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[wind howling]

I've never understood the fuss about New Year's Eve.

All that stuff about feeling hope for the future.

I mean, take the countdown.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Jumping up and down like you'd welcome another year.

Six, five, four...

Like it all meant something.

And all because...

Three, two, one.

...we managed to get to nothing.

Again.

There are pills if you feel too low.

And there are pills if you feel too high.

But there's absolutely nothing if you feel absolutely nothing.

And I wanted to feel peace, not nothing.

'Don't do it,' they say.

'Think of all your loved ones.' My ma, overdose.

Slipped away beside me watching some soppy Christmas movie.

I ate all the chocolates.

My da...

No, I don't want it. Take it. Take it.

Not a word out of you.

I know what you're like.

New Year's Eve, you're looking for a good time.

Right?

Hold on... Frank Feeney.

He was the one who gave my ma

that special Christmassy feeling.

With a dozen roses and two black eyes.

My friend Marie.

What about you, love? Nice costume.

With any luck, you'll be far, far away, girl.

Dara?

Hey, there.

She'll still be trying to find her pants.

Lucy.

And Pearse.

I hadn't even met him yet.

Nothing's real.

It's like a film.

Rewind.

Fast-forward.

It doesn't matter how you look at it.

I just want the show to be over.

Let me sit there in the dark.

Forever.

For fuck's sake!

You don't need to do this!

You were sticking your nose in where it's not wanted.

And that's not very clever. Is it?

I'm just looking for me brother.

For fuck's sake, he's me brother.

What have you fucking done with him?

You need to learn to do what you're told, Pearse.

Hi. This is Greta. Leave a message... or don't.

I did leave a message.

I left two.

Come on, Greta, where are you?

It's New Year's Eve.

Give me a shout back, right?

Oh fuck, I knew it.

No way, Harry.

I've made arrangements.

I need somebody to work tonight.

Pick.

This is shit. I never win anything.

Life's shit. Pick.

Fuck it!

I can't believe it.

Neither can I.

Happy New Year, boys and girls.

Happy New Year to you, Harry.

Yeah.

Happy New Year, Harry.

Dickhead.

Right.

Thought you were on a diet.

Supplies.

See you next year, Mac.

What the...?

Fucking...

Richie!

Richie, where the fuck are you?

Richie!

You've some balls, Richie.

Who's that in the security video?

Come on, spit it out.

What do you mean?

I had nothing to do with this.

I swear.

I went to the shop for smokes.

And then I came back here and...

I'm sorry.

Get back behind the bar.

No, I don't fucking trust him.

Fuck!

I don't trust you, Ross.

I'm going to find out what's going on here.

This was too easy.

It was nothing to do with me, I swear to God.

Jesus!

Fuck!

Prove it.

OK, I will.

Where's Johnny Moyes got to?

I don't know, boss.

He said he needed some time off.

Time off?

What is this, the fucking civil service?

Get him back in here, Ross,

or you'll be the one taking some time off.

Permanently.

Greta?

Greta, open up.

I know you're there.

I've got you a costume.

Hang it on the door, yeah?

Greta, what is it I'm supposed to have done?

I don't understand.

It can't be that bad.

See you later?

Sorry I stitched you up, Marie.

And I'm sorry we can't go away together.

I know how much it means to you.

You always thought I was so sad about my ma.

But what I never told you is I wasn't.

No matter how hard I tried to be.

And I couldn't figure out why and...

...and that's what made me so sad...

inside.

Until I realised.

I'm my da, from the soles of my two feet to the top of my

hateful, fucked-up, psycho head.

And I'll never get away from that, so don't ever think there

was anything you could have done.

Love you...

always.

There you are, Johnny. That's £3.50, please.

£3.50, Johnny.

Forget about it.

Happy New Year, eh?

Johnny Moyes been in?

Not interested.

Feeney wants you.

I told you. I'm finished with all that.

Really?

Do you remember this?

Fucking prick.

Turn that fucking thing off.

Come on, get up.

Get up!

Wake up.

Hey, wake up!

Fuck.

This is serious!

Hey!

Won't take a jury long to convict you with that

wee bit of evidence. Would it, Johnny?

You'll get that back when you're done.

Done what?

Hi, Marie.

You ready?

Is Greta not with you?

No, haven't seen her.

I'm sure she'll catch up with us later.

I dropped her costume off early, she wouldn't answer the door.

I just can't figure out what her problem is.

What do you mean?

She was probably in the shower or something.

Look, Marie, I don't know what's going on with you two,

but you're gonna leave it at home tonight.

I really wanna have fun

and I don't want you two huffing and spoiling it for me.

I'm not huffing, Dara.

What are you supposed to be, anyway?

Michael Jackson?

Mary Poppins.

Oh. OK.

Let's go, then, Mary.

Glad to see you went for something

more mature this year, Dara.

Tonight's not the night for being mature, Miss Poppins.

It's New Year's Eve.

Who knows what could happen?

Where have you been?

What's the matter with you?

You look shite.

Sure you don't wanna wee something?

You got something to tell me?

What do you mean?

I've been robbed.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'd call the cops if I were you, Frank.

Haha, very funny, Johnny.

Whoever it was knew there was a lot of money.

Even knew the combination.

What do you want me to do about it?

I want you to find out who it was.

Get my money back.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

Can't trust those two clowns.

Ross might be in on it for all I know.

Cup of tea?

Hey. Hey.

What do you think you're doing?

Get to fuck. This is none of your business.

That's mine. Give it back.

Wouldn't be much good down there.

There's blood coming out of your nose.

Don't bleed in it.

You're about to toss yourself off a bridge and you're worried

about me bleeding on this?

No wonder you're about to top yourself,

listening to this shite.

What are you supposed to be anyway, some kind of fairy?

I'm not a fairy. I'm an angel.

On your way to heaven, eh?

Well, your costume's good.

I mean, I could tell you were a gobshite right away.

What do you think you're doing?

Let me go!

Get to fuck!

I'm warning you!

Leave me alone!

I should have let you jump.

At last we're getting somewhere!

You want a hand?

We've been over all this.

Fuck, Ross, what are you looking for?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look.

Fuck, aye.

It's your man.

It's Pearse Kelly. It's Pearse fucking Kelly.

Who's Pearse Kelly?

Eddie Kelly's brother.

Well, pardon me. Of course.

Ma Kelly's son.

Ned Kelly's cousin.

Who the fuck is Eddie Kelly?

The wee spied we caught dealing last month, boss.

And now his brother's looking revenge, huh?

No idea.

We just did what you said, boss.

Cops better not come sniffing round here

over this Eddie Kelly.

I'm warning youse.

I want my money back.

So go fucking get it.

It's like a murder mystery.

Murder fucking mystery.

We have to find out who did it.

We know who did it.

He's on the telly fucking doing it.

I hope it's not too rocky down there.

If there's rocks, they'll be picking bits up of

you here, there and everywhere.

I'll be dead anyway. I won't care.

I'm just saying you gotta think about the poor

bastard who's gonna find you.

Well, at least you picked the highest point.

You'll probably be dead before you hit the water.

Would you ever just leave me alone?

And If there's a heaven, you'll hardly get in.

No suicides.

I think it's the door policy.

Yeah, well, I don't believe in heaven.

It's my decision to make.

What'll they say at your funeral?

I don't care what they say.

But, seriously, what'll they say?

You know, achievements, adventures,

funny stories, not so funny stories?

What'll you be remembered by?

Need a hand, angel?

Grab me hand.

Come on, jump.

Prick. What?

We don't need a gun.

Pearse Kelly stole Feeney's money.

It's time for us to get serious, Johnny.

We're gonna find him, draw a line under this and then you can

do whatever you want.

Here, put this in your bag.

Get to fuck.

Do you know how much this stuff costs?

I'm busted. Come on, open up.

Put it in your...

Look, I'm not stealing it.

You've got the magic bag.

Come on, just put it in the fucking...

One second. I'll deal with this.

Oh, that's a mortal sin.

What in utter fuck's going on here?

It was her.

It was...

It...

It fell.

Get the fuck out.

Sorry.

It's New Year's Eve, there's no trains, there's no buses

and there's never any fucking taxies.

So the odds are stacked in our favour, all right?

Oh, aye.

Lucky fucking us.

Do you smoke?

No.

What's your name?

Greta.

Greta?

Yeah, like, you know, Greta Garbo.

Never heard of her.

She's dead anyway.

It was my mother's name.

Was?

She's dead too.

Sorry.

It's OK.

I'm Pearse.

You wouldn't happen to have any water on you, would you?

Thanks.

What happened?

Your face looks like you're wearing it inside out.

You think this is bad? You should see the other guys.

Not a scratch on them.

Don't I know you?

I saw you earlier.

You're the poster guy.

Aye.

You haven't seen him, have you?

That's my kid brother, Eddie.

He went missing about a month ago, the headcase.

Why? What did he do?

Bit of dealing in a club in town.

Except the owner of this club doesn't like it when

you're not dealing his stuff. You know?

Which club?

Frank Feeney's club, Limbo.

I just fear the worst for me brother, you know.

Open the door, Kelly.

Can't see him.

Open the fucking door, Kelly.

Or we'll kick it in!

That's great, Jack.

He's really gonna let us in now, isn't he?

In fact, I think I can hear him putting the fucking kettle on.

Fuck.

Fucking leg.

Well done.

Mission accomplished.

Fuck up.

I'll check upstairs.

Here, fishy, fishy.

Here, boy.

I think they're dead.

Yeah.

No, he's not here.

Not going very far.

Passport's here.

Yeah. Hang on a minute.

Johnny.

Johnny.

It's Feeney for you.

Yeah.

I wouldn't bank on it.

He's probably long gone by now.

Whatever you say...

boss.

He wants us to wait here in case he turns up.

Fair enough.

What?

Give us me phone.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

You can't leave it here.

Park it round the corner.

Hi. This is Greta. Leave a message.

Fucking voicemail.

Where is she?

Where'd you get that?

I robbed it, from the offlicence.

When you were apologising to Johnny Mottleface.

You sneaky bitch.

Good on you.

Fuck. It's rank.

Oh, yeah.

Anyway, he kept banging on about it.

So I thought I'd give it a go. Why not?

I haven't seen it.

Have you seen it?

No.

Don't.

It's the biggest pile of balls.

I mean, I am openminded, but nothing fucking happens.

Every now and again this fucker appears with a rabbit's mask.

I mean, I have me limits.

Jack, are you gonna go and buy some cigarettes?

Get to fuck.

Go get them yourself, eh?

Now, that other one, that's a good movie.

With the...

with the same guy.

Your man.

The blondie dancer bloke that was in that

Dirty whatchamacallit.

He's amazing.

With your woman, Whoopi Woolaberg.

Why doesn't he do more stuff?

He died.

Did he fuck.

When?

Wait till I tell you about Micky Pick and what he said to me.

See, as a joke, I told everyone him and Doreen were at it.

Riding like rabbits and everything.

Except now he freaks out.

Says I mention it again and he's gonna kill me.

I says, 'Aye, go on, go ahead.'

Kill me. I don't give a shit.

Either way, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life.

Why the fuck would anybody wanna kill me, Johnny?

What's up with you?

Would you ever just shut the fuck up for one fucking minute?

Fuck!

Johnny, what the fuck?

Why don't you hold up a fucking sign telling him

we're waiting for him?

Give me a fag.

Come on.

Got a bit of a shake there, Johnny.

Sure you don't need to powder your nose?

Get off the street.

Holy fuck.

Popcorn or chocolate peanuts?

Not for me, babe.

Eating's cheating.

Ladies.

Thank you.

Cheers. Cheers.

That'd take paint off a fucking door.

Two more?

Sean.

Same again, please.

Did you see Greta tonight?

Miss Feeney?

Can't say I have.

It's early yet.

Aye. The night is young.

Make 'em doubles.

See, tomorrow, quitting.

New Year's resolution.

I got a New Year's resolution too.

One man.

Per night?

No.

Like forever.

Just me and him.

Right.

It's your round.

Come on, I gotta go.

You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Look, if I leave and I've heard you jump, it'll be another thing

on my mind.

Come on, you don't need this.

What the fuck do you know about what I need?

I know you don't need to kill yourself.

I mean, why?

Why is this any of your business?

What can you get out of this?

Peace!

Peace?

That's about the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Peacefully ripped to shreds as your body hits the rocks?

As your lungs fill with water?

How the fuck can you find peace if you're dead?

I'm Frank Feeney's daughter.

Frank Feeney's daughter?

Aye.

Don't...

Don't mess with me.

Are you Frank Feeney's daughter?

Aye.

I should have pushed you off.

Go ahead, then.

He'll kill you.

What, like he killed my brother?

You're looking revenge.

You wanna get your own back on him.

Well, so do I.

Do you remember that time Greta picked up that weird guy

and we went back to his flat?

Did you shag him?

No.

What?

Where is she?

What's going on with you two?

Me and Greta, we were gonna go away.

Why would you wanna do that?

To see someplace else.

There has to be more to life than Derry.

Well, where were youse gonna go?

Australia.

Australia.

That's...

That's like...

The other side of the world.

When are youse off?

I don't know now.

What do you mean?

I think she's blown me out.

I know what that feels like, Marie.

Dara.

Dara, I was gonna tell...

Repeat after me: I was 42 when I first lost my virginity to 12

soldiers for the fourth time 100 years ago in 1923.

I was thinking more along the lines of killing him.

You wouldn't win.

Look, this is a better option, Pearse.

Trust me.

Hit him where it hurts most.

I was 42 when I first lost my virginity to 11 soldiers...

12.

...to 12 soldiers for the fourth time 100 years ago in 1942...

'22. '23. '23.

Why do you want me to do this?

Look, I've let him...

I've let him buy me off all my life.

Fuck him.

We'll take the lot.

You're not just trying to get rid of me, are you?

If jumping off the bridge is about getting back at your da,

I'm gonna do that for you tonight.

Look, that's not why I was gonna...

I don't care.

I don't care.

I'm not leaving this bridge without you.

Why don't we just take the money and run, fuck it?

And go where?

I don't know.

The other side of the world.

What good would that do?

Wherever you go, you bring yourself.

Do you think you're the only one in the world

who's miserable tonight?

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't...

I don't know what you're going through.

I'm not leaving here without you.

Hey.

You keep that gun in your pocket.

Do I look stupid?

Hey.

Hey!

Yes, gents.

Can I help youse?

You don't know a fella called Pearse Kelly, do you?

Me?

Aye, you.

We were told he drinks here.

I've never heard of him.

Big Jimmy around?

Hey...

schoolboy.

Hey.

What's your name?

Lorcan.

I'm Dara.

Are you here alone, Lorcan?

No, I'm with me sister.

She split up with her boyfriend.

Bit of moral support.

That's so sweet.

I think you could be my New Year's resolution.

Dara.

This is my sister, Lucy.

Hey.

Hey.

Don't I know you?

My God.

You lads looking for me?

You Big Jimmy?

Aye.

You sure?

Look, lads, I'm a busy boy, so do me a favour and fuck off.

Are you telling Frank Feeney to fuck off?

Word is you know Pearse Kelly.

Well, I wouldn't say I know him, but he drinks in here.

Was he here today?

It's New Year's Eve.

Did he ask you what day it was?

There was a lot of people in here all day.

He might have stood out.

He probably had blood on his hands.

And a big bag of Frank Feeney's money.

I didn't speak to him.

What time didn't you speak to him?

I don't know. I can't remember.

Forgetful Jimmy.

That's what they should call you.

He came in earlier.

He spoke to his cousin...

Who's his cousin?

Over there.

Fuck.

Watch where you're going.

Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven, love?

For fuck's sake.

I'm sorry. Are you a friend of Dara's?

Aye.

You need to come with me, quick.

Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Freddie fucking Mercury, uh?

Now, when did you last see him?

Fucking when?

Tonight. He paid me the money he owed me tonight!

First time he ever did that.

How much?

It's in me pocket.

Just take it.

Here.

That's all there is, I swear.

So where was he heading?

I don't know, I swear.

For fuck's sake!

I'm really sorry.

I didn't know it was your boyfriend, or your brother.

Dara, what's going on?

Sorry?

You will be sorry.

Use the window.

The window?

You've done it before.

Fuck.

Hurry up.

I can wait here all night if that's what it takes, bitch.

He said he was running away.

Running away where?

To Australia, with an angel.

With a fucking angel, is it?

What are you doing?

I am kneecapping Sean.

Johnny!

You shot me.

It was only a scratch.

You fucking shot me!

It's OK, love. Oh, my God.

Nothing to worry about. Jesus.

It's just a replica.

Fancy dress.

Put that away.

You OK?

Aye, spot on.

What do you mean is he alright?

I'm the one that got fucking shot!

Move!

Give me a second, would you?

Oh, fuck.

Before the cops get here.

Fucking...

You're fucking joking.

Me fucking wheels.

Wee bastards!

What?

You can pay for the fucking taxi.

You know where you're going?

Take the back stairs behind the bar, door marked 'private'.

Good.

Fuck.

What?

Stay there.

I didn't think he'd be here yet.

Who is it?

Richie.

He works the bar.

I didn't think he'd be here yet.

The club doesn't open till ten.

I'll distract him.

How you gonna do that?

So what is it again?

I slept with 40 virgins...

12 soldiers.

I know.

I'm joking.

I got it.

Here, cover yourself up.

There's cameras everywhere.

Greta.

On the bridge, when I said I didn't care...

I meant...

They saw us, Dara.

They stared straight at us.

Who the fuck were they?

I don't know.

Here, call the police and tell them.

Tell them what?

Tell them what we saw.

Well, what the fuck did you see?

A fucking gun, Marie.

And a man lying on the ground.

Poor guy.

Dead.

D' you think that he was?

No, your phone.

I'll use mine.

Jesus.

Fuck.

Can you turn it down?

It won't work.

I can't...For fuck's sake!

Well, if it isn't the Angel of the North.

Hi, Greta.

What about you?

Nice costume.

Thanks.

Marie made it for me.

Could you take me home, please?

I need to pick something up.

Your da's left me in charge.

There's no one else in yet.

Do you want me to lose my licence, do you?

I can't.

Greta, no.

Greta, I was a bit...

And we never actually...

I'm not sure my da would see it that way.

Just this once.

Don't tell anybody.

I'll get my coat.

Get out of the road!

Do something with it!

The volume's broke.

Jesus, Marie, just sort it out.

I'm trying!

There's something wrong...

Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, Jesus, Marie.

What are we gonna do?

What the fuck are we gonna do?

Call emergency services.

No, we can't.

It was an accident.

An accident?

I was fucking drinkdriving.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

It's the cops.

Fuck.

Get him into the car.

We shouldn't move the body.

Grab him. Please, just help me.

I was the one that was driving.

Fuck. Fuck.

OK, go.

One, two, three.

Stare straight ahead.

Jesus, Marie.

What are we gonna do?

I was 42 when I first lost my...

12 soldiers...

Fourth time 100 years ago.

1923.

Richie!

Where are you, you wee fuck?

Hello.

I got the money.

Good.

I ran into your da.

He's not gonna be too happy about this.

He'll get over it.

I've got a debt I promised to pay.

So as soon as I've done that, I'll come and pick you up.

We'll jump on a plane and get the fuck out of here.

You're not getting cold feet, now, are you?

No.

No.

I'll see you soon, Greta, yeah?

Bye, Pearse.

The car was stolen.

What are you talking about?

We go to the police...

...and we tell them that it was stolen.

We left it outside Bar Zero and whoever took it did it.

We don't know anything.

But that's hit and run.

Get out of the car. Come on.

Leave it unlocked.

I'll take the keys.

What? Why? Come on, Marie.

Because we need to get away from here. We need to leave the car.

Why?

Please, Marie.

Fuck.

Come on.

Please, OK?

We're just gonna go to the police station, OK?

We're just...

We're gonna report it stolen.

We're just gonna say that we left it outside Bar Zero, OK?

For fuck's sake, Sean.

Fuck it.

Yes?

Sean, where the fuck are you?

I've been waiting here for ages.

Big Jimmy won't let me go.

Why can't you come in?

Not a good idea, Sean.

I gotta go.

Fuck it.

I'll meet you in the bog in two minutes.

I'm sure Big Jimmy will let you go for a piss.

We saw this group of hoods hanging around outside at the

bar and we reckon it was them.

We could even give them a description.

We could tell them one of them had a moustache like Magnum PI.

And the other one looked like John Travolta.

Yeah?

No.

Who do you want them dressed as?

No.

I...

I can't walk away from what we've done.

I could go to jail.

That poor guy back there...

They'll never have to know. Who's they?

Everyone.

But I'll know, and you'll know, and we both know that it's

fucking wrong.

I don't care.

Jesus.

Marie.

Marie.

Passport, passport, passport.

Open the door, Kelly!

Open the fucking door, Kelly,

or we'll kick it in!

Taxi!

Hey!

Hey!

I fucking hate New Year's Eve.

What are you doing?

Getting us a car.

Here.

Right.

You can forget about Australia, Marie.

They'll never let you in with a criminal record.

I've long forgotten about Australia, believe me.

Please, Marie.

I'm not made for jail.

Would you fucking wise up, Dara?

Why are you being a dick?

Would you listen to me?

For fuck's sake.

That is so...

weird.

But...

Where the fuck did it go?

Turn that off!

It's a piece of shit.

It's broken.

Fuck!

If you don't do something with that, I'm gonna fucking...

Do something!

You want me to do something?

I'm gonna fucking do something.

Where are you going?

I'm off.

You told me to kill the music, so I killed the fucking music.

You think this is funny, huh?

You think it's all a joke?

You think you're a hard man?

Well, you're not.

You're a fucking dick.

I just killed the music, Johnny.

I didn't kill Eddie Kelly.

It was an accident!

A fucking accident!

You know that.

You're a fucking psycho, man.

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone. I'm gonna phone the police.

It's perfect.

I'm gonna phone the police and report it stolen.

No. Give me the phone, Marie.

No! Would you give me the phone?

Just stop it.

Give me the...

Fuck off. Fine.

Suit yourself.

Suit your fucking self.

I'm gonna phone the cops anyway and report it stolen.

Fucking dick.

Yeah, you do that!

Taxi!

Look who it is.

Where's the money?

What money?

Look, we've seen you on the TV.

I don't want any trouble.

All right.

Where's the money?

What money?

You know.

Let go, eh?

Let go.

Let fucking...

Fuck!

Please, don't leave me.

Please don't...

Oh, Jesus.

Holy fuck.

It's nearly all here.

I can't fucking believe it.

Right, let's do this.

You know what?

I'm out of here.

We have to get rid of his body.

We'll dump it.

It'll look like suicide.

I think I am finished.

Johnny,

you'll do what you're fucking told, all right?

You got Pearse Kelly, you got the money.

Now fuck off.

Johnny.

Johnny!

Feeney's not gonna be happy, Johnny.

Fuck!

Richie.

Richie, have you seen Greta?

No.

Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure.

She hasn't been in.

Is her da around?

He's upstairs.

In his office.

Shut it!!

It's none of your business.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Don't get fucking lippy.

You hear me?

Move away.

Fucking prick.

Turn that fucking thing off.

Get up.

Get up!

Wake up.

Hey!

Wake up!

Keep the change.

Happy New Year.

Pearse. Leave a message.

Pearse, it's Greta.

Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry...

...and to say good luck.

I can't run away from who I am, so I...

Fuck it.

Pearse!

I thought she was with you.

I was hoping you'd know.

I saw her early evening.

She didn't say anything?

Say anything like what?

I don't know.

Anything.

You've got me worried now, Marie.

Mr Feeney.

We need to have a word with you.

Julia, what's going on?

Police are here, talking with Feeney.

Happy New Year!

All right, I wanna see everybody getting together

for the New Year!

On my count!

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

Dara?

I'm really, really sorry about earlier.

Please just leave me alone, OK?

You look like you could do with a wee cup of tea.

Jesus!

You really think he'll be just sitting there in the dark when

the show's over?

Now, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

How can you find peace in death?

You're not there to feel it.

How can someone who feels nothing...

...feel so much for a stranger?

I realise now I'm not my da.

But I'm not my ma either.

I'm Greta.

And I can't run away from that.

And so starts another year.

Greta.

What are you doing up here?

Well?

I'm sorry, Marie.

Happy New Year.

Australia's such a long way down.

But I'm gonna jump.

What the fuck?