Perrier's Bounty (2009)

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Perrier's Bounty

The ocean, huh?

Never fails to provoke a person
to musin' on philosophical sh*t.

Heavy sh*t, like life and death and faith.

and all that bewilderin' sh*t.

The f*ckin' universe. the individual's
seemin' insignificance in it?

But are we insignificant?

I mean, take for example

this individual.

Waster, name of MichaeI McCrea.

Last night, he imbibed to b*at the band

and today, he's payin' the seedy price.

It'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 peacefuI 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?

I was, yeah.

Gettin' ripped
instead of hustlin', man? f*ck me

I'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.

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.

f*ck...

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, I'm glad to hear it.
- He's not, you know.

We're as strong as ever.
I mean, the passion, the fire...

Oh, God, how are you?

- Fine.
- Are you sure?

- I just got paid. I can give you...
- No, Brend...

- ... Two hundred?
- No, Brend. it's cool.

I'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,
let me know how it goes.

I will. See ya.

Easy. Apollo
Easy. Heel, heel, heel.

It's only cos he's fond of you, Michael.

Yeah, he wants to f*ck you.

Michael McCreaa

Witness a righteous
f*ckin' ricochet, man.

Good one.

Er, The Mutt been around?

You missed him, man,
and the tiff he got into.

Some f*ck slaggin' his snooker skills,
yeah?

Come here.

f*ck's laughin' to b*at 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. I help you in any other way?

Some sh*t, say, no?

- No.
- Fair enough.

- Any idea where he went?
- I haven't.

- f*ck
- But. listen, man.

You change your mind.
you know me whereabouts.

- Man. youse are barred
- f*ck you. We're taking table nine.

Just remember to keep them dogs
the f*ck off it. you hear me?

I never got that stain out of twelve.

Shut the f*ck up. Mullo.
Achilles get off that table

- The f*ck are you doin'?
- This yours, yeah?

Get that away from me wheel, man.

- Pick it up.
- Yeah?

Man. I'd f*ckin' heft you.

I'll haul you harder
than you f*ckin' hauled that.

Go for it. Come on, go for it.

f*ck him, Lar.
We'll get him again, yeah?

We've got your reg, pal,
and your f*ckin' face.

You are under surveillance big style.

Face.

What the f*ck are you doin' here?

We need to have a chat.

Why the f*ck would I want
to have a chat with you?

Cos I'm dyin', Michael.

What?

I'm dyin', son, and I thought...

You're f*ckin' dyin'?

What is it, cancer?

It's cancer, yeah.

Ah, man.

You gonna talk?

Man. I would if I knew what to say.
This is...

Yeah. I know. And I hate to appear
like this right out of the f*ckin' blue.

But you know, there's sh*t
between you and me is unresolved.

And your mother, of course.

And I just thought, the situation
now bein' what it is that we could talk...

Listen. dad...

What's up, Michael?

- I'm workin' on it.
- I was you. I'd work harder, man.

Either that or just resign yourself.

Try and find a state of Zen
of acceptance, yeah.

Right or resignation.

- Cos we're gonna be comin'...
- ... swoopin'.

Descendin'. Like time and tide,
we wait for no man.

All I owe's a grand, man.

Might as well be a mil,
the chances of me gettin' it by tonight.

Like I said. if I had it, Michael...

You off the drink?

Just have a yen for some java, man.

- So. what other options have you?
- Well, apart from sh**t' meself.

There's this one dude who sharks
occasional, name a' Muttley, man.

Ah. The Mutt.

That's right. You know the f*ck?

Hear he drinks down
at The Millers bar.

The Millers?

- What about our talk?
- Wait here. I'll be back in an hour.

- And then we'll talk?
- Yeah, we'll seae.

We'll see?
I'm only f*ckin' dyin', Michael.

- Nice flowers you got Brenda, man.
- How are you, Michael?

How am I? I'm sick of f*ckin' seein'
you and your b*tches

Excuse me

Listen, Michael. I know Bren's
your mate and all, but you know...

- ... f*ckin' spark's gone, man.
- The spark? So end it, you f*ck, you

Sever your ties and show her
some f*ckin' respect.

- Tosser.
- Are you gonna take that sh*t?

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. looks a bit horsey, man.

It's the horsey ones like you
to give them a gallopin'.

- I know you?
- No. and I don't mean to interrupt.

But I heard tell
you give the occasionaI loan.

When I'm flush I do,
which at the moment I'm far from.

- Sorry, pal, can't help you.
- You serious?

Fair enough.

That sh*t you were sayin' back there man, yeah?

Callin' me chick a bitch and all?
I didn't like it.

- You weren't meant to.
- Well. I want an apology.

f*ck head.

It's not forthcoming, no?

No.

Ok. then...

f*ck

I would happily f*ckin' burst you now.
you know that?

Now, you gonna call Brenda?

- I am
- Well, do it tonight.

And you f*ckin' let her down gently,
you hear me?

Well done, man.
What the f*ck was that about?

I wouldn't like to say.

I wouldn't like to hear you say, cos
that'd mean you'd a big f*ckin' 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
pretty 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 w*nk*r'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, man 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?

I can't f*ckin' hump it solo now. can I?

Also, we halve the exposure time,
two men inside, you with me?

Yeah.

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 f*ck is that?

Oh. he's f*ckin' around
on the missus. look.

Maybe that's the missus.

That's the missus.
the pinch-faced c**t.

No wonder he's gone round
looking for the bit of heft.

We could blackmaiI this f*ck.

Put them back under the wardrobe.

Hey. wait. wait. waita

Couple of them for me personaI use.

I like a bit of volup meself.

Why didn't we look
for any cash?

Plastic, mana Cheque booksa

What the f*ck would he be doin'
with cash?

This way you stand to make
a f*ck 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 small amount.

What?

You're not gonna f*ck me. are you?

Michael. never doubt that The Mutt
is a man of his word. all right?

- Ok.
- Herea

Or that his f*ckin' word
is his f*ckin' bond. you understand?

I do.

f*ckin' cheek of you.

Youse miserable fucksa

I tua Id you we'd get you. sh*thole, yeah.

Surveillance.

Yeah. hello?

You just earned another broken bone.
McCrea. That's three now.

Man. you nearly k*lled mea
I'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?'
- f*ck offa

Cut me off.

What the f*ck are you doin'?

You're illegally parked.

Take it f*ckin' 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.

Correct. May be a delay
even after you pay.

A day, man. could be as much as two.
Do you get it?

Hey. f*ck head.

Can't believe clampers.

Oh. no. no. no. no. no

Not the g*n...

f*ck

Brend. come ona

- You didn't take me g*n. did you?
- No.

- Brend. me g*n is gone.
- I didn't...

I didn't.

You're the only one with a f*cking 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

it was there for me. you know?

Yeah...

I can't live without him...

No. No. Brend.

Brend. wait a minute.
Open the f*cking doora Brenda

So predictable, man.
The last place you wanna go is home...

Cos that's the first place
the f*ck who's after you will look.

You never made your choice of bones.

- Wanna make it now?
- Lads...

No? Sure. f*ck it.
we'll make it for you.

Left leg. tibulus, yeah?

That do it?

I didn't hear a break.
Go again, man. just to be sure.

Here. grab his leg there.

Will you go, man. Come on

I knew you had it

- What the f*ck were you thinkin'?
- I saved your lifea

You saved me legs.
you're gonna cost me me life.

f*cking foola

f*ckin' cryin' again?

All right. Bren? Bren. Bren. Bren.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Ok? You did
what you thought was right.

All right? You just reacted.

What the f*ck are you doin' here?

- That was a long f*ckin' houra
- Oh, right, yeah.

Well. as you can see. I got delayed.

- Is he dead?
- Man. what the f*ck do you think?

What do I think? I think you need
to dispose of the body.

The wise man advises.
You gonna help?

I 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 g*n
in the first place.

It's mine

She stole it off me to k*ll herself.
isn't that right. Bren?

- You suicidal?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry to hear that. now.

- You know I'm dyin'?
- Really?

Shitloads in common.
don't you?

- Shut the f*ck up.
- There's no need for that.

Ls there not?
In case you hadn't noticed, man.

We're in deepest f*ckin' 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 I missed them?
I know the f*ckin' way.

How long was she going out
with Shamie?

Couple of years.
She's better off.

- What was he. a w*nk*r?
- 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 mutuaI toil...

- Man. gimme a break.
- I 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 f*ckin' pony.
Mike.

- Yeah. it's horse. Horse, mana
- Whatever. horse.

You're wastin'
your f*ckin' time, mana

What time's the pay-off?

I 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. Ok. so...

I spoke to your mother
a coupla months back.

- Yeah?
- She's doin' good.

You wanna talk now?

All I 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 d*ed by the sword.

Well. not the sword. the g*n.

There's somethin' romantic.
I reckon. in that.

Lights below...

Stars above...

The waft of... whatever on the wind.

What is it. cowshit?

Certainly has that essence.

So. peace, yeah?

Respite. Sanctuary.

Well earned maybe. but temporary.

cos danger's percolatin' below.

A g*ng is gathered. a common goal.

You with me so far?
Are you followin'?

'Good.

Cos I wanna introduce you
to someone else now.

Dude you may've already
heard referred to.

Name of Darren Perrier

- Did you go down?
- No one there.

- No body even?
- There was nothin', man.

That'll haunt me now.

What?

Lvan's grief.

Rest of me f*ckin' days.

- The f*ckin' poignancy of it.
- Oh, right, yeah.

The rawness.

Suppose them bein'
the best of mates and all...

Lovers.

Lovers?

What the f*ck are you talkin' about?

Never see the way
they looked at each other?

Was, amour there, man.
you can't disguise it.

- I never knew.
- Well. they never said.

There was an unnecessary shame
there too.

A fear...

- Of what?
- Your judgment. maybe?

I'd never have judged, man.

Jesus Christ Love is love.
who cares how q*eer or lezzy?

f*ck.

Ah. that saddens me now.

So. what do you want us
to do now?

Youse awake enough to keep lookin'?

- f*cking right
- Right

Ivan.

I know you and Orlando
were gay lovers.

And I want you to know
it doesn't bother me.

Really?

Man. I'm hep to all that sh*t.

Just wish you would've told me.
though. you know?

I'm sorry. Darren.

Hey. forgiven. forgotten.
know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah.

Forgiven. forgotten.

So f*cking sad.

- Are you sad?
- I am...

- Are you vengeful?
- I'm devastated.

Right. Are you vengeful?

- I don't know. I just wanna...
- Get revenge?

- Yeah.
- Good. cos listen, man.

If the boys don't get
these fucks by mornin'.

I'm puttin' out a bounty.

That's right.

That's how much I 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.
- f*ck that sh*t.

Thank you.

- Least I can f*ckin' do for a mate.
- Thank you.

Anyway...

I'll leave you to your grievin'.

- You been there all f*ckin' night?
- That's right.

- Why?
- Keep myself awake.

- Why would you wanna do that?
- No reason.

If I tell you somethin'.
do you promise not to go bananas?

Maybe.

I don't have cancer.
Now don't be goin' bananas. nowa

- You're not f*ckin' dyin'?
- I didn'tasay that.

Ln fact. it's gonna happen
sooner than you think.

- When?
- Next time I 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.
I can still differentiate. It was reala

- He told me...
- Brendaa

- Jim. he said...
- Brenda. get yourself in gear.

Listen to me. sona

Man. there I was feelin' sorry for you...

So you should.

And here you come tellin' tales.
toyin' with me f*ckin'...

Why, man? Me f*ckin' sympathya

- Michael. he came to me.
- No. he didn'ta

You and me have sh*t
we need to resolve. son.

f*ckin' toot sweeta

'Toot' what?

Bren. we're gonna have
to burn your car. you mind?

Do I mind? Yes. I mind.

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 f*ckin' thing...

- All right.
- All right thena

All right f*cking burn ita
I don't give a f*ck

Shamie and I 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.
- I am.

I don't get it.
How could you be dying?

Forget it. Bren.
You don't wanna know.

- I 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.
I'm willing at least to make the effort.

All right. so...

Oh. just shut up
and come on. will youse?

I was lyin' there in me jiammies.
I'd just gotten into bed. you know?

And the room got cold.
Really quick. like. really cold.

And I looked
and I saw this dude there.

Nothin' strange about him. middle-aged
dude in a suit at the end of me bed.

But I knew. I knew who he was.

And he said to me.

Jim. bit of bad news
for you. Jim.

And I said. Am I dead?

He said. No. But next time you sleep.
you will be. you with me?

I said. I am, man. I am.

Sure. why wouldn't I be.
you bein' The Reaper and sh*t?

And he said. That I am, man.

That I am.

Heya Get on out of there. nowa

it's rainin'.
Do you believe this?

- Bitch'd begrudge us a bit of shelter.
- Nowa

f*ck you
We'll go when it eases offa

- What then. Jim?
- We talked a bit. believe it or not.

The lights went out. and when I turned
them on again. he was gone.

So I went downstairs to the kitchen.

Poured meself a sizeable
drop of Jack and wept.

You know why?

Because never in my life
have I been as certain of anything

as I was that he was
who I 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 r*pe me.

What?

You f*cking animala
You sodomitea

Well. we'll see in a minute exactly
how the likes of you is dealt with.

That's amazinga And did you
get the chance to ask him. Jim?

- About what?
- About the afterlife.

I 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?
- I 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 sh*t?
- Will youse f*ckin' sketch?

She did f*ckin' ring thema Bitcha
Do you believe it?

Still suicidal. Bren?

Am I what? Oh. no.

- That's good to hear. Why not?
- Well. I'm sober now for one.

And for two. I'm kinda convinced
there might still be hope.

I'm not gonna just give up. Jim.
I'm gonna fight for my man.

Find out what the problem is
and see if we can't.

Through good. f*cking honest
communication. work things out.

- I'll call as soon as we get back...
- What? Are you mad?

- I'd only be there half...
- No

I'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 w*nk*r, man.
- That's it?

- Yeah, yeah. That's right.
- Maybe you're the w*nk*r.

Oh. maybe I am. but I'm not the w*nk*r
has you pullin' your hair out

every other night.
and me havin' to suffer it.

Shamie was odd tonight.
I'm really worried about Shamie.

Shamie's been blowin' hot and cold
on you the last two f*ckin' years.

Know why you never knew
where you stood?

Because you never f*ckin' 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

All right.

A convenient f*ck.
And it's not all right.

I'm just sayin' give her
a f*ckin' break, man.

Don't mind him. Bren.

What the...

Blazes?

Bren?

Now this... This is just
f*ckin' infantile, man.

f*ckin'...

Bren?

Brenda?

- Can't say I blame her, Michael.
- What?

Well. what you said
was fairly f*ckin' insensitive.

Sensitive as she is at the moment.

Yeah. well. you know.
tough love and all.

- Home truths?
- That's right. sh*t f*ckin' had to be said.

- Any coke on you, Michael?
- Any what?

- Cocaine.
- What the f*ck are you talking about?

- Come on. I'm asking you to get in.
- I don't want to get in.

Get the f*ck off mea

Right.
What we'll do is talk to them...

Daa Daa

Freeze. motherfuckersa
Move and I'll blow your f*ckin' brains out.

- Hiya. Bren. Get in.
- Hiya. Jim.

- Now. get down on the ground, man.
- Take it easy.

Down, mana
Toot f*ckin' sweet.

- Toot what?
- Shut up. Toot sweet.

Michael. get in.
Go on, man. I've got your back.

Don't f*ckin' move. you with me?

You follow?
Don't even f*ckin' breathe. a

So. you gonna punch it or what?

All right. Bren?

You not talking to me?
all right. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.
I just...

How sorry are you?

- Very. What do you mean?
- Make it up to me.

- How?
- Bring me down to Shamie's.

Oh. f*ck that.
Ring him. you want.

- I need to see hima
- Bring her down to Shamie's. son.

- I already told you...
- Bring her down. Go on.

sh*t. I fuckin...

- Bring her down to Shamie's.
- Shut the f*ck up, man.

Bring her down to Shamie's.

Shut the f*ck 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

f*ck

Relax. We're not the cops.

Did you stroke that car?

We did.
Did you stroke that one?

We did.

You wanna swap?

Ok.

Are you sure about this?
Michael...

- No. it's fine. Just don't blame me.
- I'm not gonna...

Just don't blame me.
That's all I'm gonna say.

- Why would I...
- Don't go blamin' me.

- You gettin' out or what?
- All right.

And don't be all day, man.
I'm meetin' The Mutt at one.

All right

- Man. will you come ona
- All right

- Hey. Brenda.
- All right. lads?

You know your ma moved down
to Carrigaholt?

- Yeah. where's that?
- County Clare.

It's a beautifuI spot. apparently.

Got a view of the sea and all...

- I was sorry to hear youse split up.
- Uh-huh.

Well. it happens. doesn't it?

- Have you see her since?
- Nah.

I promised her I'd drop down. but...

Lt just never seemed to happen.

I mean. it's not as if we're not
still mates or nothin'. you know?

But what I 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. I'm not goin' downa

The f*ck are you doin'?
Come backa

The f*ck are you doin'?
Come backa

No. you come out.

Man. someone will see you.
you crazy slut. you.

- Are you gonna f*ck me?
- Yesa

Now. come f*ckin' ona

Bren...

Brena

Ah. here we go.

Brena

Just... just wait here a minute.

Brena

- Come on. Achilles. Come on.
- Come on.

A Like that
Get the meat in your mouth

What's wrong with me, Michael?
What was I lacking?

No. don't start goin' down that road now.
you hear me?

You're lackin' nothin'.
You're funny as f*ck. for one.

- Self-pitying. more like.
- f*ck that. now.

- You're also good lookin'...
- Depressive.

- No. you're smart.
- Suicidal. self-obsessed.

Let's not forget the fella
I sh*t last night.

Yeah. I'm a right f*cking catch.

Hoas it going there?

- What's all this in aid of?
- Trainin'.

For the Savage Canine Vernacular
AnnuaI Celebration of Rip.

What's that?

It'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.
look at the meat and go.

Bollocks.

What do you say.
you wanna set them on someone?

Hoose of course.

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.
Hoose

You see?
It's all in the f*ckin' hoose. man.

- Nice one. old timer. Top dog, man.
- That did the business. eh?

You were right. night after night.
my f*cking bullshit.

Hoad you put up with me?

I dunno.
Maybe I'm the bigger idiot.

You are an idiot.

Oh. f*cking hell...

Bren...

Just... blow.

f*ck you f*cking blowa

Youse right?

All right.
I'll be back in a minute.

Mutt?

- Mutt?
- Hoas it goin'?

Ah, man.
Listen. I really appreciate this.

- f*ck that, man. that right. Din?
- Yeah, man.

Nah. seriously.
you're gettin' me out of a major...

Jesus. look at that chick
in her nip, mana

This isn't f*ckin' workin' at all, mana

- What the f*ck?
- Is that Michael?

This is beyond the f*ckin' beyond, man.

- Gimme a clatter.
- What?

To wake me up. A good and hard one.
to get me blood up and running...

f*ck... Good one.

What the f*ck are youse doin'?

- Who are you?
- None of your f*ckin' 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 f*ck did you do to him?

Nothin'. Clobbered him.

Yeah?
You call a clobberin' nothin'?

It's somethin' now.

I don't suppose we could...
Look. Perrier wants...

- Must be his mate.
- Whose?

Perrier's, man. what say?

- Could be.
- Must f*ckin' be, man.

Now. think a little interlude's required.
yeah?

Let's find us somewhere solitary.

- You concurrin'?
- Yeah.

You know somewhere?
I think so.

Give us another clatter. will you?

Another clatter

Mad f*ck. isn't he? Jim.

I like him. though.
Like Bren as well.

Be nice if somethin' developed
between her and Michael. wouldn't it?

Or if MichaeI and Jim resolved
whatever it is occurred in their past.

Be a bit of symmetry there, yeah?
Closure. whatever.

But I happen to know
some sh*t 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'
I didn'tafuckin' warn youse.

Still and all...

...bit of craic, yeah?'

- What the f*ck 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 f*ck is this?
- He owed you. didn't he?

Ten, man.
This is the full-whack thirty.

What he gets for tryin' to get you k*lled.

Thanks. Da.

And thanks. you know.
for savin' me bacon and sh*t.

You're welcome.
So. will you get me some coke now?

- Jesus Christa All right
- Yeah?

f*ckin' shut you upa
I said yeah. didn't I?

There.

- What about comin' down to your ma's?
- No. f*ck that sh*t, man.

The coke procurement's
as far as me obligation extends.

- Where is your ma?
- County Clare.

Why don't you
wanna see her?

None of your business.

- They had a fallin' out.
- Over what?

- Over what?
- Tell her.

You.

- Do you mind?
- Man. I don't give a f*ck.

About four years back.
MichaeI caught this dude.

Name a' Steve Lynch.
givin' this girI 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 att*cked her.

f*cked her up so bad.
she was in hospitaI for a f*ckin' month.

Broke her arm, man.
a bunch of her ribs. her nose...

Otal. that's... That's terrible

Did hae get done for it?

No. he was sh*t by the guards
about four days after.

Yeah. good riddance.

A post office robbery.

That's really horrible. Jima

it wasn't your fault. though, Michael.

- You were only doing what you...
- They f*ckin' thought it was.

Enough at least I was told
they never wanted to see me again.

I was someone they were better off
no longer havin' in their lives.

- Michael...
- I only done what anyone would've.

I know.

Oh. you know?
f*ckin' four years later?

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 couldn't.

I couldn't.

I understand you were hurt.

But weren't we all?

Michael? Weren't we all?

I mean. I just thought. if we could.
one last time. the three of us.

Just sit around a table. you know?

But f*ck it, man. You're right.
It's more than your obligation extends to.

Anyway... we get me coke now?

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?

f*ck, man. you're flusha

Well. circumstances
can change in a quick, man.

All you need is a bit of luck.

Speakin' of luck. you wanna game?

f*ck that. We're in. we're out.
Toot sweet, man.

What?

- Can I have some now. son?
- Gaggin'. huh?

Gents is down there to the right.

- Your old fella. is it?
- Yeah.

- Such a surprise.
- What is?

All this new sh*t.
Your mum. your dad. the falling out.

- What about it?
- Nothing.

I'm just saying
you're fairly enigmatic.

- Well...
- What?

That's me way, man.

Oh, yeah. very good.

I doubt your delivery has the weight
of the Reaper's.

f*ckin' reapera
Tell me you don't believe that sh*t.

No. I don't. But I believe he does.

And I 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 f*cking peacea

Course. you're only gonna do
what you want to do.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Oh. f*ck Get downa

Lads... lads. if we could just
take a minute...

Look. I'm really sorry...

Come on out. lads.
We won't go near youse.

Yeah?
Swear on your granny's grave?

Didn't f*ckin' think so.

f*ck

Don't k*ll them, mana

Trying to take them alive. aren't we?

Ladsa Refrain from sh**t' this way.
will youse?

You sold us out. you c**t?

Yeah. sorry, Michael.
Bit of cash involved.

The f*ck are you lookin' at. bitcha

f*ckin'...

What the f*ck are you doing?
The f*ck is she up to?

Brena

Ok...

f*ck

- What the f*ck are you doin'?
- Michael...

- Michael
- Get thema

f*cking coward's hiding
behind his bitch. Darren.

Go. go. goa

No f*ck

Wait I have to go back.
I have to go back for my da, mana

No. no. they don't know who he is.

He's just some guy. he's safe.
Come on. Come ona

Brena I've been lookin'
all over the place for you.

f*ck

- Can we talk?
- Just shut up and drivea

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.

I thaought you said
you were gonna nab them.

Yeah. I know. What we did
was f*ckin' lose them.

So did we.

- They were here?
- Two f*ckin' minutes ago.

Well. listen. Was wonderin'
if maybe we could pooI resources?

- You know. forget the bounty.
- What?

We've reasons of our own for wantin'
to nab the f*ck. What say?

- What the f*ck?
- CJerome) Heel.

- Get down. Achillesa
- Achilles. you call him?

Yeah.
You know. the invincible f*ck?

I do.
Invincible except for his heel, yeah?

Except for his weak spot.

What's his, man. his head?

High falutin' f*ckin' names, mana

Achilles. no Apolloa

You motherf...

Now. do you wanna mourn your doggies
or do you wanna join them?

Are youse right.
before the guards f*ckin' arrive?

Darren...
Hold on a sec. will you?

I made a mistake.
I was confused.

You know. I was suddenly scared
of where we were goin'.

But losin' you. Bren.

Or the prospect of it.
really put sh*t into perspective.

- What about that girl?
- Nothinga A guide, man.

A guide?
On the path to perspective.

On the road to realisin' that
I wanna be with you forever.

I really do.

Forgive me. Bren. please.

I'm so f*cking sorry.

Come back to me.

- Sorry. Shamie. The spark's gone.
- Spark?

Oh. good, man. Very good.

Referrin' to...? Yeah.

Shut the f*ck upa

And try and take it like a man.
you prick. you.

Up your holes, mana

I hope youse f*ckin' diea

Youse can suck each other's
f*ckin' cocks for all I carea

I mean. I'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...

I've a yen all right.

Which will be satisfied
in due f*ckin' course, man.

Hey. fuckheada

Stay the f*ck awake.

We'll be makin' that call
in a minute.

- Michael?
- Yeah. where are you?

Perrier's gaff. son

Sorry.

- f*ckin' Mutt's here as well.
- Yeah? What do they want?

'Want you. son. You and Bren.
But listen..

I'm gonna take a nap now, yeah?

So. if you come. I'll be asleep
when you get here. are you with me?

Michael?

Michael?

I love you. Da.

I love you too.

Yeah. look. I f*cked it all up...

No...

'I did. You and ma.
I'm so f*ckin' sorry. Da..

- I'm so f*ckin' sorry. Daa
- Put him f*ckin' back ona

I'll k*ll him now.
you don't shut the f*ck up.

Now. a few items I 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 f*ck?

Listen to me. Don't go up there.

They're going to k*ll him anyway.
Are you f*cking stupid? Don't goa

if you go. then you'll both be dead.
Ok?

You f*cking know that.
Don't goa

it was never just
putting up with you. Bren.

Never. you understand?

I loved every minute of it.

f*ck Goda

Yeah?

Come on. mate.

Ah. come f*cking ona

Da?
Get back up. you f*ck

Da?

So. where's your bitch?

Vacated, man.

- Orlando's body?
- Buried.

You believe the insouciance
of this f*ck?

How the f*ck you gonna make a trade
if you've nothin' to make a trade with?

I've meself.

Hmm...

That's far from enough to earn
your old man a reprieve. McCrea.

Did youse pat him down?
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.

Good one. Darren.

Now. your da's gonna die tonight.
McCrea. all right?

That's a foregone f*ckin' 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.

I don't.

I think he thinks
you're a f*ckin' abomination. Ivan.

He's the abomination.

You're the abomination. McCrea.
with your f*ckin' intolerance. am I right?

And your ignorance.

Sure you're only
a f*ckin' murderin' fascista

You gonna do a Maurice Joyce on him?

I am.

What it is. McCrea.
he severs your mickey...

I know what a Maurice Joyce is.

Really? Word gets around. I'm delighteda
Can we get on with it?

Get the f*ck off mea

Hold onto his legs. pleasea

Get the f*ck 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 sh*t. no?
- Yeah. sorry.

Fair enough.
No need to apologise. Ivana

- Would you give us a minute?
- The blood's up. Darren.

- Wait
- Yeah...

Don't worry. McCrea.
You'll get your Maurice Joyce.

- f*ck off
- Sorry...

How the f*ck do you think
I acquired me wealth?

By passin' up opportunity?

Not f*ckin' likely.

Darren...

- No beggin'. now.
- I beg you

He begs me
Pleasea

What did I say. you f*ck?
Gimme that.

You tell him one thing...

- Get back here. you f*ck
- The ricochets. Kenny. f*ck

- You nearly f*ckin' k*lled me
- Darren...

Mind me valuables, yeah?

- Sorry. Darren.
- You sap

What did I tell you?
Dump those fuckersa

That way

f*ck. he's a heavy bastard

Dump them in the porter's skip.
we'll deal with them later.

We're on it.

- Was there a hole in The Mutt's jacket?
- Yes.

Ah. burn it. Snap out of it. Ivan.

All right. fuckhead

All right?

Take your g*ns out and drop them.

Jesus. Cool, man.

- keep your mellow, yeah?
- Yeah. I'm keepin' f*ckin' mellow.

Now. ever so slowly.
that's it. ever so gently.

Place them on the...
That's it.

Good.

Right. you. Get that bag.

Now move it

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. I know. But I can't hide.
Is that it?

Well. maybe I should do you now.
then I won't have to worry about it.

Go for it.

- Get down, man.
- No.

- The f*ck are you doin'. Kenny?
- I'm callin' this screwhead's bluff.

I reckon he hasn't got the grits...

- f*ck's sake. Kenny.
- ... the machismo to k*ll a dude.

Me f*ckin' leg

You're a dildo. Kenny.

Put your hands on your heada

The agony, mana

All right. Da? It's just me. Da.

I'm getting you out of here.
All right?

Peek out of any one of youse.

And I'll m*rder the lot of youse.
you hear me?

I swear to f*ck.

f*cking warning you

Told you

Wait

- I need a doctor. Darrena
- Shut up. Kenny.

The f*ck are you doin'. Darren?

As if I wouldn't have
an old AK lyin' around.

Da? Da?

I'm alive
I'm alive. sweet f*ck

Michael

Where the f*ck's the Reaper now. huh?

No. no. no

He's here. son.

He's just a bit f*ckin' late.

The c**t

Da?

Da? Da?

Da?

No Dada

No

Me f*ckin' handa

Never has anyone given me
so much grief, man.

Good.

Anyway. any last words
before I do you?

Yeah...

What?

Don't.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Man. the f*ck is this?

The f*ck 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?
- Shut the f*ck up

You ready. boys?

- Yeah
- Wait...

Then hoose away.

Hoose Hoose
Hoose Hoose

Hoose Hoose Hoose

Hoose Hoose Hoose Hoose

Wait Wait

Hey.

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 f*ckin' business.

He is.
You hear me, Michael?

Dawson. The best.

OverhauI you in no time, yeah?

He said that this was
where those who lived and d*ed

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...

I dunno. Valhalla or somethin'.

- Amen.
- Amen.

What can you say
that his moniker didn't?

- Wotcha think?
- Achilles...

- ... feel its texture. its power. it's...
- I think I'm in love with you.

What?

- Man. that's the rebound talkin'.
- No. it's not.

Savage yet tender...

I love you too. Bren.
Do you?

Crazy love. like. Yes. I do...

Wild yet devoted...

- Is your love crazy?
- Yeah. I think it is.

Ah. come on. lads.

We didn't talk over
your f*ckin'... eulogy.

Sorry. lads.

Ln the haunch.
the power of the jaw...

The snap...

f*ckin' typical.

First thing I have to do is tell her
her husband's dead.

- Hoas the leg?
- f*cked, man.

f*ckin' vet. I swear.

Yeah. well if it wasn't for him.
you'd be jail.

Yeah...

Your mum must love this place.

- Can I 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?

I dunno.

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?

I'm sure you'll agree
that's a soothin' f*ckin' notion, man.

A happy notion.

But what's to become of Michael?

I mean. is he doomed to remain
the dude he was?

A perpetuaI waster.

forever to be ruled by fear
and confusion and anger?

Or has he. after all the harrowin' sh*t
he's endured and overcome.

come out the other side a better man?

An enlightened man?

I'm afraid that's somethin' that
remains to be seen. my friend.

See. there's certain things
I like to leave obscure and enigmatic.

And why?

Cos that's me way, man.

That's me way