Pixie

You always encouraged me to cause a spot of trouble.

So, today's the day we finally set a bomb under this town for what they did to you.

But don't worry, Ma.

It'll be over soon, and I'll be...

halfway across the world.

Where you'd want me to be.

You not gonna talk about it?

Suit yourself.

It's my girl. Oh, yeah?

I thought you 'd broke up. We' re on a break.

Oh. And how long's that been going on now?

Six months.

We still meet up for coffee from time to time.

Couple of macchiatos, like.

I'm glad you find it so amusing.

Well, this is it.

It's just, she's been spending a lot of her time with this fella.

If you've broke up, isn't she allowed to be seeing other people?

We're just having a wobble.

Colin, man, six months is more than a wobble.

It's a wobble, Fergus, okay?

Ready?

So, what's this fella's name, then?

Tyrone.

Tyrone? Tyrone, Tyrone, Tyrone.

No, I don't know any Tyrones. He must be from out of town.

He'll wish he was from out of town when I get my hands on him.

She probably told the poor lad she was single.

Ah, leave up. She'll come back. We've got a connection.

Right you are.

Stop what you're doing, all of youse!

Where's the stash? What stash? This is a church.

Gentlemen, this is a place of worship. A holy place.

The drugs. The drugs! Where are they, Father?

Drugs have no place in the Catholic Church.

Who are they? This is Father Shenwari.

And this Father Nabi.

They've travelled to Ireland from Afghanistan

to learn about the Troubles

in order to take the lessons that we have learned back to their own community.

Can you, uh, give us a moment?

Excuse us.

Are these fellas proper? Are you sure about this?

I don't know. There was meant to be money and MDMA.

Kilos of the stuff changing hands. That's what she said.

Who's 'she'?

I said 'he.' The boss. Well, it don't look like it.

Oh, shit, man.

I didn't know they had Catholics in Afghanistan.

Say a Hail Mary.

They don't speak the language.

If he's a Catholic, he knows a Hail Mary.

Say it.

Take your gun out of Father Nabi's mouth and be gone.

This is a church. There's a bag!

What's in the bag? What's in the fucking bag?

Open it.

What the...

Jesus.

Look at this, Fergus. What a rush, eh?

Yeah.

Don't be so cool about it.

This is a lot of gear, isn't it?

Oh, jackpot.

Let's get a look at your miserable teenage mug.

Hey, hey! Leave that.Relax. It's not that bad.

'Tyrone'?

Little fucker.

Listen, man...

You slimy, inbred, cheating asshole!

She said you were through. Please.

Look, don't do anything crazy, man, okay?

This was all her idea, I'm telling you.

What were you gonna do to me to make sure you could get away with it?

We were gonna go to San Francis...

This is the final call

for Flight 162 to San Francisco.

Final call for Flight 162 to San Francisco.

What's up? This is your boy Fergus,

aka the Baddest Man On The Planet.

Leave us a message, and I'll get back to you

whenever I bloody well feel like it.

Fergus, where are you? What's wrong? What's happened?

Where's Colin?

Flight 162 to San Francisco is now closing.

Flight 162 to San Francisco is now closing.

Sligo, please.

Hey.

All right, my love? Have you seen Fergus?

No.How about Colin?

I thought you two were... No?

Neither of them have come in, as far as I know.

Can I get you anything?

Tequila would be grand.

Move, will ya?

Ah, Sarah, you sexy little ferret. Prick!

Barry, I want that 20 tonight, or I will have your ball sack.

Daniel, man. What's the crack, fellas?

Not bad. All right.

For you. For you.

Thank you.

Nice.

For the fallen. We will remember them.

I gotta talk to her.

What are you gonna say to Pixie Hardy

that you haven't managed to say up to this point in time?

I don't know. Something charming.

I swear, she always gives me the eyes.

She doesn't remember your name, man.

Ah, fuck it, I'll tell you something. Come with me.

Three in the bed, and the little one said...

'Let's do some fucking drugs.'

Now, I'd like to preface this by saying I don't support

either of youse acting upon what I'm about to tell you.

Rumours are going round... Oh, yeah. Go on.

She's gotten into taking photos.

Apparently, Pixie is preparing her application

to the San Francisco Institute of Art

and wants to be like this Nan Goldin lady.

I don't know. Anyway,

her photos have taken a turn for the experimental.

What do you mean, 'experimental'?

I've heard she likes to take photos of herself having sex with men.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that either of you twos

can potentially go home with her tonight

as long as you don't mind your hairy arses being on film.

However, I'd like to remind you

who it is we're talking about here.

This is Pixie Hardy. She won't just break you.

She'll take a Kalashnikov to your heart.

You sure this is her house?

I'm sure.

How are we even gonna do this?

Hmm.

How about I go in first,

and you wait here till I'm finished,

then you go in after and I'll wait?

Piss off. Why isn't there an option

where I go in and you wait, and then you go in after?

'Cause I' m the oldest. Because you were born in April

and I was born in June, I have to go in second?

Just put the radio on. I might be a while.

Frank.

That's not fair.

This is gonna be a laugh.

Now, now. Frank McCullen.

It's very late to be knocking on young ladies' doors, isn't it?

Little lost, are we?

No. See, uh, recently,

I've been getting into taking photos.

Photos?

I was just wondering if you happened to know any good photo shops nearby.

You came to my house at 2:00 in the morning

to see if there was a camera shop in the neighbourhood?

I was told you were the person I should be talking to.

People in this town need to learn

that other people's business really isn't their business.

Sorry.

So, can I come in?

I didn't slam the door in your face, did I?

Come on, then, Richard Avedon. Richard who?

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Are you...?

Oh, for God's sake. What a jammy bastard.

You believe in God, don't you, Tommy?

Well, there's part of me wants to believe in it.

For the wife and the children. Know what I mean, sir?

But I work for you, boss.

I've no right to judge. You've been very good to me, you know?

But some of the things we've done...

I don't mean any offence, you know.

What about reincarnation? What do you think of all that?

That's a lovely concept, that, sir.

Unless you come back as a fucking ant.

So, what's the plan?

I don't know.

Tommy? Yes, boss.

Clear this up.

Get rid of the body and the vehicle.

The last thing we need is the Guards breathing down our necks.

Yes, boss.

So we just do nothing? We wait.

Trouble will find us. It always does.

And when it does, we'll be ready.

Boss, you might wanna have a look at this.

Tommy?

Yes, boss.

Find the fucking panda.

Pixie?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Pixie!

Fuck.

I'm not joking around, Pix.

I'll knock this fucking door down if I have to!

Relax your jaw.

You'd better not have someone else up there!

We had a connection!

I know you're in there.

That's it. Oh, shit.

I'm coming in! I'll shoot your fucking door in.