Stand Off Page #2

The fish market tomorrow.

They'll have a fortune.

What, rob the fish market?

Yeah.

How do you know?

I used to work there.

I mean, everybody knows fish shops

in Catholic districts

make a fortune on a Friday.

They have tons of money

in the office

with just one guard working.

Yeah, but there'll be a lot

of people working there as well.

You can't exactly rob

somewhere like that

with a knife or a hammer.

I have what you need.

JIMBO:
Like what?

The heavy gear.

Bollocks.

[Gasps]

[Muffled cry]

[Chain rattles]

MAD DOG:
You ever done

any welding, Jimbo?

[Jimbo panting]

I used to be a spot-welder

at the shipyard.

[Gas hissing]

Wonderful thing,

will cut through anything.

Where's my five grand, Jimbo?

I don't have it,

but I swear I'll get it to you.

F*** off.

You couldn't get 10 to me.

You do have something that I want.

Not want, Jimbo.

Have to have.

What? What is it?

I want that wee boy of yours.

My son?

Aye. You see,

I need a child for my Doris.

She has a woman's thing,

and I've...

What the f***

am I telling you for?

She needs a child.

You have a child.

I want that child.

So you and

that skinny girlfriend of yours,

you can barely

look after yourselves,

never mind him.

So you bring that child to me

before the weekend's out,

and I'll write off your debt.

Otherwise,

I'll bury the both of you,

and I'll take him anyway.

I'm not giving you my son.

Is that right?

He's my son.

I can't give you my son.

Aah! Mad Dog, stop!

[Gasping]

Let him down.

Bring me that child.

- JIMBO:
Please.

- MAN:
Come on.

Please, I'll get you the money.

MAN:
Ready for a sing-song?

[Cheering]

[Playing guitar]

# Well, let me see the girl

I want to go with #

# Let me see the eyes... #

- Cranberry juice for you.

- Thank you.

# That lit up for me #

# Hold me in your arms... #

- This guy's incredible.

- Yeah.

# Hold in your arms, baby #

# And let me kiss the lips

I kissed in darkness #

# It's the only kiss

I never harnessed #

# Hold me in your arms... #

There's our Sean.

- Come on, wee man. Come on.

- # Hold me in your arms #

Oh. You're home.

[Dog barking]

I smell something burning.

Some kids lit a fire outside.

I thought you were gonna work

at the bakery tonight again.

There was no work tonight.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

I can work the weekend

at the cleaning.

[Knock on door]

Hold him. Hold him.

Hold him.

Who is it?

It's me, Sox.

It's Sox.

I have to answer it.

I won't be long.

SOX:
What happened?

Jesus.

Look at your sneakers.

Never mind my f***ing sneakers.

Mad Dog wants my wee lad.

- What wee lad?

- My son Sean.

Jesus Christ,

he's not gonna kill him?

No.

He wants him for his girlfriend.

She wants a child.

What?

W- Why doesn't he

just f*** her, then?

Do you want to go and ask him?

Jesus, Jimbo. Look,

you'd be better going on the run.

I can't go on the run.

How could I go on the run?

I've no money to go on the run.

I...

You... You said

that fish shop was easy?

- F***ing right, it is.

- And you have the gear?

My grandda has it.

Your grandda?

JOE:
[laughing]

SOPHIE:
Ohh. [Shivers]

JOE:
That was great.

SOPHIE:
It's so cold.

Oh. Here.

Thank you. [Laughs]

Here. Here.

[Sighs]

There you go.

I'm an African girl, you know.

I miss the sun.

You miss Africa?

- Mm, every day.

- Yeah.

It's 11 years since

I left Ethiopia after the war.

I mean, I'm glad to have escaped

so much sadness, but I miss it.

Heh. Refugees in Belfast.

Strange world.

You, a refugee?

No.

I just, uh...

I'm just taking a break

for right now.

You want a cup of tea?

Why not?

JOE:
Yeah? Great.

SOPHIE:
[laughs]

- Well, welcome.

- Thank you.

Casa es su casa.

That's...

SOX:
Come on.

I have to get home soon.

Who are you?

Uh, Jimbo's here

from the IRA, Grandda.

He's come to get their stuff.

Oh, we're going on an operation?

Indeed we are, sir.

- I'll drive.

- Uh, no.

You're not on this operation.

Why not?

Well, I can't tell you that.

- Security.

- Oh.

Right. Just under here.

Whoa.

It's ancient.

Where did he get this?

An IRA man hid it here

during the Troubles.

Then he got shot.

No one else knows it's here.

Okay.

- Don't do that.

- Why?

It has a hair trigger.

- A what?

- It went off.

Oh, f***.

Okay. Um...

we're gonna need a car.

We'll take my grandda's.

Are we going for a drink?

SOPHIE:
You painted that?

JOE:

At first, I did some, uh, sketches,

and then I switched to watercolors.

In the end, I used acrylics.

Much more dramatic.

The woman looks very angry.

Yeah.

Could say that.

But that's a whole 'nother story.

Have another drink.

Okay, I... I don't drink.

I really never drink.

We're in Ireland.

Cheers.

[Seabirds calling]

# You are like a garden #

# Growing in the soul #

# When I'm brokenhearted #

# You can make me whole #

# You are like a river #

# You run into the deep #

HOST:
I think it's funny.

SECOND HOST:

What, Candle in the Wind?

- Why is that funny?

- Yeah, it's just...

It's called Candle in the Wind.

SECOND HOST:
I know.

Hey! How can you run

for all that time without sweating?

How can you eat two pounds

of grease without keeling over?

Where's your ma?

She's at chapel,

praying for our conversion.

WELLER:
Ha! Ha ha!

There's more chance

of the Pope getting married

than us turning Catholic, huh?

Heh heh heh.

Oh, by the way,

did you see anything

up at that gypsy camp yesterday?

I'm not your spy.

JOE:
Good morning.

Can I help you?

Where's Peter?

Uh, he is on vacation right now.

I'm... I'm his cousin.

I'm filling in for him.

I do regular business with Peter.

My name's Flynn, Douglas Flynn.

He must have mentioned me.

Mm...

no, he didn't.

But maybe I can help you.

Okay. I have a nice

little piece for you.

I'm reluctant to part with it,

but I'll give you a good price.

Contemporary fire starter,

French-made.

This is the petite model.

I'll give it to you for 200.

Why don't you check the till,

see if there's an envelope

with my name on it,

Douglas Flynn.

[Cash register dings]

JOE:
Sorry.

- Sure about that?

- Positive.

Why don't you call your cousin,

straighten this out

over the weekend.

Oh, Doug.

I don't smoke.

Want to bet?

[Sean crying]

Why'd you bring a child?

Annie's at work.

Here. Watch him.

Why? Where are you going?

I think I know someone

that can give me the money.

- Who?

- Never mind.

Just... Just watch the child.

- But...

- [crying]

Good morning, sir.

I brought you that settee.

Will I bring it right in?

- No.

- Ah, come on.

I don't...

Well, now, 30.

I'm selling you me own settee

for 30 to feed me children.

JOE:

You gotta be kidding me.

- 30 is a disgrace.

- No.

It cost 300 barely 10 weeks ago.

I don't need it.

I don't have the room or the floor.

Have some pity. Give us 30.

There's no... Hey! You!

Come here! You!

Pick it up, lads.

JOE:
Get back here!

Hey!

SOX:
Oh, f***.

Hey! Hey! Get back.

You left the child.

What are you running for?

Well, you were running, too.

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