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(SHOUTING)

(WHIMPERING)

Don't mind him. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Ah, fuck him.

-FRAN: Do you still want one? -Of course, look.

The young fella's mad about them. Aren't you?

-Your old dog died, did he? -Bernard Dunne.

That's what he called her. She, uh, had a stump nosed.

(CHUCKLES) She looked a bit like him and all.

(LAUGHS)

-Jesus. Champion, was she? -Yeah.

So look, I'll leave it the two weeks

and I'll come back then and I'll pick him up, all right?

Come on, Brandon. Let's go.

(SHOUTING)

(WHIMPERING)

Go on!

(BARKING)

FRAN: Right, ta.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTING)

Nidgy. Come on, I'll show you something.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(WHIMPERING)

-They're beauts so they are, aren't they? -(SNEEZES)

Are you allergic to them, you think, Nidgy?

No. I'm coming down with a bleedin' dose.

Bleedin' half the country had it there, you know.

The country's fuckin' rotten, so it is.

So are we cool?

Yeah.

I was smoking a lot of Thai stick. Gets you paranoid.

-How's your teeth? -Fuckin' killing me.

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

Trish!

Trish!

(COUGHING)

(SIGHS)

(SNEEZING)

(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Jesus sake, Trish. The light hurts my eyes.

-You not feeling any better, Nigel? -No, it's like cancer, this thing.

-Whatever it is. -Man flu.

-Oh, fuck off. -I'm sorry.

I know you're in a lot of pain, Nigel.

-I'm in bits, I swear to God. -(TSKS) Poor baby.

Blinded with the headache and all.

Could be delayed shock, you know.

-What? -After your ma and all.

(SIGHS)

I need to get mobile, Trish. I'm a bleedin' sitting duck here.

You will.

(KISSES)

-Where are the kids? -They're with my ma.

-Are you going out? -No.

Tell me if you're going out, will you?

-I will. I'm downstairs. -Tell me if you're going out though.

I will, baby.

-Cora, you can take a break. -Oh. Okay.

If you sit in the chair it'll look better in case anyone walks in.

(SCOFFS)

So did you get the falsies for my teeth?

I sent in the moulds. I'm just waiting for them to come back.

Do I need to be there when it comes in?

That's up to Nidgy.

All I need is keys and codes.

What's it coming in with? All this shit, is it?

Dental supplies.

Chairs and shit?

Relax, pal. All it is, is a dummy run.

You can't be done for the lidocaine. You use it, don't yous?

In 2.5mm vials, not barrels of it.

What happens then?

Yeah. Know that young one I saw on the way in.

-Does she have a boyfriend? -I don't know.

You do know, you dirty dog.

Are you trying to bone her yourself, are you?

Write the codes down there for me.

Fine thing she is.

Better than the one you had on the last time I was here.

(EXHALES)

That's me done. I'm bollocksed.

-Ciaran. Ciaran. -Yes, Keith?

Come on with me.

See you later, girls.

KEITH: Harcourt Terrace.

DI there rang. He said there's a woman in there,

a dental nurse, just been sacked.

Says there's been shady characters going in and out of the place.

Has she identified any of them?

Only that one of them that's been going in and out has a couple of teeth missing.

ANNEMARIE: No.

Do you want another cup of tea, Annemarie?

No, thank you.

This one.

-This one? -Yes.

Did he come in on his own or with the other one?

He came in on his own.

-And you noticed him at the time, did you? -Yeah.

-Why? -Just...

He seemed kind of aggressive.

And you know. You just know.

You just know.

(KEYS JANGLING)

DEAN: You're sure there's no gear coming in if I'm driving?

There's not.

All you say is you're working for your man, head the ball.

You're the driver. He signed all the forms.

It's a dry run, Deano.

See if the cops are onto us. That's all it is.

(SIGHS)

Do you know anyone in The Joy who'd do that Noely prick for me?

No one's going near him in there.

You'd have to be a fuckin' spacer to have a go. He'd see it coming.

-My fuckin' teeth. -Some poitin will sort you.

Find out what the story with his family is, will you?

Yeah.

-DANIEL: What's the story? -I don't know.

He hasn't been around at all. It's like he's gone underground.

Fucked off to somewhere.

-Has he seen you following him? -No.

(SIGHS) Look, Lizzie, I know I told you to take your time and get him,

but for fuck sake, the clock is ticking and I'm running out of money on this.

Here.

I don't want money for it.

I'll do it 'cause of Paddy.

Take the money, will you?

You want me to hurry it up then?

Do what you can. I don't want a fuck up but push it a bit.

-Look for a weakness. -Yeah.

(SOBBING)

Tommy.

-Tommy. -(SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

Hey.

(SOBBING)

SIOBHAN: Will you not tell me what it is, love?

Is it the headaches?

What is it then?

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

What the fuck are you doing?

-Frano, it's me. -What?

-Relax. It's me. -Who?

Fran.

Fran, it's me. Will you put the fuckin' gun down?

Fuck off.

Get the fuck... Lie down!

You want me to lie down?

-Lie the fuck down. Face down! -Frano.

Do it! On your fuckin' knees.

Your fuckin' hands up.

Hands behind your head.

Hands behind the back of your head!

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Dean?

Dean, what the fuck are you doing here?

(BABY COOING ON MONITOR)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS)

-(SNIFFLES) -Are you all right, love?

Yeah.

Leyton's starting to wake.

(SIGHS)

Did you not go to bed?

Sometimes I remember.

Who done it to you?

No.

I can't remember who I am sometimes.

-You don't know who you are? -No.

I know who I am.

I don't know I'm me.

It's not the same.

Who do you think you are then?

No, I know I'm me.

But I know I'm not like I was, you know.

Everything's slow sometimes.

Then a few days have gone by fast and I don't know that it was me then.

It was me with the brain all messed up. That's not me.

That's not Tommy.

I know it's not me.

I can't remember what I was when I was me.

But yesterday I did.

I knew I was me again.

I keep reminding myself I'm me. I'm Tommy.

I'm me. I'm Tommy. I'm Tommy. So I won't forget.

(SIGHS)

(DOGS BARKING)

All right, Deano.

-How's the head? -Bleedin' sore.

Leave it out, will you?

I was off my head on mushrooms and poitin.

What were you doing sneaking up on me anyways?

-I found out about Noely. -Go on. He has no one?

Half them are emigrated but he's got a brother inside in The Joy with him.

-Where's he living? -With his ma till he went in.

-Where's she? -She died three months ago.

Noely went off the rails, he did.

Did he?

Find out where she's buried.

-Why? -Never mind fuckin' why.

Go on, get out. I'll drive.

I robbed it though.

We'll be pulled over with you. You look like you're bleedin' 12.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

WAYNE: Should we not have gloves?

Why, we're going to burn the car if he's there.

You're not scared we're going to get caught?

We're not going to get caught.

Don't care, anyways.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(URINATING)

-Come on. -What are we doing?

See if he's in there.

(SLURPING)

(WHISPERING) He likes his runners.

He's not here.

He was.

I can smell him.

He was here.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

-You still want to wait for him, no? -No.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Do you hate him? -I miss my brothers more.

No, I hate him. I hate them all.

If your man wasn't paying, would you still be going for it?

It's not about the money.

A bit of money would be nice all the same.

-(CRASHING) -(GRUNTS)

Ah.

You take the gun and fuck off, will you?

What about you?

For fuck sake. Fucking look at the state of my car.

-I only just bought it. -It's only a little bang.

Only a little bang! You ran right fuckin' into me.

I probably have whiplash.

You go. Go!

Hey. Where's he going? Hey.

You're leaving the scene of an accident!

-He has football practice. -I don't fuckin' believe it. This is...

You don't need to be so aggressive.

What? I'm not being aggressive.

-Yeah, you're being aggressive. -This is ridiculous.

(EXHALES)

Hello. Yeah, I'd like to report an accident.

Someone's just crashed into the back of me.

Yeah, fuckin' idiot.

Yeah.

(GROANS) Yeah.

At the connector at the corner of Beach and Close.

Yeah. Okay.

Just a minute ago there, yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

(GRUNTS)

I told you not to be so aggressive.

(GRUNTS)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

If I'd caught them, I tell you there would've been a blood bath.

Cheeky bastards, Nidgy.

No idea who they are?

Remember them IRA brothers that shot you, Ado?

-Pricks. -Yeah.

-It was the sister. -The sister?

Yeah, the sister and some young fella with her.

Jesus. Do you reckon this was sanctioned?

I don't know.

I wouldn't trust the bastards, you know what I mean. You never know.

I'll find out.

I don't think it is 'cause they got no money.

Do you want me to find out where the two of them are?

-Or will I leave it 'cause of the job? -Fuck the job.

Fuckin' in my house, they were. I want them got.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TV PLAYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(MOBILE BUZZES)

ADO: We have the young fella going into his gaff, do you want us to move? Go for it.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(TV PLAYING)

I'll get it.

Jesus, what's that?

WAYNE: Nanny!

Get off me!

Get your hands off me!

Get off me you!

(MUFFLED SHOUT)

MRS CARDIFF: Wayne!

-What is it, Mrs Cardiff? -They're after taking my grandson.

I'll ring the police.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Get him in.

Get him in.

-Get the little prick? -ADO: Yeah, he's in there.

If you want to leave it yourself, Nidge,

we can take him off somewhere and do him if you want.

Open the door and don't be annoying me.

It's a black Volkswagen Golf, 96 Delta 40663.

-He had this on him. -Didn't do anything.

I done nothing.

You and that dirty bitch came into my house.

My fuckin' house where my kids are.

You think you're getting away with that?

Mischa, put him up.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Who's paying you?

Whoever you're keeping your mouth shut for better be worth it, pal,

'cause I'm telling you, I'm going to smash every one of your fuckin' teeth in.

I'm going to cut your ears off.

I'm going to cut your nose off.

(SNIFFLES)

And then I'm going to cut your cock off.

We'll see what happens then, you smart fuck.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Cops.

You going to tell me who's putting you up to this?

Nidge, cops. Better get out of here.

All right, let's go.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

POLICEMAN: Down on the ground!

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

-Are you Wayne? -Yeah.

Get out.

Come with me, come on.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Just having a bit of craic with the boys.

Yeah.

Your friends normally kick the shit out of you?

-No. They didn't do this to me. -Who did that to you?

-The Gardaí. -(CHUCKLES) For fuck's sake.

Your grandmother reported you as being kidnapped.

-No. These are my mates here, you know. -POLICEMAN: Yeah.

Just playing a little joke on me, they were.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFLES)

Are you going to tell me who your man is?

The one with the contract out on me.

I'm not a rat.

-You're with your man, is it? -No, I'm with whoever, you know.

Wherever the money is.

I owe you for keeping your mouth shut there.

Are you going to tell me who it is?

-Can I go? -(LAUGHS)

You've got balls.

Come back to me if you grow a bleedin' brain.

Now, go on, fuck off.

CIARAN: Look at this.

The one on the left. She'd give a fuckin' snowman a horn.

We've got movement down here, Keith.

Who is it?

The man himself.

Okay, there he is now. Standby.

-Has he gone in yet? -No.

He's got that scar-faced security gimp coming out to him.

He's got a bit of a limp on him.

Okay, they've gone in.

Stay back, lads, not yet.

Okay, go.

Bug's in the car.

Transponder's on.

Okay, open them up.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

I told you about this weeks ago.

I have them all the time.

Una, give me a break, will you?

You're punishing me.

Jesus, Una, please, I'm not.

-Yes, you are. -No, I'm not.

You can go any time. You know I love the kids.

Go for a week. Go for two weeks, whatever you want.

All I want is the fucking weekend. It's pick-up, drop-offs.

You don't even have to cook. You can order pizza.

I can't. I know it's a mess, I know you planned it.

I know all that but for the past six months I've been struggling.

Did I worry you once?

Once did I say, "Uh, Una, we're fucked,

"the business is going down the fucking toilet?

"I've no money, I'm under pressure." Not once!

(SIGHS)

I didn't know.

I know. I didn't say, did I?

-And is it bad? -That's what I'm trying to tell you.

It's not. It was, but it's not.

I've been fighting, hustling, you know.

I just, I really need this week. It's a big deal.

I get this business thing working and it solves everything. Everything.

This guy who's coming on as a partner, he's sound, you know.

He really believes that the business can bounce back.

NIDGE: I don't want any of them knowing it's a dummy run.

I want them to act exactly the way they would if it was happening.

Smart move, Nidgy. Smart move.

Come on. What the fuck?

NIDGE: Probably set up a company.

Get foreigners working for him and only bring in a couple of K's a week.

If the place gets busted,

it's the Romanians or Latvians working there that get done.

If the customs or the cops don't spot the lidocaine

then the next one we'll bring in the gear.

The amount of lido he's bringing in,

he could pull out the teeth of half the country.

Is he looking after you, is he, with your teeth? 'Cause I told him to.

FRAN: I know. I appreciate it.

See you later.

(SCOFFS)

Sounds like our dentist.

KEITH: This is the registered property.

It hasn't been used in the last eight months.

We have two of our targets here.

We have this guy who seems to be doing security for them at night.

Mischa Rimkis, 52. Lithuanian, resident in Ireland the last 12 years.

Former Olympic discus thrower and he spent some time in the Russian special forces.

You not get the video in when rimjob there falls asleep?

-Oh, the last two night's he's awake. -Every minute?

I don't know. He's on speed or something.

Who the fuck takes speed?

If we can get the video feed in we will 'cause if it's lidocaine we'll let it go.

If we get Nidge on the premises with the lidocaine do we not...

No. We wait for him to bring in the gear.

'Cause his guard will be down if the dummy run works out for him.

-Then we get him hands on. -Fuck sake, gaffer.

Are we going to let him go? We can do him on the lidocaine.

We can do him on the lidocaine,

but it's far more damning if we can do him on the heroin and coke.

We'd have a chance of putting him away for 20 years.

-FRAN: Are you all sorted? -Yeah.

Game ball.

That'll be a nice Christmas present when he comes out.

His mammy there to see him.

Will it not be a bit fuckin' messy?

-What are you, Dean, a bleedin' pussy? -(TSKS)

Some of the old ones when they're dead, all the skin is falling off them,

but they still have some white hair hanging off the skull.

(CHUCKLES)

(ENGINE STARTING)

See what the Noely pox did to my teeth, Karlo.

That's why it has to be done.

I've all the equipment.

-You want to dig her up? -Yeah.

That'll teach him.

He gets out of The Joy and she's sitting there in an armchair

waiting to say hello to him.

-What'll I say to the missus? -I don't give a bollocks, Karl.

I have the job set up and I need another bod.

I can't do it, Fran.

I need another man and that's you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(TV PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

That was fuckin' quick.

(SLURPS)

I don't know him.

I know who he is.

But I never met him like.

So I owe him nothing.

You want a job?

I'd love a bleedin' job. (LAUGHS)

Cool.

(KEYS JANGLING)

Eight-zero, he looks asleep to me.

Go, Bravo Unit, go.

(LADDER RATTLING)

(CAR LOCK BEEPING)

Boss, Nidge boy is on the move.

Looks like he's coming this way, all right.

If he is, he'll be 15 minutes.

Okay, we've 15 minutes before possible arrival of target.

Five minutes, Keith.

Okay, Bravo Unit, we've got five minutes. Wrap it up.

Five to eight zero. The target's coming in now.

Roger, one five. Bravo Unit, get out of there.

NIDGE: How's it going? MISCHA: Nothing, all quiet here.

I'll have to get one of them security boxes made for you.

(CHUCKLES)

Go on. I'll take over.

What's he doing, Keith?

KEITH: Counter-surveillance.

He's a little bit late.

(DIGGING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(THUMPING)

(GRUNTS)

FRAN: (GRUNTS) Fuck it.

Jesus, the fuckin' smell.

(VOMITING)

Give us a hand out, Deano.

(GRUNTS)

Oh.

I might just leave it, Jimmy.

I've some place I have to be in an hour.

It's up to you. I can always say that vandals did it.

(COUGHING)

DEAN: You all right?

Hold on. One more thing.

(TOOLS THUMPING)

(UNZIPS)

(LAUGHING)

Fuck you, Noely. (LAUGHS)

I'm pissing on your ma.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SIREN BLARING)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(BEEPING)

-(CAMERA CLICKING) -(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Keith.

Give me audio on the target vehicle.

What happened to you, did you not get the washing or something?

FRAN: We were cleaning out shite in the yard.

What do you think?

You can be done for that lidocaine, you know.

NIDGE: Unless you're a dentist. FRAN: They didn't spot it.

NIDGE: If it's this easy getting this shit in,

imagine how much gear we can get in this way.

Bingo.

It's a right little plan, Nidgy, all right.

I'll fuck off.

NIDGE: You can handle this, yeah? FRAN: Ah, yeah.

Stupid coppers haven't a clue.

-Give me that. -Thought you were off them, Keith.

I'm celebrating.

All right, Tony.

Get in.

How are you, Michelle?

What about you, Daniel? How's everything?

-How's your mammy? -Uh, not too bad.

She has her good days and her bad days, you know.

-The kids are growing up, aren't they? -Oh, yeah.

-You're looking well anyway. -I'm off the sauce.

Hop in so I'll fill you in.

Where are we off to then, Tony?

Some place we can talk, Nidge.

The country's riddled with fuckin' spies and informers.

Making sure we're not getting followed.

I disagreed with taking money from these people from day one, Dano.

I've never been comfortable with it.

Leaves a bad taste, you know.

That's what I said to Tony.

So is he definitely getting it?

Well, Tony's bulling about it, but I want what you want.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'll want some of that tiger kidnapping money off you.

Yeah, no problem.

What do you want me to do about any of this?

I just wanted to find out if it was...

You know, if it was...

No.

You was doing a solo run.

(GROANING)

The movement doesn't need riffraff like you.

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

-Cheers, Tony. -Yeah. See you. Good luck.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(LAUGHS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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