Love/Hate (2010) s05e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
Get off the fuckin' bike! Get off the fuckin' thing! Get off the fuckin' thing! You saw me trying to talk to him, Paulie.
Didn't even want to give him ten 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 youbut 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.
Cig.
I've gone through what we currently have on Paulie Lawless - our last known intelligence - and there's luck all there.
I know.
Sure he's been in Spain.
If you get a chance, do a full background on him.
Including all his associates before he left.
Yeah, will do.
And get onto Spain.
Liaise with them.
See what they have.
Yeah.
No problem, Cig.
- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.
- All right, Nidgy.
- Howya.
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 son 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's there, that's all.
You go near him to talk to him and you're going behind my back.
You know what I mean? Only trying to help, Nidgy.
- No-one will hardly come through the back.
- We need to fence it off to be sure.
Talk to you later, yeah.
- 2-7.
Go ahead, Terry.
He's just gone into Phoenix Motors on Parkgate Street, Cig.
It's too tight in there.
Best I can do is cover the entrance.
Do what you can, Terry.
I've no-one else.
You're on your own.
You'll need a high-power bike for this.
My pal is after strokin' a high booster for the job on yer 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, Paulie.
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.
No sign of any Garda, Aido? No, nothing.
- Nidge, man, where are we going? - The zoo.
- Into the zoo? - No.
Meeting him out the front of it.
If we're followed, it's easier to spot the Old Bill.
They'll be the ones with no kids.
Brendan's smart like that.
You know what I mean? - 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 it I don't put it down.
There's Brendan now.
Come on.
We head over.
Jaysus, must come back here at some stage.
Bring Nadine's nippers in there.
See the monkeys and that.
Yeah? Introduce them to the relations! Ah, 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.
- Why? - For food.
What they do is chase them and then they, like, set up an ambush.
Then, when they catch them, they rip them apart.
- Sure there's no relations of yours in there? - Fuck off.
Thought you said I could provide the lorry driver.
I have a guy you can use for this run.
After that, son it yourself with your own driver.
- I can get a driver, no problem.
- With a clean driving license? - Yeah, of course.
- Well, that's what you need.
- Clean license, 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? Yeah.
Whatever lorry driver you use, I never want to ever meet the tucks.
Seeya.
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 butlooks good in PowerPoint.
We better go or we'll be late for the lamp.
While we support the enhanced engagement oi young people in the communities, this pro-active engagement oi 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 tuck's he talking about? Leading to, we hope, increased levels oi customer satisfaction.
You wait in the car.
You'll antagonise him.
- I won't.
- Go on.
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 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 resources you needed the last time? He was seen earlier today in a car with Paulie Lawless.
- Never heard of him.
- He's Terence May's nephew.
There's no doubting that calibre, but I need more.
Chief, look, we can't half do our job.
I understand where you're coming from but we fuckin' need to do this right.
OK, Mick.
Look, I'll see what I can do.
Draft up a report and send it up to me.
It's the best I can do for you.
OK? Wants a report, does he? Of fuckin' course he does.
I 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 fuckin' son this between them.
We'll move the women and children to the old Station Road site for the night, or maybe a day or two.
OK? Pull over there.
What the fuck's going on here? Fuck it.
Maybe we will leave it.
Get the fuck down! - Get the fuck down! - Where the fuck is he? Huh? Where's Patrick? - Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Did you get him? - No, he got away.
Where the fuck is he? Have you a headache? Janet, do me a favour.
Don't be kissing me in front of anyone, will you not? Yeah.
Whatever you want.
I'm a bit bleedin' stressed, you know.
Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to leave? Wanna talk? Cuppa tea? Is there anything, hun? Blow job 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.
What are you doing, you mad yoke? - Do you wanna go for a spin? - At this time? Yeah.
Come on.
Come on in.
- 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 it on your phone? I need to know something that should be on the news that's not on the news.
It's the same news on the telly as what's on your phone.
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.
There might be news about something that happened that has me on edge.
OK? I'm saying that to you now, Janet, cos I trust you.
I'm not saying what it is.
But you say a word of it to anyone It's under the paper.
It's not known if any of the men 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.
Yeah.
Where the fuck are you? I'm sorting that thing out.
I can't say, can I? You can't cos 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.
You woke me up and you have to go? It's all very mysterious.
I have to meet your uncle.
You not like him? Can I call round after? Text me when you're done.
- I'll turn the phone off if I'm too wrecked.
- OK.
- It's a fuck-up.
- 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 vest - We'll get him again.
What can I do? It was a fuckin' ambush.
Why 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 tuck are you talking about? I'm not one of your bum boys.
I done you a favour.
Paulie, I was sitting here.
I didn't know what had happened.
If it had gone the other way Know what I mean? This dirty swamp rat - fuck him.
We'll get him.
The main thing isn't him.
The main thing 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.
After that, I don't give a bollocks.
Now, I'm going off to fuck a young one, cos 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 cos you want me to I'll hunt him down for sport Yep, OK.
All right, cheers.
Thanks.
Cig.
That thing at The Casement last night.
It was done by Nidge's lot.
Do we know why? We're 100 per cent it's a retaliation for the attempt on Nidge.
Look, I know there's no hours going but I need yis 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.
I'll try and get some overtime for us.
No problem, boss.
Whatever you want.
Where are you off to, Cig, all dressed up? Funeral.
- Which one do you want? - You take Nidge.
I'll take Fran.
I like Fran.
He's a mad bastard.
- What? - Terry, where are you now? - 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.
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? Only to talk to him.
See if there's something I can do.
Are 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.
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.
- All right, Patrick? - Did you hear what he done to me? Only I was wearing a vest, I'd be killed stone dead.
Jaysus.
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 site.
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 hurl 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.
That's why I'm telling you.
Linda.
I'm gonna kill him.
- 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.
- I'm meeting him tomorrow.
- 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 arse 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 oft you then.
Right, Paulie.
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 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.
And 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? Has that always been there? My grandmother had it put there.
Might say a prayer to herself.
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.
"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 eyesâ.
Prick.
- - Yeah? - Cig, can you talk? - I'm still here.
Go on, make it quick.
Fran was in the campsite.
He's come out.
Something's going on.
- What's he doing? - He's sitting in his van andl think he's crying.
There's something fuckin' off, boss.
Whatever you think.
Keep an eye on him.
Are you 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 me 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.
I don't know.
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.
" Cos I have myself and I know I have Warren and I've John.
I do me things.
But when It's lately What? Cos you're being all nice to me, it's harder, you know.
Cos 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 fuckin' Trish.
You know that? Enough shit happens for a reason.
I don't think it does.
You decide what to do.
You know what I mean? You made your bed with me and I'm in it with you, no matter what.
That's makin' the decision.
You know? - Yeah? Do you feel better? - Yeah.
Happy? - I have to pick up the kids.
- I'll go with you.
- You don't have to.
- I want to.
- OK? - Yeah.
Fuck ya.
Yeah? He's doing the bleedin' school run.
Uh-huh.
I'm heading home.
I'm already owed 20 hours of overtime I'm not getting.
Nothin' here.
Martin.
Fuck.
What's the story, Fran? I'm in the middle of something here.
Howya.
Nidgy? Warren.
Warren, where are you going? Help your ma with the shoppin'.
- 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.
I'll be over to you then, Nidgy.
Cig.
I'm following Fran.
It looks like there's been some type of handover.
Fran's after getting a shooter.
- It looked? - No, 100 per cent.
100 per cent.
The only thing is, I'm in this shitty Seat.
I don't want to lose him.
Fm on Blunden Drive, coming up to the Malahide Roundabout.
You keep the eye on him and I'll get onto ERU for you.
OK, gaffer.
8026.
Where are you now'? I'm gonna have ERU there for you as soon as I can.
Piece of shit.
All right, babe.
Get out of the fuckin' van! Get out of the fuckin' van! Don't touch the fuckin' gun! I'll blow your head off! Get out! Get out the tuck! Get out! Get the tuck out! Show me your hands! Stay.
Cig.
Sorry.
Cig- You mad bastard.
What are you sorry about? I should've waited on the ERU but l thought I'd lose him.
No, no, no, no.
Well done.
- That's aserious scalp.
- Thanks, Cig.
- You all right? - I could do with a drink.
Come on, let me get you one.
Where's everyone? - They're in McGowan's.
Just the one, yeah? - No, genuinely, just the one.
Ah, you're no craic.
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.
Ah, where's the lad? Good man! - Fair play to you.
- Thanks, Chief.
Pure fuckin' spade work, boy.
Showed 'em how it's done.
That's how we used to do it 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.
Listen, Mick.
Well done today.
You run a tight ship.
Don't forget to get that report sent up to me.
Headquarters will probably have an interest in this now.
Padraig! Useless ponty.
I'm off.
Have a good night, Ciaran.
Don't come in too early tomorrow.
Half seven will do! - Hey.
- Hi.
- You look tired.
- I'm all right.
I was at a funeral earlier.
Who died? That body in the canal.
His.
Oh.
Kids the same age as ours.
Boy and girl.
Teenagers.
Boy's doing his Leaving Cert this year.
Oh, that's sad.
Yeah.
Very fuckin' rough, huh? Bad luck, buddy.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya! Back to your seats! Everyone stay where yis are! Come on, come on, come on! I'll get ya, ya prick! No matter what!
Didn't even want to give him ten 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 youbut 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.
Cig.
I've gone through what we currently have on Paulie Lawless - our last known intelligence - and there's luck all there.
I know.
Sure he's been in Spain.
If you get a chance, do a full background on him.
Including all his associates before he left.
Yeah, will do.
And get onto Spain.
Liaise with them.
See what they have.
Yeah.
No problem, Cig.
- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.
- All right, Nidgy.
- Howya.
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 son 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's there, that's all.
You go near him to talk to him and you're going behind my back.
You know what I mean? Only trying to help, Nidgy.
- No-one will hardly come through the back.
- We need to fence it off to be sure.
Talk to you later, yeah.
- 2-7.
Go ahead, Terry.
He's just gone into Phoenix Motors on Parkgate Street, Cig.
It's too tight in there.
Best I can do is cover the entrance.
Do what you can, Terry.
I've no-one else.
You're on your own.
You'll need a high-power bike for this.
My pal is after strokin' a high booster for the job on yer 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, Paulie.
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.
No sign of any Garda, Aido? No, nothing.
- Nidge, man, where are we going? - The zoo.
- Into the zoo? - No.
Meeting him out the front of it.
If we're followed, it's easier to spot the Old Bill.
They'll be the ones with no kids.
Brendan's smart like that.
You know what I mean? - 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 it I don't put it down.
There's Brendan now.
Come on.
We head over.
Jaysus, must come back here at some stage.
Bring Nadine's nippers in there.
See the monkeys and that.
Yeah? Introduce them to the relations! Ah, 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.
- Why? - For food.
What they do is chase them and then they, like, set up an ambush.
Then, when they catch them, they rip them apart.
- Sure there's no relations of yours in there? - Fuck off.
Thought you said I could provide the lorry driver.
I have a guy you can use for this run.
After that, son it yourself with your own driver.
- I can get a driver, no problem.
- With a clean driving license? - Yeah, of course.
- Well, that's what you need.
- Clean license, 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? Yeah.
Whatever lorry driver you use, I never want to ever meet the tucks.
Seeya.
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 butlooks good in PowerPoint.
We better go or we'll be late for the lamp.
While we support the enhanced engagement oi young people in the communities, this pro-active engagement oi 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 tuck's he talking about? Leading to, we hope, increased levels oi customer satisfaction.
You wait in the car.
You'll antagonise him.
- I won't.
- Go on.
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 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 resources you needed the last time? He was seen earlier today in a car with Paulie Lawless.
- Never heard of him.
- He's Terence May's nephew.
There's no doubting that calibre, but I need more.
Chief, look, we can't half do our job.
I understand where you're coming from but we fuckin' need to do this right.
OK, Mick.
Look, I'll see what I can do.
Draft up a report and send it up to me.
It's the best I can do for you.
OK? Wants a report, does he? Of fuckin' course he does.
I 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 fuckin' son this between them.
We'll move the women and children to the old Station Road site for the night, or maybe a day or two.
OK? Pull over there.
What the fuck's going on here? Fuck it.
Maybe we will leave it.
Get the fuck down! - Get the fuck down! - Where the fuck is he? Huh? Where's Patrick? - Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Did you get him? - No, he got away.
Where the fuck is he? Have you a headache? Janet, do me a favour.
Don't be kissing me in front of anyone, will you not? Yeah.
Whatever you want.
I'm a bit bleedin' stressed, you know.
Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to leave? Wanna talk? Cuppa tea? Is there anything, hun? Blow job 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.
What are you doing, you mad yoke? - Do you wanna go for a spin? - At this time? Yeah.
Come on.
Come on in.
- 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 it on your phone? I need to know something that should be on the news that's not on the news.
It's the same news on the telly as what's on your phone.
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.
There might be news about something that happened that has me on edge.
OK? I'm saying that to you now, Janet, cos I trust you.
I'm not saying what it is.
But you say a word of it to anyone It's under the paper.
It's not known if any of the men 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.
Yeah.
Where the fuck are you? I'm sorting that thing out.
I can't say, can I? You can't cos 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.
You woke me up and you have to go? It's all very mysterious.
I have to meet your uncle.
You not like him? Can I call round after? Text me when you're done.
- I'll turn the phone off if I'm too wrecked.
- OK.
- It's a fuck-up.
- 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 vest - We'll get him again.
What can I do? It was a fuckin' ambush.
Why 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 tuck are you talking about? I'm not one of your bum boys.
I done you a favour.
Paulie, I was sitting here.
I didn't know what had happened.
If it had gone the other way Know what I mean? This dirty swamp rat - fuck him.
We'll get him.
The main thing isn't him.
The main thing 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.
After that, I don't give a bollocks.
Now, I'm going off to fuck a young one, cos 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 cos you want me to I'll hunt him down for sport Yep, OK.
All right, cheers.
Thanks.
Cig.
That thing at The Casement last night.
It was done by Nidge's lot.
Do we know why? We're 100 per cent it's a retaliation for the attempt on Nidge.
Look, I know there's no hours going but I need yis 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.
I'll try and get some overtime for us.
No problem, boss.
Whatever you want.
Where are you off to, Cig, all dressed up? Funeral.
- Which one do you want? - You take Nidge.
I'll take Fran.
I like Fran.
He's a mad bastard.
- What? - Terry, where are you now? - 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.
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? Only to talk to him.
See if there's something I can do.
Are 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.
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.
- All right, Patrick? - Did you hear what he done to me? Only I was wearing a vest, I'd be killed stone dead.
Jaysus.
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 site.
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 hurl 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.
That's why I'm telling you.
Linda.
I'm gonna kill him.
- 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.
- I'm meeting him tomorrow.
- 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 arse 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 oft you then.
Right, Paulie.
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 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.
And 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? Has that always been there? My grandmother had it put there.
Might say a prayer to herself.
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.
"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 eyesâ.
Prick.
- - Yeah? - Cig, can you talk? - I'm still here.
Go on, make it quick.
Fran was in the campsite.
He's come out.
Something's going on.
- What's he doing? - He's sitting in his van andl think he's crying.
There's something fuckin' off, boss.
Whatever you think.
Keep an eye on him.
Are you 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 me 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.
I don't know.
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.
" Cos I have myself and I know I have Warren and I've John.
I do me things.
But when It's lately What? Cos you're being all nice to me, it's harder, you know.
Cos 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 fuckin' Trish.
You know that? Enough shit happens for a reason.
I don't think it does.
You decide what to do.
You know what I mean? You made your bed with me and I'm in it with you, no matter what.
That's makin' the decision.
You know? - Yeah? Do you feel better? - Yeah.
Happy? - I have to pick up the kids.
- I'll go with you.
- You don't have to.
- I want to.
- OK? - Yeah.
Fuck ya.
Yeah? He's doing the bleedin' school run.
Uh-huh.
I'm heading home.
I'm already owed 20 hours of overtime I'm not getting.
Nothin' here.
Martin.
Fuck.
What's the story, Fran? I'm in the middle of something here.
Howya.
Nidgy? Warren.
Warren, where are you going? Help your ma with the shoppin'.
- 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.
I'll be over to you then, Nidgy.
Cig.
I'm following Fran.
It looks like there's been some type of handover.
Fran's after getting a shooter.
- It looked? - No, 100 per cent.
100 per cent.
The only thing is, I'm in this shitty Seat.
I don't want to lose him.
Fm on Blunden Drive, coming up to the Malahide Roundabout.
You keep the eye on him and I'll get onto ERU for you.
OK, gaffer.
8026.
Where are you now'? I'm gonna have ERU there for you as soon as I can.
Piece of shit.
All right, babe.
Get out of the fuckin' van! Get out of the fuckin' van! Don't touch the fuckin' gun! I'll blow your head off! Get out! Get out the tuck! Get out! Get the tuck out! Show me your hands! Stay.
Cig.
Sorry.
Cig- You mad bastard.
What are you sorry about? I should've waited on the ERU but l thought I'd lose him.
No, no, no, no.
Well done.
- That's aserious scalp.
- Thanks, Cig.
- You all right? - I could do with a drink.
Come on, let me get you one.
Where's everyone? - They're in McGowan's.
Just the one, yeah? - No, genuinely, just the one.
Ah, you're no craic.
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.
Ah, where's the lad? Good man! - Fair play to you.
- Thanks, Chief.
Pure fuckin' spade work, boy.
Showed 'em how it's done.
That's how we used to do it 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.
Listen, Mick.
Well done today.
You run a tight ship.
Don't forget to get that report sent up to me.
Headquarters will probably have an interest in this now.
Padraig! Useless ponty.
I'm off.
Have a good night, Ciaran.
Don't come in too early tomorrow.
Half seven will do! - Hey.
- Hi.
- You look tired.
- I'm all right.
I was at a funeral earlier.
Who died? That body in the canal.
His.
Oh.
Kids the same age as ours.
Boy and girl.
Teenagers.
Boy's doing his Leaving Cert this year.
Oh, that's sad.
Yeah.
Very fuckin' rough, huh? Bad luck, buddy.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya! Back to your seats! Everyone stay where yis are! Come on, come on, come on! I'll get ya, ya prick! No matter what!