Intermission Page #6

- I won't, I'll stop.

- I'll see you again.

- Oscar, please. I'll stop.

- I'll see you again.

Oscar, I won't, I'll stop.

My f***ing jaw.

It's like, I knew I had it,

but I didn't care because I didn't see it.

Now I see it.

Now I do. I don't understand why I didn't.

It's like I kept it as a badge of,

I don't know...

maybe of mourning or something.

I don't know.

Or courage.

I mean, you've been through the wars, love.

That's true. I've distinguished myself.

What about you, Ma?

You never thought of getting someone?

Getting married again?

I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.

Your father was...

- I don't know, I'd feel...

- You were betraying him?

No, I think he'd have wanted me to.

It's just, I still feel

close to him, you know?

To have had someone like him

in my life that special, I feel it's enough.

And who could ever give me

what he gave me, anyway?

- What do you mean?

- I don't know.

His love, for one thing.

My home.

The times we had.

We did have times, Sally.

A whole load of memories.

The children he gave me.

My beautiful children.

With or without moustaches.

I feel blessed by all of that.

By you, Sally.

So why would I want for anything more?

I'm serious, love.

I know.

I've been so lonely, Ma.

I know you have, baby. I know you have.

It's all right.

Delicious, this.

I can feel it doing me good already.

Vitamins and sh*t. Carbs or whatever.

Think they're in the beans.

- You have any brown sauce?

- Sure.

Or is it the pudding?

Anyway, what time is it?

It's 7:
30, we don't go till around 8:00.

That way a knock on the door

won't be too strange.

Don't forget, I won't be talking.

That's right.

You can nod, whatever. Or grunt.

Write sh*t down.

There we go.

- You scummy f***er.

- Want some? It's nice, man.

Go on, give us a shot.

It's delicious.

Give us some of that.

It's gorgeous.

You got the gun and all, Lehiff?

- Give us a look.

- Here? Use your head, man.

- That's not f***ing bad.

- I'm telling you, man.

I'll show youse after, all right?

That's f***ing delish, man.

Be careful, you f***.

Stick on some sounds, will you,

to get us in the mood.

What have you got?

Clannad.

F*** that, we'll do without.

Here, look at these.

I got them in the joke shop,

so as we can drive the bloke to the bank.

Anyone looks, they see real people,

but not the right people.

- Clever.

- Better f***ing believe it.

This shite, you've gotta be

Stephen f***ing Hawking.

Hawkings, which is it?

Hawking.

Where's your sis, Cathal?

- Why? She gonna be on this?

- I don't know.

What would she do to get on?

- She'd do anything you want, Jerry.

- To the camera.

To the camera, Cathal.

- Would she give me a riding?

- She might.

- The whore.

- She's not a whore.

This is Wayne, Ben.

Dealer.

He isn't doing much at the moment

on account of surveillance.

That's right. Can't even

take a sh*t in peace.

Reckon he's done

the odd drive-by as well.

That'd be telling, Jerry.

What's this? A film?

F***ing scumbag.

It's a documentary.

About what?

About scumbags.

So tell the camera

what it's like dealing death for a living.

Go on. Feeding filth to these poor addicts.

Fuckhole.

Are you looking for a shot, man?

Dislodge the champion off his podium?

Reckon I can do it, Jerry.

- You getting this, Ben?

- Reckon I can whup you!

See what I mean? Scum.

It's the only thing they understand, Ben.

Jesus.

How are you?

Who is it, Deirdre?

Okay, so these lads will go with Sam here.

And me, the really dangerous f***

of the trio, will stay with you. All right?

- Good.

- Okay, Sam?

Good. All right?

I won't.

- I will.

- All right, let's go.

What the f*** do you see

in a fogey like that, anyway?

Can't say he'd be too energetic sackwise.

You can answer me.

That chick's a bit young for you, isn't she?

What would she be, 25, 26?

And gorgeous.

Suppose it's the old wage, though, isn't it?

That would attract them all right.

I'll tell you what, though,

despite her material wants...

I'm talking about my own wife here now,

she has them.

Me and her is based on more than that.

Snuggle her at night.

Get the old belly-fluts.

Does your woman give you that? No?

Or more to the point, do you give her it?

- You own this place?

- No.

Rent?

I wouldn't mind

owning somewhere like here, now.

It's not the best by any means...

but for a man of my humble wants,

you know?

Is that a wok I see?

Very nice.

Are they worth getting?

You find you have much use for it?

I suppose.

Have my eye on a few kitchen appliances.

Woks, blenders.

Feel it's time I domesticated

myself a little bit.

Wokked my own grub

instead of always ordering in.

And what kind of oil would you use?

I hear olive's the best.

Well, that's what I use.

Right.

And what are the advantages

you find it has above, say...

chip-pan oil or...

You f***ing idiot.

Right, now get back in there

and make me some tea.

Go on.

All right. Go on, go.

You mean that, Mick?

What you said about the missus?

- About getting the fluts and all.

- Oh, yeah.

You think I didn't?

True love, man.

You feel it, you feel it.

What do you think?

Yeah.

You feel it?

With Deirdre, man.

I do.

It gets me in here.

Yeah.

That's where it gets you, all right.

Try and f*** with me?

Have to watch you like a vulture.

Don't want sugar. Get me brown sauce.

Brown sauce?

There's something wrong with that,

is there?

It's the new f***ing business, sure.

Everyone's doing it.

Not a bad old morning?

Hey, Sally.

- Should you not be in work?

- I took the day off.

Thinking of leaving altogether, actually.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, it's pissing me off, you know?

What about yourself?

- It's my birthday next week.

- Yeah? Happy birthday.

Thanks.

And my mother got me

one of those mall vouchers.

You know, you can use it in any shop.

So I'm gonna get a makeover.

- Nice massage.

- Treat yourself?

Bit of a facial. Exactly, yeah.

- Get my moustache waxed.

- What moustache?

Oscar, come on.

You've a bit of hair there,

but it's hardly a ronnie, man.

Needs a bit of bleaching's all that needs.

Do you want a coffee?

Hey, I was just on my way up to you.

What's up with your phone? Is it broke?

Or more to the point...

Slow down a second.

More to the point,

where were you last night?

- Leave me alone, Karen.

- What?

I get you.

This new man in your life, is that it?

Now that everything's peaches and cream,

it's dump your friends...

leave them hanging, is that it?

Stop a second, will you, for f***'s sake!

Is that the explanation?

After all the effort I put into you,

the time I spent, the...

- Stop, I said!

- Get your f***ing maulers off me!

Lookit, look at this.

Oh, man, it's bulging.

Prepare to be rich.

Prepare to f***ing...

Where the f*** is he going?

Sam!

What the f***?

Who's that?

I'm sorry!

Where's the bag?

What the f***? Some chick.

She's vicious, man.

She's an animal.

Look at her milling into the f***er.

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