All language subtitles for Harry Wild 2-6

Huh?

I have to say, Malky,
when Fergus said

you were on the wagon,
I wasn't convinced.

I'm not gonna lie.

It's a rickety old wagon
with three wheels.

And the ride is bumpy.

Ah, you're doing great, da.

- I'll get the nice biscuits.
- Ooh-ooh.

You've done a great job, Malky.

Look at him.
Head down in school, earning.

And Liberty, ah, she's growing
up to be such a little lady.

- She's a good kid.
- Who's a good kid?

- Are you talking about me?
- No.

We're talking about that other
girl that lives up the road.

What's her name? Lily.

Yeah, Lizzy.

You know what we could do,
Liberty?

We could go on a shopping trip
and make it a girls' day.

But only if your dad agrees.
He's the boss.

He's not the boss of me.
I'm the boss of me.

What do you say, Malky?

Say yes, daddy. Please!

- Mm.
- Please?

Suppose there's no harm in it.

No harm in what?

Paula is gonna bring Liberty
on a shopping trip sometime.

Whoo!
Sounds good, Libs.

Oh, shit!

Sorry. It's a message from
the lads at the boxing club.

I gotta go.

The club's chat group
is going mental.

The cops are saying
it's Freddie Scatt.

And who's that?

He was the owner of

that boxing club group
that I joined.

He went missing at the weekend,

and they're saying
his body parts are scattered

all over the Dublin mountains
in those bags.

Huh, interesting bag.

I mean, it looks like
there might be a leg in there,

but you find the bag
interesting?

Yes, I do.

How well did you know him?

I knew him to see.

I mean, he seemed lovely,
funny, friendly.

- Everyone liked him.
- Oh.

Somebody most definitely
did not like him

or he would not have met
a Dionysus-end.

- A what?
- Greek god.

Torn apart by the Titans.

They ate all of him,
bar his heart,

which his mother, Semele, ate.

And that allowed her
to give birth to Dionysus again.

Anyway, Harry,
we should take the case.

Well, take it for whom? I mean,
no one's asked us to help.

Look, Harry, Freddie was a good
man by all accounts. Okay?

Couldn't we at least
ask a few questions?

Let me see that picture again.

That's Becca,
the manager of the gym.

She used to fight herself.

Uh, we're very grateful

to be joined
by Freddie's ex-wife, Jean,

who's also part owner
of the gym here.

You can just say wife.

Sorry. Uh, uh, wife.

We've got a lovely picture
of Freddie with his proteges

at a very successful
Irish Championships this year.

Oh, thank you.

And, of course,
Jean's husband, Clive,

and Freddie's fiancee, Wendy,

and, of course,
his brother, Steve,

who is about to make
his big comeback.

- Come on there, Steve, man!
- Absolutely.

Freddie wanted this fight
to happen

and we are gonna make it happen.

- Comeback fight?
- Oh. Yeah.

Steve was on course
for the Olympics.

But then he was a soldier
in Lebanon.

Now, I don't know what happened,

but the lads here say
that when he got back,

he was a bit shell-shocked.

Uh, God knows Freddie wasn't
much of a businessman.

But he was a brilliant coach,

and more importantly,
a-a kind man.

A good soul.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And we all know
his motto.

No kid left behind.

And I know
if he was here today,

he'd ask you all to pick up
those skipping ropes,

get in those rings
and remember him

by doing what we do best, box.

- Yes.
- For Freddie!

For Freddie!

Why do you think they gave
the picture to the ex,

rather than the fiancee?

Sure they all live together,
don't they?

Why give them two pictures?

What? They all live together?

How very hippy of them.

Mm, reminds me
of my misspent youth.

They didn't call them
the swinging '60s

purely for the music, you know?

Ugh! Just gave me the ick.

Um, will you be alright
for a minute

if I go and talk to me mates?

Mm. Uh, I fancy a coffee.

...if you are not listening
to me.

He didn't have a will.
The house is gonna ge--

Wait.
We might need to wait, love.

- Common decency.
- Me eye!

If we wait, we run the risk
of all his little bastards

coming out of the woodwork.

That house is mine, Clive.
I'm having it.

Oh.

Was she there the whole time?

Be careful
who you're talking around.

The pathologist says
the cause of death

was the initial blow
to the head.

He died instantly, but his body

would have bled a lot
when it was being cut up.

No sign of a crime scene
at the gym or his home?

Nothing. And the way he was
dismembered was professional.

- No surgeons in the family?
- Huh.

If only we were that lucky.

We sent out a bulletin
for anyone who would've

spotted the car
driving through the mountains.

I mean, did they really think

that we wouldn't find
the body parts?

Like, why not dig a hole?

Those bags he was
discarded in, anything on them?

Super Cost, bought over

by a leading chain
about five years ago.

Where would somebody get a hold
of a load of those bags

if the shop is out of operation?

Mm, some people collect
plastic bags.

My granny has a cupboard full.
She doesn't use any of them.

- Because she has a good bag.
- Precisely.

Is your gran our suspect, Jord?

Well, she's 80

and mouldy with gout,
so I doubt it.

Let's just focus
on who might have had a grudge

against Freddie.

Yeah.

What's this?

- On you go now. Off you go!
- Come on now!

What do you think I am?
And I'm not moving anywhere.

Me hole am I leaving!

If you don't pack your things,

then I'm gonna help you
move them out.

You're the one
who should move out!

Who the hell stays living
in their ex's house?

Do you know what I mean?
Think about that, like.

Hiya, um,
I'm sorry to disturb you,

but, um, my nephew here
wanted to pay his respects.

Oh, how kind!

People have been so kind.

- To me.
- Oh, here.

I'm so sorry,
this must be so hard for you.

- It is.
- My condolences.

Thank you.

Ugly, isn't it?

Jean's handiwork.

I was waiting
until Freddie and I got married

to redecorate it all.

Yeah, I can see you'd wanna
put your own touch on it.

It must be rough for all of you,
but I mean, at least, you know,

you, uh, have each other.

Living together, I, uh,

I mean, I imagine
it must be supportive.

Do you?

You must excuse me.

I need to fix me face.

It's exhausting,
dealing with all of this.

The official version is
we were all one big happy family

because Freddie loved family.

The unofficial version?

Freddie loved family, alright,

but he was also terrible
with money.

He was meant to buy Jean
out of this house

when they got divorced,
but he didn't.

Instead, he gave her
part of the gym.

And you had to live
with his ex-wife.

Mm-hmm. And Clive.

The most exciting man
on the planet.

Uh, my nephew will be back
in a second.

He has a very weak bladder.

No problem.

He-he was very keen to come.

Sure.

But then you must know that
more than anybody.

I mean,
most men would not consider

living with their wife's ex.

You must have got along.

Oh, we did, we did.

- Huh.
- Hello, Mr. Clive.

Freddie had asked me
to hang a bag for Steve.

Get more practice in.

Anymore jobs for me?

No. Thank you, Paddy.

Are you okay?
How are you getting on?

Ah, just keeping busy,
Mr. Clive.

Are you sure
I can't do something?

We're fine. How are you?

Are you getting on okay?
How is it going at the caravan?

Did you get that roof fixed yet?
Have you got somewhere to stay?

You miss Freddie?

Yeah. I do.

And I don't even really know
why. He was driving me nuts.

He kept promising
to straighten stuff out,

but these last few months,
I don't know,

he was keeping something
from me.

Whether it was money troubles
or another woman,

I don't know.

If he wasn't already dead, I'd

bloody kill him
for doing this to me.

So it was certainly
no fairy-tale.

Mm. Well, the cracks
are certainly starting to show.

We need to learn more
about that man.

If he wasn't here,
he was in that gym.

Yeah, where I can go, but if you
keep hanging around there,

someone's gonna fit you for a
pair of gloves and a mouthguard.

Boxing, with this face?

No. I have a much better idea.

Oh!

Footwork! Footwork!
Come on, move the feet.

You look like
you have lead in those boots.

That's it.

Jesus! Will you keep it tight?

Danny Kelly will lay you out
in round one at this rate.

I'm sorry, Steve. Sorry.

Enough. Enough.

Enough.

Ah.

He's in bits.

Thinks he should have protected
his brother.

Um, what's the infinity symbol
on his gloves all about?

Steve's mark.

Infinity,
'cause he keeps on going.

Or at least he used to, anyway.

I'm worried about this fight
now, Fergus.

He's liable to freeze
or anything.

Could you postpone it maybe?

I mean, at least
until he's coping a bit better

with Freddie's death?

See, Danny Kelly knows that

Steve's gonna be weaker
right now.

So if we delay it,
he'll just call it a forfeit.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna rely
on our new saviour.

A sports psychologist.

- Harry?
- You should have told me...

What your aunt did, Fergus.

I've been looking for someone
to come in

and gee-up the fighters.

Thanks so much for offering to
do this, Dr. Wild.

My pleasure.

What the hell are you doing?

Stroke of genius, isn't it?

I figured that this would be
the best way

to have one-on-ones with people
that knew Freddie best.

You don't know anything
about boxing.

- Or any sport, for that matter.
- Oh. Pfft.

Hemingway boxed, and Sartre.
All of the literary greats did.

And I know my literary greats.

This is nice, isn't it?

I'm sorry we couldn't go
to the playground,

but it's so cold!

It's always cold here.

Ugh. Where I live,
it's always warm.

And they even have
a playground on the beach.

- On the beach?
- Yes.

You see the kids,
they run in, they have a swim,

and then they just come back
and play.

- Sounds like magic.
- It is!

Would you like to see it
sometime?

- Can I?
- Of course, you can.

And Fergus can come as well.

- He thinks he's a detective.
- Really?

Freddie was the best.

A great man, great coach.

Freddie, he was amazing.

So supportive.

He used to say nothing else
mattered other than

getting under those ropes
and standing on the canvass.

Every fight, sixth round,
down I go.

What do you think
I should do, doc?

A man can be destroyed,
but not defeated.

Hemingway's not gonna help.

Oh. I'm impressed.

Okay. Oh, we'll try
something different.

Well, why don't you
lie down for me?

- Mm.
- Trust the process.

Courage is grace under pressure.

Hemingway.

Read him for the next fight.

Okay.

So it's, uh, six.

It's, um, something about six.

Are you one of six kids?

- Only child.
- Huh.

Uh, what about
when you were six?

Do you remember anything,

anything happening at that age?

Did you get lost
in a supermarket or something?

- No.
- Bullied at school?

Nobody picked on me.

Ah... Huh.

What is it?

I remember me birthday party.

My sixth birthday.
Nobody came.

God. Nobody came.

I used to beat up
some of the kids at school,

so I guess that's why
none of them came to me party.

What is it Sartre said?

"Hell is other people."

Are you a kind person now?

Could be kinder, I suppose.

Do that, and, uh, see how
you feel in your next round six.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

You're bloody mental.

I think the word you're looking
for is skilled psychologist.

I'm actually quite enjoying it,
but it's getting us nowhere.

And everybody likes Freddie.

I'm starting to like Freddie.

Well, I did tell you.

I think I'll take this next one
on my own.

Right, I don't need
any head-shrinking, doc.

I know what I need to do
when I get in the ring

and I'll do it, for Freddie.

For Freddie? Not you?

I never wanted to box again
after being away.

You were in the army, right?
That can be very traumatic.

There was one incident.

Lebanon.

This kid,
one of my new recruits,

stepped on a mine.

That was it.

I brought his belongings home
to his mother.

Jesus Christ. I can't imagine
what that felt like.

Can't be easy now without him.

I've been to your house.

Living with all that tension.

Oh, it-it was all fine when

Freddie was alive, you know?

He could make anywhere fun,
you know?

I guess it was the shock
of him dying, it upset things.

Mm.

Jean and Wendy,
they seem to be over it now.

Oh, I see.

I don't care
what the rumours are, Johnny.

There is nothing dodgy
in my gym.

The Scatt-Kelly fight goes ahead

or we'll call it a forfeit
and claim the win.

What the...

Here, son.
I shouldn't have left it there.

- You're grand, Paddy.
- Very sorry.

Yeah, it's okay, Paddy.
Just go get some towels.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah, all good. Here.

- No, I'll get that.
- Ah, no, you're alright.

Sound, yeah. I'm soaked, man.

Thanks, Fergus.
You don't have to.

Ah, it's no bother.
You're very good to him.

Ah, he's okay.
A bit hard to talk to sometimes.

And let's face it,
not the greatest cleaner.

Why did you keep him on?

He works practically for free.

But, mainly,
Freddie felt guilty.

See, Freddie used to box,

and he landed the blow that...

Well, I don't think
Paddy was always as slow.

Weird thing is, now he can take
any amount of blows

and he'll stay standing.

- You got what I asked for?
- Yeah.

I think I'm ready to coach
the national boxing team.

I just quoted
Joyce Carol Oates

to a chap that keeps dreaming
that he's naked in the ring.

Boxing is the celebration of
a lost religion of masculinity.

He was tickled.

Wha-what's going on?

No idea.

Oh, Jesus!

So I found out something
that might be of use.

Yeah, go on.

Fergus Reid is a member
of Freddie's gym.

You're kidding me?

I kid you not.

Jordan, how is that
of any use to us?

Oh.

All it means is that

Harry bloody Wild is

already gonna be
all over this case.

And if they solve another one
before us, I mean...

Oh. There was one other thing.

Freddie's wife and fiancee,
they've organised a meeting

with the manager
of the Credit Union

where Freddie had his account.

- What, together?
- Yup.

It feels
a bit weird seeing as, you know,

it felt like
they couldn't stand one another

when we interviewed them.

Talk about burying the lead,
Jords!

Maybe they're in it together.

The fraught living
arrangement is just an act.

They killed him,

and now
they're splitting his money.

- Ah...
- Oh.

Yes.

And then me and you
are going to Kusadasi. Ha-ha...

I must say,
the ex-wife and the fiancee

sharing
a celebratory bottle of wine.

When those two police officers
following you catch up with us,

they're gonna find this
very suspicious, I imagine.

Police? What police?

Sorry, but who actually are you?

She's the aunt of one of those
lads down at the gym, isn't she?

Mm, I'm a bit more than that.

- You're a private detective.
- Oh!

Wait. I've seen you.
You were in the papers.

- Well done.
- Who hired you?

Who hired me is irrelevant.

What matters is that having
learned a bit about Freddie,

now, I,
I want to find his killer,

his actual killer,

because those two cops,

they'll settle for
the, uh, most likely candidate.

Or candidates.

We're not your suspects.

We're just two women
coming to terms with reality.

Intriguing.

I gave Freddie
a very large loan.

He promised to repay it
from the gym's profits.

Turns out,
the gym is in massive debt.

Shit businessman
and shit fiance.

He was screwing
another woman, too.

Who?

Mm, well,
when I looked at the accounts,

I noticed that Becca now owns
a sizeable share of the gym.

Which came as a surprise to me.

And Becca won't agree
to sell the gym,

so I have to sell the house
to give Wendy what she's owed.

So the ex and the fiancee
are coming together.

- For Freddie!
- For Freddie!

Love it.

Jab. Push off that back foot.

There you go. Jab back hand.

Don't overthink it. Just do it.

That's what Freddie always said.
Let your fist do the thinking.

Thinking? These limp noodles,
they can barely do the punching.

You really miss him?

More than I thought possible.

Sorry, kid.
But we need to concentrate.

I have to concentrate. Hoo!

Ah...

Um, Becca,

I actually need to talk to you
about something.

- Yeah?
- It's kind of awkward.

But I don't have my money
for this week's training.

It's alright.
Don't worry about it.

Freddie always let lads
carry over their fees

if they didn't have it,
and I wanna keep that going.

Um, for as long as I can anyway.

Though I have a suggestion,
actually.

I was, um, I was thinking,

what if I could do
a bit of work?

You know,
Paddy could use the help and...

Why not? You can't be any worse
than Paddy.

So, I'll help you give the place
a sweep then, will I?

Spit buckets.

Clean them.

Then do the toilets.

You're the boss.

There's bleach
out the back.

Becca only lets me
clean the office.

Cool.

I will go
and get some supplies.

Bleach. Bleach.

There you are.

Ah.

That is the one.

You live here, don't you, fella?

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Where are you, Fergus?
I know you're here.

Oh, Fergus.

This came in
from a member of the public.

A reg of the car
spotted driving erratically

through the mountains when
your vic was being discarded.

Paddy Duffin.

Get him in.

You know me secret, don't you?

Come out, Fergus.

Don't be scared.

Come out, kid.

I only wanna talk to ya.

Paddy...

I-I, I need your help.

It's, it's my left hook.

I can't land anything with it.

So, what did you wanna
talk to me about?

I shouldn't have let you
get that bleach.

Nobody's supposed to know
that I'm living here.

Freddie said I wasn't allowed.

- Harry!
- Oh!

Oh, thank Christ for that.

Oh.

How long have you been
living here, Paddy?

- A, a few weeks.
- Oh.

I needed somewhere to stay
while I was fixing my place.

Mm.

Yes, um...

Well, the, the bags
that Fergus found,

why do you have
so many of them?

Oh. When I finished fighting,
I got a job at Super Cost.

Oh.

They moved me around from

section to section.

The only place I was any good

was the butcher's and bagging.

Um, I took the bags
when it was closing.

I figured they'd be good
for rubbish and stuff.

Well, the police
are going to want to know

who borrowed those bags.

You see, um, they were used

to put bits of Freddie in
after he'd been killed.

So somebody here
must have taken a few.

Ah, no.

Um, that was my idea.

What was that now, pal?

It was my idea to chop him up
and put him in the bags.

Yeah, but I didn't think
anyone would find him, you see?

No, I didn't want anyone
to get into trouble.

Well, I got rid of all of him,

but I couldn't get rid
of the weight.

Mm, it was too heavy
to throw out the window.

You know,
it would have broken the bag.

Paddy, are you telling me
you killed Freddie?

I didn't kill him.

I only helped clean up. Huh.

Oh, maybe I shouldn't say
any more.

I don't wanna get anybody
into trouble, you know?

You two alright?

Yes. Sorry.

I know I'm supposed to
call Vicky now.

But I was worried about Fergus
and I didn't think.

You can call me anytime,
mother.

And now we have our killer.

No, I don't think you do.
He said he just cleaned up.

Ah, he's just covering his arse.
We'll get the truth out of him.

How was he killed
before he was dismembered?

Blow to the head.

But it could've
been someone else.

Mother, you've done enough.
Let it go.

Dad! You will not believe
the night I've had.

Alright, ma?

What is it?

What's going on?

Are you leaving again?

Go on, tell him.

Tell me what?

I want Liberty to come
live with me in the States.

I've applied for her passport.

I'd like your permission, but...

I'll go for custody.

A girl needs her mother, Fergus.

Don't.

Don't speak to me.

We need to discuss this

like adults.

I bought Fergus the house.
You'll both be fine!

Get out.

Get out!

Oh, Fergus.

What can I do?

Don't know, Harry. Don't know
what any of us can do.

You wanna stay home
with Liberty?

Nah. She's in her friend's.

I need to keep busy, you know?

It's Malky. He's...

He's not good.

Okay. Let's go.

Look, I don't really
have time for this.

Big fight is in an hour,
and to learn what Paddy did

on top of everything, Jesus!

The thing is, Becca, Paddy said
he didn't kill Freddie,

that he just got rid
of his body.

And we think that
he would only do that

for somebody
that he wanted to protect.

He was fond of you.

- Did he want to protect you?
- What?

Look, were you having an affair
with Freddie, Becca?

Because his fiancee
certainly thinks you were.

An affair?

Affair.

I loved him,

but I wasn't his mistress.

Well, at the memorial,
Jean said something

about Freddie's bastards
coming out of the woodwork.

- You're--
- His daughter.

His secret, bastard daughter.

But he didn't want anyone
to know.

He got my mother pregnant
soon after he married Jean.

Oh, he tried to make it up,
giving me part of the gym.

A gym so deep in debt...

God, if he was here now,
I'd have a few words for him.

But, look, instead, I have to
try and get this fight staged.

And at the moment, I don't know

if Danny Kelly
is even gonna show up.

Why? What would Danny have
against this club?

His manager, Johnny, said that,

he said that
Freddie was so broke,

he organised dodgy fights.

Apparently, Johnny and Danny
heard rumour of a book that said

Steve was going down
in the fourth round.

So what, they're accusing you
of trying to fix the fight?

They're accusing Freddie.

Okay, warm up. Nice and easy.

Fergus, I have an idea.
But I need to check on it.

The police still don't know

where Freddie's body
was chopped up.

Okay. But what does that
have to do with anything?

I mean, we know
Paddy chopped him up.

But we also know he didn't get
rid of some of the evidence.

He said there was a weight,
it was too heavy.

Do you remember?

Well, what if that was used
to kill him?

Maybe the, the DNA of the killer
will be on that weight.

And where do you think it is?

Shocking news, isn't it?
About Paddy.

Unbelievable.

And he's been in our home.

We were always so kind
to him. Freddie, especially.

Hm. And your Clive.

He was talking to Paddy about
his caravan when I last saw him.

Checking up to see
if he'd got that roof fixed.

I know. Imagine living in
a caravan in this day and age.

I told Clive, "You shouldn't be
letting him stay on your land."

- His land?
- Yeah.

Clive owns the field
where Paddy lives.

Or lived.

I presume
he'll be residing in jail now.

Shall we call the police, Harry?

We don't wanna contaminate
a crime scene.

We're just taking a look.

- Ugh!
- Ugh!

Ugh! Ah...

Jesus H Christ!

Fergus, look, the weight.

- Go.
- Ugh!

- Oh.
- Oh.

Yeah!

- Come on, Steve!
- Get in! Yes!

Mr. Carroll!

Nobody throws a fight in my gym.

- Whatever.
- We won that fair and square!

- Yes!
- Whoo!

- Come on, Steve!
- Yes.

- Come on!
- Yeah!

Come on! Yeah!

That's it, Becca.

So I hope you earned
enough money.

Yeah. We did.

I won't ask you
to fight again, Steve.

Freddie shouldn't have asked you
in the first place.

No, he shouldn't have.

It was too much,
forcing you back into the ring.

But you're a good brother.

When he told you how much debt
he was in, you agreed to do it.

And then he told you he needed
more than the prize money.

He asked you to throw the fight.

No. No, no, no.

He, he-he, he did, he didn't.
He wouldn't.

He asked you to do what?

And that was the straw
that broke you, wasn't it?

Then you lashed out.
You hit him with the weight.

He was my brother.

Look, he wouldn't. I wouldn't.

Medic! I need a medic!

No!

- Whoa, whoa! No! No! Steve!
- Stop! Stop!

Drop it! No! No! No! No!

You're safe, Steve.

What Freddie did wasn't right.

I mean, he loved you, but he,

he should never have put
that stress on you.

Listen to me.
This won't help.

I didn't mean to kill him.

He'd been on my back. I just
couldn't cope with the pressure.

I just saw red,

and I-I had the weight
in my hand.

I wanted to call the police,

but, but Paddy,
Paddy had seen everything.

He, he said
he'd take care of it.

I was horrified

when I found out what he'd done.

He chopping him up.

I should have gone
to the police. I should have...

I should have...

It was an accident. It's okay.

Time to call the guards.

Lola told them.

They wanted to be here for you.

- You alright, son?
- Uh, yeah. Thanks.

Hey.

Whatever you need, okay?

Yeah.

We're all here for you, Fergus.

Thanks.

Feels like
drinks should be on the house.

You wanna put your card
behind the bar, Harry?

Glenn, that's not
what on the house means.

- Oh, isn't it?
- Don't worry. On me.

- I got 'em.
- Another round.

Same again please, Glenn.

Made up my mind, Harry.
I'm gonna fight her.

Of course you are.
And I'm gonna help you.

- You mean it?
- Mm-hmm.

The last time Paula
dropped a bomb on your life,

well, no offence to your father,
but you had to cope on your own.

You're not on your own anymore.

We're gonna win this.

- Damn right we are.
- Yeah.

Come here.

Come on.