Intermission Page #7

- I'm sorry, Noeleen.

- You okay?

Yeah. Yes, it's okay.

Retaliate, you dope.

Grab the bag, stand the f*** up and...

Coppers.

Sketch, man, skedaddle, will you? Jesus.

- Get off him. Come on.

- Calm down, madam, will you?

- I don't believe it. Who was that?

- Don't f***ing know.

That's it now.

All that risk, that work, for nothing.

I promised Cathy a shed out the back.

What the f*** will I tell her now?

You know those sheds?

Store your shovels and sh*t.

Your lawnmower.

The f***?

- That's the little f***er who stoned my bus.

- So? We've gotta get back, man.

- F*** that.

- What the f*** do you mean, 'F*** that'?

- What about Deirdre?

- You're the one that loves her, you go back.

I've my own mission here.

Mick!

Right, he's moving.

- Looking for love, it's tough.

- It is.

- How did we get on to this?

- Don't know.

And it's frightening.

- A lot of bad decisions you can make.

- Yeah, a lot of wrong turns, exactly.

Potential for heartbreak, for hurt.

But you persevere.

- You reckon?

- Yeah.

- You've got to, do you not think?

- No, I do.

I mean, what else is there?

Exactly.

What the f*** else is there?

Who is it?

What's going on?

What the f*** does this mean?

Where's you-know-who?

Are you f***ing around here?

Take this f***ing thing.

What's going on, man?

She got out of order.

Now who's this crazy old one?

F*** that, f*** her. Where is everyone?

Don't write it, tell me. Are you listening?

I'm a prick? You're a prick!

If this is f***ed up, I wanna know how.

I said talk now, man.

- Who's got the money?

- Why did you hit her?

- Because she's a c*nt!

- John.

Now tell me.

You're after blowing your cover, sure.

Shut the f*** up, or I'll smack you again.

And don't give me

any more of this mad old sh*t. Tell me!

F***. Look what you're after

making me do.

F*** this.

Are you all right?

F***, Deirdre, f***.

Jesus, I'm late.

They said they'd a cancellation for 10:00,

but if I miss that...

- You better hurry.

- It's great to see you, Oscar.

And, come here, if you wanna

leave your job, you know what I say?

Leave your f***ing job.

Go somewhere you're treated right.

Thanks for the coffee.

Do you wanna go out some night?

We have a hit, huh?

Yeah.

Respect. From one maverick to another?

Professional.

Get in!

- What?

- We're not finished yet. Come on.

- You ever been in a high-speed pursuit?

- No.

Well, buckle up and get filming.

Of all the c*nts.

This is where we separate

the men from the faggots.

Film me when I talk, man.

Come on, you f***, you.

Is that all you got?

That your best?

Bollocks.

After costing me my job.

- F***, where's he going?

- You filming me?

He's going to the country.

- You're out of your element now, pal.

- So are we, Jerry.

Shut the f*** up.

I am gonna nab you directly.

I'm right behind you, you little f***.

I won't hurt you, come here.

Step on the bumper, will you?

Put your weight on it, so I can climb back.

Please.

Sorry, sheep.

Got to put you down, man.

Out of your misery.

It was you, you f***! You stole my motor.

You shouldn't have pissed on my legs, man.

- F***'s sake, and my sounds, man!

- Sh*t sounds.

You were playing them, fuckhole!

You hear this f***ing hypocrite?

Anyway, the power of certain artistes...

is beyond the ken of c*nts like you.

You just don't have

the requisite Celtic soul, man.

Yes, I do.

That's a brave f***ing statement, huh?

Would you like the chance to back that up?

You and me.

Hand to hand.

You win...

I let you go.

Okay.

Are you getting this, Ben? Come on!

This episode will be entitled

"Personal Justice".

Come on, you f***ing scumbag, you,

come on.

Good lad.

Jerry!

...over 80 miles an hour.

The chase, which ended here

and resulted in destruction of livestock...

the vicious shoot-out

and the loss of a life.

Detective Jerry Lynch...

a 15-year veteran of the Garda Siochna,

distinguished himself...

- Was it the money?

- No.

- To hurt me?

- Deirdre.

- Him?

- Maybe a little bit, I don't know.

- You were an idiot. You know that? Always.

- I know.

Always the same sh*t,

or ever since I've known you.

Taking the long way to get what you want,

and f***ing everything up on the way.

- Anything but ask, huh?

- I might be refused.

Anything but say what you need.

You have to take that chance, John.

And you're right, you might be refused,

but on the other hand...

You know?

- Might's not definite, is it?

- No.

It's a vague enough term at best.

Tell me what you need, John.

Hey, fuckhole, look at you. Give us a look.

See you, John.

Sure, it's only a flesh wound.

So action-f***ing-central, huh?

So tell us about it.

Come on, man, tell.

Sh*t happens you can't change.

You've no choice but to deal with it,

adapt to it.

Other sh*t, though, you have the choice,

the means to improve your situation...

and change things.

That's what you do, don't you?

- You do.

- Try to make yourself happy.

This is philosophy, George.

This is life. Come on.

More.

Succor, you know? Satisfaction.

I mean, take me for example, my handicap.

Or what you might call my handicap.

Snap! Hey, snap!

What's up, man?

I'm bricking.

Relax, they haven't got you yet.

They're not gonna.

What did you say at the hospital?

Said I was mugged and dumped

in the canal. Filed a report and all.

So f*** it. Keep the cool, we'll be hunky.

What about Deirdre?

She won't say anything, you know?

No, what about her and you, man?

Have youse finished

your little intermission?

What?

I'll race you. Come in here,

think you're the king on wheels?

- I'm the king round here.

- Fine.

Me.

Are you chicken, pal?

You afraid to face the king?

- Because you're not, you know.

- Not what?

The king. You may be the prince.

Jerry!

Come in.

- Did you see me on the news?

- Yeah.

- "Detective hero".

- Yeah, I know, but come here.

The way it was told is the way it has to be.

I know.

- You saved my life. You're the hero, Ben.

- Hey.

No, I mean it.

As a token of my respect,

no, f*** that, my admiration...

I want you to have these.

- Wow, Fainne Lasta.

- You've earned them.

A warrior soul, Ben.

A kindred soul.

I better go empty my colostomy bag.

- We'll meet again, no doubt.

- Yeah. On the streets, huh?

On the streets.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Hey, Maura.

- Hello, John.

Can I talk to you?

Sure.

- If you don't shut up, I will race you.

- I hope so.

I'll show you, you f***er. Come on.

I just wanna say a couple of things to you,

all right?

Now, I'm not asking for anything,

so don't feel any pressure.

- Okay.

- Just listen.

This is a list of things that I want...

and have wanted...

for a long time.

Straight from the heart, no f***ing around.

To be with you...

to live with you, and to...

eventually, you know, marry you.

To have your child...

- For me to have yours?

- Yes. All my children.

- However many, three, four...

- Go on.

To grow old with you.

To know...

and that's the main thing...

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