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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 ♪