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They don't look down to me.

Turn right up here.

I know where I'm going.

Da hated me doing this.

You're attracting attention.

Alright, Grandda.

Geez, you're gonna break no speed limits.

The point of driving on the

public highway, Cathal,

...is not to break speed limits.

Fancy yourself as a bit

of a driver then, do you?

I am driving.

No, I'm talking control.

They said I'd never learn anything.

Alright, you try.

I couldn't do that!

Just turn into the corner, up

with the handbrake and that's it.

But what if I do the

handbrake at the wrong time?

Unless you hit something,

it'll just spin out.

Spin out? Spin down the mountain!

- Get into the car!

- No!

Evel f***ing Knievel, I give ye!

F***!

You alright?

What the f*** was that?

That was great.

You're f***in' turning into the corner...

I thought you were a goner man!

Do it again!

Can I try that?

Coming over to the wild side?

Just curious.

Thank you.

I nearly got married once.

Yeah?

Charlotte.

She never said why she finished us.

She just left and that was that.

Is there anything in that

book of yours about her?

Maybe.

"In the middle of the journey of life

I was in a dark wood...

for I had lost the true path."

What's the rest of it?

Tell you some other time.

Mr. Mysterious.

It's like a city of fireworks

that have all exploded at once.

My Da brought all of us to a

fireworks display one time.

Great day, that.

Have you ever seen a leaf fall off a tree?

What?

Have you ever seen the

actual moment when a leaf

breaks from its branch?

No, I can't say that I have.

It's a beautiful thing.

- How many's that now?

- Seven.

No way!

- That's eight now.

- Cathal, even if it was eight...

...eight laps of this place

is only a quarter of a mile.

Like to see you try it.

At my age, this is my excercise.

- Here you go.

- Oh, thanks.

Geez, look at you.

A few laps around here and

you're like death warmed up.

I look alright.

You know, you're never gonna get out

of here unless you quit that stuff.

You're never gonna listen, are you?

F*** it! I'm kickin' it.

I am kickin' it for good!

Oh... What's Peter doing here?

It's a bit early for dinner.

Hey guys!

Alright?

Look Fred... I was just talking to them,

the reality it seems is you're never gonna

be high enough up the list to get a place

unless we can do something about it.

Now I was speaking to a friend of mine

his wife works for one

of the daily newspapers.

I don't think I like where this is going.

Look Fred, you know me I wouldn't

steer you wrong.

If we can get an article written about you

living in a car.

Fred, you'd be quids in.

What about Jules?

Just tell her now. Fred

you can't pass this up.

Alright. Alright.

I'll go and get things going.

I don't know about this.

- Have you ever been in the papers?

- Yeah, once.

I won't ask what for.

She's good.

She must be giving a lesson.

So are you gonna tell her?

What do you think?

Play it again.

Stop looking!

Is that you, Fred?

I thought it was you.

- Hello.

- We were just passing and...

...we heard the music.

Come in for coffee.

Isn't there somebody in there with you?

A pupil, but we're almost finished.

You can wait in the living room.

Come on!

He's gone. Coffee?

That would be very nice, thank you.

He's very good, isn't he?

Oh, yes, he is.

I tried the piano once.

Oh, did you enjoy it?

You know, I have one at home.

Ahm... uhm...

I never really get to play it though.

I don't think Cathal is umm...

...really, very passionate about the piano.

Really, are you, Cathal?

Is that a question, Fred?

Maybe, maybe... I'll

just put on the kettle.

Jules, let me give you a hand with that.

Oh, it doesn't work, Fred.

Hasn't for years.

It stopped sometime after

my husband, Liam died.

Whoa...

...you've been everywhere.

I used to tour with a

small chamber orchestra.

It brough us all over the world.

Fascinating.

You know, you should let Fred

have a look at that for ya.

He fixes clocks.

She could bring it around your

place Fred, couldn't she?

I couldn't impose like that.

Nonsense, Fred's not married.

You don't mind, Fred, do ya?

I'm sorry guys.

Just a moment.

- If you continue to tell her

to come around my place...

- Well, can you fix it or not?

- Of course I can fix it.

Bye, bye.

What was all that mumbo-jumbo

on the phone about?

Mind you, it was a nice accent

and she has nice legs too.

I suppose you think you're funny, do you?

- Inviting her around my place.

- I was just doing you a favour.

She'll be really impressed

of my life style won't she?

Hey! She just gave one

druggie and one homeless

person tea and biscuits

in her own house.

Don't ever underestimate yourself!

It's hard not to...

...when you're living in your car.

If you got yourself a house, she'd

never have to know, would she?

I can't even get the dole.

Highly likely to get

myself a place to live.

Look! Fred!

You need to forget about your f***ing

pride and focus on the system.

The system...

See that?

"Helping you to help yourself."

- Gentlemen.

- Hello.

You were refused because you

have no fixed abode.

I have...

...I had then and still have accommodation.

We did consider, and still don't

accept a car as a fixed abode.

- He sleeps in it.

- That may be so.

But until you get into a hostel

or get a bed somewhere, our hands are tied.

Can I ask you about the travellers?

Now I would like to point out,

the travellers live in their

caravans, not just on halting sites,

but also on the side of the road.

And yet... they are entitled to assistence.

- They're a minority group.

- And we're not?

If this office is not in a position

to send correspondence to an invidual,

then we have have to assume,

that that individual is of no fixed abode.

So that... is the reason

why travellers are categorised

by this office as not being homeless?

Yes.

Mr. Fred Daly

Mazda 626

The car park, Coast Road, Dublin.

I also have a signed receipt.

If you'd like to see it.

I assume I'll now be put into payment?

Get the f***er out of the car.

I'm bleeding trying.

You think you can take me

for a prick, do you?

Robbo, burn the car out.

- The bleeding lighter isn't working.

- Give it to me.

I swear, Frank, no.

I'm sorry, I just, I needed the hit.

They're bleeding Pepsi lighters, those.

Now who's this clown?

- Are you alright, Cathal?

- Go back to your car, Fred!

I'm getting f***ing seasick

lookin' at this guy.

- Who are these people, Cathal?

- You talk to me, not him.

Is this the drug dealer...

...that you owe money to?

Are you f***in' touched, are you?

If you wanna talk, this joker

owes me 600 euro.

So unless you've got something for me...

...why don't you piss off

back to your poxy little

car and let me get on

with my business, yeah?

I have something for you.

Oh yeah?

It's in the car.

We're not going anywhere.

Good man.

- Here you go. It's not much.

- How much?

A couple of hundred.

You see Robbo?

Someone's taking me seriously.

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