All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S02E03

(Phone rings)

Yeah.

'The container is ready to go.'

(Phone rings)

Hi, I'm coming out now.
Where are you?

Yeah, I'm coming out now.

- How was that?
- Piece of cake.
Security man is sound.

Can't believe the muppets missed it.

- I want you to get it all out
this week. - No bother, John.

- Any of that Fran's?
- His half got impounded.

- Was it not all one?
- No, it was two
separate containers.

- Mine and his.
- Will Fran not act the maggot?

I don't give a rat's ass what he
does. He was told it went tits up.

This is something else.
This is mine.

Go on, get back in there.

- What's wrong with you now?
- You know there's going to be war
over this.

Fuck off. Don't be annoying me.

Send Darren out to me.

(Whistles) Darren!

- What's the craic?
- He wants to see you.

All right.

Come here.

That's for you.

- What's that for?
- Sorting out that rat problem that
I had.

- I owe you.
- It's nothing to do with that. This
is on the side.

I know it was no skin off your nose
but you didn't have to do it

and you done it, and that's all.

On the up side, your misses will be
pleased.

- I don't want her to know.
- Whatever.

- Well, did you get your pie?
- Yeah.

How do you eat that muck for
breakfast? What's in it?

Chicken gravy. It's too hot.

Dog in gravy is what that is.

How much is in that?

- Two grand.
- Why is he giving it to you now?

- It's blood money.
- It's only money, man.

Better than a kick in the bollocks,
isn't it?

Will you drop me home?

Yeah.

Here.

- Thanks, hon.
- Late one?

Yeah, I didn't want to wake you.

- Where's Warren?
- In his room, playing with his
Lego.

You know I've the appointment
with the consultant this morning.

- Yeah. I've time for a shower, do
I? - Yeah.

(Snarls)

- Frano.
- All right.

Jeez, the smell of that.

He's dead. What do you expect?

- Do you buy it like that off the
butcher? - No, you dope.

Farmer gave it me.

Once they die of disease
they can't give it to humans.

- Did you hear anything?
- Yeah. I heard they got their shit
in last night.

- How's that?
- I talked to one of the boys down
the docks.

He says one of the containers got
through.

One was all right
but they never noticed the other
one.

- Where is it now?
- John Boy's lads brought it out
last night.

- What? And no-one said anything to
you? - No.

- Are you sure about this?
- Yeah.

They're having a party tonight to
celebrate.

What the fuck is his game?

This is bullshit! Half of that is
mine.

Fuck's sake.

- Come on, Nigel.
- Yeah.

I'll take my car. You follow me. OK?

Oh, fuck.

- It's like Alien.
- Shut up.

It is.

Look away now if you don't
want to know the sex of the baby.

What do you think? Will we find out?

Go for it.

- Yeah. We want to know.
- OK.

Yeah.

You're going to be having a little
boy.

I knew it! Another little Nidge.

What do you think, Warren?

- You'll have a little brother to
play football. - Daddy.

Are you all right?

(Knock at door)

Sorry to be bothering you.
I was a friend of Stephen.

- What's your name?
- Darren.

- Darren.
- Yeah.

I think he might've mentioned you
all right.

I was away when it happened
and I wanted to say...

I'm sorry for your trouble.
That's all.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault, son.

You're very good for coming.

I wanted to say sorry, that's all.
Sorry.

Will you not come in for a cup
of tea?

Come on in.

That's all the photos I have of him.

- You're very good to be coming here
like this. - It's nothing.

- He had the new windows put in
for me. - Yeah?

I had to have the old ones replaced
cos of the alarm system.

The old patio doors
wouldn't lock properly.

I had a nail across it
and the sensors wouldn't work.

He had new ones put in for me.

And the alarm.

This is for emergencies.

If I think I hear someone breaking
in,

I can press it and it notifies
the guards.

There you go.

That's the way it is.

- Will you have a cup of tea?
- No.

When he was growing up,
all the boys used to be in this
house.

Running round.

There was a lot of them at the
funeral.

He'd a lot of friends.

I know.

I know.

This is for you.

- What's this?
- Ah, it's nothing.

- For lighting candles or...
- I can't take it.

..or a headstone or just give it to
the poor box.

You're very good.

I want you to have this.

He looks so handsome in it, doesn't
he?

He was a good boy to me, you know
that?

(TV on and muttering)

There's never any fuckin' beer in
this fridge.

You better not be fuckin' shopping
again.

I'm going back to the yard.
Got a lot of shit to sort out.

I can't do this here.

We'll jump in the jeep and book into
a hotel.

- Nidge, relax. He won't be back.
- I can't relax here.

I'm not doing it in the car again.

I'm not saying the car. I'm
saying...a hotel.

He's at the yard. It's over an hour
away.

Better make it quick, then.

Do you want to have a shower
together?

I had a shower already today.

So you want to get straight down to
business?

Is that all right? I'm a bit under
pressure.

I have one of those non-stop
hassle days.

I was at the hospital
for the scan for the baby.

He's healthy.
Think that's good enough for Trish?

She's upset. "What are you upset
about?" I said.

"I want a little girl," she said.
Fuckin' Jesus.

These are clean, are they?

Are you all right, Linda?

Doesn't matter to me if they're not
fresh on.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Something I said?

What is it?

- Talking about babies and that.
- Oh.

- Are you not able to have them?
- We're not able.

Well, I don't know if it's me or
him.

We think it's me.

I'd love a little girl.

(Horns and alarm)

Breaks his fall with his teeth.
Teeth everywhere. Boom.

- Good man, Tommy. What are you
drinking? - A large bottle of cider.

Mark?

- How's Siobhan, all set for this
week? - Yeah.

- How are you, Tommy?
- All right, Debbie.

Lads... Lads and ladies. To the
recession!

Ha! The recession!

Know what I'm going to do next week
actually...

- Oh, shit.
- (Door buzzer)

- Will I let them in, John?
- Yeah, go on.

- There's just two of them.
- Yeah, just two. He'll check 'em at
the door.

Celebrating, are you?

Having a drink. Do yous want a
drink?

- What's the story, Fran?
- I'll tell you what the story is.

I'm trying to figure out how it is I
paid you so much money and all my
gear is gone.

I'm not breeding ponies here, Fran.
No foal no fee bullshit.

- You knew that.
- Your shit got through.

- I got shit coming in all the time.
- Off one boat. There was two loads
I heard.

- Is that what you heard?
- Yeah, it is.

So how is it that mine got nicked
and yours went straight through?

Are you having a drink, Fran, or
what?

- Half that load is mine.
- How do you reckon on that one?

Like buying two Lotto tickets
for a syndicate and:

"Sorry Fran, the one we bought
together is a dud, but the one I
bought, I hit the jackpot."

Have a drink, Fran, or fuck off.

You want me to fuck off?

I'll fuck off. I'm gone.

Yeah.

(Laughter)

He's got a point, and all.

Not breeding ponies, I like it.

- See you, John.
- Yeah, see you, Mark.

Brian will let you out.

Think we should cut him in on a
quarter?

What am I, St Vincent de Paul? Give
him your money if you feel that bad
about it.

- Are you going to do that?
- No.

No, you're not, you prick. You're a
great man for telling me to give
shit away.

Brian! Who are you to be telling me
what to do with my money?

- Jesus Christ, Nidge, are you slow
or what? - I didn't mean...

I didn't mean what?

I'm just saying if we give him some
money, we can keep him happy.

(Gunshots)

Are you all right?

Give us a second, will you?

Give us one of those.

Have that one.

I want you to bring her home.

I don't know what she thinks she's
doing crying non-stop.

It's not doing me any favours.

Did the doctor's say when you'll get
out?

Want me to do anything, about Fran?

No. He's not going anywhere.

I want you to get her home.

- It's so horrible.
- He's all right, Debbie. He was
lucky.

We'll get you home, have a nice cup
of tea. Get some sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.

I need a drink, is what I need.

- You'd be better going home.
- I'm in bits. I need a brandy.

We need to get her home, Nidge.

I'd prefer to drop you to your door,
Debbie. It's better.

I need a drink.

All right, we'll stop somewhere.

- Nidge.
- Give her a break. She's had a
rough time.

She needs a drink.

- All right, Tony. Get us a pint and
a brandy. - No worries.

Make it a large one.

- Nidge. Where are you going?
- I've to do something.

Just keep an eye on her
and I'll be back.

- Man, I have to head home.
- Relax. I'll be back in an hour.

What are you worried about?

- You got your brandy.
- Yeah.

- Where's Nidge gone?
- He'll be back in a bit.

Have I time for another brandy,
then?

- Lash another one in there,
will you? - No problem.

- All right, Tommy?
- How are you, Aido?

- I hear John Boy's on the mend.
- Yeah.

That bleedin' scumbag has some neck.

He's put out too far this time.

See yous later. We're over here.

I need something.

Jesus. No.

- No.
- See the state I'm in. I need to
relax.

You can smoke a joint.

- Ask Aido for me, will you?
- Debbie, don't be asking me that.

If John Boy found out he'd murder
me.

I'm not joking.
The shit that's happening right now.

This is the last time I'll ask you.
I swear.

You can fuck off.

I will, then.

- Hey! Anywhere for me to squeeze
in? - Loads of room.

Thanks.

- OK?
- Hi.

I don't really feel like it tonight,
you know what I mean.

Ah, no. Yeah. Not too pushed myself,
to be honest.

- What's the story with Fran?
- Going mad he is.

- What happened?
- It's all bullshit.

What happens now?

- It'd be better if he left.
- Where?

Santa Ponsa. I don't know.

Well, you can tell him yourself.

Fuck.

There's no way we can keep
doing this.

Not with all this shit happening.

I'd be inclined to agree with you.

- You won't say anything, will you?
- Jesus, no.

- Whatever happens.
- No.

Cos the way he is now, the rage he's
in...

If he found out, I swear to God, I'd
be dead. I know I would.

- You think I want anybody knowing?
- No.

It's better to knock it on the head.

We could always have one
for the road.

No?

- I'm going to go.
- Listen, Linda.

Can I ask you one thing?

I don't want you to get offended
but I have this...

I have this sort of itch.

I had a look in the shower
and it could be nothing.

Friction burn or something, but...

I was only asking in case I need to
get it checked out.

You're a dickhead, Nidge,
do you know that?

Get off me.

Help!

Get off me.

What the fuck are you doing, Aido?

Are you all right?

Aido, you're a scumbag.

Come here.

Come on.

It's all right.

Are you all right? Come on.

Just give us a sec, pal.

- I'll be all right.
- Are you sure?

Do you want me
to come in with you?

No.

Whatever you want.

I can't find my car keys.
Sorry, Darren, it's not a great
time.

- Don't worry about it. I'll talk to
you again. - I can't find my
schoolbag.

- Did you look in the kitchen?
- No.

- Mary, I'm gonna head.
- You wanted to talk about
something.

- It doesn't matter.
- What is it?

It's nothing.

Here they are. Coat pocket.
OK, girls, come on.

- I'll be here after the school run.
- I'll talk to you later.
I've got Luke in the car.

- Luke. Hang on.
- Darren...

Would you move your motor?
You're blocking me.

- Yeah. No worries.
- Here.

- What's this?
- He said he has no kettle.
I found it in the press.

It's an old one but it still works.
Give it to him.

Talk to you later.
OK, girls, let's go.

Can't believe she remembered.

I'd say the boyfriend wasn't
too keen on her giving it to me.

Why?

I thought you said he was tight.

He is. He's a useless prick.

Is he there for the long haul,
do you reckon?

I don't know.

All right.

- How are you, Nidge? He's out
there. - Cheers.

- Got some security in anyway.
- Yeah.

He's gone to ground. Hasn't been
seen.

His yard's all locked up. No sign of
life.

- What about his house?
- No-one there except his missus.

Fuck.

- It'll be hard enough to get him.
- No, it won't.

No-one knows where he is.

He'll get bored and want to come out
and play.

Feed his dogs, place a bet, fuck his
missus.

What's she doing on her own
in the house anyway?

Don't know. Maybe he doesn't give a
shit.

I've a few fellas looking for him.
When he turns up, we'll hear.

Nah.

I don't know where else to look.

- I want a pipe bomb going in the
house. - All right.

When his missus is in there.

You sort that for me, Nidge?

Here. What's the panic?

I'm in a bind, man. I'm in a fuckin'
bind.

Nidge, just calm down and tell me
what it is.

John Boy wants me
to pipe bomb Frano's house.

Frano's gone AWOL
but his missus is still in the gaff.

Right. So what?

He wants me to pipe bomb the house
when she's there.

- What does he want to do that for?
- I don't know.

Fuckin' mad man.
What's wrong with him?

What'll I do, Darren?

If I knew she was upstairs
or something I could do it then.

What if she's asleep upstairs

and you burn the house down
with her in?

- I have to do something.
- I don't see what the problem
is here.

Just wait till she's out
and then do it.

- John Boy will know.
- How the fuck will he know?
He's God, is he?

No, but he might be the other fella.
Hear about the ghost in his place?

What are you talking about?
That's bullshit.

It's not. I seen the CCTV.
It's there.

- It's like an evil spirit or
something. - Maybe it's Hughie.

That's what I thought.

Look, if you have to do this,
if you have to do it...

..just make sure she's out of the
house. All right?

- All right.
- All right.

- Is it ready?
- Of course it is.

What's the craic?

You light this. You've got about 10
seconds, then you run like fuck.

- It's got a proper pop in it.
- All right.

See you later.

So can you do that for me, Dave?

Just want to make sure
my daughter's looked after.

You could start with making out a
will.

Fuck the will. I just want to be
sure CAB can't touch whatever she
gets.

You can set up a trust for her if
you want.

- You've got a couple of options.
- Pick whichever's best.

Don't even need to ask.
Just whichever you think.

I want to give her some money now as
well.

- Something every month so she can't
go mad. - Sure. No problem.

I'll talk to you about this again.
I can't really think straight today.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- How's the shoulder?
- (Laughs)

I'll live.

Bit early in the day for me.

Ah, fuck it. One or two won't kill
me.

Don't have to be in the office
today.

(Whistles and hums)

(Sings to himself)

Are you all right, baby?

It went OK the last time. Don't be
worried.

I thought I was going to have a
heart attack.

Siobhan, you're not going to have
any hassle.

- What if I get caught?
- You won't get caught.

I thought I only had to do it the
once.

If they ever stop you,
all you say is it's not your bag.

It's someone else's.
You keep saying that.

This is the last time I'm doing it,
Tommy. OK?

I want you to tell John Boy that.
I didn't do anything.

This is the third time I've done
this now.

- I know, baby.
- Will you tell him?

Make up an excuse.
I don't care. I'm not doing it.

OK.

You know in Sicily they write
everything down.

They don't even trust a
pay-as-you-go.

That's how come they end up
never getting caught.

So did you do that thing?

- Not yet. It's getting done.
- Fuck's sake.

What are you coming back here for,
then?

- Fuck off till it's done. Do you
hear me? - Yeah.

I got one of the lads to make the
yokes up.

Don't be giving it to someone else
to do.

- You take control of it. Do you
understand? - Yeah.

Good. Don't be coming back if all
you've done is wreck the gnomes in
the garden.

I want blood on the floor.
Do you think you can do that?

Yeah.

(TV on)

(Dog barking)

(Barking)

How are we doing?

Do you want me to wait outside?

We'll be done in about 10 minutes.

I'll go for a smoke.

- Where are we going to go?
- John Boy has an apartment we can
use.

- Where?
- Trish, don't be giving me a hard
time.

Nigel. I'm about to pop.
It's coming up to Christmas.

Do you know how stressful this is?
It's bad for the baby.

I know. We're going to
keep it chill, nice and calm.

This is only for a bit
until we get things sorted.

- Who's doing all this?
- You don't need to know.

If I tell you we need to move,
we need to move.

We'll be back here for Christmas,
for sure.

I heard this Fran guy is a looper.
Is that what this is about?

Is he causing all this hassle for
us?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's going to get sorted, is
it?

Yeah.

Why do we need to move then?

Nigel. I want to know.
If we need to move, we need to move.

I want to know it all in case me and
Warren are in any danger. Are we?

- No, you're not in any immediate
danger. - What does that mean?

He won't bother his bollocks coming
after you but he might hit the
house.

Why?

OK, I'll tell you this, and once I
tell you, you forget it.

You never bring it up.
You never say it to anyone. OK?

Yeah.

- OK?
- Yeah.

One of the lads, I don't know which
of them, fucked a petrol bomb

or something at the house and Fran's
wife got a bit of glass in her hand.

Jesus, who did that?

- You don't need to know.
- And that's why he's going
ape shit?

Yeah.

What about bringing Warren
to school?

We'll work it out. It's for two
weeks max.

I can't tell you any more, but two
weeks max.

We'll get the baby room painted blue
while we're away.

- OK.
- OK.

We've an hour. Pick what you need
and the lads will move the stuff.

We don't need a removal van.

I don't want you picking anything
up, with the baby.

- Little Tupac.
- I'm not calling him Tupac.

It was a joke.

We'll call him P Diddy.

Will you close the door?

What did the doctor say?

I might need some plastic surgery
if I don't want scarring.

- Can they fix you up now?
- No.

Have to wait until my face heals.

They'll fix you up then.

I have to have my implants taken
out.

Why?

There's glass gone into the
silicone.

The silicone's leaking into my
blood. If I don't, I'll get blood
poisoning.

Do you want anything in the shop?

A magazine.

(Phone rings)

I'm outside.

All right, babe. How'd it go?

Did you talk to John Boy yet?

- No.
- Fuck's sake.

Thanks, lads.

All right, buddy.

They're gone.

Could he not have given us a clean
flat? It's filthy.

We can order in.

Come on. Will you help me
make the bed before you go?

Yeah.

Back in a second.

I'm not sleeping on that thing.

It's for one night.
I'll get a new one tomorrow.

- It's Grottsville, USA.
- It won't be for long.

As long as we're back home
for Christmas.

I don't want to bring back
little P Diddy to this kip.

We'll try for a little girl the next
time, yeah?

As long as he's healthy I don't
care.

- And we're all together, that's all
that matters. - Come here.

If we turn on the TV for Warren
we can see what the bed's like.

I'd love to, babe, but John Boy's
going mental. I better get over
there.

The offer's there now. I don't want
you waking me later if I'm asleep.

I can't.

I'll try and get back as soon as I
can. See you.

He has half a dozen security
following him round the place.

I don't care. Three operations
she's going to have to have now.

All bets are off. Anyone that's
anything to him is fair game.

He'll have contracts out on you.

I'll be on the move 24/7. They'd
want to be up very early to catch me
out.

- How are we going to get him?
- I'll do it myself.

I don't give a bollocks who's
protecting him.

They don't want to take a bullet
for that scumbag.

They'll take his money but they'll
duck under the table if anything
happens.

And I don't care what happens.

I'd die a happy man if I get him
first. I would.

Right, I'm off.

- All right.
- All right.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

They're out on the roof.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry about the other day.

I should've kept a better eye on
you.

But you're OK?

- I'm OK.
- OK.

Do you want tea?

I'm making tea if you want a cup
to bring out with you.

No, I'm good, thanks.

Actually, yeah, go on.

I could murder a cup of tea.

That's lovely stuff.

All right. I have this for you.

- What's that?
- It's from Siobhan.

Oh, yeah. Thanks. Here.

Is she enjoying all the free foreign
travel?

I'm going to start giving you
an extra few bob for that.

Thanks.

Listen, I have to sort
something out.

- But he's holed up somewhere.
- Bullshit.

For a week or two maybe.

Then he gets bored and he thinks
I'll have a pint or two.

That goes well. Then he thinks,
fuck it, I'll nip into the local.

See how the lads are doing. Then
he does that again and bang, we hit
him.

Bye-bye, Fran the Man.

- Here, Tommy.
- Thanks.

What are you doing? I was making
tea.

You can get me a beer
while you're up on your feet then.

- Nidge, do you want another beer?
- Yeah.

Tommy, you want a beer?

No. I'm good with the tea, thanks.

Uh, we've got some shit to talk
about here, Debbie.

I was going to bed anyway.

So what'll we do?

I don't want him walking around.
I want him dead.

Right. Who do you want to get to do
it?

Tommy.

- Me?
- Yeah.

(Inaudible)