Perrier's Bounty
'The ocean. huh?
'Never fails to provoke a person to musin' on philosophical shit.
'Heavy shit. like life and death and faith.
'and all that bewilderin' shit.
'The fuckin' universe. the individual's seemin' insignificance in it?
'But are we insignificant?
'l mean. take. for example.
'this individual.
'Waster. name of Michael McCrea.
'Last night. he imbibed to beat the band
'and today. he's payin' the seedy price.
'lt's evenin'.
'He's havin' himself a little siesta. yeah.
'Little catnap.
'Now. relax yourself and pay close attention.
'There's a point to all this drivel#
Very peaceful in repose there. Michael.
You know your deadline's 10:OO tonight?
Er...
So what are you doin' in bed?
Were you out last night?
l was. yeah.
(lvan) Gettin' ripped instead of hustlin'. man? Fuck mea
l'd call that a gross abuse of your time.
- What little you have... - ...and gettin' less.
Now. you miss the aforesaid deadline. man.
Darren says you've to pay a particular price.
Two bones to be broke. your decision which.
And digits don't count. you understand?
- Fingers. toes... - ...they don't count at all.
You wouldn't happen to have it. would you?
No.
(lvan) Suggest you get out and get lookin' then. Michael.
- Beg. borrow. steal... - ...only get it and bring it.
You've four more hours before Perrier's judgement comes down.
You don't mind if we take these pistatchees. man. do you?
No.
Fuck...
Wow. are those for me?
No. they're from Shamie.
He got me them as an apology for all the lates he's been working.
Good one.
- So relieveda - Yeah? What about?
You know...
Oh. the fact that you thought he was losing interest.
What an idiota Because he's not. Michael.
- Well. l'm glad to hear it. - He's not. you know.
We're as strong as ever. l mean. the passion. the fire...
Oh. God. how are you?
- Fine. - Are you sure?
- l iust got paid. l can give you... - No. Brend...
- ...Two hundred? - No. Brend. it's cool.
l'm gonna meet a dude by the name of The Mutt. he'll sort me out.
- The Mutt? - Yeah.
You know. like a loan to pay off a loan. it's...
Fair enough. Well. call in later. Iet me know how it goes.
l will. See ya.
(Jerome) Easy. Apolloa Easya Heel. heel. heel.
lt's only cos he's fond of you. Michael.
Yeah. he wants to fuck you.
Michael McCreaa
Witness a righteous fuckin' ricochet. man.
Good one.
Er. The Mutt been around?
You missed him. man. and the tiff he got into.
Some fuck slaggin' his snooker skills. yeah?
Come here.
Fuck's laughin' to beat the band. right.
So he gets bet. see the evidence?
Jesus. What's the other stain?
The brown one? Couldn't tell you and wouldn't like to guess.
So. l help you in any other way?
Some shit. say. no?
- No. - Fair enough.
- Any idea where he went? - l haven't.
- Fucka - But. listen. man.
You change your mind. you know me whereabouts.
- Man. youse are barreda - Fuck you. We're taking table nine.
Just remember to keep them dogs the fuck off it. you hear me?
l never got that stain out of twelve.
(Russ) Shut the fuck up. Mullo. (Jerome) Achillesa Get off that tablea
- The fuck are you doin'? - (Clamper) This yours. yeah?
Get that away from me wheel. man.
- Pick it up. - Yeah?
Man. l'd fuckin' heft you.
l'll haul you harder than you fuckin' hauled that.
Go for it. Come on. go for it.
Fuck him. Lar. We'll get him again. yeah?
We've got your reg. pal. and your fuckin' face.
You are under surveillance big style.
Face.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
We need to have a chat.
Why the fuck would l want to have a chat with you?
Cos l'm dyin'. Michael.
What?
l'm dyin'. son. and l thought...
You're fuckin' dyin'?
What is it. cancer?
lt's cancer. yeah.
Ah. man.
You gonna talk?
Man. l would if l knew what to say. This is...
Yeah. l know. And l hate to appear like this right out of the fuckin' blue.
but you know. there's shit between you and me is unresolved.
And your mother. of course.
And l iust thought. the situation now bein' what it is that we could talk...
Listen. dad...
What's up. Michael?
- l'm workin' on it. - l was you. l'd work harder. man.
Either that or iust resign yourself.
Try and find a state of Zen. of acceptance. yeah.
(lvan) Right. Or resignation.
- Cos we're gonna be comin'... - ...swoopin'.
...descendin'. Like time and tide. we wait for no man.
(Michael) All l owe's a grand. man.
Might as well be a mil. the chances of me gettin' it by tonight.
Like l said. if l had it. Michael...
You off the drink?
Just have a yen for some iava. man.
- So. what other options have you? - Well. apart from shootin' meself.
there's this one dude who sharks occasional. name a' Muttley. man.
Ah. The Mutt.
That's right. You know the fuck?
Hear he drinks down at The Millers bar.
The Millers?
- What about our talk? - Wait here. l'll be back in an hour.
- And then we'll talk? - Yeah. we'll seae.
''We'll see''? l'm only fuckin' dyin'. Michael.
- Nice flowers you got Brenda. man. - How are you. Michael?
How am l? l'm sick of fuckin' seein' you and your bitchesa
Excuse mea
Listen. Michael. l know Bren's your mate and all. but. you know...
- ...fuckin' spark's gone. man. - The ''spark''? So end it. you fuck. youa
Sever your ties and show her some fuckin' respect.
- Tosser. - Are you gonna take that shit?
Aye. there he is. You see him?
- That fella? - Yeah.
Look at that bitch. man. What do you think?
Dirty. like a bag of carrots.
- What about that one? - Ah. Iooks a bit horsey. man.
lt's the horsey ones like you to give them a gallopin'.
- l know you? - No. and l don't mean to interrupt.
But l heard tell you give the occasional loan.
When l'm flush l do. which at the moment l'm far from.
- Sorry. pal. can't help you. - You serious?
Fair enough.
That shit you were sayin' back there. man. yeah?
Callin' me chick a bitch and all? l didn't like it.
- You weren't meant to. - Well. l want an apology.
Fuck head.
lt's not forthcoming. no?
No.
Ot(. then...
Fucka
l would happily fuckin' burst you now. you know that?
Now. you gonna call Brenda?
- l ama - Well. do it tonight.
And you fuckin' let her down gently. you hear me?
Well done. man. What the fuck was that about?
l wouldn't like to say.
l wouldn't like to hear you say. cos that'd mean you'd a big fuckin' mouth.
What?
Now let me peddle you somethin' here.
Dinny here and meself are on a job tonight.
little break-and-enter up in Dalkey.
Financial reward's pretta much a cert.
and that's pretty much the extent of me peddle.
Question is. do you wanna purchase?
So Dinny's out one night. this wanker's there. Loudmouth.
Goes to the toilet...
- The dude? - No. Dinny. but the dude's in there.
His phone rings. the wife. they chat.
The alarm system's broken on their house.
the alarm dude can't get out until Monday.
Back upstairs he's talkin'...
- Dinny? - The dude. mana Will you pay attention?
This new restaurant they're goin' to Friday night.
so tonight bein' Friday. the house is empty.
and not only. but also alarmless.
Now. the thing is we need an extra man.
- Why? - Well. Dinny's the watchman.
But say the dude has a 50'' plasma screen?
l can't fuckin' hump it solo now. can l?
Also. we halve the exposure time. two men inside. you with me?
Yeah.
(The Mutt) Michael. come here. Check this out.
Stack of filth. man. under the wardrobe. Look at that one.
''Voluptuous''. For heifer-lovers only.
Look at the udders on that.
Nice.
You like a bit of volup. do you? You dirty ripa
The fuck is that?
(Chuckles) Oh. he's fuckin' around on the missus. Iook.
Maybe that's the missus.
(The Mutt) That's the missus. the pinch-faced cunt.
No wonder he's gone round Iooking for the bit of heft.
We could blackmail this fuck.
Put them back under the wardrobe.
Hey. wait. wait. waita
Couple of them for me personal use.
l like a bit of volup meself.
(Michael) Why didn't we look for any cash?
Plastic. mana Cheque booksa
What the fuck would he be doin' with cash?
This way you stand to make a fuck load more than you owe.
Yeah? When?
Partner's in peril. The Mutt moves. fast. man.
Gonna call the fucker up tonight. talk figures.
set up the rendezvous for tomorrow. soon as the banks are open.
We get the money. you give Perrier double what you owe
to forego your chastisement. yeah?
What do we think of thirty grand?
- Ten each? - No smaII amount.
What?
You're not gonna fuck me. are you?
Michael. never doubt that The Mutt is a man of his word. all right?
- Ot(. - Herea
Or that his fuckin' word is his fuckin' bond. you understand?
l do.
Fuckin' cheek of you.
Youse miserable fucksa
l tua Id you we'd get you. shithole. yeah.
Surveillance.
Yeah. hello?
You iust earned another broken bone. McCrea. That's three now.
Man. you nearly killed mea l'll have it tomorrow. all right?
We're comin' to get you tonight and we're gonna bust you...
- What? - Big style...
- 'Big style. you hear me?' - Fuck offa
Cut me off.
What the fuck are you doin'?
You're illegally parked.
Take it fuckin' off.
Once it's on. man. it doesn't come off. unless you pay the fine.
- Then. if we've time... - ...which we may well not.
(Clamper) Correct. May be a delay even after you pay.
A day. man. could be as much as two. Do you get it?
(lvan) Hey. fuck head.
Can't believe clampers.
Oh. no. no. no. no. noa
Not the gun...
Fucka
Brend. come ona
- You didn't take me gun. did you? - No.
- Brend. me gun is gone. - l didn't...
l didn't.
You're the only one with a fucking key.
What's wrong?
He's left me.
Who?
Shamie.
He called. he said it was over. he said the spark was gone.
lt wasn't gone for me
lt was there for me. you know?
Yeah...
l can't live without him...
No. No. Brend.
Brend. wait a minute. Open the fucking doora Brenda
So predictable. man. The last place you wanna go is home...
...cos that's the first place the fuck who's after you will look.
You never made your choice of bones.
- Wanna make it now? - Lads...
No? Sure. fuck it. we'll make it for you.
Left leg. tibulus. yeah?
That do it?
l didn't hear a break. Go again. man. just to be sure.
(Orlando) Here. grab his leg there.
Will you go. man. Come on
l knew you had it
- What the fuck were you thinkin'? - l saved your lifea
You saved me legs. you're gonna cost me me life.
Fucking foola
Fuckin' cryin' again?
All right. Bren? Bren. Bren. Bren. l'm sorry.
l'm sorry. l'm sorry.
Ot(? You did what you thought was right.
All right? You just reacted.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
- That was a long fuckin' houra - Oh. right. yeah.
Well. as you can see. l got delayed.
- Is he dead? - Man. what the fuck do you think?
What do l think? l think you need to dispose of the body.
The wise man advises. You gonna help?
l wouldn't be makin' the suggestion otherwise.
Whose car is that outside?
...and then there's the question of force. how excessive it was.
not to mention why you had the gun in the first place.
lt's mine
She stole it off me to kill herself. isn't that right. Bren?
- You suicidal? - Yeah.
l'm sorry to hear that. now.
- You know l'm dyin'? - Really?
(Michael) Shitloads in common. don't you?
- Shut the fuck up. - (Jim) There's no need for that.
ls there not? In case you hadn't noticed. man.
we're in deepest fuckin' peril.
So. if you don't wanna end up like a certain Maurice Joyce. man...
- That's a mytha - Me hole it is.
- Who's Maurice Joyce? - A dude
who made the mistake of strokin' gear from Perrier.
who tracked him down. man. caught him.
cut off his prick and shoved it up his hole.
That's right.
So just. you know. behave as befits the situation. will youse?
You wanna keep goin' straight. Michael. yeah?
Straight into the mountains.
What. in case l missed them? l know the fuckin' way.
(Jim) How long was she going out with Shamie?
Couple of years. She's better off.
- What was he. a wanker? - Yeah. to say the least. man.
Well. he must've done somethin' for her. get that reaction.
This is good. now. isn't it?
Father and son in mutual toil...
- Man. gimme a break. - l know. the circumstances aren't ideal...
Still. somethin' we never did. you know?
Yeah. that looks good now.
Damn. no
All right. Let's...
You're floggin' a dead fuckin' pony. Mike.
- Yeah. it's horse. Horse. mana - Whatever. horse.
You're wastin' your fuckin' time. mana
What time's the pay-off?
l dunno. The Mutt said he'd call around half-nine. so...
- Right. - Half ten. eleven?
We should be out of town by twelve. Few quid in me pocket.
You're set. Ot(. so...
l spoke to your mother a coupla months back.
- Yeah? - She's doin' good.
You wanna talk now?
All l wanna do is kip. man. you mind?
Up to you. man.
Say. this is a well worn area now. the tradition of buried bodies.
Like Boot Hill. where the gunslingers went?
Restin' place of the hard...
Lived and died by the sword.
Well. not the sword. the gun.
There's somethin' romantic. l reckon. in that.
Lights below...
...stars above...
...the waft of...whatever on the wind.
What is it. cowshit?
Certainly has that essence.
(Narrator) 'So. peace. yeah?
'Respite. Sanctuary.
'Well earned maybe. but temporary.
'cos danger's percolatin' below.
'A gang is gathered. a common goal.
'You with me so far? Are you followin'?
'Good.
'Cos l wanna introduce you to someone else now.
'Dude you may've already heard referred to.
'Iame of Darren perrier#
- Did you go down? - (Victor) No one there.
- No body even? - (Victor) There was nothin'. man.
That'll haunt me now.
(Victor) What?
lvan's grief.
Rest of me fuckin' days.
- The fuckin' poignancy of it. - (Victor) Oh. right. yeah.
The rawness.
Suppose them bein' the best of mates and all...
Lovers.
(Perrier) Lovers?
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Never see the way they looked at each other?
Was, amour there. man. you can't disguise it.
- l never knew. - (Hank) Well. they never said.
There was an unnecessary shame there too.
A fear...
- Of what? - Your judgment. maybe?
l'd never have iudged. man.
Jesus Christa Love is love. who cares how queer or lezzy?
Fuck.
Ah. that saddens me now.
So. what do you want us to do now?
Youse awake enough to keep lookin'?
- Fucking righta - Righta
lvan.
l know you and Orlando were gay lovers.
And l want you to know it doesn't bother me.
Really?
Man. l'm hep to all that shit.
Just wish you would've told me. though. you know?
l'm sorry. Darren.
Hey. forgiven. forgotten. know what l'm sayin'?
Yeah.
Forgiven. forgotten.
So fucking sad.
- Are you sad? - l am...
- Are you vengeful? - l'm devastated.
Right. Are you vengeful?
- l don't know. l iust wanna... - Get revenge?
- Yeah. - Good. cos listen. man.
lf the boys don't get these fucks by mornin'.
l'm puttin' out a bounty.
That's right.
That's how much l respect the love whose name you could never speak.
- How much? - 10.OOO euros.
Five thousand for McCrea and five thousand for his bitch.
- Thank you. Darren. - Fuck that shit.
Thank you.
- Least l can fuckin' do for a mate. - Thank you.
Anyway...
...l'll leave you to your grievin'.
- You been there all fuckin' night? - That's right.
- Why? - Keep myself awake.
- Why would you wanna do that? - No reason.
lf l tell you somethin'. do you promise not to go bananas?
Maybe.
l don't have cancer. Now don't be goin' bananas. nowa
- You're not fuckin' dyin'? - l didn'tasay that.
ln fact. it's gonna happen sooner than you think.
- When? - Next time l sleep.
Bear with me here a sec. all right?
The night before last. Death came to me. son. to me bedroom.
lt wasn't a dream. l can still differentiate. It was reala
- He told me... - Brendaa
- ''Jim.'' he said... - Brenda. get yourself in gear.
Listen to me. sona
Man. there l was feelin' sorry for you...
So you should.
...and here you come tellin' tales. toyin' with me fuckin'...
Why. man? Me fuckin' sympathya
- Michael. he came to me. - No. he didn'ta
You and me have shit we need to resolve. son.
Fuckin' toot sweeta
'Toot' what?
Bren. we're gonna have to burn your car. you mind?
(Brenda) Do l mind? Yes. l mind.
(Michael) Unless you want them to trace you to it.
- Who? - The copsa
Trace you to the blood in the boot.
to the body buried beside the fuckin' thing...
- (Brenda) All right. - All right thena
All righta Fucking burn ita l don't give a fucka
Shamie and l first made love in there.
Yeah? Was it awkward at all?
lt was beautiful.
Yeah. well in light of how things have turned out. maybe it's for the best.
- But you said you were dying. - l am.
l don't get it. How could you be dying?
Forget it. Bren. You don't wanna know.
- l do. - Ah. maybe Michael's right. Bren.
lt requires a leap of faith he wasn't willin' to make.
and you more than likely won't be either.
Try me. - Nah. just...
Try me. Jim. l'm willing at least to make the effort.
All right. so...
Oh. just shut up and come on. will youse?
l was lyin' there in me jiammies. l'd just gotten into bed. you know?
And the room got cold. Really quick. like. really cold.
And l looked and l saw this dude there.
nothin' strange about him. middle-aged dude in a suit at the end of me bed.
But l knew. l knew who he was.
And he said to me.
''Jim. bit of bad news for you. Jim.''
And l said. ''Am l dead?''
He said. ''No. But next time you sleep. you will be. you with me?''
l said. ''l am. man. l am.
''Sure. why wouldn't l be. you bein' The Reaper and shit?''
And he said. ''That l am. man.
''That l am.''
Heya Get on out of there. nowa
lt's rainin'. Do you believe this?
- Bitch'd begrudge us a bit of shelter. - Nowa
Fuck youa We'll go when it eases offa
- What then. Jim? - We talked a bit. believe it or not.
The lights went out. and when l turned them on again. he was gone.
So l went downstairs to the kitchen.
poured meself a sizeable drop of Jack and wept.
You know why?
Because never in my life have l been as certain of anything
as l was that he was who l thought he was.
and that what he said was no less than how it would be.
They're on their waya
- Who? - The policea
They know you tried to rape me.
What?
You fucking animala You sodomitea
Well. we'll see in a minute exactly how the likes of you is dealt with.
(Brenda) That's amazinga And did you get the chance to ask him. Jim?.
- About what? - About the afterlife.
l did. but he declined to gimme an answer.
Said there's certain things he likes to leave obscure and enigmatic.
''Cos that's me way. man.''
- Is that what he said? - What he said and the way he said it.
''That's me way. man.'' Wnw.
- And why choose you. Da? - l dunno.
Oh. he left that ambiguous too. did he? Very convenient. Da.
Well. it's his way. man. isn't it?
Sketch
- You believe this shit? - Will youse fuckin' sketch?
She did fuckin' ring thema Bitcha Do you believe it?
Still suicidal. Bren?
Am l what? Oh. no.
- That's good to hear. Why not? - Well. l'm sober now for one.
And for two. l'm kinda convinced there might still be hope.
l'm not gonna iust give up. Jim. l'm gonna fight for my man.
Find out what the problem is and see if we can't.
through good. fucking honest communication. work things out.
- l'll call as soon as we get back... - What? Are you mad?
- l'd only be there half... - Noa
l'd only be there half an hour. or say an hour...
- An hour. - Yeah. say at the most.
- Shamie doesn't want you back. Bren. - Why not?
- Because he's a wanker. man. - That's it?
- Yeah. yeah. That's right. - Maybe you're the wanker.
Oh. maybe l am. but l'm not the wanker has you pullin' your hair out
every other night. and me havin' to suffer it.
''Shamie was odd tonight. l'm really worried about Shamie.''
Shamie's been blowin' hot and cold on you the last two fuckin' years.
Know why you never knew where you stood?
Because you never fuckin' stood anywhere.
- Come on... - No. she needs to hear thisa
All she is to him was a ioke.
Somethin' cute on his arm when it suited hima
(Jim) All right.
A convenient fuck. And it's not all right.
l'm iust sayin' give her a fuckin' break. man.
Don't mind him. Bren.
What the...
...blazes?
Bren?
Now this... This is iust fuckin' infantile. man.
Fuckin'...
Bren?
Brenda?
- Can't say l blame her. Michael. - What?
Well. what you said was fairly fuckin' insensitive.
Sensitive as she is at the moment.
Yeah. well. you know. tough love and all.
- Home truths? - That's right. Shit fuckin' had to be said.
- Any coke on you. Michael? - Any what?
- Cocaine. - What the fuck are you talking about?
- Come on. l'm asking you to get in. - l don't want to get in.
Get the fuck off mea
Right. What we'll do is talk to them...
Daa Daa
Freeze. motherfuckersa Move and l'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
- Hiya. Bren. Get in. - Hiya. Jim.
- Now. get down on the ground. man. - Take it easy.
Down. mana Toot fuckin' sweet.
- Toot what? - Shut up. Toot sweet.
Michael. get in. Go on. man. l've got your back.
Don't fuckin' move. you with me?
You follow? Don't even fuckin' breathe.a
So. you gonna punch it or what?
All right. Bren?
You not talking to me? all right. l'm sorry.
l shouldn't have spoken to you like that. l just...
How sorry are you?
- Very. What do you mean? - Make it up to me.
- How? - Bring me down to Shamie's.
Oh. fuck that. Ring him. you want.
- l need to see hima - Bring her down to Shamie's. son.
- l already told you... - Bring her down. Go on.
Shit. l fuckin...
- Bring her down to Shamie's. - Shut the fuck up. man.
Bring her down to Shamie's.
Shut the fuck upa Hello?
What's the story. you want your money?
Oh. right... Er...
'We been trying to get a hold of you but couldn't#
- So you went ahead? - 'Yeah. Thirty grand as agreed#
Since you shared in the scheme's inception, you share in the loot.
That's good of you. Mutt. That's very good of you.
lntegrity's what you call it. Right. here's me location...
Go on. you mad fuckera Jesusa
Fucka
Relax. We're not the cops.
Did you stroke that car?
We did. Did you stroke that one?
We did.
You wanna swap?
Ot(.
(Michael) Are you sure about this? (Brenda) Michael...
- No. it's fine. Just don't bIame me. - l'm not gonna...
Just don't blame me. That's all l'm gonna say.
- Why would l... - Don't go blamin' me.
- You gettin' out or what? - All right.
And don't be all day. man. l'm meetin' The Mutt at one.
All righta
- Man. will you come ona - All righta
- Hey. Brenda. - All right. lads?
You know your ma moved down to Carrigaholt?
- Yeah. where's that? - County Clare.
lt's a beautiful spot. apparently.
Got a view of the sea and all...
- l was sorry to hear youse split up. - Uh-huh.
Well. it happens. doesn't it?
- Have you see her since? - Iah.
l promised her l'd drop down. but...
lt just never seemed to happen.
l mean. it's not as if we're not still mates or nothin'. you know?
But what l was thinking see. why don't we go down?
Man. gimme a breaka You know why.
Michael. what occurred in the past. it's the past.
- Your mother... - Da. l'm not goin' downa
(Shamie) The fuck are you doin'? Come backa
No. you come out.
(Shamie) Man. someone will see you. you crazy slut. you.
- Are you gonna fuck me? - Yesa
Now. come fuckin' ona
Bren...
Brena
Ah. here we go.
Brena
Just...iust wait here a minute.
Brena
- Come on. Achilles. Come on. - Come on.
a Likethata Getthemeatinyourmoutha
What's wrong with me. Michael? What was l lacking?
No. don't start goin' down that road now. you hear me?
You're lackin' nothin'. You're funny as fuck. for one.
- Self-pitying. more like. - Fuck that. now.
- You're also good lookin'... - Depressive.
- No. you're smart. - Suicidal. self-obsessed.
Let's not forget the fella l shot last night.
Yeah. l'm a right fucking catch.
Hoas it going there?
- What's all this in aid of? - Trainin'.
For the Savage Canine Vernacular Annual Celebration of Rip.
What's that?
lt's like the Olympics only it's for warrior dogs.
''Warrior dogs''? Sounds awesome.
All right. go for it now.
Don't look at me. Iook at the meat and go.
Bollocks.
What do you say. you wanna set them on someone?
''Hoose'' of course.
(Jerome) Achilles. just go for the meat. You did it yesterday.
Why don't you ''hoose'' him up on that?
Give it a go.
All right. Achilles. Hoosea
You see? It's all in the fuckin' ''hoose.'' man.
- Nice one. old timer. Top dog. man. - That did the business. eh?
You were right. night after night. my fucking bullshit.
Hoad you put up with me?
l dunno. Maybe l'm the bigger idiot.
You are an idiot.
Oh. fucking hell...
Bren...
Just...blow.
Fuck youa Fucking ''blow''a
Youse right?
All right. l'll be back in a minute.
Mutt?
- Mutt? - Hoas it goin'?
Ah. man. Listen. l really appreciate this.
- Fuck that. man. that right. Din? - Yeah. man.
Nah. seriously. you're gettin' me out of a major...
Jesus. Iook at that chick in her nip. mana
This isn't fuckin' workin' at all. mana
- What the fuck? - Is that Michael?
This is beyond the fuckin' beyond. man.
- Gimme a clatter. - What?
To wake me up. A good and hard one. to get me blood up and running...
Fuck... Good one.
What the fuck are youse doin'?
- Who are you? - None of your fuckin' business.
Now. nice and easy. man.
Nice and smooth. Step away from the car.
- That smooth enough? - All right. Jim?
Peachy. Bren. Be cool.
What the fuck did you do to him?
Nothin'. Clobbered him.
Yeah? You call a clobberin' nothin'?
lt's somethin' now.
l don't suppose we could... Look. Perrier wants...
- (Jim) Must be his mate. - Whose?
Perrier's. man. what say?
- Could be. - Must fuckin' be. man.
Now. think a little interlude's required. yeah?
Let's find us somewhere solitary.
- You concurrin'? - Yeah.
(Jim) You know somewhere? (Brenda) l think so.
Give us another clatter. will you?
(Narrator) '''Another clatter''a
'Mad fuck. isn't he? Jim.
'l like him. though. Like Bren as well.
'Be nice if somethin' developed between her and Michael. wouldn't it?
'Or if Michael and Jim resolved whatever it is occurred in their past.
'Be a bit of symmetry there. yeah? Closure. whatever.
'But l happen to know some shit you don't. my friends.
'There's going to be heartbreak e'er this day is done.
'Brutal and tragic events are brewin' up righteous.
'So. when they come to pass. man.
'don't go sayin' l didn'tafuckin' warn youse.
'Still and all...
'...bit of craic. yeah?'
- What the fuck are you doin'? - What?
- That's spita - Which is sterile. Michael. Relax.
Go on.
So is piss as a matter of fact. Here. Not that I'm advocatin' its use.
- What the fuck is this? - He owed you. didn't he?
Ten. man. This is the full-whack thirty.
What he gets for tryin' to get you killed.
Thanks. Da.
And thanks. you know. for savin' me bacon and shit.
You're welcome. So. will you get me some coke now?
- Jesus Christa All righta - Yeah?
Fuckin' shut you upa l said ''yeah''. didn't l?
There.
- What about comin' down to your ma's? - No. Fuck that shit. man.
The coke procurement's as far as me obligation extends.
- Where is your ma? - County Clare.
(Brenda) Why don't you wanna see her?
None of your business.
- They had a fallin' out. - Over what?
- Tell her.
You.
- (Jim) Do you mind? - Man. l don't give a fuck.
About four years back. Michael caught this dude.
name a' Steve Lynch. givin' this girl a beatin'.
So he stepped in and gave the dude a beatin'.
Few weeks after. this fella knocked up to the house.
- Elaine was there alone... - Your wife?
That's right. And attacked her.
Fucked her up so bad. she was in hospital for a fuckin' month.
broke her arm. man. a bunch of her ribs. her nose...
OtaI. that's... That's terriblea
Did hae get done for it?
(Jim) No. he was shot by the guards about four days after.
Yeah. good riddance.
A post office robbery.
That's really horrible. Jima
lt wasn't your fault. though. Michael.
- You were only doing what you... - They fuckin' thought it was.
Enough at least l was told they never wanted to see me again.
l was someone they were better off no longer havin' in their lives.
- Michael... - l only done what anyone would've.
l know.
Oh. you ''know''? Fuckin' four years later?
(Jim) Michael. you know we tried to make it up.
How many times did we call. either one or the other?
- And what did he say? - He never answered.
- He cut us off. man. - Could you blame me?
No. I couIdn't.
l couldn't.
l understand you were hurt.
But weren't we all?
Michael? Weren't we all?
l mean. l iust thought. if we could. one last time. the three of us.
just sit around a table. you know?
But fuck it. man. You're right. It's more than your obligation extends to.
Anyway...we get me coke now?
(Clifford) All right. Michael?
Observe a righteous curlicue. man.
- See? Cos it curls. - Very good.
Come here. any chance of some of your best?
- How much? - Say. twenty grams?
You're talkin' expense. man. Six hundred euros?
(Clifford) Fuck. man. you're flusha
(Michael) Well. circumstances can change in a quick. man.
All you need is a bit of Iuck.
Speakin' of Iuck. you wanna game?
Fuck that. We're in. we're out. Toot sweet. man.
What?
- Can l have some now. son? - Gaggin'. huh?
Gents is down there to the right.
- Your old fella. is it? - Yeah.
- (Brenda) Such a surprise. - What is?
All this new shit. Your mum. your dad. the falling out.
- What about it? - Nothing.
l'm iust saying you're fairly enigmatic.
- Well... - What?
That's me way. man.
Oh. yeah. very good.
l doubt your delivery has the weight of the Reaper's.
Fuckin' ''reaper''a Tell me you don't believe that shit.
No. I don't. But I believe he does.
And l think you owe it to him. if you don't mind my saying.
And to your mum. and to yourself. to get over yourself.
- ''Get over myself''? - Yes.
And do what he asked you to do.
- Go down? - Yeah.
Go see her and all of you make your fucking peacea
Course. you're only gonna do what you want to do.
What the fuck are you doing?
Oh. fucka Get downa
Lads...lads. if we could iust take a minute...
Look. l'm really sorry...
Come on out. lads. We won't go near youse.
Yeah? Swear on your granny's grave?
Didn't fuckin' think so.
Fucka
Don't kill them. mana
Trying to take them alive. aren't we?
Ladsa Refrain from shootin' this way. will youse?
You sold us out. you cunt?
Yeah. sorry. Michael. Bit of cash involved.
The fuck are you lookin' at. bitcha
Fuckin'...
(Michael) What the fuck are you doing? (Perrier) The fuck is she up to?
(avaichael) Brena
Ot(...
Fucka
- What the fuck are you doin'? - (Brenda) Michael...
- Michaela - Get thema
(lvan) Fucking coward's hiding behind his bitch. Darren.
(Brenda) Go. go. goa
Noa Fucka
Waita l have to go back. l have to go back for my da. mana
No. no. they don't know who he is.
He's iust some guy. he's safe. Come on. Come ona
Brena l've been lookin' all over the place for you.
(lvan) Fucka
- Can we talk? - Just shut up and drivea
(Shamie) What's going on?
They've gone. mana
- Poor Clifford. eh? - Yeah. devastating. isn't it?
Victor. listen. Go down and nab his coke. will ya?
Yeah. boss.
See if we can salvage a bit of good from this...tragedy.
l thaought you said you were gonna nab them.
Yeah. l know. What we did was fuckin' lose them.
So did we.
- They were here? - Two fuckin' minutes ago.
Well. listen. Was wonderin' if maybe we could pool resources?
- You know. forget the bounty. - What?
We've reasons of our own for wantin' to nab the fuck. What say?
- What the fuck? - CJerome) Heel.
- Get down. Achillesa - Achilles. you call him?
Yeah. You know. the invincible fuck?
l do. Invincible except for his heel. yeah?
Except for his weak spot.
What's his. man. his head?
High falutin' fuckin' names. mana
Achilles. noa Apolloa
You motherf...
Now. do you wanna mourn your doggies or do you wanna join them?
Are youse right. before the guards fuckin' arrive?
Darren... Hold on a sec. will you?
(Shamie) l made a mistake. l was confused.
You know. l was suddenly scared of where we were goin'.
But losin' you. Bren.
or the prospect of it. really put shit into perspective.
- What about that girl? - Nothinga A guide. man.
(Brenda) ''A guide''? (Shamie) On the path to perspective.
On the road to realisin' that l wanna be with you forever.
l really do.
Forgive me. Bren. please.
l'm so fucking sorry.
Come back to me.
- Sorry. Shamie. The spark's gone. - Spark?
Oh. good. man. Very good.
Referrin' to...? Yeah.
Shut the fuck upa
And try and take it like a man. you prick. you.
Up your holes. mana
l hope youse fuckin' diea
Youse can suck each other's fuckin' cocks for all l carea
l mean. l'm a lover of dogs.
but they left me no alternative. you know?
Yeah.
Can't deny it's left me a little bit melancholic. though.
A bit ripped apart.
So. The Mutt...
- You plannin' on havin' a bit of McCrea? - Nah. all we want's our money. man.
We get it. and we go.
secured in the knowledge he'll be chastised as befits him.
- How much did he take. man? - Thirty grand.
So you can understand me tenacity. me yen for the fucker's capture.
That's not to belittle any yen of your own. or of Ivan's...
l've a yen all right.
Which will be satisfied in due fuckin' course. man.
Hey. fuckheada
Stay the fuck awake.
We'll be makin' that call in a minute.
- (Jim) 'Michael?' - Yeah. where are you?
'Perrier's gaff. son#
Sorry.
- Fuckin' Mutt's here as well. - Yeah? What do they want?
'Want you. son. You and Bren. But listen..#
l'm gonna take a nap now. yeah?
So. if you come. l'll be asleep when you get here. are you with me?
'Michael?'
l love you. Da.
l love you too.
Yeah. Iook. l fucked it all up...
No...
'l did. You and ma. l'm so fuckin' sorry. Da..#
- ''l'm so fuckin' sorry. Daa'' - Put him fuckin' back ona
l'll kill him now. you don't shut the fuck up.
'Now. a few items l want you to bring with you. yeah?'
First. the chick who did the deed. man.
Second. the cash you ripped off The Mutt.
And last but not least...
...Orlando's body. right?
- 'You know Danlands?' - Yeah.
Well. that's where we are. You've an hour. man.
Believe this old fuck?
Listen to me. Don't go up there.
They're going to kill him anyway. Are you fucking stupid? Don't goa
lf you go. then you'll both be dead. Ot(?
You fucking know that. Don't goa
lt was never iust ''putting up with you''. Bren.
Never. you understand?
l loved every minute of it.
Fucka Goda
Yeah?
Come on. mate.
Ah. come fucking ona
Da? Get back up. you fucka
Da?
So. where's your bitch?
Vacated. man.
- Orlando's body? - Buried.
You believe the insouciance of this fuck?
How the fuck you gonna make a trade if you've nothin' to make a trade with?
l've meself.
Hmm...
That's far from enough to earn your old man a reprieve. McCrea.
(Perrier) Did youse pat him down? (Victor) Yeah.
Even his packet?
His packet?
You need to be more thorough.
Often a dude will stash a piece in his briefs. man...
...hopin' the frisker will overlook it.
Which you did.
(Hank) Good one. Darren.
Now. your da's gonna die tonight. McCrea. all right?
That's a foregone fuckin' conclusion.
But he's gonna die post-haste.
whereas you. man...
...you're gonna suffer for what you did to Ivan's lover.
His lover?
You say that as if you've a problem with that kinda thing.
l don't.
l think he thinks you're a fuckin' abomination. Ivan.
He's the abomination.
You're the abomination. McCrea. with your fuckin' intolerance. am l right?
And your ignorance.
Sure you're only a fuckin' murderin' fascista
You gonna do a Maurice Joyce on him?
l am.
(Perrier) What it is. McCrea. he severs your mickey...
l know what a Maurice Joyce is.
Really? Word gets around. l'm delighteda Can we get on with it?
Get the fuck off mea
Hold onto his legs. pleasea
Get the fuck off mea
Get his undies offa
- Darren? - Ivan... One sec. sorry.
Er...any chance we can get our money first?
- Not up for the hairy shit. no? - (The Mutt) Yeah. sorry.
Fair enough. No need to apologise. Ivana
- Would you give us a minute? - The blood's up. Darren.
- Waita - Yeah...
(Hank) Don't worry. McCrea. You'll get your Maurice Joyce.
- (Michael) Fuck offa - Sorry...
How the fuck do you think l acquired me wealth?
By passin' up opportunity?
Not fuckin' likely.
(The Mutt) Darren...
- No beggin'. now. - l beg youa
(Perrier) He begs mea (The Mutt) Pleasea
What did l say. you fuck? Gimme that.
You tell him one thing...
- (t(enny) Get back here. you fucka - The ricochets. t(enny. fucka
- You nearly fuckin' killed mea - Darren...
Mind me valuables. yeah?
- Sorry. Darren. - You sapa
What did l tell you? Dump those fuckersa
That waya
(Hank) Fuck. he's a heavy bastarda
(t(enny) Dump them in the porter's skip. we'll deal with them later.
(Hank) We're on it.
- Was there a hole in The Mutt's iacket? - Yes.
Ah. burn it. Snap out of it. Ivan.
(Michael) All right. fuckheada
All right?
Take your guns out and drop them.
Jesus. Cool. man.
- t(eep your mellow. yeah? - Yeah. l'm keepin' fuckin' mellow.
Now. ever so slowly. that's it. ever so gently.
place them on the... That's it.
Good.
Right. you. Get that bag.
Nowa Move ita
Yeah. and the blade too.
Yeah. Give it here.
Get up there.
- We'll track you down. McCrea. - Yeah?
Up against the wall. Come ona
Right. get down on your knees.
Get down on your kneesa
You can run. but...
Yeah. l know. ''But l can't hide.'' Is that it?
Well. maybe l should do you now. then l won't have to worry about it.
Go for it.
- Get down. man. - No.
- The fuck are you doin'. t(enny? - l'm callin' this screwhead's bluff.
lareckon he hasn't got the grits...
- Fuck's sake. t(enny. - ...the machismo to kill a dude.
Me fuckin' lega
You're a dildo. t(enny.
Put your hands on your heada
(t(enny) The agony. mana
All right. Da? It's iust me. Da.
l'm getting you out of here. All right?
Peek out of any one of youse.
and l'll murder the lot of youse. you hear me?
l swear to fuck.
Fucking warning youa
Told youa
Waita
- l need a doctor. Darrena - Shut up. t(enny.
(Hank) The fuck are you doin'. Darren?
As if l wouldn't have an old AK lyin' around.
Da? Da?
l'm alivea l'm alive. sweet fucka
Michaela
Where the fuck's the Reaper now. huh?
No. no. noa
He's here. son.
He's iust a bit fuckin' late.
The cunta
Da?
Da? Da?
Da?
Noa Dada
Noa
(lvan) Me fuckin' handa
Never has anyone given me so much grief. man.
Good.
Anyway. any last words before l do you?
Yeah...
What?
Don't.
l'm sorry. Michael.
Man. the fuck is this?
The fuck is goin' on?
This is the Savage Canine Vernacular. man...
...and they've a bone or two to pick tonight
on behalf of their fallen comrades. Achilles and Apollo.
We're puttin' an end to you. Perrier. Your regime.
- Me what? - (Jerome) Shut the fuck upa
You ready. boys?
- (All) Yeaha - Wait...
Then hoose away.
(All) Hoosea Hoosea Hoosea Hoosea
Hoosea Hoosea Hoosea
Hoosea Hoosea Hoosea Hoosea
(Perrier) Waita Waita
Hey.
We're takin' you down to Derek Dawson. Michael.
The best.
- What is he. a doctor? - A vet. man.
- A vet? - The best in the fuckin' business.
He is. You hear me. Michael?
Dawson. The best.
Overhaul you in no time. yeah?
(Michael) He said that this was where those who lived and died
by the sword were buried.
And in his last few hours that's certainly what he did.
Anyway...
...no better companions could he have in death
than Achilles and Apollo. man...
...keep him company on his way to...
...l dunno. Valhalla or somethin'.
- Amen. - Amen.
What can you say that his moniker didn't?
- Wotcha think? - (Russ) Achilles...
- ...feel its texture. its power. it's... - l think l'm in love with you.
(Michael) What?
- Man. that's the rebound talkin'. - No. it's not.
...savage yet tender...
(Michael) l love you too. Bren. (Brenda) Do you?
Crazy love. like. Yes. l do...
...wild yet devoted...
- (Michael) Is your love crazy? - Yeah. l think it is.
Ah. come on. lads.
We didn't talk over your fuckin'...eulogy.
Sorry. lads.
ln the haunch. the power of the jaw...
...the snap...
(Michael) Fuckin' typical.
First thing l have to do is tell her her husband's dead.
- Hoas the leg? - Fucked. man.
Fuckin' vet. l swear.
(Brenda) Yeah. well if it wasn't for him. you'd be jail.
(Michael) Yeah...
Your mum must love this place.
- Can l ask you something? - Yeah.
Do you think he was telling the truth?
- Who. me da? - Yeah.
Do you think he was right. about the Reaper?
l dunno.
(Narrator) 'Pertinent question. though. isn't it?
'Cos if Jim's death was indeed foretold.
'then wouldn't that suggest that we're not alone?
'And that each of us is indeed significant in this vast and degenerate cosmos?
'l'm sure you'll agree that's a soothin' fuckin' notion. man.
'A happy notion.
'But what's to become of Michael?
'l mean. is he doomed to remain the dude he was?
'A perpetual waster.
'forever to be ruled by fear and confusion and anger?
'Or has he. after all the harrowin' shit he's endured and overcome.
'come out the other side a better man?
'An enlightened man?
'l'm afraid that's somethin' that remains to be seen. my friend.
'See. there's certain things l like to leave obscure and enigmatic.
'And why?
'Cos that's me way. man.
'That's me way#