Once

(drumroll)

(rousing orchestral

fanfare playing)

(fanfare ends)

# Well, the healing has begun #

# I want you to put on

your pretty summer dress, yeah #

# You can wear

your Easter clothes #

# Sunday bonnet

and all the rest #

# But I want to make love

to you, yes, yes, yes, yes #

# Well, the healing

has begun... #

(clapping in time)

# Well, the healing

has begun. #

F***in' deadly

you are, mate.

Don't f***in...

I'm just trying me lace, man,

you know what I mean?

I swear to you, you

f***ing go near that,

I'm after

you right straight away.

- So f*** off. right?

- Hell, I'm just trying my

f***in' lace and everything.

F***'s sake.

Look here. Here.

Play us "Aslan" will ya?

All right, mate,

you're f***in' rapid, you are.

- Thanks.

- (coughs)

# Oh, yeah, la-la #

# Hmm-mm... #

- Hold that will you?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

(breathing heavily)

Anton, f***ing hell, man.

- Come on, give me that.

- (gasps)

Give me the case.

What are you f***ing at, man?

For f***'s sake.

- I'm...

- What are you at, man?

I'm sorry, man,

I'm just f***ing dying sick,

man, you know what I mean?

Here, I'll go

on and help you.

- Oh, f***.

- There's all your money.

I'm just dying

sick and all.

Look, there's 20 cent.

Look it.

Look, don't f***ing rob me.

I'm down there trying to f***ing

make a living like anyone else.

The two of us is on

the same team, man.

I'm sorry, right,

I'm sorry, man.

But you're right.

You're rapid, you are.

You want money, just f***ing,

just ask me for it.

Don't have me chase you all

the way up the street for it.

Want to give us that

fiver then, do ya?

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Here.

How's your ma?

She's dead, man.

Well, how's your old fella?

Fair play to ya, right?

I'll see you later,

all right.

Look, there's two euros, look.

Fair play to ya, right?

See you, good luck, man.

(acoustic guitar playing)

# Scratching

at the surface now #

# And I'm trying hard

to work it out #

# And so much has gone

misunderstood #

# And this mystery

only leads to doubt #

# And I didn't understand #

# When you reached out

to take my hand #

# And if you have

something to say#

# You'd better say it now #

# 'Cause this is

what you've waited for#

# Your chance to even up

the score #

# And as these shadows fall #

# On me now I'll win somehow #

# Yeah #

# 'Cause I'm picking up

a message, Lord #

# That I'm closer

than I've ever been before #

# So if you have something

to say #

# Say it to me now#

# Just say it to me now, now #

# Oh, oh #

# 0h #

# 0h. #

(muffled clapping)

Thanks.

Ten cents

brilliant. Thanks.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

Big Issue?

Can't afford it.

This song you just play,

you write it?

Working on it.

It's not an established song?

No, it's not an

established song.

How come you don't play it

during daytime?

I see you every day.

You know, during the day, people

want to hear songs they know,

just songs that they recognize.

I mean, otherwise,

I wouldn't make any money.

I play these songs at night.

They wouldn't listen.

I listen.

Yeah, but you gave me ten cents.

You do it

for money then?

Why don't you

get a job

in a shop?

I have a job in a shop.

Listen, I'm going to get

back to this, yeah?

Nice to meet you.

Who'd you write that song

for, please?

No one.

Bullshit.

Where is she?

She's gone.

She's dead?

No, she's not dead, she's gone.

You love her still?

Jesus, man.

(inaudible)

You're over her.

Rubbish.

No one who would write

this song is over her.

I'm telling you.

You play this marvelous song

to her, you get her back.

I don't want her back.

I see.

What shop you work in?

I work in a Hoover repair shop.

A Hoover?

You know, like a vacuum cleaner.

Whhzzz.

You fix vacuum cleaners?

I do.

I have a broken vacuum cleaner.

- You fix it for me?

- Yeah.

I bring it tomorrow then?

Okay.

This is great.

Tomorrow?

Right.

- Okay, bye.

- Good luck.

(strumming guitar)

# You have broken me

all the way down #

# Down upon my knees #

# And you have broken me

all the way now #

(music continues)

(phone ringing)

Hi. This is Catherine.

Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

# I'll be far to sea #

(music continues)

That job's ready

for collection now, Dad.

Okay, son.

I'm going to head into town.

Should I turn this

around for you?

What'll I get for dinner?

The fish, maybe.

(music continues)

Hello.

How are you? How's it going?

I bring you my Hoover.

(fades)

All right.

What's wrong with it?

It is f***ed.

It doesn't suck up

the dirt.

Well, listen, there's

nothing I can do,

I don't have any of my

tools or nothing with me.

I'm going on me break now.

Can you bring it in

tomorrow or something?

Well, no, I bring it today.

- You, you...

- Yeah, but there's nothing

I can do with it, love,

I don't have

me tools, or...

It's like I have

to bring it home.

If I come on break, you have

a look at it at least?

Yeah, but you

don't understand.

I come with you, then?

For lunch?

Yeah, all right.

- Yes, we go together?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

- You hungry?

- I'm always hungry.

So you know a bit

about music then?

My father used to play in

the orchestra back at home.

He played violin.

But he got arthritis then,

and he killed himself.

Really?

But before he go, he teach me

how to play piano.

"It's not so hard

on the fingers" he said.

Do you get to play much?

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