- [Julie] Oh, he can
definitely hear us.
Oh...
There you are, little Charlie.
(upbeat music begins)
- [Finn] My little brother
Charlie was born prematurely,
like way too early.
(upbeat music continues)
- [Julie] Oh, look at you,
he's looking at you, Finn.
- [John] Is one eye
higher than the other?
- No, Jesus.
- I mean it is, right.
- Behave.
- He's four months under
cooked, John.
We're still a bit tender.
Go easy, yeah?
- [John] He's got plenty of
time to grow into his face.
And it's good to know
nobody's going to steal him.
- Oh my God, Dad.
- What's the story with
you, coming so early?
Are you going to be
a little bollix?
Do I need to keep my eye on you?
(upbeat music continues)
- [Julie] You say
sometimes you have to be.
- Get a little bit naughty.
- [Julie] But mommy says.
- No naughty.
- [Finn] Charlie had
more than his fair share
of time in hospital when
he was little.
Though most of the time
you wouldn't even know it.
- [Dan] Two, three, four!
(upbeat music continues)
(Charlie laughs)
- [Finn] For someone who
started out in life so tiny,
he's turned into a very
big character.
I suppose it's always felt
like he's the special one
out of the two of us.
But that's okay, he probably is.
- [Dan] Put it back!
Put it back now!
- [Charlie] Come on guys!
- [Dan] Okay, wait for
us please.
You're too far ahead.
- [Charlie] Come on!
- [Julie] Careful, Charlie!
- [Charlie] Last one there's
a rotten egg!
- [Finn] Charlie's got a
right gob on him.
You can hear him a mile off.
- [Charlie] Grandad,
Grandad, Grandad!
- Watch me now, Charlie.
Yo, yo!
- That's a knocker, then.
No, leave it, leave it!
Chaps, I'm going for a
different approach.
- [John] All right.
- Oh, he's up!
Oh, for God's sake.
- [Charlie] I'll measure
it, I'll measure it.
- [Dan] Get off.
- [John] Charlie.
- [Dan] Watch out the
way, it's a steel ball.
- [Finn] All our family holidays
are at Nana and Grandad's
in Ireland.
- Grandad, Nana!
- Oh!
- [Finn] Mum says Grandad
has the energy of all of us.
And even though Nana
is losing it a bit.
- There you go, Molly,
there you are.
- [Finn] Grandad holds
things together.
- [John] Young Charlie,
he's such a monkey.
Look at him.
Such a sweet monkey.
He's edible.
- [Dan] Nice roll,
that's not bad.
Come on, come on, come on!
Leave it, leave it.
Well, that's it then, innit.
Done.
Cheating, game void,
me and Nana win.
- I didn't touch it!
- Charlie, you can't be
cheating Nana!
- That's just wrong, Charlie.
- It's your sand castle
that's wrong.
Those turrets look like
Grandad's teeth.
- You can talk, you could
eat an apple
through a letterbox with
those things.
- Right?
(Julie laughs)
Those towers are a triumph.
- Oh yeah, not bad for
a college dropout.
- Ah, now, you produced
something fairly epic
that year in this masterpiece.
- Thank you, Grandad.
- And you don't need a
degree to be an artist.
- No, you can just retire
down here
and call yourself one,
can't you, John?
- Oh!
(Julie laughs)
- Please, one more game.
- Come on.
- [Charlie] Yeah!
- No cheating.
- [Finn] If you asked me
where we were happiest.
- [Julie] Come on,
then, Charlie.
- [Finn] It'd be here,
in Dingle.
- [Charlie] I didn't move
the ball, it wasn't out!
- Ooh.
(Finn laughs)
I suppose I thought it
would always be like that.
(waves crash)
(upbeat music begins)
(Singing in Irish begins)
(Irish singing continues)
(phone rings)
- [Charlie] Grandad.
- [Finn] Oh, answer it.
- Will you... please, stop.
(phone continues)
I told you to stop calling.
- Mum.
- [John] I'm sorry, I
just, I just miss you.
- Oh my God.
Don't, okay, just don't.
- Finn.
(intense music)
Will you sit down please, Finn.
(intense music continues)
(waves crash)
(intense music continues)
(intense music continues)
(waves crash)
- John, don't.
Please get back, will you.
John!
- Jesus, don't creep up.
You'll give me a bloody
heart attack.
- Well, you'll give me one
standing there.
- What are you doing up
at this time?
- You woke me and half
the caravan site
playing your maudlin music.
You had me worried you'd
do something stupid.
- I'd be a bit more imaginative
than this.
I've not been sleeping,
that's all.
There's no point lying there.
It's fine, this is as
far as I'm going today.
- Right, so, walk away.
- Thank you Mrs. Cusack.
Nice to know you care.
- Me?
You're joking.
(phone buzzes)
(gentle music begins)
- What?
What?
(gentle music continues)
(toy clicks)
- Hey, hey, stop it.
Stop it.
- Why?
(message swoops)
- Okay, let's go, let's go.
- Wait, Fungie.
(gentle music continues)
Finn, what are you doing?
- Come on, Charlie.
You okay?
- Yep, I'm not afraid
of heights.
I'm just scared of hitting
the ground
after falling from heights.
- Well, don't look down
and keep hold.
Be careful, okay.
(gentle music continues)
Come on.
(gentle music continues)
- Hey, it's Julie from
I Make Cake.
Sorry to message you so early,
hope your phone's on silent.
Um...
- Shh.
Okay, come on.
(gentle music continues)
- [Dan] Well, I'm off then.
- Fine, then go.
Leave, Dan.
I mean you might as well.
You're never here anyway.
You are working nights,
so you don't even have
to be with us.
- I work nights because
I can't sleep.
I can't bloody stop, Jules.
Do you think I want that?
Any of this?
I'll be at me Mum's until
we sort something out.
- No, just.
- Tell Finn that I love
him and I'll...
- No, I'll tell you what,
you tell Finn,
because this is your
decision, it is not mine.
(Dan sighs)
But I'll tell you one thing.
He's staying with me, alright?
- [Dan] Alright.
- Well I'm taking Charlie.
(gentle music continues)
(train roars)
- You made me wear
the itchy coat.
- Oh well I was in a rush.
- How come?
Where are we even going?
I mean, you know you left
the window open.
Mum will know something's up.
She's always on at you
to let some air in
after you've done a massive
stench b*mb.
- Oh, shut up.
- No.
Not until you tell
me where we're going.
- Your favourite place,
all right.
Come on, just, just give
it a rest.
- My favourite place, what?
Kansas Fried Chicken?
Best day ever!
(Charlie mimics chicken)
(train bells)
- [Finn] Come on.
- [Charlie] Don't leave me!
Wait for me.
(gentle music)
Why are we getting on a train?
(PA Announcer indistinctly)
Manchester?
- [Finn] How much?
- What's in Manchester?
- Oh no, I won't have
enough money
for the coach and sail tickets
- Sail?
We're going on a boat.
Where to?
Ireland!
Oh, we're going to Grandad's.
No way after what he did.
Mum and Dad will go mental!
- Come on, we've got two minutes.
- Oh! Wait up!
What's going on, Finn?
- We just need to get
to Grandad's.
He'll know what to do.
- About what?
- Keeping us together.
(upbeat music continues)
(whistle shrieks)
(upbeat music continues)
- What's the story,
how's the form?
I said what's the story,
how's the form?
- Is that supposed to be Irish?
- Grandad'll cheer you up.
I mean, he's public enemy
number one, but he's gas.
When's high tide, have you
looked, give me your phone.
- Just chill! We've got
a long journey.
- What are the tablets for?
- Nothing.
- Stress face.
- Be there late afternoon,
high tide is at 7:00.
- Yes, bang in time for
The Fungie Show!
(Charlie whooshes)
(gentle music begins)
- [John] Watch me now,
okay, watch me now.
- [Dan] That was good.
That was good.
- [Julie] You still have it,
Dad.
You still have it.
(gentle music continues)
- [Finn] Let's see if I
can do that.
(gentle music continues)
- [Dan] Try that one, go on.
I want more than three.
- Hey Charlie!
Finn, come.
He's here!
- Fungie!
- Careful!
- [Onlooker] There he is!
- [John] Yes, yes, yes.
Charlie!
- Whoa!
- [John] See that?
- Go, Fungie!
- There he is.
(upbeat music continues)
(Charlie shouts)
- [John] Woo, Fungie!
- Get on the floor please.
Feet on the ground, please.
- I'm fine!
- Thank you. Thank you.
(upbeat music continues)
(cheers)
Wow, Go Fungie!
- [Dan] Look at him go.
- [Julie] Oh, he's gone now.
- [Dan] Fast, isn't he?
- [John] See that,
Charlie, what about that?
- [Charlie] Come on, Fungie!
- [John] He'll be back
tomorrow at high tide.
The ultimate showman,
our Fungie is.
He always delivers.
Come on.
- Come on.
(upbeat music continues)
- [Dan] Charlie!
- [Julie] Hey, you, you
little scamp, c'mon.
Come on.
(waves crash)
(gentle music continues)
(door knocks)
- [John] Ah, you b*stard.
All right, I'm coming.
- Still alive, so.
- I'm sorry to disappoint.
- Brought you these.
Sleeping tablets, all sorts.
- You are a drug dealer now,
Mrs. Cusack?
- They were his,
maybe they'll help.
- You are very good, but
Tom's dead five years.
- They're not f*cking
vegetables, you know.
They don't go off.
- I think they do.
- Suit yourself.
- All right, no, no.
Come on, I'll take them.
Thank you.
Let me get you a painting.
- I'd settle for last
month's rent.
Would you not run a cloth
over the kitchen at least.
- Thank you for looking in,
Mrs. Cusack.
- You can't keep on
blaming yourself, John.
- Oh, I can.
(train horn blares)
(hands slap)
(Charlie laughs)
- [Sasha] Teas,
coffees, light refreshments.
- Buy us a can of pop?
- And have you bouncing
off the walls?
Yes, sure.
- Come on, I've got a mouth as
dry as a moth sandwich here.
(Charlie gurgles)
- Teas, coffees,
light refreshments.
- What's your, what's your
cheapest drink?
- Bottle of water, 2.50.
- Daylight robbery.
- No thanks.
- [Sasha] Teas,
coffees, light refreshments.
(soda cracks)
Teas, coffees, snack.
- [Charlie] Mm!
(train whooshes)
(gentle music begins)
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the
city's backside
I watch the stars come
out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in
the hollow sky
You know it looks so
good tonight
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la-La
- Anybody here spare any change?
- I'll pay you to shut up.
- Look, I'm sorry for asking,
I'm just trying to raise
my fare home.
- Yeah, well literally
nobody has cash anymore.
You got a card reader?
No? Ah.
- Someone needs to put some
manners on you, you prick.
- Yeah, and somebody needs
to tell you to give up.
You're sh*t.
(upbeat music begins)
- You're grand.
(upbeat music continues)
I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
- Eh up, Trevor.
I ride through the
city's backside
I see the stars come
out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and
hollow sky
You know it looks so
good tonight
(upbeat music continues)
I sing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
- [Finn] Hey, come on!
- [Charlie] All right, chill
your boots, don't run so fast!
(upbeat music continues)
- Finn.
(door slams)
Finally, where have you been?
What took you so long?
- I was at work, Jules.
Can't just leave, can I?
- Right, Finn's not answering
my calls,
and he's mitched off school,
and he's taken all the
money outta the tin.
- Well what about his phone
tracker locator thing?
- Obviously I tried that,
and he's he's turned it off.
And Dan, he's taken Charlie.
- What?
- sh*t, sh*t.
- What is it, Finn?
- Nothing, stop bugging me.
(upbeat music continues)
- Freeze, immobulus!
- What are you doing?
- Getting your attention.
- Well look, we haven't
got enough money, okay,
for the coach, the ferry,
we can only afford
one bloody ticket.
- Okay, so what now?
How are we to get there?
- I don't know.
We've gotta get to Grandad's.
Everything's been sh*t
since they cut him off.
They can't stop us
seeing him, okay?
- What's going on, Finn?
- Dad's moving out and
mum's just letting him.
- They're breaking up?
- Yes they're breaking up,
but you know they can't
break us up too, okay?
Sorry.
(upbeat music continues)
- He's taken his rucksack
and some clothes.
Jesus. What's he playing at?
- Oh, bollocks.
Fungie's gone and all.
- What?
Do you think he heard
us last night?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
Did you hear anything
this morning?
- No, obviously not.
- Why'd you leave it so
late to call me?
He could be anywhere now.
- I didn't, I called you
as soon as I realized it.
Are you saying this is my fault?
- Oh, you didn't see
this coming?
- No, Dan, I didn't.
I was a little bit distracted
with you walking out on us.
Maybe that's why this happened.
So don't you dare blame
this on me.
(Julie sighs)
(phone beeps)
What?
- What?
- He's bought a ticket
to Ireland.
- Ireland?
- Yeah, my phone is still
linked to his account.
Look, it's Coach and Sail.
- Right, have a look,
see where he got it.
- Hang on, I'm looking. I just.
Manchester.
(dramatic music continues)
- He could be halfway to
Holyhead by now, couldn't he?
- Then we need to go.
We need to, we need
to follow him.
- Right, find out when
the next ferry leaves.
- Yeah.
- You need to call your dad.
(dramatic music continues)
(phone rings)
(John snores)
- Now, go on, don't be shy.
Loads of space down the back.
Just leave the front
ones free there, yeah?
Hello, lovely. How are you?
Let me have a looky here.
Esther. That's a lovely name.
Happy Esther to you.
- Thank you.
- We're off to the land
of legends, Esther.
How's it going, boy joy?
- Good, thanks.
- You on your own?
- Yeah, just me.
- Just you?
You must have had too close
a shave this morning, buddy.
I'm gonna have to get ID
off you, if you don't mind?
- Yeah, I got it somewhere.
- Somewhere.
Right, can you step forward,
please, while he's looking.
How's it going, bud?
You alright?
Let me have a quick look.
(scanner beeps)
Boom, you're on.
Look at that. That was simple.
- I'm, I'm nearly 16.
I, I need to get to
Ireland, it's an emergency.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, look.
Look, no offense.
I've seen bigger men on
wedding cakes.
I, I can't let you on without
any written permission.
Protocol. Sorry, bud.
- What does it matter
what it's written on?
- Well, it has to be from
a parent
or responsible adult, you know.
- Yeah, you're looking at one.
- Sorry. Yeah, I mean, like...
Well, you know what I mean.
Do you even know this fella?
- Yeah. We're practically, like-
- Practically like what?
Come here, step aside for a sec.
- Come on, paper? Anything?
- Look at these chancers.
Come on, let's see your
tickets, please.
Do you know what does
this to me.
When I'm hungover, I throw
it across the road, I do.
- Turn around.
- Hold on.
- Now, something like,
"I agree to chaperone"-
- Oh, Paris Fashion Week
over here.
Look at this jacket, I love it.
I mean that as a compliment.
I couldn't wear that-
- Name!
- Finn Tompkins. With a P.
- Finn Tompkins.
- The Viking.
What's going on, bud?
- Over to Ireland.
Signed, Kait Brady.
Friend stroke minder.
How's that?
- Just roll out the red
carpet, lads, she's here.
Oh Jaysus, what's this?
That's, that's not a
legally-binding document, is it?
- Oh, come one.
You never been in a
spot of bother yourself?
- Well, yeah, but-
- Go on. He'll be good.
You'll be good.
- Oh Jaysus, what are youse
doing to me?
You know, you've enough cheek,
the pair of youse,
for a new arse.
You know that? Go on. Get on.
Be good, be good.
Wait, where are you,
you can bring that on
with you, you mad thing.
- Oh, no, I'll put it
in the hold.
- Alright.
- [Kait] I've counted it all.
- What's that?
- Just trust me.
- What am I gonna
do with all that?
- Ultimate hero.
Thanks, man.
- Ultimate hero?
More like bleedin' dope.
- Hey, hey, come on.
(upbeat music)
Careful. For emergencies.
- Oi.
(Finn gasps)
Oh, he's alive!
Come on, are you
getting on or what?
Let's go. Chop-chop.
(Ben singing quietly)
- [Julie] Jesus, Dad,
what are you doing?
His phone must be dead.
I swear to God, if he's had
anything to do with this.
- No, he wouldn't,
he's not that stupid.
(Julie scoffs)
- Right.
Um, okay, there's a
ferry in about an hour,
and then there's another
one at two.
- Where's the satnav gone,
Jules?
- Oh, sh*t. Sorry, hang on.
- Is there a left coming up now?
- I don't know. You're the one that's driving, you know.
- Yeah, I know, but your
phone's linked to the car,
and I kind of need your help.
- All right, well, just
don't go mad at me, alright?
I'm trying to sort it.
- I'm not going mad, am I?
I just need to know, for
sure exactly where I'm going.
It's your phone that's
connected to it.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
See, it's the next one,
actually, so.
- [Dan] Thank you very much.
Helpful. Thank you.
- Mmm, relax, will you.
- Yeah, dead relaxed.
(Julie exhales)
(mellow music)
- [Kait] My Dad opened the
door, holding a baby.
Nearly died.
Okay, I know it was stupid,
I just I thought he'd want
to see me, that's all.
(mellow music continues)
Too broke to fly?
You.
- Sorry?
- No-one does the Coach and
Sail unless they have to.
- Hmm.
- Have you family
over in Ireland?
Whereabouts?
- Um, Dingle.
- Jesus, that's like the
other end of the country.
You're on a bit of a hike.
- Yeah, 500 miles.
Roughly, yeah.
You're Irish? Course you are.
Um, what were you
doing in England?
- I just went to see my Dad.
In Nottingham. Do you know it?
- Yeah, my Mum went to
college there.
- [Kait] Oh, no way.
- Yeah.
But then she had me, and,
um, traveled around a bit.
My Dad was a medic in the army.
And we ended up in Sheffield.
- Cool.
Some good music
out of Sheffield.
Some.
- Um, I love your voice.
I mean, I like, I like,
you know, your voice.
Um, when did you start playing?
- My Dad got me my
ukulele when I was a kid.
He was in a band back then.
Feckin' music teacher now,
sell-out.
But it's kept me going lately.
Paid for my food, my travel.
Comfy aul' pillow.
I'd be lost without it.
What are you sketching?
- Nothing.
- Okay.
Well, see you on the other side?
- See ya.
(ukulele plays)
Brand new pair of brogues
Rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs
on the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn
her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin
Whack fol lol le rah
Me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and
saw I was a hobblin'
With a lo and hurray,
they joined in the affray
Quickly cleared the way for
the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol lol de rah
Hunt the hare and turn
her down the rocky road
All the way to Dublin
Whack fol lol de rah
(audience applauding
and cheering)
- Oh, thanks.
- Slainte.
Wait. What did I tell ya?
Let it settle.
You'll never forget your first.
- I always imagined this being
a father-son moment, John.
- Well, you can pay
for it, if you want.
- [Julie] Dad.
- Hey, Julie, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on.
- Oh, no, please.
- Come on.
- Chill out.
Go and have a dance.
- Come on!
(lively music)
Come on!
- Charlie, yes! Oh my God!
- [Julie] There he goes!
There he goes!
(upbeat music)
(audience applauding
and cheering)
(upbeat music)
(music ends)
(bus engine rumbles)
- Yeah.
- Alright, lads.
(dog barking)
Whoa.
Everything alright, lads, yeah?
(dog barking)
- Just routine, yeah.
- Yeah.
Are youse gonna look.
You can, you can check, er,
the luggage compartment
if youse want.
(dog barking)
- He seems to be barking at you.
- Well, I, I don't...
Oh, do you know what...
I, I have a chicken
fillet roll, is it that?
He's licking his lips, look.
(Ben laughs)
Is it that?
It must be.
- Come on.
- Alright, go on.
Cheers, lads. Thanks.
Give him a feed.
(Charlie exhales)
(bus engine starts)
(mellow music)
(seatbelt unlocks)
- Er, excuse me,
we haven't stopped.
Can you keep your belt on,
please?
- It was strangling me.
- Yeah, well, I'll bloody
strangle you in a minute.
(Julie chuckles)
- See, you're stressing
your Dad out.
What did I tell you?
You have to wait until
we stop, Charlie.
- Uh-oh, Grandad's got
a new project.
- Wow.
- Oh my God.
He's gonna rope youse
all into that.
- C'mon.
(John laughs)
Look at ya.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Grandad!
- Grandad!
- [Julie] Hiya, Dad.
- Look, the monsters are back.
Hey.
- How are you, Dad?
- I'm good.
What do you think?
- Wow.
- She's an absolute beauty, right?
And a bargain, too.
- You mean you paid
for this thing?
- Have you had a stroke, John?
- She needs love,
but if the lads don't
mind giving me a hand.
- [Kids] Yeah. Yeah.
(John laughs)
- Where's Nana?
- Er, Nana had to
go away for a bit.
- She isn't dead, is she?
- God, no.
Just a change of scene,
that's all.
- I'll head over and
see her later.
- Okay.
- Head where?
I wanna see Nana.
- I know you do, pal,
but your mother needs
to see her first.
- They have to be careful
letting kids visit care homes.
Those aul' ones,
they feed on young flesh!
(John laughs)
Now, the, the hotel is ready,
and the junior suites are
ready for the younger guests.
So, come on.
- Race you there.
(Charlie breathes heavily)
C'mon.
(ferry horn blows)
Wow, we made it.
(Charlie squeals)
Whoo!
Come on!
We're moving!
Whoooo!
(Finn chuckles)
- [Charlie] Hey.
- Here, take that.
Hey, I'm in front of ya.
I'm first.
- Not for long.
(both chuckle)
- I won.
- No!
- Woo!
Unlucky. Better luck next time.
- [Charlie] I'll beat
you next time.
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
(seagulls squawking)
(mellow music)
- This reminds me of the time
I was over in Portsmouth.
- Did your Grandad ever tell you
that he once worked
in a boatyard?
- Shut your face, you.
It was hard graft.
I still have the scars.
- Yeah, from cracking on
with the boss's daughter
and getting caught.
- [Finn] Urgh.
- There was also that.
- Right, go on then,
give it a go.
- Really, already?
- Yep. I reckon I'm done here.
- Okay.
(boat sputtering)
No, hold on.
(Dan mutters)
- [Dan] Yeah, go again.
It's been a while.
(boat sputtering)
- Better stick to ambulances,
Dad.
(John chuckles)
- Bollocks a minute.
John, will you please go again.
(John and Finn laughs)
- Lads, would you not
just move here?
- Oh, here we go.
- Well, Julie'd be home
in a heartbeat.
And the lads love it here,
right?
- [Both] Yeah.
- Yeah.
- I know.
That's why they're here
every holiday, John.
- [John] Well, have you
asked them?
- No, I haven't.
Right, I'm gonna get changed
before we go and visit Nana.
I'm covered in oil.
(seagulls squawking)
- Now, look, Nana might
not recognize you, okay?
But she, she still loves you.
- I know, she forgets stuff
'cause she's demented.
- Yeah.
- Turn.
There you go.
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
Good job.
Oh, hiya.
- This is the wonderful Liv,
who's one of the people
who looks after Nana.
- Hiya.
And get this,
she's got all the moves.
I can't keep up.
Molly, love, looks who's
come to steal you away.
- Little bollix.
- Yes. That's it.
That's right, isn't it?
It's Charlie, your grandson.
The little bollix.
- Course she remembers that.
(upbeat music)
(people shouting indistinctly)
- Free food.
I'm starving.
- Hey, fool.
Better get to the bar.
I'll have a lager, mate.
(ukulele plays)
Here y'are.
Your pants are falling
down, though.
No-one wants to see that.
(laughing)
You alright, mate?
You hungry, are ya?
Is that your breakfast, Marco?
You done with that?
No.
- Sorry, I just, I just, er,
I, I thought-
- He's not done with that.
You started now, you
might as well finish it.
Go on, down it with that.
Finish it, go on.
- Alright, leave him alone.
He didn't know that
it wasn't finished.
To be fair, you guys
have been running around
for, like, an hour.
- And who is this? Your missus?
- Look, can you not
stay out of trouble
for, like, five minutes?
- I tell you what, right.
I'll let him off if you
give me a kiss.
- Are you joking me?
I'd rather lick the floor.
- Ha ha ha.
- Yeah, it's so funny.
- What you got here,
a m*dget guitar?
- It's a ukulele.
- Look at that, lads.
- What is wrong with you?
Right, stop. No,
you're gonna break it.
That's not funny. Stop!
- No, I'm not.
- Hey, please.
Why are you being
you such a d*ck?
- I'm not doing anything wrong.
(phone thuds)
Oops.
(Ollie laughs)
- Who dropped you on
your head as a baby?
The feck is wrong with you?
- [Ollie] Alright, you got
them drinks in yet or what?
(men shouting indistinctly)
- Goal!
It's okay. Dry your eyes.
You needed a new phone anyway.
- Yeah, but, it had our
ticket on it.
Our route.
How are we supposed to get
there or, or call Grandad?
- We'll be fine.
I mean, he'll be happy to
see us whenever we get there.
I mean, me mainly, 'cause
you're zero craic these days.
(claps hands)
Let's get matching
tattoos while we're there.
I'm thinking Fungie on my bum.
- You already got a
Fungie on your arse.
- Actually, it's Fungi.
Unlike you,
'cause you're not a fun guy.
You get it? 'Cause,
'cause you said Fun-
- Yeah, I get it. I get it.
- Okay.
(upbeat music)
Go. Go in the toilet, go.
(Ben scoffs)
- You alright there, horse?
You a bit keen to get on,
were you?
- Yeah, just, er, wanted
to get a move on.
- Well, look, we all do.
Alright, but I have to let
the truck drivers off first.
Otherwise they lose all reason.
Don't worry, I'll drive
it like I stole it.
We'll pass 'em on the quays,
alright.
Right, let's go.
All aboard, folks.
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
Black. Yeah, one.
Oh jeez, what are you packing?
This is as far as we go now,
horse.
Go in there, go in there
and check the boards
for a connection, yeah?
And just give your
ticket to the driver.
- Okay.
- You'll be grand.
Relax the kacks.
What's next? Blue, yeah?
There you go.
Help yourselves, there,
lads, yeah.
Bend your knees, mind your back.
Holy God.
Jesus, who owns that?
The color of that.
You won't lose that, anyway.
- Give it a minute,
it'll come up in English.
We just like messing with ya.
Bit of payback for the
whole Eight Hundred Years,
Colonial Rule.
Look, I'm sorry about
your phone.
You can use mine if you'd like.
- No, thanks.
- Doesn't look like there's
a bus all the way to Dingle.
- What?
- Ardan ceathair.
Bay number 10 to Tralee.
And then you'll have to change.
Well, listen. Any problems,
just ask.
You're in Ireland.
Going out of our way
to help tourists
is kind of our superpower, so.
Okay. Well, see ya.
Mind yourself.
- I can't let you on
without a valid ticket.
Go to the desk!
Explain to them.
Maybe they will replace it.
- How long have I got?
- We leave at half past.
Six minutes.
- Six minutes?
- [Bus Driver] There is
another bus later.
- I need to get on this one.
- Then stop talking. Go!
(energetic music)
- Hey, look.
Stay here, okay?
Okay?
- And I don't need to change?
- God no, they're direct!
- Oh!
You used to have to
change at Longford.
Took the guts of a
day to get home.
- When would you be
looking to travel?
- Ah, no rush at all.
- Excuse me, what time
is the bus to Tralee?
- Himself has an appointment
at The Mater this day next week.
We can head up then-
- Sorry,
my phone broke and has
got my ticket on it.
My bus is about to go out.
I need to get a new one.
- I leave it for now,
you look after this young fella.
- Sorry. Thank you.
- Ah, yeah, you walk
away there, pal, yeah.
We're just gonna hang
around for you, will we?
Not like any of us has
anywhere to go.
- Can I get a new ticket?
(energetic music)
Charlie? Charl-
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie?
Charlie!
(footsteps thudding)
(Finn panting)
Charlie!
(bus engine whirring)
Charlie!
- Finn? Finn!
- Charlie!
Charlie!
Charlie!
- [Kait] Finn, wait! Finn!
Hold on.
Finn, stop, there'll
be other buses.
You're fine!
- You don't understand!
My little brother's on
there, my little brother!
- What? Slow down.
- I smuggled him on
at Manchester.
He was in the hold and
now he's on there.
- The hold?
What are you, a feckin'
people trafficker?
Okay, Finn, it's fine.
We'll get your brother back.
I think we should
call the Guards.
- No, no, no, no,
no police, okay?
They'll just send us back.
- Back where?
Did you run away?
Something happened?
Is it your Mum?
Dad?
Both?
Jesus, it's always the parents.
Well, do you want to call them?
- No. No!
- Finn, you have to
call someone!
(seagulls cawing)
(waves crashing)
- [Mrs. Cusack] Does
anyone still buy these?
- It has been a slow year.
(clears throat)
- You need to phone
your daughter,
she's been leaving
messages on the machine,
and your grandson called.
- Finn? Is he okay?
What did he say?
- I, I couldn't really make
him out, he was up to ninety.
But I took notes, I (laughing)
Would you credit it?
No one speaks to you for months,
and then it's all now, er...
"Collect Charlie from
the station in Tralee."
- What are you on about, woman?
- I don't fecking know.
I'm telling you what he said.
He said he lost Charlie.
- What the f*ck?
(car engine whirring)
(phone ringing)
- It's my Dad. sh*t.
- Do you want me
to speak to him?
- Uh, no.
Hey, thanks for calling me back.
No, not really.
So, you haven't heard
from Finn, have you?
Yeah? Oh, thank God-
- What, he has?
- Yeah.
Finn called the caravan park.
- Oh, what's he saying?
- So.
- He's all right?
- Yeah-
- Ask your dad if he's all right!
- Sorry, sorry, I've got
Dan in me ears.
And so go on.
How, how, how is he?
How did he sound?
Right...
Oh, he spoke to Mrs Cusack.
He's already in Ireland?!
- Oh God!
- What?!
- What, what, what, what?
- How has he,
how has he lost him?
Where did he lose him?
- Oh my God!
- Jesus Christ!
- Right, I'm coming off.
- Okay, and, well, we were
on the way to Holyhead.
- If he, if he speaks to
him again, just tell him
to stay exactly where he is.
- [Julie] Er, just,
er, put the phone down,
and I'll, I'll see if we can
get a flight or something.
- Just call me when you land.
- [Julie] Yeah, it'd be
Manchester, would it?
- Yeah.
- [Julie] Yeah, okay. Eh.
(line beeps)
(phone thuds)
(gentle tense music)
(blinds clattering)
(seagulls cawing)
(waves crashing)
- So Finn, any girls on
the go back home?
Or boys or anything?
- (laughing) Grandad!
- What? I'm only asking you.
You, you, you're hot!
You're soulful, you're artistic.
You can take your pick.
- Finished, I think.
- Can I see?
Oh yeah! (laughing)
I like that!
Check me out!
Am I really that handsome?
(Finn laughs)
I suppose, I am. (laughing)
(children yelling)
- [Children] Help! Help!
Help! Help!
- Help! He can't breathe!
- Help! He can't breathe!
(children yelling)
- Charlie!
Your puffer, huh?
You got it? Which pocket?
Have you got it?
Have you got it?
- Where's his thing?
Where's his-
- Dad!
- Where's your inhaler, son?
- Dad! Okay, just try to keep-
- [John] Has he not
got his thing?
- Dad, he hasn't got
his inhaler!
- He hasn't?
- No.
- Okay. Don't worry.
Into your nose,
nice slow breaths in
through your nose,
out through your mouth.
There you go.
(Charlie inhaling)
I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you, kid.
- Keep his head up.
- All right, John,
leave him a minute.
(Charlie mutters)
- All right, nice, nice slow
breaths in through your nose,
out through your,
you're gonna be fine.
In through your nose.
Out through your mouth.
You alright?
- [John] Just breathe, son.
- I've got his spare thing.
- Thank you.
Okay, big, big breath in.
One big breath in.
Hold, mate, and hold.
(Charlie inhales)
Hold it.
One, two, three.
Yeah, one more for luck, kid.
One more for luck. (mutters)
(Charlie inhales)
- [Julie] There we are.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Jeez, what were
you doing, Charlie?
You can't just take
off like that.
- I was trying to blow
up the dinghy.
It's high-tide.
I wanted to see Fungie.
- All right, kid,
save your puff.
- I'm useless.
I can't do anything.
- Ah, nonsense.
You're the most remarkable
boy I've ever met.
You wanna take a good
look at Fungie, yeah?
(gentle music)
All right, son.
- [Dan] Yeah, you're good,
you're good portside.
- [Julie] Yeah.
- [Dan] You've got
about a meter.
Good, John, you're doing good.
- Into the shed of
no return, huh?
- Okay! That's good!
Stop there, John.
(Dan claps)
Top job.
- Thanks, love!
- If we get it fixed
up properly,
we could take her to sea and see
what we can see see see.
- [Charlie] Yes.
Fungie, Fungie, Fungie!
(John laughs)
- I dunno, John.
It's a big bloody job.
- Me and the boys will
get her ship shape.
Won't we?
- Yeah!
- Yeah, we could just
go for a walk...
- Yeah...
- To the pub.
- Right, fine, work away!
- [Charlie] Really?!
(Julie laughs)
- Right.
Now, Grandad's boss.
- Yeah, Grandad's in charge!
- Yeah!
- Yes!
- Hey.
Ah!
(upbeat music)
(radio chattering)
- Don't tell me you have
the poor shams
doing your dirty work for you?
(John laughs)
- We're fixing her up,
Mrs. Cusack,
to go see the dolphin!
- In that?
- Yes!
- God have mercy on us. (laughs)
(John laughs)
- Hey Finn, you see, what
I didn't tell your dad
was that if you don't do this,
(dial clicks)
nothing happens.
(John laughs)
- Good on you, Grandad.
- Boys! will we give her a lash?
- [Charlie] Yes!
- [Finn] Yeah!
- Yes! Right!
Are you ready?
(engine sputtering)
(engine revving)
But today
(all cheering and laughing)
I don't want
- [Charlie] Come on!
- [John] Yes, yes, yes!
To be anything else
- We're outta here!
- Good on you, Grandad!
- Beauty!
But myself
- Yes!
Today I'm a little bit
of all these things
There's a little bit of
all these things in me
I've got them here
- Voicemail again.
In my hand
- Don't stress.
I'm lightning
Mum's probably just stuck
Bird, wind
In traffic this time of day.
(horn beeping)
River man
- 'Story?
What's the craic?
Oh my god! The state of you!
Do they not have shampoo
over the water?
- Says you, you bogger.
- I'm after mucking out stables.
What's your excuse?
(bell dinging)
- Where's my Mum, Tomo?
- Get over here before they clamp me!
- [Kait] Come on.
(seagulls cawing)
- Ah, go on.
- Dingle, me-hole, you chancer.
- Please, Tomo.
He needs to get there.
- Yeah, and I need to
get this one back.
He's a big boy,
stick him on a bus.
- I'm not leaving
him on his own.
Please!
Come on, for me, for the craic?
- Away and shite, Kait.
Right, I'm taking you home.
Talk to your Mum.
Dingle!
(uplifting music)
Right, Jethro, Dingle, Dingle.
(laughs) Get in the car!
(door thuds)
(uplifting music)
- So, how come you're home then?
Ah, you missed me, didn't ya.
- Ugh, that's right Tomo.
(Tomo laughs)
I missed that bang of manure
and you chatting shite.
(Tomo and Kait laugh)
Eyes on the road, you dope.
Don't worry, Finn.
I'll guilt my Mum.
She'll drive us.
- Ah, yeah.
I'm sure it'll be grand.
Sure, she's well over you
leaving her in the sh*t
and busking your
way to England...
...waiting to be discovered.
(laughs)
Fair play.
I've never seen her that angry.
So, did you have fun over there?
- You jealous?
Saw my dad.
- Go away!
Are you serious?
How was that?
- Savage, yeah.
We had a blast.
His partner's really sound.
- Oh wow!
Oh, you must really hate her.
- They just had a baby.
- Jesus, Kait!
Did you know?
- I surprised him,
he surprised me.
- And you're okay with that?
- Sure.
(uplifting music)
I have a baby brother.
(uplifting music continues)
(commentators chattering)
- What are you looking at?
This is expensive content, boy.
Pay-per-view.
Do you think you can
watch it for free?
Sneaky little rats like you
need to pay tax for this sh*t.
Let's see what you've got.
Empty your pockets.
(Oisin chuckles)
(Charlie inhales)
(uplifting music continues)
- Got it!
(gate clanking)
(horse neighs)
(birds chirping)
Ah, come on!
Work, you bollix!
Bleeding gate.
- I'm not doing it.
(Tomo laughs)
- Ah!
- Hey, you nodded off.
Tomo has that effect.
- Child locks?
- 'Cause you're a child.
(door thuds)
- Do you live here?
- Mum runs a riding school.
Horses need space.
- We'll be going soon, yeah?
(horses neigh)
Sorry.
- It's fine.
I'm not for staying long either.
- Kaitlyn!
(tense music)
Come over here, now!
Now!
- [Kait] sh*t...
- Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn!
- It's not good...
- I'm speaking to you!
- Get in the car.
Get in the car!
- [Emer] Do not get
in that jeep, Kaitlyn!
Do not get in that Jeep!
- Hey, get outta the car!
(energetic music)
You've Jethro in there!
- [Finn] What are you doing?
- Taking you to Dingle.
(engine revving)
- Can you even drive?
- Kaitlyn!
- I'm a culchie.
I've been driving since
I was, like, twelve.
I just never got my license.
Oh God. Oh God.
Belt on!
- [Emer] Kaitlyn!
- Come on, do you wanna get there or not?!
Come on!
- [Tomo] What are you doing?
- Kaitlyn!
- Let's go!
- Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn!
(horse cantering)
Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn!
The horse, Kaitlyn!
- Kaitlyn!
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Go away!
sh*t, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Relax. I'm done, okay?
Here, hold that.
Try not to get us lost.
Mum just wants this back,
Jethro, and,
surprised she even
noticed I'd gone.
She only has time for horses
and other people's kids.
Sorry, you don't want
hear my shite.
- It's okay.
I mean, you're pretty
much mixed up in my...
Mixed up in mine...
- I know.
So what's he like then?
Your brother?
- He's hard work.
Charlie's just Charlie.
Grandad reckons they
broke the mold with him.
(Kait chuckles)
- Sounds gas.
- Yeah, he is.
(uplifting music)
(John chattering)
- Ain't no, doing nothing,
nothing.
No... I'm not doing it!
(Finn laughs)
- [John] All right!
- Ugh! You're cheating!
- [John] Hey, the pair of you!
- [Finn] Ow, that was
a good one.
- [Julie] So, you got your
sandwiches, the crisps,
the water?
Everything? Yeah?
- Yup.
We have it all.
- [Charlie] Come on, let's go!
- Are you sitting down properly?
- [Charlie] Yes!
- Let me see.
Thank you.
Listen, good listening today.
Yeah? And behave.
- Okay.
Why does everything you
say sound like a threat?
- (laughs) Hey, look,
just around the harbor
and back, Dad, you know?
- Yeah, I'll manage.
You enjoy your dinner.
- Make the bed after!
- [Dan] Oh, Jesus.
- What did I-
- Oh, and feel free to
discuss that other thing,
you know?
- [Dan] Yeah, all right,
John, good one.
- Work your magic, sweetheart.
- I'll do me best.
- Come on! Come on!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
- Right, who wants to
see a dolphin?!
- [Finn] Me!
- [Charlie] Yeah, see Fungie!
- [John] Yo!
- See you later!
- [Charlie] Bye!
- Be good.
- [Dan] You'll do your best,
will you?
- Yeah, well. (sighs)
Oh God, it's gorgeous here.
- Stunning.
- Mm.
- Not a chance.
- Not even a little bit?
- Mm-hmm.
- Big meanie.
You love it here. Go on.
- Oh, I do. I love it here.
Every, say, three to
four months.
(plane engine revving)
(people chattering)
- [Announcer] We are
now commencing boarding-
- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.
- For flight 8932 to Cork.
- Right, that's us.
We better go now.
- No, don't rush, don't
rush, there's no point.
We're not priority boarding, so.
- [Dan] Okay.
- [Announcer] That's priority
passengers,
and those requiring special
assistance, to begin boarding.
Thank you.
- Charlie'd be having
none of that, would he?
Sitting at the back. (chuckles)
- God, can you imagine?
He'd be there now, demanding
to sit near the c*ck,
"Just in case both pilots have
the shits at the same time".
(Julie chuckles)
- The thought of him
landing a plane, Jesus...
(people chattering)
Listen, I'm sorry for
eating the head off you.
- You're all right.
I had it coming, didn't I.
Is this payback, is it?
- Yeah, it's horrible, isn't it?
- Oh, it's absolute muck.
But you still got it for me.
- Yeah, to keep you awake.
You've got a long drive
on the other side.
- Oh, so I'm driving then, am I?
- Yeah, of course you are, Dan.
You wouldn't have
it any other way.
- [Dan] I just don't
like being driven, Jules.
- Oh, I know. I know.
(dramatic music)
(seagulls squawking)
(engine humming)
- Grandad, do you
ever get lonely,
- You know, now and then,
but I keep busy, you know.
That's the thing.
You?
- Sometimes.
But I've got numbnuts here.
(John laughing)
- Yeah.
- Do you miss Nana?
- Charlie.
- I do, son. Thanks for asking.
But you know,
I still get to visit her
and sit with her, hold her.
It's nice.
- Mmm.
Will she ever get better?
- No.
Nana's not getting better.
But she still has her
moments, right?
We just have to savor them.
- (softly) Mmm.
She would've loved this.
- Oh,
she absolutely would.
(dramatic music continues)
Hold on.
Quick detour.
(cheerful music)
(engine rumbling)
(tires crunching)
Right.
I won't be long.
(cheerful music continues)
- Why are we here?
Doesn't Nana live here?
Maybe he needs a wee or worse.
I think he might have the runs.
You can hear everything
in that caravan.
(imitates flatulence)
(cheerful music continues)
Flick, flick, flick,
flick, flick.
Got your nose.
- And mind the step here.
- Hey.
- What?
- Your chariot awaits you.
- Ah.
Gangsta.
- [Molly] Are we driving?
- [John] Yeah, we are.
There you go.
- Nana.
- Hi, Nana.
- Charlie will help
with the seatbelt.
- Hi, Nana.
- Hi, Nana.
- Good man.
- How you doing?
The seat belt's just there.
- Right?
Let's get out of here.
(engine cranking)
- Woo.
(cheerful music continues)
(horse neighing)
- Easy boy.
All right, Jethro.
Hold on.
We won't be long.
(cheerful music ends)
- [Kait] Listen, we might
have to stop
and let him stretch his
legs real quick.
Do you mind?
- Should we get some fuel too?
- No, we have loads.
We're, we're grand.
What?
- Nothing.
Just, my dad never let
to go below half.
- Well, your dad's
obviously weird.
Below half?
How the f*ck did you
ever get outta Sheffield?
Like, what?
- We don't anymore.
- Jesus Christ.
(seagulls squawking)
- Come on, Fungie.
- Yeah.
All right.
- Woo.
Ah.
Come on, Fungie.
(engine rumbling)
(gentle music)
- Come here to me.
- Come on, Fungie.
- You look beautiful.
- All right.
There you go.
- [Finn] All right.
Oh, you got bigger one. Look.
(gentle music continues)
(Molly chuckles)
- This is the life.
(John laughing)
- Would you like a wee dram of that?
- I would?
- Drink a wee drop of that.
There you go.
(Molly coughing)
Oh no.
Do you not like that?
- I do.
- All right. Okay.
- Where is he?
(engine rumbling)
(gentle music continues)
Oh, is that him? It's
him, it's him, it's him,
it's him, it's him.
Oh, no. It's a seal.
- Let's have a look.
- It's a seal.
- Oh my God, yeah. It's a seal.
- But it's not Fungie.
Right, let's see if I
can find Fungie.
- Oh, Nana, Nana, Nana,
Nana, Nana, Nana, come back.
- Oh, Nana.
- Like I said-
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa. Slippy.
- No, no. Come back.
Back away from the side, Nana.
You just sit there.
Look, you sit with me.
Hold my hands.
There you go.
- [Molly] Are we getting
ice cream?
- You'll get plenty
of ice cream.
Don't you worry about it.
- Good.
- [John] Come on. Why don't
you have a go on the wheel.
- Can I?
- Come on.
- Come on!
- Oh, there's nothing to it.
Come on.
(both laughing)
There you go. You got it.
- Am I the captain now?
- You are the captain.
Keep her steady. That's it.
- Yeah.
- We're not supposed
to be out here.
- Why?
- I promised Julie that we
wouldn't go out with a harbor,
but we're all right.
We're only a wee bit out.
- All right.
Parry, repost.
(Charlie grunting)
- Look at that?
- Surrender
(both chuckling)
or die.
Have you seen 'em happier?
It's good, huh?
(gentle music continues)
(engine rumbling)
- Fungie should be here
somewhere, you know?
- I feel sick.
- How bad on a scale
of one to 10?
- Seven. And this is tight.
- Grandad.
- Yeah.
- Charlie's not feeling
too well.
- Oh.
Ah, do you want me
to turn around?
- I wanna see Fungie.
- Okay.
Keep your eye on the
horizon, Charlie.
Just fix on the horizon.
- Lads,
there he is.
Look.
- Oh Fungie.
- Look.
- He came to see us.
Nana, look.
- See him.
- We found him.
- Didn't I tell you?
(John laughs)
Look at that.
Finn, hang on to Nana.
- What is it?
- Nana, look. It's Fungie.
Fungie's here.
(screaming)
- Careful, Charlie.
- I knew he'd come.
Fungie!
Oh my God, it's Fungie.
(gentle music continues)
(fuel nozzle clicks)
(fuel cap rattling)
(cover bangs)
(horse neighing)
- We'll get you home soon
then we'll get you
back to mammy.
- Hello.
(horse neighs)
- Just give him a few more
minutes to stretch his legs
and then he should
be good to go.
Have you any pets at home?
- Er... not anymore.
Charlie had a few,
rabbits and gerbils and ferrets.
(horse neighs)
- Wow. An actual petting zoo.
- The male gerbil turned
out to be female
and ate all the others.
- Stop.
- Yeah, it was carnage.
Charlie was all traumatized.
- Oh, little man.
- Well, he played the
whole, "My gerbil's died.
Can I have a pet puppy?"
He was in and outta hospital
a lot when he was younger.
You know, he learned
how to milk it.
- Fair play.
I got an Elsa wand when
my parents divorced.
I should have asked
for a puppy, damn.
Listen, could you
get the diesel?
I've literally nothing on me.
- Well, I've only got
English money.
- Oh. Well, good luck with that.
- Are you being serious?
We need to leave.
- I know.
- But my little,
my little brother.
- All right, Finn.
I'm trying. Okay.
I don't have to be here.
- What are we gonna do?
I've already put some in.
(gentle music)
(people chattering)
- There's people.
(engine rumbling)
(brakes squeaking)
- I can't sing.
- Can you stand there
and look pretty?
Give that a go.
- Hi, everyone.
I'm just gonna sing
you a little song.
Well, we know where
we're going
But we don't know
where we've been
And we know what
we're knowing
But we can't say
what we've seen
And we are not
little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
(upbeat strumming)
We are on the road
to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
Feeling okay this morning
And you know
We're on the ride
to paradise
Here we go
Here we go
(people cheering)
There's a city in my mind
Come along and take
that ride
And it's all right
Baby, it's all right
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right
Baby, it's all right
And would you like
to come along
You can help me
sing that song
And it's all right
Baby, it's all right
And they'll tell you
what to do
And they'll make
a fool of you
And it's all right
Baby, it's all right
We're on the road to nowhere
Hey
- [Finn] Hey
(people cheering)
We are on the road
to nowhere
Hey
Hey
We are on road to nowhere
(engine pops and rumbles)
- sh*t. No.
What?
No, no, no.
(engine rumbling)
(engine cranking)
No, no. Come on.
- What's wrong?
- I dunno. It just cut out.
You did a diesel in it?
- Yeah, I think.
- You think?
- Like you told me, it's
a diesel engine isn't it?
- Yeah.
Everything's diesel
in Ireland, this old.
(cover pops)
(latch clicking)
(door banging)
(wind blowing)
(cover bangs)
- sh*t.
(feet shuffling)
(latch clicking)
(door banging)
Bollocks!
(Finn groans)
We're so close, like.
- How close?
- Like, go over that great lump.
I could try flagging
someone down.
Oh, don't go quiet on me, Finn.
It makes me nervous.
I said I'd get you
there and I will.
(somber music)
- Why do you think your mum
and dad made this appointment?
- I don't know.
- No idea.
- Have they reason
to be concerned?
- Maybe.
(Charlie imitates flatulence)
- Finn!
- Do you feel responsible
for your brother, Finn?
- Him, responsible?
You are having a laugh?
(Charlie snorts)
(somber music)
(hooves trotting)
(Kait singing softly)
And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the one
who walks
1,000 miles
(hooves trotting)
- You alright?
- Yeah.
(somber music)
(wind blowing)
(somber music continues)
(hooves clomping)
(wind blowing)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(engine rumbling)
- Finn, come here to me.
I'll show you how to drive.
It's not complicated. Come on.
Come here.
That's neutral. That's drive.
And if you want to give
it a bit of a kick,
you go like that.
(engine rumbling)
(Charlie screaming)
- Charlie. Charlie.
- No, no, no, no.
- Charlie. Charlie.
(water splashing)
- Finn.
(Finn panting)
Oh God.
Finn.
- Look.
- Do you see him?
(somber music)
- No, no, no, no, no.
(somber music continues)
Oh God.
Come on now. Come here to me.
Well done, son, well done.
- Poor Charlie.
- Oh, poor Charlie.
Charlie, Charlie.
Come here now to me.
Give him to me.
I have him.
Here, here, here.
(somber music continues)
(John grunting)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(hooves trotting)
(somber music continues)
(hooves trotting)
- Er, this one.
- Good boy, Jethro.
You good to hop down?
- No.
- You got it.
Very good.
(Kait grunting)
I'm gonna be here.
I want you to know that, okay.
- What are ya?
Couple of cowboys.
- All right if I park him here?
- Sure. Yeah.
You're a long way
from home, Finn.
Come here to me.
Let me look at you.
My God. You're even
more chiseled.
- What happened to the hotel?
- Ah, well, you know,
not too many guests of late.
Sorry, darling. How are you?
Good to meet you.
John, is my name.
- Kaitlyn, or Kait?
- Hey, Kait.
- Where's Charlie?
- Come in.
- Thanks.
(feet clomping)
(somber music continues)
- I picked it up from
the station for you.
Uh... Will you have a seat?
- Sure.
- Would you take
something to eat?
- Sure.
- Let me see what I have.
(door opens)
(door banging)
- Well, that's fine.
We could go out.
Would you like a cup of tea?
- [Kait] Grand.
- Finn.
You know that's not
him in there, right?
(somber music continues)
Charlie passed away,
September last, up in Tralee.
- Shut up.
- Oh, son.
Your mum and dad are on their
way. They won't be long.
- You told them?
- It's fine. We'll get
you some help.
- I don't need help.
- You're here now.
It's okay.
It's okay.
(soft piano music)
- [Julie] Dan...
He's taken Charlie.
- What?
(door banging)
(feet shuffling)
(somber music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(gentle melodic music)
- Yeah, he was breathing
when we got him on the boat,
and we wrapped him up, and
we got him to the hospital,
but he was very weak, his
little heart and lungs.
(gentle melancholic music)
And he...
He passed away
later that evening,
and it...
It broke us.
- Oh. (sobbing)
Oh, God.
(gentle melancholic music)
(Julie sobbing)
No, no, no, no. Dad, no.
Get out, you stupid, stupid man.
Get out!
(gentle melancholic music)
(Julie sobbing)
- I'm so sorry.
- I'll get your boy a drink.
(gentle melancholic music)
(car doors clicking)
(car door clunking)
- Here you are,
will you take that?
- Er, yeah.
- Thank you.
(car door clunking)
- Oh yeah, give us that.
You all right?
Did you forget something?
- No, it's just...
Um, (sighing).
Just being here, do you
know what I mean? It's...
Charlie asking for that
upgrade. (laughing)
What did he call that car
they tried to give us?
- Oh, he, he called it,
um, "A wheelie-bin with a,
trying to have it off
with a mobility scooter."
(both laughing)
- Yeah, bloody was and
all, the little sh*t.
- Yeah.
(Dan sobbing)
- Are you all right, love?
- Oh, God, oh!
I'm so sorry, I thought
I was done with all this.
- Done?
Dan.
- I'm sorry. (sobbing)
- We lost our child.
You can cry whenever you want.
- Oh.
- I broke down in a
bloody Co-op the other day
over a tin of spaghetti
hoops. (laughing)
- He f*cking loved
spaghetti hoops, didn't he?
- Yeah.
- Jules, if I'd, if I'd
have just been there.
If I'd have just been there.
- No, don't do that,
don't, don't. Come on.
- (sobbing) Oh, God!
I could've, I could've, I
could've, he'd still be here now
if I was just there.
- No, no.
- Yeah.
- He wouldn't, he wouldn't, he wouldn't.
- He would!
- [Julie] What were we
supposed to do,
just keep saying no forever?
- Oh, Jules, I let him down.
- No, you didn't, Dan,
you didn't let him down.
- I did. I let him down.
- Oh, love, love.
You didn't let him down,
you listened to him.
You listened to what
Charlie wanted.
You are a great dad,
you are a great dad.
(Dan sobbing)
I promise you.
- I loved him so much,
like you wouldn't believe.
- I know, I know,
I know, I know.
(Dan sobbing)
(Dan breathing deeply)
It's all right.
- It'll never be the same.
Ever.
(gentle melodic music)
- No.
It won't ever be the same.
We're gonna have to try
and cope, all right.
Like we did when I was 19
and pregnant at college
and like when Charlie was
born, do you remember?
25 weeks old, size of your hand.
Jesus, that child got all
the attention, didn't he?
- He did, he bloody did,
didn't he?
- Now it's time to give
some of that to Finn.
- Yeah.
(gentle melodic music)
(Dan breathing deeply)
(soft orchestral music)
- I had no idea you were on
your own that whole time.
- Not the whole time.
- Can I look at your sketches?
(gentle melodic music)
- Don't, okay, just don't.
- Finn.
- [Server] Teas, coffees,
light refreshments.
- [Counselor] Do you
feel responsible
for your brother, Finn?
(gentle melodic music)
- Very good.
- sh*t, what time is it?
- Just after seven. Why?
- It's high tide. Fungie,
we'll miss it.
- Ah, wait, Finn, about that.
- Yeah.
Ah...
Nobody's seen him for a while.
- He had a great life.
He was a rock star, like.
Ah, Finn, I'm sorry.
- Do you know,
I never bought the story
of him swimming into the sunset.
He was onto too much
of a good thing.
Why don't we go and
see for ourselves?
(traditional Irish folk music)
I've been a wild rover
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- [John] Hold on to that.
That's it, now give it a big-
For many's a year
And I spent half me money
(car rumbling)
Drinking strong ale and beer
- John!
John, what are you doing?
But now for the future
I must take better care
In case that misfortune
Might come to my share
(tires screeching)
- No, stay in the car, turn
around. He's taken the boat.
- The boat?
- And your son.
It would build me a barn
- sh*t.
- The harbour.
- [Julie] Okay, thanks, thanks.
He took the f*cking boat.
(car rumbling)
Jesus Christ!
It would buy me a coat for
To keep my back warm
(seagull cawing)
Wild roving,
I'll give it over
Wild roving, give o'er
- [John] Molly,
you know Charlie?
And I never will be called a
- [Molly] Charlie?
- [John] The little bollocks.
Wild rover no more
- Your grandson,
you know Charlie?
And Finn, we used to
bring them down here.
Do you remember?
(traditional Irish folk music)
(traditional Irish folk
music continues)
- You know we're not
gonna see Fungie, right?
He's gone to dolphin heaven.
That's not why Grandad
brought us here.
Oh, come on, Finn,
use your brain.
(traditional Irish folk music)
It's for the best.
(traditional Irish folk music)
(Finn sobbing)
- Are you ready, Finn?
It's time to say goodbye.
Here they are now.
You understand me,
don't you, Finn?
(traditional Irish folk music)
(Finn sobbing)
(traditional Irish folk music)
(boat engine rumbling)
- [Julie] Finn!
(Finn sobbing)
(traditional Irish folk music)
(boat engine rumbling)
Dad!
- It's time to say goodbye!
We need to do this together!
Kait, come here to me.
- Oh, God.
- Keep hold of this for me.
- I don't, I don't know.
- Yeah, you do.
You drove a horse box down
from Kildare, you can do this.
Come on, just aim for
the headland.
- Finn, Finn, what,
what you doing, pal?
- Finn.
- Just wait there a second.
John, take it off him please.
- I won't, it needs to be done.
- Well, that's not your
decision, is it, John?
Haven't you done enough harm?
Jules, please tell him, please.
- Dad, please, please
just come back
and-and let's just
talk about this.
- What's to talk about? You
know it's the right thing.
- Well, you can't just
keep doing what you want
all the time, Dad!
If it wasn't for you, we
wouldn't even be out here!
You were meant to
look after them.
- I know!
Do you think I don't know?
It's all I think about.
You've no idea how sorry I am.
I wish to God it had been me!
And I miss you so much
and, and, and your
beautiful boy.
And I know I'll never be
able to make it up to you,
but please let me try.
(traditional Irish folk music)
- [Dan] Hold on a minute,
hold on, hold on.
Could you bring us, can
you bring us closer to,
can you bring us in, please?
- Just let us go.
- Just hang on a sec.
- Wait.
- Hang on.
Let us, there, there.
(traditional Irish folk music)
- Give me your hand.
There you go.
Hang on.
That's it.
Well done, well done.
- [Dan] Are you all right?
- Are you all right, love?
(water lapping)
- Now, tell me,
and this is all that matters,
what would Charlie
want right now?
Would he wanna be stuck
on a mantelpiece
or-or out here
with us making a huge
fuss of him?
- It's not a mantelpiece,
it's a cabinet.
This is all we've got left
of him, John.
- It's not.
Charlie will always be with us,
but me dad's right.
It's time to say goodbye.
(water lapping)
It's what Charlie would
want, isn't it?
- Okay.
Yeah.
- Okay.
Okay.
(gentle melancholic music)
- There you go.
Right, so...
- Do you wanna go first, yeah?
- We... er...
(melancholic music)
(melancholic music continues)
(melancholic music continues)
(light instrumental music)
(instrumental music continues)
(instrumental music)
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