All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S02E02

(Rock guitar music)

(Rings)

VOICEMAIL: Hi, this is
Debbie. Leave a message,
I'll get back to you.

It's me. Answer your
fucking phone sometime.

(Phone rings)

- All right.
- Yeah.

- How's it going?
- Good, yeah. Gonna leave
them at it soon.

- It'll be done by the morning.
- OK. Ring me later.

Yeah. Talk you later.

You've only the one
company, right. Say in the
Isle of Man or Jersey.

And CAB want to know who
owns it. They just ring up and
find out it's you.

But if they can track one
company they can track all of
them?

They can but they won't.
If you have it in different
jurisdictions -

Jersey, the Isle of Man, Saint
Lucia - you'll have them
chasing their tail.

They've to get court orders
in all three countries.

You think they're going to fly
some pen pusher to all those
places?

Waste of time, unless you're
Pablo fuckin' Escobar.

And...I can access the cash
anywhere, yeah?

Yeah. You get your little
black book with all your
account numbers

and your access codes and
you take care of it. You'll be
grand.

How come you know all this
shit?

Cos I done my Leaving Cert
and you didn't. (Chuckles)

The only tricky bit is lodging
the money.

Getting it over through
customs.

You have to have it in cash
so there's no paper trail.

I'll need a lily white.

(Knocking)

- All right.
- All right.

- You're late.
- Sorry. I got held up.

- Don't be getting locked,
Pottsie. - No.

- You got the van, yeah?
- Yeah.

Right, then. Let's step it up,
lads.

(Phone rings)

Hiya.

Yeah. Give me half an hour.
I'll see you at the place.

- I've some stuff to do. Are
you on top of this? - Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

All right, see you later.

All right, Pat.

I don't want you here.

I know that you think the er...
accident with your daughter,

that that was me,
but it wasn't me.

I don't want you near me.
I don't want you near my
family.

Pat, I'll be out of your hair in
a second.

All I wanted to see was
what's happening with the
files.

I've got a new guy now.

Wants to know could you
courier them over to him as
soon as you get the chance.

This is his card.

Will you do that for me, Pat?

- All right.
- All right.

- You got away in any way.
- Yeah.

Frano down the pub, is he?

So did you not bring me
flowers, Nigel?

- No. Did you want flowers?
- You didn't bring me
flowers?

- I wasn't thinking.
- What were you thinking?

- Meet her, bang her and go.
- No.

What, then?

I don't know.
We don't have to do
anything.

I'm happy just to have a chat.

Want to stay here or...
there's more space in my car.

Do we need guns for this,
no?

If we have guns, we use
them. Kill a cop it's 40 years.

40 years?

(Alarm rings, dogs bark)

This is shit. Why have a hole
in the wall if there's fuck all
money in it?

Worried in case they get
robbed.

Get more money on scratch
cards.

It's enough for me to keep
John Boy off my back for
now.

Then what?

Then we rob another two or
three of these and I don't
owe the prick nothing.

Yeah, that hit the spot.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be back in an hour.

- What's the panic?
- We're nearly done.

Fuck off man, will ya.

Prick.

Speedball.

Do you want one?

Go on, they're bleedin' lovely,
they are.

Fuck it, yeah, go on.

(She moans)

Hang on. Hang on.

- Are you all right?
- OK, it's all right.

- Oh, shit.
- Sorry.

Keep going.

Hang on. Hang on.

I needed that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Are you not getting it at
home, no?

It was a joke.

It wasn't funny.

Say that shit to anyone,
guaranteed Fran will hear
about this.

I'm not going to tell anyone.

Just need a fuck from time to
time, Nidge. I don't need any
hassle.

You think I want hassle?

(Dance music and chatter)

(Shouting and whistling)

(Sniffs)

All right.

Fuck it.

Aido. Cops.

(Police radio chatter)

They feel real.

He got them for me as a
birthday present.

You got your money's worth.

Don't be at my nipple.
It doesn't twist off.

Sorry.

- (Phone rings)
- Man, what now?

Is it home?

All right, John Boy, what's
the story?

Fuck!

I pay you to do nixers, do I?

You're getting your blood on
my floor.

Here.

I'm going to watch TV in the
other room.

- So, Stumpy. Are you a rat
or what? - I'm not a rat.

Maybe you think you're a
clever rat.

You were told to be there
and you left the place.

There's no way I'm a rat.
You better not be.

- I'm not.
- Don't give me the look.

Do you know what they do to
rats down in Mexico?

This one rat last week,
they cut off his head.

Then they cut the face off the
head.

Then they sewed the face,
all of it, the skin everything.

They sewed it onto a football
and left it out in the front
garden...

For his kids to play with.
Do you know anything about
that?

What are you gonna do to
make it up to me?

Whatever you want.

This is gonna hurt my pocket
so it's gonna hurt yours too.

Sure.

There's gonna be a penalty
on you being stupid and
being lazy

and fuckin' off when you
were supposed to stay put
where you were.

You've got money
somewhere, hole in the
ground, back yard?

Yeah.

Dig it up, bring it here and
don't run.

Cos if you run like a rat,
who's gonna look after your
ma?

Now fuck off.

(Door closes)

- What'll we do?
- Whack a rat, that's what
we'll do.

- You see it.
- Yeah, what is it?

That's mad, that is.

MARY: It's his anniversary,
Darren. Come on, for me.

I feel like I'm betraying him or
something.

- By working for John Boy
again? - Yeah.

He's my little brother.
I could've looked out for him.

- It wasn't your fault, Darren.
- It was.

He got into it cos I got into it.
I know that, you know that.

Darren. You're not cut out
for the life you're leading.

I know.

I know you have to pay off
that money but I hate that
you're doing it...

what you're doing,
the people you come in
contact with.

- I can't have you bringing it
to my door. - I know.

I don't want the girls to see it.

I know. I'm sorry.

You're not like Nidge...
or even Tommy or the others.

You're kind.
That's why Rosie loved you.

- You want to lead that life?
- No.

You need to stop working
with these scumbags.

It doesn't matter who they
are. We both know where it
leads.

Robbie had no sense at all,
you know.

But you do.

(Sighs)

Come up with me to visit him,
will you?

Yeah, OK.

I know you're right.
This is the last of it for me.

OK?

Come on.

I hate that Hughie's buried up
here, the same ground.

Well, he's dead now so fuck
him.

- John Boy wants to see you.
- Ah, man, I'm in bits.

Two hours is all I need.
I stink. I need a kip.

OK, but make it quick.

(Whimpers)

(Door buzzer)

(Phone vibrates)

All right, I'm outside.

(Buzzer)

Been talking to the brief.

Pottsie's fucked cos he was
in the room. Won't even get
bail.

Aido, I think they have him
on fingerprints.

They have him in but he'll get
bail more than likely.

Tommy was in the corridor
so he was lucky.

He said he got rid of his
gloves so...you know.

Rise of the foot soldier.

What?

You. You're all in the thick of
it, aren't you.

Moving and shaking, talking
to lawyers. Getting fuckin'
updates.

- That I can get myself off
Aertel. - You asked me to.

Yeah, but I asked you to
bring Tommy over as well
and he's not here.

Right. I'll get him to come
over now.

Yeah, get him to come over
here and wait.

Cos I'm going out now
and when I'm back, I'm back.

I don't care what happens,
tell him to wait

cos I want to know what him
and that other clown were
doing in the corridor

and not in the room
like they were supposed to
be. Yeah?

Right.

- Where are you going?
- Bursting for a piss, Ma.

- The alarm fella here yet?
- What happened your head?

- Stephen?
- Nothing, Ma.

Your colleague said there
was no point in putting the
alarm in if the lock was
broken.

The sensors won't work
if the lock's broken.

That's why Stephen
had new doors put in for me.

All right, Ma.

Stephen, what happened to
you?

Slipped. Whacked my head
on the car door.

- Let me see. Did you get
stitches? - Forget about it.

Did you give her a panic
button?

Yeah, she has a fob.
She can have it with her all
the time.

- Does that call the guards?
- We've a 24-hour monitoring
system.

- Then we call the guards.
- Now, Ma. Safe as houses.

Cash all right for you?

Know anything about that
raid on the hotel?

Not much like.

The lads in the station
were talking about it.

- Is someone ratting me out?
- I honestly wouldn't know.

- You can't tell me anything?
- Just what the lads were
saying.

One of your boys was
spotted lying in a hall, out of
it.

That's what they were
saying. It was rung in, so...

Security saw them on
CCTV... acting suspicious.

It doesn't mean I don't have a
rat.

This is a new number for
you.

Check your messages, yeah.

Here.

Should keep you in rent boys
for about a month the way
you go through them.

Man, I'm sickened I am.

You don't even want to know
how much I'm out of pocket.

- Want a cup of tea or
anything? - No. No. Here.

- What's this?
- Some of what I owe John
Boy.

- What are you giving it to me
for? - Will you not give it to
him?

I can have the rest for him
in the next couple of weeks.

Have some nixer, have you?

You give it to him when you
have it all. It's better.

- You know what he's like.
- You give it to him, will you?

All right.

- Did you ring him?
- No.

- Going mad, is he?
- Yeah.

It's not your fault, is it?

I'm just gonna get some
water. (Groans)

I'll get you the water.

- Do you want to smoke a
joint? - No.

- You never met Cueball?
- No.

John Boy's brother, Hughie.
Total head the ball.

Thanks.

Who's the fella with the army
hat on?

Don't know.

- What are you doing?
- It's arnica.

Lift up your T-shirt.

You're grand.

- Go on.
- No.

It'll help. Go on.

I think it's Collins. Michael
Collins.

Oh.

Does that feel better?

Yeah.

I know most of them.

That's Tupaq, Biggie,

Bob Marley, JFK...

- Here. What about...?
- Ssh.

All right.

- What's the story with Frano,
anyway? - He's having the
wobbles.

It's a lot of money, that's all
I'm saying. I don't mean to
be...

Fran, I took the hit on that.
It's got nothing to do with
you.

I know.

- Glass?
- Thanks.

Sorry. I was watching
that shit on the telly and I
was thinking

that could be my gear,
my money and then what?

Fran, that had nothing
to do with your money.

- Your money's gone to
Spain. - I was worried. It's a
lot of money.

Are you having a wobble?

- Yeah.
- That's OK.

I have them myself.
That's normal.

- Are you all right?
- I'm all right.

I fuckin' know it's a lot of
money. But shit happens.

How do you think
the cops got onto you?

How do you know
it won't happen again?

Cos we had a little bit of a
problem with someone
mouthing off.

- But they'll be taken care of.
- All right.

Fuck it.

Are you gonna start acting all
weird round me now and
avoid me?

No.

I need you to get me some
more gear.

Don't look at me like that.
I'm only smoking it.

- But all the stuff was taken.
- I'm not saying right now.

You can get me some
zimmos for now.

Hi, hun.

Come here.

Sit down.

So you were asleep in the
hallway.

That means you'll get off.

So either you're a rat or
you're stupid.

I think you're stupid.

So I'm gonna give you two
choices.

Either you pay me back for
your fuck-up or you do
something for us.

I need someone to go
through customs for me with
cash.

- No problem, yeah.
- Not you.

- Who?
- Siobhan.

(Cawing)

All right. That's from Darren.

- What's that?
- It's some of what he owes
you.

He asked me to give it to
you.

You know what that is.
It's "fuck you" money.

That's what that is.

Ungrateful bastard.

I talked to my fella today.

Waste of space.
Parking fines is all he's good
for.

Is Stumpy the rat?

He doesn't know.
But something's not right with
him.

Doing his side deals,
driving that flash motor.

- He's ripping me off, I know
he is. - You think?

- Can you not smell it off
him? - We'll have to keep an
eye on him.

That's no use to me.
Waiting around for a rat to rat
us out.

Whatever you want.

- He needs to be sorted.
- Yeah. No problem.

I'll tell you what I want.

I want Darren to do it.
He still owes me.

It's Stumpy we're talking
about, not fuckin' Mother
Teresa.

- He had a crack at you
himself. - I'll pay John Boy all
the money back next week.

This is what the wants.
What's the problem?

Rosie.

- Rosie, what do you mean?
- What if she was to come
back?

She's gonna care if Stumpy's
dead or not?

After what he done to her,
she'd be over the moon.

No, she wouldn't.
She wouldn't want it.

You think if she's back here
she wants to cross over the
street

every time she sees that
tosser?

I know, but she wouldn't want
me doing it.

How would she know unless
you told her?

Why would you tell her,
anyway? Stump's pissed
enough people off.

She asks you,
you say you know fuck all
about it.

- Don't want to do it.
- Why not?

- I don't want to kill anybody.
- Not even Stumpy?

No, I don't want to do it.
I don't.

It's a bit late in the day,
to be honest with you, Darren.

This puts me in the shit as well.

I'll be straight up with you.

I don't give a shit about
anyone, man.

I don't give a shit.
Except for Warren.

The rest, I don't care.
Not even Trish.

I love her and all,
but I don't give a shit.

I'll do whatever the fuck it is I
have to do.

I'll do it, I don't care.
I'll get on with it.

There's no way out for you in
this, Darren.

Straight up, there's no way
out. I wouldn't bullshit you.

You have to do it and that's
it.

You don't do it, something happens
and you think,

"I'm in all this shit cos of
Stumpy."

I'm telling you, Darren,
you're fucked if you don't do
this.

Fuck knows what'll happen
but I swear to God it'll
happen

and you'll have pissed it all
away. Understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Only ring me on this one for
this. The number's in it.

I'll call you when it's time.

- Why does he want me to do
it? - Cos you won't get
stopped.

I could easily get stopped.
Then what?

- Why don't you do it?
- I would...but he wants you
to do it.

They'd know me, anyway.

If I got caught with the court
case coming up, it wouldn't
look good.

Would they not know me,
then, if they know you?

They wouldn't be looking out
for you.

- What if I get arrested?
- You won't. They won't stop
you.

I go to prison and what about
Leyton?

You won't cos you'd say
the money wasn't yours.

The judge would believe you
cos you don't have a record.

Siobhan. Don't do it if you
don't want to.

What happens to you if I
don't do it?

I'll do it, OK.

Thanks.

I don't know what else I
could've done.

You could've said no.

(Low conversation)

(Phone rings)

Stumpy.

Story, Stumpy.

I have some money for John
Boy if you want to get it off
me.

Yeah, all right.

- Were you talking to him?
- Yeah.

- I'm all right, am I?
- He's cool, man.

He's pissed off and all
but you'd be pissed off if you
were him.

- I wouldn't talk to anybody,
you know that. - I know that.

Pay him the money you owe
and he'll get over it. I'll talk to
him.

Thanks, Nidge.

- You're in tomorrow?
- Yeah, I'll be down the gym.

I'll bring some of that money
for John Boy.

- Right, see you then.
- Sound.

It's on tomorrow.

Listen. Get rid of yer man for
a minute.

Bud, can I have a word?

Aido, I'd like to talk to you.

- All OK, yeah?
- Yeah.

- How's Pottsie?
- He's all right.

He's hoping to get bail so he
could skip.

What about you?
You thinking of skipping?

No. No way, man.

If I get put away, it'll be a
break.

I know loads of them in there,
anyway. Half my cousins.

You need to sign up to a treatment
programme, you know that.

It looks better for you.

Drug addict, fucked-up
family.

You were forced to do this
to pay off a drug debt.

Judge will feel sorry for you.

It'd be good for you anyway,
Aido. You junkie fuck.

I don't give a bollocks
what you do in your spare
time.

But you fucked this for me.
I know you did.

I know that you fucked this up for
me. You and your brother.

Junkie fucks.

You don't say anything
except what I tell you to say.

Do you hear me?

All right, John.

(Gunshot)

- There's only the one, is
there? - That's all we need.

- Do I not need one, no?
- No.

I was gonna wait till the last
minute to rob a car so it's not
reported.

Have you never done this
before?

No.

I'm the same. I never done it.

Lord, You are our hope
and our salvation.

Send Your Holy Spirit
to turn our darkness into light

and our falseness into truth.

- Where are you going?
- My sister's having a mass
for my brother.

- Come on.
- What?

To God be honour
and glory forever.

May He fill us with hope
and with the power of the
Holy Spirit.

Lord, You are our help and
our salvation.

- (Door opens)
- Almighty Father, send...

Sorry, Father. Sorry, Mary.

Almighty Father, send your
Holy Spirit to turn our words
unto prayers

and our seeking into finding.

Lord, you are our hope...

Hi, hun.

Jesus. I'm so fuckin' tired
these days.

- What you all dressed up
for? - I'm meeting Kayleigh.

Oh.

My daughter Kayleigh.

Yeah, I knew that, hun.

I forgot that was today.
I said I'd meet her with you,
didn't I?

It's up to you.

Is it OK if I give it a miss
today?

I'd prefer to meet her when
I'm on top form.

- Cos I'd like her to like me.
- (Door opens and closes)

All right, Nidge.

Now...

- Looks like paint.
- No, it's top notch stuff.
Chinese make it.

Chinese could be putting all
sorts of shit in it.

Have you got John Boy's
money for me?

Yes. I was gonna give it to
you later.

Give it to me now if it's
handy. I'll lock it in the car.

- See you in there, yeah.
- Yeah, man.

- What's wrong with you?
You're all jittery. - No, I'm not.
It's nothing, I'm grand.

- Who's yer man, anyway?
- Did I not tell you about him?
Luke.

I didn't think you'd mind me
bringing him.

He's got no family of his own.
He was an orphan.

Him and his brother
were brought up in a foster
home.

His brother?
He's not on his own if he has
his brother.

- His brother's missing.
- What happened to him?

No-one knows. He just
disappeared one day, never
turned up.

Jesus, how long has he been
missing?

- Nearly a year or something.
- Poor thing.

- I didn't think you'd mind me
bringing him. - I don't.

Robbie was always bringing
strays home, wasn't he?

Yeah.

- I'll take that for you. How
are you, Luke? - How's it
going?

I didn't get to meet you
properly. I'm Mary, Darren's
sister.

- I know. Thanks for lunch.
- It's nothing.

No, it was good. Fuckin'
savage.

Sorry. It was.
I never have grub like that.

- Do you never cook for
yourself, then? - No. I can
make a Pot Noodle.

Well, that's cooking, isn't it?

I mean, I would make one
if I had a kettle. But I don't.

- Do you not have a kettle?
- No.

- I've an old one if you want.
You can have it. - Yeah?

Yeah.

- I'll take that for you.
- Thanks.

Here. I'm gonna hit the road,
man. See you later on.

Come here.

Thanks for sorting me out
with John Boy.

Don't worry about it.
It was nothing.

You know what he's like.
See you later.

(Phone rings)

- All right.
NIDGE: It's on.

(Line goes dead)

(Rattles car door handle)

(Phone rings)

Go on.

- Hey.
- Hiya, Da.

Sorry I'm late. The bus took
ages.

You're not late.
I only just arrived now.

- I'm starving.
- Well, have whatever you
want.

(Baby crying)

Oh, bubba...

OK, now...

Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- I'm buzzing, man.

I didn't expect to be but...it
was a rush.

# Come, me little son

# And I will tell
you what we'll do

# Undress yourself and get
into bed

# And a tale I'll tell to you

# It's all about your daddy

# He's a man we seldom see

# For he's had to roam away
from home

# Far away from you and me

# Remember, laddie, he's still
your dad

# Though he's working far
away

# In the cold and heat

# All the days of the week

# On England's motorway

# Now when you fall and hurt
yourself

# And get up feeling bad

# It isn't any good to go

# A running for your dad

# For the only time since you
were born

# He's had to spend with you

# He was out of a job

# And he hadn't a bob

# He was signing on the brew

# Remember, laddie, he's still
your dad

# Though he's working far
away

# In the cold and heat

# All the days of the week

# On England's motorway