All language subtitles for Kin.S01E05.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Hi, and welcome to the show.

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Yes. Welcome to the show.

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It's a packed lot tonight.

We'll meet Victor Bayda.

He's the Russian man who's...

and a performance from
"Jersey Boys" over there

later on.

And...

Get back!
Get the fuck back!

Get the fuck back there! Who are you?

Shut your fucking mouth!

Don't fucking move!
You're making a big mistake.

I told you to shut
your fucking mouth.

Get in there.

Please welcome
Demi Isaac Oviawe!

If he's fucking hurt, I swear...

I want you to look at this.

Please, Da!
Do what they tell you!

You watching this, Doyler?

Are you fucking watching?

You don't want me to light this,

then you better fucking listen.

You heard your boy.

Da, please!

He's got nothing to do
with any of this.

Neither did Jamie.

That was a fucking accident.

Well, unlike Jamie,
your son can wake up tomorrow

with his whole life
ahead of him.

That's up to you.

What do you want?

You're to take me to where
you keep Eamon's gear.

Go fuck yourself.

If I tell Jimmy and Eric that,
you know what's gonna happen.

You've crossed a fucking line,
you know.

How many people have you
had killed, Con?

I lost count.

Spare me the sermon, alright?

What happens to him
is up to you.

I have to call Jimmy
in one minute

and tell him
if you're cooperating or not.

You know what's gonna happen
if I say you're not.

Anyone else gonna be here?

Just a lad on security.

He works for you
or the premises?

For Eamon.

You know what'll happen to your
lad if you don't get in here.

If he's fucking hurt, I swear...

I wasn't expecting you, Con.

Yeah, it's a last-minute thing.

Got a couple of things
to pick up inside, yeah?

I'll have to ring Eamon
for the okay.

He's in a meeting right now.
He won't pick up.

Well, I can't let you in
without his say-so.

I'm only here on Eamon's orders.

So, explain to him
why you wouldn't let me in.

Go on, then.

You're a fucking dead man now,
you know that?

Yeah, so everyone
keeps telling me.

Kidnapping my son

and robbing Eamon like this...

he's gonna make
an example of you.

We'll see.

Let's go.

Alright.
Pull in there and park.

Go wait inside.

When Jimmy hears
everything's done,

he'll have Jason
ring the phone behind the bar

and ask for you.

He'll tell you
where they've left him.

I'll see you buried, Michael.

How much did you get?

About 60 k of coke
and 80 of heroin.

That's all there was?

Not 60 grand. 60 kilos.

And 80 kilos of heroin.

Pure?
Yeah.

Fuck, that's fucking 60
and fucking 80 kilos of heroin.

That's fucking
50 million! Minimum.

Yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck me.

How'd it go?

Like clockwork.

And what about Jimmy and Viking?

On their way here now.

How much gear did we get?

Fucking loads.

They're safely stashed now,
so let's go and celebrate.

You had no choice, Con.

Those bloody animals.

And how's Jason now?

Shaken and bruised.
He's gonna stay with me tonight.

The Kinsellas will bleed
for this.

You have my word.
- I know.

And I appreciate it.

How much did they get?

All of it.

You're fucking joking me.

That's not something
we can just white out.

Do you understand that? Yeah.

We need to get that back,
all of it.

And we'll get it.

You better.

Call a meeting with the lads.

Raise your glasses
in a big "fuck you"

to Eamon Cunningham!

Yeah!

I don't mean to piss all over
your work, Michael,

but 50 million?

That all you could get?

What do you say we split it now
and go our separate ways,

'cause I gotta be honest,

I never liked
any of youse anyway.

Nah.

Fucks sake, Michael,
we just won the lotto.

Have a fucking drink.

Can you imagine
Eamon Cunningham right now?

I'd say he's gone
fucking mental!

We should send him a video
of all of us celebrating.

We will, like fuck.

Only poking the bear, right?

Everyone, drink up.

-Sláinte
-Cheers.

Mnh-mnh.

Amanda.

Come on. Join in.

I'm okay.

Life doesn't get
any sweeter than this.

You have to savor it.

Isn't that right, Jimmy?

Be sweeter if Jamie was here.

Yeah, no.

'Course.

Goes without saying.

Look, Moore's dead.
Now this.

We're making the fuckers
here responsible

for Jamie's death pay.

To Jamie.

Jamie.

So, when are we going to start
shifting that gear?

We don't.
We leave it where it is for now.

After what we've just done,

Eamon will have everyone out
gunning for us.

If we tried to move it,
we'd get ourselves clipped.

Can't touch it yet.

Frank, if we don't
service the dealers,

we'll lose them all.

Then we lose them.
For now, anyway.

When things settle down,
we get them back.

Jesus Christ,
forget the dealers.

I mean, how long would it take
for us to put away 50 million?

Now, we got the money
just sitting there...

The money in the bank.

So, cheer the fuck up, everyone.

- 50 million.
- That's a lot of money.

What the fuck's wrong with her?

Because you don't even feel it.

You don't feel it.

You're like a...
You're like a fucking animal.

Here we go.

Yeah, I know.
I shouldn't be doing it.

Coke gives me acne, anyway.
Everything gives you acne.

You know what doesn't
give me acne?

Fucking orgasms.

That's why my skin is flawless.

Gimme that.
Gimme that.

Here.

Thank you.

They don't have that stuff
inside, do they?

- They do, yeah.
- They fucking do?

None of youse
be touching that now.

I know what you're like.

It comes down
outside the windows.

- Don't need it.
- Yeah.

- Don't joke with me.
- No.

- No way.
- Got those...

I need to talk to you
about something.

Is it good or bad?

Not good.

Can it wait?

If you want.

This isn't gonna
ruin me night, is it?

The guards were
in with me earlier,

asking about a car

that Viking was driving
a few weeks ago.

They said it was involved
in a shooting

that happened a couple of nights
before Jamie was killed.

Yeah?
What'd you tell them?

I lied, obviously.

I told them that I didn't know
who was driving the car

and wiped his details.

So, what's the problem?

They said they'd be back.

They're threatening to seize
computers and files.

If this blows up, we'll have
Fraud and Revenue after us.

They'll close
the dealership down.

CAB will try and seize
all the money we laundered.

There's... It's over 2 million.

I think we need to
do something quickly,

before they start digging.

Do what exactly?

Give them somebody
for the shooting.

Close it down.

The car's GPS shows the route
that Eric took that night,

passing through four
traffic cameras on the way.

Look, here's the journey
he took,

the traffic cameras all marked.

They are bound to have photos
of him driving to that shooting.

You saying I should
give up my son?

No.

Alright.

Then they'll raid
the dealership.

They'll find out what we've
been at and we'll be fucked.

I said it's not
fucking happening.

Trying to fucking manipulate me?

You want Eric to end up
inside... is that it?

I'm just telling you
what's gonna happen, Frank.

They already have Eric.

Now they're just
widening their net

to see what else they can catch.

Or we could limit the damage.

- Yeah.
- Every day's a skill day.

- Every day there, yeah.
- You want another one?

- No, I'm fucked.
- Everything okay?

Yeah, just shit
with the dealership.

Couldn't have waited, no?

Yeah, probably,
but it's done now.

Anyway, I thought
this was a party.

Where's the fucking coke?

Give us another lashing of that,
Jimmy, will you?

Fuck!

Put some proper tunes on.

No.

A good day's work, Frank.

We did it.
We fucking did it.

Hello?

Michael!

Michael, have you been shot?

Jesus Christ, Michael.

Have you been shot?

Aah!
Get up, get up.

Come here. Turn over.

Turn over.

Michael, please.
Please.

Jesus Christ.

Aah!

Okay. You're alright.
Look at me.

I just want to get your head
on that.

Michael. Look at me.

Look at me.

Are you alright?

Jesus Christ, Michael.

I fucking...
I thought you were shot.

What... What was that?

What?
I must have fallen.

You were shaking and choking.

That wasn't a fall.

I'm gonna call you an ambulance,
alright?

No, no.
I'm alright.

I'm alright.
I'm fine.

What I just saw wasn't "fine".

You need to see a doctor.

Here, sit you up.

Fuck.

I've already seen a doctor.

He said that it could be
ep... epilepsy.

I don't want anyone
to know about this.

Alright, I promise.

You know, you just need to...

To work out how to live with it.

There... There was a girl
in my class in school

who had epilepsy,
and her parents had to cover

all the sharp edges
in the house, in case she fell.

No, stop, stop.

I can't want this from you.

I'm only trying to help.

No, I... this is why
I didn't want to tell you.

I don't want you
fucking pitying me.

I don't pity you.

I don't want it from you
or Frank or Jimmy

or fucking any of youse.

Okay.

But pity isn't what I'm feeling.

Forget about going after
their friends and lackeys.

Michael Kinsella,
Jimmy Kinsella,

Eric Kinsella, Frank Kinsella...
They're the ones we want.

There's 500 grand
for whoever clips any of them.

And there's another 2 million
for whoever returns

what the Kinsellas
stole from me tonight.

But if I find out any of you
have been in contact with them,

I'll put a bounty
on your fucking head.

Understood?

So, what are you waiting for?

I want more security
in the hotel, Con.

People can't be coming and going
as they fucking please.

I'll get on it.

What are you smiling about?

You know the night
Michael got out,

there was a shooting
in Gracefield?

Could've been.
I don't know.

Why?

Because Viking did it,
after leaving the party here.

And the shooting at the gym
was retaliation for that.

No.
That's bollix.

Frank had already spoken to him

and was already
sorted with Moore.

It's not bollix. How do you know?

Because I had the guards
in with me yesterday

asking about the car
that was used in that shooting.

It was Eric's.

Frank told me that Moore
broke the agreement.

It had nothing to do
with Viking.

Well, he either didn't know,

or he lied to you.

We shot Moore 'cause
we thought it was his fault.

He still ordered what happened.

It's done now.

We can't undo it.

Does Michael know about this?

No.

You should've fucking told me.

As soon as you found out,
you should have fucking told me!

This is why I didn't tell you,
'cause you just lose the head.

I mean, did you see
Viking earlier?

Toasting Jamie
in front of everyone?

Prick.

So, what are you gonna do
when you get over there?

Are you gonna kill him, Jimmy?

- I'm gonna make him pay.
- Don't worry.

He's gonna pay.

He's gonna admit to his part
in the shooting,

and he'll get time.Bollix.

Frank's never gonna
let that happen.

He is.

Have you spoken to Frank
about this

before telling me?

Jesus fucking Christ, Amanda,

you're making me look
like a fucking clown!

How?

'Cause you don't go talking
to Frank about stuff

like this without telling me!

You tell me, I go to him,
and then I sort it out.

That's how this
fucking thing works.

What?
Like you're sorting it now?

I've seen to it that Eric is
gonna pay for what he did.

And I've done it
without causing mayhem.

Got those GPS maps
of Eric's journey?

Yeah.

Just going in to see Viking,
yeah?

Does Jimmy know
about all of this?

Yeah.

What do you mean, forget them?

I mean, forget the collections

and the deliveries
and the dealers.

Don't worry about it.

It's over for now.

This 'cause we're out of gear?

It's not 20 fucking questions.

Just do as you're told.

I'm just trying to get
me head around it.

Yeah. You're gonna be
looking after

the tick list from now on.
It's simple.

That's it.

Alright.

I just need to talk to Eric.

Yeah, no problem, Frank.

See you later. See you later.

Dun-dun-dun-dun.

This is fucking ominous.

So, you didn't even have
the brains

to rob a car for that shooting?

Because the car you used...
The police are onto it now.

So what?
I'll deny it.

See this?

This is a GPS print-out of
where your car went that night.

Have a good look at that.

Four cameras.

You drove past four.

I mean, were you trying
to get caught?

Where'd you get this?

Amanda gave it to me

after the cops went to see her.

That's right.
She knows what you did now,

and Jimmy does, too.

So, what do we do?

Well...

Donal Crehan's
coming here later.

Yeah.

I want you to have your story
straight by the time he arrives.

Okay.

He's gonna help you draw up
a statement for the cops.

See this camera?

That is the last one
you drove past

before you got to that party.

And you're gonna say
you met Fudge here,

on Ossory Road.

He brought the fireworks.

He did the shooting.
You just drove.

And afterwards, you dropped him
back at the same place.

Wait.

If I admit to driving,
I'll go down.

Well, you should've
thought about that

before you drove past
all those cameras.

No, fuck that!

I'll wait and see what the cops
have before I turn myself in.

No. You'll do what
you're fucking told.

No.

Did you just say
fucking no to me?

Why?

Because this family has already
paid a heavy price

for your fuck-up that night,
and I'm not giving the cops this

as an excuse to start
tearing our businesses down.

So, he didn't say anything
about the drugs haul?

Nothing at all?

No. Nothing.

Whose idea was this...

About giving up their dealers?

Frank's, I suppose.

Or maybe Jimmy's missus.

What do you mean,
Jimmy's missus?

Just that she's had
more of a say now.

A say about what?

Everything, I think.

Viking reckons she's the one
that put Michael and Jimmy

up to killing Caolan Moore.

How long will you get?

For only driving?

Two years.

Good behavior.

I can make a statement
to the guards

and say you were with me
all that night.

I don't care.

What about the cameras?

Just because there's cameras
doesn't mean

that they have
a clear shot of you.

Fuck sake, Eric.

Is this what Amanda
was talking to Frank about

at the party last night?

Must've been.

Do you think she's doing this
'cause of Jamie?

What do you mean?

Just...
'cause of what you did

and what happened to Jamie.

Maybe she thinks
you're to blame,

and she's trying
to get back at you.

You think so?

I dunno, Eric.

She should be trying
to keep you out of jail

and not put you in it.

That's bollix.

The whole thing
is fucking bollix.

Have you talked to Birdy
about it?

No.
You should.

And she won't like this.

She won't like
what Amanda's done.

Tell her what's happening,
see what she says.

You know the shooting
at the gym?

That was payback
for the one Viking did.

Frank lied to me.

He said that Viking had
nothing to do with it.

And Amanda... Amanda's been
going and talking to Frank

about business things
without telling me

and making me look like
a fucking sap.

If Amanda says
she's fixed it, then trust her.

She's smart.

You knew that
when you married her.

Yeah, too fucking smart
at times.

Jimmy, I need a lift.

I gotta go see Anna.

You're joking, right?

We're meant to be
keeping our heads down.

If I don't go,
she mightn't ask me again.

Michael, we'll get ourselves
fucking shot.

Please.

I have to go.

You better be fucking quick.

I think that silver car's been
behind us for a while.

Turn away.
See if they follow.

Go left here.

Fuck.

Don't fucking lose them.

Keep your eyes peeled.

If you see anything, text me.

Five minutes.

No more, Michael.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Go, go, go!

Will I go after them? No.

Why are you here?

I thought it wasn't safe.

I wanted to see you.

You can't just turn up
whenever you like.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Are you settling in?

What are the other boys like?

They're great.

Well, that's good.

Yeah. Deadly.

The lads in me dorm
were sharing a WhatsApp video

of Fudge getting shot.

They call it "Another Scumbag
Bites the Dust."

Do you think they know
who you are?

Dunno.
I doubt it.

They're dick heads, that's all.

I want to go home, Mam.

Back to my old school,
with me mates.

And you will be, darling,

when this is all over.

When you drive away from here,

go back to Dad,

I want you to remember

I fucking hate it here.

I couldn't have known

what would have happened to him.

How could I?
I couldn't.

Anyway...

she has it in her head now
that it's my fault.

She's a mental fucking bitch!

You do not speak about anyone
in this family like that.

Do you hear me?

I'll talk to Frank.

You don't say anything.

Don't look so worried.

If you were being killed,
I wouldn't be here.

How's your young lad?

Dead.

Did you really think
we wouldn't find Anthony?

I've already buried
one of my sons.

And now you're threatening
to kill the other one?

It's good you want to
protest him,

keep your baby boy alive,
because I can give you that,

and in return, and I want back

what your family stole from me.

I don't know where
those drugs are.

Don't lie to me.
I don't.

I don't have a say
in those kind of things.

That's not what I hear.

I believe you have a big say
in everything that happens now.

Whoever told you that is...

Stop fucking lying to me!

Because if I walk away now,

there won't be a place
on this Earth

where you son
will be safe from me.

I don't know where
the drugs are.

But if you give me time,

I can find out.

When?

I don't know.

If I'm too pushy,
Frank will be suspicious.

I need time
to get it out of him.

You've got three days.

Someone will be in touch
with a contact number.

You call that number when you
know where those drugs are.

Three days to save your son,
Amanda.