Season 22, Episode 82
First aired 14 June
2018
It’s the season finale, and there’s some serious craziness
ahead, so let’s get right to it! We open, as we often do with Very Special
Episodes, with a montage set to some sad minor-key piano music that suggests
Adele is about to show up and wish her ex-boyfriend well even though he’s a
complete bastard and she wants him to die. Instead, however, we get a close-up of Peatsaí’s pores
looking rather lifeless and Mo sitting beside his hospital bed saying she’s
sorry for ignoring him when he was carrying about “not feeling well” and “being
on the brink of death” yesterday, although we all know it’s mostly Colm’s fault.
We then montage over to a shot of Mack and Katy making awkward eye contact as
she sits in the pub doing her geography homework, and then we’re at Micheál’s,
where Laoise is shoving all her clothes into a black bin bag, which is where
most of them belong. Hopefully this is the first step toward her getting a new
wardrobe next year, preferably with more saturated colors like the lovely blue
floral thing she’s wearing today. We complete our funereal montage by returning
to Peatsaí’s bedside, where Mo reminisces about the good times they’ve had with
him watching her rolling out the bins while having cancer and getting his ponytail caught in a mousetrap
and so on.
Back at the pub, Mack asks Katy if Jay’s imaginary bed was
returned to the shop in time to get a refund, and in return she snots that she
knows what he’s up to and she’s not falling for it. Of course Mack is one of
the great devious schemers of our times, as evidenced by the utterly blank look
he gives her in response to this accusation. Before it can turn into an
argument over nothing like all Katy’s conversations do, Tadhg interrupts to ask
Mack if Peatsaí’s dead yet, presumably because he’s wondering if he should gas
up the hearse. Mack grimly reports that Peatsaí was completely unresponsive this
morning, even by his standards, although it’s also possible Mack got confused
and was trying to talk to a mannequin in the underwear department at Dunnes,
which would also explain the plastic headlessness. Tadhg reports that he’s got
to head over to the hospital later today to pick up a corpse anyway, adding that
it sure would be convenient if Peatsaí died before then so he wouldn’t have to
make two trips. Tadhg Ó Direáin: always thinking about his carbon footprint.
A cheerful Dee shows up, which is Katy’s cue to flee
upstairs, but not before she asks if she can do her a favor and pick Jay up
from the crÀeche, which will hopefully get its character encoding fixed over
the summer, and drive him to his breakdancing lesson or whatever, but Dee says
she can’t because she’s got a facial scheduled followed by a trip into town.
Doesn’t she work anymore? Before Katy can inevitably attack Dee for being a selfish
bitch, Mack volunteers that he could
go pick Jay up, causing Katy to choke on her gristle sandwich and sputter that
no, she’ll just put him up for adoption or burn down the town or something. She
leaves, and Tadhg and Mack get into another spat about whether it’s funny that
Peatsaí might die, and if so, how funny on a scale of 10 to 0, with 10 being “pants-wettingly
hilarious” and 0 being“Mrs Brown’s Boys.” Dee,
who you may recall has suddenly reached Adam levels of saintliness lately,
starts berating herself for being thoughtless and swanning off to get a facial
while poor, harried single mother Katy barely has enough time to make out with
Mack in various locations around the greater Europe area. Yeah, Dee, you’re the problem here.
