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Jay!
I'm telling youse, Deco's tight with all them boys.
Ross Kelly, Curley, fucking Bring-Bring, even Derra Murphy.
Trying to bring 'em round to side together and all.
Who's Bring-Bring?
Your man, bleeding Peader.
So start he goes, yeah?
Someone else was smuggling a phone inside.
Shoves it up his hole.
And he found a way in.
Someone starts calling.
Thing vibratin' off his G-spot.
Get some loud bollock, yeah?
Inside, this girl strip searches him, yeah?
She sees his boner.
He's so fuckin' embarrassed he lets a wog trail.
Absolute classic!
- What's up brother. - Hello, Jay.
You all right?
- Have you got my fiver? - Yeah.
Speak of the devil.
There's Derra now.
Best off not dealin' here, lads.
Yeah, we know.
'Cause he murdered the Dixon brothers
for dealing in Marigold last month.
You don't read the papers, no?
Parts of them were in Angle Glyn.
Bleeding psychopath.
Yeah, you know what?
We should fuckin' whack him and take over.
Then we'd be the bosses.
Do you think he just walked into this game?
Thirty years him and his crew are goin' for.
That fella has bodies all over.
Yeah exactly, he's a fuckin' ancient old cunt.
One hundred years old.
There's Kim there, the sexy old milf.
Check 'er out.
Proper gangsta gear, boys.
All you need is a bit of wee lads and a flash cam.
Boobs like that, they bounce all over your cock.
Boobs like that bounce all over your grave, Dano.
You're wrong you little pussy, Glenner.
Just 'cause you haven't got the artillery
for a woman like that.
Ain't that, Glenner?
Keep pullin' on it, Dano. Won't grow any bigger, pal.
Fuckin' doll.
Slept with the black guy, yeah?
More there was.
- Tons. - Yeah?
Betcha the doll's illegal.
No way.
Yeah, off that gang from Tony Carney.
No way, am I a pusher.
He's the man.
Hey, man, I'm sick of waitin' in line for a handout.
Look at Derra and his crew.
They got the flash cars, flash mots.
All that shit.
That could be ours.
It's not that easy.
Yeah, why not?
All we need is a bit of start-up cash.
My brother's on with Flicko.
He starting to sell with some brown.
Move into the big leagues.
- How are ya? - All right.
Went to collect me welfare this mornin' and it wasn't there.
Yeah, there's been information,
you've been working as a DJ.
Your benefits have been cut off until the team can look at it.
What? It's a hobby.
We only do one gig a week.
And don't declare it income.
You wanna appeal it,
you can fill out the application file on the website.
That's a load of bleeding bollocks.
Get your fucking hands off of us!
We own this house!
Come on! Evict her! Arrest her!
Bryson!
Your fucking head off!
You little shit.
Take it easy.
Get your hands off me!
Get the fuck outta here, Connolly, and mind your own business.
What are you evicting them for?
'Cause his junky dad didn't pay the rent.
Yeah, you fuck off or you'll be next.
Get your hands off me.
Shut up.
They're not like, too tight.
Just kinda...
Talking about me again, girls?
Yeah, you're a prick.
Get the boat, you tart.
Wanker.
Giddyup, go on. Go on.
- Catch you later, Sarah. - Bye, babe.
One more and she'll be stabbin'.
- Stop that. - Who's in there?
No one.
Jason, put me down! Stop it.
Little blue-eyed boy. Ain't ya?
Really? Gonna lend?
I know you got welfare today.
No, they cut me off for DJing.
What are ya gonna do for money now?
Don't know.
Maybe I'll just spin.
My friend Jared said he'd set me up in one of the top clubs on Murbay.
What about me?
I'm starting college soon, Jay.
I didn't say you had to go, did I?
Have you got 50 or what?
In the drawer, there.
What do you need that for?
Gigging up at the black is why.
Need somethin' in me pocket.
Might go, myself.
Yeah?
With Roisin.
Okay. See ya up there, so.
You all right?
Hi, kiddo.
- Ma? - Jay.
I thought you were at Sarah's.
What was Derra Murphy doing here?
Just collecting.
Collecting?
Ma don't tell me you took a loan off that big dirtbag?
I had to, Jason.
I'm up to me neck in bills here.
We'd be homeless if I don't pay them.
Why didn't you ask me for money?
'Cause you have no money.
Look. I'm gonna go to Murbay, Ma.
I could earn a fortune out there DJing.
It's all right. I'm on track to pay it back.
Money coming into the credit union tomorrow.
No, listen, I'm gonna to talk to Derra.
- I'll solve this, all right? - No, Jay.
You stay out of this, do you hear me?
I don't want you involved.
Hey, hey, give it up for our DJ, Jason!
Jay, who knows what the fuck's in them things, man!
I'm pushin' on my bleeding knob.
Relax, man.
For your plate, of course.
A fucking mad, crack boss.
I mean fuck, lads.
I can't feel me face.
Hit that. Slap right there. Nothing. Fucking nothing.
How many did you take?
Three, I think.
What? I told you to take one. We have to sell the rest of 'em.
Well, Micka's selling half my bag already.
Loads of bleeding puntas in here.
- Where's the big bag, Dano? - What?
What you mean "what"? Where's the fuckin' big bag I gave you?
Where's the big bag?
No, fucking Cobbie took the Primrose, saved some border.
Raking 'em in the car park.
All right, so. You see Sarah 'round?
Haven't seen her, bro.
Ah, lads.
I can it feel it come from me toes.
Ah, it's fuckin' lit!
Relax, will ya?
Ah what a fuckin' chill bliss!
Whoo!
- Come on, let's get the fuck out. - Oh, man.
'Sup lad.
What's goin' down, brotha?
You took your time, Cobbie.
Jay was gigging in the black, had to sell. All right?
Do you have them yokes, man?
'Course I do. What do you think?
What the fuck you doin'?
You hear this little prick?
Give a fuckin' slap, Whacker.
Do you know who the fuck I am? Do ya?
You know I don't give a fuck, you little wannabe bravo.
Now get the fuck outta here.
Where ya goin' now?
Goin' to the Blacker to meet the lads.
Well, I'll go over with ya.
Stay with.
Did I just see Christina leaving with some black lad there?
Whacker, forget about homie.
You're talking about months. And he's allowed in our house to fuck her.
Shut up, yourself.
I just got a fuckin' break. Come on.
It's everywhere you can.
Christina!
Christina.
Where the fuck ya going?
I'm heading over to Blacker to meet the girls.
And who's this fuckin' Nigerian?
Whacker, please, not tonight.
I'm Irish born and bred, pal, yeah, and I'm proud of it.
Hey you, don't be getting fucking lippy. Keep ya mouth shut.
He's selling me a few yokes, is all.
- He's selling a few of his? - Yeah.
So he's dealing on my patch?
Argh!
Don't ever let me catch you selling the Primrose again!
You fuckin' hear me?
Don't! Leave him.
He did nothing!
Give me that.
Bingo. They're mine now you little fuckin' windbag.
Shit.
Who wants a taste?
Smoke?
Cheers.
Heard you're a dealer now.
Why, you're buyin'?
Ain't you married to the biggest dealer in Darndale?
No, not married.
Derra doesn't want me takin' them.
Okay.
How many do you want?
That's plenty.
How much?
They're on the house.
Okay.
Cheers.
From London, are ya?
I was brought up there but my parents are Irish.
We moved back here when I was 18.
You're Jay Connolly, ain't ya?
Jay, yeah.
I knew I recognized your face.
Your dad Teddy was good friends with Derra.
I remember you when you were this size.
How old are you now?
Twenty-four.
You look about 30.
Cheers.
That's what happens when you live around here.
I'm nearly old enough to be your mother.
Well, age is only a number and you look about 30, so.
That makes us even, love.
You sure know how to charm a girl, don't ya, Jay?
Jay, man.
Cob said they're gettin' hopped down on Primrose.
Come on, let's fuckin' go man.
Go go, now!
There he is, lads.
Ah, Cobbie man, what happened?
Fuckin' Marco Kelley.
He bust me nose and took the big bag, Jay.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
That was all our yokes.
I'm gonna carve his fuckin' face off, Jay. All right?
What are you doin' with that?
Get that away.
Now.
But Jay, man, he took everything we have.
He fuckin' needs to get cut up.
Get it the fuck away, now!
Let's go get it back.
Come on, man.
Hey, wanker.
You think you're hard?
Right now, you and me. Come on.
No fucking problem, pal.
Turn him out, Jay.
Shut him up, Jay.
You're a fucking dead man!
Oh shit.
Yeah, give us a 16 inch there with ham.
Cheese, paprika?
Those little sprinkly things you put on there.
So the Whacker got whacked?
Serves him right for running.
Someone took the big bag off him, though.
Let's find out who.
What's that Mexican stuff you have?
The green thing and it's all hot and spicy and all.
You throw that on top, will ya?
Fucking jalapeños.
Yeah.
What you mean you won't deliver to Darndale?
I'm out there making a bleeding masterpiece.
You're not gonna bring it to me?
What the fuck am I gonna have for me tea?
Oh, really?
Wilson won't pay.
Why not?
Said he doesn't have it.
That's a bleeding lie. 'Course he has it.
You're too fucking soft Cobbie, you know that?
Yeah, Dano. Listen.
What's the excuse?
Doesn't have 'em.
Said, "Jay can go fuck himself." He's not paying you a cent.
What did I say to you, Jay?
Collecting payment ain't as easy as Dano thinks it is.
What you mean, not easy?
Just put a hatchet to his fucking neck then watch the little cunt pay.
Who was in the gaff?
Just him and his ma, we think.
Jay, you can't storm this guy in broad daylight, man.
His ma and all is in the place.
Too right, we can.
She's a dirty smack head.
My job, if it's gonna.
That's the way shit runs in this game, Glenner.
You teach that little bitch a lesson he won't ever forget.
Look, Jay, leave. Forget about it.
Can't let it happen again, man.
No.
I'll get it now, all right?
Come on.
Do we not need better carvers for this?
I want this little shit bag to look me in the eye.
What about the pigs, Jay?
Who's gonna call the pigs in the fucking jungle?
Who's there?
Open up, it's your son's mate, Jay.
- Who? - Don't open it, Ma.
Just open the fucking door, you junky bitch,
or we smash it in.
Open up else or we're coming in.
Listen you little bitch, open this fucking door.
Get the fool.
Where's me fucking money, Wilson?
I want it now. Where's the money?
Don't hurt him, please!
Shut the fuck up, you junky bitch, or I'll rip the hair out your skull!
Are you disrespecting me?
I wasn't disrespecting you, pal. I wouldn't do that on ya.
- What'd you say to Cobbie? - I don't remember. I was stoned.
You don't remember? You were taking a piss, you little prick.
You were stoned on our brand.
You want me to talk to chief for non-payment
and then your dad'll have to pay it back.
No, Jay, please, his dad's in prison.
I'll pay you the money.
I have a little girl upstairs.
I don't want her to see that.
- Who's upstairs? - Me daughter.
- She's only 11. - Glenner, go up and check.
How much did he owe ya?
Look, it's not about the money, Janice. He's disrespectin' me big time.
- Here. - Word or you'll get a little nail.
It's all the money we have. Here, take it, take it.
Don't sell it to him any more, big Jay.
Shit.
Give us our money. Give us that.
She called the pigs, lads.
Whoo!
Where's the money, Dano?
Ah, fuck's sake, it's gone lads.
What do you mean it's fucking gone?
I don't have it, Jay.
It musta fell out me pocket when we hopped that wall.
Can we go back?
No, we don't go fucking back.
Look, Jay, if you need money so bad, there's that offer I was telling you about
the edge of Darndale.
Me brother's on with Flicko's shit. That'd be an easy take.
Armed robbery now, Dano?
You're some bleeding tool, do you know that?
Yeah, well, go fuck yourself you piece of shit, yeah?
Look, it wasn't my fault we lost the money here.
Bleeding Cobbie should've known it was in the gaff.
Oh, don't be fucking blaming me, Dano.
How was I meant to know there was a young one upstairs,
you little prick?
Where ya goin', Jay?
I'm going home for me tea.
Same.
So y'all just leavin' me here on me own?
Well, fuck the lot of youse then, yeah?
Angie, that's not enough money.
Ross, I promise, just tell Derra
I'll make it up to him next week.
Oh, you'll make it up to him, all right.
That credit's well fucking spent.
He wants his money.
So the best thing you can do is get inside,
get your fucking purse
and get the fucking money now!
Here, don't be shouting at me ma like that.
Or what?
Or I'll take your fucking head off.
Fuck are you gonna do?
You fucking stackies.
No! No, Jason!
Sarah! Jason!
Sarah, get him! Jason get back!
Jason!
For fuck's sake, Jason, get back.
You've 24 hours to get the fucking window fixed.
What're you gonna do?
- Or your gaff is goin' up. - Do it.
In fucking flames.
Fuck you, your car will go up in flames!
So don't feel your fucking yoke yet.
It's okay. Look at me.
Look what ya did.
I told you stay out of it.
Look at the trouble we're in now.
Ain't no thing, come here.
It's all right.
Here, spot us for a sec, Jay, yeah?
Bit heavy, no?
Just a stack.
Come on.
Ah, fuck.
Didn't take me protein this morning, bro.
'Sup with you?
That fat head Ross Kelly came around to me gaff
this morning and threatened me ma.
Looking for dead ass money.
What? You're fucking joking, man.
Here.
Do you know what we do?
Do you know what we fucking do?
We whack Derra firmly and take over.
Yeah?
It could be easy, I'll get us a glock, no problem.
No.
Listen to me.
That offer you were talking about.
How much is a hold?
Twenty grand.
- Oi. - All right.
You get the glock.
Meet me on the edge of Darndale tonight, all right?
We're gonna do it?
Fucking team.
Are you up for this?
Stay back! Don't fucking move!
On the floor!
Get on the fucking ground, you fucker!
Don't move or I'll fucking destroy ya.
Okay! Okay!
- Where's the rest? - That's all there is.
I'll make ya fucking eat it!
That's all there is, I swear to god.
- Where is it? - That's all there is.
Stay on the ground!
Stay down.
Stay on the fuckin' ground.
Fuckin' cunt.
Let him go!
Let's get the fuck out.
Come on, let's go.
You fuckin' see me?
You fucking...
Fucking take that!
You fucking cunt.
Come on, Dano, for fuck's sake.
I danced on his head, boys, yeah?
Stompin' on him, we was.
And he was bawling his eyes out.
Begging for his life.
"Please, please, I got a family."
Boom. Knocked him out cold.
Cleaned the fucking place out.
Didn't we, Jay?
And he was calm as a bleeding daisy and all.
Wasn't he Jay, yeah?
Calm as a daisy, Dano.
You're a bleedin' sap, you know that?
Yeah, I guarantee it didn't even go down like that, Jay. Did it?
Didn't I go down on your ma last night?
So, fuck you, anyway.
All I can say is fair play, lads.
Takes balls to do that. Seriously.
Three grand.
So much for 20 fucking Gs, Dano.
Yeah, but with that, Jay,
we can buy a heap of brown off Flicko.
So you wanna be selling brown, Jay?
Why not?
Tellin' you, it's bad news, man.
My word of alloy, I fucking hate brown.
No, seriously it's not my negativity you're taxed with.
Now, shut the fuck up. It's blood money.
Ya mean good money, Glenner.
Exactly.
You whine all day like a bitch, Glenner, yeah?
We sell it, enjoy the good life.
And you can keep on struggling with yo rap show, yeah?
Oh, I'm strugglin'?
Wait here.
I tell you what. We do bag here to now, right?
Put half that money on the fucking table here and now.
I guarantee you we would sell more fucking CDs
than your little brown. That's a fact.
I can't even give it away. Lord knows, bloody Glenner.
You're delusional. I fucking telling ya.
That is a fact.
You can get rid of 'em.
Listen lads, relax. Relax.
Relax the two of youse, will ya?
I'm gonna pay Derra back first,
and then we'll see what happens with the rest of the money, all right?
Who's that?
Jenny Deegan and her mates.
Cobbie, Cobbie, stash that cash, man, yeah?
Hey, that's not bad bro.
Come on in, ladies.
The sexy mutts are in the house, boys.
What the fuck is Kim doing here, man?
Fucking bad news, bro.
That's what I'm talking about, here.
All these toy, boys.
Cobbie,
Jay, now Glenner on the ground.
Make yourself comfortable, will ya?
It's Jay's. Go on, go on.
Hey, that was quick.
I'm not messing with you, as well. I got her, I got her.
How are you, Jay?
Good. You?
Want a sniff?
Yeah.
Thanks.
What are you, some big-time drug dealer now?
Just trying to make a few quid for me family, you know.
I didn't come around here for free coke, you know.
No?
Jenny told me you'd be here.
Here, slug that down, will ya?
Ah, yeah, I'm not fucking listening to that bleeding rap shit.
Now, come on, Maura, put this CD on.
That's a new track. That just dropped.
I have to say, I don't mind that one better.
It's a good, little track.
Oh!
That killer one is taking over.
Go faster, will ya?
- I'm trying. - Speed it up.
Give us a shock. Get over there.
Oh, for fuck's sake. Bollocks.
You fucking wench. Let me concentrate.
Why you fucking come here?
Fuck's sake!
Don't fucking shout at me 'cause you can't get it fucking up.
It usually works, you know it does!
It never fucking works for me.
Shut the fuck up, will ya?
Looking at me fucking weird.
Get outta here, if you're gonna be like that.
Well, I'm going this way.
You all right to go home?
Yeah.
You sure?
I'll get a taxi.
See ya later, Jay.
All right, Jay, how did Kim's pussy taste?
Shut the fuck up, will ya?
I wasn't with her.
What, are you scared of Derra finding out?
Snap box make it a nice one here.
Let me explain something to you.
In the jungle, there's only room for one big cock.
If you want to be the king, you have to ride his missus.
Says the man who couldn't even get a hard-on last night.
You fuck off.
Ah, no, man, it's those bleeding yokes.
Me dick shrivelled up like a raisin.
Yeah, look.
That little, gnarly bollocks making damn sure not to come near us.
They have our yokes, Jay.
They only kept walking 'cause Micka got a slap-off.
Go and get them.
That there's a command on a row. What do you want me to do?
So?
Want me to go and get them?
- No, no. - Are you sure now?
Yeah, I'll talk to him.
All right, all right. Go on then.
Hey, what's up, bro?
You got that bag of yokes for me, pal?
What bag?
The bag, you know, that was on Whacker when you clipped him.
What are you talking about, you fucking idiot?
My bro clipped no one.
Well, Jay Connolly's over there
and he wants his bag back, you know?
Before things get heavy.
What are you gonna do?
He'll kick your face in and they'll do nothing.
Kick my what in?
What's up?
These boys won't give the bag back.
Did I fucking say I wouldn't give it back? Hmm?
Just don't have it on me here and now.
Where is it?
It's at the cabin.
I'll tell you what, Jay.
You send your man around and I'll give youse it back.
That all right with you, big man?
Sounds good. Come on, let's go.
Go on.
Cheeky little fucker. Like to box him in, the cunt.
Shut your mouth, that.
I'm sick of listening to ya.
What?
If you're gonna do something, do it.
Jay, what can I do? The man's a fucking lunatic.
He whacked Whacker for nothin'.
Grow a set of fucking balls.
Is that ready, Mum?
Yup, I'm just finishing up.
Here.
Thanks, Mum.
Did you think about that course?
- Yeah. - And?
I don't know. What's the point, like?
The point is you need to sort yourself out.
What are you going to do, hang around here for the rest of your life?
Okay, Ma, I'll think about it.
Stop, Ma.
You touch this fucking car again, you're fucking dead.
I have Derra's money.
I want the weekly payments with interest and I want 200 for that window.
That's everything my family owes you.
Tell Derra I don't want him or you coming near this gaff again.
Where'd you get this?
You're lucky I didn't tell Derra about this.
- Hello, Sarah. - I've come for Jay.
He's in there, love.
Sarah, what's up?
I'm pregnant, Jay.
What?
You're serious?
You're on the pill, aren't you?
Yeah.
So, how the hell did it happen?
I don't know.
- I think I missed a day here or there. - Here or there?
For fuck's sake, Jay.
Sarah, wait! Sarah.
Sarah.
- Sarah, love. - Leave me alone, Jay.
- Hey, look. - Go away.
I'm sorry. Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?
I didn't mean it, I was just in shock.
I'm gonna be a dad.
I'm over the moon. All right?
Come here.
That beautiful face, look at them little dimples.
One and a half.
Call Tim and tell him to get a fucking half ounce.
You won't regret this, Jay, trust me.
Should have done this years ago. We'd be millionaires by now.
How would you know?
Deco used to buy gear off him
before he legged it over here to get away from Derra.
Him and his younger brother, Johnny.
They were nut jobs back home.
These lads are big time.
I don't give a fuck who they are.
All right, Jay, I'm just saying.
So, what can I do youse for?
Want to buy some brown off you, Flicko.
You mean tea?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tea.
How much?
Whatever Derra buys.
I thought Derra Murphy looked after the tea in Darndale.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind us moving a few ounces.
So, who the fuck are these two?
Relax, will ya?
This is Deco Collins' little brother and his mate, Jay.
They're looking for tea bags.
What the fuck is Deco courting?
You just let them in here out of the blue?
They could be fucking rats for all you know.
No one's a fucking rat.
Don't get all power on me now, Johnny, right?
You're getting too friendly, bro.
What happened to the rules? No strangers.
Look, I told ya, I know the lad.
Now get out of the fucking room
and let me do a bit of bleeding business, all right?
Sorry about that, lads.
Is he all right, Flicko?
Yeah, yeah, he's cool.
Just gets these tantrums every now and again.
He'll be all right.
Look lads, I'll do this for youse
because I knew your brother, Dano.
You're not to tell anybody where you got it from.
I don't want word getting back to Derra, all right?
No worries, Flicko.
Yeah? Here.
Appreciate this, pal.
I'll get Johnny to count this.
He's good with numbers.
Back in a minute.
I got a little problem now, Jay.
What?
It's not exactly two grand on the button.
What do you mean?
It's a few hundred short.
Look, I told Jenny I would sharpen, all right?
But I had some lovely, fucking cherries.
They're trying to buy 'em, man, you know what I mean?
So you spent all our money on sessions now?
Well, you took most of the payoff to Derra.
So what happens when he sees we're short?
I'm just saying, nothing. Play it cool, yeah.
Johnny's counting the money there, lads.
Another couple of minutes.
Yeah, Flicko, Dano has got something to tell ya.
Yeah? What's that, Dano?
- What was supposed to be in that? - What?
- What was supposed to be in that? - Two grand.
Well, it's short!
I told you he's a fucking rat. Coming in here, trying to fucking rip us.
Hey, I'm no fucking rat, all right?
You're nothing but a dirty fucking rat!
You call me a rat one more fucking time, I'll box the head off ya.
Oi, shape up, you!
Let's go, girls! Come on!
Let go!
Let him go.
Get the fuck back.
Get the fuck out!
You'll get fucking whacked Watch!
Fuck off, now!
Fucking ball in his hands.
What was that?
Relax.
Now, we'll have to wait for the kid to get back from school.
Then I'll send him up to Darndale Park
to meet youse later on, all right?
All right, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Listen, we appreciate it, Flicko.
I can deal with him in the future. Just let us know, yeah?
Fucking pigs.
I'll back you up. Don't look nice.
You boys lost?
All right, scum bags.
Look at the head on this thing.
Look at that.
Put your fucking hand down.
A corn cob, that, bro.
Keep your fucking mouth shut.
What you feed that, dog food?
You boys are looking awful suspicious.
I think a drug search is warranted.
What you reckon, Jack?
Absolutely.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Fucking scum!
Get your fucking hands off.
Don't pull your piggy dick out.
It's tickling me insides.
Look what I found.
What's the money for, boys?
This isn't the Sheridan brothers, are we, Jason?
Who are they?
Funny fucker, aren't ya?
You won't be so funny when the bailiffs come to evict you and your ma, will ya?
And we're gonna have to confiscate this money, Jack.
I think that's it, Ray.
You can't do that.
Who says we can't do it?
We can do what we fucking want.
Got a problem there, officers?
Routine drug search.
Have they committed an offense?
Stay out of it, Sheridan.
Because if they haven't,
the law says it's illegal to search them.
And I'm sure my solicitor will verify that when I send them this video.
You hear that?
The law don't even know the fucking law.
You're gonna get what's coming to you, Connolly.
Scumbags like you always do.
It's been a pleasure, boys.
There's me lads.
Up, up, up. Aw fuck off.
How's you?
All right, babe.
Got your dinner filled out for ya.
Oh, yeah?
How 'bout I feel your ass out for ya, how's that?
You're a sick fucker, Derra.
No, stop it.
Not in front of everyone.
They'd fucking pay to watch.
I already moved in.
Eat before it gets cold.
Fuck off, you're not getting this.
What's with the moppy head on you?
I'm all right, Dad.
You want to cheer up, son.
Life's too short.
He's probably depressed or something.
I'm not depressed, you sap.
Want a good kick up the ass to sort it out, eh?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going?
I told you, I'm going for a drink with Jenny.
All right, go on, so.
Have a nice night.
Okay.
Dad, I need to talk to ya after dinner.
Yeah, we're playing poker, like.
We'll have a game of poker, we'll shout then.
I don't like poker.
No, he just loves playing with his knob.
Look, don't mind them. They're only wankers.
Sit down.
What's up?
Remember that fella I was telling you about? Jay?
He sells the grass?
I don't give a fuck about grass.
He can eat the grass for all we care.
Well, him and his mates are selling brown now.
- Jay who? - Connolly.
Who's that?
Angela's son.
Teddy, her man, topped himself off in the lake.
What's he selling?
I don't know. But they're making money.
That's that little bollocks I met
when I was out collecting.
You'll want to watch him.
Tell you what you do, son.
You keep an eye on this fella.
He gets any big ideas, you let me know, will ya?
Can I shoot him?
No.
How ya getting on?
What?
Don't play the fool.
You're selling gear.
Do you know who I am?
Don't know what you're on about.
My dad will bury the whole fucking lot of youse,
if he finds out you're selling here.
Sean, you're what, 22 maybe?
But you look about 12.
Just because you look like a little bitch
doesn't mean I'll spank you like a little bitch.
My dad'll blow your fucking head off, he hears you speaking to me like that.
Yeah, your dad, your dad.
But you'll do nothin', will ya?
Don't put your fucking hands on me.
There'll be petrol bombs thrown through every window
in your fucking gaff.
Come on, Jay. Forget about him.
Come on, fuck off.
Let's get out of here, yeah?
Fucking little rats.
All right, Ma?
Hey, love.
Have something for ya.
Yeah?
What's this?
Have a look.
Something you want to tell me, Jason?
What, Ma?
First you pay off all my bills, and now this?
I told ya, I'm doing well now.
Don't tell me you're dealing.
Don't bring that on us, not after what happened
with your father and the drugs.
Ma, it wasn't the drugs that killed my dad, all right?
I didn't think I raised a drug dealer, Jason.
Aw, for fuck's sake, I'm not a drug dealer.
I told you, I'm getting more gigs now.
- You're a liar. - I'm not a liar.
You're a liar.
I'm not a liar, Ma. I'm doing well.
I'm doing gigs and making money.
Then swear. Swear it on his grave.
I swear on my dad's grave I'm not a drug dealer, Ma.
I'm sorry, love.
I never should've thought that about ya.
Do you know what?
You're gonna make a great father, do you know that?
Jay, I fucking love you bra, seriously, man.
Come on, will ya?
I mean it.
Youse looked out for me in school
and I fucking appreciate it.
You're welcome, bro.
Feeling's mutual, all right?
We're making serious cash out here.
I know Dano talks a lot of shit.
We don't want to go to Spain for it.
We should stay here with us, man,
and watch the money flow in.
I'm fucking panicking.
It's a relief for me, anyways.
Heads up. Trouble, careful.
Cosmopolitan, please.
I hear you got a new car.
Things are going well, yeah.
You know, I can't stop thinking about that night at Dano's.
It's like we've got some unfinished business.
You're not worried about Derra?
I stopped worrying about him a long time ago.
Lads are waiting.
- Fucking Cobbie deal a nice grand. - I ain't heard this.
No, it's a true story.
This fella is sitting in the fucking local pub
and the postman walked in with a package for the barman.
It delivered him on the bike.
He still has his helmet on.
This fella turns around, sees the dude walking in the door,
all black, black helmet on.
Dives off the stool behind the bar.
Pissed himself, he literally pissed himself.
He thought he was getting assassinated.
Oh, boys, we're the lions of Dublin now, look at this.
This is the life!
You want a shot, ladies? Shots are on me.
Yeah, shots are on Dano.
Jayo, you want a shot, too?
Collect that bag of yokes off the Dempsies yet?
What, what?
Did you get that bag of yokes off the Dempsies yet?
- Oh, well, not yet. - Why not?
What you mean, why not?
I'mma go, boys yeah, fuck off.
You think I'm pricking around here, now?
Getting off me face, having fun?
Come here. Come here.
Come here. I'm not playing around any more, all right?
- Do you understand that? - All right, Jay, for fuck's sake.
Only joking around, Jay is.
I'm not fucking joking around.
Do you hear me?
- You f... - I'm fucking-what?
What? I'm dead fucking serious.
- I'll do it, Jay. - Do you understand?
- Yeah. - Yeah? That's it.
Now shut the fuck up.
Thank fucking God!
How's it going, Evers?
Got that bag of yokes for me, then?
Yokes?
Bag, you know, you said in the chippy
you'd give it back if I come over.
Mecka, what bag is this cunt talking about?
I don't fucking know.
He's a wee half man, isn't he?
Aye.
The bag was on Whacker and you fucking whacked him, yeah?
Whacked?
Who the fuck did I whack?
Are you going around saying I fucking murdered someone,
you daft cunt?
You've been talking to the guards, haven't ya?
I can fucking smell it on ya.
Where's your fucking bodyguard, eh? Where's Jay?
Look, an owt, just connected.
You can fuck with me if you want, but not with Jay, all right?
I can fuck with ya, can I?
Fucking needle dick!
Don't you fucking touch those pants.
You pull those up and I'll chop your fucking cock off.
Now walk out, fucking walk out.
- See ya, Dano. - Yes.
Where is he?
Sarah, I was trying to...
What the fuck?
Stop it! Stop it!
You were in a club last night with Derra Murphy's bird.
Sarah, who told you that?
Roisin, she saw youse together.
Roisin's a little liar.
Don't lie to me, Jason, don't even lie to me!
Were you with her?
Look, Sarah, honestly, I wasn't with her.
We're finished, Jay.
I don't want to see you ever again.
Is it true, Jason?
Aw, Sarah.
Sarah!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Don't know what the fuck Jay was thinking, man.
Stinky binder.
It's fucking Jay, what do you think?
Shit, think if Derra finds out.
Exactly, if Derra finds out.
Derra's not gonna do nothing.
We all stick together, you know?
You sound like fucking Dano now,
he's not gonna do nowt.
You're listening to him too much, man, I'm telling ya.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look at that. Look at what I made in a few days.
Look at that watch.
Fresh cob, girls when we want, sessions when we want,
drugs when we want.
Fuck, you can even get your round finished with that few quid.
I want the dessert.
Treat yourself well.
Yeah, your watch is ugly, I can see. Carry on.
Yeah, yeah. Don't be jealous.
Wake up, wake up, Jay!
What's up?
Those fucking Dempsies, Jay.
What happened?
I went to go fucking get the bag back.
Evers wouldn't hand it over and he bleedin' jocked me, Jay,
jocked me in front of everyone. Everyone was fucking laughing at me.
Well, you shut up and get in there, will ya?
Fuck!
Put it down!
Put it fucking down.
Come on, take it all! I'm fucking sorry, Jay!
Oh, that's some good green, boys.
My dad wants to talk to you, Jason,
about your little drug empire.
What are you on about?
Just be at me gaff at four o'clock.
Fuck off, you little whipper.
Be there or else, Jay.
Fuck that little queer.
I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.
No, we'll bleedin' walk there and take over.
You agree, Jay? It won't be long before he gets one of us.
What are you two muppets on about?
He's not gonna be whacking anyone.
What are you gonna do, Jay?
I'll meet him, see what he wants.
Can't go to that meeting, Jay, not without being strapped, at least.
He wouldn't invite me over to his gaff just to get rid of me.
I'll see youse after I meet him, yeah?
I'm telling ya, don't go to that meeting, Jay.
Dano's talking sense for a change, Jay.
That meeting is a bad idea, man.
Jay, what are you doing here?
Derra called me over.
- Why? - No idea.
You all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's in the back garden.
Go straight through.
I had this dog 13 years.
Like a child to me.
This morning, the van runs over its head.
Crushed his little skull to pieces.
Sorry to hear about that.
No need for you to be sorry.
The driver's gonna be sorry.
Where you gettin' that gear from?
Can't tell ya.
My man likes to keep things low-key, you know?
His business is private.
Have a seat.
I've been selling gear in Darndale for 30 years.
A few years ago, my best mate stole a couple of ounces on me.
So you know what I did?
I blew his fucking kneecaps off.
Now, you know why I'm telling you this?
'Cause if I blew off my best mate's kneecaps,
what do you think I'm going to do to some yofler going around selling gear
trying to make a fool of me?
I'm not trying to make a fool out of you.
Just trying to help me family out.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you've a child on the way with young Sarah,
isn't that it?
Congratulations.
I was best mates with your dad, did you know that?
I heard something like that.
Used to go robbing cars together.
Then I got into selling gear and he got into using it.
Ran a big, hefty bill on me.
Tried to warn him.
But there's no talking to a fucking addict, is there?
Yeah, well, I'm no addict.
I'll do whatever it takes to look after my family.
Okay.
I respect that.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna let you sell on Buttercup.
But you're gonna buy off me.
You're gonna give me 30%
of everything you make like everybody else does.
And I want the name of your supplier.
I'm giving you a way out, son.
Take it.
You won't be living in Buttercup for very long.
In fact, you won't be living at all.
Don't fuckin' move.
Here's how it's gonna go down.
I'm gonna buy whatever the fuck I want, sell to whoever I want,
and you're gonna do fuck all about it.
You're nothing but a bleeding cardboard gangster.
You want this in your fucking mouth, do ya?
No, what'd he say. If you pull it, use it.
You little fucking wimp, ya.
Get the fuck out of this gaff.
We're gonna get ya.
That's a fucking head case.
He pulled that thing out on you, Derra?
He's just trying to act hard, that fella.
Let me plug him, Dad.
Please.
Ya hear him?
You couldn't plug a bleedin' television set in,
for fuck's sake.
That's a very sinister plan.
Here's another one.
- Yeah, what you want? - Two.
Yeah, there's that whacked man with the look.
You get the fuck outta here, before I break ya.
Fucking smack heads, man.
Hey, Murphy!
In there? Kim, are you fucking in there?
I know you're in there.
You're out there riding my fella?
Jason Connolly, haven't ya?
Did you all hear that?
Kim Murphy's out there riding my fella, Jason Connolly.
Do you know what?
You can fucking have him, you dirty slag!
- How are you, Jay? - All right.
- What are you looking for? - Just the one.
Shall we go on a session this weekend?
If I'm not recording my new album, I'll come down.
Can I get a listen to that, actually?
Thought you got told already.
Who's your daddy after today, huh?
The fuck you gonna do?
What the fuck?
Jay, come on quick, it's Cobbie!
Come on, quick! There, Cobbie!
Fuck out of the way!
Cob, man.
Fuck.
- You okay, man? Please, listen to me. - Jay, fucking do something.
Cobbie, please.
Call an ambulance, Dano.
Dano, call the fucking ambulance!
Cobbie, Cobbie, wake up.
You must love to make a show of me, do ya?
How the fuck is he?
Is he fucking dead?
Oh, so you finally showed your face.
He was fucking laying there, wasn't he, Glenner?
Answer me, Jay.
Yeah, he's dead.
Who killed him?
Why, what will you do, Glenner?
You'll do fucking nowt, you useless fuck.
Oh, yeah? This is your fucking fault.
You're the reason we're involved in this!
You're the reason!
Get the fuck back, the two of ya!
Sit down. Sit the fuck down.
It was Sean Murphy, okay?
Who the fuck else would it be?
What are you gonna do, Jay?
We're gonna grab him outside his pa's gaff.
Bring him somewhere.
And blow his fucking head off, yeah?
You sure you want to do this, Jay?
Fucking course, he is.
What, we just let him get away with killing our best fucking mate?
Is that it, Glenner?
Look, Glenner, just get the fuck out, man.
We don't need you.
No, Sean deserves to get it. I'm in.
- Are you sure? - I'm fucking sure. I'm in.
Let's go.
Jason?
Jason, Jason, what are you gonna do?
You're not going to do nothing stupid, eh?
I didn't raise you like that, Jason.
Not now, Ma.
Well, if you do something bad, it'll come back at ya.
Do you hear me?
All right, Jason?
Letter from the bailiff.
You and your mother have to be out of the property
in seven days.
Yeah, and by the time you take the house,
I'll be living up in Marabel like a king.
Yeah, dream on, Connolly.
There he fucking is!
Go, go, go, go!
Get it moving!
My dad's gonna fucking kill youse.
Your dad's never gonna find you or your bones.
I didn't mean to kill him.
Changing your tune.
Not so fucking hard now, are ya?
Let me fucking go!
Shut your mouth, will ya?
Down the hill! Move!
All right with you.
Jay, I'm sorry.
Just let me go. I won't tell anyone.
Please, Jay, man, I beg ya.
I'm too young to die.
So was Cobbie.
I know.
Jay, think about this for a minute.
He's out there killing our best fucking mate.
I'll tell him to stop all this for you.
Just give me one chance.
Don't fucking listen to him, Jay!
Blow his head off, now.
Don't kill me.
Because if my dad finds out, he'll come after you, Jay.
And he's gonna find out.
You idiot!
I'm outta here today, lads.
Jay, get out while you still can, bro, yeah?
What's the story?
He was seen being pulled into a car by fucking Jay Connolly.
I fucking knew it.
Did you go in the house?
Nobody there.
Corey, get the van.
Get the two. We're going.
Fuck!
Jason.
Jason. Jason, what's wrong?
Jason? Jason?
What happened? You all right?
You're all right. You're all right.
What is it?
Talk to me, please, please.
Please, tell me. Please.
Can't tell you, Mum.
You can. You can tell me anything.
You can tell me anything.
- I can't. - You can.
You can tell me anything, please.
Please, love.
Please.
You can tell me anything. You can tell me anything.
I love you no matter what.
I killed Sean Murphy, Ma.
I killed Sean Murphy.
No ya didn't.
No.
- Yeah. - No, ya didn't.
- I did, Ma, I fucking killed him. - No, ya didn't.
I blew his fucking head off.
No, you didn't. Stop it. Stop it.
- Stop it. - I did, Ma.
Stop it.
I killed him, Ma.
I blew his fucking head off.
No, please, please.
No, please, please, please.
No, no.
No, please.
He's dead. He's dead, Ma.
Jesus, no.
No, no.
Ma.
Aw, fuck.
I'll blow off your fucking head.
Stay down. Stay down.
What the fuck?
You and your friends were seen dragging my son into a car.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Ya do fucking know. Ya do fucking know.
I'm sorry.
What are you fucking sorry about?
Just tell me, where is he?
What did you do to my fucking son?
- It wasn't me. - It was fucking you.
It was fucking you. Don't fucking lie to me.
I want to fucking know where he was.
It was Jay.
Jay did fucking what?
I want to know, what the fuck did Jay do?
What the fuck did Jay do?
He killed Sean. He fucking killed him.
I'm sorry.
I begged him not to.
Peader, sort him.
Come over there, you. Time for a little spin in the van.
- Don't. - Put your hands behind your back
and put these wraps on ya.
He needs to ask you a few more questions.
Ma?
- Ma! - Jason.
Ma, get your stuff. We're going now.
- Going where? - We're going to Spain, ma.
Just get your stuff. Don't ask no questions.
We're not going to Spain. This is my home.
Ma, if we don't go, it's over.
Over?
Just trust me, will ya?
Please?
Sarah, you're coming with me.
- What? - Come on, we're going to Spain right now.
I'm going nowhere.
Sarah, come here.
Sarah, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm in deep trouble. You have to come with me.
No, Jason, I'm not listening to it.
- I'm sorry. - No.
It's never gonna happen again. Look at me, trust me.
It's never gonna happen again.
- No, I told you already. - I'm sorry.
It's finished.
Look, it's just me and you now.
Me and you. I love you.
And what about the baby?
What we gonna do?
We're gonna bring him to Spain.
Now he's gonna meet little Spaniards.
One last chance, that's it.
Okay, if I fuck up, that's it. It's over.
Sarah, all that matters is I love you
and you love me, I know that.
I know.
Just give me one more chance, please. No buts.
Please. Don't leave me on my own.
You're gonna be there?
I'm gonna be there.
- For the baby? - All the time.
- For me? - I swear to God.
Please.
Come on.
All right.
- Let me get my bag. - All right.
It's okay. I'll be okay, I promise.
Love you, okay?
- Okay. - Sarah.
- Don't worry. - Come on, love. Come on.
I'll get the trolley.
- Yeah? - Jay, it's Kim.
Derra's found out about us.
He's beaten me up real bad.
Can you please come and pick me up?
I can't.
But I need your help, Jay.
I want to get out of the country.
And if Derra finds out he's gonna kill me.
Please, Jay.
Listen, I've got no one else to turn to that I can trust.
What are you gonna do with the car?
I'm going back in it.
You're going back?
I have to help Glenner.
He needs my help with something. I follow youse over, okay?
You're getting on that plane, Jason. You're not going back...
I have to help him out.
He's my mate, Sarah. I have to help him.
That's it, I have to help him. I'll follow youse over.
You're not fucking going back, all right?
- I have to. - Let's just...
Sarah, stop panicking, okay? I'll follow youse over.
I'll be on the next plane. Ma?
Jason, promise me that you'll be with me. Please.
Ma look, take this. All right?
Hold it.
Sarah, I'll be all right.
All right?
- I love you, son. - Love you, Ma.
Why'd you come back for me, Jay?
Because I wanted to help ya.
You felt guilty, didn't ya?
Guilty? What are you talking about?
Guilty for murdering my only son.
All right, see?
Get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out!
Fucking cunt!
Hold him. Hold him.
Where's my son's body?
Fuck you.
Cut him.
Do you want your fucking headstone for your mother to fucking visit?
'Cause I'll cut ya in 1,000 fucking pieces.
Tell me where he is!
Where is he?
Go fuck yourself.
I'll find your Sarah and I'll kill your baby
if you don't tell me where he is!
Where is he?
He's in the lake.
Put him in the fucking grave.
Put him in the grave!