Sweety Barrett (1998)

[bunniefuu]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

RIZZOLI: ...stay in your seats
and we’ll get it right
this time.

Please, folks, there’s no need
to be like that.

Just give it a chance.

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Barrett!

Come on, let’s have
that king pole down.
Moving on.

[RIZZOLI SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY
IN BACKGROUND]

Right. Come on, everybody.
Moving on.

Ah, Barrett.

Look, I’m gonna
have to let you go.

Go where?

Now don’t make this
any more difficult for me.

Times are brutal

and I have to look after
the family first
and you’re not a Rizzoli.

It’s as simple as that.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[BLEATING]

[WATER GURGLING]

[GLASS CLINKING]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[SIGHS]

Are you a milkman?

[BOTTLES CLANKING]

I suppose you’re
going to tell me now

you’ve nothing
to pay for all this.

Rizzoli’s.
[CHUCKLES]

I thought you were
meant to run away
to the circus, not from it.

Does this mean
you’re looking for work?

Might not be.

But you might?

I’ll tell you what.

I’ll pay you in kind.

Do you know what that means?

It means I’ll
be nice to you.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

They’ll look after you
in there.

It’s a hostel.

Come down
and see me tomorrow
at the Harbor Bar.

Me name’s
Flick Hennessy.

Thank you.

Flick...

Flick Hennessy.

Flick Hennessy, Flick Hennessy,
Flick Hennessy...

[DOORBELL BUZZES CONTINUOUSLY]

Two o’clock in the morning,
and what have we got here?

[MEN SNORING]

[BED CREAKS]

[MIMICS MEN SNORING]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello there.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Come on, sir.
Come here and have a look.

Precious stones
at rock-bottom prices.

What’ll you have?

[SAWING]

Excuse me.
Where’s the Harbor Bar?
Flick Hennessy.

Over there, son.

I need to get
this gaff in order.

Stack everything
up against the wall.

How long will
that take ya?

Three years.

Yeah? Well,
you’ve got three days.

I want to be able
to get into that shed.

What’s stoppin' ya?

[GATE CLANGING]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Here, try one of these.

Sardines.
Thank you.

Nice.
[LAUGHS]

ANNE: Oh, no.
That’s all I need.

Quick, Connor, give me
a hand with all this.

Oh, dear.

Thanks.

Would you like
a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

[TRAIN RUMBLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER]

Out of the way, lads.
Feeding time!

[CLAMORING]

Take that bit.

What time does Flick get back?

Tonight.

Jesus, you don’t buckle
under pressure, do you?

He didn’t say
what time.

What did he say?

He just said
it went well.

Was that good or bad,
do you think?

Good.
Good?

Well, if you’re happy,
I’m happy.

BONE: [SINGING]
♪ I like to be
Beside the seaside

♪ I like to be beside... ♪

The lads found a body
washed up on the rocks

out beyond the harbor.

Jesus Christ, who was it?

Turned out to be
only one of those
shop front dummies.

Thank God for that.

Nice pair of t*ts all the same.

[CHUCKLES]

There, 900 each.

And they want another


"200 gallons?"

I tell you, boy,
these city heads can’t drink
enough of this stuff.

They’re even brushing
their f*cking teeth with it.

Can you get your hands
on that much?

I’d better.

Because I told them
we’ve got to be
their exclusive suppliers.

All or nothing, I said.
And?

And they said,
"Bob’s your uncle.
Three bags full.

"And whatever
you’re having yourself."

Good for you.

So, let me see now.
That’s 200 gallons
by six bottles a gallon

by 12 quid a bottle.

That’s six twos is 12,
carry one,
six ones are six...



Yeah. And that’s
just for starters.

Flick.
Yes.

Two things.

Firstly, very, very,
very well done.

Thanks.

And, secondly,

don’t even think
about f*cking this up.

I won’t.

Don’t.

Why are you followin’ us?

Because you might
drop your stuff again.

Okay.

Come on then.

Ah, thanks.
Thanks, Mrs. King.

You could do well as a m*dget.

Shut up!

Shut up yourself.

I only mean you’d look
good in a circus.

But I’m not a m*dget.

Something else then.

You can choose.

I still think you’d look good
as a m*dget though.

[CHUCKLING]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHAINS CLATTER]

[CYLINDER RATTLES]

[PANTING]
How many more?

One and one.

Good lad.
Bring ’em in.

[FISHING ROD WINDING]

All you need
for a circus is
an audience and a suit.

Do you have a suit?
Yeah.

What’s it like?

Deadly.

What do you wanna be?

A lion tamer.

Nah, it’s too dangerous.

Don’t be a coward.

[LAUGHS]

They’ll have you
for breakfast.

Ah, stuck again.

Hang on now
till I show ya.

Flick. Now. See?

Just reel it in.

I know what we need.

Come on, hurry up.

Okay, hold on.

Wait for me.

You won’t shift her, son.

She gave up on me
a year ago

and she’s not
going anywhere now.

I’ll fix her.
You’re welcome to her.

Every rotten plank of her.

[CHUCKLES]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Hello, Arthur.

Way past your
bedtime, isn’t it?

Piss off, Bone.

Detective Bone
to you, Arthur.

"Piss off,
Detective Bone."

You’re getting very free
and easy with these
payments you owe me.

I thought we
had an agreement.
I only got a 20 on me.

Give me it.

I’ll tell you what.

We’ll have a little
flutter with it.

Which hand?

[GROANS]

Should have gone
for the right, Arthur.

I’m a lot weaker with the right.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Hey, Sweety,

what did you
do in the circus?

I swallowed things.

Like what?

Like, all kinds of things.
Like, um...

Let’s see.

Ta-da!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh, how are the boys?

Grand, thanks, Mrs. King.

Thanks for looking
after him, Sweety.

Hey, I looked after him.

Well, you didn’t do
a very good job
then, did you?

Just look at
the pair of you.

Now sit down there.

Sweety caught one.

Oh, let’s see.

[CHUCKLING] Oh, that’s lovely,
but it’s a bit small.

Should you not have
put it back?

Well, if I’d done that,
no one would know I’d caught it.

Oh, thanks.

We’re starting a circus
and I’m the lion tamer.

Oh, very good.

What about Sweety?
I’m the ringmaster.

Hmm, impressive.

Take one of these.

ANNE: Okay, ringmaster,
let’s see what you've got.

[BABY, WON’T YOU
PLEASE COME HOME PLAYING]
Come on.

♪ Baby, won’t you
Please come on home

♪ ’Cause your daddy's
All alone?

♪ I have tried in vain

♪ Never no more
To call your name

♪ When you left
You broke my heart

♪ Because I never
Thought we would part

♪ Every hour in the day

♪You will hear me say

♪ Baby, won’t you
Please come on home...

Go on, jump.

Give us the lights
there, Frank.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ...I have tried in vain

♪ Never no more
To call your name... ♪

[PAPER RUSTLING]

What is it?
An Advent calendar.

Every day you open a door,
and there’s something inside.

And that’s today's.

You’re supposed to chew it.

Oh.

Where’s your suit?

It’s over there.

Could you bring it with you
for Christmas?

I could.

FLICK: Hey.

Come in and have a drink.

Give this man
a pint, Pat.

Mother’s milk.

Sit up there.

And how much
do I owe you?

It’s all right.
It’s on the house.

Thank you.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

What have I got for you?
Wait till you see.

There you are.
Last Thursday’s.

Been under me a*s
for long enough.

See you later...crocodile.

Hello, love.

Mrs. Walsh, could you
read this for me?

Of course, I can,
my angel. Come in.

MRS. WALSH:
My husband brought these cups
back from the South Seas,

He’s there now, you know.
Borneo, I think.

So, the horoscopes.

Pisces?

That’s me.

"This month will be
a turning point for you.

"Now that your work problems
are behind you,
romance will blossom.

"Be prepared to compromise
in other areas

"and you will be
well rewarded."

[CLOCK DINGS]

What o’clock is that,
Mrs. Walsh?

Three.

I, I have to go.
I, I’m late for school.

[DOOR OPENS]

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

There’s Sweety.

Ow. Ow.

[CONNOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

BOY: Ah. Ah. Ow.

Connor, why did you
hit that boy?

’Cause he said
you were fat.

But I am fat.

I know that.
Oh.

Come on, we’re late.

Promise to keep
this a secret?

I promise.

[BELL RINGING]

Password?

n*pples.

Come up.

Now all you have
to do is jump,
and you’re in our g*ng.

Okay.

[SIGHS]

[GRASS RUSTLING]

Do you know
what we need for you?
A shagging car wash.

Ah... How are you, Chief?

Get over by the wall
where I can see ya.

The Christmas release list
just came through.

One of ours
is getting paroled.

Good behavior.

It’s Leo King.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Seems like only last week
since you had him
arrested, Chief.

Time flies.

Go on, get out, the two of you.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Bollocks.

Some f*ck’s
idea of a joke.

Anyway, I don’t want you
giving Leo the big homecoming
when he gets out.

What?

I don’t care how you two
worked before.

It’s just you
and me now, right?

Listen, you know
I wouldn’t...
Right?

Yeah, right, right.

I wouldn’t cross you.

I’m not f*cking stupid.

Good. Just getting that clear.

Now, kiss me a*s.

CONNOR: How did you
become a fire-eater?

You need a mouth of iron

and a throat of stone.

That’s me.

You must defeat the pain.

Defeat the pain.

Love the flame.

Love the flame.

Defeat the pain
and love the flame.

Defeat the pain
and love the flame.

Love the flame.

[DRAMATICALLY] Love the flame.

ANNE: Connor!
[GASPS]

Connor!

I was only messing, Ma.

I’ve some good news for ya.
Your dad’s coming home.

PAROLE OFFICER:
"...and having served


"of a two year sentence
for the ill*gal possession
and attempted importation

"of 100 gallons
of prohibited poteen liquor

"under part two of schedule D

"is hereby released
on the 13th day of December
of this said year

"under section 31..."

[MUMBLING]

"...arranged by the court."

Is that understood, Mr. King?

Yeah.

Now, I’m your
parole officer.

I’ll be watching you
morning, noon
and darkest night.

Now sign here.

What about my boat?

What?

My fishing boat.

"The impounded
vessel was sold

"to pay the outstanding fine
and other expenses."

What other expenses?

What?

What other expenses?

"Court and administration costs,

"clerk fees,
vessel storage
and maintenance..."

And my f*ck’ birthday party.

[CHUCKLES]

Connor, will you
stop doing that?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Connor.

[ELECTRONIC LAUGHTER]

Well, I see the place
is falling apart
without me anyway.

I needed you.

But Connor needed you more.

Hey, Connor.

Thanks.

Don’t worry.
It’s gonna be all right.

You little devil, you!

Wait till I get you.
[CONNOR LAUGHING]

You’re trying to
poison me, are you?

Leo, Leo, listen to me.

I’ve set up a new system.
Right? Safe as f*ck.

I can’t be doing
anything to upset it.

But you owe me this.

How’d you figure that one out?

’Cause I f*cking well did time
for the both of us.

Okay, so you got caught.

But I lost a load
of f*cking dough.
Let’s not forget that.

Yeah, and your new friend
Detective Bone
was watching the whole thing

from start to finish.

So now you have yourself
the starring role
in a little conspiracy theory.

Don’t be patronizing me, Flick.

What are you talking about?

I know you’re still
bringing in poteen
by the shitloads.

And I also know that
Bone is taking my cut.

Probably half of
yours as well.

So don’t sit there
and piss on me with any more
of your lies, all right?

How much do you want?
Four grand.

Four grand?
You’ll get it back.

I’d better.
You will.

[SAFE SHUTS AND LOCKS]

And not a word
to a f*cking black soul
about this.

Not a word.

What are you
gonna do with it?

I’m buying into a taxi-cab.

A taxi-cab?
Yeah.

Good for you.

Oh, and by the way...
I know.

I’m barred out
of this f*cking place.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[PANTING]

BONE: There.

There.

[CLANGS]

Now go down.

There’s work to be done.

ANNE: Connor!

Connor!

[MEN GRUNTING]

MAN: Arthur Meany, sir.

BONE: Take a seat,
Mr. Meany.

Listen, I haven’t done anything.
What’s the charge here?

Relax, Arthur.
It’s the Charge
of the Light Brigade.

Donegan’s.

A safe job
and some check books.

"The Wharf Warehouse.
Payroll cash at gunpoint."

You’re a good little robber,
aren’t you?

Detective Bone, don’t be
laying this on me.

I’m just a fence. You know that.

I’m only trying to make
a dishonest living.
Nothing more.

I’d say if my boys were out
raiding your place now,

they’d find me some
very conclusive evidence.

Maybe even the g*n
from the gunpoint.

They wouldn’t, I swear it.

Show me your hands.
What?

Your hands, show me.

Come on. Up here.

You know, Arthur,
I’m inclined to believe you.

I don’t think we could
even get your fingerprints.

In fact,

we don’t think you have
any fingerprints at all.

[ARTHUR SCREAMS]

f*ck ya!

f*ck ya, ya bollocks!

I know you didn’t do
those jobs, Arthur.

But I can put you away for them

quicker than your fingernails
are gonna go black.

Now, the Harbor Bar,

I’ve a vested interest
down there

and I want you
to look after it for me.

Eyes and ears.

And I want to know if Leo King
even goes near the place.

I’ll make it worth your while.

I’m a man of honor.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]
LEO: Connor!

Jump in. Come on.
Jump in the back.

CONNOR: Bye, Mark.

Bye, Mark.

Come on, finish it.
It’s good for you.

Why?

It’ll stop you growing up
into a man.

Well, then I won’t drink it.

So, where did the taxi
just appear from?

It’s Jimmy Dwyer's.
You know Jimmy.

Of course I do.

Well, we’re partners.

He’s a registered charity
all of a sudden, is he?

Look, Anne,
it’s all sorted out.

Everything is above board,
all right?

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

BONE: Hey, Flick,
come here, come here.

Are you simple or what?

Not him, you, you prick.

Let me tell you
what happens.

I see Leo King
driving around town
in a taxi, okay?

Then get this.

The f*ck’ dogs
in the street tell me

that Leo paid
four grand in cash

for a share
in Jimmy Dwyer’s plate.

It was only a loan.

What are you, Flick?
The Credit Union, is it?

I can’t believe I'm
in the middle of
giving you a leg up

and you sh**t
yourself in the foot.

What do you want me to do?

Get me a f*ck’ drink
that’s what.

What are you
f*ck’ looking at?

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Let’s go somewhere.
I’m freezing.

No!

Not tonight.

What?

I wouldn’t thank you for it.

[LIGHTER FLICKING]

Whatever your
f*ck’ name is.

What the f*ck
are you doin’?

Nothing
Nothin’ is right, fat boy.

Run, prick.

[GRUNTS]

[WATER FLOWING]

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

[PANTING]

DANNY: Hello.
It’s me.

Who is "me"?

Sweety.
Sweety who?

Sweety Barrett.

Never heard of you.

What?

Where have you
been this time?

Ah, who did that to you?

"As we approach the year end

"and the influence
of Jupiter declines

"you may want to consider
restructuring
your share portfolio

"especially if the strong
Footsie One Hundred Index
begins a slide.

"In any case, these strong
planetary influences mean

"that you are
not too far away

"from the day
when your ship
will finally come in."

What was that last bit
again, Mrs. Walsh?

"You are not too far away

"from the day when
your ship will finally come in."

It’s like me waiting
for my husband.

He’s in the South Seas.

Did I ever
tell you that? He...

[SIGHS]

[WATER SPLASHING]

[GRUNTING]

How much would it cost
for an engine?

An engine? For that?

How much?

About £150.
Thank you.

So you want to take
amount that’s bet?

You’ve done this kind
of thing before?

[SOFTLY] Yeah.

All right.
You’re a f*cking
dark horse, you are.

You’d better tell me
what you used to do
in this circus of yours.

[CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Where to?
BONE: The Harbor Bar.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Evening.

The thing is, Leo,

Flick Hennessy and my good self

are doing a little bit
of business together these days.

I understand
you used to be
involved in some way

before your little run in
with my Customs
and Excise colleagues.

Anyway, that loan,
that was sort of
my money as well.

Yeah, we like to keep things
open and honest between us,
Flick and me.

Within the limitations,
of course.

So I was thinking
maybe a hundred pounds a week

would sort of settle up
my part of the loan.

And then I can make things
run smoothly for ya.

You being on...
[EMPHASIZING] ...parole
and all that.

You can put that on me tab.

I wouldn’t f*cking
give you a penny
if my life depended on it.

I’ll give you two days
to come up
with the first hundred.

How is that?

Just keep away from me,
Bone, all right?

Don’t do anything
stupid, Leo.
Two days.

And say hello
to your wife for me.

My wife?
Yeah.

You know something?
I think I’d f*ck her.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

All right, all right!

Quiet!

Quieten down, you scum bags!

Let’s have a bit of order
for the performer.

MAN: Come on!
Are you all
stranding comfortably?

Right, here we go!

Round one.

One pint of raw eggs!

[ALL CHEERING]

On your marks,

get set,

go!

[ALL CHEERING INDISTINCTLY]

Seven seconds. Mr. O’Neill.

[CHEERING]

Right, listen up, you lads.

Round two!

Two pints of old cooking fat.

Straight out of the chipper.

[CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

Thirty seconds.

Right. Mr. Meany says
thirty seconds.

Next!

Chug, chug, chug.

[ALL CHEERING
AND SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY]

Thirty seconds!

[ALL CLAMORING]

ALL: Yay!

Thirty seconds!

MAN 1: What?
MAN 2: Thirty seconds?

Thirty seconds.
Mr. Meany.

[ALL CHEERING]

Right! Listen up!

Place your bets
for the grand finale!

One hundred lug worms

in a bowl of dog biscuits!

[SWEETY RETCHING]

Fair play to you, Sweety.
They f*ck’ loved ya.

Hundred and fifty, right?

Thank you.

Anytime.

[SIZZLES]

[RETCHING]

LEO: [LAUGHS]
Interesting reading.

He’s been trying
to find a picture

of a fire-eater’s suit
he wants for Christmas.

That old excuse.

[TORCH CLICKS OFF]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Pay day.

Hello, Sweety.
Hello, Mrs. King.

I thought you’d
forgotten about us.

No, an elephant never forgets.

Is Connor coming out?

Yeah, he’s at the back.

I’ll go and get him.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[FISHERMAN LAUGHING]
Brilliant.

She goes a dream.

I’ve got an old life-jacket
for you there, son.

He won’t need one.

He’ll float. [LAUGHING]

What can I do to help?

Ah, wait till tomorrow.
I have to go to work now.

I’ll come with you.
Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, God, what’s this?

It’s poteen.

It’s potato whiskey.

That’s not what it says
on the label.

Why, what does it say?

It says, "Mac’s vinegar."

Mac’s vinegar.

Oh.

Sometimes they
call it firewater.

It’d be good in a circus.

Cool, does it burn?

Yeah.
This is gonna be
the best fire show ever.

[GROANING]

[SWEETY LAUGHING]

BONE: What the f*ck’s going on?

You’re Leo King's kid,
aren’t ya?

Go on, you better go home.

Here, tell your daddy,
the taxi driver,

that he should’ve
paid his debts.

But it’s too late now.

Will you remember
to tell him that, little man?

It’s too f*cking late now.

Go on.

SWEETY: Bye, Connor.
Bye.

Mr. Bone?
What?

The labels on these are wrong.

Look, it’s "Mac's vinegar."

You taking a piss?

Come on, move your a*s.
There’s a boat coming in.

Hey.

[LAUGHING]

That is the one I want.

[LAUGHING]

Well, well, you better
go and pray for
some more taxi fares

if you want something
that flash.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLANGING]

Someone’s stealing your taxi!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Hurry up!

LEO: Jesus, where’s me
other f*cking boot?
Quick, come on!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

sh*t!

Connor!

Come on, come on.
Wait, wait, Connor. Wait.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Stop, Connor, for God sakes.

[CRASHES]

Connor!

Connor!

[SOBBING]

[CAR RUMBLING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[IMITATES CAR ENGINE]

Oh, Jesus. What happened?
Is he all right?

Don’t worry, we'll get help.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[ENGINE QUIETENS]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[GRUNTING]

Give me another pint.

Ah, there’s no
Mother’s Milk left, Sweety.

From the taps.

You know that costs money.

[GLASS SMASHING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

[GLASS CLATTERING]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGS]

n*pples!

n*pples!

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BELLS TOLLING]

[SNIFFLES]

Bone!

I know it was you,
you f*cking
murdering b*stard.

Leo, take it easy.

Lads, it’s all right.
I was in here all night, Leo.

Flick’ll tell you.

Oh, he, er,
he was here all night.

And you, Flick.
You’re even f*cking worse.

f*ck.

[EXHALES]

Sorry for your
troubles, Leo.

He’s gonna pay
for it this time.

He hauled me in
and smashed me fingers.
I know it’s nothing, but...

I’m gonna do more
than smash his
f*cking fingers.

Let me know if I can
do anything for you, Leo.

What do you mean?

Well, I can get things,
you know.
Whatever you need.

I can get hold of a piece.

You’ll be doing
all of us a favor.

I don’t mind
playing my part.

[METAL CLANGING]

Do you want
some more of these?

[g*n c*ck]

Put the catch on, will ya?

You’re gonna have to
sh**t him between the eyes.

And then drive a f*cking
stake through his heart
just to be sure.

You’re back.

People brought more food.

I can heat
something up for you.

No, I’m all right.

Game over, lads.

Here, take that.

Come on. House search.

Leo King, you’re under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say will be
taken down and used
against you in evidence.

Blah, blah.
Etcetera, etcetera.

[CRYING]

BONE: I’m glad you
came around to
my way of thinking, Arthur.

I thought for one
horrible moment there
I was losing me touch.

But in the end
you did the right thing,

I’m a man of honor.

No, Arthur, you’re not.

You’re a little dung beetle
who got lucky
and fell into a pile of shite.

Thanks.

Now,

I’ve got a promotion for you.

Scrapyard lockup.
Head of security.

And I’ll double
that for you.

Thanks.

Are you sure
you’re all right,
Sweety love?

They really shouldn’t
let you out
looking like that.

Now, you want me
to read this for you.

"Dear Sweety,

"please come
and join us for Christmas."

Ah. That’s nice,
isn’t it?

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PANTING]

Happy Christmas, Mrs. King.

Oh, Sweety, don’t you know
what’s happened?

He was really
looking forward
to your circus.

But I think the tent
would have gone up in flames
with Connor involved.

Do you know, one day I came home

and caught him taking a bite
out a fire lighter.

That was only
because he was
training to be a fire-eater.

Is that what it was?

The fire-eating m*dget.

What’ll you do now?

Probably bring in
some more barrels.

No, I mean in
the next few days,
weeks, months.

Oh, I think you should
leave Dockery.

There’s nothing
but bad luck here.

And I don’t want anything
happening to you
as well as everyone else.

Are you letting me go?

Look, it’s not
like that, Sweety.

It’s just that there must be
other places where you’d
be much better off.

Maybe you can join up
with another
circus somewhere, hmm?

The show must go on.

That’s right.

All you need is a suit
and an audience.

Connor told me
you used to say that.

[SOBBING]

Mrs. King, can I
ask you a question?

Yes. Anything, Mr. Barrett.

If I put on a show for Connor,

will you come and watch us?

Of course I will.

You tell me when
and where it is,
and I’ll be there.

I’ll let you know.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

Drilling for oil,
is it, lads?

[CRANE MOTOR WHIRRING]

This isn’t a f*cking invitation,
Flick, it’s an order.

We usually take them at the bar.

All right.
I’ll ask you nicely then.

Go on then.

There, I just did.
You didn’t.

Please.

All right.

I’ll get him to do it
first thing in the morning.

No! Not first f*cking thing
in the morning. Now!
Now?

Yeah.
What’s the hurry?

Don’t ask stupid questions.

How are ya?
Grand. What can I do you for?

I’m looking
for Sweety Barrett.

Hey, hey, hey,
you can’t just walk in here
like this, you know.

You’re Danny, right?
Yeah.

Well, listen, Danny.

Shut the f*ck up.

All right, boys.
Stay where you are.

You did an exceptionally
good day’s work.

What is it now?

[STUTTERING] 11:00.


I want you both to go home
and get a good night’s rest.

First thing in the morning
get down to the scrapyard
with your forensics kit.

Give me a full report
on any evidence you might find
in, on or around the vehicle.

Is that all right
with the two of you?

Yes, sir.
Full report.

Right you are.

Good night now.

BOTH: Good night, sir.

That car into
little pieces, right?

I’ll be watching you
from the bar.

So don’t be going anywhere
till it’s finished.

Now get on with it.

[METAL CLANGING]

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[BAGS CLATTERING]

Where’s the car?

The taxi that was here
last night, where is it?

Now look here, mister.

This is serious.

That car was under
police protection.

And we’re
responsible for it.

Has somebody taken it?

Hello?

Hello!

[DOOR SHUTS]

[THUD]

How did you manage to
lose a piece of evidence
that f*cking size?

We couldn’t get
one straight answer
out of him, boss.

That’s true, Chief.

He just kept saying...

"Defeat the pain."

Yeah. "Love the flame,
defeat the pain."

Over and over like.

He wouldn’t tell us
what happened.

He took the car apart
is what happened.

It’s a scrapyard
for f*ck’s sake.
It’s his job.

How were we
supposed to know?

Because that’s your f*cking job.

This could have very serious
disciplinary implications.

Now get the f*ck out of here.

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[CLATTERING]

[RUMBLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[RAUCOUS CHEERING]

Where did the f*cking
Sunday best
come from, Sweety?

Place your bets.

One hundred eggs.

Good man yourself.

Come over here
and let me get you
a decent drink.

[CHATTERING CONTINUES]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

FLICK: All right, lads.
Give me your bets.

I’m not taking
less than a tenner
from any stingy f*ck.

[MEN CONTINUE CHATTERING]

MAN: Get out of the way, lads.

[CHEERING]

On your marks.

Ready, steady, go!

MAN: Come on, Sweety!

[MEN CHEERING]

MAN 1:Come on, Sweety!
MAN 2: Drink it up, Sweety!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

You f*ck’ animal.

Boss! The poteen
in the lock-up,

he’s gone and pissed it
all the way.

Every f*ck’ drop.

Lads, get a hold of that f*ck
till I teach him a thing or two.

[MAN GRUNTS]
[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GRUNTS]
[GLASS SHATTERING]

[GRUNTS]
Do you like that? Huh?

Are you learning? Huh?

You like that? Huh?

You getting it?
Are you getting it?

Huh? Are you getting it?

You k*lled Connor.

[NECK SNAPS]

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]

He k*lled Connor.

Okay, m*dget, you’re on.

[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING]