All language subtitles for Harry Wild 2-4

This place is gorgeous!

What's wrong with it?

Why's it so cheap?

Diarmuid here owes me a favour.

What did you do,
give him a kidney?

He knows what he did!

I said sorry!

This is a no-brainer,
Harry. We've gotta take it.

Plus, we can't keep meeting

prospective clients
in the goose.

Why not?

Glenn is introducing
afternoon karaoke for starters.

For god sakes, Glenn!

Harry, I've been tasked
with great responsibility.

June's relying on me

and I will not let her down.

Between us...

there's bit of a spark
between me and her.

I think I'm in there.

You do realise
June is gay, right?

Is she?

Well, that explains
why she's always kissing women.

Oh, well.

Look, Harry, the
agency's already making

more than enough
to afford this place.

Especially with this price.

And we could have a secretary.

Secretary?

My Petra's looking
for a new job, as it happens.

Got fired from Lidl.

Just 'cause she took a
couple of things home with her.

They were almost
out of date anyway.

Well, maybe not the gin...

or the power tools.

So will I tell her to
come in for an interview?

No!

Fair enough.

What d'ya say?

Well, I suppose at this
price, it would be crazy not to.

Mr. Creely, you have a deal.

Are we even now?

Not even close.

Uh...

Okay,
Vicky, you're in charge.

Francis McCluskey.

Fifty-three years old,
Wicklow resident.

Cause of death
is pretty obvious.

We have a person of interest.

Jord.

Ben Finnegan.

Dead man's business partner.

Property developers.

Legit as far as we can tell, but
both men have criminal records.

Er...

mostly small time for Finnegan.

A little jail time for receiving
and some minor drug offences.

McCluskey did six years
for armed robbery.

That was fifteen years ago

but he seems to have
been clean ever since.

The day before McCluskey
was killed, he was

heard having a heated
argument with Finnegan.

Witness couldn't say what it was
about, but with McCluskey dead,

Finnegan gets
all of the business.

That's motive.

Er... earlier, Wicklow went to

bring him in for further
questioning, but he ran.

They think he
might have come here.

Finnegan's a dub.

He'll know people here.
Let's go find him.

Good job, Vicky.

What was that all about?

Hi, Orla.

I need your help.

Oh!

What happened?

Is it Charlie?

Er, no. Nothing like that.

I need...

I need...

I need...

To borrow some butter?

A kick up the arse?
A dictionary? Just...

Your help.

Oh.

Well, then I suppose
you'd better come in.

There's something
I've not told you.

I've not told anyone.

You're a high-class escort?

What?

Well, maybe not that high class.

But you do have had a bit of
a dominatrix-y feel about you.

I have not!

I had a boyfriend.

- Recently?
- No!

- When I was nineteen.
- Oh.

His name's Ben Finnegan
and he's in trouble.

Oh...

His business
partner was murdered

and the guards are
looking at him for it.

But when they went
to pick him up, he ran!

Well, that's not very
clever of him, is it?

No. There's more.

The person who killed his
partner is a hitman from Spain.

Calls himself
El Cazador, the hunter.

He uses a crossbow.

Oh, very theatrical.

So, er, has Ben told
the guards about this?

Oh, no. You and I know
how guards think.

So, what do you want me to do?

I just want you to meet him.
To hear him out.

Oh, I know him, Harry.
He's not a killer.

Please, will you do
this? For me?

- That depends.
- Uh-huh.

Tell me why you don't
want Charlie to know about him?

Do I have to?

Ah, now you've said that,
yes, you do.

And it had better be juicy.

Oh...

Erm...

Yeah...

Well, er, okay. Erm...

When Ben and I were
a couple, we went inter-railing

and, er, we financed the trip...

by selling weed.

And then I might have got

arrested a little bit...

Yeah.

Erm... I didn't hear that.

Hm?

I might have got arrested
a little bit in Germany.

Oh!

Well, I can't believe
what I'm hearing!

I mean, I never imagined

that you'd ever do anything
half as interesting as that.

I told Ben to lay low
while I spoke to you.

Will you meet him?

Well, if I'm gonna do this...

Oh...

Tell him to meet me
here in an hour.

Oh... one more thing.

Can you please keep
Fergus out of this?

Er... I'm sorry, but no.

He's my partner.

If I'm gonna do
this, I'll do it with him.

That isn't up for debate.

But what if he tells Lola?

He wouldn't.

You're wrong about him.

Besides, they don't
see each other anymore, do they?

Do they?

Do you think your mam's ever
gonna change her mind about me?

Hmm... don't count on it.

Not big on changing
her mind, my mother.

How's things
going with your mam?

Going.

She's, er, managed
to persuade Malky

to sit down for
peace talks.

So, er, we'll see.

See ya.

Later, skaters.

We have an office.

The hunter's real name
is Alejandro Miralles.

Works for a businessman,
Rubén Orantes.

Francis knew him,

set up a meeting in Madrid,
a potential partnership.

I meet him, I smile politely.

As soon as were out
of there, I say to Francis,

what the fuck?
We cannot be getting

into bed with
Don bleeding Corleone

but Francis goes to
a party this guy's throwing.

I stay at the hotel.

Then Francis comes home early
and he's all jittery.

Wants to leave.

He's already
changed our flights.

I kept asking him,
what's going on?

But he wouldn't tell me.

Then he's dead and
I get a call from this hunter.

Says he wants me to return
what it is Francis and I stole,

or else there's an arrow
with my name on it.

Then I find this

in my front door.

Ben Finnegan.

Well, if you've got
the arrow with your

name on it, he can
hardly kill you with it.

I'm guessing he has a spare.

Did you and Francis
steal from him?

No! Well... I mean, yes.

Francis did, I think.

But I don't know what.

So you're trying to find
something that you

don't know what it is

and you don't know where it is.

I think you're best
off asking the guards.

Oh, no, the guards
won't protect me.

They want to lock me up.

My only hope is to find out
what it is Francis stole

and give it back.

Look, I'm sorry for
bringing this to your door,

I just don't
know what else to do.

I read about you two,
saw the connection with Orla...

So, how do we start looking?

I've searched everywhere Francis
might have stashed something.

The only place
I've not looked is his house.

His wife, Maura, hates me.

Thinks I was a bad influence.

If only she knew.

Francis did six years
for armed robbery,

which he never told her about.

And neither did the spirits.

What does that mean?

Well, she's a...
you know, she's a kook.

Into psychics
and tarot and all that shite.

Trust me, if you turn up
saying you're there to help me,

she'll slam
the door in your face.

Well, we have
to start somewhere.

Your connection to Orla
is 20 years old,

so, it's unlikely El Cazador

will be able
to track you to her,

which means that he won't
be able to track you to us.

Unless he has
a tracking device on him.

You know,

like a phone.

Oh, good point.

If you'd be so kind.

Er...

Don't leave,
don't go near any windows.

Oh, just one more thing.

Can you tell me
something personal

about Maura and Francis?

Orla used to go out
with that fella

but I'm not good
enough for her daughter.

Bit bloody rich that.

Anyway, why are we
helping this guy again?

Because there's a crazy guy
with a crossbow running

around Dublin, and more people
are gonna die if we don't.

Oh, and you can't
tell Lola any of this.

Like I'd do that!

Though I am
about to lie to a widow

and I'm not happy
about that either.

Well, it's a white lie.

Mm, whitish.

Is this our
third or fourth widow?

I've lost count.

Is your name Maura McCluskey?

Yeah.

What's it about?
This really isn't a good time.

This is gonna sound
a bit odd, but my aunt,

she has a message for you.

It's from Francis.

He's here!

What? Who's here?

Francis?

Francis, is that you?

Yes, bunny.

Francis!

Reveal what is hidden.

What, what does that mean?
What's hidden?

He wants us to follow him.

Ah...

He wants us to go
into the toilet?

He passed through the wall.

Into the utility room?

- Into his study?
- Mm-hm.

My Francis was a good man.

He used to be
a missionary, you know?

He did?

About 15 years ago,

long before I met him.

In the Amazon.

Lived with a tribe

in the middle of the
rainforest for years.

Was it about six years?

It was.

He's speaking to you!

Francis, can you hear me?

Reveal what is hidden.

Ooh!

I don't know about
anything hidden.

A safe?

Not here.

He's got one at the office.

Ooh...

Francis was a doodler.

A crossbow.

He did it all the time
when he was thinking.

Francis says
that's the hunter.

Well, who's the hunter?

He knew he was coming.

He was on his mind.

So whatever is hidden would have
been on his mind too, right?

Francis wants us
to take that page.

Does he not have
a message for me?

Yes. Give it all to charity.

Make the world a better place.

Bollocks to that!

Charlie.

Sit down.

It's time.

Er, time?

I need an answer.

Are you going to take the

chief super position
permanently or not?

I, er...

Ah, you and Ray. So similar.

I can give you
the rest of the day

but I need your
answer by tonight.

Okay?

What the hell
are you doing here?

You're supposed to
be laying low.

I don't know if
I can do it, Orl.

Just sit around and hope
that your mother-in-law and the

kid find what Francis nicked
before the hunter gets me.

You asked for my help.

This is the best help
I can give you.

Harry is a royal pain
in the arse but she's brilliant.

Jesus, don't ever
tell her I said that.

She's done some
impossible things.

You've gotta trust her.

Well, I trust you.

I had no right to come
here asking you for help

but you helped me anyway.

You are an amazing woman, Orla.

I was such an idiot
for losing you.

I've thought about you
lots over the years.

Did you ever think about me?

Running my fingers
up the length of your back...

stroking the
nape of your neck.

Does it still make you purr?

Ben?

Yes?

If you don't remove
your hand, I'm going to break

those fingers off and
shove them up your arse.

You are unbelievable.

Do you think a few honeyed
words would get me into bed?

I'm in love with my husband.

His mother is out there trying
to save your worthless life.

You are still the same raggedy
boy you were 20 years ago.

Well, the spell was broken
for me after Germany.

Do you get that?

Don't blow it out of proportion.

It was one night in a cell.

I got you out
of there, didn't I?

Yeah.

Which is the only reason
I'm helping you now.

And it wouldn't have happened at
all if you could've run faster.

What?

Oh god.

Okay, saying things like that is
making me question my decision.

Look, that was
a stupid thing to say

and it was a stupid
thing that I did back then.

Look, if it means anything,
I've regretted it ever since.

I am truly sorry.

No, you're not.

You don't know the
meaning of the word.

You're just sorry you
haven't gotten what you wanted.

Now get out of my house!

May I please use the
bathroom before I leave?

Down the hall,
second door on the left.

"May I use your bathroom?"

Orla?

You home?

What?!

Charlie!

You're home early.
Why? Why are you home?

Vivian wants an answer
about the promotion.

I don't know what to
tell her. Here...

Where are you going?

I'm bursting for a wee.

What?

This is it. The birdhouse.

Told you I knew this place.

See, the house with wings.

Malky comes here all the time.

Through choice?

Are you lost, your majesty?

Disappear.

You own this too, do you?

Nah, I just like the ambience.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

Do you know a Francis McCluskey?

I do.

Saw him in here about
a week ago in fact.

He was looking for Seamus.

Seamus owns the pub.
Seamus King.

Is he here?

Oh, he's always here.

Dead?

Very. Keeled over, heart attack,

right about where
you're standing now.

Why did Francis want
to meet with him?

I assumed Francis
was up to his old tricks again,

trying to shift some dodgy gear.

Seamus was a fence?

Who'd Francis have gone to next?

That all depends on
what it was he was selling.

Seamus was the daddy,

dabbled in everything.

Most of them specialise.

Specialise?

Well, if he was trying
to clean dirty money,

he might go to this person
or maybe that person.

Jewellery, somebody else.

Art, somebody else.

So it all depended
on what he was selling.

How do we find
out what he stole?

Thank you, Happy.

You have been very helpful.

You're more than welcome,
your highness.

Now what do we do?

I mean, the only
person who knows

what Francis stole is Francis.

Well, that's, that's
not quite true, is it?

There is someone else
who'll know.

Harry, no!

Thats a terrible idea!

Mr. Finnegan.

What a surprise.

I'm calling on
behalf of Mr. Finnegan.

To negotiate the return
of my property, I hope.

Er... yes. Sort of.

What does "sort of" mean?

Mr. Finnegan doesn't
have your property

but were trying to locate it
and it would be very

helpful if you could
tell us exactly what was stolen.

Is this a joke?

No. No, it's not.

Francis hid what
he stole from you.

Ben is determined to return it.

If you would indulge me,
we all get what we want.

Señor Orantes?

I'm trying to work out if I
should find this amusing or not.

To whom am I speaking?

Er, Stella...

Stella Joyce.

Well, Stella,
I will indulge you.

Diamonds. Twelve, emerald cut.

And now maybe
you can indulge me.

Pass on a message.

You have two hours.

After that El Cazador
will do what he does best.

Kill.

Well?

I might have just made it worse.

It was diamonds.

I was just thinking
while you were gone.

The way I remember it,

the last time our paths
crossed, you were in my debt.

I saved your son's life.

And we found
the killer of yours,

I think that makes us even.

But your son still owes me.

No argument with that, but
that's between the two of you.

Yes, but now you need something

and I need something too.

Fella by the name
of Barry Kilcoyne was

arrested a few days ago,
trying to steal a car.

He's my idiot brother-in-law.

You ask your son to
get the charges dropped

and I'll tell you
who Francis went to.

To whom Francis went.

And it's not happening.

Oh, well.

Old Barry will just have
to do his time then.

God, now what do we do?

We need to know that
information, Harry!

I refuse to be
dictated to by that man.

We know lots of people
who know fences.

Come on.

This is a little song
I wrote last night.

But I feel in a lot of ways,

it's still very relevant today.

It's called "Complicated."

♪ I met a girl
she was kind of intense ♪

♪ I said,
are you seeing anybody? ♪

♪ She said, it's complicated

♪ I said, how complicated?

♪ She said,
well if my ex is X and I am Y ♪

♪ Then X squared
plus Y squared ♪

♪ Equals one
over square root of pi! ♪

♪ I said, you're right,
that's pretty complicated ♪

♪ More complicated
than I had anticipated ♪

♪ Just thinking about
it leaves me discombobulated ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

Alright, please yourselves.

No autographs!
I'm going paperless.

Alright, Fergus? Harry?

I've got to go check
on Libs, I'll be back in a mo.

What was that awful song?

Well, it turns out,
you have to have a licence to

do karaoke in a public
place like this, Harry.

Costs an absolute fortune.

So, I sat down,

I said, I'll rack
my brains and sure enough,

I had a brain wave!

I'll write my own songs

and that way they're free.

Bloody genius, eh?
Ha ha!

Only got two at the mo,

but I'm trying
to come up with more.

Now, what rhymes
with otter spatula?

Moron.

Nah, it doesn't rhyme.

Glenn, get me a drink.
I need to pick your brain.

Right you are.

If you have one.

Hello, Malky.

Thanks for agreeing to this.

I'm not sure
it's the right decision.

I promised Fergus.

But there's every chance I might
get up and leave any moment.

I understand.

I'm grateful.

I need to thank you.

Thank me for what?

Fergus and Liberty
are exceptional

and it's down to you.

I'd like to take
the credit for it, but

mostly it's down
to Fergus himself.

We did something
right with that boy.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry

for what I did.

I suspect I'm not the
easiest person to live with.

Maybe top five though.

Yeah.

Ooh, could be him.

- What's up with Glenn?
- Steven?

He looks like
he's about to shit himself!

He's thinking.

There was a Keith something.
Or was it Kevin?

I've asked him to find fences.

Now we may have
to go somewhere else.

I know!

I'll ring my pal, Jimmy Bread.

He'll know.

Here, he, erm...

He wouldn't happen to have

a moustache shaped
like that, now, would he?

Exactly like that
and that's a loaf of bread!

That's funny, that is.

You know, Tampa's no Dublin,
but it's hot and sunny.

You could come over and visit.

Have you got your passport?

I couldn't tell you
if it's even in date.

Probably not.

What about the kids?

Do you still
have that biscuit tin

of your vital documents?

Oh.

I still have it.

Couldn't tell you
where it is, now.

Probably the
lounge cupboard I'd say.

The kids have never been abroad.

I should really start thinking
about doing that sometime.

Travel is good
for the soul, so they say.

I just have to use
the little boy's room.

That coffee's
gone right through me.

Harry, Fergus, meet Jimmy Bread.

Any way you slice it, that's me.

Glenn said you need some
help with a sensitive matter?

We need to talk about
Francis McCluskey.

I'll get the drinks.

McCluskey, you say?

Nah, nah, don't know the name.

Can't help.

- He's dead.
- Murdered by El Cazador.

Killed for the diamonds that he
came to see you about recently.

Did he tell you that he, er,

stole them from Rubén Orantes?

No, he didn't!

Had he, I wouldn't have
touched them with a barge pole.

El Cazador is
in Dublin to get them back.

Right now he's looking
for Francis' business partner.

And when he kills him,
he won't just give up.

He'll move onto
Francis' widow, Maura,

and then you.

Do you have them?

I don't.

Francis came to see me twice.

First to show me
the merchandise.

Left one with me.

I made some calls.
Found a buyer in London.

Then he came back
and said he'd changed his mind.

Didn't want to go through
with the deal anymore.

Took the diamonds and left.

In hindsight, he was nervous.

Scared.

Well, he knew the
hunter was after him.

Do you have any idea what he
might have done with them then?

A girlfriend was gonna
to look after them, he said.

He had a girlfriend?

I found it odd, too.

I knew he had a young wife.

Was always besotted with her,
but...

men will be men.

What a depressing thought.

Francis?

Jesus! Fuck! Who are you?

I think you know who I am.

No, I swear.
I haven't got a fucking clue.

Your husband

took something from my employer.

I think it would be
wise to return it to me.

Just tell me what I want
to know before I count to ten.

Uno...

dos...

I don't...
I, really, I don't know.

tres...

cuatro...

Was it you?

Did you kill Francis?

cinco...

Argh!

Ben?

Ben?

It's you.

Did you get anywhere?

Tell us about
Francis' girlfriend.

Girlfriend?
He didn't have one.

He loved Maura.
Besotted was the word.

So we heard.

It was diamonds,
by the way. Twelve diamonds.

Francis' fence said that

he gave them to his girlfriend.

What if it wasn't
a current girlfriend?

What if it was an ex?

Would he trust an ex
enough to leave

twelve stolen diamonds with her?

Sheila McGill, he would.

They parted well.
He trusts her implicitly.

She runs a pub up in Navan.

I can't remember the name,
but you could ask around.

- Hm.
- Everyone knows her.

Well, Vavan at this time of day,
it's a three-hour round trip.

And El Cazador will be here
in less than two hours.

What?

Well, how do you know?

I spoke with Rubén Orantes.

What do you mean
you spoke with him?

Well, we called him.

- She called him.
- You called him?

Are you... are you crazy?

- It, it... It's a long story.
- She's not not crazy.

Ben, don't leave here
for any reason.

But I... Er...

Alright, okay. You got it.

Told you he realised something.

Saw it on his face.

So if were not going
to Navan, where are we going?

Let's find out, shall we?

I'm going to count to ten.

Uno...

Oh!

Orla.

Harry, I'm just phoning
to see how you're getting on.

Heading to Wicklow.

Where in Wicklow are you going?

I'm not sure yet.

Okay, well, erm,

keep me up to date
with your progress.

Okay.

Where is Wicklow?

Does Sheila McGill even exist?

I thought you bought it.

So, is this
Francis' girlfriend?

It was a joke he had with Maura.

Francis liked to run here.
Maura used to say,

run off to
your girlfriend then.

Mm. Well, that's
Saint Brigid of Kildare.

He was definitely
punching above his weight.

So what's your plan then?

Like I'm gonna tell you.

Run along now,

our services are
no longer required.

What, you think
we're just gonna let

you walk off
with those diamonds?

Who's going
to stop me, kid? You?

Don't move!

Orla!

Argh!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

This is not good, Harry.
He's got a crossbow.

- I know, I know. I can see that.
- He's got a crossbow!

- Stop!
- Okay!

That was a warning shot,
Señor Fennigan.

The next one
will be a kill shot.

Please hand over what you stole.

Mr. Fennigan, please come out
from behind the statue.

I have many arrows.
I will shoot your friends,

one by one,

then you, if you do
not give me what I want.

We're not his friends, actually.

That is irrelevant.

I am going to count to ten.

Uno...

- What are you doing?
- Harry!

Mr. Miralles, were trying
to find your diamonds for you.

If you'd be so kind
as to lower your weapon?

Not my diamonds, my employer's.

Yeah, I know that.
I spoke to him.

Erm... I just have a question.

What, what's his name?

Ben Fennigan.

And how would
you be spelling that?

F-E-N-N-I...

Just as I thought.
He didn't kill Francis.

- You did, Ben.
- No, I didn't.

The name stamped on
the arrow you supposedly

found in your front door
was spelled correctly.

You steal the diamonds too?

Were you and Francis
in on it together?

My guess is you did

and then you
found out that Orantes

had sent in the hunter.

Well, that's
when Francis baulked,

realised what
a mistake you'd made

and decided to give them back,

hoping Orantes
would forgive him.

Which is why he stopped
the deal with Jimmy Bread.

And why you killed
Francis with a crossbow.

I mean, what, a hitman
with a crossbow was

en route and
who would think it was you

when we'd all heard
El Cazador was here.

You thought you'd just
grab the diamonds and vanish.

Then when you
went to look for them,

you discovered that
Francis had moved them.

You knew the hunter'd be here
sooner rather than later,

so you needed to find out
what Francis had done with them,

and fast, which
is where we come in.

Oh, you don't write the name on

your arrows by
any chance, do you?

- Why would I do that?
- No, exactly.

I honestly didn't think you
had it in you, Ben.

You're worse
than I ever realised.

Enough of this!

All I want is the diamonds
and I will leave.

Uno...

Dos...

Hey! Woah, woah! Wait!
Wait! Wait! Wait! Hey, hey, hey!

Look, I think I might
have been wrong.

- I don't think they're here.
- Tres...

Harry, the drawing.

What if it's not
a star but a diamond?

Cuatro...

She's looking at the diamonds.

Cinco...

Oh, Mr hunter, sir.
Permission to move.

Seis...

siete...

ocho...

nueve...

I've found them!
I've found them!

Diez...

He found them.

Hey, hey! Put them back
in the bag, please.

Alright, alright!

Where do you think you're going?
You just killed a man!

Ugh! Ugh!

Excuse me, can
I take that please?

Oh, be my guest.

Oh, Orla!

- Thank you.
- Welcome!

God, I need to learn
how to fight!

Jesus! My arse! Argh! Aaargh!

We need to get you
some boxing lessons.

Oh, time to
call in the guards, I think.

It's all going
to come out, isn't it?

Charlie's going to find out.

This is Wicklow.
We'll call in the locals.

Ben'll tell him
just to spite me.

Leave that with me.

Ah...

how do you have free
run of the station?

Happy's calling in his favour.

I never agreed to that.

Well, he did save your life

and what he wants isn't too bad.

I've never done a favour
for a criminal before.

I know, dear, but there's
a first time for everything.

And if you help him out,

Happy'll do me a favour.

Why do you

need a favour from a loan shark?

No! I don't want to know.
Just...

Just tell me what I have to do.

Where's Orla?

Oh, Orla won't
be coming to see you.

Ah... that's a shame.

I guess my next visitor
will be your son.

I'd say he'd be very interested
to know who he's married to.

To whom he's married.

Actually, your next
visitor's already here.

Can't stay long.

I'm not actually here
to see you.

I'm here to visit
my cousin, Digby.

Digby, this is Ben.

I bet he makes
your tummy flutter.

Digby is going to be your
new best friend in here, Ben.

So, if you so much
as utter the name Orla Wild,

you'll have to let us know

because we'll need
to get new hats for the wedding.

Do we understand each other?

Good boy.

Should we invite Harry
to the restaurant?

Well, it's up to you.
It's your celebration.

She just wanted to say
a quick well-done.

Hey, hey...
why's the door open?

Stay back.

Ma?

Surprise!

- What's this?
- Is this okay?

I thought you might
like it more than a stuffy meal.

Aw.

It was Harry's idea.

Well done, Charlie!
You deserve it.

Thanks, Ma.

Hey.

Hey, I, um, didn't know
if I should be here

but Harry insisted. So...

Something weird's
happening with my mam.

Yeah. Out of the blue,
she's decided

she's changed her mind about us.

We can see each other
with her blessing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Did I miss something?

Probably.

I do all the time.

Huh.