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(Phone rings)

Yeah.

'The container is ready to go.'

(Phone rings)

Hi, I'm coming out now. Where are you?

Yeah, I'm coming out now.

- How was that? - Piece of cake. Security man is sound.

Can't believe the muppets missed it.

- I want you to get it all out this week. - No bother, John.

- Any of that Fran's? - His half got impounded.

- Was it not all one? - No, it was two separate containers.

- Mine and his. - Will Fran not act the maggot?

I don't give a rat's ass what he does. He was told it went tits up.

This is something else. This is mine.

Go on, get back in there.

- What's wrong with you now? - You know there's going to be war over this.

Fuck off. Don't be annoying me.

Send Darren out to me.

(Whistles) Darren!

- What's the craic? - He wants to see you.

All right.

Come here.

That's for you.

- What's that for? - Sorting out that rat problem that I had.

- I owe you. - It's nothing to do with that. This is on the side.

I know it was no skin off your nose but you didn't have to do it

and you done it, and that's all.

On the up side, your misses will be pleased.

- I don't want her to know. - Whatever.

- Well, did you get your pie? - Yeah.

How do you eat that muck for breakfast? What's in it?

Chicken gravy. It's too hot.

Dog in gravy is what that is.

How much is in that?

- Two grand. - Why is he giving it to you now?

- It's blood money. - It's only money, man.

Better than a kick in the bollocks, isn't it?

Will you drop me home?

Yeah.

Here.

- Thanks, hon. - Late one?

Yeah, I didn't want to wake you.

- Where's Warren? - In his room, playing with his Lego.

You know I've the appointment with the consultant this morning.

- Yeah. I've time for a shower, do I? - Yeah.

(Snarls)

- Frano. - All right.

Jeez, the smell of that.

He's dead. What do you expect?

- Do you buy it like that off the butcher? - No, you dope.

Farmer gave it me.

Once they die of disease they can't give it to humans.

- Did you hear anything? - Yeah. I heard they got their shit in last night.

- How's that? - I talked to one of the boys down the docks.

He says one of the containers got through.

One was all right but they never noticed the other one.

- Where is it now? - John Boy's lads brought it out last night.

- What? And no-one said anything to you? - No.

- Are you sure about this? - Yeah.

They're having a party tonight to celebrate.

What the fuck is his game?

This is bullshit! Half of that is mine.

Fuck's sake.

- Come on, Nigel. - Yeah.

I'll take my car. You follow me. OK?

Oh, fuck.

- It's like Alien. - Shut up.

It is.

Look away now if you don't want to know the sex of the baby.

What do you think? Will we find out?

Go for it.

- Yeah. We want to know. - OK.

Yeah.

You're going to be having a little boy.

I knew it! Another little Nidge.

What do you think, Warren?

- You'll have a little brother to play football. - Daddy.

Are you all right?

(Knock at door)

Sorry to be bothering you. I was a friend of Stephen.

- What's your name? - Darren.

- Darren. - Yeah.

I think he might've mentioned you all right.

I was away when it happened and I wanted to say...

I'm sorry for your trouble. That's all.

- Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault, son.

You're very good for coming.

I wanted to say sorry, that's all. Sorry.

Will you not come in for a cup of tea?

Come on in.

That's all the photos I have of him.

- You're very good to be coming here like this. - It's nothing.

- He had the new windows put in for me. - Yeah?

I had to have the old ones replaced cos of the alarm system.

The old patio doors wouldn't lock properly.

I had a nail across it and the sensors wouldn't work.

He had new ones put in for me.

And the alarm.

This is for emergencies.

If I think I hear someone breaking in,

I can press it and it notifies the guards.

There you go.

That's the way it is.

- Will you have a cup of tea? - No.

When he was growing up, all the boys used to be in this house.

Running round.

There was a lot of them at the funeral.

He'd a lot of friends.

I know.

I know.

This is for you.

- What's this? - Ah, it's nothing.

- For lighting candles or... - I can't take it.

..or a headstone or just give it to the poor box.

You're very good.

I want you to have this.

He looks so handsome in it, doesn't he?

He was a good boy to me, you know that?

(TV on and muttering)

There's never any fuckin' beer in this fridge.

You better not be fuckin' shopping again.

I'm going back to the yard. Got a lot of shit to sort out.

I can't do this here.

We'll jump in the jeep and book into a hotel.

- Nidge, relax. He won't be back. - I can't relax here.

I'm not doing it in the car again.

I'm not saying the car. I'm saying...a hotel.

He's at the yard. It's over an hour away.

Better make it quick, then.

Do you want to have a shower together?

I had a shower already today.

So you want to get straight down to business?

Is that all right? I'm a bit under pressure.

I have one of those non-stop hassle days.

I was at the hospital for the scan for the baby.

He's healthy. Think that's good enough for Trish?

She's upset. "What are you upset about?" I said.

"I want a little girl," she said. Fuckin' Jesus.

These are clean, are they?

Are you all right, Linda?

Doesn't matter to me if they're not fresh on.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Something I said?

What is it?

- Talking about babies and that. - Oh.

- Are you not able to have them? - We're not able.

Well, I don't know if it's me or him.

We think it's me.

I'd love a little girl.

(Horns and alarm)

Breaks his fall with his teeth. Teeth everywhere. Boom.

- Good man, Tommy. What are you drinking? - A large bottle of cider.

Mark?

- How's Siobhan, all set for this week? - Yeah.

- How are you, Tommy? - All right, Debbie.

Lads... Lads and ladies. To the recession!

Ha! The recession!

Know what I'm going to do next week actually...

- Oh, shit. - (Door buzzer)

- Will I let them in, John? - Yeah, go on.

- There's just two of them. - Yeah, just two. He'll check 'em at the door.

Celebrating, are you?

Having a drink. Do yous want a drink?

- What's the story, Fran? - I'll tell you what the story is.

I'm trying to figure out how it is I paid you so much money and all my gear is gone.

I'm not breeding ponies here, Fran. No foal no fee bullshit.

- You knew that. - Your shit got through.

- I got shit coming in all the time. - Off one boat. There was two loads I heard.

- Is that what you heard? - Yeah, it is.

So how is it that mine got nicked and yours went straight through?

Are you having a drink, Fran, or what?

- Half that load is mine. - How do you reckon on that one?

Like buying two Lotto tickets for a syndicate and:

"Sorry Fran, the one we bought together is a dud, but the one I bought, I hit the jackpot."

Have a drink, Fran, or fuck off.

You want me to fuck off?

I'll fuck off. I'm gone.

Yeah.

(Laughter)

He's got a point, and all.

Not breeding ponies, I like it.

- See you, John. - Yeah, see you, Mark.

Brian will let you out.

Think we should cut him in on a quarter?

What am I, St Vincent de Paul? Give him your money if you feel that bad about it.

- Are you going to do that? - No.

No, you're not, you prick. You're a great man for telling me to give shit away.

Brian! Who are you to be telling me what to do with my money?

- Jesus Christ, Nidge, are you slow or what? - I didn't mean...

I didn't mean what?

I'm just saying if we give him some money, we can keep him happy.

(Gunshots)

Are you all right?

Give us a second, will you?

Give us one of those.

Have that one.

I want you to bring her home.

I don't know what she thinks she's doing crying non-stop.

It's not doing me any favours.

Did the doctor's say when you'll get out?

Want me to do anything, about Fran?

No. He's not going anywhere.

I want you to get her home.

- It's so horrible. - He's all right, Debbie. He was lucky.

We'll get you home, have a nice cup of tea. Get some sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.

I need a drink, is what I need.

- You'd be better going home. - I'm in bits. I need a brandy.

We need to get her home, Nidge.

I'd prefer to drop you to your door, Debbie. It's better.

I need a drink.

All right, we'll stop somewhere.

- Nidge. - Give her a break. She's had a rough time.

She needs a drink.

- All right, Tony. Get us a pint and a brandy. - No worries.

Make it a large one.

- Nidge. Where are you going? - I've to do something.

Just keep an eye on her and I'll be back.

- Man, I have to head home. - Relax. I'll be back in an hour.

What are you worried about?

- You got your brandy. - Yeah.

- Where's Nidge gone? - He'll be back in a bit.

Have I time for another brandy, then?

- Lash another one in there, will you? - No problem.

- All right, Tommy? - How are you, Aido?

- I hear John Boy's on the mend. - Yeah.

That bleedin' scumbag has some neck.

He's put out too far this time.

See yous later. We're over here.

I need something.

Jesus. No.

- No. - See the state I'm in. I need to relax.

You can smoke a joint.

- Ask Aido for me, will you? - Debbie, don't be asking me that.

If John Boy found out he'd murder me.

I'm not joking. The shit that's happening right now.

This is the last time I'll ask you. I swear.

You can fuck off.

I will, then.

- Hey! Anywhere for me to squeeze in? - Loads of room.

Thanks.

- OK? - Hi.

I don't really feel like it tonight, you know what I mean.

Ah, no. Yeah. Not too pushed myself, to be honest.

- What's the story with Fran? - Going mad he is.

- What happened? - It's all bullshit.

What happens now?

- It'd be better if he left. - Where?

Santa Ponsa. I don't know.

Well, you can tell him yourself.

Fuck.

There's no way we can keep doing this.

Not with all this shit happening.

I'd be inclined to agree with you.

- You won't say anything, will you? - Jesus, no.

- Whatever happens. - No.

Cos the way he is now, the rage he's in...

If he found out, I swear to God, I'd be dead. I know I would.

- You think I want anybody knowing? - No.

It's better to knock it on the head.

We could always have one for the road.

No?

- I'm going to go. - Listen, Linda.

Can I ask you one thing?

I don't want you to get offended but I have this...

I have this sort of itch.

I had a look in the shower and it could be nothing.

Friction burn or something, but...

I was only asking in case I need to get it checked out.

You're a dickhead, Nidge, do you know that?

Get off me.

Help!

Get off me.

What the fuck are you doing, Aido?

Are you all right?

Aido, you're a scumbag.

Come here.

Come on.

It's all right.

Are you all right? Come on.

Just give us a sec, pal.

- I'll be all right. - Are you sure?

Do you want me to come in with you?

No.

Whatever you want.

I can't find my car keys. Sorry, Darren, it's not a great time.

- Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you again. - I can't find my schoolbag.

- Did you look in the kitchen? - No.

- Mary, I'm gonna head. - You wanted to talk about something.

- It doesn't matter. - What is it?

It's nothing.

Here they are. Coat pocket. OK, girls, come on.

- I'll be here after the school run. - I'll talk to you later. I've got Luke in the car.

- Luke. Hang on. - Darren...

Would you move your motor? You're blocking me.

- Yeah. No worries. - Here.

- What's this? - He said he has no kettle. I found it in the press.

It's an old one but it still works. Give it to him.

Talk to you later. OK, girls, let's go.

Can't believe she remembered.

I'd say the boyfriend wasn't too keen on her giving it to me.

Why?

I thought you said he was tight.

He is. He's a useless prick.

Is he there for the long haul, do you reckon?

I don't know.

All right.

- How are you, Nidge? He's out there. - Cheers.

- Got some security in anyway. - Yeah.

He's gone to ground. Hasn't been seen.

His yard's all locked up. No sign of life.

- What about his house? - No-one there except his missus.

Fuck.

- It'll be hard enough to get him. - No, it won't.

No-one knows where he is.

He'll get bored and want to come out and play.

Feed his dogs, place a bet, fuck his missus.

What's she doing on her own in the house anyway?

Don't know. Maybe he doesn't give a shit.

I've a few fellas looking for him. When he turns up, we'll hear.

Nah.

I don't know where else to look.

- I want a pipe bomb going in the house. - All right.

When his missus is in there.

You sort that for me, Nidge?

Here. What's the panic?

I'm in a bind, man. I'm in a fuckin' bind.

Nidge, just calm down and tell me what it is.

John Boy wants me to pipe bomb Frano's house.

Frano's gone AWOL but his missus is still in the gaff.

Right. So what?

He wants me to pipe bomb the house when she's there.

- What does he want to do that for? - I don't know.

Fuckin' mad man. What's wrong with him?

What'll I do, Darren?

If I knew she was upstairs or something I could do it then.

What if she's asleep upstairs

and you burn the house down with her in?

- I have to do something. - I don't see what the problem is here.

Just wait till she's out and then do it.

- John Boy will know. - How the fuck will he know? He's God, is he?

No, but he might be the other fella. Hear about the ghost in his place?

What are you talking about? That's bullshit.

It's not. I seen the CCTV. It's there.

- It's like an evil spirit or something. - Maybe it's Hughie.

That's what I thought.

Look, if you have to do this, if you have to do it...

..just make sure she's out of the house. All right?

- All right. - All right.

- Is it ready? - Of course it is.

What's the craic?

You light this. You've got about 10 seconds, then you run like fuck.

- It's got a proper pop in it. - All right.

See you later.

So can you do that for me, Dave?

Just want to make sure my daughter's looked after.

You could start with making out a will.

Fuck the will. I just want to be sure CAB can't touch whatever she gets.

You can set up a trust for her if you want.

- You've got a couple of options. - Pick whichever's best.

Don't even need to ask. Just whichever you think.

I want to give her some money now as well.

- Something every month so she can't go mad. - Sure. No problem.

I'll talk to you about this again. I can't really think straight today.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

- How's the shoulder? - (Laughs)

I'll live.

Bit early in the day for me.

Ah, fuck it. One or two won't kill me.

Don't have to be in the office today.

(Whistles and hums)

(Sings to himself)

Are you all right, baby?

It went OK the last time. Don't be worried.

I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Siobhan, you're not going to have any hassle.

- What if I get caught? - You won't get caught.

I thought I only had to do it the once.

If they ever stop you, all you say is it's not your bag.

It's someone else's. You keep saying that.

This is the last time I'm doing it, Tommy. OK?

I want you to tell John Boy that. I didn't do anything.

This is the third time I've done this now.

- I know, baby. - Will you tell him?

Make up an excuse. I don't care. I'm not doing it.

OK.

You know in Sicily they write everything down.

They don't even trust a pay-as-you-go.

That's how come they end up never getting caught.

So did you do that thing?

- Not yet. It's getting done. - Fuck's sake.

What are you coming back here for, then?

- Fuck off till it's done. Do you hear me? - Yeah.

I got one of the lads to make the yokes up.

Don't be giving it to someone else to do.

- You take control of it. Do you understand? - Yeah.

Good. Don't be coming back if all you've done is wreck the gnomes in the garden.

I want blood on the floor. Do you think you can do that?

Yeah.

(TV on)

(Dog barking)

(Barking)

How are we doing?

Do you want me to wait outside?

We'll be done in about 10 minutes.

I'll go for a smoke.

- Where are we going to go? - John Boy has an apartment we can use.

- Where? - Trish, don't be giving me a hard time.

Nigel. I'm about to pop. It's coming up to Christmas.

Do you know how stressful this is? It's bad for the baby.

I know. We're going to keep it chill, nice and calm.

This is only for a bit until we get things sorted.

- Who's doing all this? - You don't need to know.

If I tell you we need to move, we need to move.

We'll be back here for Christmas, for sure.

I heard this Fran guy is a looper. Is that what this is about?

Is he causing all this hassle for us?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's going to get sorted, is it?

Yeah.

Why do we need to move then?

Nigel. I want to know. If we need to move, we need to move.

I want to know it all in case me and Warren are in any danger. Are we?

- No, you're not in any immediate danger. - What does that mean?

He won't bother his bollocks coming after you but he might hit the house.

Why?

OK, I'll tell you this, and once I tell you, you forget it.

You never bring it up. You never say it to anyone. OK?

Yeah.

- OK? - Yeah.

One of the lads, I don't know which of them, fucked a petrol bomb

or something at the house and Fran's wife got a bit of glass in her hand.

Jesus, who did that?

- You don't need to know. - And that's why he's going ape shit?

Yeah.

What about bringing Warren to school?

We'll work it out. It's for two weeks max.

I can't tell you any more, but two weeks max.

We'll get the baby room painted blue while we're away.

- OK. - OK.

We've an hour. Pick what you need and the lads will move the stuff.

We don't need a removal van.

I don't want you picking anything up, with the baby.

- Little Tupac. - I'm not calling him Tupac.

It was a joke.

We'll call him P Diddy.

Will you close the door?

What did the doctor say?

I might need some plastic surgery if I don't want scarring.

- Can they fix you up now? - No.

Have to wait until my face heals.

They'll fix you up then.

I have to have my implants taken out.

Why?

There's glass gone into the silicone.

The silicone's leaking into my blood. If I don't, I'll get blood poisoning.

Do you want anything in the shop?

A magazine.

(Phone rings)

I'm outside.

All right, babe. How'd it go?

Did you talk to John Boy yet?

- No. - Fuck's sake.

Thanks, lads.

All right, buddy.

They're gone.

Could he not have given us a clean flat? It's filthy.

We can order in.

Come on. Will you help me make the bed before you go?

Yeah.

Back in a second.

I'm not sleeping on that thing.

It's for one night. I'll get a new one tomorrow.

- It's Grottsville, USA. - It won't be for long.

As long as we're back home for Christmas.

I don't want to bring back little P Diddy to this kip.

We'll try for a little girl the next time, yeah?

As long as he's healthy I don't care.

- And we're all together, that's all that matters. - Come here.

If we turn on the TV for Warren we can see what the bed's like.

I'd love to, babe, but John Boy's going mental. I better get over there.

The offer's there now. I don't want you waking me later if I'm asleep.

I can't.

I'll try and get back as soon as I can. See you.

He has half a dozen security following him round the place.

I don't care. Three operations she's going to have to have now.

All bets are off. Anyone that's anything to him is fair game.

He'll have contracts out on you.

I'll be on the move 24/7. They'd want to be up very early to catch me out.

- How are we going to get him? - I'll do it myself.

I don't give a bollocks who's protecting him.

They don't want to take a bullet for that scumbag.

They'll take his money but they'll duck under the table if anything happens.

And I don't care what happens.

I'd die a happy man if I get him first. I would.

Right, I'm off.

- All right. - All right.

- Hiya. - Hi.

They're out on the roof.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry about the other day.

I should've kept a better eye on you.

But you're OK?

- I'm OK. - OK.

Do you want tea?

I'm making tea if you want a cup to bring out with you.

No, I'm good, thanks.

Actually, yeah, go on.

I could murder a cup of tea.

That's lovely stuff.

All right. I have this for you.

- What's that? - It's from Siobhan.

Oh, yeah. Thanks. Here.

Is she enjoying all the free foreign travel?

I'm going to start giving you an extra few bob for that.

Thanks.

Listen, I have to sort something out.

- But he's holed up somewhere. - Bullshit.

For a week or two maybe.

Then he gets bored and he thinks I'll have a pint or two.

That goes well. Then he thinks, fuck it, I'll nip into the local.

See how the lads are doing. Then he does that again and bang, we hit him.

Bye-bye, Fran the Man.

- Here, Tommy. - Thanks.

What are you doing? I was making tea.

You can get me a beer while you're up on your feet then.

- Nidge, do you want another beer? - Yeah.

Tommy, you want a beer?

No. I'm good with the tea, thanks.

Uh, we've got some shit to talk about here, Debbie.

I was going to bed anyway.

So what'll we do?

I don't want him walking around. I want him dead.

Right. Who do you want to get to do it?

Tommy.

- Me? - Yeah.

(Inaudible)