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(Gasps)

All right, brother.

(Gulls cry)

(Bells toll)

Baby.

Jesus.

You gave me a fright. Thought you were dead or something.

- Did you see it again last night? - The ghost.

(Groans)

You know, there's this disease. You can only get it from fuckin' dead bodies.

My brother Hughie knew this fella, worked in the morgue.

Two or three times a week he'd get a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Offered cash he was, for them to hop up on the dead.

That's sick.

You're dead. What do you care who mucks off into you?

- (Door opens) - Shit.

What is it, baby?

(Ringing tone)

GARDA: All the boxes and all the bags...

(Pat talking on phone)

Goodbye. I stopped them seizing the apartment. Nothing I can do about the car.

They can't take the apartment off me.

- Not at the moment. We'll fight it. - It's mine. I paid for it.

Give us your phone.

(Mobile rings)

- Hello. - It's me. I'm on Pat's phone.

- What's happened? - Cops are here, going through everything.

Pricks.

It doesn't matter. Pat's sorting it or at least he says he is.

That thing you're doing today. I need everything that's owed paid.

- Yeah, but, John... - "Yeah, but, John!"

They've been dicking me around for six months now. Just do it. Here.

We can appeal the decision on the car as well.

The decision? What decision? I'll decide to take your car?

That's not a decision. That's them taking my car.

- Legally they can take it. - The car's not even in my name.

- They know it's yours. - How? I didn't tell them. Did you tell them?

Jesus Christ, they see you driving around in it.

What the fuck? You deliberately scraped the side of my car.

- That's criminal damage. - Back off or I'll hit you a slap.

Get the fuck off me!

(Sirens wail)

- What are you yawning for? - I was up all night with the little fella.

Trish.

Yeah, don't have time for this, baby.

All right, I'll pick him up. I said I'd pick him up!

Fuckin' Jaysus. I've to pick up the young fella.

(Horns blare)

Fuck off!

- Let me drive you. - No, I want to get the bus.

- What time's your flight? - I don't want you waiting with me.

- Why not? - You know why not.

You can't keep acting like we're still together every time I see you.

- But we're friends. - Friends don't act like this.

Like what?

Like waiting at bus stops.

Friends don't wait at bus stops with other friends?

No.

- And the other stuff. - What other stuff?

Talking.

- So friends don't talk to each other? - Not the way you talk to me.

Like what?

Messing and making me laugh.

You know you're doing it, I know you do.

- What am I doing? - You're making me fall in love with you.

- You're doing it now! - I'm not doing anything.

And is it working?

- I wanted to get to talk to you over the weekend. - I know, but...

What's there to talk about? I'm in London now.

I'm making a life for myself over there.

Is there some Englishman over there I need to fight?

I have to go, OK?

Will you do me one favour?

Will you talk to someone?

What, like a head doctor or something?

- What's he got to be depressed about? - What do you think?

Didn't have his bollocks shot off, did he, like the soldiers in Iraq.

You get a roadside bomb underneath you.

You see if your balls are there and it's a fuckin' pound of mincemeat in your pants.

That'd make you depressed.

Trish, I'm here now.

If you stopped talking to me I'd be there already.

Howya? All right, bud?

Sorry about the delay. I was the other side of the city. Will we get going, bud?

- Warren had another little accident today. - What?

- Toilet. - Oh. He's all right?

- He's fine. We had a spare pair of trousers. - All right, bud?

Thanks for these. I'll get them back to you.

We will need to talk about it, though, at some stage. You and your wife.

Sure. No problem. The missus handles all that stuff. See you later.

All right, Dazzler? You're late.

Car's in the yard. The van's there now.

Karl will ring you when the smokes get there.

Don't go fuckin' up the gearbox again.

- What are you bothered about now? - Shut up, you.

- Have you seen my new five iron? - You can suck my dick.

Charming.

- What? - That little bollocks has been spotted.

Let's go.

There he is, look.

Get out there and get him.

Think you can run amok on me?

Get the fucker.

Little fuck.

Stop wriggling.

(TV on)

Ah, Jaysus, Trish, you're not watching that shit again.

- It's the birthing channel. - You know it makes you upset.

Yeah, but I'm after watching this baby being born and she's so little.

- Here, he had another accident at school. - Are you all right?

- He's grand. Teacher wants to see us about it. - Why?

Nothing. Ring her at the school.

I'll leave these here. They're wet ones.

I have to run. I'm under pressure, baby.

(Knocking)

- All right? - All right, Derek?

How are you doing, my old pal? John Boy wants you to cash up.

That's all I have, Nidge.

I'm going to need the full whack, Derek.

I don't have it, man. You know I don't have it.

- Well, can you get it? - I can get maybe an extra grand.

A grand? That's fuck all use to me.

That's all I can get extra. There's three grand there as it is.

I pay you every week no bother. You know I do, every week.

I didn't know you want the rest for today, did I?

You've been sitting on 20 and you haven't brought it down in six months.

I'm not acting the bollocks. I'll have to borrow it to get it for you.

Do you know what I mean?

- You don't think he has it then? - I know he doesn't have it.

What are you going to say to John Boy?

(Horse whinnies)

(Snarling)

(Barking)

Come on.

- How'd you get on? - What are you doing?

Teaching this pup some manners.

- Get him up, will you? - Come on, get up.

(Cries out)

Aargh!

Smart boy now, aren't you, you pup?

- Ah, he's had enough. - He hasn't had enough.

- Leave him be, will you? - Relax. I'm not going to kill him.

A couple of bites is all he'll get. Cheek of him.

(Dog yelps)

What the fuck did you do that for?

Huh? Huh? Get the fuck out of here. You're done.

Yeah.

No problem, Darren.

You can drop that 30 grand you owe me into me later.

Add on the five grand that little bollocks owes me. No problem.

I'll be looking for you.

- What are you watching? - Saw VI.

I need to sleep, I'm wrecked. Will you take him for a bit?

Come here to me you.

- Go get some sleep. - OK. Thanks.

I'm really sorry it didn't work out.

- This is shit, Pat. - I know it is, John.

Look, I can push a certain amount but I have to be careful myself. Know what I mean?

No, I don't. I pay you to keep me out of trouble. Don't I?

Oh, so that's what all this bullshit's about. You want paid.

No, it is not. This has got nothing to do with your bill.

I've told you I have to be careful myself.

The definition of money laundering under the new Criminal Justice Act

is now so wide that there is in effect a reporting obligation on third parties.

- So you're going to report me now? - I didn't say that, John.

- Fuck you, Pat. - Come on, John, I'm not saying that.

- Good luck. - I didn't say that.

- You did. - No, I didn't.

I said I'm saying effectively there is. That's all. I'm talking. That's all.

- I'm leaving. - Come on, John.

Do you ever get your office checked for bugs? Electronically?

Come on, John, please. It's me.

Cops seem to have a handle on everything I'm doing these days.

How come they know it all? Can you answer me that?

All right.

- When did you get this motor anyway? - Last month.

I must be paying you too much.

- I have a job for you. - Now?

No, drop me off and then come back here.

OK, girls, we're leaving in five minutes.

Grainne, watch them. You're spilling them over your mouth.

- You told me to hurry up. - No more telly for you in the morning.

Who's prettier?

- (Doorbell) - You're both beautiful.

All right, Mary?

Girls, go back in the kitchen.

- I don't know who you are. - Doesn't matter who I am.

- Your brother owes me money. - Darren doesn't live here.

- He got the money off me. - What's that got to do with me?

Some of the money he borrowed was used for the work you got done on this house.

Got yourselves a new downstairs bathroom. I gave him the money for that.

No complaints. Then your drains was blocked. More money.

Said you had to get a digger in. No complaints.

New boiler house. Wrong plaster on the wall in the boiler house.

Inside plaster on the outside wall. More money.

"I need a few more bob, Fran," says he.

"No problem," I said. "No problem, there's the money for you.

I don't give a bollocks what you use it for."

Now he owes me the money and I don't know where he is.

So if I can't get it off him I'll get it off you.

- I don't have any money for you. - I need something today.

What are you on about? I don't know anything about this.

I have a mortgage. I have the banks onto me every day.

Everybody's got the banks onto them every day.

The new shit you got done with your house was done with my money.

Grainne, bring Kathryn back in the kitchen now.

I can call the Guards. See what they have to say about it.

Call the cops. Cops come or they never come when you call. What if they do come?

You give them a poxy statement? I never said anything to you.

I only asked for your brother.

Do you know what? You can fuck off.

(Gunshots)

(Gasps)

(Phone rings)

This is Darren's phone. Leave a message.

Darren, call me, will you?

The kids were terrified. Kathryn was crying afterwards.

Why didn't you tell me you borrowed the money?

- I'm sorry, Mary. - You keep saying sorry but it means nothing.

It means nothing if you keep putting me and the kids in this situation.

I have enough to be worried about.

I don't want that prick coming to my house again.

- Yeah, I'll sort it. - I don't care what you have to do.

I promise you. I'll sort it.

- He's being bullied? - Relax.

- I am relaxed. - Don't be raising your voice.

- I'm not raising my voice. - Is it one kid or a few of them?

- Well, it's not technically bullying. - Well, what is it then?

I think the difficulty here is that there isn't one.

You see, it's not the same kids every time.

It's difficult because it's not exactly bullying.

It sounds like bullying to me.

You think he's pissing his pants cos he's happy?

She was talking shit, like all teachers with their three-month holidays.

If it was the other way around and he was the one doing the bullying, he'd be out.

They should expel those kids.

I can't believe it. A child of mine getting picked on.

What are you going to do about it?

Will you be at the Chamber of Commerce thing?

Will I fuck!

- A few scoops afterwards, no? - No.

Saturday's taken up with the kids' stuff. Gaelic, rugby and the little one does ballet.

(Mobile rings)

All right, Ma?

What? Is he there now?

All right, relax. I'll be there in a minute.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Now, breathe in for me, Darren.

- (Inhales) - Nice and deep. And breathe out.

- (Exhales) - Good.

450. Not bad for a man with one lung. Take a seat.

OK. Let's see.

I'm going to give you this for antibiotics.

And this one is for pain relief.

Are you still having pains across your chest at night?

Yeah.

- Feel as if you can't breathe? - No, I can breathe but...

when I put my hand here I can't hear it, can't feel it. Nothing.

- It's like I'm dead. - The body has experienced a trauma.

Body and mind are connected.

- You think I'm imagining it? - No.

But you did experience gunshots to the chest.

Your heart did stop a number of times during surgery.

So technically you did die. Your body has experienced that.

Even if it was only for 20 seconds. Do you understand? That's trauma.

Losing your brother, that is also trauma.

I can't remember anything. You know?

For a few months and all these memories. Now I can't remember anything.

- It's OK. - I just can't remember.

Take this.

Happy pills?

A strange man looking in the window. I'm not making it up.

I'm not saying you are. What was he doing?

I don't know what he was doing. Looking in my window.

So I followed him outside. He was gone up the road.

- What did you follow him for? - He was talking to one of the neighbours.

Sorry, Ma. I have to take this.

John Boy.

Did you see him talk to anybody, meet anybody?

- Who? - Who do you think, you fuckin' moron.

The lawyer.

- Where are you now? - Outside the courts.

- What did he do? Where is he now? - He's in there now.

Who was he talking to? Did you see?

Seen him talking to a fella for a bit.

They went into the pub... and came out again after.

- What did he look like? - Yeah, looked like a copper all right.

In a suit with the same copper shoes.

Do you want one?

No, I don't want you smoking in the house any more.

It's only a bit of hash.

Debbie, cops are looking to do me for anything. A bit of common sense, yeah?

Can I finish this at least?

Dick.

All this hassle for a fella you hardly know. You should've come to me before.

I wasn't in a bind before, was I?

- What did you interfere for? - Cos...

you should've seen that poor fella, over nothing.

That Frano's an animal. He should be put down.

OK, but what do you want me to do?

- Can you not lend me the money? - I can't, buddy. I don't have it.

I just...can't have him going over to Mary's again.

You could always ask John Boy.

Stumpy did that off his own bat. No way John Boy gave him the go-ahead.

Anyway, fuck it. It's all ancient history.

- How is he getting on? - Warren?

- Yeah. - Well, he's not pissing himself, is he?

I don't know how it ended up like this.

When I was his age I beat fellas twice my size.

Scooting on the backs of lorries and everything.

I'm meeting John Boy later. Do you want me to ask him?

Yeah.

(Car pulls up)

(Soundtrack over dialogue)

(Shouting)

He butchered my dog. It's personal.

- You're burying her in a coat? - Yeah.

That's Hugo Boss, that is.

Poor Tyson never done nothing to no-one.

A man that butchers a dog like that, he's no man.

Look, I'm asking you. It's up to you.

John Boy will cover his debt?

I'm going to ask him but I wanted to talk it through with you first.

If John Boy covers the money it's done - forgotten about.

- I won't go near your buddy. - Cheers, man.

- Will you ask him something for me? - Who, John Boy?

I wanted to have a chat with him. I have the cash sitting there.

I want to get in on something. I don't want to be pissing about.

- I'll ask him. - I have a good thing going with...

I'll ask him.

Do you want to have a bet on the dogs before you go?

What do I look like, a bleedin' knacker?

See you later.

(Men continue shouting)

Fran, you pig.

(Toilet flushes)

- No. - No?

No. If you're that worried about it, you cover it. It's done.

- It's not about the money. - It is about the money.

Sell your boy-band ring and you've covered it.

- No-one'd buy it in this market. - The Jews always buy jewellery.

I'd get a tenth of what it was worth.

Why the fuck would I bother my bollocks with Darren? He thinks I tried to have him clipped.

I didn't know Stumpy was going to do that, did I?

- He doesn't think that. - I know he does.

Darren's under the radar now. You could use him for something.

It's up to you but for old times' sake maybe.

He's all fucked up since the shooting. Has nightmares, all that craic.

And it squares with your man Frano as well.

He's making bags of cash with the tobacco smuggling. He wants to gear up.

Dessert, gentlemen?

An espresso and one of those chocolate mints.

- Yeah, sure. - Cheers.

- So what do you think? - What do I think about what?

About paying Darren's debt off for him.

(Sighs)

- Yeah, go on. - Yeah?

Yeah. Bring him to Pottsie's party tonight.

But I pay his debt off for him and I say jump, he jumps. All right?

OK. Now, let's talk about the Pat problem.

(TV commentary)

Sophie, could you turn that down, please?

No, I'll have the deposition by lunch time. I promise.

(Doorbell)

Soph.

(Front door opens)

Who is it, Soph?

(Sophie screams)

They look tacky.

It's fundraising for the boxing club.

Doesn't mean you have to hang them up on the mirror.

I like them.

- I'll be five minutes. - Five minutes. My bladder's about to explode.

OK. OK.

- All right, Derek, what's the story? - All right, Nidge.

500.

Sorry about the coins.

- That's all you have, is it? - I'm sorry, man.

- You know if I had it I'd give it to you. - (Laughter)

(Console racing game)

Is that all right?

Yeah, sure. But get me the rest as soon as you can.

What's the story with the watch?

Ah, it's nothing. It's a present from Lydia. It's fake.

Oh.

Is it all right if I crash this party tonight?

Yeah, Pottsie's wouldn't give a bollocks. John Boy's going to be there.

I don't even want to go but I can't afford to piss him off.

- Stumpy with his flash motor. - I got it for cheap, you know that.

It's the boot as well for my gear, my decks.

- Your amps and decks. - Yeah.

- Not staying for the party then? - I can't. Doing a gig tonight.

- Is Darren in there? - Haven't seen him.

- How are yous getting on? - We're good. We're good.

- It's a serious fuckin' kip all right. - It does me.

We've no rats or nothing. Even with the canal there and all.

You right?

Have you seen my red jumper, you know the one?

I don't understand why I have to come along.

It's social. Half-hour tops.

If I get this right we're minted, baby.

Like Abramovich - have our own yacht. Barbados, whatever.

- You don't even know whose party it is. - It doesn't matter.

He wants to meet me there. I'll be there.

Come on, come to Daddy.

(Whistling and cheering)

Take it all, Pottsie! Good lad.

Get in there.

Classy joint.

You can wait in the car if you're going to moan.

I'm not waiting in the car. I'm getting a drink.

Well, are you going to get me a drink?

- What's that? - Won't be long.

- Fran, thanks for coming. - No bother.

- This is John. - All right?

It's a big noisy in here. We'll have a chat outside.

Nidge, get him a drink.

- Yeah, what are you drinking, Fran? - Vodka and coke.

Buddy, give us a large bottle of cider, a vodka and coke and whatever she's having.

- Linda. - Jaysus Christ. Nigel.

I thought that was you.

- What are you doing here? - You know Pottsie who's having the birthday?

- No. I'm here with my fella. - Oh. Who's your fella?

- You don't know Fran? - Franny. You're with Fran?

Yeah.

Jesus, I didn't know you were with him. I'd never have put you together.

Fran's looking to do a bit of work with us.

He wants a yacht. Thinks yous will get it for him.

We might.

I've to drop these drinks over. Be back in a second.

I'll be here.

- Nidge. - Good man, Darren.

Drop these out to John Boy. He's with Frano, so keep the head down.

- This is Luke. - All right.

The others are over there. Good you're here.

Don't worry about it. It's the right thing to do.

- (Cheering) - All right, man. See you later.

I don't know, Fran. If a kilo or two is all you're thinking of, it's not worth it.

You want to be buying it in bulk and putting money upfront - that's the thing.

You make a lot more money for sure but it's a lot more money upfront.

- How much upfront? - I'd have to see, but let's say six grand a kilo.

It could go up or down depending.

Let's say six grand. It's not worth your while unless you're doing a minimum 100 or more.

That's what I think. So that's 600 grand.

You want to do a deal with me, you put up half. 300 grand and we're away. 50:50.

But I need it upfront in cash, that's the thing.

Don't worry about it. I know what you're thinking.

Everybody wants to get it for cheap till they have to cash up.

- That's just what it is. - I know that. 300 grand is a lot of dough.

Here we are.

We'll go back inside. It's too cold out here.

Cheers, man.

- I didn't know you were with Linda. - You know Linda?

Yeah. She was in school with my sister.

- What colour are you painting it? - I don't know.

I want to get it done before but if I go for pink it jinxes it.

- You not going to find out? - I don't want to but I'm going to have to.

Otherwise we'll have to wait till after to get the room painted.

- I'm going for a piss. - Thanks for telling me. I would've been worried.

How are you getting on?

Love him, I do.

- Howya. - All right.

- How's the new daddy? - Yeah, great.

Congratulations.

- Are you mad out of it? - No. Are you?

- A little buzz maybe. - Yeah.

- I wanted to ask you... - No.

You don't even know what I was going to ask.

- (Mouths) - One minute.

You have to head?

- I'll finish this then I'll tell her to go to the car. - You stay there. I'll go and talk to her.

Cheers. Tell her I won't be long.

Do you mix it up or sell it straight off?

We mix it up ourselves. There's more money in it.

Listen. Have a think about it.

If you're up for it, it's up to you. I know it's a lot of money upfront.

It's not the money. Money's not a problem. I have the money.

It's just...it might be a stupid question but what about insurance?

Insurance? No insurance. If you're going halves on a big deal you can't have it both ways.

You can't have my bollocks hanging out and yours tucked up nice inside your pants.

Little bollocks is wearing my jumper.

I need more gear.

If John Boy knew he'd have my bollocks cut off.

- That'd be a shame. - Yeah, it would.

I'd like to hold onto my bollocks if I can.

Yeah, cos if that happened I wouldn't be able to suck you off.

(Laughs) You should see your face.

- You thought I was serious. - No, I didn't.

One more time and I won't ask you again.

Get it off Pottsie's brother, Ado. You know him.

- I don't know him. - You don't know me either.

I don't like him.

I'm not into you.

If you don't get it for me one more time I'll say it to John Boy.

Please.

- Things are good then? - Yeah, flying.

- What about yous, are yous married? - Yeah, last year.

- Kids? - No. Imagine me with kids?

- What about you? - Yeah.

A young fella five and another one on the way.

- Are you getting much at home? - What?

Fellas are always complaining, once they get married they don't get it at home.

I don't know. How do you know I'm not?

I know you're not cos you never got enough, did you. You were always a horndog.

Where are you going?

Look, I'll meet him any time he wants, any place.

I appreciate what he's doing but I have to head.

- All right, I'll tell him. - Where are you going?

- Home. - Are you all right?

Yeah.

I better head. Heading out with the missus.

- Good to meet you. - Yeah, you too.

- So you're happy? - I'm happy. I'm in.

Give me the money your man owes me and we're cool.

Can you get me dentist stuff to mix it?

Do you know what I can get you, Fran, in bulk?

Athlete's foot powder. It's great.

You lash it up your nose and get rid of your crotch rot all at the same time.

- Are you heading then? - Yeah.

- Might see you around. - You might.

Are you on Facebook?

Where's he going now?

- That's my jumper. - No, it's not.

Yes, it is. You robbed it from my gaff.

What are you on about, you fat prick?

- Franny! - Ah, good Jaysus.

- Franny! - Calm down, Fran.

(Shouting)

Calm down.

All right, Pottsie. Does the stripper put out, Ado?

She'd wanna be after what she's getting paid.

John-bo - John Boy, sorry, you wouldn't mind taking a picture?

- Yeah, yeah. - Nice one.

Do us the honours, will you?

Don't give that to him, he'll run off with it.

You can call him any time, he'll talk to you.

- Give him a shout. - Think it went well with Frano then?

He has the money, I need it. That's it.

He could do it himself if he had half a brain.

Where are we?

I've got to do something. I'll be back in a minute.

- You left. - Yeah.

Who said you could leave?

I pay off all that money you owe, you just fuck off like that.

I'm sorry.

And thanks for the loan. Got me out of a bind.

- I know I owe you. - You think that was me?

Got Stumpy to shoot you?

Nothing to do with me.

I didn't know he was going to do that. You beat the fuck out of him. What did you expect?

That was you and him and what's your girl's name?

Rosie.

I don't give a fuck about Stumpy. The prick bugs the shit out of me.

But you end up on a job with him, I don't want any bollocks.

Yeah. No problem.

A lot of bullshit they write in the papers.

You get into this...whatever and you do something cos it has to be done.

Somebody wants to do something to you, you don't let them.

Then you're watching your back all the time.

I'm not stupid like some of them. The papers are full of shit.

But you know what, the only bit of it's true?

You don't get out, you end up dead.

- So what do you want? - Here's the thing.

You still owe me. Do you understand?

Yeah, I know that. I've no problem with that.

When I ask you to do shit, you do it. You don't talk back.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

If I tell you to wait in the bar until I can talk, you wait.

Even if I never get around to you.

- Do you fuckin' understand that? - Yeah.

I hear you get nightmares.

- You know any cure for that? - Don't sleep.

Da, I had an accident.

Come here to me buddy, you're all right.

Don't worry. We'll get you sorted now.

I'll get new pyjamas on you. You'll be grand. Good boy.

- Is he all right? - Yeah.

I couldn't find the clean sheets so I put a towel under him.

Thanks, hun.

Sorry, baby, I'm wrecked. Is that all right?

Yeah. Of course it is.

I'll be back to normal when I get this little monster out of me.

Will you put on those nose strips again if you're going to snore?

Yeah.

She's got first-degree burns. She's lucky to be alive.

There's only one person that could've done this. You know that, don't you?

Pat, just say his name for me, will you?

Pat.

I know what you're going through.

I know you think you're protecting your family but you're not.

You're just letting this scumbag get away with it.

Just say his name for me, Pat.

(Laughs)