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(CROWD LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

So, what do you think, Terence?

TERENCE: What do I think?

No.

No?

No way.

Why the fuck would I give it to you on tick?

Well, not all of it.

Just enough to start off again, that's all.

All this dead dentist business isn't good for anyone.

I know.

Not one gives a bollocks about all the young fellas that get whacked.

But some fat, rich fucker with pearly whites goes for a swim,

and everyone's screaming blue murder.

You need to get your house in order. You know what I mean?

I know that, Terence.

I know. I'm doing that, okay?

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

FRAN: Dean!

(OPENS REFRIGERATOR DOOR)

Dean!

Dean, what am I looking for again?

A light.

(LAUGHS) Jesus.

Fucking hell!

-What? -Nothing.

Get yourself a light there.

(LAUGHING)

What's this?

We've a bone to pick with you, Nidgy!

Get the fuck away from me.

Jesus, where are you after putting it now?

You're about to bleeding lose it on me.

I don't want it anywhere near me.

REPORTER: Gardai have not formally identified the body,

which was discovered in the canal in the last hour,

but it's believed to be that of Andrew Redden,

a 44-year-old dentist who was reported missing last month.

-(CROWD LAUGHING) -(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Police say a post-mortem examination will take place tomorrow

and that Gardai are launching a murder investigation.

(INHALES)

Thanks.

REPORTER: Members of a specialist underwater team

are conducting a search of the canal.

Mr Redden disappeared from his Rathmines home three weeks ago.

(SIGHING)

FRAN: I have it.

(LAUGHING)

What have you still got it for?

I don't know. It's... It's for luck.

For luck?

Any time I give it an old rub, I go out...

(MOBILE RINGING)

...and every fucking time I get me hole.

-(SNIGGERING) -Know what I mean?

Black magic or something. (LAUGHS)

(MOBILE CONTINUES RINGING)

See who this is.

(EXHALES)

Who is it?

Nidgy.

"We have a bone to pick with you, Nidgy."

(BOTH CACKLING)

-You calling him back? -Fuck him.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIREN WAILING)

-MICK: Is that our boy, you think? -CIARAN: Yeah.

Bring that fucker Fran in, will you?

All right, turn around.

Drop shorts off.

-Put your hands against the wall. -OFFICER: Hands on the wall.

We have you on the cameras in the vicinity of his house

on the night he went missing.

Do you want to account for your movements?

FRAN: I don't know.

Do like the old night driving, you know what I mean?

You want to tell us how well you knew the deceased?

I knew him all right, but mainly as me dentist.

Do you know what I mean?

I don't know who would've wanted him whacked.

He was a gentleman. Do you know what I mean?

He done this for free.

(FRAN SNIFFS)

Jeez, I hope you catch whoever done it anyways.

It's fucking not right.

He can get a decent burial.

Smart fuck, aren't you?

Come on.

Hope Nidge finds it this funny.

-And what the fuck is it now? -He wants to see you.

-I'm wrecked. I'll call him later. -No. Now.

I'll get the van out of the pound, I'll follow yous.

-No, you have to come with us now. -Get in the car.

Get your hands off me.

If he wanted you shot, do you think it'd be like this?

Why the fuck would he want me shot?

Fran, just do me a favour and get in the car, will you?

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

How are you, Trish? What are we doing with you?

-Full cut and colour? -No. I want a total change.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR STOPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

-NIDGE: All right? -Yeah.

-NIDGE: Shopping? -Yeah.

Mother of fuck. What happened to you?

-Do you like it? -NIDGE: Do I like it?

You look brand new, babe. Brand new.

I don't know what I was doing with them blonde extensions I had.

Looked like bleeding Herman Munster's ma.

-Yeah. I didn't want to say. -(CHUCKLES)

-Kids downstairs? -TRISH: Yeah.

-I stuck the telly on for them. -Yeah?

-Come here to me. -(GASPS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

-No. -No? Why not?

'Cause you can't treat me like shit for weeks,

then expect to hop up me whenever you want.

-Can you? -No.

Anyway, I've to wash Warren's hair with the special shampoo.

-He's got them nits again. -(CLICKS TONGUE)

What's this, the Magical fucking Mystery Tour?

All he has to do is ring me.

Instead of this bullshit, cops and robbers bullshit he's at.

Playing the fucking hard man.

Paranoid about the phones. What's wrong with him ringing me?

-He did ring you, didn't he? -One bleeding missed call and what?

We don't answer there and then, he sends you fucking Muppets to get me?

-He rang you a couple of times. -Number only came up the once.

He rang you off one of the work phones a couple of times. You didn't answer.

I didn't know it was him, did I?

That's why he rang you off his own phone 'cause you wouldn't pick up.

-This is bullshit. -Shut your bleeding mouth, will you, Fran?

Fuck you!

(FRAN GRUNTING)

All right, I'm fucking calm, all right?

Prick.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

All right, buddy. The super nits back?

I'll have to put this in your hair for 10 minutes, okay?

Dirty bleeding yokes.

Think I might be back later on, babe, all right?

Yeah, whatever suits.

Misha, hold this.

What's the story, Nidge?

Misha, I'm gonna talk to Fran now.

And if he lies, I want you to give him a belt of that. Yeah?

FRAN: What the fuck is this about?

The dentist.

What about him?

Oh, fuck!

So, every time he gets a dig and if he keeps...

If you keep going, Misha here will beat you till the bat breaks.

And then he's gonna ram it up your fucking hole.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You think I wouldn't find out about you getting arrested?

(EXHALES)

So, you're gonna tell me everything.

At the end of it all, I'm gonna decide if I have you batted to death or not.

I don't understand. Explain it to me.

Why did you go over to his gaff for?

You were told to leave well alone, weren't you?

(INHALES)

And you had to go and kill him.

-He was a rat. -NIDGE: Says you.

He was.

Wouldn't you ring me then if you thought he was a rat?

You were trying to get me caught, you prick.

I wasn't!

I panicked.

I had him dead there, but I wasn't even sure if he was a rat.

It was only afterwards I was thinking. You know what I mean?

And you didn't tell me?

I know it looks bad.

Well...

If that's all you've got for me, Fran... (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

...then I have no use of you.

(FRAN BREATHING SHAKILY)

If there was any chance you could give me a pass on this, Nidge?

You give me the pass this once, I swear.

On Linda's grave, I swear.

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

And?

And I'll pay you for a pass.

-Yeah, you fucking will. -(FRAN SIGHING IN RELIEF)

You sure you can trust him, Nidge?

I don't trust anybody.

Fran's a bleeding nutjob.

I know. That's what I need though, isn't it?

What's this place we're looking at tonight?

The Pappin. Owner can't handle the hassle.

Drained the place dry. His nerves are gone on him.

If we get the security right, it's good money.

What are you doing the week after next?

-Need you to come to Spain with me. -What's over there?

Going over to see Terence Bigballs.

-Yeah? -Yep.

See if he'll give me a loan.

-(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING) -TERENCE: See that man.

If he gets any messier, fuck him out.

You're a fucking busted flush, Nidge.

You know what I mean? The amount of ones that want to whack you.

You're the leaky ship there.

Old Bill scum all over your last job. Garda rats.

No, I'm rooting it out, Terence. I'm keeping it tight now.

TERENCE: Yeah.

You might get your gear in, Nidgy, but someone's going to whack you soon.

You know that.

LAWYER: Judge, given the defendant

has suffered two close bereavements in recent years,

I would ask the court to show a degree of leniency.

JUDGE: Bail is set at euro 500.

The case is adjourned until the 25th, Mr Duignan.

And I expect a full medical report by then.

Thank you, Judge.

JUDGE: Okay, let's move on.

(GUN FIRING)

(YELLING AND LAUGHING)

Get him. Go on, get him!

(MEN SHOUTING ON SCREEN)

Is that not over 18?

Don't know. Is it, buddy? Think it might be over 12s.

Are you still itchy, Warren?

Leave it out, Ma. I'm playing.

He's winning here, Trish. It's near over now.

I'm seeing if that shampoo has worked.

(GUN FIRING)

-Yes! -Ah!

You're a champ. Do you hear me, pal?

You're a fucking champ. (KISSES)

Come on, another one.

Go.

Brian, coming in around the back, yeah.

The lights are all on inside. Let's go.

This place used to be selling 100 barrels a week before.

How are you, Nidge?

-You reckon you can bring it back up? -Oh, yeah.

Once we get the security sorted, it's no problem.

People don't like to be going to a place that has a rough reputation.

You guarantee no hassle, and they'll all be back.

This is Pat. Nidge.

-How's it going, Nidge? -NIDGE: How are you?

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

BRIAN: Just talking about security.

We're gonna have doormen on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

Once they know you're the man around here,

all the scumbags will fuck off back into town.

Pat used to run the Countess Markievicz in Summerhill.

He'd take no bullshit out of any of them.

And his name's on the lease, yeah?

The nightclub here. You can use it for functions.

We can use it ourselves.

PATRICK: Now, this bastard is the most paranoid man I know,

but Martin managed to get a tracker on him.

MAN: Why don't you put a pipe bomb underneath the car

and blow the fucker to bits?

He's more dangerous to us if he gets his legs blown off.

If we hit him, or don't get him or half get him, it's no use to us.

We want to back him into a corner. Leave him with no way out.

Well, with the tracker on him, we know where he's weak.

He's on the move.

Don't fucking wander off.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

(JANET PANTING)

Can you fucking slow down for a second?

What's wrong with you?

Can you not talk to him for me?

-Who? -Aaron.

For fuck's sake, Janet, can we not talk about it after?

I'm losing me rhythm here.

I'll talk to him, all right?

Thanks, Nidge.

'Cause he's got brains, you know.

Don't want to see him hanging out with scumbags.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Don't know where he does be half the time.

Fuck's sake, you're distracting me here, Janet.

I'll talk to him, all right?

Thanks.

(GUN COCKING)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Shit. Get off me.

AARON: Ma?

Fuck this shit.

Sorry.

Sorry, love. Didn't realise I had the chain on.

All right, pal?

Listen, I have to motor on, Janet.

Let me know when you want me to have that chat with himself there, yeah?

Misha!

(GRUNTING)

(NIDGE SHOUTS)

(GROANS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

MAN: Come on. Come on.

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Under that car there, look.

He's around here somewhere.

Get down. Get down.

Look around there.

Look under there.

Look every-fucking-where, lads. Get under there.

Hurry up. Move out, I hear the guards.

-MAN: Come on. We need to go. -(SIREN WAILING)

Come on, quick. Come on, boys. Quick.

Fucking hell!

(CAR STARTING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

TERENCE: You still have a good chunk of change. Buy with what you have.

Don't get greedy. You have money.

NIDGE: Not big money, I don't.

I start at the bottom rung, and I'm two years getting back.

You back me, and I'm back up and running in two months.

Otherwise, what do I do? Go ask the bleeding bank for a loan?

The nephew's coming in now.

I want him to go back with you.

Yeah, I'll give him a job. No problem. That's done, sorted.

The nephew won't be working for you, Nidge.

-He's working for me. -Right.

I'll loan you the money, and Pauley will be my eyes and ears.

Cheers, Terence. Cheers, mate.

Pauley, come over here.

-This is Nidge. -All right, Nidge. How are you?

All right. Cool, man.

What I'm mainly worried about with you, Nidge, is this.

That you won't be around long enough to pay me back.

-Do you understand? -Yeah.

So, Pauley will be on the ground with you, watching your back.

And Pauley will be there for whatever problems you might have.

Whether it's fellas wanting to whack you or fuckin' Garda rats.

(CHUCKLES)

There's no rats.

There's always rats, Nidge.

There's always rats.

NURSE: Siobhan.

Thanks.

Up ahead, babe. You're okay to follow on your own, yeah?

Yeah. No, I'll get a taxi.

I invited Siobhan out tonight.

-Yeah? -TRISH: Yeah.

Might do her good to come out. Someone to talk to. Let her hair down.

NIDGE: See you later.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHATTERING)

All right?

-All right, pal? -How are you, Ado?

NADINE: This is where it's at?

-Bossman in? -Yeah, he's upstairs.

-NIDGE: All right, man? -All right.

Here. Leave that there if you want. No one will be up here till later on.

-Won't get robbed, no? -Not here, it won't.

Told them all to come in tonight so you'll meet most of them. Okay?

-Any decent moths? -Nah. Only ones you gotta pay for.

-They're the best ones. -(LAUGHS)

(CHATTERING)

DEAN: There you are, Frano.

Bit of a Chinese coming in for everybody for later.

What is this, like the opening or something?

I don't know, do I, Dean?

Nidge kissing Terence May's fuckin' nephew's arse.

-DEAN: Is that him? -Yeah.

Pat, this is Pauley.

-PAT: Pauley, how's it goin'? -What's the story, pal?

Ado?

This is Pauley.

Hello.

Fuckin' women. She only went to the jacks before we came out

and she has to go again. Fuck's sake!

I'm so happy to be getting out tonight, Trish.

You need it, don't you? You forget.

You do. Well, I do.

-Do I look all right? -You look beautiful, hon.

I'm sick of being a good girl, Trish. You know that?

(LAUGHS)

Here, give me some of that vodka.

(LAUGHING)

Thanks.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Here's my missus now.

-Where the fuck were yous? -Havin' a chat.

This is the old ball and chain, Trish.

-This is Pauley. -PAULEY: How you doin'?

TRISH: I'm going for a bop. Get me a vodka.

Right.

-TRISH: Come on, Siobhan. -How are you?

NIDGE: And this is my niece, Siobhan.

So, what's the story?

No story. Feel like getting wasted.

Yeah? I like the sound of that.

How's... How's Tommy doing, darling?

I'm wasted. Gonna get wasted some more.

Come on. I'll introduce you to Fran.

-Who done the dentist? -Yeah.

He's all right. I put him back in his box.

Frano, this is Pauley.

Pauley, this is Fran and this is Dean.

How are you, Dean?

Terence May's nephew. He's over from Spain.

-(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) -(INAUDIBLE)

SIOBHAN: A pint of water.

PAULEY: I'll get the pints in, lads.

Hey, Nidge's niece.

Siobhan.

Do you want to do a shot, Siobhan? Yeah?

Here. Give us, er, four shots of that blue stuff

and three pints of lager. Yeah?

-He's all right, Fran, isn't he? -He knows what he wants anyways.

Heya.

Gas to see the Nidgy fannying around him, showin' him a bit of leg.

"We've a bone to pick with you, Nidgy."

Gonna take a piss.

All right. Give me a minute.

I'll be back.

-What bone? -What?

"A bone to pick with you, Nidgy."

Jesus, Siobhan. Don't say that.

Forget you heard it.

Shh!

I won't say anything.

CIARAN: Here she is now, gaffer.

-Hey. -Get in the car, Siobhan, will you?

-Are you gonna give out to me? -Just get in the fuckin' car, will you?

Can I smoke in the car?

-Can I? -Go on.

Oh, shit. I don't have any? Do you have any?

No. I gave 'em up.

This is dangerous, Siobhan. You know that.

-Dangerous and stupid. -I knew you were gonna give out to me.

If you're spotted meeting me like this, you're dead.

We meet, we meet in a safe place. Not a last minute phone call like this.

And you're pissed out of your brain.

Well, you can stop the car, and I'll get out

if you don't want to hear what I have to say.

I want you to be safe, that's all.

I don't want to meet like this again.

(SIGHS)

Unless it's in an emergency.

Okay. I'm sorry.

You wanted to tell me something, Siobhan.

Yeah.

They're all in there.

Okay.

Well, would you not take photos of them all leaving?

That's what I would do.

(SIGHS)

Okay, is that it, Siobhan? Is that all you have for me?

No. There's a new guy, Pauley.

Do you know his surname?

No, I can't remember, but he's...

He's somebody's nephew.

Somebody big, in Spain.

-In Spain? -(SWALLOWS) Yeah.

He's after coming back with Nidge. (INHALES)

I think he's staying around for a bit. Well, that's what I heard.

That's all I know.

I better be getting back.

Let's go back, Ciaran.

Thanks. We'll look into this.

How are you? All right?

Yeah, I'm just a bit pissed.

Be careful, will you?

Why? Are you worried about me?

I was seein' where you got to.

I'm gonna go home.

Leighton's me little lad. You have to be gone before he wakes up.

If you get clipped, then I'm out of pocket.

Who's gonna pay me back?

It doesn't matter to me, if you pay me upfront,

that some fuckers want to whack you.

That's not my business.

But if I loan you it, then it is my business.

Well, with Pauley over with me. Whatever he says goes.

Everybody knows the knackers are mad bastards.

You can say what you like about 'em keeping the head down when they have to.

It's bollocks, Pauley. They're fuckin' savages.

Fuckin' bastards.

NIDGE: I know, yeah. That's what we're talking about.

(KISSES)

I'll leave yous alone.

(DOORS CLOSES)

You must've pissed them off first, did you?

You don't have to tell me about it. I don't give a fuck.

Listen, I'm going to talk to this fella Patrick

and you're gonna tell him straight up.

You and him need to sit down and sort this out.

What did you do to him?

I tried to whack him.

-You pay him compo then. -Fuck that.

Listen, Nidge.

Once you pay back Terence, he doesn't give a bollocks what you do.

You can massacre the whole lot of them. But not now.

Terence has you bought and paid for, and this is what Terence wants.

(DOGS BARKING)

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

Not one of them fools out there will go against you.

I know, Kitty. I'm sick of listening to you about this.

You could've asked me what I thought, but you didn't.

-'Cause I knew what you'd say. -You knew what I'd say is right.

I'm done talking about this.

You're after bringing a whole heap of trouble onto the site.

-Why'd you come back at all? -You know why.

I couldn't leave him alone.

I'd sooner see myself join him than leave him in the ground on his own,

and us across the water.

You have a boy above ground

and two little girls that you'll need to look after.

This fella wants to talk, see if we can sort it.

I'm going to meet him and see what happens.

-WARREN: My head is cold. -Of course, it's cold.

You need a hat, that's all.

I think it looks great. You look like me now.

Them super nits won't be coming back any time soon.

Here. That'll keep you warm.

You go on in, all right? Good man.

-All right? -I've got your new bodyguard for you.

You said your Latvian guy is going to lose the leg.

Don't know if he is or not.

Well, he's not going to be walking around any time soon, is he?

Come on. Follow me, and we'll meet him.

I was in The Joy with him a few years ago.

He's sound. Fuckin' head screwed on. Very fast reflexes.

It's from yoga, believe it or not.

-Here, Beano! -BEANO: One second.

(LAUGHING)

What's the story, pal? All right?

-How's you? -Yeah, good, good.

I was telling this chap about the yoga.

Fuckin' good. Hard.

Show him what you can do.

-Now? -Yeah. Go on.

Now, I bet you can't do that.

-He can handle himself, can he? -Beano.

Oh, yeah. Used to be in the army.

Got fucked out. But he's light.

That's what you want.

Not some fuckin' big muscle man who can't move.

Yeah. If they try and kill me again,

he can bleedin' stand on his head for them.

(MOBILE RINGING)

PAULEY: Yeah.

I'll see you there.

That's on.

It's better if the lads wait outside.

He wants to sort this.

Right. Wait here.

MAN: Here's your man there now.

PATRICK: I want to knock this on the head.

The only reason why I hit you and yours is because you came after me first.

I was paranoid.

Didn't know you wouldn't say anything to Fran about, you know.

I told you. I keep meself to meself. That's why people trust me.

I never tell anybody nothing.

Paranoid.

Can I have money to get a packet of crips, Daddy?

I told you go and ask your mother.

She said to ask you.

(SIGHS)

(COINS RATTLING)

Go on now. Don't be annoying me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That the little fella was with you before?

-PATRICK: Brandon. -He has the nits, does he?

-He has what? -The nits. You know, the head lice.

Best way to get rid of them, shave the head. (CHUCKLES)

Go into the barber, get a number one.

Are you asking me does my young fella have head lice?

What?

-No. (CHUCKLES) -He's clean and looked after.

He's no dirty head lice or nothing like it.

I was only asking 'cause my little fella has them.

I'll rip your fuckin' head off here and now.

-No matter your man over there. -I'm sorry. I'm not saying that.

-Deaf then, am I? -I'm not saying that.

I didn't mean that, Patrick. You don't understand.

Oh, I'm deaf and stupid now? Thick am I?

I apologise.

I was saying my fella has them yokes.

That's all. My little fella, not yours.

And I brought him to get his head shaved. Okay?

Look, Patrick, this is good for no one.

-That's 10 grand. -And what's that for?

Now, I don't have to do this.

Because, to be honest with you, Patrick, your lads done this to me,

and one of my lads is going to lose a leg so I don't have to do this.

But that's for you.

Pauley said put me money where me mouth is.

Cash up front. Pay the price.

I don't want your money.

Take it, Patrick.

No.

I want to square this.

I don't want your money.

Take it back with you and use it to buy yourself a headstone.

Fuck up on me, Nidge, and I'll slaughter you and yours.

I know.

Thanks, Terence. I appreciate this.

I don't know why I'm betting on you, Nidge.

It's simple fuckin' mathematics.

If you were a bleedin' nag,

I wouldn't put money on you lasting the bleedin' race.

'Cause you're for the fuckin' knackers yard.

I'm not done yet, Terence.

I swear. I'm not done yet.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

MAN: I'll not need a bally as well?

LIZZIE: I don't have one for you.

I have one around in the gaff.

Will I have time to get it?

Okay. Make it fast.

(DOOR OPENS)

All right, Beano.

Think you can drive me somewhere without standing on your head?

(LAUGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

There he is there.

-Is the bitch dead? -Yeah.

-Where to now, boss? -Pub.

Couple of pints there, Pat.

-Squeeze in there, Fran? -Oh, yeah.

-No problem, Nidgy. No problem. -Ow!

(JOYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

It's a great day to be alive, Frano. You know what I mean?

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