)
- 'Tis yourself? - Gabe...
Um... yeah.
I-I-I just... I just wanted to... to return this.
- She sounds like a right cunt. - No!
I'm the c-u-n-t.
I'm the one who stole the box.
You wanted to hold a piece of your father in your hands.
- Exactly! - I get it!
It's like this breakup I had.
He was a complete bastard.
When it was over, I took his entire sound system.
And his car.
- Well, it's-it's not exactly like that, but I-- - It is.
It is.
It... it is. You're right.
Similar.
(mic's feedback)
(water pouring)
Well, the prognosis is good.
You'll live.
Just lift your head up.
All right. There you go.
Just leave your clothes outside and I'll get them sorted for you.
Come on, then, uh? Come on!
♪ The sun is teasing me to fade away ♪
♪ And do you like the night when the moon's in bloom ♪
♪ I'll be beaming in the streetlight outside your room ♪
♪ And what use am I ♪
♪ If all I ever do is blacken your life ♪
Hey.
You all right?
- Thanks for doing that. - No worries.
- Glass of wine? - Mm.
Hopefully it'll dry quickly.
Yeah, yeah, it'll be fine. Stick it on here.
I, uh, made you something.
For your birthday.
Oh?
Wasn't sure if I was, uh, ever going to get to give it to you,
or, um, if you'd even want it.
- Depends what it is. - Cheeky as ever.
- Is it a million pounds? - Hm.
Wow.
It's, um, it's...
it's... it's beautiful.
Th... thank you.
No worries.
Happy birthday.
(loud laughter)
- So? - Yeah.
- Canada? - Yeah, guilty. "Eh."
Ah. Do you know what?
You have a real, um, Joni Mitchell thing about you.
Do I?
No one's ever said that to me before.
- Do ya sing? - Oh, yeah!
Well, I used to.
Um, no, I was in a-a choir in school and, um...
yeah, I-I had a solo once.
Hm. Yeah. Bet you have a lovely voice.
Merry Christmas. (laughing): Please, stop.
(both laughing loudly)
♪ And it's time on our... ♪
♪ Side ♪
♪ And, oh, but tonight I gotta... ♪
♪ Heavy load ♪
♪ Oh and she said ♪
♪ I want my innocence back ♪
♪ I want my confidence back ♪
♪ I don't want to feel like this no more ♪
♪ Pull up they push and play you ♪
♪ Now you're this fool they made you ♪
(He sings alone.) ♪ I don't wanna feel like this no more ♪
What's that?
Mm.
Hmm...
It's a bit of metal and a rock.
Looks like a promise.
Look, I, uh...
I don't want to do anything you're going to regret.
(grunts)
Mm-mm.
No.
(laughs quietly)
What if I told you I'm only marrying him
'cause it's what my mother wanted
and I'm suddenly overwhelmed
by an acute sense of my own mortality.
No!
Seriously, like...
I'm looking at you right now and I can see you...
...dead.
Oh, you're creepy.
I...
What?
I forgot.
What?
Mm...
I'm on my period.
Oh.
That's okay.
Um, I'm cool with that.
Cool.
Oh, that should do the trick.
(sighs)
(soft music)
Wait...
Should I take off the plaster?
Jesus, no. Leave it on.
(loud breathing)
Condom.
No, Susan, we don't need one.
- Really? - Yeah.
I've been doing a lot of thinking since you left.
No more messin'.
(sighs deeply)
(laughter)
Ah, do you have a condom?
What?
We're in your room.
I, uh...
I don't have a condom.
It's okay 'cause I...
I'm already bleeding, so I-I can't get pregnant.
No, it's, uh...
I mean, I...
I don't even know ya.
I don't even know you.
Here's what's going to happen now.
I'm going to fuck you.
That's what's going to happen.
Oh-kay! Um, sorry.
I, uh...
I need a sec. I, um...
- So. - So.
(chuckles)
You'll come back?
(moans)
Oh, come on, Susan! Let me see your face.
Fuck you! (chuckles)
This is good, though.
Yeah.
- It is. - Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
(clattering in the distance)
- You are fucking shitting me. - Oh, shit!
Oh, shit. Who's that?
- No idea. - You expecting someone?
Nope. (doorbell ringing)
Oh, shit!
- Should I come out? - No, stay, stay.
Billie, darling! Are you okay?
- Fuck! - I had a bad dream at the sleepover.
Oh, no! You all right, Lisa?
Yeah. Look, sorry. You know how it goes.
No worries. Thanks for bringing her back.
- All right. - All right, cheers. Bye. (door closing)
Look, there's somebody here.
They're playing a bit of hide and seek at the moment.
- Oh? - Yeah.
- Boo! - Boo!
- Suzie! - Billie, beauty!
I know I must have one in here somewhere.
It's okay. Look, um, the mood's kinda ruined.
I mean...
Yeah. Sorry.
You know, I can...
I can buy you new sheets.
I should probably get some sleep.
I have a big gig tomorrow.
Oh, please.
For five geriatric drunks in an empty pub?
Sorry.
You're actually a really good singer.
(laughs)
Can I just stay here? With you?
I can sleep on the floor.
I really don't have anywhere to go.
I miss my mum.
She died.
Yeah, y-you said.
She was a horrible woman. Horrible!
I mean, she never let a day go by
without letting me know what a big fucking disappointment I was.
Now, I'm sure she loved you.
She didn't.
She...
She tolerated me, I think.
(sobs)
Ah, here, look, um, really sorry about your mum, and everything,
but, uh, I really need to get some sleep.
Okay.
Um, I'm sorry.
Um, yeah, I'll just...
Excuse me.
Um, sorry.
Hey. No.
Um...
Are you having a baby?
What? No!
Daddy can't have any more babies.
Why? 'Cause he's so old?
- (laughing) - No!!
He got a snip snip.
He went to the hospital
and when he came home, he had a very sore...
(whispers): ...willy.
Boys and their willies!
You all right?
Nearly good to go. Have a seat.
Here we go!
Ready.
Dig in.
Cheers.
(playful music)
Mmm. Christ, that's good now, huh?
Oh, yeah, yeah, that's good.
(indistinct chatter)
- (crashing) - Christ! What the fuck?
You had a fucking vasectomy without telling me?!
Susan! Christ! What are you doing?
Six fucking years together
and you-you don't think of mentioning the detail that you cut your dick off?!
Well, I didn't... you know they don't actually cut your dick off?
Earlier when I asked about a condom?
Yeah, that's what I meant!
Jesus Christ! I thought you'd be happy!
Are you insane?!
I just wanted to do something to help with all the fucking ambiguity!
I mean, you were all over the place about having kids before you fucking up and left!
Yeah! Because it was always on your terms!
What terms?!
Listen to me: in our first year together,
I asked you about us having a kid.
- No, you didn't! - I did!
In that shitty pub on the river.
You were wearing that weird green hoodie.
Fuck sake! We talked about lots of things.
You said you'd consider it with me.
Maybe I did consider it. But it wasn't right.
(scoffs) And you didn't think of telling me that?
Well, maybe if you weren't drunk for half of our relationship, I would have!
Oh, that's fucking rich, coming from you.
You had nothing - nothing - when we met!
And now you're saying that the reason you were pissed for most of our relationship
was because I didn't give you enough?! Jesus!
And I see you still can't load the bastin' dishwasher.
Fuck the dishwasher!
You can pack a fucking dishwasher!
So what? It's not about doing shit.
It's about listening. You never fucking listen to me.
- Ever! - Daddy?
Billie goat.
Sorry, darling. Did we, um, did we wake you up?
Yeah.
Oh, come here. Let's see.
We're just playing a silly game.
Okay.
- Down you go. - There's a lot of shouting.
(ringing)
Oh, Jesus.
Ah, I knew it!
- Mam... - Praise the Lord.
- It's not a good time. - There he is!
Look so handsome, Gabe.
Like one of them fellas from Bridgerton.
Sheryl, it's not really a very good time, I'm afraid.
Did ya make that table, Gabriel?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.
Did ya know that Jesus was a carpenter?
Yeah. Okay.
I'm sorry we woke Billie.
Mm.
Listen...
it's not about wanting a kid.
You're right.
I am all over the place about it.
And you're right...
I... I can't pack a fuckin' dishwasher.
I just...
I just want for you to want to know...
what's going on in my head.
You see, what I'm hearing is,
"I want, I want, I want."
And I actually don't get what it is that you want, anymore.
You know, I've nothing left.
I'm sorry,
but I don't think I can give you whatever it is that you think you need.
I thought me having the fucking... (whistles)
...would make things easier.
Yeah.
Well, um,
you're right. (dry laugh)
It has.
(keys tinkling)
(soft music)
♪ Pace mine for you ♪
♪ Hold my horses ♪
♪ Patient ♪
(sobbing)
♪ Hey man ♪
♪ Tricks can't wait ♪
♪ To hear my emotions ♪ (dog whimpering)
Luna! Luna.
(loud grunts)
♪ Every time the sun comes up I'm in trouble ♪
What the fuck are you doing?
- I want to go home! - Oh, God!
Canada!
Be careful.
(crying): I want to go home.
I want to go home!
(softly): I want to go home!
(Suzie sighs)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
♪ Even when the sun comes up I'm in trouble ♪