Episode 37 Red Rock

-This could backfire badly if you don't go through the proper channels.

-What happened?

-They killed Max.

-Who's Max?

-It's his dog.

-They cut his throat.

Did you not hear what I said? About my family of undesirables?

-I'm not going out with them.

-You're not going out with me either, pal.

-We need to get you out of town for a while.

-My Ma and sister?

-I have guards watching the house.

-We'll be tailing Laser. He can't make a move without us knowing.

-These guys do whatever he says.

-You plead guilty to manslaughter, it would speed things up.

-I'll do it.

-The Hennessy's could still get a plea bargain, even if we're against it?

-Yeah.

-Hey!

-SHE RINGS BELL

-Sorry, can I help you?

-Get me McKay.

All right. I'm not deaf!

-Is Katie in?

-No.

-Well, she's not at the cafe.

-I said, no!

-Katie!

-Katie!

-Are you calling me a liar?

No, but...it's important. I need to speak to her.

If you don't get away from this door, I'll break your bleeding neck.

PHONE RINGS

What?

Vincent Kiely?

Depends. Who wants to know?

Fancy a trip out, Detective?

The DPP have accepted Michael Hennessy's plea for manslaughter.

Thought you might want to break the news to the Kielys.

I'm their FLO. I should go.

You'll be wanting your stab vest, Sarge.

-Any last requests?

-Don't even joke about it.

Now, there's one domestic you want to steer clear of.

-Right, you ready?

-Yeah.

How do you feel about doing all the talking?

If I say yes, can I change my mind?

Who were you roaring at earlier? TV licence again?

Nah, it was nothing.

I sorted it.

It was David. He came to see Katie.

Suppose he'll be poking his nose around from now on.

-What does he want?

-What does who want?

The guards are calling around, apparently.

-Any tea in that?

-Why are the guards calling?

Don't be looking at me.

I haven't done anything. Not that the guards know about anyway.

-It after 10. They're late.

-Surprise surprise.

DOORBELL RINGS I'll get that.

It better be good news.

This as the fella I was telling you about, Chloe.

This is all down to him.

And he can't even look you in the eye.

-Grainne, this really isn't helping.

-She hasn't slept for days.

They're around our house at night, shouting allsorts, threatening.

She's too scared to even call out for her mammy half the time.

-I'm sorry, but...

-I'll bet you sleep like a baby, don't you?

In your fancy house.

-Are you done?

-I'm only getting started.

I want to know what you're going to do about it.

Are you going to move us to a new house?

-We've been through this.

-We can't stay there no more!

There's been no damage to your property.

You haven't given us a description of anyone.

You know who's doing this.

I'll send a patrol to the Ridge.

Stuff your patrol! How's that going to help us?

It'll be safer if they see us hanging around.

You think?

Laser knows what Davey's done.

If they can't get to him, they'll do us over.

It's only a matter of time! And it'll be all your fault.

I was trying to help your son.

You're scum.

You should have left him alone.

Davey was mixed up in this long before I came along.

Whose fault is that?

Come on, Chloe.

Grainne! Grainne!

Grainne, wait! DOOR BUZZES

-Grainne, wait!

-What's the rush?

-Get out of my way.

Grainne. Please.

I can handle this, Garda Kosos, thank you.

You take orders off that yoke?

I pity you.

Smooth talking, Davey, promising him the world,

then chewing him up and spitting him out when you're done.

I'll do whatever I can to keep you all safe.

You can't do nothing.

I'm going to put Laser behind bars.

I promise you that. SHE CHUCKLES BITTERLY

Come on, Chloe.

He's accepted he's guilty.

Of manslaughter, not murder.

Sentencing is still at the discretion of the judge.

Now, Michael could...should still be looking at a severe punishment.

And what judge is going to find in our favour?

Go on, then. Who do you think they'll side with?

Who would you side with?

What Sergeant Tyrell means by saying that he's accepted he's guilty

is that's half the battle.

The justice system can't argue with you.

-So, we won't get our day in court?

-True.

But you won't also have to sit through a trial and listen to

a barrister pick apart Darren's character that didn't even know him.

There you go. You finally said his name.

-Do you even remember my brother, do you?

-Of course we do.

There'll be no sides here.

Michael took Darren's life, and everyone knows it.

It'll be over soon.

He'll be sentenced next week.

-What kind of sentence will he get?

-Da, don't.

One he deserves?

No, of course not.

Are you OK?

Yeah, grand.

It's just you and me here.

You don't have to put the brave face on.

It's the only face I've got.

-Ha-ha, very cute.

-Brave and cute.

You must really be feeling sorry for me.

Look, I know it's earlier than we thought...

Claire, it's fine.

DOOR OPENS Oh, here we go.

What's all this, them bringing forward the sentencing?

-Mum, it's OK.

-Well, can they do that?

-Obviously.

-When's it going to be?

Next week.

After all this time?

It's a good thing, really.

Get it over with, you know?

What do we do now?

We need references, from anybody that knows you.

Get them to vouch for your good character.

I mean, yeah, I know it's going to be a stretch...

-Now who's being cute?

-Honestly, Claire!

We've already spoken to your teachers and your coaches,

but anyone else we can think of.

It couldn't hurt to have a few of your business associates, Mum.

I'll start ringing around.

We should make a list...anyone else we can think of.

Next week.

I know this is hard to take in but we've put together a strong case.

So strong it was reduced at the drop of a hat?

-I suppose that's what happens when you're the boss's brother-in-law.

-Sergeant Tyrell's right.

I stand by our original charge but that decision is up to the DPP.

Look, I know it's hard for you to get your head around it

but we're on the same side here.

I know this is tough to think about but...

..you should think about writing out a victim impact statement.

So, at least this way, you make sure the judge hears you.

Understands what Darren's death did to you.

A bit of paper's not going to make a difference.

Well, think about it, will you?

Yeah, fine.

There's my number...if you need anything.

Should've given this to my grandson, shouldn't you?

I think you should go now.

You know, you can explain to him how his Uncle Darren died,

how you let his killer walk free.

That's not what's happening, Vincent.

You'll get justice.

I won't hold my breath.

(Thanks.)

PHONE RINGS

-What have we got?

-A petrol bomb, at the Ridge.

-Petrol bomb? At this time of day?

-They're getting very brave over there, sir.

-It's not brave, it's an affront.

-Yes, Boss.

-Fire brigade.

-Fire brigade are at the scene now.

-Casualties?

-There was a young girl in the hospital,

according to first reports.

What's the... What's that address?

45 Castle street.

That girl, is there any news on her?

Second and third degree burns.

She's in St Helen's. The mother's with her. We've evacuated the area.

-Any witnesses?

-No-one yet but we'll...

-Nikki.

-You...you take the lead on this.

-Yeah. Sean, get the DDU to set up an

incident room and get a crew together for doing door-to-door canvassing ASAP. Come on, move.

I'll put a questionnaire together. Unit C are on in a few hours. I'll call them in early.

By the way, they took it as well as you'd expect.

-What?

-The Kielys.

-Michael's plea bargain, Boss.

-I have to go.

You just going to sit there and let them walk all over us?

There's no justice in this country.

Bodger, he got locked up last week for armed robbery.

He was guilty.

Oh, nice to know whose side you're on.

Look, they...

The judges and that...they'll get it right.

He must've known, when he was around here earlier on, your little mate.

Who?

-No-one.

-David Hennessy.

-You know, if your gob was any bigger, it'd have its own bleeding chair.

-David was here? Why?

Sniffing around as usual. Worse than a dog in heat.

Don't talk about him like that. He's the father of my baby.

Don't remind us.

You think he cares about you?

Why didn't he tell you about that, then?

I told you.

Didn't I?

Grainne...

I am so, so sorry.

She'll be scarred for life.

You did this.

You as good as threw that petrol bomb yourself.

Why couldn't you just have left us alone?

That plea should never have been accepted.

-Yeah, well...

-I mean, what's the point of putting in the work, the hours?

We drive ourselves crazy putting these cases together,

and the DPP just do whatever they like.

They just want to avoid the bloody paperwork.

I'm sorry, I'm rambling.

How are you doing?

Hey.

Take a breath.

It'll be all right.

Look, do you fancy coming out tonight?

If you want to get away, I mean.

Distract yourself.

A film? You need to make time for yourself.

I don't know.

I wasn't suggesting moonlight and roses.

Unless...

A movie sounds great.

Just what I need.

All right. It'll be a comedy, I promise.

I better get back.

He'd know, Michael...about the plea bargain.

They'd tell the Hennessys first, wouldn't they?

Yeah, probably. Why?

No reason.

So, what were those two idiots doing? Don't tell me taking a break.

-They were patrolling the area as instructed, they're not on 24-hour guard.

-I want them in here.

We've already spoken to them, they didn't see anything.

-Well, someone did!

-The crime conference is being sorted.

The IRC are preparing a report for the chief in the depot.

Good, let's keep this moving. Any witnesses, descriptions?

-Adrijan.

-Not yet.

-Someone threw a petrol bomb in broad daylight!

-They're doing door-to-door, sir.

-And what are you two doing?

Sitting on your backsides. Go on, go! Get out there! Go!

-Rattled much?

-He's fine.

Nikki.

-I need you to come to the hospital with me.

-OK.

We should go clubbing, it's been ages.

David's right. You need to get out more, enjoy the time you have...

left.

They're not putting me on Death Row, Mum.

I know.

You can come with us.

Uh, yeah. No, I'll join you for dinner,

I'll leave the messy stuff to you two scallions.

David, a word.

You OK? Is it the baby?

What are you looking at?

Katie, what's wrong?

-Your son's gutless.

-Katie, please...

Not him, you.

Couldn't tell me yourself?

Had to wait for the guards to do it.

-Look...

-You're a coward.

-I tried to tell you.

-Yeah, so you did.

-I came round your house.

-Does your phone not work?

Well, I wanted to tell you face-to-face.

You know what? You're not being fair.

-Not fair?!

-Yeah, not fair.

This is hard on me, too.

Yeah, you're the one that's suffering here, you OK?(!)

I'm sick of this now.

The sooner the court case is over, the better.

We can put this behind us.

-Where's Chloe? She in there?

-What are you doing here?

-What do you think?

-You're supposed to be in Galway.

-Yeah, I was, then my sister got attacked.

-What did I tell you?

-Let go of me!

-Look, Laser's crew could be watching.

-Good, I hope they are.

-I'm going to get him for this.

-Think for a second, will you?

-If they're willing to do that to an eight-year-old girl, what are they going to do to you?

-I don't care!

-Davey...

-Ma!

-Get that rat out of my sight.

-Ma, please...

-Don't call me that.

You're no son of mine.

-You leave, or I'll...

-Grainne!

Why don't we go and talk somewhere else, OK?

You proud of yourself?

Come on.

Who the hell are you?!

New management.

Thanks.

I need to chase a few more references,

but we're looking in pretty good shape for next week.

You OK?

Yep.

Not so sure about you two.

I'm OK.

At least, I will be.

Yeah, me too.

-Oh.

-What?

I just realised this will be the first Christmas we won't be

all together.

Ah, Secret Santa's a laugh-a-minute at Mountjoy(!)

No. No, you're not going to miss out.

I'm not going to have it.

-Mum, the date's fixed.

-I know.

We're going to bring it forward.

An early Christmas with all the trimmings.

When?

Tomorrow's as good a day as any.

You can't, it's mental.

I think it's a great idea.

And you're going to help me organise everything.

I'm going to send you off with a proper Christmas.

Sorry it wasn't as funny as it could've been.

It was grand.

Except for the end when King Kong bit her head off.

-Yeah...

-I knew it, you weren't paying attention.

I was.

-Kind of.

-Too busy eating your body weight in popcorn.

Sorry, I'm lousy company.

I'm not going to argue with that.

Why don't you tell me about your life for a change?

Nothing to tell.

All work, hardly any play.

-I better head off.

-You want a cup of tea?

There's no-one home.

Yeah, all right.

Make yourself at home.

Who's this?

Hey, sorry I'm late.

You'll never guess what, Mum is planning Christmas...

-Davey, what are you doing here?

-DOOR OPENS

Mr Kiely.

Da, this is Rory. He's a mate.

How are ya? Hi.

-I thought you were at work.

-So did I.

Lost my job today.

Some baldy fella. I'm thrown on the rubbish heap.

-No word of a warning.

-Da...

You know, you try to do good....

..you try to work.

(Sorry about this.)

Bald fella.

You know what he said to me?

"You couldn't hold on to a job if your life depended on it."

Well, at least you can hold on to your hair.

-I like that. That's very good, yeah.

-HE CHUCKLES

Very, very good.

Wish I'd have said that.

Tell you, son...

..it'd make a man want go back on the robs, you know that?

Thanks for walking me home.

Right, yeah, I should go.

What's he doing here?

Katie's got a new fella, and he's not a Hennessy.

No, he's worse.

He's a copper.

-It's just for a couple of nights.

-No, it isn't.

You can't throw him out on the street. God knows what'll happen

-to him.

-I told you it was a stupid idea.

-See?

-Claire...

-I'm sorry, Davey, you can't stay here. It's not possible.

-Don't move.

-Is this true?

-Yeah. Guilty as charged.

Katie...?

How could you? With one of them?!

There's no need for that, Mr Kiely.

Go home, OK? I'll deal with these two.

Door's that way.

Are you sure? I can stay if you want.

No, here, whoa!

-What am I going to do?

-I have no idea.

Just go home, will you?

You've had a few dealings with the guards, right?

We're not all bad.

Would you listen to it?

Look, Da, don't touch him or I swear...

Out!

Night, Katie. I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you out of your mind? They tried to burn down his house.

Exactly. He's in serious danger.

-And what about us?

-No-one knows he's here.

You don't know that for sure.

Look, he has no-one.

His family doesn't want him, the system. I'm all he has.

-We're the only ones on his side.

-Get him out.

I can't.

I won't.

TV WEATHER REPORT IS FAINTLY AUDIBLE

-RORY:

-Hello.

He's not one of us!

You can't trust any of them!

The Kielys and the guards...

It's like oil and water.

We don't mix!

DOOR SLAMS

How long are you going to keep this up?

Claire, I didn't have any other option.

Listen to me. COFFEE MAKER BUZZES NOISILY

Look, I know this isn't ideal. Do you think I want him here?

Don't speak to me like I'm a bloody child. You know this is wrong.

He'd have gone back to the Ridge and tried something stupid.

That makes two of you.

Do I need to spell this out for you?

You're Superintendent acting without authorisation,

and I'm his advising solicitor.

You could screw up both of our careers.

Don't. Just...don't. He needs to be gone by tonight.

You haven't forgotten tonight.

We're doing Christmas dinner?

Right, well...let me jog your memory.

There's a very good chance my brother could be imprisoned

-next week...

-I know.

-..and despite countless explanations of how

our justice system works, my mother still expects me to pull off

a last-minute miracle and get him off without a mark on his record.

-Claire...

-But just in case I can't quite manage a miracle,

she's given me 24 hours to put together a Christmas dinner

for the whole family, so I could really use your support right now.

And I don't think that getting Davey out of our home is such a big deal.

This is something for Michael.

I don't want anything messing it up.

-Sorry, Ms Hennessy.

-So am I.

DOOR SLAMS

MALE VOICE SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY IN BACKGROUND What is that fella on about?

Paudge's arrest. Pickpocket. Paudge thought he was Polish but he's not.

Pain in the rear's what he is.

Yeah, can I be put through to the Assistant Commissioner, please? Thanks.

I heard "Meet The Parents" didn't go so well.

-You heard how?

-I have my sources.

Can you go tell him to shut up, please?

I would've paid good money to have seen the look on Vincent Kiely's face.

Yeah, well, if you must know, Mr Kiely and I got on like a house on fire.

Yeah, good morning, ma'am. Thanks for taking my call.

-I did try and get a smaller turkey.

-Of course you did.

-What's wrong? Is it too big for your oven?

-No.

-We'll squeeze it in.

-Great.

Well, if we aim to be with you for 6pm?

-Mm-hmm.

-Can you pick up the wine on your way home?

-Sure.

-Did you get him a present?

-No, not yet.

-I got him a watch.

Oh, God, unless you think, like, it's too much like doing time...

No.

-I've forgotten something.

-Stockings?

-Stockings!

-I was joking, Mum!

I just want this to be happy.

Not like some morbid Last Supper.

It won't be, will it?

It's a lovely idea, Mum.

All of us together.

Don't worry.

And James doesn't mind?

Why would he?

Just feels like the end of something.

Like nothing will be the same.

Michael will never be the same.

Traitor.

Neptune not good enough for you now?

-Or did my dad put you off your coffee?

-No, of course not.

If you say so.

-Listen...

-Rory...

You go.

Look, I know we're not exactly The Waltons.

I'd run a mile if I could, but I'm stuck with them.

You know, maybe we were stupid to think...

Maybe.

I mean, it would never have worked. A guard and a Kiely.

You must be getting awful stick for it in there.

Nothing I can't handle.

Come away with me for lunch.

Why?

Because...

OK.

-Back to Galway?

-Yeah, there's an 11:25.

If I give you a lift, you'll probably make it.

-What do I do when I get there?

-Well, Tim'll let you stay as long as you need.

-Another guard.

-You'll be safe.

-If something bad ever happened in Galway...

-You need to stay down there till all this

-dies down.

-You think something like this just dies down?

For someone high up, you don't know a lot, do you?

I've a lot more experience than you do, Davey.

So, is this official or unofficial?

Yeah, thought so. You're making this up as you go along, aren't you?

-I'm trying to make this right. You knew it wasn't going to be easy.

-That's funny, don't remember you

-telling me that when you were giving me the big speech about CHIS.

-Davey...

-They killed my dog, my

sister's in hospital, my Ma doesn't talk to me, my house is burned down, and who's in the middle of it all?

-Good old McKay.

-That's enough.

-You really think Laser won't find me in Galway?

I'm better off on my own.

Davey.

Davey, stop!

You've a chance here.

You've a chance for a better life. You want that, don't you?

You just have to lay low for a while and do what I say!

Look...I'm just asking for one more chance.

We can get Laser and his crew, every last one of them, I swear to you!

But first you have to get on that train and get the hell out of

here for a while. OK?

Oh, here she is now, the Walking Dead.

-Morning.

-Who was slamming doors at all hours?

Katie. Who do you think?

A guard, like a dagger to your heart, Vin.

I could box the head off him.

I mean, what's she thinking?

With a baby on the way and all.

Bloody mind of that one. You're too soft on her.

You didn't, did you?

-What?

-Box the head off him?

Waste of a good slap, that fella.

I threw him out on the street.

Maybe he's not the only one you should've thrown out.

Bridge, the girl is carrying!

I'm just saying, she needs to learn a lesson.

A guard around this house is the last thing we need.

Oh, I can just see them down the station, laughing at us,

him and his mates.

We're a joke.

Sir. Nikki asked me to give you this.

The IRC report on the petrol bomb attack on the Ridge.

-Yes.

-There's details of the suspect inside for KLO as well.

He was wearing a balaclava?

-Bring Laser Byrne in for questioning.

-Now?

Call me when he's here.

Where were you yesterday between the hours 10 and 12 in the morning?

No comment.

A house on the Ridge estate was petrol-bombed.

That's terrible. I hope no-one was hurt.

Where were you?

Nowhere near the Ridge, that's for sure.

We've been speaking to one of your associates who says differently.

-Who?

-Doesn't matter.

You know how to make a petrol bomb, don't you?

Quite the expert, according to your record.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

-I know it was you.

-Don't know what you're talking about.

A child was badly burned.

Tell her to get well soon.

-You know who it was, so?

-Word gets round.

A kid.

That's hardcore, even for you.

-Not my problem.

-I'm making it your problem.

PHONE VIBRATES

Interview paused at 14:32.

Superintendent McKay has to take a phone call.

Hey.

Yeah, the 11:25 from Heuston.

What?!

No, I put him on the train.

If you're not going to order anything, you should go.

-I came to finish our conversation.

-I'm at work.

-I don't care.

You want to get me the sack and all now, do you?

-Look, you've got no right to be upset with me.

-I am not upset.

(I am ashamed.)

(You embarrassed me. You embarrassed yourself.)

You make out like you're so hard done by when all the time

-it's you that's digging your own hole.

-Embarrassed?

You're the one that brought a copper into my gaff!

You'd think you'd be happy for me. I met a decent fella.

Yeah, huh. As decent as a rat in a drain.

He's the only one being decent to me when everyone else looks at me like...

Look, do you know what? We don't need this.

Rory was right.

-Where's Davey?! What have you done to him?!

-No comment.

Answer me!

-If I find out you've...

-What?

I'll wipe you off the face of this Earth, do you understand?

You might want to let me go now, Superintendent.

Oh, and Mr McKay...

If I see young Davey, I'll tell him you're looking for him.

BELL RINGS

What is it?

One of your lot. Rory.

I want to see him. Now.

Just answer the question. Is he gone?

-Yes, I put him on the train.

-You've done that before.

-Well, he knows to stay put this time.

-Sure about that?

-Can you just stop?

-I need to know.

-I've already told you everything.

Well, thank God for that(!)

We can't keep doing this.

We can't...

Look at what this is doing to us.

We're meant to be a team.

-We are.

-No. You didn't give me a second thought.

Don't you dare deny it.

This whole thing is a mess.

Davey's life is in ruins before he's even had a chance.

You've done what you can, now walk away, James.

I can't, I...I can't.

You were the one who told me he was a good kid, that we should help him.

-So, this is my fault now?

-No.

No...

..it's mine.

I was supposed to get him out of trouble, and all I've done is gotten him in deeper.

DOOR BUZZES OPEN

Mr Kiely.

What can I do for you?

-Rory, is it?

-Detective Walsh.

-Oh.

On your turf now, huh?

Is there something you wish to report?

A crime, maybe?

Report a... Don't get me started.

I'm going to give you a chance.

Just one.

For my daughter.

You understand?

-But if you mess her around...

-Are you threatening me?

Not as thick as you look then, are you? Do you understand?

I understand.

I need you to put a search out for Davey Webb, he's meant to be

-in Galway but he might still be here.

-Should we put out a KLO?

No, tell the others to check with their contacts, get all the lads in

the Unit to talk to their touts but do it quietly. OK?

We need to find him before Laser gets his hands on him.

-Sir.

-You want us to use PULSE or...?

-I don't care, just find him.

He's not all bad, you know.

-Who?

-My Da.

Was it your idea? Him coming in to see me?

He didn't.

Came into the station.

-This is my dad we're talking about?

-He came to bury the hatchet.

Did it hurt?

-Mark my card.

-This is a wind-up.

He told me he'd give me one chance.

One chance is all I want.

-Good sambo?

-Had worse.

It's not going to be easy, you know.

We could take it slowly, see how we go.

We could.

Story of my bleeding life, that.

You're too good for that job. Over-qualified.

-It's beneath you.

-Hmm.

I knew I'd never be the winning horse, like,

but I didn't think I'd end up the glue.

Ah. Not got your little friend with you, no?

Shame(!)

Thank you.

I know that was hard for you, but...he's a good man, Da.

Right.

And don't worry, I won't be bringing him round for dinner any time soon.

Oh, you should. I'll save him up something special(!)

What did you mean when you said Rory was right?

Oh, yeah, he was saying I need to make time for myself.

You know, make sure I'm OK and that.

But you have us for that.

I know, yeah.

The one thing I thought I always got right with my kids...

was you.

You did.

Is it my fault that I worry myself to death about you?

You shouldn't.

I lost Darren.

I don't want to lose you now, Katie.

You won't.

I've been using Davey Webb for a while now...

to gather information on Laser and Beady.

Through CHIS?

No. I don't have time to explain,

but I put him on the 11:25 to Galway this morning,

to get him out of here, but he hasn't arrived.

I'm hoping he's just given me the slip but...

You think that Laser's got him?

Poor kid.

-What are you going to do, Boss?

-I don't know.

-I don't know if I can fix this.

-Yesterday's petrol-bombing and...

His family are targets now, too.

This is a mess, boss.

-There was...

-I know!

I know. But Davey's statements

aren't enough to put any of his crew away, let alone Laser.

-So, we've had to let him go.

-That doesn't mean it's over.

You know how this goes, we'll just, we'll get him in the end.

Oh, come on! You and I both know how long that could take. We need to step this up.

-We do things by the book from now on in.

-That isn't going to cut it with the likes of Laser Byrne.

We're nowhere unless we take it to them.

-We build a case. That's what we do.

-We don't have time for that.

-Do you ever stop eating?

-Don't be a plank, it's the baby.

It's hungry.

That guard of yours, he could be up to allsorts,

spying on us undercover, like.

Us? Yeah, cos we're a family of criminal hotshots(!)

Well, she has a point.

-Maybe you and him will be best mates.

-Yeah. Over my dead body.

Never know, could come in handy.

The Hennessys have McKay, he could become OUR pet pig.

You not hungry, Da?

Don't let your battered sausage go cold, Vin.

All in good time, huh?

I've something to say first.

KEITH TURNS OFF TV

-LAUGHTER

-You're a wimp!

I hope Mountjoy's got a gym, man, you need to bulk up.

-David.

-He's joking, Mum.

-And haven't you had enough, sir?

-Mum!

It's not Crimbo unless you're throwing up behind the tree, eh, Mikey?

Oh, God, don't remind me.

Where's James?

Um, why don't we open the stockings?

Oh, you used to love your stockings, remember?

-LAUGHTER

-Yeah, couldn't get enough of them, could he, the pervert.

You're hilarious, you know that(!) LAUGHTER

You two. We're meant to be celebrating Baby Jesus.

Yeah, true.

Less than a week from now.

The longest week ever.

To justice.

A toast.

To Christmas.

And...to justice.