02x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

He's only out minutes.

No need to start drawing
battle lines up just yet.

You've forgotten what he's like.

Where is he now?

Gone down to f*cking
Furry Bog with Eric.

Any cash lying around?

AMANDA: Yeah, but that's
all earmarked for the Batuks.

Everything has just changed, Amanda.

I hope you get that.

FRANK: Amanda looks after the finances.

We can't have someone
we don't trust holding

the purse strings for this family.

I'm only around the
corner if you need me.

You need to keep Anna far away from him.

I know.

Something I need to talk to you about.

- Okay, that's...
- Anna, are you coming back or what?

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- Aah!

- Bren.
- Told ya I wouldn't forget ya, Ged.

- (g*nsh*t)
- (GAGS)

Ged Delaney, was that you?

He was a snitch.

He was one of our best customers.

I was counting on his
money to pay the Batuks.

We need to find new buyers quickly.

Anthony, this is your granddad.

- You just call me Bren, young fella.
- Okay.

You ever sh*t one before?

- No.
- Nothing to it.

Alright, now remember
what I said. Enjoy it.

(g*nsh*t)

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Close that down, will you?

Wait outside. Don't let
anyone in we don't know.

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(TRUCK BEEPING)

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(METAL CLANGS)

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You off already?

I told you, Jimmy, you're
welcome to come, too.

Eh, no. You two go.

Get dressed. I'll wait. I don't mind.

It's grand.

It's grand.

I've stuff to do anyway today, so...

Okay.

I'll see you later.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

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(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

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No Rory today?

I didn't think we needed him.

Fair enough.

(ENGINE STARTS)

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What do you think, Birdy?

About what?

My cologne.

- You like it?
- It's nice, yeah.

Come on, get a proper smell of it.

I do like it.

- Yeah.
- (DOORBELL RINGS)

That's Viking.

I'll see you later, love.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Mam's gone already?
Yeah, she has a meeting.

- With Uncle Michael?
- Yeah.

I couldn't go. I've...

got stuff to do with your Granda.

Right.

You okay?

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Granda took me out with Eric...

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... to teach me how to sh**t.

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Huh.

You tell your mother about it?

No.

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Probably best that you don't.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay.

Go on. f*ck off.

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See you later.

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Love you, buddy.

ANTHONY: Love you, too.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MICHAEL: So, what do we
know about Wayne Madigan?

AMANDA: Frank says he's
been keeping a low profile

while he's growing his business.

Right.

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You sure this is the place?

It's where he said.

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JANE: Wait here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Not what I expected.

No.

It's a clever front.

("IF I'M A FOOL FOR
LEAVING" PLAYING DISTANTLY)

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♪ I'd rather be called foolish ♪

♪ And find somebody else ♪

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

♪ Then to be a fool forever
and not forgive myself ♪

Alright, Jimmy?

♪ I'm exactly what you made me ♪

♪ But I hope to change someday ♪

Hey, Jimmy.

♪ If I'm a fool for leaving ♪

♪ I'd be twice the fool to stay ♪

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What's up?

Why do we still have
Kem hanging around here?

Cos he's sound.

(SCOFFS)

Uh! He got us this.

- He can get you one, too, Jimmy.
- I'm grand.

Why don't you like him?

- Pfft...
- Cos he's a f*cking r*cist.

f*ck off, Eric.

What's the problem, then?

There's no problem.

I just think that we should
be keeping as much stuff

as possible within
the family, that's all.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Safer that way, innit?

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Did you call Frank like I asked you?

Yeah.

Yeah, it all got through.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

This is gonna be some payday.

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(DOOR OPENS)

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(DOOR CLOSES)

You were supposed to
be here minutes ago.

Oh, sorry about that.

Traffic was a nightmare.

Frank said you might be
interested in a purchase?

All depends on the price.

It's a kilo of H.

I was thinking closer to , a kilo.

(CHUCKLES)

At that price, we'd be working for you.

I already have a supplier,

who's gonna be pissed off
if I start buying from you.

So what's in it for me?

a kilo, if the order's big enough.

Still not low enough.

We can guarantee supply... As
much as you want of anything.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Is that what you told Ged Delaney?

Had nothing to do with us...
It was a personal dispute.

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Do you want the business or not?

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Not at those prices.

a kilo.

That's the absolute lowest we can go.

Look... I'll be honest.

Everyone knows you lot have
got a huge debt to pay off,

and you're left holding a load of
gear that Ged was meant to buy.

So I figured if I can get
something for a steal...

why not?

But anything over
is not worth the grief.

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(LOCKS CLICK, ALARM CHIRPS)

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(SIGHS) f*ck.

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Maybe we should think
about reopening our houses,

sell the gear ourselves...
More money in it, too.

- We're in wholesale now.
- Not without buyers, we're not.

Yeah, opening the houses would mean

more cash flow in a month's time,

but it doesn't solve
the current problem.

The balance of that
first payment is due.

We just need money now.

How much are we short?

Nearly million.

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BIRDY: They look great.

Yeah, they're nice.

How's Eric doing since he came home?

Don't ask me. I barely see him.

He's always off with Bren.

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Eric's a good boy.

That's the first time
he's ever been called that.

(LAUGHS)

He's impetuous.

That's one word for it.

You need to make sure he
doesn't do something stupid.

Something he would regret.

(SIGHS) He's not gonna listen to me.

You have to make him listen to you.

How, exactly?

Well, not by burying
your head in the sand

and just hoping everything's
going to be okay, Nikita.

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Show an interest in his work.

Let him know that he... He
can talk to you about it.

Give him your opinions.

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He'll start to listen... you'll see.

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Okay.

Good girl.

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Gonna get you them boots.

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I'd like to get those...

and I think I'll get
those glasses, as well.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

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BREN: Hey, Anto!

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How are you?

We've got a job for you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

See that girl you were talking to there?

- Who is she?
- That's Anna.

Anna? Michael's young one?

Yeah.

Right.

You put that in your pocket
and go wait in the car, okay?

Good boy.

Where's he going now?

To talk to Anna, I think.

BREN: Anna! Come here, girl.

Do you know who I am?

I think so.

I'm your grandad.

This is for you...

for all the birthdays I missed.

- You don't have to do that.
- No, but I want to.

You're part of this family.

Go on, take it.

Buy yourself something
nice from me, okay?

Thanks.

I'll see you again, love, alright?

Okay.

Well, there must be something
else we can try instead.

There isn't.

What about cash reserves?

Anything liquid is going to the Batuks,

and the rest is all tied
up, we can't access it.

Well, you should've kept more in cash.

(SCOFFS)

I would have,

if I'd known your brother and son

were gonna k*ll our best customer.

No one's pretending
this is ideal, Frank.

At least this way, we can
make the first payment.

The others are never gonna go for it.

But you'll back us up?

Okay.

But it's Bren who's
gonna be your problem.

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- Jump out here, Anto.
- Yeah, yeah.

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Okay, you wait here.

If you see anyone coming along this way,

call your father straightaway, alright?

- Yeah, no bother. Good lad.
- See you later.

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Lee. Dotser's nephew.

Where's the gear?

It's all inside.

Right. Show Eric where it is.

I'll follow you in, I just
want a quick word with Jimmy.

- What's up?
- What's the problem with Kem?

There's no problem.

I told you... it's just he
isn't family, that's all.

I don't hear you
questioning any of the others

- who aren't family.
- Forget I said anything.

I can't, though.

If there's something I need
to know, I want to know it.

There isn't.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

I hope so.

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(LAUGHTER)

How much is all that?

million.

We are moving this right away.

Show everyone we're the top dogs.

I want you to run these into town for me

and leave them in the desk
in the back office of the pub, okay?

Yeah, no bother.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

It's just Amanda.

- (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
- Yeah?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I'll let them know.

- (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
- Hey, something's come up.

Amanda and Michael need
to see us all... now.

In the desk.

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(ENGINES REVVING)

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It's all set.

Where?

At the Furry Bog.

- Bren and Eric are there every night.
- Right.

I've this young fella lined
up. He'll do it for two grand.

No.

I'm doing this one meself.

You don't need the f*cking hassle, Kev.

Let the kid do it.

Have you forgotten what they did to Ged?

- Of course not.
- Wasting them c**ts is no f*cking hassle.

So put a spotter on
the pub and let me know

as soon as they're there, yeah?

Go on.

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- Where were you?
- Out with Da, Eric, and Granda.

Go up to your room.

He's old enough to be part of this.

Now, Anthony.

I know what goes on anyway.

Jimmy, tell him.

He's almost .

Don't make me drag you up those stairs.

Go on.

What's this all about, anyway?

The Batuks, and how we
make the first payment.

Right, well, you know
my feeling on that.

f*ck them!

Yeah, makes sense, considering
the last time this family

was in a hole, you weren't
exactly rushing to help us.

With Ged Delaney gone, we've
lost our biggest customer

and we're left holding
his order in our hands.

There's always other buyers.

We found one who's willing
to take the heroin off us

at , a kilo.

The fucks.

At that price, we're
losing money on the gear.

We'd take a hit, but we'd have
the cash for the first payment.

We'll make back the losses
over the next few shipments.

No, f*ck that. I want me slice now.

JIMMY: We all want that, Eric,

but it's probably not
that f*cking simple, is it?

Well, it would be if we hadn't
agreed to give away f*cking million.

And for what?

Are we supposed to
believe that the Turks

are just gonna f*cking
ride off into the sunset?

Well, it's what they've agreed to.

Well, they're lying.

She got lucky with Eamon Cunningham,

and now we're treating her
like the f*cking messiah.

So what would you do?

Right, well, instead of
giving all our money away,

I would use it to take
them greasy c**ts on.

If you think that even with million

we can b*at the Batuks,
you're f*cking deluded.

They're gonna shut
down our supply lines,

stop us doing any business,
and pay people to k*ll us off.

Yeah, let them f*cking try.

We made a deal. If we
break our word now...

No, no, no, no, you made a f*cking deal,

and a sh*t one at that.

All's they're gonna do is bleed us dry,

and then when we've no money left,
they'll f*cking come after us.

This is what we agreed to do.

I didn't, and I will not agree to
sell our gear at a f*cking loss.

Are you on board with all this, Frank?

Yeah.

Right, so that's it, then?

So, you're just like
a f*cking sock puppet

for that pair, then, are you?

- Bren...
- No, this f*cking needs saying.

No wonder he nearly ran this
family into the ground...

Piss weak c**t.

(BANGS TABLE) That's enough.

Jesus Christ.

You, her, and that
f*cking handbag over there

can cook up any shite you want,

but you're not taking
a single f*cking penny

of my cut of that shipment
and giving it to them Turks.

Or Birdy's.

What about you, Eric?

Yeah, I want me full whack.

Jimmy? He's with us.

She speaks for you now, does she?

- No.
- Right.

Well, you might want to
f*cking tell her that.

We're trying to spare
this family another w*r.

Me, Birdy, Eric...

We all say no, so that's
a f*cking end to it.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

I'll make sure you three get paid,

even if the rest of us take a hit.

Are you f*cking deaf?

Stop talking to her like this, Dad.

Stop.

Selling product at a loss

makes this family look
like a f*cking joke,

and I'm not f*cking having it.

You need to start acting
like the man in this house.

Thanks.

Don't ever do that again.
Don't ever speak for me again.

- Jimmy...
- Stay out of my f*cking business, Michael.

Well, I told you they
weren't gonna buy it.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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(AMANDA SIGHS)

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I don't want Anthony hanging out
with Bren and Viking, alright?

No.

You don't make all
the decisions, Amanda.

It's not just you and Michael
making all the decisions on your own.

I have a say in things, too...

About our son,

about what we do with our money,

whether we have this baby or not.

What?

S-So you're saying you
don't want a baby now?

You know that's not the f*cking point.

Right, well, then, what is your point?

That you decide everything.

f*cking everything.

And nobody ever asks me what I want.

Maybe I do want the baby, maybe I don't.

Who the f*ck knows,
cos nobody ever asks.

(LAUGHS)

What's so funny about that? No, nothing.

I just think that what
you really meant to say

was actually, you want your daddy

to make decisions for you
now instead of your wife.

- f*ck you.
- No.

f*ck you, Jimmy.

I've reared our children.

I took care of the
money. I ran the house.

I ran the dealership,
took care of everything.

I practically f*cking dress you.

And now, because your
father is back out,

you want to suddenly
start acting a big man

instead of supporting your wife?

Like, f*ck you, Jimmy.

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I notice you left Michael
off that list of achievements.

No mention of him, no mention of
f*cking my brother behind my back.

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Yeah.

That's exactly what I did.

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(BREATHING SHAKILY)

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(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)

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Is he here?

Yeah. He's inside with Eric.

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Stay away from Anna.

She's my granddaughter.

- I can f*cking...
- I said stay the f*ck away!

Jesus f*cking Christ, Michael!

Keep out of it, Eric.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Why?

Are you gonna k*ll me, Michael?

You think I won't?

You think I won't pull this trigger?

You really think I
won't pull this trigger?

You know what, do it.

Say I won't f*cking do
it, see what happens.

- Michael, please.
- Go on, say it.

- Say I won't f*cking k*ll you.
- Not here on Birdy's good...

- (g*n CLICKS)
- (GASPS)

(LAUGHS)

Now, listen here...

Go near her again,

next time, it won't be empty.

f*cking prick.

(DOOR SLAMS)

See you in the morning, buddy.

ANTHONY: Where are you going?

Just out with Da and Eric.

Okay. See you, Da.

So... what were you doing with
your father and Bren earlier?

Nothing.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you can't have been doing nothing.

I mean, nothing interesting.

You'd be surprised
what I'm interested in.

Okay.

We went to the beach, and
Grandad bought me ice cream,

and we built sand castles.

It was the best day ever.

Happy?

Can I go now?

Alright. Go.

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(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

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(DOOR SLAMS)

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Ma! I'm getting changed in here.

Where you going?

Just down to the pub with Eddie.

Stay here with your family.

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Think about what you're doing.

Ma, come on. Let go.

Ged wouldn't want you
getting locked up for him.

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I have to do this.

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(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SPITS)

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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
MUSIC PLAYING)

(BUZZER)

(LOCK CLICKS)

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Alright? Drink?

Go on, then.

John, another round there.

Get that into you.

- Slainte.
- Slainte.

Jimmy, your da's looking for you.

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(MUTTERS)

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(MUSIC CONTINUES FAINTLY)

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- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Yeah?

- You wanted to see me?
- Shut the door.

Look, I've spoken to Amanda,

and I told her that she
doesn't speak for me, so...

All she's doing is making a
f*cking mug out of you, Jimmy.

I know. She knows the score now.

Right, sit down.

Here, try this for size.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

There's something else
I need to tell you, Da.

Take a f*cking bump. Go on.

Hey, that's f*cking quality.

Yeah. Listen, Da...

(SNIFFS)

- f*ck.
- Da.

We're gonna get you your hole tonight.

Break that f*cking witch's spell...

Kem's a rat.

That's why I don't trust him.

What do you mean he's a f*cking rat?

He was feeding information
to Eamon Cunningham,

and he set up Fudge.

But I thought he helped
you get Con Doyle.

Only because Amanda sussed
what he was at and forced him into it.

Oh, f*cking hell.

But he's been setting stuff up for us.

I know.

So, why would Eric keep
a f*cking rat around?

Eric doesn't know.

Who does?

Me, Michael, and Amanda.

What about Frank and Birdy?

Why not?

That's just the way Amanda wanted it.

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(RINGING)

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Hello?

I'll be coming to Dublin in person

to collect your first payment.

That's not necessary.

It is what I'm doing.

We've sent over half
the payment already.

The rest will be there.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

You owe us a lot of money,
and we intend to get paid.

And I don't want you thinking we
have disappeared from your life.

If that's what you want.

It is.

I expect everything to go as we agreed.

No delays or excuses.

I understand.

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(SIGHS)

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(SPEAKING TURKISH)

(MONITOR BEEPING, RESPIRATOR HISSING)

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Just get whoever you can.

- In and out quickly.
- Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

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(g*n COCKS)

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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
MUSIC PLAYING)

f*ck's sake.

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Hmm? (BANGS)

What the f*ck?

He's got a balaclava.

- He's got a balaclava.
- He's got a f*cking bally!

Put the f*cking locks on, John.

f*ck. (BANG)

f*ck's going on?

Some c**t in a balaclava's
stuck in the porch.

(BANGING)

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He's trapped.

We have him f*cking trapped.

Eric, don't be an idiot.

Look at him.

He's like a monkey in a f*cking cage.

Will you just f*cking give over?

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, Bren.

Do you see our pet monkey, Bren?

- (CHUCKLES)
- NIKITA: I'm warning you, Eric!

Oi? Oi?

(HOOTING)

Will you stop it? Eric!

(LAUGHING)

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f*ck's sake.

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Hey! f*cking look at me
when I'm talking to you.

- You want me to call the Guards?
- Not yet.

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Kev, what the f*ck are you doing?

- (ERIC HOOTING)
- NIKITA: Will you stop it?

KEVIN: Eddie, I'm stuck!
I can't get f*cking out!

Here! You f*ckin' fool, ya.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna sh**t me? Huh?

- Stop it, Eric!
- Do it. I f*cking will, ya prick.

NIKITA: Eric!

f*cking do it.

- Yeah? f*ck you!
- Eric!

- Do it!
- (g*nsh*t)

f*ck! f*ck.

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(CHUCKLING)

JIMMY: Is he dead?

I hope so.

He's only half a f*cking face left.

Lee!

Go out to the office.

Get all the coke and take
it out the back way, right?

Right, everybody, stay where you are.

This clown come in
here and sh*t himself.

We've done nothing wrong.

John, go call the Guards.
Report this sh**ting.

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(DOORBELL RINGING)

FRANK: Alright, I'm f*cking coming.

f*ck's sake.

(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEP)

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I've been ringing you for ages.
Why weren't you picking up?

I must have left my phone
in the bedroom or something.

This better be f*cking important.

There was a sh**ting down at the pub.

- Eric?
- No.

No, he's grand.

They all are.

Ged Delaney's little brother
Kevin arrived with a g*n,

ended up sh**ting himself in the face.

f*ck.

Thought maybe you might
want to head down there,

you know, show your face.

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You alright?

It's just an ulcer.

Yeah, my ma's cousin
thought he had an ulcer.

Turned out it was cancer.

Dead in six weeks.

Thanks for the pep talk.

No wonder you have a f*cking ulcer.

Look at all the crap you're eating.

Living in sh*t just
makes you feel like sh*t.

It messes with your head, man.

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You need to get a cleaner
in here or something,

and they cost f*ck all.

And a cook.

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You know what's a real shame?

What?

That they didn't get Bren tonight.

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That's not f*cking funny, Frank.

I'd have paid Kev Delaney
meself to clip that f*cking c**t.

(CHUCKLES)

Seriously, Frank...

don't ever say that out loud again.

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(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(GATE OPENS)

Nuray Batuk called earlier.

She's coming to oversee
the payment herself.

Why?

To try to keep the pressure on us.

I'm gonna call Wayne
Madigan and just tell him

that we're gonna sell
to him at K a kilo.

(EXHALES SHARPLY, CHUCKLES)

Bren's gonna be on the warpath.

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We have no choice.

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I'm so glad you're back.

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(GULPS)

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(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING,
POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

I was only messing around.

I told you to stop.

(SIGHS) It was a f*cking joke.

How was I supposed to
know what would happen?

"How was I supposed to know?"

You should get that f*cking tattooed.

You given your statements yet?

They've taken the security footage,
so they'll know what happened.

Bren wants a word out back. Let's go.

I won't be long.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION,
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLES)

This is ominous.

Kem's a rat.

(CHUCKLES) What?

(WATER DRIPPING)

No.

No, I don't believe that.

He was feeding Eamon
Cunningham info the whole time.

That's bollocks, Bren.

And he set Fudge up to be k*lled.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

- Kem wouldn't f*cking do that, not to us.
- It's true, V.

How the f*ck do you
know? Who's saying this?

Amanda caught him out,
and he admitted to it.

When?

Months ago.

No. No.

I don't f*cking believe this, Bren.

I have to hear it from
him. Do you hear me?

If he's admitted it, I
have to hear him say it.

I'll ask him meself.

You'll say f*ck all to him.

He thinks only Amanda, Jimmy,
and Michael know what he did,

and I don't want him twigging otherwise.

I'd still be inside
if it wasn't for Kem.

And Fudge would be alive.

He's a f*cking rat, just
like Ged Delaney was a rat,

and rats get what they deserve.

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

Now, you brought him
into this family, Eric,

so you're gonna have
to clear this mess up.

Bren...

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No.

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f*ck.

Get Lee...

or someone else to do it.
I'll pay for it all. Please.

If you're not going to do this,
then f*ck off out of here right now

and don't come back.

Go on.

f*ck off, cos I have no
f*cking time for windy c**ts.

I can either trust you or I can't.

You understand me?

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Yeah.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

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BRESLIN: Hope they're
paying you overtime, Paddy.

(CHUCKLES) What do you think?

Look, I'm on that sh**ting
out past the airport,

where Beady Donovan and
Jason Mahon were k*lled.

Well, when we were going
through Donovan's belongings,

we found this in his jacket pocket.

The original has Amanda
Kinsella's fingerprints on it.

Could be a bank account
or a passcode or something.

So, we thought you might be interested.

I am.

Very.

Let me know how you get on, yeah?

Hm.

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