Christy (2025)

[bunniefuu]

-[Christy breathes rapidly]

[Van door closes]

-Where's my brother?

Where?

Come on!

f*cking bin bag.

f*cking serious boy.

Do you have any idea

what you've thrown away, boy?

You're never gonna get

a foster home like that again.

[Van door closes]

It's been a long time since

you've been up the north side, boy.

[Sets bag down]

Come on.

[Door closes]

[Cartoon caterpillars

speaking indistinctly]

-Yeah, I know, but, like,

you could come see us,

too, you know?

Alright, okay.

Yeah. Bye.

Hi.

-Alright?

-Yeah.

-How was work?

-Yeah, sh*t.

Hi. Hi.

-Sit down there.

I made your favourite --

the Shane special.

-[Crying]

-I'm not hungry.

You alright, Christy?

-Yeah, I'm grand.

-Did you put out the bed

for him, Shane?

-Yeah.

You gonna eat your Bolognese?

-Why is she still up?

-She's in our room tonight.

We can just put her

down with us.

-She's overtired.

She's just staring at the phone.

-I'll put her to bed so.

-Stop, will you?

You know she won't settle

with you.

-She'll be grand.

Just sit down.

The food's done anyway.

-[Crying]

-Shh. You eat.

I'll put her down.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay.

[Dogs barking in distance

and children playing]

-It's only a few weeks.

Stace.

He'll be 18 then.

-And what happens

him then, Shane?

[Baby crying]

-Mm.

[Sighs]

[Razor buzzing]

[R 'n' B music

playing in background]

-Yeah, I went down there.

There was no one there.

He's painted

like a tiger, Mam!

He looks like a f*cking dope.

The party is

actually on next Saturday.

You've got it wrong.

You're after making me trek

all the ways down to Leisureplex

the f*cking party isn't even on.

[Bell dings]

[Indistinct conversations,

music playing]

[Indistinct conversations

continue]

-Come on, boy!

Bonfire Night's in two weeks,

and we've collected

f*ck all.

Get up off your arse,

you lazy prick!

-Can you shut your mouth?

-Who's gonna shut it for me?

You?

-Yeah, I will. Yeah.

-Leona, get off the phone

and help us!

-Go away, you mog.

-Jordan broke up with ya,

so I don't know who

you're talking to!

Here. Give us a hand there,

will you?

-You robbing sh*t?

-No, we're collecting

for the Bonna Night, you clown.

-Just lift that pallet out

for us.

-I nearly have it out.

Come on.

-Here, can I have the end of your f*g?

-Come on.

What I tell you about smoking?

You have to give that sh*t up,

man.

-Lads, would you leave him

alone?

-See you later.

-You're Shane's brother,

aren't you?

-I am, yeah.

-Yeah, I heard you were staying

with him. I'm the one that minds Charli.

Are you on Facebook?

-Yeah.

-Add me there sure.

Leona Hegarty.

-Ah, look at Leona trying to

crack onto him already.

You weirdo!

-Would you go away

with your pallet, ye babies?

-Good luck getting a ride,

Leona.

-You shut up.

That's my sister!

-[Sighs] Ignore them.

They're actually gomies.

The only reason I wanted to say to you

is cos I do raffles and stuff like that.

And we have a rake of drink

going this week.

We have two slabs

of Coors Light,

a slab of Budweiser, slab

of Carlsberg, bottle of Bacardi,

bottle of Malibu,

bottle of Gordon's Pink Gin,

bottle of Jager,

and a slab of Bulmers.

It's only a fiver.

-I actually don't have cash

on me.

-Well, the numbers aren't out

until Tuesday,

so you can give me

the cash before then.

I've numbers 14, 31, 44

and 47 free.

Which one do you want?

-Well, give us number 47.

-47 for...

What's your name again?

-Christy.

-Shane's brother, Christy.

Nice one.

Alright, I gotta head there.

Welcome back, anyway.

Tell Stacey I said hi.

-I will.

-Robot!

I'm going in there.

Do not get caught.

I'll f*cking break your neck.

-You would in your f*ck.

[Indistinct yelling on video]

[Knock on front door]

[Front door opens]

-[Sighs]

-Gerard boy, what's happening?

-Shane, great to see you.

-[Sighs]

-You flat out at the moment?

-Jesus, you have no idea, boy.

44 cases I have.

And they keep trying

to give me more, too.

-Stop, boy.

-Come here.

Look at you, huh?

This place is smashing.

A real home, Shane.

The foster parents, they're not

gonna press charges.

-Thank f*ck for that.

Look, Gerard,

he can't live with us.

Okay? This has

to be temporary.

Stacey has enough

on her plate as is with Charli.

f*cking bate, boy.

-Hi, Christy.

-How are we?

-How are you, boy?

-Grand.

[Water pours]

-I was Shane's aftercare worker

as well.

I told you that, didn't I?

-Yeah, you did.

-Now, Christy, we need to sort

you out with a plan,

and we need to sort it today.

I've been looking at some of the temporary

accommodation that we have.

-Like a residential centre?

No, no way, boy.

Nah, Gerard,

he's not going into one of them.

He'll drown in there.

-It's completely different

these days. Trust me.

-Nah, he should be in

with a family, boy.

He's always been in

with a family.

That's what's best.

-Okay.

I'll look at families. Alright?

But it's not that simple.

Christy is going to be 18

in a few weeks.

There aren't many families that

will take someone of his age.

Now, we haven't even

talked about the main thing.

You can't use any

of our services

unless you're going on

to do a course or a trade.

[Birds chirping]

[Footsteps approaching]

-Working with me today, kid.

Come on.

Get up!

-[Sighs]

-I love this colour boy.

It's real therapeutic, isn't it?

Eggshell blue, boy.

Stuff of dreams, this.

I might even f*cking paint

my room this colour, boy.

-Christy, will you grab

my tea, will ya?

-Get us one of them too, la, will ya?

Two sugars.

Come here, boy. When are you

and me gonna go out again?

Come over next weekend,

watch the fights or something?

-Nah, boy. I got her.

And I got this fella as well.

Stressed out of me head.

-Boy, I never f*cking see you.

All we do nowadays is paint.

-If you want to ask Stacey,

then be my f*cking guest.

But you can ask her.

-I will ask Stacey.

I'm a charming c**t, boy.

If I ask her, she'll let you go.

-You just don't want any gaps in

between the wall or the socket

because then the paint

will run down.

And then you just want

the second one.

That's right, boy.

Go on.

It's unreal.

Look at that.

You're a born painter.

[Tape ripping]

-Did you enjoy it, though,

Christy?

Jaysus, boy. You were some

going on the brush earlier.

You must have been watching

"Mary Poppins," were ya?

Unbelievable technique.

I've never seen it like that.

f*cking [whistling]

-[Laughing]

[TV playing]

-Take off your shoes.

You can have a shower first,

but I'm bursting for a piss.

-Did you show him

how to use it?

-Yeah!

-Sorry about the shower,

Christy.

It's such a piece of sh*t.

-Nah, it's grand.

-I see you had a proper one

in Ballincollig, did you?

-It was alright.

[Indistinct conversations

on television]

-Oh, my God. These English lads

will wreck your head.

How was work?

Trevor's some langball,

isn't he?

-Yeah.

He's alright.

-You weren't bad today.

-And I wasn't f*cking

good either.

-You should have seen Trevor

when he first started to paint.

Paint everywhere.

He might as well have been

painting the f*cking floor, boy.

Nah, come again Monday.

Get you out of the house.

Where'd you get the chain?

-It was Mam's.

Sure you probably have loads of

stuff belonged to her, do you?

-Nah.

[Doorbell rings]

[Door opens]

-Hi, girl.

-Hi. Is Christy here?

-He is. Yeah.

-Yeah, we're going up

to the Rezza there.

Wanted to know

if he wanted to come with us.

-Christy, there's someone here

for you.

-Hey.

-Leona's invited you out

with her friends.

-Ah, nah. I'm bate after work.

-Come on, don't be boring.

[Laid-back hip-hop track

plays in background]

[Laughter]

-Go on, Fingers, kid!

-Yup!

-What are you drinking, boy?

-Malibu Lucozade.

-Malibu Lucozade?

That's f*cking rank.

-You're sick.

-It's lovely, boy.

It's like mother's milk.

[Laughter]

Christy,

are the beours in Ballincollig

always this annoying?

I'd say they're a classier

breed out there, like.

They don't be walking down the

shops in their pyjamas, do they?

-Classy?

With a name like Fingers?

-How do you think

I got that name?

-[Laughter]

-You wish, like.

He got that name

because he was obsessed

with Chocolate Fingers

when he was a baby.

-I still love 'em, boy.

-Yeah, exactly.

-Who wants one of these?

-You and your f*cking wedges.

-Will you leave the wedges

alone, boy?

-They're disgusting.

-They're not.

-Yeah, they are.

-They're f*cking lovely.

If they were disgusting,

I wouldn't f*cking buy them.

They're lovely.

-They're about two days old.

-They're not. They're cold and

they're actually f*cking nicer cold,

would you believe?

-Here. Go on, give us one.

-Do you want one, Christy boy,

yeah?

Do it. They're f*cking spicy enough now.

-They're f*cking disgusting.

-[Coughing]

-[Laughter]

-f*ck! Spit it out!

Will you shut the f*ck up?

Stop laughing at him.

-Here, Christy, have some of that

mother's milk, boy.

-Oh, f*ck off.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Indistinct conversations

continue]

-[Leona] I don't wanna know.

[Indistinct conversations continue]

-Stacey's a legend.

She always has time for me.

-What's Shane like then?

-You don't really know him,

do you?

-No, we haven't spent

much time together.

-What's the craic?

You seen Pawel?

-We don't hang around

with Pawel.

-You know who that is,

don't you?

That's your cousin Troy.

-What the f*ck

you whispering over there?

Is that Leona?

-It is.

-Who's your boyfriend?

He looks about 47.

-It's not my boyfriend.

That's Christy.

-Christy who?

-Christy.

As in Christy McCarthy.

-What, he supposed to be

famous or something?

-He's your cousin.

-Cousin?

-Yeah.

-No, he's not.

-He is.

-No, he's not.

-He is your cousin, boy.

-Shut the f*ck up.

-Your mam and his mam

were sisters.

That makes you cousins.

-Are ya thick or something?

-You gonna let that f*cking

gremlin talk to you

like that, Troy, huh?

-What the f*ck did you say

to me, boy?

-Christy, don't.

-Get the f*ck out of my face.

-Touch me again, I'll break your

f*cking fingers, boy.

-Come at me

and see what happens.

-Who the f*ck --

-[Groans]

-You're f*cking dead!

-Here, Christy.

We don't want no trouble

with them, boy.

-Do you know who his brother is?

Are you for real, like?

[Glass shatters]

[Car alarm horn honking]

-Take that, you c**t!

[Car alarm continues]

-Are you f*cking serious, boy?

You f*cking scumbags!

[Car alarm continues]

f*ck!

-Any of your neighbours have

dash cams?

-I told ya, I'll sort it myself.

-What about you, Mary Poppins?

What's the word on the street?

-I already told him.

I know nothing.

-Spoof.

-It's not spoof.

-Will you shut up?

I've to run out.

Try to get some f*cking work done

between the pair of you while I'm gone.

-[Muttering] f*cking hell, boy.

-Alright.

So, boy, tell me.

Who was this poor lad

in Ballincollig?

-He was my foster brother.

-What? What ya lamp the head

off him for?

[Laughs]

-He had it coming for a while.

-You're just like Shane,

you, boy.

He was some scrapper

back in the day.

I'm telling you now.

-Did you go to school

with Shane?

-No. We was in

residential care together.

He looked out for me in there.

-I thought he was living

with our cousins.

-I'm not getting into this,

boy. [Exhales deeply]

Here, look at this, la.

You'll like this.

-What's that?

-That's me, boy.

Gonna batter the head

off this Lithuanian feen

in Neptune Stadium.

I swear to God, Christy.

I swear to God, boy,

I'm gonna lamp the head

off that feen

by first-round knockout.

Wap!

Right in there.

[Clicking tongue]

-We have to get Christy

a f*cking gaff now, boy.

-Did something happen with him?

-f*cking van window got

smashed in is what happened.

-Did Christy have something

to do with that?

-I don't know.

Im worried about him, like.

-Right.

-This isnt Ballincollig,

Gerard.

You know what I mean?

He acts like that up here,

its a different story.

I worked hard enough to keep

trouble coming to my door.

-I know you have.

Listen, I'm trying, alright?

But you said

to find him a family

and there's absolutely nothing

for him around Cork right now.

-What about outside of Cork?

-Really?

Okay, I can, uh,

I can put the feelers out.

Nice one, boy.

-But I have to check in

with Christy

and make sure he'd be okay

with that, okay?

-Alright boy.

Bye.

-Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.

Pow, pow.

Like that.

Whoo-hoo!

Sconce off this, la.

Pure f*cking futuristic

weighing scales, boy.

Ha!

Ahh!

[Scale beeps]

What the f*ck, boy?

This thing's banjaxed.

That's not my weight at all.

Here. Get on that there.

Go on.

It's wrong, is it?

[Scale beeps]

147? Is that you?

-That's me.

-What you -- Move.

[Scale beeps]

What the f*ck, boy?

I'm supposed to be

under 170 for the fight.

[Van door closes]

-[Inhaling]

[Speaks indistinctly]

-f*ck you been doing?

The man's after roaring down

the f*cking phone at me.

Were you up in his room?

-N-N-No, boy, we was...

-Then why is his

f*cking Fitbit going nuts?

It's synced to his weighing scales,

you f*cking dopes.

It's not f*cking funny, boy.

He was at an important meeting

and all.

He's a f*cking lawyer like.

-What's he gonna do, sue ya?

Relax, for f*ck's sake.

-Don't tell me to f*cking relax,

boy.

It's because of you

I can't f*cking relax.

-You're the one that wanted me

to come working with ya!

-What were you gonna

f*cking do?

Just sit around my gaff,

depressed off your face, was it?

-You know what?

f*ck you, Shane.

[Kicks bucket]

-What the f*ck you playing?

Come back and pick that up, boy!

You're just gonna walk away

from me, is it?

Listen to me. I'm your brother!

-Half-brother!

[Mobile phone vibrating]

[Indistinct yelling on video]

-Who's that?

-I don't know.

[Mobile phone vibrating]

-[Breathing rapidly]

[Breathing rapidly]

-[Pounding on door]

-Stall on.

-Hello!

-[Pounding on door]

-I said stall on, a minute.

-You after falling in

or what like?

What's wrong with ya?

-Nothing.

-It's clearly not nothing.

Big mopey head on ya.

-None of your f*cking business,

is it?

-Here, there's no need to be

like that like.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

-What do you want from me?

I don't have any money

alright, so just f*ck off

and leave me alone.

-Who the f*ck do you think

you're talking to?!

Why is everyone

so ratty tonight, like?

[Sighs]

-Stall on.

Just stall on a second.

[Dog barking]

[Shane sighs]

[Camera powers on]

-Mam.

-Shane?

Stop filming me.

-I'm not.

-Get that camera

out of my face.

-It's not in your face.

-Will you stop filming me?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not filming you.

-f*ck off, will ya?

-[Laughs]

[Camera powers off]

-When were you born?

-June.

-So that makes you...

Gemini or Cancer?

That's a double personality

thing.

I can kinda see that in you.

-Yeah, it sounds like me

alright.

So do you not have

anywhere else to be,

sitting here with me?

-No. [Chuckles]

[Lighter clicks]

What about you?

Do you not have any family around?

-I burned them bridges

a long time ago.

-And are you sleeping here

or something?

Is there not any hostels around?

-Yeah, but I don't want to go

in one of them.

They're f*cked.

It's safer out here, like.

And I did try to get into

the women's shelters and stuff

like that,

but they didn't have any room.

But, um, whenever I can get in,

they can sort me out with, like,

rehab and stuff like that.

So...

I actually haven't taken nothing

in two weeks, though.

It's a lot for me, like.

-Chalk it down.

-What did you say

your name was again?

-Christy.

-You're salt

of the earth, Christy.

I'm happy I met you now tonight.

-Same here.

-Christy, do you mind

if I just hop in this?

Is that alright?

-No, you're grand.

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Sighs]

[Birds chirping]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

-Christy?

Come in here.

I was worried sick over you.

Where were you?

-I stayed at a friend's house.

-Sit down

and I'll make you something.

-No, you're grand.

-Just sit down, will you?

-I'm gonna have some tea

and toast. Do you want some?

-Yeah... alright.

Just toast, though.

-What about hot chocolate?

-Go on so.

Thanks.

-Here.

[Sets plate down]

Shane had to go to work.

He's not odd with ya.

He's just... stressed.

Yeah.

If you ever need

to talk to someone, Christy...

...I'm here.

I mean it.

I'd listen to you.

Just can't let the past

get you down.

Cos it'll ruin you.

-[Coos]

You can have a future.

You know?

-[Coos]

-Mm.

[Sighs]

-She's so chill like.

-Yeah.

I think she likes

her Uncle Christy.

-[Chuckles]

-Yeah.

[Dog barking in distance]

[Barking continues]

[Dark hip-hop track

plays over car stereo]

-Hey,

my brother wants to talk to ya.

-Why?

-Just wants to see you like.

-No, let's sort it out here,

me and you.

-Nah. It's settled.

Sure he's the one

who told me we're cousins.

-Sure I told you

we were cousins.

-Sure I have a million cousins.

That fella there could be

my cousin and I wouldn't know.

Just get in, will ya?

Get in the f*ck.

[Soft background music

playing]

Come on.

[People screaming

on video game]

[Buttons on game controller

clicking]

[Laid-back hip-hop track

plays in background]

-Look who it is.

[Video game pauses]

Stop the f*cking lights, boy.

It's like I'm seeing

a f*cking ghost or something.

[Lighter clicks]

Do you know who this is?

-Oh, yeah.

Carmel's husband.

-"Carmel's husband"?

What?

No, boy.

It's my cousin.

Miriam's kid.

[Hip-hop music playing]

-Stop!

-So, Christy,

you're the fella

who panned out Troy.

That's f*cking funny, boy.

That little sausage deserved

a slap anyway.

Troy, get up and make Christy

a cup of tea, you clown.

-You're grand.

I don't drink tea.

-You don't drink tea?

Get up and make him one.

-Doesn't want any.

-Where's your f*cking manners?

Get up and make him

a cup of tea.

-Where's Mam?

Christy wants to see her.

-She's down the Fairfield Tavern

having afternoon tea.

-Where do you think she is?

-Mam!

Mam!

-What?

-Someone here for ya.

-Who is it?

-You won't believe me.

Come here, will ya?

Christy, sit down.

-[Sighs]

-Make a joint, kid.

Everything's there.

So how's tricks with you?

-Not too bad now.

-Here, boy. You want this?

It's an All-for-One card.

Use it anywhere in town, boy.

You should go in to Boots and get yourself a

f*cking tub of Sudocrem for your face.

You might want to check

her first, though.

There's probably

about 15 euro left on it.

-What like? Who is it?

Hello.

-It's me, Christy,

your nephew.

-G'way, what? Christy?

[Chuckles]

-Give him

a f*cking hug or something.

For f*ck's sake.

-Sorry, Christy.

Do you want anything?

-He's grand.

Troy's making tea.

-Sit there, babe.

I have to take a sh*t anyway.

-What are you doing here,

Christy?

-I'm staying with Shane.

-Shane?

Does he know you're here?

-No.

-I haven't seen Shane

in years.

How is he?

-He's alright, yeah.

-Do you know he blocked me

on Facebook?

I didn't even know

he had a child

until his old doll shared it.

-Don't listen to this eejit,

Christy.

How long since you've been

in this house, boy?

-I don't know what age

was I. Like 5?

So...

12 years ago?

-12 years.

Jesus.

-f*ck that, boy.

Now, that's way too long.

-Imagine your mother could see

you sitting there.

God rest her soul.

We did everything we could,

Christy.

[Door closes]

-I know where I know him from.

Sconce off this.

37,000 views.

-Where's this?

-Ballincollig, it says.

-Go on, Christy!

You're f*cking battering him,

boy.

That's my f*cking cousin.

-This kid's a beast, man.

[Wind blowing,

leaves rustling]

[Indistinct voices

on television]

[Mobile phone vibrating]

-Christy, can you watch

her a minute?

I've a work call.

-Yeah.

-[Cooing]

-Hello.

Hello.

Hello, there.

-Gerard, what's happening, boy?

-Hiya, Shane.

How are you, fella?

Listen, I can't get through

to Christy there.

I just got an e-mail

that there's a family in Tralee

who are interested

in taking him.

-A family?

That's unreal, boy.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come here.

As I said, now,

it's just an e-mail,

so it's not set in stone.

But, listen, he's never lived

outside of Cork, Shane.

It's a fair old distance away.

It's two hours like.

I don't want it to be something

that completely derails him.

I need to know what he thinks.

-He'd be up for it 100%.

100%, boy.

[Indistinct voices

on television continue]

-[Shushing]

[Door opens, closes]

She's asleep.

-Will you run down and get

a cake for Robot's birthday?

-I'll use my own money,

it's alright.

-Alright, girl, shh.

-[Coos]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

-You said you had

a wheelchair taxi.

-I never said that.

They just sent me out, girl.

-Well, you shouldn't

have taken us so...

because it's stuck now,

isn't it?

-Relax. If we got it in,

we'll get it out.

-Happy birthday, Robot, kid.

-Cheers, kid.

That better not get broke

or you're paying for a new one.

-Shut up, boy, will ya?

-Out. And no damage done.

-How much do I owe you?

-Um...

-Is your meter still running?

-I'm still working, amn't I?

-Daylight robbery.

-About time.

Where's Mam?

-Mam doesn't have time

to cut your hair, does she?

No. Because she's putting on

your f*cking party.

-Leona, I can't be going around

looking like a hedgehog.

-Does it look like I care?

-I can cut your hair.

-I wouldn't let you

near my head.

-I used to cut the lads' hair

all the time

out in Ballincollig.

-Nah, not happening.

-Christy, I'd go inside now

if I were you.

The little baby's having

a tantrum.

-Sure. You know where I am.

-Christy! Go on.

You can cut my hair so.

I appreciate you anyway

doing this for me.

-No bother at all,

Robot, kid.

[Laid-back R 'n' B track

plays in background]

-Can I ask you a question?

What you doing Bonfire Night?

-Uh, actually,

it's my birthday.

-Ah, stop.

You know,

I build a bonna every year.

I'm gonna dedicate this one

to you.

It's gonna be lethal.

-Nice one, kid.

-No bother, kid.

-What am I seeing here?

-Christy's cutting my hair

because you're too busy

to do anything.

-I couldn't care less what

you do with your head.

Christy. Dear.

Jesus.

After all these years.

-What the f*ck?

-Mind them there.

Come here to me, boy.

How are ya?

-Don't be weird with him now.

-G'way you.

I remember this fella

when he was in nappies.

Do you remember me,

Christy?

-I don't. Sorry.

-Make yourself useful, Leona.

-Says the one.

-You don't remember me.

That's awful sad.

I used to mind you loads

when you were small.

How are you, pet?

-I'm good.

-And is it lovely

that you're living with Shane --

-Will you leave him

cut my hair?

-I'm only talking to him.

Will you stop?

And don't be a stranger

around here now.

You're welcome any time

for a cup of tea...

-Will you leave him

cut my hair?

Will you?

-I'm only talking to him.

You're welcome for tea

and a chinwag anytime.

I could tell you stories,

tell you stories about

this fella, and look at you.

Don't tell me you're a barber.

-No, I just -- I just do it

sometimes.

-You're doing a stellar job.

-G'way, will ya?!

-I'm only inspecting

the back of it.

-Can I have a look,

Christy, please?

f*cking love it, boy.

The Christy Special.

-[Chuckles]

-You have the gift,

alright, Christy boy.

She's a beaut.

Saved me a job.

-Sorry about her.

-I can hear you.

-You were meant to!

[Upbeat hip-hop track

plays in the background]

-Geez, is that some set-up

you have there.

Do you need another

extension lead or something?

-Yeah. Could you get

an extension lead?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What the hell is all that?

-You're getting gaslit

by a 10-year-old, that's gas.

-He smokes, I know that 'cause

I get them from him.

And he smokes.

Ya, you do, ya, you do.

-[Laughter]

-Here, Christy, try to blow

one of them up.

-You won't be able to, boy.

Not a f*cking hope.

-Look at that, Radar.

See, that's a real man

blowing up a balloon.

-[Laughs]

-Leona, you're in for a treat

with that sort of lip action.

-Shut the f*ck up.

-I'm starving, boy.

Is your brother nursing

them sausages...

or what's the f*cking story?

-Shane, what the f*ck?

-Alright, boy?

-What are ya after doing?

-What you talking about, boy?

-You're after cremating

the sausages.

-They're charred, boy.

It's a f*cking barbecue.

-They're black with the dirt!

-Shane, are the sausages --

-They're not ready, boy.

They're not ready.

-They look ready.

They actually look very nice.

-They're burned to death.

-I've got secrets on everyone.

That's how

they're all nice to me.

-Tell us some so.

-Um...

-What about him?

-Gary.

Okay, so one time back, I think

it was like a month or two ago.

He was wearing this pair of

jeans for an entire month,

but he didn't know that he had

sequined hearts

on the arse of it.

And then he was just like, "Oh,

f*ck, these are my Mam's jeans."

-[Laughs] What the f*ck?

-Robot, you're gonna love

this birthday present.

Look at it. Look at it.

Look at it.

Don't you love it?

-What am I meant

to do with this?

-It's a knuckle buster.

-Duster, kid.

-I'm gonna bust your face open,

so it's a knuckle buster.

-Here, I'm not gonna start

throwing slaps with this.

-That's an antique weapon.

Do you know how hard it was

to get that?

-Yeah. Alright, Ferret.

You stole it off your brother.

-Actually, I robbed it

from the shop.

-What about Fingers and Aveen?

-Ooh, Fingers and Aveen.

He's been in love with her

since we were about 5,

but like he knows

that she's a l*sbian, but

he keeps saying

every single day

that he's hoping

he could turn her.

-Every day,

I be getting up to mischief

Bout to add another name

to my hitlist

They don't realise

that we made different

Roast these chickens

like I was in the kitchen

Never sweat up

against opposition

People mouthing off

but I'm not listening

Got the heat blasting off

like a m*ssile

Make it big, make it work

that's my mission

Keep it quiet, no witness

When I'm on the mic,

I'm a whiz kid

Dunk it like biscuits,

I'm gifted

Bless you with my presence

like Christmas

-Walking round the street

in a sombrero

-People look at me

like I'm a weirdo

I do what I want

'cos I'm a hero

Walking round Cork

in a sombrero

-Sombrero

-Hold my head up high,

and let my face shine

Nothing in this world

can make me cry

-I'm in a place

that I'm happy to be

With the people I love

that are close to me

And they're doing the things

that make me feel free

To help me to grow up

to be a better me

Looking forward

to the future

Because my future's bright

Keep your eyes on me

Because I'm on the rise

Looking forward

to the future

Because my future's bright

Keep your eyes on me

Because I'm on the rise

-Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

-Shite.

-Happy birthday, dear Robot

Happy birthday to you

-Quick, blow

before they all go out.

[Cheers and applause]

Make a wish.

Happy birthday, kid.

Mwah. Love you.

-[Cooing]

-I can put her down if you want.

-Yeah? Go on, Christy.

Thanks.

-Stace, he's never

put her down before.

-He'll be grand.

-Stacey.

-Well, let him try like.

-I know how to do it, Shane.

[R 'n' B classic song

plays from speaker]

["How Do I Breathe"

by Mario plays]

-God, Christy's

really settling in, isn't he?

-It's so nice to see him make

a few friends, isn't it?

Here.

-[Sighs]

-When's the last time

we sat at the table,

just the two of us?

-We never sat at the table

even before Charli.

-Hmm.

Oh, I forgot.

You hate sitting at tables.

You're a pure couch man.

-You're like an old woman

from Skibbereen or something.

-Oh, I'd gladly sit

at the table all day.

Open door. All the neighbours

could come in and out.

-I know what you're up to,

putting on that song.

-What do you mean?

-You trying to get me to stop

being all moody, is it?

-Do you even remember this song?

-Of course I remember this song.

-Where did you first hear it so?

-It was playing

at Cubin's the night we met.

-Like you remember anything

from that night.

You and Trevor

were out of your minds.

Falling all over

the dance floor.

-Well, I remember this song.

I remember seeing you

at the bar.

-I remember thinking,

"Why is nobody serving her?

She's f*cking gorgeous."

-G'way, you fool.

-You still are, you know?

-Yeah, well...

-You're gorgeous, too.

-Do you still have the moves?

Huh?

-No, girl.

-Oh, come on.

I know you do.

-I'm not dancing tonight.

-Why?

-Cos I don't want to.

-Please?

-Stace, I don't want to dance

tonight.

-For me. Please.

Come on, Shane.

For me.

Come on.

Yeah. Come on.

Yeah.

Yes. Ooh.

-[Exhales deeply]

-[Shushing]

-Christy!

Christy!

-Christy!

-[Inhales sharply]

[Sighs]

-It is a nice haircut,

though, isn't it?

-It is, isn't it? Like I wasn't

expecting that out of him.

[Door closes]

-Christy, come here.

-Like he's actually

been raving about it

since he got it done like.

-Here, you never told us

you gave Robot a bazzer.

Pauline wants you

over there now.

-Jackie f*cked off to Tenerife

again without telling us.

Rude.

-[Chuckles]

-No, I only sorted out Robot.

I'm not a hairdresser like.

-It'd be a piece of piss.

You'd be grand.

-Will you do it for me?

I promise,

I'll never ask you

to do anything again.

-[Sighs]

-Honestly,

don't even worry about

like messing up

or anything like that.

Like it's kind of easy.

The only reason

my Mam even wants you is

because I'm not even allowed

to do boys hair anymore

because I f*cked it up

the last time.

So if you mess up,

it's grand

because hair grows back

and especially with the lads,

they don't really care because

they can just shave their head.

And they'd be fine.

Because I remember

this one time,

I was shaving this fella's head

and, um,

my hand -- he, like,

coughed or something.

So my hand went

and there was just a big, huge,

like streak just going on

the back of his head.

But you'll be fine anyway.

You said you had practice anyway

at Ballincollig and stuff.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-[Indistinct conversations]

-Oh, God, these are spicy as f*ck!

-Mam,

I have Christy there for you.

-Christy, you're a star.

This is Miriam McCarthy's

young fella.

-Really?

-Fair play to you, Christy.

I have an appointment

after Sharon

and I'd no one to do

a walk-in.

-That's your walk-in over there.

-Alright, Christy, bro.

-And he wouldn't go nowhere

till he got the Christy special.

-I don't know

if I'll be any good now, kid.

-Aw, shut up, boy, will ya?

You'll be grand.

Actually, you'll be great.

-If you can do it out the back,

you can definitely do it here.

-Yeah, like I used to get my

bazzers done at Idris' gaff.

But d'ya know... He nearly clopped

the ears off me, the f*cking gowl.

Then I saw what you done

to Robot

and I was like, "Sham, boy,

I need to get my bazzers off him,

he's lethal."

You're not from around here,

are you?

-I am originally.

-I knew that, boy.

Big Norrie head on top of ya.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-It means he has

a big Norrie head on top of him like.

-How can you tell that someone's

a Norrie from their head?

-Well, a Norrie always has this slightly

pissed off

look on their face,

but, you know,

when you get to know them,

they're actually the nicest people ever.

-Facts.

-So, what you think?

-It's unbelievable, boy.

Nice one.

[Door opens, closes]

-Looks really nice.

-Looks alright, doesn't it?

Looks class.

-Story boys?

-What's the craic, Robot, boy?

-What's the craic, Ferret, boy?

-What ya think of the trim?

-That man's a wizard, boy.

-He is alright, isn't he?

Nice one, Christy, boy.

-Good job, Christy.

-Yeah, looks really nice.

-It does be a long day,

doesn't it?

-It does.

-You did well, though.

-Here you go.

-What are you doing?

I only came here to help.

-Will you go away? You're after

doing near a full day's work.

-I'm not taking your money

off you, Pauline.

-Will you take it?

Just take it, you eejit, ya.

-[Sighs]

-You know, there's a career

there for you if you want it.

-Nah.

-A shame not to use them skills.

Well, not your sweeping skills.

Right. Well, I mean, I can still

use you tomorrow if you want.

Please.

-Yeah. Yeah. I can do it.

-Fair play to you.

Right. Go on. Get out and enjoy

what's left of that sun.

-Thanks, Pauline.

-Alright.

I'll see you in the morning

at 9:00, right?

-9:05.

-9:00.

And don't drink all your wages.

-An hour and a half, two hours they said.

-It's about three hours.

-It's an hour.

[Indistinct chatter]

-What do you want me to catch

for dinner tonight, love?

-The only thing you catch

is feelings, kid.

-Ohh.

-[Laughs]

-Fingers is like a dog.

-I'm bollocksed too.

[Laughter]

-Look at my eyes, I'm bollocksed.

-Oh, man.

That's how we do it down here.

[Lighter clicks]

-I'm gonna be 18 next week.

-What are you gonna do?

-Not a f*cking clue.

-How do you find me a new fella?

-I give him a...

I give him a 7.5 out of 10.

-Ooh.

-I'll take it.

-He's got fine, solid,

strong hands.

And he's got all

the good flick technique there,

on the razor.

-I taught him that myself.

-I'd say you did alright.

-Move back to Dublin with me,

bro.

-I've never been.

-You've never been to Dublin?

-No.

-[Laughs]

-What?

f*ck off, will ya?

-[Laughing]

-Why would I want to leave Cork?

-The minute I can get out

of here, I'm gone, man.

-Na, I like it here.

[Birds chirping]

Thank you very much.

[Indistinct conversations]

-You're an absolute freak.

Look, we have

some new perfume in.

We have gold, silver, and white.

-No, no.

-Don't be spraying my gowns.

-There's a smell of tomcat

off that.

Jesus Christ.

-No, there isn't.

-50 euro Brown Thomas, and only

a tenner that I'm taking, boy.

What a bargain.

- Look!

-Christy boy.

-What the f*ck?

-You just knew there was a load

of fish down here, did you?

-I'm a professional.

-Aye.

Give us a lighter.

[Vehicle passing,

lighter clicking]

-You're not from here either,

are you?

-God, no.

Meath woman, born and bred.

-What brought you here?

-What do you think?

A fella, of course.

Then he had the gall

to f*ck off back to country.

So that was the end of that.

Anyway... this was home by then.

People were good to me

around here,

your mother especially.

Her and the other girls

I worked with at Peter Marks,

we were like a little family.

-Yeah.

Was she a proper hairdresser?

-Don't tell me

you didn't know that.

-Well, I remember her

cutting my hair at home, but...

that's about it.

-She used to help me out

in here.

You and Shane used to come out

and keep us all entertained.

It's mad

you don't remember that.

Me and your mother,

we were like that, Christy.

You have the same way about you,

you know.

Lightness to you.

She was a victim,

your mother, Christy.

And don't let anybody

tell you otherwise.

That drug ruined so many lives.

[Dog barking in distance]

[Sniffles]

Some people walking around act

like they had no responsibility

in all that.

-What do you mean?

-Ah, nothing.

Just the way it is around here,

you know?

Lots of nice people

and lots of arseholes.

-Yeah. Sure, that's

the same everywhere.

-As my father used to say,

never pack an arsehole.

There'll always be one waiting

for you when you get there.

[Both laugh]

[Indistinct conversations,

birds chirping]

[Clattering]

-Going to work?

-Yeah.

Where you off to?

-Just heading into town

for a while.

-Just be back for 4:00, yeah?

-Why?

-Gerard rang.

He wants us to come in.

-Why did he call you?

-'Cause you won't answer

your f*cking phone.

This was always gonna be

temporary, boy.

You know that.

Pick you up later, yeah?

[Metal clanging]

-Christy!

-Alright, Christy boy!

-Here! Look what we found laying

outside the Apple call centre.

It's a door.

-This is going straight

into the bonna. Straight.

-Don't let the shades catch you

with that, lads.

-Not a chance, boy.

-What are they gonna do?

Arrest a kid in a wheelchair

for robbing doors?

Christy, hold up, boy.

What's up with you, boy?

-Nothing, kid.

I'm grand.

-Come on, Robot!

-Would ye shut the f*ck up?

You sure you're okay?

-Yeah, I'm grand, kid.

I-I have to go there.

-See you tomorrow, yeah?

-Yeah, I think so.

-What do you mean, "think"?

The bonna's for your birthday, boy.

You have my number

if you ever need to talk, yeah?

-Yeah.

[Mid-tempo hip-hop playing]

[Machine chiming]

-No more bets.

Thank you.

[Ball clattering]

28 black.

-Story.

Best of cousins again, are we?

Hey, Christy, did you see

Jammy's new primate

bopping around his gaff?

-Bullshit.

-What's bullshit, man?

Am I talking to you, am I?

f*ck me.

He was down at the caf

in Fota Wildlife, man

outside, uh...

What's that caf

with all the f*cking peacocks?

Came back anyway

with a one-armed lemur, he did.

Thing's getting fed better

than myself.

Sure you'll see him

next time you're up at the gaff.

Thing's walkin' around

like he owns the place.

-Talk so much f*cking sh*t.

-Talk sh*t, do I?

Aye?

You're only getting bad there

'cause you're after losing

a grand on a game.

f*ck's sake.

-It's mad that ye all

used to live with us.

I remember f*ck-all.

-Stop.

I remember f*ck-all as well.

-I remember Shane alright.

Used to play soccer with me

out the back.

Then he f*cked off, too.

Come here. What are you doing

tomorrow night?

-Are you not going to the bonna?

Am I f*ck. What am I, 12?

[Mobile buzzing]

We go into town

and get a few birds, yeah?

[Buzzing continues]

Hello?

Right.

Go on.

Right, lads. Let's go!

Come on, like.

[Line ringing]

[Ringing stops]

-f*ck's sake, Christy.

Answer your f*cking phone, boy.

-Hurry the f*ck up.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct shouting

in distance]

-Hey, lads, do you have a fiver?

-Get the f*ck away from me, you.

Ya smell bag, ya.

-Christy!

How's it going?

How're ya getting on, boy?

-Sorry. I have to go away.

-Huh?

-I need to go.

I'm sorry.

-Who's that skank, Christy?

-Christy riding all the f*cking

junkies in town, man.

-Jesus, Christy boy.

I thought you had f*ck'

better standards than that, kid.

[Brakes squeak]

-Stall on there, lads.

[Bird cawing, dog barking

in distance]

-Story.

-The f*ck you doing with him?

-He's our cousin, boy.

-Get in the van.

Gerard's waiting on us.

-No. You're grand.

-Get in the f*cking van, boy.

[Engine idling]

-Boys, I'll see ya later.

[Engine revs, tyres squeal]

-Christy, you're a tough man

to get hold of.

Listen. Um, the reason

I asked you to come in --

and sorry now to be

the bearer of bad news --

but, um, that family's

after falling through, okay?

-What do you mean,

fell through?

-What family?

-It fell through, Shane.

It happens, okay?

-What family?

-Did you not tell him

about the family, Shane?

-What are we gonna do, so?

'Cause he can't stay with us anymore, boy.

-Okay.

Well, the good news is

that a room's after coming up

in one of the aftercare centres.

But you said

you didn't want that.

-Well... maybe

we should look at them.

-Oh, I thought

they were horrible gaffs.

Good enough for me now,

are they?

-Well, we can go look at it tomorrow

if you want to, Christy, okay?

But I'm telling you now, lads,

if you don't take it,

it's gonna be gone the next day.

-We'll be there, boy.

-[Laughs]

[Door opens, closes]

-Christy.

Christy!

-Will you ever just f*ck off

and stop sneaking around

behind my back?

-You're ungrateful.

Do you know that?

That's -- That's your

f*cking problem, boy.

You've had everything handed

to you your whole f*cking life.

-I've had everything

handed to me?

You'd loads of people

helping you.

Nobody gave a f*ck about me.

-I gave a f*ck about you.

Well, here, who the f*ck

was helping me, boy?

-Gerard, Stacey, our cousins.

-Our cousins?

[Laughs]

You haven't a clue what

happened in that house, do you?

You haven't a f*cking clue.

You don't have a f*cking idea.

Not one f*cking notion, boy.

I had to f*cking --

I had to beg them.

I had to f*cking

beg the social workers

to take you out of there.

Did you know that?

-I didn't ask you to do it,

did I?

-You have no f*cking idea, boy.

I'm the only one who ever

f*cking looked after you.

-I haven't seen you in a year.

-I'm after

having a kid, boy.

-Oh, yeah,

and what about before that?

-Christy!

[Thunder rumbles]

-[Breathing rapidly]

[Spray bottle squeaks]

-Just the bare edges,

Anita, is it?

-Yeah, just a bare trim now,

Pauline, today.

Just to keep tidy.

-Just treating yourself?

-Yeah.

-How's all the kiddies?

-Ach, they're all grand.

-Got plans for going out?

-Keep your head straight.

One...

-Two.

Three, four.

-Let me see you.

Oh, you're lovely.

-You've lovely hair, Christy.

-I don't.

-You do.

I love your hair.

-[Echoing voices]

-Gorgeous.

-You're a messer.

-Alright, Christy.

Give us a bazzer, will ya?

[Clippers buzzing]

How much is your one paying you?

-Eight euro an hour.

-Eight euro?

That's not even minimum wage,

is it?

-I don't know.

-There's plenty of work

out there for a fella like you.

If you know where to look.

What are you doing later?

Big session in my gaff.

You should call in.

-I might, alright, yeah.

-Might?

Sure, you're not doing anything.

You having a bit of trouble

with Shane?

Someone needs to talk to him,

Christy.

You know I used to knock

the head off him

when we were younger,

and I've no bother doing it again.

Just say the word.

We'll have a carload of boys

up to his gaff in two minutes.

You know, you're not

a f*cking child anymore.

You need to stick up

for yourself.

-Christy, um, we should talk.

-Why does everyone want

to talk to me all of a sudden?

-Just -- Just be wide of them,

Christy, please.

Christy, wait.

f*ck.

[Indistinct conversations]

-[Cooing]

-Christy?

Christy?

What's going on?

Where you going with the bag?

-Thanks for everything, Stacey.

-Christy, stop!

-What's going on, Shane?

Is he coming or what?

-Hey. What's going on

with Christy?

Shane?

-How am I supposed to know?

-Did you tell him he had to go?

-The three weeks were up.

-God's sake, Shane.

He should be staying with us.

-What? You don't want that.

-How do you know?

You don't talk to me

about anything.

Why you acting like this?

-Acting like what?

-Like you don't give a sh*t

about him.

-I do give a sh*t about him.

[Baby crying]

-You're pushing him away.

-I'm doing what's best for him.

-No, you're not, Shane.

[Sighs]

You check on her.

I'm gonna go look for Christy.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Baby continues crying]

[Keys clatter]

-Oh, girl, girl. Shh, shh.

It's alright, girl.

It's okay, girl.

Shh.

[Baby fussing]

Shh.

It's alright, girl.

It's alright.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Indistinct conversations

continue]

[Door opens]

-I can't find him anywhere.

-I know where he's gone.

[Heavy hip-hop music

blaring from speakers]

-What are you doing here?

-Jammy invited me.

-Na, f*ck this session, boy.

Me and you will go out, no?

-Yes, cuz! What's happening?

Come in here, la.

Mam, look who's here.

Mup boys.

-Christy boy.

-Squid, throw out

a few lines there, yeah?

-Great to have ya back.

[Indistinct conversations,

hip-hop music continues]

[Engine revving]

[Indistinct shouting]

-Bate him into next week, boy.

Go on, that's it.

No b*tches around here.

Come on out of that, come on.

[Shouting continues]

-[Grunts]

[Body thuds]

-[Indistinct yelling]

-Who's next?

Come on, Troy. Come on, Christy.

Tops off, kid. This is where

you get your revenge.

-Get off me, boy.

-Come on, Christy.

You gonna hit him another slap?

I'm only messing with you, kid.

Come on. I want

to show you something.

Now you pour some out for her.

Go on.

It's mad, isn't it?

That's where we found her.

Your mam.

Happy birthday, kid.

[Water running]

[Muffled music, conversations]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Hip-hop music playing]

-f*ck you lookin' at?

[Laughter,

indistinct conversations]

-Where's Christy?

-f*ck me, boy.

They're all coming out

of the woodwork tonight.

What are you doing here?

-What do you mean,

what am I doing here?

I'm looking for my brother.

Where is he, Fionnuala?

-Don't talk to her.

Talk to me.

This is my house.

-Where the f*ck is he, boy?

Where the f*ck is he?

-Since when do you

give a f*ck about him?

He doesn't want to live

with you anymore, Shane.

He wants to stay here.

-Shane.

-Shut up, Troy.

-Shane.

-Shut the f*ck up, Troy.

-He's gone.

Left a while ago.

-What are you gonna do?

-You're nothing, boy.

-Aren't you going to pay

respects to your mam?

-She's not here no more, boy.

-Shane.

Try the bonna.

He said something

about that earlier.

-Nice one, boy.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Christy.

Where have you been?

Everyone's worried sick

about ya.

-What ya mean?

-Like, Stacey was over

at our house and everything,

like, wondering where you were.

Are you just having

a sh*t birthday?

-Suppose.

-Stop. I hate my birthday, too.

Will I let her know you're okay?

Happy birthday, by the way.

-Thanks.

[Both chuckle]

At least someone's here

to celebrate it with me.

-Ahoy, Christy boy!

-Oh, Jesus Christ.

-Come here, you.

-Happy birthday, bud.

Here. I have a present for ya.

-What is it?

-Oh, Jesus Christ, no.

-No, look.

-Oh! Fantastic.

-Happy birthday to you

-Oh, stop, lads.

-Happy birthday to you

-Leona, come on.

-I'm singing.

-Happy birthday,

dear Christy

Happy birthday to you

-Oh, shut up.

Jesus.

-[Cheering]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Laughter]

-Shut up, would ya?

-How's it feel to be 18, boy?

-Same way it feels to be 17.

-Fair f*ck' nuff.

[Laughter]

-That's unreal!

-It's f*cking sh*t!

-It's f*cking shocking.

-Way better than last year.

It's better than

Ballincollig's.

At least we have a fire.

-I've seen better fires

in my mam's fireplace,

for f*ck's sake.

-Alright, two of ye

shut the f*ck up, boy.

-It'll be better next year.

-If you say so.

-Oh, that's a fact, boy.

-If you say so.

-[Indistinct conversations]

-[Indistinct conversations]

-You have problems, kid.

Serious f*ck' problems.

[Laughter]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Indistinct talking on TV]

-Story, Christy, kid.

-What's happening, Cian, kid?

-Heading off to work?

-I am indeed.

-Christy, boy, will you please

give me a bazz soon?

-[Laughs] Christy,

did you see it?

You have to show him, boy.

It's bad.

What -- Oh, my f*cking God.

What the f*ck

did you do to your head?

-Stop laughing at it.

-Who the f*ck done that to ya?

-Jenny, boy,

and it's f*ck' sh*t.

I won't leave the gaff over it.

-Keep it on,

'cause it looks f*cking chronic.

-You'll sort it out

when you're back?

-I will. I'll sort it out

when I'm back for ya.

See you later, lads.

-See you later, Christy.

-G'wan.

-Will you stop f*cking

laughing at my hair?

[Indistinct conversations

in distance]

[Broom sweeping]

-Alright, Shane?

Everything okay, love?

-Here for the Christy special.

-Have a seat there so, Shane.

-Alright, boy.

-Alright.

-Make sure you charge that fella

the full whack now, Christy.

-I will.

-No refunds now, Shane.

-My hair looks pure weird now,

boy.

-I can tell.

-You doing alright?

-Yeah, I think so.

-You sure?

You'd tell me if you weren't?

-Yeah, yeah.

-You can always stay with us

as long as you want.

-Nice one, but...

I think I'm just gonna see

how I get on first.

Are you alright?

-I'm good, yeah.

Christy.

Mam would be proud of ya.

-Nice one, Shane.

[Clippers buzzing]

-Just don't shave a lump out

of my head like she did, boy.

-Did she?

-Yeah.

I begged her

to shave it all off,

and she just sent me back

to school looking like a madman.

-[Laughs]

-Still traumatised from it, boy.

People started calling me

Patch and all.

-[Laughs]

-She did too much talking,

not enough cutting, boy.

-Well, you won't have

that problem with me.

[Both laugh]

[People chattering happily,

laughing]

[Mid-tempo music plays]

-Oh, oh, oh

-Yeah, I remember back when

Doing homework

was my only task then

Sittin' down, eatin' dinner

With my dad still

plucking out his fake teeth

Mam's skitting laughin',

straight out the door

Used to hop over the bush

Dirt bikes in the green,

tyre marks by the foot

The boys bought a ball

so I played in the net

And I'd jump for the top

cos I save it

Like check this scrawny kid

wearin' gloves too big

Scrappy little fella

built like a toothpick

It was a mad laugh

chillin' when it's nice out

No tops and a nightcap

till it's lights out

Knocknaheeny resident

got street intelligence

The people round here

can put ya to shame

There's no equivalent,

speak with no ignorance

Got ya gobsmacked

like a hook to your face

-What is the sound

of the Northside, what?

Who keeps it loud

in the Northside, who?

Always stay proud

in the Northside

Yup, yup, yup, yup, hey

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it

in Cork, kid

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it

in Cork, kid

-What's the craic, kid?

I'm pulling skids in the chair

Every day live with no fear,

I'm a local celebrity

You'll never get me

out of here, no

It's my community, the people

that I care about

Farranree, Nash's Boreen

Fair Hill, Fairfield,

this fiend's on the scene

On the green when the sun's

out, get the g*ns out

When they see

the wheels comin'

The neighbours run down

for a knuckle touch

Don't be talkin'

double Dutch

Be straight up or get a belt

and my knuckle dust

Be sound,

'cause I'm the boss man

You don't wanna get tyre marks

on your socks, man

Even in a chair,

I run the place

And the shades know

the Norries, they love the blaze

On bonna night, it's like

a Northside festival

So yours better be

wheelchair accessible

-What is the sound

of the Northside, what?

Who keeps it loud

in the Northside, who?

Always stay proud

in the Northside

Yup, yup, yup, yup, hey

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it

in Cork, kid

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it

in Cork, kid

-Younger days

Wish I could rewind time

and go back to

Younger days

Wish I could rewind time

-Not a care in the world,

just livin' life easy

Couple of cailin,

in Knocknaheeny

That's me in the bucket hat

Get a slushy from the shop

'gis a sup of that

So hot that I'm wearin'

my flip-flops

Got a speaker

blarin' some Misneach

With Brooke, just chillin'

makin' TikToks

All I want is my hurley

and some hip-hop

I be causin' a scene like

Canty with the crew on set

These lights are fancy

I love the camera, though,

so that's handy

Sayin' cheese,

point it at me

Don't doubt me

'cause I'm small boy

Wish I could be in

The Kabin rappin' all night

Gotta be in bed by nine,

but it's alright

'Cause I get to wake up again

in the Northside

-In the Northside,

in the Northside

-What is the sound

of the Northside, what?

Who keeps it loud

in the Northside, who?

Always stay proud

in the Northside

Yup, yup, yup, yup, hey

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it

in Cork, kid

That's how we do it in Cork

That's how we do it in Cork, kid