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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)