Irish Blood (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

1
(footsteps crunching on leaves)
(soft music)
-There she is.
-Dad!
(speaking Irish)
(♪♪)
So, how's she cuttin', darling?
Pure shittily at the moment.
I wouldn't blame ya..
for going back home,
forgettin' all about me.
Forget you?
30 years
I haven't been
able to forget you.
Even when I wanted to.
I couldn't.
(♪♪)
And I never give up.
(chuckles)
That's my girl.
But I don't know
what to do next.
What you see isn't
necessarily what's real.
(whispers): I wish
this was real.
Ah, but it is.
Would you like me to prove it?
(whispering): Yes.
(music crescendo)
(echoing horse whinnying)
Hi!
(sighing)
(gasping)
(heavy breathing)
Yes! Two bars.
(curious music)
It's so fucking beautiful here.
It's the most gorgeous
place on earth.
And there's all this dark shit
happening right underneath.
Fiona, let's get you home.
(♪♪)
I've been reading some of
Una's Irish mythology books.
They're basically
horror stories.
Screaming women
announcing deaths.
Blood suckers.
Three-headed monsters
laying the country to waste.
And while us naive Americans,
we think leprechauns
are these little cute
cartoon characters
on cereal boxes.
But they will
literally murder anyone
who gets near their pot of gold.
Yeah.
I mean, what the hell is
wrong with this place?
Why didn't you stay in England?
Well, some people
go all the way west in
America to find their fortune.
I only had to pop
over to Ireland.
I opened my gym. Got
my life in order.
And now it's home.
(♪♪)
(sighing): Thank you.
(High & Low by
Gemma Hayes plays)
I know ♪
I know ♪
Will I always be
looking for you? ♪
Oh ♪♪
I'm gonna find this
scum bastard
And do what, Finn?
I mean, he's threatened
to kill Fiona.
And he might come back and
finish the job with you
and then I'd have two dead sons!
Declan never should have
involved you in this!
But he did.
Have you any idea who it was?
It was the same guy that
attacked me in my hotel room.
Well, we'll call the Gardaí, get
them to pull some mugshots
But it was in the
middle of the night,
and he was wearing a balaclava.
Then how do you know
it was the same man?
He had a very distinctive scar
on his right hand
like he'd been burned.
Enough is enough.
Una?
(whispering): It's alright.
(echoing): Una?
Una, what are you doing?
My brother was an asshole!
Putting you in danger with
that bloody briefcase.
You need to get rid
of it, where is it?
It's not here. It's
somewhere safe.
What are you doing?
This isn't some game, Fiona!
It's not some come to Ireland
and solve a mystery
bloody paperback!
That man could've killed you!
I know.
Well, then please, Jesus,
please will you stop
exposing yourself
to this kind of danger?
And miss the chance
The chance? What chance?
The chance to what?
To-to die an early death?
Like Declan?
They stole him from
me and from my mom!
From your mom!
What else could they do, really?
(whimpering): A lot more.
Then let them try.
(sighing)
(sighs)
(phone dings)
(Declan): My dearest Fiona,
I want you to know that I've
watched your career from afar.
Google alerts are
marvelous things.
The successful lawyer
that you've become
is because you're a fighter.
And you have the special ability
to be able to see
beyond the obvious.
That's your superpower.
(sighs)
(phone rings)
(Róisín): Garda
Doherty speaking.
Róisín, are you busy?
(birds chirping)
Patsy Burgess, small potatoes.
People doing the
abducting, generally,
are not the ones
calling the shots.
Close.
Patsy would be more
likely to auction you off
to the highest
bidder, than he would
to put a cattle
bolt in your head.
No, we are looking for
our very own Marlo Stanfield.
Who's that?
Head of the Baltimore
drug trade in The Wire.
(chuckles)
You really love your TV.
(sighing)
Dad
which of these
things screams,
choose me and I'll lead you to
Wicklow's nastiest crime lord?
Well, nastiest,
there's a couple.
We have the Scarrows.
The Cartys
and the McIntyres.
McIntyre. That sounds familiar.
Yeah, well, every Irish
name sounds familiar,
especially the ones that
begin with Mc, or O.
Why is there is a boxing
glove in this briefcase?
(stammering)
Well, ya ever seen a boxing
glove with holes in it?
No! It's for MMA.
Mixed Martial Arts.
I know what MMA is
Well, you didn't know
what boxing gloves are
I know what boxing gloves are.
Oh, there's this in here.
Woah. What's this?
Jesus, it's hard as a rock.
Plaster of Paris will do that.
(suspenseful music)
Are there any unsanctioned
MMA fights here in Wicklow?
There are, and
(♪♪)
Holy hell, Caoimhin McIntyre.
Of course! He-
(spiting) (plastic
clangs on floor)
An MMA fighter, from the
wrong side of Wicklow harbor.
He sanctions a heap of them.
The McIntyres, they have
their fingers in everything,
not just illegal gambling.
They are
real bad characters.
Okay? So can you get
me the address of this
Cow-i-minh
McIntyre?
-Caoimhin.
-Quee-vee.
Caoimhin! Jesus!
Was last night not enough of
an adrenaline rush for ya?
What do you wanna do?
Walk up to his
house, ring his bell,
say, "Hey, wouldn't
happen to know anything
about the murder of
my dad, would you?"
How do I get face-time
with him then?
That does depend, actually.
How good are you at poker?
(Irish folk music)
(indistinct chatter)
(♪♪)
King of Spades.
(Declan): Now the
last card is
the King of Spades.
Do you call or raise?
I raise 10.
And I fold.
What? Why?
Why?
Because you, young lady
have no poker face.
-But I have a great hand.
-Indeed.
But here's the thing, Fiona.
You know the rules of the game.
Now you need to learn
the unwritten rules.
Numero uno
is read the other players.
I read ya like a book.
So I folded.
Well, that's not fair.
The sooner you learn that it's
not what people say or do,
but what they're hiding
(whispering): you'll
be unstoppable.
Is the Gráinne Mhaol on Lonely
Planet's Best of Ireland list?
What are you doing here?
I am here, madame,
to play poker.
I picture you at a casino,
wearing a white tuxedo jacket,
sipping a martini.
James O'Bond?
(chuckles)
No. Far too many pesky
rules and regulations
when it comes to legal
gambling in this country.
And you?
Oh, I'm here to play poker.
Oh, really? Hmm.
How do ya handle a bad beat?
(scoffing)
(grunting): I'm out.
I'll bet 10.
I see your 10. I raise 10 more.
Hmm, have a good hand there?
Wouldn't be betting on it
now if I wasn't, would I?
So, remember
keep your cards close.
But your face even closer.
So, Cow-mhin
-Caoimhin.
-Right.
I hear you're a pretty
talented fighter.
Yeah, who'd you hear that from?
Declan Murphy.
Happy as Larry, that Declan was.
Never struck me as the
suicidal type, you know?
What do you think
happened to him?
(scoffing): The man
was out of control.
Gambled on everything.
Dumb bastard probably
lost one game too many
so he went and cashed
in all his chips.
(both laughing)
Well, I'd love to see you in
action in the ring some time.
-Cage.
-Right.
And if I were to bet on you,
you're a sure thing, right?
-Haven't lost a fight in years.
-That's incredible.
You must really
be the real deal.
Meaning what?
Well, nobody goes undefeated
without a little help
if you know what I mean.
You implying that I cheat?
No one throws matches for me.
Ever.
Got it?
I stand corrected.
And I'm all in.
(scoffing)
I may be rich, but
I'm not stupid.
And that's how it's done
Show us your cards, love.
Why? It's not a rule.
Show them.
Alright.
(groaning)
Complete hustle, that was.
You scratch your nose.
Your left eye twitches and you
have no poker face whatsoever.
And you, Caoimhin
I what?
Your pecs flex
when you're lying.
(laughing)
I think you best run along
to the next stop
on your Irish tour.
Thank you.
This was fun.
Go get a round in, will you?
Need to phone Johnny.
Yeah, give him a call.
(grunting)
Hey, Johnny.
Yeah, something dodgy's after
going down at the Gráinne Mhaol.
(Musa): You are lucky
you're still in one piece.
But you're gonna need to be
able to protect yourself.
-Honestly, I'm fine.
-You weren't this morning.
It's just your
typical bog rendezvous
with a psycho
wielding a bolt gun.
All part of life's
majestic pageant.
(chuckling): Okay, focus.
Show me what you got.
(whispering): Okay.
(groaning)
(laughing)
Come on.
Nah! Go on.
(whimpering)
Got you.
Now if someone attacked
you from behind
-Mm-hmm.
-Don't panic
-Okay.
-Stay calm, alright?
What I want you to do
is grab them by the arm.
There you go.
Have you ever done
any MMA fighting?
A few guys tried to
recruit me from the gym,
but boxing's more my thing.
Mm-hmm.
-From here
-Mm-hmm.
You need to elbow
me in the groin.
-Okay.
-Go for it.
(groaning): There you go.
And now my follow
up, twist my arm.
-Okay
-There you go.
And then press down
right on my shoulder.
I could break your arm.
(chuckling): Yeah, you
could. You could, or
I could do this.
Don't you think pepper spray
would be more effective?
Sure. If it wasn't illegal.
Speaking of illegal,
Caoimhin McIntyre.
Yeah, not so loud.
His cousin, Johnny's
a member here.
Hmm. Interesting. I played
poker with him today.
And
-Um, Fiona
the McIntyres are
not the kind of guys
you wanna play go fish with.
Let alone poker.
And when I implied he
might cheat at MMA
-Jesus. It gets worse.
-He insisted he didn't.
Musa. His pecs didn't flex.
-Huh?
-That's his tell.
They didn't flex because
he was telling the truth.
I wanna show you something that
I found in Declan's briefcase.
Hmm.
Are these Caoimhin's?
I don't think so.
-There's something in them.
-Plaster.
Hmm. Hit someone hard
enough with these
you might injure them, badly.
Maybe even kill them.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have any idea who
they might belong to?
This gym's been closed
down since the 90s.
Ah, so definitely not Caoimhin.
Mm-hmm. Not unless he
was doing cage matches
in his Junior Cycle.
(distant sirens)
(phone ringing)
Hey there!
Can you run a search for
MMA fights in Wicklow
going back to the 90s?
Find any matches that
led to a fatality.
Okay, give me a second
to work my magic
Okay, now Fiona, I respect
your resolve, I really do,
but when I think of Ireland,
I think of hitting
the Guinness factory,
not scary bogs and
deadly MMA matches.
Well, you're lucky
that I'm not going to
a leprechaun museum.
Thank god for small miracles.
I went to the cottage.
Ooh, and?
I hate that I love it.
Okay, well, you wouldn't
be complaining to a Gen Z
about a free house in
Ireland now, would you?
It's just that I keep expecting
the other shoe to drop.
Like they'll be termites or
some ancient Celtic
curse on the land.
Okay, well, I will
gladly take both
the termites and the curse
and I think I just found
something from 1995.
-Okay.
-Sending it to you Now.
(phone dings)
Uhh, got it. Umm
Wicklow man dies
in MMA knock-out.
Tragedy struck an
unofficial MMA match
in the third round last night
at a warehouse outside of town
limits when Benji Donovan
24, Benji Donovan.
Siobhan's brother.
Okay, just found an obituary
Benji Donovan. Okay.
Benji Donovan, son of
Bran and Doreena Donovan
of Wicklow
That's him.
Poor family.
Did anyone get charged?
Um just a sec,
sending it to you now.
(phone dinging)
-Okay. Uhh
(murmuring): Johnny McIntyre
I take it you know him.
I recognize the name.
(gasping)
Beannacht Ben.
-The horse?
Yes! Hold on! Um
Jonny McIntyre of Wicklow
found the horse and
alerted authorities.
That McIntyre name
keeps coming up.
Someone's blood
is on those wraps.
So you're saying that
Benji Donovan's death
wasn't accidental?
Yes.
That Johnny McIntyre
murdered him?
Yes.
And these wraps in
your dad's briefcase,
came with what?
A note explaining
their significance?
Well, no, they
So there's no actual proof then.
No, but this is a clue.
That's old blood.
Probably Johnny's.
Run DNA on these
gloves for both of men.
And then anything we find,
we can run a familial DNA
test against Siobhan Donovan,
or her parents.
And Johnny McIntyre?
He's just going to
open wide and let me swab
his right cheek, is he?
Don't you think we've tried
to take down the McIntyres?
But no, you're
gonna stroll in here
with your gung-ho Yank know-how
and show us all how
it's really done. Hmm?
Sir, I would be happy to lead
And I'd be happy to hop in
a jacuzzi with Halle Berry.
That's not my future
either, is it?
McAvoy!
(curious music)
Whenever you're ready.
(muttering): Okay.
Claude can't see past
the end of his nose.
It's not the first time
a cop's let me down.
We're on to Plan B.
Who does Claude
think he is? Kojack?
(seagulls cawing)
(♪♪)
Good man. There you go.
Nice one, man. Good.
You want me to what?
Let me break into Johnny
McIntyre's locker.
I'll be in and out.
Isn't this all a
bit of a stretch?
It might be. But
what if it's not?
What if a DNA match on those old
wraps could put away a murderer?
Someone who also might
have killed Declan?
Alright, well
his locker's the one
with quite a graphic
anatomical masterpiece.
-Thank you.
-Yes, well
(distant shouting and fists
hitting punching bags)
(tense music)
(distant shouting and fists
hitting punching bags)
Charming.
(nearby man): Hey, come
on Pete, get in here.
I know you have
something to add.
-Johnny!
-Musa.
Sight for sore eyes.
(groaning)
Even more charming
(distant voice):
What's going on, Musa?
You're here for a workout? I'm
free if you'd like to spar.
Always ready to give a
you know, a helping hand
to my most loyal customers.
You know, that'll
keep you coming back.
You alright?
Yeah man.
Why you acting so daft?
Am I? Do you know what?
(sighing) It's been a long day.
(chuckling)
Oh,
I know I've been harping
onto you about this,
but tomorrow is our
private MMA bout.
And if you wanna go
up against Caoimhin
it'd make for a
proper scrap for once.
Do you know, I like where
my nose is on my face.
(echoing): Anyway, look,
either way, win or lose,
there's money in it for you.
(Musa): I'm good.
How many members did you lose
to that posh gym up
the road this week?
Seven
Well, look, if I can sort
you out with a loan
(suspenseful music)
No, I'm okay.
Thank you.
-I'm good. I'm good, Johnny!
-I see.
(echoing): I'm good.
Johnny. Johnny!
Johnny, boy!
What Musa? What?
Hello?
(gasping)
(♪♪)
(sighs)
How'd this get out of my locker?
I was just, um
looking for my dad's locker.
Who's your dad then?
I know most of the members here,
so maybe I can
I can help you out.
Thank you.
Um, I'm pretty sure I'll be
fine finding it on my own.
Yeah. You look like
a resourceful woman.
(♪♪)
I should leave you to change
because this is the
men's after all.
Well, gender's merely a
construct these days. Isn't it?
I like your towel.
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing)
Yeah, it's me.
That Yank won't leave
well enough alone.
Scaring her isn't gonna cut it.
So when are you gonna
let me do things my way?
(♪♪)
Every year, close
to 200 Irish people
die in traffic collisions.
Logging in these reports online
will help make our roads safer.
Understood.
No job too small.
Stand up. Grab the ball.
I beg your pardon, what?
Little saying I came up with.
When opportunity arises,
you need to grab those balls.
Even the little tiny ones.
Grab those balls
and bounce your way to
the peak of excellence.
(sighing)
I bet Olivia Benson didn't
have to grab any feckin' balls.
You do know why Sergeant Claude
is gunning for you, right?
Because I had the
audacity to be born?
It's all thanks to
that Yank woman.
Fiona?
She's onto something.
Our boss disagrees. Why
do you care so much?
I've seen what happens when
bad people get away with shit.
When they have power.
Oh, well, unless you fancy
spending the rest of your days
filling out traffic reports
you best start
looking out for yourself.
(slow piano music)
I had his mouth guard
right in my hand.
I could try and get you
something else from Johnny.
Oh, thank you. No,
you've done enough.
And if he's as dangerous
as everyone says,
I don't want you putting
yourself at risk.
Thank you, for yesterday
and for just now.
Of course.
And if you need any
help, just let me know.
I mean it.
I'll do anything for
Declan.
I'll keep that in mind.
Thank you.
(intriguing music)
(Declan): When it
comes to fighting,
strategy rules the day.
Like David and Goliath,
David strolls in, packing
just a sling and stone.
Looks like he's a dead man
against monstrous Goliath.
(yelping)
Fiona, get up.
And do what?
Maybe everyone's right.
I should let the
Gardaí figure it out.
But I put my faith in you.
Why?
Because you can do this.
You're smart.
You're resourceful.
Come on. Up.
(whimpering)
(♪♪)
(shouting)
You know, Goliath
was a cocky shit.
Totally underestimated
the peace-loving shepherd.
Underestimate me
at your own peril.
(shouting)
(chuckling)
Like I said, resourceful.
For a while, it looked
like Goliath was right.
No way the behemoth would fall.
(grunting)
And suddenly, David's
stone comes flying.
Straight at Goliath's weak spot.
Find that weak spot, Fiona.
(grunting)
(bell dings)
(crowd cheering)
(gasping)
(suspenseful music)
(phone ringing)
(Musa): Hello, you.
Hey, Musa. I could
really use your help.
You want me to get into the
cage with Caoimhin McIntyre?
Tonight?
He's Johnny's cousin, so if
we could get a DNA sample,
we could match it to Johnny.
Forget it.
It's too much and I
can find another way.
No, no.
Of course.
I'm happy to help.
Really?
I'm there.
(sighs)
Thank you.
You are the best, Musa.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so sorry!
-I'm so sorry.
-I'm so sorry.
I
I just wasn't expecting that.
It's just a surprise.
Yup.
Anyways um, I'll
see you tonight?
Aye aye!
(muttering): Aye aye?
What are you doing?
What the fuck?
(Des Goblin plays in background)
(crowd cheering and clamoring)
Oh, there you are.
Nice hat.
Thanks.
Last thing I need is
Bossypants McGobshite
ratting me out for being
at an illegal fight.
And that hat keeps your cover?
It's It's a good hat.
-It's cute.
-Thanks.
(chuckling)
Hey, bitches.
Oh, okay, that's aggressive.
Fuck off.
I know why he's mad at
me, but what did you do?
Probably arrested him, or
maybe one of his friends.
Comes with the territory.
-Okay.
(crowd cheering)
I wish I hadn't asked
Musa to do this.
You're finished!
I don't know why
he didn't say no!
(whispering): Musa Musa.
For a sharp woman, you
are bat blind sometimes.
He's in that cage
for you, you know?
Oh, God. That makes
it even worse.
(announcer on speaker):
First time MMA champion,
Musa Makinde!
Nothing wrong with
a holiday hookup.
Musa doesn't feel
like a hookup guy.
What does he feel like?
I don't know.
Maybe you are partial to the
ol' hump and run, after all.
You have no sense of
boundaries, do you?
Boundaries are for normies.
And with all due respect,
you are not normal.
(crowd cheers)
(bell dings)
Let's see what you've
got, pretty boy. Come on!
Come on, Musa!
(bell dings)
(heavy metal music)
(grunting)
(bell dings)
(announcer): Round
one, Caoimhin.
Oh shit. Stop, stop,
stop. Round's over.
Musa
I blame your dad.
For your problems.
My problems run way deeper
than garden variety
daddy issues.
You downplay the impact he had.
A parent abandoning a
child leaves a scar.
But
scars are like badges of honor.
They say fuck you. I survived.
(heavy metal music)
(bell dings)
(crowd cheering)
(grunting)
Oh, my god
(pained grunts)
(pained groans)
Oh
I thought you were a fighter.
Come on, up you get!
(♪♪)
(pained grunts)
Oh, don't look at that.
Don't you don't need
to look at that bit.
(Fiona): No!
(groaning)
Musa!
(groaning)
Break it up! Break it up!
Hey, hey, hey! Come on!
Round's over, back
to your corner.
(announcer): Round
two, Caoimhin.
Musa
Musa!
Oh, God.
Okay, is any of that
blood Caoimhin's?
I don't think that
man's sweating.
Musa.
You need to step out of the
ring now. Call it. Call it!
Where's the fun in that?
You've lost your mind!
Get out of there!
(crowd cheering)
(heavy metal music)
Fight!
(bell dings)
(groaning)
(grunting)
(♪♪)
(screaming)
Oh! Okay!
(bell rings)
Yes!
(announcer): Round three, Musa.
(crowd cheering)
Yes.
Yes.
(soft music)
(chuckling)
Thanks, mate.
Thank you so much.
I don't know how to repay you.
(♪♪)
Dinner would be good.
Drinks, if you're
feeling up to it.
I'd love that.
(♪♪)
(police sirens)
(tense music)
(grunting)
(♪♪)
Where's Johnny McIntyre?
He went into the changing
room about 20 minutes ago
Fiona.
-The DNA was a match.
Come on, lads. This way.
So that means
Johnny McIntyre,
you are the father.
Well, in this case, the cousin.
Bollocks!
Musa, you got a car handy?
Help out an old mate. Yeah?
(screaming)
(pained scream)
Have you got a car?
(groaning)
Go back to LA.
Hello. Who's your dad then?
Let's go. Come on.
It was you in my hotel room
and at the bog.
Did you kill my father too?
There he is. Stay
right where you are.
Stop him!
(shouting): Did
you kill my father?
Johnny McIntyre, you are
not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so.
I'd keep my name out of
your mouth if I were you.
With pleasure.
You can't prove anything!
Load of bollocks.
Go, show's over. Go on.
Go on, get back to work.
(gym din)
(intriguing music)
Benji was murdered.
(sighing)
Johnny McIntyre
murdered my brother.
In cold blood.
I'm so sorry.
Dear god.
I'm sorry for
digging this back up.
No. The truth is more
important than anything.
Your father? Did Johnny
do you think he
I don't have any proof.
Will you go back to America?
Eventually.
I mean, who else is gonna
extract a second infinity pool
off of Mrs.
Westmiller's ex-husband?
-You mean she only has one?
-Mm-hmm.
How does the poor woman survive?
Barbaric, right?
And he's a cheating asshole
with three DUI's, so
Take him for all he's got.
(intriguing music)
Smug prick.
He looks good with
an eye patch, though.
Musa's gonna be here any minute,
so I'm just gonna
finish getting ready.
Go on. Go on.
You make yourself beautiful,
I'll make myself scarce.
-Okay.
-And remember
Feel your feelings.
And go with the flow.
Or hump and run,
if that's the vibe.
Thank you, Dr. Doherty.
Doherty.
Doherty.
Dah-her-tee.
Doherty? Doherty.
Alright.
(phone buzzing)
-Oh, can you get that?
-Sure.
Who are you?
Who are you?
I asked you first.
Is that Los Angeles behind you?
Yeah.
I always wanted to
see a palm tree.
A real one.
Not like those little piddly
ones they have over here.
I'm sorry, is this
Fiona Fox's phone?
It is. She's currently getting
ready for a smoking hot date
with a hotter than hot hottie
who is so much
more than just hot.
And I facilitated
that love connection!
Oh, she swipes
Tinder with you, now?
Ah, yeah, she won't
be needing Tinder
now that I've sorted her out.
I can pass something on.
Um, yes.
She was asking about someone
named Johnny McIntyre
and I looked him up.
Ugh, well, we locked him up!
Happy to pass
anything on though.
Why did I come in to work today?
Yeah, um, just let her know
that Tess videoed or called her.
Whatever.
Will do. Bye, Tess.
(phone clanging on desk)
(knocking at door)
It's open.
(door opening)
Do I have the wrong date?
No, you have precisely
the right date.
Have fun, lovebirds.
-Hi.
-Hi.
You like Chinese, right?
Yes. It's not the cuisine I'd
associate with Ireland though.
You'd be surprised.
(Little Red plays in background)
(both laughing)
(Fiona): Nothing better than
a man who knows his takeout.
You only love me
for my spice bag.
(both laugh)
Who would've thought
something called a spice bag
would be so delicious?
(laughing)
And of course,
you have to travel
all the way across the
Atlantic to get them.
Well
I think that's a
really good reason
to come back to Ireland.
My lip
What? Oh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Where else does it hurt,
so I can be more careful?
Here.
Here.
(whispering): Where else?
And
Here.
(Little Red plays in background)
(suspenseful music)
This one is it?
(door creaking)
Say hello to the rest of
your life Johnny McIntyre.
Wait a second, I know you.
You're Declan's
brother, aren't you?
Do you know?
I'd hate for you to walk into
thin air the same way he did
I've got it from here.
(sighs)
Lock him up good and tight.
Aye, Finn. On you go on now.
Bastard.
(♪♪)
(Johnny): Here. I have a
message I want you to deliver.
Not exactly in a position
to be demanding things
now are ya, Johnny?
No.
That's a lovely
little terrace house
you and your wife and
your two daughters,
Annie and Jenna, live
in up in Glenview Road
near St. Mantan's Park
Did I get that right?
(suspenseful music)
Wanna tell me the position
I'm in now, ya prick?
The message.
You tell the boss that
I'm stuck here in a clink
and I'm hearing life
in prison for murder
all because I
followed his orders.
And if I'm to go down, I'm
taking him down with me.
You got that? You
wanna write it down?
I got it.
Good.
Also, you tell him,
either he sorts it out
or I start blabbering.
And let me tell you something.
Once I get going, I won't stop
until he loses everything.
And I mean everything.
(♪♪)
(tense music)