Episode 30 Red Rock

Luke got a letter from Willowbrook.

Do you really think I want my son going to some

fancy-arse school for spoiled brats?

Well, now she's just gone and made things a whole lot worse.

-We need to put Damo behind bars.

-You know it wasn't me.

You need to toughen up, Michael. Maybe then you'll be worthy of taking over the place.

-Who was it?

-Damien Quinn.

-What are we drinking to?

-Your new job.

-Something not exactly kosher, I take it?

-What do you think?

-You want my team to stand guard?

-Is there something wrong with that?

We've just had a lead in a missing-woman case.

Priorities, Nikki.

-Where are we going?

-Connolly Park.

-But what about Dunne?

If the super has a problem with it, you let him come and talk to me.

Any joy from last night?

We swept Connolly Park, all the usual haunts -

Jack's, Shaky Alley, The Dail.

-Any of the girls talk to you?

-A couple.

Did you warn them that street girls have been targeted?

Yeah. Look, no-one's seen her.

-Is that it? Nothing else?

-Well, Paudge got propositioned.

Highlight of the night. Never seen him move so fast.

All right. Well, just check them all out, OK?

-And thank you.

-Just doing my job.

You had a late one last night?

You know there's no overtime in this job.

Above and beyond - that's me, as you well know.

HE HUMS CHEERFULLY

Take it easy, will you? I'm in ribbons.

What you need is the hair of the dog, son.

-Oh, stop that, will you? My head is banging.

-Join the club.

I thought we said we were only going for one.

This family going for one?

-BABY CRIES IN DISTANCE

-Didn't hear yous refusing.

Your mammy was out last night, Lukey.

Celebrating, she was. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

-Ah, I was proud of you, love.

-For getting hammered?

-She doesn't remember.

-What?

You brought the roof down!

-The crowd were begging you for more.

-Begging you to stop, more like!

-The karaoke queen, huh?

-When I closed my eyes,

it was like Whitney was in the room with us. RIP.

Yeah, Whitney Mullen from down the chipper.

-Give over. It was beautiful, love.

-Oh, God!

-Here, will you feed him?

-Those days are over.

It's making me gag.

-Don't be looking at me.

-Do you want him to starve?

-BABY CRIES LOUDER

-Ah, Lukey, turn it down, will you?

Da?

Eh, no, I'm a bit shaky, love. He'll probably end up wearing it.

-Fine. I'll do it, like I always do.

-Here, take some of this.

Ready. LOUD CRASH

BABY CRIES IN PAIN

-I want to stay with him.

-No way.

-Please!

-Look, listen, they'll look after him.

That bleeding high chair's going in the bin.

-We'll get him a new one - the best.

-Yeah, one of them fancy ones.

So, is he going to be all right?

The amount of bumps you lot had as kids - black and blue, yous were.

-Course he'll be all right.

-What if I didn't strap him in properly?

I was probably still drunk.

Don't be blaming yourself. These things happen, love.

Not long now. He'll be back home with us soon.

You're messing. I'll look like a spanner.

You'll look like one of our drivers.

Right, pick up the fags from this address.

-You CAN read, can't you?

-Give me the bleeding cash.

All right.

-Here. You've definitely got a buyer?

-Yeah!

-Who is it?

-Just leave that to me, all right?

-What you don't know can't hurt you.

-Yeah, I'm not so sure about that.

-Well, you worry too much.

-You don't worry enough.

I'll double your money by this afternoon.

And speaking of which, have we settled on my cut?

-Yeah, we did.

-Well, hand it over, then.

Hello.

Do I know you?

Excited and delighted, Mrs Hennessy. I've heard a lot about you.

Mum, um, Robbie Scanlon. New driver.

Did I miss the interview?

-No, Robbie's come highly recommended.

-By who?

I'm sorry, I should have told you,

but we need to get a replacement driver for Damo.

-If anything happens to him...

-It won't.

We were always dropping Keith.

Bad example.

The chair just flipped over.

-I should have been watching him, though.

-Oh, he'll only get a bruise.

Here. Any news?

-Cheers.

-There's a jacks over there.

Go on and splash some water on your face.

She's blaming herself.

-Yeah, well, she'll want to stop that fast.

-It's only natural.

-We've been talking.

-Oh, yeah?

-We don't want anyone getting wind of what happened.

-Yeah, defo.

Like who?

Women lose their babies for much less, Vinny.

The social? Would yous come on?

It's not them I'm worried about.

Don't worry. I'm not here to give out to Katie, or to you.

She's still at the hospital.

Little Lukey - she sounded so worried about him.

HE'S in the hospital?

Niamh!?

I don't think it's that serious. He just had a little fall.

Oh, my God!

-SHE SIGHS

-I gave you an order, Detective Inspector.

Officers from this station were to protect a city councillor

after known threats were made to his safety and his family.

-KNOWN threats.

-With respect, sir...

-With respect?

-My officers aren't a security force.

God forbid!

What they are is a bloody shambles!

The press are going crazy out there.

This station is the only thing

keeping those newspapers going these days.

-Another day, another headline.

-We're overstretched.

We can't afford to be seen to be slacking,

especially now that the City Council is involved.

-Well, what about our missing girl, Donna Burke?

-The prostitute?

I thought she was more important than a protest, so I assigned...

A protest? It turned into a bloody siege!

-I prioritised a missing woman.

-Well, prioritise this!

I am your superintendent.

McKay might have been a soft touch,

but do not make that mistake with me,

or it will be your last.

Understood.

I'm sorry. I don't like to raise my voice to a woman.

Feel free. I don't need special treatment.

Do you know him?

Councillor Mahoney?

I'm Regional Superintendent. I know a lot of people.

Bet you that's the last thing he wanted -

peasants revolting on his doorstep.

You know, I've never been much good at this - the politics.

Like, I can do the shaking hands. I can do the, "Yes, sir. No, sir."

But I cannot shaft the poor sods that actually need us.

How very noble.

I hope they don't twist it.

The press.

Get an idea that a member put a favour in for a pal

before an actual investigation, cos that would be wrong.

They won't. They'll forget Donna Burke.

And I advise you to do the same.

She's some woman, your ma.

I tell you, if I was 20 years older...

-Stop! Don't go sniffing around her.

-Chance would be a fine thing.

She doesn't trust me as far as she could throw me.

Yeah, that's cos you're a criminal.

Still got a whiff of Mountjoy about you.

She doesn't know that. And besides, takes one to know one.

-Spuds? You're bleeding joking, aren't you?

-They're on their way to the chippers at Galway.

At least that's what it'll say on the docket.

-Just have them in the van in case you get stopped, all right?

-All right.

-Oh, good. You're still here.

-Just going through the checklist.

-Do you have a PSV?

-PSV?

-Yeah, he does.

Oh, a PS... Of course. Of course, Mrs Hennessy.

I'll do a good job. I'm not going to let anyone down.

I'm not going to lie to you -

I'll feel happier once I see your references,

but if Michael's OK with you starting...then so am I.

Seamus will show you the ropes. He's going with you. Seamus!

Look, it's Luke Kiely.

I know he's here. I'm his father, for God's sake! Please!

Katie, I came as soon as I could. Niamh said he fell.

Is he OK? Can I go see him?

-Oh, God, no. He's not...?

-What are you doing here?

-Leaving.

-Leaving? But Luke...!

-He's grand. It was a false alarm.

-What? No! I want to see my son!

-You can't.

-Security!

-Katie, please! I really want to see him!

Oh, don't do this. Katie, please!

I'm the father! You can't do this to me!

Just let me see him, please! You can't!

Another job's come up. We need Seamus on it.

-What job?

-Down to Cork.

-That's scheduled for tomorrow.

-It got moved up.

-When?

Mum, I thought you trusted me to run this place.

-Fair enough.

-Michael...

No, it's fine if you don't. We'll do it your way.

-You'll see. Robbie's a good worker.

-That's what I thought about Damo,

and he attacked you and stole from us.

-I'm still not sure about that.

-You're too trusting.

-Maybe.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

David? Whoa, whoa, slow down.

Oh, my God. OK, I'll meet you there.

-Mum, what the hell?

-I've got to go.

Oof!

-IMITATES SCARFACE:

-First, you get the money.

You get the money, you get the power.

-When you get the power, you...

-Put that away, will you? Ten grand.

-Ten grand.

-It'll be 20 in a few hours.

Look, it's for luck.

You'd better not need it.

And you'd better not try anything.

Do you not trust me, Mike? Come on.

This'll be that old boys' network

you girls are always banging on about.

-Thanks for the insight, Sergeant. I'll make a note.

-Just saying.

Well, just don't.

Well, Dunne's got loads of mates in high places.

Him and this councillor fella are probably up the 19th hole

all the time together.

I know what I'd like to do to his hole.

Er, we have journos on our back.

They want to know why a councillor was left

fending off a marauding mob

while officers were seen handing out leaflets in the park.

Leaflets? It wasn't a bleeding raffle.

Am I the only one banging my head against a brick wall?

Donna Burke has been missing for over a week.

If this was any other missing person,

they'd have Dunedin on this, they'd have every single person

in this station out there looking for her.

-DUNNE:

-That's great, Councillor.

And, again, apologies for the oversight.

How's Eileen?

Oh, that's good to hear.

Do give her my best, will you?

-HE CHUCKLES

-Yes, we must do that.

No, it won't happen again. I give you my word.

I'll give him his old boys' network.

Is that the newsdesk?

Can you put me through to Kelly? She's still on crime, yeah?

No, I wish to remain anonymous.

BABY GURGLES

Told you, didn't I?

-I'm so sorry, little man. I'm sorry.

-No harm, eh, Lukey?

Ah, he's tough. Look at him. Pure Kiely, he is.

-PATRICIA: I want to see my grandson.

-Don't move.

BABY GURGLES

-Where's David?

-Been and gone.

What's wrong with Luke?

Nothing, apart from a few dodgy genes from you lot,

but he'll get over that.

This really isn't the time. Why is he in hospital?

Katie overreacted.

He was a bit peaky this morning, that's all.

You know what mothers are like.

-See you.

-I'm going nowhere.

I'll tell you what I told your son this morning -

you don't belong here.

You're not wanted - not by Katie, and not by Luke.

-What reporter?

-Oh, some smartarse with a degree.

She knows all the big words.

Wants to know about the missing prostitute.

How did she hear about it?

No idea, but she's got the bit between the teeth, this one.

So much for trying to bury the Donna Burke case.

-Won't be able to do that now.

-Well, we'll see about that.

Boss is playing with fire there.

Ah, here, we don't know if it was definitely her.

Join the dots, son.

-ROBBIE ON VOICEMAIL:

-Wait for the tone, like, then spill. Beep!

-Where are you?

-Ha-ha! Got you there! Later, losers.

-VOICEMAIL BEEPS

Where are you? My man said you'd been and gone hours ago.

Get your arse back here now.

-Maybe he's clearing his head.

-Well, why won't he call me back?

-Have you heard from your brother?

-No.

-Christ!

-What's wrong?

-Luke's been taken to hospital.

-Is he all right?

It can't be serious, but...

But the Kielys won't let David see him.

-Why is he in hospital?

-Well, who knows? Why bother telling us?

-Mum, let's go home.

-No, I've work to do.

No, there's no point working now.

-Besides, he might be back there.

-Mum, she's right.

Head home, and I'll ring you if anything urgent comes up.

-OK. If he calls...

-Yeah.

-If you see him...

-I'll let you know.

HE SIGHS IN RELIEF

-I did mean to bring these up to you.

-Oh, thanks.

Do you know anything about this Donna Burke case?

Your DI seems to be taking a very active interest in it.

I'm sure if Nikki thinks it's important...

Yeah. I mean, you and I have been round the block

long enough to know that...a prostitute goes AWOL,

it's hardly news, is it?

-So, how you doing?

-Hanging in there.

-Good. Must be nice to have Conor back home.

-Yeah.

-No, I can cope, sir.

-Oh, I know you can.

Better than most. Better than some.

You and DI Grogan - you've worked together for a while.

Yeah.

Look, all I'm trying to do is save this station from the bulldozer.

-You know that?

-SHE CHUCKLES

Well, if you can think of a way from stopping the press from slagging us...

-Amen to that.

-I'm all out of ideas.

Superintendent Dunne here. I need you to do something.

Now.

Katie!

He'll go away.

-Katie!

-He'll wake Luke. Here, I'll go talk to him.

-I want to see him, Katie!

-No, you won't. You go upstairs.

You won't hear him from up there. I'll deal with it.

-Don't you start kicking off.

-Katie!

-I won't.

-I'm not able, Ma.

-I swear. Go on.

-I want to see him!

-Is that horse...?

-Yeah. All over his uniform.

-That is sick.

-It's good, though, right?

This is very unprofessional to be sending this round.

-Why?

-Cos it's degrading to the lads in Dunedin.

-So, I'll e-mail it to you?

-Yeah.

KNOCK ON DOOR Yeah, come in.

You want to get out there. It's Dunne.

No, no, no. I can't. Tell him I've left.

No, look - out the window.

This is Donna Burke.

She's 37 years old, she's from this area,

and she's been missing for over a week.

An Garda Siochana is not a private security force

for the rich and politically connected.

I instructed my members to pursue this case

rather than the anti-austerity protest.

Maybe you think I was wrong, but I don't.

I put my head on the block because I care.

I put the safety of the people of this city -

people like Donna - before politics.

And if that makes me wrong, then so be it.

Guilty as charged.

HE GROANS IN FRUSTRATION

Look, I'm not leaving. Not until I see him!

-Katie!

-Begrudge her a bit of sleep, would you,

after the day she's after having?

-No, of course not.

-Well, then stop shouting your mouth off.

Showing your true colours, you are.

I just want to make sure that my son is OK.

He's out of the hospital. He's grand now he's back with us.

Yeah, he's obviously not safe with you lot.

-How dare you?

-Just what exactly happened?

-Nothing.

-Niamh said he...

-Niamh?

Oh, that's where you're getting your little pearls of wisdom from, is it?

Gives them out with her dodgy scones, does she?

-No, Katie told her that he fell.

-Katie lied.

Yeah, she couldn't face the truth. Crying her eyes out, she was.

My God! Whatever it is, just tell me!

No! She doesn't want you to know.

-I'm begging you!

-Doesn't want you to worry.

Type of girl she is, type of family she comes from.

Please, Bridget. Please, just tell me.

Luke didn't fall.

It's his little heart.

-ON VOICEMAIL:

-Wait for the tone, like, then spill. Beep!

-Ha-ha! Got you there! Later, losers.

-VOICEMAIL BEEPS

I need that money back in the bank before anyone finds out it's gone.

All right? Call me.

Where the hell have you been?!

What's going on? What? What?

Hey. Hey!

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Ah, your mammy wants a word.

Will I tell her you're all tied up? HE CHUCKLES

She'll keep.

-I thought you'd be pleased.

-I would have appreciated a heads-up.

So, what's the problem? I got the press off our back.

I could have given you more information.

I could have given you times, places.

We could have appealed for witnesses.

I'm sure if anybody knows anything, they'll be in touch.

It's not a face you'd easily forget, is it?

Look, it was damage limitation.

Does it really matter who takes the credit?

But that's not what I care about.

-HE SIGHS

-OK, look, I'll be in Dunedin

-tomorrow if you need me, OK?

-All right.

So, I can authorise a further search of the area?

I can draw in more members?

What gives you that idea?

-What you said outside.

-Window dressing.

-And when they expect results?

-Which they won't,

as long as they get a few juicy headlines.

I mean, they're not exactly Pulitzer Prize winners, are they?

-What do I tell her daughter, then?

-Make it up as you go along.

You're good at that.

You two got together in The Joy, I hear.

-Ain't that romantic?

-It's not like that.

Hey, I voted yes. I'm cool with yous. Whatever.

Sorry about the headgear, but I can't be too careful.

Don't want anyone finding out about this place.

Well, we won't say anything, will we? I swear. Not a word.

What's that stink? HE SNIFFS

Either one of yous two trod in something

or you're very, very nervous.

-HE LAUGHS

-What do you want?

I thought you needed a lesson in business.

You play with the big boys, you've got to know the rules.

Walk before you can run, like, or you might not get the chance.

Problem?

No. No, she's lovely. I was in Lourdes once with my ma.

You want to keep lover boy under control.

Giving it the big, "I am."

-Fresh out The Joy and flashing his cash.

-I never...

Shut up! He's been shooting his mouth off

about how he's working my turf, under-selling me.

I can't just sit back.

What are you going to do?

It's already done. Ask your boyfriend.

-He knows how this works.

-What?

Not bad, by the way.

Finders keepers.

No.

If Luke was really that sick,

she wouldn't stop you from seeing him.

They didn't even tell me it was his heart!

They lied to me. She hates me. She shuts me out.

-I told you this would happen!

-OK, calm down, David.

Luke's going to grow up

thinking his deadbeat father doesn't care about him.

No, you're a wonderful dad, and Luke loves you.

That's not going to happen.

So, can you call me back, please, Michael?

Good.

-Oh, love.

-This is just cruel.

I didn't think the Kielys were capable of this.

Just getting even.

What if he...? You know, what if he dies?

-Hey, he won't.

-He could!

He's only a little lad. He's not strong enough.

I just want to hold him, you know.

-I just want to tell him I love him.

-I know.

-And you will.

Tell her. I'm not even on his birth certificate.

-I'm nothing to him!

-Should we call the hospital again?

Oh, there's no point. They don't tell you anything.

Anyways, he's home now.

But you didn't actually see him?

No, but Katie wouldn't leave him by himself,

and I know she's at home.

Why did they release a baby with a heart problem that quickly?

Look, I don't know. I have to go back anyway.

Hey, do not let them see you like this.

Maybe this is exactly what they need to see.

-We'll fix this.

-How?

-If he's sick, there'll be doctors' bills.

Hey, I want my money!

Oh, yeah, he was telling the lads here about your mammy.

-You're a very naughty boy.

-I was trying to explain.

-He was going to chuck you down the river.

-No, I wasn't!

-I said shut your mouth!

He's a liability. You want to dump him sharpish.

That little rat's going to get you in serious trouble.

Keep the fags, sell them for what you want,

but I need that money.

OK. Why didn't you say? Course! Yeah, I was just having a laugh.

Get out.

-You sure?

-Bin it.

-How is he?

-He's good, yeah.

-Bit shook, but...

-What about the bump?

-What about it?

-Ah, hardly notice it, I'd say.

I might take him out for a bit of air.

That's a good idea for both of yous.

Let him have a rest. It's been a big day.

I could do with clearing my own head.

Go out the back. Air's air.

Stop fussing, will you? They'll be grand.

KNOCK ON DOOR DAVID: I want to see him, Katie!

-Jesus!

-This is harassment.

-Here, I should just...

-No! Vinnie, you go.

Laser Byrne? Laser Byrne!

You told me you knew what you were doing, everything would be fine.

Now we have deal with that mentaler!

I thought things were up for grabs around here.

-I didn't know he was the big man.

-Yeah, well, he is!

-And thanks to you, genius, I'm...

-Look, I'm sorry!

-He could have killed us.

-He was only messing.

-I can't take that chance.

-So, what are we going to do?

I've got to explain to my mother

why ten grand is missing from the account.

Where have you been? I've been trying to get to you.

-Mum?

-Why didn't you get back to me?

-I need you at home.

-Luke - how is he?

I think your brother would appreciate

a show of support at the moment.

-Um, I'll be home as soon as I can.

-Fine.

-Give him my love - Luke.

That's if we could see him. Don't be long.

-Bye, Mrs Hennessy.

-Robbie.

She's a ride. I mean, for a ma, she's...

Let's see how nice she is when she finds out how much money she's missing.

Well, you're the brains. You can think of something.

She's smart. Not away with the fairies like your ma.

-Oi, leave her out.

-Why did I ever listen to you?

Oh, yeah, I know - didn't have much choice, did I?

Stuck in a cell, day in, day out, while you went on about

how you knew all the scams, anyone who's anyone in Dublin.

-Well, get it off your chest!

-You don't know anything, do you?

Should have stuck to flogging DVDs. More your style.

-I suppose I could tell her you ripped us off.

-What?!

-Stole the van, nicked the money.

-You won't.

I could have you arrested.

-Did it to Damo.

-Yeah? And I could tell your ma whose idea this was.

She doesn't know me and you met on the inside.

Is that what you want?

I told you to back off.

Look, five minutes. That's all I want, I promise.

Just do yourself a favour, will you? Disappear.

Look, I won't even touch him. I just really want to see my son.

Please! Katie!

-Don't even think about it.

-Katie!

-He's not going away.

You're just encouraging him.

Giving him attention right now is exactly what he wants.

Your da'll handle it.

-Katie!

-This is my mess, Ma. I'll go and sort him.

It's all right, Da. You can't see him.

Look, I know you hate me, but he needs proper care.

-He has proper care.

-Look, we'll pay to go private.

-What are you on about?

-Top doctors, anything he needs.

-There's no need.

-What's wrong with you?!

Are you that petty that you'd rather get one over on me,

even if it means risking his life?

-Excuse me?!

-Yeah, that's way out of order.

Ah, here, we don't have to stand here and be insulted.

-Come on. You just get lost.

-She told me.

-You need to leave right now.

-About his heart.

-His what?

-How bad is it?

-Can you not see you're upsetting her?

-What, by offering help?

-His heart?

Please, just let me do this.

Katie.

-So, that's it? We don't do anything?

-She's headed for the recycling bin?

Listen, next person who says, "I told you so"

is going to go out there and wash every single squad car.

BELL RINGS Dunne was out of order.

Prozzies - no-one gives a monkey's about them

as long as they keep their heads down...so to speak.

Did you say that out loud, Sergeant?

-You've got a visitor.

-No. If it's another journalist, just tell them to...

You told him Luke's heart was playing up? How could you?

The Bridge-meister strikes again, huh?

I didn't see YOU coming up with anything.

That's tempting fate, that is.

-Well, I got him off our back, didn't I?

-That is NOT the point.

-Maybe I should have told him you were on the gargle.

-That's not fair.

Still half-locked when you let his son fall out of the high chair.

-Bridge!

-Do you want him to know that?

Do you know what'll happen if he does?

He'll report you.

No, he wouldn't.

You stopped him seeing his son. He'll do whatever it takes.

And if that weapon of an aul one of his finds out,

it'll be YOU banging down HIS door to see your son.

Your ma's right, Katie. The heart thing was a bit...

But we have to keep this quiet. We don't want to lose our Luke.

I saw the posters.

Brought these for you.

We made them at school. Food technology.

The class where they stick all the thicks.

-Well, there's nothing thick about you.

-Yeah.

-Nice.

I done that one before I saw the fella on the telly.

The one with the hat.

You don't have to eat them if you don't want to.

No! I'm bloody starving.

Those are good.

Ma liked me cooking. She taught me before...

-I used to make her breakfast in bed.

-Did you?

I thought, if I told you about her being on the game,

you'd forget about her, but you never.

-So, the thing...

-What? What's up?

-The search for your mum, it's...

-What about it?

I know what Superintendent Dunne said in the press conference,

but it's...

You're not going to look for her?

So, what was all that guff he was going on about?

-Aoife...

-I knew it. And I hope you choke on them!

-Aoife, sit down, please.

-Shove it!

-I'll find her and I'll do it myself!

-No!

No, you won't, and you know that you won't.

Will you just listen to me, please?

All I'm trying to say is that you need to prepare yourself.

-What?

-Because it might be a long time.

It might be a long time before we find anything.

And when we do find something, it might not be good news,

so I need you to be strong, I need you to be patient.

Aoife, I promise you,

I am going to put everyone I can on this case. You have my word.

Just find her, please. Just find her!

Why wouldn't they want the best care for him?

-It doesn't make sense.

-Ah, it does.

You should have seen the way she looked at me. Like I don't even love him.

I've always loved him.

She wanted to get rid of him, for God's sake!

HE SIGHS

Just don't give up.

-He's our family.

-Yeah.

I have to go.

HE EXHALES

You didn't have much of a choice. Dunne made that pretty clear.

Not bad.

Wouldn't have had you down as the baking type.

-You all have it in you.

-Hate to disappoint you, Sarge,

but they were actually made by Aoife Burke's fair hands.

Hope she washed them.

See, this is what she's talking about -

people treating her and her family like they're some kind of vermin,

like they're not worth our time and they're not worth our effort,

-like they don't matter.

-I'm joking!

Oh, I'm sorry I'm not laughing, Johno,

but I just had to lie to her child and tell her

we're putting all our resources into finding her mother

when the truth is the guards aren't going to do a thing to help.

It'd be really good to see you.

-I'm here now.

-SHE LAUGHS

Well, I was nearby and I thought you might like to meet Grace.

Also, I was wondering if you could do me a favour,

seeing as you're now a big-shot doctor.

My nephew was in yesterday.

Luke Kiely.

I'll be here.

Sure, whenever you're ready. Bye.

-You don't even know where he lives.

-I saw more than he knows.

You can't do this. He'll kill you. You'll end up floating out there somewhere.

-Don't bother coming. You'll probably mess it up anyway.

-I'm not letting you go.

-I have to get that money or I lose everything.

-Michael, it's only money.

-No, it isn't.

-It's not worth it.

-I can handle Laser Byrne.

-Will you listen to me?

-Oh, here we go again.

-You saved my life in prison. What do you want? A bleeding medal.

-No.

You'll be milking that one for years.

Do you know what? Why should I care?

Do what you want. You're on your own now!

I'm getting used to that.

-Another one down, boy-o!

-Shut up, David!

-Come on, we need to get you home.

-Ah, leave us alone.

A fat lot of good you'll do Luke in this state.

It doesn't matter what state I'm in.

Claire, how could you leave him like this?

Pull yourself together, David.

What?!

-You're going for full custody.

-HE LAUGHS

-Ssh!

-For full custody?!

-Ssh!

That's a good one, Claire.

They wouldn't let me copy the file, but I scribbled some notes.

That's Luke's patient number.

Don't start. I've had enough for one day.

OK. I won't tell you.

Thanks.

I'm sorry for biting your head off.

I don't agree with what you did, but...I do get it.

You were right.

It's done now. Little Lukey's fine.

Little bump, that's all.

I'll have that cup of tea.

-Luke wasn't in hospital because of his heart.

-What?!

-What do you mean?

-He fell out of his high chair.

-What?!

-No-one was watching him.

-Give me that.

It was her fault. This is negligence.

Where is he? Where is he?!

You took the fags, so I'm due a payment, and I want it now.

Well, if it isn't One Direction, the rejects.

-I'm not scared of you.

-HE LAUGHS

-Dublin 4!

-Come on, do your worst.

-You don't want to be listening to him.

-What are you waiting for? An invitation?

-He doesn't mean that!

I want my money.

You want to say a couple of Hail Marys, do you, before you go?

18 tonnes - capacity of our average truck - times ten rigs,

plus five more we hire if there's a big job on, which is pretty often.

Dozens of runs a week, running all over the continent.

-Doing pretty well, you see?

-I can drive them!

Tell the monkey to keep quiet.

-Couple of gimps, aren't yous?

-And the real kicker...

..most of the time, they're not even full.

All that space, plus a legitimate business -

paperwork, accounts.

And I'm in charge of it all.

Me and you?

You don't have to like me to do business with me.