[man] It's been a long night.
Had a few difficult clients.
Worked a lot of hours.
[tapping]
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
[toilet flushes]
[door opens, closes]
[phone vibrating]
[engine starts]
- [tapping on window]
- Don't open the bag. All right?
- Why? What's in it?
- It's none of your business what's in it.
All right.
[man] Fucking hell.
[groans] It's shiny.
It is fuckin' shiny.
Congratulations. Well done.
You got off light. Not a mark on ya.
Yeah, well, I'm stayin'
out of it. I got hungry.
- Oh, well, thanks for the backup there, John.
- [chuckles]
[children shouting]
[knocking on door]
Fuckin' shit.
- No one home.
- Yeah.
Costliest one-night stand
I ever had. You know that?
I'd have been better off havin'
a wank into me hand in the toilet.
Ah. Sure that'd been a lot of fun.
Go on. Take me home.
Fuckin' depressed, man.
Have to finish me packin'.
All right, smart arse.
You're on the clock now.
- [engine starts]
- You're a prick. You know that?
Well and truly here, you're a prick.
Some prick. Go on.
What do you think? Are you
gonna tell your ma or what?
Tell Ma? She'd fuckin'
flip. I know that much.
[door opens]
Hi. How are ya?
- [woman] Fine.
- And where can I take ya?
[man, faint] Yeah.
[chattering continues, faint]
[vehicle approaching]
[engine stops]
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[screen door slides open]
[screen door slides closed]
[lock clicking]
[door closes]
[keys land on table]
[footsteps]
Fuck.
Mum?
Mum?
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck!
[grunting]
[gasping]
[whispers] Mum.
[grunting continues]
All right. Okay.
- [groans]
- Okay.
[panting] Fuck.
[door opens]
[panting]
Okay.
[engine starts]
Mum, can you hear me?
[woman] I'll do blood pressure.
Open your eyes for me.
Okay, Jean, we're gonna
put you on your side.
- Do you know how long she's been out?
- I have no idea.
She was in the house. I don't know
how long. I found her in her bed.
Jean, I need you to wake up for me.
- I need you to respond.
- Mum?
Mum?
Come on, Mum.
Jean, it's okay. You're in the hospital.
Wake up for me, Jean.
- Jean, look at me.
- [groaning, shouting]
- [heaving, coughing]
- That's okay. Keep her on her side.
- Keep her on her side.
- [Jean continues groaning]
- It's just a bit of oxygen. Just try and relax for me!
- [sobbing]
- Okay? Please?
- Jean, it's okay. It's okay.
[groaning continues]
Please let go of her arm.
[Jean grunting, gasping]
[gasping continues, quieter]
Is she done? Can you
get her back on her back?
Come on, Ma. You're all right.
Jean, we need to put a needle in your arm.
- Does she have any allergies to anything that you're aware of?
- I don't know.
[man] From the tests
we've run today...
And these are just
preliminary calculations,
but one of them in
particular is fairly accurate.
It's a liver function test.
I guarantee in the very near future
she's going to need a liver transplant.
That's for sure. It's happening,
John. It's coming, okay?
But I have to be very honest with you.
The way she is right now,
I would have very little confidence
she would even get that far.
She's systematically killing
herself slowly every day.
Okay? Concentrate on getting
your mother back on her feet.
We can talk about
treatment again. All right?
Hiya.
[chattering on TV]
Here. Sit up. There you go.
[slurps]
[slurps]
There now, Mum. It's okay.
It's okay.
[sighs]
[Jean sniffling]
[crying softly]
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[phone vibrating]
[sobbing continues]
[footsteps]
[engine starts]
[clattering]
[Jean shouting] Where are they?
Where are they?
[man shouting] What the fuck
was that? I'm gonna fucking come!
Oh, fuck off!
[man] I don't have to fuckin' bear this!
- I'll break your fuckin' neck for ya!
- [clattering continues]
[plucking string repeatedly]
[screams]
[gasping]
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing, John?
Where are they?
I know you fuckin' took 'em.
Give them to me.
Give them to me!
Why can't you just leave me alone...
and mind your own fucking business?
Why can't everyone just leave me alone
and mind your own fucking business?
[shouting]
[sighs, clears throat]
[sniffles]
[groans]
So, how we gonna get new plates?
I don't know.
I'm gonna buy the new plates, Ma.
I'm gonna go out and work my
arse off for the rest of the week,
driving a taxi.
And what are you gonna do?
You're gonna drink and drink and drink,
and you're gonna pass out on that bed.
But I'm gonna go out and work
to buy those new plates...
so we can have something to eat off.
So we're not eating off the table.
You're a good boy, John.
[kisses]
[knocks]
Ma?
- [knocks]
- Ma?
Yeah?
Uh, I'm just gonna go and see Kit today.
[John] You up for it?
Not today, John.
You know what today is though, yeah?
I know what today is.
- I just thought we could, you know...
- I said not today, John.
Well, he'd really like to see you.
[knocks]
Okay.
[door opens, closes]
[all] Hip, hip! Hooray!
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
And so say all of us
And so say all of us
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
And so say all of us
[all] Hip, hip! Hooray!
All right, blow it away. Blow it away.
Last one, last one.
- Yeah!
- [cheering, applauding]
All right. Now, give
me back my baseball cap.
Okay, boys, who's having cake?
[blows]
It's a card from Mum.
[exhales] Thanks, John.
Thank Mum.
[sniffles, sighs]
You okay?
Yes, I'm okay, John.
Do you wanna go out for a walk?
Drive.
- A drive?
- Yeah, a drive, man.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, you flippin' bastard.
- No, no, no.
Can't do that, man. No way.
You son of a bitch.
[laughs]
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn.
Keep goin', keep goin',
keep goin', keep goin'.
[laughs]
[imitating tires squealing]
[giggles]
[groans, laughs]
Tell Mum I'm sorry. Okay?
Okay.
[sighs]
Tell her I said hi.
Yeah.
Can I come home?
Not yet.
I don't like it there.
We don't like it at home without you.
[sighs]
Drive?
[whirring, clicking]
All right, now you're game.
Now, you're game. Yeah!
- [laughs] I love it when a man shoots himself in the foot.
- Careful.
[dance]
You're getting good at this, yo.
You're gettin' all right yourself.
[engines racing, tires squealing]
Get the fuck off!
- That's a new...
- Would you fuckin' let go of me?
That's a new paint job
there. I-I'm on automatic.
- Prick.
- Fuck off.
[beeps]
[beeps]
[beeps]
[beeps]
Sorry. It's actually saying
here that you're 10 days late.
- All right. What's it come to?
- It's a 40-cent fine a day.
What's that?
Ten days, man.
Forty cent a day. That's
four Euro, man. Come on.
Why you gettin' smart for?
No, no, I'm not. I'm just, uh...
I'm just trying to do my job, man.
- We just came in here to rent a fuckin' DVD.
- Shane, come on.
- Everything okay here, lads?
- No, everything's not okay, mini.
- He won't pay his fine.
- How much?
- 40 cents.
- Yeah, per day.
- It said four Euro.
- [beeps]
- Just pay the fuckin' fine.
- It's the principle, man.
If you're not gonna pay the four
Euro, you can go take a hike, fuckhead.
So, um, a-are you gonna pay the fine?
[register beeps]
Stupid fuckin' question. [laughs]
I'm just gonna download
something illegally, fuckheads.
I'm taking these. Mighty Munch!
John, come on.
Say hello to your ma for me.
[bag crinkling]
Free shit tastes better.
[laughs]
"Take a hike, fuckhead."
[both laughing]
Thanks, Ma. Just leave it down
here on the table. That'd be grand.
Ma, you're in the way.
Ma! Move, move, move.
[TV: video game, man talking]
- What are you doing?
- Gaming. Killing this fuck.
- Shane, language.
- Sorry.
Tackle from the side,
will ya, not the back.
Not the... John, not the
back. I was on a fucking break.
- Shane.
- All right, all right.
- Go away, will ya, woman. Go on.
- [chuckles]
[TV: video game continues]
How's your mum, John?
She's good. Thanks, Bridie.
Haven't seen her in the
center for a few days now.
- I miss her in the kitchen.
- Mmm.
She has a cold or a flu or something.
She's trying to stay in bed.
- It's going around, all right.
- Yeah.
Okay, I'll leave you to it, lads.
Move over!
[Shane] Thought things would have
been a bit different, you know.
Just felt a bit trapped is
all, the last few months.
Feels like I'm rotten.
All this shit with the kid and all.
Which is fucked up, 'cause I
pay, like, half my labor to her...
and I don't even get to see the kid.
I'd be better off sponsoring
a television child in Ethiopia.
Least I'd see him every day.
I'd see him more than I do now.
[sighs]
[exhales]
I just need to get away for a while is all.
Clear the head. Reassess.
I'm sure I'll see some
part of the world anyway.
Sample me a bit of foreign pussy.
Probably get full-blown AIDS.
I could get the AIDS, yeah.
Could get fucking anything.
You shoulda came, man.
You still can. Internet's all loaded up
there on the laptop. All it is, is a click.
- New start.
- Can't.
Just too much going on.
Want a cup of tea?
Ma!
[switch clicks]
[radio: dispatcher]
Thanks, man. See you later.
- [cup rattling on sink]
- [water running]
[footsteps descending stairs]
[woman] Hey, John.
Everything okay?
Did my ma come in here this morning?
- No. She hasn't been in for a week or so.
- Fuck!
- Fuck!
- J... John.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's all fine. It's all fine.
- I'll see you.
- John.
J... Come here. Just sit down, okay?
Are you hungry?
Come on. There's some
stuff left over from lunch.
Just sit down for a minute.
[John] It's been a long night.
Had a few difficult clients.
Worked a lot of hours.
I can't do this anymore.
[door closes]
[keys rattling in lock]
[bottles clanking]
What's this? [chuckles] A party?
You making fun of me, John?
No, I'm not making fun of you.
I was just thinking, why is it that Mum
has all the fun and I can't have any?
Thought I'd join you.
Okay. I'm open to share the fun.
Okay.
Anything in particular?
I'll, uh... I'll start
with some wine, please.
Okay. Wine it is.
[wine pouring]
[glasses clink, ring]
You know, I don't even like
the way a drink tastes, John.
I only like how it makes me feel.
Huh.
I love the way it tastes.
But I hate the way it makes me feel.
[chuckles]
[clears throat]
Well, we can't have a
party and not have music.
Okay.
We'll have music, so...
[speakers: electronic pop]
[man] Sometimes I
feel I've got to
Run away
I've got to
Get away
From the pain you drive
into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn
I can't sleep at night
- Once I ran to you
- I ran
Now I'll run from you
This tainted
love you've given
I give you all a
boy could give you
Take my tears and
that's not nearly all
Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away
I've got to
Get away
You don't really
want anymore from me
To make things right
You need someone
to hold you tight
And you think
love is to pray
But I'm sorry I
don't pray that way
- Once I ran to you
- I ran
Now I'll run from you
This tainted
love you've given
I give you all a
boy could give you
Take my tears and
that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand
the way you tease
I love you though
you hurt me so
Now I'm gonna pack
my things and go
Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
Touch me, baby Tainted love
Touch me, baby Tainted love
Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
- Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh
- Tainted love
[fades]
You think I'm a fuckup, don't you?
No.
I think you're sick.
You think I'm what?
- [scoffs]
- You're sick, Ma.
You don't know anything about me, John.
Well, I'd like to know more about you.
Nothin' good to know about me, John.
Okay, then, what do you want to know?
Why do you hate Kit so much?
I don't hate Kit.
I just...
find it hard to love him.
Sometimes a mother just
doesn't bond with her child.
It's unexplainable.
Happens more than you'd like
to think, John. It's life.
When I met your da, it all changed.
I got pregnant with Mark.
Another... great achievement of a son.
You have no idea how
much your life changes...
when you bring another life into the world.
The responsibility.
The joy, the pain.
And life is never the same.
And when you have a
partner who's never around,
it slowly gets to you.
Your dad was never here.
Only when it suited him.
I mean, he spent every night in
that taxi, doing God knows what,
instead of my bed.
Then I had me second child.
You.
Pretty boy.
At least you can thank
your dad for that one.
Strong jaw.
Mmm. Things changed.
You brought light into my
life for the first time.
You gave me a purpose... something
to live for, something to die for.
And for some reason, John, when you came
along, everything was good for a while.
Everything was...
everything I hoped it would be.
We had a happy family.
Just... good.
Your da was here, for once,
less in the taxi and more at home with us.
Dancing.
Oh, we danced.
We loved to go dancing, me and your da.
We'd dance all night long,
just the two of us together.
No one else would matter.
It was just us. Us against the world.
We thought, "This was it."
We didn't think it would become...
us against us.
[sighs] Then I had me third child, Kit.
Well, I call it a child,
but it wasn't really.
I remember when he came out.
When he came out, I remember...
I could see the look
on your da's face, John.
I remember the doctor looking over
at the nurse, shaking his head,
and I knew it.
I knew it. He was gone.
Your da left the hospital that
day and he never came back.
Never saw him again. Never.
I waited long enough...
that people began to feel sorry for me,
till I felt sorry for meself.
I could not look that child
in the eye from then on, ever.
When they brought him off
to me, I refused to hold him.
No, I didn't want him.
He was nothin' to me.
Only somethin' that came out
of me and ripped my life apart.
I felt sick...
that he lived off me for nine months.
The thought of it still makes
me shiver to this very day.
I didn't want him.
And there I was, John... 27, alone,
with two children...
and a thing.
The weird part is, you know,
now people began to pity me.
Me ma and da, friends, my sister.
No one would return my
calls. No one wanted to help.
And I got a new friend.
A silent friend.
A friend that would never
talk back to me or hurt me.
A friend that was always there for me...
and made things better,
even if it was just for a little while.
I would go missing for days, and
no one would come looking for me.
Only you, John.
You always came looking for me.
Even when you were a baby.
You still do.
The thing you don't realize, John, is...
I have no one to dance with me anymore.
I'm alone and will be
for the rest of my life.
I'm tired now, John.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
[sighs]
[John] We need to get you help.
You know what I told you.
I think we've found
someone that can help you.
But you're gonna have to trust me.
[wipers squeaking]
[seat belts latching]
We need to go inside,
Ma. We're late as it is.
I'm not goin' in.
Please.
I'm not doin' it. Can't.
- Just give it a go.
- No.
- Please, Ma.
- No, John.
- It's none of their business.
- Well, it's my fucking business, all right?
It's my business, and
I'm fuckin' sick of it!
I'm sick of cleaning up your vomit!
I'm sick of dragging you in off the
doorstep like a fuckin' animal every night!
It's embarrassing me! It's embarrassing me!
I'm sick of watching you walking around
that corner to work every morning...
and not knowin' whether
you're gonna come home...
or whether I'm gonna find you in two weeks
face down in a fuckin' ditch somewhere!
And I can't live like that
anymore, Ma! I'm sick of it!
I'm fuckin' sick of it!
Sick of it! Sick of it!
I will not fuckin' do it anymore!
You're breakin' my heart every fuckin' day,
and I can't take it!
I can't take it, Ma!
The woman that I live with in that house...
is not my mum.
She's not my mum. She's a stranger.
And I won't live there with her anymore!
I want you to watch this.
Okay?
Now, that woman is not my mother.
[Jean] Give them to me!
My mother laughs and
smiles. She's full of life.
- That is not my mother.
- Mind your own fucking business!
That is a fuckin' animal and an impostor.
And one that I will not live with anymore.
[Jean screaming]
But I want my mother back.
I need her.
You're breakin' my heart every single day.
I need this to stop,
Ma. We need it to stop.
So if you get to bed tonight
without takin' a drink,
you're saving your life.
And I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna be here for you.
Be here for a week,
and I'm on 24-hour call.
If you need me, just ring up here,
and we can talk.
Because I've been there.
What we're gonna do is
just a wee exercise...
just so we can fold in
with each other a bit more.
I'll introduce myself...
first-name terms only.
I'll introduce myself,
and you say, "Welcome."
And we'll go round the room,
and everybody just say your name,
and we'll welcome you, okay?
So my name's Jim.
- [all] Welcome, Jim.
- Thank you.
[sighs]
[door closes]
[chattering on TV, faint]
[Jim] John, your mother's dyin'.
But I know you know that.
She's got a disease that's killin' her...
and wants her on her own, drinkin'...
drinkin' herself to death.
This is a terrible disease that she's got.
And the irony of this disease is it
tells her she doesn't have a disease.
Her body's telling her she's dyin'.
It's telling the world that she's dying.
And her brain is tellin'
her to keep on drinkin',
that they don't understand.
Sure, what do they know?
It's mad.
It's baffling and cunning.
But there's hope.
There's hope, man.
Especially in your mother.
Do you know how I know?
'Cause she walked in through that door.
Now, I know you probably
cajoled her and threatened her...
and blackmailed her to get her here.
But if she didn't want to walk
through that door, she wouldn't have.
You couldn't have made her, so
there has to be some willin'.
And that's the cornerstone
of her recovery...
her willingness.
We've got hope, man.
So we've got a chance.
And here's the borin' bit.
This place is government-run.
We're on a
bread-and-water diet.
They got us on a drip feed.
I can only keep her here for, like,
seven to eight days at the very most.
And I promise you I will do that.
And I'll give her all the
facilities that we have got.
But she's got to find somewhere
else after those seven days.
I can't afford it.
I'm trying really hard. I'm trying
to get the hours at work, but I can't.
They're just not there.
I'm just spinnin' my wheels. That's it.
It's like every day is the same day.
I'll help you.
I'm gonna make phone calls for you.
I'll rattle cages. I'll see what it'll do.
But most of the work has to come
from you, brother. I'm sorry.
You've gotta find it from somewhere.
What about any health insurance?
No.
Nobody you can ask a favor of?
Not anymore.
[chattering on TV]
[phone vibrating]
[vehicle approaching]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[tapping]
[over earbuds, faint]
[laughing]
Mmm.
[Jim] Listen, I had a
phone call from a mate.
He's got a private clinic
in the outskirts of town.
And he's got a room free.
Twenty-eight days as well.
That's if you still want it.
All right, great.
- It's free?
- No.
Nothing's free with this bloke.
It's eight grand,
and that's the mate's rate as well.
I know, man, but he needs to
know by the end of the day.
That's her only hope. John,
honestly, I've tried everywhere.
Look, it's not much.
- I can't.
- I want you to take it.
- I can't.
- Just take... take the fucking thing, will ya?
Just take it.
I always put a wee bit
aside for people who need it.
You're a good man, John.
You've been of loving
service to your mother.
I really appreciate that.
I know what you're going through.
And I wanna help.
Okay?
[rain pattering]
[line ringing]
It's John here.
I was wondering if you
had any work going tonight.
[man] I said I'd text you if
I had something, didn't I?
- Yeah, well, I know, but I'm...
- [woman laughing]
[chattering, laughing]
I said I'd text you.
Yeah.
We need the money.
What's going on?
Look, I just need something to
tide me over for the week, okay?
I'll pay you back as soon as I can.
I haven't let you down
in the past, all right?
- And I wouldn't be ringing you if I wasn't stuck.
- How much?
- Eight grand.
- Eight?
Yeah.
Can I trust you to do
some real work for me now?
[sighs]
John?
If I have to, yeah.
Come in today.
[line clicks]
Well?
- Yeah.
- Good man.
- Do you want a hand?
- Yeah, please.
It's on the back here. Stack 'em in threes.
Shit.
[chattering on TV]
[grunts]
[keys jingle]
[door opens, closes]
Nice bag.
They'll never suspect a man walking
around the airport with a woman's bag.
- One minute.
- Aw, Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Let's throw some holy water on you.
Okay.
Okay.
- I love you, Son.
- I know that.
[sighs] Jesus.
- Bridie, no.
- I must take a picture of you before you go.
John, will you stand in for a photo?
There's no shame in a mother's love, Shane.
- Now smile.
- Sick.
- [shutter clicks]
- All right. Come on.
We better get on the road.
We'll be late otherwise.
- Where's Da?
- He wouldn't go out.
- He can't do that. You know him.
- Okay.
Look, I better go. I'll be late.
- Time I said good-bye.
- [door opens]
All right. Let's go.
- [knocking]
- Have you got your passport?
Yeah.
- Have you got your passport?
- Yeah.
You don't, because I have it.
Fuck.
- Thanks.
- Love you.
Love you too. Bye.
Drive the fucking car, man.
The woman is fucking crazy.
Leave her alone. She'll miss her baby.
Will you stop? I'm under enough
stress without you gettin' on me.
I'll do you a good deal
on the meter, all right?
- Prick, you know what I...
- Do you, now?
Just go fast, 'cause Bridie will
chase the fucking car, I tell you that.
Why are we leaving so early?
I've a little surprise for you, man. Relax.
Hey. How's it going?
Hi, Jackie.
Dad!
- What's up, huh?
- I've been waiting for you.
How are you, man?
- I don't know.
- Uh-huh.
Blowin' bubbles.
[liquid bubbling]
- Everything going all right?
- Yeah, we're good.
Grand. Grand.
- [puck clacking]
- [boy] Yeah!
Good save, man.
Yeah!
Get it. Ready?
Yeah. Good man. Yeah!
- Yeah!
- Go!
Get it for me.
All right, love.
See you soon, all right?
All right.
[door closes]
[engine starts]
Give us a ring on the phone
when you have the time, will you?
- Will do, man.
- Yeah. I'll keep you up-to-date.
[sniffs]
I'll call you on the house
phone or the mobile, will I?
- Mobile would probably be best.
- Better on the mobile. Grand.
- All right. Come on. Here we go.
- All right.
Right.
- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah, I'll grab it.
Thanks, man.
- [grunts]
- You have it?
I'm grand.
Ah. You were a daft fucking thing anyway.
All right. I walk you in?
No, I'm grand. I'll
take it from here. Yeah.
- Okay, well, I better be going, so...
- Yeah, me too.
- Be careful anyway.
- Good luck, man.
Don't get into too much trouble without me.
Don't think we'd be able to get
into any trouble without you at all.
I better, uh...
Here, come on. I'll walk
you in. I'll walk you in.
Come on.
[sighs]
All right. Good man. Mind yourself.
Yeah.
- Good luck, man.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, go easy on the AIDS, man, all right?
Yeah, I'll try me best.
Hey, you should've come, man.
I know.
If only I would've had a fucking passport.
That's shockin'.
Well, you have a place to go, man.
It's just a click.
Yeah, go on.
"Take a hike, fuckhead."
Take a hike, fuckhead.
[turn signal clicking]
[bell dings]
[clicks]
[airplane passing]
[water sloshing]
[phone vibrating]
Good man. See you later, all right?
[engine cranking, starts]
[door opens]
[closes]
How are you now?
I know what day it is.
It's Sunday.
It's fucking Monday, Ma.
[chuckles]
Can't promise you anything.
I know.
[laughing]
[snorts]
[laughing continues]
[phone vibrating]
Yeah?
- [man] You got the money?
- Yeah, thanks.
Did it help?
Yeah.
I can trust you now?
Yeah.
I need you to take
care of something.
It's delicate.
Bring it to me.
John?
- Yeah, okay, I'll do it.
- I'll text you the details.
[sighs]
[huffing, blowing]
[brake sets]
[woman screaming]
[screaming continues]
[woman crying]
[breathing heavily]
[phone vibrating]
[vibrating continues]
[vibrating stops]
[engine starts]
[phone vibrating]
[engine revving]
- [phone vibrating continues]
- [revving continues]
[breathing deeply]
[John] It's been a long night.
Had a few difficult clients.
Worked a lot of hours.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't.
[quiet gasping]
[no audible dialogue]