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But I'm being rude.

I should let you dance

with the lovely Well.

- Oh, no, I'm not sure.

- Well, I wasn't asking.

- STANLEY:
No, no,

no, no, no, no, mother.

This isn't a good idea.

- Stanley'!

- Mother, no!

I'm not dancing anymore.

- Fine.

I'll do the washing up.

- STANLEY:
Mother.

- If you want to be discourteous

to our guest, then so be it.

- STANLEY:
Let me do it.

' No!

You always do it.

It's only fair that

I do it this time.

- No, don't.

Please, leave it.

I'm sorry about that.

- No. it's fine.

What?

- It's nothing.

- No really, what is it?

- Your wrists.

- I don't quite see what

it is you're getting at.

- If you need to talk to anyone.

Look, we all have our demons.

It's just how we deal with them.

- You wanna be the

hero, is that it?

You wanna save the

damsel in distress?

My wrists are like this because

tried to take my own life

on more than one

occasion actually.

Sometimes the thought of death.

Even just the word

is comforting to me,

but I keep going because

my heart wants something.

- Okay, calm down.

What is it that you want?

- It's not what I want.

It's what I need.

I.

(dishes clattering)

- STANLEY:
Mum.

Mum, what's happened?

Mum, you all right?

- I'm tired, Stanley.

- STANLEY:
Let me

take you up to bed.

It's been a long day.

- No, I mean I'm tired

of being old and alone.

- Mum, you're bleeding.

Let me see it.

- I can do this.

I don't need your help.

- Mum, leave all this,

I'll finish that.

' No!

I need to do it.

And you need to find someone

to share your life with.

This is no life for you,

here, with me (subs).

- STANLEY:
This is

where I want to be.

Right here with you.

- You're a good boy, Stanley.

I know you miss him too.

- STANLEY:
Goodnight.

- You're very gentle with her.

I didn't mean to.

It's just.

It's nice.

- Can you sleep here?

- Yeah, that's fine, thank you.

It's really good of

you to take me in.

I don't know what

I would have done

if you hadn't of been there.

- You're welcome.

I'll show you the directions

to the town in the morning.

You know, it really, it

really was nice meeting you.

You were about to say

something earlier.

What was it?

- Um, it was nothing.

- Really?

- Yeah, honestly,

it was nothing.

- Good night.

- Night.

- STANLEY:
I'm sorry for

storming out the other day.

- BERNADETTE:
It's fine.

- Do you do couples therapy?

- Why do you ask?

- This is a sofa.

There's room for two.

- Ves, I do.

- Marital problems,

work, stress, sex life.

- Many things.

- Anything interesting?

- I can't disclose

such information.

- Fair enough.

I wrote in the journal.

- Good.

How did you find it?

- Interesting.

It made me realize that I

really am damaged goods.

- That is an

interesting observation.

- No really.

I better be going.

- We will continue this

tomorrow morning if you're free.

I know we normally

meet once a week

but I think it would

be good to carry on

with this fresh in our minds.

Okay.

- See you.

- See you tomorrow.

(gentle music)

- Well, wait.

Well, will you slow

down for a second?

We're here to help you.

- NIAMH:
Ethan, I

don't need your help.

And what the f*** is

he doing here with you?

- Who is she f***ing talking to?

- Will you shut up for a second?

Why didn't you just tell me

you were coming here

in the first place?

- It's none of your business.

- None of my business.

Everything is my

f***ing business.

Well, were you here

for another man?

You make me so f***ing angry.

Look. we can talk about this.

Like we should have

done back in Belfast

after all the times I've

buried my soul for you

because that's what couples

do when they need it.

- But we're not Ethan.

And the sooner you

get that through

your thick skull the

better we'll both be.

- And that's it.

You're just gonna say that?

I come here and you say that?

All right, you're gonna make

your decision right now.

Is it him or me?

But if you come back to

me, Well, if you come back

to one of your own, I'll forgive

you for all of this sh*t.

But if you go to him, I'll

never, never speak to you again.

Don't touch me, just

tell me what you want.

- I can't Ethan.

- That's it, that's

your last word?

All right, I want it back, I

want the bracelet back, Well.

Give me the bracelet back, Well.

- That's enough.

You're letting that

b*tch walk all over you.

- Just leave her,

just leave her.

- But that's not what we agreed.

- I don't care what we said.

Leave her here,

let her rot here.

I don't ever wanna

see you again.

Do you hear me?

I said do you hear me?

- I do.

- Hey Stan, how you doing?

- Not bad, thanks.

Yourself?

- Yeah, not too bad.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Did my order come in?

- Yeah. I got it here.

- Cost me a fortune in

postage and packaging.

Anyway, thanks Jim.

- Hey, before you

go, did she find you?

Your niece, is it?

' My niece?

- Yeah.

Pretty young thing. dark hair.

She was asking after

you three days ago.

- No, you must have me

mistaken for someone else.

- Maybe not, maybe it

was me, my mistake.

- Bye.

- JIM:
See you.

(mouth blowing)

- This bloody cold.

And what is wrong with you boy?

You come out all this

way just to tell her off,

not even a slap on the wrist.

You should be

ashamed of yourself.

Are we really going home?

- What do you want

me to do, Logan?

- What do you think?

We should kill the b*tch.

- Come on.

- Seriously, she has

disrespected you,

and she has

disrespected our culture

by going with a man like that.

A f***ing Englishman.

- You don't know he's English.

- I do. I can smell it.

Will you turn that engine

off for Christ's sake?

This is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna split up.

One take out the Englishman

and the other go up

to that house and

bring that b*tch back.

- Right and what if she

doesn't want to come home?

You're out of your mind.

- You dragged me out

here to bloody France

so I can do what

you don't want to.

- I didn't drag you out here.

- You call yourself a man?

You're like a f***ing

woman treading

all over you like

you're nothing.

- This is what I

don't understand.

Even when I first met her,

she was really nice to me

and listen, you know,

like properly listen.

And so I told her about

my father dying in '91

and she put her arm around me

and said, "Ethan, I understand.

And from that moment I

knew we were meant to be.

Well, I thought we were

meant to be together.

- It's a damn shame,

but she has got to go.

We've come this far so we

might as well finish it.

If you're not going

to, then I am.

- All right, all

right, just wait.

All right then.

You had these in the

boot the whole time?

- Aye.

- What about border control?

We could of got caught.

- Ah, they don't check unless

you're black or a Muslim.

- That's a load of

crap and you know it.

- What?

You'd rather we stuck them

up our arse holes then?

- No, but I know

you'd love that.

- Ah, your ma loves it.

Right, you got the

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