Life's a Breeze Page #3
- Come on.
Come on.
To be honest, I'm not sure
I believe any of this.
I mean, you must have changed
your mattress over all those years.
Four times.
When the euro came in,
I took pounds to the bank
every day for six months.
And when were you
going to tell us
about these extensive savings?
I wasn't going to tell you.
It must be a wind-up.
threw out all her junk.
Can you actually imagine
if there was a million
euro in it? Ha.
Jim? Arthur in?
Yeah, he's sitting there.
See if we can grab his keys
from on the bar.
- Was he there?
- No.
Might have gone out for a smoke.
Didn't see him outside.
Jeez, that's brutal, isn't it?
- Three-nil.
- Yeah.
Give us a packet of them crisps
there, will you, Jim?
What do you want Arthur for?
Nothing.
Just looking for him.
Aw, f*** it, Jim.
Bollocks!
What the hell are you doing?
- Get out of that van.
- Sorry, Arthur.
We threw out something
We thought you might
still have it in the van.
You'd want to wise up.
Sorry.
Where did you dump it?
Aw, come on, man.
I apologized, okay?
Gimme me keys.
Where did you offload it?
The recycling depot
in Ring's End.
Okay.
Okay, great.
Thanks, Arthur.
Cheers.
I'll make it up to you!
I'll buy you a pint, right?
- What if there's a guard dog?
Why would they be guarding
a load of rubbish?
It's worth a lot.
You'd be surprised.
They sell it to the Chinese.
I wonder how much
they pay for old mattresses.
Well, are we going
to do something or what?
- I'm not getting over that.
- Needn't bother.
Everything's cleared. They must
have already sent it on.
Where, Colm, to where
have they sent it?
Some sort
of sorting facility I suppose.
You suppose.
I'll go in and talk
to them in the morning.
- Monday morning.
- It's a bank holiday.
Tuesday morning.
Don't worry,
Colm will find it on Tuesday.
Colm is sick.
He couldn't find
a wife or a job.
How's he going to find
my life savings?
All right, go on!
- He will.
- Mmm.
Oh, oh!
- God help me!
- I'll hold you.
Get your hands off me arse.
- Do you want help or not?
- Bollocks!
I hate Sundays.
Why do you want it back?
It's got sentimental value.
Dad used to sleep
on it with her.
Oh.
Happy memories, huh?
Just let it go, love.
It'll be filthy by now.
It'll be no use to you.
Yeah, she's superstitious, too.
Probably easiest
just to find it.
Oh.
Well, if you put it
in the right container,
It's probably gone to landfill
via the depot by now.
People put mattresses
all over the shop here.
Rubble, timber,
damaged furniture,
pre-loved furniture.
Reusable.
Either way it's probably
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