All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I feel very...

..fragile.

I don't know.

I can't even say his name.

I always thought that by the time
I was this age, I'd be...

I never thought I'd be here.

With no place to just...be.

I don't even want to go to London.

Do you know what I want to do?

I want to live in an empty house
somewhere,

just go asleep.

It's stupid.

If you want, I'll go to London with
you.

If you want.

Two bottles of wine
and I'm not even drunk.

What time is it?

It's half four.

- I have to be at the airport in
three hours. - I'll take you.

- Can I tell you something?
- Yeah.

I know you lost Robbie.

But people think that just cos the
baby wasn't born yet, it's like...

it doesn't matter.

And I know they don't mean to,
but they say the most horrible
things.

My sister... I know she means well,
but I'm in the hospital

and she's telling me about her
miscarriage at two months

and she's like..."I know how it
feels," and all,

and it would be worse if the baby...
was born and then she died.

At least I didn't get to know her.

But I did know her.

I knew her and I didn't get to see
her.

I knew who she was.

She had her own little soul, you
know?

And I'm...

I'd be brushing her hair
and I'd say...

100 brush strokes for a little
princess.

And I'd have my hand on her head
and I'd be brushing her hair...

..and she'd just be staring straight
ahead in her own little world.

And I'd take her shopping to buy
little dresses.

She wasn't even allowed to breathe.

And I know she could feel it.

She was terrified, the poor little
thing.

And when I woke up...

..I knew she was gone.

I don't want you to kill him.

Because then I'd be tied to him
forever.

But I've been thinking about it

and I know what I want.

I want him...

..to feel pain.

(Church bell ringing)

Stumpy?

Girls, could you go in
and watch TV, please?

What happened to your hands?

- Stumpy's head.
- Aw, Darren!

You asked, I'm telling you.

He got off lucky.
If it was up to me, it would have
been worse.

I found this upstairs.

Shit! Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- That's not good enough.

How could you do this?

Keep something like this in the
house after the last time?

I can't even begin to tell you
how pissed off I am, Darren.

- I am sorry, Mary.
- You're sorry? That's no use to me.

One of the girls could have found
it. Did you think about that?

The house could have been raided. I
could go to prison and have my kids
taken off me.

I swear, I meant to find a place for
it.

I want you to be safe.

But you can't.

I need you to move out,
for a while, anyway.

This is a nightmare.
What am I supposed to do?

Are they coming?
Are they not coming?

- Are you gonna answer me?
- What can I do?

- Tell me, are they coming?
- They didn't say they weren't.

What's wrong with being a decent
human being and having the common
courtesy to RSVP?

Do you know which one of them is
coming?

- Well, Mary is one of your...
- Bridesmaids.

So I'd say Darren is coming.

And John Boy and Hughie, well,
they'd all just go on different
sides of the room.

- You could always ask them not to
come. - I couldn't do that, could I?

What are you looking at me like that
for?

Hoo-hah!

- See you later.
- See you later.

Here, Nidge, before you go.
What do you think of my wedding
suit?

Why would you need that?
Darren's not coming, is he?

Is he?

Um...Mary is bridesmaid so...

Look, I'll put yous on other sides
of the room.

You're not putting me at the back of
the room,

with the aunties, uncles and cousins
that you don't know.

No, man, I'll put you at the top
table, if you want.

- I don't think so, Nidge.
- What do you mean?

- I'm not coming.
- John Boy!

- No, it's OK. Don't worry about it.
- No, no.

Mary is Trish's bridesmaid
so I can't tell her she can't have
her.

- I know. I said don't worry about
it. - But I want you to come.

But I'm not coming, am I?

Whatever you think, man,

but if you could make it,
that would be...you know.

- Yeah.
- That would be great.

Right, see you later.

TOMMY: Do you not think it's a bad
idea going to the wedding?

Mary's going
so I'm not letting her go on her
own.

- Don't go if you don't want to.
- No, I'm coming.

There you go, brother.

Do you think he can hear you?

What do you think?

Who do you reckon smokes them, then?

Winos.

- All right?
- Ah, there you are.

Danielle, this is Nigel.

- He's here for the back, sac and
crack. - What?

How many Brazilians have I had for
you?

It's the least you can do.

- I'm only joking.
- Yeah.

I've a bit of good news.

- The others aren't coming.
- Really?

Yeah, so there'll be no hassle.

- What did you say?
- I said...you know.

Aw, baby!

There, you're all done.

- Want to come through to the
tanning room? - Do I have to?

That's out of order.
I don't see why he goes and we don't
get to go.

If you want to go, go.
I didn't want to go, anyway.

Yeah, but Nidge should have barred
Darren.

- What's wrong with you? Headache?
- Yeah.

What you need is a good massage.

There's this one I went to last
week, lovely Chinese bird up the
road.

Gives you a rub and tug.
Unbelievable!

She's about 60 but the heat from her
hands, it's from doing that Tai Chi.

She lets you have a kip there
afterwards as well.

Elmo, man, you're hilarious.

Seriously, man, you should go.

- Elmo, would you like to make some
money? - Yeah, sure.

Get your teeth fixed up for you as
well, get them capped and whitened.
How's that?

What do I have to do?

- You're so right, Nidge, you've no
idea. - I do.

All them in one room together?
It would have been ruined.

I told you, I sorted it.

- You look hot.
- (She chuckles)

- What do you reckon?
- No.

- Ah, go on.
- No.

- Not with Danielle out there.
- We can lock the door.

- No, the wedding's tomorrow.
- Please!

No, I told you, I'm a born again
virgin.

- I want the wedding night to be
special. - I'll be quick.

- No! That's really romantic!
- I'm begging you.

You're being pathetic now.

TOMMY: You can stay as long as you
like.

- Here.
- Cheers, man. I'll get one cut.

I have to get my bag out of the
boot.

(Phone rings)

- Hiya.
- Alright?

Listen, I'm sorry.

No, you've nothing to be sorry
about, Mary. I wasn't thinking. I
was being stupid.

(Taps on boot)

- I'm gonna kip at Tommy's... Fuck!
- (Gunshots)

- Darren?
- (Gunshot)

Darren! Darren, answer me.
Darren, hello?

(Three more gunshots)

HUGHIE: Jaysus!

Get rid of that, will you? Go on!

- Will you be all right?
- Yeah. Only ring Mary and make sure
she's OK.

Go on, Tommy, move!

- Ah, Elmo!
- I'm sorry, Darren.

Hello, can I have an ambulance,
please?

Just off Harcourt Place.
Hurry, please. Thank you.

- I'm going to be all right, aren't
I? - Yeah.

There's an ambulance on the way.
They'll look after you.

- I won't say anything.
- I know you won't. Here.

Put this on there.
It'll stop the bleeding.

- Hold it. Hold it there. It'll stop
the bleeding. - (Elmo sobbing)

It's gonna be OK, Elmo. I have to
go.

That little ratbag. The dirty
poxy...!

I swear I'll rip him apart.

I wasn't expecting it at all.
Do you know what this means?

- He's going around geared up!
- Hughie.

- We need to be on our feet.
- Don't worry about it.

- He wasn't trying to clip you, was
he? - We're going to get him.

We should take a crack at him at the
wedding. He won't expect that.

I mean, it'll be pissing on Nidge's
day and all, but...he'll get over
it.

If she wants separate rooms, I can't
see why I don't get the big one
instead of this.

Not until my wedding night.
Bullshit!

All right?

See? That's what I should be
wearing.

Instead of getting dressed up
like the Queen's butler.

Look, don't be cutting yourself up
about this. It's not your fault.

- Elmo knows he should have stayed
out of it. - Yeah.

- Here.
- I'm not finished yet.

I'm not in the Army, am I?

- Look, he's gonna be OK, isn't he?
- Yeah.

Then what are you worried about?

(Phone rings)

Oh, man, I don't need this.

Still no answer?

What do you think?
Will we go get this bastard?

Are you mad?
The place will be crawling with
coppers.

Doesn't mean we don't just
go to the wedding anyway.

- Serious?
- Are you down for that?

- I'm down for whatever, brother.
- All right.

- Ah, ignore them, will you?
- Lazy bastards!

Should be out arresting those
wankers in the bank instead of
harassing ordinary people.

- Got your buttonholes?
- Yeah, Ma. See you later.

- Good luck.
- Come on, ring boy!

- Right, Nidge, are you ready?
- Yeah, c'mon, let's go.

What do they think is gonna happen,
anyway?

- Will we get dressed up, then?
- We will in our brown. We'll go as
we are.

If not for me, Nidge would be
getting married near the Red Cow
roundabout.

- They'd have chips for their tea.
- (Laughs)

- What?
- Red Cow roundabout.

He would! Red Cow roundabout for
Nidge

and then a caravan in Courtown for
to do the dirty business with his
dirtbird missus.

Think Nidge would've got Trish with
no money?

No money? No, he wouldn't.
And I gave him the money.

- No money, no honey for the Nidge
man. - In the Red Cow roundabout.

Yeah, he really takes
the shit out of me sometimes.

- Nidge man?
- The Nidge weasel.

He thinks I can't see how he is but
I can. I see the Nidge weasel.

Right, will we go to this wedding or
what?

- You'd love to hop his missus all
the same. - Nidge's weasel hole.

Maybe tonight is the night
to send a rat down that weasel hole.

(Upbeat music)

One, two, three, four!

Let's take a piss.

John Boy, stop the car, will you?
Pull over there. I'm fucking dying.

(Upbeat music continues)

Don't piss on my alloys!

Yeah!

(Cheering and applause)

Here, you, get that into you, OK?

Come here.

Are you OK?

- Are you happy?
- I'm happy.

(Car horn toots)

Oh, man!

- I'm going inside, OK?
- Yeah, OK. Here, in you go.

- Here, Ma, will you look after
Warren for a sec? - Yes, of course I
will.

Jesus, we should have gone to Vegas.
I want to die.

Trish, calm down, it'll be fine.

Yeah, but what about you?
Did you see Hughie out there?

I'm not going to do anything, am I?
Pretend he doesn't exist, OK?

All right, Nidge man?

Ha-ha!

- I have to take a piss. Where's the
jacks? - It's in there somewhere.

He had a few cans on the way.

- It's great you came. Changed your
mind? - No.

- I wasn't invited.
- What?

What do you mean?
Of course you were invited.

- Ah, I wasn't invited.
- You were.

No, I wasn't.

But...what are you talking about?
You know you were.

You said you weren't going to come.

You know that prick put Elmo
in the hospital, yeah?

- Give us a break, will you?
- Give you a break?

He shot Elmo, he wants Hughie dead
and he's invited to your wedding.

Look, I'm not justifying what he
done, OK?

But if someone opened up on you,
you're gonna hit back.

What's that got to do with anything?

- Are you going to do something now?
- What do you mean?

I mean here.

What do you think,
I'm here to wreck your wedding,
Nidge?

- Would Trish cut your balls off if
I did, yeah? - Yeah.

I'm here for you, man.

Thanks, John Boy. Thanks.

- You want to get off the fence, you
know? - I know.

Do you?

Yeah.

(Classical music and chatter)

Let's go over and say something.

Come on, let's go.

I see you're all enjoying
yourselves.

- Did you all get enough to eat and
drink? - I could eat you, Trish.

You look beautiful.

She looks beautiful, Nidge.
You hit the jackpot there.

You weasel!

It's a great spread you have on,
Trish. It must have cost you a fair
whack.

Here, you don't have anything
to worry about, Trish, yeah?

Nothing's going to happen.
It's all cool, yeah?

Thanks, John Boy.

- Sure it's your big day, isn't it?
- Thanks.

We'll see yous later.

All right, lads?

Are you enjoying that?

Ignore 'em.

- Any shit and you're on your own
tonight. - OK.

Are you having a good time? Yeah?

(Chatter)

(Waltz music)

(Lively music)

- Are you OK?
- I have to get out of here.

I can't take it in there any more.
The tension.

I can't stand looking at them.

Especially that...

He makes my skin crawl.

- Don't stay with me if you don't
want to. - You're grand.

I just didn't want to be in there
with them... looking at me.

- You know what the best cure for
stress is. - Tommy!

- You are such a dirtbird. I can't
believe you. - What?

You know what.

The innocent face on you and the
cheek.

Trying it on when all this shit is
going on.

You said you were stressed.
I was just trying to offer a
solution is all.

We'll see.

- Know what the other good thing for
stress is? - What?

- Smokes. Have you got any?
- No.

I'll get you some.
I'll be back in a minute.

- I was looking for you.
- How's it going?

- I was gonna smoke a joint if you
want to come. - Yeah, cool.

I'll have to make it quick, though.

- Where are we going?
- Come on, I'll show you.

I don't know. I've got to get
cigarettes and go back in.

I've loads. I can give you some.

HUGHIE: Tommy, you dirtbird!

- Are you sharing this room?
- With my sister.

Don't worry, last time I saw her,
she was dancing with my da.

I'm smoking this, then I'm gone.

Aw, man, this is a bad idea.

Leave if you want.

- All right?
- Did you see Tommy?

He went to get smokes for me.

- Do you want me to look for him?
- No.

I'll get them myself. See you.

(Dance music)

Shit!

Don't worry, they won't come over to
us.

Come on, we'll head.

Here's the rat.
Two in one night, you dirtbird.

The skinny one not enough for you?
Fair play.

The honeys love their money,
don't they, Nidge man?

How does your new bride
compare with the prossies of Prague?

Beautiful.

Good night now. Safe home all.

Except for you.

Whacko!

Come on.

JOHN BOY: Darren, I want to talk
to you.

Hughie, go and get the car,
will you?

- Trish!
- It's ruined!

- It's not!
- Prostitutes in Prague, yeah? You
promised!

- It's our wedding night.
- Don't come near me. I'm locking
the door.

- So what do you want?
- What do I want? Huh.

You cheeky bastard.

Do you seriously think you can just
go on mooching around town after
what you've done?

Well, next time I'll stand there
like a spare tool for your brother.

Maybe put a big fat sign on my head
so he can't miss.

You can do what you want but my
advice to you would be to forget
about Hughie.

- He killed Robbie.
- You don't know that.

What do I need? Proof?

Well, he's my brother
so you can say whatever you want.

But I'll tell you this.

I could pay 100 17-year-old
crackerjacks to come and hunt you
day and night.

Ten grand each, 100 grand for the
winner.

You wouldn't last 24 hours.

See, that's the kind of money I
have.

Now, you need to get out. You need
to go back to Spain, London,
wherever.

I know Stumpy's missus is over there
so if that's your thing...

I'm not going anywhere.

Sure we all die in the end, anyway.
What does it matter?

It's up to you.

(Sobs)

They're creeps.
I don't know what you're doing with
them.

You know what I'm doing.
I'm making money, aren't I?

It pays for the house, for this, for
everything.

We wouldn't be going on
this fancy honeymoon.

I don't even know if I want to go
on a honeymoon any more.

- You don't want to go?
- No.

Want me to ring my ma
and tell her we're not dropping
Warren off?

Just drive the car, will you?

(Phone rings)

Where did you go?

I went to see Elmo's Chinese massage
place.

I had to see what all the fuss was
about.

- You're feeling better then, are
you? - I'm the million dollar baby.

I was thinking.
We should petrol bomb his sister's.

- What do you think?
- No.

- No?
- No, here's what we're going to do.

We're going to go to Amsterdam.

Then we're gonna go to Thailand,
Koh Samui.

- We're gonna do nothing.
- And that's it?

Well, no. We'll swim,
have a few beers, I'll get a tan.

You'll go redder than you
already are.

And when we come back,
someone else will have sorted it
all.

I might even get you fixed up
with a couple of them massages on
the beach.

Cool, man. OK.

- But I still think...
- (Tyres screech)

Bollix!

Hughie?

JOHN BOY: Hear about headerball?

- No, what?
- Shut up!

Coming out of this place,
after getting his hole.

- What place?
- The place you said.

- Is she good or what?
- She was almost as good as your ma.

- What did she do?
- No, after he come out,

this 12-year-old
comes flying around the corner in a
car.

- Bollixy here thinks it's Darren.
- Who was it?

Some little Lewis Hamilton
sitting on a couple of cushions.

Skidded the car off the road.

You should have seen me, Elmo.
I was gone.

If you had put a saddle on me,
I would have won the Grand National.

Ow!

Don't make me laugh, man.

Show us. Go on, show us.

- What are you doing out?
- Ah, it's nothing. It only went
through my side.

- And they let you out?
- I just have to look after it is
all.

- I have my own personal driver.
- Good man, Pottsie.

- So you're in the clear?
- Yeah, I think so.

It went through the top of my bowel.

The consultant said to go back in a
week to see if everything is OK.

Yeah? That's good.

The only thing is I might have to
wear a colostomy bag for a few
weeks.

- Serious? That's heavy, man.
- Yeah.

- It's only a possibility, but...
- Hey, what's that?

Is that for your shit and all?
(He laughs)

Hey, Hughie!

Oh, man, it's too much.
Oh, I can't handle this at all.

Shut up, Hughie, will you?

Hughie, it's not funny.

This is for you, Elmo.

- Go on.
- Thanks.

- Is this fella looking after you,
yeah? - Yeah.

Listen, I'd better go.

- Where?
- Nowhere. I've a couple of things
to do.

I'm getting the wound cleaned later
if you want to come.

- Disgusting!
- Why? What?

- Fancy giving us a lift?
- Yeah, sure. Where?

- Why? Where are you going?
- Nowhere.

Stay where you are.
Don't look for trouble.

- I'm not going near anyone. I'm
just bored. - Yeah.

Listen, I'm going back to bed.

- You sit in the front.
- Yeah?

It's sore when I turn around.

- Are you in a mad rush?
- What are you up to?

I think we might have a gander over,
see where Tommy might be, yeah?

Yeah.

- Elmo.
- No, I can't.

Go on, will you?

- How are you doing, me auld pal.
- How are you, Hughie?

Look...I said to Tommy before,
that was just a once-off.

- What was a once-off?
- When you hired out the garage.

I didn't rent anything off you.

- Because I said to Tommy...
- What did you say to him?

- I said it was a once-off.
- You keep saying.

Did you see Tommy?

- What?
- Did you see Tommy around?

- What do you mean?
- You thick? Have you seen
Tommy around?

- He's not in his apartment and
we're worried. - I haven't seen him.

Ring him there.

Ring him.

- It's gone to message.
- Leave a message.

Hey, Tommy. It's JP.
How are things?

- Listen, Hughie is here and he
wanted... - Here.

- What do you want me to say?
- I want to say something.

What? Leave me alone, will you?

Here, that's not funny.

What did you say?

Go home to your mammy.

What are you crying for?

- Are you not over-reacting?
- I want to be sure, you know?

Whatever you think. But why would
they come here if you're not here?

- They won't.
- You don't know that.

Look, this will all be over soon,
OK?

(Rap on car stereo)

I've a pain in my hole.

I get the cage rage, you know?
With them little rich kids.

Strutting around like he owns the
place.

- He does own the place.
- He does in his bollix.

See him playing the boss man
with his old man's money?

Where to now?

- Where do you think, Elmo?
- I don't know.

- I know where we'll go.
- Where?

- Over to see Darren's sister.
- He won't be there.

Petrol bomb the place and he'll be
there. He'll come running then.

- I have to get the wound cleaned
some time. - Your wound? Shut up
about your wound.

Think you were Billy the Kid the way
you talk.

If I don't get it cleaned, it gets
infected.

- Where are we going so?
- Where are we going so! Who asked
you?

- How much did the brother give you
there? - I don't know.

- Are you going to count it?
- I don't know.

You don't know much, do you, Elmo?

I'm only slagging you.

We'll take one scoop past the
sister's place, then you can go and
get your wound cleaned.

- Stop the car, Pottsie.
- Here?

I have to take a piss.

Aw, thanks be to jaysus.

- Ever take ketamine, Pottsie?
- No.

- Don't. It turns your piss to
jelly. - (Pottsie laughs)

What are you laughing at? It does.

I'm telling you, there's something
wrong with me. I'm pissing 100 times
a day.

Hello, can you put me through
to Dr Collins's office, please?

Here.

Take the magazine out first.

I don't want you shooting
anybody...yet.

Is that giving you wood, Pottsie?

Here, give it to me.

Elmo, hurry up.

Don't point it at me, Hughie.
Don't point it at me, Hughie!

"Don't point it at me!"
I took the magazine out, you pussy.

Your cousin's a pussy.
There's no bullets in...

(Gunshot)

POTTSIE: What will we do?

Elmo, we'll call an ambulance, yeah?

- No.
- No?

No.

Fuck him.

(Blood gurgling)

NIDGE: He had the magazine out
but there was a bullet in the
chamber.

Elmo says he was alive
for about five minutes,

even with half the back
of his head missing.

- Jesus!
- Yeah.

Trish is going nuts.

We were supposed to go to the
Seychelles this morning for the two
weeks, but...

- Could you not get them to change
the dates? - No.

Seven grand, non-refundable,
honeymoon suite, all gone.

She's not even talking to me.
I mean, I have to go to the funeral,
don't I?

- Can she not go and you follow her?
- No.

I'm telling you, man,
I'm not getting laid for a year
after this.

- Are you not going to the funeral,
no? - What do you think?

Would you not go, no?

- And why would I do that?
- Because it's over, that's why.

Hughie is gone, isn't he? It's over.

Otherwise, we're all going
down the helter-skelter, aren't we?

Would you not talk to John Boy,
anyway?

Cos it's all over as far as he's
concerned.

Now that the cue ball has been
pocketed.

I'm going to London.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. To see Rosie.

Are you coming back?

I don't know.

Mary, come here to me.

Listen, I have to go and sort it
with John Boy.

- You have nothing to be worried
about, OK? - What do you mean?

No, I just mean I want you and the
kids to be safe, that's all.

Why? Are we not?

- Darren, are we not safe?
- No, yous are.

I just want to make sure.

Shake his hand and it's all over
with and let that be the end of it.

I'll see you later.

I'm sorry for your trouble.

Do you want to come in?

No.

Thanks.

You didn't have to come.

We're in the same boat now.

- It's a real Irish thing, isn't it?
- What is?

Funerals, paying your respects.

Respect.

- Respect for the dead.
- Yeah.

It's good, though, you know?

Over in England, they put you in a
fridge for two weeks and then nobody
comes.

- Not even your neighbours.
- Yeah.

They all get cremated over there.

Do you know there's this place over
in India,

in the mountains, where uh...

..they leave the bodies out
to be picked apart by vultures.

There's this priest

and he hacks up the body to make it
easier for the vultures to rip you
up.

Just gone in 60 seconds.

But all these vultures,
they're dying out, you know?

They're all feeding on these dead
animals - cattle, cows, yeah?

All dosed up to their tits
in pesticide and shit.

It's killing all the vultures.

Do you know anything about that?

I had nothing to do with what Hughie
done...

..but he was my brother.

So what else are you gonna do?

Listen,

we're cool, are we?

Do you think I'm gonna waste my time
running around after you?

- Well, I'm going to London.
- Good for you.

But I want to make absolutely sure
that nobody goes near Mary's house.

What am I? A fucking animal?

- Why would I want to go near your
sister? - I'm just making sure, John
Boy.

I have to go.
I am sorry for your trouble, though.

- Robbie was no angel either, you
know? - Don't...

- Don't talk about him.
- Why?

Robbie was different from Hughie,
was he? Better than Hughie?

Who are you to judge my brother,
anyway?

Only God can judge him.

I don't believe in God.

What do you know what there is?

(Two gunshots)