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(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

WAYNE: Guinea. Guinea.

(SNIFFLES)

What's up with you?

I have the bleedin' jelly head on me from them blueys.

-From last night, is it? -Yeah.

Where are we going?

-I want to show you something. -Yeah?

GLEN: It's a bleedin' beaut, innit?

Where'd you get that, you mad lunatic?

-I'm minding it. -For who?

Here, put that on camera.

(CHUCKLES)

-(LAUGHING) -Looking slick, pal.

-Show me. -Look at that.

Are you going to shoot rats with that, Wayne?

I'll shoot you.

Put that on video.

(DOG BARKING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Some pull on that, right? -Bleedin' noise of it.

(EXCLAIMS)

Have to clip someone, don't we?

Who?

Who?

Nothing.

(CHUCKLES)

GLEN: Go on, tell me. Who is it you have to clip?

(DELTA BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMAN MOANING ON TV)

(HELICOPTER HOVERS ABOVE)

(SIREN WAILING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm looking at him now.

Find out what you can, all right?

-The lads inside? -NIDGE: No, change of plan.

-NIDGE: Meet in Ado's mot's gaff. -Why?

See yer man on the door. Do you know him?

-No, never seen him before. -He's a cop.

-Are you sure? -Fuckin' sure I'm sure.

-Prick's arrested me before. -What's he doing?

I don't know.

ELMO: Cancelling the job, then?

No fuckin' way.

Come on, we'll go in yours. I've someone checking this out for me.

Push it, will you? Push it.

Right, slow down. Slow down.

-Take this right, yeah? -Yeah, do a U-ey.

Okay, put the fuckin' boot down.

Come on, push it.

Take a left here, will you?

All right, left here.

-See that car up ahead? -It's a fuckin' cop car.

Yeah, I know. Pull over behind it.

(UNZIPS)

Get over here!

(URINATING)

-What have you got on this prick? -Well, he's a member, all right.

-What? -He's a Garda, like.

I know he's a fuckin' guard. He's arrested me before.

Jesus, Martin, I know who he is.

What the fuck's he doing working the door at Vantage?

I don't know.

Is he undercover? What's he clocking me for?

I'd say he's just doing it to make an extra few bob. That's all.

That's what I'd say.

You're useless.

Find out what you can about him.

And find out where he lives.

You're a bleedin' pox, Karl, you know that.

What did I say? Phone off, Fran.

And I see on a GPS, he's gone off the route if we go off the main road.

Take the battery out now.

There's a way out to the road, through the underground car park.

No, we're done. This is what we're doing.

There's no tracks or dyes on the box of this one.

It's clean. Story?

-Saying he's sick. -(SCOFFS)

Jesus, like he'd want to be dying. What's wrong with him?

Nadine is there, if we need another body.

For what, to make the bleedin' sandwiches?

I'm not making any bleedin' sandwiches.

-Jeez, Nadine, we're having a meeting. -NADINE: I forgot me hot water bottle.

If yous are putting me down in me own house,

yous can go have your meetings in your own bleedin' gaff.

No offence, darling. We're all a bit under pressure here, all right?

Didn't mean anything.

Could use her, Nidge. She can handle herself.

-Drive, whatever. -(LIQUID POURING)

NADINE: What are you on about?

-This is fuckin' stupid. -Fuck you.

NIDGE: Burn that map, will you.

I'll call in to Karl, Nidgy. He'll be grand.

If he panics on the job, I'll personally fuckin' batter him.

Nah, fuck him. He's lost his bottle. We're not going with him.

-We'll use Tommy. -Tommy? Ah, Jaysus, Nidgy.

No, he's fuckin' grand.

-(VIBRATING) -(INDISTINCT SIREN WAILING)

Hello.

Yeah, he's here. He's asleep.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Okay.

All right, darlin'.

TOMMY: All right.

What's the matter with her?

Siobhan? Nothing.

Come on. I need to talk to you.

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Cheers, pal.

-How's your head? (SNIFFLES) -(SIGHS)

You're always asking me that. It's all right.

How's the headaches?

They do get bad at night-time sometimes.

I could go two, three weeks and nothing, and then bam,

-I'm fuckin' crippled with them. -Bleedin' Nigerians.

What's the story with you anyway, are you after takin' something?

No... Yeah.

It's the bombers, they're to help me sleep, you know?

-All good, so? -Yeah.

Yeah? Because I've a job.

But it's a bit more pressure than usual.

I'm a bit wrecked. It'll have to be the morning.

It's not now I'm looking for you, for fuck's sake. For tomorrow.

A bit of cash in it for you, all right?

-All right. -All right?

What?

You've got some blood there.

(TYPING)

(SIGHS)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT SIREN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(KNOCKING)

-Howya, Mrs Cardiff. -Hello, love.

-Seeing Wayne here. -Grand.

-Where is it? -Do you want me to get it?

You have it?

What the fuck were you doing showing off with it?

I was only messing. Sorry.

Go get it for me.

If you're going to act like a muppet, Wayne, I've no use for you.

Sorry, Lizzie.

LIZZIE: He doesn't know anything about you.

Does he not ask? I don't say anything to him.

'Cause it's so fuckin' important, Lizzie, you know what I mean?

That no-one susses this out.

I know that, Dano.

The young fella knows fuck all, 'cause I tell him fuck-all.

He's good, I know he is.

I see him standing there near where I'm living. It's like he's part of the wall.

You wouldn't notice him at all.

No sign of the queer fella?

He's never at home or he is for five minutes, then he's gone.

-Where's he staying? -Don't know.

Sometimes he stays at the place with the girls.

The brazzers?

-Can you not do him coming out of there? -He has security.

There's a Garda station round the corner. But if you want...

I don't want yous making a bollix of it.

We've only got one chance and I'm fucked if it's tracked back to me.

-No-one can know. -I know.

So take your fuckin' time. When he lets the guard down, bang.

We get the little ratbag.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You're all right, go on.

You're all right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you want me to send one of the other ones in, sort you out?

How about a massage? Yeah?

(SIGHS)

Why don't you relax, and I'll get Denise and Agatha in,

give you the all-over-body.

They're all half scared of me, whatever the fuck I've done.

Nothing, except give them a job and put a roof over their heads.

You know what? You just relax. Lie down on the bed.

And I'll do it for you meself.

No, Janet, you've enough to be doing.

Go on. I'll be back in a minute.

That's nice, Janet.

Don't worry about that, Janet. I've left you the underpants on.

I wouldn't expecting you to do that, now.

But you can if you want.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -WOMAN: Fran's here.

Ah, good Jaysus.

Can we put it back a day and get someone?

NIDGE: No, we can't.

Tomorrow's the only day they're on together for the next two weeks.

He doesn't have next month's roster yet. I need to get home.

I know, Nidgy. But Jaysus, Tommy?

The brain's not the same, not after the hiding you gave him that time.

Look, Frano, there's four of us already, you know what I mean?

And the only difference between now and before with Tommy is

he has a plate in his head.

That's a fuckin' bonus as far as I can see.

It's like having a bulletproof fuckin' helmet on.

He'll be grand.

(EXHALING)

(CHURCH BELLS CHIMING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BELL RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

FRAN: Don't fuckin' move or I'll blow your head off.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up now.

All right.

-All okay? -FRAN: Yeah, all okay. Yeah.

-Where's the other one? -In bed.

Wake her up.

No, love, you stay here.

(CRYING)

For Jaysus sake. What am I after saying?

We're not going to hurt yous.

But if she keeps it up I'll have to put the masking tape on her mouth.

She's having a panic attack.

I'm after telling her not to panic.

You're not fuckin' helping.

All we're going to do is take a bleedin' photo.

I need to go to the toilet.

Right, everybody in.

(GROANS)

Now say fuckin' cheese.

(WHIMPERING)

(CLICKS)

TOMMY: She needs to go to the jacks.

-Do you have her phone? -Yeah.

Well, fuckin' bring her.

Come on.

And leave the door open.

See that.

-That's what you show him. -Please.

And if yous call the cops we'll put them in a hole.

Do you understand?

Leave the door open.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

FRAN: I'm not fucking about here.

We won't be able to let them go. Do you know what I mean?

So all you have to do is show your buddy the photo and tell him what's what.

Did you go?

Yeah.

'Cause we're going in the van now.

This is itchy, this thing.

Come on. Come on, get a fuckin' move on.

FRAN: Nice and slowly, all right?

Don't bother looking.

What did I say to you? Out the fuckin' door.

Nice and slowly, yeah?

That's it now, girls, yeah.

No banging or shouting or anything like that.

(MUTTERING INSTRUCTIONS)

(VAN DOORS CLOSING)

They'll be all right, pal.

As long as you don't fuck up and call the cops.

You'll have to keep it together.

You'll be followed. You know that, don't you?

Your phone is being monitored. There's a bug been put in it.

Okay?

(SOBBING)

(SHUSHING)

You're all right, hun.

Ma, what if they don't get the money?

They'll get the money. Don't worry, love.

(BANGING)

FRAN: Shut up back there!

ELMO: He's coming out now.

(MOBILE CHIMING)

Yes. Get in, my son.

-All good? -Very fuckin' good.

Eight hundred. That's good. You know what that means, eight hundred?

-Under a million. -No armed escort.

Back of the fuckin' net.

NIALL: Were you out last night? 'Cause it look like you were.

No, I'm coming down with something.

Well, don't give it to fuckin' me. I need the overtime.

(VEHICLE DOOR SHUTS)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

OFFICER: What's the story, pal? Are you all right?

-I need to talk to you. -Yeah.

(CROW CAWING)

Here. Don't be leaving the butts behind when yous are finished.

-I need to go to the toilet. -FRAN: Again?

Here, will you bring her?

Yeah.

I'll bring you.

-Oh, fuck. -I don't know what to do.

What do I do? Do I call in a 1010?

What do I do?

-Don't say anything. -I won't.

I don't know what to do.

Well, I'll do whatever you want me to do, buddy. Whatever.

Thanks, pal.

Let's go.

Stay close to him.

TOMMY: It's just there.

-GIRL: It's freezing. -Yeah.

(EXHALES)

You can take it off and scratch your face if you want.

Look, I already saw but I won't say.

-Where are we? -I don't know. Someone's gaff.

Do you think we're still in Dublin?

I think so.

Do you think the radiators work?

Don't think they do.

I hate being cold.

I was really cold one time

and I sat on the radiator after a bath, and you know what happened?

I burnt my arse.

(CHUCKLES)

I did.

There's no door.

-I'll stand up a bit for you. -Okay.

You won't look?

Don't be listening either.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Is that you, my old pal?

Hold on, there's no coverage. I can't hear you. I'll move on.

Can you hear me now?

He's doing a drop at lunch time. How's it going there?

No problem, Nidgy. No problem.

What the fuck.

Keep them fuckin' there! Keep them there!

Sit the fuck down. Sit down!

(PANTING)

-Come here to me, you. Get the fuck... -(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

Shut your fuckin' mouth.

-Ice-cream. -You already had an ice-cream, John.

(GASPS) Ah, will you look at him. My little man is getting big.

-I don't want it. -Oh, Warren, it looks lovely on you.

You look so handsome. Look.

-No. I don't want it. -For me, Warren, go on.

I think you look so grown-up. For me?

-All right. -Ah, that's my boy.

Now.

-I don't want to wear a tie. -Do you not want the tie?

No, we'll take the tie, just in case he changes his mind.

-I don't want the tie. -Good boy.

-Nuggets. -We're not going to McDonald's.

(SIGHS)

-That's 284 euros. -Thanks.

What the fuck is going on?

It's all right. It's under control now.

You're some fuckin' jackdaw.

It's under control. I'll tell you later.

No, tell me now.

The young one tried to make a run for it.

-You didn't fuckin' shoot her, did you? -No, we didn't.

I told you. It's under control.

It's all sorted.

-Don't be worrying. -All right.

I'd keep your little bitch pups on a tight leash if I were you.

-He's pulling in. What'll I do? -NIDGE: Keep going. Keep going.

Pull in here. Pull in here.

-(KNOCKS) -(RECIPROCATING KNOCK)

I can't do it. I can't.

I don't know what to do, Niall. What will I do?

If it was my girls they had... Peter, listen. I mean...

If it was me, I'd give them it. I mean, fuck it, Peter.

They're not interested in your family.

This is what we do. We ring it in, we ring it in. Yeah?

NIDGE: Come on. Come on.

Just stall the ball for a second.

All right? I'm going to go in there,

I'm gonna get a packet of smokes and then we'll decide what to do.

(MOBILE RINGING)

-What the fuck is going on? -He wants to call it in.

-What? -He said he can't hack it.

What's your bleedin' job? Make him fuckin' hack it!

I don't know if I can.

I'll chop your fuckin' legs off. You make him do it, you hear me?

We're nearly there.

His wife and kids are being looked after. He'll have them in an hour. Yeah?

All right.

-Are you all right, buddy? -I'm calling it in.

Fair enough.

Can't fuckin' believe it.

-What do we do? -Now. Fuckin' hit them now.

Open the fuckin' back now. Now!

(SIREN BLARING)

OFFICER OVER RADIO: Robbery in progress.

NIDGE: Come on, get off, get off. Let's go. Move!

Let's go. Open it. Open up!

Your kids are dead, you prick.

Hurry up, come on. Help him, let's go.

Hurry up. Come on! Come on!

Let's go!

Come on!

-There's more boxes! -We've got to go, let's go.

Here.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Frano, get the fuck out of there.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

NIDGE: I don't know what you're pissed off on, Fran.

We got a decent enough haul.

What do you want?

(DOOR OPENING)

There he is now.

You literally couldn't babysit a fuckin' girl.

You going to say anything to him, Nidgy? 'Cause he was a fuckin' liability.

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

Yeah.

Go fuck yourself.

I found her halfway down the bleedin' road and you with your flute in your hand.

She was running away 'cause of him. You scared her.

-'Cause of me? -She was scared of the mask.

I don't fuckin' believe this. I'll box the head off you right now.

If you box me, Fran, I'll box you.

Calm the fuck down, will you?

We'll have a drink. Fran, sit down.

Sit down.

(DENISE GROANS)

Oh, for fuck sake. Who's in there with you?

Your man, Andrew. He's a filthy pig. He got sick all over me.

Denise, you go and get yourself cleaned up.

Lara, come here to me.

Go and sort out a few beers for Nidge's lads while I sort out this mess in here.

-Do you want me to get one of the lads? -Do not. Do you want them to kill him?

(RETCHING)

(COUGHING)

(GROANS)

Andrew, get dressed and get the fuck out of here, will you?

That's the last of it now. You're barred. Come on.

-Come on. Hurry up, get out. -I'm sorry, Janet.

-I'll have to get in here cleaned. -I'll pay.

I know you will. And the dry cleaning for the carpets, you'll pay for that as well.

(LAUGHS) For fuck sake, Janet, the carpet? I'm not paying for the carpet.

Look, Janet, I'm sorry, okay? I'm out of order.

I've had too much to drink.

I'll pay for the sheets, there's no argument there,

but I'm not paying for the manky carpet.

That's ripping me off, in all fairness.

-What are you doing? -You got sick on the carpet.

You're paying for it. Where's your wallet?

Fuck's sake, Janet.

This is totally not right.

You're not going through my wallet.

(JANET SCREAMS)

-(GROANS) -(JANET GRUNTS)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Nidge, have you got a minute? It's for Janet.

Yeah.

-Come here, darlin', you all right? -It's nothing, Nidge.

He's a regular. He was a bit messy.

Well, he can't be getting away with that now, can he?

It was an accident. I'll be all right.

NIDGE: This his?

Come on.

-You been gargling tonight? -No.

Good. I need you to do a job for me.

Your cards are all...

There's nothing on them.

I don't know what happened.

I'm sorry. I apologise.

Have you no cash on you?

-I'm separated. -You're separated?

What the fuck's that got to do with anything?

I gave her the cheque for the maintenance,

but I told her to wait to cash it.

She mustn't have.

The fuckin' bitch.

What does the J&A stand for?

J&A Dentist and Dental Supplies.

-Which one are you? -Andrew.

Redden.

-And who's the J? -My dad.

-Your daddy. -Yeah.

What's his name?

-He's dead. -What's the J for?

Jason.

That's a dog's name.

(SIGHS)

Thanks.

(GRUNTS)

Would I come to your dentist fuckin' place and shit and puke on your floor? Would I?

And then hit one of your women working there, would I?

-(YELLING) Would I? -No!

No! No.

What would you do if someone did that, didn't pay their bills?

You'd call the guards. Wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Know what a tax is?

-Yeah. -Good.

'Cause you're getting taxed.

(DOOR OPENS)

-(MUSIC PLAYING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Here's to being broke, Nidgy.

Think I've found something, Fran.

I might have something.

Where's Tommy?

(KNOCKING)

-Are you all right? -Ma! Ma, come here!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

I just wanted to see if she's all right.

-Where is he? -OFFICER: He's in the back.

-I'll see the family first. -Yeah, they're inside.

-How are you, Tommy? -Yeah.

You just came to make sure she was all right?

Yeah.

Good man. Good man.

-You know why we're arresting you, Tommy? -Yeah.

Of course you do, yeah.

Have you got a number for Siobhan, isn't it?

We'll give her a call.

It's in me phone.

Okay, so.

You maybe want something to drink there, Tommy?

What do you want to drink?

Can you get me a fizzy orange?

Yeah. Yeah.

We'll get you a fizzy orange, Tommy. Yeah.

(SIREN BLARING)

(CHILD MUTTERING)

-How are you doing? Siobhan, is it? -Yeah.

Do you want to step in with me, Siobhan?

Now, listen, it's all okay. Luckily no-one's been badly hurt.

-SIOBHAN: Is Tommy okay? -He is, he's totally fine.

Siobhan, he's okay. All right?

What did he do?

He was involved in what's called a tiger kidnapping, you know?

So it's a serious situation he's in, but he's okay.

And as I said, no-one was hurt.

Here, come in and sit down for a bit.

-Am I being arrested? -Not at all. No, not at all.

We'll leave the door open.

-'Cause I don't want to say anything. -You don't have to say anything.

But, uh...

I'll be honest with you now, Siobhan.

I don't believe for one instant that Tommy was anything in this but a gillie.

Do you get me?

He was very much led astray, is what I think,

and I could say this before a judge and he'd listen to me.

-Can I see him? -You can. You can, of course. Yeah.

But, he's asleep now.

I can take you to him and you can wake him up,

or we could have a talk

about how we can get him out of this mess, Siobhan.

What do you mean? I don't know anything about this.

I know you don't, but you know as soon as your uncle Nidge hears about this,

he'll have his dodgy lawyer over here

and it'll be a lot worse for Tommy.

You know that.

Tommy's not really right, is he? Since he got that terrible beating.

No.

It was a minor miracle from what I heard, that he managed to pull through it at all.

You know what happened to him. Of course he told you.

He said he can't remember.

They told him it was foreigners who jumped him.

Huh.

Who told him that, Siobhan?

Nidge.

Believe me when I tell you, Siobhan,

that locking up poor Tommy will not give me any huge satisfaction.

Nidge would know.

Because of the lawyer, you know.

He has the same lawyer as Nidge.

Listen, Siobhan, don't worry about any of that.

This will proceed like a normal case with whatever lawyer he has.

And...

Anything that I say to you now or you say to me, is just between the two of us.

I don't need to explain myself to anybody.

But before the lawyer arrives,

I thought maybe

we could help Tommy together.

Do you want to see him now?

(SAPPY ACOUSTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

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