Season 20, Episode 68
First aired 19 April
2016
We open in Mack and Mo’s sitting room, which has become
perma-lodger Katy’s new bedroom. Normally mild-mannered Mo has had it up to
here with Katy, so she’s doing some unnecessary morning blender-ing. Mack charges
in and tells her to knock it off or else she’ll wake Katy, but of course waking
Katy is the point, so Mo revs the blender some more and complains that Katy’s
been there for five days, and should be awake at 10 o’clock. Katy, of course,
sleeps through all this, because all her recent tiresome nonsense with Jason
has been positively exhausting. One
wonders why Katy’s there in the first place until Mack points out that letting
Katy use their place as her own personal doss house is earning him tons of brownie
points with Dee. Mo gives approximately zero shits about this, so Mack volunteers that he’ll talk to Katy, but not today. He then adds, “Or I could stay home and
not bother with the deeds if you like,” which has nothing to do with anything
and makes me wonder if Mack knows what the word “or” means.
In the café, Bobbi-Lee brightly says hello to a passing
David, but he gives her an icy cold shoulder. Berni and Evan are looking at
brochures for lodgings at university or clown school or wherever Evan is apparently
going sometime soon. He leaves, and Berni muses that she worries about him, and
Bobbi-Lee says she felt the same way about Lee. Berni helpfully purses her lips
and bugs out her eyes in “Fool, I don’t think
so” fashion, which leads to an argument between the two of them about
Bobbi-Lee’s parenting skills. It seems Bobbi-Lee would give herself about a 7
as a mother, which Berni would agree with, if the scale were from 1 to 100.
Bobbi-Lee, of course, is already sensitive about this subject since Andy was calling
her a bad mother through the haze of his African Hydraulic Fever just last
episode.
“They’re just kids. They’ll be friends again tomorrow,” Mack
is saying to Micheál in the street, and I would’ve bet $100 he was talking
about Jason and Katy, but no, he’s actually talking about Réailtín and Áine,
whom you may recall had a rumble in the jungle last week at school. Micheál
announces what a brat Áine is and how the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,
just as Tadhg and Frances wander into earshot, and she defiantly juts her chin
halfway to Cork. Mack suddenly remembers he left his house on fire and flees, and Frances accuses Micheál of setting all this up so Annette would remove
Áine as captain of the football team and put Réailtín in her place, and Micheál
points out that Réailtín is the greatest player since Giuseppe Football, who
invented the sport back in 1606. Eventually there is détente, and Frances warns
Micheál that Annette is taking advantage of him. It’s a good thing I don’t have
children, because I so don’t have the
time or patience for this.
Back at the Katy Arms, she’s poking at a bowl of cereal and
taking up space when Mo, whom you can tell is about five seconds from picking
her up by her hair and slinging her out in the street, brings her the phone and
says it’s John Joe. She refuses to talk to him, and whines that it should be
Jason who’s calling, so Mo hangs up. Mo tries to have a calm, adult
conversation with her, but Katy is being a big whiny baby. Somebody should give
her a dummy.
At the café, Mack and Eoin are discussing the deeds to Mo’s
Collapsi-Shack, and there’s a misunderstanding, and we will come back to it
later.
Bobbi-Lee is sitting on a swing, which is the universal soap
opera sign for Sad Contemplation, and looking at a picture of Lee on her phone.
Also, the swing seems to be held up with ropes. Is that a thing now? In my day,
they were held up with rusty chains in which you could pinch your fingers and
get your hair caught, and that’s how we liked it.
Back in the occupied territories, Katy has changed into a
slouchy sweatsuit and put her hair up in a greasy ponytail, and she’s eating
Nutella or something straight out of the jar, all of which are soap opera
shorthand for Depressed Single Woman. John Joe appears, which causes her to
start yelling at him, but then he produces lasagna, chips, and Katy’s favorite
candy from childhood, and her mood thaws a bit. This episode has a lot of very
short scenes that aren’t adding up to a lot of forward movement.
Bobbi-Lee is still sitting on the swing, which is
conveniently located directly outside Jason’s door, so when he emerges with
Cuán, she pops up and runs over. She asks if she can spend some quality
grandmother time with Cuán, and then takes Jason’s response as yet another volley
in the War Of What A Bad Mother Bobbi-Lee Was, so there is squabbling, and
there’s a funny moment in which Bobbi-Lee asks why everyone always thinks she’s
after something, and Jason tells her it’s because she usually is. You can tell
she’s feeling vulnerable because she doesn’t go berserk at this, and also
because she’s not wearing any animal prints. Eventually he agrees to let her
take Cuán for a walk, and hopefully she’ll take him for a haircut while she’s
at it.
At the café, Mack is asking Evan for his help in finding a
long-lost uncle who may or may not be in America, and may or may not be dead,
and may or may not be Shane MacGowan. That last one is my personal theory. Mack
says he may have died in 2010, so Evan says he’ll look for death notices in The Irish Voice, and Mack exclaims that
this brilliant idea never would’ve occurred to him in a million years. This
makes me suspect the alleged searching Mack has done so far consisted of him
standing in the street and yelling the uncle’s name, or at least what he thinks
the uncle’s name might have been, and then going to the shop and looking for
him on the parsnips-and-magazines aisle.
In the occupied territories, John Joe is breaking his teeth
on Katy’s candy, which she appreciates, and apologizing for the situation
with Jason, which she does not. He offers to go talk to him, but she yells that
he’s done enough damage already. Oh, I’m sure he could do some more. Mo comes
in and snaps that she could hear their yelling from outside, so John Joe leaves
in defeat, and she’s annoyed that he’s not taking his little brat with him. At
this point Mo has officially Had It, so she launches into Katy and, basically,
tells her what a pain in the ass she’s always been. Given all those lies she
made up about poor Cóilín—which I know nothing about, but it doesn’t sound
good—the only reason Katy can still even show her face in Ros na Rún is that
John Joe begged people to forgive her. Katy is snotty, and Mo is furious, and
the back and forth is like the juiciest Wimbledon match ever.
Pádraig enters the shop and finds Bobbi-Lee holding Cuán,
who has a dummy by the way, so SUCK IT, KATY. She says he’s been wearing her
out, and complains that he keeps taking his hat off and throwing it out of his
stroller. They’re having a nice conversation until Berni pops in, and then the deep
freeze settles in. She oohs and ahhs over Cuán and how long it’s been since
she’s seen him, and Bobbi-Lee snots that she figured Berni was probably over at
Jason’s telling him how to raise his child every day. Snerk. There is
passive-aggression, and finally Bobbi-Lee has Cuán say goodbye to Pádraig, and
they breeze past Berni. Berni looks sad, as does Pádraig, because as we’ve
already established, the Gay Empathy Gene is strong in him.
Eoin stops Mo in the street and tells her he’s put his foot
in his mouth with Mack, because he spilled the beans about the Collapsi-Shack’s
foundation, or lack thereof. She is annoyed because she wanted to tell Mack
herself, and tries to call him, but he doesn’t answer. Eoin tells her he’s got
more news about the house, and she wonders how much it’s going to cost her. Run
from the money pit, Mo! Run!
Evan finds Mack in the pub and reveals the results of his
extensive detective work, i.e., Googling the uncle’s name: he’s alive and well!
And Mack is devastated!
After the break, which includes an online advert for what
appears to be an aerosol Nicorette deodorant, Mo is at Gaudi telling Jason how
pitiful poor dear Katy is, and how it would be ever so lovely if he’d take her
back. Translation: get this ho out my
grill. Jason is having none of it, because Katy is a lying liar who lies,
just like Lee. Mo tells him to snap out of it and grow up, and on her way out
the door, she passes Bobbi-Lee, who’s returning from Granny’s Day Out. Jason
looks in the stroller and within 0.03 seconds starts yelling because Cuán’s not
wearing his hat, and he goes ape over how Bobbi-Lee is trying to murder his
child. It is ridiculous, and Bobbi-Lee tries to calm him down, but he’s
determined to make a complete effing jackass out of himself, and does so with
aplomb. He shouts that he knew he couldn’t depend on her and storms off, and
she starts crying, and then we see that David has been watching this whole
thing.
Back at the pub, Mack explains to Evan that it turns out the
Collapsi-Shack he gave Mo may actually, erm, belong to the long-lost uncle in
America. Evan says Mo needs to know this, especially since she’s spending money
on the place, but Mack thinks there’s no way Mystery Uncle Patsy will ever come
back given he’s been in America since 1916. I don’t know, that falling-down
crap-shack with no foundation is going to be awfully tempting for him.
Jason is at his place, yelling up to Cuán that dinner will
be ready soon. Presumably Cuán is upstairs in an iron lung on life support
after his shameful, life-threatening mistreatment at the hands of Bobbi-Lee.
Jason goes to the kitchen, where he finds Katy’s flowery blouse, or headband,
or knickers, or something, and picks it up and sniffs it wistfully. Don’t
forget, Jason, it smells like lies and secret fertility treatments!
At Gaudi, poor Bobbi-Lee is frantically defending herself,
telling David that Cuán kept pulling his hat off, and she kept putting it back
on him, and oh my God, he lost his hat, he didn’t fall in a cotton gin. David
reassures her that Cuán is fine, and it’s not a big deal, but she’s having a
full-scale pity party, and there’s no slowing her down.
Katy has stopped by Jason’s, and she says she assumes he
rang to ask her to pick up her stuff. He says he overreacted, and
semi-apologizes, and as you’ll recall this is what she wanted, but she decides
to argue. There is back and forthing, and one’s attention drifts, but
eventually she tells him that just because Lee was a big fat liar doesn’t mean she’s
one, too. He says he’s trying to learn to trust again, but he’s still working
through his Lee-induced PTSD.
Back at the restaurant, David is still trying to talk
Bobbi-Lee off the ledge, but sadly she’s not on an actual ledge, although it
would be awesome if she were. I’m imagining Berni standing on the pavement yelling,
“Jump! Jump!” up at her. David tells her she needs to focus on the future, and
that she can start by apologizing to him for the way she treated him the other
day. He’s demonstrating more of a spine than we’ve ever seen in him before, and
Bobbi-Lee seems to like it, but also be scared of it. Wait till she sees his karate.
Mo and Katy run into each other at the café, and Katy tells
her that she and Jason have patched things up, but that she’s still got one
more issue to work out: John Joe. Mo is like, “That’s great! I’ll leave your
crap in the skip behind the pub. By which I mean, I already threw your crap in
the skip behind the pub.” Katy sits down and offers John Joe dessert as a peace
offering, and he apologizes again, and she agrees to forget about it.
Mack is outside hiding from Mo, who of course immediately
finds him. She tells him Eoin has just gotten a job in Dubai (NOOOOO!!!) and
will be gone for several months (AIEEE!). This means he’ll have to hurry up and
finish her house before he leaves in a few weeks, so she’ll need the deeds
ASAP. That won’t be a problem, right?? She leaves, and Evan storms off in a
huff, and this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Mack.
Next time: Andy sends Bobbi-Lee an old photo of the two of
them with baby Lee, and she fumes that he’s a bastard! Ooh, I hope Bobbi-Lee
starts taking karate lessons from David so the season finale can end with her
karate-chopping Andy in the windpipe!
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