Stand Off Page #3

Did you get it?

No. Didn't get it.

We're gonna need a baby-sitter.

- Meet me at your grandda's.

- All right.

No, I can't do it.

- I've got a date.

- Jesus, Bridie.

How do you have a date

at 10:
00 in the morning?

Never you mind.

I said I can't do it.

I'll give you 10.

- No.

- 20, Bridie.

Please. Come on.

I'll only be an hour.

- 25.

- 25?!

And you better be an hour.

Okay. All right.

Okay.

I'm warning you now.

- An hour.

- Okay.

[Grunts]

[Entry bell rings]

Oh, hi.

Hello.

Sorry for running out

so early. Uh...

That's all right.

Did I do something wrong?

No.

I had a clothes consignment

arrive early.

I didn't want to wake you.

Well, that's nice of you.

Thank you.

SOPHIE:
Um...

I had a beautiful evening.

Me, too.

We should, um...

Do you want to have

dinner tonight?

Yes.

'Cause I can cook.

Do you eat fish?

I do.

[Alarm chirps off]

How come your grandda

has a brand-new Micra?

It's a National Health car.

He gets it for free

to go to the doctor's.

I'm a designated driver.

SOX:
Oh, Jesus.

- What? What?

- It's my ma.

Ah... F***'s sake.

SOX'S MOTHER:

Hey!

Where you going?

- I was just going...

- I told you.

You go anywhere in this,

you take your grandda.

It's his car.

If the Health Services people

see you

in it on your own,

they'll take it off him.

- It's Saturday, Ma.

- Doesn't matter.

They're everywhere,

these Health Service people.

Take him with you.

The air'll do him good.

Da!

[Overlapping chatter]

Are we going to the pub?

You sure you don't want

to leave it to next week?

You think Mad Dog's

gonna wait till next week?

We have to do it now.

JOE:

Do these guys bite?

Aye. Watch your fingers.

I'll have a couple

of these guys in there, too.

- There you go, sir.

- And a pound of cod.

- That's good.

- There's your food now.

- All the best.

- Thank you.

Hey, son,

take us to the pub, huh?

I'll give you two shillings

if you'll take me.

I'm your grandson, Grandda.

I don't care who you are.

Take us to the pub.

JIMBO:
Stop here.

You sure you want to do this?

Go stand on the corner

and keep watch.

Hey.

This is a robbery.

Put your hands up.

Who the f*** are you?

JIMBO:

What are you doing here?

- Do I know you?

- Move!

Get...

Get behind the desk.

Quickly.

Okay, um,

all right.

Don't move.

Wh-Where's the money?

- What money?

- The Friday money.

That's it. It's receipts.

Everybody uses

debit cards now, son.

Nobody uses cash these days.

What?

Touch that bag,

and you are dead.

Is this it?

Are you shitting me?

I said don't touch that bag.

Okay, sit down in the corner.

Don't move.

Stay where you are.

Um...

MAN:

Hey, look! It's a robber!

JIMBO:

Just don't... don't move!

Don't move!

Oh, Jesus.

WOMAN:

Oh, my God. It's a gunman.

[Screaming]

MAN:
Get him!

Ah, f*** this.

Get out of the way!

- Grandda, what are you...

- Going to the pub.

Grandda, let me in. Please.

Oh, Jesus.

Grandda, come back!

Grandda, please come back!

Oh, please, God, no.

- SOX:
Don't leave!

- Sox!

Come back, please! Sox!

[Siren blaring]

MAN:
You bloody idiot!

- [Gasps]

- Hey, you!

I told you an hour.

Bridie. I can't take him now.

I'll give you anything,

100. Please.

No way.

We've got somewhere to be.

Bridie! Bridie!

- [Siren blares]

- Sh*t.

We were robbed.

He got the brown bag.

Yes, that brown bag.

I'm sorry, Douglas. I swear,

it wasn't my fault.

What are you looking at?

[Siren blaring]

Gunman, shooting, robbery.

Oh, just like the old days,

Sammy, me boy.

Go talk to DCI.

INSPECTOR:
Will do, boss.

[Overlapping conversations]

So where's this witness?

Here she is here.

Step this way, madam.

Ah, hello, missis.

So what can you

tell me about this boyo?

[Music playing]

# If I look you in the eyes #

[grunts]

[Siren blares]

# And swore you my love #

# Is too strong to hold #

FEMALE OFFICER:

Thanks very much. Goodbye.

# The way you make me feel #

- # I've just never #

- How you doing?

# Felt before #

# Well, I am #

# I'm sure #

# The man of some... #

Drop the gun.

- What?

- Don't move.

Ahh!

No, wait.

Stop!

- [Gunshot]

- #All you have to do... #

- [woman screams]

- Stop, or I'll shoot!

Aah! Don't shoot!

- [Screaming]

- #... out my name #

Stop! Don't move!

Shut the door.

# My heart is true #

Get in here.

So average height, old coat.

There anything else?

He was wearing a balaclava.

I know you, don't I?

Everybody knows me.

- What's your name again?

- Maisie.

Maisie Flynn,

Mad Dog's ma.

My son is no dog.

His name is Douglas,

and I'll thank you

to call him that.

What's your connection

to Whole Lotta Sole, Maisie?

Nothing.

Nothing? Then what were

you doing in the office?

- Buying fish.

- What, you don't like the retail counter?

I don't like seeing them

laying there dead.

So average height,

old coat, Thompson machine gun.

Must have been Al Capone.

Did he have a Chicago accent?

Well, now that you mention it,

he could have been a Yank.

- Oh, yeah?

- He said,

"Are you shitting me?"

Are you shitting me?

Hey, boss, there's been another shooting,

in Scotch Street.

The gunman's run into a shop.

He's cornered.

Never rains, but it pours.

Ah, regards to Mad Dog, Maisie.

Douglas.

INSPECTOR:

Rapid Reaction Force is on its way.

[Crying]

S- Sean, shush.

- Whose is this?

- He's my son.

Why did you bring him here?

[Thump]

- What is that?

- Nothing.

- Is someone else here?

- No.

Get back there.

Okay. All right.

Okay, okay.

[Crowd talking outside]

Okay. Open this.

It's just a bathroom.

JIMBO:
Open it.

See?

What's in there?

Nothing. I-It's just...

It's a broom closet.

It's full of junk.

Get out of the road. Move.

All right, all right.

All right.

# I believe it, too #

# It's you #

# Yes, you #

Okay.

[Sirens blaring]

# As down in the glen

came McAlpine's men #

# With their shovels... #

- What's in there?

- Upstairs apartment. It's locked.

Push this across.

- All right.

- Push it!

[Grunts]

Aah!

- [Gasps]

- SOPHIE:
Please don't shoot.

- Get your hands up!

- No, no, no, no.

- Get your hands up!

- Take it easy.

Get her out of there. Move.

- SOPHIE:
Okay. Okay, okay.

- You lied to me?

- I didn't know she was...

- You lied to me?

[Sirens blaring]

#... the road again

with McAlpine's fusiliers #

We'll form a barrier here.

You'll form a barrier at the back.

Okay? Quick as you can.

# I stripped to the skin

with Darky Finn #

# Way down on the... #

- [baby crying]

- All right. Okay.

- Okay. Okay.

- There, there.

There, Sean.

There. It's okay. It's okay.

#... for rain #

# McAlpine's God

is a will-filled hod #

# With your shoulde... #

[car horn honks]

OFFICER:

Behind the barrier.

No one comes through here.

Get back. Everybody, back.

This is mine, Stewart.

No, no, no.

Rapid Reaction Unit.

It's ours.

Active investigation. It's mine.

Gunman robs fish market.

Gunman runs into Scotch Street.

Gunman fires

at Policewoman Gilday.

Gunman flees into antique shop.

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