Brassic (2019) s06e01 Episode Script

1
The following programme contains very
strong language and adult humour.
- What do you wanna talk about?
- (INHALES) Betrayal.
ERIN: (ON VIDEO)
Manolito wants our weed.
He wants to get rid of
the MacDonaghs, divide and conquer.
Listen, Manolito knows.
- He knows that you know about him.
- Be careful.
Fuck it.
Vin. Vin. Vin. Vin. Vin!
(SIRENS WAIL)
MANOLITO: A situation has arisen
with Vincent O'Neill.
MCCANN: Do whatever you need to do.
(DOOR SLAMS)
BARRETT STRONG:
Money (That's What I Want) ♪
(SIGHS)
The best things in life are free
But you can give them
to the birds and bees
I need money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I wa-a-nt
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
- Let's have a look.
- (LAUGHING) It's erotic.
I need money
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I wa-a-nt
That's what I want
That's what I want
That's what I want ♪
(SIGHS)
(WHISTLING TO "Money")
(ZIP FASTENS)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
PASLOWSKI: Now then
(HUSHED) What the fuck?
Clingfilm?
(BONES CRACK)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS ON LAPTOP)
INSTRUCTOR: "Ooh, let me see you
stretch those legs apart.
- "And bend over."
- Oh, no.
- "Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah."
- Oh, no, please, no.
Dirty motherfucker.
Go on, stretch it, love. Go on.
- "I'm bad news."
- Oh, God.
CARDI: I thought the plan
were to plant these at Manolito's.
It was, but then we had a really
serious upside-downy crash.
So, we need a minute now, love.
Listen, these minges paintings
need putting on fucking ice, you know.
Hang on, hang on, hang on,
- Whitney Houston, we have a problem.
- What's the problem?
The problem is thus, Ashley.
That fucking massive canvas is not
- gonna fit down a tiny little hole, is it?
- Course it will.
You just need to angle it in.
Erin, Erin,
it doesn't matter about angling,
- it's fucking physics i'nt it, love?
- Shut up! It's fucking open?
Why is it open? Who left that up?
Stretch and pull.
(INSTRUCTOR MOANING)
"Stretch, stretch it, pull, pull!"
(MOANS)
Doors wide open
and all the fucking lights on.
- (SHUSHES) Someone's there.
- What?
- Someone's in there.
- It's probably just Jim.
No, look, we've just done big robbery
though, haven't we? Carol's right.
Could be a fucking bad man.
Or a woman. Or a trans woman.
Do you Are we having this now?
- "Yeah, baby!" (MOANS ON LAPTOP)
- Go on. Stretch it, pull it.
Hang about a minute, if I'm not
mistaken, that there is the sound
of a faked female orgasm from circa,
I'm gonna say, 1983.
Why would a 1980s woman be faking
a creamer in the weed bunker?
- Creamer?
- Yeah.
(MOANING CONTINUES ON LAPTOP)
(MOANS)
- ALL: Ugh, oh, my God.
- Sorry.
- Fucking hell.
- I can't stop it.
Don't finish it!
(MOANS)
- Fucking hell, mate.
- Ohhh
Well I can't un-see that now, can I?
- Hey, don't try and wank-shame me.
- You should be terribly ashamed.
Be ashamed,
you've brought fucking Vaseline.
It's perfectly natural.
Having a wank
doesn't make me a bad person.
It fucking does when you're doing it
in someone's workplace.
You've got your lube there
and cling filmed up
- your own fucking laptop for it.
- So bad.
- I'm sorry
- I'm sorry. I'm gonna get a mop
because I can't have your jizzy
smears in my general vicinity.
- Just wiping his hands.
- It's not nice.
What are you even fucking doing 'ere?
- Oh, my sister's visiting.
- Yeah, but it doesn't fucking mean
you can just come down 'ere
and blow fucking loads
all over the shagging place, does it?
Why have you brought
special wank shoes?
(GUN COCKS)
They're not mine. Mine are at home.
(THEY SHRIEK)
You motherfuckers underestimated me.
You decided to cross me
well now, you're gonna pay.
- Oh
- Er
(GUNSHOT)
(GENTLE ROCK MUSIC)
The duckies
- Hiya, love.
- Hiya.
You alright?
(CRIES)
What's up with you now?
(CRIES)
Poo scenario.
(SNIFFS) Have you had a poo?
(COOS)You have had a p
It's not a problem. It's not a problem.
Little Did you?
Ooh, fuck, whaaa(COOS)
Argh, no, wow.
(COOS)
Contain.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS ON SPEAKERS)
Oh, Christ.
- Oh, hey up. It's been a while, hasn't it!
- Hey.
- You alright?
- Yeah, I'm alright. Yeah.
What's happening?
- Had my face pissed on a little bit.
- Didn't know you had a baba.
He's not mine. You remember Sugar,
who cleaned your house?
Pregnant one?
Yeah, that's the badger.
I'm just looking after it, aren't I?
Cos she's busy, and JJ, dad, he's
He's away so
Mad, I was thinking about
you just yesterday.
How come?
Yeah, I'm doing a rat job
up at Bletchley Dale and erm
There's this old fella, Maurice Finch.
I've known him for years,
but for some reason, yesterday,
he just starts telling me
he used to be a career criminal.
Oh, aye, yeah.
Some of the mad
stories he was coming out with,
and I thought you would get
a proper buzz outta meeting him.
- Fuck yeah, let's do it.
- I'm bobbing up there after.
- When are you dropping the nipper back?
- Couple of hours.
I can't fucking wait.
- I bet.
- Uh-uh.
So, this is where
retired criminals go, is it?
Bletchley Dale Estate, with
your fucking red
1970s Capri out front. Christ.
There we are.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(BELL RINGS)
Dong ding.
- Now then.
- Hey up, Maurice.
Vinnie, I were telling you about.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not, listen
And there were a fucking bloke,
with a tiny moustache
and a bell end for a bell end.
- Lowry minge paintings?
- Fucking eh. Yeah man.
So, go on, tell me your game then?
- Booze and fags was our bread and butter.
- Mm.
Back in the '80s, when everyone smoked,
we were smuggling in millions.
But I'll tell you this, Vinnie.
Nothing will ever achieve
what my grandad achieved.
He was a great thief.
Well, go on then.
Yeah.
You can't leave us fucking hanging.
You gotta tell us about your grandad.
You look like a man
who can keep a secret.
- Fucking right.
- But you must tell no one.
Uh-uh.
Swear on the rat catcher's life.
- Don't swear on my life.
- 110%, swear on his life.
- Wow.
- No one loves you anyway.
Fucking hell's bells.
- Who's are all these then?
- I've no idea.
I got 'em from knocking off
a trophy shop.(LAUGHS)
They're all a cover for this bad boy.
- (RUMMAGING)
- Where's he going?
Oh But I mean I'm What is it?
One of the greatest achievements
in the art of thievery,
the original FA Cup.
- You're fucking joking.
- No fucking way.
Stolen on September the 12th, 1895.
By my grandfather, Tobias Finch,
and three other men.
Rumours of its whereabouts
have circulated ever since.
Can I have a? Can I have hold of it?
- As long as you don't drop it.
- No.
Just be careful.
(TROPHY THUDS)
Woah.
Fucking hell, Maurice.
Dude, that is Oh, my God.
(WHISPERS) That's insane.
Has that been in your family
and hidden, this whole time?
- How did they get hold of it?
- Well, gentlemen
therein lies a tale.
- Hm.
- But remember your promise
you can't tell a living soul.
- I swear on his life.
- Don't swear on it.
The actual FA cup.
I have been trusted
with that information.
So, I'd like to see
the zip gesture, please. Come on.
How the fuck
did they steal a fucking cup?
Oh, it's sick, dude,
listen to this shit. So
It was just past midnight,
and rumbles of thunder
disturbed the skies over Birmingham.
Four masked men stood in
the darkness, on a flat roof.
Above a boot and shoe shop
in New Town Row.
Before smashing a hole in the ceiling.
Two men, one of them my grandfather,
lowered themselves
into the deserted shop.
And there, mounted on a stand,
was the original
Football Association Challenge Cup.
Now, the question you might ask is
What's the original FA Cup
doing in a shop in Birmingham?
Five months earlier, Aston Villa
played their arch rivals, West Brom,
in the 24th FA Cup final.
Aston Villa kicked off.
In the very first minute, they won
a free kick.(WHISTLE BLOWS)
The ball was hit long,
eventually gaining its way
to Villa's Captain Chatt,
who slammed his volley
into the top corner.(CROWD CHEERS)
Villa held onto their lead,
lifting the 1895 FA Cup.
They took the cup back to Birmingham
where it was stored
in Villa's Perry Barr ground,
until a 73-year-old businessman,
William Tillcock
Or was it Shillcock?
William Thrillcock, more like.
(LAUGHS)
He asked for permission to display
the trophy in his shop for a week.
And when Shillcock
opened up in the morning,
he was horrified to discover
that the cup was missing.
The cup.
Detectives Mark Brown and Ian Slater
arrived to investigate.
- Ian Slater as in Ian Slater bums dogs?
- (LAUGHS)
Mr Shillcock?
They inspected the crime scene
and concluded that
They must have scaled that
12-foot wall.
And he made the assumption that
The evidence suggests it's youths,
probably high jinks.
We'll have that cup
back before sundown.
His optimism was misplaced.
Back then, the cup was only worth £20,
but now, after all this time
..it's priceless.
- Wow.
- Wow.
Wow.
- Are we gonna nick it?
- No, we're not gonna steal it.
I'm trying to tell you a special tale.
- I'm not selling you a fucking job.
- It is a good story, Vin.
I have to go.
Got a date with sandwich man.
I'm meeting his parents
for the first time. Wish me luck.
We have to go as well
cos I have a pasta bake in the oven,
and we have to watch the last
three episodes of Minder.
What's Minder?
TV show.
We've been binging it, 114 episodes.
I too must attend to my,
er, pressing concerns.
- Why are YOU going?
- Need I remind you, Vincent, that
I am the proprietor of Hawley's
premier entertainment venue.
I thought it was half empty
since the other place
- opened down the street.
- Hey. Hey.
Don't mention that fucking
shitheap round me, alright?
You have a very attractive
angry face, do you know that?
Thank you.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
(BELT CLINKS)
(URINATING)
Oh, fucking hell!
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS ON SPEAKERS)
(WHISPERS) Jesus. Fucking fuck.
- Who you hiding from?
- Who do you fucking think I'm hiding from?
Stupid old twat. Look, across,
fucking Davey MacDonagh
and Donna MacDonagh.
Like a little fucking dachshund
down there, sniffing round my arse.
- German dogs, dachshunds.
- I know what they are!
- Rommel had one.
- Oh
- Aggressive, they are.
- Right.
- And needy.
- Right.
- Prone to obesity.
- Stop telling me.
And chlamydia.
I don't give a fuck about fat
slaggy dogs with fucking VD, do I?
Get me the fuck out of here, dude.
- What's in it for me?
- What do you mean "what's in it for you"?
- What do you fucking want?
- Four cans of stout
and a packet
of Chilli Heatwave Doritos.
- Done. That's a good deal.
- Right, on my mark, wait
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
OK, now!
(BIRDSONG)
(SNORING)
- Vin?!
- I'm coming I'm Ugh.
- Fucking open the door now!
- I'm coming.
- Fucking outrageous. What's going on?
- I'm gonna ask you once,
alright, and I want a fucking
straight answer.
Mm.
- Did you nick the FA cup?
- What?
Don't fuck about with me, Vin.
He's been fucking robbed,
and he only fucking told me and you.
When? When were?
When were this, then?
Last night.
- Oof.
- He was with me all night.
- He got too pissed to walk home.
- Oh, yeah?
- Same bed, was it?
- Mm.
If I was gonna get gay,
do you think I'd choose him?
I'd choose someone broad,
someone masculine,
who works with their hands.
And I've thought about this,
- I would not swallow.
- Dude
I tasted me own once, by accident,
and it was like fucking
wallpaper paste, with lumps in it.
Fuck Stop! Go and make a fucking
cup of tea or something,
you wretched old bastard.
I mean, right, listen.
The whole house has that been robbed,
- or is it just the fucking cup?
- They knew to go to the garage.
They knew where the cup was.
Maurice, he is beside himself,
man he is fucking devastated.
I didn't tell a soul,
so who the fuck did you blab to?
I did tell souls.
You fucking swore on my life, man.
I fingers-crossed job, though,
- when I said it.
- Fingers crossed?
- Don't get upset.
- If I fucking drop down dead now
Listen, it's just superstition that.
Really it is.
Honest to God, Cardi, Carol and them.
They're not gonna rob
the fucking FA Cup, are they?
Well, someone has,
and Maurice thinks it's us.
All that fuss over a tin can.
I fuckin' told him an' all.
I'll tell you summat right now.
It's gone and got robbed.
Yeah? Since I told all you,
they think it's me, don't they?
It doesn't fucking sit well.
Listen, I'm going through every
fucking one of ya. (ALL AGREE)
Cardi who have you told?
- Why are you starting with me?
- You're on the end, love.
I have to start somewhere,
you know what I mean?
I went home,
and I watched Minder, with my wife,
Carol, who is my alibi.
He did indeed because the theme tune
won't stop playing round in my head
- like an "eargasm".
- Thomas, who have you told?
Who the mucky fuck would I
be talking to about football?
- I only know perverts, don't I?
- That's true. Ashley
- who have you told?
- Not a soul.
I was on a date, sure.
What would I be doing
telling anyone about
an 1895 FA Cup from the
- Lying high voice.
- He's going very high voiced.
- Very high voiced indeed.
- Right, OK, fine Look
- I panicked, alright
- Get talking. Come on.
It was the dinner
with sandwich man and his parents.
They didn't like me from the beginning.
We always wanted grandchildren,
didn't we, Stan?
So, there I was,
trying to over compensate.
Did you know the original 1895 FA
Cup was stolen and not found again?
- Fucking fuck.
- Did it work, at least?
Yes, Tommo, it did work.
His father gave me a brandy.
Fuck your brandy! Where does?
Is his fucking dad the kind of dad
that gets dressed up in dark clothes
and maybe break into someone
else's fucking house
and rob an ancient trophy of some kind?
It's not him, I tell yer.
I didn't even tell him the name
of the house.
You mean to tell me
that you didn't mention
a house on Bletchley Dale Estate.
No, I didn't say a word
about the house, to the daddy,
- but I did tell sandwich man, himself.
- AH!
(GROANS)
Oh, Ashley!
- Don't start with the "Ashley"!
- Fucking fucker!
He would never steal an FA Cup
or not'in.
And I suppose, just putting this out there,
I suppose, right, you are in fact his alibi,
are you not, because, you know,
you spent the evening
I'm surmising,
making the beast with two backs?
- Well, not exactly, no.
- What do you mean, "not exactly"?
There was an argument
at the end of the night.
("Delilah" by Tom Jones
PLAYS ON SPEAKER)
- Hi, gorgeous.
- Hi. How's it going?
- Great.
- Well done with the football chat.
Thanks.
- What are you doing?
- Two minutes, they'll never know.
We can't (MOANS)
- Two minutes?
- Yeah.
You had sex in his parents' house?
I did, in his parents' bed, as well.
Dog was sitting there watching.
Fair play to you. Fair play to you.
(BED SPRINGS SQUEAK)
Oh, up the midfield.
(DOG WHINES)
Up the midfield.
And what about the argument?
That was in the taxi on the way home.
First of all we were sitting
there cuddling and then
You brought the condom out, right,
you didn't just leave it there?
- No. You said you were doing that.
- The fuck?
(SCREAMS)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
I didn't even wanna fuck
in your parents' bedroom.
Do you know what's happened here?
You've pissed him off.
And maybe he's fucking stolen it
out of fucking revenge
or summat like that.
Sandwich man
would not steal the FA Cup.
He's our only suspect. In't he?
Aww, have you recovered darling?
(LAUGHS) He was smashed off his head
in here last night.
What?
- Up on stage, singing karaoke.
- Karaoke?
Hm, yeah. Did that duet
with your brother.
- My brother?
- Which brother? Niall or Mick?
Cockles and
Mussels
Alive, alive, oh ♪
- Er, the thick one.
- ALL: Mick!
It's Mick.
Yeah, motherfucker.
Start fucking talking right now.
I don't know nothin' about it.
I swear on my Uncle Teagan's life.
- Uncle Teagan's dead.
- Is he?
Yeah, they buried him, anyway.
- Christ.
- Well Well, all the same,
I don't know anything
about any theft of any FA cup.
- Oh, right. So he told you the story?
- Oh, yeah. It's a good story.
That old guy there,
on the Bletchley Dale Estate.
Keeping that Cup all those years.
But I was too nervous last night
to really care.
I was only in the pub for Talent Night.
The fuck is your talent?
- Stand-up comedy.
- Gor Fuck me.
So what if I don't know what
"Armageddon" means
It's not the end of the world.
(MIC FEEDBACK)
WOMAN: Fuck off!
You did this last night
at the Crow's Nest?
Yeah.
- Before the karaoke.
- Who have you spoke to
after fucking blabbermouth
here were done with yer?
Yeah.
No one, I swear. I came back here,
and went I went to bed.
Oh no, no. I stopped off at the chippy.
Oh, fuck, you didn't tell Val and Ian?
No, no, I don't speak with Val
and Ian, unless to say my order.
- And why not?
- She has a man voice,
and he's a fucking lady voice.
Freaks me out.
- (DEEP) There you go, darling.
- (SHRILL) 4.50, please, mate.
It is strange. Alright, just listen.
You've been to the chippy,
you've had your chips.
Right?
Who have you spoken to after that?
- No one.
- Thank God for that.
- Or did I tell Niall?
- Fuck!
(PHONE RINGS)
Carol, what's up?
- Niall, how's it going?
- Is it my mother?
Oh, no, no, no, no emergency, no.
Just, er Just thought
I'd give my little brother a call,
- see how you were doing.
- Bullshit, Carol. Who's dead?
No. No. I just haven't seen you
in a while is all.
Thought we'd meet for an old pint
and a catch up.
(WHISPERS) Ask him where he is?
Where are ya?
- NIALL: I am busy, working.
- Working?
Yes, working. I haven't got time
to be standing here talking to you.
ANNOUNCER: The ferry to Dublin
is now boarding from bay six.
Listen, I have to go. I have to go.
OK. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.
- Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.
- Alright.
- Dublin.
- Fuck.
- Dublin.
- What the fuck's he gone to Dublin for?
He goes regular,
for his poker tournaments
- and to off-load counterfeit dollars.
- Counterfeit dollars?
- Yeah.
- The Irish spend them in New York.
So, does he know a lot of dodgy folk
in Dublin?
The cunt knows everybody.
He's a right sly bastard.
That's exactly the shit he'd do.
How often do the bloody ferries
run then?
Twice a day, from Holyhead.
- W-When's the last one?
- 3:00pm.
- How do you know that?
- I like ferries.
And I know exactly where he'll go:
- Auntie Aoife's.
- Yeah.
Because he's so fucking tight,
he would not pay
for a hotel or a guest house.
He's as tight as a goat's hole
going up the side of a cliff.
He'll be at Auntie Aoife's
and Uncle Eldon's,
the nice little guest house
on O'Grainy Lane. Come on.
LE TIGRE: Deceptacon ♪
Every day and night
Every day and ni-i-ght
I can see your disco, disco
Dick is sucking my heart
of out my mind
One, two, three, four
You got what you been
asking for
WOMAN: ..touch 'em, just left them.
No, they didn't stink.
They were all kind of
stained.
- Patchy.
- Excuse
No, they weren't mine,
they were my stepdad's
Excuse me, very important,
important, can you?
I gotta go.
(PHONE CLICKS)
Yeah. We want tickets for the Dublin
ferry, for all of us and one car.
- Well, all the car ferries are gone.
- Eh?
- There's only a foot-passenger ferry.
- But it doesn't say on't website.
Write in.
- I will.
- Do.
- I fucking will.
- You should.
- Fine.
- Fine.
Jesus Fuck. Can someone
just pay patchy pants here?(SIGHS)
Is alright, alright,
alright, alright, alright ♪
Fuck you, other ferry.
(LAUGHS)
OK, so I'm gonna start.
It's fucking hopeless this, it's shite.
I found out I'm afraid of elevators,
so I'm taking steps to avoid it.
(LAUGHS)What's the problem
with eating a clock?
- Eh?
- Too time consuming.
(LAUGHS)You'll have to stop.
It's fucking shite.
Found out my friend
couldn't pay her water bill,
so I sent them a get-WELL-soon card.
- Oh, my God.(LAUGHS)
- Stop fucking encouraging him.
No one's enjoying it, love.
Come on, Michael.
Come and have a minute with us.
Be a good lad now.
Hey, how's your mate, Erin?
- She's fine, yeah. All good.
- Where is she?
Well now, therein lies a story.
Well, go on, then. We've got a
- sea crossing to fill, eh?
- Carol?
What love? UGH!
Jesus Christ. My good fucking coat!
- Sorry.
- Jesus Christ, like.
THE POGUES: Dirty Old Town ♪
Dreamed a dream
By the old canal
I kissed my girl
By the factory wall
Dirty old town ♪
Here's your new house now, lads.
Look at this gaff.
- LADS: Ooh!
- Great spot.
Aww fucking stiff as a board in there.
Christ.
Thanks, man.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
They're lovely people now,
are my auntie and uncle,
but there's a few things
you'll have to ignore, OK?
When she's talking,
an awful bit of spittle comes out.
- Hm.
- Now and again.
But he has
a very, very big facial wart,
OK, that the eyes
are tend to be drawn to.
But please do not talk into it, OK,
cos he's very, very sensitive about it.
He's also in the closet still,
very much. Like, we all know,
we're supposed to pretend
we don't know. We know.
- They sound lovely.
- You think he's a giver or a taker?
- He's a taker. No, he takes it.
- Kids.
Carol, Ashley, Michael.
Come in here now
and give your auntie a big hug. Oh!
(GIGGLES)
MIKE: Hi, Auntie. Hi, Auntie.
(LAUGHS)
And who are these reprobates?
Oh-ho, here he is now,
Uncle Eldon, are you well?
How you getting on?
That's, Vinnie and Tommo
and Cardi and this is, er,
Curtis Plum, Uncle Eldon.
Well, eh,
thanks for having us all the same.
- Oh, bring it in for a hug. (LAUGHS)
- Alright, argh.
- Oh!
- Argh!
- Argh.
- (KISSES)
(FORCED LAUGH) No more of you.
Quite the day we're after having.
To what do we owe the honour?
We're on our jolly,
back in the Emerald Isle,
showing the lads the sights.
(STAMMERS)
You haven't seen our Niall kicking
about, have ya?
Now, he, er
dropped his stuff off in room three,
said he had business to attend to.
- Sound.
- Room three.
Three it is.
Can we have a look around, maybe?
There you are. There There you are,
- a bit of Schweppes.
- BOTH: Oh
- Well, that's a no, then.
- Fuck.
(GROANS)
I remember Aston Villa's glory days,
not the 1895 ones,
the 1980's European Cup.
Their goalkeeper,
Jimmy Rimmer, got a neck injury
and was stretchered off,
replaced by a youngster,
Nigel Spink.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- Ha.
With his tight little blue shorts,
bum cheeks visible.
That's a very visceral image.
D-Did Niall say w-where
he were going when he went out?
No, you know Niall,
always blustering around. (SPITS)
He used my laptop, though,
asked if he could go on it
as he had no data.
Oh, oh. Oh, right, OK.
And er, Aoife, love,
might we by any chance peruse
the afore mentioned laptop?
Yep, for sure, laptop there.
(GROANS)
Right.
- Now
- Come on, lads.
Here you are.
Right.
(CLEARS THROAT) Ah.
The games awaits. OK. Password?
- Tonsillitis. (SPITS)
- Ah!
Fucking hell, love.
Like, "tonsillitis" as a password,
why have you got it as a password?
I can't even spell it.
Exactly so you'll never guess it.
(SPITTING)
Two Ts, three Is, two S's.
I sort of, sort of asked
for that didn't I, really?
Yeah, alright. Er
(TYPING)
Right, here we go.
We have one search for
"how to back", bake,
"a light-as-a-fairy cake."
- Oh, that was me.
- That's you, yeah, alright,
OK, and then we've got
"Japanese boy wrestling."
That was me.
Theme emerging, I see.
Ah, and then a search for
"tanning salon and nail bar.
Glow Job."
Glow Job, is that that place
up Tremaine Street, Aoife?
You know, I think it is.
Now you mention it,
straight after he used the laptop,
he used the landline.
Does your home phone happen to have
a redial function on it?
- I've never really noticed it.
- How does she reach?
MAN: "This is Glow Job,
where the sun is always shining.
"No one here at the moment.
Leave a message,
and we'll get back to you."
Oi, oi. Grab-c-Nesbit.
I recognise that voice.
It's Mardie Fisher.
- Who's Mardie Fisher?
- He used to be a contortionist.
- Extortionist.
- Right, whatever.
He got into all kinds of bother.
He It cost him his hair,
all the worry.
He used to have lovely long locks,
so he did.
Right. So we've got an ex extortionist,
bald as a coot
but with a criminal past,
runs a tanning salon-
- And nail bar.
- And a nail bar, up this Tremaine Street.
Mm.This could be a front for
illegal wheeling and dealing.
- Where's Tremaine Street, then?
- A couple of miles as the crow flies.
- No, we can't go by crow.
- Be a bit further then.
- You can use my car if you like.
- Your car?
- There's seven of 'em.
- Well, they can squeeze together.
Like we did in the Army.
- (LAUGHS)
- No.
My grandfather had a heart of a lion
- but a lifetime ban at the local zoo.
- Dude.
Shut the fuck up, Michael.
Your jokes are terrible.
Come here, lad.
Fucking hair-do on him.
We're closed. Can you not read?
I struggle, dyslexic.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS IN SALON)
What about your friends?
Can they not read?
They're all dyslexic as well.
Look, listen,
has Niall Dennings been in here,
by any fucking chance?
Never heard of him.
Now give over.
Cos we know he's been in there.
We don't want any trouble.
Let us in. We'll have a bit of a chat.
- We're closed.
- Let me have a fucking word with him.
Mr Fisher, I'm Niall's sister,
Carol, alright?
Now, he's after
being an awful fucking eejit,
and he's also taken something
that doesn't belong to him,
so you're gonna have
to open that door now
or we are gonna start
kicking it with our feet.
- Get at it.
- Fucks sake.
(DOOR THUDDING)
Alright, take it easy.
- Keep your bollocks on.
- What a gentleman.
SAULT: Don't Waste My Time ♪
Remember when you said ♪
OK, let me think. Let me think.
It's coming back to me,
coming back to me.
Niall Niall Oh, yeah, Niall.
- He WAS here
- Alright.
- ..but he just wanted a man facial and
- Hm.
And I don't know anything
about any stolen items so
Mm.
What's in that back room?
My stock and my tanning room.
- We're a tanning salon.
- And nail bar.
- And nail bar. Correct.
- Listen to me.
I don't want you thinking
we're thinking you're untrustworthy.
I feel like I really need to check
in the back room.
No one goes in my back room.
Unless I invite them in my back room.
- Oh
- Alright.
Well just invite us in, then.
I won't. There's nothing back there,
I've nothing to feel guilty about.
So, you won't mind if we have
a little peek then?
How about no peek?
I'm sorry I'm just gonna step in here.
Mardie, love,
can you see how your resistance
is making us a little bit more
suspicious, about yer?(SCOFFS)
Yous waltz in here,
I don't know yous from Adam,
and you demand to see in my back room.
Who the fuck do you think yous are?
Mr Fisher, look, we're Niall's brothers,
that's Niall's sister there.
These are our mates. Tell us what
he was doing here, and that's it.
- I'm not to telling yer. Yer deaf?
- We have a fucking situation here, alright?
Now, I'm not leaving
this fucking tanning salon-
- And nail bar.
- And the fucking nail bar, Cardi.
We can't leave here
until we check in that back room,
and make sure Niall and/or
the stolen fucking item in't in it.
I can see the predicament we're in.
- Mm.
- Here's what I can do for yer, right?
None of yous are coming in
my back room,
but he did leave a package.
(CLICKS FINGERS)
I dunno what's in the package,
but I can step back there, alone,
and bring it out to yous. How's that?
Or who's to say he's not just
gonna fuck off out the back?
Out the back of my own tanning
salon? Leave yous eejits here alone?
- Do I look insane?
- Mm.
Do you want the package,
or do you not want the package?
Fucking go and get that fucking
package right now, and quick.
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
(SECURITY SYSTEM CHIMES)
I can't believe it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
He's a full head of long hair.
(LAUGHS)
It's a fucking wig dude.
Come on, man.
W-Wig? How's it stay on?
(LAUGHS)
It's stuck to his head, love.
W-What? W-What?
Well, what if he hangs upside down?
- Oh, my God.
- Who hangs upside down?
- Me, it's good for the brain.
- I hate to say this, Mick,
I really do. You're not the best
advert for inversion, are ya?
What with you being, sorry, but
thick as two short planks.
Tommo, you shut the fuck up. You're
as thick as fucking one short plank.
(LAUGHS) I rest my case.
(LAUGHS)
You wanna see what's in my back room?
Here's what's in my fucking back room.
You lousy fucking poxy bastards.
(ALL SCREAM)
Come on you fuckers, yeah!
Get yourselves a lovely spray tan.
Welcome to Glow Job.
Oh, I've missed a bit, did I?
Here. Here.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Get some fucking tan lines around that.
- Fuck me. Grab his fucking arms.
- You're wanting some of that, do yer?
BEASTIE BOYS: Sabotage ♪
Hold still
for crying out loud, will yer?
You better start talking.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not telling you shit about shit.
You will tell us shit about shit.
I'll take your fucking eyebrow off.
Now, did Niall come here or not?
You know what you can do?
Go and fuck your mother.
- Oh, rude.
- Oh Fucking piece of work
- Did he try and sell you a trophy?
- Fuck your Uncle Eldon.
I tell you what.
Thomas, pull his fucking eyebrow off.
No. No. Argh!
- Gone.
- Argh!
Gone. You look like a fucking idiot.
On one side,
you're a 50% twat right now.
I'll do the other one.
When I run out of hairs,
- I'm gonna go down there.
- I do my own genitals.
I'm like a fucking dolphin down there.
- Man after my own heart.
- Fucking weird dude.
Alright, Mick, go and smash up
all his shit in the back room.
We're fucking up your back room,
pouring away the shampoos.
- No!
- Smash it up.
- Pour it all out.
- I'll talk.
No, not the shampoos. No!
I'll talk. I'll talk.
(BREATHES HEAVILY) Look in my phone.
- Where is it?
- It's in my flaps.
Passcode: 0072. Roger Moore.
No, no, no. He was 0073.
George Lazenby, he was 0072.
I mean everybody knows that, like.
Yeah. He was shite.
Wasn't even a proper Bond.
- Hm.
- Last calls.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Don Randy?
Who the fuck's Don Randy?
Sounds like sort of, er, mid-level
'70s porn star, doesn't it?
Hey. Hey. Who's Don Randy?
He's a scary fucker,
and you do not wanna mess with him.
That's who he was meeting here,
and that's all I know. That's all
I can tell yer. Now, fuck off.
Listen, what is that there?
Is that a bloody five or a three?
- It's a three. Well, it looks-
- No, five.
- Is it?
- I don't Fucking try three.
CARDI: What you gonna say?
(LINE RINGING)
I'm gonna style it out, like a boss.
I'll lay the bait,
he's gonna take nibble.
You gonna invite him to be in
Be My Bitch Volume Seven?
Just shut up, ya gob shite.
- WOMAN: "Hello."
- Oh, shit.
I'm looking to speak to a Donald Randy?
"Don Randy? Do I sound like Don Randy,
- "you filthy fucking bastard."
- Oh, I'm sorry love. (LINE BEEPS)
- Oh, she's gone.
- It must have been a five.
- Do you think (?) You fucking lemon.
- Alright. What?
Well, I got all geed up for it,
didn't I?
Give it here. You need to be more zen.
You get way too wound about things.
You need to be better at fives.
My girlfriend told me
to stop acting like a flamingo,
- so I put my foot down.
- (LAUGHS)Michael
(LINE RINGING)
Honestly.
Weird timing. You'll change
your tune when I'm famous.
- "Hello."
- Oh, it's the same lady, man.
"You, you filthy bastard. Paul!"
- "This pervert keeps ringing me."
- Don't tell Paul.
Don't tell Paul,
it's an honest mistake, love.
My mate's bad at fives. Listen
someone, put the right fucking number
in this right fucking now.
- Here, I'll try.
- No, you fucking won't.
Give it here.
- Give it to me.
- Here you are.
Fucking thicks, the lot of you.
- Yeah? (LINE RINGING)
- Here you go.
- Yes, Carol.
- Right, go on.
Fuck, is it gonna be her again?
- No. No, listen.
- Shit.
MAN: "Hello."
Now then is that Don Randy?
- "Who's asking?"
- I fucking am.
- And you are?
- "Vincent O'Neill."
I have been given this number,
apparently it's the number of
a very important entrepreneur
- called Donald Randy.
- "This is his phone."
Fuck, doesn't answer his own phone,
that's classy that. Very classy..
- What's the proposal?
- "I am a marijuana,"
- er, botanist.
- Ooh.
And I would like
to dis discuss distribution.
I'll ask.
(LINE DISCONNECTS) (CLICKS TONGUE)
- He's just gone?
- He's just fucked off. Oh (SHUSHES).
(PHONE BUZZES)
(PHONE CLICKS)
- Mr Randy.
- MAN: "Who the fuck are you,
you perv, ringing my bird
asking for John Randy?
- Fucking Paul.
- It's Paul, in't it?
It's bloody Paul. Paul, listen,
it were a genuine mistake.
My mate's really bad at fives.
It's one fucking number.
We're looking for Donald Randy,
not fucking John Randy you turnip.
- "Ring again
- "Abort."
..I'll come
over there and cut your cheek out!"
Do you know what, man,
it's a very strange threat.
You don't even know
where the fuck I am.
I'm on a mobile phone.
Where you gonna come to?
(LINE BEEPS)
"To where you are."
- Fuck me hang on.
- "I'll fucking kill you!"
What's going on there, then?
- Paul, hang on a minute, love.
- Is it call waiting?
- What do you press now?
- Hey up, Paul. Listen to me, love.
Your bird's having an affair,
in't she? She's cheating on ya.
- "Fuck you!"
- See what's before your eyes.
Know what I mean? Chow.
- (POSH ACCENT) Hello?
- MAN: "Vincent O'Neill?"
Er, this is his associate,
one Mr Shaftner.
- That's cool as fuck.
- He'll meet you at midday
tomorrow at Duffy's bar.
Bring samples. And sit by the window.
We will do exactly that, thank you.
- (LAUGHS) Voila, we have a meeting.
- Well in.
One spliff I've got left. I were
fucking saving it for t'ferry.
I want you on your fucking best
behaviour. None of your nonsense.
- Obviously not.
- It's big deal, get in there.
Get the fuck in the pub.
Ah ba-ba-ba, you're not
going nowhere, you piss head.
- You're not drinking-
- I want a drink.
Listen, it's a very serious situation
we're all in. I want you out here,
chilling out, we can't go
in mobhanded. Fucking give over.
- We can't go in mobhanded.
- Go on, fuck off.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Shite, Vin
- ..there's no window seats left.
- No, it's alright, we'll just
We'll just loiter here for a bit.
He specifically said to find
a fucking window seat, didn't he?
There's no window seats.
Unless we ask one of these
starey bastards to move.
Why does he want us sat near
a fucking window seat, anyway?
The demand of a gangster. They need
to see people coming in and out.
I don't like this, Vin. We need
to get out of here.
Don't be a
- No, no, hang on.
- Stop being a fucking tart, dude.
What if he's correct? What if
Niall's got in over his head?
What if this a fucking trap?
What if this fucking Don Randy is,
- in fact, the Irish Don Corleone?
- It's not gonna be Don Corleone,
- it's gonna be Donald.
- Donald Corleone?
Not D
Right, give over now, pair of ya.
- Look hard.
- Woah, woah, woah.
What? Oh, fuck me.
Oh, he looks hard.
- He's a big lad.
- Oh, he looks like a killer.
(SHUSHES)
(THICK IRISH ACCENT)
Vincent O'Neill!
- Er, D-Don Randy?
- Vincent O'Neill?
- Oh, Don Randy?
- Pleased to meet you, so I am.
Alright, then. Oh, get in there.
Always good to get a new
business associate from the UK.
OK.I see all the window seats
are taken, maybe we'll get a booth.
Ciaran here'll get us a few pints.
You can drink your hole off. Come.
What was any of that?
- He wants to get a pint to drink our holes off.
- Gross dude.
Now then,
get your laughing gear round that.
Now honestly, that is the finest plant
you will ever fucking smoke
in your life.
What I'm saying is, if you wanna
get in the weed business,
we're good men to get in business with.
- Ciaran.
- Go easy, Ciaran, for fuck's sake.
- It's bloody strong.
- I-I don't touch it myself.
I like a brandy,
like to slip my shoes off at the end
and I watch a police procedural
and sip away at a fine, fine brandy.
- Summat about brandy?
- He likes a tipple in the evening
- and watches a cop show on telly.
- Right, yes, yes, now listen, er..
Now that your, er, beautiful
assistant has parted ways with us,
perhaps we might pick your brains
about a person of interest to us,
who you might've run into
earlier today.
- And who's that then?
- Niall Dennings.
Why do you wanna know?
He's got something belonging to an
associate of ours. We want it back.
I see.
Yeah, that Niall is fucking idiot,
less brains than a slug,
and he owed me money, big, big money.
Gambling debt.
He ran off back to England.
So, I told Mardie Fisher
to tell him, if ever he come back,
- he's gonna lose both his testicles.
- Testicles.
Mardie called me today
and said the gobshite is back,
but he had my money. I arranged
to meet the fucker at Mardie's.
- None of it.
- Niall owed Don Randy money,
- so Mardie Fisher linked 'em back up again.
- Right.
- What's he stolen from yer?
- The fuck
- (WHISPERS) The FA cup.
- The what?
The fuck The fucking original
FA cup, the cunt's got it.
- Have you seen him with it?
- Trophy? No, didn't see that.
- He paid me what he owed me and went.
- Fuck me.
- How much did he owe you?
- Seven grand.
Seven Seven grand, I got that.
- I got seven grand.
- Where'd he get that from?
He said he got lucky,
at Micky Flanagan's sports bar.
You know what I think,
he's full of shit. Still
I got my money, so you know,
- he keeps his testicles.
- Testicles again.
We need to get
to Mickey Flanagan's sports bar.
- Alright.
- Alright, gentlemen.
- I got bits. You're a good lad.
- Mm.
LEROY SIBBLES: Express Yourself ♪
Express yourself
Express yourself ♪
Keep your eyes out. It's gotta
Fuck me. It's gotta be in here, man.
It's gotta be, gotta be, got..
Oh, my God,
It's right in front of us.
Dude. Michael, you fucking pleb.
Not having a beer.
- Do you know what I mean?
- TOMMO: Hello.
It's that badger.
- Fucking it.
- Uh-huh.
"This is a life-size replica
of the original FA Cup from 1895.
"The original was stolen
and was never seen again."
- Fucking replica?
- Motherfuckers.
Excuse me, love.
How long's that been in here?
No idea,
they're always changing stuff round.
- Well, was it here last week, this, duck?
- Don't think so.
No? Well, that's fucking it! Innit?
I'll tell you what's happened here,
he's fucking sold it,
is what he's done.
He's sold it to these fuckers.
Now they're pretending
it's a shagging replica.
You know what I mean?
It's fucking real thing, innit?
Alright, come here.
Oi, come here to me.
We're gonna have to nick it back.
- How?
- What do you mean "how"?
- Method.
- Listen to me.
Hundred year ago, this fucking
thing here was robbed seamlessly.
We're gonna do the very same thing.
We're gonna come in,
under the cover of darkness. We're
gonna come through the fucking roof.
Like Maurice's granddad.
Can I get a onetime? Come on.
Yeah.
THE HIGH KEYS: Que Sera, Sera ♪
Hey
Get it set up
Set up
(VOCALISING)
When I was just
A little boy
I asked my mother
"What will I be?
"Will I be handsome?
"Will I be rich?"
This is what she said to me
"Que-e-e-e sera, sera, sera"
Sera, sera
"Whatever will be"
Sera, sera
"Will be, will be
"The future's not ours to see"
Sera, sera
"Que sera, sera"
Que sera, sera
"What will be, will be"
Que sera, sera
When I was just
A child in school
I asked my teacher
"What should I try?"
(ALARM BLARES)
"Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply
"Que-e-e-e sera, sera, sera"
Sera, sera
"Whatever will be"
Sera, sera
"Will be, will be
"The future's not ours to see"
Sera, sera
"Que sera, sera"
Que sera, sera
(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)
Mamma, will I be a singer?
Que sera, sera
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
(FEERY HORN BLOWS)
(SEAGULLS CRY)
LINK WRAY: Black River Swamp ♪
There's a place
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
Where the pine trees
(PHONE CLICKS)
Grow so tall
- No, let me have it a bit more, will yer?
- Calm yourself, jeez.
Bloody hell. Will you let me
have it a bit more?!
No!
Will you let me have it?
We're trying to take a photo.
- Careful.
- Stop.Mick.
- Let me have it.
- Oi, eh
- Let me have it!
- Stop, you'll drop
- Ah, Mick!
- Awww!
- Fucking unreal.
- No, fuck!
- Dude
- What's going on?
- Are you fucking serious, man?
- Ya fucking It was Ashley.
- Horrible wankers is what you are.
- What?
Fucking trophy's
gone in the fucking sea.
No!
Oh, Tommo. It was Mick!
- Fucking hell!
- Fucking idiots.
Mind the pints. Three for a tenner.
Maurice is NOT gonna be
happy about this.
Why did the captain leave the ship?
Are you fucking joking?
Here's a fucking joke!
(ALL ARGUING)
It was fucking Ashley.
(ARGUING CONTINUES)
Down there
By the fishing hole
(OVER SPEAKERS) And the smell
of old Black River
- I've already got one.
- Oh, no, no, no.
This isn't the replica,
this is the original.
Original my arse. How's a twat
like you got the original?
I swear to you
on my Uncle Teagan's life.
This is from 1895.
(HOLLOW THUD)
That's the real McCoy.
How much you looking for?
For you seven grand.
You can get rid of that replica there
- and have the real thing on display.
- You must be joking.
This is going in my house.
I don't know how you've got it,
but this is sporting fucking history,
- The replica stays where it is.
- Mm-hm.
Right, wait there
- ..I'll get your cash.
- Good man yourself.
I can hear them hound dogs howlin'
Chasing that old fox
where I used to roam ♪
Where's Vincent?
MONOLITO: You motherfuckers
underestimated me.
Well now, you're gonna pay.
- Just come and f.. Ugh.
- CARDI: Vin? Fuck!
- ALL: Ah!
- Put it down, what is ?
Who else knows about this?
- Unhand me! Oh!
- Oh!
This isn't normal, Vin.
Christ, I know it's not fucking normal.
Sub extracted from file & improved by
SIR JOE QUARTERMAN & FREE SOUL:
(I Got) So Much Trouble In My Mind ♪
I got so much trouble in my mind
I got so much trouble in my mind
Give me the strength to carry on
Give me the strength to carry on
Cos everything I got
is just about gone
And I think about it ♪