"Kylie, take this young one out in the pram, will ya?" "I'll do it later, Ma." "Ya little bollocks!" "Ya dirty little bollocks!" "I'm gonna give you one more chance, then I'm going to smash your fuckin face in." "Do ya hear me?" "Ya bastard!" "Fuckin' piece of shit!" "Dylan!" "Were you messing with that toaster?" " Why aren't you in school?" " It's Christmas holidays, Da." " Already?" " Yeah." " Well get out and play." " I'm doing this." "Get out and play!" "." "How're ya Dylan?" "Here Dylan!" "Come here." " What?" " Come here." "What?" "Would ya ever go and fuck off!" "What are you going to be when you grow up?" "Ya must want to be something." "Once I don't have to live with that prick I don't care." "At least he's not locked up." "He should be." "If you don't decide you'll end up being nothing and then you'll have to live in a kip like this." "I'm not marrying ya if we have to live in a kip like this." "I'm only messing, you know I will." "Sorry." "Are ya okay?" "It's heavier than it looks, isn't it." "Will I get you some ice?" "I will." "Where ya going with them peas?" "I need them for dinner." "I'll bring them back." " Will ya watch where you're fuckin' going!" " You watch where you're fuckin' going!" "For Jesus' sake." "It's Christmas." "Be nice to your sister, will ya?" "She ran into me!" "Ya thick!" "The Sack Man's a real man, ya know." "He's not made up." "He goes round at night lookin for kids that are out late and puts them in his sack and swings it over his head and smashes it on a car or wall or lampost or the ground even til they're dead and then he leaves them where everybody would think it was an accident." "And if he can't find a kid, he does it to a cat or a dog to keep in practise." "That's why you sometimes see dead cats on the road." "That's just a story to make you come in at night." "It's not." "He's real." "Maybe that's what happened to your brother maybe the Sack Man got him." "Barry got some sense, that's all that happened him, got the fuck away from that prick." "That's not what happened, Dylan." "Here's the news, my girlie." "Auld yokes make things up to control you the Sack Man, Santa, God." "They're just there to scare you, they're not real." "What about the devil?" "Made up." "I seen the Sack Man, Dylan." "One night out me window, I seen him rooting in our bin." "Kylie, will ya take this bleedin' child out!" "She needs her walk." "Needs her walk." "I'm the one that does all the bleedin' walkin." "Plug it in, will ya?" "See ya Dylan." "Give them peas back to me Ma when you're finished with them, will ya?" "...they're for the dinner." "Give Carol Ann back her peas." "Now!" "What's wrong with your head?" "Kylie dropped her stick on me." "How're ya Kylie." "Did ya g'off with Dylan yet?" "Shut up, Belinda." " 's got a big mickey, has he?" " Did ya ride him?" "Piss off, will ya's?" " Did ya give him a blowey?" " Do you want a dig in the head, d'ya?" "They fuck off on ya if you're not doing the business." "Like you'd know." " Is your Da back?" " Yeah, he came in this morning." " I don't need to ask whether he got the tree." " No he didn't." "Hey Dylan!" "Kylie wants to know will ya give her a lick out!" " You said you'd get the tree this morning." " Is the morning over yet?" "Oh ok, you're gonna get it, 're ya?" "Sorry." "I thought you were sitting in getting locked." "Stop fuckin nagging me for a minute, I'll go and get one." "Alright?" "It'll be New Year by the time you get that tree up." "Another rotten Christmas for ya, Dylan!" "Here she is now." "Look who's here to see ya, Kylie." "Wait for it." "Now, there's a whole sack of them there for yi's." "Come say hello..." "Uncle Maurice came all the way out with your presents." "How're ya chicken?" "Here!" "No lookin in there until Christmas." "Ya bleeding' chancer!" "Give Maurice a kiss, Kylie." "Wil ya?" "He hasn't seen ya in ages." "Ah, no she's shy." "Go on love you're alright she's getting too big for all that, aren't ya?" "Give Maurice a bleedin' kiss, Wil ya?" "Here." "Wait now." "Kylie, wait." "Wait." "Get yourself something at the disco." " What do you say?" " Thanks." "I know one thing for sure, you're not going to get back to work by sitting around drinking all day." "I told you to shut the fuck up!" "I'll be over again to look after you while your Ma does her Christmas shopping Don't be lookin in that bag, then." "Say thanks to Maurice." "Kylie!" "Maurice is going." "I'll go up to her." " She's not there." " She must have gone out." "I'm not going to tell you again." "Shut the fuck up." "Don't tell me to shut up." "You fuckin' shut up!" " Who else is going to tell ya you're a lazy bollocks!" " Shut up!" "Oh yes, Noel." "Yes, sir." "I'm not your fuckin' slave!" "I'll smash your fuckin' face in if you say another word to me." "Go smash your own fuckin' face in!" "Don't put your fuckin' hands on me!" "Nosey." "What are they saying?" "Mind your own business, Ma." "Stop, Da!" "Get off her." "Da!" " Mind your own bleeding' business!" " Don't you fuckin' hit him!" "Ya have to keep pushing, don't ya!" "Ya can't just fuckin' stop!" "Ya fuckin' bastard!" "Open the door, Dylan!" "Open the fuckin door!" "Dylan!" "Get the door open or I'll kick it in." "Ma!" "Will you stop?" "!" " You're wrecking the fuckin' gaff!" " Shut up!" "Look what he done to me!" "Are you happy now?" "You've turned another son against me." "Dylan!" "You better open the door." "Or I'll break it down." "Dylan!" "I'm going to count to three!" "One, two..." "Right, that's fuckin' it!" "Come here ya little boy or I'll burst ya!" "Get in here!" "I'll break your fuckin' neck, ya little bollocks!" "Run." "Come on!" "Dylan!" " You better go back." " Are ya gone mad?" "They're not after you." "We're after breaking your kitchen window and bursting them pipes I'm going to be reefed out of it too." " What are you gonna do?" " What are YOU gonna do?" "Don't know." "Not going back there." "I have this." " What really happened to him?" " You know what happened to him." "He ran off." " That's not what everybody says." " What do they say?" "That your Da killed him he killed him, Dylan." "Everybody knows." "He dumped him in the canal." "They just had a big scrap." "Dad got Barry." "No one got killed, alright?" "Well where's Barry now, so?" "He wouldn't have just ran off and never come back something must have happened to him." "He lives in a squat on Gardiner Street." "Enda Kelly met him in town one time." "Why didn't you say that before?" "Cause he said he didn't want anybody to know." "Why don't we go stay with him?" "He'd let us." "I don't know." "It's about two year since I seen him." "What would ya want to go stay with him for anyway?" "What the fuck else are we going to do?" "Go home?" "Get bleeding' killed for wrecking your gaff?" "We're going." "Here, come here." "Give us a lift, mister!" " What?" " Give us a lift, mister!" "No passengers allowed!" "Come on!" " What?" " Jump it!" "You're off your head." "You'll never make that." "Come on!" "Hey!" "No!" "Hey, come on." "That's a good jump but you're not allowed on this vessel it's against Inland Waterway insurance regulations." "Come on, Dylan." "No." "Please." "No more jumping." "Come on!" "Come on, Dylan!" "No passengers!" "Jump!" "Jump you little bollocks!" "Help me up!" "Oh my God, Dylan, that was so cool!" "Thanks, mister." "Hey, you give me no choice." "You're loco." "Where are we going?" "I am taking this dredger to the basin." "Is that near Gardiner Street?" "I don't know." "Maybe." "I only live here a few months." "So you're coming with me, huh?" "Yeah." "I thought you said no passengers." "Put this on, you'll be my assistant." "Do..." " ...a monkey!" "." " A monkey?" "A monkey." "Okay, the monkey says..." " So your name is Dylan, eh?" " Yeah." " That's the best name." " How is it the best name?" " It's like Bob." " Bob who?" "Hey, come on." "Bob Dylan?" " Who the fuck is that?" " What?" "!" "He's a singer." "He is not a singer." "He's more like a musical god." " So?" " So?" "So it's a big thing to be called like Bob Dylan." "So?" "Hear this." "Come on." "Where?" "Go spend some of my sister's money." "6 euro please." "Now." "Thanks very much." "Happy Christmas." "Come on, ya fuckin' idiot." "You're shite." "Shite!" "Play something we know, will ya?" "You don't even give money." "This guy!" " You sing with me?" " Yeah, go on." " What song you like?" "Did ya ever hear of Bob Dylan?" "Ah, yes!" "Dylan, very good!" "His name's Dylan." "You know this?" "Okay." "I sing." "You learn." "Come on mister, give me some money!" "Bob Dylan, live on stage." " Your name Bob Dylan?" " Just Dylan." "That is for you." "I have to go." "Guitar lesson in ten minutes." "What about our share?" "I was collecting the money for you." "Where's my share of it?" "All he said was he was squatting in a house on Gardiner Street." "How are we going to know which one?" "We'll just try them all." "How many houses can there be on one street?" "Excuse me, Mister." "Is this a squat?" " Is this a squat?" " I don't understand you." " A squat." " I don't understand." "Do you know Barry Dunne?" " Is Barry Dunne there?" " Is Barry Dunne there?" "Do you know Barry Dunne?" " Here, do you know Barry Dunne?" " He used to live here." " They threw him out about six months ago." " For what?" " Fighting." " Do ya know where he went?" "He moved over the road, down the other end number 68 I think." " Thanks." " Nice one mister." "Hello?" "Excuse me, does Barry Dunne live there?" "No." "But a boy lived in that flat." "I think he was Barry." " Big scar on his lip?" " Yes." "He was fighting with a man on the stairs." "Police came to arrest him." "Then I saw him in the streets, sleeping in boxes." " What street?" " At the river." " Are you his friends?" " He's me brother." "I hope you find him." "Sorry, I'm busy." "Fuck it, that's it so." "Come on, we'll go down and look." "She said at the river." "Kylie, forget about it, will ya?" "He's out on the street." "We're never going to find him now." "He's not much use to us anyway, he can't even find himself a gaff." "Maybe she's talking about a different person." " Another Barry Dunne?" " Maybe she remembered his name wrong." "She said he had a scar on his lip." "It's him." "Why don't you just admit it?" "It's not him." "We can still find him, and he's going to help us." "He's not going to help us, he's gone and you're off your head if ya think you're going to find him now." "He's probably in one of these other houses that we haven't knocked on yet." "See you, honey." "Is Barry Dunne there?" " How you lose your brother?" " He ran away two year ago." "Said if he didn't, he'd end up killin me Da, and the prick wasn't worth going to jail over." " He would kill his own father?" " Yeah." "I would too." "I hate the fucker." " But you'd go to jail." " I'd make it look like an accident." "Anyway, they can't put you into jail until you're eighteen." "And your girlfriend?" "What would she think?" "She's not me girlfriend." " What about your mother?" " I'd be saving her." "Your man was a bit old for ya." "I like old." "Old has money." "So you kiss him for money?" "No." "He is kind to me." "And I have nothing to give him, only kisses." "When you kiss, you give or you take." "See?" "For you I give you luck." " Do you know Barry Dunne?" " No." "Do you know Barry Dunne?" " They didn't know him." " He's gone, Kylie." "He never was able to look after himself without me Ma around." " Come on and we get some dinner." " I haven't got anymore money." " I thought you had loads." "I did but we spent it, didn't we?" "Those bleeding' wheelies didn't come cheap, ya know." "It's time to go home." "I'm not going home and you promised you wouldn't leave me out here." " I never said that." " You did and you're a prick if you go now." "I'm the one that's going to get killed." "I don't know what you're so bleedin' worried about." "...your big sister -- so fuckin' what?" "We're both in as much trouble for running off." "They'll be glad to get you back." "You'll be grand." "I thought we were running away." "I thought you'd stay with me after me saving ya from your Da gonna kick the bollocks off ya if you want to go back to that, then fuck off home, Dylan I'm going to find Barry and I'm not going back to that bleedin' kip no matter what you do." "You don't even know Barry." "You were only eight when he ran off." "Say what you like." "I'm not going back!" " But I'm starving." " So nick something." "We have to go home." "Fine." "Go home, ya bastard." "Fine." "I will." " Are you sleeping here tonight?" " Are you mad?" "The minute I make 29 euro I'm going in the hostel." "Any change?" "Do you know Barry Dunne?" " Who?" " Ah, Nothing!" "Get lost, will ya?" "You're cramping me style." "Nobody will give me anything with you sitting there in that jacket." "Shut up you." "Better than that manky yoke you're wearing." " Hi." "How's it going?" " Alright." " Don't mind me." " Hi, Joe." " Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" " Where's your family?" "We have some nice warm soup." "Would you like some while we ask you a few questions?" "Leave her lads, she's grand." "She's keeping me company." "If we get your details we might be able to help ya find you a bed tonight." "Send me home, you mean." "I'm not telling you nothin." "Here, have some soup anyway." "What's your name?" "I'm Catherine." "Oh look, there's me Da." "We just want to know they're okay, Adrian." "Kylie's mother Carol Ann is in ribbons." "With these perverts going around, and that little girl gone missing in Cabra last week." "I know, I can only imagine how you must feel." "Can I ask Dylan's dad, Noel, is it?" "That's right." "How are you, Adrian?" "Grand thanks, Noel." "You're very welcome to fm104." "Let me tell you, the hearts of the people of Dublin are with you tonight." "Has anything like this ever happened before?" " No." "Never." " So why did he run off today?" "To be honest with you, Adrian I had a few cross words with him this morning so I think he may have decided he'd get back at me for that." "But it doesn't matter about that, Adrian." "We just want him home, now." "What about his friends?" "Did they have any idea where he might be gone?" " He doesn't have any friends." " What do ya mean he doesn't have any friends..." " ...all 11 year olds have friends." " No, he doesn't." "He spends all his time on his own, Adrian." "Playing these bleeding' computer games." "The kids up here give him a hard time, because he's too quiet." "It sounds like he might have found a friend in this young girl Kylie he's run off with." "Let me bring in Anita on line three." "You're on fm104 Anita, how are you?" "How're ya Adrian." "I know that family and it's no wonder their child has run off." "His older brother ran away two years ago and never came back." "Who are you?" "You don't know me." "Everyone on the lawns sees you falling in drunk terrorizing your kids." "For the life of Jesus." "He had a lovely son, a few years older than Dylan, and he chased him out of the house..." "Kylie?" " Kylie!" " Shut up, will ya?" "What are you doing?" "No one's after ya." "Shut up." "You'll get us caught." "Hide!" "I see your face." "He's lying." "How can he see your face?" "It's pitch dark." "No." "That's the way they talk.." "He means he's seen me face" "If I see you again, little girl, I'll call the police." "Don't move." "I catch you next time." "I catch you next time!" " It's going hard." " I know, yeah." "Sorry." " What ya thinking about?" " I don't know." "About me?" "No." "I don't know." "It just goes up by itself." "Yeah I know." "How do you know?" "Me uncle made me put his in me mouth." "What?" "And you let him?" "I was so scared I just did what he told me." "Why didn't you tell someone?" "He said they wouldn't believe me." "I'm not going back." "Okay." "Where's that picture the busker gave ya?" " It's him." " Who?" "Your man..." "Bob Dylan." "Come on." "Here mister, are you Bob Dylan?" " Who are you?" " Kylie Lawless." "His name's Dylan." "Yeah?" "Good name you got there, Dylan." "So, what you doing, kids?" "Bit late to be out." " We're after running away." " Are ya?" "." " I know that feeling." " Do you?" " I've been running away all my life." " What are you running away from?" "Myself mostly." "Same as everyone I guess." "Thirty seconds..." "Mr. Dylan." " Kylie, Dylan." "You want a beer?" " Yes please." "Don't forget, kid." "Ladies first." "Merry Christmas." "Bob Dylan just gave us a beer." "Yi's are shite!" " Thanks son." " I'm not your fuckin' son." "Is it not past your bed time?" "It's past everone elses." "Why don't you play when people can hear you because yi's are shite!" " Do yi's not know any Bob Dylan?" " Who's that?" "He's a fuckin' musical God, yi's dopey cunts." "Ya fuckin' wally!" "." "Do ya want a box of chocolates?" "Yeah, I think I'll have the chocolates and you can take the box." "I was meant to say that." "Oh my God." "The Sack Man." "Shut up, Kylie, will ya?" "I already told ya about the Sack Man." "If ya talk about him again, I'm going home." "Why?" "Am I scaring you?" "You're scaring yourself." "Look." "There's loads of boxes down there." "We can use them to kip under." "That's how all the winos do it." "How would you kill him?" "It's not easy to kill a grown man, Dylan." "Especially if you haven't got a gun." " I'd stab him." " Stabbing wouldn't kill him." " I'd beat him with a hammer." " Yeah, I'm sure you would!" "I'd drop something on his head from the bathroom window." " What would you drop?" " A flower pot." "That wouldn't kill him, it'd just knock him out for a few hours." "I'd kill him when he's knocked out." " How would ya kill him while he's knocked out?" " I'd stand on his throat and hold his nose." "What about his mouth?" "It wouldn't matter because I'd be standing on his throat." "You're out very late." "So?" "You working?" "What?" "You want to go for a drive?" "No." " What did he say to you?" " Nothing." "Dylan!" "Stop!" "Get off her!" "Cops!" "Cops!" "Let go of me!" "Help!" "Help!" "Let me go!" "I seen your face." "Doesn't matter." "Why not?" "Because you won't be able to tell anyone when you're lying on the bottom of the canal in a black sack." "What the fuck is going on out here?" "Hey!" "Get them fuckin' kids out of here!" "It's okay." "We're okay." "How did you do that?" "Just closed me eyes and went for it." "It's all I have to give ya." "You what?" " The kiss?" " No, ya fuckin' idiot hanging onto the car." "How did you do that?" "Just closed me eyes and went for it." "That was the best thing I ever seen." "Even better than ya falling in the canal." "How'd ya do the kiss!" "Ya dope." " You're me fella now." " I know." "After that, I'm never letting you go." "Kylie." "What?" "I think that lad was the Sack Man." "I thought you said there was no such thing as the Sack Man." "He said he was going to throw me in the canal in a sack." "The Sack Man doesn't throw you in the canal, Dylan." "He smashes you besides, he couldn't have been the Sack Man, he had a friend the Sack Man doesn't have friends." "I know." "I'm only buzzin' with ya." "The two of them were just dirty old pricks fiddling with their mickeys, like that other filthy fucker." " We're not going back, are we?" " Not even after that?" "Especially after that that just shows we can look out for each other." "Do like Barry done, never go home." "Do what Barry done?" "Look what happened to him, the street bleeding' swallowed him up." "We can look out for each other." "You were right, though." "There is no devil." "Just people." "Just wait and I'll flatten them out." "It's grand." "I just need to close my eyes for a second." "That's what me Ma always says, then she goes asleep anyway." "Lie down here beside me, will ya?" "Smell of piss." " Thanks for saving me." " You saved me first." " And I'd save you again." " I'd save you again." "Next time that bastard Maurice comes near me I'm going to chop his bollocks off." "I know you will." "I'll help ya." "Kylie?" "What?" "What is it?" "What the fuck is going on?" "What is it?" "A rat?" "Some shit?" "Is it him?" "No." "But it may as well be."