No wait.
No. Shut up. Wait. It’s...
That was wonderful Sorcha.
That’s a powerful angle he’s sticking out at.
They did say wait a couple of months—
Well I couldn’t wait a couple of months.
It’ll probably even out.
Right, who's hungry?
Jesus, I thought you'd never ask.
Now Sean
I know you were never one for picnics
but as it’s your Month’s Mind
I say you’ve got no choice
but to lie there and be quiet
and you'll have to forgive the state of these.
Never did quite master the special technique
you were always banging on about.
Are these Daddy’s sandwiches?
Cajun chicken, shitty American cheese
gherkins, honey on Hovis best of both.
No crusts.
Anyone for hot choccy?
Ferg?
Suit yourself.
Does anybody want to say something?
Like what?
I don't know.
Something nice about your Daddy.
I'll go
Sean, you were a better father
than you were a son.
Right. Very good Deirdre.
And I miss you
and I can't believe you're gone
and no Mummy
should ever have to bury their child
and...
so on and so forth.
Sorcha pet?
Hi, Daddy.
It's me.
I wanted to say
I miss you
lots
and I miss you
picking me up from school every day.
And I miss how you always let me
lick the sticky bit of the rollie.
Jesus Sean.
I take mine back.
Ferg?
I’ll take that as my cue then.
Okay.
Well Sean love
can't believe it's been a month.
A whole month without your stupid face
in the house.
If it had been in different circumstances
I might’ve actually enjoyed it.
But no.
No, can’t say I've enjoyed not waking up to you
snoring away beside me every night.
Or not being able to hear you
accuse everyone of fiddling with the thermostat.
Or not being able to watch you
tear the arse out of making a bloody sandwich.
She's not got the gift son.
Well things weren't always easy
and frankly they were bloody hard
most of the time.
I just wanted you to know
that I never once
never once doubted
that we'd come out the other side.
And even though you're not.
Not here.
I still don’t doubt it.
For all of your many
many faults.
It's your love
and your kindness and your silliness.
That's rubbed off on--
Could you stop talking about him
like he’s still fucking here!
Look all you've done for the past month
is shite on about how great
how funny how nice Dad was.
Well he obviously wasn't
that fucking great, was he?
Fergal, come on now son—
Love?
Fucking kindness.
Okay, so if he really loved his family
he wouldn’t have just left us would he?
He wouldn't have just quit
like a fucking loser.
Fergal stop.
Do you think he thought?
You know about how all of this would feel
you know how miserable
he'd make everything, make me.
I fucking hate him.
And he obviously fucking hated us too.
Either that
or you drove him to it.
With all of your mental shit.
Don't you heed a word of that.
Not one single word.
No, leave him be.
He’ll feel bad about that soon enough.
Come on,
we'll have a hot chocolate in the car.
I’ll stick on the Nolan show.