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-Where's my brother?

Where?

Come on!

Fucking bin bag.
Fucking serious boy.

Do you have any idea
what you've thrown away, boy?

You're never gonna get
a foster home like that again.

It's been a long time since
you've been up the north side, boy.

Come on.

-Yeah, I know, but, like,

you could come see us,
too, you know?

Alright, okay.
Yeah. Bye.

Hi.
-Alright?

-Yeah.
-How was work?

-Yeah, shit.

Hi. Hi.
-Sit down there.

I made your favourite --
the Shane special.

I'm not hungry.

You alright, Christy?

-Yeah, I'm grand.

-Did you put out the bed
for him, Shane?

-Yeah.

You gonna eat your Bolognese?

-Why is she still up?
-She's in our room tonight.

We can just put her
down with us.

-She's overtired.
She's just staring at the phone.

-I'll put her to bed so.
-Stop, will you?

You know she won't settle
with you.

-She'll be grand.
Just sit down.

The food's done anyway.

-Shh. You eat.
I'll put her down.

Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.

-It's only a few weeks.

Stace.

He'll be 18 then.

-And what happens
him then, Shane?

-Mm.

-Yeah, I went down there.
There was no one there.

He's painted
like a tiger, Mam!

He looks like a fucking dope.

The party is
actually on next Saturday.

You've got it wrong.

You're after making me trek
all the ways down to Leisureplex

the fucking party isn't even on.

-Come on, boy!
Bonfire Night's in two weeks,

and we've collected
fuck all.

Get up off your arse,
you lazy prick!

-Can you shut your mouth?

-Who's gonna shut it for me?
You?

-Yeah, I will. Yeah.

-Leona, get off the phone
and help us!

-Go away, you mog.

-Jordan broke up with ya,

so I don't know who
you're talking to!

Here. Give us a hand there,
will you?

-You robbing shit?

-No, we're collecting
for the Bonna Night, you clown.

-Just lift that pallet out
for us.

-I nearly have it out.
Come on.

-Here, can I have the end of your fag?

-Come on.
What I tell you about smoking?

You have to give that shit up,
man.

-Lads, would you leave him
alone?

-See you later.

-You're Shane's brother,
aren't you?

-I am, yeah.

-Yeah, I heard you were staying
with him. I'm the one that minds Charli.

Are you on Facebook?

-Yeah.
-Add me there sure.

Leona Hegarty.

-Ah, look at Leona trying to
crack onto him already.

You weirdo!

-Would you go away
with your pallet, ye babies?

-Good luck getting a ride,
Leona.

-You shut up.
That's my sister!

- Ignore them.
They're actually gomies.

The only reason I wanted to say to you
is cos I do raffles and stuff like that.

And we have a rake of drink
going this week.

We have two slabs
of Coors Light,

a slab of Budweiser, slab
of Carlsberg, bottle of Bacardi,

bottle of Malibu,

bottle of Gordon's Pink Gin,
bottle of Jager,

and a slab of Bulmers.
It's only a fiver.

-I actually don't have cash
on me.

-Well, the numbers aren't out
until Tuesday,

so you can give me
the cash before then.

I've numbers 14, 31, 44
and 47 free.

Which one do you want?

-Well, give us number 47.

-47 for...
What's your name again?

-Christy.
-Shane's brother, Christy.

Nice one.
Alright, I gotta head there.

Welcome back, anyway.
Tell Stacey I said hi.

-I will.
-Robot!

I'm going in there.
Do not get caught.

I'll fucking break your neck.

-You would in your fuck.

-Gerard boy, what's happening?
-Shane, great to see you.

-You flat out at the moment?

-Jesus, you have no idea, boy.
44 cases I have.

And they keep trying
to give me more, too.

-Stop, boy.

-Come here.

Look at you, huh?

This place is smashing.

A real home, Shane.

The foster parents, they're not
gonna press charges.

-Thank fuck for that.

Look, Gerard,
he can't live with us.

Okay? This has
to be temporary.

Stacey has enough
on her plate as is with Charli.

Fucking bate, boy.

-Hi, Christy.

-How are we?
-How are you, boy?

-Grand.

-I was Shane's aftercare worker
as well.

I told you that, didn't I?

-Yeah, you did.

-Now, Christy, we need to sort
you out with a plan,

and we need to sort it today.

I've been looking at some of the temporary
accommodation that we have.

-Like a residential centre?

No, no way, boy.

Nah, Gerard,
he's not going into one of them.

He'll drown in there.

-It's completely different
these days. Trust me.

-Nah, he should be in
with a family, boy.

He's always been in
with a family.

That's what's best.
-Okay.

I'll look at families. Alright?

But it's not that simple.

Christy is going to be 18
in a few weeks.

There aren't many families that
will take someone of his age.

Now, we haven't even
talked about the main thing.

You can't use any
of our services

unless you're going on
to do a course or a trade.

-Working with me today, kid.

Come on.
Get up!

-I love this colour boy.

It's real therapeutic, isn't it?

Eggshell blue, boy.
Stuff of dreams, this.

I might even fucking paint
my room this colour, boy.

-Christy, will you grab
my tea, will ya?

-Get us one of them too, la, will ya?

Two sugars.

Come here, boy. When are you
and me gonna go out again?

Come over next weekend,
watch the fights or something?

-Nah, boy. I got her.
And I got this fella as well.

Stressed out of me head.

-Boy, I never fucking see you.
All we do nowadays is paint.

-If you want to ask Stacey,
then be my fucking guest.

But you can ask her.
-I will ask Stacey.

I'm a charming cunt, boy.

If I ask her, she'll let you go.

-You just don't want any gaps in
between the wall or the socket

because then the paint
will run down.

And then you just want
the second one.

That's right, boy.
Go on.

It's unreal.
Look at that.

You're a born painter.

-Did you enjoy it, though,
Christy?

Jaysus, boy. You were some
going on the brush earlier.

You must have been watching
"Mary Poppins," were ya?

Unbelievable technique.
I've never seen it like that.

Fucking

-Take off your shoes.

You can have a shower first,
but I'm bursting for a piss.

-Did you show him
how to use it?

-Yeah!

-Sorry about the shower,
Christy.

It's such a piece of shit.

-Nah, it's grand.

-I see you had a proper one
in Ballincollig, did you?

-It was alright.

-Oh, my God. These English lads
will wreck your head.

How was work?

Trevor's some langball,
isn't he?

-Yeah.
He's alright.

-You weren't bad today.

-And I wasn't fucking
good either.

-You should have seen Trevor
when he first started to paint.

Paint everywhere.

He might as well have been
painting the fucking floor, boy.

Nah, come again Monday.

Get you out of the house.

Where'd you get the chain?

-It was Mam's.

Sure you probably have loads of
stuff belonged to her, do you?

-Nah.

-Hi, girl.
-Hi. Is Christy here?

-He is. Yeah.

-Yeah, we're going up
to the Rezza there.

Wanted to know
if he wanted to come with us.

-Christy, there's someone here
for you.

-Hey.

-Leona's invited you out
with her friends.

-Ah, nah. I'm bate after work.

-Come on, don't be boring.

-Go on, Fingers, kid!
-Yup!

-What are you drinking, boy?

-Malibu Lucozade.

-Malibu Lucozade?

That's fucking rank.
-You're sick.

-It's lovely, boy.
It's like mother's milk.

Christy,

are the beours in Ballincollig
always this annoying?

I'd say they're a classier
breed out there, like.

They don't be walking down the
shops in their pyjamas, do they?

-Classy?
With a name like Fingers?

-How do you think
I got that name?

You wish, like.

He got that name
because he was obsessed

with Chocolate Fingers
when he was a baby.

-I still love 'em, boy.
-Yeah, exactly.

-Who wants one of these?
-You and your fucking wedges.

-Will you leave the wedges
alone, boy?

-They're disgusting.
-They're not.

-Yeah, they are.
-They're fucking lovely.

If they were disgusting,
I wouldn't fucking buy them.

They're lovely.
-They're about two days old.

-They're not. They're cold and
they're actually fucking nicer cold,

would you believe?
-Here. Go on, give us one.

-Do you want one, Christy boy,
yeah?

Do it. They're fucking spicy enough now.

-They're fucking disgusting.

Fuck! Spit it out!

Will you shut the fuck up?

Stop laughing at him.

-Here, Christy, have some of that
mother's milk, boy.

-Oh, fuck off.

- I don't wanna know.

-Stacey's a legend.

She always has time for me.

-What's Shane like then?

-You don't really know him,
do you?

-No, we haven't spent
much time together.

-What's the craic?
You seen Pawel?

-We don't hang around
with Pawel.

-You know who that is,
don't you?

That's your cousin Troy.

-What the fuck
you whispering over there?

Is that Leona?
-It is.

-Who's your boyfriend?
He looks about 47.

-It's not my boyfriend.
That's Christy.

-Christy who?

-Christy.
As in Christy McCarthy.

-What, he supposed to be
famous or something?

-He's your cousin.
-Cousin?

-Yeah.
-No, he's not.

-He is.
-No, he's not.

-He is your cousin, boy.
-Shut the fuck up.

-Your mam and his mam
were sisters.

That makes you cousins.

-Are ya thick or something?

-You gonna let that fucking
gremlin talk to you

like that, Troy, huh?

-What the fuck did you say
to me, boy?

-Christy, don't.

-Get the fuck out of my face.

-Touch me again, I'll break your
fucking fingers, boy.

-Come at me
and see what happens.

Who the fuck --

-You're fucking dead!

-Here, Christy.

We don't want no trouble
with them, boy.

-Do you know who his brother is?
Are you for real, like?

-Take that, you cunt!

-Are you fucking serious, boy?

You fucking scumbags!

Fuck!

-Any of your neighbours have
dash cams?

-I told ya, I'll sort it myself.

-What about you, Mary Poppins?

What's the word on the street?

-I already told him.
I know nothing.

-Spoof.

-It's not spoof.
-Will you shut up?

I've to run out.

Try to get some fucking work done
between the pair of you while I'm gone.

- Fucking hell, boy.

-Alright.
So, boy, tell me.

Who was this poor lad
in Ballincollig?

-He was my foster brother.

-What? What ya lamp the head
off him for?

-He had it coming for a while.

-You're just like Shane,
you, boy.

He was some scrapper
back in the day.

I'm telling you now.

-Did you go to school
with Shane?

-No. We was in
residential care together.

He looked out for me in there.

-I thought he was living
with our cousins.

- I'm not getting into this,
boy.

Here, look at this, la.
You'll like this.

-What's that?
-That's me, boy.

Gonna batter the head
off this Lithuanian feen

in Neptune Stadium.

I swear to God, Christy.

I swear to God, boy,

I'm gonna lamp the head
off that feen

by first-round knockout.
Wap!

Right in there.

-We have to get Christy
a fucking gaff now, boy.

-Did something happen with him?

-Fucking van window got
smashed in is what happened.

-Did Christy have something
to do with that?

-I don't know.

I’m worried about him, like.

-Right.

-This isn’t Ballincollig,
Gerard.

You know what I mean?

He acts like that up here,
it’s a different story.

I worked hard enough to keep
trouble coming to my door.

-I know you have.
Listen, I'm trying, alright?

But you said
to find him a family

and there's absolutely nothing
for him around Cork right now.

-What about outside of Cork?
-Really?

Okay, I can, uh,
I can put the feelers out.

Nice one, boy.

-But I have to check in
with Christy

and make sure he'd be okay
with that, okay?

-Alright boy.

Bye.

-Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.

Pow, pow.
Like that.

Whoo-hoo!
Sconce off this, la.

Pure fucking futuristic
weighing scales, boy.

Ha!

Ahh!

What the fuck, boy?

This thing's banjaxed.
That's not my weight at all.

Here. Get on that there.

Go on.

It's wrong, is it?

147? Is that you?

-That's me.

-What you -- Move.

What the fuck, boy?

I'm supposed to be
under 170 for the fight.

- Fuck you been doing?

The man's after roaring down
the fucking phone at me.

Were you up in his room?

-N-N-No, boy, we was...

-Then why is his
fucking Fitbit going nuts?

It's synced to his weighing scales,
you fucking dopes.

It's not fucking funny, boy.

He was at an important meeting
and all.

He's a fucking lawyer like.

-What's he gonna do, sue ya?
Relax, for fuck's sake.

-Don't tell me to fucking relax,
boy.

It's because of you
I can't fucking relax.

-You're the one that wanted me
to come working with ya!

-What were you gonna
fucking do?

Just sit around my gaff,
depressed off your face, was it?

-You know what?
Fuck you, Shane.

- What the fuck you playing?

Come back and pick that up, boy!

You're just gonna walk away
from me, is it?

Listen to me. I'm your brother!
-Half-brother!

-Who's that?
-I don't know.

Stall on.

Hello!

-I said stall on, a minute.

-You after falling in
or what like?

What's wrong with ya?

-Nothing.

-It's clearly not nothing.
Big mopey head on ya.

-None of your fucking business,
is it?

-Here, there's no need to be
like that like.

Are you okay?
What's going on?

-What do you want from me?
I don't have any money

alright, so just fuck off
and leave me alone.

-Who the fuck do you think
you're talking to?!

Why is everyone
so ratty tonight, like?

-Stall on.

Just stall on a second.

-Mam.

-Shane?

Stop filming me.

-I'm not.

-Get that camera
out of my face.

-It's not in your face.

-Will you stop filming me?

-I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm not filming you.

-Fuck off, will ya?

-When were you born?

-June.
-So that makes you...

Gemini or Cancer?

That's a double personality
thing.

I can kinda see that in you.

-Yeah, it sounds like me
alright.

So do you not have
anywhere else to be,

sitting here with me?

- No.

What about you?
Do you not have any family around?

-I burned them bridges
a long time ago.

-And are you sleeping here
or something?

Is there not any hostels around?

-Yeah, but I don't want to go
in one of them.

They're fucked.
It's safer out here, like.

And I did try to get into
the women's shelters and stuff

like that,
but they didn't have any room.

But, um, whenever I can get in,

they can sort me out with, like,
rehab and stuff like that.

So...

I actually haven't taken nothing
in two weeks, though.

It's a lot for me, like.
-Chalk it down.

-What did you say
your name was again?

-Christy.

-You're salt
of the earth, Christy.

I'm happy I met you now tonight.

-Same here.

-Christy, do you mind
if I just hop in this?

Is that alright?
-No, you're grand.

-Christy?
Come in here.

I was worried sick over you.
Where were you?

-I stayed at a friend's house.

-Sit down
and I'll make you something.

-No, you're grand.
-Just sit down, will you?

-I'm gonna have some tea
and toast. Do you want some?

-Yeah... alright.

Just toast, though.

-What about hot chocolate?

-Go on so.
Thanks.

-Here.

Shane had to go to work.

He's not odd with ya.
He's just... stressed.

Yeah.

If you ever need
to talk to someone, Christy...

...I'm here.

I mean it.
I'd listen to you.

Just can't let the past
get you down.

Cos it'll ruin you.

You can have a future.

You know?

-Mm.

-She's so chill like.
-Yeah.

I think she likes
her Uncle Christy.

Yeah.

-Hey,
my brother wants to talk to ya.

-Why?

-Just wants to see you like.

-No, let's sort it out here,
me and you.

-Nah. It's settled.

Sure he's the one
who told me we're cousins.

-Sure I told you
we were cousins.

-Sure I have a million cousins.

That fella there could be
my cousin and I wouldn't know.

Just get in, will ya?

Get in the fuck.

Come on.

-Look who it is.

Stop the fucking lights, boy.

It's like I'm seeing
a fucking ghost or something.

Do you know who this is?

-Oh, yeah.

Carmel's husband.

-"Carmel's husband"?

What?

No, boy.
It's my cousin.

Miriam's kid.

-Stop!

-So, Christy,

you're the fella
who panned out Troy.

That's fucking funny, boy.

That little sausage deserved
a slap anyway.

Troy, get up and make Christy
a cup of tea, you clown.

-You're grand.
I don't drink tea.

-You don't drink tea?

Get up and make him one.
-Doesn't want any.

-Where's your fucking manners?

Get up and make him
a cup of tea.

-Where's Mam?
Christy wants to see her.

-She's down the Fairfield Tavern
having afternoon tea.

-Where do you think she is?

-Mam!

Mam!

-What?

-Someone here for ya.

-Who is it?

-You won't believe me.
Come here, will ya?

Christy, sit down.

-Make a joint, kid.
Everything's there.

So how's tricks with you?

-Not too bad now.

-Here, boy. You want this?

It's an All-for-One card.

Use it anywhere in town, boy.

You should go in to Boots and get yourself a
fucking tub of Sudocrem for your face.

You might want to check
her first, though.

There's probably
about 15 euro left on it.

-What like? Who is it?

Hello.

-It's me, Christy,
your nephew.

- G'way, what? Christy?

-Give him
a fucking hug or something.

For fuck's sake.
-Sorry, Christy.

Do you want anything?

-He's grand.
Troy's making tea.

-Sit there, babe.
I have to take a shit anyway.

-What are you doing here,
Christy?

-I'm staying with Shane.

-Shane?
Does he know you're here?

-No.

-I haven't seen Shane
in years.

How is he?

-He's alright, yeah.

-Do you know he blocked me
on Facebook?

I didn't even know
he had a child

until his old doll shared it.

-Don't listen to this eejit,
Christy.

How long since you've been
in this house, boy?

-I don't know what age
was I. Like 5?

So...

12 years ago?

-12 years.

Jesus.

-Fuck that, boy.

Now, that's way too long.

-Imagine your mother could see
you sitting there.

God rest her soul.

We did everything we could,
Christy.

-I know where I know him from.

Sconce off this.

37,000 views.

-Where's this?
-Ballincollig, it says.

-Go on, Christy!

You're fucking battering him,
boy.

That's my fucking cousin.
-This kid's a beast, man.

-Christy, can you watch
her a minute?

I've a work call.
-Yeah.

-Hello.

Hello.

Hello, there.

-Gerard, what's happening, boy?

-Hiya, Shane.
How are you, fella?

Listen, I can't get through
to Christy there.

I just got an e-mail
that there's a family in Tralee

who are interested
in taking him.

-A family?
That's unreal, boy.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come here.

As I said, now,
it's just an e-mail,

so it's not set in stone.

But, listen, he's never lived
outside of Cork, Shane.

It's a fair old distance away.

It's two hours like.

I don't want it to be something
that completely derails him.

I need to know what he thinks.

-He'd be up for it 100%.

100%, boy.

She's asleep.

-Will you run down and get
a cake for Robot's birthday?

-I'll use my own money,
it's alright.

-Alright, girl, shh.

-You said you had
a wheelchair taxi.

-I never said that.
They just sent me out, girl.

-Well, you shouldn't
have taken us so...

because it's stuck now,
isn't it?

-Relax. If we got it in,
we'll get it out.

-Happy birthday, Robot, kid.
-Cheers, kid.

That better not get broke
or you're paying for a new one.

-Shut up, boy, will ya?

-Out. And no damage done.

-How much do I owe you?
-Um...

-Is your meter still running?

-I'm still working, amn't I?
-Daylight robbery.

-About time.
Where's Mam?

-Mam doesn't have time
to cut your hair, does she?

No. Because she's putting on
your fucking party.

-Leona, I can't be going around
looking like a hedgehog.

-Does it look like I care?
-I can cut your hair.

-I wouldn't let you
near my head.

-I used to cut the lads' hair
all the time

out in Ballincollig.
-Nah, not happening.

-Christy, I'd go inside now
if I were you.

The little baby's having
a tantrum.

-Sure. You know where I am.

-Christy! Go on.
You can cut my hair so.

I appreciate you anyway
doing this for me.

-No bother at all,
Robot, kid.

-Can I ask you a question?

What you doing Bonfire Night?

-Uh, actually,
it's my birthday.

-Ah, stop.

You know,
I build a bonna every year.

I'm gonna dedicate this one
to you.

It's gonna be lethal.
-Nice one, kid.

-No bother, kid.

-What am I seeing here?

-Christy's cutting my hair

because you're too busy
to do anything.

-I couldn't care less what
you do with your head.

Christy. Dear.
Jesus.

After all these years.
-What the fuck?

-Mind them there.
Come here to me, boy.

How are ya?

-Don't be weird with him now.
-G'way you.

I remember this fella
when he was in nappies.

Do you remember me,
Christy?

-I don't. Sorry.

-Make yourself useful, Leona.

-Says the one.

-You don't remember me.
That's awful sad.

I used to mind you loads
when you were small.

How are you, pet?

-I'm good.

-And is it lovely
that you're living with Shane --

-Will you leave him
cut my hair?

-I'm only talking to him.
Will you stop?

And don't be a stranger
around here now.

You're welcome any time
for a cup of tea...

-Will you leave him
cut my hair?

Will you?
-I'm only talking to him.

You're welcome for tea
and a chinwag anytime.

I could tell you stories,

tell you stories about
this fella, and look at you.

Don't tell me you're a barber.

-No, I just -- I just do it
sometimes.

-You're doing a stellar job.
-G'way, will ya?!

-I'm only inspecting
the back of it.

-Can I have a look,
Christy, please?

Fucking love it, boy.
The Christy Special.

-You have the gift,
alright, Christy boy.

She's a beaut.
Saved me a job.

-Sorry about her.

-I can hear you.
-You were meant to!

-Geez, is that some set-up
you have there.

Do you need another
extension lead or something?

-Yeah. Could you get
an extension lead?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What the hell is all that?

-You're getting gaslit
by a 10-year-old, that's gas.

-He smokes, I know that 'cause
I get them from him.

And he smokes.
Ya, you do, ya, you do.

-Here, Christy, try to blow
one of them up.

-You won't be able to, boy.

Not a fucking hope.

-Look at that, Radar.

See, that's a real man
blowing up a balloon.

Leona, you're in for a treat

with that sort of lip action.

-Shut the fuck up.

-I'm starving, boy.

Is your brother nursing
them sausages...

or what's the fucking story?

-Shane, what the fuck?

-Alright, boy?

-What are ya after doing?

-What you talking about, boy?

-You're after cremating
the sausages.

-They're charred, boy.
It's a fucking barbecue.

-They're black with the dirt!
-Shane, are the sausages --

-They're not ready, boy.
They're not ready.

-They look ready.
They actually look very nice.

-They're burned to death.

-I've got secrets on everyone.

That's how
they're all nice to me.

-Tell us some so.
-Um...

-What about him?
-Gary.

Okay, so one time back, I think
it was like a month or two ago.

He was wearing this pair of
jeans for an entire month,

but he didn't know that he had
sequined hearts

on the arse of it.

And then he was just like, "Oh,
fuck, these are my Mam's jeans."

- What the fuck?

-Robot, you're gonna love
this birthday present.

Look at it. Look at it.
Look at it.

Don't you love it?

-What am I meant
to do with this?

-It's a knuckle buster.
-Duster, kid.

-I'm gonna bust your face open,
so it's a knuckle buster.

-Here, I'm not gonna start
throwing slaps with this.

-That's an antique weapon.

Do you know how hard it was
to get that?

-Yeah. Alright, Ferret.
You stole it off your brother.

-Actually, I robbed it
from the shop.

-What about Fingers and Aveen?

-Ooh, Fingers and Aveen.

He's been in love with her
since we were about 5,

but like he knows
that she's a lesbian, but

he keeps saying
every single day

that he's hoping
he could turn her.

-Shite.

-Quick, blow
before they all go out.

Make a wish.

Happy birthday, kid.
Mwah. Love you.

-I can put her down if you want.

-Yeah? Go on, Christy.
Thanks.

-Stace, he's never
put her down before.

-He'll be grand.
-Stacey.

-Well, let him try like.

-I know how to do it, Shane.

-God, Christy's
really settling in, isn't he?

-It's so nice to see him make
a few friends, isn't it?

Here.

-When's the last time
we sat at the table,

just the two of us?

-We never sat at the table
even before Charli.

-Hmm.
Oh, I forgot.

You hate sitting at tables.
You're a pure couch man.

-You're like an old woman
from Skibbereen or something.

-Oh, I'd gladly sit
at the table all day.

Open door. All the neighbours
could come in and out.

-I know what you're up to,
putting on that song.

-What do you mean?

-You trying to get me to stop
being all moody, is it?

-Do you even remember this song?

-Of course I remember this song.

-Where did you first hear it so?

-It was playing
at Cubin's the night we met.

-Like you remember anything
from that night.

You and Trevor
were out of your minds.

Falling all over
the dance floor.

-Well, I remember this song.

I remember seeing you
at the bar.

-I remember thinking,

"Why is nobody serving her?

She's fucking gorgeous."

-G'way, you fool.

-You still are, you know?

-Yeah, well...

-You're gorgeous, too.

-Do you still have the moves?

Huh?
-No, girl.

-Oh, come on.
I know you do.

-I'm not dancing tonight.
-Why?

-Cos I don't want to.
-Please?

-Stace, I don't want to dance
tonight.

-For me. Please.
Come on, Shane.

For me.
Come on.

Yeah. Come on.

Yeah.

Yes. Ooh.

-Christy!

Christy!

-Christy!

-It is a nice haircut,
though, isn't it?

-It is, isn't it? Like I wasn't
expecting that out of him.

-Christy, come here.

-Like he's actually
been raving about it

since he got it done like.

-Here, you never told us
you gave Robot a bazzer.

Pauline wants you
over there now.

-Jackie fucked off to Tenerife
again without telling us.

Rude.

-No, I only sorted out Robot.
I'm not a hairdresser like.

-It'd be a piece of piss.
You'd be grand.

-Will you do it for me?
I promise,

I'll never ask you
to do anything again.

-Honestly,
don't even worry about

like messing up
or anything like that.

Like it's kind of easy.

The only reason
my Mam even wants you is

because I'm not even allowed
to do boys hair anymore

because I fucked it up
the last time.

So if you mess up,

it's grand
because hair grows back

and especially with the lads,

they don't really care because
they can just shave their head.

And they'd be fine.

Because I remember
this one time,

I was shaving this fella's head
and, um,

my hand -- he, like,
coughed or something.

So my hand went
and there was just a big, huge,

like streak just going on
the back of his head.

But you'll be fine anyway.

You said you had practice anyway
at Ballincollig and stuff.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Oh, God, these are spicy as fuck!

-Mam,
I have Christy there for you.

-Christy, you're a star.

This is Miriam McCarthy's
young fella.

-Really?
-Fair play to you, Christy.

I have an appointment
after Sharon

and I'd no one to do
a walk-in.

-That's your walk-in over there.

-Alright, Christy, bro.

-And he wouldn't go nowhere
till he got the Christy special.

-I don't know
if I'll be any good now, kid.

-Aw, shut up, boy, will ya?
You'll be grand.

Actually, you'll be great.

-If you can do it out the back,
you can definitely do it here.

-Yeah, like I used to get my
bazzers done at Idris' gaff.

But d'ya know... He nearly clopped
the ears off me, the fucking gowl.

Then I saw what you done
to Robot

and I was like, "Sham, boy,
I need to get my bazzers off him,

he's lethal."

You're not from around here,
are you?

-I am originally.

-I knew that, boy.
Big Norrie head on top of ya.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-It means he has
a big Norrie head on top of him like.

-How can you tell that someone's
a Norrie from their head?

-Well, a Norrie always has this slightly
pissed off

look on their face,
but, you know,

when you get to know them,
they're actually the nicest people ever.

-Facts.

-So, what you think?
-It's unbelievable, boy.

Nice one.

-Looks really nice.
-Looks alright, doesn't it?

Looks class.
-Story boys?

-What's the craic, Robot, boy?

-What's the craic, Ferret, boy?
-What ya think of the trim?

-That man's a wizard, boy.

-He is alright, isn't he?
Nice one, Christy, boy.

-Good job, Christy.
-Yeah, looks really nice.

-It does be a long day,
doesn't it?

-It does.
-You did well, though.

-Here you go.

-What are you doing?
I only came here to help.

-Will you go away? You're after
doing near a full day's work.

-I'm not taking your money
off you, Pauline.

-Will you take it?
Just take it, you eejit, ya.

-You know, there's a career
there for you if you want it.

-Nah.

-A shame not to use them skills.

Well, not your sweeping skills.

Right. Well, I mean, I can still
use you tomorrow if you want.

Please.

-Yeah. Yeah. I can do it.
-Fair play to you.

Right. Go on. Get out and enjoy
what's left of that sun.

-Thanks, Pauline.
-Alright.

I'll see you in the morning
at 9:00, right?

-9:05.
-9:00.

And don't drink all your wages.

-An hour and a half, two hours they said.
-It's about three hours.

-It's an hour.

-What do you want me to catch
for dinner tonight, love?

-The only thing you catch
is feelings, kid.

Ohh.

-Fingers is like a dog.

- I'm bollocksed too.

-Look at my eyes, I'm bollocksed.

-Oh, man.
That's how we do it down here.

-I'm gonna be 18 next week.

-What are you gonna do?

-Not a fucking clue.

-How do you find me a new fella?

-I give him a...
I give him a 7.5 out of 10.

-Ooh.
-I'll take it.

-He's got fine, solid,
strong hands.

And he's got all
the good flick technique there,

on the razor.

-I taught him that myself.

-I'd say you did alright.

-Move back to Dublin with me,
bro.

-I've never been.

-You've never been to Dublin?
-No.

What?

Fuck off, will ya?

-Why would I want to leave Cork?

-The minute I can get out
of here, I'm gone, man.

-Na, I like it here.

Thank you very much.

-You're an absolute freak.

Look, we have
some new perfume in.

We have gold, silver, and white.

-No, no.
-Don't be spraying my gowns.

-There's a smell of tomcat
off that.

Jesus Christ.
-No, there isn't.

-50 euro Brown Thomas, and only
a tenner that I'm taking, boy.

What a bargain.

- Look!

-Christy boy.
-What the fuck?

-You just knew there was a load
of fish down here, did you?

-I'm a professional.

-Aye.
Give us a lighter.

-You're not from here either,
are you?

-God, no.

Meath woman, born and bred.

-What brought you here?

-What do you think?

A fella, of course.

Then he had the gall
to fuck off back to country.

So that was the end of that.

Anyway... this was home by then.

People were good to me
around here,

your mother especially.

Her and the other girls
I worked with at Peter Marks,

we were like a little family.

-Yeah.
Was she a proper hairdresser?

-Don't tell me
you didn't know that.

-Well, I remember her
cutting my hair at home, but...

that's about it.

-She used to help me out
in here.

You and Shane used to come out
and keep us all entertained.

It's mad
you don't remember that.

Me and your mother,
we were like that, Christy.

You have the same way about you,
you know.

Lightness to you.

She was a victim,
your mother, Christy.

And don't let anybody
tell you otherwise.

That drug ruined so many lives.

Some people walking around act
like they had no responsibility

in all that.

-What do you mean?

-Ah, nothing.

Just the way it is around here,
you know?

Lots of nice people
and lots of arseholes.

-Yeah. Sure, that's
the same everywhere.

-As my father used to say,
never pack an arsehole.

There'll always be one waiting
for you when you get there.

-Going to work?

-Yeah.
Where you off to?

-Just heading into town
for a while.

-Just be back for 4:00, yeah?

-Why?

-Gerard rang.
He wants us to come in.

-Why did he call you?

-'Cause you won't answer
your fucking phone.

This was always gonna be
temporary, boy.

You know that.

Pick you up later, yeah?

-Christy!
-Alright, Christy boy!

-Here! Look what we found laying
outside the Apple call centre.

It's a door.

-This is going straight
into the bonna. Straight.

-Don't let the shades catch you
with that, lads.

-Not a chance, boy.
-What are they gonna do?

Arrest a kid in a wheelchair
for robbing doors?

Christy, hold up, boy.

What's up with you, boy?

-Nothing, kid.
I'm grand.

-Come on, Robot!
-Would ye shut the fuck up?

You sure you're okay?

-Yeah, I'm grand, kid.
I-I have to go there.

-See you tomorrow, yeah?

-Yeah, I think so.
-What do you mean, "think"?

The bonna's for your birthday, boy.

You have my number
if you ever need to talk, yeah?

-Yeah.

-No more bets.
Thank you.

28 black.

-Story.

Best of cousins again, are we?

Hey, Christy, did you see
Jammy's new primate

bopping around his gaff?

-Bullshit.

-What's bullshit, man?
Am I talking to you, am I?

Fuck me.

He was down at the café

in Fota Wildlife, man
outside, uh...

What's that café
with all the fucking peacocks?

Came back anyway
with a one-armed lemur, he did.

Thing's getting fed better
than myself.

Sure you'll see him
next time you're up at the gaff.

Thing's walkin' around
like he owns the place.

-Talk so much fucking shit.

-Talk shit, do I?
Aye?

You're only getting bad there

'cause you're after losing
a grand on a game.

Fuck's sake.

-It's mad that ye all
used to live with us.

I remember fuck-all.

-Stop.
I remember fuck-all as well.

-I remember Shane alright.

Used to play soccer with me
out the back.

Then he fucked off, too.

Come here. What are you doing
tomorrow night?

-Are you not going to the bonna?

Am I fuck. What am I, 12?

We go into town
and get a few birds, yeah?

Hello?

Right.
Go on.

Right, lads. Let's go!
Come on, like.

- Fuck's sake, Christy.

Answer your fucking phone, boy.

-Hurry the fuck up.

-Hey, lads, do you have a fiver?

-Get the fuck away from me, you.
Ya smell bag, ya.

-Christy!
How's it going?

How're ya getting on, boy?

-Sorry. I have to go away.
-Huh?

-I need to go.
I'm sorry.

-Who's that skank, Christy?

-Christy riding all the fucking
junkies in town, man.

-Jesus, Christy boy.

I thought you had fuckin'
better standards than that, kid.

-Stall on there, lads.

-Story.
-The fuck you doing with him?

-He's our cousin, boy.

-Get in the van.
Gerard's waiting on us.

-No. You're grand.

-Get in the fucking van, boy.

-Boys, I'll see ya later.

-Christy, you're a tough man
to get hold of.

Listen. Um, the reason
I asked you to come in --

and sorry now to be
the bearer of bad news --

but, um, that family's
after falling through, okay?

-What do you mean,
fell through?

-What family?

-It fell through, Shane.
It happens, okay?

-What family?

-Did you not tell him
about the family, Shane?

-What are we gonna do, so?
'Cause he can't stay with us anymore, boy.

-Okay.
Well, the good news is

that a room's after coming up
in one of the aftercare centres.

But you said
you didn't want that.

-Well... maybe
we should look at them.

-Oh, I thought
they were horrible gaffs.

Good enough for me now,
are they?

-Well, we can go look at it tomorrow
if you want to, Christy, okay?

But I'm telling you now, lads,

if you don't take it,
it's gonna be gone the next day.

We'll be there, boy.

-Christy.

Christy!
-Will you ever just fuck off

and stop sneaking around
behind my back?

-You're ungrateful.
Do you know that?

That's -- That's your
fucking problem, boy.

You've had everything handed
to you your whole fucking life.

-I've had everything
handed to me?

You'd loads of people
helping you.

Nobody gave a fuck about me.

-I gave a fuck about you.

Well, here, who the fuck
was helping me, boy?

-Gerard, Stacey, our cousins.

- Our cousins?

You haven't a clue what
happened in that house, do you?

You haven't a fucking clue.
You don't have a fucking idea.

Not one fucking notion, boy.

I had to fucking --
I had to beg them.

I had to fucking
beg the social workers

to take you out of there.
Did you know that?

-I didn't ask you to do it,
did I?

-You have no fucking idea, boy.

I'm the only one who ever
fucking looked after you.

-I haven't seen you in a year.

-I'm after
having a kid, boy.

-Oh, yeah,
and what about before that?

-Christy!

-Just the bare edges,
Anita, is it?

-Yeah, just a bare trim now,
Pauline, today.

Just to keep tidy.

-Just treating yourself?
-Yeah.

-How's all the kiddies?

-Ach, they're all grand.

-Got plans for going out?

-Keep your head straight.

One...
-Two.

Three, four.

-Let me see you.

Oh, you're lovely.

-You've lovely hair, Christy.

-I don't.
-You do.

I love your hair.

-Gorgeous.

-You're a messer.

-Alright, Christy.

Give us a bazzer, will ya?

How much is your one paying you?

-Eight euro an hour.

-Eight euro?

That's not even minimum wage,
is it?

-I don't know.

-There's plenty of work
out there for a fella like you.

If you know where to look.

What are you doing later?

Big session in my gaff.
You should call in.

-I might, alright, yeah.

-Might?

Sure, you're not doing anything.

You having a bit of trouble
with Shane?

Someone needs to talk to him,
Christy.

You know I used to knock
the head off him

when we were younger,
and I've no bother doing it again.

Just say the word.

We'll have a carload of boys
up to his gaff in two minutes.

You know, you're not
a fucking child anymore.

You need to stick up
for yourself.

-Christy, um, we should talk.

-Why does everyone want
to talk to me all of a sudden?

-Just -- Just be wide of them,
Christy, please.

Christy, wait.

Fuck.

-Christy?

Christy?

What's going on?

Where you going with the bag?

-Thanks for everything, Stacey.

-Christy, stop!

-What's going on, Shane?
Is he coming or what?

-Hey. What's going on
with Christy?

Shane?
-How am I supposed to know?

-Did you tell him he had to go?

-The three weeks were up.
-God's sake, Shane.

He should be staying with us.

-What? You don't want that.
-How do you know?

You don't talk to me
about anything.

Why you acting like this?
-Acting like what?

-Like you don't give a shit
about him.

-I do give a shit about him.

- You're pushing him away.

-I'm doing what's best for him.

-No, you're not, Shane.

You check on her.
I'm gonna go look for Christy.

-Oh, girl, girl. Shh, shh.

It's alright, girl.

It's okay, girl.

Shh.

Shh.

It's alright, girl.

It's alright.

-I can't find him anywhere.

-I know where he's gone.

-What are you doing here?

-Jammy invited me.

-Na, fuck this session, boy.
Me and you will go out, no?

-Yes, cuz! What's happening?

Come in here, la.

Mam, look who's here.

Mup boys.
-Christy boy.

-Squid, throw out
a few lines there, yeah?

-Great to have ya back.

-Bate him into next week, boy.
Go on, that's it.

No bitches around here.
Come on out of that, come on.

-Who's next?

Come on, Troy. Come on, Christy.

Tops off, kid. This is where
you get your revenge.

-Get off me, boy.

-Come on, Christy.
You gonna hit him another slap?

I'm only messing with you, kid.

Come on. I want
to show you something.

Now you pour some out for her.

Go on.

It's mad, isn't it?

That's where we found her.

Your mam.

Happy birthday, kid.

-Fuck you lookin' at?

-Where's Christy?

-Fuck me, boy.

They're all coming out
of the woodwork tonight.

What are you doing here?

-What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

I'm looking for my brother.

Where is he, Fionnuala?

-Don't talk to her.

Talk to me.

This is my house.

-Where the fuck is he, boy?

Where the fuck is he?

-Since when do you
give a fuck about him?

He doesn't want to live
with you anymore, Shane.

He wants to stay here.

-Shane.
-Shut up, Troy.

-Shane.
-Shut the fuck up, Troy.

-He's gone.

Left a while ago.

-What are you gonna do?

-You're nothing, boy.

-Aren't you going to pay
respects to your mam?

-She's not here no more, boy.

-Shane.

Try the bonna.

He said something
about that earlier.

-Nice one, boy.

-Christy.

Where have you been?

Everyone's worried sick
about ya.

-What ya mean?

-Like, Stacey was over
at our house and everything,

like, wondering where you were.

Are you just having
a shit birthday?

-Suppose.

-Stop. I hate my birthday, too.

Will I let her know you're okay?

Happy birthday, by the way.

- Thanks.

At least someone's here
to celebrate it with me.

-Ahoy, Christy boy!
-Oh, Jesus Christ.

-Come here, you.

-Happy birthday, bud.
Here. I have a present for ya.

-What is it?

-Oh, Jesus Christ, no.

-No, look.
-Oh! Fantastic.

-Oh, stop, lads.

-Leona, come on.
-I'm singing.

- Oh, shut up.

Jesus.

-Shut up, would ya?

-How's it feel to be 18, boy?

-Same way it feels to be 17.

-Fair fuckin' nuff.

-That's unreal!

-It's fucking shit!

-It's fucking shocking.
-Way better than last year.

It's better than
Ballincollig's.

At least we have a fire.
-I've seen better fires

in my mam's fireplace,
for fuck's sake.

-Alright, two of ye
shut the fuck up, boy.

-It'll be better next year.
-If you say so.

-Oh, that's a fact, boy.

-If you say so.

-You have problems, kid.

Serious fuckin' problems.

-Story, Christy, kid.

-What's happening, Cian, kid?

-Heading off to work?
-I am indeed.

-Christy, boy, will you please
give me a bazz soon?

- Christy,
did you see it?

You have to show him, boy.
It's bad.

What -- Oh, my fucking God.

What the fuck
did you do to your head?

-Stop laughing at it.
-Who the fuck done that to ya?

-Jenny, boy,
and it's fuckin' shit.

I won't leave the gaff over it.

-Keep it on,
'cause it looks fucking chronic.

-You'll sort it out
when you're back?

-I will. I'll sort it out
when I'm back for ya.

See you later, lads.

-See you later, Christy.
-G'wan.

-Will you stop fucking
laughing at my hair?

-Alright, Shane?
Everything okay, love?

-Here for the Christy special.

-Have a seat there so, Shane.

-Alright, boy.
-Alright.

-Make sure you charge that fella
the full whack now, Christy.

-I will.
-No refunds now, Shane.

-My hair looks pure weird now,
boy.

-I can tell.

-You doing alright?

-Yeah, I think so.

-You sure?

You'd tell me if you weren't?

-Yeah, yeah.

-You can always stay with us
as long as you want.

-Nice one, but...

I think I'm just gonna see
how I get on first.

Are you alright?

-I'm good, yeah.

Christy.

Mam would be proud of ya.

-Nice one, Shane.

-Just don't shave a lump out
of my head like she did, boy.

-Did she?

-Yeah.

I begged her
to shave it all off,

and she just sent me back
to school looking like a madman.

-Still traumatised from it, boy.

People started calling me
Patch and all.

-She did too much talking,
not enough cutting, boy.

-Well, you won't have
that problem with me.