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What the fuck happened?!

She came out from nowhere, Bren. Right in front of the car.

Nothing I could've done. Is she gonna be okay?

What do you fuckin' think?

Get your clothes off. Put them in there.

The gun's in the car. Do you want me to get that, too?

No.

Leave it there. We'll put them in the crusher.

Where's your change of clothes?

On the bench.

Go get dressed.

Go on.

Go on, Anthony. Get his legs.

I am not having you pay for his fuck-up.

There's only two people know you were there tonight --

you and me.

You'll keep it that way.

There's a lot of fuckin' snakes in this family.

Okay?

Yeah.

I've spoken to Eric about what we're planning.

- And he's agreed to help us. - Why?

Bren's been making threats against Nikki.

And I'm not fuckin' having that.

Eric wants something in return.

What?

He wants to be allowed to reopen the houses...

run them himself.

I want to be me own boss, deal with things my way.

He's part of this family.

Having him look after retail would be good. For everyone.

Do you want me to fuckin' help youse or not?

You'd have to source everything that you sell from us.

That's the only way.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

So? When's it all happening?

Tomorrow.

You're fuckin' jokin'.

Bren's hiring.

The longer we wait, the harder it will be to do.

We need this done. Quickly.

You're doing the shooting. I take it Jimmy's driving?

We haven't spoken to Jimmy yet.

Bren's Jimmy's dad, too. He should know.

I'm gonna talk to him.

Look.

What the fuck?

Uh, can I fuckin' help you?

Ah, Eric.

You know who Glenn Wright is?

No.

He's the lad who shot you and Jamie last year.

So?

He was killed earlier this evening.

Let me know if you catch whoever did it.

I'll buy them a drink.

Oh, we'll get them, alright.

They knocked down a woman when they were getting away.

Don't look at me. I was at Birdy's earlier.

Came here together. She'll vouch for that.

Don't worry, Eric.

We know exactly where you were.

This was under the driver's side of your car.

And Wright had an app on his phone.

Following all your movements on it.

When he was shot, he had a gun, gloves,

and a balaclava in the boot of his car.

You were very lucky tonight, Eric.

Anthony. Let's go inside.

The boy who shot Jamie...

...was killed tonight.

That's good. Isn't it?

Come here, Anthony.

Alright, Da.

- Here. Did you hear? - What?

That cunt that shot Jamie. Been killed.

What? Who fucking did it?

Who gives a fuck? He's dead now. That's all that matters.

Here, John! Bottle of champagne down here.

- We're celebrating. - That should have been me.

I should have done it for Jamie.

You had a whole fuckin' year to do something about that.

But you stood around with your hand on your prick.

So don't come shouting now

because someone else wiped your eye.

Tonight's a good night, Jimmy.

You should be celebratin'.

I should have fuckin' done it.

Here. Go up and get that into you.

Oh.

I should've done it.

Yes.

Nuray, this is Amanda Kinsella.

I know who it is.

I just wanted to call you and tell you how sorry I was

to hear about your father's death.

Can only imagine how difficult the last couple of days

have been.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to have to bring up business at this time,

but there's something I need to discuss with you.

Hamza.

What is it?

Amanda Kinsella just called me.

Take over for me.

Huh?

What does she want?

She says they have the money for the second payment...

and wanted to know if we'd like them to pay it early...

or to wait until it's due.

Hm.

What did you tell her?

That I had to talk to you before I made a decision.

Fine, I say they pay it now, better the money's with us than them.

I think we should go get the numbers again in person.

Let them know we haven't gone anywhere

Good idea.

Then I'll have Haydar arrange for the airport.

Ok.

So what's going on over here?

Birdy!

Birdy!

Birdy!

- Let me in! - Go to bed, Brendan.

Open the door.

No, I-I'm sleeping!

I only want to say hello!

I'll talk to you in the morning.

Ah, come on, Birdy. Open up.

I said fuckin' open up!

Open up this fucking door!

I have me phone here. I'm ringin' Mikey.

You think I give a fuck about that?

I'm ringin' him right now!

Fuck Michael. Fuck off!

You fucking...cunt!

I don't give a fuck about Michael.

I don't give a fuck about any of youse!

I talked to Nuray.

The Batuks are arriving today.

I can handle them.

You just talk to Jimmy.

You sure?

Yeah.

Good luck.

Yeah, you too.

You hungry, Brendan?

Starvin'.

I had a few too many last night.

Sit down.

I'll make you a fry.

That'd be lovely.

Did you see Frank?

Hm?

You said you were going to talk to him,

put a stop to all this God shite.

Oh, I did, yeah.

And?

I talked to him. It's going to be grand.

What did he say?

He said he quit all this God and mass stuff.

He knows it's not on.

Anything else?

What do you mean?

I mean, did he have anything else

interesting to say for himself?

About what?

I don't know. You tell me.

No.

You like roast beef, don't you?

I was thinking of doing it on Sunday.

Yeah. Yeah. I'd like that.

What's going on?

I have a job. For someone we can trust.

What about Bren?

He's not gonna know about this.

Dublin's a small place. Word gets around.

Tell me how much you want for two days' work.

Look, I appreciate you thinking of me,

but I don't need the grief.

60,000.

For two days?

20,000 bonus if everything goes well.

What do I need to do?

You alright?

Yeah.

You can't have people lying to you

and sneaking around behind your back.

You've got to stamp it out. No exceptions.

I-I know that. But it's fucking Frank.

No fucking "buts" about it, son.

This is what it is. Right. Come on.

Fuck it.

Everything okay, Bren?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

Frank.

So what's the story, Bren?

If I'd have known you wanted to talk to me,

I would have called over to the pub.

Is there something wrong?

You tell me.

I don't think so.

You sure about that, Frank?

Yeah.

'Cause I heard you're leaving us.

What do you mean?

I mean I heard you're off somewhere sunny, Frank.

Somewhere sunny

with lots of young tan boys to suck your dick.

Huh? Is that the plan, Frank?

- Fuck's sake, Da. - I asked you a fuckin' question.

Bren, where are you getting this from?!

Don't fucking lie to me!

Jesus Christ, Da! What are you doing?!

This is between me and my brother.

So you stay the fuck out of it.

He's a fucking snake,

running away and betraying his family.

That what you're doing, Frank, is it?

Huh? Running away?

- Where's your passport? - I don't know.

Where?!

I will beat you unconscious, you cunt.

I'm gonna tear your fuckin' house apart.

Now, where is that passport?

In the desk.

In a drawer in the office.

What the fuck are you doing with an office here?

Go get that. Go on!

You fucker.

Put that away.

Or I'll cut your fucking dick off with it.

Da.

Right. In future... if you want to go somewhere,

you come and see me and I decide

whether you get that back or not.

Is that fuckin' clear?

Come on, you.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Just a sec.

Paul?

I gotta call you back.

Thought you'd be interested.

Those bank details you found are for a shell company

registered in Dubai,

and yesterday we had our first activity in it.

Please -- tell me it's the Kinsellas.

Wayne Madigan.

A large transfer arrived in from an account linked to him

that was then forwarded on to the Central Bank of Syria.

- You report that? - Of course.

What about the shell company?

Can we link that to the Kinsellas?

Not so far.

It's owned by another shell company registered in London

that's owned by another shell and so on and so on.

I know. This would have been the icing on the cake.

But with everything we got on the dealership

and her current businesses, we have more than enough

to make the money-laundering charge stick.

Let's pull the trigger.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Betty Duggan.

That's her over there.

Betty?

Have you got a minute?

Sure.

In private.

Won't take long.

What can I do for you?

I'm Eric Kinsella's auntie.

If I call the Guards, they'll be here in five minutes.

I'm not here to hurt you or threaten you.

Your family have been calling Jess

and making vile threats,

And that was wrong. And I had no part of it.

And I-I don't agree with it.

So what do you want?

Jess to rethink what she's doing.

Your nephew left my granddaughter without a dad.

And I'm not gonna pretend that Eric

is any kind of an angel, but neither was Kem.

He was a drug dealer. And a murderer.

Of course you're going to say that.

You know that shooting last year at the Vara supermarket?

That was Kem.

He set up his friend Fudge to be killed.

He organized the murder of Gerard Delaney.

You can google that.

And he betrayed people he shouldn't have betrayed.

You think that justifies what happened to him?

Yeah. I do.

Kem knew the rules.

What's happening with your Jess, though...

that is not right.

The Guards know she's grieving and she's angry.

They are using her to get at my family.

They don't care that she's -- she's gonna spend

the rest of her life in witness protection.

They don't care that she won't be able

to see her friends or family...

or that you and your husband are gonna miss

your granddaughter growing up.

All those birthdays, Christmases,

special occasions that you won't get to spend

with Jess...

or Chloe.

Your family would pay a very high price. And for what?

Jess' statement is all they have.

Might not even be enough to take it to court.

The whole thing's crazy.

Jess and Nikita aren't criminals.

They should be kept out of this.

- Betty. - Just give me a minute, Paul.

I can see you're very busy.

I won't hold you up any longer.

Tell Jess if she withdraws her statement,

she can return home with no fear for her safety.

You have my word on it.

Nice meetin' you.

Well? What'd she say?

Nothing.

For fuck's sake.

No.

Just means she's thinking about it.

I've got a good feeling about this.

You think so?

Yeah. Trust me.

Thanks, Birdy.

I have a bit of business to do here. You can go.

Hey, Bren.

- Got some lads to meet. - Yeah.

You, uh -- You want a beer?

I know it's serious if you're offering me a drink

in the middle of the day.

Yeah. There's some stuff I need to talk to you about.

Now I am worried.

Spit it out, Michael.

Da's a problem. He has to go.

- "Go"? - Hm.

It's gonna be you?

Yeah.

I suppose you're doing this for Amanda, yeah?

And Eric. And Birdy.

And I'm sure Frank will be on board if we asked him.

What exactly has Da done?

He's destroying everything.

Let me get this right.

You're gonna kill Da 'cause he's a fucking prick?

Ah, it's a little bit more than that, though, Jimmy, isn't it?

I mean, look at the shit he's caused since he got out.

He hurts people. It's what he does.

Why are you even telling me this?

Because you have a right to know.

Uh-huh.

Could use your help.

No. Fuck you, man.

- Okay. - He's our fucking Da.

All I'm asking you to do is drive a car.

I said no!

You're putting me

in a real difficult position here, Michael.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with this now?

I can't stop you warning him, but I'm doing it either way,

so I thought you should know.

Da doesn't deserve this, not for what he's done.

He's been sniffing around Anna, too.

And I can't have that.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

He's not a fucking pedo.

Michael.

He's not a fucking pedo.

You're just making up shit. You're making up shit

to justify what you're doing.

Why do you think Mamleft?

She was protecting little Jenny from him.

- Bollocks! - Why would I make that up?

To get me to fucking help you!

You know I'd never do that.

You don't believe me, ask Birdy.

She helped them. She helped them disappear.

Ask her. She knows the truth.

How long have you known?

Always.

I don't believe you. I don't fucking believe you.

That's 'cause he was easier on you.

He didn't come after you like he did with me and Jenny.

I always tried to stand up for you, both of you. You know that.

I know that. And I'm not blaming you for any of this.

Why didn't you tell me what was going on?

Why?

So I could fucking help you!

Help me now.

Thanks, man.

Anoor knows we will be calling him for the money?

Everything has been arranged, don't you worry.

Don't move!

You did the right thing.

You never would have been in charge with him there,

undermining you.

This is better for both of us.

A business partnership benefits both our families.

If we're partners, we'll give you 5%

of our annual profits in perpetuity.

That will mean hundreds of millions for your family.

What about this Wayne Madigan?

Is he going to be a problem?

I know he's transferred money for drugs

to the Syrian Central Bank.

That kind of transaction gets flagged to Europol and the FBI,

so I don't think he'll trouble us anymore.

Don't you ever get tired of this?

No.

Because I'm good at it.

And I like that.

But I am gonna have a baby, so...

...that might change everything.

Yeah, I meant to leave the Teddy there,

where Glen was killed.

I think I just seen Anthony Kinsella

at Angela's vigil.

Why would he be there?

That's what I thought.

- Did you hear that, Ma? - You sure it was him?

Yeah.

What's the problem?

Where are the tablets now?

My colleagues are sending them from Birmingham tomorrow.

Tell them to stop the shipment.

This has all been arranged.

I have a friend in the Guards, and he says they know

about the payment I made for those tablets.

I don't understand. How could that have happened?

Because they tried to fuck us!

The account I put it into was being monitored.

The Kinsellas had me use that account

but paid for their own half in cash.

They were setting us up.

But now we know.

We can do something about it.

Your phones. Eric has the number.

He'll text you when he gets to the pub and he sees Bren.

You let him know when you're five minutes away.

He'll bring him in the front.

Okay.

Got everything else?

Yeah.

You're doing this for Jenny.

And you, Birdy.

Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Fuck's sake, Frank, what happened?

Did you tell him?

- Who? - Bren.

Did you fucking tell him?

Look, Frank, I didn't know he was gonna --

You ever come around here again, I will fucking kill you.

- Frank. - Shut the fuck up!

I'm going upstairs now, and I'm getting a gun.

Don't be here when I come back.

I trusted you. I fucking trusted you!

Nikki! Nikki.

She doesn't want to talk to you, Eric!

Nikki.

Don't worry. I'm just taking what's mine.

You can take what you want. I don't care.

Eric, I have to go.

You see that lad who was shot last night?

He was on his way over to kill me.

The Guards found a tracker on my car.

He had a gun and a bally,

and he was on his way to get me when he was clipped.

When I heard how close I was to dying,

all I could think of was you.

- Eric, will you just stop? - I swear to God.

Just you. Nothing else.

Look. You're not gonna change my mind about any of this.

Give us some fucking privacy, will ya?

Look.

I know I fucked up. Okay?

But I can fix this.

- It's too late. - It's not too late.

I'm getting your charges dropped.

And no one's getting hurt.

I just spoke to Jess' mam. It's all gonna be fine.

- And I'm done with Bren. - Yeah, sure.

I swear. I'm fucking finished with him.

Everything's gonna be okay.

We can fix it. We can fix it.

Please stop.

Just watch.

You have to trust me.

Fuck. Look. I have to go.

This is gonna be okay. Trust me.

Where the fuck have you been?

Taking care of that Nikki thing. Like you asked me.

And?

Yeah. Grand. It's all gonna get sorted.

Eric, this is Derek, an old pal of mine from way back.

How are ya, Eric?

Now get yourself a drink and join us.

Yeah. No bother.

John. A whiskey.

Cheers.

Alright. Bren's there.

You know what I keep thinking?

What?

Why Mam didn't take us with her when she was going.

You ever wonder where they are?

Not anymore.

I do.

All the fuckin' time.

Text Viking. Tell him that we're five minutes out.

Ohh.

You seen Bren?

No.

Fuck's sake.

What the fuck?

Bren?!

Fuck.

Anyone fuckin' seen Bren?

Yeah, he's out the front there with Derek.

Bren. Yeah.

Someone outside I want you to meet.

Hey! What have I told you

about bringing that dribbly bollocks in here?

- Bren! - Sorry, Bren.

- Bren! - What?!

There's someone outside I want you to meet.

Who?

It's a fella who says he knows

where Jess Duggan's been holed up.

- Well, bring him in. - I already asked him.

He won't come in. He says he's too nervous.

Jesus, Da. What happened to your face?

Oh, you finally grew a pair of fuckin' balls.

What the fuck is going on?

Pull over. Stop the car.

What the fuck happened?

I shot him.

Is everything okay?

There's something I need to tell you.

♪ You've always been ♪

♪ Here with me ♪

♪ And in your eyes ♪

♪ Baby, I can see ♪

♪ It's my reflection ♪

♪ Doubles the truth ♪

♪ And what it tells me ♪

♪ Is that I belong to you ♪

♪ And when we pass each other ♪

Can we get you anything, Da?

♪ Once again ♪

♪ Then I will recognize ♪

♪ My true friend ♪

♪ We are two friends lost in time ♪

♪ when your eyes are passing mine ♪

♪ I see we've been through so much in our lives ♪

♪ We are two friends so in love ♪

♪ The times we've been together ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ We're true friends in time ♪

♪ My little sister ♪

♪ When did you go ♪

♪ And what is in your face ♪

♪ That shows ♪

♪ A story buried ♪

♪ Deep and strong ♪

♪ But that's a secret ♪

♪ One that we kept for so long ♪

♪ To say our love would be a lie ♪

♪ But what other word doesn't die? ♪

♪ We are two friends lost in time ♪

♪ When your eyes are passing mine ♪

♪ I feel we've been through so much in our lives ♪