All language subtitles for Love Hate s01e01.eng

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!

Nigel?

Nigel, open the door, will you?

- ...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 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 fiends?
- His friends at the creche.

- Do you want to come?
- Shopping?

- Shopping, yeah.
- Okay.

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.

Yeah?

- Alright, 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?
- In 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.

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

Okay, 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.

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?
- Welt, 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!

That's him now.

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

- What 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.

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

We've been waiting ten minutes.

- What are you on 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.

I like your magazine.

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?
- Alright, 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 alright?
- 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?

What?

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

Aw, ifs 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.

- Yeah?
- Where are you?

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

I was on the phone to the Nidge man.

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, I's been nearly a year, man.

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

- Please, buy this magazine or put it back.
- Alright! alright!

It's shite anyway.

What are you doing?
Taking a bus or something?

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

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

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 giz 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
how that Robbie's out, that's all.

It's one night, alright?

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

I won't look at another woman, okay?

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

I need a new jacket or something.

Alright, brother, what's the story?

Tommy is on the way.

- In the scratcher with some young one?
- 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?

- Alright?
- Hi ya.

- Unbelievable!
- What are you going to do?

Wait till she comes out
and see what happens.

She's got a hipper with her, though.

Well, I'll babysit for you!

- Oh, man, I'm getting matted how, that's it.
- Right.

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

You might as well talk to me now...

Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie!

How about this?

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

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

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 wing 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 can 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.
- Okay.

t 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 alright?
- 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, Midge, wiLL you stay
here with him, will you?

I don't want him on his own.

Just say a prayer or something.

Okay.

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

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

Mary!

Mary, come here.

Sssh.

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?
- Fm 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?

Wore 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 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?

- Cat! Midge, will you, Mary?
- Okay.

What are you waiting for? A receipt?

Is that him clear now?

- No, he owes another two grand.
- But that's 20,000 We 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 alright?
- I don't know.

Will he?

- Darren has been arrested.
- I know. Assholes!

- Could have waited till after the funeral.
- Tell her it'll be okay.

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

He's before the Kismet Court at 11.

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

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

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

Im 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?

- Possession. Having a gun in the house.
- Aw Mary Mary Mary.

It was a 9-millimetre semi-automatic.

Not a bleedin' rocket
launcher he had, okay?

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, okay?

Good man, Pat. The cops are stupid.

Imagine putting the wrong date
on the search warrant.

It doesn't matter that
he bungs 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.

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? Whats 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 '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...

- Ah, that was wrong with it was the date.
- Doesn't matter?

If they think they’ll get a conviction, they'll
run with it. 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 juris-
diction 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.

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, Omen?

- You got bail okay, 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... 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.
- Okay.

- Sorry, brother.
- Thanks.

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

Trish.

Thank you.

- Midge, 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.

Rosie?

Will you...?

- Will you hold back?
- Of course.

Sorry!

Here, Nidge.

What's keeping her?

Okay family only now please.
Just the family yeah?

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

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

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

- 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, okay?

Is that what you want?

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

Will you stay here? Okay.

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

Okay, here. Good girl.

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 alright?

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.
- Nome really knew.

I could have hooked you up over there.

- Where?
- Spam.

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.

- Alright. 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 tike that.

What else was she going to do with him?

Leave him in a funeral home.

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

Do you not want to stay, no?

- Its 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 alright.

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

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

It'll be grand, okay?

- Aw, sandwiches again?
- 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 he was getting
out. 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 Tonys 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, okay.

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

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?
- 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 fight now.
- Like the last time?

I'd bring you with me this time though.

And Fm 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?

Have you seen Darren?

He's outside.

Playing catch-up with Rosemary
Shes 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!

What did you go and do that for?

What did you do? It was an accident.

- I'd 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.

- 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 offense, 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.

Alright, Joe?
- Alright.

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

Alright.

- Where is 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 dunking.

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.

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
how he was going to get Robbie done.

- And where is he now?
- Did a runner. Nome knows where he is.

He came in the Chinaman the other night,

grinning tike 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?

t have to get out of here
for a couple of hours, okay?

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

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

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

Looks like you're going to the Oscars.

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

- You as well.
- Come on.

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

Um...

Can you believe this guy?

Changing again.

What's this shit you're listening to?

That's better.

Here, what do you think of this?

- Are you alright back there, Tommy?
- Yeah.

Come on, over here.

Come on, would you?

- What are we doing?
- Target practice.

So, Tommy...

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

The Greek 17, the preferred weapon
of choice of NYPD, U.S. Air Force

and bad fuckers the world over.

What's wrong with you?

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

I'm sorry

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?

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.

Right, go.

The Glock 17, the preferred weapon of
choice of NYPD, U.S. Air Force

and bad fuckers the world over.

Bollix, what was that?

Ricochet.

- You hit the ground. Aim properly.
- I am aiming properly.

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