All language subtitles for Irish.Ashes.2025

Tristan McGowan.

Well, I never thought we'd see your face back in here.

What? 10 years?

- 12.

- Feels like yesterday.

- How's your dad?

- Ah, he's fine.

Pushing 70 now. Slowed right down.

I was, I was sorry to hear about your mom.

She was always welcome in here, know that, right?

I don't care what the others used to say, I-

- Where's your dad, Kelly?

- He's upstairs.

- Hold onto this for me.

- Oh, look at you. Look what we got here.

- Miss me?

- Take a seat. Would you like a drink?

- I'm okay, thanks.

- Ooh, come on,

this is better than that fucking pint you've got lined up.

Listen, I was, I was sorry to hear about your mommy.

She and I, we, we got along, you know?

- I know.

- How was the funeral? No problems at all?

- No issues.

- Good.

- I didn't see you there, Michael.

- No, no. That's right, son. Politics, you know?

- I understand.

- Would you like another drink?

- No, I'm good.

- Did you speak to Kelly at all?

- We had a good chat.

Do you know,

I always thought she had a soft spot for you.

Rather shame you didn't snap her up, isn't it?

I mean, you'd have been better for her

than that Matt Wonker she married.

- Larid?

- Yeah, they'd split up since.

He went off with one of roommates. Wanker!

- Right.

- How long you staying? I heard you was abroad, you know.

- I was in Manila.

- Manila? Nice.

- I'm just back to intern mother's ashes

then I'll be on my way.

- Well, if you need anywhere to stay,

you can't always keep upstairs.

- I've got a hotel room.

- Good lad.

- There was one thing.

- Sure. Yes. Spit it out.

- I didn't see Katie at the funeral either.

- Are you still in touch with her?

- No, I haven't spoken to Katie for over 10 years.

- Or maybe Kelly will no.

- No, I, I wouldn't ask her if I were you.

- Why not? They were friends.

- Yeah, I know, but it's a long time ago now, isn't it?

They, they've kind of grown apart.

- I see.

- Look, after what happened, it might be wise

if you don't ask too many questions around here.

- She's my sister.

- I know. I'm just trying to give you some friendly advice.

Would you like another drink?

Come on. It'll do you good.

I mean, you, you might be a little less wound up, you know?

I mean, it's been a difficult few weeks

with your mother passing.

I'm good. Thanks.

- Are you sure?

- I think I'll be making a move.

- Why don't you scatter your mother's ashes

and then go home?

It might not be safe for you here anymore.

Not since your mother passed.

- I'm gonna see Brandon.

- Look, stay clear of your stepdad.

Do you hear me?

Tristan?

Tristan?

- Hey. What about your pint?

- I've got places to go.

- You're just gonna leave like that?

- Pretty much.

- After all this time. We've got so much to catch up on.

What, you and me, do I not mean anything to you?

- That was all in the past,

and I don't like repeating mistakes.

- Hey Tristan.

Your mother still owes me money.

- Yeah, Mother passed away.

- Then the debt's yours now, isn't it?

- I recognize... That's right.

You're the man.

Don't try anything funny.

The police are on way over.

What's going on.

I dunno what you're talking about.

Put me outta here.

Don't move. Stay where you are.

I'm warning you.

You're this guy-

- Bloody hell. Can a man get a bit of peace around here?

Stop it. Stop it.

Tristan.

So would you like a biscuit, lad?

All right.

- Sorry for your loss.

Must have been really hard for you.

- You still boxing?

You could have been British Champ.

Top welterweight.

- I didn't see you at the funeral.

- Things are busy around here, Tristan.

Things to do.

- Still talk with Katie?

- I haven't seen her in years.

- Well, so you never kept in touch?

- Why would I?

Silly cow, just like her mom.

No offense, of course.

- Can you blame them?

What do you mean?

- Well, you weren't exactly husband of the year, were you?

Like you were brother of the year.

- I was always there if they needed me.

- Oh really?

- Oh, she's my kid's sister.

I'll do anything for her, unlike you.

- I did my fucking best.

- Oh sure, slapping our mother around

really helps your course.

- She was hell to live with, Tristan.

You don't understand.

- Oh, I understand.

I remember everything, Brandon.

Every bruise, every mark, everything.

Is that why you're here, Lad?

To give me a smack in the mouth? Go ahead.

- I'm long past that.

- Then what do you want?

- I told you, I've come back to see Katie

and then I'm gone for good.

I don't think she'd listen.

- Where is she?

- I told you, I don't know.

She cleared off months ago.

- I thought you said it was years.

- Look, I'm not here to argue the point with a lad like you.

- Where's my sister, Brandon? Where's Katie?

- Are you deaf? She's gone. I don't know.

As a matter of fact, how long you been out?

- What?

- Everyone knows you're banged up, Tristan.

That chip on your shoulder, your fragile ego,

your temper you can't control.

So how long's it been?

- Be quiet.

- Hit me if you want, lad.

It makes no difference to me.

I'd love to see you back inside for assault.

Would make my fucking day.

- You scum. You're not worth it.

- Successful scum, Tristan.

Three strip clubs. One, two, three.

That's right, Tristan, run off. Go away.

You know what, we were ran a biggest fucking firm

in the Midlands back then.

Your old mom was tough as boots like a Pappy.

But you ran off anyway,

'cause when tough gets going, you leave.

You left 'em to fend for themselves.

She was a good old Galway girl

and you left her and your sister to fend for themselves.

You broke their fucking hearts, Tristan.

We're better off without you. Goodbye.

- Hi. What can I get you?

- Just a lager.

- Don't I know you from somewhere?

Was in the earlier, right? Friend of Kelly's?

- What of it?

- Nothing. She's just looking for you, is all.

- Well, where is she?

- The local chapel, to pay respects or something.

- Chapel? - Yep.

She wouldn't shut up about you being back,

going on and on about her childhood sweetheart coming home.

Anyone would think

you were prince bloody charming or something.

- Where's my drink?

- No idea what she sees in you, to be honest, rude fucker.

- How long have you been waiting for me?

- Long enough.

- Remember that time we set fire to the tree

outside your old house?

- She nearly killed us. - It was your idea.

- How old were we?

- Sweet 16, I think.

You were my first crush.

Although I'm pretty sure I was at the back

of the queue with you though.

- That's true.

- Charming.

- She always liked you.

- I liked your mom too.

- She knew what was important, faith, family, tradition.

She always said I married the wrong one.

- I'm not gonna argue that point.

- Were you with her at the end?

- I spent most nights at the hospice with her.

She said her biggest regret was moving over here

and not bringing you up in Ireland.

- Yeah, well, that was always the problem, wasn't it?

Not enough Irish blood. Not good enough.

English heart, Irish blood.

- She loved you, Tristan. You know that, right?

- Look, come back to pay my respects.

I'm gonna lay her ashes to rest,

find Katie, then I'm gone for good.

- You don't know. Do you?

- Know what?

- Oh, fuck. No one told you.

- Told me what?

Kelly.

Wait.

- I need to go.

- Where's Katie?

- Everything all right, miss?

- Piss off.

- Everything's fine. Please just leave us be.

- If you need the assistance, just shout.

- Thank you.

- Where is she? Well?

- Brandon and your mother ran

the biggest family firm this side of Birmingham.

Extortion, racketeering, anything illegal.

- I know this already.

- When the marriage broke down

and the business started to fail, Katie couldn't cope.

She had a breakdown. It was horrible.

Poor thing lost her mind.

- Well, where is she now? Well?

- She's dead, Tristan.

She cut her wrists.

- No, that's not possible.

It's true.

- Well, you saw this with your own eyes?

- Well no.

Brandon, he took her to the hospital.

It was too late.

- You saw her body?

- Well no, but-

- I know my sister; she'd never take her own life.

- Brandon told me. He was there. He told me so.

- Who else was with Brandon when he told you this?

- Just a couple of his associates.

What does it matter?

It matters.

- Please, Tristan, I don't want anything bad

to happen to you.

- Names.

- I don't know names.

You know Brandon, he knows most of the faces in this town.

It could have been anyone.

- Are you telling me the truth?

- Of course.

- Where did they bury her?

- I don't know, Tristan.

- I'm not buying this.

- I am telling you the truth.

- I need to have another friendly chat with Brandon.

- Oh, don't be stupid.

- She's still alive. I feel it.

- There's a train first thing tomorrow morning.

You need to be on it.

- What do you care about me?

- Do you really have to ask that?

Tristan, please.

- Is everything okay, Miss? Miss?

- Piss off.

- Beg your pardon?

- So says the clown, "Get your own monkey."

- What did the monkey says now?

- He said, "I've already got two of 'em."

Oh, boys, come on in.

Please make some room for these fine gentlemen.

- You buying me a drink, aren't you?

- Move.

- Do I have to?

- Amy, move.

- Gladly.

Excuse me.

- Good to see you again.

- Likewise.

- How long has it been?

- Two years.

- That long already.

- Two years this day exactly.

- Let's drink.

Many more years of doing business together.

- Agree.

Any good news?

- You know, there's always things in the pipeline, Carl.

- Quality goods?

- Ever let you down before, Carl?

- Not yet. No.

- Our clients were very happy with the last batch.

- Good to hear. Good to hear.

- Same time and place for the next exchange then.

- That is correct.

- You guys don't mind if I join you, do you?

- Not at all, darling.

- Rachel, give it a break.

We're talking business here.

Can't you give us 10 minutes?

- Business?

That's right, business.

- Well, this place is empty, isn't it?

I haven't earned a penny all evening.

So don't go on about bloody business.

- Ah, give it a rest.

- Oh, Brandon, I'm not a charity worker.

You need to sort out your marketing plan and fast.

You think the girls are gonna stick around?

I've seen more life in a morgue.

- Happy now?

- Well, at least there is one true gent left in this dive.

Would you like a private dance?

- Maybe later, eh?

- You should bring more friends like these

in the future, Brandon.

- Rachel, do me a favor and get lost.

- Gladly.

- Sorry about that, guys.

I'll be rid of them soon or later.

- Well, gentlemen, if we all keep our side hustle going,

we'll all be able to retire early.

- Guys, you have no idea how good that makes me feel.

We raise a glass to that.

- Excuse me.

Marcus.

- Hope you're having fun in the UK.

Just want to touch base to check on the consignment.

You've been quite the past weeks, Brother.

I hear you made a deal with Brandon, right?

- Listen, Marcus, I can't talk right now,

but I'll be in touch.

Leon.

- Hey Alexander. It's about time.

I've been trying to get ahold of you all week.

Listen, I spoke to Marcus the other day.

Shut up, you mite.

We spoke to Marcus the other day.

He's really concerned about the lack

of communication on your end.

We need to know what's going on, huh?

Do you have any updates?

You can't keep us waiting like this.

It's a terrible way to run a business.

Hello Alexander. You're listening to me?

- You should know that he doesn't react well to threats.

You'll get your money when he is ready to pay you.

Now, stop bothering me

and let me take care of my business here.

- Hello Duke. What can I get for you?

- Hi sweetheart. I'll have my usual.

- Sure.

- I'll have a gin and tonic.

- Coming right up.

- What? Why are you staring at me like that?

- So that's the reason you come the whole way over here?

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Don't you think I didn't see the way you looked at her

and the way she looked back at you.

Is that why you come over here?

- Baby, this is just business. That's it.

You got nothing to worry about.

- There are other places nearer to us

that can handle our cash.

- I know, but these guys know what they're doing.

Our money's safe with them.

- Duke, Velma. How about two favorite customers doing?

How are you doing?

- Good. - Good, good.

Another cash deposit?

- Yeah. Another 60K.

- Very nice. - Added to us please.

- I heard about your ex-wife. Our condolences.

- Thank you very much,

but really no reason to be concerned about it.

We've been separated for years.

- Oh, I heard the sun is back in town

and he's ruffling a few feathers apparently.

- Tristan? Yes. He's all talk.

No need to worry. I can handle it.

- I hope so, because we get an awful lot of our,

say, dirty laundry cleaned here.

- I think Velma just wants some sort of assurances

that there's not gonna be any problems.

- We'd hate to have to take our business elsewhere.

- Really, trust me, I can handle this.

No need to worry. We got your best interest at heart.

- That's good enough for me, Brandon.

Very nice.

- What can I get for you?

- I'm here to see Brandon.

- Brandon is busy. You'll have to come back another day.

- I don't think so.

- Do you want me to call security?

- No problem.

- Asshole.

- Very nice.

Ah, fuck.

Duke, Velma, won't be but moment.

- I don't believe it. He's here right now.

- Who?

- The son. Who else?

- Could be anyone?

- Ooh.

- You heard Brandon. He could take care of him.

Judging him by the look of that guy,

I wouldn't count on it.

- You know, baby, you may be right,

it might not hurt to find someone closer.

- Yeah.

- Hello again.

- I thought we said everything we needed to say earlier.

- I had a few more questions pop into my head.

- I see.

- Well, I'm not disturbing you, am I?

- As a matter of fact, you are.

- Oh my apologies.

- What do you want, Tristan?

- I think we shall have a little chat outback.

- Look, I'm busy. Can't we do this tomorrow?

- Is there a problem, boss?

- Want us to sort it out?

- No, boys, go back and finish your drinks.

This will just be a moment.

- You've got a beautiful place here, Brandon.

It'd be a real shame if things started to get broken.

- Now, now, let's not go there.

- Outback now.

- Boys, go back and order all the drinks you want.

It'll just be a moment.

- Brandon, you sure you don't need a hand with this fella?

- No, I got it.

- Look, can we make this quick?

- I spoke to Kelly earlier.

- Oh really? You two back together?

- Not quite.

- That's too bad.

I always thought you two made a lovely couple.

Your dear old mom did too.

- I want the truth this time.

- The truth?

- Where is she? Where's Katie?

- Oh, for fuck sake, lad, I have told you,

she ran off with some fella.

- Kelly told me she took her own life.

- What? - You heard.

- Well, I don't know anything about that.

- Well, one of you's lying or both.

- You can believe what you wanna believe, all right?

- Don't push me. Where is she? Where's Katie?

Where is she?

- Charlie mean.

- Charlie?

- Charlie Patel.

- Charlie the Nonce?

- Right, Charlie the Nonce.

- What's he gotta do with my sister?

- You know Charlie, he's a nonce.

He has his hands in every dirty little part of this town.

- But where is he?

- The hospital.

- Dying I hope.

- You're right. Lung cancer from what I hear.

- Which hospital?

The Walsgrave.

- Ward?

- St. Elizabeth's ward, I think.

You better hurry, lad.

He could pop his claws at any minute.

- Thanks.

- Leaving?

- I've got places to go.

- How about a dance?

- I've got another offer for you.

- Sounds intriguing.

What's that for?

- When I leave, listen to Brandon

and his mates very carefully.

- That's it?

- Listen out for a name Katie.

- Katie? - That's right.

- So you want me to put my neck out on the line for you?

What's in it for me?

- Well, I'll double what I just gave you.

- Promise? - Promise.

- Is there anything else I can get for you?

- I'll have a think about it.

- You have a good long think.

- Right, here you go, Mr. Patel.

- I'm not hungry.

- Well, you haven't eaten since yesterday.

- That's my choice.

- Do you want us to have to force feed you again?

- Just leave the bloody thing there and get lost.

- I'd love to, but I also have to give you medicine.

- I just want to be left in peace.

- Mm-hm, as soon as I've given you your medicine,

I'll be out your way.

- Good.

- Also, you have a visitor outside waiting to see you.

- A visitor.

- Mm-hm. - So he goes by Tristan.

- I don't know anybody by that name.

- He's pretty sure he knows you.

- Tell him to piss off.

I don't want to see anybody today.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. I'm bloody sure.

- Okay.

Sorry sir, you can't just bust in here like this.

- Hello Charlie.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Excuse me, sir, can you leave right now? Leave.

Um, we are in a hospital and you don't even think about it.

You can't smoke in your condition.

- Leave us, Gladys. This is an old friend of mine.

- Okay, whatever.

But I will be back to give you-

- To gimme my bloody medicine. Yes I know.

- Yes.

- I take it we have a mutual friend.

- Brandon.

- Ah, how is the old bastard doing?

- Speaks highly of you too.

- Yes, I am sure he does.

- He tells me you've got cancer.

- Yeah, they given me a few months.

- Well, in that case, I'll come straight to the point.

I need information.

- Information?

- About a girl called Katie McGowan.

- Never heard of her.

- I don't like the way you just hesitated.

- I couldn't care whether you like or dislike.

Now, do me a favor and just go.

Didn't you just hear me? I told you to piss off.

- I've got a friend called Danny Jones.

- So?

- His parents passed away when he was three.

- My condolences.

- He was sent through a remote orphanage in Wales.

- Ah, beautiful part of the world.

- It was run by Catholic priests.

- So?

- Well, can't you see where this is going?

- No.

- They abused him week after week.

He grew up to hate nonsense.

- I think you should leave now.

- The thing is, I'm still friends with Danny,

and I've got your address.

He likes to pay old men a visit.

He's a very big lad now.

- Get lost.

- Where's Katie McGowan, your dirty old nonce bastard.

Where is she?

Where's Katie McGowan? Where is she?

You ready to talk now?

Well?

Good choice.

You bastard.

- Talk.

- Look, I heard something.

They took her to townhouse in the country.

- Townhouse?

- Yeah. She was looking for work.

Just bits and pieces to keep her going.

Like cleaning jobs, that sort of thing.

- Who set this up?

- Brandon. Send her to friend he knew.

Rich type.

- And what's the name of this rich fella?

- Ah, no, no, no. Please, please.

Look, look, you know how it is.

I can't drop names like that.

- Names.

- Eddie. Eddie Rourke.

- Who else?

- Look, that's all I know. I swear.

- You better be telling me the truth.

- Of course. You think I'm stupid?

I heard about you and your family.

- Where exactly is this townhouse?

- Down in Dorset somewhere.

- Are you two done in here?

- This gentleman is just leaving.

- Okay, great.

Next time make sure you come during visiting hours.

- He won't be coming back.

- Okay. Exit door's that way.

- Get well soon, Charlie.

- Eddie, Eddie, I had to give him something.

He was gonna do me over.

What else did he tell him?

- Nothing really.

I, I just told him old Charlie Patel might know something

about where his sister is.

If I hadn't to given him that,

he would beaten me into a fucking pulp.

You know that, Eddie.

Charlie will talk.

- He didn't know fuck all really.

He doesn't know where you're based at.

You fucked up, Brandon. I'm easy to find.

- Eddie, be reasonable.

You need to come and pay me a visit, Brandon.

- I can't. I have really important guests here right now.

I can't just pick up sticks and leave 'em.

Be here by midnight.

- I really can, Eddie.

Do you wanna end up like Benny Williams?

The Old Bill is still finding pieces of him.

- Okay. All right, Eddie, when and where?

Sharples Estate. Nativity.

You've been there enough times.

- And if Tristan comes back?

You keep your mouth shut.

Eddie, I, I can't do that.

He won't stop until he finds his sister.

Eddie? Eddie?

Fuck all.

- You're not looking so happy.

What's the problem?

- Hey guys, mind if I join you?

- Hello darling.

- For God's sake, Polly. Not now.

- So any more thoughts on my proposition?

- Proposition? What proposition?

- Polly here wants to be part of the operation.

She wants a piece of the action.

- Now, that would be such a waste of your natural talents.

- Oh, I have many talents you don't even know about.

- Oh really?

- I'll have you know,

I'm studying economics at the university.

I'm not just a pretty face. I'm the complete package.

- Polly, piss off.

- I could be very useful to you, Brandon.

- She's definitely got my vote.

- Yeah.

- Good to see you back in town, Tristan.

- Keeping well?

- Marge passed away last year.

I'm taking each day as it comes.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Ted. She was a lovely woman.

Thanks.

- How much do owe you for the room?

- Don't be daft. It's on the house.

- How much?

- Call it 20 for the night.

There's over a ton here. I can't take that.

- Take it. Marge was always good to me.

- Are you sure, son?

- Room number.

- 24. Go upstairs and-

- Fourth on the right.

- Of course you'll remember, you cheeky little bastard.

You used to bring all your girlfriends here.

- That's a terrible story of my character.

- Fuck off.

You want breakfast included?

- As long as you're not cooking it.

- Cheeky little bastard.

- If that's you, Teddy, fuck off.

Interesting.

- Do you keep all your girls waiting?

Could really do with a drink.

Seriously?

Are you pleased to see me?

- Well, that depends.

- I found the information.

- They took my sister down to a house in Dorset.

I did a bit of digging around myself.

- I found out the name of the town.

- Well, in that case I'm very happy to see you.

- I couldn't get the exact address.

- It's a start.

- Yeah. Really.

- So what else you got for me?

That's it?

- Just a little taste, boss.

- I'm not fucking hungry.

Who the fuck is this?

Leo Jones, boss.

- Leo Jones?

- This little runt ripped us off last week.

- Oh, you are the young man

who couldn't keep his hands outta my tills, are you?

- Leave the poor chap alone.

There's a light that's beating out of his chest.

- This little chap sold 10 bags of cocaine

from us last week, Lizzie.

- Maybe you should pay your staff more.

I'm sorry.

- Or maybe I should crush his fucking skull.

But I won't.

I'm thinking, Leo, this might be all my fault.

You hear this goofy American accent,

trust me, it is goofy,

and you're thinking I'm just some tourist.

You dick my fucking pockets.

The question is, Leo, what are we to do about it?

- When you gonna get us back our bags of coke, Leo?

That's what I fucking thought.

Tell you what, Leo, uncle Carl here

is very good with young people.

He's gonna take you out back and get it sorted.

Bye-bye, Leo.

- Please, sir.

Let's have a chat outside.

- Please. I'll pay you back.

Brandon,.

- Reputation matters, Amy.

- It's Lizzie.

- Your name is what the the fuck I say it is.

I don't pay you to have a conscience.

- Sorry. My mistake.

- Don't piss me off.

- Husband. - Oh, shut up.

- A lovely customer.

- Yeah.

I'm just at my sister's. Why?

Oh, come on, Brandon. It's my day off.

Okay, give me a minute.

How long you've worked for him?

- Coming up five years.

- Good boss?

- I've had better.

- Don't I get a goodbye kiss?

- Will you be here when I get back?

- Of course.

- You're a terrible liar.

By the way, how did your mother end up with Brandon?

- They met in New York, St. Paddy's Day.

Came back over here when I was a kid.

- She must have been pissed on Guinness.

- Pretty much.

- You'll be careful with Brandon, yeah?

- Started early, I see.

- Got a family to feed.

- So any news?

- If you mean finding out who's running the county lines.

- That's a good girl.

- I do my best.

- Sure you do. So names?

- Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

- Look, we had a fucking agreement.

I pay you at the end of the month.

- But the agreement's changed.

If you don't like it, find someone else.

You kidding me?

- Happy now?

- Ooh.

- Are you gonna gimme a name or not.

A hundred.

- A hundred? - Oh, piss off.

- Now, gimme a fucking name.

- Eddie Rourke.

He's the one who's been distributing the coke.

- Anyone else?

That will cost you a little bit extra?

- Do you know what?

Any more attitude like that,

and I'm gonna arrest you for soliciting and loitering.

You know what that carries, seven years in prison.

- Such a nice speech.

- So gimme the name.

- Brandon McConnell.

That's what the others are talking about.

- Brandon McConnell? These are the same address?

- Yes. - Okay.

That's good work actually.

So you get any more information at your disposal,

you'll be sure to put in my direction.

- Yep. 999, right?

Right. Get the fuck out of here.

- So is there anything else that I can help you with?

- No thanks, darling.

No fucking pricks in a fucking dartboard.

- Fucking pig.

Okay Lisa, this is fucking annoying.

I've been waiting over two hours for you.

I don't know what your game is,

but you said you'd have the cash an hour ago.

If you keep jerking my chain, you can find another dealer.

- I've got your money. I'm on my way.

- Who the hell are you?

- I see you've got friends in the Old Bill.

- Get your dirty hands off me.

- Does your pimp know you're friendly with the pigs?

- What's it to you?

- I'm looking for a mutual friend.

Tell me where he is and I won't tell them.

Screw you.

Hey, I'll scream.

What do you want to know?

- Eddie Rourke. Where does he live?

- Why do you want to know?

- I'm not paying you to ask questions, am I?

- Another 50.

- 212 Napal Road.

It's a big townhouse. You can't to miss it.

If you excuse me. I have a client waiting.

- Hey, Tristan, you're a difficult man to get hold of.

I'm May Chong's big brother, Brother Psycho.

That's not my business why you guys broke up,

but I'm a, did a little bit of digging around

and it appears you have quite a reputation

with the ladies, Tristan.

My sister is heartbroken.

Keep in mind, I run one of the biggest track gangs

in Hong Kong,

and I just want you to know I'm gonna take great pleasure

to tracking you down, Tristan and-

- What do you want now? I'm kind of busy.

- I heard you off Brother Psycho, Tristan.

I don't think that was a wise move, my friend.

And you'll have those triers on your back in no time.

I'd give him a call today.

Try your best to smooth things out.

I'm guessing he already been in touch.

Anyways, I gotta go now.

Lot of my own business I gotta take care of.

- Thought you were never gonna get here.

- I'm not staying another night.

- Did I ask you?

- No, but I know what you're like.

Sit around playing poker, getting pissed

and waking up in the garden the next morning, right?

Well, you didn't whine last time.

- There wasn't so much heat last time, was there?

- Yeah, true.

Anyway, we've got things to discuss.

- Hello, boys.

Hi. - Yes.

- Don't you have any dignity left man?

- I'm too old to care.

And besides, I might as well enjoy myself.

We could all be dead tomorrow.

Drink up, handsome.

- Jesus.

- You looking happy, Brandon?

Don't you like our beautiful Jesse?

- Yeah, well, I thought we were here to talk business.

- We discussed business when I'm ready.

- And not have so much brass around.

- Oh, I don't mind her at all.

- Yeah, I don't mind her here either.

I tell you what, darling.

Give us an hour, would you?

As good girl. - Okay.

- You turn to God in your old age or something?

Is that why you carry around this walking stick?

- Yeah, well, you know what?

Working for you for so long, starting to seem tempting.

- Ha. Burn!

- Back to business then. Tristan.

- Can we just snuff this motherfucker out already?

- Nah, he's not like the rest.

He's gonna be a hard man to kill.

- I disagree.

And we know all the right people for the job.

Don't we, Eddie?

- Yeah, I just hope you now what they're getting into.

- Well, rest assured, my guy's the best.

I'm sorry.

- What is it? - I've got mixed up.

I've got to talk to you in private.

- Can't you see I'm busy?

- You need to hear what I've got to say.

- All right, spit it out then.

- Someone's been asking for you.

- Who?

- He didn't give his name.

- Well, what did he look like then?

- He looked like he could handle himself.

- Let me guess.

Medium height, black hair,

Shamrock tattoo on his left wrist.

Is sound about right?

- Yeah.

- Well, thanks Brandon.

- Eddie, I did you a fucking favor.

I brought him here to you.

- Oh did you now?

- Bloody hell. He's forced you into taking action now.

- Who the fucking hell do you think you are

speaking to me like that?

Watch your fucking mouth?

- Sorry boss.

- Does he always talk this much crap?

- Yeah, pretty much he does.

- I was just calling-

- So what's the plan?

- If he's still in town, I'll find him.

- Didn't look like he was going nowhere.

- You didn't do anything stupid

and tell him where I am, did you?

- Are you crazy? Who do you think I am?

- And what about our old friend, Sergeant Rick Davis?

Is he still sniffing around for information?

- He's doing the best he can.

- Well I hope for your sake,

he hasn't found that anything useful.

- Do you think I'd tell that Old Bill anything?

- I don't know. Would you?

- He could slap down a 50 and I wouldn't tell him a thing.

- Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

- Oh, screw you, whoever you are.

- All right. All right.

- Eddie, look, I think Tristan's coming here right now,

which means we need a plan right now,

regardless if this tart talked or not.

- Who are you calling a tart?

You fat, lazy slob.

- Lisa, you keep your mouth shut and piss off.

- Sorry, Eddie.

- I think you're starting to forget

who's in charge around here.

- You are, Eddie.

- Yeah, you are, Eddie.

So here's what's gonna happen.

You keep your eyes and ears open.

And you hear anything about our little friend,

you come straight back to me.

- Whatever you say, Eddie.

- Yeah, whatever you say, Eddie.

There's a good girl.

Now piss off.

- I'll be on my way then.

Unless of course I could help

with the little business before I go.

- I'm trying to take care of business right now

and you're getting right in the way of it.

How many times do I have to tell you? Piss off.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart.

There's something you can help me with later on.

- Are you serious?

- Some other time then.

- What can I say? I'm a single guy.

- Well, you are going to be an unemployed single guy soon

if you keep up.

- I'm sorry again, boss.

What, and you wouldn't?

- Can we just get back down to business?

- I'm all ears.

- It's time to take Tristan out of the picture,

once and for all.

- Yes boss. You got it, right away.

- Yeah.

- Reginald, it's Alex.

Eddie has a job for you.

- Sure. I'll take care of it.

- Can I help you?

- I'm just looking for directions.

- Do we look like a pair of bloody coppers?

- Do you know where Eddie Rourke is?

- I think you better piss off.

- I'll take that as a yes then.

- Go on. Jog out.

Come on.

- So cut him up then.

- Yeah. I'll give Butcher Ronnie a call.

- Oh, best cuts man in town. Huh?

- Our clients loved her.

She took a bit persuading at first, of course.

- Well, they all do it first.

- She soon got into it though.

- Yeah, after the first few times.

- You know you're a brave man coming here,

and without a weapon.

- More like foolish.

- Nah, Tristan is old school Irish.

Prefers to do things with his fist.

- We didn't plan to have her killed.

- This all went wrong.

- It was fun though.

Something to say?

- I'm gonna kill each one of you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Oh, we all know that's not gonna happen.

- Ooh!

You know you gotta admire his confidence.

- Just like his sister.

- Oh yeah.

She got right stuck into her work

after the first few attempts.

- It's a damn shame it all went so wrong.

- You know, you should have come and worked for me.

I could have used someone like you.

Come on boys.

Well, that was easier than I thought.

Turns out he wasn't such a tough guy after all.

- Well, he ain't dead yet.

- Well, he soon will be. Ronnie's on his way over.

- So Ronnie, he must be pushing 60 by now, right?

- He'll be 61 this year if you must know.

- I mean, I know he is got a great reputation,

but are you sure he can still hold a blade?

- He's still the best.

He spent three years in Mexico with a cartel.

There's no one better than old Ronnie.

- Do you think he'll have time

to show me some tricks when he gets here?

- Well, if you ask him nicely

and if he's in a good mood, maybe.

Ah, Kelly, my dear. Nice to see you again.

- Where is he?

- Where who?

- Tristan. What have you done with him?

- Oh, he's a bit tied up at the moment.

Waiting for an old friend to arrive.

- I've arrived now.

I'm still a bloody part of this operation, right?

- Yeah. Sit down, have a drink.

- So Kelly, something on your mind?

- It didn't you two date when you were teenagers,

you and Tristan?

- What of it?

- Conflict of interest perhaps.

- Are you serious?

Have I not proved my loyalty to you over the years?

- Well, love can do strange things to people.

- Trust me. I'm done with men.

You've nothing to worry about.

- You were seen talking to him the other day.

- I work in a pub. I talk to a lot of people.

- This wasn't in the pub.

- We're told at the churchyard.

- You have me followed?

I don't believe this.

- Well, our spies tell us the conversation

between you two looked very intimate.

- I was telling him to leave town, if you must know.

Is that the truth?

- I really don't care if you don't believe me.

- Just saying, Kelly, you know when two people meet again

after all this time, old flames get reignited pretty easily.

- I'm not staying here listening to this crap.

- Wait, wait. Sit back down.

Brandon's only teasing you. Isn't that right?

Brandon?

- I'm just having to go at you.

Just a little banter between old friends, please.

Would you care for a drink?

- I'm not thirsty.

- How long did you guys date?

- Would you stop talking about my love life.

- Sorry.

- It was a long time ago.

It was darn well, none of your business.

- Ouch. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot.

I'm single. You are single. Let's go out.

Let's have a good time.

I'll make you forget about him. I promise.

- Piss off.

Well, what's the plan?

What you gonna do with him?

- Old Ronnie's on his way over.

- Ronnie the Butcher?

He's still in the trade. I thought he was dead.

- Yeah, far from it. He's still the best.

- One more thing,

I've decided we're gonna move our center of operations.

It's getting too on top down here.

- Where to?

- Brandon's Club.

- Eddie, you can't be serious about that.

- We can't stay here.

- I'm too busy as it is. I can't take all more shit.

I really can't, Eddie.

- Well, I think you can, Brandon.

In fact, I know you can.

So stop questioning me

and just make the arrangements.

- Fucking hell.

- I'd like to see Tristan one last time.

Final kiss?

- Shut it.

- Yeah. Why not?

Old time's sake, hey?

Ben can take you to see him when old Ronnie gets here.

- Thanks Eddie. I appreciate it.

- Now have a drink. Let's not all stress about anything.

Life's far too short.

Ronnie, my dear friend. How are you?

- Where's the meat?

I aint got all day. I have to get back to the farm.

- Of course you're a busy man. I understand that.

- Is he a squealer?

- Should imagine they all are.

- Some more than others.

- Ronnie, a pleasure. Should I take-

- Take your fucking hands off my bag.

No one goes near that bag but me.

Is that clear?

- Crystal.

- Show me the way.

- And when it's finished, get back down in,

taking me to the club later.

Okay.

- Well, I guess I'll see you later then.

- You can count on it.

- Do you wanna get a drink later?

- With you? I'd rather not.

- Phew, playing hard to get.

- Well, this one shouldn't take more than about 30 minutes.

- Wait, you're gonna come 'em up with those?

- Oh yes.

- Here? - Oh yes.

- No bigger knives? - Oh no.

- Well, I'll leave it to you then.

- What's the matter? - Too squeamish to watch?

- No, I mean, I would stay, but I've, I just ate.

Nah, the youth of today. No balls.

Isn't that all right, young man?

Well, I'd like to say that I'm gonna make this as quick

and as painless as possible.

But guess what? That would be a lie.

I'm going to enjoy making you suffer.

- What the fuck?

You backstabbing bitch.

- What the fuck?

- Get away from him, you psycho.

But you fuckers hired me in the first place.

- And now I'm terminating your contract.

- What can I say? You really have missed me.

- You think?

- For what it's worth, I miss you too.

- Look, I honestly didn't know what they did to your sister.

I swear, Tristan.

I believed what Brandon told me.

I believe you.

- Your mom was good to me.

If I'd have known, I,

I never would've let them get away with it.

- Look, let's just finish this one once and for all.

- Tristan. What the hell?

- You shouldn't have underestimated me.

Big mistake.

- Wait.

- That's some top shit.

- Oh, are you still here?

- Apparently so.

- She's my emotional support blanket.

She's been looking after me. Haven't you darling?

- I certainly have.

- You know, kind of felt sorry for Tristan.

I mean, what a terrible way to go.

What a terrible way to leave this world, right?

- He deserved it, Brandon, you know that.

- Yeah, you're right.

I mean he, he was a pain in the ass, right?

I, I really should be celebrating, don't you think?

- Right. Let's get you some drinks then, boss.

- That sounds good.

Carlos.

- I've just finished speaking with Marcus,

and he tells me that Alexander hung up on him.

Seriously? Is this how you guys run a business?

Well? Is it?

Listen, I don't want to hear any of your lame ass excuses.

We have paid you a ton of money for our gear

and I would expect that you would at least keep us updated.

Is that too much to ask?

You know how this is gonna end if we don't get what we want.

And I promise you, it ain't gonna be pretty.

Do you understand me, Brandon?

- Right.

Asshole.

Hey Bobby, how you doing?

- Hey. Hey Brandon.

Just to let you know,

Lisa's been skimming into her back pocket.

The club's takings are terrible.

Oh, and you better keep a close eye on Tristan.

Word is, he's gunning for you.

You know, he's not the kind of guy to be messed with.

Just wanted to give you a heads up, brother.

I'll be in touch in the next month.

I have some business ideas I wanna share with you.

Could make us all a ton of money.

- No, you don't have to worry about Tristan anymore.

He's no longer a threat. Goodbye.

- Andrew. What's going on?

Yeah, unfortunately he'll never be a top G.

Know what I'm saying?

Yeah, yeah, that guy had a lot of potential, but,

yeah, it really does suck for him, doesn't it?

Wait, you want me to take out who?

Wait, I don't know about that, Andrew.

That sounds a little reckless.

Yeah, it really needs to look like a suicide.

I don't know if I like this whole way of ending it.

- Hello Alex.

Hello Alex. - Tristan.

- Now, now Tristan,

you don't wanna do anything rash, do you?

Keep your gun down, Tristan.

Calm down, Tristan. Don't do it.

You wouldn't wish this young lady get hurt, would you?

Hold that temper of yours, son?

She's innocent man. Come on.

Fuck.

If you want something done right.

You gotta do it your fucking self.

- That's for Katie.

- We thought it'll be a nice to put these on her grave.

- I should have been there for them when they needed me.

- It's not your fault.

You can't blame yourself.

Besides, at least you can say goodbye to her now.

- Irish blood, Irish heart.

- Your mom would've been proud, Tristan.