All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

See you later, yeah?

- What?
- You know what.

- A bit of paintballing is all we'll
be at. - You must think I'm stupid.

What? We're getting married.

- Swear to me you won't go near any
prostitutes. - Are you mad?

- Swear!
- I swear.

Here, give us a smile.

See you.

- Good?
- (Laughter)

(Mobile rings)

Hello?

Yeah?

He's back.

Bang!

Back from London, is he?
Thanks for that, brother.

Jimmy Byrne's back.

Seen out last night he was,
having a few bottles. Scumbag.

Dead man walking, that's what he is.

Dead man walking.

TOMMY: What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

But I'll tell you one thing, he's
not going back to England, that's
for sure.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

You've been moping all weekend.

Dan's been giving me a pain in my
bollix.

I couldn't relax over there
with him just watching.

- What are you talking about?
- I couldn't relax over there with
him, could I?

He didn't go near the hookers.

- He didn't even get a lap dance,
did he? - Must be in love.

(Snorts)

- What the fuck?
- I wasn't gonna leave it, was I?

You want to get banged up
for being stupid, do you?

Reckon Darren's gonna clip your man?

Do I look like I give a bollix?

I don't give a rat's what he does.

DARREN: He's got some balls,
I'll give him that.

TOMMY: Man, if Jimmy has got wind
he's back, he's not gonna stick
around.

Here, what do you want to do?

I'll ring Nidge. I'll call you
later, right?

PA: Next swimming class
starts in 30 minutes.

Rosie?

Are you free?

I'll see if I can take an early
lunch.

OK, I'll wait for you.

ROSIE: Darren, I can't keep doing
this. It isn't right.

I know, I'm sorry.

Look, I just want to be straight
with you.

I had to leave, but I could have
asked you to come with me.

Thank you.

Why are you saying thank you?

Cos it's the first time you've said
it.

I didn't want you to come with me.

- And I know you think it's because
of the gun... - I don't think that.

What did you think?

I think...

..it was the first big love for both
of us and that was enough,

until you thought maybe it wasn't
enough.

And how could you know if I was the
great love of your life if you
didn't try other loves?

Was it something like that?

It's a bit late now, Darren, you
know?

- So you and...
- What do you want me to say?

You think it's easier for me?

To tell you the truth, it's not.

But I'll tell you. No, it's not the
same.

Him and me.

I like him, that's it.

Does that make you feel better?

No.

- You left me.
- I know.

And I was on my own,

he was the next guy who came along
and was nice to me and that's it.

Now I'm having a baby with him
and it's too late for anything else.

- You know that.
- It's not too late.

Yeah, it is.

I don't care whose baby it is.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't care whose baby this is?
She's mine.

And I'm gonna love her
like a mother loves her child.

And what? Are you telling me
you'll be able to love her that way?

With the same big love as me?

Knowing that it's his and not yours?

And don't lie.

Don't lie to me, Darren.

The fridge is stocked.
Big bag of weed, loads of banger.

All right, we'll have a couple
of beers and kick back.

No, I'll get home. I'm wrecked.

I always get sick after being on
planes. Dirty things they are.

What's dirty is those dirt birds in
Prague. C'mon.

- No.
- No?

- Good luck.
- (Snorts)

There's bargains if you have the
cash.

Yeah, but how does
this protect me from CAB?

I mean, any money I have in any
account, they'll just say "proceeds
of crime".

- I might as well write them out a
cheque now. - Yeah.

And what will happen?
The settlement will be ten per cent
max.

I told you this before.

And you end up effectively
with a tax clearance cert.

In the UK,
they'd take everything off you, end
of story.

- You couldn't make a settlement.
- And you think this is the way to
go?

You don't have to do anything. Keep
it in cash if you want. Bury it in
the ground.

Yeah, but I'm asking you. Is buying
a load of cut-price property a good
thing?

Look, the thing about buying
distressed assets

is that you're buying them
for as good as nothing.

But what do I know? It's an option.

- Do you think it's sexy?
- You look stunning, Trish.

I'm worried it's a bit too upmarket
for Nigel!

(Laughs)

I was showing him this website and
he says, "Are you not getting the
classy gear?"

And I says, "You mean a stripper,
Nigel?"

"No," he says, "I'm just saying."

I'm not getting up in that shit
for my wedding night.

- I'll wear the stockings. He goes
mad for them. - They all do.

- You think I look sexy enough,
then? - Yeah, for sure.

- Know what I'm going to do to make
it special? - No.

Two weeks before and he's not
getting any.

- I'll make him wait.
- (Laughs)

He'll go up the wall.

- I'll be a born again virgin.
- Yeah, right. You were never a
virgin.

- Who are you going to bring?
- I don't know. It's too much
hassle.

You could always not book a room
and share a bunk with Tommy.

- Stop!
- What? That's what weddings are
for.

I never see him anyway.

- I don't want to just jump him on
the night. - Yeah?

Well, we could always sort that one
easy enough.

(Laughs)

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- What's up with you?
- A bit wired.

- You need to get some sleep.
- I can't.

It's like the penguins of Madagascar
are in my head. Yap yap. Shut up,
will yous!

- Take a Tamazi or something.
- Elephant twanks is what I need.

- Going to Amsterdam tomorrow?
- Yeah.

- Need me to do anything?
- No, you're good.

(Classical music)

- Hi, I'm Yvonne.
- Nice to meet you.

This is Trish, my fiancée.

Would you like to follow me through?

(Opera music)

And this is the Gold Room.

It's beautiful.

So, generally,
couples have the guests arrive here

for about 2:30 or 3:00 for the
drinks reception.

And if you like, we can offer
different canapé selections.

- What sort of canapés do you do?
- Different options.

Black pudding and apple tartlet.
Thai chicken kebabs.

Tiger prawns in filo pastry are
always popular.

It's beautiful.

(Mobile rings)

- Are you gonna take that, Nigel?
- Sorry.

Yeah, Darren?

If you'd like to follow me,
we could talk about available dates.

What's the story?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, no worries, I'll sort that. I
can get a van.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK. See you later on.

This is for you.

As I said, all the different options
are in the brochure, so you can take
that with you.

- I have to go. Are we right?
- What's the panic?

I've to get going. Come on.

- So that's us booked in?
- I'll put you in the book.

All I need now is the deposit
and the date is confirmed.

- How much is the deposit?
- It's 2,000 euro.

- Two grand?
- You don't have to pay me now.

- You can drop a cheque in next
week. - No, no, I can give it to you
now.

There's one...there's two, OK?

- Thank you. Bye.
- Thanks.

Aaagh!

- Come on, ya...!
- Argh!

- Jesus, get off me!
- Darren!

Argh, get away from my eyes!
Get out of my fucking eyes!

Argh! Argh!

My eyes! Get off me!

Get the door, get the door! Get the
door!

- It wasn't me!
- Get him up!

- It wasn't me. I swear on my
child's life. - You would say that!

- He's a lying rat, Darren.
- I'm not lying, I swear to God.

You were heard mouthing off
about it, saying it was you.

Yeah, I didn't say anything.

I don't believe you.

- Why did you go to London, then?
- Cos I knew yous would all think it
was me.

I wouldn't be back if it was. I'm
not that stupid.

You were going around saying
you were going to kill Robbie.

Yeah, well, look what he did to my
face. But it doesn't mean I done it.

You know it wasn't me, Darren.
Otherwise you wouldn't be asking me.

- Don't believe him.
- I swear to God, Darren!

I swear on my child's life.
That's all I can say.

- It wasn't me killed your brother.
- Darren?

I'm suing the prison, man. I'm suing
the prison.

Darren?

Solicitor reckons I can get over 100
grand. Look.

I should be thanking your brother.

- Think Jimmy did it?
- Does it matter what I think?

- He said it wasn't him, didn't he?
- But you heard it was him.

- No, I didn't hear anything.
- Who said it to you it was him?

- Look, don't put me in the middle
of it. - In the middle of what?

"Who said what. Who said this, who
said that, blah blah bullshit."

What do I know? Nothing. That's what
I know.

We should have got it over and done
with and got on with things.

I don't have time for this.
I've a wedding, you know?

I don't know who did it, end of
story.

All right, brother?

See you later.

(Doorbell rings)

- How are you, Mrs Green?
- Howya, Nigel.

- Eric's upstairs with his father.
- Thanks.

- How are you?
- All right?

- How's it going?
- What's the story?

That's it, Da. Have this here for
you, Gerry.

Good man.

- Like a cup of tea, lads?
- No, thanks, Gerry.

- Tommy?
- Not for me, Gerry. Thanks.

- Watch the match last night?
- Recorded it for tonight.

Why, where were you?

We had Jimmy Byrne in the back of a
van.

- And Darren let him go.
- Serious? What did he do that for?

Eric, your cousin is here.
You'd better get a move on.

I'm coming now, Da.

- Darren let him go? You're joking.
- No.

He thinks it isn't him.

Who else could it be?

- Howyas.
- Ah, it's Uncle Sleepyhead.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.

We're going to the swimming pool
later. Do you want to come?

It would be good for the head.

- Trish is bringing Warren.
- I'll come then.

- Will you?
- No.

It could be a family day, you know?

You could ask Nidge to come and
whatever. Maybe Tommy.

- Tommy's not family.
- Forget about it. It doesn't
matter.

Would it not just be easier
to meet him in the pub?

Will you bring him?

- Yeah.
- But will you make sure Nidge
comes?

- I don't want it to be like...a
set-up. - No, no.

I'll tell him the truth. It's a
family day out.

JOHN BOY: Is it bagged?
- Of course it is.

It's in 500 euro notes like you
asked.

Have you told him
where to meet me in Amsterdam?

Yeah, he knows.

This should be watertight, but if
Pottsie gets stopped, his money is
all he has.

He can say it's not his bag. He's
clean.

- Whatever he says, he'll get off.
- I know.

- I know you know.
I want you to make sure he knows.

I said it to him. He gets his kip
and goes to the hotel and meets you
there.

If his plane gets delayed,
I don't want him coming up to me in
the airport.

- I don't want him anywhere near me.
- I told him that.

- Did you hear about last night?
- Aw, don't talk to me.

- Go on, get out of here.
- Yeah.

I was thinking we should set up
a debt collection agency.

- Make a packet.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Call it Repoman, yeah?

- What do you think?
- Nah.

- Why not?
- Small potatoes. Waste of time.

Widows and orphans.

- Are you driving me to the airport?
- Doing the big potato run?

What happened to you?

Last night.

Nothing. I can't remember.

The sock came off anyway.

Some English thick was singing.
Got the cue ball.

I'll tell you what.

I'll drive, you can drive it back.

Come on.

(Squealing and laughter)

- All right?
- Is Nigel coming?

Said he was, yeah.

Ah, great! I asked him to come and
he won't. You ask him and he's here
in a shot.

When did you get that done?

The day after.

What do you think?

I love it.

I like the Speedos, Nidge.

- What's wrong with them?
- I'm saying I like them.

- Something wrong with them?
- No, there's nothing wrong with
them.

Ah, fuck yous!

Bollix!

JOHN BOY: I can't believe they let
him go. It makes me look like a sap.

Yeah, but what if he didn't do it?

Well, he's been going around town
saying that he did do it, hasn't he?

- Mouthing off.
- Yeah.

He's going to be mouthing off again
now, isn't he?

- Yeah.
- What's wrong with him?

If you want, I could sort it out.

He won't talk his way out of it with
me, so he won't. It'll be done.

I could do it on my own.

It's the last thing
Jimmy Byrne would be expecting now.

- Nah, you'd go mouthing off to one
of them. - I won't, I swear.

- You can do it on your own?
- Piece of piss.

Whack, whack, whack, yeah?

And you'd be out of the country.

- You can't beat it.
- Yeah.

- Great view.
- Yeah.

That's Trish.

- Is that Trish?
- You know it is.

No, I don't.

- Where am I supposed to look?
- Somewhere else.

OK, look over there then.

Now you're looking at Darren's Mary.
Darren, he's looking at your sister.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be back in a minute.

I've been thinking.

If we can start again...would you?

- Darren, it's too late.
- But I'm saying if.

- If we could start again, do you
feel that... - Big love?

Yeah.

Is that still there?

I don't know.

Just don't stay with someone you
don't love.

- I didn't say what I meant to say
before. - What do you mean?

I mean, when you asked me
could I love your child as if it was
my own,

and I had to think about that.

And what I should have said
is what I'm going to say now.

I don't care who the father is.

If it's your child,
I will love her like it's my own
blood

and love her and fight for her
and do everything that you're
supposed to do,

cos it's not too late.

That's what I wanted to say.

Will you think about it?

(Message alert)

(Phone rings)

- Hello?
- Martin, it's Hugh-bo.

- How much do you owe me?
- I don't know, but...

I'm not looking for it.
I'm asking how much you still owe
me.

I'll have to add it up now.

I'll tell you what. I'll knock a few
quid off if you can help me out with
something.

- Right, so, what is it?
- Ah, you know. Same as before.

I'll call you back later, Martin.

- I'm gonna go for a sauna.
- Yeah, sounds like a plan.

Go on. Go on!

I'll look after the kids.

Go on!

- (Girl squealing nearby)
WOMAN: This way.

- C'mon, girls, let's get changed.
- No.

I have to get out.

(Baby crying)

Good boy. Aw, poor little thing.

- Have a little mouthful. Aw!
- (Doorbell rings)

- Who's that?
- I'll get it.

- No!
- (Three gunshots)

(Gunshot)

Ugh!

Aw, Jesus!

(Gunshot)

(Baby crying)

(Boom of explosion)

Slow down, Martin! You'll get us
arrested.

- I can't, I'm pumping.
- (Laughs)

Looks cool, man.

Wouldn't like to live here but it's
all right.

It's like going on holiday.

This used to be my grandfather's.
You know, the travellers,

when they died,
they often got burned in the
caravan.

Jesus, no way!

They'd be laid out in the caravan
and the caravan and everything would
be burnt.

So they'd have a caravan in the next
life.

Jesus, that's mad.

- How come you didn't burn this one,
then? - Waste of money.

- Howya.
- All right?

- Where did you run off to?
- I was seeing Rosie.

- And?
- It's all good, I think.

Good.

Did you get me something in the
chemist?

Aw, I completely forgot. I'm sorry.

- Forget it.
- No, I'll go.

I asked you already.
You didn't get it. Forget about it.

Would you not leave
your dirty tissues lying around?

Missed.

What did you do that for?

- It's unhygienic.
- Is it, yeah?

(Sighs)

(Music in background)

There.

Jaysus, would you look at this.

He wants to go to the toilet.

- Can you not bring him?
- He wants you to bring him.

Sake! (Mutters)

- Howya, Warren.
- Howya, Siobhan.

- What are you doing here?
- Same as yous.

Does your da know you're out looking
like that?

Nigel, will you bring him to the
toilet, please?

- Hi, Siobhan.
- Hiya.

- How are you?
- Yeah, grand.

- So are yous going out later on?
- I don't know. Maybe.

See you.

You should check your messages.

(Low chatter)

(Message alert)

- (Chuckles)
- What?

I can't believe that right hook
you gave your man.

It's the boxing.

It was funny. Martin has a gun.

What does Martin need a gun for,
he'll knock the bollix off instead.

Let's get wasted.

STUMPY: It's my house.

Yeah, well done, it's your house.

Well, it is my house.
I can do whatever I want in it.

- Yeah, it's your house. So what?
- Yeah, it is.

I went to the auctioneers. I bought
it.

Where the fuck were you
when I was doing all that?

- What's wrong with you?
- There's nothing wrong with me.

I pay the mortgage. It's my house.

Will you stop saying that like some
psycho! "It's my house."

But it is my house. It's not yours.

Do you know what? It doesn't matter.

You're right, it isn't my house.
I was thinking that myself anyway.

- Get out of my way.
- Where are you going?

- I want to get out of your house.
- Don't push me!

- Agh!
- Don't push me, you little bitch!

Agh!

Come here to me!

No!

(Rosie moans softly)

(Tannoy announcement)

(Whistles)

How are you doing?

(Knocking)

- What is it?
- It's nothing.

- What?
- I'll be out before teatime.

(Urgent knocking)

See you later, babe.

(Mouths)

(Door buzzer)

- Listen. You have to leave.
- Are you kicking me out?

I'm getting raided.
Do you understand? Get your clothes
on.

And don't say this to anyone, yeah?
Especially not to Nidge.

- He wouldn't mind.
- Yes, he would.

(Snoring)

(Doorbell rings)

You should take a look at this.

(Ringing tone)

- Yeah?
- John Boy? I need you to help me
out.

Do you have anything for a sick
stomach?

You're a fool, Stumpy, you know
that?

- What did you go and do that for?
- It was an accident.

Huh.

It's Apartment 6, second floor.

One week.

Do you think she'll be all right?

How would I know? I wasn't there,
was I?

Go on.

I said go on.

(Mobile rings)

Hughie man, where are you?
Call me back, will you? All right?

Just give me a call, bro. I need to
talk to you.

I said I'd be out. Waste of time,
all this.

TRISH: He's an animal.
NIDGE: Yeah.

- Does Darren know yet?
- I don't know.

- You should ring him.
- Darren?

Ring him and tell him.

- Are you not gonna ring him?
- He's probably still in the cop
shop.

She could be dead by tomorrow.

I don't want to get involved.

My phone is dead anyway.

I'll ring Mary, then.

DARREN: Where is she now? OK.

- Did you not read that yet?
- No.

It says John Boy had Jimmy Byrne
shot and that Hughie did it.

Hello. I'm looking for information
on a patient there, please.

No, I'm not a relative, I'm a close
friend.

- It's me.
- Where are you?

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Hughie, don't talk to me
about anything on the phone,

- but it's all good, yeah?
- Yeah?

Yeah, it is.

They questioned me for a bit but
they had to let me go because I did
nothing wrong.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Hughie?

- Did you see the paper?
- Don't mind that bullshit.

That's just coppers stirring it up,
spreading shit to their shithead
mates in the press.

Are you listening?

"Gardai believe that the gang leader
may now also kill the man he hired
to shoot Byrne."

It's nothing but lies, do you hear
me, Hughie?

- You're my brother.
- Yeah, half-brother.

You're my brother, Hughie.

"The gunman,
who is a close relative of the gang
leader,

is a volatile drug user,
who will now be regarded by him as a
liability."

Lies, all lies.
They want to make you all paranoid.

That's what they want. Don't let
them win.

Do you want to let them win?

I'll keep my mouth shut, you know
that. I'm not a liability.

Hughie, don't be talking to me on
the phone. You're my brother. You're
my blood.

You let them win if you believe that
crap.

- You're my brother.
- How come it's in the paper, then?

Don't be talking to me
about this on the phone, yeah?

It's got nothing to do with us
unless somebody was talking to
somebody, you know?

- I'll call you back.
- Hughie...?

Hughie?

(Groans)

Drink up.

Martin, I thought you said you could
drink.

Drink up.

Wakey-wakey, Martin!

(Martin cries out)

DARREN: Five minutes is all I need.

Can I not get her a message?
I only want to find out if she's OK.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Who were you talking to,
you ratting knacker!

You've been nattering to the cops.
Natter, natter.

No. I didn't talk to anyone.

Want some of this, huh?
Come on, Martin, let's go party.

You want us all to go back in?

This is your last chance, Martin.
Who did you have your natter with?

Nobody, I swear.

(Thudding)

Did you tell anybody
about the last time, Martin,

when you got the car for me, did
you?

Martin?

What are you smiling at?

Martin, did you tell someone, did
you? Martin?

(Mobile rings)

- Hughie?
- Hey, bro.

Listen, I kind of...fucked up.

MARY: Is she gonna be OK?

- They won't let him in.
- Why not?

They said only family are allowed.

- Would they not even tell him how
she is? - No.

So what's he doing?

He's going to wait until he sees her
sister or her mother or someone from
the family -

go in with them.

Poor Rosie.

(Vehicle approaching)

What did you go and do this for?

Sorry.

Sorry?

- Yeah? Were you seen?
- No.

Are you sure?

Yeah? No-one else knows you were
here?

Come here.

Will I throw some on Martin?

Take your clothes off.

- Put these on.
- Thanks, bro.

- I kind of fucked up before as
well. - Yeah?

I sort of shot Robbie.

What?

What did you fucking say?

Fucking asshole!

OK.

OK.

OK.

- Did you say that to anyone?
- No.

- Anyone?
- No.

I might have said Robbie was a prick
to different people...sort of.

- Why?
- I don't know, I have a big mouth.

No!

Why did you kill him?

- He made a cock of me.
- Yeah?

Yeah, he tried to. But I wasn't
going to let him. So I didn't.

He owed me money from before he was
inside

and I kept asking for it from him,
and he wasn't giving it back to me.

- Sent a text and all. Ignoring me,
he was. - How much?

- How much did he owe you?
- 300.

300? 300 what?

Euros.

What are you looking at now?

American soldiers
getting their heads cut off in Iraq.
It's mad.

That's sick!

Well, it's not me doing it.

- Did you call Darren yet?
- I can't find my charger, can I?

It's beside the bed.

- I was going to order in. Are you
hungry? - Yeah.

- What would you like, Indian or
Thai? - Thai.

Newspapers! Look at this! Trying to
start a gang war, is that what
they're at?

Hughie, shut up, will you?

You should take a shower,
get rid of all them clothes.

(Ringing tone)

(Phone rings)

I have another number
I want you to call me back on.

- No.
- (Sighs)

- What do you want to say, Darren?
- Jimmy Byrne, yeah?

Nothing to do with me, if anyone is
listening in, but he had it coming
to him, didn't he?

You live by the sword, you die by
the sword.

- He had nothing to do with Robbie.
- Well, you can believe what you
want,

but you know yourself
he was mouthing off around town
about it.

I remember you said that before.
Hughie heard that, didn't he?