NOTE: I've said a few times that I should try recapping an episode without benefit of the English subtitles to see how close I am to what's actually happening. Since this week's episode went out without CC, I decided to give it a try, so here's a semi-recap of the 21 February episode based solely on what's happening onscreen and my extensive knowledge of these characters and what makes them tick. (An actual recap of this episode is forthcoming.)
We open at Micheál’s, where he and Frances are arguing about
who should mentor Gráinne: Berni or Caitríona. He thinks Berni, because it will
give her something to do and keep her out of everybody’s business for a while.
Frances, on the other hand, thinks Caitríona should get the job, because she’s
certain Gráinne will run out of patience with her within the first ten minutes
and strangle her with seaweed. Either way, they agree, they will be doing a
service to humanity. Frances leaves, remembering that she left Áine home alone
playing with her new flamethrower, and Micheál gets back to digging through a
box of old stuff, because he is convinced that out-of-control teenager Réailtín
has hidden cocaine somewhere in the house and he’s determined to find it.
And speaking of out-of-control teens, Terrible Sorcha has
inflicted herself upon the café and is threatening to sue over a strand of hair
she found in her plate of slop. She’s spent almost all the money she made on
her recent slip-and-fall case at Burger King, so this will provide her some
much-needed income. Unfortunately for her, Berni is broke, which causes Sorcha
to choke with surprise, and also hair. She toddles off to the hospital in
search of oxycodone, and when Frances arrives, Berni attacks her with a
three-ring binder she’s very excited about. It seems that in the distant Faeroe
or Hawaiian Islands where Berni is from, binders only have two rings, so this
new development is almost more excitement than she can stand. Frances tells her
she really needs to get some other hobbies, such as seeing how many hula hoops
she can stuff in her mouth, but Berni tut-tuts that she can’t, because she sold
her hula hoop to pay for Bobbi-Lee’s banjo lessons, which she never even went
to because they were at the same time as her favorite TV show, the one where
they pick the lottery numbers.
Tadhg stops by Gaudi to harass Vince and Caitríona, who are
annoyed because they keep waking up and finding Colm in their bed. Well,
Caitríona is annoyed, but Vince is intrigued, because, you know, you only live
once, and also he saw Colm without his shirt that one time. Caitríona leaves
just as Frances arrives, and they exchange their usual pleasantries, by which I
mean they smile and tell each other to go frig themselves. She sits down with Tadhg
to tell him that Áine is crying because her flamethrower broke when she hit O’Shea
with it, but he assures her that when the wine shop opens, they’ll be able to
buy Áine all the military-grade weapons her little heart desires.
Back at the café, Colm gets a booty call from Chipper Chick,
which is “Vince” as pronounced with a Donegal accent. At a nearby table, Máire
is trying to comfort Micheál. It seems Réailtín is very upset with him because
this morning at breakfast he thought the members of One Direction were Davy
Jones, Peter Tork, and Alan Titchmarsh. She reassures him that you just can’t
reason with teenage girls, and in fact just yesterday, Fia drove Máire’s car
into a lake because Máire wouldn’t let her have Adam in her room with the door
closed. By “lake” I mean “dry cleaners.”
David and Gráinne are setting up a table in the community
center to give out free samples of their new business venture, Áille na Autopsy.
Frances tells them they can’t use the table today, because Fidelma has reserved
it for the county ironing competition. The winner gets to go iron at Enya’s
house! Gráinne is annoyed, but agrees that she’ll wait to demonstrate the
autopsying until tomorrow if Frances promises to burn Fidelma with the iron,
which is no problem, because Frances was going to do that anyway.
Back at the café, Micheál and Máire are still complaining
about their wild teenagers. He is beside himself because Réailtín has this new
thing where she eclipses her initial consonants when she is supposed to lenite
them, and vice versa, and he knows she’s just doing it to annoy him, or
possibly because of her recent untreated concussion. Máire tells him that’s
nothing: just last week, Fia unscrewed the top of the salt shaker, ruining
Sally’s eggs, and also burned down a library. They agree that television is to
blame for all this, mostly Mel and Sue.
At the community center, Caitríona and Berni are having a
contest to see who can purse their lips the hardest. Frances, ever the
peacemaker, tries to tell them they BOTH have very scary lips, but they will
not be deterred, and keep sucking until everyone’s ears pop and tiles start
falling from the ceiling. Gráinne arrives, or rather is sucked through the door
by the rapidly dropping air pressure, and Berni shows everyone her three-ring
binder, the pages of which she has filled with seaweed-related business tips
and also drawings of what she imagines the various men of the village look like
naked.
In Tenerife, David and some kid we have never seen before
have stolen a canoe from a museum and are trying to figure out how to fit it
into the back of their car. Unfortunately the canoe is 28 feet long and the car
is only 10 feet long, but David is sure there’s a button you can press
underneath that will make it fold in half, like those collapsible baby
strollers. The kid, whom we will call James Dean Jr., feels this entire
storyline is a sinking ship, so to speak, and decides the only way to ensure he
will be around for a multi-episode arc is to drink an entire bottle of poitín while
David isn’t looking.
At the café, Frances asks Laoise if she’d be willing to
mentor Gráinne, who has taken out restraining orders against Berni and
Caitríona prohibiting them from being in the same galaxy she is in. Laoise
protests that she can’t help Gráinne because she’s pretty sure seaweed won’t
grow well in the polytunnel, and besides, right now it’s full of Adam and Fia’s
regular weed.
Over at the pub, Mo is asking David and Colm why they don’t
have jobs and can hang around there all the time, a question we’ve all been
wondering ourselves for a while now. Colm explains that he’s too busy shagging
his way around Ireland, and leers at her grossly, while David says he’s
supposed to be minding the teens over at the youth home, but they locked him
out and also identity-thefted him. Just then Colm gets another booty call, but
Mo answers his phone and tells whoever’s on the other end that Colm can’t come
to the phone because he’s busy having explosive herpes right now.
The latest stop on Frances’ tour of town is the B&B,
where she’s asking Fia if she’ll be Gráinne’s mentor. Everyone knows that Fia
has the most successful business in town, by which I mean she receives student
benefits year after year despite the fact that we’ve never seen her reading,
studying, or doing any work whatsoever. She’s flattered, but it seems the only
way she’s able to pull this off is that she’s got naked photos of the entire
Department of Education & Skills, and she’s not sure this is applicable to
Gráinne’s situation. Before Frances leaves, Fia asks if anyone’s going to be at
home at the pub at approximately 3am, because she wants to leave a baby on
their doorstep without any hassle or back-and-forth about it.
David has returned to the seashore because of reports the
ice cream man has been spotted there, but unfortunately, all he finds is that
dumb kid from earlier, who is unconscious or dead. It seems that not only has
he consumed an entire bottle of poitín, but someone has stolen the little ship
out of the ship in the bottle he’s spent the last five years building!
After the break, Frances and Micheál have been listening in fascinated horror as Pádraig tells a tragic, sordid story about a bunch of awful women he knows, but eventually realize he has actually just recapped the
entire last season of The Real Housewives
of New York. He leaves, and Micheál and Frances seem to be suffering severe
abdominal pains, probably from all that hair they ate at the café this morning.
Micheál doesn’t understand why he keeps eating there given that the only thing
worse than the food is the service. Frances agrees, but notes sadly that the
only other place in town to eat is Gaudi, and that it’s hard enough to keep the
food there down without having to watch Katy and Jason’s high-school drama while
you’re eating it. Once again they lament living in the only town in Europe
without a Subway.
David arrives at the community center, where Fidelma is
looking very severe in her bank teller’s outfit and angry hairdo. She’s
reviewed his paperwork, and she’s afraid she just can’t approve his application
for a loan. He’s sad, because he knew this was a possibility, but he hoped that
his recent work getting rid of Pól, Rónán, and now James Dean Jr. might work in
his favor. Fidelma assures him that he’s provided a great service to the community and world, but she just can’t approve his loan, mostly because on the
application where it said “Income,” he wrote, “Yes, please.”
Sorcha follows Frances into the café and asks her if she
knows what time Áine will be home from school, because she’s going clubbing in
Dublin tonight and wants to buy a knife, just in case. Frances tells her that
Áine is grounded and will not be selling any weapons today, because she didn’t
finish her porridge this morning, and also held three teachers hostage at
lunchtime. Sorcha is sad, but to cheer herself up, she demonstrates the animal
sounds she’s going to use as her audition for Ireland’s Got Talent. Frances just looks confused, because she
knows the horse does not in fact say “ka-ching!,” and realizes then what a
stupid, stupid girl Sorcha is.
Across town, Réailtín comes home and asks Micheál why they
live in one of those pretend rooms on the top floor at IKEA. He says he’s not
sure, but that this does explain why no matter what he makes for dinner, it
always comes with a side of lingonberries. It’s possible they’re saying “Mikey”
rather than “IKEA,” but based on their furniture, it could go either way.
David is drinking from the poitín cooler at the community
center when a happy Mack and Dee appear. They explain that they’ve just
finished today’s marriage counseling session and feel that they’ve had a real
breakthrough, by which they mean that Dee broke through the glass coffee table
with Mack’s head. They leave, and Fidelma arrives with more bad news for David:
he’s lost his job. More specifically, she’s discovered that the place he’s been
going every day to supervise the grouchy teens is actually an Abercrombie &
Fitch. The staff there, who are all from Poland and therefore don’t understand
a word of Irish, kept wondering who this old man was who came in every day to
point at things and practice his karate, but they assumed it was some EU
jobs-for-seniors program and didn’t ask any questions. David can’t believe this
is happening, though it does explain why the music there was always so loud.
Frances, Caitríona, Berni, Gráinne, and Sorcha are gathered
around a table at the café arguing over who has to be Sporty in their Spice
Girls tribute act. Sorcha’s trademark aggressive topknot makes her the logical
choice, but she is too young to know who the Spice Girls are, and is more
interested in finding out if anyone has any glue she can sniff. Caitríona
assures her that she loves sniffing glue as much as anyone, if not more, but
that they’ll need to do more than just sit around sniffing glue to make this business a success.
Back at IKEA, Réailtín is doing her homework, which tonight
consists of writing an essay on why Napoleon is the most important figure of
the Vietnam War. Réailtín is really an appalling student. Micheál asks if she’d
like to go to Gaudi for dinner, because their lasagna is excellent, and
contains 50 percent less hair than the lasagna at Berni’s. She likes this idea,
especially when he tells her that Katy and Jason both have the night off
because, as she tells him, having to look at them makes her very sad at an
existential level. He assures her that that’s how everyone feels about Katy and Jason, which makes her feel better,
and she goes to get her coat and cigs.
Vince comes out of the toilets at the pub and tells Tadhg
he’s just discovered that “M-N-A” evidently spells “women,” which is what all
that screaming a few minutes ago was about. Tadhg gives him a wad of cash to
bribe the women not to call the Gardaí, but he’s annoyed because that depletes
the entire month’s “keep the female customers from suing” budget and it’s only
the 21st of the month. Bobbi-Lee puts in an appearance, which is appropriate,
because she’s the reason the pub has a “keep the male customers from suing” budget. She tells Tadhg this reminds her
of the time she was playing Madison Square Garden with Aretha Franklin and
Michael Jackson as her opening acts, so he tells her he’s going to go slaughter
a wild boar in the men’s room just so she’ll have to go clean it up.
David is sitting at his kitchen table looking semi-comatose
when Gráinne arrives home from a hard day of killing Caitríona. He tries to
make her feel better by pointing out that at least she won’t have to kill
Caitríona again tomorrow, but Gráinne is inconsolable, because it turns out
Caitríona is like the Hydra from Greek myth: if you kill one of her, two more
spring up. He tells her that perhaps tomorrow they could lure all the Caitríonas into the polytunnel
at once and then blow it up, ending the threat forever. She loves this idea,
and runs into his arms, delighted, but he looks stricken, because he knows the
only ones in town who are any good at arson are Áine and Eoin, one of whom is
grounded and the other seems to be on Fair
City right now. Does ANYONE else in town know the secret of fire??
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