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Do I look like I give a bollix?

I don't give a rat's what he does.

DARREN: He's got some balls,
I'll give him that.

TOMMY: Man, if Jimmy has got wind he's
back, he's not going to stick around.

Here, what do you want to do?

I'll ring Nidge.
I'll call you later, right?

> Rosie?

Are you free?

I'll see if I can take an early
lunch.

I'll wait for you.

ROSIE: Darren, I can't keep doing
this. It isn't right.

I know, I'm sorry.

Look, I just want to be straight with
you.

I had to leave, but I could have
asked you to come with me.

Thank you.

Why are you saying 'thank you'? Because
it's the first time you've said it.

I didn't want you to come with me.

And I know you think it's because of
the gun... I don't think that.

What did you think?

I think...

it was a first big love for both of
us and that was enough,

until you thought maybe it wasn't
enough.

And how could you know if I was the great love
of your life if you didn't try other loves?

Was it something like that?

It's a bit late now, Darren,
you know?

So you and...
What do you want me to say?

You think it's easier for me?

To tell you the truth, it's not.

But I'll tell you,
no, it's not the same.

Him and me.

I like him, that's it.

Does that make you feel better?

No.

You left me. I know.

And I was on my own, and he was the next
guy who came along and was nice to me

and that's it.

And now I'm having a baby with him
and it's too late for anything else.

And you know that. It's not too late.
Yeah, it is.

I don't care whose baby it is.
What's that supposed to mean?

I don't care whose baby this is?
She's mine.

And I'm going to love her like
a mother loves her child.

And what? Are you telling me you'll
be able to love her that way?

With the same big love as me?

Knowing that it's his and not yours?

And don't lie.

Don't lie to me, Darren.

HUGHIE: The fridge is stocked.

Big bag of weed, load of banger.

Alright, we'll have a couple of
beers and kick back.

No, I'll get home. I'm wrecked.

I always get sick after being on
planes. Dirty things they are.

What's dirty is those dirt birds in
Prague. C'mon. No.

No? Good luck.

PAT: There's bargains to be had if
you have the cash.

JOHN BOY: Yeah, but how does this
protect me from CAB?

I mean, any money I have in any
account, they'll just say

proceeds of crime.

I might as well write them out
a cheque right now. Yeah.

And what will happen? The settlement
will be 10 percent max.

I told you this before.

And you end up effectively with
a tax clearance cert.

In the UK, they take everything off
you, end of story.

You wouldn't be allowed to make
a settlement.

And you think this is the way to go,
yeah?

You don't have to do anything with
it.

Keep it in cash if you want.
Bury it in the ground.

Yeah, but I'm asking you.

Is buying a load of cut-price
property a good thing?

Look, the thing about buying distressed assets is
that you're buying them for as good as nothing.

But what do I know?
It's an option.

Do you think it's sexy?
You look stunning, Trish.

I'm worried it's a bit too upmarket
for Nigel!

I was showing him this website
and he says

are you not getting the classy gear?

And I said, you mean a stripper,
Nigel?

No, he says, I'm just saying.

I'm not getting up in that shit for
my wedding night.

I'll wear the stockings alright.
He goes mad for the stockings.

They all do.

You think I look sexy enough then?
Yeah, for sure.

Do you know what I'm going to do,
though, to make it special? No.

Two weeks before and he's not
getting any.

I'm going to make him wait.
(MARY LAUGHS)

He'll go up the wall.

I'll be a born again virgin.
Yeah, right.

You were never a virgin.

Who are you going to bring?
I don't know. It's too much hassle.

You could always not book a room and you'd
have to share a bunk with Tommy. Stop!

What? That's what weddings are for.

I never see him anyway.

I don't want to just jump him on the
night. Yeah?

Well, we could always sort that one
easy enough.

Are you alright? Yeah.

What's up with you? A bit wired.

You need to get some sleep.
I can't.

It's like the penguins of Madagascar
are living in my head. Yap yap yap.

Shut up, will yous!

Take a Tamazi or something.
Elephant twanks is what I need.

Going to Amsterdam tomorrow? Yeah.

Need me to do anything?
No, you're good.

CHORAL MUSIC.

Hi, I'm Yvonne. Nice to meet you.

This is Trish, my fiancee.

Would you like to follow me through?

CHORAL MUSIC.

And this is the Gold Room.

It's beautiful.

So generally, what couples do is
they have the guests arrive here

for about 2:30 or 3 for the drinks
reception.

And if you like, we can offer
different canape selections.

What sort of canapes do you do?
We have different options.

Black pudding and apple tartlet,
Thai chicken kebabs.

Tiger prawns in filo pastry are
always popular.

It's beautiful.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS.

Are you going to take that, Nigel?
Sorry.

Yeah, Darren?

If you'd like to follow me,
we could talk about available dates.

What's the story?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, no worries, I'll sort that.
I can get a van.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Seeya later on.

This is for you.

As I said, all the different options
are in the brochure

so you can take that with you.

I have to go. Are we right?
What's the panic?

I've to get going. Come on.

So that's us booked in then?
I'll put you down in the book

and all I need now is the deposit
and the date is confirmed.

How much is the deposit?
It's 2,000 euro.

2 grand? You don't have to pay me
now.

You can drop a cheque into me next
week, if you like.

No, no, I can give it to you now.

There's one.

There's two, okay? Thank you. Bye.
Thanks.

Niggas is mad, I get more butt
than ash trays.

Fuck the fair one,
I get mine the fast way,

the ski mask way,
uhh, ransom notes.

Far from handsome, but damn
a nigga tote, What ya' tote

more guns than roses.

Foes is shaking in their boots,
invisible bullies like The Gooch

disappear... vamoose...
you're wack to me,

take them rhymes back to the
factory.

I see the gimmicks,
the wack lyrics,

the shit is depressing, pathetic,
please forget it...

Aaagh!

Come on, ya...!

Agh!

Jesus, get off me!

Darren!

Aw, get away from my eyes!
My fucking eyes!

Aw! Aw!

My eyes! Get off me!

Get the door, get the door!

It wasn't me! Get him up!

It wasn't me.
I swear on my child's life.

You would say that, wouldn't you?

He's a lying rat, Darren.
I'm not lying, I swear to God.

You were heard mouthing off about
it, saying it was you.

Yeah, I didn't say anything.

I don't believe you.

Why did you go to London then? Cos I
knew yous would all think it was me.

Think about it, I wouldn't be back
if it was. I'm not that stupid.

You were going around saying you
were going to kill Robbie.

Yeah, well, look what he did to my
face. But it doesn't mean I done it.

You know it wasn't me, Darren.
Otherwise you wouldn't be asking me.

Please, I swear to God, Darren!

I swear on my child's life.
That's all I can say.

It wasn't me killed your brother.
Darren?

I'm suing the prison, man.
I'm suing the prison.

Darren?

Solicitor reckons I can get over
100,000. Look.

I should be thanking your brother.

TOMMY: So you think Jimmy did it? NIDGE:
What does it matter what I think?

He said it wasn't him, didn't he?
Yeah, but you heard it WAS him.

No, I didn't.
I didn't hear anything.

Who said it to you it was him?

Look, don't put me in the middle of
it. In the middle of what?

Who said what. Who said this, who
said that, blah blah bullshit.

What do I know?
Nothing, that's what I know.

I'm saying we should have got it over
and done with and get on with things.

I don't have time for this.
I've a wedding, you know?

I don't know who did it,
end of story.

because the devil's trying to
break me down.

Jesus walks with me,
with me, with me, with me.

Alright, brother?

You know what the Midwest is?

Young and restless, where restless
might snatch your necklace,

and next these might jack your
Lexus,

somebody tell these who Kanye West
is.

I walk through the valley of the
Chi where death is,

top floor, the view alone will
leave you breathless. Uhhhh!

Try to catch it. Uhhhh!

It's kinda hard getting choked by
detectives, yeah yeah.

Now check the method, they be
asking us questions, harass and...

DOORBELL RINGS.

Howya, Mrs Green, how are you doing?
Howya, Nigel.

Eric is upstairs with his father.
Lovely, thanks a million.

Howya. Alright? How's it going?

What's the story?
That's it, Da.

Have this here for you, Gerry.
Good man.

Would yous like a cup of tea, lads?
No, I'm good. Thanks, Gerry.

Tommy? Not for me, Gerry. Thanks.

Did you watch the match last night? Recorded it.
Gonna watch it tonight.

Why, where were you?

We had Jimmy Byrne in the back of
a van.

And Darren let him go.
Serious? What did he do that for?

> Eric, your cousin is here.
You'd better get a move on.

I'm coming now, Da.

Darren let him go? You're joking.
No.

He thinks it isn't him.

Who else could it be?

DARREN: Howyas.

MARY: Ah, it's Uncle Sleepyhead.

Are you okay? Yeah, yeah.

We're going to the swimming pool
later. Do you want to come?

It would be good for the head.

Trish is bringing Warren.
Oh, I'll come then.

Will you? No.

It could be a family day, you know?

You could ask Nidge to come and
whatever. Maybe Tommy.

Tommy is not family.

Forget about it.
It doesn't matter.

Would it not just be easier to meet
him in the pub?

Will you bring him?

Yeah.

But will you make sure Nidge comes?

I don't want it to be like...
a set-up. No, no.

I'll tell him the truth.
It's a family day out.

JOHN BOY: Is it bagged?
> Of course it is.

It's in 500 euro notes like you
asked.

Have you told him where to meet me
when he gets to Amsterdam?

Yeah, he knows.

This should be watertight, but if Podsy
gets stopped, his money is all he has.

He can say it's not his bag.
He's clean.

It doesn't matter what he says,
he'll get off. Yeah, I know.

I know YOU know. I want you to make
sure HE knows. I said it to him.

He gets his kip and he goes straight
to the hotel and meet you there.

Yeah, and if his plane gets delayed, I don't want
him coming up to me in the airport or anything.

I don't want him anywhere near me.
I told him that.

Did you hear about last night?
Aw, don't talk to me.

Go on, get out of here.

I was thinking we should set up
a debt collection agency.

Make a packet. Yeah? Yeah.

Call it Repoman, yeah?

What do you think? Nah.

Why not? Small potatoes.
Waste of time. Widows and orphans.

Are you driving me to the airport?
Doing the big potato run?

What happened to you?

Last night.

Nothing. I can't remember.

The sock came off anyway.

Some English thick was singing.
Got the cue ball.

I'll tell you what.

I'll drive, you can drive it back.

Come on.

MUSIC.

Alright?

Is Nigel coming?
Said he was, yeah.

Ah great! I asked him to come
and he won't.

You ask him and he's here in
a shot.

When did you get that done?

The day after.

What do you think?

I love it.

I like the Speedos, Nidge.

What's wrong with them?
I'm saying I like them.

Is something wrong with them?
No, there's nothing wrong with them.

Ah, fuck yous!

BOLLIX!

JOHN BOY: I can't believe they let
him go. It makes me look like a sap.

Yeah, but what if he didn't do it?

Well, he's been going around town
saying that he did do it, hasn't he?

Mouthing off. Yeah.

He's going to be mouthing off again
now, isn't he? Yeah.

What's wrong with him?

If you want, I could sort it out.

He won't talk his way out of it with
me, so he won't. It'll be done.

I could do it on my own.

It would be the last thing Jimmy
Byrne would be expecting now.

Nah, you'd go mouthing off to one of
them. I won't, I swear.

You can do it on your own?
Piece of piss.

Whack, whack, whack, yeah?

And you'd be out of the country.

MUSIC.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, if there's a smile on my
face,

it's only there trying to fool the
public.

But when it comes down to fooling
you,

now honey, that's quite a
different subject.

But don't let my glad expression

give you the wrong impression.

Really I'm sad, sad, sad...

You can't beat it. Yeah.

Great view. Yeah.

That's Trish.

Is that Trish? You know it is.
No, I don't.

Where am I supposed to look?
Somewhere else.

Okay, look over there then.

Now you're looking at Darren's Mary.

Darren, he's looking at your sister.

Where are you going?
I'll be back in a minute.

I've been thinking.

If we can start again,

would you?

Darren, it's too late.

But I'm saying if.

If we could start again,
do you feel that... Big love?

Yeah.

Is that still there?

I don't know.

Just don't stay with someone you
don't love.

I didn't say what I meant to say
before. What do you mean?

I mean when you asked me could I love
your child as if it was my own,

and I had to think about that.

And what I should have said is
what I'm going to say now.

I don't care who the father is.

If it's your child, I will love her
like it's my own blood

and love her and fight for her and do
everything that you're supposed to do,

because it's not too late.

That's what I wanted to say.

Will you think about it?

MUSIC.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello? Martin, it's Hugh-bo.

Come here, how much do you owe me?
I don't know, but...

I'm not looking for it now. I'm
asking how much you still owe me.

I'll have to add it up now.

I'll tell you what. I'll knock a few quid
off if you can help me out with something.

Right so, what is it?
Ah, you know. Same as before.

I'll call you back later, Martin.

I'm going to go for a sauna.
Yeah, sounds like a plan.

Go on. Go on!

I'll look after the kids.

Go on!

...styles to get wicked,

so come on as cypress starts to
kick it.

Cuz we're like the outlaw striding
where suckers are hiding.

Jump behind the bush when they see
me driving by.

Hanging out the window
with my magnum

taking out some puto's,
acting kinda loco.

I'm just another local kid from the
street getting paid for my vocals.

Here is something you can't
understand,

how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't
understand,

how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't
understand.

How I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't
understand,

how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't
understand,

how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't
understand...

> This way.
C'mon, girls, let's get changed.

We have to get up.

(BABY CRYING)

Good boy. Aw, poor thing.

Have a little mouthful. Aw!

DOORBELL RINGS.

Who's that? I'll get it.

No!

THREE GUNSHOTS.

GUNSHOT.

Ugh!

Aw, Jesus!

GUNSHOT

(BABY CRYING)

MUSIC.

CAR EXPLODES.

HUGHIE: Slow down, will you, Martin?
You'll get us arrested.

I can't, I'm pumping.
(HUGHIE LAUGHS)

MUSIC.

Looks cool, man.

Wouldn't like to live here
but it's alright.

It's like going on holiday.

This used to be the grandfather's.

You know the travellers.

When they died, they often used to like to
get burned in the caravan. Jesus, no way!

They'd be laid out in the caravan

and the caravan and everything would
be burnt.

So it would be like they'd have
a caravan in the next life.

Jesus, that's mad.

How come you didn't burn this one
then? Waste of money.

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

MARY: Howya. DARREN: Alright?

Where did you run off to?
I was seeing Rosie.

And? Yeah, it's all good, I think.
Good.

Did you get me something in the
chemist?

Aw, I completely forgot. I'm sorry.

Forget it. No, I'll go.

I asked you already, you didn't
get it, forget about it.

Would you not leave your dirty
tissues lying around?

Missed.

What did you do that for?

It's unhygienic. Is it, yeah?

(ROSIE SIGHS)

There.

What you want, baby I got it...

Jaysus, would you look at this.

TRISH: He wants to go into the
toilet.

Can you not bring him?
He wants you to bring him.

Sake!

Howya, Warren. Howya, Siobhan.

What are you doing here?
Same as yous.

Does your da know you're out looking
like that?

TRISH: Nigel, will you bring him to
the toilet, please?

Hiya, Siobhan. Hiya.

How are you? Yeah, grand.

So are yous going out later on?
I don't know. Maybe.

Seeya.

You should check your messages.

TEXT MESSAGE BEEPS.

MUSIC.

What!

I can't believe that right hook you
gave your man.

It's the boxing.

It was funny. Martin has a gun.

What does Martin need a gun for,
he'll knock the bollix off instead.

Let's get wasted.

STUMPY: It's my house.

Yeah, well done, it's your house.

Well, it IS my house.
I can do whatever I want in it.

Yeah, it's your house. So what?
Yeah, it IS.

I went to the auctioneers.
I bought it.

Where the fuck were you when I was
doing all that?

What's wrong with you?
There's nothing wrong with me.

I pay the mortgage.
It's my house.

Will you stop saying that like some
psycho, 'it's my house'.

But it IS my house.
It's not yours.

Do you know what?
It doesn't matter.

You're right, it isn't my house.
I was thinking that myself anyway.

Get out of my way.
Where are you going?

I want to get out of your house.
Don't push me!

Agh! Don't push me,
you little bitch!

Oh!

Come here to me!

No!

(ROSIE MOANS QUIETLY)

(MESSAGE ON TANNOY)

(JOHN BOY WHISTLES)

How are you doing?

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

KNOCK ON DOOR.

TRISH: What is it?
NIDGE: It's nothing.

What? I'll be out before teatime.

KNOCK ON DOOR.

Seeya later, babe.

MUSIC.

CAR STARTS UP.

BUZZER RINGS LOUDLY.

You're going to have to leave.
Are you kicking me out?

I'm getting raided,
do you understand?

Get your clothes on.

And don't say this to anyone, yeah?
Especially not to Nidge.

He wouldn't mind.

Yes, he would.

(SNORING)

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

DOORBELL RINGS.

You should take a look at this.

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

MUSIC

> Yeah? John Boy?

I need you to help me out.

MUSIC.

Do you have anything for a sick
stomach?

MUSIC.

MUSIC BUILDS UP.

MUSIC.

You're a fool, Stumpy,
you know that?

What did you go and do that for?
It was an accident.

Huh.

It's Apartment 6, second floor.

One week.

Do you think she'll be alright?

How would I know?
I wasn't there, was I?

Go on.

I said go on.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS.

JOHN BOY: Hughie man, where are you?
Call me back, will you? Alright?

Just give me a call, bro.
I need to talk to you.

I said I'd be out.
Waste of time, all this.

(HE SPITS)

MUSIC.

TRISH: He's an animal.
NIDGE: Yeah.

Does Darren know yet? I don't know.

You should ring him. Darren?
Ring him and tell him.

Are you not going to ring him? He's
probably still in the cop shop.

She could be dead by tomorrow.
Look, I don't want to get involved.

My phone is dead anyway.

I'll ring Mary, then.

DARREN: Where is she now?

Okay.

Did you not read that yet? No.

It says John Boy had Jimmy Byrne
shot and that Hughie did it.

Hello, I'm looking for information on
a patient there, please.

No, I'm not a relative,
I'm a close friend.

(HUGHIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's me. Where are you?

Are you alright? Yeah.

Hughie, listen, don't talk to me
about anything on the phone

but it's all good, yeah?
Yeah? Yeah, it is.

They questioned me for a bit
but they had to let me go

because I did nothing wrong,
do you know what I'm saying?

Hughie?

Did you see the paper? Don't mind
that bullshit in the papers, Hughie.

That's just coppers stirring it up, spreading
shit to their shithead mates in the press.

Are you listening to me?

"Gardai believe that the gang leader may now
also kill the man he hired to shoot Byrne."

It's nothing but lies,
do you hear me, Hughie?

You're my brother.
Yeah, half-brother.

You're my brother, Hughie.

"The gunman, who is a close relative
of the gang leader,

"is a volatile drug user

"who will now be regarded by him
as a liability." Lies, all lies.

That's what they want,
to make you all paranoid.

That's what they want, Hughie.
Don't let them win.

Do you want to let them win?

I'll keep my mouth shut,
you know that. I'm not a liability.

Hughie, don't be talking to me on
the phone. You're my brother.

You're my blood, do you hear me?

You're letting them win
if you believe that crap.

You're my brother. How come
all this is in the paper then?

Don't be talking to me about this on
the phone, yeah?

It's got nothing to do with us unless
somebody was talking to somebody, you know?

I'll call you back. Hughie...?

Hughie?

MUSIC.

MUSIC

(HE GROANS)

Drink up.

Martin, I thought you said you could
drink.

Drink what?

Wakey-wakey, Martin!

DARREN: Five minutes is all I need.

Can I not get her a message?

I only want to find out if she's
okay.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Who were you talking to,
you ratting knacker!

You've been nattering to the cops,
Martin. Natter, natter, natter. No.

I didn't talk to anyone.

Want some of this, huh?
Come on, Martin, let's go party.

Another sock to go back in?

This is your last chance, Martin.
Who did you have your natter with?

Nobody, I swear.

Did you tell anybody about the last
time, Martin,

when you got the car for me,
did you?

Martin?

What are you smiling at?

Martin, did you tell someone,
did you? Martin?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS.

Hughie? Hey, bro.

Listen, I kind of fucked up.

MARY: Is she going to be okay?

They won't let him in. Why not?

They said only family are allowed.

Will they not even tell him how she
is? No. So what's he doing?

He's going to wait until he sees her sister
or her mother or someone from the family,

go in with them.

Poor Rosie.

CAR APPROACHING.

MUSIC.

What did you go and do this for?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Yeah? Were you seen? No.

Are you sure?

Yeah? No-one else knows you were
here?

Come here.

OMINOUS MUSIC.

Will I throw some on Martin?

Take your clothes off.

Put these on. Thanks, bro.

I kind of fucked up before as well.
Yeah?

I sort of shot Robbie.

What?

What did you fucking say?

Fucking asshole!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Did you say that to anyone? No.

Anyone? No.

I might have said 'Robbie was a prick'
to different people... sort of. Why?

I don't know, I'm a big mouth. No!

Why did you kill him?

He made a cock of me.
Yeah? Yeah, he tried to.

But I wasn't going to let him.
So I didn't.

He owed me money from before he was
inside

and I kept after it from him
and he wasn't giving it back to me.

Sent a text and all. Ignoring
me, he was. How much?

How much did he owe you? 300.

300? 300 what?

Euros.

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

MUSIC.

TRISH: What are you looking at now?

American soldiers getting their
heads cut off in Iraq. It's mad.

That's sick!

Well, it's not me doing it.

Did you call Darren yet?
I can't find my charger, can I?

It's beside the bed.

I was going to order in.
Are you hungry? Yeah.

What would you like, Indian or Thai?
Thai.

Newspapers, look at this! Trying to start
a gang war, is that what they're at?

Hughie, shut up, will you?

You should take a shower,
get rid of all them clothes.

MUSIC.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS.

I have another number I want you to
call me back on. No.

What do you want to say, Darren?
Jimmy Byrne, yeah?

Nothing to do with me,
if anyone is listening in there,

but he had it coming to him,
didn't he?

You live by the sword,
you die by the sword.

He had nothing to do with Robbie.
Well, you can believe what you want

but you know yourself he was
mouthing off around town about it.

I remember you said that before.
Hughie heard that, didn't he?

Yes, he did.

Yeah.

WAR DRUM BEAT.

My advice to you would be to forget
about Hughie. He killed Robbie.

Darren, hello? THREE GUNSHOTS.

HUGHIE: I wasn't expecting it
at all.

Do you know what this means? He's
going around geared up, good to go.

We're going to get him.

I don't want you to kill him.

I want him to feel pain.

CHEERING.

CAR HORN TOOTS.

Oh man!

I was looking for you.

DARREN: Alright?
MARY: Seen Tommy?

He went to get smokes for me.

But why would they come here if
you're not here? They won't.

You don't know that.

This is all going to be over soon.