All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S01E01

MAN: To field strip a Glock, the
first thing you want to do is make
sure the Glock is empty.

Lock the slide back,
remove the magazine.

The magazine is empty, open up the
slide.

Keep your finger off the trigger.
Double check. No round in the
chamber.

With the Glock, you need to pull the
trigger to disassemble it.

Once you've done that,
reach up behind the Glock ear,

roll your finger over the top
and slowly squeeze back.

It'll come back about a quarter of
an inch.

There's a release button
on both sides of the Glock.

It's called the slide lock.

Go ahead and pull both of them
at the same time and let the slide
go forward.

Shit!

WOMAN: Nigel?
- (Knock on door)

Nigel, open the door, will you?
(Continues knocking)

- ..and now your Glock is
field-stripped. - Nigel!

- What?
- What are you doing with the door
locked?

- Updating my Bebo page.
- "Updating my Bebo page"?

Yesterday, I'd Warren on my lap
looking for The Tweenies.

And you know what pops up instead?

Some young one with two big...

- I'm not even going to say it. It
was disgusting. - What are you
talking about?

I don't want you looking up filth
on the computer.

- I was updating my Bebo page.
- "Updating my Bebo page."

- Where are you going?
- To get Warren a new pair of
runners.

They come with a free football.
All his friends have them.

- What friends?
- His friends at the crèche.

- Do you want to come?
- Shopping?

- Shopping, yeah.
- OK.

Just give me five minutes. I've to
change.

- This jumper is too tight.
- Aw, c'mon, if you're coming!

"Updating my Bebo page!"

Yeah.

(Mobile rings)

Yeah?

- All right, brother?
- Who's that?

- It's me, you eejit.
- Darren?

- Yeah.
- Oh, man! I'm just after getting
out there now.

Just this minute there.
I'm out on the road now waiting for
Tommy.

- Where are you?
- I'm in a taxi on my way from the
airport.

- Did they not stop you coming
through? - No, I breezed on through.

Oh man! Ah, that's brilliant.
Brilliant!

Here, are you going to Mary's first?

- No, I'm heading straight into see
you. - Ah, yeah, man, can't wait.

- Whose number is this?
- It's my number.

I bought the SIM card at the
airport.

- Are you on your Spain mobile as
well? - No, no.

This is my number for when I'm here.

Hey, listen, I've to get credit for
my phone so will you ring Tommy and
see where he is.

OK, no worries.

- What are you looking at?
- You.

- You want to watch some TV, Mary?
- No.

I have to pick up the kids
and get the place ready for Robbie.

- Shit!
- What?

- Robbie! I said I'd pick him up. I
forgot. - (Mobile rings)

You said you'd pick him up?
He's not waiting for you, is he?

Where's my phone?

Hello?

Tommy, it's Darren. What are you at?

- Darren! Are you back in Dublin?
- Yeah, I just got in.

Where are you? Robbie is waiting for
you.

I know. I'm on the way.

Are you banging some young one?

- No! No way, what are you talking
about? - Well, what then?

Look, Darren, I'm sorry, I forgot.

- What are you doing?
- Getting dressed.

Ah, I knew it! I knew you were
banging some young one.

Go on, hurry up, will you?

I'll call you back. I've to ring my
sister.

- He's in the country, is he?
- Yeah.

Eejit!

(Mobile rings)

That's him now.

- Hello, Darren, does nobody tell me
anything? - How did you know it was
me?

- What are you doing back? You'll
get arrested. - I won't.

You will! That's two of yous
I have to worry about now.

Ah, Mary, don't be worrying, will
you? I'm going back to Spain in two
days.

Mary!

- Where are you now?
- I'm on my way in to see Robbie.

Tommy is late to meet him.

I just rang him there now
and he was in bed with some young
one.

He's a sap is what he is.

- I thought you'd a soft spot for
him. - He's a sap.

(Mobile rings)

(Ringing tone)

- Nigel, where are you?
- I'm coming.

We've been waiting ten minutes.

- What are you talking about? It's
five minutes. - It's ten minutes!

The shops won't be closing any time
soon.

I'm giving you two minutes.
Otherwise, we're gone.

If you got off the phone,
I'd be there now, wouldn't I?

20 Euro phone credit.

(He keys in code)

I like your magazine.

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

Yes, hello. I'd like to place an
order, please, for two eight-balls
of banger, 20 Jimbobs...

- Yeah, Robbie?
- ..and a couple of Russian hookers.

- Hello?
- Yeah, Robbie, I'm in the car with
Trish.

I have you on speaker.

- How are you, Robbie?
- All right, Trish? How's things?

- How's little, uh...your little
fella. - Warren?

He's great.

- So are we meeting up?
- That's why I'm ringing you.

- Is that all right?
- What are you looking at me for?

I've to go over to Mary's but I was
thinking we could go for a few quiet
ones later.

Yeah, for sure, man.

I've to go.
I'm meeting Darren so I'll talk to
you later.

Hey, Robbie? Robbie?

(Line goes dead)

What?

- You're not going out with that
headbanger! - Ah, he was joking.

Aw, it's been nice and quiet for the
last year.

If you start getting up to that shit
again, Nigel,

- I'm telling you, you're out the
door. - He was joking.

(Phone rings)

- Yeah?
- Where are you?

- Getting phone credit.
- I was trying to call you back
there.

I was on the phone to the Nidge man.

(Sighs) Is he coming out later?

If he can get Trish to let go
of his nut sack he will.

- Does Rosie know you're back?
- No.

You're a madman for leaving
without her, you know that?

Yeah.

- Are you going to see her?
- Yeah.

- Good luck with that.
- What do you mean?

Nothing. I mean, it's been nearly a
year, man.

- Is Tommy not there yet, no?
- No.

- Please, buy this magazine or put
it back. - All right, all right!

It's shite anyway.

(Mobile rings)

What are you doing?
Taking a bus or something?

- Man, I'm in the car.
- Hurry up, will you? Robbie is
waiting on you.

- He's at the shop.
- Yeah, OK.

I'm not saying you can't go out.
If you want to go out, go out.

- I will.
- I can't stop you.

No, you can't.

But I don't want to get some disease
you pick up from some junkie jizz
bucket.

- It was a joke!
- Yeah, genital warts is hilarious.

That was years ago.
Jeez, are you going to bring that up
every time?

I'm sick of this.

- Are you sulking?
- No.

- You are sulking.
- I'm not sulking.

I don't want all that crap to start
now that Robbie's out, that's all.

It's one night, all right?

I'm going out with him,
having a laugh, end of story.

I won't look at another woman, OK?

- What are you going to get?
- I don't know.

I need a new jacket or something.

(Mobile rings)

All right, brother, what's the
story?

Tommy is on the way.

- In the scratcher with some young
one, was he? - Yeah.

- Hey, where are you now?
- I'm on the M50, I'll be there in
ten.

- You wouldn't believe it.
- What?

- A little cracker, she is.
Just walked in. - Yeah?

- All right?
- Hiya.

- Unbelievable!
- What are you going to do?

Wait till she comes out and see what
happens.

She's got a nipper with her, though.

Well, I'll babysit for you!

- Oh, man, I'm getting married now,
that's it. - Right.

You go talk to her. I'll call you
back.

- You might as well talk to me
now... - (Six gunshots)

Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie!

How about this?

(Sirens blaring)

No, look! No, sorry!
Listen, you don't understand.

It's my brother.
Get out of my way! Get out of my
way!

(Sirens wail)

What did they say?

What's the excuse this time?

They have to wait for the main guy
from the Technical Bureau.

Wait? Wait for him to finish his
tea, is it?

- This is your fault, you know that?
- I'm sorry.

- You should have been here.
- I know, I just...I forgot.

You forgot!

Leaving him here waiting for you.

You didn't even ring him
to tell him you'd be late.

I don't know what to say, man. I'm
sorry.

You knew he was getting out.
I told you he was getting out.

All you had to do was be here.
Was that too much for you?

I don't know, I just...I forgot.

You forgot.

Do you want me to call Mary for you?

No, I'll ring her.

What's it got to do with you?

You've done enough for one day.

I don't want to go in.

- I don't want to.
- OK.

I knew this was going to happen.
You always know.

I knew it was going to happen. I
knew it was.

Cops say if anyone saw anything?

They won't say anything, will they,
Mary?

I'm sure they've an idea.
I'm sure they'll get them.

It could have been half a dozen of
them.

- Are you going to be all right?
- Yeah, come on.

- Darren.
- Yeah?

Mary is here.

Mary is outside.

Yeah.

Do you want me to get her?

No.

Fucking Tommy!

- Do you think...?
- No.

No?

No.

Right, I'll go out to her.

Here, Nidge, will you stay here with
him, will you?

I don't want him on his own.

Just say a prayer or something.

OK.

Just say a prayer that we
find...whoever.

Because when I find them,
I'm going to kill them.

Mary.

(She sobs)

Mary, come here.

(He whispers)

Sssh.

(Nidge sniffs)

(Car pulls up outside)

Bastards!

There's more newspaper bastards
outside.

- Can you believe the neck of them?
- Vultures!

Who do they think they are?
How do they all know where we live?

- I'll get rid of them.
- No, stay where you are.

That's what they want, to have you
arrested.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going out to them.

- Mary, sit down. I'll go out...
- No!

You'll get arrested.

I'm your big sister.
Will you do what I want for once?

Are you happy now?
Got your photographs?

We're not taking any photos of you.

But you were taking photographs of
my house.

You know we're burying
my brother, Robbie, tomorrow?

All I'm doing is my job.

I want to show you something.
Can I show you these? It'll take
five minutes.

All I want is five minutes to show
you my little brother wasn't a
nobody.

- I didn't say he was.
- This is a picture of the three of
us.

That's him there. That's my brother.

This is a school picture of him.

This is another school picture of
him. That's my brother.

This is us at my eldest child
Grainne's christening.

He was the godfather.

That's him with his football team.
See him there?

That's him before a match at Croker.
See him smiling? That's my brother.

And this is one of the last
photographs I have of him.

That's my brother.

And what does gangland mean anyway?

- Call Nidge, will you, Mary?
- OK.

What are you waiting for? A receipt?

Is that him clear now?

- No, he owes another two grand.
- But that's 20,000 I've given you.

Yeah, but he owes us 22.
Could you not have asked them for
22?

20. That's the most the Credit Union
will give me.

What about the bank, no?

I don't know where I'll get it from.

You'll have to borrow it from
someone, won't you?

What did you say to the Credit
Union?

- Will he be all right?
- I don't know.

Will he?

TRISH: Darren has been arrested.
- I know. Arseholes!

- They could have waited till after
the funeral. - Tell her it'll be OK.

- He's got the best criminal brief
in town. - I rang the Gardai. They
won't tell me anything.

He's before the District Court at
11.

- Will he get bail?
- Of course he'll get bail, Mary.

I don't know. He should, but you
never know.

Shut up, you! You're making it
worse. Of course he'll get bail.

I'm going down the courtroom now.
You can come if you want, Mary.

Darren said it was mandatory
ten years he could get for it.

For what?

- For possession. For having a gun
in the house. - Aw, Mary, Mary,
Mary.

It was a 9-millimetre
semi-automatic.

Not a bleedin' rocket launcher he
had, OK?

Jesus, he'll get five, tops.

Shut up, you! You're making it
worse.

Mary, don't worry about it. I'll get
it sorted, OK?

(Mary sobbing)

Good man, Pat. The cops are stupid.

Imagine putting the wrong date
on the search warrant.

It doesn't matter that
he bunged off to Spain?

He was never arrested, so
technically,

this is the first time the bench
warrant has been served on him.

Magic! You've got to love the law.

DARREN:
So, Pat, what happens now?

- They set a trial date and let me
know. - That's bullshit! It was a
defective warrant.

- What are you? Judge Judy?
- I'm saying the warrant doesn't
apply.

Am I right, Pat? What's the use in
going to trial if the warrant isn't
worth shit?

I'm going to write a letter to the
Chief State Solicitor's office -
they mightn't pursue it.

- See? I told you.
- Shut up, you.

What do you mean, they mightn't
pursue it?

If the whole basis of a potential
trial rests on a defective
warrant...

- All that was wrong with it was the
date. - Doesn't matter.

If they think they'll get a
conviction, they'll run with it but
there's a good chance they won't.

- Why not?
- The cost to the State.

- Serious?
- I told you.

Why not tell me this now,
get it over and done with?

Because there might be some little
bollix in here,

he'll think you want to piss away
a couple of million going after you.

- Always a little bollix somewhere.
- I don't have to do anything?

No. I'll write that letter
and we'll take it from there.

Right, cheers.

But you won't be able to leave the
jurisdiction until all this is
sorted and...

keep your head down.

You'll have to get a job!

How are we going to work this, by
the way? For paying you.

You don't have to pay me. It's
sorted.

(Siren wails)

Hands on the bonnet.

How are you, Stumpy? Is Rosemary
coming to pay her respects as well?

Brendan, you should sit with us.
You're still family.

Thanks.

- John Boy.
- How are you, Darren?

- You got bail OK, yeah?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Pat's the business, you know?
- Thanks, I appreciate it.

I'm sorry about Robbie. It's
terrible.

I know this is no use to you
but I'm going to say it anyway.

- Whoever did this...you know what
I'm saying? - Yeah.

- Cos we don't forget.
- I'll talk to you later.

- We'll sort this out.
- I'll talk to you later.

- Yeah.
- OK.

- Sorry, brother.
- Thanks.

- Sorry, Darren.
- Cheers. Thanks for coming.

Trish.

Thank you.

- Nidge, man.
- Good to see you.

- I'm so sorry.
- Thanks for coming.

Hey, Rosie.

- I'm so, so sorry.
- Yeah, I know.

I would have come over last night
except I didn't find out till late.
I should have...

No, no. We weren't able
to bring him home till now.

I'm so, so sorry.

Are you saying hello, Grainne?
Remember Darren's Rosie?

Hi, girls.

They've got so big...in a year.

Here, I heard last night
Jimmy Byrne has skipped town.

Is he the fella Robbie glassed
inside?

The scar he has on the side of his
face from it.

- Where did you hear this?
- I was down the Chinaman last
night.

Are you going to say it to Darren?

The brother is going to say it to
him after this.

- Did you not have your breakfast,
no? - I'm hungry.

- Could you not eat inside?
- I can't eat with your man in the
coffin in there.

Rosie?

Will you...?

- Will you hold back?
- Of course.

Sorry.

Here, Nidge.

STUMPY: What's keeping her?

NIDGE: OK, family only now, please.
Just the family, yeah?

- You can't come in.
- I need to take a piss.

I have to lock the door. They're
closing the coffin. I'm closing the
door.

- I'll be two minutes.
- You can fuck off.

DARREN: I hate this.
- I know.

I have to close the lid.

It can wait if you want.
You don't have to do it now.

I just don't want this to be
happening, you know?

- I know.
- Yeah?

If you want to spend more time with
him, do it now, OK?

Is that what you want?

No, I have to do it now. Yeah, yeah.

Will you stay here? OK.

Here, girls,
do you want to put your teddies in
now?

OK, here. Good girl.

(Wailing)

What's Tommy doing over there?

- Tommy!
- Hey, just leave him, will you?

- Where were you?
- She was paying her respects,
wasn't she?

I got these scapulars for the both
of yous.

I meant to get them before but...

They're supposed to protect you,
so...

I forgot to put it in the coffin.

Put yours on.

Are you all right?

I always knew this was going to
happen.

- Except I always thought it would
be you. - It should have been me.

It's so final.

At least he's with Ma.

- I would have loved if he had
children. - Yeah.

Well, maybe he does.

- I don't want to leave him.
- I know.

I don't want to leave him.

Fucking Tommy!

All he had to do was pick him up.

- It's not Tommy's fault.
- Yeah, it is.

It's not just his fault.

- I didn't know you were coming
back. - No-one really knew.

I could have hooked you up over
there.

- Where?
- Spain.

I said it to Robbie, you know?

Don't know if he said it
but I bought this place over there.

The other side of Puerto BanUs,
the road to Estepona, do you know
that?

Yeah, yeah.

Four bedroom, marble floor,
stunning. Not like over here.

If you ask for marble floor,
they think you're talking about
brushed concrete.

But you really should have given me
a call, you know?

Everything is coming from Spain now.
Up from West Africa.

Save me going to Amsterdam.

- Do you need money?
- No, I've enough for a bit.

- All right. Are you going to stick
around? - Yeah.

- Well, I have to for the court
case. - Ah, yeah.

- He's a top bloke, Pat.
- Oh, yeah, thanks for that. I'll
sort you out.

- For Pat's fees?
- Yeah.

I give him tons of business. It's
nothing.

- No, I will pay you back.
- Ah, no, it's nothing.

- Here, I'll go over...
- Go on.

- I will pay you back.
- Whatever.

- How are you bearing up?
- I'm tired.

- That was depressing.
- Yeah.

- I hate funerals.
- I'm not a big fan myself.

- Do you not think that was a bit
morbid? - What?

Having the body in the house like
that.

What else was she going to do with
him?

Leave him in a funeral home.

How long do you think
we've to go to this thing for?

Do you not want to stay, no?

- It's going to be depressing is
all. - What do you expect?

It's not The X Factor, is it?

We'll stay an hour tops.
Say we've got to get back for
Warren.

Get a few rum and Cokes in me
and I'll be all right.

A few rum and Cokes and you'll be up
on a table, trying to get your kit
off.

- Yeah, right!
- Yeah, right, you know it.

It'll be grand, OK?

HUGHIE: Aw, sandwiches again?
JOHN BOY: Stop moaning, Hughie.

There is hot food, you know.

- Where's the hot food?
- It's over the other side of the
bar.

- John Boy, do you want anything?
- Get us another one of them.

What?

Nothing.

- Get yourself something to eat,
will you? - I'm not hungry any more.

Brendan is going to take the kids
for a few days.

Come here.

Someone knew he was getting out,
that's for sure.

Obviously they knew. That's how they
shot him.

- Don't be such a prick, Nigel!
- I'm only saying.

- My Tony is dead five years now.
- They got the fella, didn't they,
Mrs Curry?

Sure it was his best buddy.
I near reared him myself.

It was an accident, he said in
court.

I suppose you all know
he went and hid Tony's body for a
few weeks,

which is something, as God is my
witness, I will never forgive him
for.

Bastard judge wouldn't let me
read a victim impact statement,

so I got no justice in the end.

Do you want another drink, Mrs
Curry?

I'm just popping out for a smoke.

- Hey!
- Oh!

- Are you back on the smokes?
- I know.

I thought you were going.

What, and leave without saying
goodbye?

- What are you doing?
- Keeping warm.

We'll go in the car.

- Where do you want to go?
- Nowhere.

- I mean to keep warm.
- Oh, right.

Yeah, OK.

Otherwise people will keep coming
out and we won't be able to talk.

NIDGE: Here.

- Where were you?
- Waiting outside.

What you doing that for?

- Talking to Darren yet?
- No.

I shook hands with him earlier.
He's not even talking to me.

- Would you blame him?
- No.

- Should I say something to him?
- Are you mad? You'll get your head
kicked in.

Just leave him alone, will you?

- What's wrong with you?
- I don't know what to do.

Have a drink and leave him alone.

I'd love just not to go back in.

- Just leave right now.
- Like the last time?

I'd bring you with me this time
though.

And I'm sorry for all the way it
happened.

- It doesn't matter.
- No, it does.

Cos I was thinking
when the cops raided the house,

they'd know you didn't know anything
cos I didn't say anything to you.

- And you didn't know, did you?
- No.

I didn't think you'd come with me.

What did you think I was going to
do?

JOHN BOY: Have you seen Darren?

He's outside.

Playing catch-up with Rosemary.
She's paying her respects...again.

You're a mouth!

Do you know that, Hughie?
You don't know when to shut up.

- It's not even funny.
- I thought it was funny.

You're a mouthy little queer!

Ow!

(Laughs)

What did you go and do that for?

What did I do? It was an accident.

ROSIE: I would have gone if you'd
asked me. - Yeah?

- Yeah, but you didn't ask me.
- I know.

- Why didn't you?
- Because I'm stupid, aren't I?

- A bit.
- (Knock on window)

- Where were you?
- What happened to you?

Ah, Hughie mouthing off.

I swear sometimes, if he wasn't John
Boy's brother - half-brother -
whatever he is,

I'd kill him, I would.

- Sorry, Darren, no offence, yeah?
- No, right.

- I thought you were gone or
something. - No.

I'm here talking to Darren.

I'll go back in.

You shouldn't be smoking, Rosemary.

You shouldn't be smoking, no?

No.

I was going to say.

NIDGE: All right, Joe?
- All right.

- You know Tommy. That's my brother,
Joe. - How are you?

All right.

- Where's Mary?
- She's over there.

- Catch you later.
- See you later.

And this is my niece, Siobhan.

- Buy us a drink, will you?
- You're too young to be drinking.

What are you talking about?
I'm 17. My da lets me drink.

Uh...no, he doesn't.

- Go on, I'll get you one. What do
you want? - Vodka.

You can have a beer.

Don't let your da catch you with
that.

You look sad.

It's a funeral, isn't it?

Was Robbie a good friend of yours?

Yeah.

- What are you doing there?
- Bluetooth.

- Is that you, is it?
- Uh...

Yeah.

(Car starts up)

I need to talk to you about
something.

Do you know Jimmy Byrne?

Jimmy Byrne? I thought he got
transferred.

Yeah, he did,
but he's been out for two months
now.

Yeah, but Robbie has been in a lot
of scraps.

He got this peacock
right down one side of his face.

Your man had been mouthing off,
saying about how he was going to get
Robbie done.

(Darren sighs)

- And where is he now?
- Done a runner. No-one knows where
he is.

He came in the Chinaman the other
night,

grinning like he won the Lotto,
Hughie was saying.

- And no-one has seen him?
- No. He's done a bunk.

And the only other thing is...

I don't even want to say this
but I'm going to say it anyway.

What?

Tommy.

Tommy was supposed to pick him up,
wasn't he?

- Yeah.
- Maybe it's nothing.

How are you doing?

I have to get out of here
for a couple of hours, OK?

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Yeah, OK.

- He's not even looking.
- Shut up, here he comes.

DARREN: Where did you get the suit
anyway? - I had it.

Looks like you're going to the
Oscars.

- Come on, man, I've to get out of
here. - All right.

- You as well.
- Come on.

NIDGE: I have to get something from
the house. I'll just be a minute.

Um...

(Turns on pop music)

DARREN: Can you believe this guy?

Changing again.

What's this shit you're listening
to?

♪ Techno
- That's better.

Here, what do you think of this?
(Laughs)

- Are you all right back there,
Tommy? - Yeah.

NIDGE: Come on, over here.

Come on, would you?

(Exhales heavily)

TOMMY: What are we doing?
- Target practice.

So, Tommy...

Mary was telling me why
you were late to pick up Robbie.

The Glock 17, the preferred weapon
of choice of NYPD, US Air Force

and bad fuckers the world over.

What's wrong with you?

(Nidge laughs)

Look, Darren, it was only...
once or twice with Mary.

I'm sorry.

NIDGE: So you're like...fuck
buddies.

You're an eejit, Tommy.
Do you know that?

You think I'm going to shoot you
because you're a useless, lazy,
pussy hound.

If he was riding my sister, I'd
shoot him.

Stop messing around, would you?

Which is worse, Tommy?
Being late for Robbie or riding my
sister.

- Being late for Robbie.
- Yeah.

So if I'm not going to shoot you for
that,

how do you reckon I'm going to shoot
you for being with Mary?

(Fires three gunshots)

Tommy, if Mary wants to ride you,
what do I care?

As long as you don't hurt her, yeah?

Come on, we need to film this
before it gets dark.

Yeah.

- I thought you were going to...
- I know what you thought.

Hold on.

(Ping)

Right, go.

The Glock 17, the preferred weapon
of choice of NYPD, US Air Force

and bad fuckers the world over.

- (Shot echoes)
- Bollix, what was that?

Ricochet.

- You hit the ground. You should aim
properly. - I am aiming properly.

(Two gunshots)