Stand Off

[Thunder crashing]

[Lights buzzing]

[Music playing]

WOMAN:

Joe, get back here!

- You cut me, Tracey! Stop!

- You're not leaving me!

- Joe, stop!

- Help! Taxi!

- Help!

- Joe, I love you!

Joe! Joe!

No! Help me!

Joe, stop!

- Drive! She stabbed me!

- Come back!

- Go! Drive!

- Aah! My dad will kill you!

[Yells]

Ow.

# There was an old woman #

# And she lived in the woods #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# There was an old woman #

# And she lived in the woods #

# Down by the River Saile #

# She had a baby

three months old #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

- # She had a baby three months old #

- Get in. Get in there, now.

# Down by the River Saile #

# She had a penknife,

long and sharp #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# She had a penknife,

long and sharp #

# Down by the River Saile #

Hey, Da.

Morning, lads.

VENDOR:

Ripe pears, 50p a pound.

# She stuck the penknife

in the baby's eye #

# Ah, weile, weile, waile #

# She stuck the penknife

in the baby's eye #

- # Down by the River Saile... #

- Hey, Sophie.

Good morning, Joe.

How are you?

I'm all right. Nice day.

# Weile, waile #

# There were three loud knocks #

# Came knocking on the door #

# Down by the River Saile #

# And are you

the woman who... #

BUSKER:

# I got love, love #

# I got love, love, love #

# Here's a man with money #

Hey, f*** off.

But I've got a license.

So have I.

So f*** off right now.

Here you are.

Oh, lovely.

Did you feed the dog?

Got rid of that idiot, didn't I?

Who?

The busker.

Showed him this.

DORIS:

Oh, my God. It's all gold?

Used to belong

to some Arab in Iraq.

- Do you want to feel it?

- Aye.

Not the gun.

The big lad.

That just shoots blanks.

[Chuckles]

Why'd you have

to go and say that?

Sorry, M.D.

When are you gonna give over

about having babies?

I don't give a shite

what the doctors say.

There's nothing wrong with me.

What are yous looking at?

Come on. Get up.

I'm sorry.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

- SOX:
Come on.

- Relax.

HATCHET:
No more bets.

SOX:
Look, you've lost again.

Now can we go?

Annie has to get to work, Jimbo.

- JIMBO:
Yeah, yeah. Just one more bet.

- [ Buzzer sounds ]

That's the boss.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

All right, Chopper?

Uh, Jimbo, there's Mad Dog.

Come on. Let it go.

- 5, 100, black.

- No more bets.

House pays red.

Can I have another 50?

How much is he down now?

- 400.

- 400.

All right, make it an even 5.

Five's not even.

What did you say?

Place your bets.

- Red, 100.

- No more bets.

- Red wins.

- Yes.

Yes. Didn't I tell you?

[Winces]

How much do you still owe me?

HATCHET:
There's, uh, 500

he borrowed at Christmas.

Borrowed another 3,

interest on that.

at the beginning of the month.

- What?

- Comes to 4,900.

How does it come to 4...

Money's expensive these days.

Here.

That'll make it

Is that even, smartarse?

And I want all of that

Monday morning.

Now get out of here.

SOX:
Come on, Jimbo.

Move it.

HATCHET:
Place your bets.

SOX:
What are you gonna do?

JIMBO:
I don't know.

[Overlapping chatter]

[Speaker playing music]

Thank you very much, sir.

Thank you.

Come again.

[Clears throat]

Where's the boss man,

Peter, then?

Who... What?

The boss man, Peter.

Peter. Oh.

He's not here.

He's on vacation.

Vacation?

What the hell is that?

You're a Yank, aren't you?

I'm his cousin,

and, uh, he's overseas right now.

He's doing some charity work.

- Ah, God bless him.

- So I...

We have a nice, big,

comfortable couch,

lovely. You'd sink into it up

to your oxters.

We'll leave it here,

give you a good price.

Excuse me?

Do you not speak English

over there?

We've a nice, big,

comfortable couch,

lovely. You'd sink into it

up to your oxters.

We'll bring it in for you,

give you a good price.

- Oh.

- What?

Oh, you're not gonna

sell your furniture.

Sure, it's crap.

You'd get nothing for it.

Excuse me.

Um, I really don't need a couch.

I don't have the space for it,

but, um...

We'll bring it for you, anyway,

give you a look at it.

Come on, lads.

Who is he?

JIMBO:
He's somebody

I've been looking for.

Go. Go.

Hey.

[Seabirds calling]

Hey.

Wait up. Hey.

Is everything okay?

I don't know.

Do you know these guys?

No, but I have seen one here

a few times watching.

Yeah, so have I.

You think he's up to no good?

I don't know.

I'll keep a watch.

All right.

This looks fun.

Some local musicians.

They are very good.

Would you like to come along?

Uh, yes, I would like that.

[Laughs]

Tonight.

Yes.

All right, I'll see you then.

[Radio announcer talking]

Good morning, Daddy.

You want a fry?

Please.

You're gonna kill yourself.

I'm gonna have granola.

Granola? Heh.

I'd rather eat cow shite.

Sammy Weller,

mind your language.

Would you like

some granola, Mommy?

That would be lovely, Randall.

Ulstermen fought two world wars

eating Ulster fries.

F***ing granola.

What did you say?

Hmm?

Oh, I... I said I'm grand.

[Radio plays music]

Hey.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Jimbo Regan.

He's not here.

[Baby fusses]

Shh.

There, there, dear.

Is that a boy or a girl?

Boy.

What age is he?

Six months.

Are you sure

Jim's not in there?

[Toy rattles]

What?

I told you he's not.

And don't come back here.

Are you still baby-sitting

them tinker brats

up at the camp on the hill?

It's called community relations.

Yeah, well, keep your eyes

open when you're up there.

Their das are robbing shops.

We don't know how

the hell they're doing it.

Remember, you're a policeman,

not a social worker.

- I'm both.

- Bollocks.

If he ever found out about you,

I think he'd kill himself.

God will guide us, Mommy.

[Window squeaks]

[Crying]

Where were you?

I got a day's work at the bakery.

For you.

Take it.

Mwah.

I'm late. I need to go.

JIMBO:
Okay. Look.

Got your favorite.

Hello. Hello, wee one.

All right, I've got to go.

Um, okay.

Bye, love.

Sorry I was late.

- [Dog barking]

- [Hammering]

Hey, quick. Go, lads.

Hey, Mary Ellen!

The bloody peelers is here again.

Will you get rid of them quick,

before you get us all arrested?

Sure, it's only

the wee community man.

He's a lovely wee boy,

wouldn't harm a fly.

Good morning, officer.

- Good morning.

- Where are you taking them today, then?

We're taking them to the track.

Oh, they need a wee bit of money,

you know, for a wee bet.

[Laughs]

No, not the horse track, ma'am.

Track and field.

For athletics.

[Laughs]

Jesus.

And here was me thinking

you were taking them

to the races.

[Laughs]

Hurry! Come on, boys!

- Come on!

- [Yelling]

Don't make

the nice policeman wait.

Hey, Ma, give us some money.

Sure, I've no money on me.

It's all free, anyway. Go on.

Get in there.

Have a lovely day.

See ya.

RANDALL:

Let's go, lads.

Community, me arse.

They're only up here snooping.

Shut you up.

[Yelling]

Where am I going to get five grand

by the weekend?

[Siren passing]

I know where

you'll get it, easy.

Where?

Whole Lotta Sole.

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