All language subtitles for Harry.Wild.S03E01

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh-oh

[ Excited chatter ]

-Jamie always comes out
and says hi before the gig.

I mean, he used to, when I was
younger and followed the band.

-Well, no wonder
this is their last gig

if this is a big a crowd
as they get.

-It's a selective audience,
Granny.

-Mm.
-I told you, I won the tickets.

-Well, aren't we lucky that
you chose us to accompany you?

-It's always been my dream
to see Hot Boy Four perform!

-Guys, if I could just get you

to coordinate the harmonies
for the backing track?

-♪ Oh, I lose control

♪ Every time I take a hit,
I see you ♪

♪ Back and forth we go

♪ Slipping through my fingers
like you're made of smoke ♪

-Jesus, I always forget
how shit these lyrics are.

-You shut your face, Robbie.

-They are a bit shit.

-Well, the girls
don't seem to mind.

-Guys, if I could just get you
to coordinate the harmonies

for the backing track upstairs.

-"Desert Queen"
was our biggest hit.

-Yeah.

And it got you a solo deal,
lest we forget.

-You know, I'd say jealousy
doesn't suit you.

But it really does.

-Yeah, that's right.
Go and see yourfans!

-Guys, backing track?

♪♪

-What?

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Oh, my God, there he is!
There's Jamie.

[ Crowd screaming ]

-Oh, no!

-I love you!

[ Screaming continues ]

-I love you so much!

-Oh, my God!

[ Screaming continues ]

Isn't he gorgeous?
[ Chuckles ]

What?
-[ Screaming ]

[ Thud ]

[ Crowd screaming ]

-No.

-Oh, my God!

-No, no, don't.

-Jesus.

[ Theme music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

-The other band members,
the sound engineer,

the studio employees, they all
stayed downstairs in the studio,

along with the band manager,
John Dawson.

He's the, uh, deceased's father.

There's only one way
up and down from the roof,

and there's CCTV on the door.

-Was there a note?
-Uh, yeah.

"Whatever is begotten,
born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music
all neglect

Monuments
of unaging intellect."

It's a quote
by William Butler Yeats.

Jamie had it in his jacket.

-An obscure suicide note.
-Mm.

-Shit.

My mother bloody
loves this stuff.

-I am well aware.

♪♪

-Yeah.
-[ Sighs ]

I can't believe it.
I mean, what was he, 25?

-28.

-Ah, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry.

We're gonna get you
anything you need, okay?

Suicide.

-What?

No, it wasn't suicide.

-Oh, love.
-It wasn't.

-Are you sure?

-Jordan just sent this through.

-"Monuments
of unaging intellect."

-You're going to be fine, love.

-Mm.

-We'll get you through this.

-That is the second time I've
seen someone fall from a roof.

-Maybe you're
the common denominator.

[ Chuckles ]
-Where are you going?

-Oh, I'm just
taking Fergus home.

-Granny, listen to me.

Jamie just signed
a multimillion deal.

His fiancée, Cora,
she's pregnant.

They were planning
their wedding.

-Darling, people often
hide their pain.

-Harry, we could take a look.

-What if I hire you both?

-Well that would be
a 5,000-Euro retainer

for the two of us, Lola.

Look, if I knew you had that
sort of money lying around,

I'd have to revisit how much
I put in your Christmas cards.

-If I got it,
would you take the case?

-You're in shock.

-I know, but I also know
I'm right.

-Look, Harry,
I think we should help.

-I said no.

-Fine.

-We can't give her false hope.

♪♪

♪♪

-Fergus?

Fergus?

Fergus!
-I don't want to speak to you.

-This can't go on!

We have to talk.

I have a right to see Liberty.

-You lost all your rights
when you walked out on us.

We were still willing
to give you a chance,

and what did you do?

You try to take Liberty
away from us.

-It's not about hurting you.
-But it ishurting me!

I thought that
when you came back, you --

I thought --
-Fergus...

I want you to come
to the States, too.

I just know
you don't want to move.

-Stop.

Your solicitor can talk
to our solicitor.

Harry found her,
and she's brilliant.

You don't stand a chance.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door slams ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Granny, don't be angry.

-When somebody starts
a conversation like that...

-Everyone's been commenting
on CoJa's social page.

-Who?
-Cora and Jamie?

-Oh.
-CoJa?

It's a ship name.

Never mind.

Anyway, everyone's been
offering condolences.

But I DM'd her.

I might've told her
that my boyfriend and granny

are private investigators.

And the thing is, she knows
Jamie didn't kill himself,

and she wants to meet you.

Will you meet her?
Please?

It would -- It would really
mean a lot to me.

-Well, I can hardly say no

to a woman who's
just lost her fiancé.

I mean, this may not amount
to anything,

and we have to accept that.

-Yeah, I will.

I do.
I promise.

-I thought you were worried
about giving Lola false hope.

-Jamie might not be
the brightest spark,

but that note he left,

that just didn't
sit right with me.

It's a quote from
"Sailing to Byzantium."

You read it?
-I mean...

I feel like I might've
read it for my junior,

but, nope, nothing.

Can't remember a line.

-You are living proof of
in one ear and out the other.

-[ Slurps ]

-The quote seems like
an appropriate choice,

but "Sailing to Byzantium"
is not about dying.

It's about an old man
craving immortality.

"Consume my heart away;
sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what it is;
and gather me

Into the artifice of eternity."

-Right, well,
maybe Jamie thought

that dying young
would make him immortal.

-Well, wouldn't you think he'd
rather achieve his fame on earth

before being immortalized?

-[ Slurping ]

-Hadn't he just got a big break?

-Let's ask some questions.
-Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

-Jamie just signed
for $4 million to Triumph.

He was so excited
about this baby and the wedding.

I know they say suicidal
people often seem okay.

-That's true, Cora, love.

-But there's more.

-What am I looking at?

-Everyone thought
Jamie was a cliché.

The paps painted him
as this bad boy.

The fans thought he'd shag
any one of them.

No offense
to your granddaughter.

But Jamie was more than that.

And that week there,

he was donating bone marrow
to his cousin.

-He was?
-What?

-His cousin has leukemia,
and he told nobody,

just me
and his cousin's doctors.

Do you think that a man
with everything to live for

would agree to help
a dying relative

and then just kill himself?

-Well, it's certainly unusual.

You didn't know?

-No, he never said.

Why didn't you tell me, Cora?

-He asked me not to.

-But you're his dad
and his manager.

-Yes, by accident, almost,
his manager, that is.

The boys were so young,
and I'm an accountant by trade.

I'd have done anything
for Jamie.

-I want to hire you, Harry.

I can't have
my beautiful man back,

but I won't have his son
growing up

thinking he didn't want
to be here for him.

♪♪

-I'm still trying
to get my head around it.

I mean, he was here, then...

he was gone.

-Quite.

You were close?

-Known him all my life.

-Well, that doesn't mean
you were close.

I mean, he was leaving the band,
wasn't he?

-[ Sighs ]

Sadly, money talked.

You know, in the end,
I think that's why he did it.

-Sorry, you think
Jamie killed himself

because he was being offered
millions to go solo?

-Yep.

He knew and I knew
what that meant.

He was about to be exposed.

-How, exactly?

-Look, Jamie had something,
sure, but his star shone

because he was the best-looking
member of a successful band,

and I wrote
nearly all our songs.

I mean, Iwas the lyricist.

Like...

♪ I can see it in your eyes

♪ All those secret lies

♪ You've been with other

♪ Guys

-Wow, you got me.

-Deep.

-Yeah.

And then Jamie throws together
this nonsense track

that gets a little bit
of momentum,

and suddenly he believes
his own hype.

[ Scoffs ]
I mean, it was a fluke.

Like, he couldn't do it again.

-So you're the poet in the band?
-Yeah.

-You know your Yeats, do you?

-"Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter."

-Nice try, but that Keats.

-[ Snickers, clears throat ]

-♪ Yeah, yeah

-Whose idea was it to have
the farewell gig on the roof?

-Our manager's. It's the only
place to keep the paps away.

I mean, Jamie encouraged them,

didn't care how it affected
people around him.

Poor Cora had to get
a restraining order on one,

Clodagh Daly.

I mean, the woman
was obsessed with Jamie.

Like, she'd follow him
into the toilets.

-Will you and the guys
stay together now?

-[ Sighs ] Nah.

I need to pursue my dreams.

You know, Jamie caused a crack,

and now the light's getting in.

"The light's getting in."

Genius.

I need to write that down.

-Plagiarizing Leonard Cohen,
but whatever.

[ Sighs ]

Well, if the paps
were that obsessed,

I can see them trying
to get footage of this gig

any way they could.

-Mm.

♪♪

♪♪

Right, the foreman of that one

said that it was locked up
the day of the concert.

The other one is residential
and has no access to the roof,

and he also told me
that the manager

of the hotel
you just came out of

is a right snob
and would never let any paps in.

So I'm guessing
you had no luck, either.

-Wrong. He's not just a snob,
he's very tight.

-What does that mean?

-It means he underpays
his staff.

The porter there was very happy
to take 20 quid from me

to tell me he took 50 quid
from a pap

who wanted to be on the roof
to watch the concert.

-Who was it?

♪♪

[ Muffled shouting ]

♪♪

-I'm not buying anything.

-Oh.

But are you selling?

-Excuse me?

-We know you were
watching Jamie D

on the roof of his recording
studio the day he died.

The question is,
did you take any photos?

-I didn't.
I mean, I never --

-We know Jamie had
a restraining order against you

and photography
was forbidden at the event,

but we have a witness, Clodagh.

Now, you can either talk to us
or you can talk to the police,

but we're a lot nicer.

-Mm.

-Holy hell.

-Oh.
-I didn't know what to do.

I know the Guards
need to see it,

but I shouldn't have been there,

and I definitely shouldn't
have been taking pictures.

-Show us the photos.

-[ Sighs ]

He used to be so much kinder,
before he met Cora.

He'd smile at me.

And one time he gave me a tissue
he'd used to wipe his sweat.

-Holy shit!

-Zoom in.

It's a drone, isn't it?

-Yeah, I don't know.

I mean, look, I don't know
enough about drones,

but there is something
not right about that one.

-We need to show this
to the Guards right away.

-My Jamie.

[ Sobbing ]

♪♪

♪♪

-It's not proof he was murdered.

The drone could've
accidentally flown into him.

-It was deliberate.

It's a quadcopter drone,
a Kargu-2.

The Turkish military use them.

No one operates a drone
of that capacity

and accidentally flies
into someone.

-I never knew
you were so knowledgeable

about Turkish warfare.

-If it was deliberate,
they'd have to know

Jamie would be up
on that roof alone at the time.

-Uh...

-Anything you want to tell us,
Harry?

-No, no, no.

We'll just, um...

let you get along
with your police work.

-Well, let's keep this quiet
for now.

If the killer thinks he got
away with it, he might slip up.

♪♪

♪♪

-You remember what Lola said?

Jamie always goes onstage

before the gig
to talk to his fans.

-And his bandmates
and fans would know that.

-Mm. Well, fans have killed
before, but Jamie's fans?

Apart from Clodagh Daly,
they're all teenage girls.

-And whoever operated the drone

had to be
in the vicinity, right?

So one of the bandmates, then?

But, I mean, which one of them
could get their hands

on such a sophisticated drone?

-I'm not sure
any of them can sing.

-[ Laughs ]
-But maybe one of them

has some actual talent
with technology.

-Hmm.

♪♪

-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh-oh

-[ Sobbing ]

Poor Jamie.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Buzzer ]

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

-The guys are upstairs.
Come in.

-♪ Oh, I♪

[ Indistinct singing]

♪ I think I found
my desert queen♪

-Yeah, yeah, good.

God, that's enough, thank you.

-Maybe you want to listen
to one of my songs?

I heard my voice can do
funny things to a woman's legs.

-What, make her want
to run very fast?

-[ Snickers, clears throat ]

-Why are you calling
yourselves boys?

Hot Boy Four? I mean,
aren't you all in your late 20s?

-Definitely legal, baby.

-Ugh.

And they are?

-Pants.

The girls send them in
by the dozen to be signed.

It's hard work getting
the right pen

that doesn't go
through the material.

-So...

what are you two planning
to do now?

-Uh, I was thinking about
making a cup of tea

when I've finished this batch.

-I mean now that the band
has split up.

-Oh, right, yeah.

Uh...

I was thinking about going
into the techie side.

I'm deadly on computers.

I can beat all my nieces
and nephews

on all the computer games,
you name it, hands down.

10-year-olds
are really sore losers.

I'll tell you that for nothing.

-And what about you, Emmanuel?

-I'm going solo, too.

Kind of glad, to be honest.

There's always been
too many people in this band

who think they're writers.

I want my own material
out there.

-So you're a writer?

-Not yet, but no need to rush.

Plenty of money and that.

-So you weren't angry about
Jamie breaking up the band?

Robbie didn't seem
too impressed with him.

-Well, I wouldn't say that.

-Like I said, it's given us
a lot of opportunities.

And we miss him terribly.

-Hey, I couldn't grab a cuppa,
could I?

-Sure, let me finish
those three thongs and...

...these French knickers.

-♪ I'm all alone♪

♪ So I-I-I-I dance --♪

-Hi.
Hope I'm not disturbing.

Uh, Harry Wild.

-Nah, you're grand.

You alright?
Need help with something?

-Yeah. Oh.

We're friends of Cora,
Jamie's fiancée.

-Oh, that poor woman.

How's she doing?
-[ Sighs ] You know what?

You're the first person
that's asked.

None of his bandmates seem to be
the least bit bothered with her.

-Or anybody bar themselves.

Sorry, that sounded harsh.

They're good lads, really.
It's just...

I've worked with
a few boy bands.

They get all this adulation
and attention from a young age,

and honestly,
I think it warps them.

-How long have you worked
for, uh, Hot Boy Four?

Did you know Jamie?

-I only started here
a few weeks ago.

-Oh.

-I think they struggle
to keep employees.

I feel bad.

I shouldn't be speaking ill
of the dead.

Jamie was a nice enough bloke,
I'm sure.

-And I'm only asking because
I-I saw that you reacted

to something that Emmanuel said
about them being well-off.

-Oh, I guess I did.

It might be nothing,
but in my job,

they don't really notice you.
-Oh.

-And you hear a good bit
you probably shouldn't.

A few days ago,
they were fighting.

The other members of the band
were going on

about a greatest hits album

they wanted to release
before Jamie left.

They seemed desperate for it,
but Jamie had put his foot down.

-Well, could you do that?

-When the record company gave
the boys their own label branch,

the band decided that all albums

had to have unanimous agreement
pre-release,

and all gigs
had to be agreed to.

-Well, wouldn't Jamie want
the band to make money?

I mean, he was leaving.

-I have no idea.

But I guess they can release
that album now.

-Yeah.
-Sorry I can't be more help.

-Oh, on the contrary,
you've been very helpful.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

♪♪

-You have to watch it brew.
It's like with the kettle.

You have to watch it,
or it won't boil.

-You know that's --

Never mind.

-I've put the right
tea bags in anyway.

Your man, what's his name,
the sound guy,

he keeps all this kind of weird
healthy shit in here.

Made perfume tea last week.

Sounded like a flower
and tasted like dog's piss.

[ Chuckles ]

I mean, what is that?

-How many people work here,
actually?

I've only seen the sound guy.

-We have to have a closed studio
because of all the fame.

So we bought the building.

We bring in other workers
when needed,

but mostly it's just us here.

-Oh, but now you're selling
the building?

-John takes care
of the business stuff.

-Ah, right.

You know, um, back there
I got the feeling

that you weren't happy
about Jamie leaving the band.

-Ah, it's nothing, really.

Just came out of the blue,
you know?

Found out he was leaving
when his new agent

sent the letter to his da.

Can you imagine?

Cold.

[ Slurps ]

-[ Sniffs ]

-♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

-Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark.

-You doing "Hamlet"
for your Leaving Certificate?

-Yeah, and that's
got me thinking

families are bloody nuts.
-Huh.

-Jamie's da's in charge
of the money, right?

-Mm, indeed.

Like minds.

Even bands need
to form companies.

Can you search for something?

We need to check the state of
Hot Boy Four's accounts quickly.

♪♪

-Cora's at
a hospital appointment.

I'm still in shock, I think.

My beautiful boy.

Who'd do this?
Who'd want to hurt him?

-From my experience,
there's usually only a handful

of reasons for murder --

revenge, love gone wrong...

money.

We know about
the band's finances, John.

-You had to sell your house, and
now you're selling the studio.

-Yes, Hot Boy Four
were bankrupt.

I filed the accounts
a few weeks ago,

but it had been bad for months.

-Not exactly great management.

-Wasn't cut out for it.

I was an accountant
in a small office

when the lads
started doing well.

I told them
I couldn't be their manager.

They insisted.

They didn't need a friend.
They needed a boss.

Those boys
had no sense of money.

They wanted
the lavish lifestyle.

-Sounds like you're
dodging the blame.

-I know how it looks.

I kept trying to rein them in,
but they walked all over me.

I think they realized
towards the end

how much trouble they were in.

Jamie certainly did.

I had a plan to turn it
all around, but then --

-But then Jamie said
he was leaving.

That must've made you
very angry.

-Not only leaving,
but not even allowing them

to make a profit
in their last days.

-He didn't realize
how selfish he was being.

He thought they needed
to learn a lesson.

He was my son, and I loved him,
but, God, he could be an ass.

And now I can't
get my head around

what he was doing
for his cousin.

I wish he'd told me.

-It doesn't look good, John.

Bankruptcy, your son
keeping things from you.

And now the police know
that he was murdered.

-You don't think I killed him?

I loved him.

[ Doorbell rings ]

God, sometimes I thought
I failed him as a parent,

but he was my son.

-It's not about what we think.

It's about what
the police will think.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Surely they can't believe
that I killed him for money.

That's madness.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Will I get that?

[ Knocking on door ]

-I'd give my life
to have my son back.

Surely everybody realizes that.

[ Knocking on door ]

♪♪

-John Dawson?

We'd like you to come
to the station with us.

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

♪♪

[ Vehicle doors close ]

♪♪

-I looked at the numbers
for you.

The release of that
greatest hits album,

a new farewell gig, the reprints
of their other albums,

Jamie's death
is very profitable.

-Mm, how profitable?

-Well, by my estimation, we're
talking 2 million at least.

So Cora's baby
will get Jamie's share,

but she won't inherit anything

because they weren't
married yet.

-Oh, it's handy having
an actuary in the family.

-[ Chuckles ]

You know, I'm always amazed when
you remember what I do, Harry.

-[ Chuckles ]
[ Muffled music playing]

-Oh, God.

If I have to listen to that song
one more time,

I'm gonna throw myself
off a roof.

-Mm, extreme.

But I hear you.

-Mm, hey, how's Fergus
getting on?

That stuff with his mother?

-I helped him find a solicitor,
but I don't know.

I-I need to get
a handle on this woman.

I don't think she's bad,
but she's misguided,

and she's causing
more damage than she knows.

-It was this photo, right?

-Ah, yes, that's it.

-Oh, so Hot Boy Four
was Hot Boy Five?

-Yeah, everyone knows that.
-I don't think they do.

-Oh, well, I guess he's
kind of an urban legend now.

The band wiped most of
this stuff from the Internet.

Goth wasn't a great look
for them.

Even I agree.

-So who was he?

-Keith Twomey.

He actually formed the band,

but then he left just before
they got really famous.

-Stuart Sutcliffe.
-Who?

-The fifth member
of The Beatles.

-Gosh, imagine being so close
to that sort of fame

and then nobody knows your name.

-Yeah, I think they had
artistic differences.

-Where is he now?

-That's the thing.
Nobody knows.

He just disappeared.

-Hmm.

-[ Speaking indistinctly ]

♪♪

-Hello?

-Oh, hello.
This is, uh, Harry and Fergus.

Thank you for taking
our call, John.

-Well, I'm not doing
anything else.

I keep telling them
they've got it wrong.

-Do you remember Keith Twomey?

-Of course.

Why are you asking about Keith?

-Why did he leave the band?

-He always thought a bit
much of himself, Keith.

Joined the lads' school
when he was 16,

latched onto their friend group.

He came up with the idea
of the band.

Always wanted it to be
something different, though.

He thought his lyrics
had meaning.

I mean, he was smart
to an extent.

He knew that Jamie
would be a problem

if the band went into
the realm of pop.

Jamie would shine.

Keith was a bit
on the large side.

He wasn't a particularly
good-looking kid,

so the goth stuff suited him.

-Do you know where he is now?

-Honestly, no.

When he left the band,
he claimed he was going off

to live the quiet life,
cottage, somewhere rural,

Donegal, I think, where he could
paint his masterpiece.

I know this
because I paid him off

to make sure that he wouldn't go

and write a big book
of revelations.

-What revelations?

-Uh, a tell-all.

He threatened to reveal
all the band's secrets --

who hated who, who couldn't
sing, so on, vicious stuff.

-How much did you pay him?

-100K.

When I think about what
those lads went on to earn

before they lost it all,
Keith would've made a fortune.

-Thank you, John.
That was really, really helpful.

We've gone about this all wrong.

We assumed that they were
after Jamie

because he was leaving the band,

but what if Keith Twomey
is getting his revenge

for what he lost
and Jamie's just the first?

-We need to warn
the rest of the band.

-Yeah, and find Keith Twomey.

-Oh, I know where he is.

Emmanuel?
Fergus Reid here.

-Well, that's a plot twist.

-♪ Love is cruelty,
love is kind ♪

♪ Love is real

♪ Love is fake

♪ Love is

♪ Ca-Cake

Cake. Cake?

Oh, bloody hell, I'm trying
to make art here.

-Thank goodness you're safe.
We've been ringing you!

-Robbie, we think
Keith Twomey is back.

-And?
-And he murdered Jamie.

-Ah, come off it.
Fat Keith?

The only thing he can murder
is a bucket of fried chicken.

-This is serious, Robbie.
-Yeah, so is my work.

Look, I'm not scared
of Keith bloody Twomey.

He couldn't scare anybody.
[ Ringtone playing ]

Oh, this never ends.

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.
Who's this?

Mm, okay, where?

The Workman's Club?

Uh, how about you leave it
with me?

Do you have a number?

[ Pen scratching ]

Right.

-Who was it?

-Journalist, allegedly.

He said he wants me to do
an interview and a photo shoot

in The Workman's Club.

-What's that?

-It's a music venue.

We did our first-ever gig there.

But the weird thing is...

he said he was from
"Hot Music Weekly,"

and I know every journo
in there.

He's not one of them.

-What if you could catch
a killer, Robbie?

If our theory is right,

he's coming after
the rest of you.

Wouldn't it be better
to know when?

-We can go together,
and then you can tell the world

how you helped to find
Jamie's murderer.

♪♪

-Catch a killer you say?

♪♪

[ Door opens, door creaks ]

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[ Door closes ]

What the fuck?

♪♪

Chris?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Where's Keith?

-Get on the crate, Robbie.

-Shit. He has a gun.

-Oh, Christ.
Uh, message Charlie.

-He'll have shot him
or hanged him

by the time
the Guards get here.

-We'll have to stall him.

-Jesus! Harry!

No, wait, you're Keith.

-How did you know?

-The Gweedore seaweed drink.

Gweedore is in Donegal,
where you own a cottage.

-The one you bought after
John Dawson paid you off.

-People on diets drink buckets
of that seaweed stuff.

You became a fitness fanatic
after you left the band.

-You cut your hair,
you lost the weight,

but what really helped you
to hide your identity

was how self-obsessed
the boys were.

-Self-obsessed sums them up.

Get on the crate.

-Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing, Keith?

We're here, we've seen you.
What's the point in this?

-I had a plan --

Jamie throwing himself
off the roof,

Robbie hanging himself
after the tragedy,

Nick and Emmanuel
dying in a car crash.

Oh, yeah, I've tampered
with Emmanuel's brakes,

and him and Nick are on their
way right now to meet a journo

who's dying to interview them.

Get on the crate!

-But we're witnesses, right?
The police will know it was you.

-Well, plan's changed.

Luckily I've got enough bullets
for all of you.

-Get on the crate!

-[ Shuddering ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Oh!

-Okay, okay.

[ Breathing shakily ]

-Rope around your neck.

Do it,
or I'll shoot you, anyway.

-Wait. No, wait,
y-you're the real poet

in the band, aren't you?

That's why you put that
suicide note in Jamie's jacket.

Yeats, wasn't it?

-Well, those idiots could
never appreciate my genius.

-[ Scoffs ]

-[ Whistles ]

-Oh!

-You little runt.

[ Grunting ]

Oh!

[ Growls ]

-Oh!

-[ Growling ]
-Aah! Aah!

-Oh! Oh!

Ooh.

-[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

-Emmanuel! Where are you?

You okay?

[ Breathes heavily ]

They were suspicious
after we called them.

They're safe.

-Um...

Can I get down?

♪♪

-As you all know,
my relationship with Jamie

wasn't always,
well, the best.

I knew he was a talent,
but sometimes --

now, forgive me, Cora --
I thought he was hard work.

But when I heard that he was
donating his bone marrow,

in Jamie's honor,
I'm stepping in.

I've done the test,
and I'm a match.

Uh, I'll do it for my nephew
but also for my son.

To Jamie.
-To Jamie!

-Ahh!

-Have you got any plans
after this?

Because I know a place
that serves fine wine

to people who age
like fine wine.

-Thank God I have
somewhere to be.

-Well, maybe you'll reconsider
after this.

Boys?

♪♪

-♪ Oh, I lose control

♪ Every time I take a hit,
I see you ♪

-Wow.
-♪ Back and forth we go

♪ Slipping through my fingers
like you're made of smoke ♪

♪ Then, damn, you're gone

♪ So I dance with your ghost
all night ♪

♪ And I never felt so fine

-Aah! Oh!

Ohh!

-Did she just wee?

-Right, I'll get a couple
of towels, some hot water.

-Harry, w-what else do I need?
Harry?

-If it's a girl,
will you call her after me?

-It's a boy!

-It's alright love, I'm here.

-Oh...
-Someone boil a kettle!

Harry, what else do I need?!

-Fergus, for Christ sakes,
calm down.

Deep breaths, Cora,
deep breaths.

[ Both breathe deeply ]

We'll get rid
of these stupid men.

Get out!

That's good.

Deep breaths. Oh, you've got it,
Cora, you've got it.

-What a surprise. Even Jamie's
kid has to take the spotlight.

♪♪

-Mmm.

[ Swallows ] Ahh.

Thanks, Glenn.

I've had a day. [ Chuckles ]
-Sorry to hear that, Harry.

If it was anything like mine,
I can only imagine.

-Well, what happened to you?
-Found out June's not
coming back.

She's left me in charge
of The Goose forever.

-Well, that's good news,
isn't it?

I mean, you seem to be
enjoying it.

-Yeah, probably right, Harry.

Gotta be fate,
though, ain't it, eh?

Me being here just when
June's life fell apart?

I mean, I know
I'm never not here,

but [sighs] still,
it's uncanny.

Anyway, time for me
to stop gabbing

and start pulling up
my big-boy pants

and run this pub
into the ground.

-I'm not entirely sure
that's what you meant.

Mm. [ Laughs ]
-Hmm?

-Never mind.
Don't worry about it.

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

Thank you for asking to meet.

-You don't know what
I'm going to say yet.

-But I know you've got
Fergus' best interests at heart.

And you're also a mother,

so you can understand
where I'm coming from.

-Mm, I'm not sure that I do.

-I can't keep apologizing
for walking out.

But I've come back
to do the right thing.

Liberty needs her mother.

Fergus has his life here,
I get that.

I still hope
he'd come and visit.

-You're speaking like someone
who thinks they've already won.

-You've seen Malky.

Regardless of how good a job
Fergus has done,

Malky's not a fit father.

I need your help, Harry.

I need Fergus to understand.

I just don't want this
to become bitter.

-Paula, youneed to understand

that what you did
was unforgivable.

-This isn't about Malky or you.

Fergus stepped in
when you stepped out,

and he made a happy home
for Liberty.

And you want to destroy it?

You want to take her away
and break his heart

just so you can feel a little
bit better about yourself?

-Is your own relationship
with your son so good

that you can preach to me?

-Parent-child relationships
are difficult,

but I've always
put my son first.

Paula, if you don't stop this,
you're going to lose everything.

-Oh, you're right.
I doneed to put them first.

And that is exactly
what I'm doing,

whether you agree or not,

because they are mychildren,
not yours.

-And that's what
she does best...

[ Door opens ]

...leaves.

[ Door closes ]

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