All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S03E01

(Man choking)

You fucked him up, Tommy.

(Groaning and coughing)

Is he going to be alright?

What am I, a bleedin' doctor?

Get inside, will you?
This is all your fault!

So what do you want to do?

This is fucked.

# In the merry month of June
first from home I started

# Left the girls of Tuam
sad and broken-hearted

# Saluted father dear,
kissed me darling mother

# Drank a pint of beer,
grief and tears to smother

# Off to reap the corn,
leave where I was born

# Cut a stout blackthorn
to banish ghosts and goblins

# Brand-new pair of brogues,
rattled over the bogs

# Frightened all the dogs
on the rocky road to Dublin

# One, two, three, four, five

# Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road

# All the way to Dublin

# Whack fol-lol de dah

# In Mullingar that night
rested limbs so weary

# Started by daylight,
next morning bright and early

# Took a drop of pure
to keep my heart from shrinking

# That's the Paddy's cure
if ever he's on for drinking

# See the lassies smile,
laughing all the while

# At the curious style,
it'd set your heart a-bubbling

# Asked me was I hired, wages I
required

# I was nearly tired
on the rocky road to Dublin

# One, two, three four, five

# Hunt the hare
and turn her down the rocky road

# All the way to Dublin

# Whack fol-lol de dah

# In Dublin next arrived,

# Thought it such a pity
to be so soon deprived

# A view of that fine city

# Then I took a stroll all among the
quality

# My bundle it was stole

# In a neat locality

# Something crossed my mind

# As I looked behind

# No bundle could I find
upon the stick a-wobbling

# Enquiring for the rogue

# Said my Connaught brogue
wasn't much in vogue

# On the rocky road to Dublin

# One, two, three four, five

# Hunt the hare and turn her
down the rocky road

# All the way to Dublin

# Whack fol-lol de dah. #

NIDGE: Don't be giving him Sambuca.

I don't give a shit, Brian.
I'm on the way there now.

Alright, bye.

Alright. What's up?

Fran the Man's in the bar.
Mad for the gargle, he is.

- When did he get out?
- A couple of days ago.

He's looking for a loan.

- Are you going to give it to him?
- Yeah. Why not?

Lend him a few bob for a few weeks.
Costs me nothing.

Let him kiss my ass and tell me
I'm a great fella. What's wrong with
that?

Would he think you're a great fella
if he knew you were hopping up on
his missus?

The only way he'd find that out
is if he done a Ouija board.

"Fran, this is Linda.

I'm speaking to you from beyond the
grave, you bleedin' thicko.

Nidgy was giving it to me and I
loved it."

You're a sick fuck, you know that,
Nidge.

She was a cracker,
all the same, Darren. Cracker.

You never know, do you.

You never know what?

You never know what goes
through anybody's mind.

You'd never have thought it, would
you?

That she'd have topped herself.

I have to believe him, don't I.

Do you not think you should
get yourself tested? Just in case.

Just 'cause, like, she's a junkie
and all.

If he was with her, even the once...
The dirty bitch.

Do you know what I mean?

He said he didn't, Donna.

All she's doing is taking advantage
of him 'cause he feels sorry for
her.

Alright.

(Chatter)

How's tricks, Janet? Doing your tax
there.

Shut up, you.

Here. We don't want Nidge behind
on his VAT.

- Is Debbie about?
- She's in the back.

Hey. You looking for me or
something?

Yeah. Siobhan saw my phone
yesterday. She thinks something's
going on.

I need you to stop texting me,
Debbie, or phoning me.

You don't text me and I won't text
you. How's that?

You're mad in the head, Karlo,
but I love you.

- It's a good job.
- It's a good job! No, it's not.

All them bleedin' bus drivers
are foreigners now.

Having your sandwiches with them
in the canteen.

Be eating rice, so they would.

- They give you free travel.
- What are you on about, the bus
pass!

Jesus! Nice one.

- Did you tell Nidge I was here?
- Yeah, he's on the way back now.

What's the story with his mobile?
I was trying him on it.

He's got about ten of them.

Get a free uniform as well and all.

A free uniform.

A free uniform.
You need to get your head examined.

Nidgy!

- Fran the Man!
- Nidgy!

You know Darren.

I know Darren. Of course I know
Dazzler.

Get off me!

What do you want?

What did I do?

What do you want? I didn't do
nothing.

You're a drug dealing scumbag.
Lie him down here.

No! Get off me!

- Where's the money?
- I'll get it for you. I swear.

Oh, no.

- Hold him still, will you?
- Jesus Christ, no.

Please!

(Screams)

It's nothing, Fran. Forget about it.

It's not nothing. This will get me
started.

- (Phone rings)
- It's not nothing.

I have to get out of here, but if
there's anything you need,
anything...

- I'm there for you.
- Cheers, man.

See this fella. If it wasn't for him
I'd be locked up for years.

- Isn't that right?
- Yeah.

The filth trying to get him to make
a statement against me and him in
hospital.

Quality. Quality he is, Nidge. But
he's mad.

Wants to be a bus driver.

- I'll see you again. Thanks.
- Good luck, Frano.

- What?
- Someone's kneecapped Aido.

- What? Who done that?
- The RA.

The RA?

Man, this is beyond me.

(Phone buzzes)

Yeah.

He what?

Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

- What's wrong, Da?
- Jesus, God give me patience,
Daniel.

Who told you to shoot
your man today?

You're a muppet. You were seen.

And you know what?
You got the wrong guy.

- I didn't get the wrong guy.
- You did.

- He was a scumbag, Da.
- They're all scumbags, Daniel.

Greedy, jumped up little toy
soldiers, no ethics.

Believe in nothing. Worthless.
I wouldn't piss on them.

But this one was not to be touched.

What's the point in shooting
the ones that's paying up?

You have to be smart.

Look, Daniel, this one I want to use
for something. Do you get me?

That's all it is.

I already explained the situation to
you. He didn't know he was your guy.

- Yeah, but how did it happen?
- I don't know. It happened.

- He's not dead, is he?
- No, but he's in hospital, Git.

I'm going up to see him
and he's in a bad way.

Nidge, I'd get off the high horse if
I was you.

It was an accident, genuine.

If you want to make a big deal about
this, go ahead.

Do whatever the fuck you want to do
and then see what happens.

So?

So you're going to do nothing?

- Are you serious, Nidge?
- Yeah. That's exactly what I'm
going to do.

- Going to suck it up.
- That's bullshit. We should do
something.

Do what?
This is heavy duty we're talking
here.

You don't fuck with these guys. You
don't.

It's like taking on an army.
You don't know who they are.

Go after Git and then one
after the other, they come after
you.

- What about Aido?
- Well...

He's a flesh wound,
so at least he'll walk again.

So are we going to swing by the
hospital, see how he's doing?

You go.

Alright, Aido?

How are you doing, pal? Are you
alright?

(Mumbles)

Say again, Aido.

Water.

More.

Thanks, Darren.

Night-night, Baba. Mwah.

(TV on)

I was going to order a curry.
Do you want one?

Yeah.

- Is there nothing on?
- No.

I'm going out.

So you don't want a curry?

Same again here.

What the fuck...

- Are you alright?
- Fuckin' prick ran that way.

Go, go, go!

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

Go inside.

Go on.

(Phone rings)

How are you, Git?

I told you not to get on your high
horse, didn't I.

You think you can take a pop at me?

You know what I'll do? I'll burn
your house with you and your family
in it.

Every one of yous. Do you hear me?

(Drumming and cheering)

- What's up with you?
- Up late last night, were you?

- Are you having your period?
- You have me fucked.

- What are you talking about?
- You don't know?

What?

Someone threw a pipe bomb
at Git Loughman's place last night.

- You don't know anything about
that? - No. How would I?

- You prick.
- You didn't do it?

No.

I'm going mad, so I am. I thought it
was you.

I'm sorry, buddy.

He asked me to meet him today at his
place.

- I wouldn't go.
- I'm gonna have to go.

If I don't, he'll think I done it,
won't he?

(Pipes)

I swear to you, Git. If I knew I'd
tell you.

I'm here on my own, aren't I?

Maybe you went home
and put some coke up your nose.

Reckoned you could say: Fuck you,
Git.

Then you wake up and try and brass
neck it.

Git, I'm not going to start World
War 3 with you over Aido.

On my kids' lives, I swear I didn't.

Let them be dead tomorrow
if I'm lying to you.

You don't need to be swearing on
your kids.

If one of your lads done it,
Dublin's small, you know,

and I'll find out about it soon
enough.

I swear I had nothing to do with it.

You want a drink?

You know what, Git, I'd murder a
drink.

(News commentary)

Sorry about yesterday.
Siobhan was freaking.

I forgive you.

The Yanks love it in here on Paddy's
Day.

They go mad for us.

They even have two dwarf girls in
from Liverpool, if you want to fuck
a leprechaun.

- Who wants to fuck a leprechaun?
- Nidge's idea.

They'd be betting each other
to do it for the laugh.

I can have one of them
come in with us if you want.

No.

You can't get enough of me, can you?

You're obsessed with me.

Look, Debs, I'm sorry about
yesterday. It came out wrong.

I want to see you and all
but I need you to stop texting me.

Siobhan thinks something's up.

I'll still come whenever I can but..

So I can fuck you but I can't phone
you, is that it?

I'm on the clock so let's get down
to it, yeah.

It's going to be the busiest day
of the year for me.

Why?

Paddy's Day today
and I'm a red-haired colleen.

Why do you think?

- Same again here.
- I'm grand, Git. I've barely
touched this one.

By the time he has it over
you'll be halfway through it.

- My grand uncle was in 1916.
- Get up the yard, Nidge.

Half the country's grandparents
were supposed to be there.

God's truth. He was only 14 or 15
but he looked older.

- I seen pictures and everything.
- What was his name?

Uh...

Quinlan was his last name.
Can't remember his first name.

Stick another two on when you get
a chance, Seanie. Slainte.

Slainte.

Here he is now. This is my son,
Daniel.

This is Nidge. I think
you might've met one of his lads
before.

- Alright.
- You alright?

Relax. Come on around, Dano.

Nidge has nothing to do with last
night. I believe him.

He's here now. He might be a
scumbag...

I'm only joking. You're a decent old
skin.

It's Paddy's night so we'll put all
ancient history behind us and have a
drink.

- What do you say, Nidge?
- I'll drink to that.

Know what we might do, Dano, my old
son.

- We might head into town.
- Oh, yeah?

Nidge, you could do the taxi there,
yeah?

Yeah. No problem.

I'll just go to the jacks.

Darren. It's on the move
with the heavy gang but it's all
good.

I'll talk to you later.

He's a scumbag, Da. What are we
doing going drinking with him?

What's the plan?

We piggyback off him. That's the
plan.

- What do you mean?
- Get the weapons in on his boat.

Whoever he's paying off,
he's getting his gear in all the
time.

And here we are with the branch all
over us.

- On the same boat?
- Yeah. That's what I'm saying.

Look, Daniel, he's like a little
Jack Russell.

All he wants you to do is pat him
on the head and play with him.

You understand?
See him there shitting himself.

He's a useful idiot. And we'll use
him.

- Will we go?
- Do you like Jack Russells, Nidge?

Yeah. Love dogs. Don't like cats.

- Dogs all the way.
- I knew you'd be a Jack Russell
man.

Come on.

# Heavy rock

Come on!

(Singing)

(Laughs)

Sinn Fein scum, selling us out.

I swear, Nidge,
I never thought I'd see the day.

Having their protest there
when the Queen came that time

and there they are
administering her rule of law,

Brit fuckin' justice in our country.
It disgusts me. It does.

I mean, do you have an interest
in Republican politics at all
yourself?

Or are you just another greedy
little scumbag out for himself?

No. No. I'd be proud to be Irish, of
course.

I'll be honest with you now, Git.

I think we're Irish, and if you
don't like it you can, you know,
you can fuck off.

Let me ask you something.

If I had, let's say,
a shopping list of whatever.

And I had it sorted the other side.
All you had to do was pick it up.

Is that something
you think you could do for me?

If you don't want to, you don't want
to.

No. I could do that, Git,
no problem.

Good man. I knew you had it in you.

There must be some rebel blood
in you somewhere, boy.

- Come on, we'll head.
- (Phone rings)

What did I tell you about staying
away from that heavy stuff?

- What are you talking about?
- Come on.

Nigel, you're a total pig.

I don't know where you are
so I got a taxi to the Chinese.

I've had a shit day. Warren was
asking all day where his daddy was.

Anyway, I'm here now.

I mean, what country wouldn't give
its right arm for Paddy's Day?

I mean, what's the Swedes or Germans
got?

- Nidge.
- Jeez, Elmo. What are you doing
here?

- I moved back.
- Where were you, Liverpool?

- No, Manchester.
- Right. How's everything?

- Good. I have a kid now.
- What?

It's all good. Good to see you, pal.

I'm hearing a load of good things
about you.

- This is my cousin Gary. Gary,
Nidge. - Alright.

This is my old buddy Elmo.

This is Git and this is Dano.
That's his cousin. What's your name?

- Gary.
- Gary.

Git. I know who you are alright.

Nidge making a donation
to the prisoners fund, is he?

I was thinking of setting up
my own prisoners fund

if you wanted to give us a dig out.

- What you on about?
- Relax. Relax.

He's had a few I'd say. Have you,
Elmo?

- Come on, we'll head.
- I'm alright.

I know you are, Elmo.

- I'm only takin' the piss.
- I know. It's good to see you.

Don't take the poor box now.

I know you need to get money
for the prisoners from Nidge,

but leave the poor box where it is.
You bleedin' moocher.

(Screams)

Get off him.

- They've had enough.
- Get your hands off me.

OK. Town's crawling with cops.
We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

Come on!

(Sings)

- Wooh!
- (Music ends)

Get off me.

(Snores)

You're alright, love.
Too much pot. Get off me.

GIRL: All right.

Nidge, do you have any
of them little blue pills?

Yeah. Little blue ones. Blue ones.

Here.

Needed a bit of juice is all.

Dano'll drop that shopping list
into you in a couple of days

as soon as we find out
what's needed. - What?

Yeah, whatever you want. Coke,
hash, pills, whatever you want.

No, you stupid prick.
What do you think I am?

Hang on.

Sorry, Git, I'm saying whatever you
want. Anything you want.

Have you been listening to me at
all?

You think I want to get in the drug
business, is that it?

No.

You see where I live. Am I living it
large?

Big houses, big cars, foreign
holidays.

You think I wear silk stockings
underneath these trousers?

Uh... No.

- Get them the fuck out of here.
- Go on. Go on.

Sorry, Git, I thought when you said
gear...

The only gear I'm interested in is
timers, coils, AKs, yeah?

Serious hardware.

That's what I'm talking about.
I don't want your bleedin' drugs.

Alls I need is to bunk a lift on
your boat.

You think you can do that for me?

Yeah. Sorry. No problem.

Alright. No problem.

- I'm getting worried now, Darren.
- Here, I'll try him.

(Phone rings)

- Darren.
- Nidge, I'm here with Trish.

Tell her to go home, pain in the
hole.

I'll talk to her later. See you in a
bit.

I rang him 20 times.
No answer, not even a text.

I could've been dead.
You ring him and he answers.

What does that tell you?

- I'm going home.
- Ah, Trish, come on.

(Rings bell)

- Here. You talk to her, will you?
- Who?

His missus. Georgina.

Doesn't like me. Blanks me.

Bitch knows we're out here.

Will you hurry up and open up!

Freezing my bollocks off out here.

She's a headcase.

I'll wait in the car.

Git.

Sorry. Git asked me to drop him off
to you.

- He had a few too many.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Come on.

- Have you got him?
- Yeah. Good man.

Now. Okay.

- Thanks.
- It's nothing.

- He'll be alright, will he?
- Yeah.

I'll roll him on his side
so he doesn't choke on his tongue or
vomit.

But...there's always a chance that
he will. If I say the prayers!

I better hit the road.
Get the other fella home.

- Good luck with that.
- Cheers. See you.

Do you want to share a taxi,
Siobhan?

No?

Right. I'll see yous later.

Siobhan, get a taxi home with Trish,
will you?

You go home if you want.
I'll keep going.

- There's no place open.
- There's the Shibeen.

- We're all going home now.
- No, you're not.

One pint with Darren is all I'm
having and straight home after you.

Get a taxi with Trish
and she'll drop you home.

No.

- You'll look after me, won't you,
Darren? - Yeah.

Are you sure you don't want me
to drop you home, Git?

It'll be hard to get a taxi
later on.

Let's rock on, Nidge.
Kick on till the early hours.

Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Come on. Put on some music.
- There's no music.

Well, put on the radio, then.
I want to dance.

Yous are no fun. Come on.

Okay, if that's the way,
I'm ringing Donna and heading out to
a club.

- I'll put on some music if you
want. - Whoo!

(Music starts)

- Come on, Darren. You dance with
me. - No. No.

You're no fun.

- Pint, Git?
- Whiskey, Nidge, if you have it.

Absolutely.

- This is Tommy and Darren. This is
Git. - Alright.

- And that's Siobhan.
- What about me?

Here. She's had enough.

- Nidge, give me a drink.
- What do you want?

- Vodka.
- I'll drop it down to you.

When I come back, it better be
there.

She'll crash soon enough.

Tommy.

I'd take a line if I was offered.

- Woof!
- Ooh-hoo!

You know what I'm going to say,
Nidge. You're a decent skin.

Cheers, Git.

And this is Paddy's Day, right.

One of those days
when you've a license to go mad.

Drinking on Good Friday. Has to be
done.

Of course it does, Git.

I'm going to go for a piss.

How's the little lady?

I was looking for the gents.

Don't ask me.

Here's as good a place as any.

Look away now, young lady.

Unless of course you want to look.

I'm sure it's nothing
you haven't seen before.

(Sighs)

It's cold enough tonight.

Here she comes.

Nah.

I'll have to wait.

- Give us an old kiss, will you.
- Fuck off.

- Come on. Come on.
- No. Get away!

- I seen you dancing out there.
- Get away from me!

- Give me a kiss there.
- Get your fuckin' hands off me.

Where's she gone to now?

Tommy, leave it. Will you leave it?

Bleedin' animal! See what he done to
her!

(Chokes)

(Sobs)

- (Sobs)
- Ssh.

You fucked him up, Tommy.

Is he going to be alright?

What am I, a bleedin' doctor?

Get inside, will you? This is all
your fault!

So what do you want to do?

This is fucked.

- How?
- He must've hit her first.

Stupid. Should've brought her home.

He was there on top of her,
hammering away like a bleedin' goat.

(Sobs)

Shut up, Siobhan.
We've to figure out what to do.

Nidge!

So you want to go prison?

Do you want to go to prison? 'Cause
I tell you now, you need to shut
your mouth.

- Jesus, man.
- I told you to bring her home,
didn't I?

I told you to bring her home.
Now look at the shit heap we're in.

(Wails)

Look, Siobhan, it's over. Okay,
darlin'? You're not helping us here.

I didn't do anything. He just...

- He just...
- Sweet mother of Jesus.

Siobhan, get a grip.
Tommy, bring her inside.

Come on, we'll go inside.

- It wasn't my fault. I done nothing
to him. - I know. I know.

Jesus Christ. No-one's saying it
was your fault, but you're not
helping us here.

We need to figure out what to do,
so go inside,

have a good cry or whatever.
But this is serious shit here.

It's okay.

- Can I have a cigarette?
- Of course.

Give me one of them, will you.

(Choking and gurgling)

- What will we do, call an
ambulance? - No. Fuck.

No ambulance.
Not till we see what the story is.

Have to do something.

What do you think?

He looks a bit green about the
gills.

You need to get Siobhan out of here.

Siobhan, darling, you're okay.

- You're okay, but listen to me.
- I want to go home.

I know and Tommy's
going to bring you home now.

This is some heavy-duty shit here
and when you get home

you can't say nothing to nobody,
okay?

Not the family, not your friends.

'Cause this guy,
we've to figure out what to do with
him

but whatever happens,
if his friends find out...

..we're all going to be dead. Okay?
You understand?

Good girl. Come on.

You alright? You'll be alright.
You got a nasty fright but it's over
now.

Good girl.

- Do you think his neck's broke?
- Yeah.

What are we going to do?

What are we going to do?

Right.

What did you go and do that for?

Well, he wasn't walking out of here
on his own, was he?

We could've dumped him on the road,
as a hit-and-run.

I was just putting him out of his
misery. That's all it is. There's no
other way.

(Phone rings)

Nidgy, my old pal. What's up with
you?

No problem.

Don't worry. I'll come on my own.

Stay here, will you?

Wherever there's trouble
you show up like a poxy bad penny.

You brought your dog van with you,
did you?

Going to show me the mess that needs
cleaning up or will I head back out?

'Cause I'll tell you this now.
Keep up your lip and you'll see
where it gets you.

Frano.

You've a mess on your hands
right enough there.

- Who is he?
- Git Loughman.

The RA man? Jesus.

That's bad news, Nidgy. How did it
happen?

Can you help me out here, buddy, or
not?

No-one knows he's here.

No problem. I'll help you out.

Nidgy, I told you already.
No problem.

I've the digger there on the site,
doing the drains.

Bury him deep enough,
he'll never be found.

It's getting him there is all.

I'll be honest with you, I've had a
few.

I'll help you burying him,
and you can use the van,

but one of yous will have to drive
it.

I'm not fucking getting caught
with your man in the van.

I'll drive the van.

- Are you sure, Darren?
- Yeah.

Right.

Do you have anything
we can wrap him up in?

Yeah, I've got stuff in the car.
Back in two minutes.

Cheers, Darren.

- I'll be in the car ahead with
Fran, yeah? - Yeah.

We can scout on ahead.

Covered him up with stuff,
but if they search the van you're
screwed.

You're alright, Dazzler,
even if you did kill my dog.

- Keep on the phone, yeah?
- Yeah.

(Ringing)

- Alright, Darren?
- Yeah.

Coola boola, Nidgy. Coola boola.

It was a good job I had the phone
turned on when you rang me.

Yeah. Appreciate it, Fran.

I was with this bird. She nearly had
me pulled when you rang.

Left it another ten minutes I was
gone.

- Pure blind luck you got me.
- Yeah. Lucky enough I got you,
Fran.

Exactly. That's what I'm always
talking about, the universe.

- It all balances out in the end.
- Bollocks.

What?

- Cops.
- Darren.

The coppers have a checkpoint ahead.
Turn off.

Yeah, got you.

How you doin', Guard?

- Where are you coming from?
- The airport. Just picking this
fella up.

- At this time?
- Yeah, the flight was delayed.

Go on.

- Alright. Thank you, Guard.
- Happy St. Patrick's Day.

- What the fuck was that?
- What?

What do you need to attract
attention for?

Relax. We're through.
Coola boola. Happy days.

(Dogs barking)

Jeez, that was close.

Thanks, Darren, you're a pal.

- I'll go get this sorted. Alright?
- Alright, man.

(Wind whistles)

- It's cold, man.
- Yeah.

- Want one?
- No.

(Digger engine starts up)

Come on.
You grab the head, I'll grab the
feet.

Lucky I had the digger with the
drains.

He won't get too far away
from there.

If I was thinking straight
I should've put a bullock carcass
on top if it,

in case they came with the
infra-red.

What?

I'm starving. I need to eat.

There's an all-day breakfast place
up the road.

Turn off the light.

- How are we going to handle all
this? - Don't know. I haven't a
clue.

(Sniggers)

- What?
- Come on.