Winter's End

Get a move on, will ya?

I'm comin'.

Bitch.

Sean, get it in here and steer.

I'm steerin'.

What the?

Jack, come on, we've got to go.

Oh, Christ, my head.

Now, come on.

- Now, I know this got a mention yesterday,

but there's no harm in saying it again,

a young man, Frank Gavin,

went missing after last year's concert.

You may have heard an interview Gary Jakes did

with his sister Sandra yesterday.

He's 23, five feet 10, with blonde hair.

On TV and in the papers.

If you were at last year's gig

and you remember seeing anything suspicious,

then make a phone call.

I know his family would appreciate it.

Next up, the first of our triple play from Blue Ghost,

It's the Tremolo.

Chrissake, Jack, why do you do it?

- I think it's what they call an involuntary reaction.

Come on, you know what I mean.

I feel a lecture coming on.

No lecture, Jack.

It's your life.

I just think it's a bloody waste of time, that's all.

What gives you the right to judge me?

You go off and you get yourself married

and all of a sudden you're mister responsibility,

qualified to tell the world

and his dog how to live their lives.

We used to do this kind of thing together, Ben,

and bloody often.

- Five years ago. - What?

Five years ago, Jack.

That's the last time you and I went on a bender together.

And yeah, I'm married now.

I've got two kids, Jack.

I've got a business to run and they all depend on me.

So yeah, I am mister fuckin' responsibility.

And I'll tell you somethin' else, Jack,

I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China.

- I know what your problem is, you're just jealous.

Jealous?

Of what, for chrissake?

My freedom.

Maria, the kids, the business,

they're all fine, Ben, they just came too early for you.

And maybe you look at me and the freedom I enjoy

and maybe yeah, maybe jealous is the wrong word.

Envious, I think you're envious.

I don't believe you.

So what would you've had me done when I met Maria

and fell in love with her?

Tell her to go away and come back in five years?

'Cause I want to have a party with my good mate, Jack?

Jesus, gimme a break, will ya?

- I have nothing against marriage, Ben, I really don't.

Just not in the next 10 years.

It's like the saint said,

"Oh lord, make me good but not yet."

- Look, Jack, I'm going to have to run,

do you think you'll be able to find it?

Yeah, you go on, I'll be fine.

Jack, are you sure?

Yeah, get outta here.

Morning, I parked a car here yesterday,

a '98 silver Rover, and I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Well, the same thing happened last year.

How do you mean?

People parked here for the concert,

left their cars overnight,

came back the following day to find them stolen.

Stolen?

Ah, fuck.

Well, you've no claim on me, now.

You parked here at your own risk.

Ah, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You know, if you need to use a phone...

- No, listen, that's fine, I've got a mobile.

Ah shit, they got my mobile as well.

How far is your house?

Not far.

Hi.

Phone is there.

Thanks.

Play.

Hello?

- Oh god, no. - Leave him be.

Are you deaf as well as stupid?

I said leave him be!

Sean, come on.

No one's gonna harm you, there's no need to be afraid.

Do what you're told and you walk outta here

with a few bob in your pocket.

Sean here will undo your gag so you can have a bite to eat.

Now, you may ask no questions.

Everything will become clear in time.

Go on.

Who are you?

What am I doing here?

Let me out of these chains!

Let me out of these chains, you shush-loving baggy bastard!

Let me outta here, help!

Help!

- You know how far we're from the road here.

I mean, there's not a chance anyone would hear anything.

And we don't get any visitors.

- Will you be quiet if I take the tape off your mouth?

Hold still.

What's your name?

Amy, what's yours?

Jack.

What does your father want with me, Amy?

- He's not my father, he's my half-brother Henry.

And the other guy, the retard?

He's my brother Sean.

Don't call him that.

Shh!

What is it?

Amy, you have to help me get out of here.

I can't.

Amy, please, you have to help me.

The guy's crazy, he's gonna kill me.

He's not going to kill ya.

I have to put the tape back on your mouth.

If he knows I've been in here...

Will you have to take the blanket back?

- No, he won't remember if he gave it to you or not.

Set it down.

Not there, you stupid woman,

how's he gonna reach the damn thing there?

Eat.

Well, eat.

People are going to realize I'm missing.

My friend dropped me at your very gate.

Don't you think the police are gonna put it together?

No, I don't.

Why?

- 'Cause I don't think they're smart enough.

No, I mean why am I here?

Jack Davis, age 25,

- apartment 2 - B, Willow Court, Ranelagh, Dublin.

Video club membership card.

Gold Visa card.

Member of the Professional Photographers Association

of Ireland.

Is that what you do, Jack?

Photography?

Yeah.

- I'd say you have a pretty good life, Jack.

Got your own boss, your own apartment,

good social life, plenty of cash,

nice girls, and a nice car to pull them with, huh?

I'm not complaining.

I wish I had a good life, Jack.

It's not as good as yours, never was.

Let's just say in the game of life,

I got dealt a pair of deuces.

Now I reckon it's time to do a little bit of cheating,

stack the odds in my own favor.

What are you talking about?

Do you know how long this place

has been in my family's name?

Go on, guess.

I have no idea.

152 years.

Six generations of Roses.

This place has been fought for, died for, killed for,

been back-breakingly worked for.

Those outhouses out there,

they were built by my great-grandfather.

There was no power tools then.

It was hammers, saws, chisels, and a lot of sweat.

That house across the yard?

I was born there, so was Amy, so was Sean,

and the five generations before us.

Look, whatever your problems are,

I'm not any part of them.

No, but you are a part of the solution.

- I don't get it, Henry, what am I doing here?

Ransom money, is that it?

Look, I've got no family.

No, please.

Let's do this the easy way.

Look, you said it yourself,

we're a long way from anybody hearing me.

I suffer from bad sinus, Henry,

if my nose plugged up I could suffocate,

I can't be any use to you dead.

One word outta you...

One other thing.

What?

- I can't sleep with my hands tied behind my back.

Right.

- That's strange, I don't seem to be gettin' Jack anywhere.