Stand Off Page #2

open when you're up there.

Their das are robbing shops.

We don't know how

the hell they're doing it.

Remember, you're a policeman,

not a social worker.

- I'm both.

- Bollocks.

If he ever found out about you,

I think he'd kill himself.

God will guide us, Mommy.

[Window squeaks]

[Crying]

Where were you?

I got a day's work at the bakery.

For you.

Take it.

Mwah.

I'm late. I need to go.

JIMBO:
Okay. Look.

Got your favorite.

Hello. Hello, wee one.

All right, I've got to go.

Um, okay.

Bye, love.

Sorry I was late.

- [Dog barking]

- [Hammering]

Hey, quick. Go, lads.

Hey, Mary Ellen!

The bloody peelers is here again.

Will you get rid of them quick,

before you get us all arrested?

Sure, it's only

the wee community man.

He's a lovely wee boy,

wouldn't harm a fly.

Good morning, officer.

- Good morning.

- Where are you taking them today, then?

We're taking them to the track.

Oh, they need a wee bit of money,

you know, for a wee bet.

[Laughs]

No, not the horse track, ma'am.

Track and field.

For athletics.

[Laughs]

Jesus.

And here was me thinking

you were taking them

to the races.

[Laughs]

Hurry! Come on, boys!

- Come on!

- [Yelling]

Don't make

the nice policeman wait.

Hey, Ma, give us some money.

Sure, I've no money on me.

It's all free, anyway. Go on.

Get in there.

Have a lovely day.

See ya.

RANDALL:

Let's go, lads.

Community, me arse.

They're only up here snooping.

Shut you up.

[Yelling]

Where am I going to get five grand

by the weekend?

[Siren passing]

I know where

you'll get it, easy.

Where?

Whole Lotta Sole.

The fish market tomorrow.

They'll have a fortune.

What, rob the fish market?

Yeah.

How do you know?

I used to work there.

I mean, everybody knows fish shops

in Catholic districts

make a fortune on a Friday.

They have tons of money

in the office

with just one guard working.

Yeah, but there'll be a lot

of people working there as well.

You can't exactly rob

somewhere like that

with a knife or a hammer.

I have what you need.

JIMBO:
Like what?

The heavy gear.

Bollocks.

[Gasps]

[Muffled cry]

[Chain rattles]

MAD DOG:
You ever done

any welding, Jimbo?

[Jimbo panting]

I used to be a spot-welder

at the shipyard.

[Gas hissing]

Wonderful thing,

will cut through anything.

Where's my five grand, Jimbo?

I don't have it,

but I swear I'll get it to you.

F*** off.

You couldn't get 10 to me.

You do have something that I want.

Not want, Jimbo.

Have to have.

What? What is it?

I want that wee boy of yours.

My son?

Aye. You see,

I need a child for my Doris.

She has a woman's thing,

and I've...

What the f***

am I telling you for?

She needs a child.

You have a child.

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