Original subtitles

WHISPERING: 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. And Maurice.

I'm not going to let you die.

This always happens to me.

When are you going 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?

SUPPRESSED GUNSHOTS

Everything all right, boss?

Is it fuck! Find Grinner.

BELL CHIMES

CHORAL MUSIC

Mr Swanson.

Cardinal Doyle.

Your Eminence.

KISS SMACKS

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.

So, what news of Grinner McNair?

I must beg your indulgence, Your Eminences.

I questioned him, as you requested... Mm-hm?

..but in my zeal, I was perhaps too...exacting.

Speak plainly.

I put him in a coma.

Oh...!

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:

Mm.

Si.

WHISPERED PRAYERS

BELL CHIMES

MUSIC: Carry My Song by Clare Sands and Susan O'Neill

# I am nowhere but home by the sea

# Le na iascaire, agus a bhriongloidi

# Whisper my secrets

# Embracing thee

# Oh, carry my song

# Across the sea. #

BRIDGET: We need to get that nail out if we're going to run for it.

PAUL: Ha. Fuck.

Do you want me to try?

Show me.

It's in a fair bit now.

I need to get a grip on it.

Hold on.

PAUL GROANS SOFTLY

Sh, sh, sh.

HE GROANS

Sorry.

WET SQUELCH

THUD

HE GROWLS

Oh, fuck... It's bleeding a lot. It needs a bandage.

I'll have a look for something.

No. Just leave it.

DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN

DOOR OPENS

Boss! Boss!

What? We think the girl lives here.

Did you search her room?

Nothing. Just a load of books and shit.

WESLEY GROWLS

Keep searching.

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

Yes, Boss.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE EXHALES

OK, you ready?

I think they're gone.

DOOR OPENS

Any sign? Nothing. I'll check back inside.

They can't have gone far.

THUNDER RUMBLES

You see that Jaguar?

Yeah. Yeah.

We're going to rob it.

Really? How?

Hot-wire it, like. OK.

Ain't you ever robbed a car before?

I can't even drive.

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

OK.

OK, come on, come on.

Right, come on, Bridget.

Hello.

Howya.

They keep spare keys under the seat.

Right. Thanks.

GLASS SHATTERS

DOOR HANDLE THUNKS

Hey! Stop!

Fuck!

Don't shoot.

He's not going to 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.

SHE LAUGHS

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.

Argh! Bridget! Oh, my God, are...are you OK?

HE GROANS

Bridget, get in the car!

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

Get in. Take his gun!

Argh!

Get off!

Urgh!

Hello.

Hello.

Who's that?

I've no idea.

ENGINE STARTS AND ROARS

TYRES SCREECH

MAN GROANS

Stop. We can't take him with us.

Off you go, baby gangster.

Right, let's fucking go.

ENGINE ROARS, TYRES SCREECH

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.

I can't see.

Can we get ice cream now?

HE SNIFFS AND COUGHS

THUNDER RUMBLES

PHONE LINE RINGS

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!

Batter 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. Jesus Christ. Brown bread.

You might as well pick your plot, order the flowers for the funeral.

Didn't 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 30 pieces of silver?

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

Then one day he turned up.

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

no questions asked.

He 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 BUZZES

ON VIDEO: Fuck me, Bunny...

ON VIDEO: Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, Bunny!

Fuck me!

Whoo!

PAUL LAUGHS

Oh, my God, that was incredible.

Let's celebrate.

Voila. What's that? Coke?

Speed.

Keep you awake for at least a week.

SHE SNIFFS

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Clean and zesty.

Your turn.

HE SNIFFS AND EXHALES

Fresh. That's the good stuff.

How do you learn to rob cars? Like, does someone teach ya?

Ah, there's videos on YouTube and TikTok and all.

Stop!

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

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, fuck. I forgot.

Gitsy. Have you got another car yet?

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

I'm driving it now. Drop it off to her in the morning, will you?

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

First thing, yeah?

I promised her you'd get it. I said yeah. Now, fuck off, Gitsy.

Who's Ma Baker?

Someone I'm getting off my back.

There's no ice cream in here.

We'll get you some, Waldo Jr.

Hurry up with that, will ye?

Come on.

Are we not going to go after your Jag, Uncle Wes?

Not just yet, no.

Why not?

A car's 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 in good enough time.

What's important is we find Grinner.

Because of my da?

Because of your da.

HE SNIFFS

MUSIC: Approachable by Gurriers

# Damn!

# I was born in the wrong era... #

Fuck me, this shit's 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? Ya.

PAUL LAUGHS

You're going to need stitches on that.

Do you 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'll have to do ya.

What's this, The Princess And The Pea?

Where are you going to be? Doesn't matter where I fucking be.

I'll be through there.

Thanks.

What are you thanking me for?

You're a copper, and you're helping me.

I'll put in for a medal, so...

You didn't have to. You could've 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?

Goodnight, Marion.

Look, Bunny...

What?

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

Give it here.

# Feels so good to see your

# Skin... #

Done? Mm-hm.

PAUL SIGHS

# Give me things to think... #

WHISPERING: Sorry.

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

Where did he fuck off to?

Mountjoy.

The prison?

What did he do?

He, er...

He killed me ma.

Jesus.

It's whatever.

How old 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...

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.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

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.

I could have died.

But I pulled through.

As you can see.

Sorry.

I can't.

Do you not...? Do you not like me? SHE LAUGHS

I do like you.

I...I really like you.

I just can't.

HE SIGHS

WHISPERING: 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?

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

I'm that worried.

Bunny! Oh, fuck! All right, then!

HE SIGHS

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 any more, anyhow.

Well, she had her eye on a young buck.

A young...

..buck.

Yes, a young buck.

A strapping farm hand with strong arms and...

..a wide back.

That's it, Bunny.

I can picture him now.

And one evening,

the old farmer was late coming back from selling cattle at the mart.

And she invited the young farm hand into the kitchen for a drop of tea.

But it was more than tea he wanted from the young farmer's wife.

SHE SIGHS

WHISPERING: 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.

VOICE TREMBLING: Oh, God. Oh, God...

And she turned from the sink and caught him looking at her...

..bare legs.

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...

Oh, Jesus.

HE UNZIPS TROUSERS

SHE SIGHS

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

..the muscular young farm hand 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...

SHE MOANS

..he ran his massive fucking shovel hand

right up her inside leg and she...

What did she do? What did 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, currant-y cake.

Everything except the Kerrygold butter,

which he squished up in his massive fucking shovel hand.

BEDSPRINGS CREAK RHYTHMICALLY "You're fucking mine now," says he!

Oh, sweet Jesus, mother of fuckin' Divine.

Sweet Jesus, mother of fuckin' Divine!

SHE MOANS

BEDSPRINGS FALL SILENT

SHE SIGHS

Is my phone charged yet, do you think?

Only I wanted to see if Maurice had called.

HE SIGHS

Fuck ye anyway, Marion.

KNOCKING

How long have you been standing there?

A bit.

Dirty bastard.

I'm the dirty bastard?

Oh, fuck off!

Any chance of a drink of water?

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 2. 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.

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

Maurice...

..do you know what the Bible says? HE CLICKS FINGERS

An eye for an eye.

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

Here. Thanks.

PHONE LINE RINGS

Maurice? It's ringing.

MAURICE: Hello.

Maurice, is that you?

Are you OK, Maurice?

What?

Are you OK, 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.

GULLS CRY, DOG BARKS

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 all right.

I mean...

..I liked it.

You did?

Yeah. I did, yeah.

It didn't really seem like you liked it.

SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

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 want to...

Can we go for breakfast somewhere? I'll get it for us.

Really?

Yeah.

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

PAUL LAUGHS

MARION: 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.

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

Now, we need to go.

OMINOUS MUSIC

BRAKES SQUEAL

My head's a bit messed up...

..from a thing that happened...

..when I was in care.

I was...

I was...

Like...

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 my head.

Otherwise...

..I start havin' bad memories, start thinkin' about things and...

..it 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?

You ever... Did you ever go for counselling?

You just let it lie?

HE SIGHS

He 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 biting him, but...

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Well, I don't know.

I'm glad you told me.

I owed you an explanation, like. No.

You all right for another coffee?

Yeah. Thanks.

Right. I'll be back in a second.

Here you go. Thank you. All right, thanks.

Right, well, the situation is...

..I've no money.

I left my 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 eight euros.

We leg it?

What?

Hey! Hey!

Do you want to give me a driving lesson? Now? Yeah.

I've 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 going to 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...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... Please, trust me now...

Please, don't do... I don't like people who disappoint me.

GUNSHOT

Fuck... Jack there disappointed me once too often.

Now, Gitsy...

..would you like to find Paul for me?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Good boy.

Gino, was that a caravan that just drove down the fucking street?

Er, I think so, boss.

Fucking bingo.

Next left here.

You missed it.

Ah, fuck. Sorry.

You're grand. Take the next one here.

OK.

Are we going somewhere?

It's a surprise.

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...

No, wait.

I want to fuck him up.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Oh, my God, what is this place?

Looks like a charity shop for weirdos.

This place was always fucking creepy.

Who's your one?

Doesn't seem like he's here.

So weird.

It fucking stinks in here.

What do you think?

Let's fuck this place up.

MUSIC: Tell Me by Chalk

# 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"

# Tell me

# Tell me now

# Tell me

# Tell me

# Tell me now

# Just tell me now

# Tell me now

# Tell me. #

I am fucked.

GRINNER, WHISPERING: I think I'm in trouble.

What's wrong with ya?

I think...I might be having a heart attack.

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

Ah, you've got a great bedside manner.

So I've been told.

BRIDGET: 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 and rob one of them?

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

Well, if one's unlocked...

ALARM BLARES

Whoa!

Stop with the bleedin' car alarms, will ya?

PHONE RINGS

Oh.

What?

MARION: 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 going to die?

HE MOUTHS

Grinner. Not if you get here with the medicine.

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

Wait, what does he need?

Flecainide. Or barring that, try and get your hands on beta blockers.

Where will I get that?

You know where.

GRINNER WHEEZES

Right. Come on.

Come on. If we save Grinner, doesn't the treasure solve everything?

Come on, let's find a bus.

HE SIGHS

Come on!

They're gone.

You won't need that.

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

Oh, your bleedin' room...

Fucking animals.

Sorry, Bridget.

All your books an' all.

HE TUTS

It's horrible.

Do you not have your own clothes?

I kind of feel like they're dirty now.

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.

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

Not long now.

You thought any more 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 CHIMES AND BUZZES

Oh!

SHAKILY: Oh, God!

What is it?

Ah...

They've got Maurice.

MAURICE SCREAMS

Sorry, Marion.

PHONE CHIMES AND BUZZES

TEARFULLY: What does it say?

Is...is he dead?

He's alive.

They want to swap him for Grinner.

Oh...

It'll be a trap.

You all good? We're done here. Come on.

OK...

Hmm...

Oh, yeah.

The old people? What for?

I'm taking them with me.

My old life's kind of fucked,

so it feels like there's nothin' else for it -

I'm going to go after the treasure.

Are you sure?

It feels like I'd better be.

PHONE BUZZES

Wait, wait.

Bunny just dropped me a pin.

Looks like we're headed to Wicklow.

In what?

BRIDGET GASPS

In Matron's stupid fancy car.

Ah, look at you.

You want to drive?

Yeah.

MUSIC: All In Your Head by Caleb Kunle

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 could rob a bank.

I'm not robbing a bank!

You've only just learned to bleedin' drive.

I've a feeling I was born for this.

# Oh, my, I found it in my soul... #

BEES BUZZ

Don't worry, ladies.

They didn't hurt ya.

Not to worry.

Mama's here now.

Gently, gently.

MOANING

Ah, there ya are.

It's been an age.

And who's your little friend?

BUZZING INTENSIFIES

HE MOANS

TYRES SCREECH, CRASHING

BUNNY: Wesley wants Grinner. We want Maurice.

It's a straightforward swap.

HORN BLARES, BRIDGET SCREAMS

What the fuck?!

MARION: Where the hell are you

and why aren't you here yet with the drugs?

We want the man patched up and alive.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

Change of plan. Wesley Swanson's here.

WESLEY: 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 youse half of it.

Jewels, piles of gold coins.

Time to dig.