Blood (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

You think they saw us?

You think they'd leave us
standing there if they did?

He knows we were there.
He's fucking with us.

What hold has that bollocks
got over you?

What have you done?

I think about starting
over sometimes, moving away.

We could take the kids.

There's some funny shite
going on around the yard, like.

You know, bits and bobs
gone missing about the place.

I wondered
if you seen anything, Jim.

Why did they have to leave?



They didn't do anything wrong.

Why are you lying to me?

There's a tree come down
in the back paddock,

and, um, Dad wants us to go down
and take a look.

I'll go in the morning.

I got to be home tonight.
I've got a guest.

He's not home yet.

Where are we going?

I didn't kill him.

I swear on my mother's grave
that is the truth.

No way. I cannot steal you
a fucking horse.

I'm not asking you to get on it
and ride it to me, dickhead!

I just need you
to get me into the yard

so I can take it myself.



You fuck this for me,

you say anything,
it's the end for you.

No.

Oh, God, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.
No, no.

I told you to leave it open!

I'm sorry.

So, how were things
between you and your husband?

Things were fine.

No problems
between the two of you?

No tensions?

Arguments?

No.

His criminal conviction must
have caused a bit of tension.

We handled it.

So, you weren't thinking
of leaving, then.

No.

Really?

No.

A man doesn't end up
inside the boot of his own car

driven into the water by his
wife without something going on.

Maybe you're protecting someone.

Someone who saw you needed help.

Fiona.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Jim Hogan for Mr. McCann.
- Yeah. He just went up.

- You can have a seat over there.
- Thank you.

All you have to do
is turn the other way.

Like you always have.

Just be a bit useless, huh?

You don't want to
get this wrong, Paul.

Your family don't want you
to get this wrong.

You say anything,
it's the end for you.

Hello?

How are you?
You sound a bit out of breath.

Yeah. It's just I'm...
just on a run.

Oh, yeah.
Great.

That's good for the old head,
you know, and mental...

So, anyway, listen.

I'm, uh, I'm in town here
doing this interview today,

and, uh, I know you're
playing golf with the lads,

but I was just thinking
I could nip back up to the farm,

finish that pit.

There's not a lot left to do,

and I could get it ready
for the concrete...

No, no, no.

Uh, no.
Honestly, there's no point.

Just take the day off.

It's fine. It's fine.
I'm up there anyway.

So, uh, you know...
I like to make meself useful.

Look, why don't you...

take Fiona and the kids out
for the afternoon?

The park or something.
They'd love that.

The weather's meant to be nice,
and...

I know Fiona
would appreciate it.

Okay. Yeah, that sounds good.
Yeah. I'll do that.

Great.

You sure you're okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
Just...

unfit.

Okay. Well, listen.

- We'll catch up later and, uh...
- See you, boy.

You know, before the kids have
to do the Holy Communion tomor...

Christ... Jesus!

Oh, what the...

Why don't you just say
what you're looking for

before the whole house
comes down around us?

Why do you always have to
hide me golf shoes?

I've not hidden your golf shoes.

They're where they always are...
In the box above the wardrobe.

That's not where
they always are.

- Yes, it is.
- No.

I left them under the stairs so
I'd know exactly where they are.

And I put them back in the box
above the wardrobe

so Iwould know
exactly where they are,

which is where
they're supposed to be.

Surely where they're supposed
to be is where I can find them.

They're my fucking shoes.

That would be fine
if you could ever find anything.

I could if you stopped hiding
ev...

Excuse me.

And you can get that sour look
off your face and all,

or I'll leave you at home.

- Don't think I won't.
- Tom!

Fine. You can kick me out too
and everything if you want.

- I don't care.
- Stop it!

You won't be so lucky, my lad,
I promise you.

And if you think
being a grumpy little shit

is going to make either one
of us feel sorry for you,

you'll be at it a long time!

I'm sick of this fucking house!

Why do you always do that?

Do what?
Do what?!

He is miserable, Tom.

Just allow him to be miserable.

- Ah, Gill, I'm...
- It's fine.

I'm fine.

What time is Paul coming?

I don't know.
Usual time.

I'm sorry, Gill.

I booked us a table at the club
for lunch.

We can get ourselves
a nice big bottle of wine,

get wildly out of hand.

We can always get Owen to drive
us home, make himself useful.

I need to feed the horses.

I'll apologize to Owen.

I'll do it before we go.

Christ, Paul.
What happened to you?

Been up to no good, have you?

Jesus.

I scare you?

Sorry. I didn't know
Paul was expecting anyone.

I would've tidied up.

It's First Holy Communion
madness at the minute.

- That time of year, isn't it?
- Yeah.

You know, maybe if we left
our little chat till later on...

It'll be a couple of minutes.
I won't keep you.

You want to put some ice
on those knees.

Want to keep them
in working order.

Stop.

I'm fine.

- I'll run you a bath.
- Thank you.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Fiona.

It is notall right

for you to come to my house
like this.

I thought we were friends.

My wife could suspect something.

Punching with that one,
aren't you?

- Sorry?
- Fiona.

You lucked out.

Sure, you didn't.

It's a nice house.

Got it good.

I always wanted to see
where they put you up.

Tom, Gillian.

Always good to people
who are good to them.

I wouldn't want to lose
all this.

So I wouldn't mess it up today.

Come on, Paul.
It's just a horse.

Maybe I'll get him
turned into glue, huh?

Something useful.

I'll get the blame.
I'll lose my job.

That's far from the worst-case
scenario for you.

We have an agreement, yeah?

You make things right with me...
we're all square.

We won't have a problem.

Now, why don't you go upstairs,
hop in that bath,

get a wee plaster
on that knee...

and I'll see myself out
after I've had me cigarette?

Smile, Paul.

But this evening, it's all over.

I found some antiseptic.

Is he gone?

Yeah.

He apologized about some drama

he might have caused
at the farm.

What happened?

Uh, nothing.

Tom just needed the barn back
or something.

Right.

I'm sorry.

I mean it.
I...

I'm sorry I wasn't h-here
for Michael the other night.

I'm sorry we fell out over it.

I'm sorry I've been so...

What is going on?

Will you not talk a bit?

I don't know what to do.
I...

Whatever I do, I just...
I make it all worse.

Make what worse?

Sorry.

I shouldn't be crying
all over you.

It's all right.

Look.
Whatever happens, I just...

I just want you to know that
I've... been trying to be better.

I havebeen trying.

And I've not been good to you.
I know that.

But I've... I've been trying.

We'll get you to see someone.

I don't...

I don't need to see someone.

I just...

I just need to get on with it.

I'll go out today
and... play golf,

and I'll feel... feel better,
you know?

It's gonna be fine.

Everything is going to be fine.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Do you know
what's going to happen

when this goes to trial...

when the jury hears your story?

They're going to think
you did it.

Or they're going to think
you know who did.

And I canhelp you, Fiona.

I can make sure they know just
how cooperative you've been.

And when you've got kids...

manslaughter instead of murder

will make quite a bit
of difference.

Yeah.

Well, if you need
any more references

or anything like that,
it's no problem.

I'm sure that'll be fine.
Thanks.

So, that was great, Jim.

- Thank you.
- No. Thank you.

So, obviously,
we're in the business

of providing representation
and legal advice

to members
in the medical profession.

And while we don't expect
our medical advisers

to necessarily
be currently practicing...

we are dealing with clients

who on occasion have fallen foul
of the law.

We just have to make sure

we won't have any conflicts
of interest, so...

Jim, can you talk us through
the circumstances

which led you to being struck
off the medical register?

Ah. Look at him.

How are you, big fella?

Are you still pissed off
with me?

No.

Christ. You're really
pissed off with me.

I'm not pissed off with you.

I've apologized to Owen.

He's going to live.

And weare going to enjoy
ourselves.

Oh, come on, now.
You're just being unfair.

Is this it, Gill?

Are we done?

I know you're not happy.

You haven't been happy in years.

I mean, you're barely here,
are you?

- I don't want to do this now.
- And what about what I want?

Or do I have to live

with all these questions
going around in my head?

I love you, Tom.

I really do, but...

It's... It's never been that way.

Never?

Nor any man.

Is there someone else?

No.

Have you been with someone else?

This isn't about anyone else.
This is about me.

This is about me wanting to live
at least some of my life

as the person I am...

even if that means
being alone for the rest of it,

even if I never find anyone.

I just...

I can't... be this.

Not anymore.

It's Fiona, isn't it?

You know, I wondered.

I mean, I've always suspected
you might be a-a bit...

But the two of you
were very close.

I'm so sorry, Tom.

Oh.
Um, sorry.

No. No.
You're fine.

I'm quite... I-I'm early.
I j... I just came to lock up.

- But, I mean, I can come back...
- No.

We're all done.

We, uh, we... we just gave Lunar
a big breakfast.

That should do him
until we get back.

Are you all ready to go?

Yeah.

Great.
Well... see you in a bit.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah.
I'm fine.

Thanks, Paul.

I... I don't know what we'd do
without you.

Boy.

Yeah.

So, how did it go
with the interview?

Oh, fine, fine.

I'm used to being the boss,
you know?

And I'm not used to people
looking at me

like I'm some kind of a...

- Did they ask about the trial?
- Yeah.

What'd you tell them?

The truth.

Oh, I just wish
you could retire.

- How dare you.
- Seriously.

You shouldn't have to be dashing
around, interviewing for jobs.

You should be enjoying yourself.

You should be laying about
and drinking,

especially after last year.

How are things
with you and Paul?

Fine.

Fine.
Really?

I've been having a few chats
with him,

and I think he's depressed.

Well, that's nothing new.

Well, it's new to me.
Why didn't you tell me?

There's nothing to tell.

He's always had it.

It comes and it goes.

He's never liked people knowing.

But it's been worse
since I got sick.

And over the last few days.

Don't know what's going on.

Why couldn't he just wait
until I died to fall apart?

God.

Oh, that's awful.
I-I'm sorry.

No, no.

Look.
Just say it.

Say it.

Well, I-I just feel like I'm the
only one who's trying to cope.

I mean, he...
He says he's trying.

He says he's trying to change.

But he doesn't.
He... He isn't.

He just moved his mother in
so she can look after him,

defend his every word,
his every use...

I just...

I feel like I'm on my own,

and I'm so afraid
of what'll happen to the kids.

It's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right.

- I'm being unfair.
- Look.

I know you like to deal
with everything in your own way.

I really respect that.

But you don't have to.

You don't have to go through
this on your own, darling.

Right.
Who threw that?

See?

Look.

You can tell me anything.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

Tomorrow will be nice.

The whole family together...
Not for a funeral.

Yeah.

Right. That's it. That's it.

Now... I'm coming for you now.

This is a serious business.

The next one who drops it
is walking home.

Right.
Let me show you how it's done.

- There we go!
- Got it.

Great catch.

- Yes!
- Great!

Remember you're hitting
into the wind.

Yeah.
Got that.

Arse!
Bollocks!

Fuck!

A bastard of a hole.

What's up with him?

Nothing.
He's just a terrible golfer.

Grumpy old prick.

I've told him, Owen... about me.

He knew something was...

I had to.
I just...

I couldn't keep it any longer.
I...

Does he know about Fiona?

He had his suspicions.

Oh, God.

It's her kids' First Communion
tomorrow.

You need to tell her, Mam.
Dad might say something.

Oh, no.
No, I don't think he'd dare.

You're right, though.

I do need to tell her.

I'm just so sorry
you had to keep my secret.

Especially from your dad.

Are you gonna leave him?

I don't know, love.

Be kind to him, won't you?

This isn't his fault.

I just hope you'll be happy now,
Mam.

I'll be happy when...
when my handicap's under 19.

Shit.

It's your shot.

Listen, Paul.

Some things are going to be
changing around the farm.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

Things aren't going as nicely
as we'd like, and...

But I thought Gillian said
that...

Gillian says a lot, you know?

Anyway, we're going to have to
pare back a bit.

And, um, well, I just thought
you should know

you might need to look
for something else.

Wait.

I-I don't...
I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Paul.

Obviously, we'll keep you on
as long as we can.

Have I done something wrong?

No.

The wee bastard.

And you don't think I deserve
better than this and all?

After everything I've done?

On a fucking golf course?

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Come in for a coffee, Paul?

No, thank you.

I should get home.

- Tom.
- Not now. Sorry.

You all right, Mam?

Yeah.

Ah.

There you are.

Oh, good boy.

Good boy.
Good boy.

I wouldn't let nothing happen
to you.

No, I wouldn't.

No, I wouldn't.
I wouldn't.

Good boy.

Oh.

Jesus Christ.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

- Here. Let me do that.
- Oh, thanks.

Bags and I go first!

- All right. Slow down.
- Whoa.

Yeah. Well, I said bags first.

Christ.
Is all this for tomorrow?

Put that down.

I've put aside a little envelope
for you.

You can slip a few euros
in there.

They'll expect to be spoiled
rotten, so come prepared.

- There you have it.
- Thanks for all this, Marjorie.

Not at all. Oh.

How did you get on, Jim?
Did you get the job?

That's the attitude, Marjorie.

I should make you my life coach.

- Where's Paul?
- Haven't heard from him yet.

Oh? Would have thought
he'd be home by now.

I assumed he'd let you
know if he was going to be late.

I wouldn't assume that.

Maybe he's with that young fella
who came around this morning.

What young fella?

Um, Kian or something.

Something about a barn.
I don't know.

Paul was a bit funny about it.

I think Paul does far
too much for Tom and Gillian.

Yeah. Look.
I-I'm gonna head out.

Are you not staying for dinner?

No.
I'm a bit knackered, you know?

And if I see Paul,
I'll give him a boot up the arse

and send him home.

Bye.

Yeah. Bye, darling.

Think of your kids.

How do you want to spend
the time you've got left?

I can help you.

No.

No further questions
at this time.

Interview terminated, 1900.

We'll find out
one way or another.

I gave you a chance.

Owen, where's Paul?

Paul went home.

Owen.
Where is he?

I don't know.

Look. I know your pal was at my
daughter's house this morning.

- I didn't know.
- Where's Paul, Owen?

Where is he?!

What should I do now, huh?

You know...

you had the chance
to help me, to put things right.

Now you're just a problem,
aren't you?

No.
I'm...

Stop whining!
Where are your balls now, huh?!

You had them earlier,
didn't you,

when you wanted to fuck me?!

You had them earlier!

Where are they now, huh?

Huh?
Where are they fucking now?

The guys I work for,
they're not happy with me...

Because of you.

'Cause you got me kicked out,

'cause I had to sell the gear
for fuck all.

And now I can't make it up.

You fucked me!

I'm not gonna die for you.
No, no, no.

Maybe I should ransom you...
and make it up.

Who'd pay for you?
Huh?

For you?

Who'd pay for this?!

Or else I'm gonna have to
kill you, aren't I?

Aren't I, eh?!

'Cause if I have to go,
you have to go.

- Do you know what I mean?
- No. Please, Kian. Please!

Shut up!

You thieving little bastard!
Shut up!

No one's gonna miss you, huh?!

Not your kids, not your wife!

And I'm gonna tell her
about this myself, huh?

No, she... she won't be able to
fight me off either, will she?

Will she?!

Paul!

Jesus Christ.

No! Stop!

Paul!

Stop it!

Paul?

Paul.

Paul.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.