Bad Sisters

That's it. Come on. Keep on going.

Nine, eight-- Raise your knees! Seven...

Three, two, one.

How are you finding the adjusted testosterone dose?

I wanna hit you more.

How about your libido?

Oh, Jesus, Eileen. I'm old. I'm grieving.

And actually, I'm happy on my own.

I don't need sex anymore, I've decided.

I'm 50.

Today, actually.

I'm done with all that.

You are not done.

And happy birthday,

you smoking hot, mid-century legend.

And hey, I'd do you.

Thanks.

Seriously though, how are you feeling?

I don't know.

I don't know. I just--

I just miss her on such a deep--

I just-- I miss her so deeply, like in my...

No, I'm grand for hugs.

I'm too angry for hugs.

I just feel like her death was so completely avoidable.

If I'd just kept a closer watch on her after everything.

What's everything?

Just knowing what was going on in her head a bit more,

I would've been able to help her.

And minding Bla it's way harder than I thought.

Suddenly, I'm not her favorite auntie anymore, you know?

I'm just some basic bitch.

Do you wanna go for a cure-all dip?

No, I've gotta meet the coven.

Bibi heard someone calling us that in town yesterday.

Wear it with pride.

See you soon.

I've a new client.

You know, your one, Angelica?

How funny is that?

She couldn't stop talking about you.

Where are you all?

Why is no one answering their phones? We still have to plan.

Is the door not open?

I swear to God, I've never wanted to kill that wagon more.

The door was open.

What wagon did you wanna kill?

No one. Just my sister, Ursula.

She's late and a bitch. Well, you've met her.

Yeah.

Well, we just wanted to chat if that's okay with you.

No.

Well, I mean, it's my birthday.

Also, there's stuff to plan.

We're scattering our sister's ashes.

It won't take long,

just wanted to ask you about the money Becka told us was missing.

The money your sister took out the day she died.

Well, I don't know what that was all about.

Was she in some kind of trouble?

Had someone been threatening her, anything like that?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Was Becka looking for the money in Angelica Collins's house?

Did you not ask her?

You had her locked up long enough.

- Sir? Return the call. - Fuck's sake.

I've got this.

Well, I've got, you know, stuff I have to be getting on with.

A lot of organizing.

Yeah, one question. Then, I'll head.

Isn't it strange that you don't know why Grace needed that money.

Seem to let each other into every part of your lives.

You really have no idea?

I don't know, sneaky facelift.

Will you sign for this?

It's nice that they met, you know, after...

Sometimes it's worth putting yourself out there. Online, I mean.

How'd you mean, online?

They met at a bereavement group.

- Ian lost his sister. But, yeah... - Thank you.

...good to put yourself out there.

I'm not being stubborn.

I told you, I'm busy at work. I will call you later.

I just signed for it.

Don't forget to bend your knees when you're picking it up.

We'll see you again.

So Ian told us that he met Grace online,

but Eva's just said that they met at a bereavement group,

which is a weird thing to lie about, right?

Yeah. Which one's lying?

Let's get the thumbscrews out.

Yeah, if your spidey's are tingling, go see him.

Hey, bring him back Grace's effects. Catch him off guard.

I've got family stuff to take care of.

Was that Nadine on the phone?

Yeah, and her ole fella, threatening to wheeze me into submission.

Here, what do you think of him?

- Like, as a man. - Of Nadine's fella?

No, Ian.

No, he's not my type.

Seriously, get over here.

Sorry, I'm late. What's that?

Grace sent Eva a present from the grave.

No.

Seriously?

I didn't get you anything.

You never get me anything.

I love you.

It's almost a directive from Gracie to throw a party.

No. Wha-- No, we're not going to do a party.

There's too much going on.

Had the Guards here earlier asking about the money.

Sorry.

And Angelica's taken things to the next level.

She's hired Eileen.

My trainer, Eileen.

Well, it's a warning, isn't it?

She's a loose cannon.

It's hardly a horse's head.

I don't give a shit about your menopause nanny.

She had Becka looking at jail time.

She scared Grace to her grave.

She is lucky she's still walking.

I can't go to jail now.

Yeah. Save your own skin, Becka.

- It's not that. Shut up! - You shut up.

If the cops find out what that money was for,

they're closer to finding out what we all did, okay?

So we give Angelica what she wants and then we just disengage.

We're not really gonna give her Gracie's ashes though, are we?

No, we're not. We'll clean out my hearth.

She'll be scattering the ashes of briquettes and takeaway cartons.

You really shouldn't burn that stuff.

Oh, my God, that's her.

Don't answer it.

Angelica, hi.

Well-- Okay, then we'll come to you.

Okay, bye.

She wants to discuss the details with us at high noon.

Did she really say high noon?

No, she said midday in fairness.

Good morning and welcome.

I can't stay long. I have to take Ruben to the dentist.

Busy lives you all lead, but there's always time for a cuppa.

Yeah, I've gotta get back to Bla too, so...

The wee pet.

I mean, she is a credit to Grace.

Yeah. You wanted to discuss the details, Angelica...

Grace's ashes.

Becka, how do you take your tea?

I'm not a big tea drinker.

Yeah, not big on apologies either.

I'm sorry for shoving you.

And for breaking in.

And the rabbit?

Gaybo's been found.

He's back with me now.

Poor bastard.

- Sugar? - Three.

Three.

You're fierce good to yourself, as Mammy used to say.

Now, this is really a very modern idea,

but I feel that Grace would like it

if we scattered her at sea.

What?

Have you any idea how much the sea meant to her?

You know, we could take one of those tours of Dublin Bay,

and we could just, you know, scatter her ashes along the way.

And then I could bake some of Grace's flapjacks.

We could fill a flask.

We can make a day of it.

I'd really love your help on this.

I have dropped the charges.

And I'd hate to go back to the Guards.

I know where my pal keeps his boat.

He's away. He won't mind.

Great, but no Blanaid.

We have to protect her.

- Yeah. - And no Ian,

because I don't feel safe around him.

Tea, Eva?

Yeah, no, I'm good.

So, tomorrow, noon, the marina.

Yeah, and maybe you should stay at home and you know, mind Blanaid.

- But Eva's coming. - Eva has to be there.

I'm sad to say this,

but I don't think you've been respecting Grace's memory of late.

What are you on about?

You and Ian comforting each other

shamelessly.

Oh, my God.

Unbelievable.

There's nothing going on between me and Ian.

We know that. She's just shit-stirring.

It's just-- You know, we're rearing a child together,

which is-- you know,

it's weird and intimate and-- That's totally the wrong word.

Wagon!

You still wanna humor her?