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(Rock guitar music)

(Rings)

VOICEMAIL: Hi, this is Debbie. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

It's me. Answer your fucking phone sometime.

(Phone rings)

- All right. - Yeah.

- How's it going? - Good, yeah. Gonna leave them at it soon.

- It'll be done by the morning. - OK. Ring me later.

Yeah. Talk you later.

You've only the one company, right. Say in the Isle of Man or Jersey.

And CAB want to know who owns it. They just ring up and find out it's you.

But if they can track one company they can track all of them?

They can but they won't. If you have it in different jurisdictions -

Jersey, the Isle of Man, Saint Lucia - you'll have them chasing their tail.

They've to get court orders in all three countries.

You think they're going to fly some pen pusher to all those places?

Waste of time, unless you're Pablo fuckin' Escobar.

And...I can access the cash anywhere, yeah?

Yeah. You get your little black book with all your account numbers

and your access codes and you take care of it. You'll be grand.

How come you know all this shit?

Cos I done my Leaving Cert and you didn't. (Chuckles)

The only tricky bit is lodging the money.

Getting it over through customs.

You have to have it in cash so there's no paper trail.

I'll need a lily white.

(Knocking)

- All right. - All right.

- You're late. - Sorry. I got held up.

- Don't be getting locked, Pottsie. - No.

- You got the van, yeah? - Yeah.

Right, then. Let's step it up, lads.

(Phone rings)

Hiya.

Yeah. Give me half an hour. I'll see you at the place.

- I've some stuff to do. Are you on top of this? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

All right, see you later.

All right, Pat.

I don't want you here.

I know that you think the er... accident with your daughter,

that that was me, but it wasn't me.

I don't want you near me. I don't want you near my family.

Pat, I'll be out of your hair in a second.

All I wanted to see was what's happening with the files.

I've got a new guy now.

Wants to know could you courier them over to him as soon as you get the chance.

This is his card.

Will you do that for me, Pat?

- All right. - All right.

- You got away in any way. - Yeah.

Frano down the pub, is he?

So did you not bring me flowers, Nigel?

- No. Did you want flowers? - You didn't bring me flowers?

- I wasn't thinking. - What were you thinking?

- Meet her, bang her and go. - No.

What, then?

I don't know. We don't have to do anything.

I'm happy just to have a chat.

Want to stay here or... there's more space in my car.

Do we need guns for this, no?

If we have guns, we use them. Kill a cop it's 40 years.

40 years?

(Alarm rings, dogs bark)

This is shit. Why have a hole in the wall if there's fuck all money in it?

Worried in case they get robbed.

Get more money on scratch cards.

It's enough for me to keep John Boy off my back for now.

Then what?

Then we rob another two or three of these and I don't owe the prick nothing.

Yeah, that hit the spot.

- Where are you going? - I'll be back in an hour.

- What's the panic? - We're nearly done.

Fuck off man, will ya.

Prick.

Speedball.

Do you want one?

Go on, they're bleedin' lovely, they are.

Fuck it, yeah, go on.

(She moans)

Hang on. Hang on.

- Are you all right? - OK, it's all right.

- Oh, shit. - Sorry.

Keep going.

Hang on. Hang on.

I needed that.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Are you not getting it at home, no?

It was a joke.

It wasn't funny.

Say that shit to anyone, guaranteed Fran will hear about this.

I'm not going to tell anyone.

Just need a fuck from time to time, Nidge. I don't need any hassle.

You think I want hassle?

(Dance music and chatter)

(Shouting and whistling)

(Sniffs)

All right.

Fuck it.

Aido. Cops.

(Police radio chatter)

They feel real.

He got them for me as a birthday present.

You got your money's worth.

Don't be at my nipple. It doesn't twist off.

Sorry.

- (Phone rings) - Man, what now?

Is it home?

All right, John Boy, what's the story?

Fuck!

I pay you to do nixers, do I?

You're getting your blood on my floor.

Here.

I'm going to watch TV in the other room.

- So, Stumpy. Are you a rat or what? - I'm not a rat.

Maybe you think you're a clever rat.

You were told to be there and you left the place.

There's no way I'm a rat. You better not be.

- I'm not. - Don't give me the look.

Do you know what they do to rats down in Mexico?

This one rat last week, they cut off his head.

Then they cut the face off the head.

Then they sewed the face, all of it, the skin everything.

They sewed it onto a football and left it out in the front garden...

For his kids to play with. Do you know anything about that?

What are you gonna do to make it up to me?

Whatever you want.

This is gonna hurt my pocket so it's gonna hurt yours too.

Sure.

There's gonna be a penalty on you being stupid and being lazy

and fuckin' off when you were supposed to stay put where you were.

You've got money somewhere, hole in the ground, back yard?

Yeah.

Dig it up, bring it here and don't run.

Cos if you run like a rat, who's gonna look after your ma?

Now fuck off.

(Door closes)

- What'll we do? - Whack a rat, that's what we'll do.

- You see it. - Yeah, what is it?

That's mad, that is.

MARY: It's his anniversary, Darren. Come on, for me.

I feel like I'm betraying him or something.

- By working for John Boy again? - Yeah.

He's my little brother. I could've looked out for him.

- It wasn't your fault, Darren. - It was.

He got into it cos I got into it. I know that, you know that.

Darren. You're not cut out for the life you're leading.

I know.

I know you have to pay off that money but I hate that you're doing it...

what you're doing, the people you come in contact with.

- I can't have you bringing it to my door. - I know.

I don't want the girls to see it.

I know. I'm sorry.

You're not like Nidge... or even Tommy or the others.

You're kind. That's why Rosie loved you.

- You want to lead that life? - No.

You need to stop working with these scumbags.

It doesn't matter who they are. We both know where it leads.

Robbie had no sense at all, you know.

But you do.

(Sighs)

Come up with me to visit him, will you?

Yeah, OK.

I know you're right. This is the last of it for me.

OK?

Come on.

I hate that Hughie's buried up here, the same ground.

Well, he's dead now so fuck him.

- John Boy wants to see you. - Ah, man, I'm in bits.

Two hours is all I need. I stink. I need a kip.

OK, but make it quick.

(Whimpers)

(Door buzzer)

(Phone vibrates)

All right, I'm outside.

(Buzzer)

Been talking to the brief.

Pottsie's fucked cos he was in the room. Won't even get bail.

Aido, I think they have him on fingerprints.

They have him in but he'll get bail more than likely.

Tommy was in the corridor so he was lucky.

He said he got rid of his gloves so...you know.

Rise of the foot soldier.

What?

You. You're all in the thick of it, aren't you.

Moving and shaking, talking to lawyers. Getting fuckin' updates.

- That I can get myself off Aertel. - You asked me to.

Yeah, but I asked you to bring Tommy over as well and he's not here.

Right. I'll get him to come over now.

Yeah, get him to come over here and wait.

Cos I'm going out now and when I'm back, I'm back.

I don't care what happens, tell him to wait

cos I want to know what him and that other clown were doing in the corridor

and not in the room like they were supposed to be. Yeah?

Right.

- Where are you going? - Bursting for a piss, Ma.

- The alarm fella here yet? - What happened your head?

- Stephen? - Nothing, Ma.

Your colleague said there was no point in putting the alarm in if the lock was broken.

The sensors won't work if the lock's broken.

That's why Stephen had new doors put in for me.

All right, Ma.

Stephen, what happened to you?

Slipped. Whacked my head on the car door.

- Let me see. Did you get stitches? - Forget about it.

Did you give her a panic button?

Yeah, she has a fob. She can have it with her all the time.

- Does that call the guards? - We've a 24-hour monitoring system.

- Then we call the guards. - Now, Ma. Safe as houses.

Cash all right for you?

Know anything about that raid on the hotel?

Not much like.

The lads in the station were talking about it.

- Is someone ratting me out? - I honestly wouldn't know.

- You can't tell me anything? - Just what the lads were saying.

One of your boys was spotted lying in a hall, out of it.

That's what they were saying. It was rung in, so...

Security saw them on CCTV... acting suspicious.

It doesn't mean I don't have a rat.

This is a new number for you.

Check your messages, yeah.

Here.

Should keep you in rent boys for about a month the way you go through them.

Man, I'm sickened I am.

You don't even want to know how much I'm out of pocket.

- Want a cup of tea or anything? - No. No. Here.

- What's this? - Some of what I owe John Boy.

- What are you giving it to me for? - Will you not give it to him?

I can have the rest for him in the next couple of weeks.

Have some nixer, have you?

You give it to him when you have it all. It's better.

- You know what he's like. - You give it to him, will you?

All right.

- Did you ring him? - No.

- Going mad, is he? - Yeah.

It's not your fault, is it?

I'm just gonna get some water. (Groans)

I'll get you the water.

- Do you want to smoke a joint? - No.

- You never met Cueball? - No.

John Boy's brother, Hughie. Total head the ball.

Thanks.

Who's the fella with the army hat on?

Don't know.

- What are you doing? - It's arnica.

Lift up your T-shirt.

You're grand.

- Go on. - No.

It'll help. Go on.

I think it's Collins. Michael Collins.

Oh.

Does that feel better?

Yeah.

I know most of them.

That's Tupaq, Biggie,

Bob Marley, JFK...

- Here. What about...? - Ssh.

All right.

- What's the story with Frano, anyway? - He's having the wobbles.

It's a lot of money, that's all I'm saying. I don't mean to be...

Fran, I took the hit on that. It's got nothing to do with you.

I know.

- Glass? - Thanks.

Sorry. I was watching that shit on the telly and I was thinking

that could be my gear, my money and then what?

Fran, that had nothing to do with your money.

- Your money's gone to Spain. - I was worried. It's a lot of money.

Are you having a wobble?

- Yeah. - That's OK.

I have them myself. That's normal.

- Are you all right? - I'm all right.

I fuckin' know it's a lot of money. But shit happens.

How do you think the cops got onto you?

How do you know it won't happen again?

Cos we had a little bit of a problem with someone mouthing off.

- But they'll be taken care of. - All right.

Fuck it.

Are you gonna start acting all weird round me now and avoid me?

No.

I need you to get me some more gear.

Don't look at me like that. I'm only smoking it.

- But all the stuff was taken. - I'm not saying right now.

You can get me some zimmos for now.

Hi, hun.

Come here.

Sit down.

So you were asleep in the hallway.

That means you'll get off.

So either you're a rat or you're stupid.

I think you're stupid.

So I'm gonna give you two choices.

Either you pay me back for your fuck-up or you do something for us.

I need someone to go through customs for me with cash.

- No problem, yeah. - Not you.

- Who? - Siobhan.

(Cawing)

All right. That's from Darren.

- What's that? - It's some of what he owes you.

He asked me to give it to you.

You know what that is. It's "fuck you" money.

That's what that is.

Ungrateful bastard.

I talked to my fella today.

Waste of space. Parking fines is all he's good for.

Is Stumpy the rat?

He doesn't know. But something's not right with him.

Doing his side deals, driving that flash motor.

- He's ripping me off, I know he is. - You think?

- Can you not smell it off him? - We'll have to keep an eye on him.

That's no use to me. Waiting around for a rat to rat us out.

Whatever you want.

- He needs to be sorted. - Yeah. No problem.

I'll tell you what I want.

I want Darren to do it. He still owes me.

It's Stumpy we're talking about, not fuckin' Mother Teresa.

- He had a crack at you himself. - I'll pay John Boy all the money back next week.

This is what the wants. What's the problem?

Rosie.

- Rosie, what do you mean? - What if she was to come back?

She's gonna care if Stumpy's dead or not?

After what he done to her, she'd be over the moon.

No, she wouldn't. She wouldn't want it.

You think if she's back here she wants to cross over the street

every time she sees that tosser?

I know, but she wouldn't want me doing it.

How would she know unless you told her?

Why would you tell her, anyway? Stump's pissed enough people off.

She asks you, you say you know fuck all about it.

- Don't want to do it. - Why not?

- I don't want to kill anybody. - Not even Stumpy?

No, I don't want to do it. I don't.

It's a bit late in the day, to be honest with you, Darren.

This puts me in the shit as well.

I'll be straight up with you.

I don't give a shit about anyone, man.

I don't give a shit. Except for Warren.

The rest, I don't care. Not even Trish.

I love her and all, but I don't give a shit.

I'll do whatever the fuck it is I have to do.

I'll do it, I don't care. I'll get on with it.

There's no way out for you in this, Darren.

Straight up, there's no way out. I wouldn't bullshit you.

You have to do it and that's it.

You don't do it, something happens and you think,

"I'm in all this shit cos of Stumpy."

I'm telling you, Darren, you're fucked if you don't do this.

Fuck knows what'll happen but I swear to God it'll happen

and you'll have pissed it all away. Understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Only ring me on this one for this. The number's in it.

I'll call you when it's time.

- Why does he want me to do it? - Cos you won't get stopped.

I could easily get stopped. Then what?

- Why don't you do it? - I would...but he wants you to do it.

They'd know me, anyway.

If I got caught with the court case coming up, it wouldn't look good.

Would they not know me, then, if they know you?

They wouldn't be looking out for you.

- What if I get arrested? - You won't. They won't stop you.

I go to prison and what about Leyton?

You won't cos you'd say the money wasn't yours.

The judge would believe you cos you don't have a record.

Siobhan. Don't do it if you don't want to.

What happens to you if I don't do it?

I'll do it, OK.

Thanks.

I don't know what else I could've done.

You could've said no.

(Low conversation)

(Phone rings)

Stumpy.

Story, Stumpy.

I have some money for John Boy if you want to get it off me.

Yeah, all right.

- Were you talking to him? - Yeah.

- I'm all right, am I? - He's cool, man.

He's pissed off and all but you'd be pissed off if you were him.

- I wouldn't talk to anybody, you know that. - I know that.

Pay him the money you owe and he'll get over it. I'll talk to him.

Thanks, Nidge.

- You're in tomorrow? - Yeah, I'll be down the gym.

I'll bring some of that money for John Boy.

- Right, see you then. - Sound.

It's on tomorrow.

Listen. Get rid of yer man for a minute.

Bud, can I have a word?

Aido, I'd like to talk to you.

- All OK, yeah? - Yeah.

- How's Pottsie? - He's all right.

He's hoping to get bail so he could skip.

What about you? You thinking of skipping?

No. No way, man.

If I get put away, it'll be a break.

I know loads of them in there, anyway. Half my cousins.

You need to sign up to a treatment programme, you know that.

It looks better for you.

Drug addict, fucked-up family.

You were forced to do this to pay off a drug debt.

Judge will feel sorry for you.

It'd be good for you anyway, Aido. You junkie fuck.

I don't give a bollocks what you do in your spare time.

But you fucked this for me. I know you did.

I know that you fucked this up for me. You and your brother.

Junkie fucks.

You don't say anything except what I tell you to say.

Do you hear me?

All right, John.

(Gunshot)

- There's only the one, is there? - That's all we need.

- Do I not need one, no? - No.

I was gonna wait till the last minute to rob a car so it's not reported.

Have you never done this before?

No.

I'm the same. I never done it.

Lord, You are our hope and our salvation.

Send Your Holy Spirit to turn our darkness into light

and our falseness into truth.

- Where are you going? - My sister's having a mass for my brother.

- Come on. - What?

To God be honour and glory forever.

May He fill us with hope and with the power of the Holy Spirit.

Lord, You are our help and our salvation.

- (Door opens) - Almighty Father, send...

Sorry, Father. Sorry, Mary.

Almighty Father, send your Holy Spirit to turn our words unto prayers

and our seeking into finding.

Lord, you are our hope...

Hi, hun.

Jesus. I'm so fuckin' tired these days.

- What you all dressed up for? - I'm meeting Kayleigh.

Oh.

My daughter Kayleigh.

Yeah, I knew that, hun.

I forgot that was today. I said I'd meet her with you, didn't I?

It's up to you.

Is it OK if I give it a miss today?

I'd prefer to meet her when I'm on top form.

- Cos I'd like her to like me. - (Door opens and closes)

All right, Nidge.

Now...

- Looks like paint. - No, it's top notch stuff. Chinese make it.

Chinese could be putting all sorts of shit in it.

Have you got John Boy's money for me?

Yes. I was gonna give it to you later.

Give it to me now if it's handy. I'll lock it in the car.

- See you in there, yeah. - Yeah, man.

- What's wrong with you? You're all jittery. - No, I'm not. It's nothing, I'm grand.

- Who's yer man, anyway? - Did I not tell you about him? Luke.

I didn't think you'd mind me bringing him.

He's got no family of his own. He was an orphan.

Him and his brother were brought up in a foster home.

His brother? He's not on his own if he has his brother.

- His brother's missing. - What happened to him?

No-one knows. He just disappeared one day, never turned up.

Jesus, how long has he been missing?

- Nearly a year or something. - Poor thing.

- I didn't think you'd mind me bringing him. - I don't.

Robbie was always bringing strays home, wasn't he?

Yeah.

- I'll take that for you. How are you, Luke? - How's it going?

I didn't get to meet you properly. I'm Mary, Darren's sister.

- I know. Thanks for lunch. - It's nothing.

No, it was good. Fuckin' savage.

Sorry. It was. I never have grub like that.

- Do you never cook for yourself, then? - No. I can make a Pot Noodle.

Well, that's cooking, isn't it?

I mean, I would make one if I had a kettle. But I don't.

- Do you not have a kettle? - No.

- I've an old one if you want. You can have it. - Yeah?

Yeah.

- I'll take that for you. - Thanks.

Here. I'm gonna hit the road, man. See you later on.

Come here.

Thanks for sorting me out with John Boy.

Don't worry about it. It was nothing.

You know what he's like. See you later.

(Phone rings)

- All right. NIDGE: It's on.

(Line goes dead)

(Rattles car door handle)

(Phone rings)

Go on.

- Hey. - Hiya, Da.

Sorry I'm late. The bus took ages.

You're not late. I only just arrived now.

- I'm starving. - Well, have whatever you want.

(Baby crying)

Oh, bubba...

OK, now...

Are you all right?

- Yeah. - I'm buzzing, man.

I didn't expect to be but...it was a rush.

# Come, me little son

# And I will tell you what we'll do

# Undress yourself and get into bed

# And a tale I'll tell to you

# It's all about your daddy

# He's a man we seldom see

# For he's had to roam away from home

# Far away from you and me

# Remember, laddie, he's still your dad

# Though he's working far away

# In the cold and heat

# All the days of the week

# On England's motorway

# Now when you fall and hurt yourself

# And get up feeling bad

# It isn't any good to go

# A running for your dad

# For the only time since you were born

# He's had to spend with you

# He was out of a job

# And he hadn't a bob

# He was signing on the brew

# Remember, laddie, he's still your dad

# Though he's working far away

# In the cold and heat

# All the days of the week

# On England's motorway