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You look like a man that's being eaten

from the inside out.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I think you know, Leo.

Well

You've wasted--

You've wasted the fucking trip.

The tumor

The tumor's going to do the job for you.

Oh, I don't know about that.

There's still things we can do.

Donal!

Donal, help me!

Oh!

You all right? You all right?

I fell.

Before or after?

Before.

I'm only after washing those floors.

Thank you.

You get what you're owed.

Don't you worry about that.

So, I can't square you altogether.

Uh, hang on, hang on.

I brought you something instead.

She barely made it over the road.

But a man like you could fix her up and sell her

on for a good profit.

Or you could always hang on to it.

Ask that Liz one to go on a bit of a holiday.

I couldn't leave my ma on her own.

You're too loyal, Donal.

Get out and enjoy yourself.

The couch turns into a bed.

So, what do you think?

With this, plus 200?

Poor old Tommy Rafferty's gone.

Is he?

Hm.

There's a wake, we'll need to be at.

Aye.

I might give his wife a call

and see if she needs a hand with the sandwiches.

Yeah, they'd be lucky to have yours.

Jesus, I didn't realize you were that fond

of Tommy Rafferty.

I-I'm not.

It's just, everybody I know is fucking dying.

I can stay in tonight if you want.

Don't be silly.

I'll press your shirt.

Same again?

No. I'll um

An old gin and tonic.

-Living dangerously. -Duh, you know me.

-How's your ma? -Best.

You should bring her down here some night.

Oh, she's at the stage, now, you know,

she doesn't like to leave the house anymore.

Do you ever get a chance to head out for a night yourself?

Sorry Donal. Give me a sec.

Lads, less of the shit. It was an accident, Liz.

My wee darling, eh?

All right men,

give her room to dry it up.

Get your fucking hand off me. Fucking silver-back.

Oh, what the fuck you gonna do, eh?

What? You gonna tell your ma?

I mean, how the fuck is it, a man your age

can still live with his ma?

Ha. What the fuck is that about?

Young wee boys like you, shouldn't take drink

if they can't hold it.

Don't fucking look at me like that again!

One, two, out to fuck, young man.

Where did you get this?

Bernard. Some job isn't she?

Come on in.

Will we go for an old spin?

I'm too old for that carry on now.

What was the name of that beach where

you and Da used to have the caravan at?

Montague.

So, we'll sure go there.

-I don't think so, Donal. -Aw, come on.

I'll put Big Tom on the speakers.

-It'll be good craic. -Donal.

Would you just fucking leave it?

And you shouldn't be spending so much time on these machines.

There's a pile of work to be done around here.

Well.

I brought you these.

Thank you.

If you want to take a spin away down the country

by yourself, I won’t mind.

I'll be grand on my own.

Not now, I'm all right.

The wee beach was beautiful.

Well

Whatever you do, leave this door open a bit.

I like that old tune.

Makes no difference Who you are

Skid Row Joe or superstar

Ma?

Donal, help!

Ma!

Ma?

Ma? Ma.

Hello? Hello.

I think need help.

I know this is hard, but it's important

we get the information while it's still fresh.

I saw a man leaving the house.

Clean shaven light hair.

Fancy looking sort of boy.

You were outside?

I was sleeping in the shed.

I heard noises.

I went to look and

saw two men leaving the house.

And you're sure about that?

Didn't I tell you?

Clean shaven, light hair.

Fancy looking sort of a boy. Yeah.

And what about the man inside the car?

Did you get a look at him?

Sir, we're not finished here yet.

Oh, give him a minute. Fucking hell.

She'd go clean mad if she knew her wake was closed coffin.

She would not.

Oh, you wanna see her when she was younger.

Couldn't leave the house

without the old paint scraper makeup.

That's a sin.

Sorry, cub.

Aye, she was a good sister.

Good mother.

She was lucky to have you.

Sorry for your trouble, Donal. Wild altogether.

Aye. Thanks, Marcus.

Sorry for your loss, eh?

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Hey boy, what's going on here?

Put that shotgun down.

I said put that shotgun down.

What's this carry on boys?

Now step forward and fuck up.

Up.

Holy fuck! How much slack did you give that thing?

Now, take it up more two foot.

And you, stand over there.

More than that.

What did you do?

What are you doing here?

They're checking in.

Who is?

-I'll ask them direct. -All right!

We were sent to kill you.

Well, you went at it in a bit of a roundabout way.

They wanted it to look like you did it yourself.

-Why? -He had all the information.

They don't tell me anything.

This is so bad. This is so fucking bad.

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Police, fire or ambulance?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Tell them everything went grand.

If you don't talk to them, I will.

Damien? No.

It's Bartosz here.

You put Dee-Put Dee on the fucking phone!

He is taking a shit.

Did you get it done? Yes, yes.

Right. The cockle bar. Twelve tomorrow.

Can I see her then? Aye, yeah. Surely. Aye.

Now what?

Hey!

Now what?

Makes no difference Who you are

Skid Row Joe or superstar

You're going out The same way you came in

Oh you're going out The same way you came in

Makes no difference Who you know

Or where you've been

Makes no difference Who you are

Skid Row Joe or superstar

You're going out The same way you came in

Yeah, you're going out The same way you came in

-Now get chatting. -About what?

Start off easy.

What's your name?

Bartosz.

And where you from?

Bydgoszcz.

-Poland. -That other boy on the blower,

is he-Is he Polish as well?

-His name's Gavigan. -What's he look like?

I don't know. Regular.

I don't have a picture.

Fancy looking sort of a boy?

Uh, how fancy?

Why did he kill Florence?

-Who? -My ma.

Do you not know what happened to her?

Two men broke into her house.

And caved her head in with her own clock.

I take it this

Gavigan, boy, is one of them.

I don't know.

I dunno.

You wouldn't be the best boy for this job, would you?

They have my sister.

I do as they say.

Or they're going to hurt her.

They have lots of girls.

What? Like pimps?

You really don't want to start messing around these people.

Oh, aye?

Are they as bad as you, are they?

Just let me go and straighten this out. Please.

Please.

What are you going to tell them?

That you hung a noose too low

and you ballsed the whole thing up?

If these boys are as bad as you say they are

you're in a lot of bother.

If he finds out what really happened

he's going to kill her.

Well then the way I see it

you need to help me.

I tried to get to her once.

Didn't take them long to catch me though.

You must have history of ballsing things up, have you?

Maybe.

-What do you call her anyway? -Kaja.

That's her real name.

But I don't know what they make her use now.

I think, it's her.

But that's not the man, was at the house.

Gavigan must be inside.

Right you go to the front door.

Now if you try anything

I swear to God, you'll be the first one

to get the two barrels. Happy enough?

Grand. Come on.

Where's Damien?

He's not here yet?

Is Damien here with us, Jerome?

I swear.

He said he would be here.

This was an important job.

It came from herself.

So, of course I asked Dee to bring proof that it was done.

Have you got any?

Damien-Damien has the pictures on his phone.

You can't blame me if he's not here.

Please.

-I want to see my sister. -She's not here.

I just saw her come in.

-Oh, you-you mean her. -Hm.

Show him who he means.

This is Sophia. She tried to run.

Now

Management have very specific

rules about girls who try to run.

Okay! Okay! Damien is dead!

Did you kill him?

No. The farmer did.

Then I killed the farmer.

See.

Doesn't it feel good to tell the truth?

Just, let me talk with her at least.

She's working. She doesn't have time to talk.

Don't feel too bad. This was gonna happen anyway.

No!

Hey!

Let me out the fuck! Hey!

Let me out the fuck!

What going on in there, Jerome?

Don't you be interfering with that body.

Put the hammer down.

Put it down!

Well.

Is it him?

No.

But I'd say, he knows.

You're the farmer?

You and me's gonna go and have a wee chat.

Now if you mess me a bit,

I'll splatter your head all over that wall.

Happy enough?

Come on.

You should have brought your tractor.

It might have been less conspicuous.

How hard do you think it'll be to find a Polack

and a culchie in a red camper van?

-Shut your Jesus mouth. -Jesus, Donal.

Get him in the fuck.

Sorry for your trouble.

That wasn't my sister.

Oh.

Well, she was belonging to somebody somewhere.

I just want to ask him a lock of questions.

Might be waiting a while.

Could you eat?

Get chatting.

Go and shite, your dirty, bog-hopping whore.

That's wild language.

I bet a boy like you, ever spent a day in the bog.

You just go around robbing old ladies.

Why couldn't you just leave it at that?

Don't know?

Because she was a cunt?

I'll not have anyone say a bad word about Florence.

Bartosz, have you forgotten about your fucking sister?

Never mind the sister.

Look, if you just stop this now

I'll forget about it.

Look, I didn't kill your mother, I wasn't even there!

So, who did?

Okay, okay, okay.

All I know is, they wanted you dead.

So, I sent this idiot and one of my better men to do it.

Who's they? Is one of them a fancy looking sort of a boy?

That's one way to describe him.

His name is Trevor Ballantine.

And who was the other one with him?

That's the boss.

Frankie?

Come on up, I'm getting dressed.

I'll just be a sec.

No rush.

I took a look at the new premises.

They're expensive.

Well, we can afford it.

It would be good for us to be more upmarket.

People are going there for one thing, Frankie.

The outcome is always the same. Upmarket or not.

-We could charge more. -Huh.

With the quality of people we have, you wanna start

charging the customers more, you're gonna have to offer

something other than a better postcode.

And then you get into specialist services.

And then you start attracting

weirdos.

And I've dealt with enough fucking weirdos

in my time.

Yes. Yes you have.

Thank you, Trevor.

So, how is Gavigan getting on?

Good.

He's all over it.

So, this Frankie Pierce and Ballantine

are burglars?

Out on a job

get panicked when Florence wakes.

And they kill her.

Then they put you in charge of getting rid of me?

You have no fucking clue.

Well, if they weren't going to rob us,

-why were they there? -I don't know.

Watch him. I'm away for a slash.

Bartosz. Bartosz come here.

If you snip these cable-ties, I'll make sure Frankie

never finds out about this.

How about you just tell me what name Kaja is using, huh?

Okay. They call her

Fuck!

What in the name of Jesus?

Useless as tits on a boar.

Let me get through to you.

Oh, come on.

You, uh

You left something in the car

the other night.

I was wondering where they were.

Is it sorted?

I'm in a fucking bind here, Trevor!

Okay, slow down.

Have you taken care of it?

No I haven't fucking taken care of it.

He's chasing me right now. Hey!

Who's chasing you? Frankie?

Oh, shit.

Uh, the farmer.

What have you told him?

I'm sorry, Frankie. He's a fucking headcase!

He burned me with a pot of beans.

All over it?

It's fine.

We'll fix it.

I'll make sure your sister knows,

you're the reason, I'm sawing her hands and feet off.

Hey boy!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Is it bad?

Please, help me.

Where do I find Pierce?

Please.

-Take me to a hospital. -Donal, we should.

I won't say anything!

Alisha. They call your sister Alisha.

Here. Come on now.

We'll need a spade for that ground.

Bartosz came in asking about his sister.

What sort of a name is Bartosz? Polish.

Him and Dee were supposed to do a hit on some farmer.

But, uh, Dee never came back.

How is it, that you are still here?

He locked me in the store.

You should have handled the farmer personally, Trevor.

Isn't that what we pay Gavigan for?

You're the fucking prick he saw.

Jerome, which of these whores is the pole's sister?

I can't remember her name, I mean

Oh, there's so many of them.

But, what? You know, Jerome, being a big cunt

isn't really good enough for anymore.

You need to know shit as well.

Listen to what's going on around you.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Do you hear what I'm fucking, fucking, saying?

Yes, Frankie.

You personally find out who this girl is,

and you go along with him to see

how someone with a fucking brain functions in the world.

I'm gonna try Gavigan again.

This is the third person I've buried this week.

They instigated this. This is not our fault.

I think, we may have to take some of the blame for this one.

Hello?

Oh, hi there.

Uh, we should talk about this, before anyone else gets hurt.

Same way as you talked to my ma?

If that's how you want it.

I just want to know

why?

If you have to ask that, then you didn't know her

that well at all.

I know you think it was just a case

of wrong place, wrong time.

But believe me, she's had a target

-on her back for years. -Target on her back?

She was a wee innocent old doll.

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

I only have to tell myself it once.

Target is on your back now.

Target is on your back?

Are you a fucking assassin now?

Where are we going?

-Donal? -You all right?

Aye, middling enough I suppose.

Nothing strange going on?

Not that I know of.

You and your mate wanna come in for a mug of tea?

No, he's all right in the Van.

I'll maybe take a quick drop.

Oh, Lord.

It's good to see you

to have your mind off your mother anyway.

There you go.

Aye, speaking of that

Do you know this boy here?

Where did you get this?

Ma's room. Under a mattress.

You know, uh,

there was something, came through the letter box

the other day, that you might be interested in.

Eamon.

He was a friend of hers.

After your old boy died, he helped her out.

He was very good to her.

Was there

something going on?

God, no.

Ah, they were just good friends.

He had his own family and all.

That's the daughter there. Frances.

He called her Frankie.

What was his name?

Joe Pierce.

He died

years ago.

Got involved with the wrong people at a time,

when that was the thing to do.

Them, same people then started to think

that he was talking to the government.

Your mother

Well, she tried to help him out.

Let him hide out at the caravan, down on Montague beach but

They caught up with him.

Killed him.

I never knew anything about that.

Your mother didn't want you to have any part

of what went on back then.

There's some bad friggers in this world.

You're lucky, you did not have to deal with any of them.

So, she took you and headed off to the glorious countryside.

In another life,

you could have been an oul townie, just like me.

Ah! For Jesus' sake.

Here we are.

Huh. Might be a nice place for a wee bit of holidaying.

So?

Have you The Google, on that thing?

The Google?

Just type in the name Joe Pierce

and less of the buck.

There's a few recent news articles

that mention Joe Pierce.

Show me that.

Give me the gist.

Former prominent IRA commander, Leo McMahon

died in palliative care this week.

Uh, After a long battle with cancer.

McMahon was suspected of carrying out a string

of political murders with longtime collaborator

Joe Pierce in the 70s.

What has this got to do with anything?

I dunno. Yet.

Well, if you don't fucking know, can we go and get my sister?

I told you, lad. We get Pierce first

and then we go and get your sister.

Right.

What if getting Kaja, could get you to Pierce?

Remember how I said, I tracked her down before?

She told me about Pierce.

She knew about her business, where she lives.

They have mad orgies there.

And how does your sister know all of this?

They would make her take part.

She knows where Frankie Pierce lives, Donal.

I-I know the number.

Now I know the name they've given her.

You just have to call and arrange to meet.

Away and shite.

They know me and they know my voice.

So, you have to call and ask for Alisha.

And say what?

Just pretend you're lonely and you need some company.

-What? -Come on. Come on!

Paper Lantern Chinese,

-how can I help? -Hello?

Uh.

Is Alisha about?

Sorry, no one by that name works here.

Oh. Right. Uh

Anything else, I can help you with?

No, I just wanted to speak to Alisha.

I'm afraid, you've got the wrong number.

They hung up.

It's a-It's a Chinese take away.

So, not a whore in the place.

Sorry.

There's no need for that language.

It's a front.

Just try again.

Paper Lantern Chinese.

Hi, uh, hello,

I meant to say to you earlier, um

Gavigan gave me this number and told me to ask for Alisha.

Continental Apartments.

Six o'clock.

Uh.

We're on. That's six o'clock.

We'll need to lie low for a while.

And-and we also need

to get you something else to wear.

Hang on, I'll go and see if Eamon has a suit.

I-I don't understand.

Did you never hear of hiding in plain sight?

to break the ice

See if we click girl Sure feels right

I'm tired of being single

Tell me you have positive news.

We've found the Pole's sister.

You have her?

Jerome's on his way. I'm coming to lift you.

Put the foot down.

Mum?

Why are you not doing your homework?

What are you doing?

I'm just reading some stories

about your granddad.

Why?

Because it's important to remember people.

And he would have loved to have met you.

And he would have been really annoyed

that you haven't finished your homework.

So, go on.

Relax.

You-you look fine.

I look like a tube.

Almost time.

Gimme your number.

In case, I need you to come in.

-Oh, uh. O-- -Oh, hold. Hang on.

O, seven, double eight

six.

All right, mate.

Hello.

How you doing?

All right.

-Another 50, boss. -Eh?

In you go.

Behave yourself.

Hello. Would you like a drink?

How you doing, Kaja?

Your-your brother tracked you down.

Uh, I-I told you

uh, I'll be good now. I'll behave.

Just, please don't hurt him.

No, no, no. Bartosz is with me.

Come on we need to leave.

Look-look, he's been trying to get at you now,

for a lock of weeks.

There you are.

Kaja? Bartosz?

We're coming out.

Hurry.

-What about him? -Go, you and get ready.

I'll worry about him.

What's your name?

Donal.

How do you know my brother?

-He tried to kill me. -What?

Now, it's uh-- It's all sorted now though.

Help!

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

-Where does Frankie Pierce live? -Who?

You know, your woman who runs them orgies.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Your brother is some boy.

Come on, boy, tell me about Pierce.

Fuck off.

What are you doing? Come on.

Where the fuck are they?

I don't know

anything about Pierce.

Well, what about Ballantine?

I know you're a lying shite.

Oh, fuck!

Okay, all right, fuck!

Okay, all right, all right, all right, all right.

Okay. Pass me the pen.

Well, holy fuck.

Jesus Christ.

It's so fucking good to see you.

Lovely.

Help!

Jerome's dead.

Sure he is.

It's for the best. Probably.

-What did you tell the farmer? -Nothing

about you.

My head feels like it's bleeding from the inside.

Jeez.

That's not good.

Here let me help you with that.

Frankie.

We already have one dead body to deal with.

It's okay, Trevor.

And what was it you said?

We'll fix this.

Yeah.

Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!

Cunt! Cunt!

We'll manage somehow.

I could've taken something yesterday. It didn't occur to me.

She knows nothing about Pierce.

Orgies, my hole.

I had to tell you something.

And you almost got her killed.

I've an address for that hole, Ballantine works out of.

Oh, you're barely able to stand up.

Oh, youse don't have to go.

I want to.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We just freed you from these people.

Yeah, both of you did.

Jesus, you are-You are both as bad as each other.

Put that into your sat-nav.

Were you and your mother close?

Close enough, aye.

Why do you think, they do this to her?

Frankie thought, she had something to do

with her father's death. But

she's wrong.

Do you have anyone else, back home?

No.

But I'm dead on. What about you?

We have a big family.

But I didn't appreciate them.

I wanted to escape, so I did.

I got to London.

I was excited, nervous, being on my own.

And

Then, one day it just happened.

They took me in the middle of the street. In

broad daylight.

And brought me here.

After a while, I just stopped fighting.

That's tara.

What does tara mean?

Bad.

Thanks for helping-Help me back there.

I meant to say to you earlier, but

It's okay.

It didn't feel real, the way his body slumped over.

I keep seeing it.

Aye.

That's the boy there.

A tara man.

You say that all right.

Frankie.

You sure?

I'm sure, all right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Whoa, here? -It's a good enough spot.

Look at this shit.

Look.

Let me see.

Fair enough. We'll come back when the child's asleep.

Hang on, who's that?

Did they follow us?

They must have got to Eamon.

There will probably, still be someone there.

I hope so.

Hey, Donal, I have just got Kaja back.

You do what you want, Bartosz, but

Child or no child, Frankie's not going

to get away with killing an innocent woman.

But what if, she wasn't innocent, Donal?

What did you say?

I think you should stop and go home.

I asked you a question. What did you say?

You don't know the full story.

No-one seems to know the full story.

That's the problem with this country.

Maybe, Frankie had a reason.

-Get the fuck off me! -Stop it!

Stop it! Both of you!

You're gonna get us all fucking killed!

I'm not gonna be part of it anymore.

You feel the same way, Kaja?

I didn't know she had a child.

Youse are some craic.

Both of youse can get out, right here and now.

We're on the side of the road!

I was gonna shoot you in my shed when we first met,

so you're not doing too bad.

Fuck you, Donal.

You didn't kill me because I didn't deserve it.

That'll get youse both a flight.

And you'll need that too.

-What you making there? -Ice-cream!

What flavor?

Vanilla.

You find him?

At a caravan park.

Sensational.

But, uh

They saw me. I'm still looking.

Sorry, Frankie. I'll get them.

Well?

Your mummy is surrounded by silly men, pet.

Don't worry.

We'll get him.

Will we?

You should have handled the farmer personally, Trevor.

That's not really my area.

You were the silly man he saw.

Yes I know. But I was only there for you.

Because I pay you.

Oh, you think, because we fucked once,

that you have to run around looking after me?

I told you not to kill her.

-Listen-- -If you use the word Kill,

in front of my daughter again,

I'll shoot you through both eyes.

You pay me for advice.

No, I don't.

What?

You're sacked.

Get out. Without making a fuss.

-Come on, Frankie. -Come on, Trevor.

You know how this will go.

-Say goodbye to Trevor, pet. -Goodbye, Trevor.

Goodbye, Trevor.

Bye, Josie.

Look, Frankie-- Come get me.

I know where the farmer is going.

Jesus, Eamon, what are you doing up here?

I thought my mobile was up here.

Can't find the fucking thing.

Forget about it. I wasn't trying to call an ambulance.

I was trying to call you.

I left half my guts out there on the stairs.

Fuck. Fuck!

You need to stop.

Leave Frankie Peirce alone.

-Call it a draw. -It's not a draw.

-I know you idolized your ma. -Now, Eamon. Don't.

I should have told you the minute you turned up here.

Maybe none of this would have happened.

I would still have my guts.

Should have told me what?

She was having an affair with Joe Pierce, but

She still gave him up to Leo and his boys.

Because they threatened you.

That's not true. That's not true.

Frankie found out.

And she couldn't let it lie.

Just like you can't let it lie.

And the whole fucking thing goes on and on.

Make sure they clean my stairs.

Eamon?

Fuck.

Sorry, horse.

Let me go in first.

When you see him, don't hesitate.

I know you like fucking around,

slicing bellies and all that shit.

Which is something we're going to talk about down the road.

We're not the Shankill Butchers.

I know.

I'll be grand. He's only a farmer.

Well, that must be why, he's not causing

any problems then.

Go in shooting and less of the backchat.

-Or it'd be you getting sliced. -Right.

Up. Slowly.

Bollocks.

Give me that pistol.

Fuck.

Now, we're going out to the van slowly.

If you try anything

you'll get the barrel.

Happy enough?

Okay, Donal.

You're the boss.

You're driving.

Any chance I could answer that?

No.

Oh, I know where we're going.

Just reaching now.

What are you doing?

Taking care of this.

Go to sleep.

So, here we are.

Speak.

The fucking farmer has Frankie.

Where are you?

Is that Donal's blood?

He's not here.

Do you know where they went?

No.

You've just spent a couple of days together.

And you have no idea, where they might be going?

If he's got her

then it's over.

I'm leaving.

And you should as well.

Not just yet.

Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I know there was something

going on between Florence and your da.

I know she gave him up to Leo and his boys.

But what she did, she did it to protect me.

I can understand that.

A mother protecting her son.

That's all it was.

I went to see Leo McMahon in the hospice before he died.

It was disgusting.

Surrounded by nurses and doctors caring for him.

I wanted to strangle him with his catheter. But I didn't.

I made him talk.

And the things he told me

You're just looking more time.

Leo came here because Florence told him to.

But when he got here, somebody had shot my father

once through the jaw.

The police found Leo at the scene.

I'm sure you've googled the rest.

Leo told you a pack of lies.

Oh, that's what I thought.

Which is why I went to see your ma.

What are you fucking smiling at?

You

look so like him.

Everyone says that.

The same eyes.

The same shape of a face.

We never had a pile of time together but

I still remember every detail.

Him.

The caravan. Our wee beach.

He loved the water.

Even if it was raining, it was nice to get away

from the madness of Belfast.

The odd time we would even

spend the night.

Who did you call to come and kill him?

What?

I-I could never have done that. I loved him.

-No, don't say that. -It's the truth.

I loved him, I loved him more than myself.

More than my own son.

You wouldn't understand.

Why?

I can tell by looking at you, that you've never felt

anything like that.

And he loved me as well.

But that didn't matter.

He had a family.

That night he told me, it was over.

He put on his coat.

He lifted his bag.

He said he would never be coming back to the beach.

His gun was sitting on the table. Oh, God.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Are you fucking joking me?

I-I just wanted to stop him leaving.

I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.

Aye, well, you covered your tracks,

so you mustn't have been too fucking sad.

You knew the police would arrest Leo so you called them both.

I had to. If I went to prison,

Donal would have been left on his own.

Things would have been so much different

if neither of us had children.

Donal! Help me!

I was five years old when she killed him.

I loved my daddy.

And now you're gonna do the same to me.

Because that's what you do?

Isn't it?

Turn around.

How do you feel?

Leaving a little girl without her mother?

I feel sorry for her.

Having a mother like you.

That's the end of it now.

Okay?

What?

Sure that's not even load.

It's all over, Bartosz.

I gave her the chance, but-- What's over?

What have you done?

Where's Bartosz?

He's here. With me.

Please.

The cub didn't do anything.

He had no part in this.

Oh, Jesus.

Let him go, and I'll come up there to you.

Donal! Just go!

Let me talk to him.

Donal.

Why in under Jesus, did you come back?

Wanted to help.

Ballsed it up I guess.

I'm sorry, cub.

You were right.

I should have listened.

Look, I'm coming up-- I'm coming up there right now.

They can take me.

If you want me

I'm at your uncle's.

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Police, fire or ambulance?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Someday you'll call my name And I won't answer

Someday you'll reach

For me, I won't be there

For you've grown tired

Of all the love I gave you

But someday you'll wish That I still cared

All these years How I loved you

Still I know

I'll claim you For my own

Someday you'll call my name

And I won't answer

For someday

You'll find yourself alone

There'll come a time

In your life, dear

When you'll need someone Who will care

Someday you'll call my name

And I won't answer

For someday You'll find

That I'm not there