All language subtitles for Love.Hate.S05E02

(BELL CHIMING)

(MOTOR BIKE ENGINE REVVING)

PAULEY: Get off the fuckin' bike.

Get off the fuckin' thing!

Get off the fuckin' thing!

Back up!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GUNFIRE ON VIDEO GAME)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON VIDEO GAME)

NIDGE: You saw me trying to
talk to him, Pauley, for Jesus'
sake.

Didn't even bleedin' want to
give him 10 grand,

and he still spat it back in my
face.

What am I supposed to do?
Lie down, let him piss all over me?

No. I agree with you.

-You do?
-Yeah.

Fuckin' eejit deserves to get
slaughtered after that.

But if you need any help,
I can do it for you.

-You?
-Yeah.

I'll do it myself. It'll cost you,

but I'll get the job done.

I like to keep my hand in the game.
It keeps me sharp.

What do you think?

Yeah. Fuck it. Let's do it.

Let's whack the fucker.

Hey.

-I've left some dinner there for
you. -Thanks.

Will you look at this tonight?

-I want to book it soon.
-Sure.

'Night.

(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)

(SIGHS)

Cig.

I've gone through what we currently
have on Pauley Lawless.

Our last known intelligence,
and there's fuck all there.

I know. Sure he's been in Spain.

If you get a chance, I want you to
do a full background on him.

Including all his associates
before he left.

-Yeah, will do.
-And get onto Spain, will you?

Liaise with them. See what they
have.

Yeah. No problem, Cig.

-See you tomorrow.
-All right.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

-All right, Nidgy?
-How are you?

What?

I have to say, Nidgy,
I can't understand this.

Understand what?

Someone must've done something
that you don't know about.

-What the fuck are you on about?
-Patrick Ward.

You know what I'm talking about,
Nidgy?

He's the most peaceful fuckin'
pipe bomb maker I know.

-He's solid.
-Fran, don't be annoying me. All
right?

You don't want me to talk to him?

No. I'm dealing with it.

I know him, Nidgy.

I'll help you sort it. He'll talk to
me.

I don't want you to talk to him.

I don't want you to talk to him.
I'm done talking.

All right.

The offer is there, that's all.

You go near him to talk to him,

and you're going behind my back.
You know what I mean?

I'm only tryin' to help, Nidgy.

(DOGS BARKING)

No one will hardly come through the
back.

PATRICK: We need to fence it off,
to be sure.

(TYPING ON MOBILE PHONE)

(MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey, listen. Talk to you later,
yeah?

TERRY OVER RADIO: 2-7.
MICK OVER RADIO: Go ahead, Terry.

He's just gone into Phoenix Motors
here on Parkgate Street, Cig.

It's too tight in there.
Best I can do is cover the entrance.

8-0, do what you can, Terry.

I've no one else. You're on your
own.

TERRY: 2-7, roger, gaffer.

PAULEY: You'll need a
high-power bike for this.

My pal is out there strokin' a
Hayabusa for the job on your man.

What pal? I thought you said you'd
do it.

It's a bleedin' two-man job, Nidge.
Fuck sake.

Yeah? That'll cost me extra, will
it?

Fuck that, Nidge.

You wanna be fuckin'
taking the piss, do you?

No. That's...

That's sound, Pauley.

It's a bleedin' halting site.

Even a dog with a stick up its hole
knows a halting site is tricky.

He's doing a recce for me now.
See where their weakness is.

PAULEY: No sign of any Garda, Ado?

ADO: No, nothing.

Nidge, man, where are we going?

The zoo.

-Into the zoo?
-No.

Meet him out the front of it.

If we're followed, it's
easier to spot the Old Bill around
there.

-They'll be the ones with no kids.
-(PAULEY AND ADO CHUCKLE)

Brendan's smart like that.
You know what I mean?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

What are you doing, Patrick?

I'm catching rabbits. What do you
think?

It's a concentration camp,
it is now, is it?

One of the kids will hurt
themselves on that.

They'll get hurt if I don't put it
down.

PAULEY: There's Brendan now.

Come on, we'll head over.

Jesus, must come back here at some
stage.

Bring Nadine's nippers here
and see the monkeys and that.

Yeah? Introduce them to the
relations.

I love the monkeys,
but I feel sorry for them.

Chimpanzees do kill them.

What the fuck are you on about?

Not in here. In the wild, like.
The chimpanzees kill the monkeys.

NIDGE: Why?
ADO: For food.

What they do is they chase them, and
then they, like, set up an ambush.

And then when they catch them,
they rip them apart.

Are you sure there's no
relations of yours in there?

-ADO: Fuck off.
-(NIDGE CHUCKLES)

Thought you said
I had to provide the lorry driver.

I have a guy you can use for this
run.

And after that, you sort it yourself
with your own driver.

I can get a driver, no problem.

With a clean driving licence?

Yeah, of course.

Well, that's what you need.

Clean licence,
up-to-date tax and insurance.

There you go, Nidge, that's it.

We'll have you up and running by
next week, and you'll be brand new.

Right.

-Nothing else then?
-BRENDAN: Yeah.

Whatever lorry driver you use,
I never want to ever meet the fuck.

(CHUCKLES) See ya.

MICK: This is Bacon and Cabbage's
new thing.

Stop and search all the young
fellas, input into PULSE, and draw
up a bar chart.

Never gets the serious gow, but...

Looks good in PowerPoint.

We better go,
or we'll be late for the lamp.

And while we support
the enhanced engagement

of young people in the communities,

this pro-active engagement of police
practitioners needs to engage with,

and indeed, welcomes the active
support of the various strategic
stakeholders

in sustaining a service delivery
with reduced resources,

by deploying these policing
resources in a targeted way.

What the fuck is
Bacon and Cabbage talking about?

Leading to, we hope,
increased levels of customer
satisfaction.

(APPLAUSE)

You wait in the car.
You'll fucking antagonise him.

-I won't.
-Go on.

WOMAN: I'm conscious that
we've run over slightly,

so I propose we break for a
duration.

How are you, Chief?

I just want five minutes.

No problem, Mick.

Come and have that cup of tea with
me.

I can't give you any more resources.

We're already stretched
and way over-budget as it is.

I can't do it.

Nidge is gearing up again.

Chief, I know I can take him down.

I need some manpower.

Didn't I give you all the manpower

and all the resources
you needed the last time?

He was seen earlier today
in a car with Pauley Lawless.

-Never heard of him.
-He's Terence May's nephew.

There's no doubting that calibre,
but I need more, Mick.

Chief, look,

we can't half do our job.

I understand where you're coming
from

but we fucking need to do this
right.

Okay, Mick. Look, I'll see what I
can do.

Draft up a report
and send it up to me, okay?

It's the best I can do for you.

Okay?

Wants a report, does he?

Of fucking course he does.

PATRICK: I've seen that bike again.

Look at this.

Fran, would you not leave it?

You're only interfering.
You know what I mean?

No.

I can fucking sort this between
them.

We're gonna move the women
and children

over to the old station
road site for the night,

or maybe a day or two. Okay?

FRAN: Pull over there.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Fuck's going on here?

Fuck it.

Maybe we will leave it.

(CHATTERING OVER TV)

(TAPS)

Get the fuck down!

Get the fuck down!

Where the fuck is he, huh?

Where is Patrick?

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-You all right?
-PATRICK: Yeah, I'm all right.

-MAN: Did you get him, though?
-No, he got away.

Where the fuck is he?

-(MUSIC PLAYING)
-(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

-(SIGHS)
-(DOOR OPENS)

Your head ache?

Janet, do me a favour, yeah?

Don't be kissing me in front of
anyone, will you, now?

Yeah. Whatever you want.

I'm a bit bleedin' stressed, you
know.

There anything I can do?

Do you want me to leave?

Wanna talk?

A cup of tea?

Is there anything, hon?

Blowjob be out of the question?

Is that all right?

It's what I do, isn't it?

What's the towel for?

My knees are at me.

(DOOR BUZZES)

What are you doing, you mad yoke?

Do you wanna go for a spin?

-At this time?
-Yeah. Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Sorry, my breath smells.
-It doesn't.

It does. I was asleep.

Leighton's asleep.

I'll go brush my teeth.

Anything else, your lordship?

Know where the remote is?

Want to see if the news is on.

Can you not get the news on your
phone?

I need to know something that should
be on the news, that's not on the
news. That's why!

It's the same news on the telly
as what's on your phone.

NIDGE: No!

There's a reason, Janet, all right?

A reason why I'm on edge.

I need to know what the story is
now, and it's not on the phone.

And there might be something on the
news

about something that happened this
evening that has me on edge. Okay?

I'm saying that to you now, Janet,
'cause I trust you.

I'm not saying what it is.

Will you say a word of it to anyone?

It's under the paper.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHATTER OVER TV)

REPORTER ON TV: It's not known if
any of the men involved

were injured in the exchange of
shots.

Witnesses report seeing
two men fleeing the scene

on a motorbike after the shooting.

The Casement Pub has been closed
while a technical examination is
carried out.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

-NIDGE: Where the fuck are you?
-I'm sorting that thing out.

I can't say, can I?

You can't 'cause nothing fuckin'
happened!

What? What are you talking about?

It's on the news, isn't it?

I'll call over to you.

I have to go.

(SCOFFS) You woke me up
and you have to go?

It's all very mysterious.

I have to meet your uncle.

(SCOFFS) You don't like him?

Can I call round after?

Text me when you're done.

I'll turn the phone off
if I'm too wrecked.

Okay.

NIDGE: It's a fuck up.

PAULEY: It's not a fuck up. I got
him. I know I did.

He went down. Bang, bang.
Two shots in the back.

Yeah? Well, he must've been
wearing a bleedin' vest.

We'll get him again.

What can I do? It was a fuckin'
ambush.

Why the fuck did you leave me
hangin'? You could've come over.

I've been waiting here all night!

I'm not one of your bum boys, Nidge.

What? What the fuck are you talking
about?

I'm not one of your bum boys.
I done you a favour.

Pauley, I was sitting here.

I didn't know what had happened.

If it had gone the other way.
You know what I mean?

This dirty swamp rat, fuck him.
We'll get him.

The main thing isn't him.

The main this is, you owe Terence,

and the only reason I'm here
is to make sure

you live long enough to pay him,
full and proper.

And after that, I don't give a
bollocks.

Now, I'm going off to fuck a young
one,

'cause that's what I like to do
when I do a job.

And there's no panic.

The knacker's going nowhere.

And I'll hunt him down,
not 'cause you want me to.

I'll hunt him down for sport.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

CIARAN: Yep, okay.

All right, cheers. Thanks.

Cig.

That thing in The Casement last
night,

it was done by Nidge's lot.

Do we know why?

We're 100% it's a retaliation
for the attempt on Nidge.

Look,

I know there's no hours going,

but I need yous to go out
and cover these bastards.

Don't worry about the overtime, Cig.
It's no problem.

Terry?
I've a bleedin' mortgage.

Fuck off, will you?

What do you want, Cig?

Just follow them, nose around,
see what's going on.

And I'll try and get some overtime
for us.

No problem, boss. Whatever you want.

Where are you off to, Cig?
You're all dressed up.

Funeral.

Which one do you want?

You take Nidge. I'll take Fran.

I like Fran. He's a mad bastard.

(PHONE RINGING)

What?

Terry, where are you now?

TERRY: I'm outside the Nidge house.

Keep up the good work.

-Story with you?
-It's just getting interesting.

I'll talk to you later.

(ENGINE IDLING)

FRAN: How's it goin', boys?

Who are you?

I'm a pal of Patrick's. Is he here?

-Which Patrick?
-Patrick Ward.

I'm a pal of his.

I'm his brother, and I don't know
you.

So, how are you his pal?

I do the dog fighting.

He's bought dogs off me.

He's been up at some of the fights.

What do you want with Patrick?

FRAN: Only to talk to him.

See if there's something I can do.

You anything to do with
that other bastard, are you?

I'm more on my own than anything.

Patrick's not here.

Give him a call.

He can see me on the camera.

He knows who I am.

(SNIFFS)

Have you anything like a knife
or anything on you?

Nothing, no.

I'm gonna have to search you
if you want to go in to him.

Yeah, no problem.

(GATE OPENING)

-How are you, Patrick?
-PATRICK: Did you hear what he done
to me?

Only I was wearing a vest,
I'd be killed stone dead.

Jesus.

Do you want to know what this is
about?

See if I can help.

You can't help.

What's going on, Patrick?
What's this all about?

Do you want to know?

It's up to you.

You know me, Frano.
I never say nothing about nobody.

Everybody's business is their own.

But I've had to move children
and women out of here, for the
sight.

That's twice he tried to kill me,
and I done nothing wrong.

Only sell him something
he was looking for.

Do you get me?

I sell to anybody.

What they do with it
is their own business.

But when he saw me up there with you
that time buying the pup,

I told him what he done with it
was his own business.

And I'm not in the business
of informing on other men.

What he done with what?

What he done with the two pipe bombs
I made for him.

When was this?

A few year back.

It was when John Boy was around.

The two pipe bombs.

They were the ones he used that was
thrown into your house and hurt your
wife.

It was Nidge who threw the pipe
bomb.

That's why he's trying to kill me,
so I'm trying to protect my family,
Fran.

And that's why I'm telling you.

FRAN: Linda?

I'm gonna kill him.

-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-(OBJECT CLATTERS)

PAULEY: You've got the Old Bill
outside, you know that?

Yeah, I know.

I can't have them findin' out
about Brendan.

Well, they won't find it out from
me.

We're meeting him tomorrow, but
after that have someone clean meet
him.

All right.

I need to borrow Beano for a few
hours.

Yeah, all right.

I managed to wipe my ass
before Beano was here.

So, the money you owe me for last
night?

You want it now?

I paid my mate with the bike.
So, you don't need to worry about
that.

When you get the first load
in from Brendan sent out,

I'll take it off you then.

Right, Pauley.

FRAN: That fuckin' scumbag.

Lyin' little scumbag, murdering
bastard!

You know that pipe bomb
fucked up her face.

Ripped her fuckin' face to shreds!

Listen to me now. Fuck you.
I don't want to hear it.

I didn't know who it was for.

I sold pipe bombs to him.
I sold pipe bombs to you.

I don't give a fuck what you use
them for,

and if you're looking for
some class of an apology,

-you can fuck off out of here now.
-No.

You should be thanking me
for telling you.

Patrick! I'm not blaming you!

I'm telling you that
that prick put that pipe bomb

in the front room of my house!

And not at me!

I don't give a fuck if they come
after me!

But they went after Linda!

Linda...

Fucked up her face.

I told her we'd get her
plastic surgery or whatever, but...

She was never gonna be the same.

You know what happened?

I do, yeah.

There was blood everywhere.

Everywhere.

I'd have got the house fixed up,
but I couldn't go back.

Even the carpet at the top of the
stairs was soaked through.

I'm a fuckin' fool.

Jumping around for him
like a performing monkey.

Can you get me a gun?

Of course I can.
I can get you anything you want.

Can you get it for me now?

Martin!

Get this fein here an inik.

When can you have it for me?

I'll have it here in an hour or two.

I'll pay you for it after.

You don't have to pay me.

Can you get me gloves and a bally as
well?

You hear that, Toby?

Has that always been there?

My grandmother had it put there.

Might say a prayer to her, myself.

Give me a bit of luck.

I don't care if I get caught,
Patrick.

I'll take anyone down with me if
they try.

PRIEST: "Their throats are open
graves,

"their tongues practise deceit.

"The poison of vipers is on their
lips.

"Their mouths are full of
cursing and bitterness.

"Their feet are swift to shed blood.

"Ruin and misery marks their ways,

"and the way of peace, they do not
know.

"There is no fear of God
before their eyes."

Prick.

(SOBBING)

(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah.

Cig, can you talk?

I'm still here, but go on, make it
quick.

Fran was in the campsite.
He's after coming out.
There's something going on.

What's he doing?

CIARAN: He's sitting in his van,
and I think he's crying.

There's something fucking off, boss.

Whatever you think, Ciaran.

Keep an eye on him.

Thank you.

(TRISH SOBBING)

All right?

Trish.

What's wrong?

Don't know.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'll pick the kids up from school.

What is it, something I done?

It's not always about you.

What?

If it's something I can do, I'll do
it.

I don't wanna smudge my make-up.

I used to think
things happened for a reason.

Go on.

And now I'm not so sure.

I don't get you.

I don't know.

Is that what's making you sad?

I feel so lonely sometimes.

Do you know?

It's all right.

It's all right. Maybe...

Maybe you need to get out more.
Do some shit.

-No.
-And make some friends or something.

I feel lonely here.

I feel lonely here with you.

I'm under a lot of pressure, Trish.

-You know what I mean?
-Yeah.

There always is.

I thought for a while there, I
thought...

When you moved out,
I thought, at least I know what this
is.

'Cause I have myself,

and I know I have Warren, and I have
John.

I do my things.

But when...

It's lately...

What?

'Cause you're being all nice to me,
it's harder, you know?

'Cause you shouldn't feel alone.

You should if someone isn't there,
but...

What if you feel alone
when they're being all nice?

Are you saying...

Do you want me to treat you like
shit?

No.

Trish.

Trish.

You're my fucking Trish. You know
that?

Dunno if shit happens for a reason.
I don't think it does.

You decide what to do.
You know what I mean?

And you made your bed with me,

and I'm in it with you, no matter
what.

That's making the decision.

You know?

Yeah?

-Do you feel better?
-A bit.

A bit?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-I've to pick up the kids.
-I'll go with you.

-You don't have to.
-I want to.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

Fuck ya.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

CIARAN: Yeah.

TERRY: He's doing the bleeding
school run.

Uh-huh.

I'm heading home.

I'm already owed 20 hours
of overtime I'm not getting.

Nothing here.

Martin.

Fuck.

(BOTH ENGINES STARTING)

(NIDGE GROANING)
-(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

What's the story, Fran?
I'm in the middle of something here.

How are ya, Nidgy?

Warren. Warren, where are you going?
Help your ma with the shopping bag.

In the middle of something there,
are ya?

Yeah, I'm at home.

I'll be in The Pappin later on
if you want to talk to me, all
right?

I'll be over to you then, Nidgy.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

CIARAN: Cig. I'm following Fran,

and it looks to me like
there's been some type of handover.

Fran's after getting a shooter.

It looked?

No, 100%, 100%.

The only thing is I'm in this shitty
Seat,

and I don't want to lose him.

I'm on Blunden Drive,
coming up to the Malahide
Roundabout.

You keep the eye on him,
and I'll get onto ERU for you.

Okay, gaffer.

MICK: 8-0, 2-6, where are you now?

2-6, I nearly lost him there, Cig.

8-0, 2-6, do not intervene.

I'm gonna have ERU there for you
as soon as I can.

Piece of shit.

(NIDGE GROANING)

Get up.

All right, babe?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Get out of the fucking van!

Get out of the fucking van!

Don't touch the fucking gun!
I'll blow your head off!

Get out! Get out the fuck...

Get out! Get the fuck out!

Show me your hands!

Stay.

Cig.

I'm sorry, Cig.

You mad bastard, you.

What are you sorry about?

I know I should've waited on the
ERU, but I thought I was gonna lose
him.

No, no. No, well done.

That's a serious scalp.

-Thanks, Cig.
-You all right?

I could do with a drink.

Now, come on, let me get you one.
Where's everyone?

They're in McGowan's. Just the one,
yeah?

No. Genuinely, just the one.

CIARAN: You're no craic.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Will you not have a drink, Mick?

I'm dropping in to see Andrew,
the dentist's missus, in the
morning.

Don't want to be smelling of booze.

It's no use to her, but,

at least we'll have that animal
behind bars for a bit.

Where's the lad? Good man!

-Fair play to you.
-CIARAN: Thanks, Chief.

Pure fucking spade work, boy.
Showed 'em how it's done.

That's how we used to do it in the
"G," back in my day.

I remember something similar in '92.

-Will you have a drink?
-Yeah.

-Mick?
-No, I'm grand, Chief.

I'm on the water.

Fuck ya.

(CHUCKLES) Listen, Mick.
Well done today, in fairness.

You run a tight ship.

Don't forget
to get that report sent up to me.

'Cause they say headquarters will
probably have an interest in this
now.

Padraig!

Useless ponty.

(SIGHS) I'm off.
Have a good night, Ciaran.

Don't come in too early tomorrow.

-Half seven will do.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Hey.
-Hi.

-(SIGHS)
-You look tired.

I'm all right.

I was at a funeral earlier.

Who died?

Ah... Remember that body in the
canal?

His.

Oh.

Kids the same age as ours.

Boy and girl.

Teenagers.

Boy is doing his Leaving Cert this
year.

Oh, that's sad.

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT MAN SHOUTING)

Pretty fucking rough, huh?

Bad luck, buddy.

I'm gonna fucking kill ya!

GUARD: Everyone to your seats!
Everyone stay where you are!

I'll get ya, ya prick!

No matter what!

(PANTING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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