♪
[Cellphone vibrating]
♪
You have to get up. Up, now.
Yeah, yeah. I have to go out.
Why? W-What's -- What's wrong?
I want you to go down and sit with Jamie.
I don't want him left on his own.
[Grunts]
Yeah, okay.
Father Scriven called about the eulogy.
Yeah?
And if someone in the family wants to talk about Jamie...
Um... I'm happy to do it.
Unless you want to?
What about Michael?
What do you mean?
Maybe he should say something, too.
♪
I don't think that's something he'd want to do.
I think it's only fair.
To who -- who, exactly?
♪
To Jamie.
Do you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?
Is that it?
Of course not.
Then why are you doing this?
You know I never once tried to punish you
or make you feel bad about what happened.
Not once.
If anything, I blamed myself for ending up in prison
and leaving you all alone, and now, what?
You -- [Crying]
You make me feel like the shitty one
'cause you...
♪
fucked my brother?
♪
Jamie's dead.
He's gone.
♪
He doesn't care who says what at his funeral.
I do.
Michael didn't know Jamie.
I did.
I'm doing the eulogy, not him, and that is fucking it.
♪
Don't I have a say in this?
No!
Why are you doing this?
Why are you making me fight for something
that should be mine -- that is mine?
Fuckin' why?
♪
[Blinker clicks]
♪
[Blinker clicking stops]
♪
[Brakes squeal]
♪
Noel: How are you?
♪
How are you?
♪
You know where it's parked?
♪
If you don't use it in the next week or so,
shift it somewhere else.
You don't want it attracting attention.
I'll do that.
♪
I'm sorry about what happened to your boy, Amanda.
That was wrong.
Thanks, Noel.
And I really appreciate you doing this for me.
I won't forget this now.
Promise.
♪
Take care.
♪
[Enclosure door closing]
[Inhales deeply]
[Sighs]
Jimmy, if there's anything you need me to do today,
just ask. No.
[Mouse squeaking]
I've sent someone on Moore, by the way.
He'll call me when he gets a sniff.
Who is it? You don't know him.
He owes me. This'll settle his debt.
I can't use anyone Frank knows,
and I'm not exactly fucking spoilt for choice, am I?
Has he done this before?
I mean...
[Sighs] Seriously, Jimmy?
What's the problem, Michael?
He's hardly gonna rat us out, not after helping us.
It's not the "after" I'm worried about.
By then, everyone will know it was us anyway.
But if I'm walking in somewhere on some spotter's say-so,
I need to know he's reliable.
You don't have to worry about that, do you, Michael?
I'm doing the shooting.
That's not what we agreed.
That's exactly what's gonna happen.
I'm doing it.
For Jamie.
♪
Killing someone's different than hurting them, Jimmy.
♪
I should be doing this.
Well, then you need to find someone else,
because I haven't driven in nearly 10 years.
Do you really want to be doing this
with someone who can't drive properly?
You think I can't fucking do this?
Is that it?
If you want me to do this with you,
I do the shooting.
Okay?
♪
[Car shuts off]
♪
Where have you been?
We've been looking for you.
I got held up.
Don't close that yet.
I want to say goodbye to him properly.
We're already late.
Don't worry, Mam.
They won't start without us.
Where's your Da?
Down in the den with Uncle Michael.
Just give me one minute.
Ah, balls.
I thought I told you not to leave Jamie alone.
Well, you said until the undertakers came,
which is exactly what I did.
You should be upstairs instead of hiding down here.
Yeah, well, your mother was at me fucking head, so...
I got the car from Noel.
Amanda.
You sure you want to go through with this?
♪
If you don't want to do this, Michael...
No. ...just say so.
All I'm saying is you don't have to decide now.
You can wait.
See how you feel.
I don't want to wait.
♪
- Are you okay, Pet? - Yeah.
[Sniffles]
You know she wouldn't let Fudge or Kem come today?
A lot of people would've liked to pay their respects.
Look around you.
Jamie deserves better than this.
He should've had a proper funeral.
This is --
It's what Amanda wanted.
She's grieving.
She shouldn't be allowed to make decisions like this.
She's only gonna end up regretting them later.
♪
[Crying]
♪
You look so handsome.
♪
Oh, Jesus...
♪
[Whispering] I love you.
♪
[Crying]
♪
[Sighs]
♪
You can close it now.
♪
[Bagpipe music playing]
♪
[Camera shutters clicking]
♪
[Whispering] What's he doing here?
He's just come to pay his respects.
♪
Viking: That night was all kinds of fuzzy.
Anything at all that you can remember?
I told you -- it was dark.
I didn't see anything.
I didn't see the shooter or the car or anything.
So, end of.
Oh, yeah. I heard you and Caolan Moore
had a dust-up the other night.
That was nothing.
If he's the one that killed Jamie,
help us get him, Eric.
I'm not a fucking rat.
Liz: From what I hear, Moore's been laughing at you.
He'd telling people you can't touch him.
Is that true, Eric?
Come on. Help us, Eric,
and we'll put him away for you.
He won't be laughing at you then.
Don't know anything.
Didn't see anything, so...
♪
'Cause he -- he's making you look like a sap.
You know that, don't you? I mean,
all I'm hearing is people are saying
Caolan Moore put you back in your fucking box.
Hmm.
Okay.
All I'll say is...
the two of you can fuck off.
Father Scriven: Now I invite Jamie's father, Jimmy,
to say a few words.
I heard this saying once, can't remember where exactly,
but it always stuck with me.
I don't know why. It just did.
"You can only ever be as happy as your unhappiest child."
And I know -- I know Jamie wasn't exactly an angel.
I mean, you only -- you only have to ask his teachers that.
I also know he was happy.
He just was. It was in his nature.
Like, even -- even when he was a baby...
oh, man, he'd be smiling all the time.
It was ridiculous.
People would come up to me and Amanda
when they saw it and they'd say,
"You only ever get one of those, so..."
And every time I'd come home,
I'd always know Jamie was there
'cause I could hear laughing and messing
as soon as I came in the door.
I'm gonna miss that sound.
I'm gonna miss everything about him,
but at least I know that when he was here,
he was happy and he made us happy.
He made me...
[Coughing in distance]
He, uh...
♪
[Crying]
♪
[Indistinct conversation]
♪
Thank you so much for coming.
♪
Thanks very much.
♪
[Footsteps approaching]
♪
My deepest sympathies.
Your son is in my thoughts and prayers.
♪
Thank you.
♪
Thanks for coming, Eamon.
Eamon: I wanted to pay my respects.
It's the very least I could do.
♪
Excuse me.
♪
Anna.
♪
Anna.
♪
[Laughs] Um, I'm -- I'm --
I know who you are.
♪
I'm glad you came today.
I know Jamie would have been, too.
He was telling me all about you.
He said -- He said how nice you were,
that you were friendly and -- and --
Look, I'm sorry, but I have to go.
Can -- Can you stay a little longer so we can talk?
Maybe there's a cafe around here.
We could go somewhere or...
You're not supposed to be anywhere near me,
and if I told my grandmother about this,
you would be in big trouble.
I know.
But I'm -- I'm hoping that can change.
I'm -- I'm applying to the courts to let me see you again.
That's not gonna happen.
They're not gonna allow you to see me,
not after what you did.
[Sighs]
Well, look, we're here now.
Can we talk now for a few minutes?
Maybe get to know each other again?
And talk about what?
I don't know. Whatever you want.
Name it.
Ask me whatever you want.
No. Sorry.
There is absolutely nothing I want to talk to you about.
♪
[Crying]
♪
- Okay. - See you.
Bye. Thank you.
Deepest sympathies, Bridget.
I'm glad you came.
I know it's not much of a send-off,
but it is what the boy's mother wanted.
Well, if there's anything I can do,
you only have to ask.
Well, you could give us Caolan Moore.
You haven't changed, Birdy.
Eamon: Good to see you out, Michael.
Shame about the circumstances.
Keeping a low profile these days?
That's the plan.
Well, if you ever feel like a bit of sun,
I have a few places sitting empty in Marbella.
Just hop on a flight, you know, and we'll put you up.
Yeah, maybe.
Whatever you're into, we can lay it on for you --
gear, girls.
Unless, of course, you're a faggot like Frank.
But we can sort you out with that, too.
I'm only messing with you, Michael.
Live and let live.
That's my motto.
♪
I heard you were there when Jimmy's young lad was shot.
♪
Yeah.
That was some fucking cock-up.
That is one way of putting it.
Oh.
Main thing is it's all put to bed now.
Hope that's clear, Mike?
Yeah. Good.
And I'm serious about the apartment.
Come visit.
I'll give you the five-star treatment.
♪
Amanda: Where's Jamie's friends?
I didn't see any of them here.
They're not here.
Well, why not?
School wouldn't let them come,
said anyone seen would be in trouble.
What? Because he'd been suspended?
No, Mam.
Because he was a Kinsella.
♪
[Jazzy music playing]
[Indistinct conversations]
Ah.
You look well.
Thank you.
Thanks for taking the time to see me.
Oh, stop it, now.
I only postponed you once.
♪
This is for Luke's birthday.
What is it?
If I'd wanted you to know ahead of him,
I wouldn't have wrapped it, would I?
[Chuckles] It's very thoughtful.
Thank you.
How are the girls?
Good.
You should call them yourself and ask them.
♪
I take it Marta's well?
♪
If you're going to be cruel, let's not talk about her.
I'm never cruel.
I'm resentful. There's a difference.
I resent how quickly she was able to
work out all the things I couldn't,
like live in Spain, away from all your shit here.
What? Was it really that bad?
You tell me.
You were the one who left, Eamon.
Could you just give us a second, please?
We're not quite ready yet.
I'll give you a shout, John.
♪
[Sighs]
Look, Eamon...
I had planned to save this
'till after dessert, so as to not ruin the meal,
but I'm not sure I can wait that long.
A few months ago, I found a lump,
and I've had it checked and biopsied.
And it's not good.
What do you mean by "not good"?
What do you think I mean?
Who'd you see?
We'll get a second opinion.
I don't mean here. We'll go to the States.
They've got wonderful facilities --
Eamon, stop.
This is a problem you can't fix.
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
Jimmy: Moore's on a session with his mates.
He's just sitting there.
You sure you want to do this on the day we buried Jamie?
♪
It's fucking karma.
♪
Amanda?
Moore knows it's Jamie's funeral,
and he thinks we'll be distracted by that.
That's why he's out.
When will we get another chance like this?
♪
Okay.
♪
[Car shuts off]
♪
Jimmy: Go straight home.
We'll see you there.
♪
Hey. Don't worry.
We'll see you later. I promise.
Come here.
♪
Love you.
Mind yourselves.
♪
[Sniffs]
♪
Want a bump?
♪
[Sniffs]
♪
[Electronic lock buzzes]
♪
Jimmy: When you go in that door,
Keith said Moore's halfway down on your right-hand side.
He's wearing a red puffa jacket, so it won't be hard to spot.
See this prick?
I got info that he's the one who shot Jamie,
just in case he's in there, too.
After you've done it, keep going straight on.
There's an exit door at the back.
I know, Jimmy. You told me.
I know I told you.
Just going over it so we're clear, is all.
You get to that door, I'll be waiting for you.
Michael.
♪
[Spray bottle hissing]
♪
[Scrubbing]
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
[Gunshots]
[Crowd screaming]
[Gunshot]
[Screaming, glass breaking]
[Chain rattling]
Fuck.
[Screaming, glass breaking]
♪
[Scrubbing]
[Screaming]
Michael: Get down!
[Panting]
♪
[Raining]
♪
[Panting continues]
♪
What the fuck happened? Are you alright?
The back door was padlocked.
Did you get him?
Yeah.
[Engine revs]
[Tires squeal]
♪
[Splashing]
♪
[Fire rushing]
Let's go.
[Clanking]
♪
[Scrubbing]
Well?
It's done.
[Sighs]
Where's Michael now?
Gone home.
But everything went okay?
Yeah.
It's already up on Twitter about the shooting.
They haven't named Moore yet,
but they're saying the victim is dead.
[Sighs]
Alright. Go get a shower before the guards arrive.
Leave your clothes out for the wash.
Okay.
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
[Cellphone vibrating]
♪
I'm gonna take this.
♪
[Beep]
- Alright, Eamon? - Eamon: You have no idea
what you have just fucking started.
You and your idiot son
and your whole fucking inbred family --
you're all done, 'cause you're fucking dead.
Listen, Eamon, whatever you might think one of us --
No, you fucking listen!
♪
That funeral suit, Frank -- you better mind that,
'cause it's gonna get lots of fucking use,
I promise you that.
♪
What the fuck?
♪
[Sirens wailing]
♪
[Knocking on door]
It's unlocked.
I'm not armed. You can come in.
[Sirens wailing, radio chatter]
Officer #1: Stay where you are! Officer #2: Don't move!
Officer #3: Stay where you are!
Are you arresting him or not?
'Cause I want to know if I need to call a solicitor.
Yeah, you need to call one.
Anthony: Mam, what's going on?
Go on over to Birdy's.
You can sleep there tonight.
Are you sure you don't want me to stay here with you?
I'll call you if I need you.
[Smooch]
'Night, Da.'Night, son.
♪
[Gate opens]
You alright? Yeah, I'm grand.
What's going on over there?
Dunno. They're searching our gaff and Michael's.
Did they say what it was about?
Not to me.
♪
Bed's made up in the spare room. Now go on up.
Thanks, Birdy. G'night.
G'night, pet.
♪
[Cellphone vibrating]
♪
Frank: That circus outside --
I presume that's about Caolan Moore getting clipped?
Yeah.
So, somebody please fucking tell me
that the keystone cops have it arseways
and that it wasn't Jimmy or Michael who killed him?
You're gonna have to talk to them about that.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
It means you need to speak to them.
[Whispering] Oh. Fuck.
Have you any fucking idea what's gonna happen now,
if they did that?
Have you? Jimmy is fucking dead.
You know that, don't you? It's only a matter of when.
'Cause Eamon's gonna put a bounty on his head,
and he'll make it so fucking big
that any junkie with a gun
will be out there trying to claim it.
And Michael, too.
They won't be able to cross the street
without looking over their shoulder.
Any time a fucking car pulls up
or a door opens behind them,
they'll be thinking, "Are they here for me?"
And one fucking day, they fucking will be.
Caolan Moore killed Jamie.
- What did he expect? - Just shut the fuck up!
You don't have a notion what you're talking about,
so keep it fucking buttoned.
Frank. Anthony's asleep upstairs.
You go and tell your husband that he and his brother
have fucked this family.
They have fucked us.
And we're all gonna have to pay for what they did,
every one of us.
Go home, Amanda. Go home.
We'll talk to you later.
[Sighs]
Well, they won't say what they have on you,
which means either they're saving it for the interview --
big fucking reveal -- or maybe they have nothing at all.
You okay? You look like shit.
Where's Jimmy? He's not here.
I think they took him to Kevin Street Station.
Is there anything I need to know before the interview?
'Cause if there's a chance of witnesses or evidence
linking you to the shooting, I want to know.
There isn't.
What about CCTV?
Um...
the only reason I'm here is because the lad who was shot
was the one behind Jamie's death.
That's why they picked up me and Jimmy.
That's all?
Nothing else?
♪
No. Nothing.
Alright.
Michael?
♪
Michael?
Fuck. You sure you're okay?
♪
[Weakly] Yeah. I-I need a drink of water.
Yeah, um...
[Muffled] Guard. Guard.
We need some medical help over here now!
[Muffled speaking]
[Straining]
Come on!
[Water running]
[Door shuts]
[Sighs]
[Door opens]
Alright.
[Tapping on door]
The fuck?
It's not even 8:00.
Frank told us to meet him here.
Why?
Caolan Moore's brown bread.
He was clipped, man.
Fuck off. Who got him?
Michael.
He walked into some pub on his own,
done him in front of everybody.
Bang, bang in the head. No backup or nothing.
How'd you know it was Michael?
Him and Jimmy were lifted straight away.
Everyone knows it was him.
It's all here, V.
"The Gardai are quizzing two men in relation
to the killing of drug dealer Caolan Moore.
One of the men in custody is a well-known
gangland criminal from the capital.
Dubbed 'The Magician'... [Laughs]
the 36-year-old convicted killer
was only recently released from jail."
"The Magician". He's even got his own nickname.
And you know why they call him "The Magician", don't you?
'Cause he makes people disappear.
[Laughs] Sick, man.
Did yous know about this before?
No one did. Frank kept it close.
Caught everyone on the hop.
Oh. [Laughs]
That's the way to get them, yeah?
Fuck you, Caolan Moore.
Yup.
[Laughter]
He's some man.
♪
Hey, uh, I need to speak to someone about my son, in 312.
I need one of you to, uh, ring the guards
and tell them you want an armed officer here
to protect him and to protect you, too.
'Cause if you don't, there's every chance someone's gonna
show up here with a gun, try and kill him.
♪
Yous two go down and wait by the main entrance.
Keep an eye out for anyone sketch.
Yeah.
So, is it true? It was Michael?
Yeah.
[Laughs]
Him and Jimmy have gone and fucked everything up.
♪
They were right to do it.
Don't be a fucking clown, Eric.
♪
Jamie was Jimmy's son.
He was only doing what any proper father would do.
See, that's why you don't make decisions.
♪
The nurses say the coppers are sending a car over.
Thank fuck.
♪
Dr. Rooney: Would you say these episodes
have been getting progressively worse?
In general, yeah.
♪
And more frequent?
Yeah.
What I'm gonna do is write a report of what happened here
and send it to your GP,
who will refer you to a consulting neurologist.
Why can't you just tell me what's wrong with me?
It's not that simple.
There are doctors who specialize in this area.
They'll need to do tests before a diagnosis can be made.
Please.
Look, this is just my initial opinion,
and like I said, you'll have to do tests
but considering the head trauma and your symptoms,
I'd say it's possible you may have developed epilepsy.
Can it be cured?
It can be managed.
Try to avoid anything
that makes you susceptible to seizures.
Like what? I --
It's different for everyone, but the kinds of things
that are considered to be triggers are lack of sleep,
excessive alcohol or drug-taking.
Stress is a big one.
Try to avoid stressful situations.
Thank you.
♪
[Knocking on door, door opens]
Hey, Doc. So, uh, can he still be interviewed
after having a seizure?
Dr. Rooney: I'd recommend it's rescheduled.
Thanks.
♪
Lock the door.
Don't open it to anyone, you understand?
No one.
Soon as the banks are open,
you lodge everything you've got in here.
You need to find somewhere else to put it in the future.
Okay.
Stay here.
Reporter: In the latest gangland shooting, a young father of two
was gunned down at this Dublin pub last night.
Caolan Moore was celebrating the recent birth
of his daughter Leah, when the gunman entered the pub
and shot him five times.
Moore's fiancée, Shannon Gogarty,
said he was a loving father,
who enjoyed nothing more than spending time with his kids.
♪
I'm glad he did it, Mam.
♪
I'm glad he did it for Jamie.
♪
[Knocking on door] Dotser: Frank?
Dotser?
♪
[Keys jingling]
♪
[Drill whirring]
♪
Frank: Fudge, get them boxes there.
♪
Alright.
[Drill whirrs]
♪
Here. When you're doing your collections,
make sure you've got Kem with you at all times.
Don't go anywhere on your own.
Okay.
Fudge: The lads will be asking what we're doing for stuff
when this lot runs out.
Just tell them Eamon Cunningham's
not our only supplier, okay?
♪
Okay?
Yeah.
♪
When you're done at the bank, go over to my place.
I'll call you when I'm there and tell you what things to pack,
and bring it all over to Birdy's house.
You moving in with Birdy?
Just do what I ask, okay?
Okay.
Amanda: He had two young kids.
Did you know that?
We all leave someone behind.
And his fiancée --
she looked about 16.
They were his responsibility, Amanda, not yours.
Moore made his own choices.
He let them down, no one else.
Forget about him.
What if I can't?
You just have to, Amanda.
You're gonna drive yourself crazy.
What's done is done.
Push it as far away as you can and leave it there.
Forget it ever happened.
Is that what you did with Allison?
[Dishes clinking]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
No.
With Allison, I do the opposite.
[Cellphone vibrating]
Hello?
Woman: I hope you're happy, you fucking bitch.
It's your fault he's dead.
♪
Noel's blood is on your hands.
He's dead because he helped you.
♪
You're the reason that our girls have no Da.
You're the reason for all of this.
You're to blame, you fucking bitch.
You fucking bitch!
♪