Winter's End (2005) - full transcript

- Get a move on, will ya?

- I'm comin'.

Bitch.

Sean, get it in here and steer.

- I'm steerin'.

- What the?

Jack, come on, we've got to go.

- Oh, Christ, my head.

- Now, come on.

Now, I know
this got a mention yesterday,

but there's no harm in saying it again,



a young man, Frank Gavin,

went missing after last year's concert.

You may have heard an
interview Gary Jakes did

with his sister Sandra yesterday.

He's 23, five feet 10, with blonde hair.

On TV and in the papers.

If you were at last year's gig

and you remember seeing
anything suspicious,

then make a phone call.

I know his family would appreciate it.

Next up, the first of our
triple play from Blue Ghost,

It's the Tremolo.

- Chrissake, Jack, why do you do it?

- I think it's what they
call an involuntary reaction.



- Come on, you know what I mean.

- I feel a lecture coming on.

- No lecture, Jack.

It's your life.

I just think it's a bloody
waste of time, that's all.

- What gives you the right to judge me?

You go off and you get yourself married

and all of a sudden you're
mister responsibility,

qualified to tell the world

and his dog how to live their lives.

We used to do this kind
of thing together, Ben,

and bloody often.

- Five years ago.
- What?

- Five years ago, Jack.

That's the last time you and
I went on a bender together.

And yeah, I'm married now.

I've got two kids, Jack.

I've got a business to run
and they all depend on me.

So yeah, I am mister
fuckin' responsibility.

And I'll tell you somethin' else, Jack,

I wouldn't trade it for
all the tea in China.

- I know what your problem
is, you're just jealous.

- Jealous?

Of what, for chrissake?

- My freedom.

Maria, the kids, the business,

they're all fine, Ben, they
just came too early for you.

And maybe you look at me
and the freedom I enjoy

and maybe yeah, maybe
jealous is the wrong word.

Envious, I think you're envious.

- I don't believe you.

So what would you've had
me done when I met Maria

and fell in love with her?

Tell her to go away and
come back in five years?

'Cause I want to have a party
with my good mate, Jack?

Jesus, gimme a break, will ya?

- I have nothing against
marriage, Ben, I really don't.

Just not in the next 10 years.

It's like the saint said,

"Oh lord, make me good but not yet."

Look, Jack, I'm
going to have to run,

do you think you'll be able to find it?

- Yeah, you go on, I'll be fine.

- Jack, are you sure?

- Yeah, get outta here.

Morning, I parked a car here yesterday,

a '98 silver Rover, and I
can't seem to find it anywhere.

- Well, the same thing happened last year.

- How do you mean?

- People parked here for the concert,

left their cars overnight,

came back the following
day to find them stolen.

- Stolen?

Ah, fuck.

- Well, you've no claim on me, now.

You parked here at your own risk.

- Ah, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- You know, if you need to use a phone...

- No, listen, that's
fine, I've got a mobile.

Ah shit, they got my mobile as well.

How far is your house?

- Not far.

- Hi.

- Phone is there.

- Thanks.

Play.

- Hello?

- Oh god, no.
- Leave him be.

Are you deaf as well as stupid?

I said leave him be!

Sean, come on.

No one's gonna harm you,
there's no need to be afraid.

Do what you're told
and you walk outta here

with a few bob in your pocket.

Sean here will undo your gag
so you can have a bite to eat.

Now, you may ask no questions.

Everything will become clear in time.

Go on.

- Who are you?

What am I doing here?

Let me out of these chains!

Let me out of these chains,
you shush-loving baggy bastard!

Let me outta here, help!

Help!

- You know how far we're
from the road here.

I mean, there's not a chance
anyone would hear anything.

And we don't get any visitors.

- Will you be quiet if I
take the tape off your mouth?

Hold still.

- What's your name?

- Amy, what's yours?

- Jack.

What does your father want with me, Amy?

- He's not my father, he's
my half-brother Henry.

- And the other guy, the retard?

- He's my brother Sean.

Don't call him that.

Shh!

- What is it?

Amy, you have to help me get out of here.

- I can't.

- Amy, please, you have to help me.

The guy's crazy, he's gonna kill me.

- He's not going to kill ya.

I have to put the tape back on your mouth.

If he knows I've been in here...

- Will you have to take the blanket back?

- No, he won't remember if
he gave it to you or not.

Set it down.

Not there, you stupid woman,

how's he gonna reach the damn thing there?

Eat.

Well, eat.

- People are going to realize I'm missing.

My friend dropped me at your very gate.

Don't you think the police
are gonna put it together?

- No, I don't.

- Why?

- 'Cause I don't think
they're smart enough.

- No, I mean why am I here?

- Jack Davis, age 25,

- apartment 2
- B, Willow
Court, Ranelagh, Dublin.

Video club membership card.

Gold Visa card.

Member of the Professional
Photographers Association

of Ireland.

Is that what you do, Jack?

Photography?

- Yeah.

- I'd say you have a
pretty good life, Jack.

Got your own boss, your own apartment,

good social life, plenty of cash,

nice girls, and a nice car
to pull them with, huh?

- I'm not complaining.

- I wish I had a good life, Jack.

It's not as good as yours, never was.

Let's just say in the game of life,

I got dealt a pair of deuces.

Now I reckon it's time to
do a little bit of cheating,

stack the odds in my own favor.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you know how long this place

has been in my family's name?

Go on, guess.

- I have no idea.

152 years.

Six generations of Roses.

This place has been fought
for, died for, killed for,

been back-breakingly worked for.

Those outhouses out there,

they were built by my great-grandfather.

There was no power tools then.

It was hammers, saws,
chisels, and a lot of sweat.

That house across the yard?

I was born there, so was Amy, so was Sean,

and the five generations before us.

- Look, whatever your problems are,

I'm not any part of them.

- No, but you are a part of the solution.

- I don't get it, Henry,
what am I doing here?

Ransom money, is that it?

Look, I've got no family.

No, please.

- Let's do this the easy way.

- Look, you said it yourself,

we're a long way from anybody hearing me.

I suffer from bad sinus, Henry,

if my nose plugged up I could suffocate,

I can't be any use to you dead.

- One word outta you...

- One other thing.

- What?

- I can't sleep with my
hands tied behind my back.

- Right.

- That's strange, I don't seem
to be gettin' Jack anywhere.

- Jack?

What do you mean?

- Well he's not at his apartment
and he's not as his studio,

his mobile phone is either
switched off or dead.

- Jack is probably away
on a shoot somewhere,

sun beatin' down and surrounded by babes.

- I don't think so, he
wouldn't have missed his chance

to rub my nose in that.

- I wouldn't worry.

Just give it a few days,
then try him again.

- Help me get out of here, Amy.

- I can't.

Only Henry has the keys

and I don't know where he keeps them.

- Then call the guards.

Why do you stay here, Amy?

- Where would I go?

- Anywhere out of here.

Look, I see the way he
treats you, like dirt.

- Supposing I leave here, what then?

I can't leave without Sean.

He wouldn't come anyway.

- So leave Sean here.

- He'll be put into the institution.

- Who told you that?

- Henry.

- Amy, we don't have places
called institutions anymore.

We haven't done for at least
30 years, don't you watch TV?

No TV?

Newspapers, right?

You read newspapers?

- Henry says they're full of lies.

- Amy, you can't allow yourself

to be trapped here for
the rest of your life.

- No way out, not without Sean.

- Then leave Sean here.

Look, if you can't save both
of you, then save yourself.

- Sean is my flesh and
blood, my little brother.

He hero worships Henry,
he knows no better,

he hasn't the sense.

- The sense to see that Henry
is using him to keep you here.

Look, Amy, I'm afraid
he's taken me for ransom

and I've got no money
and he's gonna kill me.

- He hasn't, he, he won't hurt you.

- Amy, do you know why I'm here?

- No, I don't, but I
know he'll let you go.

- Amy, he can't let me go.

If I go to the guards, he'll go to jail

and he can't take that risk.

Fuck, fuck!

Come on.

Damn.

- Where'd you get those?

- Henry bought these for me.

- I've been thinkin', Sean,

would you like to live in a town?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I've been thinkin'
we could get a house

or a flat in a town.

You could make lots of new friends.

You could go to the
cinema and play football

and do lots of things you can't do here.

- Yeah, Amy, or, Henry
won't like that, Amy.

- I was thinkin' just you
and me could live in a town.

Like you said, I don't
think Henry would like it.

- I'm not goin' anywhere
without Henry, Amy, Jesus.

Henry's my best, he's my best friend.

- Sean, sometimes people can appear

to be something they're not
to get something they want.

Not everything Henry does
is good or right, Sean.

Do you think it's right that
we take someone like Jack

and keep him tied up?

Do you not think he's got
friends and family that miss him?

- Yeah, but Amy, Henry said that

sometimes you have to
do things that are bad

for

the greater good.

Yeah.

- What is that greater good, Sean?

Sean, answer me.

Sean, answer me.

Sean, go up to bed.

- Amy, I'm reading my comic.

- Read it in bed, now go.

- You stupid bitch.

You hear me, ya stupid bitch?

What do you think you're doin',

leavin' stuff lyin' around the place?

You have my family.

I'll kill you first, you
and all your damn family.

And that traitorous
bitch you're married to.

- Go to sleep, Sean.

- What was the commotion about?

Henry's drunk, but
it's okay, he's asleep now.

Thanks.

- Where do you live?

- Dublin.

- What's it like, Dublin?

- Fast, shitty, and expensive.

But a lot more than that.

It's got pubs and restaurants and cafes

and little parks tucked
away here and there.

There's loads of shops
and cinemas and theaters,

whatever you fancy.

It's home.

Haven't you ever been?

- Well, twice, when I was a child.

That was to go to the hospital.

What do girls my age do?

Well
they do lots of things,

they meet up with their other friends

and mostly on the weekends and,

I don't know, enjoy themselves.

They meet at up at each others' houses

and they have a drink or two
while they get ready to go out.

Then they go out together
and have a few more drinks

and have a laugh and then they go dancing.

Haven't you got any friends, Amy?

- No.

- Henry?

What do you enjoy doing?

- I like to read a lot.

I listen to music sometimes.

And I like drawing, too.

- You must draw me a picture sometime.

Here, you're freezing, get under here.

Go on.

It gets so cold in this place sometimes

I wish it would burn down.

That's the second time I've
seen you smile tonight.

I guess you don't get
much reason to smile.

Henry.

- What?

- It's 10 o'clock, we'll be late for mass.

- We'll get to the next one.

- But you don't like getting that one.

Why not?

One mass is as good as another.

- Yes, but...

- But I'd run into them, is that it?

Well, I'm sick and tired
of dancing around people.

One mass for the sinners at the parish,

another one for their gentry,

and one in-between just
to keep 'em separated,

well fuck 'em!

Now get out.

Go on, get out!

Where are you going?

- Change my clothes.

- You'll change nothing.

You stay in those clothes today.

You too, Sean.

Sean, go find somethin' to do.

Go on!

What time are you?

- What?

- You know what I mean.

How long since?

Answer me, how long since?

- About three weeks.

Go on, get the breakfast on.

- Take care.

Who's that?

- That was Dave Castles.

- Who's Dave Castles?

- He's a guy that works with Jack.

Jack was supposed to turn
up for a job this morning,

he never did.

I'm gettin' worried, Marie.

I've never known Jack to
do somethin' like this.

Look, I'm gonna go to his apartment.

- But that's 30 miles away.

- Yeah, I know, but suppose he's up there

unconscious or something.

I'm gonna have to check it out.

- We really should've gone
to the guards about this,

now I can't be openin' up apartments

without people's permission.

- Look, I'm really concerned about this,

Jack is a very good friend of mine, okay?

And how are he gonna be
able to give his permission

if he's inside unconscious or somethin'?

Will you please open the door?

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- Oh shit.

Go on, get out.

Well, Jack, today's your lucky day.

Don't you want to know why?

- I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

- Today, Jack, you're gonna get married.

That's right, Jack,
you're gonna get married.

- To?

- To Amy, who else?

- You're a crazy fuck.

What are you gonna do for
a priest, kidnap him too?

There's no call for a priest.

If a ship's captain can marry a couple,

then by god a landowner can too.

- Okay, Henry, what's this about?

What's your plan, huh?

- Well the plan is, Jack,

that you marry Amy and give her a son.

Now when you've that done,

you'll be given 10,000
and sent on your way.

The boy will stay here,
be given the name Rose,

and carry on the family farm.

- You're an insane bastard.

And if I don't give Amy a son?

- Well, assuming that you've
put a bit of effort into it,

you'll be given 5,000
and sent on your way.

- Supposing I do give Amy a son,

and you do give me 10,000,

what if I go to the police?

Tell them what's been happening here?

Forget to mention the 10,000,
make a claim on the boy,

and give him my name,
Davis, what then, Henry?

You haven't even tried
to make it believable.

No, I'll tell you the plan.

I go through this
charade you've concocted,

I give Amy a son, or a daughter,
or maybe nothing at all,

and then you kill me.

'Cause there's just no
other way, is there, Henry?

You're a crazy fuck, do you hear me?

You're a crazy fuck!

How did it go?

- Well, Jack hasn't been
back to his apartment

since he left to come here last weekend.

- How do you know?

- I searched through the whole place,

the clothes he wore here
last weekend are not there.

- Well maybe he washed them

and he's wearing them
now again or something.

- No, Maria, I know Jack
is not exactly tidy,

but it's a complete mess.

There's mold growin'
on leftovers up there.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'll go talk to the guards.

- Hold that.

Get up.

- I've heard of shotgun weddings, Henry,

but this is ridiculous.

Into your left.

On your knees.

Hands above your head.

- Henry, he's lookin' at me.

- Just keep the gun on him, Sean.

Now you can have a bath and a shave.

- Any chance of a little privacy?

- Don't take your eyes off him, Sean.

Get.

- This is crazy, Henry.

- What?

- Can't you see?

This is wrong.

- And you think this is wrong?

- If we're going to lose the farm,

what difference is it going to make...

- We're not going to lose the farm.

Why the hell do you think
I'd bother to hunt you

where that there would some debate over?

No, the only reason that you and Sean

have a roof over your
head, food in your bellies,

and beds to come into is my generosity,

now don't fuckin' wear it out.

You know where Sean will go.

They're dark and dorky places, Amy.

They don't have bedrooms, they have cells.

And they're abused and
beaten by the minders

in every way you can imagine.

The only good thing is that

they don't tend to live that long.

20, 25 years, maybe.

Now you remember that.

Oh, thanks.

Here's that.

Now, let's see if I got
this straight, Mr. Lambert.

This friend of yours, this Jack Daley.

- Davis, his name is Jack Davis.

- All right.

So he lives in Dublin,

but he came down to
stay with you the night

because you're both going to
this concert the next day.

So, how come you brought the two cars in?

- Well I had a few things to do out there,

so I told Jack to go ahead
and I'd meet him up there.

- So Jack drove in on his own?

And left his car where?

- In a field somewhere
along the Ballymun Road.

- After the concert, what then?

- Let's keep this brief and to the point.

Stand up, both of you.

- Don't worry, Amy,

something tells me we'd
have ground for annulment.

Amy, do you take
this man to be your husband?

- I do.

Jack, do you take
this woman to be your wife?

- I do.

- Right, you're now man and wife.

- Now why couldn't you just
go home and leave him there?

- Well, because he was drunk.

Because he hadn't a clue where he was.

And he would never would've found his way

back to my place on his own.

- So you drove him home?

And what time was that?

It was about 2:30, three o'clock.

- And the next morning, then,

you drove him back in to pick up his car.

Where did you drop him off?

- About half a mile from the concert site.

- And he couldn't remember

where he'd left his car the night before?

- No, he couldn't.

I was in a hurry that day,
so I had to leave him.

- And you haven't seen him since?

- No, I haven't.

- I see.

Mr. Lambert, do you have any idea

of the number of people
that are reported missing

every year in this country?

- No, I don't.

- Quite a few, quite a few.

But the good news is that 99% of them

turn up safe and sound.

You see, there's nothing
unusual in a young man

just getting into his car and
driving off into the sunset.

- I don't believe that's what's happened.

- We'll see, we'll see.

- Amy, go on up to bed.

- I'll just clear up a few things.

- Go on up now.

I keep these for celebrations
and special occasions.

- And which is this?

- It's a bit of both.

- So putting your sister
through a sham of a marriage

and forcing her to sleep with a stranger,

that's a special occasion
in your book, is it, Henry?

- She's my half-sister.
- Ah, give me a break.

And what about your half-brother?

Does Sean know that if Amy went away,

you'd throw him into an institution?

Would that be a special occasion

and time to break out
the cigars again, Henry?

- How's he mean, Henry?

- Don't mind him, Sean.

He's done on legacies.

- You're a cold and
vicious man, Henry Rose.

You bring unhappiness
into every life you touch.

The world needs you like it needs cholera.

- Open his ankle chains.

Open it.

Now, let's see what else
you can do besides talk.

- Amy, you're gonna have
to help me get outta here.

You can use a phone, can't you?

Call the police.

Amy, what are you afraid of?

None of that is true, what Henry told you

about Sean going to an institution.

You'd both be looked after, I promise you,

I'll make certain of it.

Amy, if you don't help me get out of here,

he's gonna kill me.

- Henry is many things.

He can be mean and cruel,
but he is not a killer.

- Oh, Amy, wake up, will you?

He doesn't have a choice.

If he's willing to go to these lengths

to ensure an heir to his damn farm,

do you really think he's gonna take

the risk of letting me go?

- He will let you go, I know he will.

- If he kills me,

if he kills me, and they find out

you could've stopped it but didn't,

you could go to prison too.

Oh, Amy.

There's something I can't figure out.

If he's so hell-bent on
having an heir to the farm,

why doesn't he get married himself?

- He already did once, about 10 years ago.

To a local girl, Cathy Evans.

Henry was different then.

What happened?

She found out
that Henry would never

be able to father any children.

A bad accident when he was a child.

So she left him.

And within a year, she
married Dan Callaghan.

That's who she locked up.

She just couldn't face the
prospects of having no children.

That's when Henry began to change.

Jack, Jack, I think he's coming.

Jack.

- Get dressed.

Shh.

Sean, get on his back.

Hold on to his neck chain.

- Mornin', Henry.

- Sergeant.

- Not a bad bit of weather we're havin'.

- What can I do for ya?

Apparently some
young lad went missin',

at the concert last week.

Hasn't been seen since.

- Is that right?

We're callin' in to
all the houses in the area,

see if anyone might've
seen or heard anything.

- I dunno anything about any young lad.

- You used your field to help

for parkin' that day, didn't you?

- That's right, so did a few
other farmers around the place.

It's not a crime, is it?

No.

He was drivin' a silver Rover, '98 reg.

Ring any bells with you?

- No, I really couldn't tell
you what was parked out there.

- It's strange, though.

- What?

- Exactly a year ago
another fella went missin'.

Same location, too.

What's this his name was?

Frankie Gavin, wasn't it?

- I really couldn't remember.

Well, if you think of anything,

give us a call.

I hope you don't make a habit

of leavin' these things lyin' around.

- I was just about to
go shoot some rabbits.

- You have a number of
these yokes, haven't you?

- They're an interest of mine.

Make sure you keep
'em locked up and safe.

How are ya, Amy?

You okay?

- She's run out, her tablets.

I must go into town now and get some.

Her nerves, you know.

- You take care of yourself, Amy.

Henry.

- Your luck is running out, pal.

Sean, chain him up.

Aye.

And get a gag on him.

I deflocked him.

And you ever try anything like that again

and I swear to god I'll kill ya.

It happened before, last year.

- I know this guy.

What does this mean?

Are you telling me this is
what happened to this guy?

I'm telling you so that you'll
know, he will let you go.

He let him go.

- Amy, he's still missing.

- No he's not.

- Ah, shit!

- And you are going to learn
to do what you're told.

I'd save the man.

- Hi, Mr. Rose, Sean.

- Hello, Sally.

- Put your tongue back
in your gob, will ya?

Well?

For chrissake, Amy, what did he say?

Are ya or aren't ya?

- Pull into Dotty's, I
need to get a few things.

- What for?

We need nothin'.

- I need to get women's things.

- Hello, Amy.

How are you keepin', love?

- Fine, Dotty.

- What'll I get ya, love?

- Brown soda please, Dotty.

Dotty, why do you still
have that poster up?

I don't think he's been
missin' now for a while.

- Indeed he has, love.

Poor lad, whatever happened to him.

That'll be good for.

- That'd be good too?

But you only said that about dead people.

- Hate to say it, Amy, but
looks like the poor lad is dead.

I know, it's scary, isn't it?

Thing could happen around here.

Will I put you down on the slate, love?

Poor child.

- Come on, will ya?

Amy.

Now you did understand what I said to you?

Look, you've nothing to worry about.

This is gonna make such a difference.

To have a young lad on the farm.

I'll have something to
work for, we all will.

Someone to carry on the
place when we're gone.

It's all any man wants.

- What'll people say?

- They won't say anything,

they'll still have me to deal with.

- Maybe not to our faces, but
behind our backs they will.

- Look, in the eyes of god,
you're a married woman.

Now that's all you need to remember.

- Are you going to let Jack go?

- Sure.

- When?

- Today, tomorrow, I dunno, soon.

- I'm bringing him over some sandwiches.

- Well go on, then.

- What do you want me to do?

- You're willing to help me?

- Yes.

- Phone the police,
that's all you have to do.

- Well, I was beginning to think

you didn't have it in ya, city boy.

- What are you talking about?

Didn't Amy tell you?

You're going to be a daddy.

- Amy, is it true?

- Yeah.

- Well, guess I'll be
having one or two more

of your cigars, huh, Henry?

'Cause it's to be a special
occasion in your book, huh?

- You bet.

- Well why stop at cigars?

Why don't we all do
something special tonight?

A nice dinner, maybe.

- Henry, if we have dinner,

can I get some bread and butter puddin'?

- Why sure you can.

How about some ice cream with

hot melted chocolate poured over?

- And lemonade?

- And lemonade.

And for me, Amy, you can dig out

the biggest T-bone you
have in the freezer.

And with lots of mushrooms
and onions and gravy.

Whatever you want yourself.

Now, come on, kids, outta here.

We got lots of things to do before dinner.

- Aren't you forgetting something?

- What's that?

- Seems you have nothing to
celebrate if it weren't for me.

- I'm sure we can dig
out another steak for ya.

But I don't want steak.

Everybody else is getting
what they want, why can't I?

- Well now, you're catching
me in a good mood here.

What is it ya want?

- Sicilian-style aubergines
with a side dish of mushrooms.

Sauteed with olive oil, brown
sugar, and crushed garlic.

Yeah, and a bottle of Chianti,
at least four years old.

Okay, you can forget about the Chianti.

- You trying to make fun of Amy?

- No.

- She's no fancy cook-like.

But she can fry you up a
steak with the best of 'em.

- I think I saw an Italian
restaurant in town.

I'm worth a takeaway, surely.

- I know where it is.

I could go in and get what he wants there.

- No.

He eats what we eat or
he doesn't eat at all.

- Henry,

can I speak to you a minute?

Let's call a spade a spade.

We both know what this means for me.

You're not gonna deny a condemned man

his last meal, are you?

- I'll write it out for you.

Sean can run in and get it.

Now come on, you two,
there's work to be done.

- One thing I was wondering about.

- What was that?

- Why me?

- Well, you may not remember it,

it was me takin' the money
at the gate that mornin'.

I was lookin' for a young man,

fit and healthy and on his own.

- There must've been more
than one guy on his own.

There were five
that fitted the bill.

You were the only one that

didn't look like a fuckin' weirdo.

Now, what was that fried
muck you wanted, again?

- This is for takeaway?

- Yeah, I'm takin' it away.

- Right, okay.

All right, that'll take
a couple of moments.

Sorry, excuse me.

Hello, can I help you?

Just one moment, please, thank you.

Order in, chef, it's a takeaway,

a Sicilian-style aubergine
with a side order

of mushroom sauteed in olive
oil, brown sugar, and garlic.

- Let me see that.

Lorraine, who gave you this?

- The weirdo at the counter.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah, okay.

I'm not picky.

- Right, just give him his order.

- Okay, right.
- Take his money, okay?

Mario, you're in charge
now, I've got to go out.

No problem.

- What kind of muck is that?

I never knew a man who preferred pig food

to a good steak, huh?

- Shit!

Fucking believe it.

Fuck!

- Where are you going?

- I'm just going to
give the cat some milk.

- You stupid bitch.

Give me the key.

Give me the fuckin' key!

He's headin' for the river.

Sean!

Sean!

- No!

No!

- Come on.

- I'm going.

- You go that way, Sean.

I'll meet ya at the shed.

- What exactly is it you expect me to do?

Some fella comes into your restaurant

and orders fancy mushrooms,

and you want me to call
out the light brigade?

- They're not fancy mushrooms,
they're disgustin', actually.

But Jack likes 'em, that's the point.

They're not on our menu,
they're Jack's own concoction.

In five years, I've never known anyone

to order mushrooms like that,

and he always orders 'em
with the same main course,

Sicilian-style aubergines.

- Look, Mr. Lambert, I've had a long day

and the last thing I need
right now is a cookery lesson.

Where did you say this farm was, anyway?

- Ashbrook.

- Ashbrook, that's six or seven
miles out the Ballymun Road.

I'll tell ya what I'll do,
first thing in the mornin',

although there's probably a
perfectly simple explanation,

I'll send a man out there
to have a look around.

How does that sound?

- That sounds like you're not
doin' your job, detective.

- Oh, my leg in.

- Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- Where'd you get this?

- Henry, I only got it 'cause
you wouldn't get me one.

- You don't have anyone to ring, you fool.

Is this Jack's?

Is it Jack's?

- Yeah.
- You bloody fool.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

- Amy!

Amy!

- What the fuck?

- Get him up.

- Jack.

How
could you guys do this?

- It's the child that
matters now, not him!

- Don't, please, I'm begging
you, don't do this, please.

Damn it!

- Are we not gonna put him inside?

- What kind of damn fool are you, huh?

Do you wanna go in prison?

Do you want Sean to go to prison?

- No.

- Am I the only one thinking
clearly around here, hm?

Stay in there.

- Oh, no, oh!

- Get him up!

Just lock him up, Henry.

- Come on, Sean.

- We could just lock him up.

Hey, lock him up.

- Right, gimme that.

Keep an eye on him.

I'm not a totally unreligious man, Jack.

If you have any words
to say to your maker,

you better make it now.

- My only prayer is that Amy
and my child get outta here

and that you rot in hell.

Gimme the gun.

Give me the gun.

No!

- Shoot!

- What?

- Who the fuck is that?

Who is he?

Some friend of yours, Jack?

Don't worry, the hole is big
enough for the two of you.

- Don't you get it, Henry?

If he put things together,
so can other people.

- You've just spoken your last words.

- Sean.

Sean.

- Amy.

- Sean.

Sean.

Sean.

- Amy.

Do you think
you'll want to come back?

- I don't know.

- Why don't we try this,

we won't make an
appointment for you today,

but if you ever want to come back,

you only need to lift the phone.

- Thanks.

- Sean, how's he doing?

Oh, he's in great form.

He really likes Claremont.

And he's spending Christmas
with us this year.

- Oh, that's good.

- Well, I suppose I should be off.

Thanks for everything, Linda.

- You can always send me a Christmas card

and send me some photos of Christine.

- I will.

Okay.

Thanks again.
- Okay.

- Amy.