The Virtues (2019) s01e03 Episode Script

1 Okay, so here we are.
- All right, kid.
- Hey, Bob, how are you? - All right.
- Who you got? This is Joseph.
All right, Joseph? He's a great little man, so he is.
Right this way.
Okay.
Hey, Dave, how you doing? Not too bad.
So, this is my pal Joseph.
- Hey, Joseph.
- And he's a great, great young fella.
And he's a little bit nervous, and I told him you're going to keep an eye on him until he gets settled.
Okay? - Hey, Joseph, you okay? - Yeah.
And he's got nothing to be nervous about.
Not at all, we'll look after you here.
So you're? - I'm going to give you a copy of this.
- Okay, yeah.
- So you've got a copy on file.
- Yeah, great, great, great.
I need to give you one of these.
- Here.
- Okay.
- Bob'll take you on up now.
- Yep, no worries.
You follow me.
Okay.
- Right, Dave, I'll see you.
- See you later.
- Yeah, just hang on a second, Bob.
- Yeah, no sweat.
- So, so you've got everything, right? - Yeah.
And I'll be here to see you next week, okay? Yeah.
Come here, are you going to give me a smile? No.
[HE CHUCKLES.]
Right then, I'll see you.
Okay, Bob.
[TELEVISION AND CHATTER.]
[CHATTER CONTINUES.]
[HE SNIFFLES.]
What? Shouldn't it be me after him? Well, I'm natural, you're a sheep.
I don't even know what I am.
- Hi, mate.
- How's it going, Joe? Yeah, good, not too bad.
You changed your mind? Do you want to join us? - No, you're all right.
- Come on.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Move over.
No, it's all right, it's all right.
I'm going to phone me little lad.
Okay.
Catch him catch him before he goes to school.
Yeah, it'll be morning time over there now.
It's the right time.
Yeah.
I might go into the town and see the old sights.
Probably take you about ten minutes, there's about a church and three shops.
Have you eaten? I might grab a little takeaway, something while I'm out.
- Are you all right for a few bob? - Yeah, he paid me - Oh, yeah, yeah, we got sorted earlier.
- Okay.
- Is there anything decent there? - There's a kebab on the corner.
Don't get the fish.
- Don't get the fish.
- If you want to You'll have the food poisoning for two weeks.
Yeah, be poisoned for two weeks and have the runs for about two days.
All right, all right, that's enough.
- That's enough.
- And the puke.
[THEY ALL GAG AND COUGH.]
- Okay.
- Do you want me to drop you in? - I can drop you.
- No, you're okay, man.
I'm fine.
- You sure? - Yeah, thank you.
- See you later.
- See you, love.
Think he's all right? I hope so.
This is now An escape But I don't know how to hold someone without losing my grip You'll say I Was bound to leave Since I first stepped across your borders - Hi.
- Hi, love, what can I get you? Can I have a portion of chips, please? But I heard you whisper in the dark That you knew where the light would be Thought I saw you shake against the black But I felt you moving beside me We are not alone When we are more alone Than we've ever been So hurry up and lose me Hurry up and find me again [CALL GOES UNANSWERED.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
I miss you.
[BIRD CALL ECHOES.]
[HE RATTLES THE DOOR.]
[HE BREATHES HEAVILY.]
The first area we're going to be going into is the older boys'.
But you don't have to worry about that, because you're going to be with the younger boys.
[HE MOUTHS.]
[OVERLAPPING VOICES ECHO.]
I'll smash your fucking head.
Little bitch.
[OVERLAPPING VOICES ECHO.]
Now, I don't want to see you in here.
Only in an emergency.
[HE GASPS.]
This is your room here on the right.
That's you.
Kieron's in there.
You can make friends with him.
- Hi.
- All right? I want you to make your bed, and I'm going to see you downstairs in half an hour for dinner.
All right? [OVERLAPPING VOICES ECHO.]
[OVERLAPPING VOICES ECHO.]
- Oh, hi, how are you doing? - All right, mate.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, good.
You're a bit breathless.
- I've just been running.
- Ah.
Can I get you something? Yeah, can I get a drink, please? Would you ever give us a clue? Er, yeah, can I have one of them fizzy oranges, please? Orange.
Would you like ice in it? Yeah.
No, tell you what, mate, it's okay.
Just give us a half of that stout there.
- Stout? OK, half of stout.
- Yeah.
A fucking half, Joe.
You beware of that.
Cal, make that a pint, and one for myself as well.
No, I only want a half.
This might sound like a foreign man, but he's an Irishman through and through, Ballybray, I swear to God.
You wouldn't think it, though.
A fucking half, Joe? Yeah, just a half, yeah.
Half.
A pint and a half? Let him have two halves, but put it into the one glass there.
OK, the big half, we call a pint, and another pint.
- Yeah.
- Two pints of stout.
- Yeah.
- I'll bring them over, Craigy, all right? We're over here if you want.
Thanks, Joe.
- For coming down, like.
- Oh.
Yeah.
House was chocka.
Michael's sister's staying.
Thought I'd give them a bit of space, you know.
It's a tidy shop, this.
Cal.
They do food of an evening.
That's where most of the business is, like.
And lunches in the daytime.
Okay, boys.
With the collar on that first, you'd think the Pope was coming.
Sláinte.
Cheers.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- Hello? - Hello.
Hello.
- Anna.
I need to talk to Anna.
- Yep.
No, wait, I can't hear you.
You have to go outside and get away from that music.
Anna.
I need to talk to Anna.
What? No.
She's in bed.
- Well, get her out of bed.
- No, she's in bed.
Who is it? Who is it? - It's Cal.
- It's Cal.
- Cal who? - Cal who? - Cal from The Barrack.
- Cal from The Barrack? Cal from The fucking Barrack? She's coming now.
Just calm down.
Yeah, okay.
She's coming.
Here.
- Hello? - Hello, Anna? - You've got to come down here.
- Jesus, Cal, that sounds like a wild one for a school night.
You need to get here now straight away.
I need you.
You need me? - Aye.
- For what? Your brother.
He's gone crazy here.
Is that him I can hear in the background? Come and get your brother and take him away out of here, - otherwise it'll be the guards for him.
- Oh, Jesus.
Yeah, I'll come down meself.
Just give me a few minutes to get changed.
- Okay.
Soon as you can.
- Right, thanks.
Okay, bye.
Bye.
- What was it? - Oh, fuck! It's Joseph.
Was that him singing in the background? - Yeah.
- Fuck! Cal's doing the fucking nut.
He wants to call the guards.
Is he no good on the drink? Fucked if I know.
Jesus, I've only known him a fucking wet minute.
- Put some music on or something.
- No music.
- Put the music on.
- No, no.
I swear to Let's have a disco! Fuck, bollocks, boring bastards.
You two are boring.
You are the life and soul of the fucking party.
Fair play dear, sing us a fucking song.
Fucking shit.
What else is in here? No, here, Joe, stop, she's going to get pissed.
I'm telling you, I'm gonna be fucking Put that bag down on the fucking floor! Don't, that's really fucking expensive.
Joe, stop, stop, stop! I don't want to fucking die in the car with you two twats.
Lippy Kiss me! Good lippies.
- Is that me fucking good lipstick? - We'll get it - We'll get it off of him.
- Joe! You've got £32 quid's worth of fucking good lipstick on your face, take it off, and put it back in the fucking bag.
I swear to God, if I have to pull over now, I'll fucking kill you.
Just give us a kiss, go on.
- Yeah, go on.
- Give us a kiss.
I put the lippy on her face! Joe, stop, she's really shit at driving at the best of times, - so don't piss her off.
- Brilliant.
- She's really pretty, isn't she? - Amazing.
- Isn't she dead pretty? - Mm, amazing.
ATTEMPTED IRISH ACCENT: She's beautiful, like a milky little maiden girl from the hilltops.
What accent is that? With the white little pinky skin.
Sorry, I'm only playing with you.
- I'm only messing.
- Sit back down.
What did you fucking drink? Oh, my God.
You've got lovely tits.
Sorry.
Sorry.
They are perky though, aren't they? Like little perky Like little youth club tits.
- That'll do, love.
- Really nice tits Can you tell your fucking brother to shut up? I remember youth club tits.
They were the best.
You sit back there and have a little dream about them.
- Like little pokey nipples.
- Will you fucking sit down? - Well, I'm only saying, like.
- Shut up! What you being all serious for? Because you're being fucking weird, Joe.
- I'm not being weird.
- Stop carrying on like that.
Fucking rein it in.
Just sit back in the fucking car.
- Sit back! - Fuck are you doing? What are you doing that for? There's no need for that.
What are you fucking doing? - [BLOWS LAND.]
- Ow! Fucking Shut the fuck up, will you? Thanks be to fucking God for that.
[ANNA SIGHS.]
What in the name of Jesus? Turns out me brother's a massive fucking dickhead.
[HE GROANS.]
[SNORING.]
[SNORING.]
[GROANING.]
[SNORING.]
Fuck.
- What are you doing? - Eh? It's my house.
Oh, fuck.
Fucking mouth's on fire.
I need some tablets.
Well, they're not going to be in a fucking book shelf.
Go back to bed.
I thought someone was in my house.
Fucking hell.
Come here.
Come on, sit down.
[HE EXHALES.]
Are you going to be sick? No.
No.
Fuck, I think I must've bit me tongue or something.
So it's the side of your jaw, is it? Yeah, yeah.
All in there.
It's fucking killing me.
It's absolutely killing me.
I'll go get you some tablets.
Okay.
[SHE GASPS.]
[HE GASPS.]
Here.
Ta.
Thanks.
[HE BELCHES LOUDLY.]
- Fucking hell.
- Excuse me, I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ, those kids are sleeping! Sorry.
Ah! How far can you open your jaw? Aw [HE BELCHES GENTLY.]
- I think I must have - Let me see.
Anything inside there? - You'll have to open up wider.
- I can't.
- Is it sore when you do this? - Argh! Fucking hell! Will I be able to get to a dentist? I'm 100% sure you don't need to go to the dentist.
I've cut me mouth, though.
It's almost a bit did you fucking whack me? No, it's not.
It's lipstick.
Here.
Fucking rub it off your face.
You look like a twat.
Why do I have lipstick on? Because you put it on.
Oh, fucking hell! Oh, man.
Why did you punch me? What did I do? You were just being a bit of a tool.
I must have done some fucking bad shit We were just talking about me tits and I smacked you.
- Talking about your what? - My tits, my boobs.
- Oh, I'm so fucking sorry.
- It's grand.
Oh, I really didn't mean that.
I know you didn't.
I know.
You were drunk.
Really, really drunk.
And funny.
But mostly you were being a twat, so - So, you spat at me? - Yeah.
- I'm so sorry.
- You're all right.
What was she like? Did she kick off? [SHE LAUGHS.]
Yeah, yeah.
I've never seen her that angry.
It was like veins coming out everywhere, and Oh, I've only been here two minutes.
Fucking hell, you didn't half crack me! I'm really sorry.
Honest to God, I'm That's fucking disgusting, trying to You're grand, you just had a kind of a - Get a grip of your tits and all that.
- You're fine, honestly.
I know, I know.
You know, and we were just You know.
Dealing with stuff.
Your little boy.
How is he? I didn't get through.
Tried to ring him but there was no answer.
There's a house phone here if you want to I can't phone him now, not like this.
It's just seeing you all, sitting in this room.
Do you know what I mean? What, playing happy family? Yeah.
And it's no excuse.
I'm not trying to make an excuse at all.
I just shouldn't drink.
I know I shouldn't drink.
Oh.
I was just missing him so much.
It's hard, isn't it? Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
What's his name? Jay.
Jay, that's cool.
Does he look like you? A little bit, yeah.
That's unfortunate! - I'm so sorry.
- Stop apologising.
[HE EXHALES.]
Please.
You know I get it.
Yeah, but sometimes, it fucking won't stop.
Do you know what I mean? Yeah.
It's tiring.
You kind of come here and hope that the noise and all that will block it out or something.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- I'm just a fuck-up.
- Fine.
And you are and you're gorgeous.
I don't want to fuck you up as well.
You can't.
[SMOOCHING.]
Ahem! Oh, don't mind me.
I just came down for about fucking ten or 12 Valium to try and settle me head after tonight.
- I'm really sorry.
- Sorry about that.
Can I get you something while I'm up? Cup of tea, a little red light-bulb, some mood music, couple of condoms? What the fuck? It wasn't her fault, it was mine.
She was I was talking, and she was just listening to me.
- Really? - It was me.
No, - it was me, honest to God.
- Wipe that smile off your face.
You get a teeny-tiny pass, teeny, but if you ever, ever fucking come back here in that state again, I'll pack your bags and put you out.
I won't do that again.
I'm terribly sorry.
But this, whatever this fucking hilarity is, is over right now.
Look at me, Dinah, so I know you hear me.
100%.
What the fuck is your deal? Boxing the jaws off him one minute, and chawing the jaws off him the next? Very Liz Taylor of you.
Yeah, we're going to bed.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Right.
Romeo, you get back to your fucking bed.
Okay.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Fucking monumental prick, you.
- And you - Sorry.
Sorry? - We were just having a talk.
- Yeah, looked like it.
Cosy.
Are you fucking joking me with this shit? The amount of times I've fucking opened me door, me ear, me fucking heart to you.
I'm going through this fucking shit and this is what you do to me? This feels like a massive fucking slap in the face.
Massive.
- [SHE LAUGHS.]
- It's not fucking funny! I'm not, I'm just I don't give a shit about you at the moment.
He is my priority.
I have absolutely no problem packing your shit up and fucking you out in the street.
No problem at all.
And I'll do it.
No matter what Michael says, I'm telling you.
This is just a little bit more than I can take at the minute, okay? Lie down and pull that fucking duvet all the way up.
I'll be doing a sweep every fucking half hour to make sure your fucking youth-club-quality tits are still under your fucking T-shirt.
They're there, yeah.
Thanks for this.
Aces.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
Fuck! [SHE EXHALES.]
Some can of piss, your mate, isn't he? You know, your all singing, all dancing, fucking lipstick-wearing alter ego.
Joe, fuck.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Epic show.
Michael must think I'm a fucking ball bag.
He thinks you're hilarious.
All the little stories I told him about last night, he was pissing his fucking britches laughing.
Getting on my wick.
You didn't tell him about the tits and everything, did you? No.
You would be at a B&B if I fucking told him about that.
I kept all the incriminating stuff to myself.
You know, I shouldn't drink.
None of us should drink.
No, I really shouldn't drink.
Why not? I'm an alcoholic.
Oh.
Shit.
I haven't had a drink for two years.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
That's it, I have got to stop lying to you.
I had a drink the other week.
Back home.
That's why I came here.
So, it's not coming here that's pushed you off the wagon? No, I think it was Shay leaving me.
You know, it was just everything.
You know, you work so hard for something and you you do all the right things and then, you know, to have it taken away from you, to lose it all That's not the first time you've lost it all.
Oh, shit, and I was such a bitch to you last night.
I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault.
What kind of an alcoholic are you? Are you a fucking bottle of vodka before work or off switch broken kind of? All of it.
So, you just can't drink? No.
No, I shouldn't.
Yeah, well, judging on fucking last night's display, you shouldn't.
I'm sorry about her as well, all that stuff, do you know what I mean? On that, erm, aside from all the shit you've got going on, it's not a good idea.
She's What's the right thing to say about her? She's a hot mess.
She lets on everything's okay, but she's carrying around shit, you know? I'm an idiot.
You don't need it, with everything else, so you're just going to have to park your bike down someone else's lane.
What you got there, Glenn? It's what's called a white bap.
Yeah, but what's in it? - Probably corned beef.
- Jeez, I hate corned beef.
Love it.
Nice and flavourful.
Fried corned beef? Christ almighty.
Oh, look who it is, look.
Have a good day, all right? - See you later.
- See you later.
See you later! - See you, love! - Do some work! Yeah, yeah.
Cheeky.
Here he is, here he is! - Did you get a bollocking? - Yeah.
I hear you can't handle your drink, young man? Can't handle a packet of wine by myself! Never mind a pint to start.
Surprised you're here at all! Janine? Janine, sorry.
It's Janine, right? Yeah? Yeah, sorry you probably don't remember me, but you dealt with my case.
Yeah, I do remember.
It's Dinah, isn't it? Yeah.
Yeah.
You've changed, sorry.
Yeah, my mum was in control of the hairbrush back then.
The clothes and everything else, yeah.
I remember your mother.
Hey, I don't really know, I don't want to be wasting your time, or the system's time but I didn't know what was the best way for me to make contact.
Make contact with me? No, with my son.
I've been looking into it and I'm not an idiot.
I know that it's, erm I have to, you know, go through you and - I just really wanted to see him.
- I'm really We need to make an appointment.
Yeah, I don't know how, like What I need to do is to check out what the parents agreed to, erm They probably agreed to potential future contact.
They they usually do.
- We encourage them to.
- Okay.
But I have to tell you that it is up to your little boy's adoptive parents.
They they make the call and sometimes they change their minds, depending on where they're at and what they think is best for for the little boy.
So, it's completely off the cards, then, is it, really? - You can just tell me now.
- No No, I can't say until I look at the files.
- Okay.
- Leave it with me, and I can't talk to you now because I'm on my way home, but I'll be in tomorrow.
And, erm - Could I make an appointment? - No, no, I Let's say can you make 1:30? 1:30? Lunchtime? Yeah, yeah, I can do that.
Do you want me to bring anything? I don't I don't, erm Don't need to bring anything, I'll have the files up, we'll take it from there.
Okay? - Yeah.
- You won't forget? No, what time was it, sorry? Fuckin' - 1:30.
- 1:30.
- Okay - I've got it in my head, have you got in yours? Yeah, I'm going to write it on a sticky note.
That's a good woman.
Stick it on my face.
- Side of my head.
- You haven't lost your sense of humour.
No.
Erm - Okay.
- You're looking good.
Yeah, thank you.
Great job.
- All right? - Yeah.
Is your head all right? Yeah, it's getting there.
And the lads are okay with you? Yeah.
Couple of pussy jokes and that.
But, yeah, not too bad.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Well, mate, er, sorry.
- Why? - No, I'm just You know, last night It's all right, I told you, it doesn't matter.
I shouldn't drink.
That's my problem.
I shouldn't drink.
Look, I've been meaning to say to you anyway, if you ever want to talk to anybody, you know, I'm there, you know? It's not your problem.
Tell me to fuck off if you'd like, but, you know, I was in that place as well, Joe.
I know you were only there for a short time but it leaves its mark on you, you know? No, mate, like I've said to you you know, I don't remember anything, yeah? You ran away, though, didn't you? Yeah, I ran away, yeah.
Why do you think you did that? What do you mean? Forget it.
Yeah, I ran away.
I fucking ran away.
- They just took my sister off me! - Yeah.
Yeah? So, I wanted to run away, so I ran away.
What the What the fuck's it got to do with you, mate? Because it was bad bastards - in there, Joe.
- Yeah, I know it was! What do you keep asking me all these questions for? Eh? Look, don't try and fucking psychoanalyze me, mate.
- I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you.
- You fucking are! You fucking are.
Look, don't try and put me in your boat.
What happened to you? Was you fucking bummed or something? Fuck off, Joe.
Was you part of a little bum gang or something? You trying to put me in there? Did a fucking priest suck your cock or something? Hey, stop trying to fucking get in my head, mate.
Because my head's not that good at the minute and I don't fucking need you in there.
Okay? I don't need it, mate.
Knock it off, Joe, all right? I was reaching out my hand to you, yeah? - Fuck you.
- And I don't fucking want it.
I don't need it, mate.
No, I'm sorry, Craigy.
Sorry, mate.
Fucking questions.
Fucking hand.