I must away now
I can no longer tarry
This morning's tempest
I have to cross
I must be guided
Without a stumble
Into the arms I love the most
And when that long night
Was past and over
And when the small clouds
Began to grow
He's taken her hand
And they've kissed and parted
And he saddled and mounted
And away did go
I must away now
I can no longer tarry
This morning's tempest
I have to cross
I must be guided
Without a stumble
Into the arms I love the most
Are you okay?
Rosie.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Rosie.
Hey.
Hey Are you okay?
Come here.
What's up?
Hey Hey stop cryin.
My Rosie.
I can stay if you want. I won't go.
No.
You're a fuckin' hypocrite. You know that.
Does it matter?
Yeah.
Yeah, it does matter.
I'm glad he's dead.
So am I.
Who's going to take over?
Don't know.
Nidge I suppose.
Daddy, can you play with me?
Can 't, buddy Daddy has to go to work.
Go and play on the trampoline outside.
Daddy will be out in a second That's what it's there for?
Go on. I'll be out as soon as I finish my breakfast. Good boy.
Don't forget to zip it up at the side.
This one more or less says it was you.
That's a rubbish picture they have of me.
- How are they getting away with this? - I don't know
This is all speculation bullshit.
That paper says it was me. This one here says I'm his trusted lieutenant.
It's all shit.
- Will they get who done it do you think? - How would I know?
Do you think it was your man whose wife killed herself?
- Do I think what? - That he killed John Boy.
Jesus Christ. I don't know.
I don't know I honestly don't know.
Fran could have done it, ordered it from prison.
I'd say most likely it was him but I don't know.
- But it must've been him. - Why must it be him? How'd you know?
Cos you said John Boy had someone bomb her house.
I didn't say that. I know nothing, Trish, understand that.
- The place could be bugged. - Is it?
- No, but you don't know - Do you think they're listening to us now?
No. For fuck's sake. I'm saying don't be saying you know this and that.
You know nothing. I know nothing.
If you want me to come, I'll come.
No, the baby would be crying and everything.
No-one's expecting you to come, so, fuck it. Who cares?
We need to think of a name, Nigel.
We can't keep calling it 'the baby' all the time.
We don't need a name till the christening.
Exactly the christening is next week.
Don't be worried. We'll think of something, okay?
Father of all, we pray to you for those we love but see no longer
Grant them eternal rest and let perpetual light shine upon them.
May his soul, and the souls of all the departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.
A reading from the Book of Lamentations.
My soul is deprived of peace.
I have forgotten what happiness is.
I tell myself my future is lost...
...all that I'd hoped for from the Lord.
The thought of my homeless poverty is Wormwood and gall.
Remembering it over and over leaves my soul downcast within me.
But I will call this to mind as my reason to have hope.
This is word of the Lord.
Thanks be to God.
I am the resurrection and the life, sayeth the Lord.
Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live.
Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.
Rosie, it's me. Look...
It's me. Just call me back, will you?
Don't worry about it. She'll get over it.
- You didn't say anything to her, did you? - No, I didn't.
- What's wrong with her anyway? - I don't know.
Come on, we'll get a few drinks into us.
I know from Trish, sometimes its better just to leave them alone.
- Come on! We'll have a bit of craic. - Alright. Alright.
Don't want today to be a total waste.
The Devil says, 'Do you like drinking?' 'Fuckin' sure', says Paddy
'You'll like Tuesday', says the Devil. 'No hangover cos you're already dead'.
'Sound ' says Paddy 'You like drugs?' says the Devil.
'Fuckin' sure I do', says Paddy. 'You'll have a ball on Wednesday."
Coke, weed, whatever the fuck you want.' Bring it on, 'says Paddy
The Devil goes, 'One more thing. When you were alive, did you ever go queer?'
'Would you fuck off!' says Paddy 'Why?'
The Devil goes, 'Do you know what, Paddy I don't think you'll like Thursday so.'
Hey.
How are you, Debbie?
- Okay? - Good, yeah.
- You? - Great.
Sorry That came out wrong.
I didn't mean that, you know
Obviously
Getting on with it.
Where are you now?
- Like, where are you living? - Why? You want to come over and visit?
Bit all over the place, you know
Staying here and there.
Staying a bit with my folks, till I get sorted
But it's not really working out, so...
So... I 'm staying a bit in Adio's gaff as well.
So I heard. Patch things up, did you?
You mean the goldfish?
That was just an accident. I didn't know you could overfeed them.
No, I mean robbing his gear on him.
That was a joke. Well, not a joke but...
I think Adds glad he's not dead.
He thought when they came in the pub it was for him.
Yeah, I know I was there.
- Sorry about John Boy. - I'm not.
I'm not supposed to say that, but I'm not.
Can I get a smoke off you?
The start of it, though, it was different.
He was all...
Anyways.
Adio treats you better, does he?
Fuck you, Tommy!
Irish car bomb.
That's disgusting. What's in it?
- I don't know. Do you want another one? - No.
I'm having another.
- Alright?
How's your boy holding up?
He's enjoying the free bar anyway.
- Yeah. Where were you? - Outside having a smoke.
You'll be late for your own funeral. What are you drinking?
- Get us a pint. - Paul, get this fella a pint.
Thanks, Nidge. Alright?
How long do you want me to keep the flee bar open?
All day but funeral only, yeah?
- Make sure to look after John Boy's da. - Got you.
- Does she want a drink? - No. She'll be alright.
She's missing her daddy.
- Shell be alright, will she? - Yeah.
- Are you sure you don't want a drink? - No, thanks.
I better go and talk to his old fella.
- Alright, Jack. - Nidge.
How's she doing?
I'm not sure. I just asked her if she wants a drink but she doesn't.
She can have one after I got them to keep the flee bar going.
My old fella is buried up beyond as well. He wanted to be buried beside...
- How are you, Jack? - I'll be over in a minute. Sorry. Go ahead.
He wanted to be buried beside the stream in case he got thirsty.
Good.
Get you topped up there, Jack. Good man.
- Tommy do you want a car bomb? - Yeah, go on.
This is fucking great.
Go easy with the shots or someone will think you're celebrating.
But I'm not.
I better head. Rosie's not answering her phone.
- Will you relax? - I'll be back in a bit.
I know he made provision for you cos I talked to him about it.
I don't care about the money.
- Alright, Dave. - Alright, Nidge.
I was saying John would've had a few bob put aside for Kayleigh.
- Yeah. - They already took the car he bought her.
I know he definitely has it sorted.
It'd be great, you know, for her education.
I'll find out.
Rosie.
- Where will I bring him, then? - Just bring him.
- I don't know where he lives. - Sort it out.
- Are yous off home? - Yeah. I'm going to get her home.
- It's been a rough day. - Yeah. For both of us.
We'll all miss your da.
Look after yourselves.
If there's anything you need, anything.
Come here.
I'll try and sort out where that money is and all.
No. Maybe he was expecting it.
The whole funeral he planned himself.
I thought he'd have a fancier coffin. One of them American jobs.
Waste of money I'd be the same. Nothing wrong with an Irish box.
Remember the Michael Jackson one. It was gold.
Cost 100 grand or something.
You'd be better off spending it on a big party before you went.
- Did he pick the music and all? - Yeah.
If it was mine I'd have Irish stuff. Luke. The Dubliners.
- I've my funeral song picked out. - What is it?
Guns'n'Roses. Mass is over, priest does his thing.
Holy water on the coffin and bang! Welcome to the fuckin' Jungle.
Alright, Adio. What did the brief say?
I don't know. He says cos I wasn't in the room there 's a good chance I'll get off.
They have fingerprints in the room but the brief could say
I was at a party two months before that and they can't prove I wasn't.
You jammy bollocks.
- How's it going with the other? - It's rough, you know
I've been there before. I can do it.
I have the willpower if I want to.
You need to get rid of that mad one, Adio. She'll wag you back down again.
I don't give a bollocks. I don't even fuckin' like her.
See what she done to John Boy. Took his eye off the ball, he did.
She'll drag you back down. She will if she's still banging up.
- She's off it as welt. - You'd be better off without her.
She's mad in the head. Tommy knows what I'm talking about.
Am I right? Tell him.
Yeah, she's bad news.
Go on. Go on.
Okay.
Have a little bit of water Good girl.
Okay have to cool you down. I'm going to open this window.
Mummy I'm freezing.
I know, honey. I'm just getting the doctor.
Shit. Okay
Darren, it's me.
The emergency doctor can't come out till later.
I'm going to take her to A&E. I was just...
Doesn't matter. Just call me, will you?
Hello?
Okay girls. Come on, we're going to the doctor's, both of us.
- Howya? Alright? - Come on in.
- Is Nidge in? - He is, yeah.
Nidge!
Can I get a drink of water, please?
Sorry I'm late, Nidge. Held up with a case.
I'm off to take a piss.
Now. Tap water alright for you?
Sorry Mary. I had the phone on silent. Is she okay?
Yeah, she's fine. Her temperature was spiking.
The call-out doctor couldn't come till later so I took them to A&E.
- She's alrght? - Yeah. Just thought I should get her seen.
- Kids in bed, then? - They're wrecked.
We were waiting a couple of hours.
- I'm sorry - You're fine.
I'm still a little leaked out from the other day.
- No sign of anyone, then? - No.
- What? - I know this is going to sound paranoid.
What?
I keep thinking there's someone out there.
Outside?
I thought there was someone in the house earlier.
It's normal after all that to feel a bit paranoid.
No, it's something else.
I can feel it. Someone watching me.
- Seen anybody else hanging around? - No.
It's like... goosebumps.
- In a panic? - No.
That was a good send-off you gave him.
Hadn't seen his da in years. Since we were kids.
He's fairly shook up, I have to say.
- What were you saying to his daughter? - What?
John Boy's daughter, what were you saying to her?
Nothing. Nothing, Nidge.
Don't shake your head like that at me, you prick.
Playing dumb, is it?
I'm sorry Nidge. I was only talking to her
- It's none of your business. - I don't know what I done,
but I swear to God, I didn't say anything to her.
- It was the funeral. - Are you fuckin' thick or what?
- You know what I'm talking about. - You mean the money?
Yeah, about the money. You know well that's what I mean.
- Are you trying to make a fool out of me? - No. I swear to Good!
You're ducking and diving there, you scumbag.
- Making out I'm not hearing what I heard? - No. I'm sorry
What the fuck has any of it got to do with you?
- I thought... I didn't... - 'I thought, I didn't...' what?
John had said he wanted to make sure she was looked after.
- See she has everything she needs. - What does she need?
She has a ma. She has a stepda paid for her all these years.
There's her family. She doesn't need anything.
It's not John Boys fucking money to pass on. Understand that?
You haven't a clue, Dave.
I seen you there talking all this up.
Shes only a kid but her mas there thinking shes won the lotto..
Wetting herself she was and you the one getting her all hot.
Need to get with the program, Dave.
Talking about shit you know nothing about.
I'm sorry I was out of order and I apologize.
You want a drink?
Please, Rosie.
Darren, it's not fair turning up like this.
- It's not fair. - Come on, Rosie. Please, five minutes.
Five minutes.
- Is it still sore? - Yeah. A bit.
- Do you want me to wait till tomorrow? - No. Do it.
- What do you think? - It's beautiful.
We're always talking about down the road.
Down the road we'll be happy.
Down the road will be perfect but it never is.
- Were you not happy living in the flat? - I was.
What's the problem, then?
Cos it only lasts a few days, a week.
It's like the honeymoon and then the honeymoon's over.
You're back doing your thing again.
Well, say something. You wanted to talk so talk.
- I don't know what to say. - Then head back in so.
No. I mean I don't know what to say.
You know what I want. I want you and that's it.
I want kids with you and I want no-one else. No-one.
But I've said all this to you so I don't know what to say
cos if you don't think the same then there's nothing I can do.
- That's not fair - Why isn't it fair?
Cos it wasn't my decision.
You left. You're the one with the problem.
- You know why I left. - No, I don't.
- Cos of what you've done. - What have I done?
I can't even say it. I asked you and you lied to me.
Swore blind, you did. You don't think it matters cos...
...cos if someone was a bad person, but it does, Darren.
I'd be lying next to you in the bed and instead of thinking:
'This beautiful man is next to me and I'm going to have beautiful babies with him',
I'd be thinking of...
What?
I'd be thinking of corpses rotting in the ground.
- What was that for? - Nothing.
You all sorted for the christening?
Yeah, I'm totally ahead of myself.
It's not like me at all.
- What? - I'm happy
That's good.
- How's the little fella? - I can't believe how chilled he is.
That's cos he has my genes.
How are you getting on without John Boy?
It's different.
John Boy got messy there, getting paranoid and all.
Pissed a lot of people off.
I never thought I'd end up running the show. I don't know.
I don't mean to be ungrateful cos he gave me a start but...
It's easier without him, you know.
I think I can do it on my own.
- What you smiling for? - It suits you, being in charge.
- Turns you on, does it? - Maybe a bit.
Fuck.
Leave it, hell be alright.
Darren, I know it's him. I saw him.
- You're sure? - Yeah.
It was only for a split second but I know 100% it was him.
- It's beyond weird. What's he doing? - I don't know.
- I'd say he's harmless. - Darren, it's not harmless.
It's totally freaking me out.
I'm saying I don't think he means any harm.
- What do we do? - I'll talk to him.
And what, he'll deny it?
Maybe. But if I tell him he's freaking you out, he'll stop.
I know he will.
- Talk to him, then. - Yeah, I will.
Run after it. Make your point, lads.
Leave it in! And again. One more.
Sorry to be turning up here, Martin. I didn't want to ring on the mobile.
Little fella does the GAA, does he? Mine does the soccer.
Don't worry I don't want to bother you. I only wanted to have a quick word. Yeah?
Come on. We'll walk and talk. Five minutes is all.
Okay.
You heard about John Boy. Course you did. Terrible.
We all got a shock.
All I wanted to do is have a quick chat, let you know I'll be taking over.
Sorting you out and all.
The thing is, I have been under a lot of stress.
At work and everything.
I don't know how much use that I'm going to be able be to you.
I'm on traffic.
Don't worry about that. I won't be hassling you for speeding tickets.
I still want to keep this going.
I know John Boy's gone but I'm sure you still have all your bills.
School uniforms and whatever
- No update on who might've clipped John? - No.
I heard it was your man Fran ordered it done from prison.
There 's a bit of history there.
You might pass that on if you get a chance.
I don't want you going round to Mary's house.
- What do you mean? - You know what I'm talking about.
You can stand there and lie to me or you can tell me what the fuck you're doing.
Mary's completely freaked.
So, are you going to tell me what you're doing?
Cos I thought we were mates and here you are scaring the shit out of my sister.
Stalking her like a fuckin' serial killer.
- I wasn't stalking her. - What were you doing, then?
Luke. I need you to stop this. Number one...
- It won't happen again, Darren. - What the fuck were you doing?
If you like her, you talk to her. You don't be fuckin' spying in her windows.
With only her and the kids in the house, what the fuck are you, a pervert?
- I'm not a pervert. - You're a peeping Tom.
No!
Tell me what the story is or you'll get a breeze block across the head.
- I'm sorry. - You're a fuckin' liar and all.
All that shit about getting your night goggles
on to guard her. And it was you all along!
What were you doing?
- It wasn't Mary. - What the fuck?
She saw you. Are you saying she's lying? I thought you said it was you.
It was me but it's not that. It's not about Mary.
What is it, then?
I only do it sometimes for the company.
I don't mean to scare people or anything. I just...
When I was in the care home, sometimes I used to go out for a gander.
This one time I was looking in the back window of a house.
I was going to rob it and this family were all there.
They were watching the telly together. Laughing and everything.
I don't know. I do that sometimes.
Being bored and all.
Sitting here on my own.
I feel sort of good afterwards, you know.
Like I knew them.
Or like they're my family.
I get lonely sometimes. That's all it is.
I'm embarrassed saying it but thats all it is.
- And what about Mary? Why Mary? - I don't know.
I was walking around and I walked up that way
I thought I'd look in. I didn't mean to freak her out.
I'm embarrassed. I'm fucking mortified.
- I'll say sorry and all to her. - You can't do it again.
No.
I don't want you to go near the house.
I understand, Darren. Whatever you say
I need you to swear that it won't happen again.
I swear.
I swear. Darren, it won't happen again. I'm sorry
Alright.
Howya. Go on through, Darren. He's in the garden.
- I got this for the little fella. - Thanks, you're very good.
Go on through. I'll get you a beer.
- Alright, Nidge. - Darren. This is fuckin' shit.
She has caterers in. She still wants me doing the barbecue.
There she is now.
Babe, will you get someone else to do this? I need a chat with Darren.
- Yeah. Go on ahead. - Cheers, Trish.
Come on.
Why she couldn't have them do it in the first place, I don't know.
Don't get married is my advice.
Sorry! Couldn't make it to the church.
Don't worry about it. It was family only really.
I got you this. It's not the baby's present, I gave that to Trish.
I saw this in the pound shop and thought it'd be a laugh.
Here.
King Nidge.
I like the sound of that, I have to say.
So what did you end up calling him?
John.
I know. But it was in the family and fuck it, I figured...
It's one more thing to throw the cops off the scent.
I've never been so scared in my life. I was terrified.
I thought he was going to kill me, kill the kids.
There was nothing I could do. I felt totally powerless.
If you're sure it was him.
Who else would it have been? I'm sure it was him.
- I'm not saying it wasn't but. - What? What?
- It's a problem. - I know it's a problem.
It's a problem problem.
I already talked to him, so it's a problem.
I said it already so straight away he goes back doing it.
- It means he doesn't care. - Fuckin' freak. Why me?
What did I ever do?
All I was was nice to him. I felt sorry for him.
I know.
- No point in me talking to him again. - Fuck no.
It'd only make it worse.
- What about the Guards? No? - What do you think?
Then what?
Darren, the next time...
Unless you were here every second of the day and even then...
- He's disturbed. - I know.
He's not going to get any better.
If he does it again, you don't know what he'd do.
I brought him into the house, Mary.
- Mammy I can't sleep. - How's my princess?
I don't want it to happen again.
He's a freak, you know.
Yeah.
He's the only other person who knows about John Boy, bar you.
It might be for the best, anyway. Nip it in the bud.
I don't know He's gone in the head, I think.
Some fellas are like that. They have some kink in them.
I was thinking it through. Just give him some money to go away
- What would you do that for? - He's been through the wars.
He's never had a break in his life. Maybe he'd be glad of the money.
Sure he would and he'd head off no problem.
Cheers, Darren. I'll get the boat to Holyhead in the morning. All that bollocks.
Piss the money away, he would, and he'd be back in no time.
Where do you think the first place he'd turn?
Back to your sisters house and he'd have her dead in the bed. You know that.
There's only one thing you can do with a sick dog.
Bring him to the fuckin' vet's and get him put down.
- I feel so stupid, Ma. - Come here to me, sweetheart.
I think you're better off without him.
I thought we'd be happy.
But I know he done it.
I asked him and he swore blind he didn't.
It wasn't him. And I wanted to believe him.
I don't know why I was asking him cos I knew...
I knew he'd done it.
I'd look at him when he was asleep and I'd think:
'I have this beautiful, damaged angel next to me.'
I know he loves me and I love him, and I love him and I don't care.
I don't care what he's done to people who are bad anyway.
But there was this little part of me knowing I was only codding myself it didn't matter.
Because it does.
And I can't prove it, but I know
It's got him, Ma.
I look into his eyes and I don't see my Darren any more.
He's just not there.
He's gone.
I don't want you saying about this to anyone else.
- Darren? Luke? - Yeah.
John Boy had the right idea. Don't trust the banks.
Put your money in a hole. Safest place for it.
- I've never been up there before. - No?
Ah, it's beautiful. You're in for a treat. Beautiful.
Pine trees and everything.
- Do we not need the shovels, no? - Ah, yeah.
Jesus! Goodman, Luke.
- Do you have a map or anything? - For John Boy's treasure.
I know where it is. We buried guns up here before.
It was his lawyer told me. Wanted to give it to John Boy's daughter.
Fuck that.
There should be an empty paint tin near it, Luke.
- Is it near the path? - Yeah, its here somewhere.
- Nothing, no? - No.
I swear it was around here.
Will we have a smoke?
- Darren? - No.
- Luke, smoke? - Yeah.
Give us a drag of that.
- Is he dead? - I'd say so.
That'll do it.
- Here? - Yeah, why not.
Here. Right.
The state of my runners.
- Foxes smell this far under? - Yeah.
We're nearly done.
Fuck this. I need a drink of something.
- Where are you going? - I've a bottle of water in the van.
- You want some water? - Yeah.
This is big enough for him. No-one's going to find him this deep.
Yeah. We're nearly there.
See the state of him at John Boy's funeral?
Slobbering all over the place and cracking jokes he was.
I swear, I was looking at him thinking: 'This fucker has one over on me.'
The way he was going on,
you wouldn't know if he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
You know what I mean?
What?
Nothing.
We should get in him, get out of here before it gets dark.
- You take his arms. - Right.
- Hang on.
Come on.
- Hang on. - Right.
Right. One, two, three, upsy-daisy.
Here, Trish, have you seen my new runners?
- Trish! - What?
- Seen my new runners? - I put them in the shoe cupboard
Airport, is it?
Heavy rock.