Love/Hate

All right, brother.

Baby.

Jesus.

You gave me a fright. Thought you were dead or something.

- Did you see it again last night? - The ghost.

You know, there's this disease. You can only get it from fuckin' dead bodies.

My brother Hughie knew this fella, worked in the morgue.

Two or three times a week he'd get a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Offered cash he was, for them to hop up on the dead.

That's sick.

You're dead. What do you care who mucks off into you?

- (Door opens) - Shit.

What is it, baby?

All the boxes and all the bags...

Goodbye. I stopped them seizing the apartment. Nothing I can do about the car.

They can't take the apartment off me.

- Not at the moment. We'll fight it. - It's mine. I paid for it.

Give us your phone.

- Hello. - It's me. I'm on Pat's phone.

- What's happened? - Cops are here, going through everything.

Pricks.

It doesn't matter. Pat's sorting it or at least he says he is.

That thing you're doing today. I need everything that's owed paid.

- Yeah, but, John... - "Yeah, but, John!"

They've been dicking me around for six months now. Just do it. Here.

We can appeal the decision on the car as well.

The decision? What decision? I'll decide to take your car?

That's not a decision. That's them taking my car.

- Legally they can take it. - The car's not even in my name.

- They know it's yours. - How? I didn't tell them. Did you tell them?

Jesus Christ, they see you driving around in it.

What the fuck? You deliberately scraped the side of my car.

- That's criminal damage. - Back off or I'll hit you a slap.

Get the fuck off me!

- What are you yawning for? - I was up all night with the little fella.

Trish.

Yeah, don't have time for this, baby.

All right, I'll pick him up. I said I'd pick him up!

Fuckin' Jaysus. I've to pick up the young fella.

Fuck off!

- Let me drive you. - No, I want to get the bus.

- What time's your flight? - I don't want you waiting with me.

- Why not? - You know why not.

You can't keep acting like we're still together every time I see you.

- But we're friends. - Friends don't act like this.

Like what?

Like waiting at bus stops.

Friends don't wait at bus stops with other friends?

No.

- And the other stuff. - What other stuff?

Talking.

- So friends don't talk to each other? - Not the way you talk to me.

Like what?

Messing and making me laugh.

You know you're doing it, I know you do.

- What am I doing? - You're making me fall in love with you.

- You're doing it now! - I'm not doing anything.

And is it working?

- I wanted to get to talk to you over the weekend. - I know, but...

What's there to talk about? I'm in London now.

I'm making a life for myself over there.

Is there some Englishman over there I need to fight?

I have to go, OK?

Will you do me one favour?

Will you talk to someone?

What, like a head doctor or something?

- What's he got to be depressed about? - What do you think?

Didn't have his bollocks shot off, did he, like the soldiers in Iraq.

You get a roadside bomb underneath you.

You see if your balls are there and it's a fuckin' pound of mincemeat in your pants.

That'd make you depressed.

Trish, I'm here now.

If you stopped talking to me I'd be there already.

Howya? All right, bud?

Sorry about the delay. I was the other side of the city. Will we get going, bud?

- Warren had another little accident today. - What?

- Toilet. - Oh. He's all right?

- He's fine. We had a spare pair of trousers. - All right, bud?

Thanks for these. I'll get them back to you.

We will need to talk about it, though, at some stage. You and your wife.

Sure. No problem. The missus handles all that stuff. See you later.

All right, Dazzler? You're late.

Car's in the yard. The van's there now.

Karl will ring you when the smokes get there.

Don't go fuckin' up the gearbox again.

- What are you bothered about now? - Shut up, you.

- Have you seen my new five iron? - You can suck my dick.

Charming.

- What? - That little bollocks has been spotted.

Let's go.

There he is, look.

Get out there and get him.

Think you can run amok on me?

Get the fucker.

Little fuck.

Stop wriggling.

Ah, Jaysus, Trish, you're not watching that shit again.

- It's the birthing channel. - You know it makes you upset.

Yeah, but I'm after watching this baby being born and she's so little.

- Here, he had another accident at school. - Are you all right?

- He's grand. Teacher wants to see us about it. - Why?

Nothing. Ring her at the school.

I'll leave these here. They're wet ones.

I have to run. I'm under pressure, baby.

- All right? - All right, Derek?

How are you doing, my old pal? John Boy wants you to cash up.

That's all I have, Nidge.

I'm going to need the full whack, Derek.

I don't have it, man. You know I don't have it.

- Well, can you get it? - I can get maybe an extra grand.

A grand? That's fuck all use to me.

That's all I can get extra. There's three grand there as it is.

I pay you every week no bother. You know I do, every week.

I didn't know you want the rest for today, did I?

You've been sitting on 20 and you haven't brought it down in six months.

I'm not acting the bollocks. I'll have to borrow it to get it for you.

Do you know what I mean?

- You don't think he has it then? - I know he doesn't have it.

What are you going to say to John Boy?

Come on.

- How'd you get on? - What are you doing?

Teaching this pup some manners.

- Get him up, will you? - Come on, get up.

Aargh!

Smart boy now, aren't you, you pup?

- Ah, he's had enough. - He hasn't had enough.

- Leave him be, will you? - Relax. I'm not going to kill him.

A couple of bites is all he'll get. Cheek of him.

What the fuck did you do that for?

Huh? Huh? Get the fuck out of here. You're done.

Yeah.

No problem, Darren.

You can drop that 30 grand you owe me into me later.

Add on the five grand that little bollocks owes me. No problem.

I'll be looking for you.

- What are you watching? - Saw VI.

I need to sleep, I'm wrecked. Will you take him for a bit?

Come here to me you.

- Go get some sleep. - OK. Thanks.

I'm really sorry it didn't work out.

- This is shit, Pat. - I know it is, John.

Look, I can push a certain amount but I have to be careful myself. Know what I mean?

No, I don't. I pay you to keep me out of trouble. Don't I?

Oh, so that's what all this bullshit's about. You want paid.

No, it is not. This has got nothing to do with your bill.

I've told you I have to be careful myself.

The definition of money laundering under the new Criminal Justice Act

is now so wide that there is in effect a reporting obligation on third parties.

- So you're going to report me now? - I didn't say that, John.

- Fuck you, Pat. - Come on, John, I'm not saying that.

- Good luck. - I didn't say that.

- You did. - No, I didn't.

I said I'm saying effectively there is. That's all. I'm talking. That's all.

- I'm leaving. - Come on, John.

Do you ever get your office checked for bugs? Electronically?

Come on, John, please. It's me.

Cops seem to have a handle on everything I'm doing these days.

How come they know it all? Can you answer me that?

All right.

- When did you get this motor anyway? - Last month.

I must be paying you too much.

- I have a job for you. - Now?

No, drop me off and then come back here.

OK, girls, we're leaving in five minutes.

Grainne, watch them. You're spilling them over your mouth.

- You told me to hurry up. - No more telly for you in the morning.

Who's prettier?

- (Doorbell) - You're both beautiful.

All right, Mary?

Girls, go back in the kitchen.

- I don't know who you are. - Doesn't matter who I am.

- Your brother owes me money. - Darren doesn't live here.

- He got the money off me. - What's that got to do with me?

Some of the money he borrowed was used for the work you got done on this house.

Got yourselves a new downstairs bathroom. I gave him the money for that.

No complaints. Then your drains was blocked. More money.

Said you had to get a digger in. No complaints.

New boiler house. Wrong plaster on the wall in the boiler house.

Inside plaster on the outside wall. More money.

"I need a few more bob, Fran," says he.

"No problem," I said. "No problem, there's the money for you.

I don't give a bollocks what you use it for."

Now he owes me the money and I don't know where he is.

So if I can't get it off him I'll get it off you.

- I don't have any money for you. - I need something today.

What are you on about? I don't know anything about this.

I have a mortgage. I have the banks onto me every day.

Everybody's got the banks onto them every day.

The new shit you got done with your house was done with my money.

Grainne, bring Kathryn back in the kitchen now.

I can call the Guards. See what they have to say about it.

Call the cops. Cops come or they never come when you call. What if they do come?

You give them a poxy statement? I never said anything to you.

I only asked for your brother.

Do you know what? You can fuck off.

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