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A few Jelly Babies and some licorice.
Give us a few of those pearly ones, please.
- Hey, let's go. - Take that with you.
Keep the change.
He's in there by the car.
Check out the shades.
You grab a coffee.
I won't be long.
Go on, boss.
Good to see you, Frank.
You know there's cops down there in the car park taking snaps?
Yeah, they've been camped out there since Eamon arrived.
Fuck 'em.
Frank.
- You want something to drink? - Eh, no.
I'm grand. Thanks, though.
Get him a whiskey, John.
Neat. Thanks.
John says you've been having some grief.
Yeah.
One of your lads,
Caolan Moore, has been encroaching.
He's young, enthusiastic.
You remember what that was like?
Well, he burned out two of our dealers.
And I can't have that, Eamon.
Look, Caolan gets all of his product from me.
He's not using other suppliers... not like you do.
I have to repay loyalty with loyalty.
You and I have been doing business
since before Moore was born,
and no one shifts as much product for you as we do.
It's not personal, Frank.
It's just the model's changing.
You're either all in with me or you're not.
Mam?
I'm getting dressed.
Da just rang. They'll be here in 10 minutes.
Thanks. I'll be down in a sec.
Michael?
Michael.
Yeah.
You alright, bro?
Yeah, grand.
Birdy, I got food earlier.
It's all in the fridge.
Ah, it's not party food, though.
You need proper party food.
Itsy-bitsies, like.
Anthony.
Yeah?
Come here.
Take these upstairs.
- Alright. - And put a shirt on.
- Now? - No, next week.
Eric, not here in front of Jamie.
What? All gone now.
And you shouldn't be drinking.
He's 17.
Ma.
Lord Jesus.
Jesus Christ.
Guess where I was today.
Alcoholics Anonymous?
Ha.
Your school.
Ex-school.
Not anymore.
They're giving you another chance.
You're back Monday.
I told you... I don't want to go back there.
Too bad.
So, anyway, we're going to that club later,
so you should just come.
Yeah, yeah. Sweet.
- Fuck it. - That's not happening.
Why not?
Introduce him to one of Nikki's mates, give him his hold.
- Eric. - What?
He knows it doesn't matter who it is the first time.
Just fucking throw it in there.
Eric, stop being a fucking idiot.
What you think?
I think some people are all mouth.
Exactly. Yeah.
- They're here. - Shh.
They're here. Come on.
Should we hide and jump out, or what?
It's not a fucking surprise party.
He knows we're gonna be here.
Shh. Everyone, come on.
Ah.
Hope you got your drinking boots on, Michael.
I can't believe he's here.
Oh, Anthony... Oh, look at you. You look gorgeous.
You made an effort... Look at him.
Yeah?
Whoo-hoo!
Welcome home, pet.
Ah, thanks, Auntie Birdy.
Whatever they were feeding you in there, you look well on it.
In there... Yeah. It's probably a diet of cock.
Welcome home, man.
- How's it going, Eric? - This is Nikita.
- Hi. - I've heard loads about you.
- Some good, I hope. - Of course, it's good.
Jamie, Anthony, say hello to Uncle Michael.
- How are you? - No, yeah. Yeah, I know.
Big, aren't they?
- Nice to see you. - Nice to see you.
Jamie, bigger than me now.
You're not gonna say hi to Michael?
I will. I am.
Hey.
You look well, anyway.
- How's it going? - Yeah. Grand.
It's great you're back.
Thanks.
Come and have a bit of food, Mikey.
Take that jacket off, will you?
Eh, I'll get that.
- They here yet? - He just arrived.
Amanda.
Hey!
Sorry I'm late, Mikey.
No worries.
Good to see you out and staying out.
We'll see to that. Hey, do you remember this fella?
- Hi, Dotser. - How are you, Mike?
- Good. - Hey, bro, take one.
- Ah, no, I'm alright for now. - You sure?
Yeah, yeah. Thanks, though.
Well, come on. I have something to show you.
- Now? - Yeah.
I'll get some drinks for you.
- Eh, Jamie come help me. - Oh, yeah, get me one.
G&T, yeah?
What happened, Jimmy? Your snakes win the lotto?
Yeah. Long way from a plastic box under the bed, is it?
You remember Cyndi?
Yeah. Oh, man.
I used to torment you with her.
You know, eh, Birdy bought some stuff for the house.
Sheets, towels.
Some clothes for you.
- It's all in there. - Great.
You know you can always crash here with us, yeah?
I'm not sure that's a long-term solution.
Yeah, I'm just saying.
You don't have to live there if you don't want to.
You can stay with us as long as you want.
I'll be grand.
You sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
Thanks, brother.
You wanna hold her?
- No. - Okay.
So?
What's the story?
I, eh... I spoke to Eamon about the shit with Caolan Moore.
Yeah? And?
He's gonna sort it.
Yeah? How, exactly?
He'll have a word with Moore, put a stop to it.
Are we gonna be compensated for the stash houses he torched?
Just leave it, will ya? It's fucking done now.
You know how much we're out of pocket 'cause of him?
He's laughing at us, Da.
He's fucking laughing at us.
He's going around and he's telling everyone
he's with Eamon Cunningham
and he can do whatever the fuck he wants.
He'll be told what's what, and that'll set'll it.
Yeah, 'til the next time.
He'll ease off for a while,
and then he'll be back acting the bollix again.
Just fucking drop it, will ya?
Why are you so fucking weak?
You're making us all look bad.
I'm using my fucking head!
You might want to try that yourself sometime.
Bending over, taking it up the arse?
That's using your head, is it?
Yeah, you just keep that up, I'll put your head
through that fucking window!
Why do you never listen to anything I have to say?
'Cause you're a fucking embarrassment.
Fuck this.
Yeah.
Jimmy, I don't want to pet your snake, alright?
- What? - Do we have to do this every time we have visitors?
Baby, people pay to see these bad boys at the zoo.
People love snakes, am I right?
Nikki, we're leaving.
Yes, Your Majesty.
- Eh? - Are you leaving already?
But you've hardly even seen Mikey.
Let him fucking go.
Hey, stay. Stay.
Stop being such a fucking baby, Eric.
Shut the fuck up.
- Waaaah. - Aww.
Waah.
Blimey. Welcome home, Michael.
Can I get you another sparkling water or something?
Actually, I think I'm gonna call it a night.
Ah, what?
But we're only getting started.
Ah, it's been a long day, though, hasn't it?
Yeah, I might hit the road meself.
Frank, we're supposed to be having a party.
Yeah, I know.
We were, until that clown started
wrecking the fucking buzz.
But I put out all the food.
I'll wrap it up and you can take it with you.
See you. Thanks.
Bye.
Thank you.
- See you. - Bye, Frank.
Night, Frank.
Mikey, you don't have to go back into that house again
if you don't want to, you know?
- I have a spare room. - I'll be grand.
Thanks, though. Here.
- See you tomorrow. - Alright.
Good night.
It's good to have Michael back, isn't it?
- Yeah. - Hmm.
Hey.
Leave it.
I don't want to get up to a kip.
We'll do it in the morning.
"We"?
Yes.
Yes, "we."
I'll get up early with you and we'll do it together.
Now, that is a lie.
Come on.
Leave it. Leave it.
Ah. Just let me finish this, Jimmy.
It'll only take a few minutes,
then I'll be in, too.
Alright.
Five minutes.
Five minutes, then I'm gonna come looking for you.
- Okay. - I mean it.
He's not what I was expecting.
- Who? - Michael.
He's quieter than I thought.
He's real shy or something.
He's not shy when you cross him.
- Can we go home now or what? - Yeah, in a sec.
There's something I need to sort out first.
It won't take long.
Eric, you've been saying that for ages.
Yeah, and I mean it.
- What are you doing? - Wait here.
Hey! Moore!
Who ordered a cunt?
'Cause a cunt definitely arrived.
I'm a cunt, am I? Come here and say that, Moore.
Come here and smile like that.
- Come on. - Fuck off, Eric.
You're making a show of yourself.
I'm making a show of meself?
I'm the one standing here outside your gaff.
So, what are you gonna do about it?
Do something about it.
- Do something. - Smash him, bro!
You'll do fucking nothing, 'cause you're a little fucking bitch.
Faggot.
Oh!
Eric!
Fuck off home, you hear me? Get the fuck home!
Get out of here, you little baldy rat!
- Someone's gonna call the guards! - Get in the car! Get in the fucking car!
Bring her fucking home, will ya?
For fuck's sake.
Fucking tramp.
You're a scorpy cunt, anyway.
Fuck's sake, Eric.
Eric.
- Eric, calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down!
You know that only winds me up even more!
Okay, then, take a deep breath.
That's even fucking worse!
- Eric... - What?
Shouldn't you go talk to Frank first?
No. I'm not gonna fucking talk to him, and neither are you.
This stays between us.
- Do you hear me? - Yeah.
Yeah?
Alright. Just wait here, alright.
- Where are you going? - Just stay here.
Look, don't look so worried, alright?
I'll be back in no time.
Okay?
His fucking fat ex.
? This is Q ?
Now, turning up the...
Fucking taking your fucking time.
... with Aiden and Vanisha...
? Dublin, Dublin Q 102 ?
Seriously?
What is the actual point of this, Mam?
Like, what am I supposed to do at the dealership, anyway?
There's always work, for those who want it.
Jesus.
Have you any idea how Amish that sounds?
Next you'll have me weaving me own clothes or something.
Fucking hell.
Have you filled out your CAO form yet?
Not this again.
Ah, look, it's up to you.
You can either come in to work with me,
or you can stay at home,
pick out your college courses, fill out your CAO.
Alright, fine.
I'll fill out me CAO.
- Go on. - Love you.
Yeah, whatever.
? I can hear the sirens coming ?
? It's coming in my dreams, it's coming... ?
- Alright? - Alright. How'd you get on?
Not a bother. That's all the V5s and a list of buyers for them.
Did you check all these have drivers licenses?
Yep.
When can I start using lads for a second time?
Well, not in the same tax year.
And two of these are from the same estate.
Well, it's not easy finding new people each go.
It's a red flag for revenue and fraud,
so I can't take both in the same batch.
I need to get rid of one and find somebody else.
I mean, we can use them in the future, but not in this next run.
- Yeah, okay. - Alright, come on.
We'll get these on the system and then I'll get you paid.
So, Eamon wants us sourcing all our gear from him, and only him.
Well, that's a load of bollix.
If we're relying on Eamon for everything,
he'll have us by the balls.
He already has, and he knows it.
The shit with Caolan Moore, that's just the start of it.
Eamon wants to squeeze out anyone
who's not exclusive to him.
I don't see with what's wrong with the way things are.
- "The model is changing." - Okay?
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
It means that Eamon wants everybody
buying all their gear off him at the price he says
and selling it on at the price he says,
and he won't be happy until we are running a franchise
of Eamon fucking Cunningham limited.
I just bought that, Frank.
It's fresh.
Just checking.
So, what are we gonna do?
Well, I told him that I would up his cut to 35%.
Wow.
Jesus Christ, Frank, we might as well
be fucking working for him.
Yeah, but we're not.
If we want to keep any kind of independence,
we need to be making him so much fucking money
that it would cost him to replace us.
- Hiya, Mikey. - Oh, yeah.
Knocked into you earlier, but there was no answer.
Yeah, I couldn't sleep, went out for a walk.
Yeah, sleeping's the hardest bit when you get out, but it gets easier.
Mikey doesn't want to talk about the joy.
We were only saying, you've been missed.
It's good to have you back.
Your favorite.
Yeah, I have to split.
See yous later.
Alright.
Alright, Eric.
Listen, Frank, I'm gonna need a job.
Yeah, that's no bother.
Jimmy was looking after your end on the inside,
so, yeah, it's there waiting for you.
I mean a proper job, something legal.
- What for? - I need one of them to get access to Anna.
Do you think they'll let you see her?
Of course they will.
He's her da.
You know it's not that simple.
Well, it should be.
That young one belongs here with Mikey, and us.
Look, take this for now.
I'll sort out something for you.
Thanks, Frank.
I appreciate that.
You sure you didn't do anything to provoke this?
No. Nothing.
Because if you're lying to me,
they'll be fishing you out of the fucking river.
I swear.
Eric just showed up out of the blue,
mounting over and making threats,
so we gave him a few digs.
Nothing heavy.
Just a few slaps.
Then he shows up at the session, starts shooting.
I want to deal with Viking meself,
if you give it the okay.
Go on.
I need you to book VRT appointments
for all the new cars that Noel brought in.
Uh, yeah, no problems.
And...
- Just a sec. - Mm.
- How are you? - Everything okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Just thinking about changing the car.
Something different.
Oh.
Is there any reason you're changing so soon?
Ah, Nikki doesn't like it.
- What doesn't she like about it? - What?
Am I not allowed to change the car or something?
No. Of course.
How about that?
- That's nice. - Yeah.
That one's reserved.
We do have this.
You joking me?
That's a fucking old fella's car.
Well, that's the only one I have available.
What about all those?
They're not even VRT registered yet.
But if you want to hang onto the car you have
and then come back into me next week, I'll sort you out.
Right.
Did you know that was his plan?
I knew he'd want to see Anna,
but not that he wasn't coming back to work.
You have a word with him, Birdy, will ya?
He listens to you.
Yeah.
Something wrong?
Michael needs a job.
I want you to find him something at the dealership.
Is he not going back with Jimmy?
Apparently not.
Uh, what do you want him doing?
Put him washing cars.
If that's what you want.
I just said, didn't I?
Let's see how long he likes that.
You can't take a corner.
Look at that.
Good day?
Yeah.
Mam, stop.
Alright, stay there, stay there.
You can't drive. Look, look.
You're straight off the edge.
Oh. Look at this, look at this.
- You're getting over. - Jamie, did you do your CAO?
- What? - Your college applications?
- No, not yet. - Seriously?
Alright, hang on.
Ah, Mam, Mam, Mam, Mam, Mam.
Ah.
- We hadn't even saved that. - Oh.
I think I might just go up to me room.
I don't get it.
You just don't care about going to college.
No, I just don't care about going to college.
Have you any idea how idiotic that sounds?
College isn't for everyone.
Fine. Not college.
What are you gonna do, then?
I can work with Dad.
No. No.
I've already told you that is not happening.
So, it's fine for Dad and Uncle Frank
and everyone else in the family to be involved, but not me.
They're not my child. You are.
And what about you, Mam?
Is it alright for you to be involved, too?
- What I do is different. - No, it's not.
It's all part of the same thing, and you know it.
They make the money, and you clean it,
and it pays for everything.
This house, our clothes, holidays, the lot.
You send us to private school,
and you want me to go to college.
Where does all that money come from?
Exactly. You're a hypocrite.
I do it all for you and your brother.
I can hear yous two from downstairs.
Don't you want something better for yourself?
No.
What is better than all of this?
Are you really this fucking stupid?
Jamie, go down and feed the snakes.
Please.
Jamie, you could literally do anything you want.
What?
Can't make him do something he doesn't want to do.
Watch me.
He's clever, and I'm not letting him waste that.
He's not working with you.
It's just not happening.
Not while I draw breath.
I'm not being funny, Amanda, but that's not exactly
a decision you get to make on your own, now, is it?
Jamie's my son, too.
- Fucking pain. - That's it.
Had a good week.
I'll be on.
Yep. Yep.
- What? - Where are you?
I'm working.
Come and see me now.
Why?
Because I said so.
Yep.
Swing by the shop.
- Not a bother. - Yeah.
Fudge.
Yeah, yeah.
- Alright? - Good.
- Good day? - Yeah. Decent.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Looks like it.
I know.
Frank wants to see Eric alone.
Be out in a minute.
You wanted to see me?
You know anything about that shooting last night?
No. Why?
You sure about that?
I wish it was me.
Those muppets deserve everything they get.
I was with Nikki all night.
Ask her if you want.
Okay, give us the bag.
You go and get her.
Tell him.
Eric was with me all last night, Frank.
He didn't go anywhere.
Better not be lying to me.
I'm not. I swear.
Come on, love.
I'll put this in the fridge. You can have it later.
I'll get you a few more bits, Mikey.
I'll fill this up for you.
No, you don't have to go to any trouble.
I can do that.
It's not trouble.
Not for family.
I missed having you around, Mikey.
We all have.
We've all bee waiting for you to get out.
Especially Frank and your brother.
It's been tough on them without you,
carrying the load all on their own.
I mean, Eric's...
he's a good boy, but he's not you.
Hmm.
But you're back now.
- That's the main thing. - Yeah.
You understand what I'm saying.
I know you do.
You're not like your mother.
You're a Kinsella, and we stick together.
Always.
Morning, Amanda.
Hiya.
Oh, he said you were expecting him.
Okay.
Thanks, Sharon.
No worries.
How are you?
Frank said he's spoken to you about giving me a job.
Look, I can put you on the books and pay you a salary
so you have a job.
It means you don't have to come in here if you don't want to.
No, I want to work.
What else am I gonna do?
Okay.
Does Mam know about this?
Sometimes with your ma, it's easier to apologize
than ask permission.
Just keep your mouth shut and do as I say, alright?
Yeah, no problem.
Ah!
Fucking prick. Come here.
Jamie, shut the fucking door.
Shut the door.
Where's the fucking money, Keith?
I don't have it, Jimmy, but I'll get it for you.
I swear to God.
See that iron? Plug it in.
Come here, you fuck.
Get the fuck up.
Aah!
Gimme that.
You have until this iron heats up to pay me
what you owe me, Keith.
I'm sorry, Jimmy.
Jesus Christ, I'm sorry.
How much have you got in here?
Lie to me and I'll burn the fucking balls off ya.
There's... there's 400 in the pocket of that green jacket.
Jamie, go get it.
I'll be back next week for the rest. You understand?
Yeah, I'll have it for you then, Jimmy. Swear to God.
Jamie, did you get it? How much?
Ah. There's less than 300 here.
Aah!
How you getting on?
Yeah, grand.
But, eh, tomorrow, I might lose the tie.
I was just about to go for lunch, if you're hungry?
Yeah.
Here. Keep it. You earned it.
Here. Keep it.
How do you know when a junkie's lying to you?
I don't know, Dad.
He's talking.
Don't waste your pity on junkies, son.
Come here.
Love you.
Put on your seatbelt.
Must be nice,
being out and seeing everyone again.
Yeah, it is.
Have you noticed many changes?
Your boys have gotten big.
Big and bold.
Jamie looks like he's a bit of a heartbreaker.
Yeah, well, he's certainly breaking my heart at the moment.
Ah. You know what teenagers are like.
Arseholes?
I'm sure he's not that bad.
I mean, the stuff we did when we were his age?
Thanks.
There's no metal inside.
Food tastes funny off it now.
How long are you gonna keep this up for?
- Keep what up? - This.
Frank's not gonna leave you washing cars for me.
Him and Jimmy want you back with them.
Frank knows the story. So does Jimmy.
And what isthe story?
I can't be getting into trouble, not if I want to see Anna.
They're letting you see her?
My solicitor reckons if I can show I've got a job
and I'm staying out of trouble,
there's a chance they'll give me access.
Do you really think that's a good idea?
What do you mean?
She's been through so much, Michael.
Yeah. I know.
That's why I want to make it up to her now.
You need to think about what's best for Anna.
I am.
And I think having her father in her life is what's best.
Maybe the kindest thing is to just...
leave her be.
I fucking hear you!
What?
It's Detective Breslin.
Fuck's sake, Eric.
You put some clothes on, will ya?
What?
Just a huge fucking cock.
Some of us have one.
So, whatever you've got for me, let's be hearing it.
I'm obliged to inform you that we have credible information
that there is an active threat to your life.
Here's your Garda information message with advice
on how you can remain safe.
Cheers.
You're not eating with us?
No, I can't.
I, um, filled out my CAO, though.
See?
Law?
I thought that's what you wanted me to study?
What do you want?
I figured law might come in handy around here.
You're funny. That's funny.
And clever, too.
That's what you told Dad.
Mm. Sometimes, I suppose.
Ah. What?
Can I not kiss my baby?
My beautiful boy.
Stop, Mam.
Eh, I made you, Jamie.
Inside me.
Jesus Christ.
And what a night it was.
That's disgusting, Mam.
Ah. Mm, yeah.
It was fucking brilliant.
You're actually disgusting, you know that?
It's only natural.
Everyone does it.
- Wait, are you not eating with us? - No, I can't.
- I said I'd drive Uncle Michael to the gym. - Alright.
Hey, you're not supposed to be driving without a qualified driver.
He's gonna have Michael with him.
Michael doesn't even have a license.
They'll be fine. They're only going to the gym.
Okay. Go on.
Okay.
Bye, son.
- See you later. - Love you.
Love you, too.
Wait until you see this place.
It's class. It's got everything.
Weights, sauna, a cage for the MMA lads.
That's what Viking does.
He's big into jiu jitsu.
You used to box, didn't you?
A long time ago.
Yeah. Da still has photos of you
and him at tournaments when you were kids.
What was Da like then?
You know, when he was young?
He was funny.
And a bit of a prick, like all brothers.
Yeah, mostly, I just remember him always looking out for me.
It's really good to have you back, you know?
Everyone's missed you.
Thanks.
How do you want your steak cooked, Uncle Frank?
Just don't incinerate it.
Just leave a little streak of red in the middle.
I like it burnt, Anthony. You know that.
Same as we did it the last time.
- It's perfect. - Birdy loves it burnt.
- Well, I do. - Of course you do.
How'd Michael get on today?
He washed a lot of cars.
It's not right, Frank, having him do that.
Can't we just arrange for Michael to see
Anna without all this pretending shit?
I don't know. I'm not a fucking lawyer.
I don't know how it works.
Look, Viking's new shit Merc.
What is this?
He's got a flat. Here, watch this.
Wait until you see his face when he comes out.
He will be raging.
I hope this is a fucking wind up!
Fuck sake.
Someone's put a nail in this.
That's been done deliberate.
Oh! Fuck!
You're alright, Eric. You're alright.
Lay down. Where'd he... where'd he get you?
- I don't know, I don't know! - Where'd he get you?
- I don't know. - Lie still.
Fuck!
Oh.
Fuck.
Aah, fuck! It's alright.
Fuck.
- Hold that hard. - Are you gonna call me
- a fucking ambulance or what? - Jamie, call an ambulance.
Jamie, c...
Jamie. Jamie, Jamie.
Is he okay?
Is he breathing?!
No, he's not.
Call the fucking ambulance, will ya?!
Jamie!
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