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I feel very...

...fragile.

I don't know.

I can't even say his name.

I always thought that by the time I was this age, I'd be...

I never thought I'd be here.

With no place to just... be.

I don't even want to go to London.

Do you know what I want to do?

I want to live in an empty house somewhere,

just go to sleep.

It's stupid.

If you want, I'll go to London with you.

If you want.

Two bottles of wine and I'm not even drunk.

What time is it?

It's half four.

- I have to be at the airport in three hours. - I'll take you.

- Can I tell you something? - Yeah.

I know you lost Robbie.

But people think that just cos the baby wasn't born yet, it's like...

...it doesn't matter?

And I know they don't mean to, but they say the most horrible things.

My sister.

I know she means well but I'm in the hospital

and she's telling me about her miscarriage at two months

and she's like... I know how it feels, and all,

and it would be worse if the baby... was born and then she died.

At least I didn't get to know her.

But I did know her.

I knew her and I didn't get to see her.

I knew who she was.

She had her own little soul, you know?

And I'm...

I'd be brushing her hair and I'd say...

100 brush strokes for a little princess.

And I'd have my hand on her head and I'd be brushing her hair...

...and she'd just be staring straight ahead in her own little world.

And I'd take her shopping to buy little dresses.

She wasn't even allowed to breathe.

And I know she could feel it.

She was terrified, the poor little thing.

And when I woke up...

..I knew she was gone.

I don't want you to kill him.

Because then I'd be tied to him forever.

But I've been thinking about it

and I know what I want.

I want him...

...to feel pain.

Stumpy?

Girls, could you go in and watch TV, please?

What happened to your hands?

- Stumpy's head. - Aw, Darren!

You asked, I'm telling you.

He got off' lucky. If it was up to me, it would have been worse.

I found this upstairs.

Shit! Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - That's not good enough.

How could you do this?

Keep something like this in the house after the last time?

I can't even begin to tell you how pissed off I am, Darren.

- I am sorry, Mary. - You're sorry? That's no use to me.

One of the girls could have found it. Did you think about that?

The house could have been raided I could go to prison and have my kids taken off' me.

I swear, I meant to find a place for it.

I want you to be safe.

But you can't.

I need you to move out, for a while, anyway.

This is a nightmare. What am I supposed to do?

Are they coming? Are they not coming?

- Are you gonna answer me? - What can I do?

- Tell me, are they coming? - They didn't say they weren't.

What's wrong with being decent and having the common courtesy to RSVP? (Red Sandstone Varied Productions)

Do you know which one of them is coming?

- Well, Mary is one of your... - Bridesmaids.

So I'd say Darren is coming.

And John Boy and Hughie, they'd all just go on different sides of the room.

- You could always ask them not to come. - I couldn't do that, could I?

What are you looking at me like that for?

Hoo-hah!

- See you later. - See you later.

Here, Nidge, before you go. What do you think of my wedding suit?

Why would you need that? Darren's not coming, is he?

Is he?

Um... Mary is bridesmaid so...

Look, I'll put yous on other sides of the room.

You're not putting me at the back of the room,

with the aunties, uncles and cousins that you don't know.

No, man, I'll put you at the top table, if you want.

- I don't think so, Nidge. - What do you mean?

- I'm not coming. - John Boy!

- No, it's okay Don't worry about it. - No, no.

Mary is Trishs bridesmaid so I can't tell her she can't have her.

- I know I said don't worry about It. - But I want you to come.

But I'm not coming, am I?

Whatever you think, man,

but if you could make it, that would be... you know.

- Yeah. - That would be great.

Right, see you later.

Do you not think it's a bad idea going to the wedding?

Mary's going so I'm not letting her go on her own.

- Don't go if you don't want to. - No, I'm coming.

There you go, brother.

Do you think he can hear you?

What do you think?

Who do you reckon smokes them, then?

Winos.

- Alright? - Ah, there you are.

Danielle, this is Nigel.

- He's here for the back, sac and crack. - What?

How many Brazilians have I had for you?

It's the least you can do.

- I'm only joking. - Yeah.

I've a bit of good news.

- The others aren't coming. - Really?

Yeah, so there's be no hassle.

- What did you say? - I said... you know.

Aw, baby!

There, you're all done.

Want to come through to the tanning room?

Do I have to?

That's out of order? I don't see why he goes and we don't get to go.

If you want to go, go. I didn't want to go, anyway.

Yeah, but Nidge should have barred Darren.

- What's wrong with you? Headache? - Yeah.

What you need is a good massage.

There's this one I went to last week, lovely Chinese bird up the road.

Gives you a rub and tug. Unbelievable!

She's about 60 but the heat from her hands, it's from doing that Tat Chi.

She lets you have a kip there afterwards as well.

Elmo, man, you're hilarious.

Seriously man, you should go.

- Elmo, like to make some money? - Yeah, sure.

Get your teeth fixed up for you as well, get them capped and whitened. Howe that?

What do I have to do?

- You?'e so right, Nidge, you've no idea. - I do.

All them in one room together? It would have been ruined.

I told you, I sorted it.

You look hot.

- What do you reckon? - No.

- Ah, go on. - No.

- Not with Danielle out there. - We can lock the door.

- No, the wedding's tomorrow. - Please!

No, I told you, I'm a born again virgin.

- I want the wedding night to be special. - I'll be quick.

- No! That's really romantic! - I'm begging you.

You're being pathetic now.

You can stay as long as you like.

- Here. - Cheers, man. I'll get one out.

I have to get my bag out of the boot.

- Hi ya. - Alright?

Listen, I'm sorry.

No, you've nothing to be sorry about, Mary. I wasn't thinking. I was being stupid.

I'm gonna kip at Tommy's... Fuck!

Darren?

Darren! Darren, answer me. Darren, hello?

Jaysus!

Get rid of that, will you? Go on!

- Will you be alright? - Yeah. Ring Mary, make sure she's okay.

Go on, Tommy, move!

- Ah, Elmo! - I'm sorry, Darren.

Hello, can I have an ambulance, please?

Just off Harcourt Place. Hurry please. Thank you.

- I'm going to be alright, aren't I? - Yeah.

There's an ambulance on the way. They'll look after you.

- I won't say anything. - I know you won't. Here.

Put this on there. It'll stop the bleeding.

Hold it. Hold it there. It'll stop the bleeding.

It's gonna be okay Elmo. I have to go.

That little ratbag. The dirty poxy...!

I swear I'll rip him apart.

I wasn't expecting it at all. Do you know what this means?

- He's going around geared up! - Hughie.

- We need to be on our feet. - Don't worry about it.

- He wasn't trying to clip you, was he? - We're going to get him.

We should take a crack at him at the wedding. He won't expect that.

I mean, it'll be pissing on Nidge's day and all, but... he'll get over it.

If she wants separate rooms, I can't see why I don't get the big one instead of this.

Not until my wedding night. Bullshit!

Alright?

See? That's what I should be wearing.

Instead of getting dressed up like the Queens butler.

Look, don't be cutting yourself up about this. It's not your fault.

- Elmo knows he should've stayed out of it. - Yeah.

- Here. - I'm not finished yet.

I'm not in the Army, am I?

- Look, he's gonna be okay, isn't he? - Yeah.

Then what are you worried about?

Oh, man, I don't need this.

Still no answer?

What do you think? Will we go get this bastard?

Are you mad? The place will be crawling with coppers.

Doesn't mean we don't just go to the wedding anyway.

- Serious? - Are you down for that?

- I'm down for whatever, brother? - Alright.

- Ah, ignore them, will you? - Lazy bastards!

Should be out arresting those wankers in the bank, hot harassing ordinary people.

- Got your buttonholes? - Yeah, Ma. See you later.

- Good luck. - Come on, ring boy!

- Right, Nidge, are you ready? - Yeah, c'mon, let's go.

What do they think is gonna happen, anyway?

- Will we get dressed up, then? - We will in our brown. Well go as we are.

If not for me, Nidge would be getting married near the Red Cow roundabout.

They'd have chips for their tea.

- What? - Red Cow roundabout.

He would! Red Cow roundabout for Nidge.

and then a caravan in Courtown for to do the dirty business with his dirtbird missus.

Think Nidge would've got Trish with no money?

No money? No, he wouldn't. And I gave him the money

- No money no honey for the Nidge man. - In the Red Cow roundabout.

Yeah, he really takes the shit out of me sometimes.

- Nidge man? - The Nidge weasel.

He thinks I can't see how he Is but I can. I see the Nidge weasel.

Right, will we go to this wedding or what?

- You'd love to hop his missus all the same. - Nidge's weasel hole.

Maybe tonight is the night to send a rat down that weasel hole.

One, two, three, four!

Lets take a piss.

John Boy stop the oar, will you? Pull over there. I'm fucking dying.

Don't piss on my alloys!

Yeah!

Here, you, get that into you, okay?

Come here.

Are you okay?

- Are you happy? - I'm happy.

Oh, man!

- I'm going inside, okay? - Yeah, okay Here, in you go.

- Ma, will you look after Warren for a sec? - Yes, of course I will.

Jesus, we should have gone to Vegas. I want to die.

Trish, calm down, it'll be fine.

Yeah, but what about you? Did you see Hughie out there?

I'm not going to do anything, am I? Pretend he doesn't exist, okay?

Alright, Nidge man?

Ha-ha!

- I have to take a piss. Where's the jacks? - Its in there somewhere.

He had a few cans on the way

- It's great you came. Changed your mind? - No.

- I wasn't invited - What?

What do you mean? Of course you were invited

- Ah, I wasn't invited - You were.

No, I wasn't.

But... what are you talking about? You know you were.

You said you weren't going to come.

You know that prick put Elmo in the hospital, yeah?

- Give us a break, will you? - Give you a break?

He shot Elmo, he wants Hughie dead and he's invited to your wedding.

Look, I'm not justifying what he done, okay?

But if someone opened up on you, you're gonna hit back.

What's that got to do with anything?

- Are you going to do something now? - What do you mean?

I mean here.

What do you think, I'm here to wreck your wedding, Nidge?

- Would Trish cut your balls off if I did? - Yeah.

I'm here for you, man.

Thanks, John Boy Thanks.

- You want to get off the fence, you know? - I know.

DO you?

Yeah.

Let's go over and say something.

Come on, let's go.

I see you're all enjoying yourselves.

- Did you all get enough to eat and drink? - I could eat you, Tush.

You look beautiful.

She looks beautiful, Nidge. You hit the jackpot there.

You weasel!

It's a great spread you have on, Trish. It must have cost you a fair whack.

Here, you don't have anything to worry about, Trish, yeah?

Nothing's going to happen. It's all cool, yeah?

Thanks, John Boy.

- Sure it's yow' big day isn't it? - Thanks.

Well see yous later.

Alright, lads?

Are you enjoying that?

Ignore 'em.

- Any shit and you're on your own tonight. - Okay

Are you having a good time? Yeah?

- Are you okay? - I have to get out of here.

I can't take it in there any more. The tension.

I can't stand looking at them.

Especially that...

He makes my skin crawl.

- Don't stay with me if you don't want to. - You're grand.

I just didn't want to be in there with them... looking at me.

- You know what the best cure for stress is. - Tommy!

- You are such a dirtbird. I can't believe you. - What?

You know what.

The innocent face on you and the cheek.

Trying it on when all this shit is going on.

You said you were stressed. I was just trying to offer a solution ls all.

We'll see.

- Know what else is good for stress? - What?

- Smokes. Have you got any? - No.

I'll get you some. I'll be back in a minute.

- I was looking for you. - How's it going?

- Gonna smoke a joint if you want to come. - Yeah, cool.

I'll have to make it quick, though.

- Where are we going? - Come on, I'll show you.

I don't know I've got to get cigarettes and go back in.

I've loads. I can give you some.

Tommy you dirtbird!

- Are you sharing this room? - With my sister.

Don't worry, last time I saw her, she was dancing with my da.

I'm smoking this, then I'm gone.

Aw, man, this is a bad idea.

Leave if you want.

- Alright? - Did you see Tommy?

He went to get smokes for me.

- Do you want me to look for him? - No.

I'll get them myself see you.

Shit!

Don't worry they won't come over to us.

Come on, we'll head.

Here's the rat. Two in one night, you dirtbird.

The skinny one not enough for you? Fair play.

The honeys love their money. Don't they, Nidge man?

How does your new bride compare with the prossies of Prague?

Beautiful.

Good night now Safe home all.

Except for you.

- Whacko! - Come on.

Darren, I want to talk to you.

Hughie, go and get the car, will you?

- Trish! - It's ruined!

- Its not! - Prostitutes in Prague? You promised!

- It's our wedding night. - Don't come near me. I'm locking the door.

- So what do you want? - What do I want? Huh.

You cheeky bastard.

Seriously think you can just go on mooching around town after what you've done?

Well, next time I'll stand there like a spare tool for your brother

Maybe put a big fat sign on my head so he can't miss.

You can do what you want but my advice to you would be to forget about Hughie.

- He killed Robbie. - You don't know that.

What do I need? Proof?

Well, he's my brother. So you can say whatever you want.

But I'll tell you this.

I could pay 10017-year-old crackerjacks to come and hunt you day and night.

Ten grand each, 100 grand for the winner.

You wouldn't last 24 hours.

See, that's the kind of money I have.

Now, you need to get out. You need to go back to Spain, London, wherever.

I know Stumpy's missus is over there so if that's your thing...

I'm not going anywhere.

Sure we all die in the end, anyway. What does it matter?

It's up to you.

They're creeps. I don't know what you're doing with them.

You know what I'm doing. I'm making money aren't I?

It pays for the house, for this, for everything.

We wouldn't be going on this fancy honeymoon.

I don't even know if I want to go on a honeymoon any more.

- You don't want to go? - No.

Want me to ring my ma and tell her we're not dropping Warren off?

Just drive the car, will you?

Where did you go?

I went to see Elmo's Chinese massage place.

I had to see what all the fuss was about.

- You're feeling better then, are you? - I'm the million dollar baby.

I was thinking. We should petrol bomb his sisters.

- What do you think? - No.

- No? - No, here's what we're going to do.

We're going to go to Amsterdam.

Then we fine gonna go to Thailand, Koh Samui.

- We're gonna do nothing. - And that's it?

Well, no. Well swim, have a few beers, I'll get a tan.

You'll go redder than you already are.

And when we come back, someone else will have sorted I t all.

I might even get you fixed up with a couple of them massages on the beach.

Cool, man. Okay

But I still think...

Bollix!

Hughie?

Hear about headerball?

- No, what? - Shut up!

Coming out of this place, after getting his hole.

- What place? - The place you said.

- Is she good or what? - She was almost as good as your ma.

- What did she do? - No, after he come out,

this 12-year-old comes flying around the corner in a can.

- Bollixy here thinks it's Darren. - Who was it?

Some little Lewis Hamilton sitting on a couple of cushions.

Skidded the car off the road.

You should have seen me, Elmo. I was gone.

If you had put a saddle on me, I would have won the Grand National.

Ow!

Don't make me laugh, man.

Show us. Go on, show us.

- What are you doing out? - It's nothing. It only went through my side.

- And they let you out? - I just have to look after it is all.

- I have my own personal driver - Good man, Pottsie.

- So you're in the clear? - Yeah, I think so.

It went through the top of my bowel.

The consultant said to go back in a week to see if everything is okay.

Yeah? That's good.

The only thing is I might have to wear a colostomy bag for a few weeks.

- Serious? That's heavy man. - Yeah.

- Its only a possibility but... - Hey, whats that?

Is that for your shit and all?

Hey Hughie!

Oh, man, it's too much. Oh, I can't handle this at all.

Shut up, Hughie, will you?

Hughie, it's not funny.

This is for you, Elmo.

- Go on. - Thanks.

- Is this fella looking after you, yeah? - Yeah.

Listen, I'd better go.

- Where? - Nowhere. I've a couple of things to do.

I'm getting the wound cleaned later if you want to come.

- Disgusting! - Why? What?

- Fancy giving us a lift? - Yeah, sure. Where?

- Why? Where are you going? - Nowhere.

Stay where you are. Don't look for trouble.

- I'm not going near anyone. I'm just bored. - Yeah.

Listen, I'm going back to bed.

- You sit in the front. - Yeah?

It's sore when I turn around.

- Are you in a mad rush? - What are you up to?

I think we might have a gander over, see where Tommy might be, yeah?

Yeah.

- Elmo. - No, I can't.

Go on, will you?

- How are you doing, me auld pal. - How are you, Hughie?

Look. ..I said to Tommy before, that was just a once-off.

- What was a once-off? - When you hired out the garage.

I didn't rent anything off you.

- Because I said to Tommy... - What did you say to him?

- I said it was a once-off. - You keep saying.

Did you see Tommy?

- What? - Did you see Tommy around?

- What do you mean? - You thick? Seen Tommy around?

- He's not in his apartment. We're worried. - I haven't seen him.

Ring him there.

Ring him.

- Its gone to message. - Leave a message.

Hey Tommy It's JP. How are things?

- Listen, Hughie is here and he wanted... - Here.

- What do you want me to say? - I want to say something.

What? Leave me alone, will you?

Here, that's not funny.

What did you say?

Go home to your mammy.

What are you crying for?

- Are you not over-reacting? - I want to be sure, you know?

Whatever you think. But why would they come here if you're not here?

- They won't. - You don't know that.

Look, this will all be over soon, okay?

I've a pain in my hole.

I get the cage rage, you know? With them little rich kids.

Strutting around like he owns the place.

- He does own the place. - He does in his bollix.

See him playing the boss man with his old man's money?

Where to now?

- Where do you think, Elmo? - I don't know.

- I know where we'll go. - Where?

- Over to see Darren's sister - He won't be there.

Petrol bomb the place and hell be there. Hell come running then.

- Have to get the wound cleaned some time. - Your wound? Shut up about your wound

Think you were Billy the Kid the way you talking.

If I don't get it cleaned, it gets infected

- Where are we going so? - Where are we going so! Who asked you?

- How much did the brother give you there? - I don't know

- Are you going to count it? - I don't know.

You don't know much, do you, Elmo?

I'm only slagging you.

We'll take one scoop past the sisters place, then you can get your wound cleaned.

- Stop the car, Pottsie. - Here?

I have to take a piss.

Aw, thanks be to jaysus.

- Ever take ketamine, Pottsie? - No.

Don't. It turns your piss to jelly

What are you laughing at? It does.

I'm telling you, there's something wrong with me. I'm pissing 100 times a day.

Hello, can you put me through to Dr. Colins's office, please?

Here.

Take the magazine out first.

I don't want you shooting anybody... yet.

Is that giving you wood, Pottsie?

Here, give it to me.

Elmo, hurry up.

Don't point it at me, Hughie. Don't point it at me, Hughie!

'Don't point it at me!' I took the magazine out, you pussy

Your cousin's a pussy There's no bullets in...

What will we do?

Elmo, we'll call an ambulance, yeah?

- No. - No?

No.

Fuck him.

He had the magazine out but there was a bullet in the chamber.

Elmo says he was alive for about five minutes,

even with half the back of his head missing.

- Jesus! - Yeah.

Trish is going nuts.

We were supposed to go to the Seychelles this morning for the two weeks, but...

- Couldn't get them to change the dates? - No.

Seven grand, non-refundable, honeymoon suite, all gone.

She's not even talking to me. I mean, I have to go to the funeral, don't I?

- Can she not go and you follow her? - No.

I 'm telling you, man, I'm not getting laid for a year after this.

- Are you not going to the funeral, no? - What do you think?

Would you not go, no?

- And why would I do that? - Because it's over, that's why.

Hughie is gone, isn't he? Its over.

Otherwise, we're all going down the helter-skelter, aren't we?

Would you not talk to John Boy anyway?

Cos its all over as far as hes concerned.

Now that the cue ball has been pocketed.

I'm going to London.

- Yeah? - Yeah. To see Rosie.

Are you coming back?

I don't know.

Mary come here to me.

Listen, I have to go and sort it with John Boy.

- You have nothing to be worried about. - What do you mean?

No, I just mean I want you and the kids to be safe, that's all.

Why? Are we not?

- Darren, are we not safe? - No, yous are.

I just want to make sure.

Shake his hand and it's all over with and let that be the end of it.

I'll see you later.

I'm sorry for your trouble.

Do you want to come in?

No.

Thanks.

You didn't have to come.

We're in the same boat now.

- It's a real Irish thing, isn't it? - What is?

Funerals, paying your respects.

Respect.

- Respect for the dead. - Yeah.

It's good, though, you know?

Over in England, they put you in a fridge for two weeks and then nobody comes.

- Not even your neighbors. - Yeah.

They all get cremated over there.

Do you know there's this place over in India,

in the mountains, where uh...

...they leave the bodies out to be picked apart by vultures.

There's this priest.

and he hacks up the body to make it easier for the vultures to hp you up.

Just gone in 60 seconds.

But all these vultures, they're dying out, you know?

They're all feeding on these dead animals - cattle, cows, yeah?

All dosed up to their tits in pesticide and shit.

It's killing all the vultures.

Do you know anything about that?

I had nothing to do with what Hughie done...

...but he was my brother

So what else are you gonna do?

Listen,

we're cool, are we?

Do you think I'm gonna waste my time running around after you?

- Well, I'm going to London. - Good for you.

But I want to make absolutely sure that nobody goes near Marys house.

What am I? A fucking animal?

- Why would! want to go near your sister? - I'm just making sure, John Boy.

I have to go. I am sorry for your trouble, though.

- Robbie was no angel either, you know? - Don't...

- Don't talk about him. - Why?

Robbie was different from Hughie, was he? Better than Hughie?

Who are you to judge my brother, anyway?

Only God can judge him.

I don't believe in God.

What do you know what there is?

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