Episode 31 Red Rock

Keep the fags, sell them for what you want, but I need that money.

I was just having a laugh. Get out.

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

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

Do you want him to know that?

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

-What?

He fell out of his high chair.

What?!

No-one was watching him. This is negligence.

Dozens of runs a week running all over the Continent,

most of the time they are not even full.

Plus, a legitimate business, and I'm in charge of it all.

Me and you?

You! You the bubba, aren't you? Aren't you the bubba?

< POST DROPS Yeah.

Good boy, good boy.

Have you got a smile for your granda? Have you?

Ah, Lukey. Not the death stare.

Did your Nana teach you that, did she?

She did, didn't she? She did.

Yeah, yeah...

I don't believe it.

-Whatever it is, the cheque is in the post.

-He can't do this...!

What is it?

David's going for sole custody.

It's just a business relationship.

With a psycho? He was going to kill us, you know that?

-And I got us out of trouble, so what's your problem?

-Laser Byrne!

You're the one who got us mixed up with him in the first place.

It was a once-off. You should've just let him keep the cash.

We understand each other.

He needs me. This place.

-It's only for a couple of months.

-Says who? You? For someone so smart,

you can be bleedin' thick sometimes. He's got you.

You can't just walk away from this whenever you feel like it.

-Who says I want to?

-Michael, he kills people.

So you better get the van loaded before anyone sees you,

and get on the road, then. Yeah?

You're getting all het up about nothing.

You call that nothin'?

Look...

He's only trying to rattle you.

The law always sides with the mother.

-SARCASTICALLY:

-Yeah, we've had great success there, haven't we?

Look, nobody's getting our Lukey, especially not them.

I'd rather put him in a home first.

Thanks...?

You know what I mean. look, Katie, you're just getting all panicky.

He ends up in hospital and now this? What if they found out?

-About what?

-That it wasn't his heart!

I left him on his own, Da. I was hungover.

It was an accident, they can't take your son off you for that.

His sister's a solicitor.

-They wouldn't have sent that unless they had something.

-Katie...

Here, you mind Luke, will you?

Katie!

From the land of Confucius and crispy duck,

come fake fags full of...

human excrement.

A kid was hospitalised after smoking these.

Got a nasty dose of blood poisoning.

Reckon they're getting one over the taxman?

Sergeant O'Riordan and Garda Cleere

are doing a trawl of local pubs, tabhouses -

any companies that could be a front

for the import and export of this stuff.

But if you're out and about, ask around the corner shops...

Come on.

Sarge?

Just the posters. We're down to our last few.

Donna Burke.

Shall I put in a request for a reprint?

Not just yet.

-Pass me that box, will you?

-This one?

-No, that one.

-Right. In and out. No messing. Yeah?

-Yeah, OK.

Sergeant O'Riordan.

Not answering the blower?

Ah, yeah...

Sorry, no, yeah. It's just...

Busy, busy.

Yeah.

Is this about Damo?

Nope.

OK.

Just a friendly warning.

There's some...counterfeit fags doing the rounds.

Some nasties from China.

I was wondering whether you knew anything about it?

-Why us?

-It's not just you. We're asking everyone.

You know, whether any of your drivers have had a sniff?

Been asked to carry something for someone on the sly?

Not that I know of. But I'll ask.

Bit of extra cash, it's always...

awful tempting.

That's why we pay above and beyond the going rate.

Any chance we could have a word with your drivers?

Problem?

No, it's just we've had them all in for questioning over the robbery.

They'd have to be pretty stupid to try anything

and think they'd get away with it.

And we've stepped up security...

..as well...

Look, I can send on the list of our drivers

on foreign runs, if that helps?

And I'll ask my brother in the pub -

you know, they'd have a couple of...

dodgy fellas in there flogging stuff, the odd time.

OK, well, thanks for your help.

Thank you.

Yeah? Mrs Hennessy.

You're looking well.

What did he want?

-Counterfeit cigarettes.

-What?

-Thinks Damo might've been involved in smuggling them.

-Really?

I suppose it's a possibility.

And what about our new driver? Robbie.

I checked his mileage and he's way over.

Hold-ups. He took a detour. I checked it out, Mum. He's all right.

OK, if you're sure.

It's just, after Damien, who can you trust?

Yeah.

-I've got to go. I have a meeting.

-See ya.

Where is he?

Do you mind? You can't just burst in here.

How could you? You're all sweetness and light to my face

and then first chance you get - you stab me in the back.

It's not going to work.

He's not taking my boy...ever...

Maybe you should've come clean.

About Luke's fall?

-Why lie?

-It was an accident...

That doesn't change the fact that Luke was injured.

Have you never taken your eye off Grace - for a second?

One split-second?

I would never put Luke in danger.

How could you even think that?

I understand these things happen...

I work all day, do the night-time feeds and whatever else needs doing.

All by myself.

I keep Luke safe.

Maybe we can draw up some kind of access agreement?

-Access?

-You close the door on him, Katie, he's going to play dirty.

-You've given him no other option.

-There'll be no access.

100 euro.

It's just...my Charlie is sick.

So?

He's got a hole in his heart...

Hole, me hole!

I rang Vincent. He said I'd be all right for a week.

He may be soft, but he's not soft in the head.

But I can't. I'm waiting on money I'm owed.

-Money we're owed, you mean!

-I can't give you what I've not got.

It's nice. New, is it?

-It's a present.

-It'll do.

What are you doing? Me fella give me that!

You'll get your watch back when we get our money.

-Wait till he finds out!

-See ya.

He'll go mental on yous.

Thought I was going to handle that?

Yous want to toughen up.

-Falling for every excuse in the book!

-What're you saying?

Watch the next one, the Bruton one. Great piece of work, her.

Alice the Malice? No problem.

I can't - I've the leccy to pay first.

It's not really my problem, is it?

I said you'll get it. OK?

Don't turn away from me.

Oh, c'mon... What's a day or two?

Everyone round here knows you don't get heavy about stuff like that.

Well, there has been a change of policy.

So, you either pay up or I come around with the van,

maybe take a television or something.

-You can't.

-I can, watch me.

Cos I don't know who's spreading it around about us being soft,

but I'm not someone you want to be messing with.

You don't have to be like that.

Come on, Keith, you know me. Give me a break.

Maybe less time drinking and more time out looking for a job.

What do you think?

You know who you sound like, don't you?

"More time reading, Miss Bruton, and less time gassing."

Mr Flaherty.

BOTH: Farty Flaherty.

He was the best frigging thing about leaving school.

Well... Him and this...

Do you fancy a quick one?

A drink, I mean. A drink.

Anything you have to say, put it in writing.

OK, that was wrong, I see that now.

Oh, you think?! I said no.

While you're at work, I could have him then.

I don't want you anywhere near my son.

-We're both his parents.

-Not any more.

-Katie...!

When are you going to understand

that I am not letting Luke anywhere near you or your murdering family?

It's not my family you have to worry about.

-Luke's fall was an accident, and you know it.

-Yeah.

I'm keeping him safe.

This isn't about me and you.

This is about the wellbeing of our son and that should come first.

Look, I know exactly what your family are up to.

-The Kiely family business! It must make you so proud!

-Shut up.

Maybe Luke could start in school

-and start doling out the pocket money.

-I'm warning you...

No! I'm warning YOU.

Loan sharks are dirty, thieving scum and that's all they attract.

Are you finished?

I'm not having my son in the middle of it.

It's too dangerous.

I hated him. He was disgusting.

He was always trying to stare down my top in class.

-Only cos you was always jiggling 'em in his face!

-It was gas.

Were you jealous?

-You always tried to sneak a look, didn't you?

-Would you stop?!

Come on, I don't mean nothing.

What?

I'm going to have to add a penalty payment. You know that, right?

-Don't do that.

-I could take the telly or something.

Please. Don't.

-He'll go ballistic.

-Who?

Just...

Me bloke...

Well, me ex, actually.

But he likes to think he still lives here.

Right.

I have to take something, like. You owe us money.

You've never really liked me, did you? Ever since school.

Come on, admit it.

Did I do something to you?

You know exactly what you did.

You were always looking down your nose on me

like I was a piece of scum.

You'd never say hello or anything.

-Always thinking you were so much better.

-Yeah. Maybe I did...

..but you made something of yourself.

Fair play.

I suppose I was a bit quiet around you. In school.

You do know what that was all about though, don't you?

I fancied you.

I thought you fancied me, too.

I was kind of disappointed.

I thought you'd make the first move.

Um...

You always did have a kind face.

Um...

If you've nothing on after, maybe we could make up for lost time?

-Um.

-Sorry... You don't want to.

Oh, no, no!

I'm saying that I want to.

She was really angry.

That's to be expected.

No, Mum, you don't understand. She's devastated.

Are we doing the right thing?

-Do you want David to see his son?

-Of course I do.

And do you see another way around this?

We could try mediation counselling.

All of that takes time, and in the meantime,

David is further and further away from his son.

I still think we really need to consider...

I know what you think, Claire, but we're going ahead with it.

-What's wrong?

-I can't.

Why?

I...I just have something on my mind.

-I know something that'll take your mind off it...

-No, I'm serious.

Um...

-You were all go for it there a second ago!

-Yeah, I was.

I mean, I am. It's just...

What?

I had to take out the loan cos of me stupid ex and...

-Ah, here, don't worry about the money.

-That's easy for you to say.

No, honestly, forget about it. Yeah, yeah. I'll take care of it.

-You can't?

-I can, yeah, I'll wipe it for you. Don't worry about it.

You should go, he'll be back later on.

Your fella?

You don't know what he's like. If he sees you here...

Well, let's get outta here, then? We'll go somewhere else.

Maybe...

Well...

We have an hour or so.

-So, what did you get me?

-Fresh air.

You shouldn't even be here.

-You heard the man, the feds are on to us.

-Forget them.

-That's easy for you to say.

-You losing your nerve?

No. But if I get caught, I get busted. Not you.

And if that Garda sees me...

that little fairy story you told your Ma about me,

that's dead in the water.

You're not that special, pal.

She's not going to remember you.

Yeah, well, I'd rather not take that risk.

Fine.

Do you want to talk to Laser?

Tell him that we're not going to do the job?

I'm sure he'll be fine with that.

Keep it together.

We'll be fine.

You see, it's not just about killing people, do you know what I mean?

It's about strategy.

Yeah, yeah.

It's like where you drop your troops, what weapons you use,

that type of thing.

-Sounds rivetin'.

-Well, just don't knock it till you've tried it.

-MOBILE RINGS

-That's all I'm saying.

I'll take your word for it.

I'll just take this.

Yeah, go ahead.

Private.

Right, yeah... Right.

Um, OK. Well, I'll see you inside, then.

Howya?

Guess who cleared her debt?

Yeah...

Are you jokin' me? Pushover.

Gave him a flash, over me like a rash...

He's a gamer. Complete dope.

Might need a bit of rescuing.

Fancy a gargle?

Grand. See ya.

Alice! Over here.

Do you want a drink?

A pint, please.

You heard the lady.

Loan sharks? Can you believe it?

That lot? Oh, absolutely.

Are we sure about this? Where would they get the money for that?

Who cares? They've half the Ridge owing them.

The courts are going to have a field day.

If the Kielys are lending money, that doesn't mean anything.

It's not illegal.

Unless they intimidate or threaten, it's completely above board.

Yeah, but he's not safe, right?

God knows who's going to be calling around there.

I don't want him surrounded by criminals and junkies.

Would you want Grace living in a place like that? No.

By the time I'm finished with her,

she'll be the one begging to see Luke. Not me.

You can't make a case out of what-ifs.

You've no proof that their business

-makes that house any less safe than here.

-Oh, come on, Claire!

I'm serious, Mum.

No proof. Forget it.

So, proof is what you need? Fine.

So...

Just a sec.

GIRLS LAUGH LOUDLY

These are me mates.

Alice, you feckin' skank,

-who the hell is this?

-This is Keith.

Not disturbing you, are we?

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

Tough.

Can you get me a drink, babes?

-Uh, yeah.

-And the girls will have the same.

-Aye.

Four beers, please.

Oh, God, no. I'm just keeping him sweet cos I owe him money.

The state of him!

At least he has his clothes on now.

You don't want to know what's going on underneath!

ALL LAUGH

A blind one wouldn't shag that.

On the upside, it didn't last that long, so...

ALL CHUCKLE

Oh, Keith.

-You're a dirty little slapper, do you know that?

-Oh, please!

You loved it.

What's the matter, Keith?

You not getting any anywhere else?

ALL LAUGH

You're pathetic.

Do you know what, it was like throwing a sausage

up O'Connell Street anyway.

A cocktail sausage, you mean!

I'd have felt more being tickled by a feather from me duvet.

Know what I mean?

THEY LAUGH

You're a bitch!

Time for your nap, is it, Lukey?

LUKEY GURGLES

There we go. Up we go.

SHE SHUSHES

He's exhausted. I'm going to take him upstairs.

DOOR SLAMS

You'll frighten the baby!

What has you home anyway?

I live here, don't I?

What's gone up your bleedin' nose?

Don't mind those gobshites, Lukey.

-Oh, just shut up, will you?!

-Don't be taking your bad humour out on me!

Stop treating me like I'm a kid!

I'll stop treating you like a kid when you stop acting like one!

GLASS SMASHES

LUKEY CRIES

-What the hell? Bridge! Is he all right?

-I'd just taken him up.

I'll bleeding kill ya!

It's done.

All right. Cheers, Dec.

-The kid wasn't in the house.

-I'll talk to you soon.

At least he wasn't in there, Ma.

-I'd just taken him up.

-Don't think about it.

Well?

-Nobody saw anything.

-Yeah, as if.

Ah, look, what do you want me to do?

Bring everyone in here for interrogation?

I want you to find who did this!

Calm down, relax.

Just think.

Who would've done it?

It has to be a client.

You know something.

Anyone give you any trouble today?

No. Course not. No.

That Mary Flood one was giving it loads. Mouthing off, she was.

Throw a brick?

She can barely throw a sickie, that one.

Ah, Jesus.

This is all we need.

DOOR BELL RINGS

We handle this. Not them.

-SHARON:

-Can I come in?

-Mrs Kiely. Right, what happened here, then? You all OK?

-Fine.

What are you doing here? We didn't call you.

We got a call that somebody threw a brick through your window.

Someone's been winding you up, love.

-Yeah, it was Keith. He broke it, didn't you, love?

-Eejit.

Yeah, I was playing football there out the front.

Two left feet. He won't be giving Messi a run for his money anyway.

So, if that's all, we have things to be getting on with.

Right, well, you know where we are if you need us.

Look, someone's out to get us.

They nearly killed our Luke.

-Here.

-Where are you going?

I know who did this.

-Think you're smart, do ya?

-Not really.

At least we agree on something. Throwing a brick through our window!

-What?

-Don't you lie to me! I'll burst you!

-I swear, I didn't...

-Put someone up to it?

No... No!

I wouldn't do that...

I wouldn't dare!

Look it, you're hurting me!

Now, you listen to me, and you listen good.

You tell whoever it was they'll be dealt with. Do you understand me?

-How did it go with the Kielys?

-Oh, as welcoming as ever.

We've just got a report of someone trying to run out on a bill.

You know that fancy new place near the pier?

Come on, Johno, quick as you like.

Are you mad, are you? That's got Paudge written all over it!

He's in court all day.

Sharon, you jump on it.

I'm covering SO for lunch.

Unless you want to cover for me here?

You know how you love dealing with the beautiful members of the public.

And all the paperwork that comes with it.

GRUDGINGLY: Fine!

I'm on it.

Where is she?

Where is she?!

30 euros for a plate of stew? Are you having a laugh?

Remind me again, who's doing the robbin' here?

You locked him in? Nice one, all right.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Right, listen up.

I'm going to open the door,

but I don't want any funny business, all right?

The manager here claims you did a runner

when he tried to present you with the bill for 79 euro and 40 cents.

Is that true?

You better stand back, just in case.

These skangers are always kicking off.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

What the...?

HE STIFLES A LAUGH

Come on out.

-What the hell happened here?

-Nothing, love.

-It was just an accident.

-What sort of accident?

Just a group of young lads out the front playing football.

-Which ones?

-Does it matter?

-Yeah, I'm going to go sort them out.

What if he had been there?

He wasn't. He was perfectly safe.

Still they need to know what they've done.

Don't be causing a fuss. You're in shock.

Katie!

-Somebody threw a brick through the window.

-What?

Why?

-Some chancer...

-Or some client.

-What? No.

-Yeah.... This is because of the money lending, isn't it?

You told me you'd be good to people. You told me there'd be no risk.

-We don't have a clue who done it.

-What if he was in that?

-He wasn't!

-What if, though? This could've been serious!

-It wasn't.

-I knew this was a mistake.

-Oh, here we go, Miss I-Told-You-So.

Well, I did! Who else could it be?

Business that bad?

Am I free to go?

Would you hold your horses?

The manager says that you were halfway up the road

by the time he caught up to you. He says...

he was calling after you

and you were making out like you couldn't hear.

I didn't hear.

Then, when he did finally catch you, you berated him.

"Berated".

Well, he obviously doesn't know the meaning of the word. Do you?

Look, that's his version of events.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

What can I do to resolve this?

Just tell me what happened.

-Are they going to press charges?

-Yeah, well, that depends.

-On what?

-Well, on me.

I can vouch for you and say that this was a once-off,

completely out of character.

-Or...

-"Or"?

-WHISPERING, OUTRAGED:

-You're not going to use those on me!

Sorry. I'm only joking,

I couldn't resist. HE LAUGHS

You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Look, I can vouch for you and get them to not press charges.

-But you have to cooperate with me.

-Is that not what I'm doing?

I want to get to the bottom of this. I know you have money.

Look at the posh get-up of you. What happened?

I was robbed.

-In this fancy place?

-Yes. My bag was taken.

-Who by? Did you get a good look at them?

-What?

-Well, did you?

I suppose so.

Was he another diner?

Or someone who walked in?

He was a diner.

Where was he sitting?

At the same table...as me.

What?

You know him?

Not really.

What's going on here, Patricia?

He was a dining companion.

A friend?

More of a business meeting, actually.

That's great. So, give me the guy's full name?

And we'll go and talk to him and get your bag back.

I don't know his full name.

So, this "business meeting",

how did you set it up?

Look, I can call Claire

and she could come and pay for all the food...

Where did you meet him?

Online.

So, it was THAT kind of meeting.

More of a...

-..date, would you say?

-Mm-hm.

So, when you say online,

I presume you mean a, um...

..dating website.

Have a name?

Mutual...

Mutualbenefits.ie.

"Mutualbenefits..."

"Dot IE".

HOOVER WHIRS

Yeah, right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great! Brilliant.

Listen, thanks for that. Thanks, thanks.

-HOOVER STOPS

-What?

-That was Donal.

Said his son seed some young fella running down the street earlier.

-Did he see him throw the brick?

-No.

Said it was some tall, dark-headed fella.

He said he was legging it fast as he could.

No.

Sure, why would he?

I don't know what he's capable of any more.

Will you slow down?

What do you mean, you've been robbed? Are you OK?

-..Hey!

-I know what you did!

Don't pretend you don't know what this is.

Yeah, it's a brick. Now, what's that got to do with me?

Someone smashed our window. It was you, wasn't it?

Me?! Are you for real?

Where do you get off accusing me? I've been here all morning.

I didn't tell you what time it happened.

That's it, then! Case closed! Oh, it was all me!

-I suppose I shot JFK an' all, did I?

-Don't joke about this.

I'm not joking. You're starting to sound a bit paranoid.

Bricking windows is not my style, now, is it? Now, why would I...?

You want to get back at me for keeping you away from Luke.

This is nothing to do with your Ma's money lending?

This smashed our window, it landed in his buggy.

There's glass all over it.

And is he OK?

Now you ask! Took you long enough, didn't it?!

Katie, is he hurt? Katie!

-DOOR OPENS That's all you can...

-Mum.

-Are you all right?

-Fine. Did you pay the restaurant?

-Yeah, it's all done.

-Good! That's the end of it, then.

-Well, not quite...

-You were robbed?

-I don't want it to be a big deal.

-Well, it is a big deal.

-Where? Did you see who it was?

-Claire, please don't do this.

Have you any leads?

-We are pursuing one active line of inquiry.

-Who?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.

But what I will say is...

..we need to find "Tony".

I'll say goodbye now.

Tony who?

Don't.

Patricia Hennessy's on a dating website. Guess what her username is?

I dunno. What?

"Finer Things". THEY CHORTLE

Her bag was stolen.

Turns out it was a lunch date she found on here.

Everyone's at it these days.

-What? Dating or robbing?

-Both.

Trawling the internet looking for men, though.

It's a bit sad, isn't it?

Why?

It's just not what I expect of her.

Oh, come on, don't be so po-faced!

You think she should wait at home for her prince to show up?

But if it was you or one of your mates on a dating website,

it'd be fine, but cos it's a woman...

-Oh, come on...

-No, no, you said it. It's sad.

I say good on her for giving it a go.

"Mutual Benefits", though,

it doesn't exactly scream romance, does it?

Newsflash.

It's more than romance the ladies are after.

Patricia Hennessy has needs, too.

I think it's a great idea. I do.

Sure, how else are you going to meet someone?

Stop talking, Claire. Please, stop talking.

And don't tell the boys, whatever you do. Oh, God, don't tell them.

Why not? You might be their mother, but you're still young.

Naive. Maybe.

Why shouldn't you want to have sex?

Argh!

-SARCASTICALLY:

-Oh, perfect!

Mum's bag was stolen.

Oh, really? Are you OK?

-I'm fine.

-Where did it happen?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT What?

Mum, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

-She was on a date.

-PATRICIA SIGHS

-You were?

-Hm.

That's, um...

Yeah.

Great!

Until I was robbed.

You were robbed by your date?!

Mum, who is this scumbag?

His profile said he was a successful businessman

who liked books, jazz and antique markets.

His...profile?

Isn't that what your generation do - talk to strangers online?

If it's good enough for you, why not me?

And I've been on four dates. Before you ask.

Two were well-mannered, but dreadful bores,

-the other had ferocious BO...

-DOOR BELL RINGS

..and the fourth was a con artist.

So, don't worry, it won't be happening again.

And now, will someone answer the bloody door?!

SHE GROANS

DOOR SLAMS

-What did he say?

-He denied it.

-Course he did.

-He's going to use this against me.

-How?

-He'll make out Luke isn't safe here.

-Let him bleedin' try!

No-one'll take any notice of him.

Why wouldn't they? He's right.

Someone is out to get you.

Us! And I could lose my son because of this.

Thanks very much.

Your mother probably wasn't his first victim.

He might be a regular operator.

You know, different alias every time

and each time his profile is scrubbed

after the victim is robbed.

And they probably have the similar profile, too.

You know, women of a certain age,

widows, divorcees...

What do you call them?

"Cougars".

I need your help.

With what?

Maybe you could go through a few books of blokes we have on file,

give us a description, you know?

As I've said before, I just want to put the whole thing behind me.

Look, I'm sorry, I know this is hard,

but the next time he strikes, he...

he might do more than rob a bag.

Mum, you have to.

If not, he'll just keep getting away with it.

I'll think about it, but now there's somewhere I need to be. Excuse me.

What are you talking about? You said he was out.

My son could have been killed.

Look, next time I ask you to do something, you do it properly!

-Hey.

-Hey.

You OK?

Fine.

Good.

Did you find your bag?

-No.

-So, how...?

I'd rather not go over it all again, if you don't mind.

I'm sure your siblings will fill you in.

Right.

Well, once you're OK.

What's wrong?

-Nothing.

-David, I'm your mother.

What have you done now?

-What about your one, Mary?

-Mary Flood wouldn't have the nerve.

-Well, then, who else is there?

-I don't know.

Ah, look, can we just knock this on the head?

-Is it worth the grief, is it?

-Yes!

-We can't stop now, Da.

-Have you any ideas?

-No.

Here.

Do you know something?

No!

Spit it out, Keith.

-We're a ton short. Who didn't pay?

-Everybody paid.

Well, someone didn't pay. We're 100 euros short.

Mary Flood, paid.

Stephen O'Halloran, paid.

-Alice Bruton, paid...

-What, whoa, whoa!

Alice paid?

Come on, she's as tight as a duck's arse, that one.

There is a first time for everything, isn't there?

What, did Alice the Malice pull a fast one on you, son, huh?

Did she give you a sob story? You...

Ah, no, no...

HE LAUGHS

-The oldest trick in the book, ya sap!

-Don't laugh!

-And you, letting her pull one over on you!

-Ma!

-Keith, you're useless!

-I'll get the money.

Yeah, right! I won't hold me breath.

I said I'll get the money, all right?!

Well, so much for me thinking that Claire's lecture

-had taken the fight out of you.

-No, but now, I'm not so sure.

What if she was right? What if I've gone too far?

OK, paying someone to brick a window is drastic, I agree.

Will he talk, though?

No.

He used to collect glasses from us.

-Caught him stealing, so he owes us one.

-You said yourself...

..it's working.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

-I mean, I don't hate her...

-David...

You tried the right way. It failed.

This way, you've got Katie rattled, the Guards are sniffing around...

Maybe you're getting somewhere.

-Yeah, but is it all worth it?

-When was the last time you saw your son?

A few weeks.

And how does that feel?

It's killing me. Absolutely killing me.

You'll have nothing more to do with his life. Is that acceptable?

Absolutely not.

I'll do whatever it takes.

Good.

LOUD MUSIC BLARES

HE RINGS DOORBELL

HE KNOCKS

Oh, come on, open the door, will you?

Open the door, I said! Come on!

-Alice, open up the door!

-Who is it?

It's Keith! Now let me in, will you? Come on!

I'm sorry, I don't have me microscope on me.

ALL LAUGH

Open the door, I said! Come on! Let me in!

-Get out of here, Keith.

-The money. Now. Come on.

Whistle for it.

That brick through my window.

-Was that you? Or your fella, was it?

-I heard what happened.

-My nephew could've been hurt by that.

-Nothing to do with me.

I swear to God, if I find out it was you...

Pee-wee Herman here wants to party, girls.

Oh, shut your bleedin' mouth, will you?!

-Looks like you could do with a drink, Keith.

-I wouldn't...!

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

I swear to God! You think I won't get you?!

-HE KICKS DOOR

-You think I won't get you!

-SCREAMING:

-I'll get you!