All language subtitles for Kneecap_All Eng Subs

LIAM: Do you know what? [READING]

-[EXPLOSION]
-[GUNFIRE]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

LIAM: But not this one, and don't be
acting the fuckin' balloon.

That's not the start.

This is the start.

-With my best mate Naoise...
-[BABY COOING]

...when he was a wee baby.

And his ma Dolores,
out in Ma Nature.

This wasn't
his ma's idea at all.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BABY COOING]

LIAM: Naoise's da, Arló,

well, he wanted his first born

baptized here
at this secret Mass Rock.

It was a tribute
to the Irish Catholics who,

just a few generations ago,

gave the middle finger
to British rule

by sneaking here
to practice their religion

and speak their own language.

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

LIAM: Except
the peelers thought

they'd uncovered themselves
an IRA training camp.

So, on the day wee baby Naoise
was supposed to be taken

by the light of Christ,

instead he got the full beams
of an RUC chopper.

[YELLING]

Fuck off!

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

LIAM: I mean, what fucking
chance did the wee boy have?

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

LIAM: Me and Naoise,
we got our first taste for drugs

at Ireland's most infamous
criminal finishing school.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

[INAUDIBLE]

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

COP: Stop! Stop there!

[COUGHING]

LIAM: Next Sunday,
that congregation doubled.

LIAM: That's drugs for you.
They bring you closer to God.

For Naoise and me,
they were our fuckin' calling,

and as Mass Rocks proved

nothin' gets between
us taigs and our religion.

-[SIREN WAILS]
-[DOG BARKING]

[IN IRISH] You run! Go!

[DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH] Didn't matter what community

in the north of Ireland you came from,

we could always
find common ground.

And a love for throwing shit
at the peelers.

And as for Naoise, he was off
learning that public transport

doesn't mix well with ketamine.

[DISTORTED TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

LIAM: As for myself?
Tonight I learned what it's like

gettin' bitten by a dog
whacked on MDMA.

It feels fuckin' mental.

Okay, so...

[IN IRISH] Repeat after me.

The man walked to market
with his sow.

STUDENTS: The man walked to market
with his sow.

JJ: The girl cut turf in the rain.

STUDENTS: The girl cut turf in the rain.

How do you cut turf?

With misery and despair,
I'd say.

-[BELL RINGS]
-[CHAIRS SCRAPING]

Not used to seeing you up here.

I'm covering.

Everything okay?

I think you need
new Irish textbooks.

[SIGHS]

They are the new textbooks.

I'm not sure shoveling shite

is going to inspire these kids
to learn Irish.

WOMAN: Turn it up.

NEWSREADER: [IN ENGLISH]
Northern Ireland's government

has in the last hour
collapsed over failure

to agree on
an Irish Language Act

which would give
the minority language

equal legal status to English.

Many Republicans
see the language

as an expression
of their political identity.

They say
it's a matter of civil rights.

MAN: The Irish language
is my heart and soul.

If it was the color of my skin,
you'd easily identify

me being a different color,
and the DUP saying,

"We can't give
equal rights to this guy."

The issue would be clearer...

[IN IRISH] Friends,
what a momentous day...

So we'll be ramping up
our campaign,

and counting on your support
in the coming months.

We're only asking for the same
language rights as the Scots

and the Welsh.

A country without a language
is only half a nation.

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING, CHEERING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[IN ENGLISH] Hello?

Yes, it is.

Now?

[SWITCH CLICKS]

[IN IRISH] That was the police.

Peelers?

What do they want?

An Irish translator.

I can't go. I was drinking.

It's translating,
not driving an HGV.

I still have to drive
to get there.

Then why did you say...

[IN ENGLISH] No.

No.

[IN IRISH] There's an Irish
speaker in need.

Bullshit. If they speak Irish,
they speak English.

It's not the Potato Famine.

Don't joke about the Famine.

Too soon?

With everything
that happened today,

someone is probably taking
a principled stand

for their language rights.

We need to...

We must support them.

COP: [IN ENGLISH] Nothin' but a hood.

H-O-O-D.

Lowlife scum.

Waste of fucking space.

Do I look like I want to
read fucking subtitles?

[IN IRISH] If you could read,

you wouldn't be
a fucking peeler now, would you?

[IN ENGLISH] Why don't you just
speak the Queen's English,

you Fenian cunt?

LIAM: This was a fair question,
though rudely asked.

For me to respond to
this sectarian prick in Irish,

I'd say something
along the lines of...

[SPEAKING IRISH]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
Which means,

"May the lowest stone in the sea
be on top of your head."

You do get there a lot quicker with...

[IN IRISH] Again.

-WEE LIAM: Hear.
-WEE NAOISE: Listen.

-Do.
-Get.

-See.
-Eat.

Give.

-[BOYS GIGGLE]
-Again.

[IN ENGLISH] Stop.
They'll catch a cold.

[IN IRISH] I'm making
Irish speakers of them.

Irish speakers?
Jailgeoirs, more like.

[IN ENGLISH] I'm proud to have
learned my irregular verbs

on a wall covered in shite.

-Aye, your own shite.
-Aye.

You know
what that shite smelled like?

Freedom.

Not when I've been in the toilet
after you.

-[EXHALES]
-Is next class on Grade 1 tunneling?

Yoga, actually, Ma.

Let 'em start their homework.

[IN IRISH] Aye. Curriculum
of the colonizer.

-[IN ENGLISH] Catch yourself on.
-Pity your ma, Naoise.

Born with Irish
in her mouth, she was.

Now disowns
her own mother tongue.

[IN IRISH] Only one thing here
getting disowned.

Quit your slabbering. [LAUGHS]

I'll show you some slabbering.

Get away to fuck.

[IN ENGLISH] Go home or your mammy'll
think we've kidnapped you.

A wee operation for youse.

I want you to sit down tonight

and watch an American Western
on the telly.

But here's the thing.

I want you to watch it from
the Indians' point of view.

Okay?

And remember...

[IN IRISH] Every word
of Irish spoken...

BOYS: ...is a bullet fired
for Irish freedom.

[IN ENGLISH] Da.

LIAM: And then Naoise's da
was gone. Like, gone-gone.

Turns out since leaving jail,
Arló had a full-blown affair

with blowing up
anything British.

He blew this up. And this.

And... Well, all right,
that one didn't go off.

Anyway, three years
after going on the run,

Arló fell to his death
from a fishing boat.

[WATER SPLASHING]

Or, if you believe the peelers,
he didn't.

With his dead body never found,
Arló couldn't be proved dead.

And with his alive body
never found,

Arló couldn't be proved alive.

The dead Arló had his funeral,

and the alive Arló
remained on the run.

And to this day,
just having met the man

was enough to have some lump
spitting in your bake about it.

I mean,
Arló was right about one thing.

Cowboys were proper cunts.

[DOOR OPENS]

COP: Move.

-ELLIS: This is Mr. Ó Dochartaigh.
-[DOOR CLOSES]

He is an Irish interpreter.

-I'm not.
-Do you speak Irish?

-Aye.
-That'll do.

[CHAIR SCRAPES]

[IN IRISH] Tell her.

I'm not talking to anyone

who works
for the fucking peelers.

I don't work for 'em.

Look which side
of the table you're on.

-It's where the chair is.
-Aye.

And why do you think
that's where the chair was?

[IN ENGLISH] What's he sayin'?

Just discussing the furniture.

So, what are we doing here?

Resisting arrest.

Public nuisance.

And unless he can somehow prove

he can't speak the language
of his home country,

then we can throw in
obstructing the police

in the execution of their duty.

Am I supposed to translate that?

I think he understood just fine.

[IN IRISH] So why you
doing this, with the Irish?

I hate the peelers.

Nothing to do with today's news?

What? What news?

Listen, I want out of here
just as much as you.

I doubt that, all right.

-[INDISTINCT TV CHATTER]
-[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

-[IN ENGLISH] Well?
-Well?

[IN IRISH] How are you feeling?

Aye.

-Did you take...
-I need a new prescription.

Why haven't you?

It's two minutes...

You get it for me tomorrow,
okay, hen?

You need to get out.

Just this time.

You have to get out. Outside.

Quit lecturing me
under my own roof.

You're never out
from under your own roof.

That's the problem.

Will I make you something?

Aye, roast lamb
with all the trimmings.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck up.

What's this mean?

Uh, "I got up this morning.
Well, at the end of the day.

"Before I leave the bed,
a spliff and a cup of tea."

[SUCKS TEETH]

"I have a big night ahead of me because of yesterday.

"I spent all my DLA on MDMA."

[IN IRISH] Tell her it flows
a lot better in Irish.

-Poetry?
-Scribbles.

And I need you
to stop turning...

[IN ENGLISH] I want you to look
for any reference to an Arló

Ó Cairealláin.

[IN IRISH] Time for you to decide
what side of the table you're on.

[IN ENGLISH] What's he sayin'?

[IN IRISH] She's asking you
to prove a negative.

What?

By asking you to prove
you can't speak English,

she's placing the burden
of proof onto you, not her.

That's what I just said, right?

[IN ENGLISH] Aye.

He doesn't have to prove
Irish is his only language

because absence of evidence
is not evidence of absence.

It's just a basic principle
of modern justice.

-He said that?
-Yeah.

And he says that furthermore,

and notwithstanding
the aforementioned,

he sees no reason to prove
that he cannot speak English

because he's asserting
his right to speak Irish.

Mm.

[IN IRISH] Here, have you got
anything for...

[IN ENGLISH]
...resisting arrest?

WOMAN: Sit down.

[SCREAMING]

[LIAM GRUNTS]

So...

[IN IRISH]
...are you going tomorrow?

Where?

[IN ENGLISH] Aye.

[IN IRISH] Will I say hello for you?

[IN ENGLISH] No, fuck.

Aye.

-[IN IRISH] Night.
-Night, love.

Go to bed.

I'm saving myself for the big sleep.

[TV CHATTER CONTINUES]

[HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SIGHS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SNIFFS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[SPARKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
What do you call a Provo

that's become a yoga instructor?

Bobby Sandals.

You bring a stolen car here?

Here?

[IN IRISH] It's not...

[IN ENGLISH]
So, you bought this?

You're putting
the whole operation at risk.

[IN IRISH] What operation?

[IN ENGLISH] Every day
I am not captured

is a psychological victory
against the occupiers.

That's the operation.

[IN IRISH] Speak Irish to me.

[IN ENGLISH] What's this?

Drugs?

[IN IRISH] It's a rollie.

Speak Irish to me.

[IN ENGLISH]
Think I don't have eyes? I hear things.

[IN IRISH] You taught me Irish.

[IN ENGLISH]
I know where you'll end up.

[IN IRISH] Fuckin' speak it.

[IN ENGLISH] You'll end up
face down in an alley.

You don't speak Irish.

You might know the words,

but you don't
understand the language.

It is the light that guides us
towards our freedom.

Those who see it
stand up for it.

You don't stand for fuck all.

[IN IRISH] Ma's getting worse.

She was asking about you.

[IN ENGLISH] No, she wasn't.

[IN IRISH] No. She wasn't.

[IN ENGLISH] I need you to do
something for me.

[IN IRISH] What?

[IN ENGLISH]
Arrange a memorial service.

[IN IRISH] For who?

[IN ENGLISH] For me.

It's ten years next month since,
you know.

These peelers
won't let me rest in peace.

I need something to remind
our community I'm dead.

Make it harder
for these RUC bastards

to keep behaving like I'm alive.

I mean, I thought you'd be
doing something, but...

[IN IRISH] Yep, I'd love
to organize a memorial

for the week I thought
my dad was dead.

[IN ENGLISH]
What did you expect?

[IN IRISH] That's a long
fucking list.

[SIGHS]

Happy birthday.

[IN ENGLISH] If you got
pulled over and they found that...

Use your head, lad.

[ENGINE STARTS]

LIAM: They called our generation the Ceasefire Babies,

as if our only defining feature

was we were not the shit
that came before us.

Maybe they were right.

Maybe we were only gonna be
the moment after the moment.

Just as fucked up
and miserable as the last.

Only with less chance of getting
blown up to escape it all.

But we still found ways
to escape it all.

You've heard of
inter-generational trauma?

-Right.
-Our history.

Our history...

-...has become...
-...our biology.

It's like a trauma
our ancestors suffered...

-...has inserted itself...
-...has inserted itself...

BOTH: ...into our genetic code.

[EXHALES]

Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

-Psychological...
-...reverberations.

Reverberations.

ADHD.

ODD.

-The Troubles.
-The Troubles.

[EXPLOSIONS]

I've got fuckin' troubles.

I just pray that this medicine

grants me some relief.

Don't you think I'd be better off

going straight in
with the 500 mg?

Is there something else?

I've got a bit of a problem

down south.

-With my mickey.
-Okay.

-It's political.
-Your problem?

My mickey.

See, I have no problem
pullin' birds.

Like, I can do that no bother.
Any time.

[GIRL GIGGLES]

LIAM: That's a fair knob of butter.

I just can't get the wee man
to stand to attention.

Go on.

[MOANING]

Without a King Billy-loving Prod.

And there's this weird wee

Tourette's thing right before I...

[IN IRISH] Our day will come!

[IN ENGLISH] Till the other week,
I met this wee ride, Georgia.

[IN IRISH] Our day will come!

[BOTH PANTING]

[IN ENGLISH] Say it again.

[IN IRISH] Our day will come!

[IN ENGLISH] Again!

[IN IRISH] Our day will come!

[IN ENGLISH] Don't you dare cum.

I wanna blow you
like a Brighton hotel.

[PANTING]

Have you thought about
seeing a priest?

[FLUTE PLAYING]

Oi.

[ALL CLAMORING]

MAN: [ON RADIO] ...is a community
who live their lives

through the medium of Irish,
schooling, the youth clubs,

through their art projects,
through the GAA clubs.

And for them, there's been
a very, very strong...

Yeah!

Top lad. What the fuck?

[IN IRISH]
What are you doing here?

What am I doing in my own car?

-[IN ENGLISH] Fuck.
-Here.

Oh, ballix.

[IN IRISH]
What was all that about?

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck all.

[IN IRISH]
Cross-community running club.

Here, your lyrics...

They're great.

I've never read
anything like them in Irish.

What I'm saying is would
you be into making music?

People barely listen
to Irish hip-hop,

let alone
Irish hip-hop in Irish.

How do you know,
when there's no hip-hop in Irish?

No cunt who listens
to hip-hop speaks Irish.

Give them a reason to.

Why?

Why?

Right. Because Irish,
it's like the last dodo.

Stuck behind glass in some zoo.

"Look but don't touch."

Like, someone needs
to smash that glass

and set the dodo free
so it can live.

What the fuck is a dodo?

Look, he says he's got a studio.

-Well...
-And some beats.

-Sort of.
-And he's a music teacher.

Wouldn't want to delay
your meeting with Dr. Dre.

I'm offering a free spin
of the wheel.

And if half of what's
in those lyrics is true,

you need this more than I do.

Are we making music
or fitting exhausts?

JJ: Well...

It's not Abbey Road.

LIAM: Abbey what?

[MACHINE CHIMING]

-Aye, I like that.
-Yeah.

Here, give us a go.

-Fuckin' give us a go.
-Stop!

[RAPPING] Pissed off
Sittin' around

No money in our pockets
for going out

We're sick and tired
of being skint

But that's all gonna change...

What are you doing?

[IN ENGLISH] Relax.

[IN IRISH]
I'm just tweaking the EQ.

Now I just need something
to take the edge off.

We've got something for that.

[SONG PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES]

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
'Cause my friend Mo Chara

He's a bit of a psycho

The type of fella
loses the head at a typo

So whatever you do
Do whatever he says so...

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Móglaí get the noose
I'll proper introduce myself

I'm Mo Chara, and I'm not well

Are you ready for abuse?

I'm sure you're thinking
Look

That I seem decent and clever,
don't I feel bad for this ever?

Guilty conscience?
No, thanks

I meditate
and have plenty of wanks

And I never spare
a second thought

For cunts in suits

And when the revolution comes
I'm first out to loot, yeah

New guds, happy days

So much comfort
when you don't have to pay

And when I'm happily tripped
in designer gear

Then all of you cunts

Are getting one behind the ear
Yeah

Somethin' like that?

Guilty conscience?
No, thanks

I meditate
and have plenty of wanks

And I never spare
a second thought

For cunts in suits

And when the revolution comes
I'm first out to loot, yeah

New guds, happy days

So much comfort
when you don't have to pay

And when I'm happily tripped
in designer gear

Then all of you cunts
are getting one behind the ear

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

OBEs for the landlords

[INSTRUMENTS PLAYING OFF-TUNE]

[LAUGHING]

-[IN IRISH] Well...
-What's up?

-Lads. What are you doing here?
-What?

Listen.

It's not a good time.

You said meet here to
fucking go work on the tracks.

Did I?

I think that's what you said.

[WHOOPING]

Uh-uh.

Like I said,
it's not a good time.

-Tomorrow?
-I don't know.

-Fucking weekend, then?
-I can't.

I've paving slabs to lay.

[IN ENGLISH] Paving slabs?

[IN IRISH] What happened to smashing up
the Irish language dodo?

No, smashing the glass
to set the dodo free...

Whatever. I'll be in touch.

I'll be in touch.

[IN ENGLISH] What the fuck?

-[IN IRISH] Who was that?
-Who was who?

The two smicks
you were fist bumping.

Them?

Just ex-pupils.

-You coming to the meeting?
-Meeting?

Are you fucking kidding me?
The meeting.

The Language Act
Protest Committee.

I know.

I'd love to. I'd love to...

...but...

What?
You've a puddle of piss to mop up?

Aye, there's that.

[SIGHS]

They want me to lead it.

Of course they do.
You're brilliant.

I just don't know if it's me.

Listen. No one is anyone
until they are.

Are you still fucking high?

Aye, a little bit.

[BOTH MOANING]

[IN ENGLISH] Don't touch me,
you filthy taig.

You've interned my dick.

Now for the hard interrogation.

-That's right. Confess. Confess.
-Never!

Spill your secrets inside me,
you Fenian cunt.

Northern Ireland.

-North of Ireland.
-Northern Ireland!

-North of Ireland.
-Northern Ireland!

-The north of Ireland!
-[MOANS]

Celtic are fucking shite!

-[PANTING]
-You leave Celtic out of this.

Wait till I get on to the Pope.

Right. Suppose I might go here.

Before your fuckin'
Black and Tan da

walks through this door.

I live with my aunt.

Well? Go on then.

I'm goin'.

This can never work.

Suits me.

Maybe.

Or maybe you're scared.

Scared of you?

Of not me.

Of being with someone who
might just ditch you for you.

Not just what foot you dig with.

Ballix.

Okay then.
Tell me somethin' about you.

Something you've
never told anyone else.

I'm a rapper.

[SNORTS]

-Stop spoofin'.
-I'm a rapper. Irish hip-hop.

-What the fuck is that?
-Hip-hop. In Irish.

Why Irish?

-Why not?
-When's your next gig?

-Soon.
-Let's listen to somethin' then.

Maybe next time.

What makes you think there'll be a next time?

Here. What's your rap group called?

[IN IRISH]
What's Belfast famous for?

Uh... Bombings, George Best, baps.

[IN ENGLISH] Kneecappings.

[IN IRISH] By that logic,
we might as well

call ourselves the Titanics.

Well, Kneecap's our name,

because I've already
booked a gig.

[IN ENGLISH] Gig?

[IN IRISH] We haven't even
got a finished track.

I know, but that's not my fault.

Blame him.

CAITLIN: Why are two fellas
digging up our garden?

What are you doing?

-[WOLF-WHISTLES]
-Morning.

Where are the fucking
paving slabs?

Yeah, we'll do the garden,
you finish the track. Deal?

[DISTANT SHOVELING]

-LIAM: No, no. I'll do it.
-NAOISE: Sit down.

I'll do it. Let me do it.

It's not fucking Dancehall.

-What?
-Come in on the chorus.

No, fuck that. I'm the lead.

BOTH: R-I-G-H-T-S

I don't give a fuck
about any Garda

Straight in, right?

So just, like,
it's one, two, three...

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

Ready?

[IN ENGLISH] When I said
I booked us a gig, I meant

my Uncle Peadar said
we could play in his bar

if I sorted some
old folk smoke for his gout.

JJ only agreed to DJ
if he could set up his decks

in the store cupboard, in case
he was spotted by pupils.

His paranoia was not helped

by his new love affair with the sniff.

[RAPPING] Fuck me

[IN IRISH]

[HIP-HOP BEATS PLAYS]

[IN ENGLISH] Young man, we caught you
damaging public property.

And you are coming to the station

so we can talk properly.

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[SONG ENDS]

[MICROPHONE THUDS, FEEDBACK]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
You know, in West Belfast,

the only thing worse than
getting arrested and charged

is gettin' arrested
and not charged.

This yours?

Game over. [LAUGHS]

Well, well, well, well,
well, well, well.

Look who it is here. Look.

Bone Thugs-N-No-Harmony.

[LAUGHTER]

Hear you got scooped.

-What did they charge you with?
-Fuck all.

They just gave me a hidin'.

Or maybe you're just
a dirty ten-pound tout.

Sorry. And who would I be
toutin' on, exactly?

Us.

Who the fuck are "us"?

"Us" is us. We are "us."

The Radical Republicans
Against Drugs.

That's right.

How the fuck
do you pronounce that?

R-Rad. R-Rad, isn't it?

Aye, that's right. R-Rad.

-We're rad.
-We're rad.

Youse all got a fuckin' stutter?

Fuck up, you tout.

What have you ever done
to tout about?

We've done plenty, actually.

We're an active fucking unit,

not like the Republican
Volunteers Against Drugs.

Or New Republicans
Against Drugs.

-New Republicans Against Drugs.
-Or them.

All they ever did
was fuckin' slabber.

Don't think I don't know
what youse two are up to.

Runnin' around the woods,
sellin' gear

like a couple of druggie
fuckin' Wombles, huh?

Your da would be
turnin' in his grave.

Peelers say he ain't dead.
It was in the papers.

-Word is he ain't dead.
-Never mind the word.

Brits don't get to decide
when Irish patriots are dead.

We'll decide when we're dead.

[SIGHS]

God rest his soul.

Tell me who's supplyin' you.

LIAM: The truth was the biggest
drug supplier in West Belfast

was called the Postman.

That wasn't some
cool underworld nickname.

That was his job.

52 fuckin' years.

Some people say
the World Wide Web

is the greatest invention
of the 21st century.

Those people have never been
on the Dark Web.

We bought MDMA from Holland,

ketamine from India,
and mephedrone from Vietnam.

They arrived disguised
as bath salts, flower seeds,

DVDs, kids' toys...

Here, spaceman.
I'm talkin' to you.

When are you gonna get my ball?

When are you gonna give me
a go on your fuckin' hurl?

Go ahead then.

[YELLS]

LIAM: I'll skip through the bit where
we get our ballix knocked in.

[PANTING]

[SINGING IN IRISH]

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER EARPHONES]

[C.E.A.R.T.A PLAYING SOFTLY]

[C.E.A.R.T.A PLAYING LOUDLY]

[MAN RAPPING IN IRISH]

[C.E.A.R.T.A PLAYING SOFTLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[IN ENGLISH] Lads.

-[IN IRISH] Where have you been?
-At work.

[IN ENGLISH] Here.

-[IN IRISH] Our music is...
-We know.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck's sake.

[IN IRISH]
Have you seen the crowd?

I can't go out on that stage.
Someone will see me.

I'm pretty sure
that's the fucking point.

-[IN ENGLISH] For fuck's sake. Fuck.
-Here, here, here.

[IN IRISH] Take that.

[SNIFFS]

I look like a fucking Provey.

[IN ENGLISH] Aye.

DJ fucking Próvai.

[IN IRISH] DJ Próvai.

-I can't...
-Come on.

[IN ENGLISH] DJ Próvai?

DJ fucking Próvai?

[ALL SNIFFING, COUGHING]

[GRUNTS]

-[IN IRISH] You said that was coke, right?
-That's not coke.

Ketamine... That's fucking ket.

Fuck. Did you know?

Wrong pocket.

Great fucking
drug dealer you are.

-Fuck.
-We'll be fucking sweet.

[IN ENGLISH] It's not like we never had
a line of ket before, is it?

[DISTORTED] It'll be 20 minutes
before it kicks in properly.

And, by then,
we'll be halfway done.

No need to panic.

What are youse
flippin' staring at?

-No need to panic.
-No need to panic.

No need to panic.

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Few loose
Capri-Sun and a Mars bar

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] No top moshpit
Swaty balls, encore

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck all else

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Caught in the loop
Like I'm reading a book

But it's the same page
over and over and over and over

Fuck it
Let's watch a movie

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Groundhog
Nothin' to do

It's been too long

I need an encore
And sweaty balls too

So, Mowgli, what are
we gonna do tonight?

Same thing we do every night

Try to take drugs

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

How many times I gotta tell you?
He's either dead or dead to me.

-Same difference.
-Can I come in?

Got a warrant?

You look like shit.

Always did think
you'd make a good Avon lady.

You've no shoes on the rack.

Why have you
no shoes on the rack?

What's that got
to do with anything?

Not much.

Only I've been in this game
long enough to know

you can still be
a victim of men like Arló

without a crime to match it to.

Consider this as the knock
at the door before the knock.

Maybe it's their door you should be knockin' on.

So you want
the police's help now?

Just an observation.

ELLIS: Well, whilst
we're making observations,

him and his wee pal's music...

It's drawn attention
from all the wrong places,

and I count myself
among those places.

Bloody kids, eh?

ELLIS: And when it all falls down,
and it will,

I'm gonna be
knockin' at your door

with one choice,
to dig him out of the rubble.

I won't enjoy it, but don't
doubt for a second I'll do it.

[TEAKETTLE WHISTLING]

How do you take your tea?
A cup or straight in the face?

LIAM: Arló's was a strange
sort of memorial service.

A third of the people
thought he was dead...

He was taken too soon.

...a third thought
he was alive...

It's as if he's never gone.

...and the other third
were undercover peelers.

You don't know me,
but I'm an old, old friend of Arló.

Can I buy you a drink?

[CLEARS THROAT]

We, the Radical Republicans
Against Drugs,

have gathered here today
to honor the memory

of Arló Ó Cairealláin.

When I was a wee boy,

the actions
of Arló Ó Cairealláin

against the imperialist state

were a lesson to me
to follow my dreams,

especially because my dreams
were about killing the Brits.

[SNIFFLING]

He was like a da to me,
so he was.

In recent months,
we have seen a rise

in antisocial behavior
and drugs.

Now we will not tolerate
these parasites

sucking the life
out of this community

with their hedonistic
and toxic lifestyles.

Let us be clear now, okay?

Anybody found to be involved
in the illegal trade of drugs

or encouraging their use
through their actions

are to be considered
legitimate targets.

And it's what Arló Ó Cairealláin
would've wanted.

Where's the... You were meant to give me that
in the car on the way up.

[GUN CLICKS]

[INDISTINCT MURMUR]

-[WEE LIAM IN IRISH] Hear.
-[CLICKS]

-WEE NAOISE: Listen.
-[CLICKS]

-WEE LIAM: Get.
-[CLICKS]

WEE NAOISE: Eat.

What?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing. Just that thing
you do with your mouth.

What thing?

It's a twitch.

A twitch?

I don't do that.

Not anymore.

But you used to.

Back when you used to be

happy.

-[SIREN WAILS]
-[IN ENGLISH] Fuck. The cops.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[CAITLIN CLEARS THROAT]

Is everything okay, Officer?

Would you mind stepping

out of the vehicle
for a breathalyzer, sir?

-He isn't driving.
-Isn't he?

[IN IRISH] It's okay.

[IN ENGLISH] Really?

-She doesn't know, does she?
-Know what?

What about your school?

Do the students call you
Mr. DJ Próvai, or...

Harder.

Now, at the station,
was that when it started?

[BREATHALYZER BEEPING]

I feel like I discovered the Beatles,

if the Beatles were shit.

What is it? Some sort of
early onset midlife crisis?

Some men buy a Porsche,
you join a Republican rap group?

-Why are you doin' this?
-[BEEPING]

Pass.

You have a life.
A career. A future.

Remember I can take it all away
from you like that.

Message from on high.

What those hoods have to say,
this city doesn't need to hear.

Do you understand?

Come on.

Thanks for your time.
Drive carefully.

There's a lot of
lowlife scum around.

[RAPPING] I'm a H-O-O-D

Lowlife scum
That's what they say about me

A dog with a job
What the fuck is that?

When our poor Micky's
just sittin' in the flat

Sippin' on his cans
and smokin' rollies

'Cause all the best jobs
are taken by the dolies

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

Squidgy black, yeah,
craic and mo spliff achan lá

Beat the... and the sesh
Get that note off my car

It's gonna be a bloodbath

It's gonna be a bloodbath

It's gonna be a bloodbath

Throw a hook, a jab and a boot

I sneak a quick toot
Then I fire another boot

For callin' me a fruit
For trying to take the loot

But Billy won't be bothering
any more hoods

Do you want it in your chest?

Or your knees or your head?
DJ Provaí has the lead

You can beg, you can plead
You can tell us what we need

You can change your name
But they're all the fuckin' same

LIAM: Turns out a leafletting campaign

about how your band
gives out free drugs

really drives ticket sales.
No more pay to play with hash.

People were payin' us, cash.

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Equals a cocktail breath
For unleashin' the beast

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
He's beatin' some fella

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Fucked in
to the back of the Jeep

He falls asleep
He does it every week

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Get the Brits out, lad!

A one-way ticket please
I've lost my bus pass

I'm a H-O-O-D

Lowlife scum
That's what they say about me

'Cause I'm a H-O-O-D

Lowlife scum
That's what they say about me

I'm a H-O-O-D

Lowlife scum
That's what they say about me

'Cause I'm a H-O-O-D

Lowlife scum
That's what they say about me

[WHISTLES]

-What the fuck was that?
-What the fuck was that?

Brits out?

I've said far worse things
to you.

-That's different.
-Sorry.

Hold on. You're giving me more
stick for telling youse to leave

than what I just got for
coming here in the first place.

You don't get
to tell me to leave.

-I was fuckin' born here.
-I don't mean you, Georgia.

Brits out,
as in British state, MI5.

Why didn't you say that?

Because it's the chorus
of a fucking song,

not the 1916 Proclamation.

The what?

Don't give me that look because
I don't know some taig shite.

Who the fuck you calling a taig?

You. Or do you want me
to get up on stage and say it?

You seemed just fucking fine in that wee crowd.

Aye. Well, what do you care?

Oh, I don't fuckin' care.

I never want to see you again.

I never want to see you again.

-What's happenin', Georgia?
-Fuck up.

MAN: We have bigger issues
to tackle in our society

than fawning over a language

spoken by less people
in Northern Ireland than Polish.

CAITLIN: But you say that as if
it's something to be proud of.

That the native language
of this island

has been driven
to near extinction.

Type the name "Kneecap"
into the Internet.

So-called Irish language rappers
promoting drug use,

anti-social behavior,
and violence.

One even wears a balaclava

and calls himself DJ Próvai.

This is the true face
of the Irish language.

[IN IRISH] You kept my chair.

[IN ENGLISH] I wouldn't read
too much into that.

[IN IRISH] Thanks for going
to my memorial.

[IN ENGLISH] Well, if you can't
be bothered to go...

[IN IRISH] I'm only saying
it doesn't look very convincing

if my own wife doesn't show.

[IN ENGLISH] Widow.

Widow.

[IN IRISH] Still denying
your native tongue?

I deny the ears
that are hearing it.

[IN ENGLISH] Aye, that lovely
Detective Ellis dropped it round.

[IN IRISH] Why?

[IN ENGLISH] Why do you think?

-I'll take care of it.
-You'll do nothin' of the sort.

Doin' nothin' has allowed
our son to be dealing drugs.

That's unacceptable.

-This operation will not fail.
-Operation?

There is no operation.

Jesus. You're like
one of those Japanese soldiers

still stumblin' round
some jungle 50 years

after the war has ended.

I sacrificed my life
for the cause.

You sacrificed?

You left us in a prison cell
so you wouldn't have to go to one.

That lad is becoming
something despite you.

And if you've come here
to get in his way,

I'll show you a woman go to war.

Aye.

[IN IRISH] So long as you don't have to
leave this house to do it.

[DOOR OPENS, THEN SHUTS]

[FAINT CREAKING]

[IN ENGLISH] Aye, so, turns out
me and Georgia

did want to
see each other again.

Auntie!

How can that be
your fuckin' auntie?

-I know. She's a peeler.
-I know she's a fuckin' peeler.

She's gonna shoot me dead
in your fuckin' hallway.

No, she won't. Unless I tell her
you broke in, and...

That's not even fuckin' funny.

All right. [EXHALES]

Take it off.

[DOOR CLOSES]

He's using you.

-Maybe I'm using him.
-He's trying to get at me.

Don't flatter yourself.
He didn't even know.

And you believe that?

-Who is he to you?
-Nobody.

Then what's the problem?

The same one
that's always been here.

You mix green and orange,
you get brown.

Nobody likes brown.

Some people like brown.
I like brown.

You take some more soup?

Nah. I found it a bit tasteless.

A Belfast band
has been criticized

for chanting
anti-British slogans

at a city center bar,

where Prince William
had spoken 24 hours previously.

MAN: [ON TV] The band involved
are called Kneecap.

The incident is
making headlines,

and they've been condemned
by the DUP.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Isn't that the Kneecappers?

[IN IRISH] Over there.

Don't think so.

It's them.

It's them.

It's definitely them.

Come on. Come on.

Lads.

How are you?

Can we talk to you?

About your music?

[CLEARS THROAT]

This is a big joke to you,
isn't it?

Well, I'm not laughing.

Lads, you have to stop.

All right, it's not helping.

Helping what?

You know well.

The legislation,
the Irish Language Act.

It's a politically
sensitive time.

We have to consider

who are the best ambassadors
for the language.

The only reason why the Irish
language still fucking exists

is because people refused
to not speak it.

No one's telling you
not to speak it.

Once upon a time, a man told us

that the Irish language
was like the last dodo,

stuck behind glass
in some museum.

And to help it to survive,

we had to break the glass
and set the dodo free.

That sounds like
a terrible analogy.

[HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH] There are 80,000
native Irish speakers in Ireland.

Only 6,000 of them
live in the north of Ireland.

[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]

LIAM: Three of us have become rappers.

I don't know if we've become popular by talent,

or if it was just our turn.

It's a weird thing being seen
when you come

from a place that never
wanted you to exist.

I guess sometimes change
happens on the down-low.

Too little to notice
until one day,

you can't not notice.

And by then,
everything's changed.

Including you.

Sometimes change
hits like a filthy bassline.

A boulder being
pushed over a cliff.

You can't control it,
but it's gonna hit on the way down.

But you can be sure as fuck
it's gonna wreck somethin'.

[IN IRISH] Hello.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

[DOOR OPENS]

[IN ENGLISH] Hi, guys.

Um, my name's Lorna.
I'm a radio plugger.

That gig was deadly.

I'm meeting with one of
my contacts at RTÉ tomorrow,

and I'd love to take him
a copy of your music.

Maybe get you Track of the Week.
So what do you think?

Could you get me
somethin' by then?

You mixed up that coke
and ket again, didn't you?

So I'm just gonna
leave this here,

and I'm gonna go.

Fuck.

[IN IRISH] Radio?

Imagine the money.

How much do they pay?

Must be at least 10k a play.

[IN ENGLISH] Well...

[IN IRISH] The woeful pay-per-play rates
of streaming platforms

mean that artists need millions
of plays to make any profit,

so without radio money,

musicians' only revenue stream
would be perpetual tours,

forcing multiple artists
out of the industry every year

due to the associated
mental and physical strain.

We'd better get to the studio.

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
And off to the studio we went.

[SIREN WAILING]

Or at least,
what was left of it.

NAOISE: Those R.R.A.D. bastards...

[IN IRISH] Our music is backed up
on the cloud, though, right?

NAOISE: We have to do something.

Do we fuck.

-Not you.
-Not me?

It was my fucking garage.

I'm with Naoise.

Aye, go start a war
with a paramilitary group.

The British Empire
couldn't win that one,

but I'm sure you'll do
fucking fine.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck's sake.

[IN IRISH] If you two have
a death wish, go ahead,

but don't drag me down with you.

Drag you down?

We've been dragging you along.

This is just
a little hobby for you.

It's all we've got.

And they've
destroyed everything!

Have they? Because the only one
who can do that is you,

if you do something
fucking stupid.

Now we need a mastered track
for tomorrow

from scratch
with no fucking equipment.

That's not going
to fucking happen.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

JJ: [IN ENGLISH] Fucking yes.

[IN IRISH] Look at this, boys.

The Roland 808.

What '80s shite is that?

1980 to 1983, to be precise.

Complete commercial flop,

but it got into the hands
of enough people who mattered

to change the face of
hip-hop music forever.

This is what we're meant
to record the tracks on.

It's fucking fate.

Snare here and snare there.

[IN ENGLISH] Yeah.

[IN IRISH] To kick.

NAOISE: Two kicks, I think.

Boom-boom. Boom-boom-boom.

JJ: We'll bring one in here, too.

NAOISE: That works. That works.

Right then, go ahead.
He'll do the chorus.

[IN ENGLISH]
I got a point to be proving to myself

Sittin' too long
Getting moldy on the shelf

'Cause I'm too far gone...

No, no, no.

Rather be sick in the head
with a little bit of wealth

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
They're doing it to you constantly

An individual is surely
what you want to be

You're born to stand out
Live your fantasy

Before they eat you up
and spit you out and laugh at ye

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] There'll be push backs
But relax, socair

[IN ENGLISH]
I've got a point to be proving to myself

Sittin' too long
Getting moldy on the shelf

I'm too far gone
when it comes to mental health

I'd rather be sick in the head
with a bit of wealth

I prayed to the devil
Let me be rich

Instead, he said

You'll no longer be skint
But you'll be sick in the head

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

-[IN ENGLISH] Yes
-You're a mad cunt, Mo Chara

Sound
I'll be back for a fat loan

That's me never getting dressed
Depressed and always para

Throwing tantrums in my mansion
Am I embarrassed?

Nah

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
When we're smoking

Then we're smoking
till it's all done, all gone,

Oh I imagine till it's all gone

But we're making up our own laws

Never getting worried
about our own flaws

Kneecap, 3CAG,
we're our own gods

Fuck off.

[IN IRISH] I'm done, boys.

[GRUNTS]

[IN ENGLISH] Happy days.

[IN IRISH] I'm out.

-What?
-I can't do this anymore.

It feels like I'm fucking skiing

and both skis are
going further apart.

I'm gonna tear my bollocks open.

I never wanted to ski.

I just wanted to be
a musician, you know?

What do we do with this?

You'll work it out.

[IN ENGLISH] Shit.

Fuck. Let's go. Let's go. Fuck.

Special delivery.

You sell drugs.

You sell them for the Radical
Republicans Against Drugs.

Bit off brand, is it not?

No, it's not, actually,
and here's why, right? Listen.

The Radical Republicans
Against Drugs

are radical Republicans
before they're against drugs.

It's right there in the name.

We're certainly not

Radical Republicans
Against Makin' Money.

Because being radical,
as your da was,

have cost a pretty penny.

Price of Semtex has
gone through the roof.

I'll tell you, honestly.

Some fuckers
are making a killing.

Maybe you shouldn't go about
blowing up garages then.

What are you talking about?

We haven't blown up
any garages, have we?

-No.
-No. Fuck you talkin' about?

Look at me.
Right? No more music.

You hear me? Hey!

Youse are drug dealers.
That's all you'll be.

No more music. All right?

[PHONE RINGING]

[WOMAN SINGING IN IRISH]

[KIDS RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN IRISH]
Breaking in to school property

outside school hours.

Contested or admitted?

Admitted.

Snorting a white substance
on stage.

Admitted.

Indecently
exposing your buttocks

to reveal the words
"Brits" and "out"?

-[SNORTS]
-WOMAN: Archibald.

Admitted. Admitted! Admitted!

Admitted.

Membership of the music group

Kneecap?

-I...
-I know.

You know?

My suspicions were aroused

when the lads started
digging up our garden,

but it was your lovely arse

all over the news
that sealed it.

I do have a lovely arse.

Why didn't you say something?

That twitch with your mouth...

You do it when you're happy.

I wanted to keep seeing it.

I quit.

Work?

No, fuck.

I was sacked from that.

Don't say I'm breaking up
with you

for being in a band
you're not even fucking in.

You're breaking up with me?

You've found what
you were looking for.

That's great.

But I also need to do my thing.

You know?

They're different directions.

They don't work together.

What part of unemployed
musician doesn't work for you?

No one is anyone until they are.

You are.

REPORTER: [IN ENGLISH] And with talks
to get Stormont back up and running

still at a deadlock,

today's An Lá Dearg
Irish language rights march

will further amp up
the pressure on politicians

to find a resolution
to the long-running disputes.

And now, it's time
for Track of the Week,

and I'm so excited
to play you this song

for the very first time
on the airwaves.

[POP SONG PLAYING ON RADIO]

-MAN: [IN IRISH] Irish Language Act.
-CROWD: Now!

[IN ENGLISH]
What the fuck's this shit?

-CROWD: [IN IRISH] Now!
-Irish Language Act.

-Now!
-Irish Language Act.

-Now!
-Irish Language Act.

That was the radio plugger.

[IN ENGLISH] Concerns were raised
around some of the sex and drug references.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

LIAM: There's some things in life
you just don't cross.

Motorways, picket lines,
and West Belfast mas.

[IN IRISH] Stick the kettle on.
I need your help.

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH] News of RTÉ2's decision
was soon flying down the falls

quicker than a joyrider
in a Mitsubishi Evo.

And with each telling, the snub
got more and more heinous.

And they were promised
to be Track of the Week.

[IN IRISH] But when they heard
they were from West Belfast,

they wouldn't play it on the air.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck the fuck off.

This Dublin music executive
tore the record contract up

and called them all
"bin bombers."

LIAM: Hunger strikes, dirty protests.

When it comes
to a good old campaign,

us Fenians do it
better than anyone.

Is that RTÉ?

[IN IRISH]
This is an official complaint.

-[IN ENGLISH] Discrimination.
-Censorship.

Don't make me come down there.

LIAM: West Belfast protested
our persecution

by purchasing our tickets.

Thanks to Naoise's ma,
we sold out quicker than Michael Collins,

but we'll not go there.

There aren't many things
that unite the Irish media,

peelers
and dissident Republicans,

but trying to stop our music
had gone and done it.

Sure, fuck it.

At least we had DJ Próvai

back behind the decks where he belongs.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

No better publicity
than getting banned. Eh, lads?

It's gonna be bunged
out there tonight, so it is.

Anyway, you're late.
So chop, chop.

[IN IRISH] And good luck.

You speak Irish?

[IN ENGLISH] No.

[IN IRISH] But I'm learning.

[IN ENGLISH] Because of youse.

-[HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
-[CROWD CHEERING]

[NAOISE RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Move.

[RAPPING CONTINUES]

[IN ENGLISH] MDMA

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Chlamydia

Fucking animals.

[RAPPING IN IRISH]

[CHEERING]

[RAPPING CONTINUES]

[CHEERING]

[IN IRISH] Listen, you cunts.

The Irish language
and hip-hop go hand in hand.

I don't give a fuck what anyone says.

[CHEERING]

It gave a voice
to the Black people of America.

And now, it's giving a voice
to fucking Irish speakers!

But, Móglaí, they say
we're politicizing the language.

It was them who politicized it

when they fucking banned it.

But it's obvious they failed

when you see all the Fenian cunts
here tonight!

[CHEERING]

[IN ENGLISH] We're getting
whacked out of it.

[IN IRISH] Speaking
in our own tongue!

Giving shit to the peelers,
the politicians, the dissies,

or any other cunt!

CROWD: [IN ENGLISH] Kneecap!
Kneecap! Kneecap! Kneecap!

Kneecap! Kneecap!
Kneecap! Kneecap!

DOYLE: [OVER RECORDING]
You sell drugs, you sell them

for the Radical Republicans
Against Drugs.

Radical Republicans
Against Drugs

are radical Republicans...

-Here. Is that me?
-What?

-Is that me?
-That is fuckin' you.

...Radical Republicans
against money,

because being radical
has cost a pretty penny.

And one other thing, right?
No more music.

You're drug dealers,
and that's all you'll be.

[CROWD SCREAMING, CLAMORING]

Right there!

[IN IRISH] You go, lads.

I've got this.

[YELLING]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH] It was
in this moment JJ showed

he had truly come to embrace
his inner lowlife scumbag,

by doing
something impulsive, violent,

-and utterly fucking pointless.
-[JJ GROANS]

Hey!

[GROANS]

FRA: Wait. Wait.

Who's there?

ARLÓ:
If my son's blood is to be spilt,

then it should be his own blood
pulling the trigger.

[MUFFLED THUDDING]

Leave Georgia alone.

[GRUNTS, COUGHS]

[IN IRISH]
That's not gonna happen.

[IN ENGLISH] Speak English.

[IN IRISH] Speak Irish.

[IN ENGLISH] You think a garage
is the only thing I can burn down?

[GROANS]

[SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[IN IRISH] Our day

will come.

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
And it was at this moment

I realized something
about Georgia.

I fuckin' love her.

[DOOR OPENS]

COP: Oh, fuck.

Leave him, ma'am.
He's had enough.

MAN 1: Give it to him.

Da?

[GUNSHOTS]

[EARS RINGING]

[MEN GROANING]

Who the fuck brings one gun
to a kneecapping?

What if it jams?

What if the person with the gun

decides to fucking shoot you instead?

Like that.

ARLÓ: Amateur hour.

Take your hoods off.

-That one there's an MI5 tout.
-[MAN 1 CRIES IN PAIN]

-He's in the pay of the Special Branch.
-[MAN 2 YELLS]

You just can't be a serious
dissie with judgment like this.

Now, the last of youse
to the end of that alley

gets one behind the ear.

[MEN GROANING IN PAIN]

[IN IRISH] I said you'd end up
down an alley, didn't I?

What did I also tell you?

Every word of Irish spoken...

...is a bullet fired
for Irish freedom.

What you're doing,

you're that bullet, son.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

You better go.

[INAUDIBLE]

[WOMAN SINGING IN IRISH]

LIAM: [IN ENGLISH]
Every word spoken is a bullet.

I reckon everyone's
fired enough bullets by now,

without the need to be shooting
any metaphorical ones.

Maybe not firing the bullet
should be the bullet.

Ah, fuck it. I don't know.

I mean, we didn't set out
to be bullets or guns.

But when did bullets
ever set out to be bullets?

They just are.

Waitin', hopin' to be
unleashed into the world.

To find their velocity.

We'd found our velocity.

[SINGING IN IRISH]

LIAM: [IN IRISH]
Stories are built from language.

Nations are built from stories.

This is our story.

[IN ENGLISH]
The Irish for "the end" is "an deireadh."

Ah, fuck it. Encore.

[H.O.O.D PLAYING]

[IT'S BEEN AGES PLAYING]

[SNIFFLING]