All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S02E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(Snores)

Fuckin' haunted, I am.

Why do you keep looking at it?

Here.

- Trying to kill me?
- Chill pills is all.

- For what?
- Relax you. Help you sleep.

- Stop, Trish.
- Come on, baby.

Where are you getting your energy
from? I'm wrecked.

- Fuckin' stop, will you?
I'm asleep. - What's wrong?

I'm wrecked with the little fella
waking up every half an hour.

No-one's asking you to feed him,
are they?

- You're lying.
- I'm not lying.

I know you. It's not like you
not to want to do it.

You're either getting it somewhere
else or you've gone off me.
It's one or the other.

- Have you gone off me?
- No.

There's no-one else, all right.

- You don't find me attractive?
- I do.

What, then? Tell me, Nigel.

- I find it hard to get into it.
- Why?

- The milk's putting me off.
- My milk?

- Out of your nipples.
- You didn't mind with Warren.

I know. I'm sorry. Come here.

Once your tits are back to normal,
I'll be grand.

What's wrong?

- I don't know why I'm like this.
- Cos this seems worse. You know?

Like you're cut off from me.

Like your mind is somewhere else.
You know?

What?

What?

- I want you to be able to tell me
anything. - Yeah, I know that. I do.

You can tell me anything, Darren,
and it won't matter.

- I want you to be all right.
- Yeah.

You just seem...
You just seem so different.

- Did you have anything to do...
- With killing Stumpy?

Yeah.

Please tell me.
Cos if you did..

I didn't.

- I didn't.
- Cos if you did, I wouldn't care.

I would care, cos I wouldn't want
you to be that,

but if you had...we can figure it
out.

I don't want to lose you.

Well, I didn't.

Swear to me.

I swear.

Rosie.

I swear I didn't.

OK.

Agh!

(Phone rings)

Mary. Is something wrong?

- There was someone out there,
Darren. - I know.

They're gone now,
but I've looked all around.

I'd say you scared them.

The cops are fuckin' useless.
An hour ago I rang them.

I could've been murdered in my bed.

I'd say it was someone
trying to rob the house, that's all.

They won't be back.

Sure I have nothing.
There's nothing to rob.

We'll stay here tonight. OK?
Rosie's upstairs with the kids.

Thanks.

I might have to move back in again.

Thanks, Darren.
I was really freaked.

I'll look around again.
I'd say it was just young fellas.

Fuck. Fuck.

Piece of shit.

(Phone rings)

- Kayleigh, are you OK?
- No.

- What is it? What's wrong?
- They're taking the car.

- What car?
- My car. The car you got me
for my birthday.

- Who took it?
- The guards, they're taking it now.

They're impounding it cos it was...

Bought with proceeds of crime.

Bought with proceeds of crime.

That's not true.
Is someone there with you?

- My ma.
- Tell her they can't do that.
It's illegal.

- They can't do that. It's illegal.
- Tell them...

Kayleigh. It's illegal for them
to take the car
cos it was bought by a company.

OK. Look... Fuck it.

I'm gonna get it back for you.
They can't do this.

- OK, Da.
- It's not OK, Kayleigh,
but I'm gonna sort it.

- Give me the phone.
- Ma wants to talk to you.

Six o'clock this morning
they were banging the door.

Just fuck off, will you?
I'm gonna sort it out. OK?

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Where is everybody?
- School day.

- Jesus, I didn't hear a thing.
- Do you want tea?

- Yeah.
- Toast?

Yeah.

- Jam?
- Please.

Milk?

You're quite the little houseboy.

- What's that, a kind of a servant?
- Yeah. More or less.

- So I have to do whatever you say?
- More or less.

- I don't know what's wrong with me
sometimes. - It's OK.

I'm gonna try and get myself sorted
out.

All that stuff that I'm into,
I'm getting out of it. OK?

- Really?
- Yeah, I swear.

Once I've paid what I owe, once I've
sorted that, then anything you want,

I don't care about money or
anything. We can get by.

Then kids and all that.

What's "all that"?

- Marriage and stuff.
- Married and stuff?

Is that some kind of proposal?

You're a dark horse, aren't you?

So what do you reckon?

What do I reckon what?

Will we get married?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

- Are you happy?
- Yeah.

Don't say anything to anybody but.

You want to keep it a secret?

Yeah. I just want to
put all this shit behind me first.

I'll tell you what you can do for me
first.

You can butter my toast.

WOMAN: John Smith.

John Smith.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Oh, good fuckin' Jesus.

You have to do that again, do you?

Fuck.

Sorry. Oh, man. Oh, bollocks.

Nearly finished.
If you can keep still.

Fuck.

(Phone rings)

Sorry. I meant to put that on
silent.

- Is that me done?
- Looks like it's cleared up.

If you come back in two weeks' time
for a check-up.

- There aren't any new growths on
the penis. - Brilliant. Thanks a
million.

Prick.

(Phone rings)

(Message alert)

(Message alert)

You can book your next appointment
at the desk.

And what about having sex?
I'm all right for that, am I?

- Well we still advise using a
condom. - Yeah, but if we didn't.

The infection has gone
but if you've had unprotected sex

it is important to have your partner
checked out.

Ah, yeah. Of course.
But it's more or less gone, is it?

Sorry, I couldn't find the mobile
there.

You never answer your phone, Nidge.
I've been ringing for ten minutes.

- Sorry, John.
- Fuckin' CAB have took her car off
her.

- Who?
- Kayleigh. Jesus Christ, Nidge.

- What you gonna do?
- I'm gonna get it back.

- When are you meeting Fran?
- Now.

- Tell him...
- What?

See what he has to say.

Don't agree to anything.
Tell him you have to talk to me
first.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, OK.

My missus is dead cos of yous.

- I knew nothing about that.
- Do you know who done it?

- No.
- No?

Listen, he knows and I know
he fuckin' robbed me on that deal.

- Come on.
- You know he did.

Where's the incentive for me?

He robbed me, Linda is gone.
Where does that leave us?

- I'll talk to him.
- What's his problem anyway?

I'm not afraid to meet him.
Tell him next time to come by
himself.

What? Does he think he's the Pope?

Look, Fran, it's up to John.

I think he'll sort you out with
something.

And I want compensation.

- For what?
- For Linda.

- Jesus, you want me to ask him
that? - Yeah.

- You know he'll say no.
- Well, tell him this.

He doesn't give a bollocks
who takes a bullet for him.

I'm not gonna bust my bollocks
going after yous, yourself or
anyone.

He took my wife and if he doesn't
give me money and compensation,

I'll get his daughter.

You didn't think I knew that, did
you?

Tell him that. That'll make him cool
his jets.

(Sighs)

- What the fuck are you coming in a
uniform for? - I was at work.

- I want the car back.
- What car?

What car?
The car yous pricks took off my
daughter.

- I want it back.
- When did this happen?

Doesn't matter when. I want it back.

- CAB took it or what?
- You're all the same. What am I
paying you for?

What are you looking around for?

Huh? Have you got someone
recording this?

- I can't talk to you when
you're like this. - Why's that?

- Jesus, I'm in uniform.
- I want it back.

I can't..

He's a flasher! A flasher.

There's a kid's playground
down there.

This prick had his pants down.
(Spits)

Are you all right?

- Will you stay on the phone if I
ring? - Yeah.

Like now. I want to be talking to
someone on the phone so I don't look
nervous.

I'll pull in up the road
and you can ring me then.

You've nothing to be worried about.

Call you in five.

(Knocking)

Back for more?

- No-one else is complaining about
it. - I got zero buzz off it.

What can I do about it?
There's coke but the gear's not
coming in.

- Why not?
- The big fella in Spain got busted.

- Ask John Boy.
- I will.

Don't say anything about me.
I'm doing you a favour here.

- No-one knows you're here.
- I was joking.

John Boy would kill me first if he
found out.

- Well, it's not funny.
- Have you not got any?

- What was wrong with what I got
you? - I can't taste any gear!

- There was nothing wrong with it.
- It was rubbish!

You're only on it three months.

I have money.

I'll throw you a few zimmos
to keep you tied over.

I don't mind paying extra for decent
gear.

If that's what you want.

- All right, Dave.
- All right, John.

Bottle.

- For fuck's sake, John.
- Relax, Dave, will you?

Sure, I wash my cacks
every other week.

What's the matter with you, John?

- Do I look like there's something
wrong? - You look like you're coked
out of your bollocks.

You'd know all about that, wouldn't
you?

Want to meet another time?
Do you want me to leave?

I'm only acting the bollocks with
you. Relax. For fuck's sake.

- Huh? I thought you were my mate.
- I am.

But I get done for coke,
that's the fuckin' end of my career.

Wouldn't get a part-time job
bookkeeping for the fuckin' Wombles.

- The Wombles.
- Whatever. You know what I mean.

Sorry.

Listen... I need a favour.

- I want to get the car back.
- The Mini Cooper?

- Yeah.
- I don't get you. CAB have it.

- Yeah, I know.
- Are you gonna contest it?

No. But when it comes up for auction
I want you to get it back for me.

- Buy it back. I'll give you the
money. - Why don't you buy another
one?

It's like a "fuck you" to them.
Know what I mean?

- Can you do that for me?
- And get the car in my name?

Yeah.

Can't do that, John.

I can't.

How's that other thing working out
for you?

The young one, bringing over the
money.

(Clicks tongue)

Hm.

(Phone rings)

- Siobhan.
- I can't, Tommy.

I just can't do it.
I'm having a meltdown.

- Where are you?
- I'm in the airport.

- I know, but where?
- I'm in the toilet. I can't do it.

- But have you gone through yet?
- Yeah.

- Did you check the bag through?
- Yeah.

Jesus Christ, Siobhan!
What did you do that for?

- What are you shouting at me for?
- I'm not shouting at you! But...

You checked the bag on.

I told you I did.
Why do you keep asking me?

Keep your voice down.

Tommy. What am I gonna do?
I can't go out there.

I'm thinking.

- You don't want to get on the
plane? - No.

I just want to go home.

Tommy.

Give us a second.
I'm trying to figure something out.

- It's all there, is it?
- Let's go.

- A lot of money when you're at the
top. - Yeah.

- Were you talking to Mary?
- Yeah.

- Is she all right?
- She's upset, you know.

- They might come back, you know
that. - Why?

If they've seen she's on her own.

If you want, I could sit outside for
you, do security.

They see me, they won't come back.
What do you think?

- I don't know.
- Sit with a shotgun.

Get the night goggles,
scare the fuck out of them.

- (Phone rings)
- I'm serious.

- Tommy.
- Darren, can you talk?

Yeah, what is it?

- You're not near John Boy or
anybody? - No. What is it?

Siobhan has your man's bag.
She's in the airport.

The bag's on the plane
and she's freaking out.

- Doesn't want to do anything except
leave it. - She can't do that.

That's what I said but there's no
talking to her.

You can't do that, you're gonna kill
them.

- They look hungry.
- I have to change the water.

- Can you do that afterwards?
- No, I can't.

And don't tell anybody
I have this. The brown.

- Can I have some for later?
- That's greedy now.

I don't want to fuck you.

I'll give you a bit extra
if you let me see your arse.

Yeah, like that,
hold it for a minute.

Is that enough for you?

- Did you see everything
you wanted to see? - Mm.

(Phone rings)

- Where are you now?
- Same.

I was talking to Darren
and there's a way out

- but you have to do what I say.
- I'm not getting on the plane.

I'm not asking you to.

The main thing is you have to
get the bag back. OK?

That bag is opened
and we might as well emigrate.

Tommy, will you just come in and get
me?

Siobhan, for fuck's sake!
Will you listen?

TANNOY: Final call for Flight 212
to London, Gatwick.

(Phone rings)

- What did you do that for?
- I don't want you to shout at me.

Siobhan. I know you're under
pressure...

but if you stay calm it'll be all
good. OK?

OK.

No matter what,
we can't leave John Boy's money
there.

Cos you know what'll happen.

- He knows about Kayleigh?
- Yeah.

What'll I do?

Tell him. You go and meet him,
see what kind of money he's talking
about.

Tell him I'm thinking of moving to
Spain, anyway, so there's money to
be made.

- You're gonna pay him, then?
- I am, my bollocks, gonna pay him.

But you can tell him that I am. No
problem. As long as he leaves
Kayleigh out of it.

- What if he wants the money now?
- Don't have it now.

That's the truth.
You can tell him that.

Got CAB up my hole, issuing seizure
orders every day, costing me a
fortune to contest.

Bollocks in all the investments.
Negative equity. And they slapped a
tax bill on me.

That's on top of the gear getting
found.

What's he think I am, the Aga Khan?
Fuckin' compo money.

What do you think of this case
coming up with the lads?

Pottsie, no way he's getting out.

I know. I'm not worried about
Pottsie.

- Tommy's case is looking good.
- Not worried about Tommy.

You're worried about Ado?

Ado's a junkie.
He'd do anything to get his brown.

It'd be like going on holiday for
him.

Ado goes to smackland.
He'll keep his mouth shut.

I don't know that he will.

(Coughs)

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Excuse me. I'm supposed to get on
this flight.

I've just spent the last half hour
with vomiting and diarrhoea.

You poor thing.

Could be the winter vomiting bug
or else I'm pregnant.

Either way I don't think I'll be
able to fly.

My bag's on the plane, though.

- I just lost it.
- I know.

- I'm so sorry.
- You don't need to be sorry.

- What do we do now?
- I don't know.

- Do we tell John Boy?
- I'm going to see what Nidge
thinks. Get in.

- Want me to come in?
- No, I'll be five minutes.

- Don't forget to ask her.
- Are you sure?

- I'd be happy to do it, brother.
- Right.

John?

Jesus! You gave me a fright.

Thanks for last night.

- You're grand. How are you feeling?
- OK. A little paranoid, but...

- Do you want a cup of tea?
- No. I can't stay.
I'm heading out with Rosie.

- We're celebrating.
- Celebrating what?

- Are you serious?
- It's more of a plan.

- Darren, you big eejit. Did you not
ask her? - I did.

- Did you give her a ring?
- No.

You should do it the proper way.
Surprise her.

It wouldn't be much of a surprise
now, would it?

- She's a lovely girl, Darren.
- I know.

Actually, I have a mad one for you.

Luke said he'd stay here, sleep on
the couch if you were worried about
burglars.

What?

- He just said to offer.
- Is he mad in the head?

I don't want the girls waking up
to some fella sleeping rough on the
couch.

Yeah. I'll tell him. Gotta go.

- Is that all right?
- Yeah, whatever you want.

I'm so happy for you, honey.

- Did you ask?
- Yeah. She said she's cool.

She said thanks and all
but it'd be a bit weird for the
kids.

All right, darling? Come here.

- Are you all right now?
- Yeah.

You shouldn't be letting her do
this.

Come on and walk.
You stay here. We'll sort this.

I don't want to have to do that
again, Nigel.

This is the end of it now.
If I'd known this before, I'd have
put a stop to it.

Come on.

Here. What about this money?

- That was supposed to go.
- It still has to go.

What will I tell John Boy?

Tell him... Tell him she was sick
and had to cancel the flight but
she'll do it next week.

- What do we do next week?
- Find a guinea pig is what we do.

- What will I do with the money?
- Hold onto it.

- I don't want it.
- All right, I'll hold onto it,
then.

I'll put it in my safe.

- You have a safe?
- Yeah, got one put in.

So when are you moving back in?

Soon as this Fran shit is sorted.

- When's that gonna be?
- After tomorrow.

Debbie?

Debbie.

Debbie.

Debbie, if you don't open that door
I'm gonna smash it down.

Open the fucking door!

If you're standing behind there,
you're gonna get your head pumped.

I was in the bath.

I was gonna take a bath.

(Shrieks)

What are you doing? No!

Get up. Get up!

Get the fuck out!

What did I tell you?
What did I fuckin' tell you?

What did I fuckin' tell you?

Please, don't.

Look at me. Junkie slut!

I'll fuck you off the roof, I will.

I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry, John
Boy, please.

Dirty bitch. That's not gonna save
you.

I don't give a fuck any more!

Everything's gone to shit!

Do you fucking hear me?
Everything's going to shit!

Who's getting you the gear?
Who's getting it for you?

- Ado! It was Ado.
- You'll hit the pavement head
first.

- I'm not fuckin' joking you.
- It was Ado.

- Anybody else?
- No. Nobody.

- Anybody else?
- No!

You're a sound man, Nidge.

The cops will be laughing at us
trying to clip each other all the
time.

Doing their job for them, we are.

There she is now.
How are you, darlin'?

This is my old pal Nidge.
This lovely lady is Linda.

- Hiya.
- All right.

Come here and sit down.
Karl will get you a drink.

- Vodka and Red Bull.
- Vodka and Red Bull for Linda.

A double. And another round here.

- Linda.
- She's not my Linda.
My Linda's gone.

Just has the same name.

I'll be honest with you.
I was down in the blackest pit.

Very down, you know.
Didn't think I'd ever be happy
again.

Black it was. And what happened?
This lovely lady came into my life.

- Tell him what you do.
- I'm a beauty therapist.

Been to college and all.
Has a degree.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

What did you do in college?

I did a four-year degree
in chiropody and podiatry.

It's for your feet.

Thanks.

Fair play.

She's beautiful but it's not about
that.

She's got a beautiful spirit.

- Will we do a couple of shots,
Nidgey? - Yeah, I'm down for shots.

A couple of shots there, Karlo.

Having the same name
doesn't bother you, no?

No. It's the universe.

It's the universe's way of making
things right.

I loved Linda. I'm not lying to you.

I haven't forgotten her.
I've been to the grave to visit her.

I told her about this straight up.
Asked for her blessing.

There you are, man.

This is like Linda Mark II.

Less miles on the clock, better
body.

- And she doesn't talk back.
- I thought you were getting shots.

I am.

The universe has spoken.

This one might even give you, kids.

What the fuck do you know, you
stupid fuck?

You know nothing. Look what you
made me do now, Karl. Mouthing off
like that.

What did you do that for?

Karl, I'm sorry man. Bollocks.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Did you fuck him - Ado?

No, I didn't.

- Did you suck him off?
- No.

So he wasn't giving you
freebies, then?

You were paying him. With what?

You pissed it all away, Debbie.
You pissed it all away.

I'd have given you
whatever you wanted.

- Yeah, like what?
- Whatever.

- You're a junkie.
- And you're dead.

Dead inside.

A junkie and a whore.

I'm gonna have a beer now.

And...

..you have got literally five
minutes to be out of here or you're
leaving in a box.

(Phone rings)

That's funny.
I was just about to call you.

Aren't you supposed to be out
Franning around somewhere?

I was. Fran the Man
is now getting banged up

on account of stabbing
his mate with a glass.

Get the fuck.

I'll tell you when I get there.

Get Darren to come over here.
I need him to do something.

Yeah.

(Phone rings)

DEBBIE: He's kicked me out.
- Jesus, Debbie.

- What's it got to do with me?
- I don't know who else to call.

I think it's a mistake. Fran's out
of the picture, we should have a
breather.

What if the little junkie rat
fingers you?

If we clip Ado, we'll have
the whole of the North Wall gunning
for us.

- Not if they don't know.
- They will know.

- No, they won't.
- Whatever.

- Just the three of us will know.
- He'll need a driver.

The four of us.
Put it out that Fran had it done

cos Ado threw the pipe bomb
that fucked up his missus' face.

- I done that.
- That's what I'm saying.

What are you sighing for?
Do you want to be poor?

And get Darren over here.

Your folks know you're coming?

I rang before.

Did you tell them what happened?

Thanks.

For nothing.

You do this one thing,
you're off the hook on everything
else.

And you get paid.

What more could you ask for?

I need to think about it.

You'll have enough to bring your
moll anywhere she wants to go.

You can work for me whenever you
want or not at all,

if you don't want to.

- I can use Luke?
- Long as he keeps his mouth shut,
yeah.

It's funny cos...I know you probably
hate me.

You'd be right to.

But all the others are a bunch of
greedy rats.

Wouldn't turn my back on them for
two seconds.

But you don't care about all that
shit.

So it turns out you're the only one
I can trust.

And I know you can do it.

- I don't know, Nidge.
- Don't be a pussy.

I'm not. You know what it's like to
kill someone.

- He trusts you.
- Why?

Because you didn't make a bollocks
of the Stumpy thing.

- I'll have to think about it.
- Well, make up your mind.

- All right, brother.
- All right.

How soon can you get me a motorbike?

- How soon do you want it?
- Today.

Sure. I think I can sort that. What
do you want?

Just something with a bit of speed
that I can handle.

Yeah, no bother.

I can handle any kind of bike,
if you need me.

- Dying for a bit of action,
if you want me along. - Yeah?

I couldn't believe it.
"Linda Mark II" he's calling her.

- Why did he glass your man?
- Cos of the other Linda.

They were married for years
and they never had kids.

- What did he say?
- It was something about that.

She couldn't have kids?

Think it was more Fran was shooting
blanks.

You serious!

For fuck's sake.

- Nidge, man. Can I ask you
something? - Not now.

John Boy's bitch robbed my gear.

What do you want me to do about it?
Go on and tell him.

Do you want to do something?

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

- Not coming to bed?
- No, not yet.

- What's so funny?
- This. Look.

There's a woman in New Jersey
trying to be the world's fattest
woman.

"She now weighs over 600 pounds
but insists that she is healthy,

despite needing a mobility scooter
when she goes shopping.

To achieve her goal
of weighing half a tonne,

she says she will need to eat
up to 12,000 calories a day.

'I love eating and people love
watching me eat,' she says."

I'm going to bed.

(Beeps)