[Police radio chatter]
♪
[Police radio chatter continues]
♪
No!
[Engine revving]
♪
[Breathing heavily]
♪
[Siren wails in distance]
[Police radio chatter]
-Get back! -No.
I just want to see him. I just want to see my son. -I'm sorry, Miss.
I want to fucking see my son. I want to see Jamie.
I just want to see Jamie. I just want --
I just want to see him for a second.
Is he in here? -Come on, come on. Let's go.
-I just want to see him. Please, please, please. -Sorry, no.
Hey, get your fucking hands off her!
Get your hands off her! -I just want to see my Jamie.
What's wrong with you? Hey, hey.
It's okay. You can't. You can't see him right now.
[Gasps] I have to see him. I have to see him.
He's my son. He's my son. -This isn't how you want --
This isn't how you want to remember him. Trust me.
Not here, not like this. Trust me.
No. [Cries]
I have to see him. Please let me see him.
[Sobbing]
[Police radio chatter]
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
[Footsteps approaching]
♪
[Sighs]
-Frank. -Where is he?
They've taken him in to theatre.
How bad is he?
It's bad, but they say he'll be okay.
He's not gonna die or anything.
Did he say what happened?
Just that they tried to kill them and that Jamie was dead.
Is it true?
Yeah.
Why?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.
♪
Probably won't let us have the body for a few days.
The body?
Jamie.
You know what I mean.
I didn't even want him driving tonight.
What?
I said that.
I said he shouldn't be driving, but you said let him go.
[Scoffs]
I didn't want him having his own car.
What --
You think I wanted this to happen?
If you hadn't given him his own car,
he wouldn't have been there.
I cared about him just as fucking much as you did.
Just as much.
♪
[Keypad beeping]
[Lock disengages]
♪
[Sirens wailing]
♪
Frank. You got a name yet, Frank?
You got a name?
-Jimmy. -You got a name?
We are all in bits over Jamie, okay?
We're not gonna rest until this is fucking settled.
But who did this? Who'd attack our family like this?
Who the fuck would do this, Frank?
We're working on that right now, okay? We will get a name.
We'll get names. Whoever did this is dead.
♪
They have anything to say for themselves?
Fuck all.
[Siren wails in distance]
[Engine idling]
♪
[Car door opens]
-You alright, pet? -Yeah.
What did the police say?
Not much. Just took a statement.
They give you any idea who they think did it?
No.
How are Jimmy and Amanda doing?
It's not gonna be easy for them.
Especially Jimmy.
He'll have his hands full with Amanda.
♪
When a mother loses a child,
it's like a fucking madness takes over you.
I know.
You have to be there for your brother, Mikey.
Yeah, I know that.
♪
Frank: What are youse hearing out there?
Dotser: These two are saying Caolan Moore set it up
'cause of all the shit between him and Eric.
I thought that was settled.
Sorry, who's saying it was Caolan Moore?
Just some of the lads we were talking to.
That's all.
Well, that's bollocks.
We sorted all that shit out.
Just telling you what I heard, Frank.
Well, if it was Moore, he's a fucking snake.
Where is he now?
Gone underground if he's got a brain in his head.
Find out fucking where.
Jimmy, we don't even know it was him yet, okay?
Not for sure.
I want you two back out there, okay?
You hear anything, call Dotser.
Yeah.
Sorry about Jamie, Jimmy.
This is fucked up.
Likewise.
Yeah. Thanks.
[Telephone rings]
If it was Caolan Moore, we need to find out
if Eamon Cunningham okay'd this.
No, I don't give a fuck who okay'd it, Frank.
Moore's getting his, and that's fucking it.
I know you're raging, Jimmy. We all are.
But if Eamon's behind this, we've got much bigger problems
than what happens to fucking Caolan Moore.
I just need a little bit of time to find out
what the fuck's going on.
The last thing I need is you losing the head
and making things worse. -Worse?
Worse, Frank?
Yeah, you just need to calm down, okay?
Call Doyler. Get a vibe from him.
Tell him we want to see Eamon.
Just...go home, take care of your family.
Let me sort this out.
[Sighs]
♪
[Pounding on door]
[Dog barks in distance]
Tell me exactly what happened.
It won't do any good, Amanda.
I don't care.
I want to know.
We were in the car park at the gym.
Some lad ran up to us and started shooting.
No, before that. What -- What happened before that?
Like, w-when -- when you were in the car,
what -- what -- what were you talking about?
Uh, he asked me about Jimmy,
wanted to know what he was like as a kid.
That kinda thing. -What did you say?
You know, the truth --
that he was funny and a bit of a prick.
But that he always looked out for me.
After that, we spoke about Anna for a while, and that was it.
T-Then what?
We arrived at the gym, we got out the car,
and he was laughing.
J-Jamie was laughing
'cause he'd seen Viking had a flat tire.
He took a photo of it and sent it to Viking to --
to wind him up, and then Viking came,
and we realized that a puncture had been done deliberately.
And then that's when the shooting happened.
Did Jamie...
say anything after he was shot?
♪
He was gone.
♪
So, uh, the last thing he was doing was just, like,
laughing and messing around?
Yeah.
Well, at least he wasn't scared, you know?
Like, he didn't, um --
he didn't suffer or anything.
No.
That --
That's something, you know?
Yeah.
[Breathes shakily]
[Sniffles]
[Breathes shakily]
[Bird calling]
[Water running]
♪
[Knock on door]
Anthony: Mam, the police are here.
♪
As your Family Liaison Officer, I'll keep you informed
about the Garda investigation.
So, if you have any questions or if there's anything I can do --
When can I see my son?
They wouldn't let me see him last night.
That's because it was still a live crime scene, and --
She's his mother.
She should be allowed to see him.
And she will be.
But Jamie has to be moved to the morgue,
and then there'll be a postmortem.
So, when?
When can I see him?
I can't say exactly. Not yet.
So, what use are you to us, then?
Like I said, I can answer any questions
you have about the investigation.
The only question I have is, when can I see him?
Come back when you know that.
'Cause it's the only thing I'm interested in.
I'll let you know when I hear anything.
Yeah.
♪
[Sighs]
This is a big fucking mistake.
He's not gonna do anything, not here.
♪
[Door closes]
[Sighs]
[Clears throat]
I have a flight to catch. There's a car downstairs.
We can talk on the way to the airport.
I thought we were doing this here, no?
I told you, I have a flight to catch.
And it's just Frank.
You're not coming, Dotser.
You ready?
Look -- come, don't come.
Your choice. I don't care.
♪
[Car door closes]
♪
[Engine starts]
♪
This isn't the way to the airport.
We have a stop-off first.
♪
[Car door closes]
I take it you know who this is.
Yeah.
You asked me to sort things between him and your lot,
and as soon as I do, you go and screw it all up.
That's bollocks, Eamon.
Whatever you've heard, it's wrong.
Shut the fuck up.
Hours after I talked to Caolan like you asked,
your idiot son goes and shoots one of his lads.
Eric said he had nothing to do with that.
Then he's fucking lying, because he was seen.
He was seen doing it, Frank.
He showed up at some restaurant earlier, mouthing off,
and when that didn't go his way,
he followed them to their gaff and started shooting,
so all this shit now, that's on Eric.
Unless, of course...
you were behind it, too, Frank,
and you want a fucking war.
♪
No.
No, I thought it was sorted.
I swear, Eamon, I knew nothing about this.
[Clicks tongue]
Viking getting shot, he brought that on himself.
♪
That's for Jimmy.
What happened to his young lad was a mistake,
and Caolan's offered to pay compo to put that right.
By rights, Viking should be paying it.
Now...
this a fucking end to it, Frank?
Yeah.
I hope so.
'Cause next time, you and I will not be talking.
♪
[Car door opens, engine starts, car doors close]
♪
[Indistinct talking on TV]
Your milk. Here.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Now, don't forget your lunch box, Anna.
[Cellphone chimes]
♪
[Spoon stirring]
♪
The victim has been named locally as Jamie Kinsella.
The 17-year-old is not believed
to have any involvement in criminality.
At the time of the shooting, he was in the company
of two male relatives.
One of the men was also shot,
and his condition is reported as serious
but not life-threatening.
The third man, who was only released from prison
in recent days was --
♪
The third man, who was only released from prison
in recent days, was not injured in the shooting.
Gardai are still trying to establish
a motive for the shooting,
which is the latest in a series of gangland incidents...
♪
Jimmy.
Yeah.
I'm disgusted and heartbroken about what happened.
Yeah.
Amanda said you went to see Frank.
What's he saying?
You saw Amanda?
Uh, yeah. She -- She called over
'cause she wanted to know what happened when Jamie was shot.
When was this?
Earlier.
When I got back from the station.
Is that all she wanted?
Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah.
Listen, Jimmy -- -I need a drink.
You want a drink? Let's get a drink.
Sean, can I get a, uh, pint of Guinness, a whiskey chaser.
Same again for Michael.
Fuck. Jimmy, I don't --
Why don't you get a table?
I'll follow you over.
Go on.
[Footsteps depart]
Amanda'll be looking for you.
[Chuckles]
Yeah, she made it pretty fucking clear
she doesn't want to see me, so...
She's grieving, Jimmy.
Is she?
So am I, Michael.
She doesn't have the fucking monopoly
on grief, now, does she?
I know that, but it's different for a mother.
Wow.
No offense, Michael, but stay the fuck out
of my marriage, okay?
You see the shooter?
No.
This lad Moore,
he wasn't the triggerman, but he ordered it.
You don't know him, but he's a mouthy little prick.
Drink up there.
Drink up.
He'll be keeping his head down low,
but everyone gets sloppy, and when he does,
we will be waiting for him.
Well, I can't be involved in any of that...
not if I want to see Anna.
Okay?
What about Jamie?
Doesn't he count?
Fuck you, Michael.
You done it before for money. Do it now for family.
♪
Claire: Why isn't Jimmy here?
He's gone to the hospital, to see Eric. Is that okay?
I'm just surprised he's not here.
Do you have any idea about, um, funeral arrangements yet?
Not yet.
Well, we'll need to let people know soon.
So they can make plans.
I don't know, Mam.
I've said I don't know, and I don't know.
It's been on the news all day, about the shooting.
Everyone will know exactly what happened.
I'm sorry if your grandson's murder is an embarrassment.
That's not what your mother's saying.
Yeah, well, then what areyou saying, Mam?
Just that it was on the news, that's all.
About everything. -What's everything?
Eh, w-we didn't come here to have a fight.
No, no. No. What is "everything," Mam?
Just about Jimmy and his family...
and all that business.
Jamie had nothing to do with any of that.
He didn't deserve what happened to him.
No one is saying he deserved it, love.
If that's the kind of people
he's hanging around with, what do you expect?
"The kind of people"?
They're his family, Mam.
That doesn't make it any better.
You know what? Fuck this.
♪
[Breathing heavily]
♪
[Car door closes]
♪
[Machinery humming]
♪
[Breathing heavily]
♪
[Breathing shakily]
[Sobbing]
[Sniffles]
[Breathing shakily]
[Sniffles]
[Sobbing]
[Inhales deeply]
[Exhaling deeply]
[Horn honking]
Fucking move, you dowsy cunt!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
[Sniffles]
[Breathing heavily]
[Sniffles]
♪
[Engine accelerating]
[Engine revving]
[Horn blaring]
[Indistinct conversations]
Do you think I'm gonna look like that?
-No. -She's 54.
Fucking hell.
There you are.
We tried to call you, let you know
that Eric was awake.
You lied to me.
What?
You looked me in the eye and told me you had
nothing to do with that shooting.
-And I didn't. -Don't fucking lie to me.
And you backed him up.
Look...
[sighs] he's a fucking prick.
He had it coming.
Your cousin is dead 'cause of what you did.
You know that, don't you?
I couldn't have known that Jamie'd get caught up in this.
That's Moore's doing, and you should be fucking out there,
trying to get him instead of in here, giving me grief.
Shut the fuck up!
I spent the day out trying to clean up your shit,
at least the parts that canbe cleaned,
and to tell you, fuck, the way I am feeling right now,
I would happily fucking hammer you
right fucking here, hospital bed or not.
Now, I don't care what people think they know.
You're asked about shooting that lad,
you deny it, especially to Jimmy.
He's gonna find out eventually.
Maybe. But right now, he's out gunning for blood,
and I don't want it to be yours he goes after.
So, you tell no one, not even Birdy.
Do you understand?
Same goes for you. -Okay, Frank.
I don't want to hear another fucking peep about Caolan Moore.
It's done. It's over.
You see him, you cross the fucking street.
Jimmy tries to talk you into going after him,
you say no and you come and tell me.
Is that clear?
Yeah.
[Metal creaking]
[Beeping]
♪
[Whirring]
[Radio chatter]
♪
Jimmy: You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?
Amanda: I'm fine.
You might still be in shock.
I'm fine. I already told you.
Alright.
I've been thinking about the funeral.
I just want family and close friends at it.
I don't want a big, fancy thing and none of that other stuff.
Okay.
I mean it, Jimmy.
I don't want Fudge or Kem or any of them showing up at it.
They'll want to pay their respects.
They didn't even know Jamie.
They'll think it looks bad if they don't show their faces.
I don't care what they think.
They're not using my son's funeral
as an excuse to strut around and play gangsters.
I just want family and close friends only.
No one else.
No one.
Okay.
[Cellphone rings]
[Cellphone beeps]
-Frank? -Yeah.
Where are you now?
In the car. We're almost home.
You and Michael come and see me when you get back, yeah?
Why? What's up?
Nothing. I'll fill you in when I see you.
Why does this feel like an ambush?
I met Eamon Cunningham earlier.
Yeah? And?
Caolan Moore's off-limits.
No.
Frank, no.
That's bollocks.
Moore's not getting away with this. He's fucking not.
We can't go to war with Eamon Cunningham.
"We"? They're the ones that attacked us.
They fucking started this.
Frank, they killed Jamie.
He had nothing to do with any of this.
It was an accident, okay?
They didn't mean to shoot him.
I don't care.
I don't fucking care. They did it.
Who did they mean to shoot, Frank?
-Eric. -Eric?
Your boy?
Why aren't you angry about that?
I am fucking angry. We just can't hit back.
Why not?
You know why not.
If it's us against Eamon,
there's only gonna be one outcome.
And half the gangs in Dublin would be queuing up
to do his killing for him... and take over our business.
Frank is right, Jimmy.
So, you're -- you're okay with all this?
Of course I'm not okay with it.
But I don't see that we have a choice.
There's always a fucking choice.
They're shitting on us, and we're letting them.
It's fucking embarrassing. -You're upset.
Just give it time, wait till all this calms down.
We will get Caolan Moore. I promise.
When will that be?
A year?
No. No.
This is from Eamon.
For what happened.
Wow.
How much is in there?
Frank: About 150 grand.
[Laughs]
What am I supposed to do with this, Frank?
Buy a fucking boat, go on a holiday,
make up for Jamie's death?
Is that it?
So, that's it, then? I don't get a say in the decision?
That's it? -There's no decision.
We can't go up against Eamon Cunningham.
Frank's just doing what's best for everyone.
Jimmy: Yeah.
[Zipper unzips]
Oh, geez.
[Urinating]
[Urinating stops]
[Zipper zips]
♪
Give this back to Eamon for me, will you, Frank?
♪
[Door opens, closes]
No one wants this, Mikey, but we have no choice.
I'm gonna go.
♪
[Door opens, closes]
[Ice rattles]
What did Frank want?
Nothing. Just business.
Was it about Jamie?
No.
What happened to you?
Uh, I-I had a tip in the car.
But you're okay, though? There's nothing wrong or anything?
Y-You're not hurt?
No. I'm fine.
Aw, come here.
It's alright.
It's alright to be sad.
We're all sad.
I'm not sad. I'm angry.
It's alright to be angry, too.
Come on, hug me.
It'll make me feel better if you hug me, huh?
Yeah, that's better.
That's much better.
[Train passing]
♪
[Dog barking in distance]
[Engine idling]
[Lock clicks, door opens]
Monica: We really should have known this earlier about his release.
It's very unusual that they didn't --
It's highly likely he'll try to contact her,
so we will be on top of that.
It could be very damaging for her, so we need to --
Anna.
Hey, Anna.
Hi. Come in. Come sit down.
Monica just dropped in to have a chat with you.
Anna, we've been informed by the prison service
that your dad has just been released.
Has he tried to contact you, Anna?
-No. -Good.
'Cause he's not allowed to contact you
unless he goes through the courts.
So, if he does try to make contact,
you need to tell your grandmother, okay?
♪
[Pounding on door]
[Door closes]
Listen, Michael,
I know this is absolutely fucking shit
for Jimmy and Amanda.
It's wrong, Frank.
But we are gonna get Moore, in time.
Yeah. It's like Birdy said.
We just need to be patient.
And what if that had been Eric killed, instead of Jamie?
I'd be saying the exact same thing.
But it wasn't Eric.
And Jamie's not your kid, either.
Anna is, though.
And no court is gonna let you anywhere near her
if this family is in a feud.
Look, I'm staying out of it.
Yeah. You see if you can make sure that Jimmy
doesn't do anything...
fucking stupid in the meantime.
Can you do that?
Mm.
Good.
So, we do nothing? Like, nothing at all?
Isn't that just what I fucking said?
This coming from Frank?
It's coming from me.
Why?
'Cause that's what was decided.
Look, I know Frank said that this shit is done,
but the only name we're hearing around this is Moore's.
Yeah. He's even saying he put manners on you, bro,
and you're gonna do fuck all about it.
We need to do something, even if it's just for show.
No!
It's fucking finished.
Right?
Forget Moore.
And what about Jimmy? He's not gonna let this go.
He is! We all are!
Because that's what was decided, right?
Now, I'm bored of explaining this to the both of you.
It's over.
Fucking end of.
[Scoffs]
Hey, lad's, visiting time's over.
Alright? We should go, let you rest.
-Later, V. -Yeah.
See youse later, yeah?
Look, I'll be back in the morning, yeah?
And if you need anything, message me.
Love you.
♪
[Both breathing heavily]
♪
Hey.
[Crying]
♪
You ready to order?
Yeah. Um, redbreast 12, neat.
Is there, uh, anything else I can get you?
[Indistinct conversations]
[Sniffles]
Mam.
Mrs. Kinsella.
Um, Donal said if I got a job and I stayed out of trouble,
I'd have a good chance of seeing her.
Well, I'm going to be honest with you --
this is not going to be straightforward.
Well, Donal Creehan specializes in criminal law, not family law.
That's why he sent you to me.
So, what he told me is bollocks?
No. Of course not.
You are her father, but you -- you haven't seen Anna
in over eight years.
That's because she wasn't allowed to visit me in prison.
The point is, you haven't seen her.
You know, they will argue that your connection
with Anna has been broken.
I wanted to see Anna. I tried to see her.
Regardless. Secondly --
"Is there a risk that you having access to Anna
will disrupt her life to the extent
that she may be harmed by that access?"
Well, they'll have a field day on that.
You know, pointing out that you were responsible
for her mother's death, that your extended family
has a history of serious criminal activity,
and that you have been arrested and questioned
in a number of murder investigations.
I was never charged.
Doesn't matter.
They'll present it as part of their case
and argue that contact with you
will expose Anna to a dangerous environment
and reawaken historical trauma.
♪
So, what you're saying is I've no chance of seeing her?
I'm saying it's not going to be easy,
and it's certainly not going to happen any time soon.
♪
Jimmy: You sure about this?
'Cause I can do it on my own.
No. I want to see Jamie.
♪
[Scoffs]
[Sighs]
♪
[Sniffles]
♪
[Gasps]
Jamie didn't have a tattoo.
He did.
He got it just after his birthday.
[Sniffles]
♪
[Breathes heavily]
No, it doesn't smell like him.
No, it's -- it isn't him.
It's not -- It's actually not him.
No.
J-Jamie doesn't have a tattoo.
No, I want to see Jamie. That's not him.
No, I just want to see Jamie. Will you show me Jamie?
Show me. I want to see him now.
[Cries]
[Breathes shakily]
[Sobbing]
♪
Who's gonna pay for this?
♪
You said whoever killed him would pay.
You promised me.
♪
Frank said that we can't do anything.
Fuck Frank.
His son isn't dead.
Ours is.
That's not Frank's doing.
I don't care.
♪
It could be Anthony next time.
Have you thought of that?
I can't do something like this on my own, Amanda.
I need a driver, at least.
And no one's gonna help me, not if Frank ruled against it.
Ask Michael.
He doesn't want to get involved in any of this stuff.
He's said that.
Then ask him again.
Tell him you need him.
But I don't want to have to do that.
Just ask him.
♪
[Engine shuts off]
♪
Okay.
♪
[Door closes]
♪
You okay?
♪
I was Jamie's dad, Michael, not you.
Not you.
I know you were.
I raised him.
I did everything for him.
And he loved me.
I mean, he said it all the time. He told me that he loved me.
And he wasn't embarrassed about saying it.
Now he's...
♪
Now he's dead, and I have to put that right.
♪
I know.
If you were me, what would you do?
-I'd put it right. -Yeah.
'Cause if we don't, then what the fuck am I, you know?
If I can't do this for Jamie, then what kind of father am I?
I'm nothing. I'm fucking shit.
♪
I can't do this alone. I need help.
And I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't desperate, but I am.
I'm desperate, Michael. I need your help.
Okay.
Okay? You'll help me get Moore?
Yeah.
♪