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[up-beat Irish Trad music]
[finger taps on steering wheel]
[up-beat Irish Trad music]
[finger taps on steering wheel]
[up-beat Irish Trad music]
[tv static signal]
[up-beat Irish Trad music]
[curtains slide open]
[up-beat Irish Trad music]
[car door opening]
[footsteps on grassy terrain]
[up-beat Irish Trad fades out]
[car door slams shut]
[aggressive footsteps]
[Imelda sighs furiously]
[Ciaran closes boot]
[drops bags]
They weren't serious?
Sure, we've talked about this nanny.
Aye!
I told all of you that I'm grand.
Can I not speak for my own bloody self any more, Daniel?
Cathal.
Flip me.
Daniel.
Ciaran.
Aye!
Sure, that's what I said the first time.
[birds chirp/door slams]
Always nice to see you nanny.
[lifts bags]
[footsteps descending staircase]
[footsteps on creaky floor]
Think that's about everything.
That wee room's even smaller than I remember.
[tv static signal]
I just had to move some of those big coats out.
Just you move them back again!
Jesus, Nanny.
Sure there's hardly enough room as it is.
You see?
You see what's happening?
You're only in the door and you're
already pushing me out.
No one's pushing you out.
(Imelda laughs)
We'll, see.
[tv static signal]
How long's that been like this?
Don't you touch it!
I've only just got it going again.
[tv static continues]
How you keeping anyway?
Still not married then?
I'll throw a pot of tea on, sure.
[foosteps on tiles]
[kettle knob clicks]
[opens fridge]
[glass clinks]
[fridge door closes]
[sniffs expired milk]
Flip me.
[90's cooking show music intro]
This is all out of date.
Nanny?
Not now, I'll miss my program.
All of this is stinking.
I'll have my tea black.
Not the end of the world.
When was the last time you did a shop?
[sighs]
Maureen Magee, down the road,
usually takes me when she's heading into town.
Well, when was that?
Well what day is today?
Thursday.
Three weeks ago.
That long?
And you couldn't have phoned her or something?
She'd love that.
Me chasing after her and her away off
telling everyone what's in my trolley.
[hisses]
She's dynamite.
Right.
You make a list, I'll go to the shop.
I'm binning all of this.
[footsteps to the kitchen]
[throws out trash]
VOICEMAIL: Maureen Magee (cough, cough)
VOICEMAIL: -Is unable to take your call.
Hello, Maureen?
It's Imelda here.
VOICEMAIL: To rerecord your message.
VOICEMAIL: Key hash at anytime.
Hate these answer machine things.
Eh, look, I just called to let you know
that I got my own shopping this week.
Just in case you were up for calling over.
Okay then, bye-bye.
[knock on front door]
Who the hell is that?
[tv static screeches]
[turns off TV]
[front door opens]
[ambient wind and birds chirping]
Not pushing me out, he says?
[gentle low whistle music]
[soup simmering on hob]
[inquisitive comedic music]
[cooking show/tv static]
[spoon scraping a ceramic bowl]
Some post for you, Nanny.
Throw it there in the corner with all the rest.
[cooking show/tv static]
[slurping soup]
Is all of that unopened?
I can't keep up with it all.
It's like bloody fan mail.
[slurps soup]
I got a notification when I was out.
Did anything come for me?
Oh, aye.
Someone left something there at the door for you.
It's on the table.
[slurps soup]
[cooking show/tv static continues]
[drops phone]
[box contents fall out]
What the flip?
[clinking bowl]
Did you see my tablet?
Hmm, tablet.
What would I want with yours?
Haven't I enough of my own?
No, it's a wee black screen.
I swear I'd left it here this morning?
Oh, the wee chopping board?
With the wee apple on it?
[slurping soup / scraping bowl]
You didn't?
[Imelda chopping vegetables on tablet]
What?
[slurping soup]
[scraping bowl]
Gorgeous!
[clinking / scraping bowl]
[birds chirping over gentle guitar]
[gentle guitar]
[knock, knock, knock]
Come.
[door creaks open]
Sorry.
Do you have a minute?
There's something I wanna show you downstairs
in the living room.
Eh, I do, yeah.
Eh, just wait a wee second.
[Imelda sips water]
Who is that in the photos with you?
[Imelda slams book closed]
Old friends.
Lost touch.
Come on, you wanna show me something?
All right, down here.
[floor creaks]
Around the corner.
You're giving me heartburn now.
Just a little further.
All right.
There.
What am I looking at?
You don't see it?
You straightened the pictures?
No.
You tidied up that big stack of post?
Yeah, but that's not it.
Oh, Christ.
You broke the Child of Prague, you gobshite.
Sure, that's always been broken!
There!
[floor creaks]
What's that, now?
[ominous drone sound builds]
Wi-Fee?
It's the internet.
[MUSIC POP]
God! You brought the bloody cancer box in here.
Sure, I'm working from home, Nanny?
I can't do without the thing.
You're gonna kill me. You're gonna bloody kill me.
What, look, relax.
It doesn't do that to people.
Viruses!
I haven't even got the bloody flu jab yet.
Jesus, get me outta here!
[Ciaran sighs]
[door slams]
[sad low whistle over Imelda sobbing]
[smart alarm wakes]
SMART ALARM: Good morning, Imelda.
SMART ALARM: -The time is 0530.
There's someone in the house!
Nanny, it's just a smart speaker!
[birds chirping]
[keyboard typing]
[smashes the enter button]
[high pitched searching tune]
[dud sound effect]
For flip sake, what's going on here?
[birds chirping outside]
[plastic cronch of the laptop]
[springs off the bed]
[floor creaks]
[tin foil]
[inquisitive music trinkles in]
For the love of God.
[music POPS]
[birds chirp as Ciaran types]
Get a move on, would you?
Looks like it's gonna rain any minute.
It's not. I checked.
Bloody weatherman too are you now?
Okay.
That's the internet there in the middle, alright?
It's nowhere near you!
I'm keeping an eye on it.
It's not gonna hurt you.
I'm just gonna show you what it can do.
Ask me something.
Like what?
Anything.
Ask me something and I'll give you the right answer.
You'll see.
Alright.
Why did you come here?
Och, no, I mean something I can look up here.
You said anything?
[closes laptop]
[gentle guitar fades in]
I was living with someone.
A girl, and I didn't work out.
And well, I can't afford to
live with my own right now, so.
So you don't all think I'm going mad?
No, Nanny.
I don't think you're going mad.
You're probably the only person who bleeding hasn't.
Why didn't you just tell me?
Well, like - living with
someone before you're married
is not really something you wanna
broadcast to your Nanny.
Christ, Ciaran, I'm old but I'm not celibate.
I've had plenty of rolls in the hay.
Great. Thanks for that.
Can we get back to this?
Anything at all?
Anything. Just make it something
I don't know the answer to.
[typing]
How do you boil an egg?
[Ciaran erupts into laughter]
[Imelda giggles]
Who the hell doesn't have an email address?
[birds chirping]
[birds fly by flapping their wings]
[plastic sleeve turning]
[oncoming footsteps]
Got them.
I think I found that song you mentioned, actually.
I can't remember the bloody name of it.
It's that long ago now.
Don't worry, you knew enough of the words, so.
Oh, I can't hear anything.
I'm gonna play it now.
[click]
[woman singing in Irish] Love of my heart.
[woman singing in English] How I long for thee
My heart holds all
the memories of you and me
[woman singing in Irish] Love of my heart.
[woman singing in English] Is your heart free?
[woman singing in Irish] Love of my heart.
[woman singing in English] How I long for thee.
[up-beat Irish Trad transitions]
[TV static]
That's it, that's it!
Ooooh!
CIARAN VOICE OVER: Dear Ann Mackin,
CIARAN VOICE OVER: my name is Ciaran McCarthy.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: I'm the grandson of.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: Imelda McCarthy from Kilcoon.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: I've recently been living with my Nanny,
CIARAN VOICE OVER: and I've noticed her looking through a.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: particular photo album.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: with great fondness.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: There's a lovely photo of the two of you.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: in Holy Cross Primary School in 1964,
CIARAN VOICE OVER: and I can tell that you.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: were once close friends.
IMEDA: That's right.
Could you just send everything on by B-mail, please?
E-mail.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: I did a little research.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: online and found this address.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: I thought I would help both of you.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: to get back in touch.
[books slams shut]
[banana piece drops]
You sure you're feeling alright?
Feeling 30 years younger.
[laughter]
CIARAN VOICE OVER: I know she'd be so happy to
CIARAN VOICE OVER: hear about her friend's time.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: in America after all these years.
That'll do.
[whoosh]
CIARAN VOICE OVER: She's been a great friend to me recently.
Oh, I meant to say.
You're out of that, hair removal cream.
[struggling down the steps]
CIARAN VOICE OVER: Hope to hear from you soon.
CIARAN VOICE OVER: Ciaran.
[Irish Trad music fades out]
Ciaran!
[slides papers off desk]
Ciaran!
Where is it?!
[barges door open]
[heavy breathing]
I let you into my home.
[SLAMS book shut]
I was gonna put it straight back.
I trusted you, Ciaran.
More fool me.
[CRASHES door shut on her way out]
[running foosteps]
[sad low whistle]
[birds chirping]
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs as he sits]
Lovely service for Maureen.
Shame no one found her sooner, really.
Hope the rain doesn't come in.
It won't.
I've checked.
[crinkling letter]
There was one more birthday present.
[hopeful low whistle fades in]
Sorry it's a bit late.
[low whistle raises]
There's a lot to be said for the old
fashioned methods too.
I suppose.
[turns letter]
[low whistle grows more hopeful]
[tears paper]
[snaps the paper open]
[Imelda gasps]
What?
[whistle pitches higher]
[Imelda cheerful]
My grandson.
Ohh.
Speak soon...
[music crescendos]
[whistle flourishes]
[whistle fades]