All language subtitles for Kin S01E05

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Get back! Get the fuck back!

Get the fuck back there!
Who are you?

Shut your fucking mouth!

Don't fucking move!
You're making a big mistake.

I told you to shut
your fucking mouth.

Get in there.

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Demi Isaac Oviawe!

GENTLE WHIRRING

PHONE BUZZES

BRAKES SQUEAL

If he's fucking hurt,
I swear...

I want you to look at this.

ON RECORDING: Please, Da!
Do what they tell you!

SOBBING

You watching this, Doyler?

Are you fucking watching?

You don't want me to light this,
then you better fucking listen.

You heard your boy.

Da, please!

He's got nothing to do with any
of this.

Neither did Jamie.

That was a fucking accident.

Well, unlike Jamie,
your son can wake up tomorrow

with his whole life ahead of him.

That's up to you.

What do you want?

You're to take me to where
you keep Eamon's gear.

Go fuck yourself!

If I tell Jimmy and Eric that,
you know what's going to happen.

You've crossed a fucking line,
you know.

How many people have
you had killed, Con?

I lost count.

Spare me the sermon, all right?

What happens to him is up to you.

I have to call Jimmy in one minute

and tell him if you're
cooperating or not.

You know what's going to
happen if I say you're not.

Anyone else going to be here?

Just a lad on security.

He works for you, or the premises?

For Eamon.

You know what'll happen to your
lad if you don't get in here.

If he's fucking hurt, I swear...

I wasn't expecting you, Con.
Yeah, it's a last-minute thing.

Got a couple of things
to pick up inside, yeah?

I'll have to ring Eamon
for the OK.

He's in a meeting right
now. He won't pick up.

Well, I can't let you
in without his say-so.

I'm only here on Eamon's orders.

So, explain to him why
you wouldn't let me in.

Go on, then.

SNIFFING

You're a fucking dead
man now, you know that?

Yeah, so everyone keeps telling me.

Kidnapping my son,
and robbing Eamon like this...

..he's going to make an example
of you.

We'll see.

Let's go.

All right. Pull in there and park.

Go wait inside.
When Jimmy hears everything's done,

he'll have Jason ring
the phone behind the bar

and ask for you.

He'll tell you where they've left
him.

I'll see you buried, Michael.

ENGINE STARTS

How much did you get?

About 60k of coke and 80 of heroin.

That's all there was?

Not 60 grand. 60 kilos.

And 80 kilos of heroin.

Pure? Yeah.

Fuck, that's fucking 60 and
fucking 80 kilos of heroin.

That's fucking 50 million! Minimum.

Yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck me.

How'd it go?
Like clockwork.

And what about Jimmy and Viking?

On their way here now.

How much gear did we get?

Fucking loads.

They're safely stashed now,
so let's go and celebrate.

You had no choice, Con.

Those bloody animals.

And how's Jason now?

Shaken and bruised. He's
going to stay with me tonight.

The Kinsellas will bleed for this.

You have my word. I know.
And I appreciate it.

How much did they get?

All of it.

You're fucking joking me.

That's not something
we can just white out.

Do you understand that? Yeah.

We need to get that back, all of it.

And we'll get it.

You better.

Call a meeting with the lads.

Raise your glasses in a big
"fuck you" to Eamon Cunningham!

Oh, yeah!

Mm. Ah.

I don't mean to piss all over
your work, Michael, but 50 million?

That all you could get?

What do you say we split it
now and go our separate ways,

cos I got to be honest,
I never liked any of yous anyway.

Nah. Fucks sake, Michael, we just
won the lotto. Have a fucking drink.

Can you imagine Eamon
Cunningham right now?

I'd say he's gone fucking mental!

We should send him a video
of all of us celebrating.

We will, like fuck.

Only poking the bear, right?

Everyone, drink up.

Slainte. Cheers.

Mnh-mnh.

Ah! Amanda.

Come on. Join in.

Ah, I'm OK.

Ah. Life doesn't get
any sweeter than this.

You have to savour it.

Isn't that right, Jimmy?

Be sweeter if Jamie was here.

Yeah, no.

'Course.

Goes without saying.

Look, Moore's dead. Now this.

We're making
the fuckers here responsible

for Jamie's death pay.

To Jamie.

Jamie. Jamie.

So, when are we going to
start shifting that gear?

We don't. We leave it
where it is for now.

After what we've just done,

Eamon will have everyone
out gunning for us.

If we tried to move it,
we'd get ourselves clipped.

Can't touch it yet.

Frank, if we don't service
the dealers, we'll lose them all.

Then we lose them. For now, anyway.

When things settle down,
we get them back.

Jesus Christ, forget the dealers.

I mean, how long would it take
for us to put away 50 million?

Now, we got the money
just sitting there...

the money in the bank.
So, cheer the fuck up, everyone!

THEY LAUGH

50 million.
That's a lot of money.

What the fuck's wrong with her?

Because you don't even feel it.

You don't feel it.

You're like a... You're
like a fucking animal.

Uh-oh. Here we go.

Yeah, I know.
I shouldn't be doing it.

Coke gives me acne, anyway.
Everything gives you acne.

You know what doesn't give me acne?
Fucking orgasms.

That's why my skin is flawless.

Oh!

Give me that. Give me that.

Here.

Ah!

Thank you.

They don't have that
stuff inside, do they?

Ah, they do, yeah.
Oh, they fucking do?

None of yous be touching that now.
I know what you're like.

It comes down outside the windows.

Don't need it. Yeah.

Don't joke with me. No.

No way. Got those...

I need to talk to you about
something.

Is it good or bad?

Not good.

Can it wait?

If you want.

This isn't going to ruin me night,
is it?

The Guards were in with me earlier,

asking about a car that Viking
was driving a few weeks ago.

They said it was involved
in a shooting

that happened a couple
of nights before Jamie was killed.

Yeah? What'd you tell them?

I lied. Obviously.

I told them that I didn't
know who was driving the car

and wiped his details.

So, what's the problem?

They said they'd be back.

They're threatening to
seize computers and files.

If this blows up, we'll have
Fraud and Revenue after us.

They'll close the dealership down.

CAB will try and seize
all the money we laundered.

There's... It's over 2 million.

I think we need to do
something quickly,

before they start digging.

Do what exactly?

Give them somebody for the shooting.

Close it down.

The car's GPS shows the route
that Eric took that night,

passing through four
traffic cameras on the way.

Look, here's the journey he took,

the traffic cameras all marked.

They are bound to have footage
of him driving to that shooting.

You saying I should give up my son?

EERIE TONE BUILDS

No.

All right.

Then they'll raid the dealership.

They'll find out what we've
been at and we'll be fucked.

I said it's not fucking happening.

Trying to fucking manipulate me?

You want Eric to end up
inside, is that it?

I'm just telling you
what's going to happen, Frank.

They already have Eric.

Now they're just widening their net

to see what else they can catch.

Or we could limit the damage.

EXHALES DEEPLY

Yeah... Every day's a school day.

Every day, yeah. Yeah.
You want another one?

No, I'm fucked. Everything OK?

Yeah, just shit with the dealership.

Couldn't have waited, no?

Yeah, probably, but it's done now.

Anyway, I thought this was a party.

Where's the fucking coke?

Give us another lashing
of that, Jimmy, will you?

GASPS

FAN GROWS LOUDER

EERIE TONE PLAYS
TENSE STRING PLAY

Fuck!

STRINGS INTENSIFY

FAN GROWS LOUDER

WHITE NOISE BUZZES

MUSIC FADES

EERIE TONE CHIMES
WHOOSHING

HYPERVENTILATES

Ah!

STRINGS VIBRATO RAPIDLY
DISCORDANT SCREECHING

HIGH-PITCHED TONE

BODY THUDS

RECORD CRACKLES
CLASSIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

Put some proper tunes on.

No.

# Oh, oh, oh, oh... #

GRUNTS EFFORTFULLY

Ugh.

A good day's work, Frank.

# Oh, oh, oh, oh... #

THEY CHUCKLE

We did it. We fucking did it.

# Oh, oh, oh, oh... #

Hello?

DISTANTLY: # Oh, oh, oh, oh... #

LOW SYNTH DRONES

Michael!

Michael, have you been shot?

Jesus Christ, Michael.

Have you been shot?

Aah! Get up, get up.

Come here. Turn over.

Turn over.

Michael, please. Please.

Jesus Christ.

GRUNTS EFFORTFULLY

OK. You're all right. Look at me.

I just want to get your head on
that.

Michael. Look at me.

Look at me.

Are you all right?

Jesus Christ, Michael.

I fucking...

I thought you were shot.

SHE PANTS

What, what was that?

What? I must have fallen.

You were shaking and choking.

That wasn't a fall. Ah.

I'm going to call you
an ambulance, all right?

No, no. I'm all right.

I'm all right. I'm fine.

What I just saw wasn't "fine".

You need to see a doctor.

MICHAEL GRUNTS EFFORTFULLY

Here, sit you up.

Ah, fuck.

I've already seen a doctor.

He said that it
could be ep, epilepsy.

I don't want anyone
to know about this.

All right, I promise.

You know, you just need to...

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

..work out how to live with it.

There, there was a girl in my class
in school who had epilepsy,

and her parents had to cover
all the sharp edges in the house,

in case she fell... No, stop, stop.

I can't want this from you.

I'm only trying to help.

No, I, this is why I
didn't want to tell you.

I don't want you fucking pitying me.

I don't pity you.

I don't want it from
you or Frank or Jimmy

or fucking any of yous.

OK.

But pity isn't what I'm feeling.

Forget about going after
their friends and lackeys.

Michael Kinsella, Jimmy Kinsella...

..Eric Kinsella, Frank Kinsella,

they're the ones we want.

There's 500 grand for
whoever clips any of them.

And there's another 2 million
for whoever returns

what the Kinsellas
stole from me tonight.

But if I find out any of you
have been in contact with them...

I'll put a bounty
on your fucking head.

Understood?

So, what are you waiting for?

I want more security
in the hotel, Con.

People can't be coming and
going as they fucking please.

I'll get on it.

What are you smiling about?

You know the night Michael got out,

there was a shooting in Gracefield?

Could've been. I don't know.

Why?

Because Viking did it,
after leaving the party here.

And the shooting at the gym
was retaliation for that.

SCOFFS

No. That's bollix.

Frank had already spoken to him

and was already sorted with Moore.

It's not bollix.
How do you know?

Because I had the guards
in with me yesterday

asking about the car that
was used in that shooting.

It was Eric's.

Frank told me that Moore
broke the agreement.

It had nothing to do with Viking.

Well, he either didn't know...

..or he lied to you.

We shot Moore cos we
thought it was his fault.

He still ordered what happened.

It's done now.

We can't undo it.

Does Michael know about this?

No.

You should've fucking told me.

As soon as you found out, you
should have fucking told me!

This is why I didn't tell you,
cos you just lose the head.

I mean, did you see Viking earlier?

Toasting Jamie in front of everyone?

Prick.

So, what are you going to do
when you get over there?

Are you going to kill him, Jimmy?

I'm going to make him pay.
Don't worry.

He's going to pay.

He's going to admit to his
part in the shooting,

and he'll get time. Bollix.

Frank's never going to
let that happen. He is.

Have you spoken to Frank about this

before telling me?

Jesus fucking Christ, Amanda,

you're making me look
like a fucking clown! How?

Cos you don't go talking to Frank
about stuff like this

without telling me!

You tell me, I go to him,
and then I sort it out.

That's how this fucking thing works.

What? Like you're sorting it now?

I've seen to it that Eric
is going to pay for what he did.

And I've done it
without causing mayhem.

SLOW KEYBOARD NOTES PLAY
SYNTH DRONES

PONDEROUS GUITAR CHORDS PLAY

SNIFFS

SLOW MUSIC CONTINUES

PHONE BUZZES

ENGINE IGNITION

Got those GPS maps of Eric's
journey?

Yeah.

Just going in to see Viking, yeah?

Does Jimmy know about all of this?

Yeah.

SIGHS

What do you mean, forget them?

I mean, forget the collections

and the deliveries and the dealers.

Don't worry about it.

It's over for now.

This cos we're out of gear?

It's not 20 fucking questions.
Just do as you're told.

I'm just trying to
get me head around it. Yeah.

You're going to be looking after
the tick list from now on. It's
simple.

That's it.

All right.

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

DOOR CLICKS OPEN
DOOR CLOSES

I just need to talk to Eric.

Yeah, no problem, Frank.

See you later. See you later.

# Dun-dun-dun-dun... #

This is fucking ominous.

CHUCKLES

So, you didn't even have the brains

to rob a car for that shooting?

Because the car you used...

..the police are onto it now.

So what? I'll deny it.

See this?

This is a GPS print-out of
where your car went that night.

Have a good look at that.

Four cameras.

You drove past four.

SIGHS

I mean, were you trying

to get caught?

Where'd you get this?

Amanda gave it to me

after the cops went to see her.

That's right. She
knows what you did now.

And Jimmy does, too.

So, what do we do?

Well, eh...

Donal Crehan's coming here later.

Yeah.

I want you to have your story
straight by the time he arrives.

OK.

He's going to help you draw
up a statement for the cops.

See this camera?

That is the last one you drove past

before you got to that party.

And you're going to say
you met Fudge here,

on Ossory Road.

He brought the fireworks.

He did the shooting. You just drove.

And afterwards, you dropped
him back at the same place.

Wait.

If I admit to driving, I'll go
down.

Well, you should've
thought about that

before you drove past
all those cameras.

No, fuck that!

I'll wait and see what the cops
have before I turn myself in.

No. You'll do what
you're fucking told. Uh, no.

Did you just say fucking no to me?

Why?

Because this family has
already paid a heavy price

for your fuck-up that night,
and I'm not giving the cops this

as an excuse to start
tearing our businesses down.

SIGHS

So, he didn't say anything
about the drugs haul?

Nothing at all?

No. Nothing.

Whose idea was this,

about giving up their dealers?

Frank's, I suppose.

Or maybe Jimmy's missus.

What do you mean, Jimmy's missus?

Just that she's having
more of a say now.

A say about what?

Everything, I think.

Viking reckons she's the one
that put Michael and Jimmy

up to killing Caolan Moore.

SIGHS

How long will you get?

For only driving?

Two years.

Good behaviour.

I can make a statement to the guards

and say you were with me
all that night.

I don't care.

What about the cameras?

Just because there's
cameras doesn't mean

that they have a clear shot of you.

Fuck sake, Eric.

ERIC SIGHS

Is this what Amanda was
talking to Frank about

at the party last night?

Must've been.

Do you think she's doing
this cos of Jamie?

What do you mean?

Just...

..cos of what you did.

And what happened to Jamie.

Maybe she thinks you're to blame,

and she's trying to get back at you.

You think so?

I don't know, Eric.

She should be trying
to keep you out of jail

and not put you in it.

That's bollix.

The whole thing is fucking bollix.

ERIC SIGHS

Have you talked to Birdy about it?

No. You should.

And she won't like this.

She won't like what Amanda's done.

Tell her what's happening,
see what she says.

You know the shooting at the gym?

That was payback for
the one Viking did.

GRUNTS
PANTS

Frank lied to me.

He said that Viking had
nothing to do with it.

And Amanda,

Amanda's been
going and talking to Frank

about business things
without telling me

and making me look
like a fucking sap.

If Amanda says she's
fixed it, then trust her.

She's smart.

You knew that when you married her.

Yeah, too fucking smart at times.

PHONE BUZZES

Jimmy, I need a lift.

I gotta go see Anna.

You're joking, right?

We're meant to be
keeping our heads down.

If I don't go, she
mightn't ask me again.

Michael, we'll get
ourselves fucking shot.

Please.

I have to go.

JIMMY SIGHS

Better be fucking quick.

I think that silver car's
been behind us for a while.

Turn away. See if they follow.

Go left here.

BRAKES SQUEAL

BRAKES SCREECH

Fuck.

Don't fucking lose them.

Keep your eyes peeled.

If you see anything, text me.

Five minutes.

No more, Michael.

UPBEAT HIP-HOP MUSIC PULSES
RHYTHMIC HAND CLAPS

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

TENSE SYNTH PULSES

DANCERS SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENT

DANCERS: Oh! Oh!

CHEERING

Fuck.

PHONE BUZZES

Fuck.

Go, go, go!

BRAKES SQUEAL

Will I go after them? No.

Why are you here?

I thought it wasn't safe.

I wanted to see you.

You can't just turn up
whenever you like.

I thought you'd be pleased.

How are you settling in?

What are the other boys like?

They're great.

Well, that's good.

Yeah. Deadly.

The lads in me dorm were
sharing a WhatsApp video

of Fudge getting shot.

They call it "Another
Scumbag Bites the Dust."

Do you think they know who you are?

Dunno. I doubt it.

They're dickheads, that's all.

I want to go home, Mam.

Back to my old school, with me
mates.

And you will be, darling,

when this is all over.

When you drive away from here,

go back to Dad...

..I want you to remember...

..I fucking hate it here.

I couldn't have known

what would have happened to him.

How could I? I couldn't.

Anyway...

..she has it in her head
now that it's my fault.

She's a mental fucking bitch!

You do not speak about anyone
in this family like that.

Do you hear me?

SHE SIGHS

I'll talk to Frank.

You don't say anything.

EXCITABLE CHATTERING

TYRES SCREECH

SHE GASPS

SHE PANTS

SHE PANTS

Don't look so worried.

If you were being killed,
I wouldn't be here.

How's your young lad?

Dead.

Did you really think
we wouldn't find Anthony?

I've already buried one of my sons.

And now you're threatening
to kill the other one?

It's good you want to protect him,
keep your baby boy alive,

because I can give you that.

And in return, and I want back
what your family stole from me.

I don't know where those drugs are.

Don't lie to me.
I don't.

I don't have a say
in those kind of things.

That's not what I hear.

I believe you have a big say
in everything that happens now.

Whoever told you that is...
Stop fucking lying to me!

Because if I walk away now,

there won't be a place on this earth
where your son will be safe from me.

I don't know where the drugs are.

But if you give me time...

..I can find out.

When?

I don't know.

If I'm too pushy,
Frank will be suspicious.

I need time to get it out of him.

You've got three days.

Someone will be in touch
with a contact number.

You call that number when you know
where those drugs are.

Three days to save your son, Amanda.

SHE SHUDDERS