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ADO: If we use one of their own.

We know a few of them. Junkies.

They wouldn't expect it from one of their own, would they?

I'm not using a junkie.

There's one or two that's off the gear could do it.

-What about Fran? -Yeah, I'm on it.

(CLOSING CASHBOX)

(SINGING)

Did you ask Pottsie yet?

You didn't, did you?

-Ado? -I did.

Well, is he gonna do it then?

Did you ask?

I want that fucker whacked.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN LAUGHING AND CHATTING)

That's the only way the women smoke weed in America.

Get fellows to blow it up their arses now so as they don't get lung cancer.

-(LAUGHING) -That's not true. You're a dirty pig.

It is fucking true. Beano will tell you.

You're literally blowing smoke up a young one's arse.

(ALL LAUGHING)

God's honest truth.

WOMAN: Fuck off.

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

(DOOR OPENING)

-Hiya. -Hello.

The other nurse said he opened his eyes.

That's good?

The doctors say it's good, isn't it?

Have you seen him open his eyes?

No.

(MOBILE CHIMING)

(MOBILE RINGING)

All right, darling, you not coming in?

(SIGHING) No. I don't know. I'm wrecked.

PAULEY: You're wrecked?

I have something for that for you. Have you dancing till the morning.

So you have your friend minding Leighton, don't you?

Where are you now?

I'm in the hospital.

Well, I'll come pick you up. I'll be straight over.

(SIGHING) No, I'm wrecked.

So what else are you gonna be doing on a Friday? Come on, I'll pick you up.

-All right. -That's the girl.

I'll be over now.

All right, Ado, what's the story?

Nothing.

Making phone calls in your jammer, Ado?

You must be either selling drugs or organising to whack someone.

-Fuck it. -PAULEY: What?

The bleeding bossman's looking to get a job done

-on Fran in The Joy. -(PAULEY SCOFFS)

Is he making you get yourself banged up to go in and do it?

No, he wants me brother to do it.

Poor fucker only wants to get his head down and do his time.

Fuck sake.

What can I do? Nidge wants something done, he wants it done.

Well, you can always tell him to go fuck himself.

Yeah.

Here. This will blow your mind.

-Yeah? -PAULEY: Yeah.

Relax you as well.

Just what I need. I'll worry about it in the morning.

Beano, send Elmo up to me, will you? Good man.

(SLAMS MOBILE)

Fucking babysitters.

If I had no kids, that's what I'd be doing.

It's a bleeding racket.

(NADINE SIGHING)

Like, I'm only relaxed now and I have to get home.

-Aren't the kids all in bed? -That's what I'm saying to her.

Getting paid to watch a bleeding video, that's all she has to do.

-She wants to go out herself. -Fuck her.

You wouldn't touch it if you saw this one. She's the size of a baby elephant.

(HUFFS) I don't like fat birds.

Ah, here he is now.

We have to head off soon.

What? Fuck that. I'm wasted.

-Want a drink? -No.

Yeah, go on.

One more.

-Scotty? -Yeah. Cheers, Ado.

NIDGE: Gerry's fucking sound.

-And that's who you are, Elmo. -(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

-Gerry, me da? -Yeah.

Every time some prick was whispering in my ear,

there was Gerry, "Eric's sound. Eric's me son.

"No son of mine's a rat."

-It's true. -I know.

I know I can trust you. You're not a rat.

I'm not.

I want you to go hands-on, Elmo.

You'll be me eyes and ears.

Works out, there's serious wedge in it for you.

-Are you up for it? -Fucking sure I am.

Hands-on. You'll be taking a risk.

Shit's coming in through Pauley's guy

and your man Niall picks up and brings it to his garage.

Pauley will let you know it's coming in,

and you store the gear wherever the fuck you want.

-I'll let you know who gets what. -I can sort that, Nidge.

Hands-on.

Cheers, pal.

Is that vodka?

No. Water.

I've work on in the morning.

-Are you driving? -SCOTTY: Tomorrow?

Yeah, I've got a job on.

NADINE: No, I mean tonight?

You might give me a lift home later.

Yeah. Sure.

-Thanks. -Cheers, mate.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

NIDGE: She's a fucking slut.

Poor Tommy up in hospital.

Suppose that was you, and you woke up,

and every fucker knows your moth was getting rid.

Bleeding rubbing me nose in it now.

What about Pauley?

Still want me talking to him on this thing?

Yeah.

He's a prick, but remember who his uncle is. We need him.

(INAUDIBLE)

-I'm gonna head, Nidge. -All right.

-Don't let me down tomorrow. -I won't, pal.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

SIOBHAN: Smile.

(CROWD SHOUTING AND WHISTLING)

Look at Ado. Mad out of it.

He's buzzing.

Are you going to give me that lift?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(BOTH PANTING)

(WOMAN YELLING)

(DOOR BANGING CONTINUES)

Fuck off.

WOMAN: Come on!

Hurry up!

MAN: What the hell? WOMAN: Get a room, for fuck sake.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Which one of you was banging the door, huh?

-Don't yell. Who is it? -(WOMEN YELPING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ECHOING) You should get yourself home, Siobhan.

You're a fucking disgrace.

Fuck you, you pig.

-I wanna go home. -PAULEY: No.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Come on. Come on.

-Are you not buzzing? -SIOBHAN: Yeah.

(PANTING)

My tongue feels heavy.

It feels like it's all swelled up.

It's the same.

SIOBHAN: No.

Here, you need another one.

(LAUGHING)

What?

Blow back.

-What's funny? -(LAUGHING)

Nothing.

Oh, fuck it. I'm buzzing.

(SIOBHAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LAUGHING)

(PANTING)

Here.

We'll go?

Huh?

(RAIN FALLING)

I have to go home to Leighton.

(TV PLAYING)

Donna?

Donna?

Where the fuck is she?

-What time is it? -SIOBHAN: Where's Leighton?

Relax, he's here.

What's the television on for?

Fuck you, Siobhan. I'm doing you a favour.

You're still bleeding out of it.

I was gonna bring him home with me, but I tried ringing you.

So where were you, Siobhan?

Taking the fucking piss now, you know what I mean?

-Fuck off, the lot of yous. -(DOOR CLOSING)

(DOGS BARKING)

Here you go. Here.

Behave.

Eat that.

Fucking Siobhan last night.

-Messy. You know what I mean? -What was she doing?

Riding this new fellow in the jacks. Fuckin' everyone could hear her.

Was she?

-She say anything to you about anything? -No.

Trish, I know.

It's not the first time I've seen you wearing one.

-Are you gonna have to move out? -NIDGE: I don't want to.

I don't want to.

(SIGHING)

It's no life, you know.

Kipping the back of here and there,

the fucking fold-down army bed I have in Mountjoy Square.

The bang of it.

Might take this off and let Beano wait.

(SIGHING HEAVILY)

Be safe.

There's two hits on me that I know of.

But I'm on top of it, okay?

Okay.

You need anything, call me.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(MOBILE CHIMING)

(TALKING GIBBERISH)

(CHUCKLING) Hey, little buddy. Mammy awake there, is she?

SIOBHAN: Mmm.

Do you have anything for a headache?

Sink.

PAULEY: What's the address here? SIOBHAN: Hmm?

The address? What's the address here?

-What? -PAULEY: I need Elmo to drop over.

ELMO: Garden gnomes? PAULEY: Yeah.

There's 25 of them out of the 100 other ones.

But bring them all with you.

So if you're caught, which you won't be,

you can say you didn't know there was gear in them.

Jenny Duggins and William Grey...

MAN: (ON TV) Okay, Jenny...

So hold on until you're somewhere secure until you smash them up.

-Smash them all up, do I? -No.

No, they're colour-coded.

The ones with the blue hats on them is our ones.

The red hats are normal ones. Nothing in them.

Then there's different markings on them.

The brown eyes is your brown.

And the blue eyes is the yokes. Yeah?

WOMAN: (ON TV) Is there any particular way you want this?

MAN: (ON TV) No, just however you feel.

-The red ones have nothing in them? -No.

Blue hat, brown eyes, gear. Blue hat, blue eyes, yokes. Yeah?

Now fuck off. I'm bollixed.

What about the other garden gnomes?

-What the fuck are you talking about? -The ones with the red hats.

Can I sell them if you're not using them?

Yeah. Yeah, sell them if you want.

Cheers, Pauley.

See you, Siobhan.

Fucking clown.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Is the director Robert Clavin?

And just like the start...

Look. That jammer, two cars back.

Filth.

Just drive around there.

Do their bleeding heads in.

Yeah, story.

Garda up my arse here. You seen anything?

No.

Watch out for them, all right. Any sign at all, you leave it.

-ELMO: Yeah. -Yeah.

Fucking pigs.

Brandon, no papers for two of these pallets over here.

Yeah, they're being picked up today.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(NIALL WHISTLING)

Here, you wouldn't lash them in there with the truck, would you?

No problem. Load them over there, would you?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Go on. Do it, man.

ALL: Yeah!

AARON: That's it.

Boys, he's coming out.

-Lads, come on. -Get that back inside.

-BOY 1: Go away. -What are you looking at?

What? We're not even doing anything.

-Do it. -Do it.

(ALL CHEERING)

BOY: Go hide.

Some fucking job yous have, huh?

At least I'll make it to see the grandkids grow up. You'll not last a year.

Yeah. With yous as my personal bodyguards, I've a sporting chance, don't I?

See you, you pricks!

(DOOR OPENING)

How are you, hon?

-Quiet here, is it? -JANET: Not much action today.

If you get a chance, do you think you can have a chat with Aaron for me?

Still acting the bollocks, is he?

Yeah, remind me again.

Here, give us your phone, will you?

It's better to keep changing it, you know.

I'll give it back to you.

-I can't see any more. -No, that's it.

So what'll I do with these?

-I'm gonna come back for them. -All right.

FRAN: Fucking waste of money.

The mouth.

"Enhance Prisoner Fran," he says.

You can be an enhanced prisoner and get it down to three or four.

Otherwise, five.

Fuck that. Five.

A fellow's in here for manslaughter, getting out after six.

Another lad raped an old woman with a broken bottle,

and he's getting out after two.

-How are you doing? -Fucking shit.

You looking after me dogs?

-They all right? -Yeah. They're grand.

I need you to get that thing sorted.

-You know that thing. -I'm on it.

Whatever it takes to fucking guarantee it.

I have money buried... Hid.

You can get.

Whatever it takes.

Yeah.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Yeah?

This number come up for you?

Yeah.

Call me back on a work phone.

Give us your phone, will ya?

-Got credit on it? -I'm after putting euro 20 on it.

(MOBILE RINGING)

What's the story with the Dean fella?

ADO: Yeah, we're on it. Following him now.

I want to know what he's at, who he meets, what's the fucking game, all right?

Yeah, all right.

Talking to Pottsie?

I was talking to him on the text last night and again this morning.

-Is he doing it? -He is, yeah.

-When's he gonna do it? -First chance he gets.

Right.

GUARD: Lads!

Go on into the building there. See if you can see who he's talking to.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(INAUDIBLE)

ADO: Did you see who he was talking to? BOY: Yeah.

ADO: Who? BOY: Cliggy Walsh.

ADO: Cliggy Walsh. The hitman?

-You're sure? -Yeah.

(SIGHING)

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Yeah.

That thing you said about your man looking for the contractor.

-Yeah? -ADO: You're right, he is.

Fucking prick.

Pottsie would want to hurry it up with the other fellow.

All right, keep him where you can see him.

(SIGHING)

Here, I have to get going. The kids are coming in from school.

-What, now? We haven't got fucking time. -I'll get the bus.

Go on, leave the keys in it.

(GRUNTING)

PRISONER: Ahhh!

(GRUNTING)

POTTSIE: My fucking eye! (SCREAMING)

You fucking dirtbird.

(SHOUTING AND CRYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

-(GASPS) -MICK: Sore?

You should see the other fellow.

(POTTSIE GROANING)

My eye.

TERRY: I'm not questioning you, Cig.

That's exactly what you're doing, Terry.

You think it's a waste of time unless we've got full surveillance on him?

-I'm not saying that. -What then?

It's like he's getting away with it. You know what I mean?

Why are we following him if we don't know dick?

Put the fucking resources where they can impact.

-Like where? -I don't know.

-MICK: Terry? -Yes, Cig.

Got a sec?

Sit down there.

I want Nidge to think it's business as usual.

-But he's not going hands-on. -I fucking know that.

This is a long-term operation. You don't know every part of it.

You understand, Terry?

Sorry, Cig.

So think, sometimes, before opening your fucking mouth over there.

(R & B PLAYING)

-He's in the back, is he, Janet? -He is, hon.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-How'd it go? -It's all right, man.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Where is it now?

-Want a beer, hon? -Cheers, Janet.

I'll have one too.

Where?

I have it up at this city horse farm that I go to.

Under a pile of horse shit.

Is there many up there?

No. A few I know, but it's quiet.

Any strangers up there and they'll be spotted.

We might bring the Dean fellow up there.

(DOOR OPENING)

Thanks.

Will you be finished with me phone any time soon?

Yeah, go on, Janet. Thanks.

See up around the corner there? There's a pizza delivery place.

Beside the garage. You know the one?

-I know it, yeah. -Yeah?

Run round there and get a pizza, will you?

What sort of pizza?

Ham and pineapple.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Gonna hit the road, all right?

What's the story?

What do you mean?

No story.

Talk to you tomorrow.

(SIOBHAN PANTING ON RECORDING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

-Are you coming in? -Feel like a dope.

Come in.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, Donna. I was completely out of order.

You fucking were, Siobhan. I'm only trying to help you.

My head's fucked up because of Tommy and all that shit.

I don't know.

Do you know what I mean?

It's all right, chicken. Come here to me.

ADO: Is that you?

Don't want any?

-Are you all right? -Yeah.

(TV PLAYING)

Thanks, hon.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

DEAN: Yeah? BOY: Pizza.

DEAN: I didn't order any pizza.

-(DEAN GROANING) -(ELMO GRUNTING)

I'll drive ahead. You know where it is, yeah?

-Yeah, yeah. -Fuck off now, will you?

Here she is now.

How's it going?

It's kind of fucked up.

Do you want one?

No, I gave them up.

I got your text with the photographs.

-Do you know all of them? -Most of them.

If there's any you don't know, ask me.

So how's it going with Pauley?

That's what's fucked up.

It's kind of fun. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Are you in love with him?

(SCOFFS)

-What? -That.

-What? -That. "In love."

Sounds stupid.

"In love."

You're involved with him romantically, Siobhan,

so maybe you might think if you feel close to him,

that you could share any of this with him, and that would be a serious mistake.

I'm not stupid.

'Cause he'd have you killed in a second, Siobhan.

He wouldn't even think about it.

I know.

If it's any use to you, Elmo was over meeting him today.

Elmo?

Yeah.

(NADINE PANTING)

Oh, fuck it.

I can't relax.

SCOTTY: You want to leave it?

No. Let me just check on the kids.

(PHONE RINGING)

What the fuck now?

Jeez.

Hello.

Just a second. Hello. -MAN: Hello, this is Mountjoy Jail.

Yeah?

-Can I speak to Ado please? -Ado?

-Yes. -No, he's not here.

Will he be back soon?

NADINE: No one ever rings him on this number.

MAN: I have a bit of news for him.

Did you try his mobile?

It's about his brother. He's in the infirmary here in Mountjoy.

He's lost an eye in an altercation.

What?

-(DOGS BARKING) -(HORSE WHINNYING)

ADO: I feel sorry for the poor fuck.

He was only doing what he was told.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Nadine.

Ado.

-Did the prison not get through to you? -ADO: What the fuck? What is it, Nadine?

(GRUNTING)

ELMO: Ado. ADO: Get the fuck off me.

NIDGE: Ado, get off him. Get off.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

This prick, Fran, is dangerous, Ado.

That's why he needs to be got. For Pottsie's sake, understand?

-(ADO PANTING) -Look, I'll pay him for the eye.

Okay, Ado? I'll pay him for the eye.

-Fucking Fran. -Are you gonna shoot this Dean fuck?

-I wanna talk to him first. -I'll do him now if you want me to.

No, we need to use him to get to Fran, Ado.

Understand? We need to do that for Pottsie. Don't we? Yeah?

Look, you go on home, okay?

If I went up now, would they let me in, do you think?

I don't know, Ado. Leave it till the morning.

Have a shave, go in first thing.

Fuckin' foreign security they have on in the middle of the night there, you know?

All right?

Good man. Go on.

(GASPS) Jesus, you gave me a fright.

Are you all right?

You're shaking.

Yeah, I thought you were a...

-I don't know. I thought you were a... -I let your friend go.

-Was that all right? -Donna? Yeah.

It was a bit weird, you know what I mean? The two of us, sitting there.

Then I came into the bedroom and I said, "You might as well head on."

Sure the little fellow knows me at this stage, doesn't he?

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

Huh?

No.

I gave you a bit of a fright, did I?

I went down to see Tommy in the hospital.

They let you in at this hour, do they?

Yeah. He's a special case. They know me in there now.

I don't have to stay if you don't want me to.

I can head off.

SIOBHAN: Hmm.

I don't want to be in the way. Do you know what I mean?

Would you mind if I was on my own tonight?

No.

Whatever you want.

I just wanna sleep in the bed with Leighton.

Yeah.

(DEAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MUFFLED)

That prick, Fran, put out Ado's brother's eye today. You know that?

Prick has you going round looking to get a contract out on me.

(GROANING)

There's a silage pit out the back of here full of horses' piss and shite.

We're gonna fuck you into it now.

Come on, grab him there.

(DOG BARKING)

(HORSE SNORTING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

You have one chance to get out of this. I don't give a bollocks either way.

So do you have anything for me?

A way I can get to Fran.

(SWALLOWING)

-Yeah. -What's that?

-Yes. -Yeah, you have something for me?

Noely Hughes.

-He's inside. -Noely Hughes. Don't know him. Who is he?

Noely, that knocked out Fran's teeth.

He knocked his teeth out. So fucking what?

After Noely done that,

Fran... Fran...

Dug up Noely's ma.

And he pissed on the grave.

(CHUCKLING)

He what?

He dug up his ma's grave and he pissed on it?

Does Noely know he done that?

Right. Get him up.

(WHISPERING PRAYERS)

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