Return of the Native Scúp

This programme contains strong language.

Y'know, you'd be surprised at how quickly these get mixed up.

People come in, lift a pack down, put a pack somewhere else.

Next thing you know, they're all over the place.

Now, I know it's your first day here, but you'll soon get the hang of it.

A lot of these open packs... VOICE FADES

You.

It IS you.

Whoa, you can't come through here.

-Some nerve, showing your face around here.

-Whoa, whoa...

No.

SHE WHISTLES IN SURPRISE

BELL DINGS

SHE SIGHS

Shit!

Diarmaid Black?

He's not here at the minute. Can I take a message?

We're here to reclaim.

Six computers, a photocopier, two cameras.

For non-payment of hire purchase.

Problem, Diarmaid?

I sent a cheque.

This one?

It bounced.

-No, no, no, no, lads. You can't take the gear.

-We have our orders.

Look, lads, lads, I know what you're doing.

You're turning the screw a wee bit. And fair play, it works.

But leave the computers. I've got some money outside in the car.

If you come with me, I'll sort this out.

-Come on.

-I'll need to speak to my boss.

-Absolutely!

Cormac!

PHONE RINGS

Janine?

Diarmaid?

Eh?

Well?

Mark Dillon, is it?

Aye. Who wants to know?

I work for the local paper. I want a word with you.

And what is this? What do you want?

I was wondering how you felt,

coming face to face with the parents of the baby you ran over.

And then you're out drinking and driving again.

Easy there, big lad.

We have photographs of you.

Piss off.

And you can get that out of my face. You have no right.

No right at all!

I think he made it pretty clear he doesn't want to talk to you.

-Yes, I understand that, but...

-He said no.

OK?

There are channels you can go through.

And I don't want my picture taken.

Now...

if you don't mind...

DOORBELL RINGS Alix...

OK.

GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

GLASS SMASHES

ALARM BLARES

Jesus!

Where's Tommy?

I don't know.

No!

HE COUGHS

Tommy!

Tommy, are you in there?

-Tommy!

-SIREN WAILS

Mr Brady? What happened?

-What the hell do you think?

-HE COUGHS

They burned us out. But I'll tell you something.

I'd be dead now if it wasn't for Mark Dillon.

He got me out. And he nearly killed himself doing it.

Put that in your paper!

Oh, hi!

DOOR BUZZER

'Hello?'

"Baby"?

PEOPLE CHATTERING

It turns out you're quite the hero, Mr Dillon.

Oh, it's "Mr" now, is it?

Not "public enemy number one"?

HE COUGHS

-"Hero"? Is that what you're going to write?

-Yes.

Well, no. But that IS what people are saying.

-Would you like to tell me what happened?

-Not really, no.

Were you burned? Any smoke inhalation?

I don't want anything in the paper.

Yes, but it's a good story, and we have to write it,

so it's probably better that we have your input.

Might help to rehabilitate you in the community.

Oh, you'd do that for me, would you(?)

You know, I might just say you were unavailable for comment.

Look, I...

Peggy's parents were friends of mine. I used to baby-sit her.

Now you're out to get me?

No.

Of course you are.

I know what I did was terrible, but...

I can't change it.

I can't change it.

A million fires won't make any difference.

I'm sorry.

Did you never think of telling them that?

I'm not brave enough for that.

No, I, erm...

No, I was stupid to think I could come back here.

It's the only place I know.

But I...

I thought somehow...it would be OK.

Even my own family won't speak to me.

If I don't write this...

somebody else will.

I'll be fair.

KNOCK AT DOOR

MUSIC: "Queen Bitch" by David Bowie

# Ah, yeah!

# Oh, yeah!

# I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below

# He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull Sister Flo

# Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all-time low. #

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