Christy

Where's my brother?

Where?

Come on!

Fucking bin bag. Fucking serious boy.

Do you have any idea what you've thrown away, boy?

You're never gonna get a foster home like that again.

It's been a long time since you've been up the north side, boy.

Come on.

[Cartoon caterpillars speaking indistinctly]

Yeah, I know, but, like,

you could come see us, too, you know?

Alright, okay. Yeah. Bye.

Hi. -Alright?

-Yeah. -How was work?

Yeah, shit.

Hi. Hi. -Sit down there.

I made your favourite -- the Shane special.

- -I'm not hungry.

You alright, Christy?

Yeah, I'm grand.

-Did you put out the bed for him, Shane?

Yeah.

You gonna eat your Bolognese?

-Why is she still up? -She's in our room tonight.

We can just put her down with us.

-She's overtired. She's just staring at the phone.

-I'll put her to bed so. -Stop, will you?

You know she won't settle with you.

-She'll be grand. Just sit down.

The food's done anyway. -

-Shh. You eat. I'll put her down.

Shh, shh, shh. It's okay.

[Dogs barking in distance and children playing]

It's only a few weeks.

Stace.

He'll be 18 then.

-And what happens him then, Shane?

Mm.

[R 'n' B music playing in background]

-Yeah, I went down there. There was no one there.

He's painted like a tiger, Mam!

He looks like a fucking dope.

The party is actually on next Saturday.

You've got it wrong.

You're after making me trek all the ways down to Leisureplex

the fucking party isn't even on.

[Indistinct conversations, music playing]

[Indistinct conversations continue]

-Come on, boy! Bonfire Night's in two weeks,

and we've collected fuck all.

Get up off your arse, you lazy prick!

Can you shut your mouth?

-Who's gonna shut it for me? You?

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

-Leona, get off the phone and help us!

Go away, you mog.

Jordan broke up with ya,

so I don't know who you're talking to!

Here. Give us a hand there, will you?

You robbing shit?

-No, we're collecting for the Bonna Night, you clown.

-Just lift that pallet out for us.

-I nearly have it out. Come on.

Here, can I have the end of your fag?

-Come on. What I tell you about smoking?

You have to give that shit up, man.

-Lads, would you leave him alone?

See you later.

-You're Shane's brother, aren't you?

I am, yeah.

-Yeah, I heard you were staying with him. I'm the one that minds Charli.

Are you on Facebook?

-Yeah. -Add me there sure.

Leona Hegarty.

-Ah, look at Leona trying to crack onto him already.

You weirdo!

-Would you go away with your pallet, ye babies?

-Good luck getting a ride, Leona.

-You shut up. That's my sister!

- Ignore them. They're actually gomies.

The only reason I wanted to say to you is cos I do raffles and stuff like that.

And we have a rake of drink going this week.

We have two slabs of Coors Light,

a slab of Budweiser, slab of Carlsberg, bottle of Bacardi,

bottle of Malibu,

bottle of Gordon's Pink Gin, bottle of Jager,

and a slab of Bulmers. It's only a fiver.

-I actually don't have cash on me.

-Well, the numbers aren't out until Tuesday,

so you can give me the cash before then.

I've numbers 14, 31, 44 and 47 free.

Which one do you want?

Well, give us number 47.

-47 for... What's your name again?

-Christy. -Shane's brother, Christy.

Nice one. Alright, I gotta head there.

Welcome back, anyway. Tell Stacey I said hi.

-I will. -Robot!

I'm going in there. Do not get caught.

I'll fucking break your neck.

You would in your fuck.

-Gerard boy, what's happening? -Shane, great to see you.

You flat out at the moment?

-Jesus, you have no idea, boy. 44 cases I have.

And they keep trying to give me more, too.

Stop, boy.

Come here.

Look at you, huh?

This place is smashing.

A real home, Shane.

The foster parents, they're not gonna press charges.

Thank fuck for that.

Look, Gerard, he can't live with us.

Okay? This has to be temporary.

Stacey has enough on her plate as is with Charli.

Fucking bate, boy.

Hi, Christy.

-How are we? -How are you, boy?

Grand.

-I was Shane's aftercare worker as well.

I told you that, didn't I?

Yeah, you did.

-Now, Christy, we need to sort you out with a plan,

and we need to sort it today.

I've been looking at some of the temporary accommodation that we have.

Like a residential centre?

No, no way, boy.

Nah, Gerard, he's not going into one of them.

He'll drown in there.

-It's completely different these days. Trust me.

-Nah, he should be in with a family, boy.

He's always been in with a family.

That's what's best. -Okay.

I'll look at families. Alright?

But it's not that simple.

Christy is going to be 18 in a few weeks.

There aren't many families that will take someone of his age.

Now, we haven't even talked about the main thing.

You can't use any of our services

unless you're going on to do a course or a trade.

Working with me today, kid.

Come on. Get up!

I love this colour boy.

It's real therapeutic, isn't it?

Eggshell blue, boy. Stuff of dreams, this.

I might even fucking paint my room this colour, boy.

-Christy, will you grab my tea, will ya?

Get us one of them too, la, will ya?

Two sugars.

Come here, boy. When are you and me gonna go out again?

Come over next weekend, watch the fights or something?

-Nah, boy. I got her. And I got this fella as well.

Stressed out of me head.

-Boy, I never fucking see you. All we do nowadays is paint.

-If you want to ask Stacey, then be my fucking guest.

But you can ask her. -I will ask Stacey.

I'm a charming cunt, boy.

If I ask her, she'll let you go.

-You just don't want any gaps in between the wall or the socket

because then the paint will run down.

And then you just want the second one.

That's right, boy. Go on.

It's unreal. Look at that.

You're a born painter.

-Did you enjoy it, though, Christy?

Jaysus, boy. You were some going on the brush earlier.

You must have been watching "Mary Poppins," were ya?

Unbelievable technique. I've never seen it like that.

Fucking

Take off your shoes.

You can have a shower first, but I'm bursting for a piss.

-Did you show him how to use it?

Yeah!

-Sorry about the shower, Christy.

It's such a piece of shit.

Nah, it's grand.

-I see you had a proper one in Ballincollig, did you?

It was alright.

[Indistinct conversations on television]

-Oh, my God. These English lads will wreck your head.

How was work?

Trevor's some langball, isn't he?

-Yeah. He's alright.

You weren't bad today.

-And I wasn't fucking good either.

-You should have seen Trevor when he first started to paint.

Paint everywhere.

He might as well have been painting the fucking floor, boy.

Nah, come again Monday.

Get you out of the house.

Where'd you get the chain?

It was Mam's.

Sure you probably have loads of stuff belonged to her, do you?

Nah.