Love/Hate

Guinea. Guinea.

What's up with you?

I have the bleedin' jelly head on me from them blueys.

-From last night, is it? -Yeah.

Where are we going?

-I want to show you something. -Yeah?

It's a bleedin' beaut, innit?

Where'd you get that, you mad lunatic?

-I'm minding it. -For who?

Here, put that on camera.

-(LAUGHING) -Looking slick, pal.

-Show me. -Look at that.

Are you going to shoot rats with that, Wayne?

I'll shoot you.

Put that on video.

-Some pull on that, right? -Bleedin' noise of it.

Have to clip someone, don't we?

Who?

Who?

Nothing.

Go on, tell me. Who is it you have to clip?

I'm looking at him now.

Find out what you can, all right?

-The lads inside? No, change of plan.

Meet in Ado's mot's gaff. -Why?

See yer man on the door. Do you know him?

-No, never seen him before. -He's a cop.

-Are you sure? -Fuckin' sure I'm sure.

-Prick's arrested me before. -What's he doing?

I don't know.

Cancelling the job, then?

No fuckin' way.

Come on, we'll go in yours. I've someone checking this out for me.

Push it, will you? Push it.

Right, slow down. Slow down.

-Take this right, yeah? -Yeah, do a U-ey.

Okay, put the fuckin' boot down.

Come on, push it.

Take a left here, will you?

All right, left here.

-See that car up ahead? -It's a fuckin' cop car.

Yeah, I know. Pull over behind it.

Get over here!

-What have you got on this prick? -Well, he's a member, all right.

-What? -He's a Garda, like.

I know he's a fuckin' guard. He's arrested me before.

Jesus, Martin, I know who he is.

What the fuck's he doing working the door at Vantage?

I don't know.

Is he undercover? What's he clocking me for?

I'd say he's just doing it to make an extra few bob. That's all.

That's what I'd say.

You're useless.

Find out what you can about him.

And find out where he lives.

You're a bleedin' pox, Karl, you know that.

What did I say? Phone off, Fran.

And I see on a GPS, he's gone off the route if we go off the main road.

Take the battery out now.

There's a way out to the road, through the underground car park.

No, we're done. This is what we're doing.

There's no tracks or dyes on the box of this one.

It's clean. Story?

-Saying he's sick. -(SCOFFS)

Jesus, like he'd want to be dying. What's wrong with him?

Nadine is there, if we need another body.

For what, to make the bleedin' sandwiches?

I'm not making any bleedin' sandwiches.

-Jeez, Nadine, we're having a meeting. -NADINE: I forgot me hot water bottle.

If yous are putting me down in me own house,

yous can go have your meetings in your own bleedin' gaff.

No offence, darling. We're all a bit under pressure here, all right?

Didn't mean anything.

Could use her, Nidge. She can handle herself.

-Drive, whatever. -(LIQUID POURING)

What are you on about?

-This is fuckin' stupid. -Fuck you.

Burn that map, will you.

I'll call in to Karl, Nidgy. He'll be grand.

If he panics on the job, I'll personally fuckin' batter him.

Nah, fuck him. He's lost his bottle. We're not going with him.

-We'll use Tommy. -Tommy? Ah, Jaysus, Nidgy.

No, he's fuckin' grand.

-(VIBRATING) -(INDISTINCT SIREN WAILING)

Hello.

Yeah, he's here. He's asleep.

Okay.

All right, darlin'.

All right.

What's the matter with her?

Siobhan? Nothing.

Come on. I need to talk to you.

Cheers, pal.

-How's your head? (SNIFFLES) -(SIGHS)

You're always asking me that. It's all right.

How's the headaches?

They do get bad at night-time sometimes.

I could go two, three weeks and nothing, and then bam,

-I'm fuckin' crippled with them. -Bleedin' Nigerians.

What's the story with you anyway, are you after takin' something?

No... Yeah.

It's the bombers, they're to help me sleep, you know?

-All good, so? -Yeah.

Yeah? Because I've a job.

But it's a bit more pressure than usual.

I'm a bit wrecked. It'll have to be the morning.

It's not now I'm looking for you, for fuck's sake. For tomorrow.

A bit of cash in it for you, all right?

-All right. -All right?

What?

You've got some blood there.

-Howya, Mrs Cardiff. -Hello, love.

-Seeing Wayne here. -Grand.

-Where is it? -Do you want me to get it?

You have it?

What the fuck were you doing showing off with it?

I was only messing. Sorry.

Go get it for me.

If you're going to act like a muppet, Wayne, I've no use for you.

Sorry, Lizzie.

He doesn't know anything about you.

Does he not ask? I don't say anything to him.

'Cause it's so fuckin' important, Lizzie, you know what I mean?

That no-one susses this out.

I know that, Dano.

The young fella knows fuck all, 'cause I tell him fuck-all.

He's good, I know he is.

I see him standing there near where I'm living. It's like he's part of the wall.

You wouldn't notice him at all.

No sign of the queer fella?

He's never at home or he is for five minutes, then he's gone.

-Where's he staying? -Don't know.

Sometimes he stays at the place with the girls.

The brazzers?

-Can you not do him coming out of there? -He has security.

There's a Garda station round the corner. But if you want...

I don't want yous making a bollix of it.

We've only got one chance and I'm fucked if it's tracked back to me.

-No-one can know. -I know.

So take your fuckin' time. When he lets the guard down, bang.

We get the little ratbag.

You're all right, go on.

You're all right.

Do you want me to send one of the other ones in, sort you out?

How about a massage? Yeah?

Why don't you relax, and I'll get Denise and Agatha in,

give you the all-over-body.

They're all half scared of me, whatever the fuck I've done.

Nothing, except give them a job and put a roof over their heads.

You know what? You just relax. Lie down on the bed.

And I'll do it for you meself.

No, Janet, you've enough to be doing.

Go on. I'll be back in a minute.

That's nice, Janet.

Don't worry about that, Janet. I've left you the underpants on.

I wouldn't expecting you to do that, now.

But you can if you want.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Fran's here.

Ah, good Jaysus.

Can we put it back a day and get someone?

No, we can't.

Tomorrow's the only day they're on together for the next two weeks.

He doesn't have next month's roster yet. I need to get home.

I know, Nidgy. But Jaysus, Tommy?

The brain's not the same, not after the hiding you gave him that time.

Look, Frano, there's four of us already, you know what I mean?

And the only difference between now and before with Tommy is

he has a plate in his head.

That's a fuckin' bonus as far as I can see.

It's like having a bulletproof fuckin' helmet on.

He'll be grand.

Don't fuckin' move or I'll blow your head off.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up now.

All right.

-All okay? Yeah, all okay. Yeah.

-Where's the other one? -In bed.

Wake her up.

No, love, you stay here.

For Jaysus sake. What am I after saying?

We're not going to hurt yous.

But if she keeps it up I'll have to put the masking tape on her mouth.

She's having a panic attack.