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My daughter wasn't the first one that leg turned into a spacer.

It was a wicked old draw for it always.

Turned half the place crooked in the head.

I thought I'd never escape it.

I still don't know how much myself I left back there.

It mightn't look like it.

But this is a kind of a funny story.

The way one thing led to another.

And everything just went phenomenally fucking mental.

What kind of a night did you have?

Don't be talking to me.

How'd your nightmare end?

It broke the end of a round in my brain.

Are you going to humiliate me, Sarah?

This is Daddy Manion.

I married the man.

I know you.

Tell me about it.

You need to take her to that doctor.

You're not to leave me, Sarah.

Where else would I be going with this fucking set?

The Manions owned and ran this place always.

Kept it in the family.

So did he have an old go -up your last night, he did?

And how many times did it come?

Martin Mannion.

The younger of daddy's two sons by the first old bat.

God, a raptor.

Poor Martin wasn't setting the world on fire.

Mr. Mannion?

I'm from the Organic Certification Board.

The older son was my true love.

Doggy Manion.

Now I come on to fuck!

Also known as the Dog Man.

1996.

One thing you don't ask is how he got the fucking name.

1990.

October.

He believes the birds have planned through.

There would have been... What would you be?

He believes there are voices in the dark.

Too much love in me heart.

That doggy minion's only problem.

And he believes in first love.

The poor dog man.

He couldn't even get out of his own fucking shack.

You were wrong.

A very talented pet.

But you know what I mean, like... Are you going to make an appearance at the

school today?

I have the old headaches bad again.

You have no temperature.

But I'll tell you what I do have.

What's that?

Taste of metal in me mouth.

no interest in the fucking thing.

What kind of a child can I get if I'm addicted to the fucking internet?

Me head is raw, TJ.

I'm not giving it a break.

Smoking that ganja morning and night.

How's that going to get us out of here?

There's nothing getting us out of this place, Pacho.

There's no true heart, TJ.

A faithless.

Not smoke a giant at least, no.

I would not, Pacho.

Because my body is a temple.

I don't want to go up there.

I don't want to go up there either.

No tights, have we?

Nine grand, we ought to fuck her.

Well, what is it he wants us to do?

I'll just be looking in the window, people.

That's not going to clear us nine grand of debt.

It's surveillance, TJ.

Anyhow, the dog worked in strange ways.

Give it time, it'll wind up being more than looking in at people.

I suppose... the problem with the dog is... he

can't leave the place.

On account of his... his what you call it.

Acra type cunt.

An acrobat.

An agoraphobic teacher.

An acrobat's the cunt swinging himself off the ceiling.

I don't care what the fuck he is.

All I'm worried about is how we're going to clear nine grand of debt.

You'd have a man killed around this place for 500 euro.

It's 400 in Moorhill.

You hear that said?

In Moorhill they have a kind of a twist in the mind.

Twist?

So didn't her own uncle set himself on fire up there?

Oh, all the hens.

Treated wrong, always.

How's business, Dougie? Half and half the road. Get into me.

Han!

She's back in the same bed as him.

And was he interfering with her, or could you see from where you were hid?

Or you don't want to tell me?

It's hard to say, Dougie, from the angle that we're at. I know she's your own

cousin, and you might want to look... And of course, the lights were out as

well.

And... The lights.

Oh, well.

You wouldn't want to be looking at a big, ignorant ape like me father, would

you?

Manion introductions, Doug Manion speaking.

Huh?

Okay. And the name?

Okay, calm yourself and listen to me, Rach.

Manion, introductions, days with clients of all shapes and sizes.

What size of a girl are you exactly?

And what class of dress size would you take?

A 22.

I have to go live with my mother. Jesus Christ.

Hold on to yourself and listen to me.

I've dealt with men as a 22 in my day and bigger again.

Stop it.

There's no call for tears now.

Ah, look.

I have a folder here.

Full of fellas whose tongues will be hanging out of their heads by the size

of a dress size.

I've a fella here, works in the forestry.

I don't need to ask you a question, Rachel.

Have you a strong sense of smell?

He's not a bad looking man by any means.

I'm not saying he's an oil painting.

But Jesus God, Rachel, when you're hammering around a place in the size 22

dress size, it's not going to be George Clooney landing in the door gin and

wafting espresso off him.

Why'd they interfere with her in the bed last night? Honestly, dog, we didn't

see.

Hold me there one minute, Rhys.

Thank you.

Manion Bedbride, Dog Manion speaking.

Huh?

No, I'm taking no more beds in the French docks.

I'll tell you why.

Because it's crooked fuckers who's running the French docks.

Have a think about Clooney from the forestry and I'll come back to you,

I fucking tell you, boys.

From the lake below there, across the woods up here, as far as the

curlews and the far side, as far as Moe Hill in the east, it's all fucked.

It's all got the bad strain.

How do you get a feel for this kind of thing, dog man?

By paying attention to what's going on around me.

By using my fucking eyes.

By using my fucking ears. Well, you don't leave this place, Doc.

By using my fucking feel, TJ.

It's the bad strain that causes all the lies around here.

A woman saying one thing and meaning another.

I'm not calling your cousin a liar, but... But if there's lies being told to

me...

Someone needs to fucking bleed for it.

You're to keep an eye on him for now.

That Tess McGuire, it is.

It is, yeah.

She's looking fabulous.

Best she's looked for years, Phyllis. You had work to do.

I had.

Poor dear.

Fucked herself into the lake.

That can give the green bloat.

She wasn't in there long enough for that.

You've done her proud, Mr. Mannion.

She had nice colour on her.

It's the first bit of colour on that poor woman's face.

It's the days of ABBA and discos, Phyllis.

Poor Tess was 20 years dying.

Friends of the operation, aren't you?

Lady of the Maguire.

You have got out great.

I've got out like a whore's breakfast, Martin.

That's what they'd nearly be after, the Maguire.

What are you doing here, Martin?

I think the chickens are out of going to fuck on me, Dad.

And what's after happening is... I'll tell you what you do so, Martin.

Go out and ring Sky Breaking News and tell them to shut developments in.

Martin Menyon of Tremord is after making a pig's mickey of another business. Da.

Listen.

To no fault of my own. I don't want to listen to it. To no fault of my own.

Changing the regulations of organic search and the way things are looking

now can mean I have gone leeching you.

I don't want to listen to it, Martin.

You're a half...

All you do is go around town following your lad.

Says he and he took up with me brother's missus. Leave it.

And the town get in the hole of its mouth.

Talking down manions like we're fucking pieces of shit. I took that girl off the

roads.

And your brother went out to a fucking shack in the woods. I was mad before he

got there.

We were respectable people.

With me mother still warm in the grave, you went and you fucking... Ma 'am.

Let me tell you the fundamental facts.

The best part of you dripped down my leg.

You're worse than useless.

You had the deli and you ran it into the ground. You had your, what do you call

it, fucking gastropub and you ran it into the ground as well.

The tan shop went the same way.

You must be the only Egypt in the northwest region that couldn't make a go

fucking tan shop.

And the cunts out there screaming for a bit of colour in their face.

I bailed you out again and again and again.

The bills you couldn't face. The loans you couldn't pay.

And your mad brother above in a wagon in Drumhold Woods.

And money harshing in the door. From drugs and whores and robbed antiques and

betting. I need you to make account of it.

So what you're saying to me, basically, that...

There's no.

That's what I'm saying to you, man.

I don't believe in God.

I don't believe in the devil neither.

I don't believe in angels or ghosts or demons or any of it.

You never know what the road will bring in.

You never know what will fall out of the sky.

I think I had an appointment.

Yes.

Aye.

11 o 'clock, Mr. Tobin.

Richard, is it?

Yep. Yep.

Mr. Mannion isn't actually here at the moment.

He has an old deer to lay out.

Lay out?

There's a hushed up deer somewhere.

I might have what you're looking for, Mr. Tobin.

No school today, no?

Taste of metal in me mouth.

Bad dose.

I do.

And I don't know if the leaf is there for you.

Ready for signing.

Must have been a chipper.

Super.

The money is cleared. You're all set to go.

The very best of luck to you now with everything, Richard.

I think it might be Richie.

Homework, is it?

Fair play.

A woman with a future.

A man with a past.

St. Charlotte's under -19s.

1998 county champions.

The Hovers haven't won it since.

A lot of the lads are dying off now.

Tommy Crane drowned in a slurry pit.

Alan Conlon turned the car over outside Ballymote.

Poor Phil Qualley had a cancer.

You pick Martin out.

Man, you're the head in this.

Head's like boiled ham.

Always.

And you picked me out.

Dead inside, in fairness.

They can't even kick a ball down there these days.

Sure, all the lads are going out foreign now.

They are.

And the cunts have Australia destroyed.

The place you see, what it is really is the inside of my brain, you know?

If I didn't have a pin to the wall, I might lose it altogether.

I know that.

They want me to go to the head doctor.

They say it runs in the family.

Listen to me.

It's just the fear of it, you know?

They say things like madness. It runs in families.

Or heart attacks or cancer or suicides. It runs in families.

But often all that runs in families is just the fear of those things because

they've happened before.

Do you understand me?

Maybe.

But fear is the most powerful thing.

If you let fear into you, it can make a reality out of anything.

Do you want to come outside?

Huh?

Do you want to come outside now?

Come on, doggy.

It's been years since I've been down in that town.

She's asleep.

I gave her a pill.

Mother of Jesus.

What the fuck, Pacho?

Daddy's ass is as weight as the moon.

Do you like humiliating me, Sarah?

I do, yeah.

Fuck. Is it bigger than mine?

Well, there's no comparison.

It's a wonder he can walk around the place at all.

Well, you paid me like the fucking weasel I am.

You well, dog?

No point complaining.

Anything strange below?

The whole fucking place is strange.

How's the love life?

Nearly have her kept in a jar altogether now at this stage.

You're not stepping out no more with that girl from the Lidl?

Oh, has she? Bella Rutten, she was.

Svetlana. She was.

That's all over.

They make a fine track of the Bella Rutten's.

How are the chickens?

I'm hearing they're constantly dreaming.

Why are you here, Martin?

Look, what I was wondering, dog, is there any chance you could help me out

the... There wouldn't be, Martin.

How many times have I bailed you out before?

A fella that never visited me once when I was sick.

It's all a long time ago now.

I'm fearing.

Don't seem long to me.

Dog.

Maybe I can help you out, you know?

Help me how?

Against the old fella.

Listen to me, Martin.

We're the Manions.

We're the story this place tells itself.

And what's between Daddy and me is like a tidal line.

It's like a land of water held at tension.

It has to be held fucking taut, you know.

Because if either one of us read the end, let's drop the whole fucking thing

comes down.

Sometimes I think, you know, I've held on to it for too long.

Maybe I might just let it all come down.

I don't be against him.

I keep that in mind, Martin.

Take me serious!

For once in your life!

Look after yourself, Martin.

You could come back, dog.

I could come back.

You could bunk up with me below.

Like when we were small.

Who's matter?

Me or you?

Still doing the two first of a Monday.

The what?

Two snack boxes for the price of one.

Where did you say that?

There was a small amount of blood in your head there, fella.

Sorry about that.

Should have seen the book about the place before you.

Bit of a knock you got there at some point.

Some fella come at you with a hatchet.

I haven't a fucking clue how it happened, lads.

She's not coming back, is she?

Is he alright?

Ah, he'll be grand again in a while.

Manion introductions, Doug Manion speaking.

Oh, hello there.

How are you getting on? Not too great now, in all honesty.

I know the way.

I know it only too well.

Excuse me.

Who did you drop, by any chance?

I believe I might be.

That's Philip's crime, behind you.

Doing our amazing grace.

You wouldn't be in the full year held after, Philip.

No, but, um... Is Teddy Green in it?

Who?

Little birdy -faced fella having a weeb.

Yeah, he's on a hike to him.

That's his part.

Makes a holy show of the place.

What are you looking for?

I'm sorry?

Man or woman, dog or cat.

I'm looking for a friend at the boat.

And what's your usual leaning?

He must have some notion.

I'll tell you one thing, though.

I don't want anything to do with women with horses' tails.

You're in the wrong leg of the woods, so?

When was the last time you were with a woman? I don't know.

I have folders here.

Can you describe yourself to me?

I'm an average -sized cut of a gentleman.

Ella told me that once.

Turned out to be 24 stones.

Nearly flattened that poor girl from Boyle.

I have scars.

And a... kind of wounds.

How would you describe yourself?

A fucking maggot. A fucking maggot that can't crawl

out of its hole.

Take a handy on yourself.

I can leave whatever I want, she says.

I can leave whatever I want, she says.

Gee, whatever I want, she said.

You find your feet.

You'd have to be born to it to love it.

The lake kind of makes it nice.

As long as you don't fuck yourself into it.

Wind up with the green blot on you.

Hey. We've often put down worse.

It's the Tobin, is it?

That's right.

Mind your action here, son.

All right.

I'm going to call in to see you, actually.

I, uh... I was just wondering, do you know how it came about?

How it happened?

Me buying the premises.

I'll tell you straight now, son.

The last thing this place needs is another lunatic with his head gone

Things happen because they happen, son.

You're here, in this godless hole of a place.

Deal with it.

I have to see you, Sarah.

Don't mind the old ball of talk now. Sarah, listen.

Is this the life, do you think, that I'm having?

You're depressed, Martin.

This isn't the answer.

I'm in love with you, Sarah.

Hello?

You're an adult.

I had to stop going around the place trying to convince yourself of nonsense.

Sarah, I'll hurt myself.

Don't put this on me.

I'm up to my eyeballs with Mannion.

This is done with. It's the answer to nothing.

I'll tell him. I'll tell him. You'll tell him what?

I'll tell him about us.

Barton, do one thing for me now, OK?

Turn around and fuck off.

There was a tiny island out there.

Myself and the dog would go out there drinking.

When we were kids.

Nothing out there, but it was a magic place.

Sometimes I just want to go back out there again.

Bottle of vodka.

Packet of fags.

And feel the way I felt when I was 17.

Don't want you looking like a badger neither, dog. You know what I'm saying?

I won't look like a badger.

I should iron goodle.

Skin's looking a bit better.

I haven't been scratching so much.

Good man.

Haven't got the rash so bad in me arm, neither.

That'll be a great ease to you.

Damon Albarn, watch your back.

I missed you last week.

I can't come every week.

His funeral was over the years this week. It was handy.

How's his blood pressure?

Don't be jerking around the place, that die will float.

Remember that song from the dead, do you?

Okay.

You're going to have to let it all go at some stage.

You know that, don't you?

Why?

You might take a seat for me there, Martin.

On what? Why?

No, Martin.

Teddy, what are you doing here?

You rode your own dead mother.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, Teddy.

You showed your colours, Martin.

Now get in the chair before I'm dug from you!

You might use that as a gag for me.

I don't want you to swallow your tongue.

Please, Daddy.

Please, Daddy.

Please, Daddy.

Hey.

I want to dislocate the throat of no man.

Let me give you something to remember tonight by.

Ha ha ha!

It's just that my self -esteem is in a bucket, you know?

What do you mean?

What do you like to me, Sarah? I don't want to have to go home.

Doggy!

Tell me again how it'd work out for us.

We won't live forever.

It'll be just you and me. That's all?

Are you back in the same bed, is it? Aye.

Of course I'm not.

If you're lying to me, Sarah... Ah, Doccy.

You don't need me to leave this place.

You know that, don't you?

You can leave whenever you like.

Pacho, are we going to send the video to the dog man?

The proof he was after.

She was doing the dirty now.

Pacho, can you imagine where it sends him?

In the mental state.

I mean, you can make out the brother as well.

Think about it.

She's doing the brother and the father at the same time.

Effectively.

Very effective.

Like a duck.

Rough day?

Yeah.

Bucket chips, please.

What's wrong with your shoulder?

It's dislocated.

I think I can fix that for you.

Hmm?

No, no.

What do you mean, fix it?

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Get me around there now.

It's just... And you're going to take a deep breath for me. Just hold it for me.

There's nothing wrong with the camping foot, right, again?

I'd say you kept some rough company in your day.

Wouldn't put it past myself.

Send the video now, DJ.

No, but you have to see what we saw.

She's gone with you.

You just stop going up there.

We had to finish the him and you north.

I don't give a fuck no more what happens in Sarah.

Don't go cruel on me.

She's done up.

How are we now?

It's a little bit different to the old house, Teddy.

Are you listening to me?

Child in the house.

You lied to me, Sarah.

And I can't hear your voice now.

Okay.

He's fucking ruined. He can't do one thing right in his life because of you.

You've fucked it all up. Our mother, why did she fuck herself in the fucking

lake? Why did she die? Why didn't you fucking die, huh?

She fucked herself in the lake because you're fucking mad, Dermot. Don't

say that.

I'm only telling you the fucking truth, Dermot.

I told you not to call me that.

I know she goes down to you.

I know her routine.

She does your hair.

She brings you vitamins.

She brings you skin cream.

Because she knows you're mad, Dermot. Don't call me that again.

It's your fucking name, Dermot.

You're a fucking manion.

Didn't I wet the head in you meself?

Doggy.

Doggy, listen to me. Shut up.

I was 19 years of age.

And you left me to rot in the fucking mental.

Because you were ashamed of what I said for the family name.

Eight months walking that corridor.

And did you come visit me once even?

Did your brother come visit?

Was he left?

He didn't want to go.

As I led out to my mother's funeral.

You'd have jumped in the grave after.

Do you remember when I did get out, Daddy?

I was 19 years of age.

I went down to that lake in the middle of the night.

I put myself into the water.

I didn't want to be taken out of it.

Because you know what it felt like?

Water.

Fucking kindness.

Then I'd be down there with Mammy at least.

You could have had a life.

You had the brains for it.

You could have had the run of this town and not be stuck in a wagon up the

Dremord Wood.

Why do you lie to me? So you wouldn't go and fucking job yourself!

were respectable fucking people at one time.

The Mannions.

Martin, you're a fucking halfwit.

You're from your mother's side.

And you, you'll be back in an institution.

Only this time you'll die in it.

You don't think there's been enough tonight?

Hold your lip, you.

I'm warning you.

You're warning...

Remember who you are and what you are.

That's supposed to mean?

You're a Mulveil.

I know what you came from.

Watch your mouth now.

I rode your whore mother in 1992.

And two of your three whore nymphs.

If I didn't ride the one with the bucketty leg, it's because I didn't have

charity in me fucking heart for it.

Look, there's nothing we can do.

We're going to have to go on the guard.

Is his head bad?

It's not good.

Sweetheart, we're all in shock now, but we're going to have to think this

through.

Would the lake look after him?

Look, I know you're upset.

But we have to face the reality now.

Yourself in the women's jail.

And I'm doing what?

Smuggling the peanut fucking greaser into you.

Charles is right.

If he's long enough in the lake, the green bloke kicks in.

Must have slapped his head off a rock and he'd thrown himself in. And you

God help us, that he hasn't been great in himself.

It's just last long a while.

What are you like?

Mannions.

I tell you one thing, you don't look... peaceful.

What are you doing?

Huh?

Man's dead as a stone.

Who are you telling?

And you called and clammed me up again, me face.

Doug, you just think now.

I don't think we can do it.

We have to.

Listen to me.

We ought to, Sarah.

Just think it would feel different without him.

A bit too early to tell.

Doggie!

Dogman!

Pacho, listen to me.

Imagine what he'd have in there.

Let's go.

Can I take it out of this place? Wave a goodbye, Thomas John.

Woo -hoo!

I never know a step before.

What?

Tremord.

But he's the same backwards as forwards. Yeah, it does, yeah.

It reflects itself.

It's a palindrome.

I don't care what the fuck it is.

But he's the same backwards as forwards.

As a place up in the hills.

Up in the demurred wood past Doggy's old shack.

And when you're high enough you can see the entire town reflected in the lake.

Every last stone and brick of it.

And it makes me wonder.

What if we're only the reflection?

What if the real town is down there in that black water?

And these now would be the executive homes, you know? All right.

Three beds, four beds, underfloor heating, double -glazed aluminium, keep

wind off you, intelligent lighting, more brains than myself to lighten.

Open plant kitchen space.

Scandinavian, how are you?

And, uh, washing machines. I nearly talked to you. And what's it going to be

called, the estate?

Oh, the, um, the Lakeview.

That's the way we're thinking.

You never had a cheapo in your life, Maggie.

But you're getting one now.

Don't you know we can't make you forget your man?

You're a bad pacifier.

You can't change your desire.

Don't you know we can't make you forget your man?

Your man.

I'm not a man.