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GLASS SMASHES

Relax. I scoped it out. Nobody's there.

Jesus, it stinks in here.

Cats. They always have cats.

Right, let's check upstairs.

Go and check the other one.

Jesus! How pissed are you?

HE CRIES OUT

Hi, Mr Clun. Seamus.

'My name is Nick.'

And I'm an alcoholic.

It's been six months since my last drink.

Unless you count the chocolate liqueurs I had at Christmas.

I don't even like chocolate.

I sucked them dry.

It's a struggle.

But I'm getting there.

My name is Janine.

And I'm an alcoholic.

Ha-ha(!)

Right...

PHONE RINGS

Rob.

Hi! Long time.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Just hold on.

Sorry about that. Tell us all.

Really? Well, that's just, er, fantastic.

Well done.

It's always hard the first time.

I could feel myself really shaking. But I'm glad I did it.

Don't I recognise you from somewhere? I don't know. Do you?

Actually, I was going to say the same thing to you. What line are you in?

Advertising.

I work for the local newspaper.

Or rather, "overwork".

You? I'm a property developer.

The new shopping complex that's in Cholmcille? That's me.

In fact, I think your paper had a go at us the other week.

There's my taxi!

THEY LAUGH

Hello?

Hello...?

Hi. Can I help?

Hi. We're from the...

Irene Dunne.

So...?

Oh! Right.

Irene!

'I know, I miss you too, darling.'

No, Daddy's not going to be home for a couple of weeks.

But seeing as you've been so good for Mummy,

I'll bring you a wee present.

No. No, not a present that... "Wee", it means "small" over here.

Daddy's got to get back to work. Will you put Mummy back on?

All right.

Rebecca, I've got to go. Look, I'll keep you posted, OK?

Yeah. Bye.

'Mary Malloy?'

Smoked like a train.

Didn't take kindly to being told

that she couldn't light up whenever she felt like it.

When's the funeral? I don't know.

Did she ever have any visitors?

Any relatives, friends, anything of that sort?

Not that I know of.

Sad, isn't it? Aye.

Navar.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm.

Let me get those for you. Thank you!

I shouldn't really let you. Health and safety, and all that.

I never worry about that.

Are you clearing out Mary's? Yep.

Two floors of crap.

You're not relatives, are you? Oh, no.

No, relax, we're from the local paper. I'm doing a piece on Mary.

There aren't any pictures sitting around, are there,

that we could use with the article?

Maybe prompt relatives to come forward?

I don't see why not.

As you can see, most of it's destined for the dump anyway.

Deal breaker.

Alix?

Right...

ENGINE STARTS

To the future.

And to good business.

It's lovely talking to you.

My wife, I love her to bits.

But if you haven't been an addict yourself,

it's hard to understand what someone's going through.

You've been there.

So you understand.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Rob.

'Hello?' Janine? Diarmaid.

BUZZING

Yeah.

THEY LAUGH

Rob? Yeah?

Bloody hell.

Bloody hell!

Sean?

Irene.

Right...

Irene!

Yes, boss?

MUSIC: "London Calling" by the Clash

# London calling to the faraway towns

# Now war is declared and battle come down

# London calling to the underworld

# Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls

# London calling, now don't look to us

# Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust

# London calling, see, we ain't got no swing

# Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

# The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in... #