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(FUNKY MUSIC)

It's a map for where the treasure is.

There's people coming. Bad people.

Is it Wesley Swanson? We need to go before he comes back.

Come with me, Marion. Maurice.

I'm not gonna let you die. This always happens to me.

When are you gonna get my money? I can rob and I can drive.

Sorry, Bunny, I can't go with you.

I can't leave the girl on her own. Someone's here.

You have a wee friend with you?

(NAILS SHOOTING)

Everything all right, boss?

Is it, fuck!

Find Grinner.

(BELL TOLLS) (SOLEMN RELIGIOUS MUSIC)

Mr. Swanson.

Cardinal Doyle.

Your Eminence.

May I introduce Cardinal Orso?

Mr. Swanson, the man I spoke of.

I fear the Lord so comes as a thief in the night.

Well, he is a sinner who now walks in the light.

Sir, what news of Grinner McNair?

I must beg your indulgence, Your Eminences.

I questioned him as you requested, but in my zeal,

I was perhaps too... ..Exacting.

Speak plainly.

I put him in a coma.

(BEMUSED GASPS)

But the minute that he wakes up, I will be informed, and then

we will locate the missing treasures of the monastery.

We care not for trinkets.

Our only concern is that you find the manuscript.

I understand, Your Eminence, and I can assure you...

We will find it.

(IN ITALIAN) Speriamo.

Mm.

(IN ITALIAN) S�.

(SOFT MUTTERS)

(MONASTERY BELL CHIMING)

? Clare Sands "Carry My Song"

? I am nowhere but home by the sea.

? Le na iascaire, agus a bhriongl id

? Whisper my secrets, Embracing thee.

? Oh, carry my song. Across the sea.

(POWERFUL IRISH MUSIC)

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING OVER TENSE MUSIC)

(DISTANT CLATTERING)

We need to get that nail out if we're gonna run for it.

Fuck.

D'ya want me to try?

Shall we?

It's in a fair bit now.

I need to get a grip on it.

Hold on.

(STIFLED GROAN)

(SQUELCHING)

(PAINED GROAN)

Sorry.

(THUDS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GROANS SUSPICIOUSLY)

It's bleeding a lot. It needs a bandage.

I'll have a look for something.

No, just leave it.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DOOR CLICKS)

Boss, boss! What?

Looks like the girl lives here. Did you search her room?

Nothing.

Just a load of books and shit.

(WESLEY GRUMBLES)

Keep searching.

If she lives here, she'll know where Grinner is.

Yes, boss.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SIGH OF RELIEF)

Okay, you ready?

I think they're gone.

(DOOR QUIETLY CREAKS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(DOOR CLICKS)

Any sign? Nothing.

I'll check back inside.

They can't have gone far.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

You see that Jaguar?

Yeah. Yeah.

We're gonna rob it.

Really? How?

Hotwire it like Okay.

Haven't you ever robbed a car before?

I can't even drive.

Well, I did have a couple of lessons, but only in the car park.

Okay.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DOOR SOFTLY CLICKS)

Okay, come on, come on... Right, come on, Bridget.

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)

(SOFT RUSTLING)

Hello.

How are you?

He keeps spare keys under the seat.

Okay. Thanks.

(DISTANT CLATTERING)

Hey, stop!

Fuck!

Don't shoot.

He's not gonna shoot ya.

His boss needs us alive to find Grinner.

Shut your mouth.

Get your hands off the wheel and step out the car now.

(PETRIFIED LAUGHING)

What the fuck's so funny, huh?

You.

With a vape sticking out of your eye.

Oh my God, I don't know why I did that. I'm so sorry.

(AGONISED GROANING)

Bridget! Oh my God, are you okay?

(AGONISED GROANING)

Bridget, get in the car!

Jesus, I can't even look at him. Is he okay?

Get in.

Take his gun.

(GUN TAPS)

Hello.

Hello.

Who's that? I've no idea.

(MOTOR STARTING) (WHEELS SCREECH)

(GROANING)

(BRIDGET) Stop! We can't take him with us.

Off you go, baby gangster.

Right, let's fucking go.

Where's my car?

Have they just stole my fucking Jag?

They have some balls on them.

All the better for cutting off. My eye.

My eye. Shut up about your eye.

Can't see.

Can we get ice cream now?

(PHONE RINGING)

Maurice isn't answering.

Can we not go check on him?

No, the first place they'll look is your house.

What will they do to him? Kill him, I'd say.

Murder him. Grinner!

Battered the fuck out of him at least.

Shut up.

Pull out his toenails, take a blowtorch to his balls.

Shut the fuck up!

Do you think they will kill him?

100%.

He's a goner. I'm telling you, Grinner.

Toast. Brown bread. Jesus Christ.

You might as well pick your plot,

order the flowers for the funeral.

Did I tell you to shut your fucking mouth?

Look, we'll see about checking on Maurice, but we have to get

you somewhere safe first.

I can't make sense of it at all.

How you and Maurice could end up in bed with somebody

like Wesley Swanson.

Is it really so hard to guess?

Big house, nice car.

What did he want you to do for your thirty pieces of silver?

Wesley said he'd call on Maurice when he needed him.

And then one day he turned up.

Said he had a man in a coma and he needed a hospital bed,

no questions asked.

Said if he woke up, I was to ring him.

And now you've betrayed him.

Oh, there's nowhere safe from Wesley.

He'll hunt you to the ends of the earth.

Maurice, pick up the phone.

(PHONE VIBRATES OVER SEX VIDEO OF BUNNY AND MATRON)

Fuck me, Bunny!

Fuck me!

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(DISTANT SIRENS OVER FUNKY MUSIC)

Wooo!!! Oh my God, that was incredible.

Let's celebrate.

Voil�.

What's that, coke? Speed.

Keep you awake for at least a week.

(DEEP SNIFF)

Oh yes, yes indeed.

Clean and zesty.

Your turn.

(SNIFFS)

Fresh.

That's the good stuff.

How do you learn to rob cars? Did someone teach you?

There's videos on YouTube and TikTok and all.

Stop.

You have to learn to drive first though, don't you?

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Oh fuck. I forgot.

Gitsy? Have you got another car yet?

Yeah, yeah, I've got a fucking car for Ma Baker.

I'm driving it now.

Drop it off at home in the morning, will you?

She's going fucking nuts here, man, I'm telling you..

All right! First thing, yeah?

I promise that you'll get it. I said yeah, now fuck off, Gitsy!

Who's Ma Baker?

Someone I'm getting off me back.

There's no ice cream in here.

We'll get you some, Waldo Jr.

Hurry up with that, will you?

Come on. (SNAPS FINGERS)

Are we not gonna go after your Jag, Uncle Wes?

Not just yet, no.

Why not?

A car is only a car, Waldo Jr.

Do not store up for yourself treasures on earth where

thieves can break in and steal.

We'll get them and good enough them.

What's important is we find Grinner.

Because of my da?

Because of your da.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(KISS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC STINGER)

(BLARING CLUB MUSIC)

(MUTED SCREAM OVER BLARING MUSIC)

Fuck me, this shit is rocket fuel.

I do grind it down myself from the pharmaceutical amphetamines.

You do what?

I do grind it down myself from the pharmaceutical amphetamines.

Yeah?

Yeah. (LAUGHING)

You're gonna need stitches on that. D'ya reckon?

Yeah. Fuck.

I have things in the reticule.

Now. Where is this?

My place. We're laying low here for a while. Here.

This is a bit lumpy.

Lumpy will have to do, yeah.

What's this, the Princess and the Pea?

Where are you going to be?

Don't matter where I fucking be.

I'll be through there.

Thanks.

What are you thanking me for?

You're a copper. You're helping me.

I'll put in for a medal so. You didn't have to.

You could have handed me in.

Who says I still won't?

I think that you are a little bit interested in my treasure.

Am I right?

Let me tell you something.

I don't give a fuck about your treasure.

Now shut up and go to sleep.

Here. Bunny, don't go.

Please stay.

Why?

It's stupid you taking the couch.

Why can't we share the bed?

Good night, Marion.

Look, Bunny.

(HUFFS) What?

My phone's dead. You don't have a charger, do you?

Give it here.

(MARION SIGHS)

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)

? Feels so good to see your... skin

Done? Hmm?

(RELAXING BREATH)

? Give me things to think...

Sorry.

My dad done it when I was young, before he fucked off.

Where did he fuck off to?

Mountjoy.

The prison?

What did he do?

He, uh, he killed me ma.

(MELLOW MUSIC CONTINUES)

Jesus.

It's whatever.

Where were you when that happened?

Ten or something.

It's grand.

I done that to myself.

Show us.

I didn't want to live.

Why not?

It was after my Ma died.

Ages ago.

Hard to talk about, but yeah, it was round about when my Ma...

Sorry, you said you had a sister?

Yeah, I have one sister, um, but we don't really get on.

No? No.

I have other scars too. Do you want to see them?

Yeah.

This is for a twisted bowel.

They thought it was a hernia, but it was actually

a twisted bowel. And then this was for appendicitis.

Nearly left that too late. Ended up with sepsis.

My God, the pain.

Could have died, but I pulled through.

As you can see.

(MELLOW MUSIC CONTINUES)

Sorry, I can't.

Do you not... Do you not like me?

I do like you.

I really like you.

I just can't.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(DEEP SIGH)

(BED SPRINGS GRATING)

Bunny?

What?

I still can't sleep.

Try counting sheep.

There's not a chance we could... No.

It would help me sleep.

I said no.

No fucking way.

Bunny, if you could...

If you could even talk to me.

What do you mean, talk to you? You know, to get me going.

Would you fuck off, Marion?

Go on, Bunny, Sure what harm.

What do you want me to say to you?

Dirty stuff, like.

Like what?

Pig and shite?

Pig shite?

The pig was covered in pig shite. Is that dirty enough for you?

(EXASPERATED SIGH)

Please, Bunny, I can't get to sleep otherwise.

(SOBS) I'm that worried.

Bunny! Alright then!

(HUFFS)

Fuck it.

The young farmer's wife was feeling frustrated.

Why was that?

Her husband, the old farmer, hadn't gone near

her in a long time.

Not that she fancied him anymore anyhow.

She had her eye on a young buck.

(WHISPERS) A young... buck.

Yes, a young buck.

A strapping farmhand with strong arms and a wide back.

That's it, Bunny.

I can picture him now.

On one evening, the old farmer was late coming back

from selling cattle at the mart.

And she invited the young farmhand

into the kitchen for a drop of tea.

But it was more than tea

he wanted from the young farmer's wife.

(SEDUCTIVE BREATHING)

What did he want, Bunny?

You know well what he wanted.

He sat drinking his tea at the small kitchen table,

slowly spreading Kerrygold butter

all over the currant cake that was only fresh out of the oven.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

She turned from the sink

and caught him looking at her bare legs.

(PLEASURED PANTING) Oh, God.

Bunny, do you know what I'm doing? I can only guess.

Do you think... It would help if...

What?

I don't want to say it. Well, say it.

If you touched yourself as well.

Please.

Ah, Jaysus.

(UNZIPPING)

Tell me what happens with the farmer's wife and the...

The muscular young farmhand with hands like shovels.

That's it, Bunny.

What did he do with those hands?

As she stood beside him at the kitchen table with her bare legs,

he ran his massive fucking shovel hand right up her

inside leg and she... What'd she do?

What'd she do?

She shivered, so she did. Fuck.

And with a sweep of his muscular arm, he knocked

everything off the table.

Cups, saucers, cutlery, curranty cake.

Everything except the Kerrygold butter, which he squished up

in his massive fucking shovel hand.

"You're fucking mine now," says he!

Oh sweet Jesus, mother of fuckin' Devine.

(SCREAMS OF ECSTASY) Sweet Jesus, mother of fuckin' Devine.

(SATISFIED GROAN)

(SATISFIED SIGHS)

Is my phone charged yet, do you think?

Only wanted to see if Maurice had called.

Fuck ye anyway, Marion..

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

How long have you been standing there?

A bit.

Dirty bastard.

I'm the dirty bastard? Now fuck off.

Any chance of a drink of water?

(TROUBLING MUSIC)

Where is she? I don't know. You don't know?

You don't know? You don't know fucking much.

Do you know who she's with? I don't know that either.

But she was saying she was thinking of going to the pictures

with a friend.

Which one, I don't know now.

But I think it was Superman she was going to see.

Or Superman II. It was definitely one of them.

Maurice, do you know who that is?

Is she off the telly?

No, she's not.

That's the mad bitch that stole my car.

She works for your wife.

Well, there's terrible thievery about, all right.

Maurice, do you know what the Bible says?

An eye for an eye.

Now, are you going to tell me what I need to fucking know.

Here. Thanks. Maurice?

It's ringing.

Hello?

Maurice, is that you?

Are you okay, Maurice?

What?

Are you okay, Maurice?

Oh, I am. I am indeed.

Never better.

Are you on your way home now?

I am, I am.

I'm coming home now.

What's that?

I said I am.

I'm coming home now.

Good.

Hurry up, so.

That doesn't sound like Maurice at all.

I think they might have him.

Like I said, he's a dead man.

Fuck off, you.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING, DOG BARKING)

You awake?

Sorry, I found it.

Why do you have it?

It's from before, you know.

I made a few enemies an� that.

Wear it if you want to.

No, no, you're grand.

I'm literally just about to head off, so I'll get out your hair.

Thanks for putting me up though.

Do you not want your tea?

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

I'm really sorry for kissing you last night.

It's alright.

I mean... I liked it.

You did?

Yeah, I did, yeah.

It didn't really seem like you liked it.

(AWKWARD CHUCKLE)

It's complicated.

Do you get what I mean?

Do you have a girlfriend or something?

No, it's not that.

Look, I don't wanna...

Can we go for breakfast somewhere?

I'll get it for us.

Really?

Yeah.

I wasn't gonna say anything, but this tea is cold.

(CHUCKLES)

This is the safest place for us to be.

No, it was the safest place for us to be.

Maurice wouldn't point them here.

He wouldn't do that to us.

He won't have a choice, Marion.

Where will we go then?

A fucking caravan.

You can stay in the Ritz if you want, but that's our best option.

Now, we need to go.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(CAFE CHATTER)

My head's a bit messed up.

From a thing that happened...

...when I was in care.

I was...

I was...

(AWKWARD SIGH)

Think.

You know?

No.

When I was a young fella... this man, he...

Did somebody do something? Yeah.

Yeah.

This fella, you know?

I'm so sorry.

And now I can't, like... Well, I can, but... I have to be drunk.

Were you not drunk last night?

No, that was at most a naggin I drank.

I have to be off me head, or I always...

Start having bad memories, start thinking about things and...

Puts me off.

Jesus, Paul, I'm so sorry.

Look, it happened.

It's grand.

Not much I can do about it now.

Did he go to jail, the fella?

No.

Did you report it?

No.

There's no point.

My word against his, you know.

Did you ever go for counselling?

You just let it lie?

It was one of them mental health support workers.

In Smithfield.

He was a fucking weirdo.

Bee Man Beglan, we called him.

Made his own honey.

I thought about catching up with him one day.

And just fucking baiting him but...

(SAD, SHOCKED CHUCKLE)

But I don't know.

I'm glad you told me.

I owed you an explanation, like. No.

You ready for another coffee?

Yeah, thanks. I'll be back in a second.

(CAFE NOISE AND CHATTER)

Here you go. Thank you.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(MOBILE TAPPING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

Right, well, the situation is...

I have no money.

I left me card in the flat, didn't I?

So did I.

Do you want to wait here and I'll go and grab it?

Sure this coffee isn't worth 8 euros.

We leg it?

What?

Hey! Hey!

Do you want to give me a driving lesson?

Now? Yeah. I'm to drop the car off to Ma Baker.

It's only early, sure, you can teach me on the way.

Fair enough.

Now, Gitsy, your mate was gonna bring me a motor.

Yeah.

Does he have a motor? He does, yeah.

No, he told me he does.

100%. Yeah?

Yeah. And where is he?

I don't know where he is now. He might be on his way.

He might have been delayed, caught in traffic.

I don't know, but he's coming.

I swear to God, he has it.

Crack open the door there, Jack. Please.

First thing now, Ma Baker, I prom... I don't know...

I've done all I could ,please trust me now. Please don�t do...

I don't like people who disappoint me.

(GUNSHOT, BODY THUDS)

Jack there disappointed me once too often.

Now, Gitsy...

Would you like to find Paul for me?

Yeah. Yeah?

Good boy.

(NAIL FILE SCRATCHING)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(CUTLERY CHINKING)

Gino, was that a caravan

that just drove down the fucking street?

Uh, I think so, boss.

Fucking bingo.

Next left here.

You missed it. Oh, fuck. Sorry.

Yeah, grand.

Take the next one here. Okay.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

Are we going somewhere?

It's a surprise.

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS SINGING)

Where are we...

Fuck.

How did you... Everything's online these days.

You can, you can find anyone.

Ah, fuck this, Bridget.

I want to get out of here. Come on.

You said you wanted to find him.

This is bollocks.

Honestly, this isn't funny.

I thought you might want to fuck him up.

Kill him? No, no, not kill him.

I'm just talking about fucking him up, showing him a lesson.

I don't know, if someone did that to me,

what he done to you, I'd want to fuck them up.

But if you don't want to

(KEYS RATTLE)

No, wait.

I want to fuck him up.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(GLASS SMASHING)

(FOREBODING IRISH MUSIC)

You okay?

Yeah, I'm alright.

Oh my God, what is this place?

Looks like a charity shop for weirdos.

This place was always fucking creepy.

Who's your one?

(CREEPY MUSIC)

Doesn't seem like he's here.

It's all weird.

Fucking stinks in here.

(INTENSELY CREEPY MUSIC)

What do you think?

Let's fuck this place up.

(SMASHING OVER INTENSE (THUMPING MUSIC)

? Blood stained my whites

? Fire, hold me tight

? I was walking by the bridge

? She said, "Look, here's the thing

? You wanna take me for a ride"

? I said "Baby, look inside"

(SMASHING)

? Tell me

? Tell me now

? Tell me

? Tell me

(THUMPING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FIRE ROARS)

(BANG!)

(DEBRIS PATTERING)

I am fucked.

I think I'm in trouble.

What's wrong with you?

I think I might be having a heart attack.

I'd say you're having something, all right.

Oh, you've got a great bedside manner.

So I've been told.

Ah, come on, it'll be fine.

We need another car, right?

Sure, there's loads of cars here.

Why don't we just try rob one of them?

It's not that easy. I don't have my gear with me.

Well, if one's unlocked.Ow!

Wow! (ALARM BLARING)

Stall with the bleedin' car alarms, will ya

(PHONE RINGING OVER CAR ALARM) What?

Bridget, listen, I have a job for you.

We have a situation.

Grinner needs heart medicine. I need you to get it for me.

Is he gonna die?

Not if you get here with the medicine.

I'll send you a pin of where we'll be.

What does he need? Flecainide.

Or barrin' that, try and get your hands on beta blockers.

Where will I get that?

You know where.

(CHOKED COUGHS)

Right, come on.

Come on! If we save Grinner,

doesn't the treasure solve everything?

Come on, let's find the bus.

Come on!

(TRAFFIC NOISE)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CEILING CLATTERING)

(CRUMBLING AND CLATTERING)

They�re gone.

You won't need that.

Fuck me, they really went to town on this place.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Your bleedin' room... fucking animals.

I'm sorry, Bridget.

All your books an' all.

That's horrible.

(SORROWFUL MUSIC)

Do you not have your own clothes?

I kind of feel like they're dirty now.

(DOOR CLICKS)

(VELCRO TEARING)

(SORROWFUL MUSIC)

You're in here.

Jesus. So you mean this is just all just mine,

like, to do what I like with?

I don't know about do what you like.

I had to pull a lot of strings to get them to say

you could have this. I'll be no trouble.

No, you won't.

Drop your bags, find me in the office.

You need to get to work.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(TROUBLING MUSIC)

Where's the drugs? My heart's going like fuck.

Not long now.

You thought anymore about my offer? What offer?

There's no offer.

There is all that buried treasure.

No.

I'll need help getting to it, digging it up.

I'll cut you in on it.

I said fucking no.

Now shut your mouth and rest up.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Oh.

Oh, God.

What is it?

(DEVASTATED GROAN)

They've got Maurice.

(MAURICE SCREAMING)

I'm sorry, Marion.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(SOBS) What does it say?

Is... Is he dead?

He's alive.

They want to swap him for Grinner.

It'll be a trap.

(STIFLED SOBBING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

You all good? We're done here.

Come on.

(POWERFUL PENSIVE MUSIC)

The out day book?

What for?

I'm taking them with me.

My old life's kind of fucked, so it feels like there's

nothing else for it. I'm gonna go after the treasure.

Are you sure? Feels like I'd better be.

Wait, wait, wait.

Bunny just dropped me a pin.

Looks like we're headed to Wicklow.

In what?

(GASPS)

(LIVELY IRISH MUSIC)

In Matron�s stupid fancy car.

Ah, look at you.

You want to drive?

Yeah.

(ENGINE ROARING)

(UPLIFTING MUSIC)

We should get rid of that gun.

Might come in handy.

Handy for what?

If Grinner doesn't give us a reward, we could

use it to rob a bank.

We?

Yeah, why not?

We, both of us, we can rob a bank.

I'm not robbing a bank.

You've only just learned to bleedin' drive.

I have a feeling I was born for this.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC)

(TROUBLING MUSIC)

(BEES BUZZING)

Don't worry, ladies.

They didn't hurt you.

Not to worry.

Mama's here now.

Gently, gently.

(BUZZING)

(CCTV BEEPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(PANTING AND GROANING)

Ah, there you are.

It's been an age.

And who's your little friend?

(PANTING OVER BEES BUZZING)

(WHEELS SCREECHING)

Wesley wants Grinner, we want Maurice.

It's a straightforward swap.

(TRUCK HORN BLARES) (BRIDGET SCREAMS)

What the fuck?

Where the hell are you, and why aren't you here

yet with the drugs? We want the man patched up and alive.

Change of plan. Wesley Swanson's here.

The treasure I am looking for is so valuable, you can't

put a price on it.

Hello? Bring me to the treasure, I'll give you half of it.

Jewels, piles of gold coins.

There to take.

(CURIOUS IRISH MUSIC)

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