- Kylie, take this young one out in the pram, will you? - I'll do it later, Ma.
You little bollock!
You dirty little bollock!
I'm gonna give you one more chance, then I'm gonna smash your fuckin' face in!
Do you hear me, you bastard?
Fuckin' piece of shit!
Dylan!
Were you messin' with that toaster?
Why aren't you in school? Christmas holidays, Dad.
Already? Yeah.
Well, get out and play then. I'm doin' this.
Get out and play.
How are you, Dyl? -
Hey, uh, Dylan, come here!
What? Come here!
What? - Would you ever go and fuck off?
What you gonna be when you grow up?
You must want to be somethin'?
Once I don't have to live with that prick I don't care.
At least he's not locked up. - He should be.
If you don't decide what you're gonna be, you'll end up bein' nothin'.
Then you'll have to live in a kip like this.
I'm not marrying you if we have to live in a kip like this.
I'm only messin'. You know I will.
Aah! [ Groans ] Sorry.
Are you okay?
It's heavier than it looks, isn't it?
Will I get you some ice? I will.
Where you goin' with them peas? I need them for dinner.
I'll bring them back.
You watch where you're fuckin' going!
Jesus' sake, it's Christmas!
Be nice to your sister, will you? - She ran into me, you thick.
The sackman's a real man, you know. He's not made up.
He goes around at night lookin' for kids who are out late,
puts them in a sack and swings them over his head,
then smashes off a car or a wall or a lamppost, or the ground even, until they're dead.
And then he leaves them where everybody think it was an accident.
And if he can't find a kid, he does it to a cat or a dog, just to keep in practice.
That's why you sometimes see dead cats in the road.
That's just a story to make you come in at night. It's not. He's real.
Maybe that's what happened to your brother.
Maybe the sackman got him. Barry got some sense.
That's all that happened to him. Got the fuck away from that prick.
That's not what happened to him.
Here some news for you, Kylie.
Auld yokes make things up to controls you.
The sackman, Santa, God. They're just there to scare you. They're not real.
Well, what about the devil? - Made up.
I've seen the sackman, Dylan.
One night out me window, I seen him rootin' in our bin.
Kylie, will you take this bleedin' child out? She needs her walk!
"Needs her walk." I'm the one that does all the bleedin' walking.
Plug it in, will you?
See you, Dylan. Give them peas back to me ma when you're finished with them, will you?
They're for the dinner. Give Carol Anne back her peas, now!
What's wrong with your head? Kylie dropped her stick on it.
How are you, Kylie? Did you go off with Dylan yet?
Shut up, Belinda. - Has he got a big mickey, has he?
Did you ride him? - Piss off, will yous?
Did you give him a blowie? - Do you want a dig in the head, do you?
He'll fuck off on you if you're not doin' the business. - Like you'd know.
Is your dad back? Yeah.
Came in this morning. I don't need to ask whether he got the tree.
No, he didn't. - Hey, Dylan!
Kylie wants to know if you'll give her a lick out!
You said you were going to get the tree for us this mornin'.
Is the mornin' over yet, is it? [ Ma ] Oh, okay.
So you're gonna get it now, are you?
Sorry, I thought you were sittin' in gettin' locked.
If you stop fuckin' naggin' me for a minute, I'll go and get one. All right?
It'll be New Year by the time you get that tree up.
Another rotten Christmas for you, Dylan!
Here she is now.
Look who's here to see you, Kylie.
There's a whole sack of them there for yous.
Come and say hello. Your Uncle Maurice came all the way out with your presents.
How are you, chicken?
Here! No lookin' in there till Christmas.
You bleedin' chancer, you.
Oh, he has him with a rabbit punch.
You're dead. You're dead.
Give Maurice a kiss, Kylie, will you?
He hasn't see you in ages. Ah, no. She's shy.
Go on, love, you're all right.
She's gettin' too big for all that, aren't you?
Give Maurice a bleedin' kiss, will you?
Go on.
Aah!
Hey. Wait now.
Kylie, wait.
Wait.
Get yourself somethin' at the disco or whatever.
What you say? Thanks.
I know one thing for sure.
You're not gonna get back to work by sittin' around drinkin' all day.[ Dad ] I told you to shut the fuck up.
Kylie, Maurice is goin'!
I'll go up.
She's not there. - [ Ma ] She must've gone out.
I'm not gonna tell you again. Shut the fuck up.
[ Ma ] Don't tell me to shut up. You fuckin' shut up.
Who else is gonna tell you you're a lazy bollock? [ Dad ] Shut up.
"Oh yes, Noel. Yes, sir." I'm not your fuckin' slave.
I'll smash your fuckin' face in if you say another word to me.
Ah, go smash your own fuckin' face in!
Don't put your fuckin' hands on me!
Aah! What the fuck is wrong with you!
Nosy.
What's he sayin'? - Mind your own business, Ma.
Is it? Stop, Dad! Get off her, Dad!
Mind your own bleedin' business!
Don't you fuckin' hit him!
You have to keep pushin', don't you?
You can't just fuckin' stop!
You fuckin' bastard!
Open the door, Dylan!
Open the fuckin' door!
Dylan, get the door open!
Ma! - Will you stop?
You're wreckin' the fuckin' gaff! - Shut up!
Look what he done to me!
Are you happy now? You've turned another son against me!
Dylan! You better open this fuckin' door!
Dylan! I'll break it down!
I'm gonna count to three!
One! Two!
I'm not fuckin' here!
Come here, you little spoiled bollocks, you!
Shit. - Get in here!
I'll break your fuckin' neck, you little bollocks, you!
Run.
Come on!
Dylan!
You better go back.
Have you gone mad? - He's not after you.
Well, after breaking that kitchen window and burstin' them pipes,
I'm gonna be reefed out of it too.
What are you gonna do? What areyougonna do?
Don't know. I'm not goin' back there.
I have this.
What really happened to him? - You know what happened to him. He ran off.
That's not what everybody says.
What do they say? That your dad killed him.
He killed him, Dylan. Everybody knows.
He dumped him in the canal.
Look, they just had a big scrap. Dad battered Barry. No one got killed, all right?
Well, where's Barry now? He wouldn't have just run off and never come back.
Somethin' must've happened to him.
He lives in a squat on Gardiner Street.
Edna Kelly met him in the town one time.
Why didn't you say that before?
'Cause he said he didn't want anybody to know.
Why don't we go stay with him? He'd let us.
I don't know. It's about two years since I seen him.
What would you wanna go stay with him for anyway?
What the fuck else are we gonna do? Go home? - No.
Get bleedin' killed for wreckin' your gaff?
We're goin'.
Hey, come here!
Give us a lift, mister!
What? - Give us a lift, mister!
No passengers allowed!
Come on! - What?
Jump it! - You're off your head. You'll never make that.
Come on! - Hey! No!
Hey, come on.
That's a good jump, but you're not allowed on this vessel.
It's against Inland Waterway Insurance Regulation.
Come on, Dylan! - No, please! No more jumping!
Come on!
Come on, Dylan!
No passengers!
Jump! Jump, you little bollocks!
Oh, you fancied gettin' soaked, Dylan?
Thanks, mister. - Hey, you gave me no choice.
Is that loco? Aah!
Where are we going? I'm taking the dredger to the basin.
Is that near Gardiner Street?
I don't know.
Maybe. I only live here a few months.
So you come with me now? Yeah.
I thought you said no passengers.
Put this on. You'll be my assistant.
Do... a monkey.
A monkey? A monkey.
Okay, I'll-- I'll do the monkey.
Okay.
Go do that.
Okay? You make the monkey say--
Is it tight?
Okay, now let go. Let go. I'm throwing it in the water.
Get away! No!
Hey!
Aah! You are a bastard!
[ Man ] What?
You can't do this. Stop it right now.
So, your name is Dylan, eh? - Yeah.
That's the best name, eh?
How is it the best name? - Well, it's like Bob.
Bob who? - Hey, come on. Bob Dylan.
Who the fuck is that? - What?
He's a singer. - He's not a singer.
He's more like a musical god.
So? - So?
So, it's a big thing to be called like Bob Dylan.
So?
Hear this.
♪ It was in another lifetime One of toil and blood ♪
♪ When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud ♪
♪ I came in from the wilderness A creature void of form ♪
♪ "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" ♪
♪ 'Twas in another lifetime One of toil and blood ♪
♪ When blackness was a virtue The road was full of mud ♪
♪ I came in from the wilderness A creature void of form ♪
♪ "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" ♪
What was that?
♪ And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured ♪
♪ I'll always do my best for her On that I give my word ♪
♪ In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm ♪
♪ "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" ♪
♪ Not a word was spoke between us ♪
♪ There was little risk involved ♪
♪ Everything up to that point had been left unresolved ♪
♪ Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm ♪
♪ "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" ♪
♪ I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail ♪
♪ Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail ♪
♪ Hunted like a crocodile Ravaged in the corn ♪
♪ "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" ♪
So, here we are.
n ♪
Six euro, please.
There. Thanks very much. Happy Christmas.
Come on, you fucking idiot.
Happy Christmas, mister. See you. Happy Christmas.
Like? No.
♪ Nobody feels any pain ♪
♪ Tonight as I stand inside the rain ♪
♪ Everybody knows ♪ - You're shite.
♪ That Baby's got new clothes ♪
♪ But lately I-- ♪
Play somethin' we know, will you?
You don't even give money.
Shite, sh-shi-shi-shite.
These guys.
You sing with me? - Yeah, go on.
What song you like?
Did you ever heard of Bob Dylan?
Ah, yes, Dylan.
Very good. - His name's Dylan.
♪ Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement ♪
Do you know this?
Okay. I sing, you learn.
♪ Falsely now ♪ Come on, mister, give me some money.
♪ The hour is getting late ♪
♪ Mama's in the factory She ain't got no shoes ♪
♪ Daddy's in the alley He's looking for the fuse ♪
Bob Dylan, live on stage.
Your name Bob Dylan? Just Dylan.
This for you. I have to go.
Guitar lesson in 10 minutes. - What about our share?
I was collecting the money for you. Where's my share of it?
All he said that was, he was squattin' in a house on Gardiner Street.
How're we gonna know which one?
We'll just try them all. How many houses can there be on one street?
Excuse me, mister. Is this a squat?
Is this a squat?n
A squat?n
Do you know Barry Dunne?
Is Barry Dunne there? - Is Barry Dunne there?
Barry Dunne?
Do you know Barry Dunne?
Hey, do you know Barry Dunne? - He used to live here.
They threw him out about six months ago. For what?
Fighting.
Do you know where he went? - He moved over the road.
Down the other end. Number 68, I think.
Thanks. [ Dylan ] Nice one, mister.
[ Kylie ] Hello?
Hello?
Excuse me, how are you? Does Barry Dunne live there?
No, but the boy live in that flat, I think he was Barry.
Big scar on his lip? Yes.
He was fighting with a man on the stairs.
Police came to arrest him. Then I saw him on the street sleeping in boxes.
What street? At the river.
Are you his friends? - He's me brother.
Oh. I hope you find him.
Sorry, I'm-- I'm busy.
Fuck it. That's it, so.
Come on, we go down and look. She said at the river.
Ah, Kylie, forget about it, will you?
He's out in the streets. We're never gonna find him now.
He's not much use to us anyways. He can't even find himself a gaff.
Maybe she's talkin' about a different person.
Another Barry Dunne? - Maybe she remembered his name wrong.
She said he had a scar on his lip. It's him. Why don't you just admit it?
It's not him. We can still find him. And he's gonna help us.
He's not gonna help us. He's gone.
And you're off your head if you think you're gonna find him now.
He's probably in one of these other houses that we haven't knocked on yet.
See you, hon.
Mmm.
Is Barry Dunne there?
How you lose your brother?
He ran away two year ago.
Said if he didn't, he'd end up killin' me dad,
and the prick wasn't worth goin' to jail over.
He'd kill his own father? Yeah.
We will too. We hate the fucker.
But you go to jail. We'd make it look like an accident.
Anyway, they can't put you into jail till you're 18.
And your girlfriend? What would she think?
Excuse me. Do you know Barry Dunne? No, sorry.
She's not me girlfriend.
What about your mother? I'll be savin' her.
Your man was a bit old for you.
I like old. Old has money.
So you kiss him for money? No.
He is kind to me, and I have nothing to give him. Only kisses.
When you kiss, you give or you take.
See?
For you.
I give you luck.
Do you guys know Barry Dunne? Don't know him.
Do you know Barry Dunne?
They didn't know him. He's gone, Kylie.
He was never able to look after himself without me ma around.
Come on and we get some dinner. I haven't got any more money.
I thought you had loads. I did, but we spent it, didn't we?
Those bleedin' wheelies didn't come cheap, you know.
It's time to go home. - I'm not goin' home, Dylan.
And you promised you wouldn't leave me out here.
I never said that. - You did, and you're only a prick if you go now.
I'm the one's gonna get killed. I don't know what you're so bleedin' worried about.
Your big sis? Ah, so fuckin' what.
We're both in as much trouble now for runnin' off.
They'll be glad to get you back. You'll be grand.
I thought we were runnin' away. I thought you said you were gonna stay with me...
after me savin' you from your dad gonna kick the bollocks off you.
If you wanna go back to that, then fuck off home, Dylan. I'm going to find Barry.
And I'm not goin' back to that bleedin' kip, no matter what you do.
You don't even know Barry. You were only eight when he ran off.
Say what you like. I'm not goin' back.
But I'm starvin'. - So nick somethin'.
We have to go home.
Fine. Go home, you bastard.
Fine. I will.
Are you sleepin' here tonight? [ Man ] You're mad.
The minute I hit 29 euro I'm goin' in the hostel.
You got any change?
Do you know Barry Dunne?
Who? Ah, nothin'.
Here, get lost will you? You're crampin' me style.
Nobody will give me anything with you sittin' there in that jacket.
Shut up, you. Better than that manky yoke you're wearin'.
How's it goin'? All right.
Don't mind me. Hey, Joe.
Do you have somewhere to stay tonight? Where's your family?
We have some nice warm soup.
Would you like to have some while we ask you a few questions?
Leave her, lads. She's grand. She's keeping me company.
If we get your details, we might be able to help you find a bed tonight.
Send me home, you mean. I'm not tellin' you nothin'.
Here, have some soup anyway.
What's your name? I'm Catherine.
Ah, look, there's me dad.
n
There's always someonento curse at you, you know?
We just want to knownthey're okay, Adrian.
Kylie's mother, Carol Anne, nis in ribbons.
With all these pervertsngoin' around,
and that little girl goin'nmissin' out in Cabra last week.
I know. I can only imaginenhow you must feel this evening.
Can I ask Dylan's dad--nNoel, is it? How are you, Noel?
N[ Noel On Radio ] That's right. How are you?nI'm grand thanks, Noel.
You're welcome to FM 104.n
The hearts of the people ofnDublin are with you tonight.
n
Has anything like this ever happened before? - No, never.
So what do you thinknhappened like today?
To be honest with you, Adrian, I had a few cross wordsnwith him this morning.
So I think the boy decidednto get back at me for that.
Well, it doesn't matternabout that, Adrian.
We don't care about that.nWe just want him home, now.
All right, let me focus innon his friends for a second.
Did they have any ideawhere he might he mightnhave gone?
nHe doesn't have any friends.
He doesn't have any friends?nAll 11-year-olds have friends.
No, he doesn't. He spends allnhis time on his own, Adrian,
playin' these bleedin'ncomputer games.
The kids up heregive him a hard time, nbecause he's too quiet.
It sounds from whatnI'm hearing here this evening...
he finally found a friendin this young girl, Kylie, nhe's gone off with.
Let me bring in, um, nAnita on line three.
You're on FM 104, Anita.nHow are you?
I know that family and it'snno wonder that child ran off.
His older brotherran away two years agonand never came back.
Who are you?nYou don't know me!
Everyone on the lawnsnsees you fallin' in drunk...
terrorizin' your fuckin' kids--nExcuse the language, Adrian.
He had a lovely son, a few years older than Dylan--nChased him out of the house.
n
Hey!
Kylie. Kylie.
Shut up, will you?
What are you doing? That man's after you.
Shut up, or you'll get us caught.
Hide.
I see your face!
He's lying. How can he see our face? It's pitch dark.
No. That's the way they talk.
He means he seen me face.
If I see you again, little girl, I call the police!
Don't move.
I catch you next time.
It's goin' hard.
I know, yeah. Sorry.
What are you thinkin' about? I don't know.
About me?
No, I don't know. It just goes like that by itself.
Yeah, I know.
How do you know?
Me uncle made me put his in me mouth.
What?
Did you let him?
I was so scared, I just did what he told me.
Why didn't you tell someone?
He said they wouldn't believe me.
I'm not goin' back.
Okay.
Do you have hot rolls? You got money?
No money? No.
Where's that picture the busker gave you?
It's him. Who?
Your man, Bob Dylan.
Come on.
Hey, mister, are you Bob Dylan?
Who are you? Kylie Lawless.
His name is Dylan.
Yeah?
Good name you got there, Dylan.
So, what you doin', kids?
Bit late to be out. We're after runnin' away.
Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I know that feelin'.
Do you?
I've been runnin' away all my life.
What are you runnin' away from?
Myself mostly.
Same as everyone, I guess.
Thirty seconds, Mr. Dylan.
Kylie, Dylan, you want a beer?
Yes, please.
Don't forget, kid.
Ladies first.
Merry Christmas.
Hey, Bob Dylan just got us a beer.
♪ I got this graveyard woman You know, she ♪
n ♪ Keeps my kids ♪
♪ But my soulful mama You know she ♪
n ♪ Keeps me hid ♪
Yous are shite.♪ She's a junkyard angel and she ♪
Thanks, son. I'm not your fuckin' son.
Is it not past your bedtime?n ♪
It's past everyone else's. Why don't you play when people can hear you?
'Cause yous are shite.
Do you not know any Bob Dylan?
Who's that? He's a fuckin' musical god, you dopey cunts!
Yoo-hoo!
♪ Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I'm ♪
n ♪ Lost on the river bridge ♪
♪ I'm all cracked up on the highway and ♪
♪ Standing on the water's edge ♪
Want a box of chocolates?
Yeah. I'll take all out the chocolates and you can take the box.
I wouldn't even think that, but you would.
I just take the boxes. Take them out.
Take all the boxes!
Oh, yeah! Oh! Oh, yeah!
Oh, my God.
The sackman.
Shut up, Kylie. Will you? I already told you about the sackman.
If you talk about him again, I'm goin' home.
Why? Am I scarin' you?
You're scarin' yourself.
Look, there's loads of boxes down there.
We can use them to kip under. That's how all the winos do it.
How would you kill him? It's not easy to kill a grown man, Dylan.
Especially if you haven't got a gun.
I'd stab him. Stabbin' wouldn't kill him.
Well, then, I'll bang him on the head with a hammer. Yeah, sure you would.
Or drop somethin' on his head from the bathroom window.
What would you drop? A flowerpot.
That wouldn't kill him. It would just knock him out for a few hours.
I'd kill him when he's knocked out.
How would you kill him while he's knocked out?
I'd stand on his throat and hold his nose.
What about his mouth?
It wouldn't work out because I'd be standin' on his throat.
You're out very late. - So?
You workin'? - What?
You want to go for a drive?
No.
What'd they say to you? - Nothin'.
Dylan! Dylan! Dylan!
Dylan! Get off-- Get off of her!
No!
Dylan! Go on!
Go!
Cops! Cops! Get that fuckin' head down!
Help! Help me!
Help!
Go on!
Help!
I said down!
Throw the fucking kid off!
Let me go! - Help!
Oh, shit!
Help!
Go! Go! Go on!
Help!
No! No!
Get over!
Let go of me!
Aah! Stop!
Let go of me!
Stay there! Stay there!
Help!
You shit!
I seen your face. - Doesn't matter.
Why not?
Because you won't be able to tell anyone...
when you're lying on the bottom of the canal in a black sack.
Dylan!
Aah!
Dylan!
Ohh!
What the fuck is going on out here?
Whoa! Mike!
Get them fuckin' kids out of here!
What the fuck?
It's okay. We're okay.
How'd you do that?
Just closed me eyes and went for it. It's all I had to give you.
You what?
The kiss.
No, you fuckin' idiot. Hangin' onto the car.
How'd you do that? Oh.
Just closed me eyes and went for it.
That was the best thing I ever seen.
Even better than you falling into the canal.
How'd you do with the kiss, you dope?
You're me fella now.
I know.
After that, I'm never lettin' you go.
Whoo! Yeah!
Kylie.
What?
I think that lad was the sackman.
I thought you said there was no such thing as the sackman.
He said he was going to throw me in a canal in a sack.
The sackman doesn't throw you in the canal, Dylan. He smashes you.
Besides, he couldn't have been the sackman. He had a friend.
The sackman doesn't have friends.
Yeah, I know. I'm only buzzin' with you.
The two of them were just dirty old pricks fiddlin' with their mickeys,
like that other filthy fucker.
We're not goin' back, are we? Not even after that?
Especially after that. That just shows we can look out for each other.
Do like Barry done, never go home.
Do what Barry done? Look what happened to him. The street bleedin' swallowed him up.
We can look out for each other.
You were right though. There is no devil.
Just people.
Just wait and I'll flatten them out.
It's grand. I just need to close me eyes for a second.
That's what me ma always says.
But then she falls asleep anyway.
Lie down here beside me, will you?
Smell of piss.
Thanks for saving me. You saved me first.
And I'll save you again.
And I'd save you again.
Next time that bastard Maurice comes near me,
I'm gonna chop his bollocks off.
I know you will. I'll help you.
Kyl?
What? What is it?
What the fuck's goin' on?
What is that, a rat?
Some shit.
Is it him?
No. But it may as well be.