Season 21, Episode 58
First aired 23 March
2017
We open Chez Seoighe, where Réailtín is in a moderate strop,
glaring at Micheál and refusing to eat the pot of slop he’s prepared for her
breakfast. She snots that she’s got soccer practice and stomps out the door as
he yells after her, “Do bhricfeasta! A
Réailtín, do bhricfeasta!” It seems it’s going to be one of those days, and
that the bricfeasta will go uneaten.
And speaking of ill-tempered teen-type daughters, Katy is
wishing John Joe a happy birthday over at Gaudi. She tells him she has good
news: she’s rearranged her schedule and is now preparing a birthday lunch for
him! This gives him diarrhea face, not just because he is familiar with the
food at Gaudi, but also because Dee has scheduled a “no Katy allowed” birthday
lunch for him already. I’m sure no hijinks will result from this.
At the salon, Caitríona is ranting, as usual. This time the
unfortunate audience is Gráinne and Vince, and the topic is Annette, whom it
seems may be suing them over last episode’s seaweed-induced pavement vs face
incident. The panic spreads to Gráinne, who just now realizes that insurance is
a thing, and that she doesn’t have any. Vince tries to reason with them,
because he has never met them before, but it’s an uphill battle, as Gráinne is
now in a zombie fugue and Caitríona is yelling about the various injuries she’s
sure Annette is going to fake, such as a dislocated kidney and a bruised DNA.
John Joe runs into Dee in the cereal and magazines aisle of
the shop and brings up the possibility of spending his birthday with both of
his daughters, or at least the ones we’ve met. I’m sure in a few years a
long-lost secret daughter will arrive to stir up trouble. Maybe it’s Janice!
Anyway, Dee reacts as if he’s just asked her to stab a Care Bear, and is
offended that he’d even ask her to invite famous slapper Katy. She furthermore
accuses him of always taking Katy’s side, even when she’s being a
marriage-ruiner. He basically agrees that Katy is a complete wagon, but to save
himself he claims he wasn’t asking her to invite Katy, he was just warning her
that he might be a bit late because he’s going to visit the sick baby, and
possibly donate a lung to him while he’s there. Maybe Peigí also needs a new
organ of some kind. Of course Dee is fooled by his shite and feels guilty,
because the Dalys thrive on emotional blackmail.
At the house of sadness, or at least one of them, David
reports that the furniture store won’t take back the seaweed stand he
accidentally bought last episode, and Gráinne, returning home from her job at
the salon, frets that Annette might seek thousands of euros in compensation for
her accident. She tries to leave for Job #2 at the polytunnel, which is David’s
cue to whine for a while about how she’s working too much while he sits around
in Arseville doing nothing. She says she doesn’t mind, but he says it’s time
for him to be realistic, and vows he’s going to get a job of one kind or
another today, no ifs, ands, or buts. I am not sure “realistic” means what he
thinks it means.
Over at the pharmacy, Micheál is making a tit of himself
because he wants to buy cocaine or something for his headache, but Janice is
trying to sell him something more reasonable, such as children’s chewable morphine.
They go back and forth for a while until she finally relents and sells him what
he wants, just to make him go away. This is why I appreciate Europe, where you
can just buy narcotics from the pharmacist if you look sick enough or act like
enough of a knob, as opposed to the U.S., where you have to pay a doctor $200
to write you a prescription that will enable you to buy three aspirin. Laoise,
who is hanging around shoplifting or something, pulls him aside and tells him
he can’t treat people like that, especially since we don’t know whether or not
Janice is a psycho yet, but he tells her he doesn’t care, because Réailtín met
her brother yesterday. I like how he says this as if it would make any sense to
anyone who doesn’t know his entire life story.
The world’s most awkward family lunch has broken out at Dee
and Mack’s, where John Joe is picking at his food as if he’s worried he’s going
to find an ear in it. There’s a long and boring discussion of his food and
drink consumption, and finally he dashes off before Dee can even bring in the
tart, by which she may or may not mean Katy.
And now in the comedy portion of our show, David struts into
the pharmacy and tells Janice that he sees that she’s hiring someone to teach a
yoga class, and that he’s her man, because he has a black belt in karate. She
manages to keep a more or less straight face as she explains that her business
offers medical (?) treatments such as mindfulness (??) and tai chi (???), not
kicking people in the neck or breaking boards with your face. Well, he knows all
about mindlessness. Sadly, he has to
slink away jobless after he is somehow unable to convince her that hitting people over
the head with a concrete block improves their relaxation and mindfulness.
At the pub, Micheál has told Laoise the sad story of
Pauline’s illness and death, and they are both amazed that Máire managed to
keep it all to herself given she and Laoise live under the same roof. I’m not
sure whether this is more or less unbelievable than the fact that Réailtín has
never heard about any of this from anyone, ever. Laoise seems somewhat
appalled, but insists he’s got to tell Réailtín, because it’s only a matter of
time before she hears it from Mikey or someone else, since it’s public
knowledge. EXACTLY. His counterargument is that, well, Laoise managed to live
in the village for the past year without hearing about it, so maybe Réailtín
can, too, except instead of “for the past year” substitute “for the rest of her
life.” They quarrel, and Micheál gets up to leave in a huff, so David of course
arrives and decides to ask him for a job mid-snit. This goes over about as well
as you’d expect, and he’s unable to convince Micheál that karate would be a
useful skill at the pet shop or wherever he works. And now Berni appears, and
Micheál cannot believe the idiot parade he’s being subjected to, but she gets
his attention when she tells him something is up with Réailtín. I hope she’s
holding hostages!
John Joe arrives for his quick, quiet lunch with Katy,
planning to dash back to Dee’s within the hour, but is dismayed when he arrives
at Gaudi and discovers Katy has turned it into a full-scale surprise party.
This is different from the usual type of dismay people feel when they walk into
Gaudi. The whole thing is very much like one of the 50 episodes of Three’s Company where Jack has 2 dates
for the same night and tries to keep them from finding out about each other,
except with less jiggling, because nobody at Gaudi is wearing a tube top.
Réailtín is at Berni’s place watching a show about women in
peril running down the street at twilight, possibly in Scandinavia, and is
annoyed when Berni shows up with Micheál in tow. This is different from the
usual type of annoyance people feel when Berni shows up somewhere. Micheál and
Réailtín squabble, and he yells that he’s tired of her attitude, and tries to
grab her by the arm and drag her home, so she screams that she overheard
yesterday’s conversation and knows he killed her mother. Well, that came to a
boil quickly.
After the break, David is embarrassing himself by being
loudly unqualified for a cleaning job, because this is clearly the kind of
phone call one makes while standing in the middle of the shop rather than at
home. When that isn’t a goer, Vince turns him down as well, so the two of them
stroll over to the biscuit, drain cleaner, and dole aisle to see if David’s
benefit has come through, which it has. It feels like we’re killing a bit of
time here, to be honest, although not as obviously as last episode when
Réailtín demonstrated in slow-motion the order in which she puts on her
outerwear to go outside.
And speaking of, Réailtín is in disbelief as Micheál starts
to tell the story of Pauline’s death, and she goes semi-berserk when she finds
out that Berni, here serving the role of Greek chorus, also knows about all
this. Wait till she finds out that, like, everybody
knows about the euthanasia, including Mack, who didn’t even know Micheál and
Pauline had ever even been to Asia. (Sorry,
I had to make that joke once, but will not do it again.) Micheál manages to
convince her to sit down at the table, and when Berni tries to leave them
alone, Réailtín screams at her to stay, as if she thinks angel of death Micheál
is about to claim his next victim and figures she can outrun Berni. He tells her
about the cancer and Pauline’s pain, and it’s heartbreaking when Réailtín
realizes the reason her mom didn’t undergo chemo to save her own life was
because she was pregnant and wanted Réailtín to survive.
Back at the newlyweds’ house, Dee is slapping Mack, although
in this case it’s only his hand, because she’s trying to keep him away from the
birthday tart. It’s possible she’s still referring to Katy here. She doesn’t
understand what’s taking John Joe so long and is furious, but then decides that
he must be mad at her because she wouldn’t invite Katy to her sad, sad
luncheon. She confesses that she just can’t bear to be around Katy after what
she did, and Mack helpfully points out that she won’t be able to avoid her
forever, especially when the baby comes home, so they exchange sad looks with
their enormous and stubbly eyes, respectively.
Out in the street, Caitríona swallows her teeth in distress
when she sees that Annette is walking around with her face in a sling. We cut
to the pub, where Dee is reporting to Mack that she checked out John Joe’s
story about a broken-down van and a vampire that I didn’t bother telling you
about, and it’s all a load of bollocks, in various ways. Bobbi-Lee wanders over
to deliver Mack’s drink and says she’s surprised they aren’t at the party,
which of course they haven’t heard about, but I do appreciate the fact that the
one time Bobbi-Lee actually does some work, she manages to stir up trouble.
We return to the party, such as it is, and there is
discussion of the fact that Dee and Mack aren’t there, and then they show up,
and it’s kind of boring, apart from a half-hearted skirmish between Katy and
Dee about nothing in particular. Dee tries to storm out, but John Joe has had
it with her nonsense, so he pulls them aside and hisses at Dee to grow up,
because they’re not going to spend the rest of their lives celebrating two of
every holiday, one with Dee and one with Katy, just because they can’t be in
the same room without the pair of them having a row, or Mack sleeping with Katy.
Seriously, isn’t Earth Day stressful enough without having to go through the
whole thing twice? He concludes that they’ve got to find a way to get over
this, and stomps back to the party.
We see David at home playing patience with his dole money
and the bills, and then there is something pointless with Mo and Colm, and then
we see a sketchy-looking man in a suspicious car spying on Colm for some reason
we will probably need to care about later, but not right now. Back at Gaudi,
Katy and Dee emerge from the kitchen carrying a birthday cake, and the crowd
sings a slow, dirge-like version of “Happy Birthday.” It seems Dee and Katy
have found an uneasy truce, at least for the moment, though I’m sure they both
reserve the right to smash the cake in the other’s face at any time.
Back at Berni’s, Micheál finishes telling Réailtín the story
of how he fed the pills to Pauline and then she died. Everyone is crying, and
she correctly guesses that this is why Micheál and Mikey fell out. Micheál
spills the beans about the trial, and then has to admit that he was found
guilty, because even though the jury believed his version of events, euthanasia
is still illegal in Ireland, and he went to jail for 7 months. She can’t listen
to any more, and jumps up and runs out of the room as he calls after her. It’s
a shame this couldn’t have all played out at John Joe’s birthday party, really,
especially since the clown only showed up late, and then with a grumpy Dee in
tow.
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