Glassland

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[man] It's been a long night.

Had a few difficult clients.

Worked a lot of hours.

[tapping]

[phone vibrating]

[sighs]

[toilet flushes]

[door opens, closes]

[phone vibrating]

[engine starts]

- [tapping on window]

- Don't open the bag. All right?

- Why? What's in it?

- It's none of your business what's in it.

All right.

[man] F***ing hell.

[groans] It's shiny.

It is f***in' shiny.

Congratulations. Well done.

You got off light. Not a mark on ya.

Yeah, well, I'm stayin'

out of it. I got hungry.

- Oh, well, thanks for the backup there, John.

- [chuckles]

[children shouting]

[knocking on door]

F***in' sh*t.

- No one home.

- Yeah.

Costliest one-night stand

I ever had. You know that?

I'd have been better off havin'

a wank into me hand in the toilet.

Ah. Sure that'd been a lot of fun.

Go on. Take me home.

F***in' depressed, man.

Have to finish me packin'.

All right, smart arse.

You're on the clock now.

- [engine starts]

- You're a prick. You know that?

Well and truly here, you're a prick.

Some prick. Go on.

What do you think? Are you

gonna tell your ma or what?

Tell Ma? She'd f***in'

flip. I know that much.

[door opens]

Hi. How are ya?

- [woman] Fine.

- And where can I take ya?

[man, faint] Yeah.

[chattering continues, faint]

[vehicle approaching]

[engine stops]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[screen door slides open]

[screen door slides closed]

[lock clicking]

[door closes]

[keys land on table]

[footsteps]

F***.

Mum?

Mum?

F***.

F***. F***!

[grunting]

[gasping]

[whispers] Mum.

[grunting continues]

All right. Okay.

- [groans]

- Okay.

[panting] F***.

[door opens]

[panting]

Okay.

[engine starts]

Mum, can you hear me?

[woman] I'll do blood pressure.

Open your eyes for me.

Okay, Jean, we're gonna

put you on your side.

- Do you know how long she's been out?

- I have no idea.

She was in the house. I don't know

how long. I found her in her bed.

Jean, I need you to wake up for me.

- I need you to respond.

- Mum?

Mum?

Come on, Mum.

Jean, it's okay. You're in the hospital.

Wake up for me, Jean.

- Jean, look at me.

- [groaning, shouting]

- [heaving, coughing]

- That's okay. Keep her on her side.

- Keep her on her side.

- [Jean continues groaning]

- It's just a bit of oxygen. Just try and relax for me!

- [sobbing]

- Okay? Please?

- Jean, it's okay. It's okay.

[groaning continues]

Please let go of her arm.

[Jean grunting, gasping]

[gasping continues, quieter]

Is she done? Can you

get her back on her back?

Come on, Ma. You're all right.

Jean, we need to put a needle in your arm.

- Does she have any allergies to anything that you're aware of?

- I don't know.

[man] From the tests

we've run today...

And these are just

preliminary calculations,

but one of them in

particular is fairly accurate.

It's a liver function test.

I guarantee in the very near future

she's going to need a liver transplant.

That's for sure. It's happening,

John. It's coming, okay?

But I have to be very honest with you.

The way she is right now,

I would have very little confidence

she would even get that far.

She's systematically killing

herself slowly every day.

Okay? Concentrate on getting

your mother back on her feet.

We can talk about

treatment again. All right?

Hiya.

[chattering on TV]

Here. Sit up. There you go.

[slurps]

[slurps]

There now, Mum. It's okay.

It's okay.

[sighs]

[Jean sniffling]

[crying softly]

[sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

[phone vibrating]

[sobbing continues]

[footsteps]

[engine starts]

[clattering]

[Jean shouting] Where are they?

Where are they?

[man shouting] What the f***

was that? I'm gonna f***ing come!

Oh, f*** off!

[man] I don't have to f***in' bear this!

- I'll break your f***in' neck for ya!

- [clattering continues]

[plucking string repeatedly]

[screams]

[gasping]

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing, John?

Where are they?

I know you f***in' took 'em.

Give them to me.

Give them to me!

Why can't you just leave me alone...

and mind your own f***ing business?

Why can't everyone just leave me alone

and mind your own f***ing business?

[shouting]

[sighs, clears throat]

[sniffles]

[groans]

So, how we gonna get new plates?

I don't know.

I'm gonna buy the new plates, Ma.

I'm gonna go out and work my

arse off for the rest of the week,

driving a taxi.

And what are you gonna do?

You're gonna drink and drink and drink,

and you're gonna pass out on that bed.

But I'm gonna go out and work

to buy those new plates...

so we can have something to eat off.

So we're not eating off the table.

You're a good boy, John.

[kisses]

[knocks]

Ma?

- [knocks]

- Ma?

Yeah?

Uh, I'm just gonna go and see Kit today.

[John] You up for it?

Not today, John.

You know what today is though, yeah?

I know what today is.

- I just thought we could, you know...

- I said not today, John.

Well, he'd really like to see you.

[knocks]

Okay.

[door opens, closes]

[all] Hip, hip! Hooray!

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

[all] Hip, hip! Hooray!

All right, blow it away. Blow it away.

Last one, last one.

- Yeah!

- [cheering, applauding]

All right. Now, give

me back my baseball cap.

Okay, boys, who's having cake?

[blows]

It's a card from Mum.

[exhales] Thanks, John.

Thank Mum.

[sniffles, sighs]

You okay?

Yes, I'm okay, John.

Do you wanna go out for a walk?

Drive.

- A drive?

- Yeah, a drive, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, you flippin' bastard.

- No, no, no.

Can't do that, man. No way.

You son of a b*tch.

[laughs]

Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn.

Keep goin', keep goin',

keep goin', keep goin'.

[laughs]

[imitating tires squealing]

[giggles]

[groans, laughs]

Tell Mum I'm sorry. Okay?

Okay.

[sighs]

Tell her I said hi.

Yeah.

Can I come home?

Not yet.

I don't like it there.

We don't like it at home without you.

[sighs]

Drive?

[whirring, clicking]

All right, now you're game.

Now, you're game. Yeah!

- [laughs] I love it when a man shoots himself in the foot.

- Careful.

[dance]

You're getting good at this, yo.

You're gettin' all right yourself.

[engines racing, tires squealing]

Get the f*** off!

- That's a new...

- Would you f***in' let go of me?

That's a new paint job

there. I-I'm on automatic.

- Prick.

- F*** off.

[beeps]

[beeps]

[beeps]

[beeps]

Sorry. It's actually saying

here that you're 10 days late.

- All right. What's it come to?

- It's a 40-cent fine a day.

What's that?

Ten days, man.

Forty cent a day. That's

four Euro, man. Come on.

Why you gettin' smart for?

No, no, I'm not. I'm just, uh...

I'm just trying to do my job, man.

- We just came in here to rent a f***in' DVD.

- Shane, come on.

- Everything okay here, lads?

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