Original subtitles

MAN: There you are.

All right, Ken?

- Hey, Bob, how are you? - All right.

- Who've you got? - This is Joseph.

Hello, Joseph.

He's a great little man, so he is.

Right, this way.

OK.

- Hey, Dave, how you doing? - Hi. Not too bad.

- So, this is my pal Joseph. - Hey, Joe.

And he's a great, great young fella.

And he's a little bit nervous

and I told him that you're going to keep an eye on him until he gets settled, OK.

- Joe, you OK? - Yeah.

- And he's got nothing to be nervous about. - Not at all. We'll look after you here.

So, you're…?

I'm going to give you a copy of this so you've got a copy on file.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great, great, great.

I need to give you one of these.

- OK. - Bob'll take you on up.

- Yeah, no worries. You follow me. - OK.

- Right, Dave, I'll see you. - See you later.

- If you'll just hang on a second, Bob. - Yeah, no sweat.

So…

- So, you've got everything, right? - Yeah.

And, er…

… I'll be here to see you next week.

- OK? - Yeah.

- Are you gonna give me a smile? - No.

Ha! Pal…

- Right, then, I'll see you. - OK, Bob.

(Family chat and laugh next door)

ANNA: That's very nice.

Watch!

Shouldn't they be them?

Well, I'm natural.

- You're a sheep. - Baa!

- (Knock on door) - I don't even know what I am.

- Are you all right? - How's it going, Joe?

- Good. Yeah, not too bad. - If you've changed your mind,

- do you want to join us? - No, you're all right.

- Go on. - Move over.

No, it's all right.

I'm going to phone my little lad.

OK.

Catch him before he goes to school.

Yeah. It'll be morning time over there now, it's the right time.

I might go into the town and see the old sights.

It'll take you ten minutes. It's a church and three shops.

- Hm. - Have you eaten?

I might grab a little takeaway or something while I'm out.

- Are you all right for a few bob? - Yeah, he paid me.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, we got sorted earlier. - Oh, good.

- Anything decent in there? - There's a kebab on the corner.

- Don't get the fish. - Don't get the fish.

You'll go down with food poisoning for two weeks.

You'll be poisoned for two weeks and have the runs for about two days.

- All right, that's enough, that's enough. - And the puke.

- Urgh! - OK.

Do you want me to drop you in?

No, you're OK, mate. I'm fine.

- Sure? - Yeah, thank you.

- See you later. - See you, love.

(Door closes)

Do you think he's all right?

I hope so.

♪ This is not an escape

♪ But I don't know how to hold someone Without losing my grip

♪ You'll say I was bound to leave

♪ Since I first stepped across your borders…

- Hi, there. - Hi, love.

- What can I get you? - Can I have a portion of chips, please?

♪ Thought I heard you whisper in the dark

♪ That you knew where the light would be

♪ Thought I saw your shape Against the black

♪ Thought I felt you moving beside me

♪ We are not alone

♪ And we are more alone Than we've ever been

♪ So hurry up and lose me

♪ Hurry up and find me again. ♪

(Skype ringing tone)

Is she?

Of course, the area we're going to be going into is the older boys.

But you don't have to worry about that

because you're going to be with the newer boys.

I want him straight back.

- Now… - Oh, this is all ours, mate.

BOY: I'll smash your fucking head in.

MAN: Down these steps, Joseph, you come to my desk.

Mr Ryan is also in here.

Now, I don't want to see here.

Only in an emergency.

It's here.

This is your room here on the right. That's you.

And Ciaran's in there. You can make friends with him.

All right?

I want you to make your bed

and we'll see you downstairs in half an hour for dinner, all right?

Oh, hi.

- How're you doing? - All right, mate.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Yeah, good. Yeah.

- You're a bit breathless. - I was just running earlier.

- Oh. - Erm…

Can I get you something?

Yeah, can I get a drink, please?

- Would you ever give us a clue? - Er, yeah, yeah.

Can I have one of them fizzy oranges, please?

Oh, would you like ice?

Yeah.

No, I'll tell you what, mate. It's OK.

Give us half of that… half of that stout there.

- Stout? - Yeah.

- OK. Half a stout. - Fucking half, Joe?

Are you aware of this?

God, make that a pint. And one for myself as well.

No, I only want a half.

This might sound like a foreign man, but he's an Irishman through and through.

Ballybray, I swear to God. You wouldn't think it, though.

A fucking half, Joe?

Yeah, just a half, yeah.

A half? A pint and a half?

Let him have two halves, but put it into the one glass there, though.

OK. The big half we call a pint.

- And another pint. - Yeah.

- Two pints of stout. - Yeah.

I'll bring them over, Craigy, all right?

Over here, fella.

Thanks, Joe.

For coming down, like.

Oh.

I appreciate it.

I was just jogging.

Michael's sister's staying.

I'm giving them a bit of space, you know.

It's a tidy shop, this.

They do food of an evening.

That's where most of the business is, like.

Or lunches in the daytime.

OK, boys.

With the collar on that first you'd think the Pope was coming.

Sláinte.

Cheers.

(Phone rings)

- Hello? - MAN: Hello.

- Hello? - Anna. I need to talk to Anna.

No, mate, I can't hear you. You'll have to go outside,

- get away from that music. - Anna. I need to talk to Anna.

What? No, she's in bed.

- Well, get her out of bed. - She's in bed.

Who is it?

- Who is it? - It's Cathel.

- It's Cathel. - Cathel who?

- Cathel who? - Cathel from the Barrack.

- Cathel from the Barrack. - Cathel from the fucking Barrack?

- Yeah. - Get her now!

I know, yeah, she's coming now. Just calm down.

She's coming.

Here…

- Hello? - Hello, Anna, you've gotta come down.

Jesus, Cathel, that sounds like a wild one for a school night.

I need you to get here now straight away. I need you.

- You need me? - Aye.

- For what? - It's your brother. He's gone crazy here.

- Is that him I can hear in the background? - Come and get your brother

and take him away out of here,

- otherwise it'll be the guards for him. - Yeah, I'll come down myself.

- Just give me a few minutes to get changed. - OK.

- As soon as you can. - Right, thanks, OK. Bye. Bye.

What was it?

Oh, fuck… It's Joseph.

- Was it him singing in the background? - Yeah.

Fuck.

Cathel's doing the fucking nut. He wants to call the guards.

- He's not good in the drink? - Fucked if I know.

Jesus, I've only known him a fucking wet minute.

JOSEPH: Put some music on or something.

ANNA: Just put it back.

DINAH: What the fuck?

JOSEPH: Oh, let's have a disco!

Fuck, bollocks, boring bastards.

You two are boring as fuck.

You are the life and soul of the fucking party.

- Oh, fuck off. - Sing us a fucking song.

Oh, fucking shit. Mate, what else is in here?

Now, Joe, stop. She's going to get pissed. Now, leave it down.

I'm telling you, put that fucking bag on the fucking floor in front of you.

No, that's really fucking expensive.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Look, I'm not fucking dying in the car with you two twats.

(He slurs incoherently)

(Dinah laughs)

Is that my fucking good lipstick?

Joe, that's 32 quid's worth of fucking good lipstick on your face.

Take it off him, Dinah, and put it back in that fucking bag.

I swear, I'm about to pull over now and fucking kill you.

It's nothing. Give us a kiss, go on.

- Yeah go on. Yeah. - Give us a kiss.

- I'll fucking… - (Joseph and Dinah laugh)

- Look at the lippy on her face! - Stop it, Joe. Sit down.

Joe, stop.

She's really shit at driving at the best of times. Don't piss her off.

- She's really pretty, isn't she? - Amazing.

Dead pretty. Isn't she dead pretty?

- Mm, amazing. - She's beautiful.

TERRIBLE IRISH ACCENT: Like a milky little maiden girl from the hilltops.

- What accent is that? - Oh, you fucking gobshite.

With the white little peachy skin.

Sorry, I'm only playing with you.

Stop it.

Sit back down.

What did you fucking drink? Oh, my God.

You've got lovely tits.

- Go. - Sorry.

Sorry. They are perky, though, aren't they?

- Little perky… Like little youth club tits. - That'll do, love.

- Really nice tits in youth club. - Tell your fucking brother to shut up.

I remember youth club tits. They were the best.

You, sit back down. Have a little dream about them.

- Little poky nipples. - Fucking sit down.

- I'm only saying, like. - Joe…!

- You have a great set. - Move.

- What are you being all serious for? - You're being fucking weird, Joe.

- I'm not being weird. - Stop carrying on like you're fucking raving.

- Just sit back in the fucking car. - Get back!

Ow! Stop, ow! What the fuck are you doing?

- What are you doing that for? - I'm really sorry.

There's no need for that. What are you fucking doing?

Ow! Fucking…

Shut the fuck up, will you?

Oh!

(Joseph groans)

Thanks be to fucking God for that.

(She sighs heavily)

Ha!

What in the name of Jesus?

It turns out my brother's a massive fucking dickhead.

(Joseph groans)

(He snores)

Oh…

(He snores)

Ah…

(Glasses and ornaments clatter and clunk)

(Bottles clatter)

Fuck…

- What are you doing? - Eh?

It's my house.

Fuck…

My fucking mouth's on fire.

I need some tablets.

Well, they're not going to be in a fucking bookshelf.

(She sighs)

Go back to bed.

I thought I was in my house.

Fucking hell.

Come here.

Come and sit down.

- Are you going to be sick? - No.

No. Fuck, I think I must have bit my tongue or something.

So just the side of your jaw, is it?

Yeah. Yeah, all in there.

It's fucking killing me.

It's absolutely killing me.

- I'll get you some tablets. - OK.

Here.

Ta.

Thanks.

- (He burps loudly) - Fucking hell.

- Excuse me. I'm sorry. - Jesus Christ, there's kids sleeping.

Sorry.

- How far can you open your jaw? - Ah…

I think I must have…

Let me see.

On the inside, there.

You'll have to open it wider.

I can't.

- Is it sore when I do this? - Argh!

Fucking hell.

Will I be able to go to a dentist?

I'm 100% sure you don't need to go to the dentist.

I've cut my mouth, though. It's almost a bit…

- Did you fucking whack me? - No, it's not, it's lipstick.

Here. Will you fucking rub it off your face.

You look like a twat.

- Why have I got lipstick on? - Because you put it on.

Oh, fucking hell.

Oh, man…

Why did you punch me? What's the do?

You were just being a bit of a… a bit of a tool.

I must have done some fucking bad shit.

You were just talking about my tits and I smacked you.

- Talking about your what? - My tits, my boobs.

Oh, I'm so fucking sorry.

It's grand.

Oh, I really didn't mean that.

I know you didn't. I know. You were drunk.

Really, really drunk.

And funny.

But mostly you were being a twat, so…

- So you spannered me. - Yeah.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - You're all right.

What was she like? Did she kick off?

(She laughs)

Yeah, yeah. I've never seen her that angry.

There was, like, veins coming out everywhere and…

Oh, I've only been here two minutes.

Fucking hell, you didn't half crack me.

I'm really sorry.

You must have got them.

- That's fucking disgusting, trying to… - You're grand.

- You just had a… - … get a grip of your tit and everything.

You're fine, honestly. I know, I know.

I know, you were just…

… you know…

… dealing with stuff.

Your little boy.

How is he?

I didn't get through.

I tried to ring him but there was no answer.

There's a house phone here if you want to…

I can't phone him now, not like this.

(He sighs)

Just seeing you all sitting in this room, do you know what I mean?

What, playing happy family?

Yeah.

I mean, it's no excuse, and I'm not trying to make it an excuse at all,

I just shouldn't drink. I know I shouldn't drink.

- Oh. - I was just missing him so much.

Hard, is it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

What's his name?

Shea.

Shea. That's cool.

Does he look like you?

A little bit, yeah.

That's unfortunate.

- I'm so sorry. - Stop apologising.

Please.

You know.

I get it.

It's in my head sometimes. It fucking won't stop.

Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

It's tiring.

You kind of come here and…

… hope that the noise and all that will…

… block it out and stuff.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I'm just a fuck-up.

Oh, I'm one.

And you are.

You're gorgeous. I don't want to fuck you up as well.

You can't.

Ahem!

Oh, don't mind me.

I just came down for about fucking 10 or 12 Valium

to try and settle my head after tonight.

- I'm really sorry. - Sorry about that.

Can I get you something while I'm up? A cup of tea.

A little red light bulb. Some mood music.

Couple of condoms. What the fuck?

It wasn't her fault. It was mine. She…

I was talking. She was just listening to me.

- Yeah? - No, it was me. Honest to God.

Wipe that smile off your face.

You get a teeny, tiny pass.

Teeny.

But if you ever, ever fucking come back here in that state again,

I'll pack your bags and put you out.

I won't be doing that again. I'm terribly sorry.

But this, whatever this fucking hilarity is,

is over right now.

Look at me, Dinah, so I know you hear me.

A hundred percent.

What the fuck is your deal?

Boxing the jaws off him one minute and chewing the jaws off him the next.

Very Liz Taylor of you.

- Yeah, we're going to bed. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Right.

Romeo, you get back to your fucking bed.

OK.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Fucking monumental prick, you.

And you…

Sorry?

We were just having a chat.

Yeah, looked like it. Cosy.

Are you fucking joking me with this shit?

The amount of times I've fucking opened my door, my ear, my fucking heart to you.

I'm going through this fucking shit and this is what you do to me?

This feels like a massive fucking slap in the face.

Massive.

- (She laughs) - It's not fucking funny.

- I'm not. I'm… - I don't give a shit about you at the moment.

He's my priority.

I have absolutely no problem packing your shit up and fucking you out on the street.

No problem at all.

And I'll do it.

No matter what Michael says, I'm telling you.

This is just a little bit more than I can take at the minute, OK?

Lie down and pull that fucking duvet all the way up.

I'll be doing a sweep every fucking half hour

to make sure your fucking youth club quality tits are still under your fucking T-shirt.

They're there.

Thanks for this.

Aces.

Fuck…

(She sighs heavily)

(Front door closes)

ANNA: Some can of piss, your mate, isn't he?

You know, your all-singing, all-dancing, fucking lipstick wearing alter-ego, Joe Fuck.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that. - Mm.

Epic show.

Michael must think I'm a fucking ballbag.

He thinks you're hilarious.

All the stories I told him about last night,

he was pissing his fucking britches laughing.

Getting on my wick.

You didn't tell him about the tits and everything, did you?

No.

You would be in a B&B if I fucking told him about that.

I kept all the incriminating stuff to myself.

You know, I shouldn't drink.

None of us should drink.

No, I really shouldn't drink.

Why not?

I'm an alcoholic.

Oh.

Shit.

- I haven't had a drink for two years. - Oh, Jesus Christ.

No, that's a lie. I've got to stop lying to you.

I had a drink the other week.

Back home.

That's why I came here.

So what's not coming here that's pushed you off the wagon?

I don't know. I think it was Shea leaving.

- You know, it was just everything. - Fuck.

You know, you work so hard. It's something when you…

… you do all the right things and then…

… you know, to have it taken away from you.

To lose, you know.

It's not the first time you've lost it all.

Oh, shit, and I was such a bitch to you last night. I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

What kind of an alcoholic are you?

Are you a fucking bottle of vodka before work

or an off-switch broken kind of…?

All of it.

So you just can't drink.

No.

No, I shouldn't.

Well, judging on fucking last night's display, you shouldn't.

I'm sorry about her, as well, all that stuff.

Do you know what I mean?

On that…

Aside from all the shit you've got going on, it's not a good idea.

She's…

What's the right thing to say about her?

She's a hot mess.

She lets on everything's OK, but she's…

… carrying around shit, you know.

It was my idea.

You don't need it with everything else, so…

… you're just going to have to park your bike down someone else's lane.

- What you got there, Glen? - It's what you call a white bap.

- Yeah, but what's in it? - Corned beef.

- Jeez, I hate corned beef. - I love it.

I fucking hate it.

What's nice is fried corned beef.

- Fried corned beef? - Yeah.

Christ almighty. Oh, look.

Look, look…

Have a good day, all right?

- See you later. - See you later.

- Has he had a beer? - Hey?

- Has he had a beer? - Enough beer for a few days now.

See you later.

See you, love.

- Do some work. - Yeah, yeah.

Cheeky.

Here he is. Here he is.

- Did you get a bollocking? - Yeah.

I hear you can't handle your stout, young man.

I can't handle a packet of wine gums, never mind a pint of stout.

I'm surprised you're here at all.

Janine?

Janine? Sorry, er…

- It is Janine, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, sorry. Er…

You probably don't remember me, but you dealt with my case.

Yeah. I do remember.

- It's Dinah, isn't it? - Yeah.

Yeah.

You've changed, sorry.

Yeah, my mum was in control of the hairbrush back then.

The clothes and everything else, yeah.

I remember your mother.

Yeah.

Hey, I don't really know,

I don't want to be wasting your time or the system's time, but, er…

… I didn't know what was the best way for me to make contact.

Make contact with me?

No, er, with…

… with my son.

I've been looking into it and I'm not an idiot.

I know that it's, erm…

- Look… - I have to, you know, go through you and…

… I really wanted to see him.

And we need to make an appointment.

Yeah, I didn't… I don't know how, like…

What I need to do is to check out what the parents agreed to.

Erm…

They probably agreed to potential future contact. They…

They usually do. We encourage them to.

- OK. - But…

But I have to tell you that it is up to your little boy's adoptive parents.

They make the call and sometimes they change their minds,

depending on where they're at and…

… and what they think is best for…

… for the little boy. So…

So it's completely off the cards, then, is it, really?

You can just tell me now.

No, no. I can't say until I look at the files.

Leave it with me and…

I can't talk to you now because I'm on my way home,

- but I'll be in tomorrow and, erm…

- Could I make an appointment? - No, no, I…

Let's say, can you make 1:30?

1:30, lunchtime?

Yeah, yeah, I can do that. I don't bring anything? I don't…?

You don't need to bring anything.

I'll have the files up.

We'll take it from there, OK?

- Yeah. - You won't forget?

No, what time was it, sorry?

Fucking…

1:30.

- 1:30. - OK.

I've got it in my head. Have you got it in yours?

Yeah. I'm going to write it on a sticky note.

Good woman.

Stick it on my face.

(She laughs)

- Side of my head. - You haven't lost your sense of humour.

No. Erm…

- OK. - You're looking good.

Yeah.

Thank you.

All right, Joe?

All right, mate?

Is your head all right?

- Yeah, it's getting there. - Yeah.

And the lads are OK with you?

Yeah.

Couple of pussy jokes and that, but, yeah, not too bad.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look, mate, er…

I'm sorry.

Why?

Oh, just, you know, last night.

It's all right. I told you, it doesn't matter.

I shouldn't drink.

That's my problem, I shouldn't drink.

Yeah.

Look, I've been meaning to say to you, anyway…

… if you ever want to talk to anybody, you know, I'm there, you know.

Talk about what?

Tell me to fuck off if you like, but you know I was in that place as well, Joe.

I know you were only in for a short time, but it leaves its mark on you, you know?

No, mate, like I've said to you,

like, you know, I don't remember anything.

Yeah. You ran away, though, didn't you?

Yeah, I ran away, yeah.

Why do you think you did that?

What do you mean?

Forget it.

Yeah, I ran away. I fucking ran away.

- They just took my sister off me. - Yeah.

Yeah, so I wanted to run away, so I ran away.

What the fuck's it got to do with you, mate?

- Cos there was bad bastards in there, Joe. - I know there was bad bastards.

What do you keep asking me all these questions for, eh?

Look, don't try and fucking psychoanalyse me, mate.

- I'm not trying to psychoanalyse you. - You fucking are!

Look, don't try and put me in your boat. What happened to you?

- Was you fucking bummed or something? - Fuck off, Joe.

Was you in a little bum gang? Are you trying to put me in there?

Did a fucking priest suck your cock or something?

Hey, stop trying to fucking get in my head, mate.

Cos my head's not that good at the minute.

And I don't fucking need you in there.

OK? I don't need it.

Fuck off, Joe, all right?

- I was reaching out my hand to you, yeah? - I don't fucking want it.

I don't need it, mate.

No, I'm sorry, Craigy.

(Door closes)

Sorry, mate.

Fucking questions.

Fucking and…

… and I bottled it.

(MUSIC: Lay Me Down by Ted Barnes)

♪ I'm in a crowded cell

♪ The super calls my name

♪ He shuts me in a room

♪ He calls two soldiers in

♪ They clamp my head with irons

♪ Their hands becoming fists

♪ You will see us again

♪ You will remember this

♪ Behind it sits a man

♪ Fingernails are on the floor

♪ He laughs and asks, "What kind

♪ "Of freedom do you want?"

♪ This image on repeat

♪ A mouth that cannot speak

♪ A huge force pressing in

♪ A giant looming fist

♪ You will see us again

♪ You will remember this. ♪

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