Original subtitles

Jesus, fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck. - Fuck.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry. I... thought I heard something.

You heard me in my office.

Does the male brain not think to knock?

I'm sorry.

Sloane, I didn't think you were coming in till later.

I couldn't sleep.

Everything all right?

I don't know.

What could possibly be wrong with this situation?

Right. Yeah.

Sorry for the intrusion, I, erm...

..I'm gonna leave now. - Yeah, that'd be super. Thank you.

Absolutely.

About earlier, I'm... I'm really very sorry about that.

- Never happened. - We're all a bit jumpy.

You know, with the trouble. New competition and all that.

Trench warfare with homicidal types. That trouble?

Couldn't help seeing the kit on your desk.

The ovulation sticks?

Yeah, always good to be prepared.

Sloane, please do tell me if I'm crossing a line here,

but it did occur to me that...

..if you need somebody to step up to take care of the man side of things,

well, I would throw my hat in the ring.

- Throw your hat into the ring? - The O'Briens live long.

Good country genes. Obviously, there'd be no recompense required.

It'd purely be a... favour to you and your da.

There'll be no need for contact, you know.

Test tube, turkey baster, pipette. - OK. Thank you, I think, for that.

- Just thought I'd put it out there. - Oh, it's definitely out there.

I'm sure it comes from a good place,

which my dad might even appreciate, but, on balance,

I'd prefer if you never, ever even think of my uterus,

like, ever again.

Of course. Yeah. No, Absolutely.

THEY CLEAR THEIR THROATS

- I crossed a line there, didn't I? - Yeah. Just a fucking bit.

WHIRRING

- Hey. - Hey.

DOG BARKS

IN DUTCH:

STEWART LAUGHS There he is, the boy genius.

Still lost in the music of numbers.

- Professor Weeks. - No, it's Stewart, man.

Come on, bring it in.

So, how's my all-time favourite student doing?

You look like you ate a bad bitterbal.

Come on, let me buy you a juice. - Yeah.

Why does everything they say is bad for you taste good,

and everything good tastes like crap?

I stopped listening to "they" a long time ago.

Yeah, well, give it 20 years when things start falling apart.

God, I'd kill for a midday beer.

Except my liver runs as slow as an old Mac II.

So, tell me, how's the last, er...

what, eight, ten trips around the sun been treating you?

Yeah, OK.

Convincing.

I scan Wired every week,

waiting for you to reinvent the internet.

I'm working on it. Do you remember Marco?

- Marco de Bont? - Names no longer stick.

These days, I'm having a hard enough time keeping tabs on faces.

Marco de Bont. He a coder?

A little. He's more of a front man.

We're doing something big together in logistics at the port.

Here in Rotterdam? STEWART LAUGHS

Oh, shit.

Tobias, a mind like yours needs to be where the real action is.

Silicon Valley, Taipei, Tokyo. Anywhere but Rotterdam.

I just haven't found the right opportunity yet, or means.

It's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.

I'm all ears.

I was thinking about coming back, doing a PhD,

maybe some teaching at the department.

That's what this is about? A reboot? You want a job? Here?

STEWART LAUGHS Sorry.

Whole time, I've been choking this down,

I was praying you were here to offer ME a job.

Hell, I was already drafting my resignation letter.

Was going to be better than any articles I've had published.

Jesus, how pathetic.

You're not yanking my chain, right? - I'm not much of a yanker.

All right. Erm... Why?

Thinking it'd be good to do something a bit... safer, stable.

Safer than logistics at the busiest port in Europe?

You think this is safe? Look at them.

Young, promising faces.

They look like nice kids, don't they?

Don't believe it. Fucking woke, every one of them.

A single, slightly offensive joke or off-colour remark...

..you're history.

God forbid enjoy a stiff drink

or smoke weed with a student like we used to.

Steve fucking Jobs had the last laugh.

The panopticon's always watching

and can cancel your tenure for almost nothing.

We could have done anything with this magic wand.

What did we do? Surveillance, shopping. Counting steps.

If it's safety and stability you're after...

there's only one way to get it.

Buy it.

Which means you need money. The more, the better.

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

You're home late, cupcake.

It's been a day worth deleting.

Mm. What are you guys doing?

Just making a little thing to do a big thing.

Sounds kinky.

You want a beer? - Yes, please.

I ran into my old professor.

That must've been a fun trip down memory lane.

Actually, it was a bit sad.

He used to be this huge figure to me, you know?

And now he's just still there, doing the same shit.

It's like he's shrunk.

It must have been weird for you.

I mean, more than anything, it frightened me.

Don't be silly. That's his choice.

Besides, things are looking up for you guys with the new investors.

Marco dropped by.

He is convinced it's starting to happen for you two.

I always knew it would.

That's bollocks.

No, I did. You're amazing.

OK, listen.

I've been thinking.

The tenants are starting to drive me loony.

What if I just jacked in the flats and gave the shirts a go?

You know, as a real business.

Quitting your job's a bit risky, babe, innit?

Everything is risky.

DISTANT SHOUTING

DISTANT LAUGHTER

Oi, oi, oi. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I'm trying to work here, centring myself.

THEY LAUGH

GUN COCKS

Leave. Now.

Hi. Wasn't exactly what I was expecting.

Invitation?

DANCE MUSIC THUMPS

Pretty sweet gig you have here for yourself.

You're running a monopoly.

What can I help you with?

I have this thing with water. You know, I just...

fucking hate being on it or near it.

D'you have anything for that?

Use the antidote.

A suit.

That's a good indicator. You mean business?

It's not for you.

I had a couple of other investor meetings.

- Good. Evaluating your options? - No, I am.

Also factoring in the shoot-out and the dead police...

fucking gangsters.

- We'll take care of all of that. - How are you gonna do that?

Had any more visits from your steroidal gym bunny?

Babydoll? No.

That's how we're doing it. Exactly like that.

What did you...?

Did you...? - No, Marco.

We just had a conversation with him.

Shine some light on the situation. And that's all it took.

You had an issue, and we addressed it.

Like colleagues do.

- I need something legitimate. - Absolutely.

The future is you, Marco, and Tobias and me.

Together, we can make this scalable, secure, legitimate.

Sloane. Jolie. Jolie is, erm... one of my...

..investors.

That's one way of spinning it.

And what's "Sloane", exactly?

Business partners.

Right.

You know, he hardly even has proof of concept.

EyeSpy is pure blue sky at this point.

- Well... - I mean, I'm just saying.

Thank you, I appreciate it, but, you know... "caveat emptor."

So, what's your plan?

To buy the company and then strip him for parts?

- Jolie. - You know what?

I really think you should get some gels.

Our darling Marco loves a good scratch when you cup his balls.

Bye.

- I'm so sorry. - Investor?

I've never heard it called that. - It's actually true.

Her investment firm put up the seed capital

and offered a second round of investment.

- On what terms? - We're still negotiating.

What I'm offering you is rarer than rubies.

Equity partner.

- Equity? - Correct.

- What percentage? - Well, we can discuss all that.

If you and Tobias are in.

We wouldn't necessarily need Tobias.

You're the heart of this. But we both know he's the brains.

MUSIC PLAYS

DISTORTED MUSIC

ETHEREAL MUSIC

THUNDER CLAP

MUSIC DISTORTS

FRANTIC SPLASHING

SCOFFS

CLUB MUSIC PLAYS

IN DUTCH:

Sorry, love, I don't speak fish, but...

I like your tail.

So do I.

What's your name?

Angelique.

Of course it is.

I'm Farrell.

By the look on your face, you are new to this scene.

Yeah...

To be honest, it wasn't doing anything for me.

Then I saw you,

and now it's doing absolutely fucking everything for me.

Are the Irish always this forward?

You find yourself a beautiful fish,

you have to throw your line in, don't you?

So, come on, I wanna know everything about you.

These parties are supposed to be anonymous.

It's very uncouth to ask personal questions.

Where's the excitement in couth? Come on, bring me up to speed.

Good night.

Good night? How am I gonna find you on dry land?

Thursday morning. 26 Dantestraat.

In Feyenoord. 9am.

Unless you've something better to do.

What could be better than that?

Bye.

Fucking hell.

- Scared the shit out of me. - I've been ringing you.

Look at that yuppie puppy suit. You apply for a job at a bank?

I had a meeting with Sloane.

What did Miss Walsh want?

You and me.

She wants us.

It's even better than that. She needs us.

We can leverage this, it can be huge.

The Devil's like that...

He or...

she will offer you the world, but it pays to check the small print.

Do you know who these people are?

Just an Irish family office with investments in multiple territories.

Christ, listen to yourself.

Sure, it starts with a couple grey areas,

but where it goes from there, that's what matters.

- They're the mob, Marco. - Such an ugly word.

They're just like an Irish consortium slash syndicate.

Sounds like you've been seduced by the Irish mob.

The most...

charming of the mobs

with their fucking pints of Guinness and their amazing craic.

Every fortune in the world starts with a crime.

Oil. Gold. Sugar. Banking.

I looked into them.

Drug running, money laundering, fraud.

Kneecapping. That's an Irish speciality.

It's where they shoot you in the knee, so you never walk right again.

Punishment beatings. We have to assume murder.

As far as I can tell, they've never been convicted of anything.

They intimidate, they nobble juries. These are bad people.

What do you mean, "bad people"?

You just looked into them now?

Who did you think we were working for, the fucking UN?

Dude, Toby, I fucking love you.

And you're a stone-cold genius.

But the world we live in is full of bad people.

You might as well accept that and take your share of the spoils.

Listen, this can be simple.

We help Sloane innovate.

And once the business is running,

we cash in our chips, make an elegant exit,

just like venture capital would.

Great. It's fintech minus kneecaps.

And we use the funds to jump-start EyeSpy.

This is our moment.

We might never get another chance like this.

Or we do the right thing

and we tell the police everything.

Right.

And start by telling them how we hacked into the port?

You're gonna hack us out of prison, too?

You all right, lads?

- He's very ready, Mr Walsh. - Oh, I know the feeling.

Hush, you. Unless you mean it, of course.

You coming?

To watch horse porn?

A quarter million Euros' worth of stallion spunk.

Gotta make sure we get our money's worth.

HORSES NEIGH

Well done, lads. Tidy job.

Here was me thinking horses only ran fast.

How did we get together back in the day?

It was love at first fumble, as I recall.

Round the back of Joyce's pub. Amongst the crates and the kegs.

Well, wish I'd been sober.

Could remember it better.

Well, how was the deal closed?

When we found out I was in the family way,

my da paid a visit to yours.

A loaded gun may or may not have been involved.

KIERAN: Still together after all these years.

They knew best, the old-timers.

You're thinking about Sloane.

Grandchildren?

I just wish science wasn't involved.

Who do we know...

as a handsome looking young fella,

who isn't married or a complete halfwit?

SAT-NAV: 'In 100 metres, you've arrived at your destination.'

You must be the Irishman our beloved daughter was telling us about.

Daughter?

It's Farrell, Father.

Oh, no, please. It's Gilles. We don't stand on formality here.

So good of you to come and join the team.

Not always glamorous work, but it's for a good cause.

Is she here, Angelique, or...?

No. Back at base. But...

She'll be along shortly.

How good are you with an axe?

Struck gold yet?

I don't know. You tell me. Have I?

You're definitely making progress.

Hey, what are we actually doing here?

We building you a pond or something?

Turning this block into a community garden,

instead of...

..a smackhead's plaza.

You met my dad?

Yeah, yeah. Lovely church fella, yeah.

He says you're chopping up a storm.

Oh, this?

I mean, all Irishmen know how to chop. It's genetic with us.

Show me.

- You want the tutorial? - Hmm-mm.

All right.

It's fairly complicated now, but...

Just pick,

hoist, and swing.

OK, pick, hoist, swing.

You want the maximum amount of power out of the smallest target area.

That's not bad, actually.

THEY LAUGH

Never thought you'd actually show up.

When a sailor gets bewitched by a mermaid,

he doesn't have much choice in the matter now, does he?

Is that what you are?

A sailor?

Are we being couth here?

I work down at the port. Import export stuff.

Sounds dodgy.

Ports are the foundation of a global economy, I'll have you know.

Besides, how dodgy can it be? Mine's a family business.

Your turn.

Family business as well.

I help out my mum and dad at the church.

So you are an angel.

How does that square with all the...

..you know, pool parties and stuff?

An angel can have a devilish side, can't she?

She can, yeah.

She very much can.

Whoa.

OK, good.

So, what do you think?

This one is from Vietnam. It's heavier. Feel it.

Or this one is from China. It's about 10% cheaper.

What do YOU think?

So you're really thinking about taking a crack at this, aren't you?

I'm still weighing my options.

I just know that I don't wanna be plunging other people's toilets

for the rest of my life.

TOBIAS: I hear that, babe.

You know, and I love the spirit of it all.

But it takes investment, supply chain,

marketing, logistics.

Maybe you can help me with that.

Plus, I'm already talking to a potential investor.

You are? Who?

Just a local entrepreneur.

Marco?

Tell me it's not Marco.

Which one is it? Vietnam or China?

Vietnam. It's got a nicer feel.

It is Marco, isn't it?

Would that be a problem?

No. I just don't think it would be wise

for us to have all of our eggs in his basket.

Or any, for that matter.

Why? He's your best friend.

I know.

Well, we'll see. It's still early days,

but yeah, definitely. It should be Vietnam.

KIERAN: Look, I know it's an unusual arrangement.

It's OK, Mr Walsh. Mrs Walsh was very clear about everything.

And if there's no chemistry, there's no biology.

That's understood? - Of course.

Consent has to be the basis of this.

KIERAN: Looking good.

Take him for another loop. And pick up the pace.

Well, it's a tricky thing to pull off.

Threading the eye of the arranged, not arranged needle.

Understood.

But I'm willing to explore the idea.

In exchange,

we'll pay you an allowance for as long as it takes.

And I'll release your dad from all his obligations to me.

That's a big one for me. Thank you.

How's he doing? Your dad?

Off the wagon, on the wagon.

I can keep him off the racecourse.

But these days, we've all got a casino in our pockets.

Oh, jeez. Give me booze, smack, anything but that.

Gambling is the queen of addictions.

Brings the whole family down with it.

You're giving me a chance to break out of all that?

Oh, she's me daughter. The most precious thing I have.

She'll be over this weekend for the auction.

That'll be our window.

Now, obviously, we're not going to write any of this down.

And...

it goes without saying...

..If a fucking whisper of this ever gets out...

Sloane will probably kill Brina. Brina would kill me.

And I'd probably have to...

With regrets.

Are we clear?

Crystal, Mr Walsh.

Please. Kieran.

You're on your way to being family.

FOOTSTEPS

FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE

Jesus, Jolie.

What the fuck?

IN DUTCH:

Jolie.

Hello!

Beautiful Irish business lady.

Hello.

Fuck.

No. No.

In all-cash? Fucking bullshit.

Jolie!

Argh!

Fuck.

Fuck.

OVER TANNOY: 'This next one here, now look.

'This is Simply Beamer with white stripe down the nose.

'If you're interested in Simply Beamer,

'beautiful condition. Look at this.

'Look at that physique, statuesque. Absolutely beautiful indeed.

'Magnificent physical air on Simply Beamer. That's your fourth one.'

If you're thinking about making a purchase,

I'd give that one a wide berth.

'Third one along. Not going to disappoint.'

You know you're in Ireland

when someone's opening gambit's about a horse.

Sorry. I thought since we're at the yearling sales...

- You buying or selling? - Scouting.

To get an eye on next season's odds.

Callum McGowan.

- Your dad's the famous bookie. - Was.

Yeah. He's... He stepped back just now.

Sloane.

Walsh.

Oh.

You're THE Sloane Walsh.

So, go on, then. What's wrong with him?

It's always bloodlines.

His sire's impeccable.

But he's a tad dippy from his mother's side.

- You're a bookie as well? - No. An architect, actually.

I was working in a practice when things...

went...

sideways at home.

I had to come back and help out. You know how it is.

I do.

All hands to the pump.

But today, you find me...

demob happy.

Tomorrow, I'm handing over the company day-to-day to my uncle.

And then back to doing what I love.

Dreaming about building things.

- In Dublin? - No, in Rotterdam.

Rotterdam?

Depreciation would cost a fortune.

KIERAN: How are things in the Low Countries?

Wet.

They're all fucking wet.

CHUCKLES

Well, things are starting to get a bit lively down there, Da.

You were born to handle it, you were.

The numbers are looking better.

You're making it work, the pair of you.

It's properly fucking kicking off, though.

Other players aren't happy with us being there.

There's always other players to contend with.

Discourage them.

They'll leave you be.

You just don't know about this lot. They fucking pack a nasty punch.

We need reinforcements.

More boots on the ground.

There's a time and a place for that.

One million two. One million three. One three.

One three over there.

One four, one four.

Why Rotterdam?

Because for a buildings geek, it's like the sandbox.

The playpen.

They call it "Manhattan on the Maas".

And do they call New York "Rotterdam on the Hudson"?

They don't. But you can build things there

that wouldn't happen anywhere else.

Rem Koolhaas, Reinier de Graaf, Nathalie de Vries.

A first look at the architecture of tomorrow.

And what do you want to build?

Most of all, I wanna build a house.

- Just the one? - Yeah, but it would be, like...

Perfect. Sustainable. Off grid.

Build it. Live in it. Make it better.

Then roll it out all over the world.

And this house... For you and the missus?

No missus.

I know that look.

You're thinking, he's late 30s and he's single.

He must be divorced or gay or been locked in a prison.

No.

Well, I was assuming one or all of the above, actually.

Just hasn't happened.

I think when you put work first,

life tends to be put on hold, you know?

If it's not too much to ask... Once I settle in, can I call you?

Would you show me around the city?

Why not?

Us Irish have to stick together.

And that's a sale at one seven. Thank you.

We're fucking vulnerable out there. Sloane's vulnerable.

This is neither the time nor the place, Farrell.

Besides, you have Mr O'Brien. I gave you my best man.

Yeah, he's a good man. But I need ten more like him.

And with the right hardware.

That's only asking for more problems.

To win a war, you need fucking soldiers.

YELLS: Don't call it that!

Call it anything but that. Jesus.

Have you learned nothing from being an Irishman all your life?

Call it... Troubles, difficulties, spot of bother.

You call it a war, it becomes a war.

Now, that's my last word on the matter.

Now tell me, do they not make a handsome couple?

So who's the fella?

Callum McGowan.

What, the bookie?

His dad's the bookie.

He's an architect.

He's moving to Rotterdam.

Is he now?

He is.

Should have heard Mum cooing over you two.

"Oh, they do make a lovely couple."

Piss off.

I'm a bit fucking scrambled myself on that score.

Matters of the heart.

Met somebody.

With a pulse?

- Piss the fuck off. - Where?

At a church event, as a matter of fact.

No, it gets worse.

Her dad's a fucking pastor. He was a missionary.

Like, she grew up all over Africa and Asia and the whole thing.

She sounds lovely.

FARRELL: Yeah, she is.

So what's the problem?

This fucking life.

How'd you even try to do both?

Well, if you can unpack that one, will you let me know?

SINGING

What are they singing about?

The Reformation. Ireland.

Never gets old for them.

They're Scottish, aren't they?

It's a long story.

SINGING CONTINUES

So...

have you thought about our opportunity?

I have.

Did you ask Rika about investing in her business?

I mentioned it.

- Marco, what the fuck? - What?

She's talking about jacking in her job.

She should.

She's talented and her job fucking sucks.

And then it's all on me.

I'll be the sole breadwinner while she builds the business or whatever.

Hasn't she always been supportive of you?

That ain't the point.

No, the point is that we're gonna get fucking rich.

Rika should be able to do whatever she likes.

No.

What do you mean, no?

No is a complete sentence. I'm out.

No.

No to fucking no.

I can't do this without you.

I'm completely fucked and hung out to dry without you.

You do understand that, don't you?

What?

The fucker's eyeballing us.

What fucker?

One of them football fuckwits.

It's that Gen Z warrior.

- Let's fucking go. - What?

Let's go.

- Are they following us? - No.

Wait, yes.

Marco.

What?

Is it...? Slow down.

Who's following you?

Oncko Jaager and a couple of his mates.

Farrell's here. I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Marco and Tobias are being followed by the competition.

Are you sure you're being followed?

'Yes. Affirmative.'

- It's the same guy? - Positive.

I don't forget a psychopath when I see one.

- 'All ideas are super welcome.' - Do you have a gun on you?

No, I don't have a gun.

First rule of thumb is don't panic.

Good. That's helpful.

Second rule is run.

Sorry, what? I didn't get that.

Are you fucking thick? Run.

GUNFIRE

No. Toby, come on.

GUNFIRE

How are you getting on?

Not all that great.

You're local. Can you not give them the fucking slip?

They're chasing us on motorcycles.

GUNSHOT

Yes, that was a gunshot.

- Can you make it to Paddy Murphy's? - 'Paddy Murphy's?'

The pub, the Irish pub.

- I don't know it. - I do.

I took Rika there on our first date.

First date?

Whoa, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no.

No way, man. Not in there.

Why the fuck not?

Cos I'm not looking to get shot today.

PUB CHATTER

Couple of pints and chasers for the boys there. My tab.

Had a bit of a day of it, so they have.

SLOANE: You've impressed me. Not just with technology,

but the way you've handled adversity.

I mean, chased, shot at, dead bodies...

Most crack under that kind of pressure.

I didn't grow up with white gloves on.

A few calluses on the docks?

I've seen things.

I like that about you.

Let's be real.

You need us to make the port work

and whatever else you're dreaming up.

Absolutely. I'm not denying it.

And you need us to help you stay alive.

10% of all shipments.

From the top line. Gross profit.

Seven and a half. - Two.

And you're COO and Tobias CTO.

That's bloody C-suite.

Where else are you gonna get that kind of career progression?

Do you wanna run it by Tobias?

No.

Tobias and I are aligned.

5%. And I want it in writing.

So you can take it to a lawyer?

Five.

But this is the only contract I'm offering.

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