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You have to get up.
Up, now.

Yeah, yeah.
I have to go out.

Why? W-What's --
What's wrong?

I want you to go down
and sit with Jamie.

I don't want him left
on his own.

Yeah, okay.

Father Scriven called
about the eulogy.

Yeah?

And if someone in the family
wants to talk about Jamie...

Um...
I'm happy to do it.

Unless you want to?

What about Michael?

What do you mean?

Maybe he should say
something, too.

I don't think that's something
he'd want to do.

I think it's only fair.

To who --
who, exactly?

To Jamie.

Do you want to humiliate me
in front of everyone?

Is that it?

Of course not.

Then why are you
doing this?

You know I never once tried
to punish you

or make you feel bad
about what happened.

Not once.

If anything, I blamed myself
for ending up in prison

and leaving you all alone,
and now, what?

You --

You make me feel
like the shitty one

'cause you...

fucked my brother?

Jamie's dead.

He's gone.

He doesn't care who says
what at his funeral.

I do.

Michael didn't know
Jamie.

I did.

I'm doing the eulogy, not him,
and that is fucking it.

Don't I have a say
in this?

No!

Why are you doing this?

Why are you making me fight
for something

that should be mine --
that is mine?

Fuckin' why?

How are you?

How are you?

You know where
it's parked?

If you don't use it in
the next week or so,

shift it somewhere else.

You don't want it
attracting attention.

I'll do that.

I'm sorry about what happened
to your boy, Amanda.

That was wrong.

Thanks, Noel.

And I really appreciate
you doing this for me.

I won't forget this
now.

Promise.

Take care.

Jimmy, if there's anything
you need me to do today,

just ask.
No.

No.

I've sent someone on Moore,
by the way.

He'll call me when
he gets a sniff.

Who is it?
You don't know him.

He owes me.
This'll settle his debt.

I can't use anyone
Frank knows,

and I'm not exactly
fucking spoilt for choice, am I?

Has he done this before?

I mean...

Seriously, Jimmy?

What's the problem,
Michael?

He's hardly gonna rat us out,
not after helping us.

It's not the "after"
I'm worried about.

By then, everyone will know
it was us anyway.

But if I'm walking in somewhere
on some spotter's say-so,

I need to know
he's reliable.

You don't have to worry
about that, do you, Michael?

I'm doing the shooting.

That's not
what we agreed.

That's exactly
what's gonna happen.

I'm doing it.

For Jamie.

Killing someone's different
than hurting them, Jimmy.

I should be doing this.

Well, then you need
to find someone else,

because I haven't driven
in nearly 10 years.

Do you really want to be
doing this

with someone
who can't drive properly?

You think I can't
fucking do this?

Is that it?

If you want me to do this
with you,

I do the shooting.

Okay?

Where have you been?

We've been looking
for you.

I got held up.

Don't close that yet.

I want to say goodbye to him
properly.

We're already late.

Don't worry, Mam.

They won't start
without us.

Where's your Da?

Down in the den
with Uncle Michael.

Just give me one minute.

Ah, balls.

I thought I told you not
to leave Jamie alone.

Well, you said until
the undertakers came,

which is exactly
what I did.

You should be upstairs
instead of hiding down here.

Yeah, well, your mother
was at me fucking head, so...

I got the car
from Noel.

Amanda.

You sure you want
to go through with this?

If you don't want to do
this, Michael...

No.
...just say so.

All I'm saying is you
don't have to decide now.

You can wait.

See how you feel.

I don't want to wait.

- Are you okay, Pet?
- Yeah.

You know she wouldn't let
Fudge or Kem come today?

A lot of people would've liked
to pay their respects.

Look around you.

Jamie deserves better
than this.

He should've had
a proper funeral.

This is --

It's what Amanda wanted.

She's grieving.

She shouldn't be allowed
to make decisions like this.

She's only gonna end up
regretting them later.

You look so handsome.

Oh, Jesus...

I love you.

You can close it now.

What's he doing here?

He's just come to pay
his respects.

That night was all kinds
of fuzzy.

Anything at all that
you can remember?

I told you --
it was dark.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see the shooter
or the car or anything.

So, end of.

Oh, yeah.
I heard you and Caolan Moore

had a dust-up
the other night.

That was nothing.

If he's the one
that killed Jamie,

help us get him, Eric.

I'm not
a fucking rat.

From what I hear,
Moore's been laughing at you.

He'd telling people
you can't touch him.

Is that true, Eric?

Come on.
Help us, Eric,

and we'll
put him away for you.

He won't be laughing
at you then.

Don't know anything.

Didn't see anything,
so...

'Cause he -- he's making you
look like a sap.

You know that,
don't you? I mean,

all I'm hearing
is people are saying

Caolan Moore put you back
in your fucking box.

Hmm.

Okay.

All I'll say is...

the two of you
can fuck off.

Father Now I invite
Jamie's father, Jimmy,

to say a few words.

I heard this saying once,
can't remember where exactly,

but it always stuck with me.

I don't know why.
It just did.

"You can only ever be as happy
as your unhappiest child."

And I know -- I know Jamie
wasn't exactly an angel.

I mean, you only -- you only
have to ask his teachers that.

I also know he was happy.

He just was.
It was in his nature.

Like, even --
even when he was a baby...

oh, man, he'd be smiling
all the time.

It was ridiculous.

People would come up to me
and Amanda

when they saw it
and they'd say,

"You only ever get
one of those, so..."

And every time
I'd come home,

I'd always know
Jamie was there

'cause I could hear
laughing and messing

as soon as
I came in the door.

I'm gonna miss that sound.

I'm gonna miss everything
about him,

but at least I know that
when he was here,

he was happy
and he made us happy.

He made me...

He, uh...

Thank you so much
for coming.

Thanks very much.

My deepest sympathies.

Your son is in my thoughts
and prayers.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming,
Eamon.

I wanted to pay
my respects.

It's the very least
I could do.

Excuse me.

Anna.

Anna.

Um, I'm -- I'm --

I know who you are.

I'm glad you came today.

I know Jamie
would have been, too.

He was telling me
all about you.

He said --
He said how nice you were,

that you were friendly
and -- and --

Look, I'm sorry,
but I have to go.

Can -- Can you stay a little
longer so we can talk?

Maybe there's a cafe
around here.

We could go somewhere
or...

You're not supposed to be
anywhere near me,

and if I told my grandmother
about this,

you would be in
big trouble.

I know.

But I'm -- I'm hoping
that can change.

I'm -- I'm applying to the
courts to let me see you again.

That's not gonna happen.

They're not gonna allow you
to see me,

not after what you did.

Well, look,
we're here now.

Can we talk now
for a few minutes?

Maybe get to know
each other again?

And talk about what?

I don't know.
Whatever you want.

Name it.

Ask me
whatever you want.

No. Sorry.

There is absolutely nothing
I want to talk to you about.

- Okay.
- See you.

Bye.
Thank you.

Deepest sympathies,
Bridget.

I'm glad you came.

I know it's not much
of a send-off,

but it is what
the boy's mother wanted.

Well, if there's anything
I can do,

you only have to ask.

Well, you could give us
Caolan Moore.

You haven't changed,
Birdy.

Good to see you out,
Michael.

Shame about
the circumstances.

Keeping a low profile
these days?

That's the plan.

Well, if you ever feel
like a bit of sun,

I have a few places
sitting empty in Marbella.

Just hop on a flight, you know,
and we'll put you up.

Yeah, maybe.

Whatever you're into,
we can lay it on for you --

gear, girls.

Unless, of course,
you're a faggot like Frank.

But we can sort you out
with that, too.

I'm only messing with you,
Michael.

Live and let live.

That's my motto.

I heard you were there when
Jimmy's young lad was shot.

Yeah.

That was some
fucking cock-up.

That is one way
of putting it.

Oh.

Main thing is it's all
put to bed now.

Hope that's clear, Mike?

Yeah.
Good.

And I'm serious
about the apartment.

Come visit.

I'll give you the five-star
treatment.

Where's Jamie's friends?

I didn't see
any of them here.

They're not here.

Well, why not?

School wouldn't let
them come,

said anyone seen
would be in trouble.

What? Because he'd been
suspended?

No, Mam.

Because he was
a Kinsella.

Ah.

You look well.

Thank you.

Thanks for taking the time
to see me.

Oh, stop it, now.

I only postponed you
once.

This is for
Luke's birthday.

What is it?

If I'd wanted you to know
ahead of him,

I wouldn't have wrapped it,
would I?

It's very thoughtful.

Thank you.

How are the girls?

Good.

You should call them yourself
and ask them.

I take it Marta's well?

If you're going to be cruel,
let's not talk about her.

I'm never cruel.

I'm resentful.
There's a difference.

I resent how quickly she was
able to

work out all the things
I couldn't,

like live in Spain,
away from all your shit here.

What?
Was it really that bad?

You tell me.

You were the one who left,
Eamon.

Could you just give us
a second, please?

We're not quite ready yet.

I'll give you a shout,
John.

Look, Eamon...

I had planned to save this

'till after dessert,
so as to not ruin the meal,

but I'm not sure
I can wait that long.

A few months ago,
I found a lump,

and I've had it checked
and biopsied.

And it's not good.

What do you mean by
"not good"?

What do you think I mean?

Who'd you see?

We'll get
a second opinion.

I don't mean here.
We'll go to the States.

They've got wonderful
facilities --

Eamon, stop.

This is a problem
you can't fix.

Moore's on a session
with his mates.

He's just sitting there.

You sure you want to do this
on the day we buried Jamie?

It's fucking karma.

Amanda?

Moore knows it's
Jamie's funeral,

and he thinks we'll be
distracted by that.

That's why he's out.

When will we get
another chance like this?

Okay.

Go straight home.

We'll see you there.

Hey.
Don't worry.

We'll see you later.
I promise.

Come here.

Love you.

Mind yourselves.

Want a bump?

When you go in that door,

Keith said Moore's halfway down
on your right-hand side.

He's wearing a red puffa jacket,
so it won't be hard to spot.

See this prick?

I got info that he's the one
who shot Jamie,

just in case
he's in there, too.

After you've done it,
keep going straight on.

There's an exit door
at the back.

I know, Jimmy.
You told me.

I know I told you.

Just going over it
so we're clear, is all.

You get to that door,
I'll be waiting for you.

Michael.

Fuck.

Get down!

What the fuck happened?
Are you alright?

The back door
was padlocked.

Did you get him?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Well?

It's done.

Where's Michael now?

Gone home.

But everything
went okay?

Yeah.

It's already up on Twitter
about the shooting.

They haven't named Moore
yet,

but they're saying
the victim is dead.

Alright. Go get a shower
before the guards arrive.

Leave your clothes out
for the wash.

Okay.

I'm gonna take this.

- Alright, Eamon?
- You have no idea

what you have
just fucking started.

You and your idiot son

and your whole
fucking inbred family --

you're all done,
'cause you're fucking dead.

Listen, Eamon, whatever
you might think one of us --

No, you fucking listen!

That funeral suit, Frank --
you better mind that,

'cause it's gonna get
lots of fucking use,

I promise you that.

What the fuck?

It's unlocked.

I'm not armed.
You can come in.

Are you arresting him
or not?

'Cause I want to know
if I need to call a solicitor.

Yeah, you need to
call one.

Mam, what's going on?

Go on over to Birdy's.

You can sleep there
tonight.

Are you sure you don't want me
to stay here with you?

I'll call you
if I need you.

'Night, Da.'Night, son.

You alright?
Yeah, I'm grand.

What's going on
over there?

Dunno. They're searching
our gaff and Michael's.

Did they say
what it was about?

Not to me.

Bed's made up in the spare room.
Now go on up.

Thanks, Birdy.
G'night.

G'night, pet.

That circus outside --

I presume that's about
Caolan Moore getting clipped?

Yeah.

So, somebody please
fucking tell me

that the keystone cops
have it arseways

and that it wasn't Jimmy
or Michael who killed him?

You're gonna have to talk
to them about that.

What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?

It means you need
to speak to them.

Oh. Fuck.

Have you any fucking idea
what's gonna happen now,

if they did that?

Have you?
Jimmy is fucking dead.

You know that, don't you?
It's only a matter of when.

'Cause Eamon's gonna put
a bounty on his head,

and he'll make it
so fucking big

that any junkie
with a gun

will be out there
trying to claim it.

And Michael, too.

They won't be able to cross
the street

without looking
over their shoulder.

Any time a fucking car
pulls up

or a door opens
behind them,

they'll be thinking,
"Are they here for me?"

And one fucking day,
they fucking will be.

Caolan Moore killed Jamie.

- What did he expect?
- Just shut the fuck up!

You don't have a notion
what you're talking about,

so keep it
fucking buttoned.

Frank.
Anthony's asleep upstairs.

You go and tell your husband
that he and his brother

have fucked this family.

They have fucked us.

And we're all gonna have to pay
for what they did,

every one of us.

Go home, Amanda.
Go home.

We'll talk to you
later.

Well, they won't say
what they have on you,

which means either they're
saving it for the interview --

big fucking reveal -- or maybe
they have nothing at all.

You okay?
You look like shit.

Where's Jimmy?
He's not here.

I think they took him
to Kevin Street Station.

Is there anything I need to know
before the interview?

'Cause if there's a chance
of witnesses or evidence

linking you to the shooting,
I want to know.

There isn't.

What about CCTV?

Um...

the only reason I'm here
is because the lad who was shot

was the one
behind Jamie's death.

That's why they picked up me
and Jimmy.

That's all?

Nothing else?

No. Nothing.

Alright.

Michael?

Michael?

Fuck.
You sure you're okay?

Yeah.
I-I need a drink of water.

Yeah, um...

Guard.
Guard.

We need some medical help
over here now!

Come on!

Alright.

The fuck?

It's not even00.

Frank told us to
meet him here.

Why?

Caolan Moore's
brown bread.

He was clipped, man.

Fuck off.
Who got him?

Michael.

He walked into some pub
on his own,

done him
in front of everybody.

Bang, bang in the head.
No backup or nothing.

How'd you know
it was Michael?

Him and Jimmy were lifted
straight away.

Everyone knows
it was him.

It's all here, V.

"The Gardai are quizzing
two men in relation

to the killing
of drug dealer Caolan Moore.

One of the men in custody
is a well-known

gangland criminal
from the capital.

Dubbed 'The Magician'...

the 36-year-old
convicted killer

was only recently
released from jail."

"The Magician".
He's even got his own nickname.

And you know why they call him
"The Magician", don't you?

'Cause he makes
people disappear.

Sick, man.

Did yous know
about this before?

No one did.
Frank kept it close.

Caught everyone
on the hop.

Oh.

That's the way to get them,
yeah?

Fuck you, Caolan Moore.

Yup.

He's some man.

Hey, uh, I need to speak to
someone about my son, in 312.

I need one of you to, uh,
ring the guards

and tell them you want
an armed officer here

to protect him
and to protect you, too.

'Cause if you don't, there's
every chance someone's gonna

show up here with a gun,
try and kill him.

Yous two go down and wait
by the main entrance.

Keep an eye out
for anyone sketch.

Yeah.

So, is it true?
It was Michael?

Yeah.

Him and Jimmy have gone
and fucked everything up.

They were right
to do it.

Don't be a fucking clown,
Eric.

Jamie was Jimmy's son.

He was only doing what any
proper father would do.

See, that's why
you don't make decisions.

The nurses say the coppers
are sending a car over.

Thank fuck.

Dr.
Would you say these episodes

have been getting
progressively worse?

In general, yeah.

And more frequent?

Yeah.

What I'm gonna do is write
a report of what happened here

and send it to your GP,

who will refer you
to a consulting neurologist.

Why can't you just tell me
what's wrong with me?

It's not that simple.

There are doctors
who specialize in this area.

They'll need to do tests
before a diagnosis can be made.

Please.

Look, this is just
my initial opinion,

and like I said,
you'll have to do tests

but considering the head trauma
and your symptoms,

I'd say it's possible
you may have developed epilepsy.

Can it be cured?

It can be managed.

Try to avoid anything

that makes you
susceptible to seizures.

Like what? I --

It's different for everyone,
but the kinds of things

that are considered to be
triggers are lack of sleep,

excessive alcohol
or drug-taking.

Stress is a big one.

Try to avoid
stressful situations.

Thank you.

Hey, Doc. So, uh,
can he still be interviewed

after having a seizure?

Dr. I'd recommend
it's rescheduled.

Thanks.

Lock the door.

Don't open it to anyone,
you understand?

No one.

Soon as the banks
are open,

you lodge everything
you've got in here.

You need to find somewhere else
to put it in the future.

Okay.

Stay here.

In the latest gangland
shooting, a young father of two

was gunned down
at this Dublin pub last night.

Caolan Moore was celebrating
the recent birth

of his daughter Leah, when the
gunman entered the pub

and shot him five times.

Moore's fiancée,
Shannon Gogarty,

said he was a loving father,

who enjoyed nothing more than
spending time with his kids.

I'm glad he did it,
Mam.

I'm glad he did it
for Jamie.

Frank?

Dotser?

Fudge,
get them boxes there.

Alright.

Here. When you're doing
your collections,

make sure you've got
Kem with you at all times.

Don't go anywhere
on your own.

Okay.

The lads will be asking
what we're doing for stuff

when this lot runs out.

Just tell them
Eamon Cunningham's

not our only
supplier, okay?

Okay?

Yeah.

When you're done at the bank,
go over to my place.

I'll call you when I'm there and
tell you what things to pack,

and bring it all over
to Birdy's house.

You moving in
with Birdy?

Just do what I ask,
okay?

Okay.

He had two young kids.

Did you know that?

We all leave
someone behind.

And his fiancée --

she looked about 16.

They were his responsibility,
Amanda, not yours.

Moore made
his own choices.

He let them down,
no one else.

Forget about him.

What if I can't?

You just have to,
Amanda.

You're gonna drive yourself
crazy.

What's done is done.

Push it as far away as you can
and leave it there.

Forget it ever happened.

Is that what you did
with Allison?

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

No.

With Allison,
I do the opposite.

Hello?

I hope you're happy,
you fucking bitch.

It's your fault he's dead.

Noel's blood is on your hands.

He's dead because he helped you.

You're the reason
that our girls have no Da.

You're the reason
for all of this.

You're to blame,
you fucking bitch.

You fucking bitch!