Trespasses | Episode 2 - PBS

Cushla’s love deepens as Gina unravels. Sectarian pressures strain her bond with Michael.

Cushla’s love deepens as Gina unravels. Sectarian pressures strain her bond with Michael.

As Cushla’s affair deepens, tensions rise at school and home. Her kindness with her pupil backfires, her mother’s drinking worsens and her love for Michael is tested by betrayal, jealousy and the dangerous politics closing in around them.

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As Cushla’s affair deepens, tensions rise at school and home. Her kindness with her pupil backfires, her mother’s drinking worsens and her love for Michael is tested by betrayal, jealousy and the dangerous politics closing in around them.

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FEMALE VO: The following program contains content which may not be suitable for all audiences.

I can't just leave her here on the floor in this state.

Davey McEwen's father was left for dead by a lawless gang last night.

Tell your Protestant mother we Catholics look after our children.

We must find the bravery to choose freedom over fear.

So I should just say what I want, be with who I want.

["Our Day Will Come" by Frankie Valli] ♪ Our day will come ♪ ♪ And we'll have everything ♪ ♪ We'll share the joy ♪ ♪ Falling in love can bring ♪ ♪ No one can tell me that I'm too young to know ♪ This is a control zone, you'll need to move on, now.

♪ And you love me ♪ ♪ Our day will come ♪ ♪ (Our day will come) ♪ ♪ If we just wait awhile ♪ ♪ No tears for us ♪ I've a stick of dynamite in my underpants, darlin'.

[laughs] Catch yourself on, big lad.

♪ Because we'll always be In love this way ♪ ♪ Our day ♪ ♪ Our day will... ♪ [song playing on radio] [distant phone ringing] If he's anything like my husband, he'll have them off in five minutes.

[laughs] Well worth a month's wages then.

[old lady laughs] MICHAEL: So, it's true then... Catholic girls are nymphomaniacs.

[laughs] Are you saying I'm bogging?

Mm... Well, you smell like scallions.

They like to let me know they know where I am.

MICHAEL: I've been swotting up since our last lesson.

[giggles] I think about you all the time.

Do you ever spare a thought for this poor old lad?

I've got better things to be thinking about, Michael Agnew, than dirty old men.

[laughs] Mingin' jam sandwiches again.

Look, I'm just giving the child a lift, with everything that's happening at home.

Do you think he could get free school dinners?

If she can't do that, she shouldn't have had them.

Betty does feed them, she's just struggling.

SEAN: A 22-year-old man was shot dead in an ongoing feud between the INLA and the Official IRA.

BRID: The Protestant Action Force shot two men in a bar up in New Lodge.

Like, who is number one in the charts?

He can nearly light his own fag now.

[door opens, bell dings] How's about you, Cushla?

I believe your friends are acquainted with his daddy.

I'm sorry to hear about your da, wee man.

I'm sure his daddy will be delighted to know that you were concerned, but erm, no Easter eggs this year 'cause he's not working.

My ma got in too many, and they'll not shift now.

[door opens] [sighs] [door closes] [indistinct conversation] Maybe Tommy'll go back next year.

Try and talk a bit of sense into him.

[upbeat pop music playing on radio] [knock on door] I come bearing gifts.

You're never too old for a creme egg.

[music stops] So, you're leaving school?

Would you not just suffer it out for the next few weeks?

Daddy's sitting down there with a bag of **** strapped to his leg.

Yeah, but if you get a couple of A levels, you can earn a bit of money, go to university.

I hope the peelers catch whoever did this soon.

TOMMY: Yeah, well, they'd best find them before I do.

EAMONN: Go and say happy Easter to your granny.

Marian's put on a quare lot of weight.

CUSHLA: You can't help yourself, can you?

We brought you, er, some Easter... I actually got some, so you can take it home.

I'll stink like a Froggie for the day.

Should I fry up a wee bit of bacon?

- [phone ringing] EMMA: Go on, Nicola!

EAMONN: Girls, where are you going?

MICHAEL: I just wanted to say happy Easter.

I spared you a wee thought last night.

I thought about you first thing this morning when I woke up.

[call ends] [background chatter] [phone clinks] Who was it?

The wee teacher she's been staying out all night with.

And she'll bloody stay single as well, giving it away for nothing.

Well, I should let you tell them, Eamonn.

[slow dreary music] EAMONN: Alright, come on, girls.

- MARIAN: Eamonn... - Don't rise to her.

They're on their way to the golf club.

Her ma was probably told the moment our Eamonn pulled out of her.

And why did you tell them about me?

I'm a grown woman who's entitled to a private life!

Sure, you're the one who has to be put to bed night after night.

[singing on TV] [dishes clanking] [distant dog barking] [door unlocks] MANDY: Thanks, Ms.

Neither of our families would have us.

Oh... I hope you love it as much as I did.

Can we have our eggs from the man now?

[giggles] You've been awful good to us this last while.

I just want you to know that me and Seamus, we really appreciate it.

Ah, it's... [chuckles] [soft melancholic music] [birds squawking] [burps] That garlic's been repeating on me since yesterday.

[exhales] Er, Seamie McGeown said thank you very much for the Easter eggs.

You can't just say what you want anymore.

I want his people to know what they've done!

You should see the state of Seamie, Eamonn.

It's the people throwing dog ***** at their washing line that are bogging.

Here, I've managed to wrangle a couple of hours free.

[laughter] Is that the boy who had you out all night?

GERRY: I think we'll do them, you know.

[background chatter] GERRY: Alright.

I appear to be jealous... which is, er... no-not a helpful development.

Yeah, well... I never know where you are or what you're doing.

So I won't be getting myself to a nunnery anytime soon.

I'm sorry that things aren't different.

[music playing] Eamonn said I rang you during dinner yesterday.

[both chuckle] [phone line trilling] REPORTER: How do you respond to the criticisms that you're blatantly encouraging terrorism by representing members of the IRA?

I am defending Conor Kelly, Michael McAleavey, and Patrick Coyle because they are not members of the IRA.

- MICHAEL: They are, however, like most Catholic youths in Belfast, in danger of being recruited.

They've no work or future prospects open to them, and if they get into trouble, they've no hope of justice and they know it.

That case'll burn anyone who goes near it.

MICHAEL: They have nothing to lose.

GINA: Fair play to him, no one else is speaking up for those boys.

As if life with him wasn't hard enough.

They were talking in the hairdressers.

She wouldn't be one for circulation, if you know what I mean.

Any wonder, a string of affairs and now this carry on.

Women go silly for him, and he doesn't deny himself.

His wife would be the only one who doesn't know.

[tense music building] - [clears throat] - [music stops] You planning on peeling that wee spud into oblivion?

[phone line trilling] MICHAEL: Hello?

[engine turns off] My dear mommy helped me figure out who Siobhán de Buitléir is.

Apparently, I'm the only one that doesn't know you're a complete womanizer!

[sighs] How little your friends must think of your wife that they scarcely bat an eyelid while you parade me around.

My wife is no concern of yours and... should not come between us.

Are they any concern of your poor wife?

Do you really wanna have this conversation?

Then I would counter that this attack of conscience hasn't been triggered by any concern for my wife's dignity, but by the realization that you're not the only woman that I've been with outside of my marriage.

[Cushla cries] [sighs] [slow dreary music] [dog barks] [children whispering] - [door closes] - CUSHLA: Excuse me.

They have to heat up the tar... Enough, Sean!

I have to hang it back up, so my sister doesn't get any ideas.

Mommy says girls go silly for boys in uniform.

[school bell ringing] Art supplies away, please.

[church bells tolling] Oh, I'm not a hundred percent today.

Well, you're a hundred percent hungover.

I hope you're not that mean to poor Gerry.

[birds caw] COMMENTATOR: And now, entering the arena, you have the German Shepherds of the Police... GINA: "Are You a Love Addict?

How to Stop Stifling Your Feelings and Become a Truly Sexual Woman."

Why do people waste their money on this *****?

Why do you steal it from the hairdressers?

You haven't gone five feet from that phone in a week.

Are you and Gerry fighting or what?

Well, I'll give myself a wee top-up.

[mellow instrumental music] [chuckles] [engine starts] [soft moaning] REID: No tears today, I hope?

I was just catching up with a friend.

Your mother just let in a young fella, presumably not for her.

Erm, must be the other school teacher.

We're planning a disco, so it's all go.

That time I phoned, you said "Michael?"

Oh... The best book I've ever read.

You know, book lovers like you should really stay in school, Tommy.

[upbeat rock music plays] [laughs] Constable Peters, this is Cushla, the P4 teacher.

I might bust them out for you, if you're lucky.

It's not me you're trying to impress.

["Billy Don't Be a Hero" by Paper Lace playing] Chatting up peelers.

If he was chocolate, he'd eat himself.

Yeah, I can see that, but I'm brilliant at it.

Disco Peeler can't take his eyes off you.

♪ "Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Don't be a fool with your life ♪ ♪ Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Come back and make me your wife" ♪ ♪ And as Billy started to go ♪ ♪ She said, "Keep your pretty head low ♪ ♪ Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Come back to me" ♪ Here, did you see Penny's got her own solo show next month?

Cluttered walls, a few new pieces of sculpture.

Well, he appeared before the judge on a drink-driving charge and he refused to recognize the court.

When he was asked to explain himself, he said, "Well, it's been painted since the last time I was here."

- JANE: Ah... Gunmen and bombers thinking they're being treated unfairly.

Well, being denied a jury is unfair.

Well, listen, don't get started on the Diplock courts, right?

They would not be tolerated anywhere else in the UK.

Kelly, McAleavey, and Coyle murdered those RUC men.

Those boys were picked out of a line-up by a witness who could only be described as unreliable.

PENNY: Cushla, why don't you start, before these two do?

Erm, I was thinking... There are some words that I would like to know.

Why don't we go back to, erm, where you left off last time?

You were telling us how to make a noun slender.

The masculine and feminine, remember?

[sighs] Victor was goading me, not you.

He'll never forgive the IRA for Bloody Friday.

He was one of the first journalists on the scene and... He smelled burnt flesh and saw body parts being shoveled into bin bags.

His problem is with the IRA, not with all Catholics.

It was an interesting choice of words though.

You can't deny that I'm a source of ridicule to your friends.

Does it make you feel better that you're doing it for community relations?

I should have told him to ***** off, instead of sitting there like a good little native, letting him humiliate me.

Let's go to Dublin for the weekend.

Take the Taig to Taig-town, buy your wee bit on the side a big bun in Bewley's?

I won't be your dirty weekend... pretend to be your wife.

Let's just get back to the flat... ♪ The shadow of your smile ♪ ♪ When you are gone ♪ CUSHLA: This music is full of want.

It's like the Portuguese word, "saudade," a deep yearning.

You marley-mouthed pretentious ******.

Tell me, do the Clancy Brothers know that you stole their cardigan?

Here, Betty, Davy's down for free school dinners.

Did you report me for not looking after the children?

CUSHLA: Betty... Betty, I had nothing to do with this!

[door closes] Did you send a social worker up to the McGeowns?

You came to me with concerns regarding the McGeown child, which I recorded.

Yeah, I know I did, but I... You said, and I quote: "That woman is struggling."

I am obliged, as Principal, to pass... Yes, I know, but I thought you'd feel sorry for her so Davy could get free school dinners.

She is struggling, but she's a great mother.

And I just, I just thought that she could use help.

But you, you did this because she was a Protestant who dared marry a Catholic.

I suggest you stop before you say something you regret!

Now, can I help you with anything else?

[soft gloomy music] [door opens] [sighs] [sighs] GINA: What's wrong with your bake?

Bradley called the social and Betty thinks it was me.

Actually can't even talk about it right now.

GINA: Ach, well... You go see what's on the telly tonight.

- [phone ringing] - Ah, you stay there.

4-2-8-7-6... It's that wee Gerry fella.

MICHAEL: Does Gerry know your mother refers to him as "that wee fella"?

I've had a bit of a weird day, so I just... I need a quiet night.

[slow emotional music] CUSHLA: As if Betty hasn't enough on her plate.

CUSHLA: You can say I'm brave all you like, but I feel like Tommy.

I'm seeing Tommy McGeowns every day of the week in court.

Nobody thanks you for trying to make it any fairer.

Somebody called in a bomb threat to chambers today.

I mean, this case is rattling all sides -- high and low.

My colleagues have just been added to that list 'cos they had to stand in the pouring rain while the bomb squad checked the chambers.

[Michael sighs] God, I hate this place.

["Love Song" by Olivia Newton-John] Er, Mr.

♪ The words I have to say ♪ ♪ May well be simple but they're true ♪ [both laughing] ♪ Until you give your love ♪ ♪ There's nothing more that we can do ♪ ♪ No one could offer you more ♪ ♪ Do you know what I mean?

♪ [both laugh] [knock on door] ♪ You say it's very hard ♪ ♪ To leave behind the life we knew ♪ Good night, sisters.

Ah, you just said, "Good night, sisters," with no drawers on!

[laughs] That's what you've reduced me to!

♪ Love is the key we must turn ♪ MICHAEL: I'm glad I got to bring you here.

There's another jazz club we can go to next time.

[chuckles] I'm an all-Ireland sort of chap.

CUSHLA: As opposed to a united Ireland.

I just don't think it's worth killing anyone over it.

[mellow jazz music playing] Saudade.

Are we doomed to spend the rest of our lives yearning?

[laughs] It's better than wanting nothing.

[both chuckle] Er... you're supposed to say it back.

[slow emotional music] Good morning.

Ah, the missal and beads are for Davy.

"Whoever shall read this prayer shall never die a sudden death, or be drowned, nor shall poison take effect on them; neither shall they fall into the hands of the enemy, or shall be burned in any fire, or shall be overpowered in battle."

[chuckles] You're making fun of me, but I got that for you.

"Say for nine mornings for anything you may desire.

It has never been known to fail, so be sure you really want what you ask."

It's telling you to be careful what you wish for.

[door opens] [door closes] - CUSHLA: Mommy!

[Gina shivering] GINA: You left me alone.

I'm going to put a wee plaster on you, and then I'm going to get you all warm, okay?

[Gina crying] [phone line trilling] EAMONN: The Anchor.

CUSHLA: Eamonn, Mommy's drinking's getting worse.

There's... there's gin bottles all over this house.

EAMONN: What do you want me to do about it?

I'm up to my ballix here, wee girl!

[call ends] [clink] [soft moaning] [distant dog barking] [distant chatter] [car doors close] [car engine starts] Who is it?

A car just reversed in and took off again.

I thought you said you weren't worried about the peelers?

It was one of those cars that you're not supposed to remember.

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