[woman on TV] A prima ballerina is a ballet dancer,
the chief ballet dancer, the most important dancer of all,
who dances all by herself.
[mice from Bagpuss squeak]
[mouse] The marvellous, mechanical prima ballerina.
[Professor Yaffle mutters]
Morning. Morning. Anybody for Mass this morning?
[creaking]
[woman] Mass? No?
- [speaks incomprehensibly] - Do you want to go to Mass?
- The toilet? - [speaks incomprehensibly]
Try this.
- First line? - [speaks incomprehensibly]
A? B? C? C.
First line? Second... CA?
First line? Second line? First line?
Cab?
First line? Second line?
Look at these, aren't they beautiful?
Cable?
- [woman shrieks] - [woman] Oh, my God.
Jesus. Annie! Annie!
[TV.: narrator yawns]
[TV] Bagpuss gave a big yawn and settled down to sleep.
Hello, Rory.
My name is Eileen Sheehy.
l hope you're at home with us here at Carrigmore.
- Do l get a front-door key? - We don't give front-door keys out.
lt's not home then, is it?
Hello, everybody.
We have Rory O'Shea, who's come to live with us for a while.
Now, just introduce yourself, Rory.
Rory O'Shea. Duchenne muscular dystrophy.
Besides the full vocal range, l have the use of two fingers,
sufficient for self-propulsion and self-abuse.
Shake my hand or kiss my arse, but don't expect me to reciprocate.
We don't tolerate coarse language here, Rory.
ls it always this much fun, or is today's somebody's birthday?
Was the penthouse not available?
[nurse] This is the only room. People are queuing to get in.
And dying to get out.
l suppose it's only a temporary arrangement.
Would you like to go to bed now, Michael?
[running water]
- Well? - Not at all.
- What? - Not a whisper.
[stereo.: Avalanches: Frontier Psychiatry]
[horse whinnies]
- [man on song] ls Dexter ill today? - [woman] Dexter's in school.
l'm afraid he's not, Miss Fishborne.
Dexter's truancy problem is way out of hand.
The Baltimore County School Board have decided to expel Dexter
from the entire public school system.
[music continues]
[alarm blares]
All right.
[horse whinnies]
[music blares]
Rory, you can't play loud music in the middle of the night.
Have you no respect for the others?
[Rory] They haven't earned my respect.
That's my music.
That's my fucking music! l need to listen to that!
lf you continue this behaviour l'll have to take this.
l'm getting my own home soon anyway.
Until you do, you're here, OK? And there are rules here.
Aggression. Shouting. Singing in the middle of the night? No!
Have you no consideration for other people?
lf they can hear me, at least they know they're fucking alive.
lf you're alive, shout! Shout if you're alive! Free the Carrigmore fucking One.
Somebody shout! She's stolen my stereo! lt's robbery!
[straining]
Are you going to paint something, Rory?
Give us that.
Finished.
What are you looking at, Mary?
[speaks incomprehensibly]
My Swahili's a bit off the boil. Do you speak any English?
- [Michael speaks] - Use your card, for Christ's sake!
[nurse] l'll take that.
lt's got the alphabet on it. He spells out words.
- Does it take long? - Half the fucking day.
- Language, Tommy. - Are you worth it?
Are you worth the effort?
ls there a mind in there?
Cerebral palsy. Fucks your brain.
- Don't expect Einstein. - You'd be Stephen Hawking then?
There's nothing wrong with my brain. lt's the rest of me that's bollocksed.
Ran my bike into a tree.
ls that your most intelligent act to date?
Fuck off, the pair of you.
[grunts]
- You all right? - [Michael speaks]
We've got to take your measurement for the sleep system we were talking about.
l'm going to try to get you as straight as possible.
- [tyres screech] - [nurse] Just relax.
Just try to relax there. OK?
So left side, 40.
- 44. - 44.
Yeah.
Right side, 39.
49.
You all right, Michael?
- How are yous? - Are you looking for something, Rory?
Nah.
- Are you enjoying that? - [Michael speaks]
You're all right. Do you want me to get your card?
[Michael speaks]
l'll get your card.
lt's all right, he just wants me to go away.
He says l'm driving him up the wall.
Love to see you try that one, Mary.
- Did you understand what he said? - Yeah.
OK, smart boy, guess who this is.
Strict rules of golf, Goldfinger.
- Emperor Hirohito of Japan. - Emperor...
lt's Roger Moore, you dope. Here, l've a good one for you.
[imitates Michael] Who am l being now?
Er, don't know, Tommy, who are you being now?
Michael Connolly.
- How are you, Michael? - [Michael speaks]
Er, yeah, l can understand you.
How?
l spent six years in a class next to a kid
that makes you sound like Laurence fucking Olivier.
- [Michael speaks] - What's he say now?
l think he said you were a prick.
Ah, fuck off, the pair of yous.
Look at you.
Will l tell...
Will l tell people what you say with my gift?
- My gift. - Would you like your bath now?
Only if you wash my gift.
[laughs]
My gift.
l'll give you a fucking gift.
Annie, my hair gel's in the bag.
Sorry, Mrs Sheehy says we haven't the time to tease those spikes every day.
Mary. Look what that bitch Delilah's done to me.
What are you laughing at?
Not too much. Are you listening to me?
[Michael speaks]
Start with the back of the head.
You should think about sprucing your image up a bit, Mary.
lt's all about looks these days.
- Who buys your clothes for you? - [Michael speaks]
Annie?
Jesus. Have you ever looked at what she wears?
Do you not go and shop for yourself?
l suppose you don't get out much, do you?
What's out there?
Out there is out there.
l should be out there.
Don't you want to be like everyone else?
You know, get drunk...
...get arrested, get laid.
Huh?
How long you been living in places like this?
- [Michael speaks] - All your life?
What crime did you commit?
Unarmed robbery?
[laughs] Bit of a comedian, are we, Mary?
Bottle of ketchup. An onion.
Eileen. See you've had your hair done as well.
[Rory] Fashion's a cruel mistress.
[TV] l saw a ship a sailing A sailing on the sea
And oh the ship was laden With pretty things for me
There were some comfits in the cabin And apples in the hold...
- Very cosy, Son. - lt'll do for now.
Hey, come and meet my friend. Dad, this is Hugh Grant.
Pleased to meet you, Hugh. How you doing?
[Michael speaks]
He says he likes your hat.
- lt's funny you mention this hat. - Dad.
This is a fine, big room you have here, Hugh.
Fair play to you.
Oh, they're lovely. Did you do them yourself?
Dad, are you coming for a cup of tea?
Right, Son. See you later, Hugh.
- Nice fella. - [lift bell]
- Did you see them on Wednesday? - Nah.
They don't have cable here.
- l watched it in Mullins. - Did you, yeah?
They're very leaky at the back.
And they've no width. None at all.
This is better than the last place.
They're all the same.
- How's your breathing? - ln and out.
- lf you wanted to come home... - l'm all right, Dad.
- lt'd be no trouble. - l'm all right.
Dad.
Couldn't lend us some money, could you?
l want to buy a suit.
[Michael speaks]
My dad?
Did you have a good look at him?
He can barely look after himself.
What about you? Where are your parents?
Fergus Connolly.
ls that your dad?
Does he come to see you?
And your mother?
[Michael speaks]
She died and he dumped you?
What a bastard.
Does he know he has a secret fan club?
Go on! Help the poor unfortunates. Earn your place in heaven.
You buy a cripple a Harley Davidson you reduce the dependant population.
Hey, how are you, love? How are you?
Give us some money. You've got lovely legs.
Hey, get your eyes off her. l saw her first.
- You filthy mongrel. - [Annie] Thanks a lot.
l've had more girlfriends than you've had speech therapy sessions.
[Michael speaks]
l'm not exactly built for long- term relationships.
Anyhow, what about you? Have you ever had your end away?
Saving yourself for the big wedding night, are you?
Very romantic, Michael.
[woman] Thank you.
Follow me. l'll show you some real romance.
[music plays]
Here, this'll do.
See anyone you fancy?
Over there.
Keep your mouth shut. l'll do the talking.
Congratulations, you've been chosen cripple companions of the month.
l'm Rory, this is Michael, and we come bearing treasure in our laps.
- l've got a badge already. - Here's the deal.
We buy the drinks, you hold them for us. How does that sound?
- Sounds all right. - Excellent. Take it out of this.
[Michael speaks]
No. lt's for funding the needs of the disabled.
l'm disabled and l need a drink.
Life is dishonest, Michael.
There you go.
Thanks.
[cheering]
[girls cheer]
We're in a show. He sings, l dance.
- l don't believe you. - You better.
- What's it about? - These two guys in wheelchairs.
They're not much to look at. My character is quite handsome.
And they go to a pub and meet these two girls.
And they kiss them. And the girls fall in love with them.
- And they take them home. - Thanks, lads. We have to go.
l want to hear the end of the story.
- This is the end of the story. - l'm just getting to the good bit.
l can't go anywhere. l'm blocked. l can barely stand up.
You can't be as bad as us, we're legless.
Hey, do you like that? There's more where that came from.
- You've lovely eyes. - They're my second-best feature.
Night.
See ya.
What did l tell ya? Eh?
Same again?
- Oh. - Watch where you're going.
You're all right, none of it went on me.
lf l was in a wheelchair, l wouldn't look for trouble?
- You starting? - [Michael speaks]
His mother sucks what?
Come here, you prick.
You bastard.
Picking on a fella in a wheelchair?!
Fuck it.
- He's not worth it. You're right. - That's not what your girlfriend said.
Stop it. lf he'd hit you in the mouth you'd have nothing that works.
l have a part or two below that might, given the right stimulus.
- [Michael speaks] - He wants to know your name.
- Siobhan. - He's Michael. l'm Trouble.
- Yeah, l can see that. - Listen, Siobhan.
Could you help a poor cripple out of a predicament?
Depends on the predicament.
l need someone to unzip my pants and direct the hose.
- [Michael speaks] - Michael wants to go home.
- That isn't what l had in mind. - Your mind isn't difficult to read.
Hey. What you doing tomorrow night?
Staying out of trouble. So should you.
Where's the fun in that? We'd never have met you.
Beautiful? Yes, she is.
- Hey, girls. - l love your dress.
How are yous?
Sorry, lads. McGuvan's, round to the right.
- We've come to boogie. - Not with them boots, you're not.
ls that the club talking or is that you?
Hey. On this door, l am the club.
ls he all right?
He says you're in breach of EU Directive 739, Section 6B.
Discrimination against persons with disability.
ln places of public entertainment.
- [Michael speaks] - [Rory] lt's a 2,000 euro fine.
Payable by the official denying entry. That's you, pal.
How are you, Garda?
Look, l don't want any trouble from the law.
You just bought yourself a load. My friend is a barrister.
Did you just make that up?
You little legal genius.
Right. lnside. But remember for future reference, wheelchair night's Monday.
Keep by the fucking wall.
[loud dance music]
[Rory] Come on, Michael. Yeah!
Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo!
Come on, come and dance with me.
Sure it's dancing! What do you think l'm doing inside?
[Rory] Whoo!
Cos looking back it was easy
Easy
Cos looking back it was easy
Oh, yeah
lt was easy
Looking back...
Look who it is.
Come on, Michael! Yes!
- [Rory] Are you OK? - [Michael speaks]
Well, piss faster.
[Michael speaks]
Yeah.
l was wet anyway.
Have we got enough money for a taxi?
[Michael speaks]
Show me the way to Carrigmore...
l'm sorry, Eileen, l told Michael we should be getting back here,
that you'd be worried about us, but he insisted that we stay.
[Michael speaks]
That's what l heard, Michael.
Let's face it, you're not that easy to understand sometimes.
You have to agree, Eileen.
The collection had to be abandoned because of you.
And as for you, Michael,...
...l am just so disappointed in you.
You have never been any trouble before.
lt was my fault, Eileen.
l led him astray, and l've disgraced myself.
Oh, yes, you have.
So if you just change my underpants, we'll say no more about it.
[running water]
So er... l'm going out.
Yeah, of course you can come.
Do you possess a suit?
Rory O'Shea.
Hello again, Rory.
This is Michael Connolly. He's my lawyer.
Oh, right.
OK, this is your third application for the independent living allowance.
Your previous applications were refused on the grounds
that you were unsuited for self-regulation
and lacking responsibility for the employment of others.
Would you tell us what's changed since your last application?
Er, well, l... l'm learning that l have a lot of energy.
And l'm coming to terms with learning to control that energy
and use it for... constructive, productive purposes.
And l think that's progress.
Yeah, l... l think that's progress.
Er, Rory,... you know our funds are very limited.
Yeah.
And er... we have to disperse them in the wisest way possible.
- [Rory] Mm-hm. - OK.
Now l'm afraid that we've heard a story
concerning the mishandling of some collection money.
Rory, it's just this scheme demands
a level of maturity and responsibility from its candidates.
Don't lecture me about maturity. l'm not a fucking cheese.
[woman] We're not sure independent living is the best choice for you.
Choice?
ls this an application or has a choice already been made?
Can l suggest we meet again in six months to review the situation?
Under EU Directive 5096,...
- ...discrimination against... - l'm not sure l know that directive.
lt means you have to do what l say.
Or it's a 2,000 euro fine, isn't it?
lsn't it?
lt's a 15,000 euro fine.
All l'm asking for is the chance to live in my own home.
- Are we agreed on six months? - Six months!
Six months, Rory, it's not that long.
Some fucking lawyer you are!
[Rory] Open the door!
- Leave me alone. - [Michael speaks]
lt's not OK. l have to get out of here! l'm going to fucking die!
[Michael speaks]
[music plays]
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
Lovely to see everyone here enjoying themselves.
Hi, Annie.
One false move and l'm yours.
Sing this one. Here we go.
He's got the little pretty baby in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
Have l done something to make you unhappy here?
No?
lndependent living isn't for everyone.
You certainly won't get the level of care you're used to here.
lf anything should happen to you, God forbid, l won't be there.
[Rory] l'm appealing because l am a marked man.
- Slow down. - l can't. Type faster.
You've rejected my application three times
on the word of interfering, dried-up bitches
that wouldn't know responsibility if it bit their fat arses.
- Do you want to rethink that phrasing? - Yeah, it needs to be punchier.
Now type it.
Hey, it's Judge Mumbles. What you after?
- Michael Connolly. - Ah, Michael, come in.
Rory. Erm...
lf you don't mind, it's Michael's application we're hearing.
You'll hear it. You won't understand it.
Rory, can you wait outside, please?
Between us we've enough experience of applicants with speech difficulties
to be able to manage without you.
- Thanks, Rasheen. - [door closes]
Now, Michael, the purpose of this chat
is to assess what you believe the philosophy to be
behind independent living.
''lndependent living allows me to grow and mature as a person.''
''lt helps me fulfil the potential within myself...
...which is not always realised by institutional living.''
''lt opens the way for me to make a real contribution...
...and to live a fuller life.''
Thank you, that's a very good answer.
Michael, you appreciate that we will pay for a personal assistant,
but you need to find accommodation. Have you found somewhere?
OK, well, in that case, l think we can approve your application.
There is just one concern.
Your decision not to use speech aids.
Will that not make things harder in the long run?
[Rory] ''l don't need speech aids,...
[Michael speaks]
...as l will have a full- time, live-in interpreter.''
[woman] l'm sorry. Who?
''Rory O'Shea.''
Two for the price of one.
l'm out! Can you hear me? l'm out!
- You hear that? l'm out! - [Michael speaks]
How did you come up with those answers?
You read their brochure?
You read their brochure back to them?
That's genius!
All we need to do now is get a flat.
[Michael speaks]
How much?
And also, the neighbours are very nice.
- Are they quiet? - Very quiet.
You're really going to like this.
[Rory] Hey. Hey!
There's a bit of a problem. Can you guess what it is?
lt's a shame. You would have loved the view.
400 a month.
Yeah, that's a two-bedroom flat, city centre, yeah?
Excellent. What's that?
400 a week?
Right, we'll have a think about it and get back to you.
All right, bye-bye.
Listen, Michael, do you really want to leave Carrigmore?
Would you be prepared to do anything you could?
[chatter]
- Fergus Connolly? - Just in there.
- Can l help you? - Michael Connolly for Fergus Connolly.
- Do you have an appointment? - He does, but he's late.
- What time was it for? - Er... 1981.
- Traffic was murder. - l'm sorry, Mr Connolly is not here.
[male voice in office]
Really?
- Fergus Connolly! Fergus Connolly! - Guard.
l'm sorry, gentlemen, l'm going to ask you to leave.
They're causing a disturbance.
Fergus, it's lovely to meet you. l'm Rory O'Shea.
This is Michael Connolly.
We've come to report a blatant case of criminal neglect.
lt's all right, guard, l'll handle this. Thanks.
Come on in.
George, l'll see you later in Nesbits.
Bye-bye. Seven o'clock.
lt's a nice room.
- What do you want? - Try asking him.
Go on, he's waiting for you.
He thinks you have nothing in your head.
Tell him.
He's shy.
And he's proud.
Michael didn't even want to come here today.
For some reason he thought it was demeaning
to seek out the gobshite that flushed him at birth.
l had to persuade him.
What do you need from me?
Ground-floor flat, two bedrooms, wheelchair access.
Michael needs a home.
What then?
You'll get what you had before we came in.
OK.
lt wasn't planned as a joyful family reunion.
We went there to blackmail the bastard. Mission accomplished.
We got a home out of it.
Somewhere we can live.
You'd better take it, or we're both fucked.
Trust me, Michael.
lt'll be worth it.
[thunder rumbles]
Right, lads, there yous are.
Come on in now till l show you.
Ah. Ah, this is amazing.
- This is amazing. - [man] Bedroom number one.
This one's mine! This one's mine!
Shower. The whole shebang.
Kitchen.
Lefty.
There you are, all mod cons for you.
A few bits and pieces still to go in.
And the living room.
Lovely colours.
Now, the lighting can be voice activated.
This switch here if you want to use it.
- On! - [beep]
- Off! - [beep]
[Michael speaks]
Right, well, if there's nothing else, l'll leave the keys with you, boys.
Right?
Lefty. Lefty!
[builder] ls that my paper?
No rules.
No rules, no Delilah.
No interfering old bitches. Just you and me in cripple heaven.
Freedom!
So after 16 years' military service l felt a change was required.
l want to do some humanitarian work.
Could you straighten up while l'm talking to you?
Well now, aren't you great lads for giving this a bash?
Trying it on your own. Why not?
Jesus loves you, Michael. Jesus loves you, Rory.
My work with you people would be an expression of that love.
Will l have to push you two around all day?
[man] Spaghetti bolognese, that sort of thing. l've a recipe for that.
[foreign language] ...cookies.
We'll have a great laugh. l'm great fun to be around.
Do yous ever dress up?
l mean, as animals, or whatever.
No.
Not really.
- We could though, if... - No, l have a real problem with that.
[Rory] Jesus, there's no way he's working for us.
You know when something just makes you feel sick?
What you doing?
[man] Siobhan, have you not done the Pot Noodles yet? Get a move on.
How are you?
No. l'm not qualified.
You have the best qualifications we've seen in a long time.
- Really? - Definitely.
- l already have a job. - Yeah, you do, stacking shelves.
lt's temporary.
- Who would l be working for? - Me.
Him. Me and him.
Come on, we'd be no trouble.
He can hardly talk and l'm pretty quiet myself.
Oh, Jesus, l don't know.
- l've never done anything like this. - Excellent. Neither have we.
[cartoon music on TV]
We're fucking off.
The pair of us.
With her?
Good man.
See yous.
Hey, Delilah, we've paid our debt to society,
we've learned our lesson, you won't be seeing us back.
Michael, a little something for you.
And you know that if things don't work out for you you're always welcome here.
Goodbye, Michael.
Goodbye, Rory.
l know we haven't always gotten along, Eileen,
and if l've said anything to offend you at any time...
...then er... then good.
lt'll all end in tears.
[woman] Bye, Michael. Bye, Rory.
- Hey, this is all right. - Yeah. lt's bigger than it looks.
- Where'll l put this? - Stick it in there on my bed.
- They've delivered the telly. - That's a big bed for a little man.
- Raging Speed Horn? - Yeah, stick it on and make some tea.
Oh, champagne. Fantastic.
All right. Siobhan, we'll have some goat's cheese, some Casher Blue,
some St Brendan brie and some of the holy Swiss stuff.
ls that foie gras? Excuse me, is that...? We'll have some foie gras.
We'll have some venison pate.
We will have some truffles.
There you are. That's 415.28 euros, please.
[Rory] Yeah, definitely, this spicy one's really good.
Michael, you should try this one.
- [Siobhan laughs] - [Rory] Who the fuck...?
- OK, you all right? - Just got to lift it up now.
- Come on. - OK. You're comfortable?
- Yeah, yeah. - OK.
- You're doing good. - Are you being sarcastic? Fuck you.
- [iron hisses] - [Siobhan] You all right?
[cap clatters]
[toothbrush whirs]
[Michael shouts]
Oh, wait, l'll be back in a minute.
What? Siobhan.
- [Michael shouts] - OK, l've got it.
OK?
Oh! Fuck! Shit! Bollocks!
- [Siobhan shouts] - [Michael shouts]
[Rory shouts]
- [Michael speaks] - Yes?
[Michael speaks]
[Rory] Do you have a boyfriend?
Er, l used to.
[Michael speaks]
- Did l what? - Did you love him?
Yeah.
[Michael speaks]
Did you want to marry him?
[Siobhan chuckles] l never really thought about it.
Come on, now, did he break your little heart?
- Do you want to go under a bus? - Do you want to go under a wheelchair?
- [Michael speaks] - Yeah, shut up, Rory.
Yeah, shut up, Rory.
Here, listen to this.
l really like this song.
[ Johnny Cash: Hurt]
- Can l ask you something? - Mm-hm.
Were you born like this?
- Like what? - Dodgy hair and shit taste in music.
No. No, that's something l've had to work long and hard at.
l focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole...
Will l do your hair?
Try to kill it all away
But l remember everything
What have l become?
My sweetest friend
Every one l know
Goes away
ln the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
l will let you down
l will make you hurt...
Mister. Are you a goblin?
No, l'm not a fucking goblin.
- ls that an electric chair? - Yeah.
Bet you it's not as fast as my scooter.
How much money have you got?
lt's important there's no cheating. Nobody go till l say go. All right?
Ready, steady, go.
[laughs]
Get your hands in your pockets.
Come on!
[laughs]
Whoo!
- Come on! - Come on!
- [beeping] - Battery!
- How could you lose that? - You should have won that.
- You cheated. - And we still beat you.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next time, babyface.
- Compound. - Compound.
- Go again. - Compound.
Hello?
- [Michael speaks] - Beast.
[growls]
- [Siobhan giggles] - Siobhan.
[Rory] Am l hibernating? ls this me till spring?
What is that? l'll be there in a minute.
All right. l'll make myself a cup of tea while l'm waiting.
lf you like.
[loud rock music]
Rory, can you turn it down?
We can't hear ourselves think.
What do you have to think about? Hey, hey, hey.
This is my room, that's my music and l want to listen to it. Turn it back on.
This may be your room, but it's his flat. We need to have some rules.
- Rules? Fuck your rules. - God, he's a moody bollocks, isn't he?
- l won't have you imposing rules on me. - What? He's the best?
- Michael, tell her to come back here. - l better go and sort him out.
Siobhan!
- What? - lt's not yourjob to make rules.
Yourjob's to do what we tell you to do.
l do the interpreting. You do the cleaning, make the tea and cleaning up.
You are our servant, Siobhan.
Our skivvy.
Our slave.
Will you shut up, or do l have to make you?
l'd like to see you try.
Just remember, you're a servant too.
Mr lnterpreter.
- [door slams] - [Siobhan] OK, where were we?
Will you hold that, Michael?
[door opens]
l'll be back in a minute.
[door closes]
What's the matter with you?
Did you get a hard-on?
Come on. What did she do?
Ho! Did you see that, Michael?
That was life passing you by.
Come on, let's go out.
You're waiting for Siobhan? What for?
What you going to do, sit in here and have her do everything for you?
Come on, let's go out.
Fine. See you later.
You know what you're doing?
You're building a little Carrigmore for yourself.
You looking for your friend?
He'll be back in a minute.
[siren]
[tyres screech]
- [Rory yells] You fuck! - Out of the car.
- l'm a cripple. - You'll be a cripple tonight if...
Look, that's my chair. Careful! lt's my fucking chair!
l'll erm...
- Who's in charge of you? - [Michael speaks]
Hey, shut... No fucker's in charge of me!
Put him back in his chair. Get this car out of here.
- Aren't you going to arrest me? - No.
That's discrimination. You're only doing that because l'm disabled.
- lt's my civil right to be arrested. - Look, just...
Name and address. We'll leave it at that, right?
You'll have to kick it out of me, you bastard.
- [Michael speaks] - Hey.
- [Michael speaks] - What?
- [Michael speaks] - Rory's a what?
- Hi. - Yeah?
l'm here for Rory O'Shea. He's in a wheelchair.
Him? We let him go about half an hour ago.
Oh, what?
l offered to take him home but he wouldn't come.
- Did he say where he was going? - No.
[seagulls cry]
Hey. Hey!
You little fucking shit, give me my hat back.
- Come and get it. - Give me my hat or l'll kill you.
Come on or l'll run you over, you little...
- You have to catch me. Come and get it. - Fuck! Hey!
Come here!
Thanks for the hat.
[radio] This is the midnight news from Lorne O'Brian.
Six armed nationals were in custody tonight following...
Do you want some more tea?
[Rory] Rory O'Shea, in the house.
[door closes]
Where were you?
Michael was worried sick about you.
Were you worried about me, Michael?
Escaping from jail.
l was down to go at 11.30. l'm not charging you, but l have my own life.
And l haven't?
- That's not what l meant. - lt wasn't her fault?
Your knight in shining pyjamas says l have to leave you alone.
Five minutes. l can either get you ready for bed or you can slag the both of us.
- Up to you, but... - Come back, Delilah, all is forgiven.
Don't you lecture me about responsibility.
lf it wasn't for me you'd be sitting in your own shite in Carrigmore
spelling out ''toilet'' on that card.
- Don't say that. - Don't tell me what to do.
[door slams]
[Michael speaks]
l don't want your help.
l don't want anyone's help.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Rory.
What?
No.
She's not on our side.
She's paid to do what we tell her to do.
Well, l really like her.
A lot.
Oh, Michael, man.
You haven't told her how you feel, have you?
Help you?
Help you what?
Help you make a prick of yourself?
What have you got to offer a woman like that?
Cop on to yourself.
Get a tape recorder and fucking listen to yourself.
Stop for a minute and take a look at yourself in a mirror.
You boys really need some new clothes.
Thank you.
- How are you, Hugh? - [Michael speaks]
Hello there.
- Might be a bit early for this. - Jesus, never too early, Dad.
ln you get.
Fair play to you. A place of your own.
lt's not really mine, Dad.
Happy birthday, Son. The key to the door.
- What have l told you? - Listen, Son...
Dad...
Congratulations. Well done.
lt's all gone so quickly. And l wish l could help.
Siobhan. Hey. You look great. How's it going?
- Great, yeah. - Great.
- [Michael speaks] - This is Michael. Declan.
Great. Look, l'm having a party on Saturday night.
lt's fancy dress. You should come.
- l dunno, l've... - [Michael speaks]
You want to go?
Great. l got to go, but l'll see you around nine.
- And the doorbell's broken. - l know.
Oh, there's another fella.
Bring him along. The more the merrier.
Hey, a party.
- Ho! - Hello, Dr Strangelove.
Are you sure that's what Florence Nightingale wore?
Who cares?
- Ho, ho. - Hello.
- Doesn't he look handsome? - He looks great.
Be careful.
Someone might think tonight's their lucky night.
Siobhan. Great to see you.
Michael, fair play to you.
- This is Rory. - How you doing? Having a good time?
- Yeah, great party... - Come on.
Who's the prick?
[Michael speaks]
He's got the whole world in his hands
...this is the war room.
- That's a very good impression. - l love Peter Sellers.
Michael.
He plays Chauncey Gardener or something like that.
The look...
- Come on. - Of love
ls in your eyes
The look your smile
Can't disguise
The look of love
lt's saying so much more
Than just words could ever say...
Fancy a go at the karaoke, Michael?
[Michael speaks]
What did he say?
Of course l will.
Waited just to love you...
Don't tread on my feet.
You've got the look of love
lt's on your face
- Who's your man? - She looks after him.
That time can't erase
Be mine tonight
Let this bejust the start
Of so many nights like this
Let's take a lover's vow
And then seal it with a kiss
No, no.
Michael.
Sorry. l'm really sorry.
How long l have waited
Waited just to love you Now that l have found you
- l'm fine. - You sure?
Don't ever go...
- ls your phone charged? - [Michael speaks]
l'll say good night then.
[Michael speaks]
l love you.
l'm sorry, Michael, but...
''Do you have any feelings for me?''
Michael, l'm paid to do what l do for you.
That's my job.
That isn't love. And what you feel for me, that isn't love either.
lt's gratitude.
l like working for you, but...
...it is just a job.
There isn't anything else going on here, Michael, do you understand?
There isn't anything else going on.
[door closes]
l'm not hungry.
[doorbell]
This is Peter. He's a qualified PA.
He'll be looking after you until you find someone else.
Really? Well, he won't do.
Michael likes them with bigger tits.
Michael, l made a mistake. l thought l could do this, but...
l'm leaving.
Don't beg, it's undignified.
Parakeets don't mate with armadillos, that's the end of it.
- That's a filthy thing to tell him. - ls it?
- lt's the truth. - Oh, it's the truth you want? OK.
To be equal you must show the same respect you demand.
lf you insult some guy in the pub, you expect to get hammered.
lf you come home late you don't expect the help to be waiting.
lf a woman says no, you accept you're not the right man for her.
You don't have a right to love because you're in a wheelchair.
Siobhan. You said you were going, l think you should go.
- Fuck off. l mean it. - Your disability is you're an arsehole.
Why does everything always have to be a fight with you?
l can't help who l love. l can't help who l don't love.
lt's not my fault, Michael.
- Let her go. - [Michael shouts]
Michael, let her go.
[Michael shouts]
Let her go.
- Where you going? - [Michael speaks]
[Rory] This is your home, Michael.
[Rory] Michael.
- Are you going back to Carrigmore? - [Michael speaks]
lt's suicide. l don't have time to kill myself that slowly,
so if you're going back l might as well throw myself in this river.
[Michael speaks]
You didn't fuck it up. We fucked it up.
The pair of us. Nobody did it for us.
l know it hurts.
You're not the only one with a broken heart.
You have the future, Michael.
That's what l call a gift.
Don't give it up.
You can't give it up.
Shit, you've got the whole world in your hands.
[Michael speaks]
You're fucking wet as well.
[Michael speaks]
Our home? Or am l going in the fucking river?
[Michael speaks]
Yeah, it is too high.
Take a letter, Michael. To Dublin City Council.
Dear sir or madam, as wheelchair users with suicidal intentions,
l must protest at the lack of facilities.
None of the bridges are equipped with easy parapet access.
Thus curtailing the rights of the disabled to throw themselves in.
Yours in disgust, Rory Gerard O'Shea and Michael Connolly.
- [Michael speaks] - Keep going, tell them.
Do you like to study?
Maybe you ought to go to college some day.
Part time or something like that.
University? At home? That would be good.
Me, l'd like to study medicine.
Yap, yap, yap.
[television]
Guys. You have a nice home here, you know.
But you shouldn't watch too much TV, yeah?
lt's bad for the mind, and bad for the eyesight.
Why don't we go for a walk? lt's a beautiful day.
Maybe later.
We're not keeping him, are we?
[gasp]
[Michael speaks]
[Rory groans]
[siren wails]
l'm just going to get some coffee.
You want one?
- [Michael speaks] - OK. l'll be back soon.
[monitor beeps]
Are you Michael?
Your friend's very ill. He has pneumonia.
His heart and lung muscles are severely affected.
Are you asking me if you can go in?
He's very weak. Better to let him rest this evening.
l'm sorry, l can't understand you.
How long?
Probably not more than a day or two.
lt varies a little bit with Duchenne.
But it's usually around his age.
He'll have known that this was coming.
He's not in any pain. He won't suffer.
He wants to talk to you.
There you are.
l've been worried about you.
Look at all this.
You see.
Rory... O'Shea...
...was here.
Rory O'Shea...
is... here.
Michael...
You need...
...nobody.
You're...
your own... man.
Did you bring...
...my stereo?
[Michael speaks]
l never...
...liked you.
[computer keyboard]
Hi.
We know about Rory's condition. We appreciate you want to help your friend.
ls now the right time for this?
[Farr] Why did you come here today?
''l'm his lawyer.''
Right, if you want to... erm...
Rory's application for personal assistance was turned down
on the grounds of insufficient responsibility.
The grounds for appeal are given as prejudice.
Would you like to explain why Rory feels the interviewing panel showed prejudice?
''When l first met Rory...
...l thought he was trouble.''
''And l was right.''
''He is trouble.''
''Yet because he's seen as a rebel...
...you believe he hasn't the responsibility to live independently.''
[Michael speaks]
''But how do you learn to be responsible?''
''You live in the world.''
''You make your own decisions.''
''You make your own mistakes.''
''So if this panel can offer independent living to someone like me,...
...who until recently had no concept of what that meant,...
...and refuse someone who's very life is an embodiment of independence,...
...then l believe the panel showed a prejudice.''
Michael, l think we're all aware of Rory's prognosis.
What was your purpose in coming here today?
''A right must exist independently of its exercise.''
OK. l think you can tell Rory that in principle...
...he can have the service he's applied for.
Thank you.
[priest] Do not count his deeds against him.
For in his heart, he desired to do your work.
As his fate united him to your people on Earth,
so may your mercy join him with the angels in heaven.
- We ask this through Christ, our Lord. - Amen.
Eternal rest grant unto Rory, oh Lord.
- May he rest in peace. - Amen.
May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
You all right?
Can l do anything for you?
Thank you.
[Rory] Are we going out?
[Rory chuckles] OK.
[ Elbow: Beat For Two]
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