What Richard Did Page #3

So, any women in your life?

- I'm very close to my mum.

- Come on.

I'm a bit sick

Of all the silly stuff, Liv.

At 18?

- There he is now.

- Hey, good to see you.

What's going on?

- I'm glad you could make it.

- Thanks for having us.

- What's the water like'?

- It's f***ing Baltic.

Look what the tide washed in

- Hey, Mum.

Did you enjoy the free gaff?

- Yeah, can't complain.

Hello, beautiful son.

Hey, old mu.

This looks fantastic

I think that's mine, actually.

- I remember you buying it.

Take it easy on them brews,

you're putting on weight.

One beer's not gonna do him any harm

It's the boy refusing a drink

that he's competing against

I know that boy. That's the boy

without friends, isn't it'?

Skol!

Cheers, Peter. I've spent

six years teaching him to be a winner.

Success is good. I like success.

Failure's not an option

- That's ii.

Failure's not an option,

it's a certainty.

- Here we go.

It is, at some point, for most people

it makes them human

- It's true.

Very deep, that. All those

long winter nights back in the day'?

A Scandinavian thing, I reckon

- Big Scandinavian...

No, it's not a Scandinavian thing.

It's just a manic depressive thing.

- Skol.

- Slainte

- Slainte

- Skol.

Come on.

Dad, it is not warm out here. Alright?

It's not warm today.

- I thought you played rugby.

- I do play rugby.

Thai doesn't mean

I like the f***ing cold.

Come on.

Yeah! Way to go, son

You'll make a singer

out of me yet, Dad.

- What?

You'll make a singer out of me yet

Well, I'm not staying long.

Thanks very much, cheers.

See you again.

So, remind me, Richard.

Why are we here?

Because Conor's a team-male of mine

and that means something, Eimear.

- Ml Fight yeah.

- Alright?

God, what is it with GAA jerseys?

They're always so f***ing rank.

It's like they deliberately pick

the foulest shade of each color.

Could you guys say it

any f***ing louder?

- Hey, man, how's it going?

- Hey.

- Alright?

For the day.

- Cheers.

- Happy birthday.

- Good to see you.

- Yeah, you, mo.

- Mr H, how are you?

- How's it going, son'!

Will you have a pint?

- I won't, I won't.

- Richard. - Mrs Harris.

You're looking great.

Go on! Chug! chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

- 0-8-5-0-1-D-7-7-7-7.

- Sorry?

- It's my number.

- You're mm.

Zero-8-5...

- Richard, you're so mu 01 sh*t

- I am.

But I'm gonna tell you my number

again. If you remember it, great.

If you don't

Fine, but my

memory's like a sieve.

- Hey, how's it going?

Never better. It's my birthday, right?

- How are you, Lara?

- Good.

- Super-Rich?

- I'm good, man.

- I thought you weren't drinking.

- Yeah, me too.

Conor, easy.

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